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Fate's Daughter
Prologue

The young girl bit a fingernail in nervousness as her gaze traveled up the large, impressive
machine looming before her. The dark and imposing man next to her let out a sigh at the
accomplishment. The Mobile Suit was complete and now the major plan could commence.
He rested his hand on the small girl’s shoulder making her wince and jump.

"This will be your highest accomplishment, young one," he stated softly. The girl, with a
little uneasiness in her eyes, grinned without emotion.

"I get to fly this thing? Where’s the stereo?" The warm glow for the suit was replaced by
cold ice, as he struck the girl on the cheek hard enough to make her stagger sideways. The
only reason she didn't fall was because she was used to it by now and had expected the
stinging slap. As she felt the welt burn on her face she berated herself for not thinking
before she spoke, again.

"Your humor will get you killed, baka. One more time and it will be worse for you." She
straightened up and glared softly at her feet before again turning to stare at the figure.
There was a horrible, fascinating quality about it that begged the viewer to study it’s
fantastic symmetry closer. She shuddered. It was a monolith of cold steel, larger then the
imagination could sanely cope with. Twice as dark as it’s creator. Gold streaks of fire
climbed its sides and chest seeming like jagged scars. Dark purple and blood red filled in
the rest. A dull, silver glow, deep within the dark recesses of it’s burgundy and gold,
mask-like face, gave it an unearthly, sentient life. A gaze that could capture a normal
persons soul. The uneasiness was suddenly replaced with very real fear. How was she
going to fly this robotic Frankenstein without going insane like it’s creator?
"The simulations didn't train me for this thing," she said softly, adding a reluctant, "sir."
The older man smiled up at the chaotic, sanity defying feat, but the cold glint refused to
leave his bitter, uncaring eyes.

"That is because there are none. You, will have to be trained by an expert." He waved his
arm expansively at the suit.

"A few names came up for the list, but we managed to find the perfect trainer for you.
Now all we have to do is bring him out into the open." The demented reflection in the
man’s eyes retreated within, already working out how he was going to accomplish this
heinous act. Worried about being hit again for interrupting his thoughts, but also not
being able to restrain her own curiosity, the girl cleared her throat and asked the obvious
seeming question.

"Why not have him fly this thing for you?" The man glared at her with enough force for
her to step back and brace herself for another punch, then debated on telling her this vital
information. His true derangement showing, his mood swung in a quick one eighty, and
he decided there would be no real harm.

"Because he has other loyalties that don't tie him as closely." Smugly. "Unlike you, my
dear. He may be brave enough to take it into his head to, rebel." He snickered softly at,
to him, her clear stupidity.

She repressed a growl. Idiot fanatic, can't even take one of my jokes, but sure as hell gets
a kick out of his own. She kept her anger bottled up. Someday I will get the courage. She
kept the tears down by asking another question.

"What’s it called?" The snickers receded into a heartless grin that made the girl sick to her
stomach.

"Fate's Dice." She nodded. It actually made sense, if you looked at it from the viewpoint
of a lunatic. Dice was a machine that held the fate of the human world and the colonies in
its hand. Playing with the odds, as if it were all a game. She grinned, but their was no
heart, or humor, within it. Only sadness. Since Destiny, herself, would be doing the
rolling, and the fighting, in this monstrosity, it was more then appropriate. She generally
rolled sevens.

"And my trainer?" She decided to push it since he was suddenly in one of his "good"
moods.

"Heero Yui." Her eyes widened in shock. And again, she spoke before she thought.

"Heero Yui?! The Gundam pilot?! How the hell are you-" The cuff to the side of her head
silenced her. Amazingly enough, he seemed to want to hold on to his humor and he
deemed it an appropriate to answer. Probably because he liked bragging about the plan he
thought of to get Wing’s pilot.

"We will upset the world that he never deemed himself worthy to inhabit. Thereby,
drawing him out to save his only friends, and try to avenge the one’s he loses." The man’s
eyes caught a manic gleam that mimicked the machine’s golden, superficial gaze. "We will
destroy him and build him again, so he, and the others, will aid us in our worthy venture."
He chuckled and chills crawled down her spine. "Much like you, Destiny." Then with a
sharp nod he walked back down the corridor that led to the evil machine’s holding pen.

The girl called Destiny drew a sharp breath, rubbing the red, stinging hand prints left on
her face, feeling the tears begin to flow. She began to feel very sorry for the trainer and
any others with him, along with herself. They were about to be drawn into her own
personal hell.

- "author shudders at revision" hell that even scares ME, and I wrote the thing! Don’t
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