First of I think I should thank God for giving the gift of writing and creativity though I should have probably have done that a while ago, as well as thanking Him for giving me these characters through all the inspiration through the many means.

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I hope that you all enjoy the twists I have in this story By the way Rau isn't going to be a clone in this story because we already have enough of those with my characters.

January, 71 C.E., 3:45 a.m.

Commander Mu La Flaga had just awaken from the strangest dream, and though he couldn't remember all of it he was sure it had something to do with his eight younger sisters or at least one of them.

It was so realistic he could have sworn it was real if it hadn't been for the fact that his sister, Cheza-Marie would never have been so pleasant to anyone, not even another Coordinator-especially not another Coordinator. There were enough untruths in that dream that he should have realized that it was a dream before he woke-up, but then again there were enough truths in that dream to make him believe that it was real and besides his sisters were Newtypes if one of them were to show-up he would have sensed them long before seeing them. Mu glanced at the clock on the night stand next to his bed. In about half an hour the pilots of the eight new G-weapons would be arriving. Little was known about them except that they were Navy Seals, so unless women were now allowed to become Navy Seals Mu couldn't see how his younger sisters could possibly be the pilots of those new Mobile Suits. A woman would have to be really tough and strong in order to be a Navy Seal. But then again Mu's kid sisters were very tough not to mention very strong and if ever a woman were to make Navy Seal it would have to be one of his kid sisters. He sat up and pulled out the picture of his eight younger sisters. Mu smiled looking at the picture in the dim light, his eight sisters standing oldest to youngest. Mu missed his younger sisters, he thought about them a lot lately, and wondered how they were doing.

"I can't wait for this damn war to end so I can come home to you girls," he said looking at the picture. This war was really starting to take its toll. It had been almost a year since he last saw his girls. They had turned fourteen almost a month ago and he had missed their birthday, not to mention the holidays as well as his own birthday. God knew how much he missed those girls.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it home for your birthday or even the holidays, but hopefully I'll be able to make it home in time for your fifteenth birthday, "Mu said to the picture of the eight young girls. "And who knows maybe by then I'll have a girlfriend," he added smiled thinking about how his younger sisters some more than others would harass him about his love life, or lack of one.

"Well I guess I might as well get ready for the day," Mu said putting down the picture and getting up. He did his morning sit-ups, and push-ups, then donned his bathrobe grabbed his towel and toiletry bag and left his room to take a shower.

Meanwhile, a certain Mobile Suit pilot, Kira Yamato had awaken from his sleep to find a certain redhead asleep on top of him, her right cheek against his bare chest. Kira smiled to himself, he had grown accustomed to finding Flay in bed with him since she joined the military all those months ago.

"Good morning, Flay," he said to the young girl in bed with him as he brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. She looked so peaceful sleeping, so innocent. Even though thanks to him she was anything but. Kira stroked the sleeping girl's scarlet colored locks.

Meanwhile, Murrue Ramius awoke with a start, she bolted up right into a sitting position. She was dripping with sweat, she had just had yet another nightmare she had been having these nightmares for months they were even worse since the destruction of Heliopolis. She had hoped that their arrival at Lunar Headquarters would allow her to sleep a little more peacefully, but she was wrong. Although the fact that she had been forced to involve yet another innocent civilian in this damn war didn't help, nor did the death of Vice Minister George Allster. She often stood in the shower for hours at a time trying to wash away the guilt that she felt over the events that had transpired over past few days, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't seem to rid herself of the guilt. At least Miss Clyne was being treated well, and all of Heliopolis's citizens from that broken lifepod are safe. If only the students from Heliopolis and the daughter of the late Vice Minister wouldn't insist on remaining with the Archangel maybe then she wouldn't be having these nightmares.

"Well there's no point in going back to sleep," Murrue said out loud to no one in particular.

Getting out of bed she slipped on her bathrobe, grabbed her things and headed for the showers.

4:00 a.m.
Lunar Spaceport

The Space Shuttle from Earth prepared for touch down. On board were the eight Navy Seals who would be piloting the new Mobile Suits. Eight teenaged first-generation Coordinators, who happened to be Newtype girls.

Author's Note sorry for the wait. More reviews please.