Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Seed cause if I did, then I would be a couple bucks richer then I am now...
Phase 1: A Thing Called War
A large fleet of ships from the Atlantic Federation were cruising around Africa's borderlines. The OMNI (Oppose Militancy and Neutralize Invasion) Enforcer symbol shining brightly on the ship's metal hull made it evident that these ships had been sent by the Earth Alliance for some incomprehensible reason at the moment. Inside the largest of these vessels, two people were engaged in a conversation on the bridge.
"How do you plan on carrying these plans out without any casualties!" demanded the captain, who was obviously flustered by the situation.
"You shouldn't stress yourself over matters like these...Anyways, that's what my Biological CPUs are for," replied a man who seemed very intent on moving forward with the attack. "Listen, we have standards! We are not Blue Cosmos!" the captain retorted, casting a cold glare in the other man's direction.
"Do you really have a choice in the matter? After all, you did come all this way, why not at the very least engage the enemy in battle?" suggested the other man, who now had a cocky expression on his face.
"It isn't that simple Azrael!" the captain hollered, beginning to lose his patience, "The Earth Alliance isn't out to eliminate coordinators! We just want to claim a victory in this war, not go on a genocide!"
"You sound quite convincing when you put it that way, but as you can see, since I am head of Blue Cosmos, I am supposing that you have to take orders from me correct?" Azrael sneered, knowing that there was no way the other man could object.
The captain gave a slight growl before looking Azrael straight in the eye. "Have it your way, but we'll see what happens once the attack on Africa commences," the captain firmly stated and sat back down while rubbing his head in frustration.
Azrael looked onward with a malicious grin plastered to his face.
Meanwhile, in another part of the ship, soldiers were quietly whispering about the new arrivals on the ship. "I heard that Blue Cosmos treats them as tools and nothing else so why should we even give a damn about them?" commented one of the soldiers.
This caused one of the three soldiers who were currently residing in the lounge to look up from the novel he was reading. A silent hush fell over the room as the soldier looked away from his novel and glared daggers at the group of gossiping soldiers; he was becoming quite agitated by the noise that the soldiers were making which had disturbed him from his reading in the first place.
"Just leave them alone Orga, they're not worth it..." stated another of the three who had noticed the situation through all the loud music that he was listening to.
"Friggin dirt bags..." Orga growled, returning to his novel once more.
The other soldiers in the lounge decided to continue their gossip, paying no mind to yet another of the three who was on the verge of strangling the talkative group of soldiers out of pure annoyance. After several more minutes of rumor spreading, the last of the three soldiers stood up, shoving the handheld that he had been playing roughly into his pocket and advanced towards the unsuspecting group of soldiers.
"Damn! Don't you freaks ever shut the fuck up!" demanded the enraged soldier, "You all talk too much and it is driving me insane! Do me a favor and get your damned asses outta here!"
Orga looked away from his book once more as the other soldier continued yelling obscenities at the other soldiers.
"Great...now what's going on?" questioned the soldier who was just about to doze off until he heard the loud yelling.
"Well Shani, if you weren't busy trying to go to sleep all the time you would know," Orga stated, still watching the soldiers try to scramble out of the room.
"Looks like Crot's gone and cussed at them until their ears bled huh?" Shani remarked, watching as the last of the soldiers dashed away.
"Yeah, and they deserved every bit of it!" Crot mumbled, pulling his handheld back out of his pocket. Just as he was about to switch it on, a shrill alarm rang out and announcements were made over the intercom.
"All pilots are to launch immediately, I repeat, all pilots are to launch immediately!" came the captain's voice.
"Come on, we got another battle," Orga stated, putting the novel down as he walked out of the lounge to get suited up, "And don't screw this one up either!"
Crot gave a groan before walking out the door as Shani trailed behind. As the three pilots were getting suited, a majority of the Strike Daggers were being launched as the battle was set to begin at any moment. By the time they reached the hangars, every unit except theirs had already been launched. Standing before the cockpits of their Gundams, they each down a substance before climbing into the mobile suits.
"GAT-X131, you are clear," stated the operator as the Calamity Gundam moved itself out of the ship's hangar.
"Finally..." Orga muttered, joining the other soldiers on the battlefield.
"GAT-X252, you are clear," stated another operator as the Forbidden Gundam maneuvered away from the ship.
"They're all gonna burn..." Shani murmured, surveying the enemy.
"GAT-X370, you are clear," stated the first operator as the Raider Gundam flew out of the ship's hangar.
"I'll shoot them all down, every single one of them," muttered Crot, bringing up the weapons command on his Gundam. Another day and another battle to survive; this had become the morale of most soldiers and with either side showing no sign of back down, the long battle was about to ensue...
