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Gundam Wing: Raptures of Paradise
Chapter 4----------Two Meetings
By Sailor Celaeno

Quatre had sat quietly in the lobby of the hotel on colony 106. He was there to meet a representative of the Pluto Research Labs. He arrived there early so he can relax. It was the only day off in three months. He took over his father's place as head of the Winner family and all financial responsibilities as well. Finally! A chance to get away from all the paper work that piled a mile high everyday on his desk. "What can I do?" he wondered when he thinks about all the work that his father had left behind for his now 16-year-old son to do. "I wish I had someone that could help me." The crowds of people outside of the hotel were the usual, as the colony was a bustling metropolis. He wished he was just an average person, like those people out there. He never wanted to be the only son, the first in line for the Winner fortune. Why couldn't his parents have another older son to take over this Winner family empire? "Why me?" he'd always ask.
He had wanted to be a musician since he was child. He loved music, and was very proficient at many instruments. "He could be the next Mozart, or Marzoni (a famous composer/musician/prodigy born after Colony 10)," his teacher had said when he was only 8.
But that dream was dead. Ever since his mother died, and his father vowed never to remarry, he knew that there was no way he could ever be a musician. Always disappointments. Lost dreams and an endless of sea of regrets. But Quatre knows better than to doubt his value, to doubt his worth. He did have something to live for. He found his one way of defying the preset destiny of his father. That was to be a Gundam pilot. "I have given up so much for this family, Father! I have a right to my own happiness. To do what I want to do. I will fight!" he said so angrily three years ago.
"Never! My only son will do NO such thing. Do you hear Quatre Raberba Winner? You will stay here and obey my wishes!" roared his father.
"You can't stop me father. I have my own destiny to make. And nothing you do or say, will make me do anything else!" he shouted and raced from his house. He ran like the wind. He had nowhere else to go. He didn't have his sisters to turn to. They had their own whims and lives to live. He raced towards destiny.

"I wonder if he really knows what the future lies ahead for him."
"They never really do. But some... some have that feeling that they know what will happen."
"Are they right, Nova?"
"Not, always. But young Master Winner has to learn for himself, that with everything there is sacrifice. He wants to be someone important, to be free and to know that he has a place in the world, to be made in his own way. But he already has. He has no inkling of that. He has made the sacrifices, and he deserves to find his happiness."
"I see that now, Nova. How is it that you know these things so well?"
"Trista, I am the senshi of Destiny. I have seen the future, and have seen the past. I know what is best for ALL the children of this universe. I know them all well."
"Why is it that even though I'm millennia of years old, yet I don't know things so well?"
"For one thing, you are only the second guardian of Time. Secondly, you've never bothered to look at the future, beyond what I show you."
"I can't leave the Gate unattended."
"True, but you know that you always had the power to see without leaving the Gate. You just never tried."
"Hm. You are right. It's about time that I make my leave. Good-bye Nova."
"Good-bye, Trista."

Quatre looked up as he heard a voice calling him. "Mr. Winner?"
"Yes." He was stunned to see a tall woman towering over him in his chair. He stood up to greet her, but soon saw that he was nearly as tall as her. She was different to say the least. She had long, green hair. It partially tied in a bun, but the rest of her hair flowed freely down her back. She wore a purple jacket and skirt and a white blouse. She had matching purple pumps and had a leather briefcase to her right side.
"Am I late?" she was a bit surprised to see him there so soon.
"Oh no. I just came here early. You are amazingly on time." He stared at his watch to see that it had just turned 2 o'clock sharp.
"I know. I'm known throughout the universe for my punctuality," she smiled good-naturedly.
He couldn't help, but smiled himself. Gosh, she was pretty. She was very graceful, when she sat down in a chair right across from him. She crossed her long, perfect legs. She had a long skirt, so he didn't see anything above her knees. Which was just as well because he was too bashful to want to see anything more. "She is so lovely," he thought silently to himself. "I don't believe the office told me your name Miss... uh... Miss..."
"Meioh. I'm Dr. Trista Meioh," she said quietly.
"THE Doctor Meioh? I'm impressed and honored to meet an up and coming physicist!" Quatre avoided blushing at his earlier thoughts about Dr. Meioh.
"Oh, no. We needn't be so formal, Quatre. I'm really just a normal person. After all, you aren't always waited on hand and foot do you?"
"Well, no. I wouldn't let anyone go to all that trouble, just because of my family's name," he admitted.
"Well, I wouldn't want anyone to jump hurdles for me."
"But you... you deserve your the attention you get. Your work is quite brilliant. I have read up on your journal reports, and latest theories. I'm quite impressed how you managed to make such precise calculations!" he said excitedly.
"Well. I'm quite impressed that a young man as busy as you has the time to read on my work," she replied.
"Well, I always find the time to read up and get up to date with the latest discoveries. I've always been a scholarly sort of child. But, I've never hoped to be as good as you." He started blushing when he realized how much complimenting he was doing. It was almost like he was flirting with her.
Trista seemed to notice and thought carefully about how to save him from feeling even more embarrassed. "Well, I have heard that you are quite the musician. Despite the fact that music has so many mathematical applications... I have never been proficient at it. I simply don't have the knack for it. So you see, we have achievements that we admire in each other. Let us simple enjoy those unique abilities, and enjoy each other's company."
"Of, course. I guess, we should get down to business, then."
"You are right. Now, I know I'm here to convince you that investing in our research facility would be a benefit not only to your family and the Pleiades Corporation, but also to ALL of humanity. But based on the previous conversation, I assume you don't need any convincing."
"I believe you are right, Miss Trista."
"I suppose I will leave then..."
"No wait!" Quatre burst aloud. He held is hand over his mouth as he realized how pleadingly he sounded just then. Trista promptly turned around in surprise. "Well.. that is to say... I meant that, it's not necessary to leave so soon. Even though I plan to invest Winner money to Pleiades, I'm still curious about what the other scientists and researchers are working on." He managed to bring his cool back on.
Trista sat back down and smiled politely. "Of course. Well, I happen to have some information I was planning to use in my unnecessary presentation. There are two projects that are very important priority one class. There is the new satellite that we are building to explore the Perseus constellation. It would be used as a research probe as well as a relay satellite for our communication antennae. We are still trying to contact E.T."
"Sounds intriguing." Quatre glanced at the reports that she handed to him.
"Yes, we are planning to complete the satellite's construction next week. However, we need more funding to complete the necessary programming for the satellites main computer. It requires a great deal of advanced programming in order to do it's complicated tasks."
"I see. What is the other project?"
"Well... it is very unique to say the least."
"What would that be?"
"Psychic power."
"Psychic power? I didn't think such a thing could exist!" Quatre was surprised to say the least.
"That is the misconception. There is such a thing. It has been a secret program for quite some time. In fact YOU are the first person outside of the Corporation and affiliated parties to know about this program. It's existence will be made public next month."
"What exactly is the purpose of the program?"
"Well, to be quite frank. Psychic powers have been scientific enigmas. No one has been able to explain its purpose except that it is part of human evolution. It seems perhaps your grandchildren or great-grandchildren may possibly develop some form of telepathy or telekinesis. What is most fascinating is that these 'psychics' use a larger percentage of their brain. They are capable of using more parts of the human brain than the average person."
"Are these people being trained for any purpose?" Quatre feared that somehow these people could be manipulated into doing things. Very bad evil things.
"Some have been able to solve crimes. Others are able to do spy work. Some have been able to locate people. Most impressively is that we are able to develop advanced computer technology. With the help of these telepaths, we are able to create computers that can respond to thought as instanteously like any one of your own body parts. When you are touching a hot object, it is less than a second and you move your hand away. We are developing computers that can respond as quickly."
"Amazing! Can I see these projects and the researched at work?" asked Quatre. He had the interest look like a child in a candy store.
"Well, once you become an investor, you can gain access to several aspects of the Corporations various research facilities. Everything you could want to know about the institution," guaranteed Trista.
"Then you can tell your superiors that they should be getting grant money from the Winner family by the end of the week," he smiled. They shook hands to seal the deal.
"Will I be seeing you tonight at the banquet?"
"Yes, of course. You will meet the other investors, and even one of the CEO's, Miss Rokureno."
"I can't wait."

It was half an hour later, Trista arrived inside a luxuriously furnished office. She entered and closed the door behind her. "How did the meeting go?" asked a woman in a leather business chair.
"Better than expected. It seems Mr. Winner was interested from the very beginning," replied Trista.
"Not so unexpected. Just the same as he was a year ago. Did he recognize you?"
"Only under my civilian name in this universe. He doesn't realize who I really am. But then again, people never notice. I do look different as the Guardian of Time."
"Yes, of course. As do I. But, you know... it is a good thing he doesn't recognize us. It will make things easier for us. With our mission in this universe."
"Yes. It would. I suppose the other pilots wouldn't recognize us either."
"I suppose. Although, maybe not Heero..."
"Heero? How would Heero possibly recognize us?"
"You see Trista, Heero are not so entirely different. He may not be a two billion-year-old, semi-omnipotent Sailor Senshi, but we have one thing in common."
"And what's that Nova?"
"We are more aware of things that are going on, than we seem to be."
Trista raised an eyebrow at Nova's comment. "Really? How is that possible?"
"You forgot. You are half human, half Ancient. While I am a full-blooded Ancient in human clothes." (wolf in sheep's clothes kind of comparison)
"Yes, I did forget. But what about Heero?"
"Ah yes, Mr. Yuy. He is not an ordinary human boy. He was specially trained and genetically enhanced. He is more observant and perceptive than most humans. He may not know for certain of our true identities, but if he watches us often enough, he'll suspect something. A great deal more than the other pilots. Although that Trowa Barton isn't that far behind from Heero."
"That is true. Not knowing his real identity has made him less distracted in protecting his old life."
"We must keep a close eye on those pilots as well."
"Of course. Although Heero is very difficult to follow up on. He does a fairly good job of keeping himself inconspicuous."
"That is true. In the last three months of this universe since the Mariemaya incident, I have lost track of him at least four times. Now is the fifth time. However, this time I know how to track him better."
"How is that?" Trista watched out for the other four pilots, while Nova took it upon herself to watch Heero.
"One word: Relena." Trista nodded in agreement.

Quatre returned to his hotel room to change. He wondered how Duo was dealing with his break-up with Hannah and Hilde being missing. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to Earth.



Author's note:

If you are a fan of Sailor Moon, you may recognize Trista Meioh. Or better known in her original Japanese version as Meioh Setsuna. Well, then who is this Nova she keeps talking to? Well, that is a mystery that can be best answered in my Sailor Moon fanfic "Nova"!
One last topic. Why did I write this story? Well, it's something I wrote another fic to tell you all what I think happened to the GW folk after Endless Waltz. However, I seem to be introducing other things... More stories, you think? Well you'll have to wait to find out! (Sorry to tease you.)

Farewell for now...