Scene Six thru Ten: Gundam Wing After Dekim
The Patsy
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style='font-size:16.0pt'>Nstyle='font-size:11.0pt'>apoleon Hill:
The starting point of all achievement is desire.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Keep this constantly in mind.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Weak desires bring weak results, just as a small
amount of fire makes a small amount of heat.
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style='font-size:16.0pt'>Jstyle='font-size:11.0pt'>oan Didion:style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Character – the willingness to accept responsibility
for one’s own life – is the source from which self-respect springs.
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Dorothy Catalonia surveyed her meager nine-by-nine
foot cage of a holding cell with an ironic smile on her face.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She allowed the authorities to believe that
the cell they kept her in really contained her when she could easily pick the
lock on the door with minimal effort. If
she told them that and then proved it they would never feel safe again, and it
would not help her any.
She was
only one piece of the puzzle and she had not even been involved with Dekim
Barton. Dorothy had saved Relena’s life
and all she had gotten in return was to be locked away in a cell and put on
trial. Still, she did not particularly
mind being imprisoned. There were new
and amusing things to keep herself occupied with and
one of those things was scheduled to take place in ten minutes.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She was truly looking forward to her little
meeting, although it appeared that it would be taking place a bit sooner than
the appointed time judging by the footsteps and voices coming towards her
cell. It would be just like her visitor
to arrive a little early but never too early, a gift that had been given to
them by the very same man. A man Dorothy
respected more than many others.
“Now don’t
try anything funny,” The door to her cell opened.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Or it will be the hole for class=GramE>you, money and rank make no difference here.”
‘If they
didn’t I wouldn’t have my own jail,’ Dorothy thought derisively as she rolled
her eyes at the exaggeration. ‘There’s
no ‘hole’ in this place, everyone knows that.’
“Why don’t
you send in Commander Une?” Dorothy asked, ignoring the unimaginative threat
from the guard. “I believe she’s here to
see me.”
Dorothy
knew the rules of maintaining an appearance.
Even if one had no true power it was best to act like you still had some
because then you might even get others to believe you.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> To an extent this worked for her, even in
prison. Dorothy could be very persuasive.
“Hello
Dorothy,” The voice of Treize Khushrenada’s
second-in-command washed over her. “How
have you been?”
“Quite
well,” Dorothy smiled suddenly and turned to face Une.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “I eagerly await my hearing and trial, it’s
coming up you know.”
“I know,”
Une’s voice did not carry far.
“Tell me
something Commander Une,” Dorothy put emphasis on her title.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “In your personal opinion am I a patsy?”
“My opinion
isn’t important,” Une said.
“It is to
me,” Dorothy cocked her head to the side.
“I wish to know what you think Une, unless of course you’re class=GramE>afraid Lady.” The
last word was said with sarcasm and barely audible.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“Well
then,” Une ignored her old nickname. “I
think that you are being used as a Patsy. “Not nearly
enough,” Dorothy said with a slight shrug of her shoulders.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “All these people claim to embrace Relena’s
pacifism and yet they’re out for blood.
It’s rather amusing don’t you think?
I’ll be sure to give them a show they won’t ever forget.”
“Is this
just some game to you?” Une asked with disapproval.
“In the
basic sense I suppose,” Dorothy smiled elegantly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “But it’s also my penance.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> What do you want Une?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It can’t be a mere visit, not from you.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You want something from me.”
“I want you
to join the Preventers,” Une hid nothing.
“No,”
Dorothy was firm.
Une raised
an eyebrow in silent question. Obviously
Dorothy was willing to serve her penance in a cell.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They had all changed.
“Organizations
can be easily dissolved,” Dorothy continued.
“I’ll join a small group of people or a single person but I refuse to
join a cause other than my own. People
always come and go, things fall apart and loyalty depends on how much money you
can pay out. It’s pure folly to add me
into that mix, like adding flame to a powder keg.”
“You can
have a fresh start,” Une pointed out.
“Why can’t
I join you, Lady?” She persisted. “I
don’t want money and the trial should happen considering all the things I’ve
done. Why not give me something worth
joining forces with?”
“Because,”
Une trailed off.
pan>pan>“I know you
don’t want to make the same mistakes Treize made,” She swept her long hair over
her shoulders. “You’re afraid of making
those mistakes but you aren’t Treize. It
won’t be the same Une.”
Une kept
all emotion off her face but her eyes told a different story.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Dorothy had struck a nerve with her comments
and she knew it. But she did not feel
the same sense of accomplishment as she once would have.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Dorothy Catalonia had changed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The popular consensus claimed she was still a
threat and at one point she would have been proud of that too but she could not
bring herself to really care. She did
not want the recognition or the spotlight any longer but they continued to
chain her to it, her punishment for her crimes.
She wanted to be the puppet master pulling stings unseen but she was the
enemy on trail. She would not shrink
from who she was or what she had been, no one could make her fall back from who
she was.
“It won’t
be the same,” She softly repeated.
“Perhaps
not,” Une acceded. “But mistakes will be
made, ones I can’t control. I’ll ask you
again, join the Preventers.”
“No,”
Dorothy was nothing if not stubborn.
“Before you go I have some advice for you.”
“I’m
listening,” Une said.
“This peace
is weak,” Dorothy began. “The only
things holding it together are strong people like you and Miss Relena and the
Winner heir. If any of you falter so
will the peace. If you show weakness the
peace may very well shatter. Welcome to
the glass fish bowl Lady, every move you make, every breath you take, they will
watch. The odds are overwhelmingly against
you that you will make a mistake and they’re watching and waiting for that to
happen and when it does they’ll strike.
There will be another war, perhaps not a year from now, but in the next
decade count on it.”
“You sound
like Treize,” Une said.
“He wasn’t
wrong,” Dorothy told her. “If everyone
doesn’t know the horror of war they will be doomed to start and fight one.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That doesn’t mean you need to start a war of
your own to show them, it just means there will be more wars.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Be ready for one Lady.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Start stockpiling secret weapons because when
the time comes the Preventers may be the world’s only hope.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> There may not be Gundam Pilots this next time
to save the world.
“I’m tired
Lady, tired of dealing with stupid people who see only good or bad and never
any shades of gray. Many of the
politicians are like that you know. Even
now they’re pushing all reminders of Dekim out of sight, out of mind.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You can only trust Relena and Quatre with
your insecurities and problems now. You
don’t have many people to watch your back.”
“You don’t
either,” Une looked at her.
“I don’t
need them,” Dorothy sighed. “There’s a
difference. Watch your back and Miss
Relena’s.”
“David
Calhoun is her head of security now,” Une notified Dorothy.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“He’s
good,” Dorothy nodded in approval. “I
don’t think there’s anything left to say then.”
“No,” Une
stood, the signal that the meeting was over.
“I don’t suppose there is. Be
well Dorothy.”
Une turned
and rapped with her knuckles on the door.
It opened and she left without a backward glance or final goodbye,
Dorothy expected nothing less. Dorothy
waited until the door was firmly shut before collapsing to the floor in a
heap. She was relieved Miss Relena was
all right, that things were not falling apart as she feared.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
At last
Dorothy stood and flung herself onto her cot.
She was tired like she said. She
was tired of not knowing how everyone was and what was going on.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She stood up on her cot and looked out the
barred window. It looked so calm but she
was not fooled by the tranquility she saw.
It was the eye of the storm.
Relena and Une were both deceived, Dorothy
could not be certain Une would heed her warning.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Quatre though, he seemed more in tune with
the way things really were.
She dropped
away from the window. There was nothing
out there for her. Dorothy paced her
cell wanting to break out and help save the peace.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But there was no turmoil on the surface, it
was buried down below and no one would listen to her until the cracks began to
show. When that happened she hoped that
Quatre or one of the Pilots would listen to her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Dorothy would help save the peace this time
but her name would not be plastered in newspapers, her contribution would not
be spoken of.
Dorothy
Catalonia as the world’s savior was something that most of the world would or
could not consider. Well, she would just
have to prove them all wrong.