Author Notes: I spent a lot of time on this part, and I'm not particularly pleased with it. Believe it or not, writing paragraphs on end about the beauty of war and absolute pacifism is very difficult. Second, regarding the poll I took, the reason Relena was not given as a pilot for Wing Gundam is that I cannot write battle scenes to save my life. That's actually the only reason this fic is narrated by Relena, she's the only character who has never/will not be in a mobile suit battle.

We didn't have a plan, exactly. An idea, yes, something we were willing to try, yes, but an actual plan? No. Milliardo had been a part of OZ for quite some time; he knew how it worked, who was in charge, how the hierarchy was fashioned. The idea was somewhat obvious-get OZ out of the control of Treize Khushrenada. If a weaker official was placed in control, OZ would fall and the colonies would be saved. Best case scenario was even better though, get Treize out of office and 'Zechs Merquise' in. With a pacifist in control of the world's military, wars as we know them would be confined to history books.

Okay, maybe that's not entirely accurate. Zechs Merquise was a warrior, but his days were numbered. Milliardo Peacecraft was merely biding his time until the mask of Zechs Merquise could be taken off forever. Milliardo was a believer in peace.

Unfortunately, we had a slight problem. With the Gundams popping in and out, OZ was in a critical time, the election of a new leader for OZ was not very likely. We were going to need a plan if my brother was going to rise to power. If Zechs could make the Alliance loose faith in Treize, and then convince the leaders to have him take control of OZ, well then, that's it, we win.

We knew what we had to do, we knew what we wanted to do, we just didn't know how.

Luckily, fate was on our side. The Romafeller Foundation was, as it seemed even higher than the Earth Sphere Alliance. The leaders of the Foundation were pro-war and quickly losing faith in Treize, as we hoped the Alliance would. It was rumored that the highest officials of the Romafeller were going to ask, i.e. force, Treize to step down.

According to my brother, Treize always wants OZ, and the members of OZ, to look good for the public, no matter how shady the people inside really are, the public is more likely to trust their officials that way. If the people trust OZ, they are more likely to join the military forces and/or believe in OZ's principals. The better OZ looked the better it was.

For example, Duo introduced me a girl named Hilde Schibecker. She was from the same colony as him and volunteered to become an OZ officer. OZ looked like a good, honest organization on L2. They convinced the people that all they wanted was to protect the colonies and help them, even thought that was far from the real goal. For the sake of her colony, her home, Hilde joined OZ and was more than prepared for to die for the cause. That's was happens to the people when OZ looks good in their eyes. Treize was apparently pushing this appearance, while at the same time underestimating the Gundam pilots. For OZ, that was not a good combination. Never under any circumstance underestimate a Gundam. Within 48 hours of meeting Duo, Hilde was no longer a part of the OZ organization. Suddenly, OZ didn't look so good to Hilde anymore.

Right now, you're probably wondering what the heck I'm trying to say. If Treize is so concerned about how OZ looks in the eyes of the people, then he will step down quietly. He won't put up a fight because that would make OZ look bad. If Romafeller does want Treize out, he'll go, end story.

So, for the next week, we, my brother, Miss Noin and I, got to have fun with propaganda. Mista Treize out, Milli-niisan in. (Naturally, Miss Noin is very enthusiastic with this idea. It's actually somewhat sad how much she works to push Zechs up.) We want my brother to become the next leader of OZ, he was a well-known hero of OZ and decorated warrior. OZ and the Romafeller Foundation would of course see him as a beacon of their ideals, as he has fought for them for so long. He was the perfect choice.

Every week there is a meeting of almost every representative of the Earth Sphere Alliance. Basically every one who can make it goes. Some of the reps. are too busy with the matters of their country, but this particular week was a very important meeting. If indeed Treize was going to be evicted from OZ, it was rumored this would be the meeting it would happen during. Personally, I hadn't gone to one of these meeting for a few months, (not since I kind of sort of told the whole place off. I know, I'm a bitch, no need to point it out.) but, I was going to this one.

Not surprisingly, Romafeller made a big ceremony of having Treize place his sword down and stepping down from OZ. Miss Noin, Milliardo, myself and various other peace-minded individuals held our breathes while the chairperson of the Foundation (yeah, like I know what his war-obsessed name is) made a show of talking about how important OZ will be to the future of the Earth Sphere Alliance, and then Treize Khushranada stepped up to the podium once more.

"What's he doing?" I asked Miss Noin and my brother.

"Shh, Miss Relena. He's probably going to announce his successor." Noin said.

Previous to Treize's speech, I thought my name was Relena Peacecraft. Apparently that's not it, because that's the name that was announced. A hush fell over the chamber was that name was said. Scared out of my mind, I turned to Miss Noin.

"Wh-what did h-he say-ay?" I asked, my voice shaking. Miss Noin poked my side.

"Exactly what you heard," she said with an awed smile, she pushed me so that I would walk up to the podium and claim my title.

"But Milliardo-" I began.

"Is not a politician," he said. "I am too stained with blood to be able to truly complete our objectives." I took one of my brother's hands in both of my own.

"You are a true knight of Peacecraft, brother," I whispered. Reluctantly, I pulled my hands away from Milliardo and walked slowly towards the podium. I paused rather than continuing past Treize. "Why?" I asked. I knew I needed his answer before I could accept this post, "why me?"

"Human beings," Treize said, "have an extraordinary will to fight for things they believe is right. They are capable of immediately accepting their fate if dying for the cause is what must happen. When people are fighting in this frame of mind, war can be a beautiful thing, a true art. When the cause becomes irrelevant and only winning for the sake of winning is what the soldier wants, the value of a soldier's life is lost, and the fighting itself is irrelevant. In this frame of mind, war is no longer an acceptable means of solving a conflict. The war is nothing more than an excuse for carnage. The war between OZ and those who oppose the organization has turned to just that. This war must come to an end, and you are the one to end it."

I nodded and began to resume my walk towards the podium, but Treize grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Romafeller will not agree with you on any counts," he told me, "but OZ is your organization now. You are in no position to listen to them, no matter how many times anyone tells you that you must. They only allowed you to take this position because you are young and can be manipulated. Don't let it happen, follow your own ideals, as I followed mine." He let go of my arm now and I continued my walk.

Standing by the podium was a high ranking officer of the Romafeller Foundation.

"Your Excellency," he drawled to me, "please, say a few words." I stepped behind the podium for the first time since I told the Alliance they were all very mistaken.

"I must admit," I said after taking a deep breath, "that I was not by any means prepared for this position. I also must admit that I still think any one who sees war as an acceptable means of solving any sort of conflict is mistaken. If people were truly interested in ceasing conflict they would work at it in a way that would not ultimately result in more of a conflict. History has taught us that once the fighting in a war has ended, the people of the opposing factions still hold hostilities towards one another. With this among other thoughts, is why I hold my views on absolute pacifism. Pacifism is, worded as simply as possible, a belief that all conflicts can be solved with words. With that principal in mind, and as the highest authority of the OZ organization," as I said that, I looked a Treize, who nodded in affirmation, "I hereby order the stop of the production of all OZ mobile suits and mobile dolls. In addition, all customary police raids, weapons manufacturing and general uncalled for violence inflicted on the people of the colonies at the hands of OZ to be stopped immediately. Some people see peace as merely a result of war, with that opinion in mind, OZ officially surrenders. I would like to negotiate a treaty with the leaders of the colonies as soon as possible." After this, I paused. That was everything that I needed to say then. "Thank you." I ended my speech, (entirely impromptu, I would like to add) and stepped away from the podium. I walked past the table with the high ranking members of Romafeller. I stared into the eyes of the chairman.

"I will not fade away simply because you want me to," I hissed, and then turned away from them to take my former seat with Miss Noin and Milliardo.

As I walked back to my seat, I noticed a familiar face on the highest level of the meeting hall, in the seats reserved for the public, who are allowed to sit in on any meeting. With him, were four other unfamiliar faces, making five all in all. Three were smiling, one was disinterested and one was wearing an OZ uniform and had hair in front of his face. I grinned up at them and Duo gave me a thumbs up. The blond boy and the girl with short blue-black hair, (that's Hilde) waved even thought I didn't know them. The Chinese boy and the OZ soldier, who works for me now didn't smile. I almost laughed when I realized my organization had uniforms, crazy huh?

Later, when the meeting had ended and my appointment with the colony leaders had been set, Miss Noin, Milliardo, and myself saw the Duo and Hilde waiting outside for me.

"All right, Your Excellency!" Duo shouted. "We win!"

"Don't call me that, Duo," I said, "there's nothing excellent about me."

Duo shook his head. "You stopped the war in a day, Lena. I'd say that's pretty damn excellent."

"No, I'm just a spoiled little bitch who always gets her own way."

Duo pulled me into a hug and out of the corner of my eye, I saw at girl with long blond hair walk past, looking very angry.

Author Notes: Hehehe, stay tuned as the G-boys, Rel, Milli and Treize face off against the 'Treize Faction' and why is Dorothy so mad? I'm finally back in the swing of this writing thing. BUt be warned, I don't have a lot of time for writing. School is back in and I have Chemistry and AP History, so unlike last year when I wrote during the school year, I have to study. A lot. Bleh.