A/N: Thank you guys, for the positive reviews! In this chapter, we introduce some new characters. This time the chapter is slightly longer, if I had more time to write, it could've been even longer. Shoutout goes to my bro for helping me with the details and giving me some interesting ideas for the story, we make a good team. Anyway, enjoy, and don't forget to r&r.

It is an incredible experience.

Jeethra Constent, a twenty year old female pilot is sitting before her console inside one of the modified mobile suits of the mercenary brigade. She had vivid green eyes, snow white hair, and a petite physique. She may have been small, but she was tough, all who knew her can attest to that. She would usually tie her hair into a ponytail when she's out of her mobile suit, other times she would just let her long hair flow down her back.

The controls were different compared to other standard suits, the modifications utilized direct brain interfacing. All pilots of the brigade were surgically implanted with BID's, Brain Interface Devices that would enable them to become completely one with their gear and all it's sensors, giving them unmatched mobile suit control. This would make genetically modified humans obsolete, since just about anyone can undergo the painless surgical implants and would be twice as effective as any coordinator.

Even in the vacuum of space, where she was now cruising in with her teammates, the system gave them better coordination and a heightened sense of things, like she was on a constant adrenaline high. For years, the development of the system was kept secret. Behind the scenes of the recent wars, a group of scientists and engineers observed, researched, and recorded the outcomes of all the battles that had ensued. Little did the pilots involved in the previous wars know that each and every mobile suit ever manufactured had a recording device, something similar to the black box of the 21st century, only many times more effective at recording every minute detail the suit and its pilot experienced.

The system had been perfected in the ending days of the most recent war, too late to be of any use to any of the warring factions. But there was a taker. He had been in the last war himself.

"Man, I love doing this!!" commented one of Jeethra's teammates,

"Don't we all? Look, we better head back to base. Practice run's over." Jeethra checked her gear's status and flicked a few switches with her gloved hand.

"Damn it, why can't we just blast those snot-nosed ORB fools now? I feel like I can take 'em all myself!" it was Kelmon Denker, her second in command. He was in service long before Jeethra, he had intense brown eyes and had his black hair tied in a mullet.

"Do you want to be a fool and get yourself killed, or do you want to live to fight another day? We'll be going up against an experienced mobile suit pilot, you all probably know him. Athrun Zala has had more kills than any of you idiots put together, so we cannot chance loosing even one of you losers, it might put us at a disadvantage." Jeethra spoke in her 'tough girl' tone, nobody would mess with her when she spoke like that.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't help but be excited. This system makes the old one look like a stinkin' pile of crap."

"I second that. Ok grunts, check mobile suit status and report in."

Each and every one of her five man team reported condition green. They headed back to their mobile base, The Indomitable.

- xxxxXxxXxxxx -

The commander sat behind his desk, a mug of streaming coffee in one hand. He had just finished his transmission with the ORB princess. In the times when more 'appealing' drinks were available, he would still prefer drinks of the 21st century. Call him old fashion, sure, but it didn't matter what you ate or drank so long as it didn't hamper your performance. Although the coffee he drank was synthetically produced, it was as close as anyone could get in tasting one of the many pleasures of the old century. He read the label of the coffee packet, the contents of which he had just mixed into his hot water:

Columbian Coffee, with real coffee taste! Enjoy the rich aroma savored and loved in the 21st century!

Ironic. The coffee bean plant species had been extinct for over a millennia. Most organic foods where either cloned or were synthetics, but he wasn't one to complain, as long as he had something to eat and drink.

"Sir, permission to come in, sir!" a muffled voice said outside his office door.

"Come in." the commander touched a spot on a panel built into his desk. The door slid open.

"Here are the reports you wanted, sir." The officer handed him a couple of pages of paper. The network system was down due to maintenance, they had to make do with print on paper.

"Okay. These results are in our favor. Good work. Dismissed."

"Thank you sir."

The officer left.

The commander could be mistaken to be as old as 50, but in truth, he was still 33. He was a clone. A defective clone. Of course, no one knew about him being a clone except a handful of people. Somehow, during the cloning process, something went wrong, so what happened was he aged faster than normal people. But there was a good side, although he aged quickly, he could accumulate knowledge and experience faster than anyone else. He most often kept to himself. People avoided him, but that was fine with him. He was present during the last war as one of the unrecognized pilots, he even fought alongside Kira Yamato during the climax of the war at one point. He had looked younger then, similar to Kira. Now he had thinning grey hair, but his grey eyes still burn with a passion.

His name is Emryn Apstone, commander of The Indomitable, and he is out to leave behind a legendary legacy.