Spectre

• Character profile

  https://play.adventdestiny.com/topic/1966-edmund-spectre/

• Full name

  Edmund Spectre

• Gender

  Male

• Height

  5’7”

• Weight

  175

Recent Posts

1. 

   Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

   May 3, 2021

   Edmund grumbled something unintelligible as they duo talked about their comrade getting killed. Then Albus went off on poor Eco. Edmund stoically watched but gritted his teeth. Albus may have wanted to be a better team player but he sure wasn’t acting like it. Though in the end it didn’t really matter, after all the circumstances wouldn’t change them being all pushed upon each other. Celestial Being was crippled, forced to fall in on itself to try and salvage its’ abhorrently lofty goals. “In any case… sorry for your loss…” He muttered as he pushed to leave the room. What’s done was done, and it wasn’t his job to smooth things over for Albus’ sake . 
   ——
   He let out a long and steady breath, gently blowing a stream of air from his lips. Edmund held his hands out in front of him as he went through his daily routine. His knees were bent slightly, his back held straight. For many moments he held the pose before shifting his weight and moving his arms in another routing. 
   Halfway through the motion an alarm buzzed, telling him it was time for battle. With great control the Meister didn’t even flinch and very deliberately finished his arm movements before standing up straight and letting out a final puff of air. His eyes snapped open and it was all business then. 
   Grabbing his space suit he was out the door before he could even get his helmet over his head. He nearly bumped into Feldt in the hallway who despite her stoicism did give him a questioning look. In a moment of impulsive humor he turned and winked at the stunned girl before pulling the helmet over his features and securing the air seal. 
   A few moments later he was inside the cockpit of his rebuilt Kyrios. Of course he had gone over the new specs repeatedly and was still dismayed by the hasty nature of the repairs. “I gotta remember that I can’t transform anymore. At least I got a beefier rifle…” He kept muttering to himself as he booted up the OS. Just before him he spotted Exia taking off. 
   “This is Spectre, Kyrios Repair heading out!” On cue his mobile suit shot out of the catapult into the cold void. He let out a long sigh, any solace was interrupted with Albus hailing him. He frowned at the other Miester’s attitude. “Albus don’t get too caught up in the the ‘why’, we need to focus on what’s going on. Now more than ever we have to prove to the world that Celestial Being still has strength…” and we’ll only be as strong as the person next to us... he silently lamented.
   He grimaced as his heads up display showed him the AEU machines. Part of him still felt loyal to the AEU so he wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of defeating former comrades. “I’ll follow your lead Albus…” he resigned as he leveld his rifle to one of the targets. He took his time aiming before letting off a calculated shot. Things were about to get heated either way. 
   
2. 

   Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

   April 26, 2021

   Edmund was surprised by the answer from the bizarre Haro unit. He supposed by this point he really shouldn’t have been surprised by the development. Despite himself his gaze followed both Hayano and Leesa leave the room. His thoughts wondered and when he was asked if he had any questions he blurted out, “Veda?” He shook his head hoping no one would think anything about his words. He zoned out slightly as he considered his thoughts. Maybe I could get access to Veda to figure out more about Leesa and myself? 
   The stoic Meister focused again when he heard Albus mentioning something about the newcomers friend who was absent. Part of him didn’t really care to hear anymore tales of woe but he stayed, figuring that maybe he could hear something useful. He tilted his head and at least put up the front that he was interested. 
   
3. 

   Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

   April 20, 2021

   Edmund snuck into the briefing later than usual. Normally he’d be punctual, but he was fiddling with his replacement helmet. His new mask was the spitting image of the one that broke.  Even though he was willing to be more upfront with Albus, didn’t mean he was willing to be as open with everyone else, especially Sumeragi. A red flag was still raised in the back of his head about her and he deeply suspected that it had something to do with his past, specifically why he couldn’t fully remember her.
   The miester’s thoughts trailed away as he heard Albus’ outburst over their newest member. Edmund frowned inside his mask; their newest member was a toy robot. He sucked in his breath as he walked up besides Albus, arms crossed in front of his chest. He let out a long sigh then reached up to put a hand on his teammate’s shoulder. “While I agree with my colleague here…” he said loudly. “I do want to hear the explanation for this development as well.” He gave a brief squeeze on the other miester’s shoulder, as if saying that he was with the man on this one. His mono eye gaze shifted from this new woman named Chall, and Leesa, who he couldn’t help but look at closely.
   
4. 

   Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

   April 16, 2021

   (Thanks to Judge for the awesome dialogue!) 
   Everything was a hazy flutter. He could recall piloting Kyrios to safety. He could even recall staggering along as he made it back into space.  There were just parts that were blacked out from his head, as if coming in and out if consciousness. He did recall debating about even returning back to the ship in his current state but ultimately decided that the ship would be his safest course. 
   Yes, Edmund could recall the shocked looks and stares as he floated into the medical bay, blood orbs trailing behind him as he clutched his side. He remembered Dr. Moreno asking him to remove his helmet only for the Miester to point a pistol at the doctor. And so the doctor worked as best he could on the injured man with no face. 
   Laying in the medical bay Edmund breathed slowly and deeply as he continued to fade in and out of consciousness. His pain hovered between numb and bearable as he insisted on not being dosed with too many pain killers. He had enough on his mind already he didn’t want any drug induced lucidity. 
   Despite himself, Edmund kept thinking about her, about his fight with the strange flag. His mind wondered from his history of injuries to why he was there, why was he in Celestial Being at all? Worse of all his mind drifted to her, to Sumeragi, or was it Leesa Kujo? Why did she matter? Why did it make him so angry to know her real name? To see her like she is now? 
   Edmund groaned as he mulled over his thoughts. He was laying down, asleep really, when Albus approached him saying, “We need to talk.” The masked Miester shuddered awake and with no warning sat up and leveled his pistol at Albus yelling out, “Leesa!” It took Edmund a moment to realize what was going on and the steely glare from Albus for him to sheepishly put the gun down. Edmund coughed, an act that reminded him how much his chest hurt. Shrugging he pulled himself to fully sit up, albeit it slouched over some. Putting the gun on the cot next to him he reached up to feel the cracks on his helmet, he pulled off a piece of the white plating, the mask was just about broken it seemed. Muttering incoherently he looked up and asked, “What is it you want? Here to gloat?” His tone was bitter as he kept feeling around the edges of the mask. 
    
   - Albus didn’t flinch as the gun was pulled on him, but he did deepen his frown. He stood stark still in the doorway until his fellow Meister lowered his firearm. From what Albus had heard, Edmund had underwent a rather rigorous battle against a Flag. The white haired pilot had wondered if it was the same ace he had encountered but didn’t press for information. 
    “Gloat? I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention, but I’m the biggest screw-up here. Rai stole a gundam and took off and everyone else still likes him more than me.” Albus shifted uncomfortably, stepped forward, and closed the door behind him. He looked at the crumbling mask and fought through a wave of discomfort. “I came here to…shit, this is stupid. Look, I came here because I’m tired of being on everyone’s bad side,”
   Albus put a hand on his hip and looked away from Edmund. “I get that I’m not a nice person, that I’m hard to get along with. I’ve had my fair share of trauma that’s led me down that road. I’m not making excuses, that’s just the truth. It’s hard to let people in after everything—you especially. Looking at you—at that mask of yours—I hate it. It terrifies me for reasons I don’t even fully get. But I don’t hate you.” 
   Albus considered turning and bolting from the room then and there. Being so earnest and open made him want to cringe at himself, made him panic. But he forced himself to remain. “I want to get along with you. And everyone else. But I don’t know how…”
    
   -Edmund stiffened at Albus’ revelation. He didn’t scoff or reply beyond lightly nodding his head. He wanted to ask what had happened to Rai but suspected that there was more going on as the other Miester spilled his guts out. For a long while Edmund said nothing, and just played with the broken piece of his mask. Slowly he spoke up at last, “we’re all broken… you know that?” He looked up and nodded, more to agree with his own words, “I wonder what kind of game Veda is playing at when it picked all of us? Surely there’s better people out there.” 
   The masked man slipped down the cot and tested his feet on the floor. He was barefoot, with a simple hospital gown covering his body. He grimaced in pain and took a moment to slowly stretch his limbs. “When I was with the AEU… I worked hard to be liked by everyone around me, to build a team….” He paused as he considered his words carefully. He dropped the white shard of his mask to the floor then without warning dipped his head down and reached up to jerk at the mask. The movement seemed unnatural, almost like he was trying to hurt himself. He grunted loudly and after a moment the helmet crashed onto the floor, chartered into pieces. 
   The raven haired man grimaced and let out a deep breath as he felt the cold air against his face. Edmund had fair features, with only a few scars crowning around his face and dipping into his slightly graying hairline. His brown eyes looked up at the ceiling, reacting like he had just stepped under running water as he breathed deeply. Finally with an unfiltered voice he looked down at Albus, “it takes a lot to be honest. Especially with ourselves. I think you’ve made a good step in the right direction.” He flashed the other pilot a friendly smile. “If you’ll trust me then I’ll trust you.” He walked over and offered his hand out for a truce.  
    
   - Behind the screen of his orange glasses, Albus’s eyes narrowed as he watched Edmund wrestle with his mask. His heart raced as it became clear what the Meister was trying to do and fear filled Albus’s heart in that time. But when the mask finally came off, that fear was replaced with resentment and sadness. 
   Edmund looked, well, normal. A little rough around the edges, perhaps, but remarkably unscathed by the accident that had presumably warranted the mask. Reflexively, Albus’s hands curled into fists as he tried to fight back the wave of self-loathing that churned deep inside him. Part of him had wanted the Meister to look horrific, like he had after his accident and yet that was what he feared most. 
    Edmund’s words, now free of the mechanical tinkering of his helm, made Albus look up and see an outstretched hand awaiting him. The Exia’s pilot clenched his teeth. 
    It’s time to let go of him. You’ll be okay.
    Albus removed his sunglasses with one hand and met Edmund’s handshake with the other, meeting his gaze with his bloodshot eyes. 
   “I guess we’re in this together, after all. Let’s show that computer that we aren’t completely lost causes,”
    
   -Edmund gripped the other man’s hand hard and held it for a moment along with the mutual gaze. “I can agree with that sentiment.” He offered before letting the man go. He fumbled back to the table and picked up a washcloth to clean his face, blood had dried around his mouth. “Care to fill me in on what’s been going on exactly? Last couple of days have been a bit hazy for me…” he went about cleaning his face and listening asking the occasional question. 
   
5. 

   Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

   March 31, 2021

   Edmund sat in his cockpit rather nervously, “She’s not thinking this through, is she?” He reasoned to no one in particular. She had to be drunk right? Could he refuse her orders knowing she was intoxicated? Yet here he was flying out to a base to reconnoiter it. “Try being discreet in a mobile suit…” he muttered.
   He was admittedly distracted still when his radar warned him of the incoming enemy. He glared up at the scopes, seeing the modified Flag making a grand entrance. Specter was in no mood for the distraction. “Save the fancy speech for Exia!” he howled out loud as he dived in for the enemy, his lasers firing for the perfectly posed foe. He pushed his throttle hard to dive in straight towards the Flag. He hoped he could end the fight quickly but knowing his luck today that would likely not happen.
   At that moment, Edmund was seeing red. He welcomed the fight, he wanted to shed some blood at that moment if only to feel alive. “If this is…” he muttered but shook his head, “I’ll kill you…” he promised coldly as he attacked.
   
6. 

   Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

   March 30, 2021

   Edmund sat in the car for many moments not moving. He mulled over their entire conversation, trying to piece together what it could all mean. Finally, he shook his head in defiance, “I… I still have a job to do….” He could put the puzzle together after the mission, right?
   Popping the car into gear, Specter squealed out of the garage. “Harris base….” He kept muttering to himself as he drove to where Kyrios was stashed. It became a mantra to keep his mind clear during this turbulent time. Didn’t it all feel too convenient? Perhaps he wanted to know more about Kujo, but he felt a creeping feeling wash over him as we weaved through traffic. He pulled out his phone to make a call, the line rang a couple of times before he asked, “Leesa?”
   Shaking his head, he swerved the car to make a turn, “don’t you feel like this is a trap? If we attack right now your mark will figure out that you’re connected, won’t he?” Edmund tried to focus on driving as he asked the questions. He would be at the Gundam in just a few moments. 
   
7. 

   Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

   March 24, 2021

   Edmund remained paused in the elevator for a long moment after the woman left. It had been quite awhile since he had held anyone in his arms and the sensation was more intense than he would openly admit. Finally he hit the button to go back down to the parking garage and retrieve their vehicle. All the while he kept an attentive ear on the conversation.
   He had just gotten to the driver door when he heard the male voice talk to Sumeragi, or was it Kujo? Again the Meister stood still as he rolled the name around in his head. His grip on the door handle tightened as he suddenly realized one simple fact, “I know that name!”
   He practically ripped the door open but quickly composed himself to slumping into the driver’s seat and gripping the steering wheel tightly. Inside his mask he bit his lip and grumbled incoherently. His hands gripped the leather-bound steering wheel tightly. He kept shaking his head to try and focus on their conservation.  I have to stay focused… but that damned name, Kujo; why was it so familiar? More importantly to Edmund, was why did the name make him so angry? 
   
8. 

   Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

   March 23, 2021

   Edmund automatically drove the car, habit really guiding his use of the vehicle. He was still thinking to himself about the mystery note on his picture. His contemplation was interrupted by Sumeragi talking to him. Again, it wasn’t the first time he shunned the use of the mask; it’s not like she could see his features scrunched up in focus, she didn’t know she was interrupting him.
   Her remark did have him scoffing in amusement; imagining Albus driving was like envisioning a demolition driver working as a chauffeur. The laughter was grating to hear through the mask’s filter. He then tilted his head as she asked how he was. For the years they worked together she never went out of her way before to ask. He honestly thought she was a bit self-centered, always getting drunk, charming whoever needed it. It explained how she was dressed the way she was. Still, he couldn’t deny her tact, her ability to be on par with Veda with most details.
   Reaching up, Edmund shifted the collar of his suit, the tie digging into his neck. The outfit he had almost seemed bombastic as he word a suit and tie with his signature mask covering his head. Finally, he replied, “I’m doing well ma’am…” it was a lie, the lie he had been telling everyone since his accident. People always asking him how he was doing, or how he felt; they never understood. He could tell her right there that he was feeling a pain that was so intense that he just couldn’t explain it to anyone; and she wouldn’t care. Could he keep it up? Lying to everyone around him? What would happen to him after all the missions if he kept lying about himself?
   There was another eerie pause in the conversation before he spoke up, “Actually… I’m not alright…” his voice quivered as he tested out his relationship with the commander. He focused on a slow turn through traffic before adding, “I’m not convinced we’re taking the right course for our goal…” He realized as soon as he said the words that she could likely pull his privileges from piloting a Gundam just for saying that, but so be it. “Let me ask you something Ma’am…” the car wasn’t moving much so he took the chance to twist in his seat and look back at the attractive lady, “Why are you doing this? What caused you to commit to our cause?” It was an honest question, something he had been itching to ask many other members of Celestial Being. Edmund twisted back in his seat to look at the road but kept his gaze on the woman through the mirror, curious what she would say.
   
9. 

   The Rain In Spain....

   March 15, 2021

   The small engine apexed at a new octave just before Edmund hit the clutch, shifting the gear and lowering the hum of the engine once more. The motorcycle curled along the cliffside highways, dying light reached along the ocean waves below and cast long shadows along the road from the safety rails. The sun itself seemed caught between the ocean and the dark overcast of storm clouds stretched along the sky overhead.  Edmund clung onto the crotch rocket tightly as he felt the exhilarating G’s from his turn push into his stomach. 
   He was back home, or rather what used to be considered home. The stunning visage of the setting sun and the ocean waves felt nostalgic, although Edmund himself couldn’t safely say he could rightly recall the sensation. He eased up on the throttle and let the bike coast into the cliffside town that he had been heading into. Rain began to pelt the road and his person as he coasted down the highway. Again, though it all felt familiar, it had little comfort beyond that of a fuzzy dream. 
   Edmund had taken off from his little island base earlier that day, but the distance needed to be cover was rather large, so it was already late by the time he got to Spain. “Probably for the best…” he murmured as he pulled into the vacant streets towards a storage facility. Thankfully, it wasn’t too late that he couldn’t go inside to do his business.
   As he parked his bike, he walked over to the doors. He wore a black trench coat that fluttered behind him in the ocean wind and hazy rain. He ran a gloved hand through his brown hair, he kept his motorcycle helmet on the seat of the bike, hardly caring if it got wet. The facility was one of those civilian rent to store buildings with individual storage sheds inside. The array of fluorescent light added to the commercial feeling of the facility. His boots echoing loudly in the vacant hallways. 
   He paused as he came up to a particular unit. Slowly he brought out some keys from his pocket and fumbled with them until he had the right one for the padlock. With a click, he had the lock free and was raising the metallic garage doors open for his own unit. 
   The room itself was fairly vacant. To one side there was a shelfing unit with dozens of banker boxes. In the middle of the little unit was a desk with a seat and table light. For a moment, Edmund considered closing the door behind him but shook the thought from his head. Instead, he pocketed the keys with lock, and went to the rows of boxes, peaking in each one. Finally, he settled on one box in particular and brought it over to the desk and switched on the light. 
   It was hard to imagine to a normal person, but to Edmund this was everything that used to be him. Each box housed some section of his life that he had categorized. For months after his accident he had gone through the material in hopes of sparking that recognition of who he was supposed to be. 
   Settling himself down in his seat he pulled out a file from the box and began to look at it. The folder contained his military records, back when he served in the AEU. Perhaps it was being behind the controls of a mobile suit again, but he felt like there was something about Celestial Being that was reminding him more and more of his past. 
   After a few minutes of looking at the text records he found himself grunting and returning the folder in frustration. There had to be something else he was missing, but what? Reaching down he pulled out another folder and opened it up, pictures practically flew out of the archaic file to splash onto the concrete floor. Edmund hissed a curse under his breath as he tried to scoop up the old photographs. Before he could pick them up however a woman’s voice called out to him from the hallway. “Say I know you!” 
   At first Edmund felt a bit of dread, he looked up to see a middle-aged woman with blonde hair. She appeared to be clutching a bag of some sort. The  woman managed to wag a free hand in the air and point it accusingly at Edmund. “That name on the uniform. I recognize it!” Her finger pointed at his old uniform which was hanging in the edge of the shelf. Her finger accented the name tag, “and your face… you’re not Victoria and Alfonse’s boy are you?”
   Edmund offered a weak smile as he stood up with his pictures in hand. He walked over and politely offered his free hand for a handshake. “Indeed I am!” He replied cheerily though deep down he was already dreading the conversation. “Forgive me, but I don’t recall who you are…” he led on with his tone and the woman’s face lit up, “Oh! I’m Lorraine Halevy!” Recognition fluttered in her eyes as she studied Edmund. “Yes i do remember you! Last I saw of you was before you went to the military, don’t you remember?” Her voice trailed off as she found it difficult to believe he could forget her. 
   Edmund let out a helpless laugh as he reached up to scratch the scars on his face, “well as a matter of fact I don’t…” He looked around nervously feeling suddenly self conscious, “you see I lost my memories in an accident…” he shook his head. 
   Thankfully she interjected, “Oh my lord! I-I didn’t-“
   “It’s fine. Really!” Edmund protested as he raised his hands up assuringly. A smile grew on his lips,  “In any case I go by Edmund now…“ 
   She smiled back at him, “well I’m glad you’re alive! I’m sure your parents are thankful of that too. What brings you here?” She asked curiously.
   “I just happened to be in the area and thought I’d come by to look at my old stuff…” he trailed off as he turned to look at the box. “Once in awhile it helps me remember things…” he added wishfully. 
   “Oh you poor thing!” Mrs. Halevy added woefully. Wishing to change the subject Edmund turned back to look at her. “What brings you to the storage units Mrs. Halevy?” 
   The woman blushed some as she stammered for a second, “Oh, just getting something that I wanted to give my niece for her wedding coming up.” She clutched the bag in her arms to accent her claim. Finding the conversation getting awkward now Edmund offered, “Well I hope it’s a wonderful wedding. Thanks for saying hello to me Mrs. Halevy I appreciate it.” He smiled and nodded as a means of telling her to leave. To her credit she paused as if to say something but smiled as she turned to walk away. Just as he was about to leave she stopped to turn and add, “Take care Edmund, and if you ever need someone to talk to please look up our family. Maybe we could help refresh your memories over some tea?” 
   He regarded her and could tell that her offer was genuine. “Thank you very much Mrs. Halevy. I may take you up on that next time I’m in town.” He smiled back at her as she left finally. 
   He felt odd as she left, it was always uncomfortable running into people who knew the old him. He reached down to look at a picture of him back when he was in the military. The kid staring back at him had a dumb grin on his face, careless even. He was surrounded by similarly dressed guys, they appeared to be in some barracks. Shaking his head he flipped the picture over. He’d seen the photo a dozen times already to no affect but this time something caught his attention.  On the back of the picture was a hand written message, “Maybe next time we can take a picture together?”
   The elegant curves on the message, the precise lettering, it was clearly a woman’s touch. How come he had never noticed the message before? He looked over the message repeatedly for many moments. The crackle of lightning broke his concentration and he looked up in bewilderment. Sighing he tucked the picture in his jacket. Without a word he put everything else away and sealed the storage unit once more. 
   
10. 

    Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

    February 24, 2021

    Edmund was about to respond to Albus when they both noticed the trio of flags approaching. Something about the machines felt familiar to him, he just couldn’t place it. Shaking the notion from his head, he pushed his controls to push past Exia. 
    Kyrios zipped past the flags and with grace that only the GN drive could display, Edmund transformed midair to turn and shoot a volley at the trio. He aimed specifically to the point man, suspecting the other two would try to cover for their leader. “We have to fight them on our terms Albus!” His words were more reasonable in tone, rather than challenging, to his fellow Meister. 
    It felt odd seeing three flags out alone like this, it made Edmund nervous. Something wasn’t right about the encounter, he just didn’t know what exactly. 
    

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1. 

   The Rain In Spain....

   Started by Spectre · March 15, 2021

   The small engine apexed at a new octave just before Edmund hit the clutch, shifting the gear and lowering the hum of the engine once more. The motorcycle curled along the cliffside highways, dying light reached along the ocean waves below and cast long shadows along the road from the safety rails. The sun itself seemed caught between the ocean and the dark overcast of storm clouds stretched along the sky overhead.  Edmund clung onto the crotch rocket tightly as he felt the exhilarating G’s from his turn push into his stomach. 
   He was back home, or rather what used to be considered home. The stunning visage of the setting sun and the ocean waves felt nostalgic, although Edmund himself couldn’t safely say he could rightly recall the sensation. He eased up on the throttle and let the bike coast into the cliffside town that he had been heading into. Rain began to pelt the road and his person as he coasted down the highway. Again, though it all felt familiar, it had little comfort beyond that of a fuzzy dream. 
   Edmund had taken off from his little island base earlier that day, but the distance needed to be cover was rather large, so it was already late by the time he got to Spain. “Probably for the best…” he murmured as he pulled into the vacant streets towards a storage facility. Thankfully, it wasn’t too late that he couldn’t go inside to do his business.
   As he parked his bike, he walked over to the doors. He wore a black trench coat that fluttered behind him in the ocean wind and hazy rain. He ran a gloved hand through his brown hair, he kept his motorcycle helmet on the seat of the bike, hardly caring if it got wet. The facility was one of those civilian rent to store buildings with individual storage sheds inside. The array of fluorescent light added to the commercial feeling of the facility. His boots echoing loudly in the vacant hallways. 
   He paused as he came up to a particular unit. Slowly he brought out some keys from his pocket and fumbled with them until he had the right one for the padlock. With a click, he had the lock free and was raising the metallic garage doors open for his own unit. 
   The room itself was fairly vacant. To one side there was a shelfing unit with dozens of banker boxes. In the middle of the little unit was a desk with a seat and table light. For a moment, Edmund considered closing the door behind him but shook the thought from his head. Instead, he pocketed the keys with lock, and went to the rows of boxes, peaking in each one. Finally, he settled on one box in particular and brought it over to the desk and switched on the light. 
   It was hard to imagine to a normal person, but to Edmund this was everything that used to be him. Each box housed some section of his life that he had categorized. For months after his accident he had gone through the material in hopes of sparking that recognition of who he was supposed to be. 
   Settling himself down in his seat he pulled out a file from the box and began to look at it. The folder contained his military records, back when he served in the AEU. Perhaps it was being behind the controls of a mobile suit again, but he felt like there was something about Celestial Being that was reminding him more and more of his past. 
   After a few minutes of looking at the text records he found himself grunting and returning the folder in frustration. There had to be something else he was missing, but what? Reaching down he pulled out another folder and opened it up, pictures practically flew out of the archaic file to splash onto the concrete floor. Edmund hissed a curse under his breath as he tried to scoop up the old photographs. Before he could pick them up however a woman’s voice called out to him from the hallway. “Say I know you!” 
   At first Edmund felt a bit of dread, he looked up to see a middle-aged woman with blonde hair. She appeared to be clutching a bag of some sort. The  woman managed to wag a free hand in the air and point it accusingly at Edmund. “That name on the uniform. I recognize it!” Her finger pointed at his old uniform which was hanging in the edge of the shelf. Her finger accented the name tag, “and your face… you’re not Victoria and Alfonse’s boy are you?”
   Edmund offered a weak smile as he stood up with his pictures in hand. He walked over and politely offered his free hand for a handshake. “Indeed I am!” He replied cheerily though deep down he was already dreading the conversation. “Forgive me, but I don’t recall who you are…” he led on with his tone and the woman’s face lit up, “Oh! I’m Lorraine Halevy!” Recognition fluttered in her eyes as she studied Edmund. “Yes i do remember you! Last I saw of you was before you went to the military, don’t you remember?” Her voice trailed off as she found it difficult to believe he could forget her. 
   Edmund let out a helpless laugh as he reached up to scratch the scars on his face, “well as a matter of fact I don’t…” He looked around nervously feeling suddenly self conscious, “you see I lost my memories in an accident…” he shook his head. 
   Thankfully she interjected, “Oh my lord! I-I didn’t-“
   “It’s fine. Really!” Edmund protested as he raised his hands up assuringly. A smile grew on his lips,  “In any case I go by Edmund now…“ 
   She smiled back at him, “well I’m glad you’re alive! I’m sure your parents are thankful of that too. What brings you here?” She asked curiously.
   “I just happened to be in the area and thought I’d come by to look at my old stuff…” he trailed off as he turned to look at the box. “Once in awhile it helps me remember things…” he added wishfully. 
   “Oh you poor thing!” Mrs. Halevy added woefully. Wishing to change the subject Edmund turned back to look at her. “What brings you to the storage units Mrs. Halevy?” 
   The woman blushed some as she stammered for a second, “Oh, just getting something that I wanted to give my niece for her wedding coming up.” She clutched the bag in her arms to accent her claim. Finding the conversation getting awkward now Edmund offered, “Well I hope it’s a wonderful wedding. Thanks for saying hello to me Mrs. Halevy I appreciate it.” He smiled and nodded as a means of telling her to leave. To her credit she paused as if to say something but smiled as she turned to walk away. Just as he was about to leave she stopped to turn and add, “Take care Edmund, and if you ever need someone to talk to please look up our family. Maybe we could help refresh your memories over some tea?” 
   He regarded her and could tell that her offer was genuine. “Thank you very much Mrs. Halevy. I may take you up on that next time I’m in town.” He smiled back at her as she left finally. 
   He felt odd as she left, it was always uncomfortable running into people who knew the old him. He reached down to look at a picture of him back when he was in the military. The kid staring back at him had a dumb grin on his face, careless even. He was surrounded by similarly dressed guys, they appeared to be in some barracks. Shaking his head he flipped the picture over. He’d seen the photo a dozen times already to no affect but this time something caught his attention.  On the back of the picture was a hand written message, “Maybe next time we can take a picture together?”
   The elegant curves on the message, the precise lettering, it was clearly a woman’s touch. How come he had never noticed the message before? He looked over the message repeatedly for many moments. The crackle of lightning broke his concentration and he looked up in bewilderment. Sighing he tucked the picture in his jacket. Without a word he put everything else away and sealed the storage unit once more. 
   
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   Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Redefine

   Started by FrostyFoster · January 23, 2021

   EPISODE 1:
   October 6th, 2307 AD
   AEU ORBITAL ELEVATOR
   Automated machine guns blared inside a military testing ground, sending an array of bullets against a sleek green mobile suit. This is little to stop the machine though, responding to the attacks with dodges and speed, using its rifle to hit many of the targets. A crowd of suits watched with awe at the new AEU creation, although two stood out as they observed it. The two Union members discussed the mobile suit, referred to as the Enact, intently while also discussing its flaws.
   Union engineer Billy Katagiri mentioned how the basic design was just of copy of their mobile suit, the Flag, to his cohort Graham. However, the demonstrator took note of this. Due to the Enact’s hi-tech sound system, he exited the mobile suit, only to badger the observer for his statement. Far above the mock city was a creation who was bound to give the pilot much more of a problem. The sleek mobile suit sped downward at a breakneck pace, causing the military to attempt to make contact from the orbital elevator. None could be made though as more of the crowd noticed the strange machine head towards the testing ground.
   The red haired pilot watched along with the others, getting back inside the turquoise mobile suit as people slowly began to evacuate. “Hey! He yelled through the Enact’s intercom. The gray and orange paint scheme caught the pilot’s attention quickly. “What are you? You look like you’re HRL… Whatever you are, you’re ruining my mock battle!” When no response was given, the pilot got more aggravated. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m Patrick Colasour, the best ace in the AEU!” A small blade slid out of the machine’s wrist, creating a deafening frequency as it vibrated. The Enact ran towards the Exia while pointing the sword outward to the enemies cockpit. “Hey! Talk to me!”
   

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