Post by blackmage on May 12, 2010 18:29:05 GMT -5
Patrick looked out at the vast empty void of space. His GM Sniper II walked confidently across the Richmond. Only the stars were there to give him comfort. The occasional space debris floated by. Many battles had taken place here inside of 2E Frontlines. Weeks of bloodshed had turned it into a massive grave for the dead. Weeks of static battles between the Zeon Expeditionary Force and the EFSF fleets had swung the pendulum of momentum back and forth to their respective sides always with the pendulum swinging back in favor of the opposition. This fact was a constant reminder to Patrick as to why he had betrayed his former homeland and came over to the Federation side. The cycle of momentum swings needed to be broken.
"For a long time I have pondered a simple question. Why bother?" Patrick's voice was transmitted to every ship in the Bollocks fleet. Pilots that were doing pre-flight inspections on their mobile suits stopped and looked up at the intercoms "Why bother fighting" The GM Sniper II continued walking across the Magellan class ship. As he spoke he remembered back when he was sitting in his apartment in Zum City when he learned the truth behind Mau Province and all the lives that were taken. Flashes of photographs reverberated in his mind. One photo always stuck with him most of all. It was a photo of a boy hemorrhaging blood from his mouth minutes after the G3 gas was unleashed on the colony. Their were dozens of photographs all similar in nature. Patrick could never get over the heartless and callousness of the SS to take photographs of people while they were dying.
The GM Sniper II stopped halfway to the first fore gun on the Richmond and turned to face the bridge. The ballistic sniper rifle rested on the shoulder of Patrick's mobile suit. Its one hand grasping around the neck of the buttstock. In its other arm its shield rested in its other hand covering the left side of the GM Sniper II.
"When you have seen the results that evil can produce then you have your reason to fight." Patrick's mobile suits traced its foot steps back. "When you have seen children drown in their own blood and have seen the deaths of countless lives taken in a battle that had nothing to do with this war!" Patrick erupted in to a rare episode of anger. His thoughts immediately shifted to his former commanding officer, Dozle Zabi. "Then you have your reason to fight." In the fore ground a small group of GMs flew as one squadron as they finished up with their patrol. The pilots had seen some combat but nothing on the scale that was to be expected of them. This was to be the first large scale battle many of them would take part in the war. The GM Sniper II turned its head and watched the GM squadron fly by. Each member of the squad flew by one by one. Each saluting Patrick as they passed. In the back of his mind he was glad he had gained the respect of some Federation soldiers that he desperately always tried so hard to get. He went out of his way on many occasions to garner it, even risking his own life when necessary He hoped he would not let them down or betray them like he was by his former commanding officer.
"When I served as a member of the SAF it was common to think of one another as brothers and sisters, but now it disgusts me to think of Zeon soldiers as that." The GM Sniper II turned back to face the bridge of the Richmond. "I see Zeon soldiers for what they are. It took me too long to realize what they all were. They are puppets, mere utensils of their Zabi slave masters will." In the hanger of the Colombus class Harpy some of the saberfish pilots broke out in a laughter while others chuckled at the remark. "These puppets are no laughing matter." Patrick started speaking once more and interrupted many of the pilots laughter as if on que. "These puppets will kill on command and will do so without hesitation, and I'm not talking about killing soldiers. They will kill regular civilians to." Patrick's GM Sniper II continued walking toward the bridge of the Magellan. His time spent in the SAF was a reminder to him of how the Zabi's would manipulate anyone to the desire of their own black heart's content. "These puppets are desperate in their fight against us they will even deal with pirates in order to gain the upper hand, and look at what that has got them." Patrick smirked. The bridge crew of the Richmond snickered at the recent double cross the pirates had pulled on Zeon in L3. The pilots in numerous ships went back to their usual pre-flight inspections. Others readied themselves for launch.
"For too long this war has become one big game momentum pissing swings, prolonging the outcome and adding to the cruelty that is war. If this war continues to drag on we will see the Zeon puppets use weapons of mass destruction once more just as they had at Odessa." A large group of Saberfish passed overhead. Twenty-plus passed at high speed. Each fighter leaving a blue streak of exhaust over the bridge of the Richmond. "I suppose their comes a time in all of the history of warfare their will always be a battle that changes the outcome of events that can bring any war to a close. A decisive battle that sets off a series of events off that ends a war." Patrick's mobile suit stopped half way to the bridge of the Magellan. "I have heard voices from with in this very fleet that Odessa was that very decisive battle. I disagree with those voices!" GMs begin to disconnect from the external magnetic racks on the Gorgon. The Salamis class ship continued on its course directly behind the Richmond. Off to the port side of the ship a group of GMs from the Orc streaked by.
"Odessa was perhaps the beginning of the end for the Earth campaign, but it was only the end of the beginning for us who fight here in space against the agents of tyranny." Off to starboard the Minotaur rallied to the side of the Richmond. Its mobile suit compliment each gave a quick salute before disembarking and going off to their positions in the upcoming battle. "Our honored dead who gave their lives to destroy Zeon's crucial resources in Earth's Orbit will not die in vain!" The GM Sniper now shouldered the rifle, readying itself for combat. "Orbit was only the beginning for us. Generations from now history will mark this as the offensive that would shatter the presence that Zeon currently holds here on the frontlines. This will be the battle makes us the abettors of our own fate in this war." The GM Sniper II walked forward to the edge of the Richmond. Its face visor dropped down to cover its face. The lone green sensor illuminated a brightly as Patrick looked out into space.
"We will chase them all the way back to Zum City." The GM reached for the bolt on the sniper rifle and pulled it strait back. With the simple motion of a finger the bolt moved forward and chambered a round.
"For a long time I have pondered a simple question. Why bother?" Patrick's voice was transmitted to every ship in the Bollocks fleet. Pilots that were doing pre-flight inspections on their mobile suits stopped and looked up at the intercoms "Why bother fighting" The GM Sniper II continued walking across the Magellan class ship. As he spoke he remembered back when he was sitting in his apartment in Zum City when he learned the truth behind Mau Province and all the lives that were taken. Flashes of photographs reverberated in his mind. One photo always stuck with him most of all. It was a photo of a boy hemorrhaging blood from his mouth minutes after the G3 gas was unleashed on the colony. Their were dozens of photographs all similar in nature. Patrick could never get over the heartless and callousness of the SS to take photographs of people while they were dying.
The GM Sniper II stopped halfway to the first fore gun on the Richmond and turned to face the bridge. The ballistic sniper rifle rested on the shoulder of Patrick's mobile suit. Its one hand grasping around the neck of the buttstock. In its other arm its shield rested in its other hand covering the left side of the GM Sniper II.
"When you have seen the results that evil can produce then you have your reason to fight." Patrick's mobile suits traced its foot steps back. "When you have seen children drown in their own blood and have seen the deaths of countless lives taken in a battle that had nothing to do with this war!" Patrick erupted in to a rare episode of anger. His thoughts immediately shifted to his former commanding officer, Dozle Zabi. "Then you have your reason to fight." In the fore ground a small group of GMs flew as one squadron as they finished up with their patrol. The pilots had seen some combat but nothing on the scale that was to be expected of them. This was to be the first large scale battle many of them would take part in the war. The GM Sniper II turned its head and watched the GM squadron fly by. Each member of the squad flew by one by one. Each saluting Patrick as they passed. In the back of his mind he was glad he had gained the respect of some Federation soldiers that he desperately always tried so hard to get. He went out of his way on many occasions to garner it, even risking his own life when necessary He hoped he would not let them down or betray them like he was by his former commanding officer.
"When I served as a member of the SAF it was common to think of one another as brothers and sisters, but now it disgusts me to think of Zeon soldiers as that." The GM Sniper II turned back to face the bridge of the Richmond. "I see Zeon soldiers for what they are. It took me too long to realize what they all were. They are puppets, mere utensils of their Zabi slave masters will." In the hanger of the Colombus class Harpy some of the saberfish pilots broke out in a laughter while others chuckled at the remark. "These puppets are no laughing matter." Patrick started speaking once more and interrupted many of the pilots laughter as if on que. "These puppets will kill on command and will do so without hesitation, and I'm not talking about killing soldiers. They will kill regular civilians to." Patrick's GM Sniper II continued walking toward the bridge of the Magellan. His time spent in the SAF was a reminder to him of how the Zabi's would manipulate anyone to the desire of their own black heart's content. "These puppets are desperate in their fight against us they will even deal with pirates in order to gain the upper hand, and look at what that has got them." Patrick smirked. The bridge crew of the Richmond snickered at the recent double cross the pirates had pulled on Zeon in L3. The pilots in numerous ships went back to their usual pre-flight inspections. Others readied themselves for launch.
"For too long this war has become one big game momentum pissing swings, prolonging the outcome and adding to the cruelty that is war. If this war continues to drag on we will see the Zeon puppets use weapons of mass destruction once more just as they had at Odessa." A large group of Saberfish passed overhead. Twenty-plus passed at high speed. Each fighter leaving a blue streak of exhaust over the bridge of the Richmond. "I suppose their comes a time in all of the history of warfare their will always be a battle that changes the outcome of events that can bring any war to a close. A decisive battle that sets off a series of events off that ends a war." Patrick's mobile suit stopped half way to the bridge of the Magellan. "I have heard voices from with in this very fleet that Odessa was that very decisive battle. I disagree with those voices!" GMs begin to disconnect from the external magnetic racks on the Gorgon. The Salamis class ship continued on its course directly behind the Richmond. Off to the port side of the ship a group of GMs from the Orc streaked by.
"Odessa was perhaps the beginning of the end for the Earth campaign, but it was only the end of the beginning for us who fight here in space against the agents of tyranny." Off to starboard the Minotaur rallied to the side of the Richmond. Its mobile suit compliment each gave a quick salute before disembarking and going off to their positions in the upcoming battle. "Our honored dead who gave their lives to destroy Zeon's crucial resources in Earth's Orbit will not die in vain!" The GM Sniper now shouldered the rifle, readying itself for combat. "Orbit was only the beginning for us. Generations from now history will mark this as the offensive that would shatter the presence that Zeon currently holds here on the frontlines. This will be the battle makes us the abettors of our own fate in this war." The GM Sniper II walked forward to the edge of the Richmond. Its face visor dropped down to cover its face. The lone green sensor illuminated a brightly as Patrick looked out into space.
"We will chase them all the way back to Zum City." The GM reached for the bolt on the sniper rifle and pulled it strait back. With the simple motion of a finger the bolt moved forward and chambered a round.