Post by nirvash on Dec 22, 2009 17:20:50 GMT -5
UC 0072, Zum City, Side 3
Michael, age 13
Richter, age 11
"I'll tell Dad if you don't listen to me!"
"That's not fair! You'll get in trouble too!"
"If you don't want me to tell him, then you have to do what I say for the rest of the day!"
"Awwwww, fine!"
The brothers Kreuz dashed out from behind a packing crate and barely made it behind a stack of boxes before a long shadow rounded the corner. An armed spaceport guard passed by the brothers' impromptu hiding spot, they holding their breath, trying not to make any sound, and the guard did quite the opposite; he was whistling a pro-Zeon anthem he had heard on the radio the night before.
Richter, still feeling dejected from his brother's demand, only noticed Michael had already started creeping to the warehouse's door after watching the guard round the corner. He ran to catch up with his brother, out of breath by the time he ran into Michael, who was peering around the corner of yet another crate.
"Do you see anything?"
"Shh!"
Michael signaled with his hand that the coast was clear, and they made their final dash to safety.
UC 0079, Green Noah, Side 7, 3 days ago
Michael, age 20
Ricther, age 18
Michael Kreuz sighed. He stared up at the white envelope, its ragged mouth seeming to sneer at him as he lay on his bed. In one hand, he held the envelope, and in the hand behind his head he held the contents of the mocking package. He was biting his lip, trying to figure out what was missing from the package.
And then he figured it out.
The Federation pilot made his way to an empty computer room, made available to all soldiers stationed at the barracks (which was only a few pilots, considering this was the dedicated Test Pilot barracks), and flipped a switch on the console. The monitor crackled and hummed, not unlike an activating mobile suit, he thought, until a thread of light grew into a fully sized welcome screen.
He gazed at the diskette one more time, contemplating something buried behind conscious thought, and popped it into the drive. Nanoseconds later, the computer opened an application window, introducing Kreuz to the image of his brother once again.
The younger, blond man began, the same as last time, but the senior brother wasn't interested in what his kid brother had to say this time. He dismissively interrupted the message with the tap of a button. A camera atop the monitor activated, and the application set to record mode.
Kreuz began to speak.
UC 0072, Zum City, Side 3
Michael, age 13
Richter, age 11
"This place is awesome! It's like our colony... but... but, but COOLER!" Richter was having a hard time finding words to use, astounded by his first actual look at the throne of Zeon, Zum City. "I've seen it on TV before, but it's way different in real life! I can smell it.. and stuff!"
Michael laughed, relieved, and equally astounded as his brother was by the city that they had made it all the way here without incident. When Richter said he had wanted to see another colony, their parents-- and Michael, even-- told him that this was no time for tourism.
Eventually, Michael was convinced by his brother's near obsession with the place and he finally rescinded. Together, they became the architects of a plan to sneak aboard a cargo transport (one of Michael's school friends helped them map out safe routes, for he had a father who worked in the spaceport, and as such he knew his way around the place better than either of the Kreuz brothers), and not long afterwards-- not weeks, but days-- they arrived at the capital of Zeon, the capital of their homeland.
Now, they had arrived, and they were going to make the best of it.
Michael was distracted by a thought that crept up on him; the inherent almost-paranoia that came with a "vacation" so opposed by so many factors: Their parents, laws they had broken, and other magnified phobias, as unrelated as most were to their immediate comfort. Of course, such worry is to be expected when you're in charge of an expedition nearly guaranteed to get you grounded for at least a week. Maybe more, he added.
Michael finally tore his gaze from the amazing buildings and looked back at his brother, wanting to show him something he saw on the t-- Wait,oh no, Richter's not here... Oh dear.
Michael let out a choked squawk, as it were, and chased after his brother's rapidly shrinking silhouette.
He shouted out after the laughing boy. "Richter, I'm going to--
UC 0079, Green Noah, Side 7, 3 days ago
Michael, age 20
Richter, age 18
"--Find you myself, wrap that armband around your neck, and drag you to the nearest airlock and drop you out myself if you don't stop being such a damned idiot. I swear to God, little brother, you had better hope you don't run into me on the battlefield or wherever it is you shadowy bastards work. If Mom and Dad are dead, I'M in charge of you, and no, I don't care that you're technically an adult, because you sure as hell aren't acting like a man who can think for himself."
UC 0079, Side 3, Zum City, Today
Michael, age 20
Richter, age 18
"Hallo comrade Kreuz, please, have a seat." The darkly garbed man behind the oak desk motioned to a rather comfortable looking seat.
"Is there a problem, mein fuhrer?" Richter, now with hair dyed black, asked apprehensively.
"Ah, nein nein, nazzing to vorry about." The older SS agent stood up, lit his pipe, and walked to the window behind his desk. "You see, ve of the Schutzstaffel enjoy certain..." he paused, searching for a word, "priveledges." He gazed out the window, staring at the panorama lovingly. "Ve vould like to tell you it is razzer admirable of you to reach out to your brozher."
"Sir, I'd just like to say that I had no intention of ca-" Richter began, frantically.
"Nein, nein, nein. Be calm, Richter, you are not in any trouble, I promise you." The older man took on a soothing tone, noticing Richter's obvious concern.
"Ve do not doubt your loyalty nor have you done anyzhing unfitting of an officer of your status." The man turned around. "You see, Richter, I've called you here because of somezhing that might interest you, and that something would... probably be best kept in close confidence among as few people as possible."
The officer reached down and pressed a button his desk. A recording of a very angry man played over speakers cleverly hidden behind shelves.
"RICHTER WHEN I FIND YOU I'M GOING TO HIT YOU SO FUCKING HARD GIHREN WILL FEEL IT AND IF YOU DO-"
The older man stopped the message.
"Ve got this just recently. I believe it is your brozher, ja?"
Richter nodded and paled visibly.
"Ja, that's why I thought we should keep it between us, hmm?"
Michael, age 13
Richter, age 11
"I'll tell Dad if you don't listen to me!"
"That's not fair! You'll get in trouble too!"
"If you don't want me to tell him, then you have to do what I say for the rest of the day!"
"Awwwww, fine!"
The brothers Kreuz dashed out from behind a packing crate and barely made it behind a stack of boxes before a long shadow rounded the corner. An armed spaceport guard passed by the brothers' impromptu hiding spot, they holding their breath, trying not to make any sound, and the guard did quite the opposite; he was whistling a pro-Zeon anthem he had heard on the radio the night before.
Richter, still feeling dejected from his brother's demand, only noticed Michael had already started creeping to the warehouse's door after watching the guard round the corner. He ran to catch up with his brother, out of breath by the time he ran into Michael, who was peering around the corner of yet another crate.
"Do you see anything?"
"Shh!"
Michael signaled with his hand that the coast was clear, and they made their final dash to safety.
UC 0079, Green Noah, Side 7, 3 days ago
Michael, age 20
Ricther, age 18
Michael Kreuz sighed. He stared up at the white envelope, its ragged mouth seeming to sneer at him as he lay on his bed. In one hand, he held the envelope, and in the hand behind his head he held the contents of the mocking package. He was biting his lip, trying to figure out what was missing from the package.
And then he figured it out.
The Federation pilot made his way to an empty computer room, made available to all soldiers stationed at the barracks (which was only a few pilots, considering this was the dedicated Test Pilot barracks), and flipped a switch on the console. The monitor crackled and hummed, not unlike an activating mobile suit, he thought, until a thread of light grew into a fully sized welcome screen.
He gazed at the diskette one more time, contemplating something buried behind conscious thought, and popped it into the drive. Nanoseconds later, the computer opened an application window, introducing Kreuz to the image of his brother once again.
The younger, blond man began, the same as last time, but the senior brother wasn't interested in what his kid brother had to say this time. He dismissively interrupted the message with the tap of a button. A camera atop the monitor activated, and the application set to record mode.
Kreuz began to speak.
UC 0072, Zum City, Side 3
Michael, age 13
Richter, age 11
"This place is awesome! It's like our colony... but... but, but COOLER!" Richter was having a hard time finding words to use, astounded by his first actual look at the throne of Zeon, Zum City. "I've seen it on TV before, but it's way different in real life! I can smell it.. and stuff!"
Michael laughed, relieved, and equally astounded as his brother was by the city that they had made it all the way here without incident. When Richter said he had wanted to see another colony, their parents-- and Michael, even-- told him that this was no time for tourism.
Eventually, Michael was convinced by his brother's near obsession with the place and he finally rescinded. Together, they became the architects of a plan to sneak aboard a cargo transport (one of Michael's school friends helped them map out safe routes, for he had a father who worked in the spaceport, and as such he knew his way around the place better than either of the Kreuz brothers), and not long afterwards-- not weeks, but days-- they arrived at the capital of Zeon, the capital of their homeland.
Now, they had arrived, and they were going to make the best of it.
Michael was distracted by a thought that crept up on him; the inherent almost-paranoia that came with a "vacation" so opposed by so many factors: Their parents, laws they had broken, and other magnified phobias, as unrelated as most were to their immediate comfort. Of course, such worry is to be expected when you're in charge of an expedition nearly guaranteed to get you grounded for at least a week. Maybe more, he added.
Michael finally tore his gaze from the amazing buildings and looked back at his brother, wanting to show him something he saw on the t-- Wait,oh no, Richter's not here... Oh dear.
Michael let out a choked squawk, as it were, and chased after his brother's rapidly shrinking silhouette.
He shouted out after the laughing boy. "Richter, I'm going to--
UC 0079, Green Noah, Side 7, 3 days ago
Michael, age 20
Richter, age 18
"--Find you myself, wrap that armband around your neck, and drag you to the nearest airlock and drop you out myself if you don't stop being such a damned idiot. I swear to God, little brother, you had better hope you don't run into me on the battlefield or wherever it is you shadowy bastards work. If Mom and Dad are dead, I'M in charge of you, and no, I don't care that you're technically an adult, because you sure as hell aren't acting like a man who can think for himself."
UC 0079, Side 3, Zum City, Today
Michael, age 20
Richter, age 18
"Hallo comrade Kreuz, please, have a seat." The darkly garbed man behind the oak desk motioned to a rather comfortable looking seat.
"Is there a problem, mein fuhrer?" Richter, now with hair dyed black, asked apprehensively.
"Ah, nein nein, nazzing to vorry about." The older SS agent stood up, lit his pipe, and walked to the window behind his desk. "You see, ve of the Schutzstaffel enjoy certain..." he paused, searching for a word, "priveledges." He gazed out the window, staring at the panorama lovingly. "Ve vould like to tell you it is razzer admirable of you to reach out to your brozher."
"Sir, I'd just like to say that I had no intention of ca-" Richter began, frantically.
"Nein, nein, nein. Be calm, Richter, you are not in any trouble, I promise you." The older man took on a soothing tone, noticing Richter's obvious concern.
"Ve do not doubt your loyalty nor have you done anyzhing unfitting of an officer of your status." The man turned around. "You see, Richter, I've called you here because of somezhing that might interest you, and that something would... probably be best kept in close confidence among as few people as possible."
The officer reached down and pressed a button his desk. A recording of a very angry man played over speakers cleverly hidden behind shelves.
"RICHTER WHEN I FIND YOU I'M GOING TO HIT YOU SO FUCKING HARD GIHREN WILL FEEL IT AND IF YOU DO-"
The older man stopped the message.
"Ve got this just recently. I believe it is your brozher, ja?"
Richter nodded and paled visibly.
"Ja, that's why I thought we should keep it between us, hmm?"