Michael Haley walked over to the hangar where one of the Medea's Overflags was launching out for its round of escort. Next to it in the corner, Michael's test Overflag sat still going through heavy repairs after the battle. His body had recovered from the JOSH-A battle, but the mobile suit was going through bigger maintenance. The unit received a lot of battle damage after taking out the Apsalus II, as it barely was able to keep itself up to reach the Medeas. However communications were back up and running, and the Medeas plight didn't go without notice. Other elements of the American Union were on approach, as Michael observed his unit for a bit, before finally walking out of the hangar to the bridge of the Medea.

With a massive thud and a cloud of dust, three Leos touched down at the hastily created airfield that the Evacuation fleet camped nervously around. One Leo was armed to the teeth with various weapons literally strapped onto it's frame while the other two simply carried a massive box between them, containing the entire cache of weapons that couldn't be hauled by any other means, and one Private Mike Rodgers. After settling into a "hangar" made of camouflage netting, the pilots headed out to report to the fleet commander. As the group, led by Derek Carter, exited the net-hangar, a mechanic shouted at them.

"Hey! How do you expect us to service this thing with all this stuff tied over the access panels!?" The mechanic yelled, Derek stopped and looked back.

"Feel free to take them off, we only tied them on because they didn't have a big enough box for all of it!" He shouted back, waving at another mechanic who was motioning as though to ask if he could pilot the Leo to remove the excess weaponry. "Hey!" He shouted as his lack of direction occurred to him, "Which way to the guy in charge?"