Quatre's Room
"No, wait, I don't want you to put me off until another one contacts me!" Quatre's grip was so tight against the phone. This was miserable. This wasn't just some pacifist way of seeking revenge. They didn't get it right. Whatever Revenge of the Lost used to be, or whatever it used to stand for all those years ago? It was gone now, that group was just a shadow of its former self, and it was far from being pacifist anymore! So much so? Quatre now understood why they all had to have someone. Every single one of them.
To make them suffer in the same way the mothers and sisters did, to feel the pain they had in the war. It wasn't taking into account lives anymore. Not the pregnant mothers, and not even the unborn children. It was stacked on full revenge! No wonder Heero didn't want just a room, he wanted Relena right beside him. This group? Who knew what it could do. It apparently might have even taken Middie Une from Trowa's reach already. "I want answers and I don't want to be yanked around!"
Twenty-nine sisters, some passed, but most were fine. He was trying to make contact with them, but they kept putting him off! Quatre was supposed to have been artificially made, a test tube baby. The grief of it had plagued him for years until he met the Maguanacs and started to cherish his life as one. Started seeing things in a different way. But, according to the facts Duo had? "Just tell me?" He begged one of his sisters. "Was I the reason our mother died?"
Cause of death, was birth to him. The Winner's still didn't have easy births in space. When his mother was pregnant with him, she risked it all to have him. That very thought. Bearing a child nine months, knowing it would kill you. No wonder father never told him. "Please? I need to know," Quatre begged her. "Did she die giving birth to me?"
Finally, she admitted it. When humans first came to space, birthing was a big deal. It led to many complications. Most families had adapted to it, but his family's genes hadn't fared well to the change. Humans who were raised and had history in space were much more prone to dealing well with it, with the right aid. It was illegal though for mothers who were raised on Earth, with nothing but Earth genes in their families, to give birth in space. No one knew what kind of complications could still arise. It was best not to take chances.
And now? Dorothy Catalonia was running from the authorities, in space of all things, with the CDC barring going to Earth. "Thanks, for telling the truth, Sister." Quatre hung up the phone. In normal cases, even during a contagion of some sort, Dorothy would have been able to be released back to Earth. It was imperative to get back to Earth in her condition, they would find an emergency path. But to do that? Meant Dorothy would face whatever Revenge of the Lost had planned for her while in custody. "Even on the safety of Earth, if they want her to go that way." Could RTL do it? They had managed everything else they had tried to do. Did they have connections on the inside too?
Quatre paced. "I-it is illegal, but it's scare-mongering, right? More about safety and covering the colonies responsibilities to visiting Earthings. Right?" When was the last time a born and raised Earthling came to the colonies and gave birth? Science was often involved in the colonies now, birthing wasn't that big of a deal. Could she handle it? A generation or two was often all that was need to pass legality. Was it just legal purposes? Could the methods the colonies used only work with women who were raised in the colonies? "Practically nine months." Quatre tried to calm himself down. "Nine months. They can't keep up an unforeseen plague between Earth and the colonies for that long." Everyone would be cleaning and quarantining and disinfecting to make sure everything was safe but no way would it even be more than a few weeks. At most. So? "She died from a genetic defect. Dorothy won't have that. It's not the same thing." Were they counting on something going on at birth? Is that all that really mattered to them?
The day she gave birth, is that just the day they planned on killing her? "Damn this Revenge of the Lost!" It wasn't fair. The Gundams had strived to do what was right, even Operation Meteor! He followed his heart, and did what he could. This was their repayment for everything? For the mother of their children to die like their own mothers?
What was to be gained? A sense of justice? There was no justice in it! Taking innocent women and innocent children, and killing them. That's right, they were risking all of the children too. A group that once mourned their losses together, were now killing them.
Yeah. "They won't catch me off-guard." He'd tell Dorothy and he'd stick with her. Heero was right, same room, and same bed. No letting up. Extra security around the mansion. Everything. He'd watch her all the time, until they took this group down. They had to take this group down.
No matter what, Revenge of the Lost was not going to win!
It was time to tell Dorothy Catalonia.