"A Journey Starts From With-In"
Prologue
Hell's Fury and Heaven's Wrath
"The Archangel and the Defense Fleet are retreating from the battle!" Everyone looked to their only escape leaving them behind. "DAMNNNN! WE'RE DEAD MEN FOR SURE NOW!" yelled one man. "I DISAGREE!" yelled another. All eyes fell upon the man as he pointed at the sky. They all turned to look. "EARTH ALLIANCE TRANSPORTS!" they all chorused.
"Looks like they installed a Cyclops System sir," the male techie, age 21, blue eyed, short black hair, tan skin, feminine complexion though, but tough as a mule veteran, reported. "Humph!" The captain then stood. He had brought the E.A.S. (Earth Alliance Ship) Hell's Fury and her sister, Heaven's Wrath, to save JOSH-A, not witness its destruction. "Friendlies! They're trapped by enemy forces!" shouted another techie, female age 17 or 18, long brown hair down to her waist, matching brown eyes, but a raw newbie. The captain nodded. He looked around the bridge of the Hell's Fury. She and her sister ship, Heaven's Wrath, were misnamed vessels of the misnamed Archangel-Class. 'Now though,' he thought,' they're amply named.' Breathing deeply as he saw the "kids," 'too many were under 16 years of age. Though they were elsewhere then on the frontline or in the……..' Standing up," tell him to launch! All ships! WE ARE COMMITED TO BATTLE! RESCUE THE TRAPPED, THE SURVIVORS, AND ANY CIVIES AND THEN BUG OUT!"
One man seating in his combat unit had a smile his known stone-like features. Any one of his troops looking at his face over there monitors instantly became frightened. He saw this and ordered," Don't fear me in battle! Unless you're the enemy!" The troops uneasily began to relax, but he said one more thing," we will be aiding any and all surviving allied forces in a retreat, a stragetic retreat, mind you. We will not be running like whipped dogs." At this the troops under his command began to relax until he caught one of the female pilots with a male mechanic in her unit. "PFC. LAMBERT!" Immediately the man left after a quick kiss good bye. "S-s-s-sorry C-c-c-colonel Jackson. It won't-"He cut her off, "Just remember to switch your vid-link and comm-link over to only receive next time." His smile calmed everyone in the 232nd California Mobile Youth Company, a scratch force of kids with some battle-harden leaders like Jackson. The captain of Hell's Fury, Captain Bernard Cooke, face came up on Lieutenant Colonel Pete Jackson's main vid-comm. "Colonel….. You have your orders. LAUNCH!" he practically yelled into the monitor. LTC Jackson saluted sharply and said," Keep me informed of the battle. I don't want to lose anymore greenhorn nuggets." With that, he launched into battle in his GAT-01 Strike Dagger Command Unit Mobile Suit. Quickly followed by the rest of his command of 109 GAT-01 Strike Dagger Mobile Suits.