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Phase 01- Approaching storm

February 14, C.E. 74,

Aprillius three

With a loud gasp Vecha Tryst bolted upright in his bed.

Another nightmare.

Always the same, though it was more real each time. Vecha swallowed roughly and looked down at his trembling hands as they gripped the sheets of his bed tightly. His breathing ragged and his body drenched in sweat he hastily climbed onto his feet, making his way towards the bathroom.

Soon enough he found himself standing underneath a warm shower, not knowing how he had even got there, or when he had woken up for that matter. Vecha breathed slowly, letting the warm water wash away his fear, his feelings towards the dream. Often he found himself at a paradox, he wanted desperately to rid himself of these dreadful nightmares, and at the same time he was equally desperate to know more about that day, or perhaps more about his life before.

Bloody Valentine, the words themselves sent a chill through his spine, and almost by reflex his hand traced a scar that was carved deep along the side of his right eye. They say that when one doesn't have a scar removed it represents something important to that person, usually a past disgrace. To Vecha, the scar by itself was his past, he feared that if it were to be removed then he would be removing all evidence of his existence. Even now as he straightened out the collar to his green ZAFT uniform, his mind still wandered aimlessly. He always seemed so close, but every time he got there, the truth was yanked away like a demon holding a rope over the pit in which he was trapped, as he would make a lunge for the rope the creature would yank it away and laugh harshly.

His thoughts were suddenly broken by a knock on his door. Vecha composed himself the best he could, despite the fact that his hair was naturally a mess. With a twist of his wrist he opened the door knob to reveal his superior officer, Captain Noah Ranura. Vecha mentally corrected himself, as Noah was only superior in rank. "Sir?"

The captain regarded him with a cold challenging stare, it didn't so much as scare Vecha as it annoyed the hell out of him. Since he met the man Vecha wanted nothing more than to slug him in the face. Even now he could read the exact line of thought tracing its way through Noah's dusty, misused brain. 'The exact angle of Vecha's collar' or perhaps he was checking for wrinkles in his uniform.

Noah finally gave up and with a frown, of what Vecha had come to think of as a shrug of defeat, Noah said, "your late, we were supposed to be at the landing platform exactly five minutes ago." Without waiting for an answer the crimson haired commander turned and marched back towards the lobby from which he had entered.

Vecha shook his head and slammed the door shut behind him, giving the door knob and extra twist to make sure it didn't pop loose as it often had the tendency to do. Vecha paused suddenly to check his pocket desperately for something he might have forgotten, and then sighed in relief upon drawing his military ID card, thus narrowly avoiding what might have been a long an agonizing lecture.


Meyrin Hawke shoved her way through the swarm of people gathered at the landing platform to greet Lacus Clyne. It was to become Meyrin's belief that avoiding a mob of Lacus fans was harder than piloting a mobile suit. And after receiving an elbow to the ribs she was beginning to think it was more dangerous as well.

"Hey!" she shouted in annoyance, at the man who had elbowed her. Of course his focus was completely diverted away from her as he moved further into the crowd to get a better look at his idle. After finally pushing her way to the front of the crowd, while being pressed up against the railing by the boisterous people behind her, Meyrin was able to lay eyes upon the so-called songstress of hope.

Lacus simply smiled and waved to the people around her, not playing into the needy mood of her of the crowd. On her left stood a young man easily identifiable as Kira Yamato, whom was almost always at Lacus's side, wearing the traditional white commander's uniform. Kira had growing reputation of being the most tactful, if not noble commander in the entire military.

On the opposite side of the room two ZAFT soldiers stepped into the lobby from two double doors, they walked towards the center of the lobby to meet Lacus. Although they were both ZAFT soldiers they differed greatly in appearance. The first, obviously the superior of the two, wore a white uniform similar to Kira's, brandishing three gold stars on each of his shoulders. He had short bronze/orange hair, and his face was rough and strained with discipline, in his late twenties perhaps.

Probably the model commander, while the other was just the opposite. He was clad in a similar military uniform but instead of the top ranking white, he wore a green pilot's uniform indicating that he was still a lower class officer. His hair was an uncombed mess of long jet black locks, while his eyes were shrouded by sunglasses. He was much younger and more relaxed than the tense commander standing on display like a shining medal.

Vecha's hands remained in his pockets, as he didn't bother to extend the courtesy of a hand shake to the couple. It was as if he hadn't planned on acknowledging their existence, his eyes remained focused on the ground before him, not even flinching when the commander cleared his throat. Lacus eagerly shook Noah Ranaura's hand taking the sight of his FAITH badge attached to his uniform. She smiled at him slightly before saying, "Good to see you again commander," she said sweetly, a certain tone in her voice perking Kira's Curiosity.

"Likewise Chairman Clyne, it's been a while," Noah said returning the gesture.

"No, no commander, please Lacus will do just fine," she said giving him permission to address her by her first name. Noah shifted his gaze to Kira and then to Lacus once more.

"Oh my, where are my manners? Noah this is-

"Kira Yamato," Noah interjected, the tone of his voice sounded as if he had swallowed something foul. "Pardon, commander Yamato. You actually have quite a rep in the forces these days, its an honor to meet you, sir," Noah said with a smile, extending his hand for Kira to shake.

"Oh," said Kira, caught off guard, "nice to meet you too." Kira said, shaking his hand unaware of Noah's silent resentment.

Noah quickly withdrew his hand and turned to Lacus without giving Kira a second thought. "Now Ms. Clyne if you would please you're expected at the memorial center." Noah turned around and made for the door but stopped, gesturing for Lacus to go before him.

"Yes of course," Lacus said giving Kira a joyful smile. She took his hand and together they left the shouting coordinators behind. Vecha gave a sigh and followed in suit pulling the doors shut behind him.


"I don't believe this," cried Lunamaria Hawke, reading from a short narrow document as she sat stiffly on the hood of a military 045 transport jeep, her legs hanging lazily off the side, her red uniform unbuttoned, and her smooth violet hair glistening in the sunlight. "Their reassigning us to the defense fleet," she growled, barely resisting the powerful urge to shred the paper with her bare hands. But she relaxed and took a deep breath handing the paper to the young boy sitting opposite her on the other side of the hood.

However, Shinn Askua was not paying Luna any attention, but was instead staring blankly at the artificial sky of the PLANT colony Aprilius 3, not at all interested in the current unorganized state of ZAFT's military. For now Shinn was too busy wondering what things will be like once her returns to Orb. There was only two weeks left and his service to the ZAFT forces ends. Once that happens, Shinn will be free to return to Orb, Luna too, that is if she can convince Meyrin to leave.

"Shinn?" Luna inquired, leaning in closer to inspect the young coordinator, when he did not budge Luna frowned and ran a hand across her field of vision, bringing Shinn out of his daze, and his eyes on Luna's angry expression.

"What?" was all he could manage, which only deepened Luna's scowl.

"You didn't hear a word I said!" she folded her arms across her chest, staring at him incredulously.

"No..but," Shinn fumbled over his words trying to come up with something to say.

Luna narrowed her eyes, "typical," and with a sigh she leaned back against the hood of the jeep, arms tucked behind her head. "Shinn you can be so empty headed," she began. Shinn's lips only curled into a smile as he moved closer. "I mean, I might as well be going out with a mobile suit piloting-

Luna was suddenly cut off as she was drawn into a warm enveloping kiss. When they broke she found Shinn sitting atop of her with a playful smile on his face. "Child?" he asked through that smile.

"Monkey," Luna corrected. Before he could say anything else she gripped the collar of his uniform and pulled him into a kiss that seemed to be more enjoyable and lasting than the first, and it seemed to go on forever. It was a never ending kiss that brought such pleasure that Luna had almost decided to stay like this for the rest of her life. At least until Meyrin interrupted.

"Are you both insane?" Meyrin said, dropping the bag she was carrying. The younger of the two Hawke sisters, Meyrin shared her sisters good looks and computer smarts. However, Meyrin's hair was much brighter and longer, unlike Luna's short violet cutoff. And while Luna was the better flyer of the two, Meyrin's computer skills were unrivaled by anyone in their division, even more so, the entire ZAFT forces.

"Meyrin!" Luna shot forward quickly, so suddenly in fact that Shinn was shoved off of the hood, landing with a thud on the hard concrete. "Meyrin, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? How about, what are you doing?" she said pointing at her sister. "You two were making out on the top of a convoy jeep, in broad daylight, right in the center of a ZAFT special ops base, are you mad?"


Azrael Katinawa leaned up against the railing of the catwalk, plainly staring at the array of mobile suits in the hanger. One after the other they looked like a giant toy collection each with its own color and weapons. He chuckled slightly at this, never before ever giving thought to the idea that these weapons of mass destruction could ever be referred to as toys.

Azrael Katinawa, age seventeen. Classified during the early stages of the war as an elite pilot, brilliant strategist, and capable squad leader. Azrael's hands alone had claimed many lives, but the young warrior standing here his dark brown eyes fascinated with the decorative features of the various mobile weapons, was a different person. The same person that always let his mind wander off of the battle field but could easily become more dangerous than the very machines that he has come to be so absorbed with.

Azrael continued to follow the line of Mobile suits along the catwalk until he finally reached the end of the hangar. Where his YFX-200 Cgue deep arms stood at attention. This particular model was developed during the final stages of war, before Jakine due.

Though outdated Azrael wouldn't trade this suit for anything, it had been customized by him for increased mobility and offensive power. In a sense it was the only one of its kind. Though Azrael felt a pang of sorrow in the pit of the his stomach at the thought of never getting to pilot the mobile weapon again.

Not that he wanted a war, it was just that piloting mobile suits was where Azrael found his peace. Besides drawing it seemed to be the only thing he was good at these days. But even with the unstable condition of the Earth, the chances of PLANT ever going to war again were very slim, that is, as long as Lacus Clyne is chairman.

Allowing his mind to wander elsewhere Azrael could hear a distant humming sound. And upon investigation he quickly discovered the source, his younger brother Soran. He approached Soran from behind, the young pilot was reading up the current schematics of his own ZGMF-1000/A1 Gunner Zaku warrior, while humming the lyrics to Lacus Clyne's "quiet night". 'At least he finally doing what he was supposed to,' Azrael thought.

At first he decided to let him be, but he was struck by a sudden realization, "when does Soran ever do what he's told," Azrael turned the corner stepping out onto the lower branch of the catwalk, "Soran, what are you doing?" he said at barley a whisper. Startled, Soran jumped, dropping is paperwork in the confusion. Azrael looked at the pile of materials spread out on the floor, and sure enough there was a small yet colorful book amongst the wreck.

The sixteen year old pilot was almost identical to Azrael in every way. Curly black hair, darkened skin, the only physical difference between them was the annoying grin that Soran always wore on his face. "Oh Azrael, uh just going over the report on my suit and-"

Before he could finish Azrael picked up the oddly colored book. After checking the title, a look of odd curiosity came over his face. "Mahou Tenshi, Esael?" he laughed "Why are you reading this?"

Soran turning in embarrassment snatched for the book; "Because it's an interesting story!" he missed and attempted another grab.

"Okay you're reading about a magical angel who fights demons, yet-." he paused "You got this from a girl didn't you?"

"No, now give it back!" Soran demanded.

Azrael looked suspiciously "Who is this girl I wonder?" Soran becoming desperate charged in and grabbed the book, when he got hold of it he jumped back retreating to a safe distance. Azrael sighed. "Whatever just make sure your suit is checked out and ready for transport. I wanted to meet Chairman Clyne in person but if you don't hurry we won't get the chance."

Soran's eyes widened like a child viewing his presents under the tree early Christmas morning. "'The' Lacus Clyne?" Soran asked more to himself than to Azrael. Who gave him a funny look, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, 'the' Lacus Clyne. Now let's go." Azrael rolled his eyes, Soran could be a complete idiot at times. Besides being an expert pilot who's abilities rivaled- Well rivaled might be too strong of a word- even his own.

Azrael let out a longer sigh this time before making his way towards the elevator with Soran hot on his heels, the younger pilot rattling off a list of his favorite Lacus Clyne subjects. Soon Azrael began to ponder whether or not baby sitting was somehow secretly included in his mandate. Surly he would have to confront Commander Ranura on the subject later.


Two figures walked through the dark passage of the abandoned hallway, one was an elder man wearing black sunglasses and a similarly colored black tux. The other was a young blue haired girl, she wore a suggestive ensemble, composed of a purple corset, transparent linen jacket, and short black skirt.

For the purpose of the mission it was necessary to dress in a seemingly natural fashion, the secretary couldnt help thinking that this young girl stood out more now than if she was wearing an Earth forces uniform.

Pushing the notation aside he continued to one of the small concession stands where a black suit case awaited them. With haste, he handed the case to the young girl and almost emotionlessly she took it from him. She quickly typed in the code to the lock and case clicked open. From it she drew a EA P-21 handgun and its holster.

"You have already been briefed on your mission, understand that no matter what happens there can be no evidence leading back to us." he said, blushing and turning away as the girl rolled up her skirt to strap the handgun to her upper thigh. "a-and um, so if you fail you must dispose of yourself, or we will be forced to, understood?"

The girl stood up, in the blink of an eye she had drawn the deadly weapon and pulled the trigger directed towards a Lacus Clyne poster. The bullet hit its mark leaving a smoldering hole in the forehead of Lacus Clyne's image. "understood."


"Nothing to worry about, the plan is proceeding as scheduled," Director Addison Marquis reported to the holographic images of the Ellipsis council. "Unit B-08 has confirmed a safe landing, and project C-12 is also in position. By the end of the day, we will have seen the end of Lacus Clyne, and the death of PLANT." He smiled and stared out at the space outside of the ship, "there is a storm brewing gentlemen..…For a blue and Pure world!"


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