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Writings, turn 2 Sept 12, 2010 5:18:01 GMT -5

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Post by Threid on Sept 12, 2010 5:18:01 GMT -5

“You sure we’ll be okay out there?”
 
“Of course not, idiot! It’s a battle – that’s the whole point! We’re fighting, they’re fighting – everybody’s fighting!”
 
“Why?”
 
“’Cause you need to fight for what’s important to you!”
 
Roslyn came out from the Zinnia in style, flourishing with the recently-cleaned Kampfer, and the Zaku trailing behind, somewhat unsure of itself, it seemed. They had never been ones to get directly involved in the war – this was the closest they’d come, really – and the gigantic battle in front of them was a little intimidating. A couple pilots could get eaten alive in a battle like that, without anyone even noticing.
 
Would they be noticed? Would they be missed if they didn’t make it out? Would the Zinnia escape? With an effort, Roslyn pushed these questions and more out of her head. She had always approached life – and the war – with a mix of opportunism, lone star tactics, tight-knit grouping, serious thought and a bit of light-heartedness. Taking part in A Baoa Qu had been a big step for her, and she wasn’t going to give it anything less than her best.
 
“It’s a Zaku!” Roslyn’s comrade gesticulated wildly at a mobile suit-shaped dot in the distance.
 
“That’s no Zaku, silly. That’s a GM,” Roslyn corrected, as the thing – or at least, what was left of it – drifted into view. The top half was horribly marred by AA fire, and the bottom half had been melted clean off by beam weapons. It was like stepping on a corpse on your way onto the battlefield.
 
“Right. What happened to its legs? What happened to its top?!”
 
“Doesn’t matter; it’s not going to happen to us! We’ll watch each other’s backs. After all, we’re not in the military; we don’t have to follow orders. We can just focus on protecting each other, getting through this thing safely, and fighting for what we believe in, not for what the military wants us to fight for. That’s part of why we’re human, after all: We get to choose.”
 
The two pilots made their way cautiously into the melee, trying not to draw too much attention to themselves, while trying to shoot at everything that looked like an enemy from extreme range.
 
<center>~</center>
 
Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Athena’s wrath, Veronica Wu was entertaining the decidedly-different Dagobert Lavache. The two were settled over a table of tea, set for two. Veronica had decided that there was no reason to keep the man in the brig – not when he was so well-behaved, and articulate to boot. She hadn’t had many people on her own side to reflect on the war with, during her time in the ZEF, and having a high-ranked Federation officer on board was proving to be quite cathartic. And since M-particle interference was too high to do much in the way of coordination… She listened as he continued talking.
 
“Everyone on both sides is just so completely understood. All the Zeon forces just assume we’re a bunch of space-hungry bastards, bent on domination and against personal freedom. On the other hand, there is widespread anti-Zeon sentiment in the Earth Federation forces. Lots of people just think Zeon wants to rule everything, too, and that they don’t really care about freedom, really. Without this demonization, I don’t think most men could bring themselves to participate in a war like this.”
 
“It’s amazing what a bit of propaganda and fear-mongering can accomplish. One minute, everyone is a human being, just trying to carve out a place for himself and his family, and the next, he feels that he has to join the army, or risk losing everything to the big, bad enemy. The scary part, of course, is that it might be true! If the enemy manages to monger fear better than you, and pushes the war to your doorstep, what can you do? Even though you aren’t in the military, you’re still ‘one of them’ – little less than a traitor, in their eyes. Do men have a choice to fight when their governments call them to it?”
 
Veronica sipped her tea.
 
<center>~</center>
 
Elsewhere, Orange Base was struggling to advance behind its contingent of mobile suits. Aurem, Kyle and Thorvald were doing their best, but the clouds of Zakus, along with the ZEF’s best, made space a difficult place to travel. Zeon was holding the line. Florian and Richard had been dispatched to deal with the 3 Federation aces, and they were having a similarly hard time holding the line. Fortunately, the friendly support from the Zakus was helping them overcome the 3-2 odds.
 
Breakfister Turbulance had been called over to help push the flagging advance, and charged into the battle with all the fervor that he imagined the Red Comet would have. The GM Command space type was handling smoothly, and he felt that he could take on anything.
 
“That’s the bastard that killed Emil!” Florian screamed, immediately breaking away from Banks to pursue Breakfister’s GM Command in his Perfect Zeong. The massive mobile suit tore through space with its powerful thrusters, belching beams from its many beam cannons.
 
Breakfister’s confidence quickly turned to discretion, which he had once heard was the better part of valor. And though he wasn’t sure what the meant, he knew that it meant you were allowed to run away once in a while. He shuddered as one of the massive beams passed a few meters from his suit, thundering into the space below Orange Base.
 
Orange Base had thick armor. Orange Base had a crack crew of gunners. Orange Base would make the perfect retreat location. Jamming the throttle to the max, Breakfister jumped below the large battleship, the twin of White Base, and over to the other side. The GM Command was fast, and he turned to deal with the assault from the giant mobile suit, which he expected to be right behind him.
 
There was nothing there except Orange Base. Oh well. Guess I got away.
 
Florian was filled with rage. That man could not be allowed to survive, not after what he had done! Orange Base was just an obstacle in his way – a small one – and he would not tolerate it. He saw the Heavy Gundam, Ez8 and Blue Destiny pursuing him, but he didn’t care. He drew his giant heat sword, ready to cleave the ship before him in two, heedless of the AA fire that glanced off his machine’s thick armor, dodging the megaparticle fire from the Gundams that were attacking him. Orange Base would pay. The GM Command would pay. All of them would pay!
 
Suddenly, where before there had only been Orange Base, there was a Blue Destiny Unit II
 
“Stay away from Orange Base, ye great monster! You won’t take the Prince of Orange on our watch!” I’m with you, Thorvald! Marion assented. The Blue Destiny held up its arms to block the attack, shunting it to the side as it tore through them – but not enough: The reactor of the Blue Destiny II had been breached.
 
“Och. We did it lass. It’s been a pleasure serving with a faerie like you.” That we did, Thorvald. I mean, yes, we did. And yes, it was.
 
Florian stared in disbelief as the Blue Destiny II exploded in front of him. He felt the death of its pilot, and it was hitting him hard. He hadn’t known that there was a Newtype aboard the Blue Destiny. He hadn’t known that there was another Newtype besides Breakfister.
 
Why was it so hard to raise his sword again? Why was he feeling so much grief, and why now? The deaths of Florian, Lalah, and now this new presence, all rushed into him at once, and he tried awkwardly to pull the Perfect Zeong backward. He had to get out of there.
 
“Bastard!” Aurem shouted, as Kyle put a GM Sniper II round into the Perfect Zeong’s legs. Florian couldn’t move. He was paralyzed with grief, and resignation. If this is what war was like…
 
“Thorvald was our friend, and Marion was his faerie! For Arieta, and for all those we hold dear!” Aurem twisted by Florian’s half-hearted thrust with the giant heat sword, and plunged it deep into the Perfect Zeong’s cockpit. He blasted it with his cannon as he pulled it out, thusting backward away from the resulting explosion.
 
So much death. The young Newtype thought, as he joined his brothers and sisters in dark silence.
 
<center>~</center>
 
“I agree with you to a certain extent, but a lot of the men out there are fighting for ideals which clash with our own. It’s all well and good to say that everyone’s just human, tossed around by their governments, but in the end, every man has to make the choice, and some don’t,” Veronica returned, peeking out the window at the battle outside. Things were going about as well as could be expected.
 
“Some of the men may be like gears in a machine, but others are actively turning, fighting for something real – something that they can only attain through force in war. Of course, all of Zeon’s men would claim they’re fighting for freedom for the Principality, but a few of them understand what that means, and they want to fight regardless. They’re not fighting out of fear of losing what they have back home, or just out of battle-lust; they really think they can change things.
 
“I’m sure it’s the same in the Federation. Some people understand that Zeon won’t stop until the Federation military poses no threat to their independence, and that means that there will be collateral damage, no matter how hard we all may fight to avoid it. They are simply fighting to protect what they hold dear, and to put down what they believe to be a maligned rebellion against a fair government. They are more than duty-driven; they are driven internally, by their own ideas, not by circumstances. They’ve made sacrifices, and they keep fighting – not because they’re resigned to it, but because they believe their cause is just.” Veronica’s face was a bit flushed with excitement as she finished.
 
Dagobert smiled as he cut in. “That is true, and these men are certainly admirable, but at this stage in the war, there is so little left to fight for (or against)! The Principality exists as a mere shadow of what it once was. The infrastructure of the Side 3 colonies have changed to support the war effort, and millions of people have died. The Federation has gained in strength, and Zeon’s military might, though still impressive (and well-commanded, I might add!). At the end of the war – which the Federation will almost certainly win, by the looks of things – there won’t be a Principality proper left. There will only be men and women intensely interested in the cause of freedom, who have to rebuild their normal way of life.
 
“There are different kinds of people left fighting this war: Those who believe they must continue to fight for their ideals so that they do not betray them, those who feel they must fight until the opposition is completely crushed, and those who wish to end the war, accept the political ramifications, and continue on with their lives. Most are a mix of those three, and there are good and bad things to be said of them all, but which kind would you say you are, Brigadier General Wu?”
 
Soldat McFortune, the strangely-christened Zeon ace, was fighting a fierce battle alongside the difficult-to-spell and harder-to-pronounce Olivia Baklitskaia, and the ever-bubbly Anya Wilds. Their opponents were the cream of White Base’s crop, minus Amuro: Sayla, Hayato, Kai, and Job John. While the GMs and Zakus exchanged 90mm rounds, these 7 mobile suits dominated the battlefield. It was generally accepted by the others that to interrupt the higher-tier battle was to invite doom upon oneself, and those engaged in it had little attention to spare for a quick shot to anyone else but on their opponent.
 
They’d all switched targets several times, and had all sustained minor damage, but neither side had been able to get the edge on the other, no matter how much they dodged, blasted, anticipated, twisted, thrusted, flashed, circled, strafed, double-teamed, attacked, retreated, or any combination of the above. Windows of opportunity closed almost before they opened, and they were small, to boot.
 
Fortunately, Olivia was very good at making her own windows. “Crimson Flash!” she cried, opening her arms wide, shooting with her beam rifle as she did so, simultaneously slashing with her beam saber in the other hand. It was a risky maneuver, but Job John did not expect it, and he never had a chance to get over the surprise at such an unorthodox maneuver on the battlefield from one of Zeon’s aces: By the time his neurons would have had time to register surprise, they were vaporized, along with the rest of his body, and most of his cockpit.
 
But the odd position had left Olivia vulnerable, and Hayato and Kai were quick to press the advantage. Only a combined defensive front held by Soldat and Anya kept the Crimson Flasher from paying more than she could afford for her kill. As it was, she escaped with her right arm half blown off from a strike from Kai’s Guncannon.
 
<center>~</center>
 
Theirs was not the only battle being fought on a level far above that of their peers. Two more such battles raged on in North field, the first between Yazan Gable and Anaval Gato. Gato had always been a man of few words, and he was not responding to most of Gable’s persistent taunting. There was little reason to, in his mind. The reasons why he was fighting were clear to him, and if his opponent was devoting resourcing towards talking, he was a less effective mobile suit pilot, and no amount of bold claims or shouted words would change that.
 
They danced around the battlefield, and around them, men almost stopped to stare at the exchange. Watching two skilled men at work in their mobile suits was a rare treat, and the two aces were putting on an excellent show. Gable’s GM Sniper II was not well-suited for one-on-one combat, but he was making the best of the weapons he had on hand, trying to stay out of reach of Gato’s MMP-80 and his one remaining Panzerfaust, while conserving his GM Sniper II rifle rounds. He had already shot 4, and that meant he only had one more chance at a long-range attack before he’d be forced to retreat for more ammo.
 
Gato was in a similar situation; he’d exhausted his Giant Bazooka ammo already. One of the Federation ships had gotten a bit too close, and he’d let them have it. He was saving his last Panzerfaust round for an opportune time, but it was hard to find an opening. Finally, when he thought he’d found one, his opponent darted behind a piece of debris, and the Panzerfaust shattered harmlessly against its surface. He spent the remaining rounds in his MMP-80 to cover his retreat back to Delaz’s Gwazine; he could resupply there and make a second attempt at taking down his rival.
 
But even that fight did not hold a candle to the one between Amuro and Char. Their battle was far from silent on both ends, however. As they fought with their machines, the Gundam and the Zeong, they also traded words.
 
“Lalah would not have died if it weren’t for you! Why’d you have to get her involved in this war, huh?!” Amuro cried, lancing out with his beam saber.
 
“It’s people like you who made her necessary in this war! And remember, you’re the one who killed her!” Char said, rather unfairly, as he tried to counter the swing with an attack from one of the Zeong’s hand-bits.
 
“Why are you still fighting in this war? All it does is kill people who could be enjoying life!” Another swipe with the beam saber.
 
“We have to fight to protect the things that are important to us. You know that.” Another parry.
 
“What’s left?! Lalah is gone, and another 2 Newtypes have just died – you must have felt them!” This time, Amuro connected with the Zeong, and one of its hand-bits floated away, sliced clean off.
 
“I am fighting for her memory, and for what I know myself to be true!” This time, the counterattack cut through one of the Gundam’s arms.
 
The duel continued, ranging far from where it had started, past the Zakus and GMs, past the ships still cutting themselves to pieces with megaparticle cannons, near A Baoa Qu itself. And as the duo reached the giant asteroid, the forces in the reserve field stared in wonder at the ferocity of their resolve.
 
<center>~</center>
 
Veronica Wu set her teacup down firmly. “I know what kind of person I am, what this war is about, where it is headed, and why I have fought.” She stood up, and started walking toward the bridge. “And I know what I should do about it.”
 
<center>~</center>
 
“Lord Ghiren, we have lost both the Dolos, the Solar System takeover has failed, and Federation ships are moving in on the fortress. What are your orders?” The officer was shaking, though it was not apparent whether from fear or rage.
 
Ghiren Zabi’s rage, however, was apparent. “We continue to fight! The battle is not lost yet – not until the last man!” His face, normally smug and calm, was marred by dark circles under his eyes, and a peculiar gleam in his eyes that spoke of lofty dreams, madness, or maybe both.
 
The young officer was about to ask how they were to go about fighting against such a fearsome force, when Kycilia saved him the trouble, entering abruptly onto the bridge.
 
“Degwin was on that ship – the one torn to pieces by our Solar Ray – one of our ships, carrying our own men. Did you know that when you ordered it to fire? Did you, Ghiren?”
 
“The demonstration of the might of Zeon via the Solar Ray was necessary, as was the eradication of General Revil. The tactical value of such a strike cannot be denied, Kycilia. Why was Degwin there, if not to give in to the Earthnoids’ pitiful demands for surrender?! Why would we surrender? We are the future of humanity in space! We represent the greatest of humanity, the strongest, and the most adaptable! And Degwin wanted to come to terms with those backward-thinking people, at the cost of our dreams! If he was there to make peace on their terms, he deserved what he got, Kycilia.”
 
“So do you,” Kycilia said, pulling her handgun from the holster at her side, and shooting Ghiren in the forehead. The commander fell, the look of surprise, horror and pride frozen on his face.
 
“Remember your valiant leader, Ghiren Zabi, who died bravely in battle,” she said as she turned to leave.
 
<center>~</center>
 
“Thorvald?! No…” Nigel almost put his face in his hands, but he was the Prince of Orange, and the expression of grief during battle was neither prudent nor proper. “Concentrate our anti-aircraft fire on the remaining Zeon ace; we need to support Kyle and Aurem out there! Comm officer, radio in for some mobile suit reinforcements, if any can be spared! Navigations, advance with the other ships! We need to keep formation!”
 
Orange Base, once the butt of almost everyone’s jokes, was strangely serious now. No one laughed at the strange plaid color scheme. No one joked about fishing in space, or about bets between the ships’ officers. They were a team, and they were in battle. Somehow, like White Base, they had grown to be an effective team in combat. And like Bright, Nigel felt a certain kinship with those who served under him.
 
“Sir, we’re receiving a transmission from… from the Athena’s Wrath, sir! From Brigadier General Veronica Wu of the Zeon Expeditionary Force!”
 
“Put her through immediately!” Nigel said promptly. Whatever she had to say to him, it had better be short.
 
“Captain Ferdinand, this is Brigadier General Veronica Wu, with your Rear Admiral Dagobert Lavache. We need to talk.”
 
“I am rather busy, Ms. Wu, but I can spare a few moments.”
 
“The path this battle is taking is clear, as is its destination. Why should we continue on it, knowing what we will find: More death, more sacrifice, for the same result. To put it more plainly: Your Rear Admiral and I have been talking, and have come to the conclusion that a cease-fire would be to our mutual benefit, in this case. Would you be willing to help us arrange this?”
 
Nigel was silent for a moment, thinking of Thorvald, and all the other men he had lost under his command. Would they accept a cease-fire? Then again, surely Wu had lost as many or more under her command, including some of her own flesh and blood – her husband, some said. If she could bring herself to stop fighting, then so could he.
 
“Lavache says he can make it an order, if you like,” Wu interjected, interpreting his silence as unwillingness.
 
“No, that is alright. We will work together with you on this, Brigadier General Wu. I will spread the order to my pilots, and to the other ships in our area.” He glanced at the stunned faces of those on the bridge. “Now, let us discuss the details…”
 
<center>~</center>
 
Richard Banks had lost himself completely in the rage and grief that Florian’s death had wrought. Stacked on top of the recent loss of Emil, it was all he could do to keep from screaming, as he brought the Gelgoog Marine Comander to bear on the two Gundams from Orange Base with a ferocity in battle that could only be compared to Aurem’s, when Arieta’s mobile suit had been obliterated by the enemy.
 
He fought with little regard for his own life, but his considerable experience as a mobile suit pilot kept him from death, even matched against two of the Federation’s finest. One each for Emil, and Florian, he thought grimly, as he fought for an opening to strike at either suit’s cockpit. The joy of battle was gone, as was the camaraderie, replaced by an emptiness that only the death of his enemies could fill, now. His machinecannons thundered, forcing Aurem and Kyle to seek refuge behind pieces of debris, which he hacked to pieces. The mobile suits fled before him as from a demon.
 
He would run out of ammo soon, he knew. If he pulled out his beam saber, and just drove forward, he could probably take out at least one of them, especially if he pulled out his puncher shield. The GM Sniper II rifle that Kyle held was powerful, but he could dodge it. The Heavy Gundam’s cannon would be problematic, but as long as he could limit the damage to the non-vital areas. A plan began to crystallize in Banks’ head, and he smiled grimly as he realized that there would be no way out for him.
 
It’s what they would have wanted. I should have protected them! I could have worked together with them better! He wasn’t sure how – he had always done his best to protect his fellow pilots in the Zeon Expeditionary Force – but he knew that he shared in the responsibility for their deaths. It was only a small part, though, and he was forced to bear the lion’s share of the grief, while his opponents, who had the larger part, were probably laughing it off! He shivered, as he prepared to draw his beam saber, prepared to charge.
 
“Lieutenant Commander Banks! Stand down! I repeat, stand down! This is Brigadier General Wu, and we have negotiated a cease-fire with the Federation forces in the area!”
 
Banks stared in disbelief at the beam saber, which was meters away from the Heavy Gundam’s chest. He should have died. Florian should not have. The Heavy Gundam should have fired, and the other Gundam too. Why was he still alive. He looked wonderingly at the GM Sniper II rifle floating past him, and at the upraised arms of his opponents. That’s it?
 
He funneled his rage into his duty. Voice even, he responded, “Acknowledged, General Wu. Standing down.”

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S&R Sept 12, 2010 1:30:45 GMT -5

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Post by pinksoyuz on Sept 12, 2010 1:30:45 GMT -5

An eerie sight presided over the battlefield-- an unnatural one at that. Hulks and carcasses of twisted metal could be seen all up to a certain point, and poof it all dropped off. It was large swath of open space flanked by areas littered with the wastes of combat. However unlike, perhaps, the edges of the Asteroid Belt, it was as if someone ran a putty knife through the area and wiped it clean. Haifa tried to make sense of what she witnessed a few minutes prior, but seeing solid, tangible objects seemingly atomize into thin "air" wasn't exactly an easy thing to believe. Along with hundreds of other pilots, DeGrau, her savior, was no more.

Vigorously shaking from the aftereffects of an adrenaline surged few minutes, she tried to calm herself down with long, extended breaths while staring blankly at her center screen. Her fingers ached from squeezing on the control sticks for what seemed like a millennium, and her legs burned as if she recently completed a marathon. Short of great willpower, there was no way that she could continue fighting right now.

So when she saw the sight of a couple of suviving Zaku II's converge on her position, she was absolutely elated to find signs of life amongst the Zeon forces in the sector, but then it dawned on her that the level of Minovsky particle saturation would most likely have the Zaku pilots think of her as the enemy; the fact that most of the pilots were greenhorns elevated her worry even further. Haifa immediately sent out a light pattern that she desperately wished would be recognized by the inexperienced pilots, and to her relief they seemed to acknowledge the message.

Coming in for touch communications, one of the Zaku II pilots then asked, "Are you the GM Command we were told to look out for?"

"I'm glad you guys didn't shoot me on sight," replied the woman somewhat elated. Taking off her helmet, she noticed the low rank of the pilot and asked, "You holding up okay?"

He immediately took off his helmet and it was obvious that the man, no, boy was shaken up. "Yeah, I think we're fine. Stokes and I are all that's left of our squad-- hell, probably our entire company. I think we lost all our NCOs in the last attack. That and we're bingo fuel and guns"

Haifa couldn't help but smile at the private's little remark, and she found it nothing short of amazing that such a soldier could even be thinking about continuing the fight. "I think search and rescue should be our main worry now," she said while nodding at the man. "Establish a search pattern and look for survivors; I doubt the Federation is going to return any time soon."

The man agreed with Haifa's assessment and the three of them began to comb the debris field for survivors. One by one, the group slowly found pilots, and for each one they saved, their minds managed to regain a bit of lost sanity.

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Writings, turn 2 Sept 11, 2010 21:23:58 GMT -5

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Post by Ketara on Sept 11, 2010 21:23:58 GMT -5

S FIELD

 
Since the beginning of the conflict between the Earth Federation and the Duchy of Zeon, new regions of debris and hazard zones had sprouted across the Earth Sphere. Junk and wreckage clutter the vast emptiness, forcing travel routes to change constantly. In some areas, travel is outright discontinued due to the likelihood of fatal collisions.
 
On December 31, 0079 the region around A Bao A Qu is becoming one such area.
 
The two opposing forces continue to grind each other relentlessly. An unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object. For a while, the only thing that changes is the amount of people who die.
 
Until one side got an edge and held onto it.
 
<center>~</center>
 
The scene that Oberscharfuhrer Junichi Ghettid and Provisional Perspehone Dawn found at S Field is alarming. The swarm of Zeon MS that was supposed to keep the EFSF fleet at bay had been pushed so close to the Dolos-class Doloroa, that the massive vessel is using its weapons against GMs rather than Federal warships.
 
Junichi Ghettid cocks the Kampfer's shotgun as he rockets straight into the melee. A distracted GM looked just in time to be struck in the face by the butt of the shotgun. Two rounds later and the GM became abstract art. The bald SS officer slapped the sad excuse for mobile weapon away like trash before continuing onwards.
 
The Zaku II Manipulator Type is not to be outdone as Persephone Dawn launched Panzerfaust after Panzerfaust into the mass of Federal mobile suits. The resourceful newtype uses the four manipulator arms to reach for hand operated ordinance left drifting by dead mobile suits. The ripple of explosions is large enough to be mistaken for a missile volley from a capital ship.
 
The sudden appearance of two Zeon aces rallied the dwindling defenders as Zeon retaliated agains the Federal advance. Ghettid introduced several Federal pilots to Zeonic steel as Persephone Dawn grabbed extra rifles. The multi-limbed killing machine opened up a path with a storm of bullets.
 
The commotion did not got unnoticed however. From above, beam fire assaulted the two Zeon veterans. The hysterical Seaman Yuka Kazami giggles with glee as her GM Sniper II pounced. Her face is twisted as though she is on the biggest sugar high in the world. Not surprisingly, there are no friendlies around her.
 
"Why don't you just roll up into a ball and die?!" taunts Kazami to Persephone Dawn.
 
From a different direction, the more calm Sublieutenant Arleana Kerrigan took calculated shots at her adversaries. To her surprise, heavier mega particle fire flew past her towards the Zeon lines. The head of the GM Command Kai turns to see a Salamis Revised bearing down on her.
 
"Need some heavy lifting, Sarah?" asked the ever flirting Ray Tatsuma.
 
"My name is Arleana, you pig!" corrected Kerrigan as she flipped her GM Command Kai out of the way of incoming fire.
 
"We got some suppressing fire going. DOn't know how long we can keep it up in this mess so you better move your ass!"
 
"You begin to annoy me, lieutenant..."
 
"Hey! Finally a reaction!"
 
"But don't think that I need you."
 
"Oh but you do."
 
"Should you become a nuisance..." Kerrigan stopped mid sentence as Ghettid unloads several bazooka round in her direction. Dawn is keeping the loony Kazami at bay by hosing her like a bad puppy.
 
"... I'll kill you myself!" shouted the GM Command Kai pilot as she lunged at the Kampfer with beam saber drawn. The Schuzstaffel pilot reacted quickly as he parried the blow with his own beam saber. Their blades locked for a moment that stretched into eternity. Then the Kampfer's foot shot up and kicked the GM Command away, as Kerrigan braced herself in her cockpit, Ghettid pressed the attack. The SS soldier open fire with his 40mm head vulcans while closing the distance to use his beam saber again.
 
But a meddling GM got in his way, allowing Kerrigan to disappear behind a wall of RB-79 Balls. Not that far away, Kazami did the same though but at the expense of tons of Zeon ammunition. The multi-limbed Zaku II is out of new guns to seize and is now beginning to switch to heathawks. But even Persephone Dawn's advance is halted when the Zaku II Fs accompanying her exploded in rapid succession.
 
Henken's line of Salamis cruisers are upon them. They had hesitated to provide covering AA fire for each but are now advancing in fixed formation. The phalanx of light cruisers took the weight of the Zaku swarm off the advancing GMs. As the Zeon line flinched in response, the Federal mobile weapons seized the opportunity and pushed with all the strength they had left.
 
The fighting suddenly got more fierce than either side has anticipated. The three main warships of the Zeon defense line are now under heavy fire from the advancing Federal warships. The two Musais reared off in an attempt to scatter, least they get allowed a Federal gunner a two-for-one prize. The Zanzibar Kai-class Lili Marleen did better as it tries to blunt the Salamis push. The Dolos-class Doloroa struck out angrily at the approaching formation. Two Salamis cruisers crumble under the combined might but that does nothing to stem the tide.
 
But it happen too fast and too hard for the Zeon defenders. Dogfighting soon crowded the exterior of the Dolos carrier. With so many targets swarming the Zeon ranks, the already meager Zeon volleys became even more diluted. Officers scramble from station to station, knowing fully well that once the heavier Magellans get into range, they would crack the Zeon ships open like wallnuts under a hydraulic press.
 
The Bancastle's sudden explosion foreshadowed the fate of the other S Field Zeon ships. Ghettid spat as his Kampfer is knocked off course. The heavily armed and lightly armored mobile suit is great for fast assaults but left much to be desired in endurance.
 
Kerrigan took this chance to attack, her shots depriving the SS pilot the use of a bazooka. Everything came at a price however as Ghettid used the now free left hand to grab the GM Command Kai's wrist and rip the gun out of Kerrigans hand.
 
It didn't end there however, as the nozzle of a shotgun found a gap in the shoulder joint of Kerrigan's mobile suit. Two quick trigger pulls later and Ghettid now has a souvenir.
 
Once again however, Kerrigan disappears into the depths of the advancing Federal wave. Kazami's GM Sniper II is becoming sluggish to the touch but the insane former pastry chef is continuing her mindless rampage. In the midst of her bloodlust, Kazami grabs a Ball by its gun and flung it at Persephone Dawn. The newtype pilot kicks the spinning Ball back at Kazami who skewers it with a beam saber before rushing Persephone again.
 
These signs of vicious and unrelenting fighting is spilling across the Zeon edge of S Field. The gates to A Bao A Qu are cracking and it is only a matter of time before it is blown wide open.

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E FIELD

Where are those damn Panzergrenadiers?! Taravosa was fuming. They'd managed to sneak aboard the Solar System control ship, but without Panzergrenadiers... They had both donned Federation uniforms, provided courtesy of two unwilling Federation soldiers, one of which Hans had lured into a dark corner with his charm, the other silently dispatched with his strong arms.
 
The Federation uniforms were terrible. Scratchy, hot, stuffy and old-smelling, like the Federation's ideals. She longed for a skin-tight Die Spinne bodysuit, or something else that would make her feel more comfortable. Hell, she'd even settle for something that breathed, and didn't make her look frumpy - not that she cared what she looked like, overmuch. They were supposed to be sneaking, and God knew that there weren't many hot women in the Earth Federation's Solar System control ship.
 
"We're just going to have to do this our way: By ourselves. Who knows when those damn Panzers'll stop jacking off and actually get here."
 
"Yes, madame. Of course. Let us proceed." Always calm, always cool, always Bond.
 
The two unlikely comrades began making their way through the bowels of the Solar System command ship to the control room, like two spiders creeping
 
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Meanwhile, where Haifa had slaughtered squads of GMs in a display of epic bad assness that no one got to witness - at least it seemed that way, in the confusion. She'd lost track after 4, not because she couldn't count very high, but because there was just too much going on, and she didn't have much brainpower to spare for counting.
 
A strange-looking mobile suit had engaged her, and while it was clear that she had the upper hand in the battle, she was finding it difficult to take it down without sacrificing some damage on her own machine. She'd seen plenty of openings, but she wanted to keep her GM Command in great working order for the next part of the battle.
 
The battle had been somewhat "meh" until she'd found the Zephyr Phantom. Apart from the main bulk of the fighting, with only a few out-of-reach Federation ships, a duo of Bigros that died too-quickly, and a few of those ubiquitous Zakus. But ever since she'd found an opponent worth of her skill, things had been more interesting.
 
She'd had to dodge, dip, duck, dive and dodge repeatedly since the LUCY system had engaged her in the Federation's prototype mobile doll mobile suit. The movements of the machine were hard to predict; they weren't the sort of movements that pilots usually made, and were difficult to predict. But she wouldn't be beaten!
 
Spinning away from another burst of fire from the strange mobile suit, she advanced with her beam saber. The enemy suit matched her tactics, coming to her with its own beam melee weapon. It ends here. She brought the beam saber down in an arcing motion, cutting into the enemy mobile suit's arm. The enemy mobile suit slashed at her rear thrusters with its remaining arm, then kicked her GM Command away, taking out its beam rifle as it did.
 
Haifa flew through space, fumbling for her beam rifle while trying to stabilize her damaged unit. She was drifting away from her enemy, but she was a sitting duck for any attack that came her way. She looked back, and the pink beam nearly blinded her. How could it end like this, after all the work she'd done on Earth, and now in space? The mobile suit evaporated, and when the debris had cleared, Caleb DeGrau stood in the space the Zephyr Phantom had recently occupied, with his beam machineguns drawn.
 
He casually tossed them away. "Out of ammo anyway. Anyway, we've been ordered back to the fortress. Troops are too thin in this area to-"
 
Caleb was cut off as an even brighter light filled the space "east" of A Baoa Qu. Haifa stared as the Gelgoog Cannon only a few hundred meters in front of her was burned away in a ray of concentrated energy that seemed to cut into the very fortress itself. The might of the sun, harnessed by over one-hundred and twenty-five thousand mirrors, burned away everything in its path. The alread-decimated mobile suit forces were burned away further, and the Musai and Chivvay that remained melted into the bright light. There was no way they'd be able to hold the line now.
 
Most of the Federation ships were still intact, and though they had only a handful of mobile suits supporting them, their AA fire would make short work of her if she tried to attack. Taking a deep breath, trying to postpone mourning for her fellow soldier, she joined the advance on A Baoa Qua with another Federation GM, hoping he wouldn't notice the small Zeon markings on her mobile suit. if she played her cards right, there would be time for vengeance later.
 
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Damnit! Raven barely stopped herself from screaming out loud in frustration, as the countdown to the firing of the Solar System was completed on board the command ship. The Panzergrenadiers had radioed in a few minutes ago, saying that they'd just been dispatched to the area, and were making their way toward the command ship.
 
Raven had just told them to go fuck themselves. With any luck, they'd been caught in the blast, damn inept recruits. They'd let anyone with a mean look in their eye join the SS these days, it seemed.
 
In any case, they still had a job to do. The Solar System was a weapon with unlimited ammo - How could one exhaust the might of the sun? They'd just get to the command center, hold someone important at gunpoint, and get everyone to point the mirrors any way they wanted. It was a simple plan, but Raven knew it would be successful. These Federation types were sentimental pansies; they wouldn't dare try to rush her if it meant the death of their precious commander.
 
They were almost there, and Raven was glad for it. Their Federation uniforms had allowed them to escape notice, and a few smooth words from Hans Bond and the best smile she could muster had proven sufficient to get them past anyone who was curious about them. After all, it was a war, and people died and were replaced all the time in war. A few introductions and their forged Federation papers were all they needed to escape suspicion.
 
"Alright, everyone. There is no need to panic," Bond said, raising his hands non-threateningly and stepping into the control room as Raven slid out from behind him toward to guy who looked like he was in charge.
 
"The Solar System is currently under attack by a few Zeon agents, but we believe that we have the situation completely under control." Raven stuck a gun to the back of the Corporal in charge, and he yelped in spite of himself.
 
"Quiet!" Raven growled. "Nobody move. Nobody even look at me, or my buddy here will shoot you in unpleasant ways that leave you crying in pain, but still able to do your job. Nobody has to die - at least, not any of you." Her lips curled in an evil smile. Why had they even bothered waiting for a few Panzergrenadiers? This was going to be simple.
 
"Now, I need you to point the mirrors at the following coordinates:" She began to recite the coordinates she'd memorized for Orange Base. Better not to tell everyone what she was aiming at.
 
"But those are the coordinates for - " The navigation officer's words were cut short by a bullet to the head.
 
"My mistake; he moved," Bond said apologetically. "Does anyone else have anything to add?"
 
"You won't get away with this, Zeek bastards! We're knocking at your door, we're putting the last nail in your coffin, we're - "
 
Another bullet turned the corporal's triumphant outrage into tears, as he crumpled, clutching his ruined knee.
 
"Anyone else?" Bond asked, grinning? No one spoke. No one moved. No one breathed.
 
"Good. Would you proceed with the plan, Ms. Tarasova?"
 
The man could certainly be useful when he wasn't busy chasing down skirts.
 
The Earth Federation Solar System command ship cooperated reluctantly with the Zeon operatives. The few men in the control room didn't know what to do. They hadn't really trained for something like this, and they had a feeling that even if they rushed the two strange Zeon agents, they'd all end up dead, and the Solar System would still fire. Instead, they waited for an opportunity - a moment of weakness in the agents, or the chance entrance of an oblivious officer into the control room, perhaps.
 
But whatever their intentions, the mirrors began to move, Raven's smile began to grow, and the seconds continued to tick forward. It was only a matter of time. Orange Base and its compatriots would pay for the hurt that they had done to Zeon, and the Zabis would recognize the might of Die Spinne, who succeeded even when unsupported, who would turn the tide of this battle-gone-to-hell.
 
"Fire on my mark. Ten... nine... eight... seven..."
 
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Cassandra Elaine Beckett and Remington Hace stared in disbelief at the decimation before them. The relayed radio orders to evacuate the field of fire had barely reached them through the Minovsky interference, and then only just in time for them to flee through clouds of Zakus. Cassandra thought she could feel the back of her Guncannon MPT melting, still, and Rem's GM II looked a little like a plastic toy that had been grilled over an open flame for a bit.
 
"Can you even move anymore?" she queried, turning to put a few rounds of 90mm fire into a Zaku that had also escaped the inferno.
 
"Appreciably. Barely." Crusted, melted metal groaned as Rem punched the controls, breaking fusions in the joints created by the blast. His GM II wouldn't handle like a dream anymore, but at least he was still alive. He scanned the battlefield for any other survivors, but saw only a smattering of mobile suits - probably not more than 30, he estimated, and certainly not more than 50. Where nearly 300 had once gathered, only a fraction remained.
 
The Federation ships continued to advance, an the remaining Zakus fled before them, back to the relative safety of Zeon's reserve force. Lutz Leon gave chase as best he could, but the Solar System had fried most of his electronics, and the best he could manage was erratic directed motion, with equally erratic shooting. A couple GM Commands settled in beside him, motioning for him to head back to a ship, but Lutz refused. He wasn't going to miss out on any of the fighting.
 
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"Sir, the Solar System is pivoting away to target another area of the battlefield!" An officer aboard Ohm's ship turned, years of military discpline keeping the panic out of his voice, and his face - but not his eyes. Ohm always looked to the eyes.
 
"It's possible that the system has been infiltrated by Zeon; the command ship should know that the mirrors would be destroyed if a second attack were attempted so soon after the first - the mirrors wouldn't be able to handle the strain."
 
Ohm thought for a moment, then gave the order: "Destroy the command ship." He couldn't be completely certain that it had been compromised, but a deviation from the plan like that strongly suggested it, and they couldn't afford a weapon like that falling into the wrong hands. The ship was small, lightly-staffed and relatively inexpensive to manufacture. It was expendable, and the risk of infiltration far outweighed the regret he felt at killing his own men.
 
Years of military discipline kept the surprise and horror out of the gunnery officer's voice, but Ohm knew he would be able to see it reflected in his eyes - at least, if the man had turned to hesitate. He didnt'; he relayed the order, "Main guns, prepare to fire on the Solar System Command Ship. Ship has been compromised."
 
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"Six... five... four..."
 
One of the Federation officers raised his hand, fear dancing in his eyes.
 
"You better put that hand down unless it's damn important," Tarasova sneered gleefully.
 
"Missiles inbound," was all he managed to say, his face white.
 
"Fire, you idiots! Fire!" She ran to the control panel, searching frantically for a large red button, or something similar. A Federation officer, made brave by the realization that he was going to die, raised his sidearm to fire at the young SS officer, but Hans Bond dropped him before he'd gotten the gun halfway to horizontal. Raven began pounding buttons on the control panel, cursing.
 
Then, she saw it: A red button under a plastic box. It appeared
 
"Looking for this?" The Corporal with the bloody knee taunted weakly from the floor, holding up the control key.
 
Bond started toward the fallen man, as Raven shot him in the head, but their efforts were interrupted as the bridge of the Solar System control ship glared pink.
 
Did we get it? Was Raven's last thought, as megaparticle fire from Ohm's Magellan joined the inbound missiles in obliterating the small, lightly-armored ship. The mirrors ceased rotating, little more than debris now.
 
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The Federation ships had completely overrun the Zeon resistance in East field, and moved on to Zeon's keep: The center of the battlefield. It was there that Zeon's final resistance would be mounted, and there that the Federation's last charge would be led. Creed, Jamitov and Ohm pressed on, harbingers of the rest of the Federation's forces.

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W FIELD

Battle of the Aces

What remained of Revil's legacy now lay in spattering cinders across cold space. Hulks teaming with fire, not life, flickered among the starscape, motionless. Any survivors of the major cataclysm were either on their last leg, begging for a good gunshot to the head, or they were too wounded or shell shocked to even know what a gun was. These men would never see their Earth again, the brilliant globe of chaos they'd all fought and died for. Maybe in another life they'd see the end of the war, but not today. This day both side would know only disappointment.

Remnants of both sides slowly began to rally, vessels forming upon one another, action stations beginning to supersede collision or fire alarms. Working turrets were primed, torpedoes loaded into their proper bays, and soldiers manning their post, shaking the feeling that they were merely ants under a giant, colony-sized magnifying glass.

Shin Matsunaga had already turned himself about face when the Solar Ray had finished firing, and was streaming his way back to his Glorious Leader's side. He needed to do his duty. He had been wrong to leave, even though he had been under orders. The sting of defeat was already palpable. This couldn't happen again. Being sent to Side 3 in shame was one thing, but standing idly by as the heart and soul of Zeon went up in flames? It was a reality he thought he'd never have to live.

Right now he was too pissed to sulk, and it was all due to the Federation's false promises of peace that had lured Degwin Sodo Zabi to his grave.

As he and the remaining Zeon aces approached, they saw the Federation rallying their forces, lining their Saberfish and GM in wings. They were outnumbered, but certainly not out-manned. He would even the odds.

“Richter, Eizel, Wlen--move to my flank. One of you call those ships for support. We're going straight in.” The modified Gelgoog HMT sped forward, two Zaku Kai's and a Rick Dom positioned to either side and rear. They did not wait for the Jotunheim or either of its escort's response, but streaked toward the hastily assembled Federation line.

~

Still aboard the Jotunheim's bridge , Yoritomo Naizen's mouth hung open, aghast. He saw the white Gelgoog blur past, only somewhat breaking him from his temporary paralysis. He shook his head to clear it and remembered who he was. Protégé of the Zabi's, leader—distinguished Zeon test pilot. He soon found himself envying the white Gelgoog, who could be none other than Shin Matsunaga, the White Wolf, and his preemptive retaliatory measures. Before he knew what he was doing, he was prepping his Action Zaku for launch. He and a handful of assorted Zaku's and Rick Dom's spilled out of the Jotunheim's massive hangars.

They did there best to catch up with the White Wolf, but it was fruitless. Instead, Yoritomo directed his meager squadron towards a different sector—a less suicidal sector.

Balls had formed around two disabled Columbus' that, though dead in the water, still harbored life. The meagerly armed Balls created a tight net, able to provide flak support if enemies came too close. What they lacked in firepower, they made up for in numbers. Though several Saberfish moved to intercept them, it was clear that the Federation had deployed their mobile suits elsewhere, to more practical targets. Whoever was in charge had a better appreciation of firepower than cargo capacity, it seemed. The Columbus' were out of luck.

Yoritomo swept sideways in a feint, showing the Saberfish why they were a thing of the past. The Zaku made impossible maneuvers that the fighters simply couldn't match, and soon found bullpop rounds in their afterburners.

“Deploy to target M1A, remove all resistance and sink those eagles.” Yoritomo didn't know these men, but their quick response told him they could be relied upon. They, too, cleared a deep swath into enemy's defenses. Soon, the Columbus' were afire like their brethren.

~

“What do we pay you for?!” Vaan Kashky wanted to reply with, to womanize?, but he'd developed an air of sophistication since his assignment to the RX-78-1. He was no Amuro, for sure, and that's what he was trying to prove. He wasn't a whiny, undeserving little spacenoid plunket with authority problems. He was a professional. Anyway, this was a serious time, and it called for seriousness.

“Sir, yes sir, we're launching. There were some delays due to wrecked pilots from when we receiv--”

“Save it. Launch, and protect our asses.” He wanted to say, who's breathing down your ass?, but he held it in.

Apparently he wasn't the only one thinking this, as just then Bernard Monsha broke over the comm in a squeaky shrill, “GIVE MY REGARDS TO THE COMMANDER.”

Kashky wanted to facepalm, but couldn't since he was pulling several G's. He knew, somewhere, a furious Blex was plotting his reprisal. But somehow he knew a man like Monsha had other, more important things on his mind.

“We're circling to the conflict zone. Lead the way, skipper.” Chap Adel in his Guncannon MPT signaled to the squad leader, South Burning—their ace in the hole. None of the other experienced pilots would ever attest to it, but they were somewhat relieved to have him at the lead. He'd shown true in whatever battle he was thrust into, and though he was one of those reluctant warriors, he could fly circles around just about any Zeek krautmuncher.

“Kashky and Bate need to high-tail it to those transports. Monsha, Adel, and I are headed for the small contingent b-lining it to the fleet. I have an inkling that they're going to stir up some trouble.”

The GM Sniper II, Guncannon MPT, and GM Command expertly broke formation and moved to intercept, leaving the Gundam and other GM Command to fend for themselves.

“Welp, I suppose this is better than nothing!” Kashky finally broke from his oath of maturity.

“Repeat last,” asked Bate, trying to focus on what was to come.

“I could be rotting away in Jaburo, wiping some general's ass!”

Bate shook his head, “I doubt you're even qualified.”

They both had a good laugh, smartly easing pre-encounter anxiety with a little last minute camaraderie.

~

“We've got targets at oh-zero-seven,” exclaimed a frantic Zaku I pilot. He wasn't sure he trusted the man based on his choice of mobile suit. Choice? He'd probably been thrown into it with little training, all the higher-end models either broke or given to aces. He felt sorry for the man. If he even was a man and not some backwoods Side 3 child with a wooden boat still in his hand. Yoritomo stopped caring.

“Attempt to create a perimeter. Use shoal as cover. It's our best option.” He knew space provided very little comfort for the neophyte, but then again, all they really could do was wait. That, or intercept—maybe...

“Cancel last. I want four volunteers on me, now. We're going in.” Instead of waiting for any of the trainees to pipe up, he motioned to several odd looking Zudah's and a Rick Dom II, the least weak-looking of the bunch. “I want the rest of you to move to the next target and then wait for our ships to catch up.”

They broke rank, his chosen comrades blasting away with finality. He could only hope that the winds were at their backs and the bullets in their guns deadlier.

~

“What's that?” Kashky attempted to take another reading.

“Several have broken off from the main group and are on our opposite heading.” Bate seemed calm. “It looks like we may need back-up.”

“Redirect GM's from the fleet, they've surely got some to spare.”

“That's negative. It appears they're being extra ornery on defense over there. We're on our own.”

“Break left, I'll go right. Here they come!”

The comm chatter seemed to pump them both up as some seriously modified Zaku's blasted past. Kashky wasn't even sure they were Zaku's at the way they seemed to defy regular Zaku logic. The two Zudah's pulled a zero-g stop and opened up with machine guns. Both Kashky and Bate broke their respective distances, but were too preoccupied with tracer fire to notice additional mobile suits slam headlong into them. One, actually a Zaku, performed a 360 degree kick to the Gundam's beam rifle, sending it packing. His companion Rick Dom attempted a similar maneuver on Bate, but was swiftly countermanded with several quick doubletaps from his beam gun. The Dom pulled away, seeping flames from a direct hit to its sensor package.

“Kashky, I'll handle these guys. Try not to get too caught up with that lowly Zaku.”

Vaan Kashky was too busy taking a sturm faust to the head to hear his wingman, or see that the Zaku was pulling him away from his companion. He'd been marked as the bigger threat.

~

Elswhere, Monsha would not shut up. Burning was beginning to see why no one else but a select few ever hung around him. If it wasn't insubordination, it was womanizing, or drinking, or yelling. He was a veritable prima donna. And he wished he'd shut up.

At that instant, a beam of energy shot past and struck Monsha's GM Command in the leg, disintegrating it. Burning shot his GM Sniper's torso around, dodging another lancing beam. A white Gelgoog finally came into view and he was suddenly aware why this group had been separate from the others. These Zeeks were not part of the others. These guys were aces.

Burning tried to holler out to the others, but Gelgoog was already in his grill, its gleaming red eyes filling his screens. The GM Snipers advantage had suddenly diminished, and Burning cursed himself at having been too caught up in Monsha's drama to attempt any real sharpshooting. The Gelgoog's companions were overwhelming his companions, but he could do little to help them out.

He parried an attempt by the Gelgoog to thrust its flaring armcannons into his chest. Burning swung his sniper rifle, it being almost useless now. The white Gelgoog caught it in its armpit and locked the GM into place, kneeing it in the sternum maliciously.

They were seemingly at a stalemate, and Burning felt sweat collect in his collar. And he was slowly losing even that.

~

The Gundam and Zaku seemed to be panting with exertion, but really the Action Zaku had paused to reload and, instead of expending fuel making him a hard target, he took his time. All the Gundam had were its alleged headcannons, and apparently the pilot was keeping them in reserve. All the Gundam had at its disposal was its shield, which was slowly disappearing. A spectator might mistake the encounter for one between the Red Comet and the Gundam, not realizing that it was a cheap Hong Kong knockoff.

Yoritomo had little experience soloing a Gundam, but he'd had plenty of experience killing the enemy, and right now that was all that seemed to matter. His volunteers were not fairing well, he apparently had miscalculated and unknowingly pitted them against a Federation ace. He knew they were going to be little more than time savers, so he didn't afford it much more thought. He couldn't succumb to distraction, not now. He was finally gaining the upper hand.

And then two explosion occurred back-to-back, that being the two remaining Zudahs that were formerly engaged in fierce combat with a lone GM Command. Apparently the contest was over.

Yoritomo swatted the Gundam once more his remaining sturm faust and prepared to turn tail. Something he would sort out later.

~

“BURNING. THESE GUYS ARE KILLING US.” Monsha's voice shattered Burning's eardrums.

“Come on, Monsha, don't tell me you're getting soft!” Bated Chap Adel, pulling away from a short explosion. His Guncannon's main batteries ejecting a pair of shells and replacing them with fresh ones.

Monsha snorted and pressed the Zaku Kai harder, not willing to let his friend best him. And people wonder why he sometimes eats alone.

Burning focused back on the white form in front of him. He was still worried despite their small rearranging of the odds. Move after move he seemed matched. He couldn't gain enough ground to use any conventional weaponry, and the Gelgoog, apparently lacking hand-to-hand weaponry, pressed on. Fed up, the Federal ace keyed the beam sabers on his waist and pulled one free. But before he could bring it down, to his surprise, the Gelgoog produced a double-edged sword from its backrack—something he'd completely overlooked throughout the sortie.

The twin beam sword came to life and struck the GM in the torso, crippling part of Burning's operating mechanics. He couldn't move the GM's left arm. Luckily, the beam saber was in his right. He recovered from the blow and swiped the sword completely in two, shorting it out. The Gelgoog recovered quicker and grabbed the GM's offending arm and held it, Burning unable to make another attack.

Monsha cried out in pathetic triumph, having killed his Zaku Kai finally. He moved to help Adel with the remaining Rick Dom.

They were winning.

Then, suddenly, his communications picked up a broadcast. He hastily patched in, still managing to keep his mobile suit from backing down.

“Identify!”

“Zeon is not one man. He was not the soul of Zeon. Even in a hundred and after killing millions, it will still exist. You can't ever hope to destroy it.”

Burning had no idea how to respond. “Stand down. Surrender. We have you out--”

Monsha quickly saved him from having to. “BURN, WE HAVE AN ENEMY FLEET BARRELING OUR WAY. HUGE SIGNATURE. I THINK IT'S ONE OF THEM MOBILE ARMORS.”

Burning saw several Musais and an unknown cargo vessel, headed by what looked like a cetacean. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw the thing engulf several Balls as if feeding on them.

The Gelgoog disengaged and flew back several yards. Burning stared him down, unwilling to let things end to suddenly and so undecidedly. The fleet would be on them in moments. Look back one last time, he and the others blasted back to the safety of their own remnant armada.

The White Wolf watched in solemn disdain.

~

Yoritomo was suddenly entangled in an array of chatter from his radio. His radar showed a massive movement of objects, streaming in his general vicinity. He guessed the poor slobs had did it. Destroy the Columbus and waited for backup. They'd had the good graces of remembering him, at least. The GM and Gundam saw what he'd seen and appeared to spend less than a moment deliberating. The looked his direction, then blasted away towards several other fast moving objects.

He'd been spared. He decided he'd thank the pilots when he returned to the Jotunheim.

It'd been a long sixty minutes.

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