Star Trek: Gundam

Title: Star Trek - Gundam Episode 5
Authors: JoIsBishMyoga (JWPname@aol.com) and Makoto Sagara (makoto_sagara1@yahoo.com)
Archive: www.afallenangel.net/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html, www.sailorsandco.crosswinds.net/gundamwing/fanfiction/fanfiction.html, www.fanfiction.net, www.foreverfandom.net, www.wufeiduo.net
Pairings: 3x4, 5+2+5, eventual 1x2x5
Rating: R
Category: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Action/Adventure
Warnings: Shonen-ai, Language, Crossover, AU, lime

Disclaimers: Mako: Oh, we own nothing, not even our own places to live. We are only borrowing the G-boys and the Star Trek universe for play. We promise to return everything the way we found them. We make no money off of this. ^_^
Jo: Although we sure WISH we did... anyways, if you sue, you'll only be able to take the cat. That'll make my dad very happy, b/c she meows all night and scratches up the furniture.

A/N: Mako: No more harassing me! If we have a chapter, you will know. *cries* Every time we write a new chapter, I get bombarded with nice, and not-so-nice, 'requests' for the next chapter! Jo, MAKE IT STOP! Jo: Me?! I have no control over these people! ....... but I suppose I could help. Feel free to direct your demands to JWPname@aol.com, since it's mostly my schedule that dictates when the chapters get done. Mako: Hai! Mako works all the time on her ficcies! No need to berate me with long and winded rants about how we don’t update… Not that the sentiment isn’t appreciated. ^_^;;;; Thanks for reading!

Symbols: blah – either foreign (Klingon/Romulan) or off-screen speech
*blah* - emphasized word
*~*~*~* - Change of scene
~blah~ - sound effects

~BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!~

Heero's eyes flicked from the console readout to the cargo bay doors.
Audio input
Source location 79 X 3 Y mark 5.463: Cargo Bay 1 Personnel Airlock
Executing database comparison
no match
Action: none

Heero paused and reevaluated, using the data obtained from observations of the crew.
No match
Action: evaluate source.

Heero turned away from the console, walked over to the airlock, and entered it. The source had been external, so he opened the outer door. Five humanoids stood outside the airlock, four females and an older, balding male.

The one who stood closest to the door put her arm down and stared, dumbfounded, at the gorgeous, half-naked boy. Her mouth fell open at the sight, and a quick look at the other members of her group showed the ex-Borg that they were sharing her expression. Heero watched them blankly. This was a probable source of the unidentified sounds. "Are you the source of unidentified audio input 345?"

They gaped at him.

"Coming, comin--" Duo's voice cut off abruptly, and then he yelled, "HEERO! What did I tell you about opening the door to strangers?!"

Heero turned to face the approaching human. "Nothing."

Duo blinked. "I didn't? Well... okay, then, don't open the door to people you don't know, unless one of the crew okays them."

"Acknowledged." Heero turned back around and shut the airlock in the faces of the five unknowns.

“GODDAMMIT, DUO MAXWELL! OPEN THIS DOOR!” Hilde screamed a few seconds later. The sound of laughter was followed by the opening of said door and the sight of Duo’s braid dangling on the floor, as he was doubled over, cackling madly.

“That was great, ‘Ro!” he managed between peals of laughter.

Heero's eyes flicked from him to the newcomers. "These are ‘okayed’, then?"

“Of course they are. The banshee is Hilde,” Duo said, straightening out to look the five visitors in the face.

"I have no data on the species ‘Banshee’. Elaborate."

Duo’s faced threatened to break out into laughter again, but he fought it down. “Ancient Earth legend from the British Isles. A banshee is female ghost, or spirit, whose voice could kill those that heard it.”

Heero didn't blink. "It is inaccurate. All units within range are still functioning."

Duo sighed. “It’s a metaphor. Hilde just *sounds* like a banshee, with that screech of hers. She’s a human, like me.”

Heero attempted to process that as Duo waved the females and male inside and closed the lock behind them.

"Okay, Duo, who's prettybot here and where the heck did you find him?" Sally, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Trill female, asked.

“Long story, but his name is Heero. Heero, these are our friends, the crew of the merchant ship Caput... sometimes known as "ass-end"--"

"Only to Duo, and mostly because we've given up on trying to smack him for it," the human girl, Hilde, muttered.

Duo grinned and pointed at her. "Hilde," the human, "Sally," the Trill, "Cathy," a curly-haired Bajoran, "Instructor H", the male, "and Mariemaia, the captain." Heero glanced the last over, and concluded that she was half Romulan, part Bajoran, and part Cardassian.

"Charmed," Cathy said dryly. "What's the rest of the story?"

"Can't tell ya. Q-ball's called dibs." Duo pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "C'mon up to the lounge and all will be revealed. Over breakfast."

“Duo, I take back all the nasty things I said about you before,” Hilde said, linking arms with the other human as they started walking. “Any man that feeds me is a good man.”

“Same way I feel,” her companion said, winking mischievously.

Heero turned back towards his console.

"Come on, Heero. You have a right to be there when we talk about you."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So he's... Borg," Cathy said flatly. Her gaze - filled with wariness nearly identical to Wufei's, though without the searing jealousy - had been pinned to Heero since Quatre had said that word.

"That is so COOL!" Hilde squealed. "Can I examine your circuitry? Pleeeeeease?"

"Sheesh, Hilde, why not ask to see his etchings while you're at it?" Duo asked sarcastically.

“You think he’d let me?”

“That is not possible. This unit has no etchings,” Heero stated matter-of-factly.

“Not 'this unit', Heero," Quatre replied wearily.

"I."

"Thank you."

"Thanks are irrelevant."

"Not to most societies, Heero." Quatre paused, looking around the room. The hostility coming from Wufei and Cathy, and somewhat from Mariemaia, was not conducive to the usual conversations the Gundam's crew had with the Caput's. "But I think Hilde's suggestion is a good one. Would you mind letting them examine your circuitry and medical data?"

"Negative."

"Trowa?"

The Vulcan gestured towards the Infirmary, and Hilde, Sally, H, and Duo stood.

“Oh, yeah, Hilde, when we’re done poking at Heero’s info, I got some new stuff I want to show you,” Duo said as the others left.

The doors closed, and the tension levels dropped considerably. Quatre relaxed somewhat, and turned to Mariemaia. "So, Captain..."

"So," Marie agreed, with a faint smile. "You don't trust the Borg?"

Quatre chuckled. "We aren't that foolish."

"Yet," Wufei muttered.

"Heero's rather like a computer in his thinking. Next to no moral judgment at all. So, no, I don't trust him to know when to keep quiet or who to trust, and I'm not about to try 'programming' him like that. Besides," Quatre smiled, "you don't trust him. So! What's *really* brought you to our ship today?"

"Well, besides confirming for ourselves that the rumours were false," Mariemaia started. "I have something from.... my father."

Quatre's smile fell away. "I see." Unspoken was the fact that for the Senator to involve Marie -- an illegitimate, half-breed child raised outside the Empire, whose activities bordered on illegal and whose existence would be politically damaging if she was discovered -- whatever it was, the need was dire. The Gundam was all but committed to the mission automatically.

Marie sat back, her eyes half-closing as she slipped into a light meditative state. Quatre and Wufei did the same, insuring that they would keep the message word-for-word without recording it.

“To my dearest adversaries, I offer you greetings. Would that we could meet fairly over crossed blades, but alas, ch'Rihan[1] is no longer witness to the passions and past times of ages gone before. The Elements have turned, our fires are banked, and in the hvai[2] who pretend to be Rihannsu[3], they are naught but ashes clouding the waters of deceit. To spite such hvai, I send you this: weeks a past, among they who abandoned ch'Rihan for Lloann'na[4], there was one who was known as Varis of the House of Llithrin, a nephew of Deihu[5] Naril of the same House. To date, the Deihu has amassed 70% of the money required to buy the boy's death, and doubtless shall have acquired the remainder long before the next election. The results of such an obscenity, the blame for which would be rested upon the shoulders of the Lloann'na, would propel him into the Senate, and to the government coffers. Should the boy live to see the election's end, the House of Llithrin shall be impoverished.”

"Ah, Romulan politics. How interesting," Quatre mused, sitting back in his seat and processing the request from Senator Treize.

"How disgusting, you mean," Wufei growled, coming out of his trance state. "Dishonorable cur of a deihu..."

"Look, no one's talking about how *your* people conduct their politics," Cathy said for the first time since the Borg left.

Wufei would've glared at her, except he was already glaring on general principles. "I'M not talking about how anybody conducts their politics. I'm talking about the h-vay dog Deihu Naril specifically, though the fact that such a creature gained ANY power in a system of mob rule..." He pointedly trailed off, letting the phrase speak for itself.

"-- is a testament to how good at deception a lying, honourless dog can be, we know, Chang."

"So, is Senator Treize asking us to take this message to Starfleet? Or does he want us to actually protect this boy? Because, he can't afford our services if the second is the case at hand," Quatre said, a playful smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

"Just get the message to Starfleet," Marie answered, relaxing faintly. "They're paid to babysit the galaxy, so they may as well earn it."

Marie cast a sidelong glance at Wufei. "Parreeses Squares?" she asked sweetly.

"There should be enough space, with all your cargo offloaded."

Wufei gave her a sour look. "You onna can't hit worth a credit."

"Why, Chang, I thought you realized... that wasn't hitting; that was blatant groping."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“So,” Hilde started as Duo led her down to Engineering after her extensive look over of Heero’s circuitry, leaving the ex-Borg with H and the two doctors.

“Yes?” Duo asked, sitting in the only chair and pulling out his box of new toys. His eyes shot up as Hilde draped herself across his lap, moving around until she was comfortable.

“Are Klingons as *good* and insatiable in bed as I’ve heard?” she asked, an innocent smile plastered across her face. She started laughing as Duo turned three shades of red.

“HILDE!” he yelled, dumping the human girl on her rear.

“What?” she managed between giggles. “I know you, and you SO got laid last night. I'm guessing that Bot-boy's hormones are about as functional as a Vulcan's laugh track, and somehow I DON'T think Tro and Q-ball invited you into their bed, so that leaves your favorite half-Klingon ogle-ee.” Duo just blushed a few shades more, but Hilde noticed that he was also fighting a smile. “Just as I thought. About time too, boy! Now, to collect on my bet from Cathy.”

“B-bet?” Duo choked out. “What bet?”

“Like I’d tell you?! Just know that you have made me a very happy woman, without sleeping with me. Shame though…”

“Er… right,” Duo said, sitting back down.

“I want details. NOW! Tell me *everything*,” Hilde exclaimed, sitting back down in Duo’s lap and awaiting every last sordid detail that she *knew* her friend was going to spill.

Notes:
[1] ch’Rihan – Romulan, Romulus
[2] hvai – Romulan, beast; animal
[3] Rihannsu – Romulan, Romulan (people)
[4] Lloann'na –Romulan, Federation
[5] Deihu – Romulan, Elder