Korea Base

Ranmaru was brooding. The combat data though was important to Imperial High Command. The combat data he kept telling himself was critical to the Imperial Army's survival. That discharge of weapon energy had taken the stoutly armored Dabude Class and destroyed it completely. His eyes were narrowed now as his Zaku II Commander Type entered Korean Base borders he had turned his transponder on broadcasted a transmission he had set-up, he was requesting repairs, and a conference set up IMMEDIATELY.

His eyes shifted and he slammed his fist into a console now.

"DAMN IT!"

He said sharply. The European's trump card had caught him off guard, had cost him the lives of good men, he had no idea what the Europeans spent to bring that monstrosity online. He squeezing his hand into a tight fist once more. The Europeans casual disregard for the LIFE OF THEIR TROOPS pissed him off. He brought up the roster of the dead.

His eyes studied something...and then he exhaled an explosive breath.

The Zaku II Commander Type made it's way into the hanger with it's pilot following the directions of the ground crew. He could feel the dock clamps meet his mobilesuit and he closed his eyes. The deaths...every man he lost...why did he feel it? He had felt the keen edge of loss before it was the life of a soldier but this edge had been sharper.

"Your deaths will not be in vain," he promised now.

When his mobilesuit opened Ranmaru stepped out onto the waiting platform.

"Extract the combat data from my mobilesuit at once!" he ordered to the surprise of the technicians having expected an exhausted pilot rather then one who showed no weakness.

"I want the combat data sent to my terminal right away," he said sharply now.

The death of those men would not be in vain, right now the pilot had to play politics...and then he'd bring the Hammer of the Empress down on the Europeans for their disgusting train of thought.

The interrogation had gone better then many could ever ask for, many were wondering just what Ranmaru had given High Command that hadn't thrown him in the stockades. Ranmaru knew this, information was power, and so Imperial High Command had decided to award the officer and gave the confirmation of his promotion to O-3 a rank he had earned before the JOSH-A operation. Oh yes Ranmaru knew about JOSH-A and while he wanted to participate in one of the most ambitious and glorious Imperial Operations the world has ever seen he knew someone would have to keep the European Dogs busy.

A glance at the clock showed him the sign, he wondered just how well the operation went...he was curious admittedly.

A knock on the door broke his train of thought.

"Enter," he said calmly as he was composing a letter to the family of the man who had given his life to save his own. A man that had loyally served alongside Ranmaru without question. He had made recommendations to the Imperial High Command in greatly honoring the families of the men and women who had died during the European counter-attack. He paused through as the door opened and two females decked in pilot gear entered the room.

"You're looking well for someone who handled an Imperial Interrogation," the first quipped.

"Well enough indeed and not even wanting to commit ritual suicide over the defeat," the second teased.

Ranmaru took the transfer papers from them and glanced at their names and quirked a brow.

"GOUF-Type? I wasn't aware the GOUF project was completed," he admitted as he set aside their papers on his desk and stood up now gazing at the red dawn. He moved over to where the mini-bar was pouring himself a mild drink, Ranmaru preferring the drink to be smooth and tasteful rather then making it strong.

"Perhaps I'll have to test your Goufs and see how they measure up to the Zaku II," he said with a grin now. "I'm sure High Command would appreciate the combat data to see if they need to upgrade our newest toy," he said with a smirk now before his face went serious.

"I have but one rule for those who serve under my command. The Black Gale Special Ops company never betrays one another," he said seriously now.

"Clear?" he asked as he turned around hearing the clack of boots snapping together and seeing the two salute him.

"SIR!" they said in unison.

"Kisara Nagai reporting for duty." She says as her Ms-05L sniper unit is put in to the hanger. She fills out some paper work before heading to her cabin to drop off her few personal possessions and clothing. After she finishes up with getting settled in at a new base she heads for the mess hall to wait for orders to come in.

Korea Base. It took a little longer than expected, but Donovan had finally caught up with the man he was sent to serve under until the higher ups felt they needed him elsewhere. The journey was more stressful then first thought. This Aluante moved around more then roaches when the lights come on. As Squad 69 entered the underground facility, a platoon of uniformed officers were there to greet them once they landed. After a quick debriefing, Donovan along with Osiris were brought up to speed from the demise of Task Force Ryu to the occupation of JOSH-A. Also Donovan had been given an sealed parcel to be reviewed asap.

Donovan glanced at the cover --- "SPEC. OPS" --- 'Black Gale' --- With a sucking off his teeth, he turned an handed the folder to Osiris.

"See want this is about. I'm headed to R&D, run some tests with the suit. Hit me up if it's worthwhile."

As Osiris was handed the folder he shook his head.

"From the look of this, I don't think we have a choice BUT to join in this endeavor."