Episode zero, Act 4: Quatre Raberba Winner The meeting with the Maganac that would change Quatre's destiny. *Picture of a colony in space.* When the colonies were first constructed, the women who lived a difficult life in the unnatural environment of space suffered from abnormalities of the reproductive system. It became illegal to have children except as test tube babies. This problem was finally conquered and women could bear children naturally again, starting in A.C. 100, when colony life became more stable. A.C. 180 *A woman lies in bed, in a large bedroom, surrounded by medical equipment. A doctor and nurse monitor things. Mr. Winner holds a crying newborn infant.* However, the Winner family, which had been in space since the colonies were first developed, still experienced reproductive abnormalities. Mr. Winner: I don't know any other woman as idiotic as you... You knew that giving birth to this child would cost you your life. Quaterine: *Looking beautiful and peaceful with big Quatre eyes and wavy blonde hair.* But... I wanted to have your child... Mr. Winner: ...Quaterine. Quaterine: *Closing her eyes.* Doctor: She's passed away. Quatre: Waaah! Waaah! Mr. Winner: Quatre, take a good look. Your mother was a proud and strong woman... Shinkidousenki Gundam Wing Episode Zero, Act 4: Quatre Raberba Winner A.C. 193 *A shuttle is flying towards Earth. A man in a suit sits beside a bored young Quatre.* Man: We'll arrive on Earth soon, Quatre-sama. Quatre: Yeah... Quatre: It's a boring planet. After all, it just happened to naturally produce primordial mold. But even so... *Thinking:* that's better than what I am. *In the cockpit, an instrument panel begins to beep.* Pilot: Wh-what's that?! Rasid: *On the view screen.* Your shuttle is completely surrounded. Follow our instructions and don't give us any trouble. Other Pilot: Who are you?! *Shot of the shuttle surrounded by spaceships.* Rasid: We are Maganac (the family)! If you resist, we'll fire! Pilot: *Coming to talk to Quatre, who still appears bored and doesn't even look at him.* They appear to have captured four of the Winner family's ships. Right now they're headed to the resource satellite MO-III, taking us with them! Man in suit: What shall we do, Quatre-sama? Quatre: ...It has nothing to do with me. Man: *Sweat drop.* Ha? Quatre: *Leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed.* I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we get there. Both men: *Sweat drop.* ...... *Back in the cockpit.* Other Pilot: He's sleeping?! Pilot: Yeah. Pilot: Well, I guess that's the kind of attitude we should expect from the next head of the Winner family, but the way he looks down on people..... Other Pilot: Hn. There's no help for it, he's a Winner, born out of a test tube. Quatre: *Sleeping peacefully.* Resource Satellite MO-III *Shot of a satellite that looks like a many-pronged Christmas tree ornament.* This satellite was put up for the benefit of Earth, and the laborers were all recruited from Earth. However, most of them were unemployed people and those who held anti-Federation beliefs. The actual circumstances were that they were in detention on the satellite, without even receiving proper pay. *Shot of some Maganac Mobile Suits.* *Shot of some Maganacs guarding the pilot, other pilot, and man in the suit, who are all tied together.* Rasid: Hurry up! We have to be out of here before the Federation gets here! Quatre: I'm Quatre Raberba Winner. Rasid: I don't feel like giving you my name. What do you want? Quatre: What do you intend to do with us? Auda: You're a hostage. Until we can escape from here. Quatre: Sorry, but I don't have any value, except as a collection of organic chemicals. I don't think I'll be much use as a hostage. Quatre: No one loves me, and I don't love anyone. And... Quatre: they can make as many of me as they want. *Rasid is talking to Mr. Winner, who appears on a big screen.* Rasid: We're taking the workers here back to Earth. I intend to reunite them with their families. Mr. Winner: I understand... I accept your conditions. You have free use of all the Winner resources there. And we will try to stop the Federation from pursuing you. Rasid: Thanks. Winner-sama, you're a good man. Mr. Winner: May I speak with my son for a moment? Rasid: Oh, sure. Quatre: What is it? Mr. Winner: What are you doing there? Quatre: *Almost smiling, and looking almost sad and almost defiant.* You're surprised that one of your tools did something on its own, aren't you? Mr. Winner: You... You're still talking like that?! Quatre: *Upset now.* Of course! You just created me and my sisters to suit the needs of the Winner family! Because you wanted people who would do exactly as you told them to! Mr. Winner: Quatre! That's not true! Quatre: *Clenching his fist.* I'll prove it to you! Quatre: I'll prove that even people like us can think for ourselves and do things ourselves and talk for ourselves! Mr. Winner: Is that why you're running away to Earth? Quatre: What's wrong with that?! *A hand grabs the surprised Quatre by the shoulder. Rasid turns him around and smacks him hard across the face.* Quatre: *Holding a hand up to the big scuff mark on his face.* Wh-what did you do that for?! Rasid: I don't know what your situation is, but have a little more pride in yourself. Quatre: ?! Rasid: I... I was also born out of a test tube. Quatre: *Staring at him.* *Meanwhile, back at the Winner home.* Mr. Winner: ...That disrespectful, disobedient son... Iria: You've never told him, have you, father. Iria: It was because of him that mother died... If he knew that, his heart would probably be even more troubled. Mr. Winner: That's not it, Iria. Iria: Oh? Mr. Winner: There's no reason to speak of being created out of a test tube or otherwise! You are all my children. Iria: We are grateful to have a father like you. But... *Looking at a photograph of little Quatre hanging happily on his father's arm.* Iria: Quatre takes after you; he's a very kind child... Mr. Winner: Hn. *A shot of the pointy satellite. Inside, Ahmad is herding workers along.* Ahmad: No need to panic, but please move quickly. *Quatre is watching from a balcony, with Professor H.* Professor H.: They're unusual men. It's not like we asked for their help, but they came to rescue us anyway. Professor H.: In times like these, many people are made to suffer. These men may intend to rescue every single victim... Quatre: Why... why do they do it? Professor H.: I don't know. But that man called Rasid said it was a matter of pride. Quatre: *Looking surprised, still with a scuff mark on his face.* Pride? Professor H.: Whatever their circumstances, everyone who has life should live in a way that they can be proud of themselves. He said that's how the Maganacs live. Quatre: I wonder, were they all born from test tubes...? Professor H.: Yeah. That's why they call themselves Maganac (family) I guess. No other men are as pure and kind as they are. Professor H.: Like you. Quatre: ..... Professor H.: *Walking away.* Well, I guess I'm off. Quatre: Um, where are you going? The ship that's going to Earth is this way. *Pointing.* Professor H.: Hey, I'm a certified mad scientist you know. I couldn't live on the Earth. Professor H.: I just might end up hiding out in your home. When that time comes, I'm counting on you, hm? Quatre: *Watching him leave.* ..... Maganac traitor: *Hiding around a corner, talking into a radio device.* This is Iscariot. I'll communicate our location. Quatre: *Turning his head to see whose conversation he is overhearing.* *Shot of three huge spaceships that look like they mean business.* Spaceship: This is the Federation Army Cosmo Arm. *Angry Maganacs listen to the broadcast.* Spaceship: Cease any useless resistance and surrender peacefully. Hostages mean nothing to us. We have orders to attack, regardless of who is aboard. Abdoul: H-how did they know where we were? Ahmad: That was way too fast for them to find us! Rasid: Okay! Launch the spaceships as soon as possible! Maganacs, prepare for battle! Quatre: You have one vacancy. *Quatre is standing with the tied up traitor. Now, how did he manage that?* Rasid: *Turning his head to see them.* Judas?! Judas: ....... Quatre: He was using this to transmit information... *Holding out the radio.* Rasid: Judas... You gave out our location? Maganac: You scum, you sold us out to the Federation?! Judas: Hn! I'm just trying to take care of myself!! Auda: *Grabbing the traitor's vest.* You bastard!! Ahmad: Stop it! He's not part of our family anymore. Rasid: *To Quatre.* Thanks. Quatre: No need. Quatre: I too was just thinking about myself. Rasid: ....You have a much better look in your eyes now. *Judas sees his chance and lunges for Auda's gun. The ropes fly off of him. Bad tying job, Quatre.* *Quatre notes this with alarm.* Quatre: Look out! *Dashing in front of Rasid and shoving him out of the way.* *Judas fires the gun at Rasid. It hits Quatre in the shoulder, and Rasid in the upper chest.* Quatre: *On his knees, clutching his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut.* ......... Auda: You! *Firing at Judas as he runs away and hitting him in the back.* Judas: Guaaa! *Presumably dying.* *Rasid has fallen to his knees too, holding his chest. Maganacs come running. Ahmad sees to Rasid while Abdoul puts a hand on Quatre's back.* Ahmad: Captain! Rasid: ...... Abdoul: Are you okay, kid! Quatre: Forget about me, take care of your captain... He's important to you people..... *Meanwhile, Federation Mobile Suits move in around the satellite. A spaceship of liberated workers is launched.* Abdoul: *Strapped into his Mobile Suit.* How many spaceships have yet to take off? Someone: Just one. Abdoul: Alright! We'll do whatever it takes to stop the Federation pursuit! Auda: Can we do it? They've got over a hundred Leos! Abdoul: There are thirty-eight of us. We'll just each take out three of them. Quatre: Wait! *Quatre's vest is gone, and his shirt is unbuttoned. Underneath, bandages are wrapped around his chest.* Quatre: I'm going, too! It's my fault in the first place for not tying him well enough... Auda: *Sweat drop.* What are you talking about...? He grabbed my gun... Auda: Shut up, kid, this isn't some game!! Quatre: I want to fight! With your family! Even I might be some help... No, I want to prove that I can help! I want to become someone with a little bit of pride! Auda: Beat it, kid, or I'll step on you and crush you! Ahmad: Wait, Auda. The kid's serious. Ahmad: Can you pilot a Mobile Suit? Quatre: Leave it to me! Auda: What do you say, Captain? Rasid: *On the viewscreen.* It was thanks to him that I wasn't hit in a vital spot. Loan him my goggles. Auda: Understood! Auda: *Tossing the goggles down to Quatre, who catches them.* Kid! Take the Captain's Mobile Suit! Quatre: *Happily.* Acknowledged! *Scene of the Maganac Mobile Suits flying into battle, Quatre's in the front.* Ahmad: Kid, don't do anything reckless! Quatre: *In the pilot seat, wearing the goggles.* There's no point in saying that to me now! Quatre: UOOOOOOOH! *Quatre hacks up innumerable enemy Leos.* Auda: Squad one, fire on the enemy that's gathered together in the center! Squad one leader: Right! Auda: Squad two, spread out and back up Squad one. Squad two leader: Understood! Auda: Squad three, go back and make sure the escape route is secure!! Squad three leader: Acknowledged! Quatre: Auda-san, please lead the attack force around the right wing. I'll chase the enemy towards you. Auda: Got it! But don't call me 'san' anymore! You're wearing the Captain's goggles! Quatre: *Happily* ..... Quatre: Here I go! Abdoul: That kid's not bad. Ahmad: Especially considering his arm is wounded! Abdoul: Yeah... That's the real thing. *A spaceship launches from the colony.* Rasid: *On the monitor.* Good work, everyone! The last ship has left the docking bay. Withdraw! Quatre: Acknowledged. Everyone, please withdraw. I'll pursue the rest of the enemy and destroy them! Auda: *Sweat drop.* What?! Ahmad: *Sweat drop.* There are more than twenty enemy Mobile Suits left!! Abdoul: *Sweat drop.* You'll die!! Quatre: Don't you want to go back to the Earth?! Please hurry and leave!! Rasid: *On view screen, bandaged and bloodstained.* You've done well. .....That's enough. Quatre: I haven't yet proven myself worthy of being a Maganac, have I? Rasid: You've done more than enough. So come with us to Earth... Quatre: Earth... Rasid: The sky, the sea, the mountains, ...and the desert... they are all places that cause lives to shine. Quatre: *Closing his eyes.* That sounds nice. I'd like to go. Quatre: *Pulling back on some control lever.* I don't know how many years it will take, but I promise I'll join you there. Until then, I have to make myself stronger! *Quatre's Mobile Suit blasts off after the enemy.* Quatre: *Thinking.* That's right. I don't want to run away to Earth. I really want to go there to find my true self. Rasid: Idiots, withdraw! Auda: C-captain. Rasid: If our thirty-nine Maganac Mobile Suits return safely to Earth, it's thanks to that gentleman. Ahmad: Gentleman? Abdoul: You're talking about the kid? Rasid: The Maganacs are in his debt. From now on, you will call him 'Quatre-sama.' That's an order. Auda: *Enthusiastically.* No need to make it an order. We've fallen in love with that kid..... I mean, Quatre-sama. Rasid: Right. The next time Quatre met the Maganacs was two years later, in the year A.C. 195, when Operation Meteor was launched. Mr. Winner: *Talking on the phone.* Is that so... He fought until the end...? Mr. Winner: *Putting down the phone and thinking:* Quaterine, that's your son... prouder than anyone... stronger than anyone. Quatre: *Removing his goggles.* I won't die yet... Not until I've walked on the Earth. There was no more uncertainty in Quatre's eyes. Act 4, End. Translation by Katherine, Copyright © The GW Archive. Do not move from here.