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  1. Aprilus One was Asahi's hometown, the bustling administrative center was all familiar to him. Bit what troubled him was meeting his new squad. Leadership wasn't his forte, and he admitted it, yet ZAFT was lacking appropriate role models, and Asahi seemed to be a good choice for the brass at the time. Asahi had arranged his proposed squad to meet at one of his favorite spots in town, the "Kombo Kwon" Korean fusion restaurant and cafe. Asahi flicked his watch to his face, reading it at 11:48 am, as he approached the cafe. Remembering that he asked for casual clothing, he had no worries on his choice of attire; white t-shirt and black jeans. With his folder of formalities under his arm, he pushed open the door to the cafe. A waiter came up to him and Asahi said politely that he had a reservation for six. He decided that it would be best to wait until everyone had arrived before doing any administrative duties. Sitting at the round table, Asahi glanced at the time, and with a few minutes to spare before noon, (the designated meeting time) he opened his folder and scanned the faces again. He smiled as he noticed someone, Chrisoph von Crailshelm. Asahi remembered him from the academy. A tough guy, but easy to get along with. Funnily enough, Chrisoph reminded Asahi alot of himself. A team of six. Two leaders, and four members. Asahi wanted to take the occasion to gather their personalities, and mobile suit preferences as he would be assigning them respective units. He propped his head on his left hand, imagining what they would be like. They might not respect him, as they were mostly his peers. He dismissed the worst case scenario and in response winced and ruffled his hair. It was almost show time, and Asahi had to be at his best. He re-arranged his hair and wiped his glasses. They would be there any second.
  2. Landis Exel Zenastan tapped his foot. It held neither the impatience of one who could wait for no longer than 10 minutes or the anxiety of someone who can't help but attempt to memorize a short, informal speech before the people whom he was to meet arrived. It was a habit for him, that whenever he was alone, some things generally tend to surface, with foot-tapping being one of them. Although he wasn't particularly nervous, the newly named squadron leader was having second thoughts about the meeting place. Would it be better if it had been Maius, or perhaps Martius? They were two of the PLANTs he knew best and could probably get a bolster in confidence when addressing his new teammates. It might seem silly to contemplate his choices right now when he had earlier decided the venue without giving as much as a single thought about it, but it was yet another one of the habits he had: Thinking too much when he was alone. Sitting just outside of a quaint little French restaurant 'Monsieur Carte' (while wondering what it could possibly mean), he began imagining what they could be like. Landis was never completely comfortable when meeting with strangers but found his eyes straying to the pretty lady in a comfortable blue dress who stopped near his table. She moved on, and he was back to square one. Somehow it just seems like almost anyone could be them... He had specifically donned a little more than his usual streetwear-A black patterned collared shirt, unbuttoned and worn over a white t-shirt with light brown jeans- just to draw enough attention, though he had not thought of the group of giggly schoolgirls sitting behind him or a few curious monikers whose names he did not know, but apparently had a good idea of who's a stranger in the neighbourhood. "May I take your order, sir?" He felt his heartbeat quickened a bit, but mentally bashed himself over being too enthusiastic-or perhaps finally letting the nerves get to him. Recovering quickly, he smiled cordially and informed him that his order could wait. What was wrong with him? He had led in mock missions before, so leadership can't be that hard...Right? Yeah, right. He thought sarcastically to himself and combed a hand through his messy hair. A small orchestra of rising female voices behind him told him that was a mistake as well. ....So much for setting a good example. Coming early was one thing; Being conspicuous enough was another. In any case, he would have to wait it out till his members came.
  3. Friday was Clare’s favourite day of the week. It was one day when she could come home and lie in a phone conversation to her father that she was going out with friends, and then lie to her friends that she had family business to take care of. In reality, she could spend the whole half a day only to serve herself. Solitude is a horrible thing, but it is more horrible still when you don’t get it. Friday was one day when she did not have to go anywhere, did not have to do anything, when she could spend hours on personal grooming, on watching novellas, on reading sappy romance novels, on studying the subjects she was interested in... Oh, the list went on and on, but best of all there was the knowledge that the alarm would not go off the next morning. Friday also gave her the time she could spend playing with her little pet. Maybe it would be wise to pause here and describe this little creature. Clare’s ‘pet’ was a wonder of artificial intelligence, a prime example of state of the art technology, and the only present her father ever gave her that was not completely and totally useless. It was a tiny ball of fluff that resembled a brown-coat dwarf rabbit, except that on the inside of this coat it was filed with thousands of microchips and wires. Francois (the name that she gave to the robot and no one really knew whey she chose it) was soft like a real bunny, hopped around like a real bunny and looked exactly like a real bunny. On top of that, Andrew Clarick equipped it with a number of curious abilities. Francois had a personality chip installed that made him snide and sarcastic, but also allowed him to develop his own unique character and to change depending on the environment; he was given a sophisticated speech function, a three dimensional ‘vision,’ incredible level of comprehension, a built-in alarm, computer, clock, and everything else one could think of. Of course, this was also her work tool, but Clare could not help but love the little ball of fluff! To think that she could even wash him and brush his coat! They often bickered, often made fun of others, and somehow this amazing piece of machinery managed to make Clare a lot happier living alone than she could have imagined. Before moving to Plant she shared an apartment with her father, and although the two did not have much of a communication, there was still a human presence in her daily home life that seized to exist when she moved out. Francois, whose temper resembled Clare’s made a perfect companion for her. However this Friday was a tad different from the rest. It was only nine o’clock, but Clare already did not know what to do with herself. She paced the lavishly decorated rooms of her apartment at an incredible pace and was truly grateful that Francois stayed out of her way. Several times she passed the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and finally on her fifth or sixth round decided to stop by it. With shaking hands Clare opened the drawer and took out a bottle of pain killers. She had been taking the maximum dose for a while now, but the headaches would not stop. With a grunt she tossed the bottle into a trash can and slammed the drawer shut. The pills, the hot shower, the strong coffee - none of it helped. Headaches were becoming stronger and more frequent. Clare shrugged and turned off the lights - she might as well call it a night. A small shadow passed along one of the walls, making her smile against her will. Yeah, Francois was a huge pain in the gluteus maximums, but he knew when to keep quiet. Tiredly she crawled into her insanely large bed and pulled the covers over her head. The throbbing pain was horrible It was as though someone tied a rope around her head and was now twisting it tight while slowly adding metal plates between the knots. However, little by little it seemed to pass. By midnight Clare no longer tossed around. She laid on her right side, curled up at a forty-five degree angle to the bed and wrapped up in a bundle of sheets and blankets. Her right arm rested under the pillow and her left hand was holding its corner for extra support. No sound was heard other than Clare’s even breathing until about three in the morning, and then... An awful sound of a ringing phone cut through the dead silence of the room. Clare did not wake up right away, nor did she realize what was ringing. Instead she sat up on the bed in a half dazed state and began pressing on everything that could make noise on her bedside table. Finally she hit the receiver button of the phone, and instantly a bright, wide screen popped up. Clare rubbed her eyes in attempt to adjust to the light. She was more than sure that she’d kill whomever was calling at the moment. Of course, in her righteous anger she did not stop to think that the individual on the other end was getting a darn good view of her tiny yellow pyjamas with a blue kitten print. This realization came to her as soon as she was able to see and recognize Ryou’s face. Immediately Clare pulled the covers against herself and tried to wipe the embarrassed expression off her sleepy face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing,” she yelled as soon as she could see that the young man did not look hurt, or like he's in a hospital, or some sort of trouble (why did she even care again?). This was the fist time she raised her voice above the tone of the normal conversation. “You moron! Do you even know what time it is!? I don’t even know what time it is!” “Three hundred hours, your highness,” a sarcastic male voice came from underneath the bed - Francois was also up now. “Three AM! Do you hear that!? It’s three AM!” Claire had a vein on her head you could tow a truck with. She never shouted and she never lost her temper, and yet somehow Ryou succeeded at getting her to do both. Aggravating young man! Why did she react like this to him? Had it been anyone else, she would have just hung up without even bothering to get mad or to ask what the issue was. “Do you know what NORMAL people do at three AM? They sleep! Do you know what I want to do at three AM? That’s right - I want to sleep! Now, give me one good reason not to hang up on you, you nocturnal lunatic! What is it that’s keeping you up at night? Lack of personal life? Lack of grey matter in the brain? Lack of work and abundance of boredom? All of the above? I guess what I’m trying to say is, what the hell do you want from me at three AM Saturday morning except for a possible nose job without an anaesthesia?”
  4. ~Seventy Two Months ago~ It all began with a small mistake, which would ultimately change the life for the young commander in the Zaft military. Alisha had started to focus on her private life, thinking of living styles outside of being a soldier for a majority of her life. She had taken a month off to get her life into perspective, and figure out what the next step would be in the rollercoaster called life. Alisha had returned to her once party like self, and started to attend social gatherings. At once such gathering Alisha ran into a young man Takashi Wilhelm. He was a gallant man, with his long black hair, and Asiatic features. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and was stunned at the sheer beauty of this single male. It was uncertain if he noticed Alisha, but for some reason he spotted her. They both started to engage in heavy conversation about pop culture, political, and a majority of similar topics. From the distance they seemed very perfect, as if they were in their own world. Alisha couldn’t remember the night; her head was aching from the alcohol consumed during the night. She had found herself in the bedroom of Takashi Wilhelm. She panicked during the first moment of realization of what she had done. Alisha did what most confused women her age did, she decided to sneak out of bed, and make a run for it. Takashi was nowhere to be found, but the shower could be heard from the bathroom attached to the master bedroom, where Alisha, and him apparently had slept together. She managed to leave the house, and eventually decided to forget the event had transpired. Sadly, Alisha was reminded of the event when she had awakened to extreme nausea, and disorientation. It was only half a month from that very day, and Alisha ignored the early signs that something was growing inside of her body. One day during a routine day working at the national defense headquarters, Alisha found herself at the infirmary where the doctor had checked her over. The news was shocking to her ears, the doctor said with a smile, “Congratulations, you’re pregnant.” Alisha was dumbstruck; she was completely in a moment where she couldn’t think clearly. All that filled her mind was that her career would have to take an immediate stop, and that she would have to become a mother at the ripe age of twenty two. Days after meeting with the doctor, Alisha had contacted Takashi, and explained the situation to him. At first he was skeptic at the thought that he was the father, but soon Takashi came to realize the truth, and rushed to Alisha’s side. Unlike others, it would seem that Takashi was as gallant as he looked. He would try to make this relationship work, and try to get to know Alisha more for the child’s sake. They both were now burdened with the task of telling their parents of their “mistake.” The information wouldn’t be happily approved by the fathers’ of the Wilhelm, and Diederich families. It was a stressful time for the two young soon to be parents. Alisha and Takashi both continued working. Alisha was happy to find out that Takashi had served in the Zaft military for nearly eight years, and it seemed to be another thing that they had in common with each other. Soon after the lengthy period was over, Alisha was forced into taking maternity leave by order of her superior officers. Without work to fill out her day, Alisha spent it doing tasks befitting a pregnant woman. Both parents had moved in with each other and appeared to be a couple very much in love. This lasted for six more months, but due to the world being as it is, it would soon come to end. During the day of delivery, Alisha was at the hospital while Takashi was arriving on first shuttle from Orb to Plant. Alisha feels guilty about pulling Takashi away from his work, or he would still be alive. During his arrival on Aprilius, he boarded his vehicle, and drove the fastest possible with consideration of legal limits. Half way to the hospital, his car was hit by another creating a massive accident on the highway. Takashi was rushed to the same hospital as Alisha, but he died hours after due to complications. Alisha was unaware of his death until a day or so later, she was absolutely crushed, and seemed to be in a state of depression for a series of months. In that period of remorse, Alisha finally reconciled and devoted her life to raising their daughter, Alexis to the best of her ability. She was a beautiful child with her mother’s beautiful face, and her father’s passionate eyes. Another topic is that Alexis was decided to be a natural, due to the growing issue in third generation Coordinators. Alisha didn’t care what race her child was, she would love her to the best her heart could. Despite concentrating on her career in the growing years, Alisha did her best in raising Alexis to the ripe age of six. CE 85, Aprilius One, Present day The alarm clock buzzed in the large dimly lit room of a house in a suburban area amongst the large facilities of Aprilius One. The curtains were closed, but small rays of light managed to slip past illuminating the room with its artificial lighting. Alisha lied there in bed with her arm resting on her forehead. She let out a soft sigh, and removed her arm showing her vibrant green eyes. Alisha turned for the clock, and read the current time. “Its morning already….” She let out a carefree nod, and climbed out a bed. The door creaked open, and the small Alexis ran into the room with a big smile stretched across her face. She was dressed in a summer dress and held a teddy bear in her other arm. “Mommy, let’s go its almost time!”She grabbed Alisha’s hand and shook it intently. Alisha looked down at her daughter, and let out a soft smile. She patted Alexis on the head, and walked towards the bathroom. Moments quickly passed, Alexis stood by her mother who was now dressed in her formal Zaft uniform. Alexis tried to mimic her mother’s mature, and experienced stance, but failed in comparison. The pair walked together down the street to the nearby school bus stop. Alisha had managed to get Alexis into one of the few prestigious grammar schools in the colony. It was primarily due to her families influence, but it was well worth it. A few of the mothers looked at Alisha, she was independent, and had no husband. It was known that she was never even married when she had her daughter. Many of them stare at Alisha as if she were sub-human. “Oh, good morning you two how are you? A woman with an obviously fake tone greeted the pair. Alisha gave her a smirk, and replied in the same tone. Alexis started to converse with the others, while the mothers continued to stare at Alisha judging her in the way house wives would to working women. Minutes passed by while the school bus came into view. “Is everyone here?” The lady asked, while the driver opened the door allowing the lady to step out. The children all shouted in a unanimous voice, and started to board the bus. Alexis paused at midstep, and turned towards her mother. “Bye mommy! Have fun at work today!” Alisha let out a bright smile, and waved goodbye. “Have a good day at school, honey.”Alisha bowed her head to the other housewives, and started off back to the house. “They really should stop being so overt around me…” Alisha walked into the driveway, and entered her luxury sports car. It was metallic silver in color, and looked very expensive. It seemed to be a perk for one of her rank, and familiar lineage.
  5. Aprilius City is made up of Aprilius 1 - 10. It is represented by Senator Ashellia Ferrinas who is the National Defence Committee Chair in the Supreme Council. Specialties of Aprilius City are astronomy, astrophysics, cosmology, space planetary science and space life sciences.
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