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All Side 3 colonies, Granada and Vladivostok will be surrendering on update 2 of the Post-War week.

Kimberlite will go into Hiding on update 3 of the Post-War week.

AXIS will not surrender, as the armistice agreement grants it sovereignty.

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None of the Zeon officers wanted to look at the tactical map anymore, but they have no choice.
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So much hope and so much expectation was placed on the gargantuan Dolos-class supercarrier. But the Federal attack force had shrugged aside what appeared to be on paper the invincible capabilities of the Dolos. But now the super ship is listing like a dying whale as GMs swarm over it like hungry sharks. What little Zakus are left are barely recognizable in the cloud of Federal attackers spilling over the Zeon defense line.
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There would be more, but many of the Zeon pilots were simply cut off from their support ships when the GMs surged through. Ammunition and fuel were already low, but once there were enemies between them and their supply, the Zeon pilots were effectively cutoff. Most of them fought until the last piece of ammunition was spent. Some made it as far as to charge their enemies with heathawks. A valiant few were still fighting after they lost use of their heathawks. They grabbed severed mobile suit limbs or anything big enough to bludgeon their enemies with. Not many survived this last level of defiance.
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In an ironic turn of events, the hull of the Dolos-class <i>Doloroa</i> became a new battlefield. Federal and Zeon mobile suits alike land on the buckling armor plating of the <i>Dolora</i> to do battle like their terrestrial cousins. The ship is so huge that GMs and Zakus charged each other in a bloody reenactment of the Odessa and Jaburo campaigns on Earth.
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It is more than what any ship could take. The Dolos has stood firm against an onslaught that would have disintegrated lesser vessels. But even the meters thick armor cannot support relentless bombardment and savage fighting. Like a collapsing balloon, the Dolos began to cave inwards. The <i>Dolora</i> will not die outright but in many stages. The first of those begins now as Zakus use the enormous scorch marks left behind by ship grade mega particle fire as trenches.
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As the fight continued, the end has come to many others. Few would escape the metal tombs of their machines. Even if they do, mathematical probability is against their survival in an environment cluttered with weapons fire. A Bao A Qu will claim the lives of combatants and even those who lost their will to fight.
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It is a horrible sight to see, yet there are a select few who relish in the carnage common to war. To them, this is where they want to be; against incredible odds but standing firm. This is their glory. This is their moment.
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"COME HERE BOY!" bellowed Oberscharfuhrer Junichi Ghettid.
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The Kampfer reached out and grabbed a surprised GM by the neck. Before the startled GM pilot can even think about using his head vulcans, the SS pilot shoved the Kampfer's beam saber into the GM's abdomen and through the cockpit.
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"Catch this, Federal scum!" challenged the Kampfer pilot as he flung the GM corpse.
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Sublieutenant Arleana Kerrigan bit her lip so hard, it bled. The GM Command Kai ungraciously swat aside the dead GM with its one good arm. Kerrigan uttered a prayer of forgiveness to the dead Federal pilot as she emptied another 90mm cartridge magazine at the Kampfer.
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Ghettid spat in disgust as he is forced to dodge Kerrigan's attack. The Kampfer is a fine mobile suit but can't take damage worth a damn. If Ghettid survives this battle, he would make it his personal mission to hunt down the person responsible for giving the Kampfer such light armor.
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Two other gladiators fought each other under the backdrop of the exploding Dolos. A still hysterical Yuka Kazami giggles in blood lust delight as she hounds Peresephone Dawn. The newtype pilot has never encountered this kalediscope of feelings from a person before. It is quite...
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... Frightening.
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Dawn throws two heathawks in quick succession while her other hands blast away with MMP-80s she picked up. Like tomahawks, the two weapons spun at the GM Sniper II. Kazami is no stranger to bladed objects. She is a baker afterall. It would only took the GM Sniper II the slightest of turns to avoid the spinning-
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<i>Is that a-?</i> thought Kazami before the shockwave rocks the GM Sniper II.
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It was gamble, trying to hit something with a Panzerfaust. Dawn didn't quite nail her target but it exploded close enough to temporarily imbolize her opponent. But once again, her target drifts behind the constantly advancing Federal line. Frustrated over losing the chance to deal the final blow to her enemy, Persephone took her rage out on a trio of GMs that got too close.
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The fist of a manipulator hand punched through the green visor of one GM, grabbing hold of a fistful of circuitry and machinery. As the other two GMs try to score hits on her with their beam spray guns, Persephone flared her engines as two other manipulator arms reach out for the GMs. In one violent move, the Zaku II Manipulator Type lands on the hull of the dying Dolos ship while draggin the three panicking GMs behind her. The motors and gears of Dawn's mobile suit went to their highest setting as she slamms the three GMs to the "ground".
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The force of the impact was so great that both the armor plate on the Dolos and the GMs buckled and broke loose. Steel reinforcement and bulkheads broke apart. A second or two after impact, the heads came off the GM bodies as well. Dawn stood there in her Zaku II Manipulator Type, clutching the heads of three GMs as the <i>Dolora</i> slowly ruptures.
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For all four pilots, an andrenaline rush had taken control over them. It is more exhilarating than anything even drugs can replicate. Death is one misstep away and survival demands perfection. None of them were going to give up, but that is not for them to decide.
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A global command network broadcast was what shook Perspehone Dawn and Junichi Ghettid out of their battle focus. They listen to the broadcast for a moment. Then a second time to make sure they really heard what was just said.
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"Repeat that last?" demanded Ghettid as his Kampfer snapped a Saberfish in half.
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"<i>... Command... retreat to... Sectors in all fields... defense line... collapsing... regroup at Bravo-Delta-Sigma-One-One-Three...</i>"
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It is the news they've been trying to avoid but there's no way around it now. The Zaku II Manipulator Type leaps off the <i>Dolora</i> as it finally blew up in a splendor of colors and debris. The Zeon newtype is joined by Junichi Ghettid as the few remaining Zaku IIs relay around them. Against the glow of the <i>Dolora</i>'s death, the Musai-class <i>Bayrn</i> and the Zanzibar Kai <i>Lili Marleen</i> limp away. There are visible hull breaches on both vessels and the only reason why none of the EFSF was pouncing on them is the chaos caused by the Dolos's explosion.
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The reprieve will not last however and the survivors of S Field need to make use of it while it is there. Mega particle and missiles from Henken's Salamis line hounded the retreating units. But the fire is unguided and only succeeds in hastening the Zeon's withdrawal.
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Sadly, not everyone would make it to the retreat force. Zaku IIs low on fuel would sputter and go silent to their pilot's dismay. Overzealous GMs also die as they pursued the Zeon force too far. Separated from their support fleet, the GMs are torn to pieces by vengeful Zeon pilots.
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Then, just like how it began, S Field began to quiet down. The great symphony of weapons fire drop like a orchestra's descendo until only a few sputters are left.
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Just like that, S Fields is now just another graveyard of the One Year War.
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The fortress of A Baoa Qu had stood relatively untouched, until now. Battleships from the Creed, Ohm and Jamitov groups swarmed in, along with whatever mobile suits remained, the first of their kind to penetrate the fortresses stalwart defense line. The Federation forces were tired, but healthy doses of adrenaline and excitement kept most of them going. The Zeon forces that had hung back were fresh, and nervous. What could they do against so many Federation ships?
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Clancy Breen, however, was fairly confident that he could keep bombarding the Federation ships with his Musai until doomsday. He loved the feeling of battle, and sometimes wished he could pilot a mobile suit, but he'd take what he could get, and the Musai was exceptional at hitting your enemies where they couldn't hit you back.
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The trouble was, wherever he moved, there always seemed to be another Federation ship nearby in range. When he moved away from that one, there was another.waiting. Fortunately, his navigations officer - Zeon Always Wins the Greatest Game of All 25 times, which stood for Zachary Albright, whose favorite drink was Wine, favorite food was Grilled Goose, and whose birthday was on April 25th - was doing an excellent job, a fact that Clancy took great pains to make very clear.
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"You know, I've probably never had a navigations officer quite as good as you, Albright. If this were a porn movie, you'd definitely be the choreographer. If I were in a porn movie, I'd choose you to be my choreographer." He turned his attention to the gunnery officer, who was also doing a great job. "Jenson, you are also doing an excellent job. If this were a porn movie, you'd definitely be - "
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"Sir, we need to retreat," the communications officer, Pamela Hauberk cut in, distressed equally by her commander's comparisons, and their situation in the battle.
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"But Pam, we're doing so well! We're pounding the Federation flank! We're reaching the dramatic climax, we're..." He looked around the bridge, noticed everyone staring at him, open-mouthed and red-faced, and finished, "...going to retreat, for the glory of the Zabi family! To the fortress, everyone!" He said, as if that was what he had been planning it all along.
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Johnny Ridden had been waiting for this moment for the entire battle: The moment when his enemies would finally reach him, and he’d be able to stop waiting and start fighting. The Gelgoog HMT was perfectly-suited for the Crimson Lightning’s combat style, and he was one of the first that crashed into the Federation units coming from East field.
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He set his sights on the ships first, as most of the mobile suits were easy pickings and did not present a major threat to the combined Zeon mobile suit forces kept in reserve. It was the ships that outnumbered them almost 2:1, and it was the ships that he was going to take care of. He dodged the AA fire from a couple of Salamises almost without thinking. Choosing a safe flightpath, and dodging when he needed to were almost second-nature to Lieutenant Ridden, and he composed his plan of attack while he weaved through lines of fire.
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Casually knocking a brave GM out of the way, he squeezed one of his beam machinegun rounds through its cockpit, killing it instantly, and almost as quickly regretting the decision. <i>A waste of ammo.</i> He had set his sights on one of the Magellans, and as he drew neared, the AA fire density increased. It was hard to get through without getting at least nicked, but Ridden was accustomed to this sort of thing. He was familiar with the gun placement on the Magellan-class vessels, and knew where he could go to take advantage of their blind spots. His almost prescient dodging skills took care of the rest.
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He laid down a row of beam machinegun fire along the body of one of the Magellans, taking out several of the AA emplacements, and then made his way to the bridge, which was not covered now. The other ships surrounding the Magellan would not be able to fire if he stayed close to the ship, out of fear of hitting their own, and the only Federation mobile suits in the area presented no major threat.
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Evander Creed noticed the enemy ace weaving through AA fire, and watched in stunned disbelief as the Gelgoog HMT appeared right in front of their bridge. It was right in front of them! That was how Evander preferred to do most of his torturing. He liked his enemy centered in his sights, knowing that he was being watched, knowing that someone else was witnessing his suffering, and enjoying it. He had never been on the receiving end of that exchange. <i>So this is how it feels like to be completely helpless.</i> He was not afraid.
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“All mobile suits, engage the red Gelgoo-“ Evander began to order, as the Gelgoog’s heat swords tore through the bridge. Ridden broke away from Creed’s broken Magellan, zeroing in on Ohm’s next. A net of mobile suits was closing in on him, driven by the thrill of closing in on A Baoa Qu, the death of their commander and their own desire for glory: Anyone who shot down the Crimson Lightning would instantly be rewarded with a full rank promotion.
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Cassandra Elaine Beckett was among those responding to the Zeon ace rampaging through their ranks, and was one of the first to arrive on the scene. At this point, however, the Zeon forces, encouraged by the success of Johnny, had entered the Federation’s lines in the Gelgoog’s wake, and were helping him wreak havoc among the Federation ships. Felix Mendalshon had already destroyed 2 unsuspecting Colombus carriers with his Val Varo, cutting down the number of Federation ships that the remaining mobile suits could refuel and re-arm at.
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Ray Walker was also among them, taking advantage of the havoc that Johnny was causing, “the stampede,” as he called it. “Like hunting spooked buffalo!” he cried, zeroing in on a GM as it fled before Johnny’s beam machinegun. “That’s a shiny weapon, but you don’t need any shiny to punch through these little doggies,” he observed, punching through the suit’s armor with his 4 vulcans.
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He noticed a Guncannon trying to get a bead on the constantly-moving Gelgoog HMT, and rode on over to it with a speed that would have surprised most people. “I’ve saved something special for you,” he promised, noting the suit’s especially thick armor. The Guncannon seemed almost not to notice the small fighter, and Ray Walker was using that to his advantage.
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The missiles came at Cassandra faster than she could react, and she barely managed to pull the suit’s arms in front of the cockpit to prevent a mortal wound to her suit. Unfortunately, it left her completely open to the large rocket that Ray had sent directly afterward. Her time in space had been exciting, eye-opening, and rather short, but she had enjoyed it, and the freedom that it had allowed her. She hoped her family would understand that she loved them, and had just wanted to make something of herself, on her own – her dad, especially. <i>Goodbye, everyone.</i>
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Walked celebrated as the Guncannon fell apart, then cursed as a large piece of the resulting shrapnel tore through the center of his ship. He would be out of commission for the rest of the battle, but he had no regrets. He could always jettison the small cockpit pod if things got too hairy; it was doubtful anyone would notice anything that was even smaller than the Gattle.
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Redan Hsoudrak and his Gyan were also doing their best to cut down on the number of Federation ships assaulting the fortress, and was copying the tactics of the Crimson Lightning, who was currently pinned down by a couple squads of GMs. He was holding his own, however, and Redan continued the assault that his comrade had begun, keeping as close to the Federation ships as he dared.
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He extended his beam sword as far as it would go, cutting into the side of one of the Salamis that had made it this far. Its charge would end here; it could not deal with the resulting rapid decompression, and the slash that Redan cut through its other side sealed its fate. It descended toward the fortress, as its commander tried to send it toward a target of tactical importance on the base.
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Fortunately, Kenshiro Iwamano in the Bigro was near, and he saw the rapidly-descending Federation warship, and realized the threat that it posed. He threw the Bigro into high gear as he struggled to get in front of the ship before it impacted the colony. Swerving to a halt near the bow of the ship, he gripped it with his two claws, and fired the mega particle cannon. The force of the blast threw him almost into the asteroid fortress, but he recovered in time to see that his efforts had not gone unrewarded: The remains of the Salamis were halted in space, its vastly-reduced mass hanging in two pieces.
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Char and Amuro had battled into the bowels of A Baoa Qu. Pieces of the large asteroid fell among them as the force of their battle tore the fortress apart from the inside. Both of their mobile suits were crippled, but their emotions still ran as high as when they had started, maybe higher. Their rivalry had consumed them, and they thought little now for the war, or the things they held to be important. The entirety of their beings was focused on destroying their enemy.
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Finally, the broken mobile suits could take no more, and Char landed the battered Zeong near one of the access tunnels in A Baoa Qu. Amuro followed, intent on his quarry, and grabbed his sidearm in anticipation. The two danced through the tunnels of A Baoa Qu as their machines had danced through the air around it. Fighting your opponent with a sidearm was a little like fighting an opponent with a mobile suit, and many of the tactics and maneuvers were the same.
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Unfortunately, the aiming mechanisms were not quite analogous, and they soon found that their clips were empty. The duel proceeded to the next logical stage, as they both reached for the weapon that had no ammo: Their swords. Amuro thought bitterly that Char must die now, since he didn’t have another Lalah to hide behind. This time, his stab would find its intended target, and Char would pay for interfering in this war, and with Newtypes! Char felt similarly, blaming Amuro’s recklessness for Lalah’s death. Amuro had to learn that war wasn’t just about passion!
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Their swords clashed like miniature beam sabers, only this time, Amuro didn’t have the might of a Gundam behind him. His own muscles fed his rage, and amplified it. Finally, he saw an opening, and struck true. The small prick he felt on his arm was nothing compared to the killing blow he would deal his opponent! The sword pierced Char’s helmet, cutting him across the forehead. The penetrating power of the rapier-like weapon was not akin to that of a beam saber.
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Amuro was considering what to do next, pondering what to do about Char’s next slash, when Sayla suddenly entered the room. Seeing her brother fighting Amuro, she urged them both to stop. Char’s rage, focused on Amuro, broke in the presence of his sister, and he remembered his true enemy: The Zabi family.
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It was at that moment that the Federation assault on A Baoa Qu finally affected their battle: Artillery fire from one of the Federation ships penetrated the fortress, and a large explosion knocked the two combatants apart. Char rushed over to where his sister was to make sure she was alright. The Zeon soldier lying next to her certainly didn’t look too good, but Sayla was amazingly okay.
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“Be a nice woman,” he told her, before questioning the dying Zeon soldier about the Zabi family. Fortunately, he knew, and told Char that Kycilia, the last remaining Zabi, was heading into space on her Gwazine. “Go back to Amuro,” were his parting words with Sayla, as he picked up a heavy bazooka on his way out of the fortress. If he played his cards right, he could hit the Gwazine before it had a chance to completely escape from the dying fortress.
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After what seemed like ages of floating through tunnels, he emerged, to see the Gwazine slowly rumbling out of the fortress. His sharp eyes caught Kycilia’s distinctive hair color, confirming her as one of the passengers on the ship. ““Garma, I'm sending your sister to join you. Consider this my farewell gift,” he said, carefully aimed a bazooka round at the bridge. He fired, then turned back into the tunnels before the shrapnel had a chance of shredding him.
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Meanwhile, Amuro had made it back to the Core Fighter, which was still mostly flight-worthy. He disengaged from the destroyed Gundam, floating almost aimlessly through space. He had not managed to beat Char – not really – and it was bugging him. He was distracted, and the Core Fighter struck a piece of space debris. It wasn’t really a big surprise – that particular area of space was saturated with debris – but it was a problem. Once again, Amuro was forced to abandon the machine he piloted, and he ejected into space, where he floated freely.
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“I think Amuro is out there,” Katz said.
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“Of course he’s out there. He’s fighting, just like the rest of us!” Bright returned, wondering once again how these children had gotten onto the bridge – during one of their most important battles, no less!
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“No, he’s out there alone, and he needs our help!” Letz added, glancing wonderingly back at Katz, who had taken the words right out of his mouth.
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“And we need to go that way!” Kikka added finally, smiling at having completed the thought.
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Kids were rarely wrong about this sort of thing – at least these kids. Bright gave the order, and White Base lumbered through space toward its orphan pilot.

Discuss.

I'm saying Sally Forth. I'm willing to bet that the Feddies are just going to continue with the bombardment, just to lock us in place. I'm tired of waiting around, and have a grand plan!

We can take the 87th, and if you guys support this, please do so by sending me your RP for the "GRAND PLAN!"

I finished all mine before the deadline. >:[

Week 29

1st place: Clancy Breen - 264
2nd place: Aurem Senaiha - 262
1st place: Alex Sentara - 259
4th place: Jim Irwin & Alec Irusk - 252
5th place: Veronica Wu - 250