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'

Comments

[zeonfunnelcake]

His reaction, as Haman understood it, was quite adorable. And to think he was a pilot! Someone like him seem more suited for a peaceful age.
"As you please." There was something sweet in the deep honey texture of her voice. "I will continue to work for a swift end to this war, so that all of us, including you, may find these things we desire." She thought of her own ambitions in life, and how they too would never be fulfilled.

[zaku_for_xmas]

"Yes ma'am!" He saluted, "As for me, I will do the same."