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laora-ryn · 7 years

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some hearts beat ever onward

(partially) written for the 10th anniversary of Gundam 00!!

tumblr whY did you take out all my italics they’re super important here why

Spoilers: For Marie’s existence, though I don’t remember when that actually came up. ~2x8?

Summary: His body has failed him, leaving him trapped in a medical pod with no chance of escape. Her memories of her life Before are slipping steadily through her fingers.

They find each other, and for a while, life is just a little more bright.

Characters: Allelujah and Marie

Rating: T-ish for canon themes of war, tragedy, terrorism, and child experimentation

Notes: So I started this this week and then realized there was no way in hell I was gonna get it finished by today. (Super unfortunate, since I love the premise.)

The summary is a work in progress, but if it’s unclear, basically we’re looking at an Allelujah and Marie swap AU, in which Alle’s the test tube baby and Marie’s been kidnapped from the wars. Ultimately, we’re going toward Marie recruited to pilot Kyrios and Allelujah sent off to Sergei Smirnov, though this blurb doesn’t quite get that far!

It’s gonna turn into a snapshot collection more than a cohesive thing (or else this would turn into much longer than a oneshot OTL)

I really hope you guys like it! I’ll try and get this done as soon as I can :)

@sapphireswimming, @ninthfeather, @g00week

He tries to remember what it meant to experience the world around him.

He tries to remember, but it has been a very long time since he was able to see, or hear, or feel anything at all. He remembers—barely—colors, and cold, and sharp voices that spoke over him no matter how hard he tried to speak up.

He remembers the stories well, though, and remembers their words as if they’re branded on his mind. He remembers them and they were good, and so he clings to them as time passes interminably without him.

He remembers the stories—the beautiful words said and sung by the children new to the facility, in hushed tones so that the doctors would not hear. He remembers them explaining God, explaining how he is good and kind and wonderful, and he reasons that God must exist somewhere outside of the facility. He’s never left this place, after all.

He remembers, once upon a time, wondering whether he could ever meet God. He remembers wondering if he could ever leave so he could talk with him. All of the adults here are indifferent and cold, but the others explained God as something different entirely, and he thinks he’d like to meet him, if he can.

But now he cannot, not ever, because his body has stopped working though he is still intact inside of it. Some days he thinks it’s unfair, but he also knows that he is still alive—he is still alive—and so maybe he will one day get better and be able to leave, to visit God on the outside.

Allelujah, he thinks, because perhaps God has kept him alive for this purpose, and the other children taught him that life is a precious gift that should be cherished.

(He wonders what he would do, if he hadn’t heard of God—and he thinks he doesn’t like the answer.)

Her head hurts more than it ever has, at this facility or during her life Before—which she can remember less of by the day.

Her name is gone, replaced by the code E-0057, and her head hurts more than it ever has in her life. The other children explain that children named E don’t live very long, in hushed tones so that the doctors will not hear. Those named C tend to survive the longest, and undergo fewer surgeries, and there’s a rumbling of something at the back of her mind that she tries to ignore because, right now, she thinks she has more to worry about.

She cannot remember her name except that she had one, and she cannot remember the family she must have had. She cannot remember what country she is from, or what language she used to speak beyond the Mandarin that now occupies her mind, the French and English that they’re starting to teach her. It terrifies her, that one day she might even forget that she has forgotten, that this place with its steel walls and its doctors will be all she’s ever known. She remembers that a place exists, Outside, and she holds desperately to this truth, because she does not know what will happen to her if she does not.

The other children say she’s going to die, and there’s something in the back of her mind like another voice waking up, and the doctors tut over their clipboards at her next check-up. They shake their heads and mutter to each other about how she isn’t progressing, and she bites her tongue to keep quiet because she knows speaking up will only earn her a slap to the face.

“Has anything changed since the last surgery?” one of the doctors directs at her, his words sharp, and she shakes her head. Headaches happen every time she goes under, after all, and she thinks a second voice in her head will surely be cause for disposal. They always say that they’re looking for the perfect child, the one they can show to the military as a prize and a tool and a soldier. Someone sharing headspace with another person is about as far from perfect as she can think of.

The doctor’s face twists; he and his colleague stomp out of the room as the orderly steps from the corner, his face impassive as he leads her back to the common area. She tries not to hunch, tries not to hug herself about the middle, and tries to think of a way to convince the doctors that she should not be disposed of.

There isn’t one—at least not one that they couldn’t see through in a second—and she grows more miserable by the second, sure she’s going to die.

(The voice in the back of her head grows stronger by the minute, though, and there’s something else, too—just at the edge of her hearing—that she can’t quite make out.)

He’s been calling out in his mind for what feels like forever; by now, he’s not expecting anyone to respond.

It’s not that he can hear it, exactly, but it’s there, at the edge of his mind, and he’s so surprised by the existence of something beyond himself that he’s struck dumb for a moment. But it sounds like—like another person, maybe, because it doesn’t sound like his own mind-voice, and if it’s not him then it must be someone else.

Who are you, the voice asks, and as he focuses it becomes clearer in his mind. It’s higher than his own, a little tentative, and at first, he’s not sure how to respond. He barely remembers ever interacting with another person at all—but he is so desperate to not scare her away, even if he does not know why she is here.

My name’s Allelujah, he thinks, trying to project, and the silence lasts just long enough that he thinks maybe it hasn’t worked. Who are you?

He’s trying to come up with another way to communicate when the same voice says, very quiet—I...I’m E-0057. I think.

Allelujah frowns, or he would, if he had control of his face. That’s a weird name, he thinks to her, and the silence is even longer this time.

Why are you in my head? she asks eventually, and he doesn’t know how to answer. I don’t think—the doctors won’t be happy, they might dispose of me.

She sounds scared, and Allelujah feels as if he should try to comfort her, make her feel better, because she is the first person he has been able to talk to in so long that he feels suddenly terrified of losing her. It can be our secret, he says, earnestly. I won’t tell anyone. Even if he could.

She hesitates. Promise? she asks eventually, and Allelujah agrees without even pausing to think.

He has a friend—he has someone to talk to for the first time since he got sick—and he will do anything to hold onto her for as long as he can.

She goes wandering the halls that night, careful to stay away from the guards on their patrols and the orderlies who increase in number as she approaches the medical wing. Allelujah is a quiet presence in the back of her head, alongside the other that she’s trying very hard to ignore, but he grows louder and more present as she approaches. She wonders with terror whether he is sick in med bay, whether he is going to be disposed of.

She comes across heavy double doors, and something compels her to push one in, just a crack, to peer inside. The doctors have gone away by this time, but she knows there’s a chance she’ll be seen and disciplined. But she still…

The only thing in the room is a large, transparent medical pod, attached to an enormous suite of equipment—and within the pod is a boy.

She steps forward, glancing to the mirror on one side of the room but quickly returning her attention to the boy. “Who are you?” she asks, when she comes upon him, because his gray eyes are wide open and staring at the ceiling as the machine helps him breathe.

You came, Allelujah says in her head, and she jumps badly, looking again to the boy in front of her, who hasn’t moved an inch. He sounds so happy, so relieved, and his voice is clearer than it has been in the past. She can feel his emotions when she could not before.

“You’re…” she trails off, staring at him, unnerved by the way he doesn’t look at her. “Why aren’t you talking to me normally?”

I can’t, he says, a little sad, a little embarrassed, and she needs to look away so as not to see the strangeness of it all. I’m—sick, I think. I can’t talk, or see, or hear, or anything.

“That sounds terrible,” she says, quieter. She tries, and fails, to imagine living such a life herself.

It’s not so bad now that you’re here, he says, and he sounds so earnest that she can’t help smiling a little in return. Are you one of the other children? That the doctors brought?

“Yeah,” she says. “I...I don’t remember anything about Outside, though...even my name.”

It hurts, to say it out loud, but Allelujah only hums in thought. I gave myself a name, he says after a moment. You could do that too, if you wanted.

She blinks, turning to stare down at him again. She considers this, and then wonders what the doctors would say, should she begin calling herself something new. She realizes very quickly that they would be angrier with her than they already are. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” she says hesitantly, scuffing the toe of her slipper on the floor. “The doctors might be upset.”

It can be our secret, Allelujah insists, and she thinks she can hear a smile in his voice. If you want, I could help you think of one.

She blinks, and eventually nods—before hurrying to agree verbally, as he has no way of seeing her. He already seems to be thinking, though, and she waits silently for him before several seconds before he makes a soft sound of revelation. What about Marie? he asks, and she blinks, considering this. It’s a nice enough word, she supposes, though she doesn’t know anything about it as a name. Like the kind woman in all the stories—

“What stories?” she asks, not meaning to interrupt and hurrying to take back her question. But Allelujah only seems aghast, asking in horror whether she has not heard stories about God.

She has never heard of God, though, and at the other’s horror, she thinks maybe she should have. “Can you tell me about him?” she asks, hesitating before sitting on the sterile ground, leaning her back against the pod.

Allelujah hums, thinking. God is very important and powerful, he says eventually, and she feels her eyebrows rise. Even more powerful than all the doctors put together. He lives somewhere outside of here. I want to meet him one day.

She blinks, considering this—tries to imagine a person who would have power over all the people here, and fails. “I don’t understand,” she says eventually, flinching at the admission, and knows if it had been anyone else, she would be reprimanded.

But, she realizes, even if Allelujah were able, she doesn’t think he would ever harm her—not with the warmth she feels in her mind.

The others said we weren’t supposed to understand, he says, and she’s sure he must be smiling. We just need to trust in God, and he’ll take care of us. That’s why I chose my name—to thank him for still being alive.

She considers this, and thinks it ironic that the boy who is so sick is the one who’s giving thanks. But, she supposes, when so many other children disappear and never come back, still being alive is something to be thankful for, after all. “So, who’s Marie?” she asks eventually, and she thinks the word rolls nicely off her tongue—she thinks she might like using it as a name for herself.

God’s mother, he says, reverence in his tone, and she blinks, unsure. She should know the word mother, but it’s just at the edge of her mind, and she can’t remember, no matter how hard she tries. So she hesitates, sure it must be an important relationship, before asking—

“What’s a mother?”

Allelujah pauses. I don’t know, he says eventually, but it must be important, if she knows God so well, right?

She supposes he has a point, and makes a noise in agreement. She reaches up to rub at her face, wondering suddenly whether she’s good enough to take such a name for herself. She’s disappointing all the doctors, lately, after all.

She voices this aloud, and Allelujah scoffs; his voice is warm as he says, You found me when no one else could—that makes you the most important person in the world.

#gundam 00 #allelujah haptism #marie parfacy #fanfiction #fanfic #gundam0010years #mine #g00 #wheeeee i tried

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gundam00-nut · 7 years

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🌻Happy 10th anniversary Gundam 00🌻

Happy 10th anniversary to Gundam 00. This anime is the anime that set the bar for all other anime and nothing has come close. I remember first watching it in middle school (Syfy) and being so entralled. When S2 hit I couldn’t wait any longer and went on to watch it in Japanese. Many anime have never gotten me to that point.

I remember the awsome songs! The awsome characterization! The cool story progression (S1 story is written better than S2 but I like S2 characterization better)!

As a young person in middle school at the time the message really spoke to me. What I took from it is that as people we need to slow down and just listen to each other and come up with a middle ground. As people we’re all interconnected and need to help each other.

Anyway I don’t want this to become an essay so once again,

HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY GUNDAM 00!

#gundam 00 #gundam #anniversary #anime #personal #10th anniversary #gundam 00 10th anniversary #gundam0010years

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briochetoast · 7 years

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it’s sparkle-kyrios!!!

before i built this 1/100 scale kyrios gunpla, i’d never really finished a gunpla- sure, i’ve put together a bunch of them, but i never did any of the extra painting and fancy lines. i decided that i really wanted to finish my kyrios. i wanted to finish it in GLITTER.

so after an alarmingly long time spent painstakingly applying glitter paint with a tiny paintbrush, here it is! beautiful sparkle-kyrios!

(PLEASE click for full sparkle experience! tumblr can’t handle all of this glitter at once. more photos here and here!)

#gundam0010years #gunpla #kyrios #gundam 00 #glitter #sparkle-kyrios

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ninthfeather · 7 years

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So, I am posting fic later tonight, but this also came up during Gundam 00 CAH and I wanted to post the requested pictures. Yes, I have a plushie version of Exia. I used to mention it in this author’s notes for The Island of Misfit Toys (to the tune of “Unless having a plushie replica of Exia counts, I do not own”) but I guess the internet needs proof?

I bought it from this Etsy shop, which sadly seems not to exist anymore. I bought it just about 7 years ago this month, as a custom order. It’s held up pretty well, considering--some of the stitches are loose, but it’s not falling apart or anything.

My camera’s not great, so the reds look brighter than they are. The colors are actually just about screen-accurate, or as close as you can get with commercial felt. And yes, there are more swords and a “GN Drive” on the back.

I also sewed myself a really poorly-made plush Haro at some point, but I’m not sure where he is. I might have to make a new one.

(note: background is the backing of a quilt my Mom made--sorry it’s so busy; it was the first thing I had to hand)

#gundam 00 #gundam0010years #exia #merch

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thefabhawkart · 7 years

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For Gundam 00′s 10th Anniversary :D Tieria Erde sitting by the beach.

#gundam0010years #Gundam 00 #Tieria Erde #mobile suit gundam #G00 #Gundam 00 Anniversary

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sapphireswimming · 7 years

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Breakthrough ch. 2 (a gundam 00 fic)

The long awaited chess game for Gundam 00′s 10th anniversary!

(on fanfiction)

That night there is an unusual buzz of excitement in the mess hall. Those who hadn’t heard about Tieria and Sumeragi’s fantastic wager in real time had been filled in on all of the details over multiple overlapping dinner shifts.

Sumeragi hadn’t expected a simple chess game to garner so much popularity among the crew of Celestial Being, but apparently the extremity of the stakes more than made up for the usual lack of enthusiasm over the game. The crew lingers until the mess hall is full and all the seats are taken, neglecting their after-dinner shifts as much as possible while still keeping the Ptolemy operating safely.

The energy runs high throughout the room as everyone whispers questions about the bet and the game, or theories as to how it will play out as they wait for the players to finish their meals.

Sumeragi is done with her dinner first, turning her attention to a bottle she has pulled specially for the occasion, while Tieria continues to eat in his usual frosty silence, refusing to be rushed.

When he finally finishes eating and disposes of his meal tray in the disposal chute, he leaves the room to retrieve the board and pieces. He refuses point blank to let Sumeragi accompanying him, despite the knowledge that there was no real possibility of tampering with or somehow marking the pieces of a chess set, and somehow fails to see anything hypocritical about his suspicions requiring him to fetch the board himself.

Sumeragi’s amused, “There’s no way to cheat at chess!” doesn’t change his resolve as he walks out of the mess hall.

He does allow Feldt to accompany him. It isn’t so much that the pieces are heavy—low gravity does have its perks—but even if he could have made the journey in one trip, Tieria realizes full well that it is much easier to hold onto the hallway’s transporters while possessing at least one free hand.

When Lichty, who apparently, has never seen a real game of chess before, bounces his legs in excitement for the two of them to return, Ian offers to take over the helm for the rest of his shift.

“You may not be thanking me later, because there’s really nothing exciting about chess,” he warns, “but… sure, kid, stay and watch them play. I can handle the bridge for a few hours.”

“A few… hours?” Lichty blinks.

Ian doesn’t answer him, but turns to Lockon before he leaves. “Hey, Lockon,” he calls. “I got five bucks on Miss Sumeragi.”

Lockon throws his head back in laugher and raises a hand in acknowledgement. “I don’t have odds for you yet,” he says with a smile.

Ian waves away his concern. “Doesn’t matter the odds—I’m putting money on our tactical forecaster.”

“Alright, then…” he says, pulling out his terminal to enter the wager.

“Luck, Sumeragi!” Ian says, mock saluting her before he heads out.

She smiles fondly after him as he disappears through the doorway.

“What do you think, Lasse?” Lockon greets, when he arrives a minute later.

“About what?”

“Odds for the game,” Lockon says. “Two to one, you think?”

Lasse crosses his arms as he thinks on this for a moment. “In whose favor?” he counters.

“Call it evens, then?” Lockon asks with a grin.

Lasse shrugs a little. “Sounds fine to me.”

Lockon nods. “So what’s your bet?” he asks. “Ian’s already got five on Miss Sumeragi.”

Lasse breathes deeply as he looks at their forecaster and the drink she’s pouring for herself. “I’m also with Miss Sumeragi,” he says after a moment. “Ten dollars.”

“Why, Lasse,” Sumeragi raises her glass to him. “I didn’t realize you had so much faith in me!”

Lasse cracks a crooked grin, and grabs one of the only empty chairs. Dragging it across the floor, he magnetically anchors it before sitting on it backwards. “I’m here, aren’t I? Trusting you with a lot more than just ten dollars,” he points out.

“Hmmm,” she says, holding out her drink in a toast before knocking it back and emptying the rest of the glass.

Chris leans forward across the table in concern. “Are you sure you should be drinking at a time like this, Miss Sumeragi?” she asks.

Sumeragi stares at Chris for a moment, then grins.

“Well, no one betting for Tieria?” Lockon muses as he inputs the bets into his terminal. “Can’t have that. The poor guy will think we have no faith in him at all. Guess I’ll put fifteen on him to even things out.”

Sumeragi glances up at him, eyebrow raised. “I thought you didn’t think this was a good idea,” she says.

“And I still don’t,” he replies with a grin. “In fact, I hope I lose. But… this way if Tieria loses he might not feel so bad that all of Celestial Being thought the game was doomed from the start. And…” he pauses, tilts his head and adds with magnanimity, “if he wins, then I, at least, will be in the good graces of our brand new tactician.”

Sumeragi laughs, loud and clear. “Are you sure you don’t want to play the loser?”

Lockon grins at her. “Any other takers?” he asks, holding up his terminal and looking around the room.

Doctor Moreno shakes his head in amusement. Setsuna doesn’t bother replying. When Lockon turns to Allelujah, the meister flinches a bit and shakes his head quickly.

“What about you, Chris?” Lichty asks from beside her.

Chris purses her lips. “Hmm, that’s hard,” she says. “I might put five dollars on each of them?”

“Ooh, yeah!” Lichty is quick to agree. “That’s a great idea. Me too!”

Lockon laughs again. “That’s… not how betting normally goes, you know,” he tells them. “And besides, with even odds, the whole thing will be a wash for you no matter who wins.”

Chris shrugs. “Fine, then,” she decides. “A shopping spree for the winner.”

“That’s not even a bet,” Lockon protests, although he’s grinning broadly at her.

“Bet you hope Tieria wins, then,” Lasse chuckles.

“I mean, it’s not like it’s really my money, anyway,” Chris hedges. “So it doesn’t really matter to me,” she says airily.

Lockon huffs a laugh. “Alright, then. Well, I’ll put Lichty down five on each…”

“Wait!” Lichty protests weakly, but Lockon doesn’t seem to hear.

“… and Chris furnishing the winner with a shopping trip…” Lockon looks up from his terminal. “Miss Sumeragi, do you want to place any bets?”

“Betting on herself?” Chris asks.

“Can she even do that?” Lichty completes her question.

Lockon cants his head and looks to Lasse for guidance.

Shrugging, Lasse says, “Sure, if she wants to.”

They all turn to Sumeragi, but she shakes her head. “Why would I need to do that if Chris is already going to take me shopping?”

Lockon laughs at that, and finishes typing the last few notes when the door hisses open again.

Tieria appears with the board and Feldt follows closely behind with the box of pieces. The crew greets them with grins as they set them down on the table.

Chris and Lichty offer to help Feldt set up the board, and they open the box, divvying up the distinctly colored pieces. Lichty volunteers to set up the pawns while Feldt directs the placing of the larger pieces.

Tieria doesn’t sit down when he catches sight of the smiling faces around him. He frowns back as he surveys the room. Lockon suddenly realizes what the suspicious look is for and explains that they’ve placed bets on the outcome of the game.

“Bets?” Tieria sniffs.

“Even odds,” Lockon replies brightly. “Split fifty-fifty between you and Miss Sumeragi.”

Tieria raises an eyebrow. “Indeed,” he asks, and something changes in the way he holds himself.

“Yep. So,” Lockon claps his gloved hands and rubs them together. “We all good, then?” he asks, looking down at the now-completed board.

Tieria bends down to inspect it closely, ensuring that each piece is indeed in its designated position. Satisfied that nothing is out of place, he nods.

“Although…” he breaks off with a sharp glance to Sumeragi, “we haven’t decided who’s white and who is black.”

“Oh, you can be white,” Sumeragi says easily before pouring herself some more alcohol. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Are you sure?” Lasse asks, frowning a little as he stares between the two of them. “Wouldn’t you like to do rock paper scissors for it or something?”

Sumeragi waves a hand and twirls the board so two lines of black pieces stand in front of her. “I really don’t care.”

“Fine,” Tieria accepts, icily, before taking his seat opposite her.

“Any special specifications?” Sumeragi asks. “We doing this timed? Blind? Blitz?”

Tieria eyes the glass in her hand. “It appears you are doing this imbibed, but otherwise, no. A standard game of chess. Winner takes the tactical forecaster’s chair.”

Sumeragi inclines her head from across the table. “Well, then let’s begin.”

The effect of her words is immediate. Everyone quiets down and settles around the table eagerly, pulling their chairs forward and rearranging seats to get a good view of the board.

Tieria, playing white, makes the first move, sliding one of his pawns forward two spaces. Sumeragi quickly follows with one of her own. The first few minutes are spent volleying pawns forward at a quick tempo, but after that, each move becomes increasingly slower as they both take more time to analyze the board between turns and start edging out some of their larger pieces.

While it soon becomes pretty clear that no one watching knows all that much about chess—Feldt and Lasse seem able to follow the game play and Lockon at least knows the name of each pieces and the basics about how they’re able to move—it is equally evident to everyone that Tieria and Sumeragi are both extremely proficient players.

They continue to move quickly, even though, with each new piece in play, every move leads to an ever-widening circle of ramifications. They reach for their chessmen deliberately, thoughtfully, in almost complete silence, apart from the occasional scraping of chairs across the floor and Sumeragi’s pauses to either empty or fill her glass.

Lichty clears his throat, half an hour into the game, and Tieria pierces him with a frosty glare.

When Lasse makes a distressed noise in the back of his throat in response to a move fifteen minutes later, Sumeragi wordlessly throws out one hand to the side to silence him with a finger on his mouth.

“No comments from the peanut gallery, thank you,” she whispers, not taking her eyes off the board.

“Peanut gallery?” Lasse turns to mouth at Lockon in disbelief, only for the meister to shrug and grin back at him.

“And anyone attempting to influence the outcome of this game will be asked to leave,” Tieria declares, his voice edged in ice and taking on a more dangerous quality than anyone expects, in the quiet of the room.

Despite not having made a sound, Allelujah shrinks further back into his corner of the room, to the point where Lockon isn’t sure how he’s able to see anything of the table, let alone the board.

From that point on, everyone maintains absolute silence, although it soon becomes clear that very few of them had realized just how long a game of chess could go, or how unexciting it was to anyone who didn’t understand the strategies or comprehend the consequences of each move until they finally resulted in captured pieces.

The pile of captured pieces on either side of the board—the jails, as Lichty and Feldt had arranged them—grows slowly, pawns at first, then one of Sumeragi’s bishops, and one of Tieria’s rooks, and a knight each.

There’s a long sigh from somewhere on Moreno’s side of the table, and Lichty adjusts himself, popping one elbow on the table to see can get a better look, but there isn’t any tangible noise until Lockon rolls his head from shoulder to shoulder and his neck cracks audibly.

Tieria turns to him with a swift glare, hand still halfway to a piece. Throwing his hands up in mock surrender, Lockon is ready to remind the guy that he had bet on him, but realizes that saying it out loud will most definitely earn him an invitation to leave the room.

When Tieria makes his move, Sumeragi pauses, drink nearly touching her lips. She sets down her glass without drinking, and peers down at the pieces, muttering under her breath.

Everyone unconsciously leans forward, holding their own breaths and trying to decipher what it is she sees until she reaches for her queen and makes a move, looking satisfied.

Tieria smirks a little and moves his knight out in response. Sumeragi counters with a pawn that Tieria immediately captures, and Lockon starts to worry that he might win his bet, after all.

Sumeragi starts a new combination, moving her pieces forward to block his oncoming knight and bishop, sliding pawn after pawn into position as Tieria takes them and forces her to move her other pieces back to defend her king.

Chairs scrape as several people angle for a better view, crowding over the table with hushed murmurs as Sumeragi and Tieria both reach for their pieces in turn, not bothering to comment on the noise now.

Sumeragi’s quiet “check” seems to come out of nowhere.

Tieria stares down at the board in disbelief for a moment, then rallies, eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he surveys the scene, moving his queen out to cover the move. He begins maneuvering around it, and Lockon can see him advancing toward the other side of the board, hoping to put Sumeragi’s king in check as well when he stops suddenly, staring down at the board in horror as he realizes what he’s done.

Lockon can’t see exactly what’s happened, but he can tell Tieria thinks it a grave mistake. But there’s no way to take it back now, and also no real chance that their forecaster hasn’t picked up on the situation just as well as Tieria has.

With one more move of her queen, Sumeragi takes his bishop and quietly but definitively declares, “Checkmate.”

The mess hall erupts with whoops and cheers much more fitting for the end of a football match or a decisive victory on the battlefield than a game of chess. Congratulations fly from every corner of the table, and those within reach pat Sumeragi on the back or attempt to shake her hand.

She’s too busy pouring herself another drink to return the gestures. When she knocks it back, Lockon isn’t sure if it’s in celebration or relief.

The noise finally begins to die down after the initial explosive reaction, but Tieria remains where he is through the entire thing, eyes ablaze and staring at the board like it has betrayed him personally.

His jaw works silently for a long minute before he’s able to grind out a harsh, “Best two out of three.”

Sumeragi levels him with a look and replies evenly, “That was not the agreement.” Her refill sloshes in her hand. “I am, and will remain… Celestial Being’s tactical forecaster. But,” she says quietly with a smile that is not unkind, “I very much enjoyed this game. And if you would like to continue playing… for nothing more than bragging rights, of course,” she is quick to specify, “I’d love to. I think it would keep us both sharp.”

Something in his face twitches at that, but he doesn’t shoot down the offer outright, which says enough, Lockon thinks.

Sumeragi seems to think so too, after peering across the table at him. “Alright,” she pushes up from the table with a deep sigh. “Come on, then,” she addresses the room at large, trying to clear everyone out so they didn’t overcrowd an obviously fuming Tieria. She knows how easily he could go off and just how poorly that would turn out for anyone in his general vicinity when it did.

Setsuna and Allelujah both get to their feet quickly, and are the first to take their forecaster’s advice. They slip away as quickly as they can, eager to escape the unusual bustle of people and noise in the mess hall to the safety and silence of their own cabins.

“Come on, Chris,” Sumeragi starts tapping on the girl’s arm to get her to move. “We should discuss this shopping trip of mine,” she says, and Chris gets up eagerly, immediately followed by Lichty.

Feldt stays behind, though, even when most of the others have left. She silently sidles up behind Tieria and waits quietly to see if he wants help packing away the chess pieces. He doesn’t seem to see her, though, or else, looks pointedly away as he picks up the pieces one by one. He handles them slowly, carefully. Too carefully, perhaps, as if he might chuck them against the wall if he didn’t.

This is what Lockon had been afraid of.

Doctor Moreno stretches his arms and yawns loudly. Lockon glances over as he adjusts his glasses, and thinks that he’s making a show of it to give everyone else on the bridge an excuse to leave now while they still can.

While Lockon appreciates the gesture, he also sees how Tieria’s hands are shaking as they move the black queen into the case, and he is even more sure that he needs to stay behind to have a talk with his fellow meister.

Moreno finally turns to head toward the bridge—presumably to meet up with Ian—and Lasse starts going with him but stops and turns to Lockon before he leaves. “Come on, man, pay up,” he says with a grin and an outstretched hand. “Before you forget,” he adds, a twinkle in his eye.

“Forget?” Lockon asks, feigning hurt at the insinuation. “Now how could I forget?” But Lasse’s smile does not budge and his hand does not waver. With a sigh, Lockon fishes in his back pocket for his wallet and Lasse’s fingers curl into an impatient gimme motion as he waits.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” Lockon snorts, flipping open his wallet and looking for money. “Damn, I owe you so much,” he chuckles, pulling out a few worn bills.

“Well, you shouldn’t have bet against Miss Sumeragi, then, huh?” Lasse says pointedly. “And ten for Ian,” he adds, holding out his hand again, but Lockon smiles and shakes his head.

“Nuh uh,” he says. “I’ll give him his winnings later. You can’t fool me. Tell him I’ll come find him in the hangar tomorrow,” he says, instead, as he puts his wallet away. “Gotta go talk to him about Dynames’ armor plating anyway. And Lichty’s bet was a wash, heh.”

Lasse takes his money and heads back out, leaving Lockon alone with Tieria and Feldt.

He turns and says, “Hey, good game, Tieria.”

Tieria spins around and nearly snarls at him in response.

“Whoa, no need to get all worked up about it,” Lockon says, hands up in mock surrender as he keeps his voice carefully light. “That was a good game. You’re both clearly excellent players. I thought you had her for most of the game.”

“You and no one else,” Tieria mutters as he slams a white pawn into the box.

“Hey, that’s not true,” Lockon counters with a wave of his hand. “I think you had everyone going there for a while. Even Miss Sumeragi. And Chris and Lichty and I all bet on you to win,” he adds. “And I think Feldt would have too, if she was the betting kind, yeah?” he asks, turning to her.

Feldt flushes and looks down without saying anything.

Tieria glances at her out of the corner of his eye and then looks over at Lockon. Then he resumes his methodical packing up of pieces.

“You going to play again?” Lockon asks in what he hopes is a casual tone. “I’d enjoy watching a few more games.”

Tieria snorts.

“No, really,” Lockon says. “The two of you are the best strategists on board, by far. I think we could all learn a thing or two from watching you play.”

Tieria looks at him sharply, appraisingly, but seems to decide that there isn’t an alternative motive in the statement and that Lockon is sincere in his words.

And he had nearly won. It had been a good game, he acknowledges, and he will have many opportunities to study up with Veda before another game is scheduled, and the rest of the crew could certainly benefit from seeing more strategic methods played out.

He’ll… think about it.

“Well, you think about it,” Lockon says, and Tieria looks up, startled by the way he’d seemingly read his thoughts. “In the meantime, I think I’m gonna call it a night. But thanks again for the game. I really enjoyed watching it. Night, Tieria,” he gives a lazy salute. “Night, Feldt,” he waves before walking out the door.

They both stare at him as he leaves.

#gundam 00 #tieria erde #sumeragi lee noriega #lockon stratos #durinswizardwheezes #fanfiction #mine #ss #gundam0010years

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g00week · 7 years

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10th Anniversary

Hi folks! Just a reminder to share your G00 love tomorrow, October 6th, for the Gundam 00 Anniversary!

Please use the #gundam0010years tag or @ this blog for your submissions. I’m at NYCC right now but I’ll do my best to be timely with getting everything posted. If I miss something, please just shoot me a message!

Thanks, and looking forward to celebrating with everyone!

#gundam00 #gundam 00 #g00week #gundam0010years

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jennycinco-5 · 7 years

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Super Soldier Will Never Broke

My very 1st English fanfic for the 10th anniversary of Gundam 00 ^^

I usually write fanfic in Indonesian and still learn English. Since English is not my language, please forgive me if there are lot of grammar nazy in here.

I will edit it if I have a time to do it

Spoilers : This fanfic taken after operation fallen angels or season 1 of Gundam 00. This is the headcanon about when Allelujah taken as prisoner of ESF before he being saved and being interrogated by Soma “Marie Parfacy” Peries

Character : Allelujah Haptism

Rated : Fiction-T, Horror/Tragedy , Violence

Summary : After Operation Fallen Angels, Allelujah being captured by ESF. He do his best to save his remain friends by not telling the federation about the Celestial Being, which resulting him being tortured and spend his horrible time at detention center. . .. alone.

I hope you will like this :)

@g00week @sapphireswimming @ninthfeather

“ Winged-ones Gundam Pilot, Subject E-0057. Is he have a real name ? “

“ We still have no idea about his real name. Even the scientist and lieutenant Peries only known him as that name. “

“ I see. So, what we will do to him? From his age, he pretty young to be a international criminal. Shall we not to treat him like that ? “

“ He probably 19 or 20 years old. The age which not category as young children. According to the HRL Superhuman institute, he is a failed subject who runaway from that place. And the failure of their research which causing he has a psychotic and murderous persona which is very threatened. If we let him to joined the cell with another prisoner, there are many possibility that he will easily runaway by causing a havoc at he detention center “

“ So this why the higher ups let us to put him into the straitjacket and isolated him from the other prisoner ? “

“ Not only that. Since he is the member of celestial being. I’m sure he will tell to us about where the celestial being whereabouts. We will do anything to get information to him, even we need to use a violence at him “

It’s already 2 years Allelujah at the detention center. And he now at medical bay to treat his wound that cause by the several man who involve a violence interrogation at him. The doctor seem feel bored to see him due he always to go to medical bay after the interrogation.

“ You still not giving up. I’m feel pity at you kid. This is already several time you go and out from this place after the interrogation. I’m already tell to you, just tell to them about what you know about Celestial Being.and you will saved. And what you do is you just let yourself being tortured in this place “ Said the doctor with flat expression

Allelujah wanted to say something. But he realized that he still being muzzled and being restrained bed. So he can do nothing but hearing his complaint while he prepare a medicines.

“ There are many prisoner who suffer a same thing with you. But they ended to giving up and tell what ever they know to save themselves. And this is a first time to see a prisoner who still remains strong to face that interrogation. Listen to me. . . if you want to save and will never suffer this again, just tell. Tell to them about whatever information about Celestial Being. If you got it, do what I said to you “ Said the doctor when he give a sedation at him.

“ You indeed such a tough person that I ever meet, kid “

That right

Its almost 2 years he is in detention center. But he still never giving up to share the information about Celestial Being to the federation for save his remains friends.

He faced it. Many interrogation and a violence involve by them. He even never let them to see another prisoner.

He is put in very dark dim cell, isolated, bound and gagged at the chair.

He only given a straitjacket as his current cloth.

He only being feed in 2 times at week.

Every night, the guard give him a water to make him not suffer a dehydration.

Sometime he face a cruelty by the guard who beat him for fun

But he never giving up to tell the information about Celestial Being. He do his best to save them from the federation

Darkness. . .

Violence. . .

Surgery. . .

He faced in over days, weeks and years.

Thought he almost lose his hope to being save. He believe that he can be saved by his comrade, and wishing he can reunite with Marie in the future

Allelujah slowly wake up and he is in his cell. No longer after that, the guard come to his cell to give him a water. He drink it, and the guard give a same comment with the doctor to him before they leave the cell.

“ You still not giving up kid. Don’t pretend to be so tough at us. If you can’t handle them, just tell to them about the information about Celestial Being. And they will give you a little remission at you “ said one of the guard while he re-apply the muzzle before they leave.

After leave, Allelujah down his head and close his eyes. He think about the day when he first time meet Marie and his life after he successfully escape from the institute. He already used to living by himself at street and try very hard to avoid HRL area in order to not being re-captured by them.

He avoid the other people who face him. Fearing that it will a military who undercover in order to capture him. And he avoid to not killing the others for staying alive.

After he recruit by Celestial Being. He willingly accept the offer as Gundam Meisters, and he start his new life wishing he can change the world. The member of Celestial Being is feel like his own family. So this why. . . he will never giving up to save them from federation

“ This is only I can to save them. Setsuna. . .Tieria. . .Sumeragi-san. . .Feldt. . . and the others. I’m sure all of you are save “

#gundam00 #Gundam 00 #g00 anniversary #g00week #gundam0010years #Allelujah Haptism #Celestial Being #Gundam Meister #my fanfiction

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