At the base in Bishkek, numerous mobile suits were being prepared for launch. Sensors had discovered Japanese mobile suits trying to entire Germanic territory and scouts had confirmed the presence of a new model that had been present for the recent destruction of a patrol fleet. Several battleships were on stand-by in case what looked to be a simple skirmish turned into a massive fleet battle, something many of the officers were looking forward to after news of the successful deployment of their new battleship, Archangel, had been released.

The swarm of DiNNs slowly split into groups of four as they spread out intoa search pattern, seeking to quickly locate and drive off the enemy threat. With a massive search, the enemy was quickly found and the lucky squad opened fire with their missiles. Donovan Omen cursed as the first shots detonated around him and his squad mate. The Zaku opened fire with its bazooka, scattering the enemy formation as the Red Frame’s sensors began picking up the approach of more mobile suits.

“We should fall back,” Osiris Paul suggested. “Those four are just bring more towards us.”

“I can beat them!” Donovan said, blasting off into the air.

The Red Frame drew its special katana, the Gerbera Straight, and quickly attacked the nearest DiNN from behind. The suit’s left wing was cleanly sheered off and Donovan prepared to strike again when he was hit from behind. Several DiNNs had come to their squad mate’s rescue, firing their anti-ait shotguns into the prototype’s back. Donovan turned to strike them, but they were quick to scatter, firing their machineguns as they went to give the wounded suit time to retreat. More and more DiNNs closed in on the battle, firing their guns at long-range. Before they could get close enough to be effective though, several rockets exploded in their midst, damaging several of the European fliers.

“You can’t win this one,” Osiris said, reloading his bazooka. “We have to go!”

Donovan felt a pain in his heart, but reluctantly acknowledged his partner’s wisdom. He grounded his suit quickly to evade the enemy’s sensors, rendezvoused with the rest of Squad 69, and departed. The DiNNs hovered overhead as their leader requested permission to pursue.

“Negative,” the commander of Bishkek base said. “Fall back to base until we know their full numbers.”

As reluctant as Donovan had been, the DiNNs fell back, though they were able to celebrate a victory that night with all of their comrades.

Outcome: Bishkek wins
Donovan Omen: (7+1) VP, Repairing 4