Gundam 00: Phoenix
The Beginning
Author Notes: I decided to write this as I just watched several episodes of Gundam 00 on my computer from the Internet, since Canada doesn't show it. In my fan-fic I'm going to change some elements of the story, killing some people of while letting others live, while also adding a bunch of things I've made up which will affect the story line. Criticism is appreciated. Just don't flame me if I make mistakes in some things, I haven't seen every episode, only the first season and only a few times so please bear with me. Also I'm going to start of with a short chapter, I'll make them longer till a certain point.
Update: July, 13, 2014: I have decided to work on smaller chapters in hopes of getting more work in and finally finishing what I started. I have also begun re-editing once more.
Unknown Location in AEU Territory, February 13
A large aerospace carrier flew through the skies with three Gundams and a single sleek black fighter escorting the vessel.
Unlike the new mobile suits which the three super power had recently gained, their GN Drives were emitting trails of bluish-white particles.
"Kail, give me an update on our target," a said man dressed in a leather coat and wearing sunglasses with a slight British accent to the man in front of him as he pulled out a golden pocket watch, checking the time, before he put it away.
"Bringing it on the monitor now, Wesker," Kail replied and brought up an image of the Throne Drei.
"So there's only one of them left now, luckily it's the one we're after. It's just a shame the other two did not make it." He gave a a weak sigh as they continued tracking the Throne. "To think they had caused so much damage, yet as soon as machines with their own GN Drives begin appearing they had trouble just trying to destroy one," he then stated.
Wesker was captain of this carrier known as the Phoenix: a large armoured carrier capable of flying through the atmosphere and breaking out into space. Although only armed with self defence flak cannons, its hull was large enough to carry a large compliment of mobile suits and tactical fighters, while being able to produce its own equipment, if it did take a considerable amount of time as it was no factory.
He was a man with a rather cool and calculating attitude. Having gained this from being in the military and taking part in several campaigns years ago, which may have been a factor when he was asked to join Celestial Being because he spoke strongly against of the numerous conflicts that broke out. However, after a year of service he betrayed Celestial Being to become his own faction.
He hated the fact they had to wait so long before they started changing the world so he took the ship and plans for three new Gundams that were to be produced before erasing himself and all related data out of the data banks of Vega with the help of his long time Innovade friend Kail who was second in command. He had it done in total secrecy making sure no one had caught them, with anyone who was under his command coming with him, and those who refused were eliminated so no one would know what had happened.
It had taken a few years to finally finish building these mobile suits completely to the specifications that they stole from Veda, the GN Drives the hardest to construct, but it was worth it, and they even had enough time to produce a spare GN Drive. From there they conducted hit and run tactics in various armed conflict warzones, but they have never revealed the Gundams till now, in fear of losing them, but with the new mobile suits being that were being built by the three super powers it was time to finally unveil their own to the world.
Wesker looked out of the bridge to with a Gundam with dark green armour and silver trim on the shoulders moving along infront of the ship with its eyes shining light orange. On its right shoulder there was a large weapon while in hand it carried a beam carbine. On the left arm was a massive shield as tall as the mobile suit itself.
The Gundam was the GD-001 Lancaster, a Gundam designed for medium-long range combat using its detachable shoulder mounted missile launcher as its main weapon, which could be swapped out for a long range heavy 450mm howitzer. On its left shoulder was a GN missile pod while its detachable shield which was connected to the left arm was known as the 'Slab' capable of withstanding the most brutal of attacks; however, it also created a large blind spot wherever the shield faced for the pilot due to its extreme height being nearly the size of the Gundam itself. The carbine it had was designed for providing the pilot with a rapid fire short-range protection and it could also take out its beam saber on its left hip for close quarters, although the mediocre manoeuvrability along with the beam saber being weaker than regular variants made it a last resort weapon.
The Lancaster could also deploy its heavy stabilizers which were mounted on each foot and in the legs into the ground for a stable firing position when using the heavy artillery gun increasing accuracy compared to trying to fire it when not set up. It was the heaviest of the three models and the slowest, but was the most armoured. And although some would say the howitzer was obselete due to requiring ammunition, it was the perfect weapon for indirect support fire and should anything be caught in the shells radius, it meant certain death.
Beside it was the dark purple and black trim GD-002 Variant a mobile suit designed for balance in mobility, survivability and firepower. It was equipped with a single beam rifle a beam saber and a pistol hidden in hip area. It was the second fastest out of the three while being reasonably armoured and had special cloak mounted onboard making it ideal for stealth missions. Last it was the most versatile out of the three with packs that could be equipped to make is suitable for almost any role. Right now it was equipped with the Gale pack making it faster and improving the power output of its weapons.
The last Gundam was the Khaki coloured GD-003 Zesus a Gundam meant to fight in close combat carrying a large physical sword for GN fields, twin beam sabers, and a small shield mounted on the left arm. The mobile suit was the fastest needing the speed to quickly close with enemies and cut them down with its close range weapons. It was also equipped with a single beam pistol for short range combat. The shield it carried also could produce a GN field allowing it greater survivability and also carried smoke launchers to blind the enemy while it either closed in or escaped. It, however, needed these defensive measures as the armour was light to allow the mobile suit to move at extremely high speeds and any shot from most weapons can puncture through its thinly armoured body with relative ease.
Although all three were powerful in their own right, the Lancaster and Zesus required support as their back-up weaponry were lacking, the Lancaster being extremely vulnerable in close combat where it couldn't use its heavier weapons, while the Zesus needed someone to cover it as it closed in, even with the defensive measures it maintained. The Variant was the only one which it could hold its own at any range, but it couldn't make up for the fact they lacked a real supporting mobile.
The Lancaster needed one as it was vulnerable to fast-movers and to make matters worse its shoulder-mounted weapons had limited ammunition. The Drei, however, would be able to keep the Lancaster in the field longer as it could carry extra ammunition in its shield pod, while the stealth field would improve their the entire groups ability to succeed in their roles without giving the enemy an early warning on radar or sensors.
"Sir, the Drei is coming into range," Kail reported to Wesker.
Wesker rested his head against his clenched hand which rested on the arm of the chair. "Prepare to apprehend the Gundam, do what you want to disable it, as long as you don't obliterate it we should be able to repair it. I would prefer, however, if the pilot could be kept alive."
A pilot then appeared on the monitor in a heavy flight suit with a rebreather and an orange tinted visor.
"Sir, requesting permission to set up my Gundam along the ridge, I'll draw its attention while the others get it from behind," the pilot responded showing the image of a rocky ridge below.
"Permission granted just don't go overboard with the Lancaster," Wesker replied as he readjusted his glasses with his left hand.
"Will do," the pilot acknowledged before cutting off the transmission.
"You sure this will work Wesker?" Kail asked. "The three are relatively new to this; with one mistake they could screw up the entire operation for months."
"They will do just fine," Wesker said as he brought out his golden pocket watch again and checked the time. "Time is precious to us."
"Why is that Captain?" Cray, the new helmsmen of the ship asked quite confused, since there wasn't any threat in the area that was after them.
"I can be an impatient man," Wesker answered. "I want to quickly begin our real interventions. Not small scale raids we've done in the past."
"But won't this draw attention to us?" Cray asked, concerned.
"It won't matter we're one of the most wanted groups out there aside from Celestial Being. I bet they're still after us our raid on one of the Human Reform League's mobile suit factories and on their shipping lanes," Kail responded to new helmsmen before he looked at the radar before turning to Wesker. "Wesker, enemy Gundam in range."
"Well then, let us begin," Wesker said as he stared at his pocket watch and started timing them.
Daveral, the eighteen year-old pilot of the Lancaster stared at the Drei as it approached unaware that there were two mobile suits moving around to flank it. Now he was just waiting on Wesker's word.
The area they were in was a rocky mountainous region with very vegetation at the base of the ridge he was on.
"Well then, let us begin," came Wesker's voice from their secure channel.
At that moment he began locking onto the Drei, the launcher moving quickly moving into firing position from its rotatable shoulder mount.
"Twelve shots should be more than enough, I hope," Daveral muttered to himself as he looked at his ammunition count.
As soon as a flashing green light of screen appeared signalling he was ready, he quickly pressed down on the trigger launching three missiles in short succession.
The Throne was quickly forced to take evasive action while trying to shoot down the missiles with its GN Handgun. The reddish Gundam then began to close in onto the Lancaster's position
It fired several shots only to have them disperse off the Lancaster's heavier armour.
"You're gonna need to do better than that," Daveral said to the Drei's pilot. "I'm surprised that didn't scratch me," he then murmured soft enough so no one could hear.
"Just leave me alone!" came a scream from the Drei. "I've already been through enough! You don't know what it feels like to be me right now!"
Daveral felt a bit of sadness, the pilot sounded extremely desperate and shaken but orders were orders and he couldn't let himself to overtaken by such thoughts in the middle of combat.
The Drei then drew a beam saber as it continued to charge at the Lancaster.
Daveral fired another salvo of missiles from the launcher as well as a burst from the carbine, the shots a whitish-blue colour. This immediately forced the Drei to back away and take evasive action.
"Alright, Flint, Helana surround it and try to force that thing out of the sky."
"Right," came a female reply.
Flint nodded his head in response as he began to close in quickly on the Drei with the Zesus.
The Zesus moved at full speed straight into the Drei managing to knock it back through the air before it swung its massive sword, but missed the Drei. The Gundam then charged again, once again knocking the Drei back, however, he had unknownily pushed it closer to the Lancaster, Flint cursed through the comm. as he saw his mistake and quickly spun around to catch back up with the Drei.
The Variant then fired several shots aiming for its legs and arms. The Throne moved again to evade, but one of the shots managed to severe its right leg off.
"Not so tough without your friends are you?" Helana said bitterly as she pressed down on the trigger, the shot almost spearing through the cockpit of the Drei.
"Careful, we don't want to destroy it!" Daveral snapped. "I'm switching to HE missiles. Should cause enough damage to take it out of commission, if its armour is light enough," Daveral announced to his teamates as he looked through his scope to see the Drei had disappered.
"It's beside you!" Helana then warned.
He then felt something smash into the side of his Gundam. "Shit, it's in my blind spot!" he growled as he tried to turn to face the Drei, but to no avail, he was just to sluggish. "Good job for driving it closer to me Flint!"
"I got it!" Helana then shouted as she fired once, driving the Drei off.
Daveral then began locking onto the mobile suit with his launcher while the other two began distracting it again. He pressed on the trigger as soon as he locked onto the Drei. The HE missile then raced towards the Gundam, fast enough to avoid being shot down and impacted right into the Drei as bits of debris were sent flying through the air, the explosion consuming the Gundam.
They would not know if the thing was still intact till they saw it and this caused the air to go silent as everyone waited to see if the plan had either failed or had been successful.
Just then, the Drei began to plummet towards the ground and crashed into the vegetation below, the head, right arm and shield pod the only thing left still attached to the Gundam's torso
"Hell ya, everything worked out!" Flint cheered. "Uhhh, sorry for driving it closer to you Daveral," he then apologized rubbing the back of his head.
Daveral sighed. "Just don't let it happen again," he replied before scanning the area.
Wesker's face then appeared on their screens with a small smile. "Good job, and all within five minutes, faster then I expected. Now, bring that Gundam back to the ship."
"Alright Helana, Flint you take the mobile suit back, I'll cover the rear." Daveral instructed as the two Gundams began closing in on the Drei's position and picking it up while the Lancaster followed after them when Daveral had made sure the area was clear.
"I guess I was wrong," Kail said as he leaned back in his chair stretching his arms. "Although it's not what you can say a real battle."
Wesker got out of his chair. "It doesn't matter they'll be tested once we get into space," he began moving towards the door to the lift. "Take command for me while I'm gone."
Kail nodded his head as Wesker got onboard and closed the door. The lift began moving down into the ship's hanger–a relatively quick trip if one was counting.
The door soon opened and he got out to just see that the mobile suits were beginning to dock in the main hanger from the observation room that overlooked the massive hanger before he opened the door left of him walking down the stairs.
A few soldiers who were wearing full combat uniform began moving towards the Drei which was then placed on the ground with a soft metallic thud before the other three mobile suits moved into their own designated facilities for maintenance.
One of the soldiers climbed on top of the machine and kicked the door of the cockpit a couple times with his heavy boots.
"Open up in there!" the soldier yelled.
There was no response as the soldier then signaled for the engineers to climb up to begin working on opening the cockpit.
Daveral walked up to Wesker taking his helmet off revealing his short black hair and brown eyes. The young man stared at the fallen Drei along with the rest of the crew, wondering what would happen.
"Do we have the parts to patch this thing back together?" Daveral asked as the engineers began unlocking the cockpit from the outside with an electronic hacking system.
"We do."Wesker crossed his arms as he waited while the engineer shouted that first set of locks had just been disengaged.
Daveral looked to see the other two Gundam pilots, Flint and Helana, not so keen in waiting for the thing to open up both were already heading towards their quarters to get changed and relax.
"Do we even know who the pilot is?" Daveral said to Wesker curiously.
"The pilot," Wesker began, "is one Nena Trinity, a human with some Innvoade abilities. And before you ask, the data was obtained by one of our covert ops teams boarding their mother ship. Quite simple as it was left unguarded."
"Is the pilot artificially engineered, like Kail, because I know no one can be born with the ability to get into Veda's terminals naturally, if I read correctly."
"Yes," Wesker replied, "But does it matter if people are artificially engineered in your opinion?"
Daveral shook his head. "As long as they breathe, eat, have emotions and the other bunch of crap that makes us who we are, I'm okay with that. They're still people."
"Just what I wanted to hear," Wesker said.
The engineer then shouted the locks were all opened as the two soldiers climbed to the cockpit with one pulling out a stun grenade before they opened the door.
There was a gunshot, but the soldiers had already dropped the grenade in and shielded themself. The soldiers then went in and dragged the pilot out who was utterly dazed for a moment before the teen-aged girl struggled to break free, screaming at them until one of the soldiers butted her in the face with their rifle causing her to stop after a painful groan in fear of another strike.
"Was that necessary?" Daveral asked.
"I'm not risking my people, they will do what it takes to subdue her while ensuring the preservation of their own lives.
Daveral nodded, though he seemed to think it was a little harsh by his unsatisfied look.
"Do you expect us to use her to pilot that machine again?"
"It depends." Wesker brought out his pocket watch again. "If we don't find a pilot soon we will likely have to. The fighter pilots, they're too used to their craft and they're veterans, we just can't just switch'em to something they're unfamiliar with; it'll take too much time and effort and it is a waste of their skill." Wesker then let out a sigh. "Good help is hard to find these days, we have three squadrons of fighters onboard, but only enough pilots for one, it's quite sad. Thankfully that will change once we get started with the plans."
"Hey there's a purple Haro in this machine!" one of the engineers then suddenly shouted as he held it up to his fellow engineers to see before they shut its system off. "For a Haro, this one looks rather evil. Just look at those eyes," the engineer commented.
Wesker then climbed on top of the machine leaving Daveral behind so he could speak with the chief engineer.
"I want to machine removed off Veda's support reloacted to our stand-alone system," he instructed the engineers who nodded their heads.
"Should only take a few minutes after we've patched this thing back together, we'll get to work on it right away. It's about time we've used that spare GN Drive, it's been collecting dust over the years when its not used to generate extra power." The engineer then shouted for the machine to be moved to the repair facility as several magnet cranes came by and picked up the damaged Gundam before they began going along their tracks towards the repair facility in the back.
Wesker then moved to an intercom and switched it to the bridge's frequency with Kail's face appearing on screen.
"Prepare to take us into space; I will be up there soon to relieve you of command soon."
"Roger that, but Wesker," Kail then started. "Is it possible after that we finish the mission we head back to Earth, I prefer a place where gravity exists."
"Don't worry Kail, I prefer being in a place where you don't float around as well." he replied as Kail shut off the transmission.
"It's now time to visit our prisoner," he then said to himself as he walked towards the lift.
Daveral then ran up to him. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.
"Go ahead," Wesker answered as Daveral got on the lift and they began ascending.
Nena sat curled up in a ball in her dimly lit cell still dressed in her flight suit. She couldn't believe this had just happened. She felt so powerless without her brothers to help her.
It's all my fault, she thought to herself. Johann would still be around If I had helped him.
Now she was all that was left of her family, but now she had captured with no idea what was going to happen to her. Were they going to finish the job and kill her or leave her here to rot?
She had never expected life to be so cruel to her, the only family she had taken away in a flash. Was this God's way of getting back at her for all those people she killed at that party? If it was, she did not deserve it or at least did not deserve to be stuck here as well. Wasn't losing her family enough?
She looked up and stared at the mirror on the wall infront of her above a small compact sink. Her eyes were red having cried until she had no more tears to shed, while a dark purple bruise lay on her right cheek from the bash of that rifle.
She then looked away; she couldn't bear to look at herself anymore. She was a weakling, she couldn't even defend herself against her brothers killers. She only lived because the Exia saved her at the last moment.
The lift door then open as two men entered. One was a tall blonde man wearing dark sunglasses and a leather coat, while the other was a slightly shorter black-haired man still dressed in his flight uniform while he held his helmet underneath his arm.
One of them opened the cell door and the blonde man walked in with his companion beside him. She then turned away and continued to stare at the wall, ignoring them.
"Nena Trinity," one of the men said. "You were hard for us to find." The man paused to see if she would respond, but she did not. "I'm Captain Wesker of this ship, the Phoenix, and I bring to you an offer that may be for the better," he continued.
After a moment or so the captain kneeled down in front of her. "I'm proposing that you join us on our efforts to help change this world."
"We've tried to change the world and my brothers got killed because of it," Nena replied coldly as she turned her body so she was no longer facing him. She wanted to be left alone
"Have you ever thought what you were doing was wrong?" the second man then asked as he leaned against the cell wall. "Do you have no sense of right or wrong? Are you one of those people who just acts on their own decision and logic without ever thinking about the consequences?"
"Daveral that is enough," the blonde-haired man said. "Did you ever have a normal life?" the man then questioned.
Nena just sat there silent.
"I guess that means a no then, doesn't it?" the other man then looked at Wesker and nodded his head signalling he could continue.
"Do you want an actual life?" Wesker then asked her softly. "I can promise you that if you help us you'll be given a chance to actually live. It's better than being stuck in this cell for the rest of your life. If you follow my commands and work together with the others you may just get something that was taken away from you."
"Huh?" She looked at him surprised for a moment. Before she turned away.
Wesker then got back up as he readjusted his sunglasses. "If you need some time to think this over I will allow you that. I will return again to see if you've made up you're mind at a later time." He ended as he walked away.
The two exited the cell, Wesker locking the door behi d him as the sound of their footsteps trailed out of the brig.
An actual life, something me and my brothers never had, she thought as she began having memories of when she was younger. She and her brothers had been stuck inside a lab for most of their life being taught everything by computers and Veda, while scientist just monitored their progress and treated them like an experiment giving them absolutely no freedom. They were never praised, loved, or cared about, all they had was each other to rely upon. It was because of that she hated seeing people having fun while she she worked, it wasn't fair. She and her brothers deserved it just as much as anyone else did.
Maybe she should accept Wesker's offer, she had hit rock bottom, and it was her only chance in living the life she wanted. It seemed like he was telling the truth.
She got up and looked at herself in the mirror and let the water from the sink run before she splashed her face with some of the water before she turned the faucet off, using her sleeve to wipe off the excess water and lay down on the hard mattress before she slowly began drifting into sleep.
The last thing she thought about was the offer, and she finally had an answer to it–she would accept it.
Daveral pressed the button as the lift to descend to the crew compartment.
"Sir, can I ask you something?" Daveral asked, abit hesitantly. "This has been on my mind for awhile."
"Go ahead with it," Wesker said. "You don't need to hesitate."
Daveral relaxed as he asked his question. "I heard that real Innovades don't age is that true?"
"Depends on how the gene manipulation went out as well as the nanotechnology, Kail aged normally, created as a baby and adopted from what he told me after he dug around in Veda's files." Wesker answered giving an example.
A small green light then flashed on in the intercom with a 'bong' noise. "Ladies and gentlemen we are now leaving Earth's atmosphere, be sure to secure all air locks, hatches and hanger bay doors so we don't lose oxygen, if we do the person responsible for leaving them open will get thrown out that very same place without a space suit. Thank you and have a wonderful near zero gravity day," Kail said as if he were a flight announcer over the intercoms, with a few laughs being heard in the background through the intercom before they turned it off.
"Well, Captain, this is where I get off," Daveral said as he got off the lift.
Daveral floated out of the lift as the door closed behind him. He took off towards his quarters and pressed a button on the side of the door which caused the door to open horizontally.
He closed the door behind him and floated towards a single locker at the far end of the room. He began stripping out of his flight suit before he switched out his under clothes for a pair of grey cargo pants and a dark blue coloured shirt before he grabbed his green vest and started moving out of his room before he realized he had forgot a large text book that lay on his computer table before he went back to get it.
He exited the room and headed down the hallway. He passed-by five others rooms before he made it to down to the room where he would usually go when he was bored, the cafeteria. He was the only one in here. He sat down at one of the tables and opened his book.
From reading he had done on several books he knew the eradication of war was nearly impossible from the very beginning of human history when men fought with sticks and stones to their modern society, it was all written in blood. The only way to completely remove war was to remove individuality in his opinion, something Daveral shuddered to even think about.
He was reading up on the history of the Earth because he had found it incredibly interesting. From reforms and revolutions, to the politics and how people lived back in the time, he loved it all. As he flipped to where he was, the French Revolution. He never thought a country would not do something about it's financial crisis, but they decided to spend more on themselves then to aid their country, people starving with bread prices rising due to inflation, it was insane. He was glad he never had to suffer through anything like that.
After awhile Daveral got up and checked his watch he wore. An hour had past, and it was now about the time to get something to eat as he hadn't really eaten anything for the past few hours and now was a better time than any, especially at this hour.
He could hear people already heading down the corridor, looked like everyone was going down to grab a bite to eat.
He went up to counter and grabbed a tray that already had food on it.
"Always the first one in here, huh?" the cook said with a chuckle.
"As usual," he responded as he took his tray back to the table where he was before.
He went back to reading his book while eating. He felt relieved that the ship had some gravity so everything wouldn't be flying throughout the ship. It made things alot easier for everyone onboard since everything didn't have to be buttoned down or connected to the floor.
As the cafeteria began to fill up he closed his book marking where he had stopped reading before he began finishing up his food and returned the tray to counter before he retrieved his book and left the room.
He headed back towards his room. Once he was inside he placed his book away and lay down in his bed.
He began thinking on what was going to happen soon. Eventually they were going to have to fight against the UN in space as the Captain wanted them tested. That was something he had only done in the simulations–against real soldiers, would they manage to hold their ground in combat, or would they get torn to pieces despite having superior machines?
His thoughts than shifted tto that female pilot and they way that she was so quiet answering almost none of their questions. Would she even accept Wesker's offer? If she did she would be likely she would pilot the Drei again? If she fought alongside them, would she be loyal or will she shoot them down at the first chance she gets?
Daveral pushed himself up so that he began floating slightly above his bed. There are just so many questions, he said to himself in his head as he just stared at the ceiling while he began to get lost in his continuous train of thoughts. There was always something to think and worry about.
After an unknown amount of time someone knocked on his door. He adjusted himself so that his feet were touching the floor and walked over to the door and opened it with a flick of a switch.
The door slide back with his fellow teammates, Flint and Helana, at the door.
"Well what is it?" he asked the two as he went back inside his room before Helana opened her mouth.
"You know that pilot we captured, right?" Helana asked as Daveral nodded his head.
"Ya and what of it?" Daveral replied as he leaned back against his locker. "Were you also told of the offer?"
She nodded her head. "Do you think the captain will actually make her part of our team?" Helana then said. "Because I disagree with that decision."
"Why is that?" Flint asked. "I don't see anything wrong."
Helana looked down and sighed. "You're so ignorant at times," she stated before moving on. "I looked at the video of her randomly attacking a wedding ceremony going on in Spain that we recorded while tracking them, someone like that on our team could lead to alot of problems, we don't even know if she's mentally stable. People like that need to be locked up for the safety of others," her tone grew emphasising her final sentence.
"Well, didn't she lose her brothers in combat a few hours earlier just before we managed to get her? Maybe this will affect her for the better," Flint replied, optimistic. "Four Gundams are better than three, and with the new UN machines being produced, we'll need all the help we can get."
"We're just going to see how it plays out," Daveral then told them. "But Flint is right, we need all the help we can get, however, we will need to keep an eye on her until we can truly trust her no matter what. Her actions were quite brutal."
"Well, I'm still not going to trust her even if she joins us, one wrong move and I'm shooting her down," Helana said, turning her right hand into a fist and she was defintely tightening them as she left the room, but stopped just at the entrance. "She better be kept on a short leash," she finished before she left the two.
Flint let out a sigh before he turned to Daveral. "Well, what do you think we should do?"
Daveral straightened up his posture before he spoke. "Like I said, we wait and see how things play out."
"I guess we're putting our lives in the hand of God then." Flint replied, amused before the intercom came alive.
"All personnel report to your stations, I repeat all personnel report to your stations."
"Well looks like we're up again." Daveral said as he saw Flint rush out of his room before he opened his locker.
There would no logner be any more games, now, this was going to be real combat.
HRL Space, February 11, Phoenix Carrier
Wesker stared out the bridge as they moved through the darkness of space. Soon they would be entering combat with the crew already making preparations.
They needed to test their Gundams and their pilots as they made their way to their destination.
"Detecting several signatures heading towards us looks like HRL forces coming into the area seems they were waiting for us," Kail said as he glanced over to the next console beside him. "Two squadrons of ten Tierens." he then stated.
"Cray manoeuvre the ship so our starboard weapon banks are facing them," Wesker ordered.
"Roger that, manoeuvring so starboard is facing the enemy," Cray complied.
The enemy mobile suits then began to break into smaller teams of two, likely so they could surround the ship and bombard it from all sides.
"Are our pilots ready?" Wesker asked through the intercom, cooly, to hanger control down in the main hanger.
"They're just waiting on your word to launch," the hanger's overseer replied.
"Tell them to launch first," Wesker instructed. "Leave the tactical fighter squadron in reserve, if things get bad we'll launch them."
"Yes sir."
He looked to see the three Gundams begin to launch out of the starboard side hanger as their GN particle illuminated space.
"Here they come," Kail said as the shots from the mobile suits slammed against the hull of the ship while the sound of the flak cannons could be heard from withing the bowels of the vessel as showers of shrapnel began to blanket the surrounding area.
The HRL mobile suits were now over the ship in their fire teams bombarding the entire ship. The Phoenix's hull was incredibly thick, though, trading firepower and mobility for resilence.
"Cray, begin manoeuvring so they don't get in our blind spot," Wesker ordered as Cray began turning the ship.
"Well, Wesker, we'll see if your pilots are worth their salt!" Kail exclaimed as a bright flash entered the bridge before it faded. A mobile suit had tried to get a shot at the bridge only to be torn apart by a beam from the Variant.
"They will succeed; I put my faith in them." Wesker replied as he leaned back in his chair.