Episode zero, Act 5: Trowa Barton A.C. 190 Trowa's past, finally revealed...! He had no name. He had no past. From the time he was old enough to be aware of his surroundings, he was part of a mercenary corps. Trowa: *In a Mobile Suit that's been hit all over.* This is No-name. Damage to various parts has rendered this Mobile Suit non-operational. I'm leaving the line of battle. Officer: Understood. Good work!! Trowa: *Walking through a forest, holding a gun. He hears something and pulls the gun up.* Come out! *A young girl with blonde hair and an electronic gizmo around her neck emerges.* Trowa: What are you doing in a place like this? Midii: I... I'm Midii. Midii Une. Title: Shinkidousenki Gundam Wing, Episode Zero, Act 5: Trowa Barton *Guys are sitting around on crates. In the background are military trucks and the ruins of buildings.* Soldier: Captain, let's quit the rebellion forces and fight for the Federation Army! We keep losing, and we don't get much money out of it... Other Soldier: They say the Federation pays good! Captain: Idiots! The war only goes on because the rebel army exists!! If we all side with the Federation, this war will be over!! *Trowa is doing some obscure maintenance on something. The girl is fooling with her electronic gizmo.* Trowa: There's work here, if you want it. Midii: *Still fooling with the gizmo.* ...Why did you rescue me? Trowa: Because we're the same. Midii: Huh? Trowa: You're me... Midii: What do you mean? Trowa: ..... *Flashback: Two horses race along pulling a circus wagon, as bombs explode in the road all around. A man drives, clutching a baby. A woman hugs a little girl, obviously Cathrine. There is a big explosion, and the baby is flung into the air. The wagon is destroyed. The baby looks at the wreck. At this point, although his hair is parted on the side, it doesn't fall over one eye. Then we see Trowa as a young boy. Now his hair is starting to behave in a Trowa-like manner. His clothes and face are dirty, and he is standing all alone in a field staring at the night sky.* Little Trowa: Space... I bet it's better than being here. Little Trowa: *Looks at a huge truck which pulls up beside him.* Captain: Kid, what's your name? Little Trowa: ..... *Shakes his head.* Captain: No name, huh? Come here. We'll feed you at least. *Trowa is wearing gloves, still fixing something. Midii holds out a cross on a chain.* Trowa: *Looking up at it.* What's that? Midii: It's to thank you for rescuing me. Wear this, and God will protect you. Trowa: *Gazing at the cross in his gloved hand.* Captain: Hey, No-name! We're leaving. Trowa: Right. *Climbs down to join the others.* Midii: But you know what...? I hate you. *The convoy drives past a circus tent. Trowa looks out the window at it, as does Midii.* Captain: *Driving the truck.* Hmm. Who'd have thought you two would have any interest in circuses? I guess you're still children, after all. Midii: Does it bring back memories? Trowa: No. Why did you ask that? Midii: You looked like you were remembering. Trowa: There's nothing to remember. I've been a soldier since I was born. Midii: *Poking at her electronic gizmo.* I guess so... Cathrine: *Watching the trucks go by.* Hurry and get out of here! You're an eyesore! *Thinking:* War... *Flashback of little Cathrine crying over the wreck of the circus wagon.* Nine years ago, Cathrine Bloom lost her parents and infant brother in a bombing raid. She has hated war ever since. Cathrine: *Standing, wearing shorts, holding a tarp or something, and glaring after the trucks.* *In contrast to the previous scene, snow is falling. The soldiers are in their Mobile Suits.* Captain: This surprise attack is going to work! I can just picture the faces of the Feds! Trowa: *Wearing a jacket with a hood or scarf around his neck. He's also wearing the cross.* *Suddenly, lots of Mobile Suits are firing guns at them.* Captain: What?! They knew! That can't be!! Trowa: Let's withdraw, Captain!! Captain: You withdraw. I'll stop them here as best I can. Trowa: But... Captain: Follow your orders! Trowa: ...Acknowledged. *The Captain's Mobile Suit takes numerous hits.* Soldier who was previously suggesting joining the Federation and has now done so: Sorry, Captain. We have our livelihood to think of. Captain: You bastards... Idiots! What are you apologizing to your enemy for? Soldier: Our contract is to kill all resistance fighters. Get ready! Captain: Too bad you won't be able to fulfill your end of the contract. *Spewing ammunition at them. Then his gun stops firing.* Soldier: I told you! You can't rely on those pathetic weapons the resistance loans you. Captain: Shut up! Kill me and get it over with!! *Trowa's Mobile Suit charges in, gun blasting. The mercenaries' Mobile Suits are blown away.* Trowa: Come on, Captain, let's withdraw together. Captain: ...They were the ones who raised you. Trowa: But they betrayed us. Captain: ...Are you thinking that they sold information? Trowa: Didn't they? Captain: Fool! They wouldn't do that! Trowa: I have no regrets. I kill the enemy I see before me. I'm only practicing what they taught me. Captain: You're... not human, are you. Trowa: No, I'm not. I've always been a soldier. The rebel army's surprise attack that had promised great results, ended in failure. *Midii is serving food back at the snowy base. She ladles some out for Trowa.* Midii: No-name, can't you look sad? You killed the men who used to be your comrades, didn't you? Trowa: I used up all my sadness when I was a baby. Midii: And you're going to keep on acting like this, killing your own heart, aren't you? Trowa: *Looking at the gizmo around her neck. Thinking:* It's that, is it...? Midii: How long do you plan to wear that mask that never cries? Trowa: For as long as I manage to live... Midii: *Watching him go and gripping her electronic gizmo.* *Planes drop bombs and wreak carnage.* It was a huge scale operation to devastate the rebel forces. *A soldier shields his face from a blast. Midii screams.* Trowa: Grab my hand, Midii! *She reaches up to him, and they speed away on a motorcycle.* Midii: I'm not going to thank you! Trowa: Don't worry, I'm not expecting you to. Midii: I... I have no right to live... Trowa: ... *Driving through the explosions.* Neither do I. *Enemy Mobile Suits are flying in.* Captain: Don't retreat! Do whatever it takes to crush them! *Bits of Mobile Suits are everywhere. The Captain lies bleeding on the ground. Trowa kneels beside him.* Captain: *Being dead.* Trowa: ...... Trowa: *Looking over at Midii.* How much did you get? Midii: *Looking sullen and holding her electronic gizmo.* Enough so that my three little brothers and my sick father will be able to eat for a while. Trowa: That game around your neck is a transmitter, isn't it...? The Federation could hear every move we made. Midii: That's right... But you're still alive. You're the only one. Trowa: *Yanking off the cross necklace and throwing it on the ground.* Because of this? Midii: I'll tell you. That cross is also a transmitter. Trowa: *Pulling a gun on her.* Midii: Even you can get angry, hm? No-name... Midii: You once said that I was you. But really I'm completely different. I'm not happy like you. Trowa: You're saying I'm happy? Midii: *Taking the gizmo off.* You have freedom. You're lots happier than me. Midii: *Thinking:* I like you. Midii: You have nothing that can be taken away from you. No name, no past, right now, not even companions. Midii: I have the name Midii Une. I have a sick father and three little brothers. Midii: *Thinking:* I love you. Midii: Because of that, I had to become a spy and cause the deaths of lots of people. Midii: I can't even say "I love you" to the person I love! Do you understand why?! Trowa: ..... Midii: Because I'm not empty like you! I have too much! Family! A home! The knowledge of what bad things I've done! Midii: *Thinking:* I wanted to always be with you... Midii: That's why I hate empty people like you! Midii: *Thinking:* Always with you, who I love...! Trowa: Is that all you've got to say? Midii: ...?! Trowa: You're better off than me. You have somewhere to go home to. Trowa: Goodbye, Midii. Midii: *Closing her eyes and thinking:* Goodbye, No-name... *Two shots are fired. Midii slowly opens her eyes. The electronic gizmo and the cross lie on the ground, broken and smoking.* Midii: Wait... Wait, No-name! Trowa: That's not me. I have a name. I am... Trowa: *Standing in a field, looking up.* ...a traveler who's looking for a home to return to. And then he made his way into space. "In space, they're waiting for me!" Translation by Katherine, Copyright © The GW Archive. Do not move from here.