April 2013 amnesty post.

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Gundam Iscariot: Aeon Jester/Purity Albion/Edison Mercado, Helvetian hospitality

[kalloway]

This became its own thing.

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"I've never been to Helvetios," Aeon said as he settled into his seat on the bridge of the Hesperides. Mercado held in a sigh. He knew what was coming.

"Once when I was little, but I don't really remember it," Purity admitted. Mercado had long since given up on getting her not to put her feet up on the control panels. It was hopeless.

"Nope," Mercado offered. He changed a few settings with his controls and sent a pre-set message to Helvetios that they were on course.

Aeon flipped his datapad up from his side and fussed around for a minute. Because this was how it always was.

"Helvetios," Aeon read aloud. "An independent colony named for and formerly owned by Helvetica Interstellar Corporation. Currently maintained by a combination of appointed and elected officials. Helvetica still owns ninety-five percent of all businesses on the colony, along with almost all private residences."

"Yeah, no way that could get ugly," Mercado commented. He couldn't help himself. Sure, there were colonies set up with even less pleasant infrastructures. All sorts. But this was their chance to speak openly. Possibly their last one for a bit.

"For Helvetios, it seems to work," Aeon replied, shrugging. "Says here that the crime rate is virtually zero, unemployment is microscopic... and generally, the colony is quite wealthy."

"And they have a crap military," Purity added.

"Yeah..." Aeon sighed. "Which is why we're here. Well, why they asked NIN-ANA for assistance. And please don't say that to anyone."

"We're mostly here to pick up mobile suits and data," Mercado corrected. "I'm sure there's something Commander Varuna didn't tell us."

"Probably..." Purity commented. She looked at her nails and then stretched. "Will I get thrown off the ship if I ask if we're there yet?"

Mercado watched as a swarm of dots suddenly appeared from the far left side of his screen. "Yes," he said quickly. "Both of you. Get out there."

"Wait, what?" Purity looked over at him, eyes wide.

"Helvetios has a bad, bad pirate problem," Aeon said as he got to his feet and nodded to Purity and Mercado. "Which means now we do, too."

~*~

Purity didn't hesitate to open fire as soon as she got Lachesis launched. The Hesperides had been hit twice already - well, likely more. Twice she'd felt. At least the pirates had mostly Safphirs and Emeraldes. They'd be easy to pick off.

"You picked the wrong ship to fuck with," she said, grinning as she watched the explosions following behind her shots. While she was far from a sharpshooter, she at least was fast.

"Cover this side," Aeon's voice echoed in her head. "I'll cover the other."

Anaplekte was a beast compared to Lachesis - big and silver and purple and green. Not as fast, but it could take a beating.

Purity refrained from reminding Aeon that space doesn't have sides. A good twenty dots were still on her screen, swarming, but at least the pirates looked like they were trying to size up the pair of Gundams before rushing in to join their comrades in a certain doom.

"Okay, they're not shooting," Purity said after a long, too-quiet moment. "We've won?"

"No," Aeon replied. "They're just regrouping. They're going to try to get us away from Mercado and attack in swarms."

"How do you know that?" Purity questioned.

Aeon laughed. "That's what I'd do."

Purity swore and watched as Anaplekte took off towards the largest clump. She wasn't terribly surprised, though. Better to catch them off guard.

And then they came for her. There were too many to bother shooting. Instead she stowed her rifle and grabbed for a pair of beam sabers. Anaplekte was the one with the swords, but Purity knew her sabers would be enough for this bunch.

The first Safphir in range was neatly quartered, yet the others still attacked. And dammit, there was another group still after the Hesperides.

"A little help, guys?" Edison called.

"A little busy," Purity replied sharply, dodging a saber and countering with enough fast slices to decimate the attacker. "Let me line these fuckers up, get them dead and then we'll talk help."

"I love you too," Edison deadpanned. Purity smiled, quickly looking around. She was completely surrounded.

Taking a deep breath, she feinted Lachesis left, spun, and pushed the thrusters as hard as she could. The following explosions rocked Lachesis, setting off all sorts of warnings that she really didn't have time to deal with.

Aeon was already back to the Hesperides, swords still ready, when Purity got there. The pirates - what was left of them - were retreating.

"I lost count," Purity commented, snuffing the sabers and stowing them.

Their comms crackled a moment later, before Purity had even thought to get Lachesis back into the ship.

"This is Helvetios Military Commander General Brice Steadman - NIN-ANA ship, please respond--"

"This is the NIN-ANA ship Hesperides," Edison quickly replied. "I don't think I like your welcoming committee."

"Neither do we," Steadman replied. "We're sending final docking instructions now. Please feel free to bring your mobile suits in separately for energy and repairs."

"This is Aeon Jester in Gundam Anaplekte - we copy."

"NIN-ANA's fabled Gundams." There was an almost whimsical tone in Steadman's voice. Purity wasn't entirely sure she liked it. But, with Helvetios looming ahead, she didn't really have much of a choice.

~*~

"Most of the damage is cosmetic," Aeon insisted to the overly-friendly dock workers and mechanics that swarmed the two Gundams and ship as soon as the airlock system had cleared. "No need to really do anything, I promise. If you give me the basics, I can pull maintenance myself."

"But you're our guest," one of the mechanics insisted. His stitched name badge identified him as 'Edric', Aeon noted before beginning another round of protests. While Commander Varuna always asked his subordinates to limit the number of hands on NIN-ANA's Gundams, Aeon also really just thought he could do it himself. Lachesis had a few more dings, but it wasn't bad either. And despite looking rough, the Hesperides was fine. It would need paint, definitely, but the giant burned spots weren't anywhere near as bad as they looked.

"A mission," Aeon countered. "I am a collaborator, not a guest." He kept his tone firm, but friendly.

"Commander Jester?"

Aeon winced as he turned. There, in what he supposed was a full Helvetian military uniform, stood a middle-aged man looking him over cautiously.

"General Steadman?" Aeon questioned. The man nodded, offering a hand.

"Please, call me Aeon," Aeon said as he accepted. "If you need to add something ridiculous in front, Team Leader would be the most appropriate."

Steadman's handshake was firm. "No disrespect intended. I do, however, wish you hadn't been introduced to our problem so early in your visit."

Aeon nodded. "I'm guessing they're staying too far out of range for Space Forces to step in, for all the good they usually do."

"We don't have a large military," Steadman replied, nodding. "I'm the only general. The military numbers in the low hundreds and most of that is volunteers. We've lost most of our mobile suits and while we have orders in with quite a few factories, we have neither pilots nor do we want this to be a permanent solution."

"We could take out the pirates," Purity piped up as she stepped in. She had her pilot-suit unzipped to her waist, sleeves tied. All she had on underneath was a white sports-bra that didn't leave too terribly much to the imagination.

"Allow me to introduce Purity Albion," Aeon said, gesturing. "She pilots Lachesis. Purity, this is General Steadman."

"A pleasure," Steadman said quickly, before taking Purity's hand.

"Forgive our appearance," Aeon said quickly. He suddenly felt a tiny bit self-conscious in his own suit.

"It's to be expected," Steadman replied. He shook his head. "You had a rough trip in, after all. I'm sure you'd rather get cleaned up and relax instead of listening to me rattle on."

"With all respect, sir--"

"Would we ever," Purity interrupted. She smiled. "Though after you tell us why we can't just go kill the pirates."

"Helvetios has no interest in aggression, only defense," Steadman explained.

"That's not a viable option," Aeon replied. "Unless you want this pattern to continue."

"We called you in for a reason." Steadman shifted, reaching up to rake a hand through his close-cut blond hair. It was a sharp contrast to his skin, which was nearly as dark as Purity's, but it didn't look strange. Aeon could only guess that he was trying to hide a bit of early grey.

"We've got time to talk," Aeon said. He saw Mercado talking to another couple of mechanics and gesturing at the Hesperides. "I think my team does need a chance to regroup, to be honest."

Steadman nodded. "A guest residence has been prepared for you," he said. "I'll have--"

He glanced back and then around.

"Where is that girl? Shelby!"

"Sir?" a squeaky voice called from over near Anaplekte. A moment later, a short young woman skittered over to the group. She didn't look up at anyone, instead looking at the hangar floor as she clutched a datapad to her chest.

"Shelby, this is Aeon Jester and Purity Albion." Steadman clearly looked frustrated with her, but Shelby just nodded before finally glancing up ever so slightly. Aeon was a little surprised by the thick glasses she wore. Only about three percent of poor eyesight couldn't be entirely corrected and for the remaining group, few couldn't be corrected to at least some type of thinner lens.

"It's nice to meet you," Aeon said softly.

Shelby just nodded.

Aeon glanced to Purity, who was giving him a very strange look in response. Definitely, something was already odd.

"Shelby, could you show Aeon and his team to the executive guest residence?" Steadman tried.

Finally, Shelby looked up. Her eyes were a sharp purple - a surprising contrast to the almost colorless silvery-white of her hair.

"Of course, sir," she said, nodding.

"Thank you," Aeon tried. "If you'll just follow us over to the Hesperides, we'll get changed and get our bags."

Shelby nodded, and Aeon glanced to Steadman. The general looked like he was about to cry. Obviously, Helvetios needed more help than Aeon had even considered.

~*~

Mercado drew close to Aeon while they stripped out of their suits.

"This place is weird," he commented. "Not bad, just..."

"NIN-ANA is weird to anyone who hasn't been there for three years," Aeon reminded him.

Mercado sighed. "You know what I mean."

"I do. But I need to spend more time talking to Steadman before I can say what's really going on here."

"You two whispering sweet nothings?" Purity questioned as she shimmied the rest of her suit off. "I'm jealous over here."

"Tactical planning," Mercado noted. "We'll be doing a lot of it. Get dressed."

"Yeah, I know," Purity replied. "Though a proper shower sounds so much better."

"A nap, once I wind down," Mercado said. He stretched, reaching for his uniform pants. It would take a little while for the adrenaline to clear his system, he knew, but he figured he could jog a little, or just explore. While he knew Purity and Aeon were likely concerned with strange hands on their machines, the Hesperides was a fairly standard shuttle and anything it needed, he trusted the dock crew to handle. Besides, he'd check it all before leaving anyway.

He didn't think this was an ambush. But it was something. They'd just have to puzzle it out. At least they'd be able to contact Varuna and try to wrangle a few more details from him. Mercado wondered just how much Varuna actually knew. Though Varuna always seemed to know far more than he ever let on.

"I want to start making notes for what I want to discuss with Steadman," Aeon said after a moment. He'd already peeled off his suit and gotten his lower half covered.

"I want to know what's up with that girlie," Purity said as she pinned her hair up. It still looked a bit like a deep blue waterfall as the ends trailed down, but it wasn't everywhere, at least.

While Mercado quite liked Purity's hair - and Aeon's, too - he couldn't do it himself. Anything longer than a few inches and he marched down to get it chopped off. So much easier. Wait--

"Girlie?" Mercado questioned.

"You probably looked right over her," Purity replied. "Short, quiet, pretending to be invisible."

"She seems to be our liaison," Aeon added. "I think she's just shy. And that she hasn't met anyone like us before."

"Oh." Mercado tugged on a t-shirt and then his uniform jacket to cover the tattoos that trailed down both arms. "Okay."

He could handle shy, he supposed. Though why a quiet girl would be their liaison, he wasn't sure.

"I think she'll be okay." Aeon pulled on his own shirt and grabbed his jacket. He smiled. "Mission start."

~*~

[MA] Gundam Iscariot:: Mitra & Varuna Lucera, routine maintenance (in the shower)

[kalloway]

Shh... I know I'm just sneaking in...

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"Mitra?"

Mitra nodded, quick to his feet from where he'd settled to wait for Varuna to finish off the many things being worked on and unplug for a bit.

"You didn't need to get up," Varuna added, smiling as he opened his eyes. "But I suppose I shouldn't complain."

"Then why--"

"If you have time later, you should do a curfew check--"

"I can have--"

"You should do it in person," Varuna suggested as he unplugged his first set of cables. Mitra frowned. He could tell how stiff Varuna was and he ached to offer some assistance. He also didn't know why--

"Why?" Mitra questioned. Varuna pretended to be far too busy with the next set of cables to answer right away.

"Your fan club is meeting," he finally replied. "You should put in an appearance."

"I do not--"

"I could go in your place--

"That's half the problem!" Mitra did reach for Varuna as he uncoupled the last cables and lurched forward a bit. They were both quiet for a long moment as Varuna relaxed in Mitra's arms.

"How do you know my fan club is meeting?" Mitra muttered against Varuna's shoulder. "And are you ready to move?"

"Not yet," Varuna replied. "And one of the messages was sent with a malformed address. It went to the error log and I check that every now and then."

Varuna was warmer than Mitra had expected him to be, which wasn't a bad thing. Also not nearly as smelly, but they'd long since stopped mentioning that detail.

"I will never understand why I have a fan club," Mitra commented as Varuna shifted against him.

"I will never understand why you don't enjoy it more," Varuna replied. "I'm a bit jealous, you know."

Mitra groaned. Varuna had a very different sort of fan club. He had colony leaders, generals, businessmen.

"I think I can walk on my own," Varuna said a moment later, though he didn't entirely pull away.

Mitra didn't mind Varuna's weight against him as they walked the short distance to the private bathroom located just off Varuna's inner office.

"You can give me more work--"

"I've got everything under control--"

"I could at least handle an error report--"

"Which one?" Varuna questioned. "There are something like... eighty-seven of them. Unless something is horribly wrong, they're not worth delegating."

The lights flickered on in the bathroom as they entered - soft lighting against deep grey tile.

"Here..." Mitra helped Varuna settled on a padded bench.

"I can get the water myself--"

"Let me feel vaguely useful," Mitra frowned as he opened the shower stall door and set the water temperature and intensity, along with a slight delay so they wouldn't be too wasteful while getting undressed. He couldn't help thinking about those error reports--

"Mitra--"

"I know which ones you mean," Mitra replied as he closed the stall door and moved to shrug off his uniform jacket. He'd nearly forgotten about them - they were the sort of thing that should have been delegated off somewhere at some point. Useless reports - bad message addresses, students testing doors they shouldn't be testing... "Why are you still--"

"Why not?" Varuna questioned. He stood and stretched, staring straight into Mitra's eyes. Mitra nodded. There was no need to keep pushing it. Obviously, it was something Varuna enjoyed doing.

They undressed in relative silence, other than the sound of the shower turning on and adjusting a handful of times. Mitra couldn't help glancing away from his own uniform to watch Varuna peel away skintight black. Already, clean uniforms were waiting for them both, though Mitra wasn't quite sure what Varuna's plans were once he'd gotten cleaned up.

Normally, Varuna did all of this alone, though it had been a bit longer than usual this time, and Mitra could still see the stiffness in Varuna's movements.

"Let me get your plugs," Mitra said almost without realizing. While Varuna's ports were relatively resistant when empty, plugs were still safer.

Varuna nodded as he balled up his clothing and tossed it under the bench.

Mitra grabbed the plastic basket of plugs from beside the sink, sorting through which were which with practiced ease.

"Ready?" Mitra questioned, to which Varuna turned and braced himself against the wall.

Mitra took a deep breath and popped in the lower four first, then the four along Varuna's spine. Only one got any sort of reaction, and before Mitra could get the last four, Varuna turned and took them from Mitra's hands, popping them in as he marched towards the shower.

"I've finally realized how disgusting I feel," Varuna commented as he reached back for Mitra's hand. Mitra was there and took it, following quickly.

"I'll wash your hair when you're ready--"

"I should wash yours, too."

Varuna had them both in the stall in seconds, smiling as the water poured over him. His silver-white hair flattened against his shoulders and back and as he closed his eyes, he leaned back to let it wash over his face.

Mitra just watched for a moment before making sure he had everything - shampoo, conditioner, soap, a toothbrush and toothpaste, even.

Before Varuna could ask, Mitra handed him a washcloth to wipe off his face and whisk away the tiny water droplets that had formed on his eyelashes. When he opened his eyes, Mitra quickly glanced away.

"I should be more concerned with soap, shouldn't I?" Varuna questioned, moving to stretch and rinse his sides and underarms.

"It's not that," Mitra replied, shaking his head. "We just haven't done this in awhile."

"We'll have to change that," Varuna quickly commented. Mitra doubted it would happen, but he was pleased either way.

"Here..." Mitra grabbed for a bottle of body wash - a neutral scent that seemed to go well on anyone.

"Thank you." Varuna reached for the bottle, but Mitra shook his head. Instead, he uncapped it and squeezed some out onto his hand before setting it back on a ledge.

"I've got it," Mitra said, rubbing his hands together once and then reaching for Varuna. Shoulders and neck first, tense-- perhaps once they got into bed, if that was where they were headed, Mitra could see about working some of that out.

Varuna closed his eyes and let out a little moan as Mitra worked lower, down over his chest. Varuna's nipples were nearly as pale as the rest of his skin but hard from the temperature changes. Mitra let his fingers linger over them, watching as Varuna parted his lips ever so slightly.

But not yet - Varuna's arms were next, and his armpits where only the tiniest bit of white fluff was threatening to grow.

Mitra squeezed out a bit more body wash and then went back to work, trailing his soapy hands down Varuna's sides and stomach, hesitating at his hips.

"I should get your hair," Mitra thought out loud, rubbing the last of the soap from his hands onto his own body. He'd already showered for the day, but he wouldn't dream of foregoing this.

"Please," Varuna said, opening his eyes. He had a brief far-away look that suggested other things had Varuna's attention and Mitra frowned.

"Doctor Hisano has three Second Years with minor injuries in her care. One needs stitches, the others just a bit of glue and bandages and a stern reminder on safety procedures when dealing with sheet metal, which I'm sure Eris will handle," Varuna explained. "I'm sorry. She'd marked it high priority."

Mitra nodded. He was fairly sure he knew which three Second Years, considering who spent the most time on projects. But if Amde had everything under control, then it wasn't a concern.

Steering Varuna under the water, Mitra washed away some of the suds and then made sure Varuna's hair was thoroughly soaked.

Then he slid under the water himself, enjoying the warm spray while he worked shampoo into Varuna's white mane. He trailed sudsy hands down over Varuna's back and smiled at the tell-tale hiss as he found the most sensitive of Varuna's ports.

Now it was time for more body wash. Mitra stayed behind Varuna, sliding his hands over Varuna's hips and thighs and down. And then up again, slipping one hand between Varuna's legs to clean the soft skin behind his scrotum. Varuna moaned and Mitra pressed close in case Varuna needed to lean on him.

"Mitra--"

"Are you dirty down here?" Mitra questioned, rubbing carefully. He moved his hand forward over Varuna's scrotum, making sure he was actually washing and not just having fun.

Varuna squirmed. "Nnn, Mitra--"

"I thought so," Mitra said as he took Varuna's penis in his hand and gave it a few gentle strokes. It hardened in his grasp and he smiled as Varuna reached to steady himself on one of the shower's grab bars.

"Where else are you dirty?" Mitra questioned. He still had soap on his other hand and used it to run down Varuna's ass, then between and against tight muscle. "Here?"

"Not in the shower--"

Mitra chuckled, pressing his own erection against Varuna and lazily stroking his hand over Varuna's. "Why not?"

"Too wobbly," Varuna replied softly. Mitra nodded against Varuna's shoulder.

"Let's get your hair taken care of, then," Mitra said. He kissed Varuna's neck as he moved to work the suds from Varuna's hair.

No sooner had Mitra worked the conditioner into Varuna's hair than Varuna had slipped away to sit on the tiled bench built into the far wall of the stall. He was still aroused, and Mitra couldn't help watching him.

"I'll get my hair," Mitra said, smiling as he started washing himself. He knew Varuna was watching him. "I should get everything--"

Slipping a hand down, Mitra ran it over his own erection a couple of times while rinsing out shampoo with his other hand.

"Let's not waste too much water," Varuna said as he got to his feet. "I'm not half so inefficient when I have to muddle through this on my own."

"I could pull records--"

"I could delete them before you ever saw them--"

"Then I'd know you're lying--"

Varuna shut him up with a fierce kiss that Mitra hadn't expected at all. Was Varuna really kissing him and getting the conditioner out of his hair at the same time? And that was Varuna's hand between them, rubbing Mitra's erection and likely his own.

Mitra moaned into Varuna's mouth and retaliated. If this was going to turn into a battle, so be it. He blindly reached til he found the conditioner and dumped some on his own head, not letting go of Varuna. He worked it through one-handed, keeping his other hand on Varuna's back, alternating between the smooth skin of Varuna's ass and the sensitive spots around dataports.

Varuna jerked against him, breaking the kiss as he came first, hard and hot against Mitra's stomach. He cried out against Mitra's shoulder and Mitra held him as best he could.

Spent, Varuna sunk to his knees, looking up at Mitra for a long moment before leaning enough to take Mitra's erection into his mouth.

Mitra squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to find a grab bar for one hand while desperately trying to get the conditioner back out of his hair with the other while being horribly distracted. Varuna knew just what he was doing and it was definitely not in the name of preserving colony resources.

Varuna took Mitra in deep, leaving Mitra clinging to the grab-bar and moaning as he came.

He was still seeing stars when Varuna finished rinsing his hair and the rest of his body.

"Varuna--"

"I get to keep my error reports?" Varuna questioned as he turned the water off without touching the panel.

"Fine," Mitra managed as he got the stall door open and dragged in a pair of large and fluffy black towels from a rod outside. He wrapped one around Varuna first, and then used the other on Varuna's hair.

"And you get to keep your fan club," Varuna added after another minute.

"That's completely unrelated," Mitra said as he stepped out and grabbed a towel for himself. "You like your error reports and I--"

"Mmmhmmm."

"You are not implying that I like my fan club. That's--"

You've done nothing to discourage them and it's been how many years since--"

"That's not the point. The point is that--"

"We have time for a bit of a nap before curfew check, you know."

Mitra sighed and started putting on at least enough clothing to get to their quarters. He had thoroughly lost this round, which - aside from knowing he'd later be subject to giggling girls swooning over him - didn't bother him at all.