MC File 3 (Part One)
"This device shows the pilot the future of both himself and his opponent...... the future I ought to have chosen didn't exist. If, when you use it (lit: ride it), you see the same result as I did, then lets bid farewell to this world together......"
"Why was this made?"
"I believed continuing to fight was the significance of the human existence. However, I couldn't find the answer there [ALT: that wasn't the answer]. My 'fight' has finished but the solution must be found in the act of battle. As a mobile suit to do so, a {gundam} is thought to be most suitable. I want the best for the 'victors' and the 'defeated.' This is the machine that will make that possible."
"You intend to make a God?"
"Perhaps...... as long as the soldier possesses an unadultered/pure will/volition, this machine is capable of eliminating indecision/delusion...... a soldier with no indecision is a sublimely beautiful [thing]...... In a way, (you could say) that [kind of] existence is the closest to being a god."
AC 195 Luxembourg
Treize & Heero
***
"There are [certain] conditions [that must be fulfilled] to bring about complete peace. One [condition is] the elimination of all weapons. Another is to remove the will to fight from the people. And yet another is---
AC 195 EVE WARS
Miliardo
***
MC-0022 Next Winter
My name is Father Maxwell. Father Maxwell who may run and hide but doesn't lie. At the Preventer base at the Martian north pole, Sally Po's daughter Kathy was wearing the virtual visor and experiencing the past of 'Zechs Merquise.'
"Hey......" called Master Chang, the head of the Preventer's Mars branch and commander in charge. "We've received a report from your son...... seems as though they succeeded in making off with Prometheus......"
"Huh, that's not good...... should have expected as much from Quatre's sister."
"...... they're bungling idiots," Master Chang clucked his tongue as he muttered. Times like that were made for cracking jokes.
"Maybe it would have been better to have whipped our old bones into action."
"We should have......"
"But there's just your mobile suit here at this base, right?"
"Yes...... I haven't used it yet but I'm confident I can pilot it."
"Gimme a break...... this isn't our battle." And now, the PPP ((Perfect Peace Program)) had been put into motion, we couldn't make any rash actions 215/3/7. The only one who could stop it now what Heero Yuy. "But 'Cyrene Wind' is fighting."
"That guy can't forgive himself (for the crime he committed). Let's just do it how we want to do it." I thought of the guy who was going by the name "The Wind of Cyrene." How many years ago was it when I had met up with him again---
***
MC-0017 First Summer
Around that time--- I was with my partner, a 150cc (large scale) bike and touring Mars to my heart's content. I wasn't the kind of guy to stay in one place. Among the hoverbikes and tricling [note: just a transliteration of the Japaese] that were popular, I still preferred a two-wheeled vehicle for tackling the rough roads, and if they called me a crazy son-of-a-gun, well, so what? Under the small, glaring sun, I cut across the (dilapidated) Mars terrain and the wind, gritty with sand, was blowing in from the West was just to my liking. I cal myself 'father' but I've yet to do a single thing like a [real priest] and I had no desire of going to a moldy, old church. Concealed under my black clothes was my shotgun and I can't remember just how many rowdy outlaws I've killed. To be frank, it might be better to say my occupation was 'bounty hunter.' I wore a ten gallon hat low over my eyes with bravado and coming to a little town smack in the middle of the desert 明るい内から and had a bourbon or tequila and passed the time playing crooked cards; that might I bought a girl but when I made a couple jokes, she dumped me [and I went to the bar?]. Mars was, to me, the best place to get your fill of [both] freedom and ruin. One day, I dropped by 'Cyrene,' a small para-terraforming town in the big desert to the north of Marineris Gorge. My air clean oil filter was on its last legs. Obviously, riding through dust storms for five hours has the [filter's] intake all clogged up. Since my partner was a two-wheeler, I had to take good care of her 216/1/1<.
"So this is Cyrene......"
Even though it was enclosed in a dome, the town was a lawless wasteland where dust clouds roamed. I parked my partner in front of the bar, went inside and took a seat at the counter.
"Bourbon...... if you got Turkey [#1], I'll buy you a [glass], too." As soon as I'd ordered, a shot glass of 'fire water' came sliding down the counter top to me. "I heard there's a colonel in town......"
The bar tender drained his tequila and, turning pale, indicated a table in the back with a shaky finger. At a round table there, four men were (besieged) in a game of poker. I knew [at a glance] that the 'colonel' was the one with his back to me. Ever since I'd entered the bar, I could feel as air of impending violence and [how he had] consciously not shown a single unguarded moment to [me at the] counter. I knew there was a gunman called Laphraig Pete [#2] in town. I put my money on the counter and got up from my stool. He was a former/crooked serviceman and [the folks round here] nicknamed him 'Colonel.' Actually, he'd been something like a sergeant. I stood to the side of their table and used my fist to gently nudge the fat, stupid looking guy sitting way in the back out of his seat.
"You!"
Fatty McStuperson tried to object after I'd done him the kindness [of taking his seat]. His voice was just as annoying as I'd imagined it would be, so I aimed my shotgun at him and had my finger on the trigger, but I didn't intend to kill him. But since I hated [a lot of] noise, I thought I'd blow his head off if he [so much as] tried to speak again. He was a fat, stupid, horse-voiced man but he [knew enough] to stay quiet. He left the joint quiet-like as I lit a cigarette. Sitting right in front of me was the one called Colonel, Laphraig. All the other poker players left in a big hurry.
"F-Father Maxwell?"
Guess my nickname was known even out here in the sticks. Seems I'm a little famous. Laphraig glared at me with blazing eyes. (But) it was my style to answer a question with a question. I blew out a large amount of smoke and asked, "You know about the Cyrene School?" Looking at the cards lying on the table, I saw that every hand was shit. Well, the pair of fours and fives were better than what the fat-ass who had been sitting here had had. "In ancient Greek philosophy...... it's a kind of hedonism derived from Socrates. It's related to utilitarianism and seems it was called 'Pig Philosophy' for a time."
"Wh-what are you on about?...... you want to give me a sermon?" He asked another question. I decided to (quit my style) and ignore it. As I pressed my cigarette into the ashtray, I continued speaking.
"In Cyrene-ism, pleasure is akin to good, pain is apparently evil...... I don't now for sure, but I hear a certain philosopher of the Cyrene school put out the ultimate pleasure conclusion 217/1/16.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Just then, a man stood up behind Laphraig. He had short, blonde hair and sunglasses, a jack on his shoulders and his unshaven, self-depreciating smile (lit: face) were familiar.
"......!" The man in sunglasses pressed his rifle to the back of the other guy's head [Laphraig, I believe].
"I'd say pleasure is the decreasing of pain." I knew that man's face well. "In other words, the ultimate pleasure would be the complete absence of pain...... meaning 'death'......"
"Wh-who the hell are you......"Laphraig put both hands up, "Are you another friend of the Father?"
"No...... I'm a friend of a man you killed: Elv Honneger." We could see his face turn deathly pale. It looked like he remembered something. I then said to my old acquaintance:
"Hold up, this guy's mine.
"I'm not after the reward for this guy...... I'm just after something he had had with him......"
Laphraig's teeth were chattering. I felt a twinge of sympathy for the poor bastard; so I gave him some advice, "Hey, Colonel...... you're wanted 'dead or alive.' It's for your own good to speak your peace and do it honestly."
"Th-that......"
I [decided to tell] the gibbering guy just how dangerous the [blonde] man holding the gun was, "I ain't got nothing on that guy, he's seriously dangerous...... if he's killed a man, he's killed a hundred, easy. Hundreds of thousands that is [#3]." That was a little exaggeration, but so what.
"Alright...... I'll talk!"
[The blonde] pointed the rifle to the ceiling and waited for Laphraig to talk, "......"
"Neuenheim Konzern [#4] bought it......"
"Who in Neuenheim......"
"One of the executives, I don't know who! And killing Lt. Commander Elv, that was commissioned by the guys at Neuenheim!"
"......"
"That's it, that's all I know...... I don't know where the thing is now!"
"Really......" as soon as he said that, he blew Laphraig's head off. I watched the bullet shoot out of his forehead spinning and covered in blood.
"Whoa!" If it had been anyone else sitting there, theY'd have bit the dust but I, being me, managed to avoid [getting shot, too]. "You meant to do that (lit: you want to kill me too)!"
"I can't help it if you sat across from him [ALT: I couldn't be so lucky]."
I spared a pitying look at Laphraig, sprawled face down and dead on the table and said, "The reward would have been the same even if you hadn't killed him."
"I already told you but, I'm not after a reward." An ocean of blood spread across the table. "Ever since he killed Elv, [dying] was his only option......"
"You're just as dangerous as ever, huh......"
"Hn...... you should talk, gundam pilot."
"Yeah...... since Luxembourg on Earth." That man was once called the Lightening Count, Zechs Merquise; [and now?] he was going by Miliardo Peacecraft, stateless heir, and code-named Preventer Wind---
We returned to the counter and drank to our reunion; we drank to our lives [now] being free of that off-putting sod.
"Is it really okay if I take the reward?"
"Yes...... I've heard rumors that you donate that money to the Schbeiker Orphanage."
"Well I've heard, aren't you the one who declared Mars' independence from Earth?"
"You [ought to] know that that Miliardo Peacecraft wasn't me at least...... for the most part, I'm not interested in politics."
"But the Relena Darlian inside the Little Prince [frozen capsule] is the real deal, right......"
"That's a hostage...... that's why Lucretia, no, Noin is going to the Presidential center, as a guard......"
The [bottle of] Wild Turkey was quickly drained empty.
"Shoot, I'll bite..... just who is the president of that Federal Government?"
"Dixneuf [#5] Neuenheim..... Neuenheim Konzern's managing director." My whole body got burning hot; I'd hear the name of a man I hated.
"So that's that...... thing, right?"
"There's a [big] gap, but he's Noin's blood brother."
"......"
We switched to tequila.
"So he's running a profit-making business and politics simultaneously.... strictly speaking, that's unconstitutional."
"That's why he's going by the name Miliardo...... and Peacecraft for the publicity."
"Wow...... Neuenheim's up to his same old dirty tricks." The tequila burned down my throat as I finished off my glass. I tucked that tidbit away (in my heart). [Wind] was just as good and drunk. [He] seemed far more talkative that before.
"Well......"
Well what? I wanted to ask but didn't. Just as lightning is fast 218/2, here was a man who would act more logically than anybody else. So if that meant fighting [at] his beloved wife's parents' home, he had the faith to see i through to the bitter end (even if it cost him his life). I thought it would be a tough row to hoe.
"Well...... what should I call you now?" I asked after downing my fifth tequila. "Maybe 'Wind' is better?"
"This town is called Cyrene, isn't it...."
"Yeah......"
"Then call me 'Cyrene Wind.'"
"You gonna be a hedonist from here on out?"
"No...... I'm sure that, in Greek mythology, [Cyrene] was the name of the dauntless sprite who got rid of the lion [#6]."
"Father, let's get going."
Standing behind us was a cute little girl about seven years old. Although [she wore] the clothes of a farmhand, she had an impression of refinement. She had well-formed facial features, but her long, unusually/unruly blonde hair hung in a braids over both her left and right [shoulders] and the freckles all over her face left a stronger first impression.
"Allow me to introduce you...... this is my offspring [#7], Naina Neuenheim."
"Nain Peacecraft! I will carry on mother's wishes as one of Relena's knights!"
"So, she's yours and Noin's?"
"My daughter, for better or worse [#8]." Naina gave a slight bow. If I had to choose, I'd say she reminded me of Relena when I'd first met her [when Fat. Max. first met Relena, that is].
"Are you an acquaintance of my father's?"
"I'm the Father..... Father Maxwell."
"He looks old, but he's younger than me."
"Blame it on Mars......" It was the price I paid for my wanderlust. I still wasn't used to the Mars Calendar, but in the two to two and a half measly years since I'd come to Mars, I'd become no different from that scruffy [blonde]. We didn't yet know what caused the rapid-on-set aging that was endemic to Mars. It seems to affect eople differently [based on] the individual and the area. I'm pretty sure that, in AC years, I'm only just in my thirties [#9]. At any rate, while wandering all over Mars, the difference in my age ended up not mattering a lick.
"Meeting here is some kind of fate...... but I do have a request to ask of you."
I snapped out of my alcohol buzz, "I'm not looking for trouble, yo." That's what yo get when you drink the cheap stuff 220/1/18. "Well, unless it [comes with] a reward."
"Could you arrange for Naina to stay at the Schbeiker Orphanage?"
"What! Why, father?"
"This is the end of the line...... my next trip isn't going to be like the others."
If he really was going to take on Neuenheim Konzern, it would be too dangerous to take his daughter.
"I'll do it. It'll be a long trip, but I'll get her to Hilde."
"I wont go. I will go wherever you go, father!"
"I am the wind of Cyrene...... come what may I will come back for you."
"But......"
"Have I ever broken a promise to you before?"
"No....."
"Then trust me and go with him."
Naina's characteristically Peacecraft blue eyes filled to the brim with tears, "I understand."
"I'm sorry."
"I'll be strong, just as you taught me."
Father and daughter hugged each other tight, reluctant to be parting.
"Oh god......" I just might have gotten wrapped up on something untoward. "But you know, I can't drive [this] drunk..." I ordered another tequila, put the bottle to my lips and faceplanted into the counter [#10]. This was the only way I could be nice to people 220/2/6<. "Let's leave...... tomorrow afternoon...... good...... night......"
***
The afternoon of the next day, when Naina was completely prepared for the trip, she [and I] left the saloon and there, outside, lay the bodies of the poker guys and Fatty McStuperson.
"This appears to be a send off from my father...... please put [the bounty: towards travel expenses."
Somehow, while I'd been sleeping, Laphraig's gang had returned for revenge and Cyrene Wind had finished them off. These guys' had also had a reward as Laphraig had, but i'd let them go as they were just small potatoes. Still, many a little makes a mickle [#11], and I'd get a pretty penny for all of these guys. I decided to take it; it was a decent amount for travel expenses or even a donation to the Schbeiker Orphanage. And farewell to that nasty bloody [scene]. And then, there was the problem of how cheap their lives were, no matter how many 220/3/9-10<. And young miss Naina being entirely unperturbed by [the murders], that was all I could expect from the daughter of Cyrene Wind. Whether she was used to it or she had just accepted her fate didn't change the fact that she was a dauntless, pitiable girl. And--- This kind of scene was par for the course; Mars was a world where a man had his fill of freedom and devastation.
***
MC-0017 Next Summer
Naina sat in the back seat as we crossed the Martian continent [#12] East and further East. When we crossed the long river at Marineris ravine, we used mud tires. For the vast deserts, we used paddle tires. The fins were ruined immediately, so we had to go to para-terraforming towns several times for repairs.
"I've never seen anyone nowadays stupid enough to travel across Mars on a bike like this," I was told everywhere I went. But what did they know? Surely not the oy that can only be tasted by touring [ALT: Surely not the kind of joy that can only be experienced by touring on the back of bike].
We crossed the equator and went south. We'd gotten within a few dozen kilometers of the Lanagrin Republic where Hilde ran the Schbeiker orphanage. But it wasn't my reunion with good old Hilde that was running through my mind, it was Neuenheim Konzern who held the destiny of the young lady sitting behind me in his hands. Even I had cleaned up space waste as a former member of the Space Sweepers. I (intended) to have as much common sense as the next guy. I'm sure I remember Neuenheim Konzern establishing his business at the end of the AC era. The for-profit business's name meant 'New House' in German. In order to shake off the chronic economic changes [suffered by an] impoverished, exploited (little) Earth, [the Neuenheim Konzern] developed new markets of economic activity and continued supportive activities to bolster the citizens of space. At the start of the AC era, a permanent space station was completed and that serves as the archetype for the space colonies. It wouldn't be saying too much to call the Neuenheim's transference of resource satellites from the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter and using that as the construction by which to build the space colonies a great deed 221/2/13-15. So it's only natural that [he] acquired special permission [to use] basic techniques [to build colonies] and with one colony complete, his business was set up to rake in the dough hand over fist. Conversely, [his] possession of those profits, in fact, caused space developments and colony construction to be slower than usual [ALT: in fact, caused space exploitation]. Proof of this can be seen when Neuenheim Corporation's patents (vanished) around AC 130 and another explosive colony-building rush started. Neuenhiem's company, whose standard operating procedure was first and foremost what could be called (marketplace mechanism-ism) and utilitarian profit marketing, was more interested in realizing the planetary reform plan, aka the "terraforming project," then space colony development which was held up by the loss of the patents. Selected as the first target was this here Mars. The development and dome-shaped, airtight residences and releasing man-made freon to hasten atmospheric change with the greenhouse effect, even the space elevator that connected Phobos to Mars for the sake of more efficiently making use of materials, was one part of the plan. By the speech President Miliardo ((actually Dixneuf Neuenheim)), where he went so far as to pro-rate the Mars [century] calendar dating back to the completion of the para terraforming, stunk to high heaven of a substantially disagreeable company 223/3/14. Well, Mars turned out to be hard to sell. Being well accustomed to Earth, [not many were inclined] to move to Mars with its weak atmospheric pressure and only one third of Earth's gravity. It was the same reason the lunar domiciles failed. The Earth and the colonies around her were plenty. Also, Mars was physically too far away. (However,) around that time territorial disputes broke out all over and it was manufacturing mobile suits and other weapons more than space development that bore profits. At least, in my memory, resource satellite MO-VII crashing into the Argyre field in Mars' southern hemisphere- in AC 187 I think- couldn't really have been a chance occurance, could it? I'm betting Neuenhiem did that intentionally. I think it was deliberate because it was a little too convenient to the development of Mars that that satellite contained Europa algae. That was even more suspicious and crooked than me! Well, the president of the company at the time was Noble Neuenheim [#13] ((Noin's father)) and this is what he said:
"[The MO-VII falling] isn't anywhere near planetary-scale destruction. This was far more humane than those who trade in people's lives for a profit ((here, he was pointing to the Romefeller and the Barton Foundations)). Action taken for the sake of future generations will [surely lead to] the greatest well-being for the greatest number of people."
That was a typical (market mechanism-ist) way of thinking; it make me sick. There's no reason for [them?] to record these things and that was all must my conjecture but I [thought I was] right on the money. Well, the core makeup of people who came to Mars consisted mostly of liberalists who felt 'total pacifism' was too constricting and utilitarians who [had] shaken up the market cultivation: all the rest were Earth's undesirables: outlaws and hooligans. On top of that, they did just as they pleased out in the sticks away from the long arm of the law. Owning to that, to the powerless (lit: authority-less), penniless weak who hated fighting, Mars definitely became a disaster area 222/2/2-3. Particularly for women and children, that disadvantageous combination was pretty high and with riots and terrorism all over the place, there was no decrease in the numbers of war orphans or prostitutes. There was no hope and no dreams for those who weren't preferred. On the other hand, if you just had confidence in your strength and nerve, you could sing the praises of freedom 222/2/4. For a guy like me, it was my kind of place......
***
A familiar hill came into sight. It looked exactly like a Bactrian camel [#14]. Soon as I crossed that camel, I'd be at the Schbeiker Orphanage. Usually, I'd take the hill in a double jump, but since I was riding tandem this time, I decided not to. Taking the pace down a notch, I eased [the bike] up and down the hill and again for the mountain. As I'd never [taken it so easy coming over camel-back], it seemed as though Hilde didn't realized my partner [bike] and I had arrived.
"What? Father?"
The eight orphans surrounding Sister Hilde were having a late lunch.
"Yo, everybody. How ya doin'?" Hilde had taken over the orphanage, and church also, from me quite a while ago. She was still young and beautiful in her own way; I wish she'd forget about (being stuck me/us) and [find a nice guy from a] middle-class family to marry into. But I wasn't so lucky. Seriously, I've never seen anybody work as hard as I do. By the way, the government of this planet taxes churches. That in itself wasn't special or anything. But we don't get welfare 222/3/12, either. The Duo Orphanage or Maxwell Church would have been good [names] but using the name of a wanted man (fugitive) and I knew how much those guys at the tax office would overcharge/harass 222/3/14 us. So that's why we used Hilde's surname and re-christened it the Schbeiker Orphanage. What we really did was mainly raising orphans burned out of house and home from the war 222/3/12-13 and finding foster parents to take care of them, and not once did we teach our troubled lambs such boring tripe as [finding] the sacred path. I sent the reward money and the quick cash made on crooked gambling here, but it wasn't clean money having come from those bastards and I knew it wasn't the right (best) way [to earn it]. But there's no such thing as good money or bad money when it comes to feeding hungry kids, right? I wasn't in the business to be lauded by anyone so I thought it was alright. Hilde had once laughed and said:
"Once you've made up your mind, there's nothing I could say to make you change it, huh."
I introduced her to Naina. Being older than all eight of the kids, Naina was all of a sudden their big sister [figure] and had to look after them, but as long as Naina herself was okay with that, I didn't feel any particular sense of responsibility.
Sister Hilde pulled my sleeve, "Where did you pick her up? You have a loli complex or something?"
"Your language just gets worse and worse, don't it, Hilde?"
"Someone's a bad influence...... after all, it's your fault, Mr. Unenlightened, didn't you know?" 223/1/14-15......"
"I'll leave you to it...... one of these days, a guy going by the name of Wind's supposed to come pick her up."
Naina was a hit with the eight ankle biters once they warmed up to her. I took notice of one particular rugrat about four years old and looking like trouble, "Who's that?"
"He just appeared from out of nowhere recently...... he looks like you, I thought one of your women'd had him."
For a second, the faces of various women flashed through my mind but none seemed very familiar. Thinking back by his apparent age would have been when I was going with Hilde. The mean looking kid ignored me and Naina and went outside.
As Hilde watched the brat leave, she whispered in my ear, "For now, I've been calling him Duo...... when his hair gets a little longer, I'm going to braid it... I'm sure you'll be like peas in a pod."
"Don't say that, I'm still a man of the cloth. I run and hide, but I'm vestal Father Maxwell 223/2/8."
"Liar, you're always getting dumped...... you playboy!"
"Whoa, don't get your panties in a bunch...... I told you from the get-go what I was like."
"Yeah yeah......"
"One 'yeah' is enough."
"Yeah yeah yeah."
"...... " Apparently she wasn't going to listen to my warnings or my rebukes. She pretty much hated me.
Hilde clapped her hands to get the attention of the noisy brats and said, "Alright, everyone! I hear the Father is leaving! Let's give him a big, smiley send-off!!"
"Come back [soon]!" [The kids said.]
It would have been nice to have at least had the time to have a smoke but, seems like I wouldn't get a chance to relax [here]. Well, I suppose it's gotta be a bad influence on the kids to have a gangster [#15] like me hanging around.
"I'll get going right now." I went outside and when I faced my partner, the mean-looking ankle biter who looked a lot like me was fiddling uninvited with the engine.
"Oy, hey! Kid! What are you messing with?"
"I'm just really into two-wheeler bikes."
"Yeah right, as if you know anything."
"The hydraulic drive for the front wheel's been caked in mud! If you ride like that, the back wheel'll lose torque and you'll sink for real."
"I-I guess you know a thing or two." I thought she hadn't been running up to par recently.
"I cleaned it up for you...... I changed the oil filter while I was at it," said the kid who, without so much as a hint of smugness, tossed a black, sand covered filter into the trash. "It's okay that I used the [filter] that was under the back seat, right?"
"O-oh...... thanks."
The kid looked right at me and asked, "So, you're my old man?"
"Nooo way!"
"Don't our faces look alike?"
"That's just a coincidence you damn brat......" I straddled the bike, started the engine and there sure was a fine sound coming from the front. "Don't you knw your mom's name or anything?" I didn't think he'd know, but I asked just in case.
"No clue, yo I've been on my own since I was born!"
"In that case, you'll be fine hereafter, too!"
"Here? The old lady won't let me cut my hair!"
"Ha ha ha...... something like a braid wouldn't leave you even if you died."
"Big whoops, idiot."
"Don't you go making Sister Hilde cry!"
"Same to you. Aren't you doing just as you please?"
"It's been real, Duo!"
"Later, Father Crapswell."
I revved the bike up and beat the light fantastic out of there. I decided to take camel back mountain in a double jump and didn't look back. What a horrendous brat! That was my first impression [of Duo].
***
MC-0022 Next Winter
Taking off the virtual visor, Kathy turned around.
"Father, is that true?"
"Well...... it's not a lie," I said lightly. I fool around and I gamble, but Father Maxwell is honest [about doing it].
"If that's true, then who is the man [calling himself] Special Commander First Class Zechs Merquise of the Lanagrin Republic?"
"If it's not actually the man himself, not a clone and not, of course, a spare...... what possibilities can you think of?"
"A g-ghost?"
"[The real Zechs Merquise] is still alive, calling himself 'Cyrene Wind.'
"Then a living ghost?"
"Why are you imagining all these unbelievable [impossibilities]......"
"A disguise or plastic surgery?"
"All wrong......"
"How can you be so sure?"
"I can...... long ago when my bride boarded a battleship called Libra......"
Then, suddenly the emergency take off alarm for the subterranean mobile suit hanger rang out.
"Master Chang!" Kathy shouted at the monitor as she called up that reckless idiot. He was piloting the mobile suit that had been at the base.
"This is Chang Wufei!" His face and voice both were as youthful as they had been in the past. "On the observation satellite's monitor, there are four machines shown making an attack from the Lanagrin Republic!"
"Four?!"
"You mean Zechs?"
Wufei, blazing with fighting spirit, coldly declared, "The suits have been confirmed and scanned, results [show] a collation of model numbers...... OZ-03 MCIV {Virgo IV}, three; and model number OZ-13 MS {gundam Epyon}"
"Gundam......"
"So they've finally started moving out......"
"I'll make arrangements immediately for reinforcements."
"There's no need for that! I can take them out alone."
Wufei's machine was a white mobile suit with a dragon hang [?] equipped on the right arm and a beam trident for the left.
"Code name 'Nataku'...... Preventer's scramble! {epyon II} Is taking off!"
***To Be Continued
NOTES
#1 - Wild Turkey, the bourbon.
#2 - This is apparently the name of a single malt Scottish whiskey (the Laphraig, not the Pete).
#3 - Actually, Duo is saying Zechs has killed millions of people. Given the way you count in Japanese, Duo LITERALLY says "if he's killed man, he's killed a hundred. That's in tens of thousands." But one hundred ten-thousands is a million. It sounds more menacing to say a guy (zechs) has kills LOTS of people, then tack on that number is actually a power of ten, doesn't it?
#4 - Neuenheim is, as far as I can tell, a place in Germany. Konzern is apparently German for "business group" and that makes a lot of sense.
#5 - Dixneuf is French for the number 19.
#6 - Indeed, Cyrene is the DAUGHTER of the king of Lapiths, she was caught fighting a lion by Apollo and he whisked her off to some part of Africa which bore the name Cyrenaica (named after her) which is in modern day Libya. Pleased to note: the raw text uses the genderless "sprite" or "fairy."
#7 - the kanji of the raw text says "sprite" or "fairy" but Sumizawa specifies the reading is "Cyrene." Zechs is definitely referring to his daughter, however.
#8 - Literally, he says Naina is his "good for nothing daughter" but I'm chalking this up to Japan's typical introduction rules that mandate one must humble oneself (or one's family, etc.).
#9 - And being only just in his thirties in AC years when it's MC-0017 means that five MC years later (or about ten AC years), he'd be entering his forties when Heero is awakened and Katrine steals Prometheus and Kathy is getting brought up to speed on the VR thing.
#10 - I haven't been to enough bars to know, but it seems like you couldn't get a BOTTLE of tequila (especially considering they'd already had five shots of it). I HAVE had tequila in Japan and it comes in shots, which I assume is the norm. And finally, why does he faceplant into the counter? Maybe he just puts his head down on the counter...
#11 - I've never heard that expression, but it's apparently out there and apparently British? Just in case it's not obvious enough from context, Duo's saying "several small sums add up to one big sum."
#12 - Well, I can't find anything that names specific continents on Mars since there aren't actually oceans on Mars. None of the plains have a name with a pronunciation that might match the Japanese phonetic transliteration as near as I can tell, so I guess Sumizawa's just saying they're crossing "Mars." I suppose it's possible that particular continent IS eponymous OR it could be "Marth" from the Fire Emblem game (courtesy of Wikipedia Japants) as I believe the creators lifted the name "Khushrenada" off some other anime that was known at the time, but that's all I got. I'm sticking with KISS for now.
#13 - I can't find much about ノーベェ on the intarwebs, but come connection to chocolate seemed more prevalent if somewhat dated. There's both a belgian company (I guess?) and a guy from Oklahoma (I guess?) named Noble.
#14 - Bactrian camels have two humps, dromedaries have one.
#15 - the raw text says "yakuza" and while it COULD be the plain old yakuza, the dictionary also says it means "no-good guy" or "gambler" and we KNOW Fat Max is a (crooked!) gambler at least and hunts down other neredowells for their reward. You can take it or leave it.
NOTE: I haven't proofread this chapter as a whole yet given a myriad of things, the least of which not being the disaster than Japan has turned into (and I am currently out of on a previously arranged vacation). I aplogize for the rough areas, but I figured it would be more fun for you all to know what's basically going on than waiting at least two more weeks for me to get back into Japan (barring total nuclear meltdown).
MC File 3 (Part One)
"This device shows the pilot the future of both himself and his opponent...... the future I ought to have chosen didn't exist. If, when you use it (lit: ride it), you see the same result as I did, then lets bid farewell to this world together......"
"Why was this made?"
"I believed continuing to fight was the significance of the human existence. However, I couldn't find the answer there [ALT: that wasn't the answer]. My 'fight' has finished but the solution must be found in the act of battle. As a mobile suit to do so, a {gundam} is thought to be most suitable. I want the best for the 'victors' and the 'defeated.' This is the machine that will make that possible."
"You intend to make a God?"
"Perhaps...... as long as the soldier possesses an unadultered/pure will/volition, this machine is capable of eliminating indecision/delusion...... a soldier with no indecision is a sublimely beautiful [thing]...... In a way, (you could say) that [kind of] existence is the closest to being a god."
AC 195 Luxembourg
Treize & Heero
***
"There are [certain] conditions [that must be fulfilled] to bring about complete peace. One [condition is] the elimination of all weapons. Another is to remove the will to fight from the people. And yet another is---
AC 195 EVE WARS
Miliardo
***
MC-0022 Next Winter
My name is Father Maxwell. Father Maxwell who may run and hide but doesn't lie. At the Preventer base at the Martian north pole, Sally Po's daughter Kathy was wearing the virtual visor and experiencing the past of 'Zechs Merquise.'
"Hey......" called Master Chang, the head of the Preventer's Mars branch and commander in charge. "We've received a report from your son...... seems as though they succeeded in making off with Prometheus......"
"Huh, that's not good...... should have expected as much from Quatre's sister."
"...... they're bungling idiots," Master Chang clucked his tongue as he muttered. Times like that were made for cracking jokes.
"Maybe it would have been better to have whipped our old bones into action."
"We should have......"
"But there's just your mobile suit here at this base, right?"
"Yes...... I haven't used it yet but I'm confident I can pilot it."
"Gimme a break...... this isn't our battle." And now, the PPP ((Perfect Peace Program)) had been put into motion, we couldn't make any rash actions 215/3/7. The only one who could stop it now what Heero Yuy. "But 'Cyrene Wind' is fighting."
"That guy can't forgive himself (for the crime he committed). Let's just do it how we want to do it." I thought of the guy who was going by the name "The Wind of Cyrene." How many years ago was it when I had met up with him again---
***
MC-0017 First Summer
Around that time--- I was with my partner, a 150cc (large scale) bike and touring Mars to my heart's content. I wasn't the kind of guy to stay in one place. Among the hoverbikes and tricling [note: just a transliteration of the Japaese] that were popular, I still preferred a two-wheeled vehicle for tackling the rough roads, and if they called me a crazy son-of-a-gun, well, so what? Under the small, glaring sun, I cut across the (dilapidated) Mars terrain and the wind, gritty with sand, was blowing in from the West was just to my liking. I cal myself 'father' but I've yet to do a single thing like a [real priest] and I had no desire of going to a moldy, old church. Concealed under my black clothes was my shotgun and I can't remember just how many rowdy outlaws I've killed. To be frank, it might be better to say my occupation was 'bounty hunter.' I wore a ten gallon hat low over my eyes with bravado and coming to a little town smack in the middle of the desert 明るい内から and had a bourbon or tequila and passed the time playing crooked cards; that might I bought a girl but when I made a couple jokes, she dumped me [and I went to the bar?]. Mars was, to me, the best place to get your fill of [both] freedom and ruin. One day, I dropped by 'Cyrene,' a small para-terraforming town in the big desert to the north of Marineris Gorge. My air clean oil filter was on its last legs. Obviously, riding through dust storms for five hours has the [filter's] intake all clogged up. Since my partner was a two-wheeler, I had to take good care of her 216/1/1<.
"So this is Cyrene......"
Even though it was enclosed in a dome, the town was a lawless wasteland where dust clouds roamed. I parked my partner in front of the bar, went inside and took a seat at the counter.
"Bourbon...... if you got Turkey [#1], I'll buy you a [glass], too." As soon as I'd ordered, a shot glass of 'fire water' came sliding down the counter top to me. "I heard there's a colonel in town......"
The bar tender drained his tequila and, turning pale, indicated a table in the back with a shaky finger. At a round table there, four men were (besieged) in a game of poker. I knew [at a glance] that the 'colonel' was the one with his back to me. Ever since I'd entered the bar, I could feel as air of impending violence and [how he had] consciously not shown a single unguarded moment to [me at the] counter. I knew there was a gunman called Laphraig Pete [#2] in town. I put my money on the counter and got up from my stool. He was a former/crooked serviceman and [the folks round here] nicknamed him 'Colonel.' Actually, he'd been something like a sergeant. I stood to the side of their table and used my fist to gently nudge the fat, stupid looking guy sitting way in the back out of his seat.
"You!"
Fatty McStuperson tried to object after I'd done him the kindness [of taking his seat]. His voice was just as annoying as I'd imagined it would be, so I aimed my shotgun at him and had my finger on the trigger, but I didn't intend to kill him. But since I hated [a lot of] noise, I thought I'd blow his head off if he [so much as] tried to speak again. He was a fat, stupid, horse-voiced man but he [knew enough] to stay quiet. He left the joint quiet-like as I lit a cigarette. Sitting right in front of me was the one called Colonel, Laphraig. All the other poker players left in a big hurry.
"F-Father Maxwell?"
Guess my nickname was known even out here in the sticks. Seems I'm a little famous. Laphraig glared at me with blazing eyes. (But) it was my style to answer a question with a question. I blew out a large amount of smoke and asked, "You know about the Cyrene School?" Looking at the cards lying on the table, I saw that every hand was shit. Well, the pair of fours and fives were better than what the fat-ass who had been sitting here had had. "In ancient Greek philosophy...... it's a kind of hedonism derived from Socrates. It's related to utilitarianism and seems it was called 'Pig Philosophy' for a time."
"Wh-what are you on about?...... you want to give me a sermon?" He asked another question. I decided to (quit my style) and ignore it. As I pressed my cigarette into the ashtray, I continued speaking.
"In Cyrene-ism, pleasure is akin to good, pain is apparently evil...... I don't now for sure, but I hear a certain philosopher of the Cyrene school put out the ultimate pleasure conclusion 217/1/16.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Just then, a man stood up behind Laphraig. He had short, blonde hair and sunglasses, a jack on his shoulders and his unshaven, self-depreciating smile (lit: face) were familiar.
"......!" The man in sunglasses pressed his rifle to the back of the other guy's head [Laphraig, I believe].
"I'd say pleasure is the decreasing of pain." I knew that man's face well. "In other words, the ultimate pleasure would be the complete absence of pain...... meaning 'death'......"
"Wh-who the hell are you......"Laphraig put both hands up, "Are you another friend of the Father?"
"No...... I'm a friend of a man you killed: Elv Honneger." We could see his face turn deathly pale. It looked like he remembered something. I then said to my old acquaintance:
"Hold up, this guy's mine.
"I'm not after the reward for this guy...... I'm just after something he had had with him......"
Laphraig's teeth were chattering. I felt a twinge of sympathy for the poor bastard; so I gave him some advice, "Hey, Colonel...... you're wanted 'dead or alive.' It's for your own good to speak your peace and do it honestly."
"Th-that......"
I [decided to tell] the gibbering guy just how dangerous the [blonde] man holding the gun was, "I ain't got nothing on that guy, he's seriously dangerous...... if he's killed a man, he's killed a hundred, easy. Hundreds of thousands that is [#3]." That was a little exaggeration, but so what.
"Alright...... I'll talk!"
[The blonde] pointed the rifle to the ceiling and waited for Laphraig to talk, "......"
"Neuenheim Konzern [#4] bought it......"
"Who in Neuenheim......"
"One of the executives, I don't know who! And killing Lt. Commander Elv, that was commissioned by the guys at Neuenheim!"
"......"
"That's it, that's all I know...... I don't know where the thing is now!"
"Really......" as soon as he said that, he blew Laphraig's head off. I watched the bullet shoot out of his forehead spinning and covered in blood.
"Whoa!" If it had been anyone else sitting there, theY'd have bit the dust but I, being me, managed to avoid [getting shot, too]. "You meant to do that (lit: you want to kill me too)!"
"I can't help it if you sat across from him [ALT: I couldn't be so lucky]."
I spared a pitying look at Laphraig, sprawled face down and dead on the table and said, "The reward would have been the same even if you hadn't killed him."
"I already told you but, I'm not after a reward." An ocean of blood spread across the table. "Ever since he killed Elv, [dying] was his only option......"
"You're just as dangerous as ever, huh......"
"Hn...... you should talk, gundam pilot."
"Yeah...... since Luxembourg on Earth." That man was once called the Lightening Count, Zechs Merquise; [and now?] he was going by Miliardo Peacecraft, stateless heir, and code-named Preventer Wind---
We returned to the counter and drank to our reunion; we drank to our lives [now] being free of that off-putting sod.
"Is it really okay if I take the reward?"
"Yes...... I've heard rumors that you donate that money to the Schbeiker Orphanage."
"Well I've heard, aren't you the one who declared Mars' independence from Earth?"
"You [ought to] know that that Miliardo Peacecraft wasn't me at least...... for the most part, I'm not interested in politics."
"But the Relena Darlian inside the Little Prince [frozen capsule] is the real deal, right......"
"That's a hostage...... that's why Lucretia, no, Noin is going to the Presidential center, as a guard......"
The [bottle of] Wild Turkey was quickly drained empty.
"Shoot, I'll bite..... just who is the president of that Federal Government?"
"Dixneuf [#5] Neuenheim..... Neuenheim Konzern's managing director." My whole body got burning hot; I'd hear the name of a man I hated.
"So that's that...... thing, right?"
"There's a [big] gap, but he's Noin's blood brother."
"......"
We switched to tequila.
"So he's running a profit-making business and politics simultaneously.... strictly speaking, that's unconstitutional."
"That's why he's going by the name Miliardo...... and Peacecraft for the publicity."
"Wow...... Neuenheim's up to his same old dirty tricks." The tequila burned down my throat as I finished off my glass. I tucked that tidbit away (in my heart). [Wind] was just as good and drunk. [He] seemed far more talkative that before.
"Well......"
Well what? I wanted to ask but didn't. Just as lightning is fast 218/2, here was a man who would act more logically than anybody else. So if that meant fighting [at] his beloved wife's parents' home, he had the faith to see i through to the bitter end (even if it cost him his life). I thought it would be a tough row to hoe.
"Well...... what should I call you now?" I asked after downing my fifth tequila. "Maybe 'Wind' is better?"
"This town is called Cyrene, isn't it...."
"Yeah......"
"Then call me 'Cyrene Wind.'"
"You gonna be a hedonist from here on out?"
"No...... I'm sure that, in Greek mythology, [Cyrene] was the name of the dauntless sprite who got rid of the lion [#6]."
"Father, let's get going."
Standing behind us was a cute little girl about seven years old. Although [she wore] the clothes of a farmhand, she had an impression of refinement. She had well-formed facial features, but her long, unusually/unruly blonde hair hung in a braids over both her left and right [shoulders] and the freckles all over her face left a stronger first impression.
"Allow me to introduce you...... this is my offspring [#7], Naina Neuenheim."
"Nain Peacecraft! I will carry on mother's wishes as one of Relena's knights!"
"So, she's yours and Noin's?"
"My daughter, for better or worse [#8]." Naina gave a slight bow. If I had to choose, I'd say she reminded me of Relena when I'd first met her [when Fat. Max. first met Relena, that is].
"Are you an acquaintance of my father's?"
"I'm the Father..... Father Maxwell."
"He looks old, but he's younger than me."
"Blame it on Mars......" It was the price I paid for my wanderlust. I still wasn't used to the Mars Calendar, but in the two to two and a half measly years since I'd come to Mars, I'd become no different from that scruffy [blonde]. We didn't yet know what caused the rapid-on-set aging that was endemic to Mars. It seems to affect eople differently [based on] the individual and the area. I'm pretty sure that, in AC years, I'm only just in my thirties [#9]. At any rate, while wandering all over Mars, the difference in my age ended up not mattering a lick.
"Meeting here is some kind of fate...... but I do have a request to ask of you."
I snapped out of my alcohol buzz, "I'm not looking for trouble, yo." That's what yo get when you drink the cheap stuff 220/1/18. "Well, unless it [comes with] a reward."
"Could you arrange for Naina to stay at the Schbeiker Orphanage?"
"What! Why, father?"
"This is the end of the line...... my next trip isn't going to be like the others."
If he really was going to take on Neuenheim Konzern, it would be too dangerous to take his daughter.
"I'll do it. It'll be a long trip, but I'll get her to Hilde."
"I wont go. I will go wherever you go, father!"
"I am the wind of Cyrene...... come what may I will come back for you."
"But......"
"Have I ever broken a promise to you before?"
"No....."
"Then trust me and go with him."
Naina's characteristically Peacecraft blue eyes filled to the brim with tears, "I understand."
"I'm sorry."
"I'll be strong, just as you taught me."
Father and daughter hugged each other tight, reluctant to be parting.
"Oh god......" I just might have gotten wrapped up on something untoward. "But you know, I can't drive [this] drunk..." I ordered another tequila, put the bottle to my lips and faceplanted into the counter [#10]. This was the only way I could be nice to people 220/2/6<. "Let's leave...... tomorrow afternoon...... good...... night......"
***
The afternoon of the next day, when Naina was completely prepared for the trip, she [and I] left the saloon and there, outside, lay the bodies of the poker guys and Fatty McStuperson.
"This appears to be a send off from my father...... please put [the bounty: towards travel expenses."
Somehow, while I'd been sleeping, Laphraig's gang had returned for revenge and Cyrene Wind had finished them off. These guys' had also had a reward as Laphraig had, but i'd let them go as they were just small potatoes. Still, many a little makes a mickle [#11], and I'd get a pretty penny for all of these guys. I decided to take it; it was a decent amount for travel expenses or even a donation to the Schbeiker Orphanage. And farewell to that nasty bloody [scene]. And then, there was the problem of how cheap their lives were, no matter how many 220/3/9-10<. And young miss Naina being entirely unperturbed by [the murders], that was all I could expect from the daughter of Cyrene Wind. Whether she was used to it or she had just accepted her fate didn't change the fact that she was a dauntless, pitiable girl. And--- This kind of scene was par for the course; Mars was a world where a man had his fill of freedom and devastation.
***
MC-0017 Next Summer
Naina sat in the back seat as we crossed the Martian continent [#12] East and further East. When we crossed the long river at Marineris ravine, we used mud tires. For the vast deserts, we used paddle tires. The fins were ruined immediately, so we had to go to para-terraforming towns several times for repairs.
"I've never seen anyone nowadays stupid enough to travel across Mars on a bike like this," I was told everywhere I went. But what did they know? Surely not the oy that can only be tasted by touring [ALT: Surely not the kind of joy that can only be experienced by touring on the back of bike].
We crossed the equator and went south. We'd gotten within a few dozen kilometers of the Lanagrin Republic where Hilde ran the Schbeiker orphanage. But it wasn't my reunion with good old Hilde that was running through my mind, it was Neuenheim Konzern who held the destiny of the young lady sitting behind me in his hands. Even I had cleaned up space waste as a former member of the Space Sweepers. I (intended) to have as much common sense as the next guy. I'm sure I remember Neuenheim Konzern establishing his business at the end of the AC era. The for-profit business's name meant 'New House' in German. In order to shake off the chronic economic changes [suffered by an] impoverished, exploited (little) Earth, [the Neuenheim Konzern] developed new markets of economic activity and continued supportive activities to bolster the citizens of space. At the start of the AC era, a permanent space station was completed and that serves as the archetype for the space colonies. It wouldn't be saying too much to call the Neuenheim's transference of resource satellites from the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter and using that as the construction by which to build the space colonies a great deed 221/2/13-15. So it's only natural that [he] acquired special permission [to use] basic techniques [to build colonies] and with one colony complete, his business was set up to rake in the dough hand over fist. Conversely, [his] possession of those profits, in fact, caused space developments and colony construction to be slower than usual [ALT: in fact, caused space exploitation]. Proof of this can be seen when Neuenheim Corporation's patents (vanished) around AC 130 and another explosive colony-building rush started. Neuenhiem's company, whose standard operating procedure was first and foremost what could be called (marketplace mechanism-ism) and utilitarian profit marketing, was more interested in realizing the planetary reform plan, aka the "terraforming project," then space colony development which was held up by the loss of the patents. Selected as the first target was this here Mars. The development and dome-shaped, airtight residences and releasing man-made freon to hasten atmospheric change with the greenhouse effect, even the space elevator that connected Phobos to Mars for the sake of more efficiently making use of materials, was one part of the plan. By the speech President Miliardo ((actually Dixneuf Neuenheim)), where he went so far as to pro-rate the Mars [century] calendar dating back to the completion of the para terraforming, stunk to high heaven of a substantially disagreeable company 223/3/14. Well, Mars turned out to be hard to sell. Being well accustomed to Earth, [not many were inclined] to move to Mars with its weak atmospheric pressure and only one third of Earth's gravity. It was the same reason the lunar domiciles failed. The Earth and the colonies around her were plenty. Also, Mars was physically too far away. (However,) around that time territorial disputes broke out all over and it was manufacturing mobile suits and other weapons more than space development that bore profits. At least, in my memory, resource satellite MO-VII crashing into the Argyre field in Mars' southern hemisphere- in AC 187 I think- couldn't really have been a chance occurance, could it? I'm betting Neuenhiem did that intentionally. I think it was deliberate because it was a little too convenient to the development of Mars that that satellite contained Europa algae. That was even more suspicious and crooked than me! Well, the president of the company at the time was Noble Neuenheim [#13] ((Noin's father)) and this is what he said:
"[The MO-VII falling] isn't anywhere near planetary-scale destruction. This was far more humane than those who trade in people's lives for a profit ((here, he was pointing to the Romefeller and the Barton Foundations)). Action taken for the sake of future generations will [surely lead to] the greatest well-being for the greatest number of people."
That was a typical (market mechanism-ist) way of thinking; it make me sick. There's no reason for [them?] to record these things and that was all must my conjecture but I [thought I was] right on the money. Well, the core makeup of people who came to Mars consisted mostly of liberalists who felt 'total pacifism' was too constricting and utilitarians who [had] shaken up the market cultivation: all the rest were Earth's undesirables: outlaws and hooligans. On top of that, they did just as they pleased out in the sticks away from the long arm of the law. Owning to that, to the powerless (lit: authority-less), penniless weak who hated fighting, Mars definitely became a disaster area 222/2/2-3. Particularly for women and children, that disadvantageous combination was pretty high and with riots and terrorism all over the place, there was no decrease in the numbers of war orphans or prostitutes. There was no hope and no dreams for those who weren't preferred. On the other hand, if you just had confidence in your strength and nerve, you could sing the praises of freedom 222/2/4. For a guy like me, it was my kind of place......
***
A familiar hill came into sight. It looked exactly like a Bactrian camel [#14]. Soon as I crossed that camel, I'd be at the Schbeiker Orphanage. Usually, I'd take the hill in a double jump, but since I was riding tandem this time, I decided not to. Taking the pace down a notch, I eased [the bike] up and down the hill and again for the mountain. As I'd never [taken it so easy coming over camel-back], it seemed as though Hilde didn't realized my partner [bike] and I had arrived.
"What? Father?"
The eight orphans surrounding Sister Hilde were having a late lunch.
"Yo, everybody. How ya doin'?" Hilde had taken over the orphanage, and church also, from me quite a while ago. She was still young and beautiful in her own way; I wish she'd forget about (being stuck me/us) and [find a nice guy from a] middle-class family to marry into. But I wasn't so lucky. Seriously, I've never seen anybody work as hard as I do. By the way, the government of this planet taxes churches. That in itself wasn't special or anything. But we don't get welfare 222/3/12, either. The Duo Orphanage or Maxwell Church would have been good [names] but using the name of a wanted man (fugitive) and I knew how much those guys at the tax office would overcharge/harass 222/3/14 us. So that's why we used Hilde's surname and re-christened it the Schbeiker Orphanage. What we really did was mainly raising orphans burned out of house and home from the war 222/3/12-13 and finding foster parents to take care of them, and not once did we teach our troubled lambs such boring tripe as [finding] the sacred path. I sent the reward money and the quick cash made on crooked gambling here, but it wasn't clean money having come from those bastards and I knew it wasn't the right (best) way [to earn it]. But there's no such thing as good money or bad money when it comes to feeding hungry kids, right? I wasn't in the business to be lauded by anyone so I thought it was alright. Hilde had once laughed and said:
"Once you've made up your mind, there's nothing I could say to make you change it, huh."
I introduced her to Naina. Being older than all eight of the kids, Naina was all of a sudden their big sister [figure] and had to look after them, but as long as Naina herself was okay with that, I didn't feel any particular sense of responsibility.
Sister Hilde pulled my sleeve, "Where did you pick her up? You have a loli complex or something?"
"Your language just gets worse and worse, don't it, Hilde?"
"Someone's a bad influence...... after all, it's your fault, Mr. Unenlightened, didn't you know?" 223/1/14-15......"
"I'll leave you to it...... one of these days, a guy going by the name of Wind's supposed to come pick her up."
Naina was a hit with the eight ankle biters once they warmed up to her. I took notice of one particular rugrat about four years old and looking like trouble, "Who's that?"
"He just appeared from out of nowhere recently...... he looks like you, I thought one of your women'd had him."
For a second, the faces of various women flashed through my mind but none seemed very familiar. Thinking back by his apparent age would have been when I was going with Hilde. The mean looking kid ignored me and Naina and went outside.
As Hilde watched the brat leave, she whispered in my ear, "For now, I've been calling him Duo...... when his hair gets a little longer, I'm going to braid it... I'm sure you'll be like peas in a pod."
"Don't say that, I'm still a man of the cloth. I run and hide, but I'm vestal Father Maxwell 223/2/8."
"Liar, you're always getting dumped...... you playboy!"
"Whoa, don't get your panties in a bunch...... I told you from the get-go what I was like."
"Yeah yeah......"
"One 'yeah' is enough."
"Yeah yeah yeah."
"...... " Apparently she wasn't going to listen to my warnings or my rebukes. She pretty much hated me.
Hilde clapped her hands to get the attention of the noisy brats and said, "Alright, everyone! I hear the Father is leaving! Let's give him a big, smiley send-off!!"
"Come back [soon]!" [The kids said.]
It would have been nice to have at least had the time to have a smoke but, seems like I wouldn't get a chance to relax [here]. Well, I suppose it's gotta be a bad influence on the kids to have a gangster [#15] like me hanging around.
"I'll get going right now." I went outside and when I faced my partner, the mean-looking ankle biter who looked a lot like me was fiddling uninvited with the engine.
"Oy, hey! Kid! What are you messing with?"
"I'm just really into two-wheeler bikes."
"Yeah right, as if you know anything."
"The hydraulic drive for the front wheel's been caked in mud! If you ride like that, the back wheel'll lose torque and you'll sink for real."
"I-I guess you know a thing or two." I thought she hadn't been running up to par recently.
"I cleaned it up for you...... I changed the oil filter while I was at it," said the kid who, without so much as a hint of smugness, tossed a black, sand covered filter into the trash. "It's okay that I used the [filter] that was under the back seat, right?"
"O-oh...... thanks."
The kid looked right at me and asked, "So, you're my old man?"
"Nooo way!"
"Don't our faces look alike?"
"That's just a coincidence you damn brat......" I straddled the bike, started the engine and there sure was a fine sound coming from the front. "Don't you knw your mom's name or anything?" I didn't think he'd know, but I asked just in case.
"No clue, yo I've been on my own since I was born!"
"In that case, you'll be fine hereafter, too!"
"Here? The old lady won't let me cut my hair!"
"Ha ha ha...... something like a braid wouldn't leave you even if you died."
"Big whoops, idiot."
"Don't you go making Sister Hilde cry!"
"Same to you. Aren't you doing just as you please?"
"It's been real, Duo!"
"Later, Father Crapswell."
I revved the bike up and beat the light fantastic out of there. I decided to take camel back mountain in a double jump and didn't look back. What a horrendous brat! That was my first impression [of Duo].
***
MC-0022 Next Winter
Taking off the virtual visor, Kathy turned around.
"Father, is that true?"
"Well...... it's not a lie," I said lightly. I fool around and I gamble, but Father Maxwell is honest [about doing it].
"If that's true, then who is the man [calling himself] Special Commander First Class Zechs Merquise of the Lanagrin Republic?"
"If it's not actually the man himself, not a clone and not, of course, a spare...... what possibilities can you think of?"
"A g-ghost?"
"[The real Zechs Merquise] is still alive, calling himself 'Cyrene Wind.'
"Then a living ghost?"
"Why are you imagining all these unbelievable [impossibilities]......"
"A disguise or plastic surgery?"
"All wrong......"
"How can you be so sure?"
"I can...... long ago when my bride boarded a battleship called Libra......"
Then, suddenly the emergency take off alarm for the subterranean mobile suit hanger rang out.
"Master Chang!" Kathy shouted at the monitor as she called up that reckless idiot. He was piloting the mobile suit that had been at the base.
"This is Chang Wufei!" His face and voice both were as youthful as they had been in the past. "On the observation satellite's monitor, there are four machines shown making an attack from the Lanagrin Republic!"
"Four?!"
"You mean Zechs?"
Wufei, blazing with fighting spirit, coldly declared, "The suits have been confirmed and scanned, results [show] a collation of model numbers...... OZ-03 MCIV {Virgo IV}, three; and model number OZ-13 MS {gundam Epyon}"
"Gundam......"
"So they've finally started moving out......"
"I'll make arrangements immediately for reinforcements."
"There's no need for that! I can take them out alone."
Wufei's machine was a white mobile suit with a dragon hang [?] equipped on the right arm and a beam trident for the left.
"Code name 'Nataku'...... Preventer's scramble! {epyon II} Is taking off!"
***To Be Continued
NOTES
#1 - Wild Turkey, the bourbon.
#2 - This is apparently the name of a single malt Scottish whiskey (the Laphraig, not the Pete).
#3 - Actually, Duo is saying Zechs has killed millions of people. Given the way you count in Japanese, Duo LITERALLY says "if he's killed man, he's killed a hundred. That's in tens of thousands." But one hundred ten-thousands is a million. It sounds more menacing to say a guy (zechs) has kills LOTS of people, then tack on that number is actually a power of ten, doesn't it?
#4 - Neuenheim is, as far as I can tell, a place in Germany. Konzern is apparently German for "business group" and that makes a lot of sense.
#5 - Dixneuf is French for the number 19.
#6 - Indeed, Cyrene is the DAUGHTER of the king of Lapiths, she was caught fighting a lion by Apollo and he whisked her off to some part of Africa which bore the name Cyrenaica (named after her) which is in modern day Libya. Pleased to note: the raw text uses the genderless "sprite" or "fairy."
#7 - the kanji of the raw text says "sprite" or "fairy" but Sumizawa specifies the reading is "Cyrene." Zechs is definitely referring to his daughter, however.
#8 - Literally, he says Naina is his "good for nothing daughter" but I'm chalking this up to Japan's typical introduction rules that mandate one must humble oneself (or one's family, etc.).
#9 - And being only just in his thirties in AC years when it's MC-0017 means that five MC years later (or about ten AC years), he'd be entering his forties when Heero is awakened and Katrine steals Prometheus and Kathy is getting brought up to speed on the VR thing.
#10 - I haven't been to enough bars to know, but it seems like you couldn't get a BOTTLE of tequila (especially considering they'd already had five shots of it). I HAVE had tequila in Japan and it comes in shots, which I assume is the norm. And finally, why does he faceplant into the counter? Maybe he just puts his head down on the counter...
#11 - I've never heard that expression, but it's apparently out there and apparently British? Just in case it's not obvious enough from context, Duo's saying "several small sums add up to one big sum."
#12 - Well, I can't find anything that names specific continents on Mars since there aren't actually oceans on Mars. None of the plains have a name with a pronunciation that might match the Japanese phonetic transliteration as near as I can tell, so I guess Sumizawa's just saying they're crossing "Mars." I suppose it's possible that particular continent IS eponymous OR it could be "Marth" from the Fire Emblem game (courtesy of Wikipedia Japants) as I believe the creators lifted the name "Khushrenada" off some other anime that was known at the time, but that's all I got. I'm sticking with KISS for now.
#13 - I can't find much about ノーベェ on the intarwebs, but come connection to chocolate seemed more prevalent if somewhat dated. There's both a belgian company (I guess?) and a guy from Oklahoma (I guess?) named Noble.
#14 - Bactrian camels have two humps, dromedaries have one.
#15 - the raw text says "yakuza" and while it COULD be the plain old yakuza, the dictionary also says it means "no-good guy" or "gambler" and we KNOW Fat Max is a (crooked!) gambler at least and hunts down other neredowells for their reward. You can take it or leave it.
NOTE: I haven't proofread this chapter as a whole yet given a myriad of things, the least of which not being the disaster than Japan has turned into (and I am currently out of on a previously arranged vacation). I aplogize for the rough areas, but I figured it would be more fun for you all to know what's basically going on than waiting at least two more weeks for me to get back into Japan (barring total nuclear meltdown).
