#maguanacs

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Quatre, about the Maguanacs: Sometimes you just gotta start a cult to cope with your mental health issues, and that’s okay

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When Gundam Wing remembers it has a budget (part 6)

A ridiculously handsome Milliardo, a ridiculously handsome Treize, a sensibly dressed Noin and beautiful close-ups of grunt suits. What more does one want?

[noirangetrois]

The Gundam Wing Diaries

My tenth entry. Check out the “#gundam wing diaries” tag to see previous ones.

March 31, 2000 (Friday)

Episode 20 - “The Lunar Base Infiltration"

I’m in a really good mood today. This afternoon, the cable was out and the TV wasn’t working. I was at first really afraid I wouldn’t get to see GW. I thought about it, thought about what the problem was and knew it wouldn’t be fixed in time. I tried the TV anyways, just to make sure, and it worked! It was so great, I was so happy.

Today was a good episode, of course, since it’s Friday. Oz is rebuilding Sandrock, but Quatre’s helper people took it from them. Trowa was applying to be a soldier, and war testing with a Leo. He was good, and they wanted to determine whether or not he was a gundam pilot, so they had him shoot at Duo’s Gundam. Duo was watching. When he saw the explosion, he just turned around and screamed. Heero went to disrupt the makings of the gundams for Oz and destroy the scientists being made to build them, but he was caught. By Trowa. That was the end. I don’t know what will happen next. I wonder what’s become of Quatre, floating around in half a Leo. We’ll probably find out soon.

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Snippet Sunday

At the Circus caravan, just outside Chartres, France, an angry Hawthorne was tearing through the camp, looking for Trowa.  Unable to locate the boy, he barged into one of the traveling caravans and found Catherine sitting alone on a sofa, grinding coffee in a hand-cranked grinder, and the rich smell of the beans wafted through the air of the small trailer.

"Catherine!" he bellowed angrily. "Is Trowa in here?!"

"No, Boss," she replied. "He left a couple hours ago.  Why?"

"I can't believe it!  He's disappeared again!  I can't find him anywhere!"

"Yes, but he did say that he'd catch up to us in a week or so."

"That lousy brat keeps wandering off!  What the Hell is he thinking?!  Normally, I wouldn't hesitate to sack a slacker like him...!"

"But he's too good a performer to lose, isn't he?" Catherine asked, a chuckle bubbling up in her throat.

"Yes, he is, damn it!  I'll make him earn every last cent of his pay when he gets back, even if it means he's mucking out the elephant corral for a month!" Hawthorne growled, then left, slamming the door behind him.

After the Ringmaster left, Catherine's expression changed from its former cheer to one of worry.  It wasn't as if Trowa hadn't taken off before; he had several times since he'd joined, but this time was different.  That damned scar on Trowa's back... if she hadn't seen it, she wouldn't care, but she had, and she'd begun to think the young boy might just be her baby brother.  She just hoped he wouldn’t notice the new toothbrush.

"Trowa, what are you up to?  Why do you keep vanishing on us like this?"

Meanwhile, in a desert camp, three Maguanac mobile suits stood guard over several tents pitched on the sand, keeping an eye out for either OZ or Alliance troops.  Outside the tent, Auda and Abdul sat next to a campfire, brewing a fresh pot of coffee on a tripod over the camp fire.

"I can't believe Master Quatre's gone off on vacation by himself!  He's still just a kid, after all!" Auda exclaimed, pouring coffee into Abdul's cup, and then his own.

"He must have gotten tired of hanging out with a bunch of old farts like us!" Abdul replied, then he and Auda shared a hearty laugh.

"You fools," their captain, Rashid Kurama, grumbled.  "Master Quatre left us behind so he could head out on a solo mission!"

Both men jumped up in surprise at that, spilling their coffee on the soft sand.

"What?  Boss, are you serious?!"

"He thought this mission would be too dangerous for all of us, so he left us behind."

"But Master Quatre's the one who'll be in danger if we're not there to protect him!" Abdul barked.

"I know, but I couldn't refuse him or his concern for our safety; I only wish he'd come to me for advice first.

At the harbor in Le Havre, France, Quatre stood alone outside a port warehouse, preparing to cross the from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean by ship.  It took a lot of finagling, but he managed to leave the Maguanac Corps, who were usually in the vicinity, behind.

His Gundam, Sandrock, covered with a tarp and strapped down the back of a trailer used for transporting mobile suits, was loaded and secured in the hold of a ship bound for San Francisco.  Quatre had booked his passage when he received the mission from his handler, Instructor H, but he still needed to make arrangements for a place to stay once he arrived in California.

"I'm sorry, everyone," the blond haired youth murmured, turning towards the East, "but I have to take care of this mission myself.  I refuse to be a burden to anyone."

Finding a pay phone near the dock, Quatre reached into a pocket hidden in his vest and withdrew a thin wallet, where he pulled out a  "calling card" which gave him access to an untraceable line.  He slid it into the credit card slot, waited a moment, and began making a call.

"Hello, this is the San Francisco Saint Regis Hotel, right?" he asked the agent on the other end.  "I'd like to make a reservation, please.  Oh, I'm a minor traveling alone... will that be a problem?"

Just then, Quatre looked towards the ship and saw a huge truck he'd last seen driving away from a desert fortress in Jordan.  As the vehicle was latched on to a conveyor belt and traveled up it into the cargo hold, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face.

"Hey, that looks like Trowa..."

Inside the hold, Trowa grabbed his duffel bag off the seat of his truck, dropped it to the ground, then nimbly jumped down from the cab and slammed the door shut behind him.  A moment later, he saw Quatre running over to greet him.

"Hello, Trowa!" Quatre exclaimed.  "I told you we'd meet again!  Funny how we've ended up on the same mission, isn't it?

"I'm doing this alone, Quatre," the taller youth replied with a frown.   He took a step back from the tow-headed boy, his fists planting themselves on his hips.  Mimicking him, the tow-headed boy chuckled.

"Same here, but maybe we could help each other out?  Two's always better than one!"

The taller youth felt his lips twitch into something resembling a smile.  He'd begun to like the boy when they played their impromptu concert while he was held "captive" in Jordan.  During his time there, he discovered that, like himself, Quatre was a Newtype, but while Trowa was a telepath, Quatre had the potential to mature into a powerful empath.  He'd found the blond-haired boy outside his room one night, drawn there by the feelings of loneliness, self-loathing, and despair he'd felt rolling off Trowa in waves.  From there, the auburn-haired boy put two and two together.

Trowa knew he fought better when someone was covering his ass.  He only wished it wasn't the sensitive boy in front of him.

He's certainly a persistent little bugger, Trowa thought, amused.  Okay, he's cute, too.  Persistent and cute is a dangerous combination, and a distraction I don't need.  I’m sorry, Quatre, but you may just wind up fighting this one on your own.

"You think so, huh?" the auburn-haired teen quipped, walking away from Quatre down through the line of parked cars and trucks heading for the City by the Bay.

"I know so!" Quatre replied, his enthusiasm undiminished.

"I wonder..."

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[Quatre’s first meeting with the Maguanacs]

Zayeed: Quatre’s at the special age where he only thinks about one thing.

Rashid: ...Sex?

Quatre: The meaninglessness of my existence.

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[Young!Quatre, after getting kidnapped by the Maganac Corps, texting his father]

Quatre: Update: I may or may not be in a cult.

Quatre: Update #2: I may or may not be the leader of said cult.

Zayeed:

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Quatre: Fight me!

The Maguanacs, standing behind him in the shadows: Do not.

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OZ Soldier, to the Maguanacs: Take me to your leader.

Quatre: Hold on, I’ll go get him.

[a few minutes later]

OZ Solider: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Quatre [wearing a fake moustache]: Hello.