Mwu could feel the anger slowly making its way to his face, painting a scowl across it. He'd just returned from battle against some of ZAFT's vessels and their Mobile Suits. Removing his helmet, he replayed the battle in his head. The ZAFT forces were easily outnumbered 5 to 1. Everything was going according to plan. Then, the battle began to turn. The damned GINNs' attacks got stronger, their blasts more precise, and before long the emptiness of space was littered with debris from destroyed Mobile Armours. Their mission seeming impossible with all the losses they had suffered, the commander ordered a retreat.
They had failed, Mwu thought angrily, and the only thing they had to show for their effort was the damaged GINN they had captured and its pilot. It had fallen into their hands completely by mistake. They had been trying to retrieve one of their own Mobile Armours and somehow the GINN had been caught instead. It glistened with a strange familiarity, its greyness taunting Mwu to remember exactly why its image was so vivid in his mind. Then, it clicked. That was it, wasn't it, the same GINN that had taken out so many of his comrades? And now it was theirs, along with its pilot.
His frown deepening, Mwu pointed his gun at the Mobile Suit's closed cockpit door.
"Step out with your hands in the air." he called out. Lazily, the door began to open and a pilot clad in a red space suit identifying him as an elite stepped out. The pilot's face was hidden behind the tinted glass of the helmet.
"Identify yourself!" Mwu ordered, not taking his gun off the Coordinator. Slowly, the GINN's pilot reached for the helmet and removed it. Cold green eyes met Mwu's blue ones and for a moment the two soldiers just stared at each other.
'A girl?' Mwu couldn't help but be surprised at the discovery. ZAFT was famous for its low number of female personnel, and even fewer women actually worked on the battlefield. 'And this one's an elite too! This will be interesting.'
Finally snapping out of his thoughts, he took in the Coordinator's physique. Her pale complexion contrasted sharply with her hair, which was of a black that seemed simply impossible to Mwu. A frown tugged at her pink lips as she observed her surroundings. With a quick jerk, she pulled her hair out of the loose bun previously holding it. Strands of black spilled over her shoulders as she looked down at Mwu defiantly, putting her hands once more in the air. The action puzzled the Mobile Armour pilot for a moment, but he put it out of his mind.
"I told you to identify yourself!" he snapped at her, glaring at the arrogance of the girl.
She remained impassive as she replied in a smooth, cool voice that sent a chill down Mwu's spine.
"Azumi Starford, of the Gosamer team."