It's in the stars. It's been written in the scars on our hearts.

[zeonfunnelcake]

[1] Haman took a deep breath before she turned on the console that sat on the old desk in her makeshift office. This moment had been a long time coming, and the council who waited on the other side of the conference waited with little patients for the pink haired Regent's words.

"For a long time now we, the Principality of Zeon, had fought a long and bitter war. We barely have time to weep before we must charge off again into battle, and though it pains us all, it is what we must do. For our children, and their children and for the world we want to leave behind for them. For Princess Mineva. For the peace that all spacenoids deserve and desire! Although our victories have been great, and still the day is not won. The fight rages on all sides of us, on all fronts. Our enemies are abundant, and they wish to tear the dreams of our children right out their tiny hands! They desire only for the fighting to continue without end, when all we truly desire is peace and independence!
I, therefore, make this decree: We must punish those who wish to tarnish our glorious name first! The Titans must be stopped! And Stopped now! There is no more time to wait and try and reason with madmen! What they do in our name hurts us all, every man, woman and child living in space is threatened by their mere exsistance now. We have a responsibility to put down these runaway curs so our allies and enemies alike can see that we, the True Heart of Zeon, do not share their warmongering attitude!
So I ask you now, do you treasure the children of space? Do you care for their future and their right to live without oppression and war on a daily basis? Then now is the time we must rise up and destroy the traitors and their threat to our peace!"
Even the old men could not deny the power of Haman's words. She had always been persuasive and powerful orator, and now was no different.

When at last their conference had ended Haman took the crown from her brow and sighed heavily. Once the communications where shut off fully, did Minerva climb up in her lap with big saucer eyes. She said nothing as she settled into Haman's lap and began weaving a bit a string around her fingers. The regent put a hand on the child's head and sighed deeply, the little's girls warmth melting the icy fear in her heart.



[2] Some time after the adrenaline afterglow had faded from Haman's heart she might be found in the mess hall, sitting across the table from Mineva, their plates pushed away so make room. Mineva had string around her fingers, woven together just so that when Haman pinched it here and pulled it around, the whole designed changed and transferred easily to her hands.
An old children's game Haman had almost forgotten from her own youth, and now she played it with Mineva.


[3] [private to Hixar]
Haman had sent one of her guards out into the ship to hunt down the Gundam pilot. When the man found Hixar he handed him note penned in pink ink. 'Please come see me when you have the time. I have a business matter I wish to discuss with you. - Regent of the Principality of Zeon, Haman Karn'

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[zeonfunnelcake]

Mineva held her hands out to him with a grin. Finally someone else who knew this silly game Haman had taught her.

"And so did mine." Haman added with a gracious smirk. "Frankly I found your trouble making, amusing. Except for the time your riled Kamille to near foaming at the mouth." Why was this so hard? "And Lord knows what you've done, by Mineva seems to think you're... 'fun'."

[inneedofasmoke]

[Luger inspects the pattern of the string, letting out an impressed whistle.]

Well you taught liebling quite well I see.

[He grins at Haman cheekily.]

And I live to entertain herr Karn I'm happy to hear you enjoy my work.

[He says nothing about Mineva, but he does pat the Princess of Zeon once more.]

[zeonfunnelcake]

"I propose a..." She paused, searching deeply for the right word. " consanguinity of sorts." Haman reached across the table to Mineva, and pinched the strings in just such a way that when she turned her fingers through the whole web it transferred easily to her hands in a new configuration.
"We are not unlike this little game, pinching and pulling one another."
Mineva hooked the threads with her pinkies, around and through, and the weave had changed hands again. "Each time, the pattern becomes different, more complex. But it is all only one thread." Haman pulled the string loose from the child's hands and let it hang off her fingers tips.
With a deft, and well practiced motion she re spun the web and the game began over again.
"My place here is becoming more and more precarious as the days go by. And it is strange that I say this, but a friend is something I cannot buy."

[inneedofasmoke]

You want to be friends with a madman?

[At this Luger chuckles. He shakes his head in amusement for a while.]

... I don't see a problem with that. But we will have to wait and see how my.... personal matter is resolved.

[zeonfunnelcake]

"And many would call me a monster, or worse if the door is closed. I find people are often more than their reputation. Madness dose not frighten me anymore, he is a bed fellow who is always near in her hand." Haman's chest felt tight, she was not very good at non-political social situations.
"Of course. If there is anything we do can to help, the princess has insisted I do so. I maybe the regent, but she is royalty. You can't much argue with that face either."

As if on cue Mineva grinned, even as she wove the thread onto her fingers from Haman's.

[inneedofasmoke]

[Luger grins at that.]

I thank you both for your gracious offer. I'll ask when I can think of the right thing.