MC File 3 (middle)
"[Sir,] I have confirmed that four mobile suits took off from the Lanagrin Republic. Just as Master Chang said, it's definitely {Gundam Epyon} and {Virgo IV}," Kathy announced as she looked at the operation data on the virtual monitor. I wasn't a Preventer or anything, so she didn't have to be so polite to me [#0]. I took a peep over her shoulder and identified the {Epyon}. I could see there was no mistake. I was familiar with that red and black [machine]. Long ago, I'd challenged that suit to a fight. In the battle that came to be known as the "Even Wars," round the time I'd dome some preliminary skirmishes, I was sure there had been three {Virgo II}s accompanying [the Epyon]. Ultimately, I'd been left with the impresison [they] were hard to deal with.
"Sooo, their goal is there."
"Their course has taken a big detour to the southwest," Kathy said as she worked with images on several simulators. "In that direction is...... Mt. Olympus."
Just as I'd thought, [they weren't heading for] Chryse or Elysium Island.
"Shall I inform Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell?"
"When will Wufei rendezvous with those guys?"
"According to the calculations, in thirty Mars minutes."
"Oh...... for now, it might be a good idea to tell Captain Sakai of the Voyage."
"Understood......"
She responded to every [little] thing politely.
"As soon as that's been taken care of, I'll return to viewing the files. Father, why don't you take a seat on the sofa and rest."
Did I look like that much of a grandpa? I still thought of myself as being young. For the record, I'm younger than your mom. Those words make it all the way to my throat but [instead: I swallowed them and changed the subject, "Given the circumstances, you should put off on watching the files."
"But....."
"Kathy...... is it possible to watch Wufei (and the others') fight in real time?"
"Maybe, if I hacked the Mars Federation Army's surveillance satellites......"
That was probably no easy task no matter how [good] a preventer you were. To [successfully hack it] without getting caught was applause worthy. It was certainly impossible for the average hacker, and practically impossible for even me or Heero. For that silent brat Phobos or Miss Katrine, if they had the time, it might be doable. That's how tight the Federation Army's security satellite's security is. If she could do it by the time Wufei and Zechs made contact, I'd reward her with a lecture.
Me, by the way-- so far, my life had been boring as shit but I'd chosen to live it till the end. He'd probably tell me "Your life's not worth curving the bullet." That guy...... he thought that that too-heavy responsibility which Heero Yuy had been made to shoulder [was something] he had to see through to the very end. That's what friends do. Even if he doesn't think so himself. [His?] ties to Heero didn't begin now. As such, having already come this far, [he?] could only stick it out to the end. [#1]
I might look really old, but inside I was the same as I'd been as a kid, and with a little doping, I wouldn't lose to a couple squirts. I wasn't the fool hardy idiot who'd just blown outta here, but I was confident I could easily handle a gundam and I thought I could do it better than he could. From the get go, I'd had no intention of having a kid in the pilot seat of my partner. Except that now, my partner was no where to be found.
I had an interval of thirty minutes. I wanted to tell you a story from a little while back. Speaking in Mars years, that'd be around nine years..... no, ten years ago.
I'm gonna use the MC calendar for conveniences' sake hereafter, but actually, at that time, rotation based on a twenty-four hour [days] leaves you with thirty seven extra minutes.
That's "midnight plus thirty seven."
That was a pain in the ass. At the time we used [a system] called "Mars Time" and each hour was one minute thirty-five seconds [longer that the AC hour #2] but it didn't last long. Leap seconds or whatever, time moves on no matter how you measure it. Mostly, the guys who wanted "freedom" and thought time, the past, history, beliefs and whatnot were a bother, they left old Earth for the "New Earth" and had no reason to stick to the AC calendar. Over on Earth, they had a reason to hold their order and tradition in high regard, so [we here on Mars] wanted to take care of our own "yard stick" and "history." It was a big responsibility that was thrust upon us, but we accepted it. History, economics, exchanges between Earth and Mars were practically nonexistent, we the citizens of Mars (Martians) honestly just wanted to be left alone.
Well, at any rate-- it was around twenty years ago Earth time that this moldly old story starts.
MC-0012 FIRST SPRING
I was bored.
Wasn't interested in tomorrow.
I knew the taste of alcohol and cigarettes.
I only came out at night [#3].
Colony, Earth, whatever.
Whatever.
Everything up until yesterday had been complicated. But I still went by the name "Duo" and I still had a long braid hanging limply down to my ass.
"Names are chosen by other people, eh."
As long as I had a place to go back to, I was set. That's what I thought. But--. It was supposed to be over and yet nothing really was. The seasons went flying by in front of me, but I was at a stand still. I'd started to think that, if this was how it was gonna be, I'd have been better off in the frozen capsule like him.
"I just want to say, it's cold as hell."
He'd definitely say something like that. Ha, that made me laugh. Maybe that was when [it was]. When I thought I'd break it off with Hilde Schbeiker, when I'd been running hot and cold (lit: been pointlessly/inefficiently living with Hilde), Hilde beat me to the punch.
"Sayonara, Duo...... I'm sick of you."
What the hell? I mean, why wasn't it me saying that?
"You know, it shows on your face right away."
"Huh?!"
"You really are hopeless...... always looking back." She (abused) my hair with a sharp tug, "What is this braid? I don't now if it was Mister Helen or Sister Miren but is it [really] that much fun? Do you think it's cool?! I think it looks like crap!!"
"Ow, ow! OUCH!"
"So long! Say hello to your buddy Solo or whatever his name is."
I spat on the floor and, by the time I'd thought to slam the door closed, Hilde was already gone. Even a guy like me was hurt 282/1/14. I was angry at myself for not fighting back [verbally]. My drunken vigor helped.
"Wait, oi!" I went after Hilde. "I told you to wait! OI!" She started running to get away. I caught up and when I grabbed her shoulder, she gave a quick turn and grabbed my arm instead. "!" Without a second to even think, I was in the air and thrown down to the ground.
"I used to be with OZ! You can't beat me!" She turned me over 282/2/1-2 in a stance unique to a soldier.
"Don't get within 9.46 petameters of me!"
"9.46 peta?" I later found out that 9.46 petameters is about the distance of one light year.
"If you do, be ready for me to file a restraining order (lit: sue you as a stalker)!"
If peta was [the same as] kilo, then it was nine trillion four hundred six billion kilometers...... so she hated me astronomically. I should just warp the hell out of there [is what she meant]. "I have a friend in the colonies who's a lawyer and it'd be so easy to get the papers."
She rattled on as I stood up and as I rubbed my throbbing backside, I yelled out loudly, "Aright! Alright already. I won't follow you any more, just go away."
"Then I'll go easy on you...... be thankful I'm being so generous!" Hilde turned on her heel and was gone, just like that. I was sad to see her go. Why? Was it just because that matched how I felt or was I just conceited enough to think she still loved me 282/2/5-7<. Either way, for me, it felt like the worst way to break up. I felt like crap. [My] stupid braid was pitiable [ALT: I was one wretched, braided idiot.] I was a dimwit and a dullard and completely uncool. But I thought "uncool" seemed just about right for me.
MC-0012 NEXT WINTER
I landed on Mars. It was close to the foot of Mt. Olympus. Although one light year was impossible, I had gone as far away as I could. Not that I was afraid of legal action. It'd be easy to break out if they caught me. As long as I wasn't wanted (lit: hated), this way was the best way. It was also perfect for getting off the bottle. I used my wanderlust to [handle] my grudge 282/3/13. Staying in one place made me antsy. So the endless wilds of Mars suited me far better than the cramped colonies. I collected a light engine and parts at a junk [yard] and while I was putting together an off-road bike for [exploring those] wild lands, I thought suddenly of a question as I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my oil-covered arm:
"Huh, was Mars always this warm?"
I thought the life system of the para terraforming dome was on the fritz. I left the dome and was surprised. A little leaf beetle was flying. The ocean was off in the distance. Clouds floated by. You could go on forever without a helmet. I took a deep breath and choked a little on the sandy air that spread through my lungs.
"Wooow...... chalk one up to the human race! [We] really did terraform Mars!"
I was in total admiration. The small sun was shining. Phobos was moving in the opposite direction [from everything else].
"That's just really something."
I suddenly thought of something then: what was man's greatest legacy? [I knew] it wasn't this world or the colonies at least. The pyramids and Roman Coliseum weren't it either. The human race wouldn't change all that much with or without ancient remains. It wasn't that kind of structure, it was something more (conscious) of the essence of man. [Was it his] possibility or [his] ever-expanding pioneering spirit[?] I didn't really know, nothing I could think of really fit 283/1/3-4<. Mankind in and of itself is something to behold but our existence was rubbish. It wasn't for (a guy like) me to know if I should look at the scene before me as the light of a new hope or as the dark cloud of a future of continuing endless ruin. Honestly, what of it? 283/2/5
Tears spilled down my cheeks. I wondered why [I was crying] at a time like that. I certainly wasn't a kid and neither was there any reason for the scenery to move me [to tears]. What the hell were these tears? Was it sadness or vexation or even happiness? Lonliness. This carefreeness and freedom that were supposed to suit me best somehow left me feeling miserable and lonely.
"......"
But I swear, even then I didn't think about Hilde.
"Ahhh......" I gave a huge yawn. After stretching my back, I went back to the workshop. I had to retune/rebuild the engine all over again. At first, I'd thought I would have to tour in an astrosuit, but I'd be happy to get more horse power. Thinking back about it now, I might have been able to have made it in time.
MC-0014 NEXT WINTER
I got on my partner ((an 800 cc two wheel bike)) and had me some Mars touring. In a few months, the immigrants coming from Earth increased dramatically. They'd probably gotten tired of living the quiet life over there. You could immigrate by [taking the] Mars (endemic) preventative vaccine and a simple document check. There was no reason not to smuggle yourself in, though 283/3/11. Actually, that's what I had done. There was noting to it when you got accustomed to the one-third gravity 283/3/13. It felt good to be outside without a helmet. I bet everyone just wanted "freedom." There were times when tens of thousands of immigrants came in one season. That was how the fishy Federal government got started-- [because all these people had been attracted to Mars]. The increase in population brought with it an increase in fighting. When that happens, the [list] idiots who mistake "self indulgence" for "freedom" goes on and on. If it's just a scuffle, the police or the sheriff can do something, but for the guy who goes as far as terrorism and (disputes), he can't be (so easily) taken care of. Anyhow, an armed force was established. It was imperative to save the peace. Since Earth's "Peace Law" didn't condone the maintenance of an army, it was (within the limits of assumption) that the Mars Federation could only declare it's independence.
I shouldn't have done it, but I'd [gone riding] at full tilt one winter night on Mars. It was probably in the middle of the night, at "midnight plus thirty seven." I'd had a road accident. An iceberg, frozen solid, is serious bad news for a (two wheeler) bike. If [I had had #3.5] four wheel drive, I just would have slipped, but a motorcycle falls over onto its side. It was a picture perfect blunder 284/1/15, and I was an idiot. My spiked tired weren't worth shit. That little bit of alcohol I'd had (lit: the bit of alcohol in my stomach) wasn't too good, either. I [just] wanted some "fire" to warm up my frozen body, but that was the fatal [mistake]. The handle bars swayed left and right and the light from my headlight [intermittently] lit up a rock wall. I can't remember what I slipped on. I might have been avoiding some obstacle. All I know was that it wasn't a banana peel. Before I knew it, I'd taken a fantastic spill 284/1/3<; my partner had crashed into the rock wall and was going up in flames. Thanks to my helmet and protector, my head, spine and internal organs were fine but my left arm and both my legs had been broken [#4]. It was feeling my age more than the broken bones that caused a far more acute pain. It was sad seeing my partner burning away.
"DAMNIT, this shit huuurts!" Cry or scream, no one came. "Gimme a break, bastard!" I railed at the Mars winters and [my] advanced aging at the hands of the Mars endemic.
It began to snow.
I could smell my self loathing 284/2/11. It was ridiculous to shout at myself. When a huge clump of snow looking like a snot ball fell into my gaping pie hole, I decided to shut up.
"Angggg.... guh." Clenching my teeth hurt. But I could have been on the verge of dying 284/2/11<.
"Owa---! Somebody heeelp!"
It snowed harder.
The wind turned colder.
That's what I got for my flailing around. It was time to pay the price for [ a lifetime of?] having had my own way with one thing and another. I was doomed to die like that. Then, disappointingly, I lost consciousness.
In my swiss cheese memory [of the event], it seems like I remember seeing a circus hover-truck. Apparently, some busy body had found me.
"Just like always, huh, this kid......"
"Hn, blew himself up...... lucky no one else got caught up in it." I remembered hearing the familiar voices of that man and woman.
"Is he breathing?"
"Barely." After using [his] fist to check the breath coming from my nose, he took a whiff and spat, "seems like he was riding drunk."
"He was asking for it? Is he really [that] dumb?"
I wanted to say something back but I was only half conscious.
"You're leaving?"
"It's not like he's so [bad off] that he wave to do all sorts of stuff right now."
"Good thing you're so tough, Mr. Stupid Pants [#5]......"
"[He suffers from] something that not even death would cure." So they'd come to Mars, too, then. Earth must really have been boring. There was no reason for them to help me, but they'd at contacted a hospital that had emergency facilities. [They were] blunt as ever. Nevertheless, I was real glad the gundam called Heavyarms wasn't there. The way he handled the injured was way too rough.
When I regained consciousness, I was in a hospital room with both my legs plastered and suspended. My flaming partner had apparently saved me from freezing to death and served as a [beacon] for the rescue team. Even with the most advanced medical treatments, the doctor said it would take two months for my old bones to fully heal. That meant [I'd still be in plaster at the start of] the new year. That was two calendar years [#6]. I swear to God I'd never drive drunk ever again. Not that I believed in God or anything. I would never do it again at any rate. But not for my sake. I decided to never ever do that again for the sake of my now-torched partner.
MC-0015 FIRST SPRING
"I'm simply stunned at your stupidity."
At the start of the year, standing before my immobile self was none other than Hilde. She had on black rimmed glasses and an expensive looking suit. The pin heels on her feet and the miniskirt looked good enough to get my heart racing. It was enough to make me wonder who it was at first, I hadn't seen Hilde in quite some time; she had changed into a beauty with brains. I was as miserable as ever, no... I was one shade more miserable, I couldn't pay the hospital bill and in the end, it was to her that I went begging.
With a little persuasion, a nurse I was on good terms with did me the favor of looking up circus groups with (older) sister and (younger) brother siblings, but they weren't anywhere on Mars. I didn't have any other acquaintances so I was at a loss. The hospital director said I could work off my debt at the hospital, but I really wasn't interested. The hospital had such excessive profits that they [had?] given me the Mars endemic vaccine even though I didn't ask for it. After all the trouble I'd gone to to smuggle it in, it was all for naught. But still, since my [rapid on-set?] aging had progressed, no doubt I'd been injected with a fake. Because my drunk driving wasn't a secret, if I was released from the hospital now, it followed that I'd be going to the big house. Prison on Mars was bad news. Apparently, once you went in, you didn't come back out. For an old man with broken bones, escape was most likely impossible. Meanwhile, Hilde had somehow gotten the information and came to see me.
"The people in the traveling Gypsy circus told me," she told me, sounding like someone truly put out. Hilde was now a librarian at the Lanagrin Republic National Library located in Mars' southern hemisphere. My face froze with nerves. There was no doubting that I was within 9.46 petameters.
"Relax, you don't have to pay me back." Unlike the outside, her inside was just like it used to be. "Because what you need is the doctor's fee." For all that I was a laid-up invalid, I had never heard such a rubbish pun [#7].
"Sorry," she said, but didn't mean it. Who ever apologized from the heart? Use as much as you can then just toss it away, right? I did get out of the hospital but my partner was ruined and I had nowhere to go. I didn't have any other choice but to sneak aboard an airline and head to the Southern hemisphere. I was alone so I could go anywhere. I was fascinated with the souther hemisphered the first time I saw it.
The one continent was all connected. This was the Mars continent, the biggest on Mars?! Damned if it wasn't the perfect place for off-road touring.
I thought it was embarrassing but I rolled into Hilde's place in Lanagrin. She was living in a spiffy high-rise apartment. Seems like a secretary at a library made pretty good money.
"Oh well! You have pay for the squid with your own quid."
Earn greenbacks on the red planet..... even without the corny pun [#8], I'd have gone along with that. At the center of this country was the Lana Green Sea and the high-rise buildings lining the ocean fronted megalopolis prospered, but along the perimeter of the ocean, quiet port towns dotted the way; they made me think it wouldn't be a bad place to live. None of that mattered to me. As I looked for a part-time job as a bar tender at a bar in one of the port towns, I earned some cash (as hired muscle [e.g. a bouncer]) and swindling people gambling on the side; I saved up my pocket money and started thinking about rebuilding my partner. Next time, if I wrapped wire rope around mud tires, I thought that would grip even on an iceberg. I found her on the way home after she was unearthed at a junk yard. They were selling the engine of an off-road bike designed for Mars, the Ares Hornet ß III 1500 cc[#9], albeit used.I [knew] it would be easy to steal, but a man has his pride and I had to buy it with the money [I'd earned] from honest labor. That was just common courtesy for [what would be] my new partner. Just you wait, Ares! From the next day, I started working in earnest (lit: with hope). I seriously worked. Without any persuasion from women 287/2/7, I really went after [all the] roughs and used some serious moves. The price skyrocketed several times [but if I saved] just a bit more and I'd have enough to buy the Ares engine.
"There really is no cure for your stupidity, huh!" The piggy bank I'd been using to save [for Ares] was picked up by Hilde. "Don't you know how old you are? [ALT: Don't you think you're too old to ride a motorcycle?]"
"Give it back! I've finally filled it up, its MY piggy!"
"[I think] I'll be taking this as a fee for having to put up with you for so long!" She busted the piggy bank open and took all that as inside it.
"......"
There was no love.
I wasn't loved.
I intrinsically didn't 'get' love.
But I wanted Ares.
"Let's get married."
"Huh?" Hilde said and turned around.
"I love you, let's get married!"
I'd give up alcohol, smokes, and women.
I'd cut my hair.
I'd give up the name Duo.
All's fair in love and war [#10].
Really, I'd do whatever it took. I wasn't going to give up on the Ares Hornet ß III engine, no matter what. I wanted to ride across the endless Mars continent.
"Marry me, Hilde! I never noticed (until now) [that] I've loved you all along!!" If I just had a marriage license (lit: registration) then I could combine our assets. If I could just get my partner [made], the bike was as good as mine 287/3/12. Frankly, I had a hunch I'd be rejected. But it looked like saying I'd cut my hair had worked.
"Alright, if you're gonna cut your hair." I pulled Hilde [by the] arm and took her to a church in the port town. I had lent a large sum to the elderly priest there. I'd won it at poker. I'd won because I didn't advocate "God's Path" 287/3/16-20 [#11]. We got the wedding performed there, cheap as free. The ceremonial cutting of my braid was also held there.
Sorry, Sister Helen.
So long, Solo.
This is for my new partner.
Forgive me.
I don't need a blessing. I didn't expect a promising future. I wasn't a pacifist or a bachelor. And I sure wasn't a consequentialist [#12]. This was also goodbye to dragging my past [around with me]. I played along for two or three months. Of course, I thought that was the hardest I'd worked in my life. I also did manual labor in MTFs ((Mars teraforming suits)) used for public works. It got around that I was hired muscle and a cheating gambler so I couldn't make much money doing that anymore. [Instead], I got into handling the smuggling of goods that the government had taken it upon itself to declare illegal by bullying the weak 288/1/12. The money wasn't half bad. Piggy Junior got nice and fat and all that would go towards my partner, version 3.0.
My first partner was [Gundam Deathscythe}. Actually, I'd stolen that, too. I had it remodeled and it became {Gundam Dethscythe Hell}. He was a super cool partner, but there was no way to use him outside of war so I (crushed) him [#13]. It was incredibly difficult and I'd heard grinding here and there [#13!!!]. I could hardly keep him [after the war], so I'd gone off to [the/my?] final battle in Brussels with my guns blazing. My second [partner] got junked the other day. This one was n umber three. I'd finally saved enough and busted open Piggy Junior. I got all the parts for my partner together and in the storehouse behind the church, I was a regular grease monkey putting her together. When I tried to make her roar, she didn't disappoint.
"Hey, Maxwell," the old priest said.
"What's up, Gramps?" I was in a fantastic mood.
"Looks like I can't pay off my debt. [#11]"
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm just about finished with my girl, so let's call it even."
"I can't let you do that."
"When I was a kid, I owed a great deal to [another] church...... so I don't need anything."
"But"
"I may be a fake and shady, but I don't take money from the poor, that's me, Du- Pig Maxwell." I sat astride my partner, hit the accelerator. "Catch ya later, Gramps!" I headed to the wilderness at full throttle.
"YAHOO!"
I had a feeling I was forgetting something, but there wasn't supposed to be any past for me to look back on. I didn't even have that troublesome braid. I thought I heard a woman's voice [scream], "You IDIOT!" but it was lost in the roaring of my bike's engine. Don't worry, don't worry. Anyway you slice it, I'm a big pig of an idiot.
MC-0016 FIRST SPRING
A year on Mars had passed and I went back to Lanagrin [for the first time since leaving]. I didn't want to get older and winter was pretty dang cold. Even with my snow tires clandestinely fashioned out of mud tires wrapped in wire rope, I sunk [into the snow] a lot. Each and every time [that happened] I called myself an idiot. Ever since, I stopped riding my girl at night in the winter and spent the night at a saloon. The alcohol and smokes had already made a comeback. When my hair got long, I cut it. I didn't need anything at Hilde's [#13.5], so I didn't go to the maritime city but headed to the port town at the foot of camelback Mountain. I dropped by Gramp's church. I was in a for a [big] surprise. Hilde was there in a nun's habit looking after God knows whose kids.
"Hey...... what happened to you?" I asked amicably. Just as soon as I said that, Hilde's face got seriously angry.
"Don't you even! Asshole!"
Suddenly, she grabbed by right arm, twisted it up my back and pressed my hand to my back. "This is all your fault!!" Just like that she pinned me to the ground and the (violent woman) straddled me. My protector felt the impact and inflated. Thanks to [my gear], I got through my last accident without breaking my back.
"Ow ow ow...... ow, ouch, that the hell happened?"
"That old mad died and left the church to YOU! Said to tell you his debt was settled or something!!" Said Sister Hilde, ex-librarian, ex-girlfriend, ex-OZ Space Army soldier. "Moreover, this money pit of a church is in a real FIX!!" I thought my right arm would get broken. Her kansetsu technique [#14] was no joke. "You got the God of Death on one shoulder and the God of Poverty on the other, don't ya. How'd ya like that, huh?!"
"Whaddaya want me to do?!"
"Give me a divorce! Right here, right now: divorce!"
"What?"
"What do you mean 'what'! It's because my estate's jointly owned by you that I'm in this mess!!"
Shit, ex...... I'd forgotten she was my wife.
"Why didn't you just file for divorce yourself?" I heard a snap that I hadn't wanted to hear, "OWWW!!" A long time ago, a learned man once said: If thy right arm has broken, extend thy left. But I had no intention of doing that! I'd just broken my left arm about a year ago.
"There's these poor kids here with no place to go! And I'm supposed to just leave them to fend for themselves?!
"I don't know. Why not!"
"Where did this bad guy come from, you jerk?!" I thought about saying the non-resisting old man with the broken right arm was pretty poor [as in pitiable], too. There was a load of other stuff I wanted to say, too, but I kept quiet. Because Hilde grabbed my chin and made me flip over 289/2/11-12<. If I stayed like that, she could get my spine.
"U-uncle! I give up!" I surrendered. She had a flawless victory. With my powerless, dangling right arm, I signed the divorce papers. When I signed 'Pig Maxwell,' she blew up at me and called me an idiot. When I resignedly wrote 'Duo,' she took a jab at me, [accusing me] of dragging it out.
"Well, what should I write?" Hilde said a name I'd never heard before: James Clerk Maxwell. I gathered it was apparently the name of a Scottish physicist a long time ago and according to (our) family registry, my official name. For the marriage license, Hilde had taken it upon herself to give me that name. As [she] told me how to spell it out one letter at a time, I [was struck] by this (desperate/frantic) thought: it's strange how she's telling me what the letters are. I had a strange feeling. It was like being wrapped in warmth, like being in the palm of a gentle hand. It wasn't a distinct [feeling]; I'd never experienced anything like it until then. It was different even from the warmth of Sister Helen who loved me [ALT: who treated me with affection]. Hilde's ferociousness just before seemed like (a lie). I felt something akin to maturity.
"Something's different about you, eh."
"Really?"
I thought it was because she quit wearing the black rimmed glasses.
I thought it was because [she wore] a nun's habit.
No, on second thought, it was because I'd been gone for one year, two Earth years. But something was different. I didn't want to say 'angel' or 'goddess' because there were absolutely no similarities there. In the back of my mind, the (key)word 'mother' popped up. But I immediately smothered (lit: denied) it. I'm not even supposed to know what ['mother'] is because ever since I was born, for as long as I can remember, I've been on my own. After that, I had to write an IOU for a hefty sum. Also, I had to promise to pay off my debt to the Schbeiker Church in the form of donations. She didn't say it like an order, but [her words] had the power to make me obey, [it was] as if I'd been put under a spell. On top of that, I was handed a new nickname, Father Maxwell, and a black priest's outfit. We were divorced, so I had no clue why I was being put under Hilde's restrictions, but I decided to go along with it. As a motorcyclist, I'd do whatever to protect my backbone and spine. Until my right arm healed, I'd have to stay at the church, orphanage, whatever that place was. The kids thought that I, with my arm in a sling, was amusing; I got sick of their incessantly dogging my every step. Finally the bandages came off and when I thought the break was healed, Hilde suddenly came up and slapped me on the back. There was a pain that made me imagine that, if I had looked under my shirt, I'd see a red, hand-shaped mark.
"Okay, happy trails!"
Hilde was telling me to take a hike. Her smiling, happy face didn't lie. "Your arm may be better, but there's no medicine for you being you! You don't listen to a thing I say anyway!"
"Father! Have a good trip!" Even the kids had all come out and chorused a goodbye to me.
"Work hard!"
"Good luck!!"
Oh God [#15], I thought as I turned the ignition key in my partner.
A few days later... I was in a saloon at a small town. I dealt five cards [to the two of us]. My opponent was an outlaw. My hand, which I could see between the ten gallon hat and the palm of my hand, was a full house. It was the result of a trick I'd used [when I'd dealt the cards]. When I continued to aggressively raise, the outlaw folded.
"Just what was your hand?"
"Pig......"
"Yeah?"
"Sure, pig, right? Since that's what I was playing against."
"You were bluffing?!"
I grinned, like I would lie about who I was playing against [#16] 290/2/8. He stood right up and darted out of the bar, maybe he sensed my bloodlust [alt: sense the highly charged atmosphere]. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't good natured enough to let him get away that easily. I socked [it] to him out front. I fixed the aim of my beloved shotgun at the (source of payment): the back of his head. The guy stopped and turned around, shaking something fierce.
"Who are you?" asked my bounty.
At the time, I was still an easy going guy, so I answered his question seriously, "The bad guy......"
"Don't screw around!"
Anyone who would screw around in this situation was screwed up.
"Alright, you can call me Father Maxwell, the man who has been [gang]pressed into taking your life and [the] bounty [on your head] by the God of Death and the God of Poverty." Before I could finish my introduction, the coward went for his pistol, but before he could reach it, I shot him through the head with my shotgun.
Who's to say whose fault it was, I was as screwed up as a compound fracture.
Since then, I was a crooked gambler-- no, I was a bounty hunger and wandered all over, diligently donating money to the Schbeiker Orphanage ((Church)). I was Father Maxwell.
MC-0018 NEXT WINTER
Schbeiker Orphanage was also a church, so they did something like Christmas. The date, however, was perfunctory, they'd choose whatever day they wanted. Anyhow, [sing a couple of] hymns and do a couple games and call it a little party. Get a little sparkling wine and even I'd have some fun. I knew about [this year's] Christmas from the airport bank from which I'd sent my donation [to Hilde].
"You're Santa so don't forget to bring presents."
Hilde informed me in a message (sent in reply [to the donation]). She wanted to foist another act variation on me after I was already covering so many roles? But it had already been more than a year and a half since I'd left Naina Peacecraft with Hilde, so I guessed it was about time to drop by again. In Earth time, it had been three years. Hilde was grumbling about "Cyrene Wind" not showing up yet. I didn't know how she could complain, Naina seemed to be a big help. Hilde told me that that little squirt [lit: shit/crap kid #16.5] had started braiding his hair. I bust a gut laughing. If that was true, he wasn't any different from me when I was an ankle biter. "Hilde's special nuisance." 291/1/1<. I'll bet she's giving him a hard time cause she can't do the same to me. But I know the feeling. Sometimes you need a diversion when you're surrounded by horrible rug rats every day. I [could] sympathize with Duo, but I wouldn't (console) him. If a troublemaker isn't prepared to accept responsibility for all that he does, he's gonna have a tough row to hoe. Shoot, if that's the case, then he is just like me. Better not shoulder too much 291/2/10.
At a shopping mall, I bought a used Santa suit and a fake beard, too. I put the brats' too-heavy presents in a bag that I would carry over my shoulder. I got on my bike, left the airport and headed for Lanagrin, but my girl was getting older just like me and creaking in the joints. If I didn't do an overhaul with Duo, touring in the spring would be iffy. I didn't know if the brat with the bad attitude would help me out or not, but you know, if you treat a kid like a proper adult, they'll work their butts off. I don't know what happened [to him], but the kid's eyes had a (matured/experienced) sadness hiding in them. That was just like Naina. Among all the kids I'd known on Mars, that [sadness] was something they [all] had in common. They were all raised in the middle of excessive suffering and despair. It was difficult to help them and there were many of them. I'd decided my current responsibility was to help relieve them [of that pain], even if it was just the miniscule number of kids at the orphanage, and I'd do it with small gestures 291/3/3. It was a voluntary gesture out of proportion [with the need], but those bastards I killed were pretty pathetic 291/3/8-9. The gritty Mars air suited me. So I didn't need sympathy or consolation.
Camelback came into view but I didn't have the confidence to do a double jump like I had before. If I did such a stupid move on that winter night and broke my arm, I wouldn't be able to be Santa. I thought coming in on a sleigh pulled by cloned reindeer would have been a bit over the top. I heard the ankle biters singing hymns at Schbeiker Church. I gave my chest a hefty thump and when my protector had inflated, my Rotund Santa outfit was compete. I opened the door and gave a hearty, "HULLO! Merry Christmas!" While I'd been away, there'd been quite a few additions [to the brood]. Naina was the oldest and there were at least twelve kids about as old as Duo.
"Ho ho ho ho! It's Santa, guys!" I put my all into the Santa act, but it went over like a lead balloon.
"Why are you wearing red?"
"Father, did you get fat?"
"The beard and stuff really isn't 'you.'"
Everyone there including Hilde knew about Santa, but they didn't know Santa Claus's getup.
"What a bunch of kill-joys," I was sad. What was the point of having dressed up? But they were happy with the presents. It had been a long time since I'd seen their carefree smiling faces. Seemed like Duo was Captain Brat and he handed out the presents fairly. That was where the [now] grown up Naina smiled. In Hilde's black hair, there was a bit of white mixed in. Around her eyes were little traces of hardship. I'd let her indulge in a little complaining [later]. Tonight I would be sober and smoke free. In the warehouse out back, when I was taking my partner's engine apart, he showed up as I thought he would. When I didn't push him into conversation, he said,
"Totally not paying attention," and he dunked the engine parts in oil, and started cleaning them with a brush 292/1/1-4.
"Hey, thanks," I said, but he didn't answer. "Could you do this one, too?" I pushed a wooden box chock full of gears, nuts, chains, shafts, and what all over to him. "This is my personal Christmas present from me to you!" It was the ultimate toy box for a mech-nerd. It was a quiet night. Duo was an apt kid, he took the [oil] rag between his little fingers and carefully cleaned the oil caked into the nooks and crannies of the engine parts. The work went surprisingly quickly.
"Hey, about Sister Hilde," he piped up as if the easy work were boring, "did she used to be an agent somewhere?"
He asked a question so I gave him a question, that was my style, "What makes you think that?"
"That woman really knows how to hurt a guy."
"Ha ha ha...... yeah, she does." Enough to easily break the arm of a guy like me.
"You're not gonna marry her or anything?"
"Stupid! A respectable priest like myself can't marry her."
"Heh, so says the bogus priest."
"......" The brat had stinking heaps of adult information that he didn't need to know about. "You've got your own worries, thing more about yourself [and less] about other people."
"I'm alright...... I am."
"......"
"The real worry is Miss Naina...... every night she sits at the window looking out."
"Really......"
"REALLY, parents are a pain...... she's been waiting the whole time." However much freedom you look for, you can't pick your parents. The Peacecraft and Neuenheim bloodline would be a cruel and troublesome fate for anybody.
"I'm glad I'm a vagabond."
"And you're glad you were picked up by Sister Hilde, right?" I hadn't meant to comfort, but it was already out there.
"Yeah, I guess...... Sister Hilde's nice to me." Was he teasing? Was he really glad? When I was the same age as him, I [was already living on the streets], I had messy hair and swiped stuff yet somehow I managed to survive the day. I didn't mean to compare, but when I'd met Sister Helen, I was two years older than this kid. We kept working in silence. "I'm thinking......" The braided philosopher muttered to himself, "about the value of a human...... kindness and memories and that, isn't that stuff in your heart?"
"Yeah......"
"Parents are a pain but if I didn't have them, I sure wouldn't be here and if there is no value in my heart, it gets hard to know why I should keep living."
When I'd first come to Mars, I'd had similar thoughts but he in his own way came up with a solution in that little head of his. I felt like a serious discussion with my brat of a partner, "I don't oppose/object to the bit about kindness, but I wonder about the memories [#17/A]......"
"You do? I guess the memories [A] are more important."
"There's another, more difficult, word for memories [A] and that's 'recollection' [B]."
"[Geeze] I know that, it's remembering [C], right."
"Would you listen?" I decided to chatter. For me, when I was putting stuff together, I could work better if I talked while I did it. "When people die, their recollections get reset. I don't think there's any value in that. On top of that, if there's a good recollection, then there's also a I-wouldn't-remember-this-for-shit 293/1/4-5< bad memory."
"I'm sleepy......"
"Ultimately, it's more important to look forward to the future than to remember the past. I was told this by Sister Hilde but if you always drag the past around, by the time you notice, you'll have lost the ability to do anything [about it]. They say that's how you end up being ruled by sentimental weakness."
"......"
"But suppose there is value in recollections, then that would mean all human life would have equal value...... if that's right, then what I, Shinigami, have been doing until now has been just destroying what could be called man kind's inheritance/legacy, haven't I?"
Yeah...... I couldn't easily accept the kid's solution because I was still searching for the [kind of?] peace with which the dead were buried. I was being dragged around by sentimental weakness, I just didn't want to admit to my own [personal] stagnation. Meaning, even though I'd cut it off, I still had a long braid running down my back.
A half broken Madonna [#17.5] and a crushed stained glass [window].
It was a clear flashback of that scene.
The Maxwell Church atrocity.
I hadn't moved since then.
Father Maxwell, a killer and a priest.
It's me that I want to have killed, saved.
When I snapped out of it, Duo had lied down and fallen asleep.
"You'll catch a cold, yo." I thought to wake him up, but I decided to lay my red Santa jacket [lit: cape] over him and just let him sleep [instead]. At any rate, I thought I'd throw away the used [costume when I left] because it was covered in grease. It didn't mean anything to me.
The quiet, quiet night grew more silent.
I put my partner [back] together straight away.
When I got up to listen to Hilde rant--
I heard a little cry. It was surely Naina's voice. I left the warehouse and quietly checked out the grounds. I felt the trees stir. In the night sky floated [Mars'] second satellite, "Frozen Teardrop", aka Diemos. [It's light], however, wasn't enough to cut through the black darkness. Even so, when my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw shadows moving. Several men disappeared into the woods, carrying an unconscious Naina over their shoulders. I threw my stupid, torn red Santa hat on the ground. It was [awfully] heavy, but I slipped into my long coat, which was stocked with the tools of my trade. This was unforgivable. I feared Naina, who looked outside from the window on the second floor, had been [kidnapped]. Neither Hilde nor the other kids had noticed. That was a fine trick. I hid in the shadows and followed hot on their heels.
[I could tell] there were four men by listening to the sound of their footfalls. They seemed to be men who had received proper training. It was also [the kind of] movement that made it possible that it was a military-like organized act. This was the first time in a long time that I felt [such] excitement. I was thankful that I hadn't had any alcohol. It was like it was time for the "Professional Shinigami" to return. If they were thugs or outlaws, then it would be impossible to have [made it (lit: leadership)] this far. (In point of fact), [I imagined] they were special forces sent out by the Mars Federation or Neuenheim Konzern. The machine sounds I could just barely hear must have been Mars suits on stand-by on the other side of the forest. Not something I could fight [bare handed]. What to do? [How] could I hold my tongue, turn a blind eye and let those guys get away with Naina. No way I could. The only thing I could do was steal one of their Mars suits and put up a fight. When I cleared the forest, four Mars suits standing along the short of the "Lana Green Sea" came into view. There was also a high-speed hover craft parked (at their feet). I guessed the four men dressed in black meant to load her onto the hovercraft. That was when Naina regained consciousness and put up a token resistance. Now was my chance.
It happened when I was thinking about which suit to take. There was a dazzling flash of light. He was [there] in the flash of golden light. That machine was surely a Mars suit. I only had second to confirm, but it wasn't a Gundam and the shape wasn't like any other mobile suit.
"I've come to pick you up, Naina!" The ever-comosed voice sounded out. It was the voice of the man who called himself Cyrene Wind.
"FATHER!" Naina screamed at the top of her lungs. In the next second, three Mars suits were ripped apart. What the hell kind of weapon was he using? The explosion and billowing smoke from the Mars suits obstructed the horizon even more. Before I knew it, Cyrene Wind's brilliantly lit up mobile suit was destroying the last surviving mobile suit. That had been a close call. If I had gotten into the suit, I'd have been instantly killed.
"STOP! Niana Neuenheim is here!" shouted the guy who seemed to be the ring leader, he stuck a gun to the nape of her neck. But Naina was completely unafraid.
"You're wrong! I am Naina Peacecraft," she said cool. "Father, don't mind me!"
Then, in the dazzling light, the cockpit hatch opened and [Cyrene Wind] leisurely appeared from within, "You've grown up...... and grown [more] beautiful, Naina." The [kidnappers] stood motionless, struck dumb. For [members of] either the Mars Federation or Neuenheim Konzer, the man who'd just shown up bore a striking resemblance to their [head honcho]. In fact, they probably didn't know the other guy was a fake [#18]. It wasn't my beloved shotgun, but a sniper riffle outfitted with a scope that I pulled from my long coat.
Naina was grand, "Father! Please kill [them]."
I made to fulfill the demand. I was, after all, a 'father.' [#18.5]
BANG!
I shot the ringleader dead. There is no life which is fit to be taken 296/1/4. I, Shinigami, have so declared ergo it is not wrong. Freed from her captor, Naina ran to Cyrene Wind. The two men who chased after her and the one who made to help their fallen leader, all three of them were in my [cross hairs] and-
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
I sniped them, too. I'd lost my touch. Using four bullets to kill four people? Before, two shots would have sufficed. Well, I was [shooting] against the light and those guys were also pros; it was immediately after my comeback, we'll leave well enough alone there. Those guys, including the four Mars suit pilots, had memories; and they were nice to other people in their time. It was just bad luck they were assigned this mission when the sprite and Cyrene Wind were reunited. More than anything else, the worst [part] was that lovely girl was going to be swept away from Hilde's and my house. If you don't want to lose what's important to you, you absolutely must not take away what's important to someone else.
"Naina......"
"Father......"
Surrounded by a bean of light, Naina and he embraced, overjoyed at their reunion. I'd never seen such a deep bond between parent and child before. Guess that's what "parent" and "child" just is [#19]. There was some kid of brilliance, not just from the light, that made it feel like that was out of my reach. I thought it'd be impossible for me to [have that].
From the light, Naina was shouting something, "Father! I know you're there, Father! [#19.5]"
When I made for the bright light, [she] threw me a small bag.
"Give that to Duo, please...... it's a Christmas present."
When I looked at it, I saw that it was a brown ring for tying off hair. The clear bag was closed with a rabbit-shaped sticker and it was rather girly.
"I apologize that it's such a boring [gift]. I think a braid suits him very well," Naina seemed to be politely bowing. There was a shining that made me thing the sun might have been right there. Using my hand as a visor, I lifted my face, but I couldn't see anything (directly). I totally couldn't confirm the shape of the suit.
"Hey, you're just gonna leave? You should hand it to him yourself, yo."
"No, he blushes too easily...... and I would be a bother to everyone if I stayed any longer."
"I'm taking Naina to Noin...... thank you, Father Maxwell." The pair of them disappeared into the light. They must have closed the cockpit hatch.
"Please express my gratitude to Sister Hilde."
The suit flew off even as it was shoot out its dazzling light. Somewhere deep in my memory, I wanted to recall with nostalgia the sound of those particular over burners firing up.
"No way, could it be a......" It wasn't that I couldn't guess what suit it was; Cyrene Wind must have been looking for someone different than who I'd thought [all along]. All at once, the area returned to its original state of total darkness.
"So Naina left," the voice behind me was Hilde's.
"Yup, she says thanks."
"That girl, such a good kid, huh.... she was surrounded by a bunch of misbehavers, I hope she didn't suffer any bad influences."
"No, I'm sure she's fine...... she said to give this to Duo." I handed the brown hair tie to Hilde.
"Wow, it's nice, isn't it? Until now, he's been using a string like you did."
"Dummy, I used a rubber band."
"She liked Duo, just like I thought she did...... Duo was also all 'Naina this, Naina that.' They were strangle taken with each other." Silent Night- silent Christmas night, our sprite went on a trip with Cyrene Wind.
"...... I'm gonna miss her." Up in the night sky, "Frozen Teardrop" slowly, actually leisurely, like a snail, crossed the sky.
"She'll be fine! [And] Duo's Captain Brat!" The quiet sound of tears felt good.
MC-0022 NEXT WINTER
Suddenly, I heard the earsplitting ring of the communicator. In the midst of the grating noise, the caller was also kicking up a fuss.
"This is Warlock! [Do you copy?]" yelled my idiot son loudly.
Kathy responded calmly, "Security measures are being taken. Call back on {S.L.}"
"What a pain, why don't you do it for--"
Kathy unceremoniously hung up on him. She made the right call. Even with all the digitization, it was just common sense to [take precautions against] possible interceptors. Worse still, in places combat communication regulations have been put into effect, where do you suppose the guys using ordinary long distance communication channels are? [ALT: Where are the guys who use normal long distance communication channels in places where combat communication regulations have been put into effect?] Since being pushed by Hilde, instilling technical skill has not been a foundation. After all, he's just Captain Brat. After a while, he got the password and once the secret line was secure, [my] mean looking son looked even meaner when [his] sullen looking [visage] appeared on the virtual monitor.
"Oi, Father Crapswell! You said Zechs Merquise was on the move?! You gotta let me go, yo! I'm the only one [who can do it]!!" The tie on his braid was still the one he'd received from Naina that night. And he was still (carefully/reverently) wearing a scrap from the collar of the santa suit on his chest. I guess it was sweet if you thought about it, but he was still a little shit with an attitude problem.
"Do what you gotta do......"
"Huh, duh!"
The picture changed and Heero appeared [on the virtual monitor].
"Oi, is it true that Wufei (sallied forth) with Nataku?"
"Yup, it's true."
"You didn't stop him because...?"
"Like I could have stopped the guy! He'd already taken off by the time I'd noticed."
"Roger, I'll go clean up the mess you've made (lit: atone for your mistake)."
The one was communication cut out, "Jerk......" As per usual, his sense in picking words that would irritate was genius-like. "Snow White" and "Warlock" headed for the interception point. Kathy came to give me a report.
"Father, I was successful in hacking the observation satellite."
"Hm......" Like her mother, she was pretty (brilliant). Later, I'd give her a right boring lecture.
"Twenty seconds until contact between "Nataku" and {Epyon}." On the central monitor, the Epyon appeared red in the bright background, flying at low altitude and equipped with its mobile armour.
"So, are you gonna show us what you got, {Epyon Ares}?"
To Be Continued......
# 0 - everyone knows there are about a bajillion different ways to make your speech more polite in Japanese, right? It doesn't come out the same in English most of the time, but she is being "polite" by Fat Max's standards. That's also why I added the "Sirt" at the very start of her lines.
#1 - "Curve the bullet" is a personal style choice I got from Myth Busters from their myth of the same name, the raw text says "lives like yours aren't worth 'bullet avoiding'". In this passage, I believe Duo's talking about Heero and Zechs' connection. BUT the "That guy..." part is odd because it Fat Max distinctly references himself and some other "guy" then goes on to the "burden Heero Yuy is shouldering" and "seeing it through."
#2 - number crunch this and you get an extra thirty EIGHT minutes. If 1 Mars hour = 61 minutes 35 seconds, then twenty four hours in one day would give 24 minutes plus 24 times 35 seconds which is 840 seconds or 14 minutes. 24 plus 14 is 38).
#3 - personal style choice here, from Smashing Pumpkins.
#3.5 - raw text is in plain old "English" and says "4WD." I guess Sumizawa is just saying that if Fat Max had been in a CAR versus a BIKE, but it sounds kind of dumb even in the raw text since Fat Max is all about bikes.
#4 - well, seems like "fracture" and "broken" are the same in Japanese. I'm going to say Fat Max has gone and broken both legs and his arm because does anyone really think he was driving at a prudent speed to have just fractured three out of four limbs and be thanking the powers that be he was actually wearing protective gear?
#5 - What Catherine calls Fat Max is "Obakasan" which *technically* would parse out into "Honorable Mr. Idiot"... and actually, I guess that's not bad. But the whole "honorable" thing is SO not a feature of politeness in English, but something like Mr. Smarty Pants IS, so that's what I went with.
#6 - based on what my dictionary says and the pithy single example it gives, the wording here is two calendar years... which to ME means 730 days, but maybe it means what it means in this context: any amount of time that spans two different years on a calendar i.e. my winter holiday starts on December 27th, 2011 and ends on January 5th, 2012.
#7 - The joke gets lost in English, but in the original Japanese, the words for "compensate" and "doctor's fee" are homophones.
#8 - more homophones humor
#9 - Yeah, Ares is the Greek god of war and a man, but I'm going to stick with boating conventions (and car conventions? ergo also bike conventions?) where the machine is referred to in the feminine. And just in case the formatting gets lost, it's the Ares Hornet BETA III.
#10 - more literally, this says "It was marriage and a special attack".
#11 - basic Japanese issue here: I've never been good at "lend" and "borrow." Based on what happens in the story, all I can really imagine is that the priest OWES Fat Max money, but based on the wording HERE and the wording later in the chapter, I do not feel 100% confident that is the case. For now, I'm translating is as it's the priest in debt to Fat Max though.
#12 - yeah, that's a word. according to wiki, the ends justify the means. Which is exactly what Fat Max says he's *not* but okay.
#13 - didn't Deathscythe get shipping into the sun?
#13.5 - Literally, this says "I had no use for Hilde" and I read it as being more a statement of fact rather than a cold-hearted jab so I took the focus of Hilde as a person and shifted it to her vicinity.
#14 - this is a kind of judo that utilizes twisting and hyper-extending the joints.
#15 - the dictionary says this word is "well," or "finally," or "oh no!" I think "finally" might fit, but the passage doesn't feel ENTIRELY like "finally" to me since Fat Max gets the warm fuzzies when Hilde's telling him how to spell his name.
#16 - Near as I can tell, Fat Max's old adage about not lying still holds true although it's not mentioned specifically in this chapter. I'm not sure how being a "fake" or "shady" enters into the equation (as that's how he justifies NOT making the old priest pay him back). What I can't tell in this passage is if Fat Max is saying "I wouldn't lie about my CARDS" or "I wouldn't lie about my opponent being a PIG." I stuck with the second one because it's the outlaw he's after more than winning the card game here.
#16.5 - literally (and often) Fat Max calls Duo a "kuso gaki" and kuso runs the gamit from "dang" all the way to "shit" depending on who says it and in what context. This is the same word a hardened criminal would use to express displeasure as it is an 8 year old little boy would use to express his. Japanese has a disappointing lack of swear words. Anyway, at this juncture, Fat Max doesn't seem put out by anything Duo's done so I feel the "kuso" in this passage is more a fond term for a known troublemaker: squirt. Other times, when Duo is being less agreeable, "little shit" works for me. The reverse may well also be true, but given Duo's personality, I can only imagine he refers to Fat Max as a "kuso jijii" (crap, shit old man) out of anger.
#17 - three different words are used for memory in this passage. Omoide is [A], kioku is [B], and memorii is [C]. Omoide, I feel, is more along the lines of nostalgic memories. It's often used when talking about the past and how fun something, like a shared trip, was. Kioku is more like factual things you recall for tests and stuff, you INTEND to remember a "kioku" thing more so than an "omoide" thing. Memorii is obviously a loan from English and usually used when talking about computer memory (or to idiot foreigners).
#17.5 - literally, it's a "goddess statue" but in my passing knowledge of Christianity, the virgin Mary seems to be the best choice among females features as statues at religious establishments.
#18 - it's MC-0018. correct me if I'm wrong, but Fat Max thinks the bad guys are either from the Mars Federation OR Neuenhiem. I suppose higher ups at Neueheim KNOW they've planted a fake in the Mars Federation. I also suppose it's possible to explain the 6 years between this sighting of the REAL Miliardo as a dashing young man and the murder of the FAKE Miliardo as a wrinkly old man is supposed to be explained by the Mars aging disease. How convenient.
#18.5 - Just FYI, Naina uses the word for father than means "male parental unit."
#19 - quotes around parent and child are mine.
#19.5 - This is Naina speaking intentionally to Fat Max.
MC File 3 (middle)
"[Sir,] I have confirmed that four mobile suits took off from the Lanagrin Republic. Just as Master Chang said, it's definitely {Gundam Epyon} and {Virgo IV}," Kathy announced as she looked at the operation data on the virtual monitor. I wasn't a Preventer or anything, so she didn't have to be so polite to me [#0]. I took a peep over her shoulder and identified the {Epyon}. I could see there was no mistake. I was familiar with that red and black [machine]. Long ago, I'd challenged that suit to a fight. In the battle that came to be known as the "Even Wars," round the time I'd dome some preliminary skirmishes, I was sure there had been three {Virgo II}s accompanying [the Epyon]. Ultimately, I'd been left with the impresison [they] were hard to deal with.
"Sooo, their goal is there."
"Their course has taken a big detour to the southwest," Kathy said as she worked with images on several simulators. "In that direction is...... Mt. Olympus."
Just as I'd thought, [they weren't heading for] Chryse or Elysium Island.
"Shall I inform Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell?"
"When will Wufei rendezvous with those guys?"
"According to the calculations, in thirty Mars minutes."
"Oh...... for now, it might be a good idea to tell Captain Sakai of the Voyage."
"Understood......"
She responded to every [little] thing politely.
"As soon as that's been taken care of, I'll return to viewing the files. Father, why don't you take a seat on the sofa and rest."
Did I look like that much of a grandpa? I still thought of myself as being young. For the record, I'm younger than your mom. Those words make it all the way to my throat but [instead: I swallowed them and changed the subject, "Given the circumstances, you should put off on watching the files."
"But....."
"Kathy...... is it possible to watch Wufei (and the others') fight in real time?"
"Maybe, if I hacked the Mars Federation Army's surveillance satellites......"
That was probably no easy task no matter how [good] a preventer you were. To [successfully hack it] without getting caught was applause worthy. It was certainly impossible for the average hacker, and practically impossible for even me or Heero. For that silent brat Phobos or Miss Katrine, if they had the time, it might be doable. That's how tight the Federation Army's security satellite's security is. If she could do it by the time Wufei and Zechs made contact, I'd reward her with a lecture.
Me, by the way-- so far, my life had been boring as shit but I'd chosen to live it till the end. He'd probably tell me "Your life's not worth curving the bullet." That guy...... he thought that that too-heavy responsibility which Heero Yuy had been made to shoulder [was something] he had to see through to the very end. That's what friends do. Even if he doesn't think so himself. [His?] ties to Heero didn't begin now. As such, having already come this far, [he?] could only stick it out to the end. [#1]
I might look really old, but inside I was the same as I'd been as a kid, and with a little doping, I wouldn't lose to a couple squirts. I wasn't the fool hardy idiot who'd just blown outta here, but I was confident I could easily handle a gundam and I thought I could do it better than he could. From the get go, I'd had no intention of having a kid in the pilot seat of my partner. Except that now, my partner was no where to be found.
I had an interval of thirty minutes. I wanted to tell you a story from a little while back. Speaking in Mars years, that'd be around nine years..... no, ten years ago.
I'm gonna use the MC calendar for conveniences' sake hereafter, but actually, at that time, rotation based on a twenty-four hour [days] leaves you with thirty seven extra minutes.
That's "midnight plus thirty seven."
That was a pain in the ass. At the time we used [a system] called "Mars Time" and each hour was one minute thirty-five seconds [longer that the AC hour #2] but it didn't last long. Leap seconds or whatever, time moves on no matter how you measure it. Mostly, the guys who wanted "freedom" and thought time, the past, history, beliefs and whatnot were a bother, they left old Earth for the "New Earth" and had no reason to stick to the AC calendar. Over on Earth, they had a reason to hold their order and tradition in high regard, so [we here on Mars] wanted to take care of our own "yard stick" and "history." It was a big responsibility that was thrust upon us, but we accepted it. History, economics, exchanges between Earth and Mars were practically nonexistent, we the citizens of Mars (Martians) honestly just wanted to be left alone.
Well, at any rate-- it was around twenty years ago Earth time that this moldly old story starts.
MC-0012 FIRST SPRING
I was bored.
Wasn't interested in tomorrow.
I knew the taste of alcohol and cigarettes.
I only came out at night [#3].
Colony, Earth, whatever.
Whatever.
Everything up until yesterday had been complicated. But I still went by the name "Duo" and I still had a long braid hanging limply down to my ass.
"Names are chosen by other people, eh."
As long as I had a place to go back to, I was set. That's what I thought. But--. It was supposed to be over and yet nothing really was. The seasons went flying by in front of me, but I was at a stand still. I'd started to think that, if this was how it was gonna be, I'd have been better off in the frozen capsule like him.
"I just want to say, it's cold as hell."
He'd definitely say something like that. Ha, that made me laugh. Maybe that was when [it was]. When I thought I'd break it off with Hilde Schbeiker, when I'd been running hot and cold (lit: been pointlessly/inefficiently living with Hilde), Hilde beat me to the punch.
"Sayonara, Duo...... I'm sick of you."
What the hell? I mean, why wasn't it me saying that?
"You know, it shows on your face right away."
"Huh?!"
"You really are hopeless...... always looking back." She (abused) my hair with a sharp tug, "What is this braid? I don't now if it was Mister Helen or Sister Miren but is it [really] that much fun? Do you think it's cool?! I think it looks like crap!!"
"Ow, ow! OUCH!"
"So long! Say hello to your buddy Solo or whatever his name is."
I spat on the floor and, by the time I'd thought to slam the door closed, Hilde was already gone. Even a guy like me was hurt 282/1/14. I was angry at myself for not fighting back [verbally]. My drunken vigor helped.
"Wait, oi!" I went after Hilde. "I told you to wait! OI!" She started running to get away. I caught up and when I grabbed her shoulder, she gave a quick turn and grabbed my arm instead. "!" Without a second to even think, I was in the air and thrown down to the ground.
"I used to be with OZ! You can't beat me!" She turned me over 282/2/1-2 in a stance unique to a soldier.
"Don't get within 9.46 petameters of me!"
"9.46 peta?" I later found out that 9.46 petameters is about the distance of one light year.
"If you do, be ready for me to file a restraining order (lit: sue you as a stalker)!"
If peta was [the same as] kilo, then it was nine trillion four hundred six billion kilometers...... so she hated me astronomically. I should just warp the hell out of there [is what she meant]. "I have a friend in the colonies who's a lawyer and it'd be so easy to get the papers."
She rattled on as I stood up and as I rubbed my throbbing backside, I yelled out loudly, "Aright! Alright already. I won't follow you any more, just go away."
"Then I'll go easy on you...... be thankful I'm being so generous!" Hilde turned on her heel and was gone, just like that. I was sad to see her go. Why? Was it just because that matched how I felt or was I just conceited enough to think she still loved me 282/2/5-7<. Either way, for me, it felt like the worst way to break up. I felt like crap. [My] stupid braid was pitiable [ALT: I was one wretched, braided idiot.] I was a dimwit and a dullard and completely uncool. But I thought "uncool" seemed just about right for me.
MC-0012 NEXT WINTER
I landed on Mars. It was close to the foot of Mt. Olympus. Although one light year was impossible, I had gone as far away as I could. Not that I was afraid of legal action. It'd be easy to break out if they caught me. As long as I wasn't wanted (lit: hated), this way was the best way. It was also perfect for getting off the bottle. I used my wanderlust to [handle] my grudge 282/3/13. Staying in one place made me antsy. So the endless wilds of Mars suited me far better than the cramped colonies. I collected a light engine and parts at a junk [yard] and while I was putting together an off-road bike for [exploring those] wild lands, I thought suddenly of a question as I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my oil-covered arm:
"Huh, was Mars always this warm?"
I thought the life system of the para terraforming dome was on the fritz. I left the dome and was surprised. A little leaf beetle was flying. The ocean was off in the distance. Clouds floated by. You could go on forever without a helmet. I took a deep breath and choked a little on the sandy air that spread through my lungs.
"Wooow...... chalk one up to the human race! [We] really did terraform Mars!"
I was in total admiration. The small sun was shining. Phobos was moving in the opposite direction [from everything else].
"That's just really something."
I suddenly thought of something then: what was man's greatest legacy? [I knew] it wasn't this world or the colonies at least. The pyramids and Roman Coliseum weren't it either. The human race wouldn't change all that much with or without ancient remains. It wasn't that kind of structure, it was something more (conscious) of the essence of man. [Was it his] possibility or [his] ever-expanding pioneering spirit[?] I didn't really know, nothing I could think of really fit 283/1/3-4<. Mankind in and of itself is something to behold but our existence was rubbish. It wasn't for (a guy like) me to know if I should look at the scene before me as the light of a new hope or as the dark cloud of a future of continuing endless ruin. Honestly, what of it? 283/2/5
Tears spilled down my cheeks. I wondered why [I was crying] at a time like that. I certainly wasn't a kid and neither was there any reason for the scenery to move me [to tears]. What the hell were these tears? Was it sadness or vexation or even happiness? Lonliness. This carefreeness and freedom that were supposed to suit me best somehow left me feeling miserable and lonely.
"......"
But I swear, even then I didn't think about Hilde.
"Ahhh......" I gave a huge yawn. After stretching my back, I went back to the workshop. I had to retune/rebuild the engine all over again. At first, I'd thought I would have to tour in an astrosuit, but I'd be happy to get more horse power. Thinking back about it now, I might have been able to have made it in time.
MC-0014 NEXT WINTER
I got on my partner ((an 800 cc two wheel bike)) and had me some Mars touring. In a few months, the immigrants coming from Earth increased dramatically. They'd probably gotten tired of living the quiet life over there. You could immigrate by [taking the] Mars (endemic) preventative vaccine and a simple document check. There was no reason not to smuggle yourself in, though 283/3/11. Actually, that's what I had done. There was noting to it when you got accustomed to the one-third gravity 283/3/13. It felt good to be outside without a helmet. I bet everyone just wanted "freedom." There were times when tens of thousands of immigrants came in one season. That was how the fishy Federal government got started-- [because all these people had been attracted to Mars]. The increase in population brought with it an increase in fighting. When that happens, the [list] idiots who mistake "self indulgence" for "freedom" goes on and on. If it's just a scuffle, the police or the sheriff can do something, but for the guy who goes as far as terrorism and (disputes), he can't be (so easily) taken care of. Anyhow, an armed force was established. It was imperative to save the peace. Since Earth's "Peace Law" didn't condone the maintenance of an army, it was (within the limits of assumption) that the Mars Federation could only declare it's independence.
I shouldn't have done it, but I'd [gone riding] at full tilt one winter night on Mars. It was probably in the middle of the night, at "midnight plus thirty seven." I'd had a road accident. An iceberg, frozen solid, is serious bad news for a (two wheeler) bike. If [I had had #3.5] four wheel drive, I just would have slipped, but a motorcycle falls over onto its side. It was a picture perfect blunder 284/1/15, and I was an idiot. My spiked tired weren't worth shit. That little bit of alcohol I'd had (lit: the bit of alcohol in my stomach) wasn't too good, either. I [just] wanted some "fire" to warm up my frozen body, but that was the fatal [mistake]. The handle bars swayed left and right and the light from my headlight [intermittently] lit up a rock wall. I can't remember what I slipped on. I might have been avoiding some obstacle. All I know was that it wasn't a banana peel. Before I knew it, I'd taken a fantastic spill 284/1/3<; my partner had crashed into the rock wall and was going up in flames. Thanks to my helmet and protector, my head, spine and internal organs were fine but my left arm and both my legs had been broken [#4]. It was feeling my age more than the broken bones that caused a far more acute pain. It was sad seeing my partner burning away.
"DAMNIT, this shit huuurts!" Cry or scream, no one came. "Gimme a break, bastard!" I railed at the Mars winters and [my] advanced aging at the hands of the Mars endemic.
It began to snow.
I could smell my self loathing 284/2/11. It was ridiculous to shout at myself. When a huge clump of snow looking like a snot ball fell into my gaping pie hole, I decided to shut up.
"Angggg.... guh." Clenching my teeth hurt. But I could have been on the verge of dying 284/2/11<.
"Owa---! Somebody heeelp!"
It snowed harder.
The wind turned colder.
That's what I got for my flailing around. It was time to pay the price for [ a lifetime of?] having had my own way with one thing and another. I was doomed to die like that. Then, disappointingly, I lost consciousness.
In my swiss cheese memory [of the event], it seems like I remember seeing a circus hover-truck. Apparently, some busy body had found me.
"Just like always, huh, this kid......"
"Hn, blew himself up...... lucky no one else got caught up in it." I remembered hearing the familiar voices of that man and woman.
"Is he breathing?"
"Barely." After using [his] fist to check the breath coming from my nose, he took a whiff and spat, "seems like he was riding drunk."
"He was asking for it? Is he really [that] dumb?"
I wanted to say something back but I was only half conscious.
"You're leaving?"
"It's not like he's so [bad off] that he wave to do all sorts of stuff right now."
"Good thing you're so tough, Mr. Stupid Pants [#5]......"
"[He suffers from] something that not even death would cure." So they'd come to Mars, too, then. Earth must really have been boring. There was no reason for them to help me, but they'd at contacted a hospital that had emergency facilities. [They were] blunt as ever. Nevertheless, I was real glad the gundam called Heavyarms wasn't there. The way he handled the injured was way too rough.
When I regained consciousness, I was in a hospital room with both my legs plastered and suspended. My flaming partner had apparently saved me from freezing to death and served as a [beacon] for the rescue team. Even with the most advanced medical treatments, the doctor said it would take two months for my old bones to fully heal. That meant [I'd still be in plaster at the start of] the new year. That was two calendar years [#6]. I swear to God I'd never drive drunk ever again. Not that I believed in God or anything. I would never do it again at any rate. But not for my sake. I decided to never ever do that again for the sake of my now-torched partner.
MC-0015 FIRST SPRING
"I'm simply stunned at your stupidity."
At the start of the year, standing before my immobile self was none other than Hilde. She had on black rimmed glasses and an expensive looking suit. The pin heels on her feet and the miniskirt looked good enough to get my heart racing. It was enough to make me wonder who it was at first, I hadn't seen Hilde in quite some time; she had changed into a beauty with brains. I was as miserable as ever, no... I was one shade more miserable, I couldn't pay the hospital bill and in the end, it was to her that I went begging.
With a little persuasion, a nurse I was on good terms with did me the favor of looking up circus groups with (older) sister and (younger) brother siblings, but they weren't anywhere on Mars. I didn't have any other acquaintances so I was at a loss. The hospital director said I could work off my debt at the hospital, but I really wasn't interested. The hospital had such excessive profits that they [had?] given me the Mars endemic vaccine even though I didn't ask for it. After all the trouble I'd gone to to smuggle it in, it was all for naught. But still, since my [rapid on-set?] aging had progressed, no doubt I'd been injected with a fake. Because my drunk driving wasn't a secret, if I was released from the hospital now, it followed that I'd be going to the big house. Prison on Mars was bad news. Apparently, once you went in, you didn't come back out. For an old man with broken bones, escape was most likely impossible. Meanwhile, Hilde had somehow gotten the information and came to see me.
"The people in the traveling Gypsy circus told me," she told me, sounding like someone truly put out. Hilde was now a librarian at the Lanagrin Republic National Library located in Mars' southern hemisphere. My face froze with nerves. There was no doubting that I was within 9.46 petameters.
"Relax, you don't have to pay me back." Unlike the outside, her inside was just like it used to be. "Because what you need is the doctor's fee." For all that I was a laid-up invalid, I had never heard such a rubbish pun [#7].
"Sorry," she said, but didn't mean it. Who ever apologized from the heart? Use as much as you can then just toss it away, right? I did get out of the hospital but my partner was ruined and I had nowhere to go. I didn't have any other choice but to sneak aboard an airline and head to the Southern hemisphere. I was alone so I could go anywhere. I was fascinated with the souther hemisphered the first time I saw it.
The one continent was all connected. This was the Mars continent, the biggest on Mars?! Damned if it wasn't the perfect place for off-road touring.
I thought it was embarrassing but I rolled into Hilde's place in Lanagrin. She was living in a spiffy high-rise apartment. Seems like a secretary at a library made pretty good money.
"Oh well! You have pay for the squid with your own quid."
Earn greenbacks on the red planet..... even without the corny pun [#8], I'd have gone along with that. At the center of this country was the Lana Green Sea and the high-rise buildings lining the ocean fronted megalopolis prospered, but along the perimeter of the ocean, quiet port towns dotted the way; they made me think it wouldn't be a bad place to live. None of that mattered to me. As I looked for a part-time job as a bar tender at a bar in one of the port towns, I earned some cash (as hired muscle [e.g. a bouncer]) and swindling people gambling on the side; I saved up my pocket money and started thinking about rebuilding my partner. Next time, if I wrapped wire rope around mud tires, I thought that would grip even on an iceberg. I found her on the way home after she was unearthed at a junk yard. They were selling the engine of an off-road bike designed for Mars, the Ares Hornet ß III 1500 cc[#9], albeit used.I [knew] it would be easy to steal, but a man has his pride and I had to buy it with the money [I'd earned] from honest labor. That was just common courtesy for [what would be] my new partner. Just you wait, Ares! From the next day, I started working in earnest (lit: with hope). I seriously worked. Without any persuasion from women 287/2/7, I really went after [all the] roughs and used some serious moves. The price skyrocketed several times [but if I saved] just a bit more and I'd have enough to buy the Ares engine.
"There really is no cure for your stupidity, huh!" The piggy bank I'd been using to save [for Ares] was picked up by Hilde. "Don't you know how old you are? [ALT: Don't you think you're too old to ride a motorcycle?]"
"Give it back! I've finally filled it up, its MY piggy!"
"[I think] I'll be taking this as a fee for having to put up with you for so long!" She busted the piggy bank open and took all that as inside it.
"......"
There was no love.
I wasn't loved.
I intrinsically didn't 'get' love.
But I wanted Ares.
"Let's get married."
"Huh?" Hilde said and turned around.
"I love you, let's get married!"
I'd give up alcohol, smokes, and women.
I'd cut my hair.
I'd give up the name Duo.
All's fair in love and war [#10].
Really, I'd do whatever it took. I wasn't going to give up on the Ares Hornet ß III engine, no matter what. I wanted to ride across the endless Mars continent.
"Marry me, Hilde! I never noticed (until now) [that] I've loved you all along!!" If I just had a marriage license (lit: registration) then I could combine our assets. If I could just get my partner [made], the bike was as good as mine 287/3/12. Frankly, I had a hunch I'd be rejected. But it looked like saying I'd cut my hair had worked.
"Alright, if you're gonna cut your hair." I pulled Hilde [by the] arm and took her to a church in the port town. I had lent a large sum to the elderly priest there. I'd won it at poker. I'd won because I didn't advocate "God's Path" 287/3/16-20 [#11]. We got the wedding performed there, cheap as free. The ceremonial cutting of my braid was also held there.
Sorry, Sister Helen.
So long, Solo.
This is for my new partner.
Forgive me.
I don't need a blessing. I didn't expect a promising future. I wasn't a pacifist or a bachelor. And I sure wasn't a consequentialist [#12]. This was also goodbye to dragging my past [around with me]. I played along for two or three months. Of course, I thought that was the hardest I'd worked in my life. I also did manual labor in MTFs ((Mars teraforming suits)) used for public works. It got around that I was hired muscle and a cheating gambler so I couldn't make much money doing that anymore. [Instead], I got into handling the smuggling of goods that the government had taken it upon itself to declare illegal by bullying the weak 288/1/12. The money wasn't half bad. Piggy Junior got nice and fat and all that would go towards my partner, version 3.0.
My first partner was [Gundam Deathscythe}. Actually, I'd stolen that, too. I had it remodeled and it became {Gundam Dethscythe Hell}. He was a super cool partner, but there was no way to use him outside of war so I (crushed) him [#13]. It was incredibly difficult and I'd heard grinding here and there [#13!!!]. I could hardly keep him [after the war], so I'd gone off to [the/my?] final battle in Brussels with my guns blazing. My second [partner] got junked the other day. This one was n umber three. I'd finally saved enough and busted open Piggy Junior. I got all the parts for my partner together and in the storehouse behind the church, I was a regular grease monkey putting her together. When I tried to make her roar, she didn't disappoint.
"Hey, Maxwell," the old priest said.
"What's up, Gramps?" I was in a fantastic mood.
"Looks like I can't pay off my debt. [#11]"
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm just about finished with my girl, so let's call it even."
"I can't let you do that."
"When I was a kid, I owed a great deal to [another] church...... so I don't need anything."
"But"
"I may be a fake and shady, but I don't take money from the poor, that's me, Du- Pig Maxwell." I sat astride my partner, hit the accelerator. "Catch ya later, Gramps!" I headed to the wilderness at full throttle.
"YAHOO!"
I had a feeling I was forgetting something, but there wasn't supposed to be any past for me to look back on. I didn't even have that troublesome braid. I thought I heard a woman's voice [scream], "You IDIOT!" but it was lost in the roaring of my bike's engine. Don't worry, don't worry. Anyway you slice it, I'm a big pig of an idiot.
MC-0016 FIRST SPRING
A year on Mars had passed and I went back to Lanagrin [for the first time since leaving]. I didn't want to get older and winter was pretty dang cold. Even with my snow tires clandestinely fashioned out of mud tires wrapped in wire rope, I sunk [into the snow] a lot. Each and every time [that happened] I called myself an idiot. Ever since, I stopped riding my girl at night in the winter and spent the night at a saloon. The alcohol and smokes had already made a comeback. When my hair got long, I cut it. I didn't need anything at Hilde's [#13.5], so I didn't go to the maritime city but headed to the port town at the foot of camelback Mountain. I dropped by Gramp's church. I was in a for a [big] surprise. Hilde was there in a nun's habit looking after God knows whose kids.
"Hey...... what happened to you?" I asked amicably. Just as soon as I said that, Hilde's face got seriously angry.
"Don't you even! Asshole!"
Suddenly, she grabbed by right arm, twisted it up my back and pressed my hand to my back. "This is all your fault!!" Just like that she pinned me to the ground and the (violent woman) straddled me. My protector felt the impact and inflated. Thanks to [my gear], I got through my last accident without breaking my back.
"Ow ow ow...... ow, ouch, that the hell happened?"
"That old mad died and left the church to YOU! Said to tell you his debt was settled or something!!" Said Sister Hilde, ex-librarian, ex-girlfriend, ex-OZ Space Army soldier. "Moreover, this money pit of a church is in a real FIX!!" I thought my right arm would get broken. Her kansetsu technique [#14] was no joke. "You got the God of Death on one shoulder and the God of Poverty on the other, don't ya. How'd ya like that, huh?!"
"Whaddaya want me to do?!"
"Give me a divorce! Right here, right now: divorce!"
"What?"
"What do you mean 'what'! It's because my estate's jointly owned by you that I'm in this mess!!"
Shit, ex...... I'd forgotten she was my wife.
"Why didn't you just file for divorce yourself?" I heard a snap that I hadn't wanted to hear, "OWWW!!" A long time ago, a learned man once said: If thy right arm has broken, extend thy left. But I had no intention of doing that! I'd just broken my left arm about a year ago.
"There's these poor kids here with no place to go! And I'm supposed to just leave them to fend for themselves?!
"I don't know. Why not!"
"Where did this bad guy come from, you jerk?!" I thought about saying the non-resisting old man with the broken right arm was pretty poor [as in pitiable], too. There was a load of other stuff I wanted to say, too, but I kept quiet. Because Hilde grabbed my chin and made me flip over 289/2/11-12<. If I stayed like that, she could get my spine.
"U-uncle! I give up!" I surrendered. She had a flawless victory. With my powerless, dangling right arm, I signed the divorce papers. When I signed 'Pig Maxwell,' she blew up at me and called me an idiot. When I resignedly wrote 'Duo,' she took a jab at me, [accusing me] of dragging it out.
"Well, what should I write?" Hilde said a name I'd never heard before: James Clerk Maxwell. I gathered it was apparently the name of a Scottish physicist a long time ago and according to (our) family registry, my official name. For the marriage license, Hilde had taken it upon herself to give me that name. As [she] told me how to spell it out one letter at a time, I [was struck] by this (desperate/frantic) thought: it's strange how she's telling me what the letters are. I had a strange feeling. It was like being wrapped in warmth, like being in the palm of a gentle hand. It wasn't a distinct [feeling]; I'd never experienced anything like it until then. It was different even from the warmth of Sister Helen who loved me [ALT: who treated me with affection]. Hilde's ferociousness just before seemed like (a lie). I felt something akin to maturity.
"Something's different about you, eh."
"Really?"
I thought it was because she quit wearing the black rimmed glasses.
I thought it was because [she wore] a nun's habit.
No, on second thought, it was because I'd been gone for one year, two Earth years. But something was different. I didn't want to say 'angel' or 'goddess' because there were absolutely no similarities there. In the back of my mind, the (key)word 'mother' popped up. But I immediately smothered (lit: denied) it. I'm not even supposed to know what ['mother'] is because ever since I was born, for as long as I can remember, I've been on my own. After that, I had to write an IOU for a hefty sum. Also, I had to promise to pay off my debt to the Schbeiker Church in the form of donations. She didn't say it like an order, but [her words] had the power to make me obey, [it was] as if I'd been put under a spell. On top of that, I was handed a new nickname, Father Maxwell, and a black priest's outfit. We were divorced, so I had no clue why I was being put under Hilde's restrictions, but I decided to go along with it. As a motorcyclist, I'd do whatever to protect my backbone and spine. Until my right arm healed, I'd have to stay at the church, orphanage, whatever that place was. The kids thought that I, with my arm in a sling, was amusing; I got sick of their incessantly dogging my every step. Finally the bandages came off and when I thought the break was healed, Hilde suddenly came up and slapped me on the back. There was a pain that made me imagine that, if I had looked under my shirt, I'd see a red, hand-shaped mark.
"Okay, happy trails!"
Hilde was telling me to take a hike. Her smiling, happy face didn't lie. "Your arm may be better, but there's no medicine for you being you! You don't listen to a thing I say anyway!"
"Father! Have a good trip!" Even the kids had all come out and chorused a goodbye to me.
"Work hard!"
"Good luck!!"
Oh God [#15], I thought as I turned the ignition key in my partner.
A few days later... I was in a saloon at a small town. I dealt five cards [to the two of us]. My opponent was an outlaw. My hand, which I could see between the ten gallon hat and the palm of my hand, was a full house. It was the result of a trick I'd used [when I'd dealt the cards]. When I continued to aggressively raise, the outlaw folded.
"Just what was your hand?"
"Pig......"
"Yeah?"
"Sure, pig, right? Since that's what I was playing against."
"You were bluffing?!"
I grinned, like I would lie about who I was playing against [#16] 290/2/8. He stood right up and darted out of the bar, maybe he sensed my bloodlust [alt: sense the highly charged atmosphere]. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't good natured enough to let him get away that easily. I socked [it] to him out front. I fixed the aim of my beloved shotgun at the (source of payment): the back of his head. The guy stopped and turned around, shaking something fierce.
"Who are you?" asked my bounty.
At the time, I was still an easy going guy, so I answered his question seriously, "The bad guy......"
"Don't screw around!"
Anyone who would screw around in this situation was screwed up.
"Alright, you can call me Father Maxwell, the man who has been [gang]pressed into taking your life and [the] bounty [on your head] by the God of Death and the God of Poverty." Before I could finish my introduction, the coward went for his pistol, but before he could reach it, I shot him through the head with my shotgun.
Who's to say whose fault it was, I was as screwed up as a compound fracture.
Since then, I was a crooked gambler-- no, I was a bounty hunger and wandered all over, diligently donating money to the Schbeiker Orphanage ((Church)). I was Father Maxwell.
MC-0018 NEXT WINTER
Schbeiker Orphanage was also a church, so they did something like Christmas. The date, however, was perfunctory, they'd choose whatever day they wanted. Anyhow, [sing a couple of] hymns and do a couple games and call it a little party. Get a little sparkling wine and even I'd have some fun. I knew about [this year's] Christmas from the airport bank from which I'd sent my donation [to Hilde].
"You're Santa so don't forget to bring presents."
Hilde informed me in a message (sent in reply [to the donation]). She wanted to foist another act variation on me after I was already covering so many roles? But it had already been more than a year and a half since I'd left Naina Peacecraft with Hilde, so I guessed it was about time to drop by again. In Earth time, it had been three years. Hilde was grumbling about "Cyrene Wind" not showing up yet. I didn't know how she could complain, Naina seemed to be a big help. Hilde told me that that little squirt [lit: shit/crap kid #16.5] had started braiding his hair. I bust a gut laughing. If that was true, he wasn't any different from me when I was an ankle biter. "Hilde's special nuisance." 291/1/1<. I'll bet she's giving him a hard time cause she can't do the same to me. But I know the feeling. Sometimes you need a diversion when you're surrounded by horrible rug rats every day. I [could] sympathize with Duo, but I wouldn't (console) him. If a troublemaker isn't prepared to accept responsibility for all that he does, he's gonna have a tough row to hoe. Shoot, if that's the case, then he is just like me. Better not shoulder too much 291/2/10.
At a shopping mall, I bought a used Santa suit and a fake beard, too. I put the brats' too-heavy presents in a bag that I would carry over my shoulder. I got on my bike, left the airport and headed for Lanagrin, but my girl was getting older just like me and creaking in the joints. If I didn't do an overhaul with Duo, touring in the spring would be iffy. I didn't know if the brat with the bad attitude would help me out or not, but you know, if you treat a kid like a proper adult, they'll work their butts off. I don't know what happened [to him], but the kid's eyes had a (matured/experienced) sadness hiding in them. That was just like Naina. Among all the kids I'd known on Mars, that [sadness] was something they [all] had in common. They were all raised in the middle of excessive suffering and despair. It was difficult to help them and there were many of them. I'd decided my current responsibility was to help relieve them [of that pain], even if it was just the miniscule number of kids at the orphanage, and I'd do it with small gestures 291/3/3. It was a voluntary gesture out of proportion [with the need], but those bastards I killed were pretty pathetic 291/3/8-9. The gritty Mars air suited me. So I didn't need sympathy or consolation.
Camelback came into view but I didn't have the confidence to do a double jump like I had before. If I did such a stupid move on that winter night and broke my arm, I wouldn't be able to be Santa. I thought coming in on a sleigh pulled by cloned reindeer would have been a bit over the top. I heard the ankle biters singing hymns at Schbeiker Church. I gave my chest a hefty thump and when my protector had inflated, my Rotund Santa outfit was compete. I opened the door and gave a hearty, "HULLO! Merry Christmas!" While I'd been away, there'd been quite a few additions [to the brood]. Naina was the oldest and there were at least twelve kids about as old as Duo.
"Ho ho ho ho! It's Santa, guys!" I put my all into the Santa act, but it went over like a lead balloon.
"Why are you wearing red?"
"Father, did you get fat?"
"The beard and stuff really isn't 'you.'"
Everyone there including Hilde knew about Santa, but they didn't know Santa Claus's getup.
"What a bunch of kill-joys," I was sad. What was the point of having dressed up? But they were happy with the presents. It had been a long time since I'd seen their carefree smiling faces. Seemed like Duo was Captain Brat and he handed out the presents fairly. That was where the [now] grown up Naina smiled. In Hilde's black hair, there was a bit of white mixed in. Around her eyes were little traces of hardship. I'd let her indulge in a little complaining [later]. Tonight I would be sober and smoke free. In the warehouse out back, when I was taking my partner's engine apart, he showed up as I thought he would. When I didn't push him into conversation, he said,
"Totally not paying attention," and he dunked the engine parts in oil, and started cleaning them with a brush 292/1/1-4.
"Hey, thanks," I said, but he didn't answer. "Could you do this one, too?" I pushed a wooden box chock full of gears, nuts, chains, shafts, and what all over to him. "This is my personal Christmas present from me to you!" It was the ultimate toy box for a mech-nerd. It was a quiet night. Duo was an apt kid, he took the [oil] rag between his little fingers and carefully cleaned the oil caked into the nooks and crannies of the engine parts. The work went surprisingly quickly.
"Hey, about Sister Hilde," he piped up as if the easy work were boring, "did she used to be an agent somewhere?"
He asked a question so I gave him a question, that was my style, "What makes you think that?"
"That woman really knows how to hurt a guy."
"Ha ha ha...... yeah, she does." Enough to easily break the arm of a guy like me.
"You're not gonna marry her or anything?"
"Stupid! A respectable priest like myself can't marry her."
"Heh, so says the bogus priest."
"......" The brat had stinking heaps of adult information that he didn't need to know about. "You've got your own worries, thing more about yourself [and less] about other people."
"I'm alright...... I am."
"......"
"The real worry is Miss Naina...... every night she sits at the window looking out."
"Really......"
"REALLY, parents are a pain...... she's been waiting the whole time." However much freedom you look for, you can't pick your parents. The Peacecraft and Neuenheim bloodline would be a cruel and troublesome fate for anybody.
"I'm glad I'm a vagabond."
"And you're glad you were picked up by Sister Hilde, right?" I hadn't meant to comfort, but it was already out there.
"Yeah, I guess...... Sister Hilde's nice to me." Was he teasing? Was he really glad? When I was the same age as him, I [was already living on the streets], I had messy hair and swiped stuff yet somehow I managed to survive the day. I didn't mean to compare, but when I'd met Sister Helen, I was two years older than this kid. We kept working in silence. "I'm thinking......" The braided philosopher muttered to himself, "about the value of a human...... kindness and memories and that, isn't that stuff in your heart?"
"Yeah......"
"Parents are a pain but if I didn't have them, I sure wouldn't be here and if there is no value in my heart, it gets hard to know why I should keep living."
When I'd first come to Mars, I'd had similar thoughts but he in his own way came up with a solution in that little head of his. I felt like a serious discussion with my brat of a partner, "I don't oppose/object to the bit about kindness, but I wonder about the memories [#17/A]......"
"You do? I guess the memories [A] are more important."
"There's another, more difficult, word for memories [A] and that's 'recollection' [B]."
"[Geeze] I know that, it's remembering [C], right."
"Would you listen?" I decided to chatter. For me, when I was putting stuff together, I could work better if I talked while I did it. "When people die, their recollections get reset. I don't think there's any value in that. On top of that, if there's a good recollection, then there's also a I-wouldn't-remember-this-for-shit 293/1/4-5< bad memory."
"I'm sleepy......"
"Ultimately, it's more important to look forward to the future than to remember the past. I was told this by Sister Hilde but if you always drag the past around, by the time you notice, you'll have lost the ability to do anything [about it]. They say that's how you end up being ruled by sentimental weakness."
"......"
"But suppose there is value in recollections, then that would mean all human life would have equal value...... if that's right, then what I, Shinigami, have been doing until now has been just destroying what could be called man kind's inheritance/legacy, haven't I?"
Yeah...... I couldn't easily accept the kid's solution because I was still searching for the [kind of?] peace with which the dead were buried. I was being dragged around by sentimental weakness, I just didn't want to admit to my own [personal] stagnation. Meaning, even though I'd cut it off, I still had a long braid running down my back.
A half broken Madonna [#17.5] and a crushed stained glass [window].
It was a clear flashback of that scene.
The Maxwell Church atrocity.
I hadn't moved since then.
Father Maxwell, a killer and a priest.
It's me that I want to have killed, saved.
When I snapped out of it, Duo had lied down and fallen asleep.
"You'll catch a cold, yo." I thought to wake him up, but I decided to lay my red Santa jacket [lit: cape] over him and just let him sleep [instead]. At any rate, I thought I'd throw away the used [costume when I left] because it was covered in grease. It didn't mean anything to me.
The quiet, quiet night grew more silent.
I put my partner [back] together straight away.
When I got up to listen to Hilde rant--
I heard a little cry. It was surely Naina's voice. I left the warehouse and quietly checked out the grounds. I felt the trees stir. In the night sky floated [Mars'] second satellite, "Frozen Teardrop", aka Diemos. [It's light], however, wasn't enough to cut through the black darkness. Even so, when my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw shadows moving. Several men disappeared into the woods, carrying an unconscious Naina over their shoulders. I threw my stupid, torn red Santa hat on the ground. It was [awfully] heavy, but I slipped into my long coat, which was stocked with the tools of my trade. This was unforgivable. I feared Naina, who looked outside from the window on the second floor, had been [kidnapped]. Neither Hilde nor the other kids had noticed. That was a fine trick. I hid in the shadows and followed hot on their heels.
[I could tell] there were four men by listening to the sound of their footfalls. They seemed to be men who had received proper training. It was also [the kind of] movement that made it possible that it was a military-like organized act. This was the first time in a long time that I felt [such] excitement. I was thankful that I hadn't had any alcohol. It was like it was time for the "Professional Shinigami" to return. If they were thugs or outlaws, then it would be impossible to have [made it (lit: leadership)] this far. (In point of fact), [I imagined] they were special forces sent out by the Mars Federation or Neuenheim Konzern. The machine sounds I could just barely hear must have been Mars suits on stand-by on the other side of the forest. Not something I could fight [bare handed]. What to do? [How] could I hold my tongue, turn a blind eye and let those guys get away with Naina. No way I could. The only thing I could do was steal one of their Mars suits and put up a fight. When I cleared the forest, four Mars suits standing along the short of the "Lana Green Sea" came into view. There was also a high-speed hover craft parked (at their feet). I guessed the four men dressed in black meant to load her onto the hovercraft. That was when Naina regained consciousness and put up a token resistance. Now was my chance.
It happened when I was thinking about which suit to take. There was a dazzling flash of light. He was [there] in the flash of golden light. That machine was surely a Mars suit. I only had second to confirm, but it wasn't a Gundam and the shape wasn't like any other mobile suit.
"I've come to pick you up, Naina!" The ever-comosed voice sounded out. It was the voice of the man who called himself Cyrene Wind.
"FATHER!" Naina screamed at the top of her lungs. In the next second, three Mars suits were ripped apart. What the hell kind of weapon was he using? The explosion and billowing smoke from the Mars suits obstructed the horizon even more. Before I knew it, Cyrene Wind's brilliantly lit up mobile suit was destroying the last surviving mobile suit. That had been a close call. If I had gotten into the suit, I'd have been instantly killed.
"STOP! Niana Neuenheim is here!" shouted the guy who seemed to be the ring leader, he stuck a gun to the nape of her neck. But Naina was completely unafraid.
"You're wrong! I am Naina Peacecraft," she said cool. "Father, don't mind me!"
Then, in the dazzling light, the cockpit hatch opened and [Cyrene Wind] leisurely appeared from within, "You've grown up...... and grown [more] beautiful, Naina." The [kidnappers] stood motionless, struck dumb. For [members of] either the Mars Federation or Neuenheim Konzer, the man who'd just shown up bore a striking resemblance to their [head honcho]. In fact, they probably didn't know the other guy was a fake [#18]. It wasn't my beloved shotgun, but a sniper riffle outfitted with a scope that I pulled from my long coat.
Naina was grand, "Father! Please kill [them]."
I made to fulfill the demand. I was, after all, a 'father.' [#18.5]
BANG!
I shot the ringleader dead. There is no life which is fit to be taken 296/1/4. I, Shinigami, have so declared ergo it is not wrong. Freed from her captor, Naina ran to Cyrene Wind. The two men who chased after her and the one who made to help their fallen leader, all three of them were in my [cross hairs] and-
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
I sniped them, too. I'd lost my touch. Using four bullets to kill four people? Before, two shots would have sufficed. Well, I was [shooting] against the light and those guys were also pros; it was immediately after my comeback, we'll leave well enough alone there. Those guys, including the four Mars suit pilots, had memories; and they were nice to other people in their time. It was just bad luck they were assigned this mission when the sprite and Cyrene Wind were reunited. More than anything else, the worst [part] was that lovely girl was going to be swept away from Hilde's and my house. If you don't want to lose what's important to you, you absolutely must not take away what's important to someone else.
"Naina......"
"Father......"
Surrounded by a bean of light, Naina and he embraced, overjoyed at their reunion. I'd never seen such a deep bond between parent and child before. Guess that's what "parent" and "child" just is [#19]. There was some kid of brilliance, not just from the light, that made it feel like that was out of my reach. I thought it'd be impossible for me to [have that].
From the light, Naina was shouting something, "Father! I know you're there, Father! [#19.5]"
When I made for the bright light, [she] threw me a small bag.
"Give that to Duo, please...... it's a Christmas present."
When I looked at it, I saw that it was a brown ring for tying off hair. The clear bag was closed with a rabbit-shaped sticker and it was rather girly.
"I apologize that it's such a boring [gift]. I think a braid suits him very well," Naina seemed to be politely bowing. There was a shining that made me thing the sun might have been right there. Using my hand as a visor, I lifted my face, but I couldn't see anything (directly). I totally couldn't confirm the shape of the suit.
"Hey, you're just gonna leave? You should hand it to him yourself, yo."
"No, he blushes too easily...... and I would be a bother to everyone if I stayed any longer."
"I'm taking Naina to Noin...... thank you, Father Maxwell." The pair of them disappeared into the light. They must have closed the cockpit hatch.
"Please express my gratitude to Sister Hilde."
The suit flew off even as it was shoot out its dazzling light. Somewhere deep in my memory, I wanted to recall with nostalgia the sound of those particular over burners firing up.
"No way, could it be a......" It wasn't that I couldn't guess what suit it was; Cyrene Wind must have been looking for someone different than who I'd thought [all along]. All at once, the area returned to its original state of total darkness.
"So Naina left," the voice behind me was Hilde's.
"Yup, she says thanks."
"That girl, such a good kid, huh.... she was surrounded by a bunch of misbehavers, I hope she didn't suffer any bad influences."
"No, I'm sure she's fine...... she said to give this to Duo." I handed the brown hair tie to Hilde.
"Wow, it's nice, isn't it? Until now, he's been using a string like you did."
"Dummy, I used a rubber band."
"She liked Duo, just like I thought she did...... Duo was also all 'Naina this, Naina that.' They were strangle taken with each other." Silent Night- silent Christmas night, our sprite went on a trip with Cyrene Wind.
"...... I'm gonna miss her." Up in the night sky, "Frozen Teardrop" slowly, actually leisurely, like a snail, crossed the sky.
"She'll be fine! [And] Duo's Captain Brat!" The quiet sound of tears felt good.
MC-0022 NEXT WINTER
Suddenly, I heard the earsplitting ring of the communicator. In the midst of the grating noise, the caller was also kicking up a fuss.
"This is Warlock! [Do you copy?]" yelled my idiot son loudly.
Kathy responded calmly, "Security measures are being taken. Call back on {S.L.}"
"What a pain, why don't you do it for--"
Kathy unceremoniously hung up on him. She made the right call. Even with all the digitization, it was just common sense to [take precautions against] possible interceptors. Worse still, in places combat communication regulations have been put into effect, where do you suppose the guys using ordinary long distance communication channels are? [ALT: Where are the guys who use normal long distance communication channels in places where combat communication regulations have been put into effect?] Since being pushed by Hilde, instilling technical skill has not been a foundation. After all, he's just Captain Brat. After a while, he got the password and once the secret line was secure, [my] mean looking son looked even meaner when [his] sullen looking [visage] appeared on the virtual monitor.
"Oi, Father Crapswell! You said Zechs Merquise was on the move?! You gotta let me go, yo! I'm the only one [who can do it]!!" The tie on his braid was still the one he'd received from Naina that night. And he was still (carefully/reverently) wearing a scrap from the collar of the santa suit on his chest. I guess it was sweet if you thought about it, but he was still a little shit with an attitude problem.
"Do what you gotta do......"
"Huh, duh!"
The picture changed and Heero appeared [on the virtual monitor].
"Oi, is it true that Wufei (sallied forth) with Nataku?"
"Yup, it's true."
"You didn't stop him because...?"
"Like I could have stopped the guy! He'd already taken off by the time I'd noticed."
"Roger, I'll go clean up the mess you've made (lit: atone for your mistake)."
The one was communication cut out, "Jerk......" As per usual, his sense in picking words that would irritate was genius-like. "Snow White" and "Warlock" headed for the interception point. Kathy came to give me a report.
"Father, I was successful in hacking the observation satellite."
"Hm......" Like her mother, she was pretty (brilliant). Later, I'd give her a right boring lecture.
"Twenty seconds until contact between "Nataku" and {Epyon}." On the central monitor, the Epyon appeared red in the bright background, flying at low altitude and equipped with its mobile armour.
"So, are you gonna show us what you got, {Epyon Ares}?"
To Be Continued......
# 0 - everyone knows there are about a bajillion different ways to make your speech more polite in Japanese, right? It doesn't come out the same in English most of the time, but she is being "polite" by Fat Max's standards. That's also why I added the "Sirt" at the very start of her lines.
#1 - "Curve the bullet" is a personal style choice I got from Myth Busters from their myth of the same name, the raw text says "lives like yours aren't worth 'bullet avoiding'". In this passage, I believe Duo's talking about Heero and Zechs' connection. BUT the "That guy..." part is odd because it Fat Max distinctly references himself and some other "guy" then goes on to the "burden Heero Yuy is shouldering" and "seeing it through."
#2 - number crunch this and you get an extra thirty EIGHT minutes. If 1 Mars hour = 61 minutes 35 seconds, then twenty four hours in one day would give 24 minutes plus 24 times 35 seconds which is 840 seconds or 14 minutes. 24 plus 14 is 38).
#3 - personal style choice here, from Smashing Pumpkins.
#3.5 - raw text is in plain old "English" and says "4WD." I guess Sumizawa is just saying that if Fat Max had been in a CAR versus a BIKE, but it sounds kind of dumb even in the raw text since Fat Max is all about bikes.
#4 - well, seems like "fracture" and "broken" are the same in Japanese. I'm going to say Fat Max has gone and broken both legs and his arm because does anyone really think he was driving at a prudent speed to have just fractured three out of four limbs and be thanking the powers that be he was actually wearing protective gear?
#5 - What Catherine calls Fat Max is "Obakasan" which *technically* would parse out into "Honorable Mr. Idiot"... and actually, I guess that's not bad. But the whole "honorable" thing is SO not a feature of politeness in English, but something like Mr. Smarty Pants IS, so that's what I went with.
#6 - based on what my dictionary says and the pithy single example it gives, the wording here is two calendar years... which to ME means 730 days, but maybe it means what it means in this context: any amount of time that spans two different years on a calendar i.e. my winter holiday starts on December 27th, 2011 and ends on January 5th, 2012.
#7 - The joke gets lost in English, but in the original Japanese, the words for "compensate" and "doctor's fee" are homophones.
#8 - more homophones humor
#9 - Yeah, Ares is the Greek god of war and a man, but I'm going to stick with boating conventions (and car conventions? ergo also bike conventions?) where the machine is referred to in the feminine. And just in case the formatting gets lost, it's the Ares Hornet BETA III.
#10 - more literally, this says "It was marriage and a special attack".
#11 - basic Japanese issue here: I've never been good at "lend" and "borrow." Based on what happens in the story, all I can really imagine is that the priest OWES Fat Max money, but based on the wording HERE and the wording later in the chapter, I do not feel 100% confident that is the case. For now, I'm translating is as it's the priest in debt to Fat Max though.
#12 - yeah, that's a word. according to wiki, the ends justify the means. Which is exactly what Fat Max says he's *not* but okay.
#13 - didn't Deathscythe get shipping into the sun?
#13.5 - Literally, this says "I had no use for Hilde" and I read it as being more a statement of fact rather than a cold-hearted jab so I took the focus of Hilde as a person and shifted it to her vicinity.
#14 - this is a kind of judo that utilizes twisting and hyper-extending the joints.
#15 - the dictionary says this word is "well," or "finally," or "oh no!" I think "finally" might fit, but the passage doesn't feel ENTIRELY like "finally" to me since Fat Max gets the warm fuzzies when Hilde's telling him how to spell his name.
#16 - Near as I can tell, Fat Max's old adage about not lying still holds true although it's not mentioned specifically in this chapter. I'm not sure how being a "fake" or "shady" enters into the equation (as that's how he justifies NOT making the old priest pay him back). What I can't tell in this passage is if Fat Max is saying "I wouldn't lie about my CARDS" or "I wouldn't lie about my opponent being a PIG." I stuck with the second one because it's the outlaw he's after more than winning the card game here.
#16.5 - literally (and often) Fat Max calls Duo a "kuso gaki" and kuso runs the gamit from "dang" all the way to "shit" depending on who says it and in what context. This is the same word a hardened criminal would use to express displeasure as it is an 8 year old little boy would use to express his. Japanese has a disappointing lack of swear words. Anyway, at this juncture, Fat Max doesn't seem put out by anything Duo's done so I feel the "kuso" in this passage is more a fond term for a known troublemaker: squirt. Other times, when Duo is being less agreeable, "little shit" works for me. The reverse may well also be true, but given Duo's personality, I can only imagine he refers to Fat Max as a "kuso jijii" (crap, shit old man) out of anger.
#17 - three different words are used for memory in this passage. Omoide is [A], kioku is [B], and memorii is [C]. Omoide, I feel, is more along the lines of nostalgic memories. It's often used when talking about the past and how fun something, like a shared trip, was. Kioku is more like factual things you recall for tests and stuff, you INTEND to remember a "kioku" thing more so than an "omoide" thing. Memorii is obviously a loan from English and usually used when talking about computer memory (or to idiot foreigners).
#17.5 - literally, it's a "goddess statue" but in my passing knowledge of Christianity, the virgin Mary seems to be the best choice among females features as statues at religious establishments.
#18 - it's MC-0018. correct me if I'm wrong, but Fat Max thinks the bad guys are either from the Mars Federation OR Neuenhiem. I suppose higher ups at Neueheim KNOW they've planted a fake in the Mars Federation. I also suppose it's possible to explain the 6 years between this sighting of the REAL Miliardo as a dashing young man and the murder of the FAKE Miliardo as a wrinkly old man is supposed to be explained by the Mars aging disease. How convenient.
#18.5 - Just FYI, Naina uses the word for father than means "male parental unit."
#19 - quotes around parent and child are mine.
#19.5 - This is Naina speaking intentionally to Fat Max.
