Already here with another story, I don't usually go so fast. I might actually finish this one, of course I'm hoping to its just that my writers block is usually pretty bad when it shows up. Hehe. Well enjoy the chapter.
"I'm not a coordinator...at least, I don't think so." Wes said before chuckling slightly, Ikros shook his head skeptically, "I've never seen a natural type like that, especially when creating an OS."
Wes shrugged, "Maybe I'm a genius in disguise but I'm not asking about it." Wes said nothing more as he calmly walked past Ikros and had the elevator move down. Ikros also stayed quiet and looked at Wes, but not in hatred or contempt. He looked at Wes curiously, wondering what his story was and if he was a coordinator, why would he be in the Earth Forces.
"Are you sure?" Over in Captain Yzak's office, Prine had just given him a report that told the same thing that Ikros now knew. "Yes sir, I saw him myself, he was typing too fast to actually be a natural."
Yzak nodded before thinking, 'Sounds like Kira, but this guy fought in both wars...' "Prine!" He said suddenly, to which she stood straighter, "I want the history on Wes, I want to know what he's been doing since he joined EAF."
"Sir!" Prine quickly walked out and the door shut behind her, Yzak sighed. 'Dearka was right, being a Captain is much harder than just piloting.'
Over in Wes' shared room, Ikros hadn't said anything about Wes' actions in his mobile suit. Trent and Peter were beginning to pester each other about their histories in the military. It was obvious that Trent and Ikros had less, but Peter and Wes had much more experience for sure.
Peter started, "Well I never made the grade for "red suit" not until after Jachin Due. The GINN's were the main mobile suit for Zaft in that day and they were pretty hard to handle even then. After Jachin Due I've been testing things out for a while, before Yzak called me back and gave me a Gouf to take to earth. That was the second war."
"We sure did go through a lot of problems during those days; I was part of the group who didn't follow the Chairman completely."
Peter barely survived the battle at Onogoro, but he was kept as a prisoner of war until the end of it. He was then released and taken back into Yzak's team.
"What about you Wes?"
Wes chuckled, "Nothing special, I was just a mobile armor pilot during the first war. After the battle at Endemyon, I got transferred. I moved through a lot of bad luck, the 8th fleet was one of them."
Wes had also battled at Jachin Due, but as a Strike Dagger pilot. After that battle, he barely survived as well with a damaged suit.
After that he continued as a Lieutenant, leading his own squadron into battles for the second war. His job was to protect a cannon on the moon, but there was a malfunction wiping out half of the squadron. That which made up Last Hope, was all that remained.
"You mean the moon cannon?" Ikros asked, to which Wes nodded. "I'm happy it malfunctioned though, even if it killed a lot of people."
"But that one did-" Ikros started but Wes interrupted, "Oh no! Not the first one, there was actually another moon cannon on the other side of the moon hidden away under stone. They were firing the shot after the first cannon was destroyed, that's when the malfunction occurred…"
"Ah I see! You're right then, if that shot had gone without problems there would have been so many other deaths…they might have even gotten Aprillius!"
It was a known fact that Aprillius, the capital of PLANT, was the main target of the first and only shot that the moon cannon took. However, thanks to Yzak and Dearka's team, the first relay point was damaged.
Peter nodded slowly, "Yeah I heard about that while I was still in Orb as a POW. The beam overshot but it took out 4 plants, which then collapsed into 2 others. Januarius, 1-4 and Decembers 7 and 8."
There was silence in that room, a tense one. Wes, Ikros, Peter, and Trent did not wish to think about the lives lost in that even, but at the same time they had to. "A tragedy like that should never have come to be, but since it came it can never be repeated." Trent whispered silently, to which Ikros continued, "That's what people said after Junius 7 too, even after the fall of Junius 7."
"Commander Zala! Message from the Tregan, it's received a response from Mendor."
The blue haired commander looked over at the Orb soldier and nodded, "Go on," "Sir! Mendor states that they have not sighted any suspicious ships on their radar but they will keep searching."
Athrun nodded and the soldier saluted before returning to his post. 'This doesn't bode well,' Athrun thought quietly, 'Mendor is known to have one of the best satellite and radar network systems on the planet, it would take millions of earth dollars worth of technology in order to hide it there.'
"Or maybe their looking for the wrong sign…" Athrun whispered with wide-eyes. "Sir?" Athrun ignored the questioning first officer and then thought back to when he and other pilots were dining with Chairman Dullandal. "Profit from old weapons……Old weapons…"
The first officer was beginning to wonder what was wrong with the Supreme commander before Athrun looked up suddenly, "First Officer Madox, can you tell me if an old 21st century battleship would be detected by our normal radars?"
The first officer seemed stumped before he looked up in order to think about it, he then looked back at his commander, "Sir! Radar networks depend on nuclear sensing, PS Armor cores, and mobile suit battery charged cores. For battleships of our nature they look for heat engine propulsion systems and undersea impulse propulsion."
"What about undersea propeller?" Athrun asked his first officer, and the first officer shook his head, "There is no chance that the current radar system would be able to sense battleships that use propellers, unless of course the system was modified to take that into account. At which point, undersea sonar sensors and microphones would need to be placed."
Athrun nodded and ordered his first officer to send a message to Mendor. "We need them to take propeller using ships into account when using radar, be sure to send a message to Yzak's Homura as well, tell them that the enemy is definitely hiding at Mendor."
Back in Gibraltar, up in a hotel room, the orange haired girl bit her nails as she looked at her phone. "Come on...ring!" she whispered harshly at the phone. She'd taken what Dearka had suggested to heart, and she was willing to join up.
It wasn't just because she wanted to be closer to Dearka, but because she knew that if Naturals were able to work together more with Coordinators in Zaft, there would be better peace and more friendship between both sides.
But she wouldn't be able to do anything unless Dearka called. Meanwhile, Dearka was considering whether he should all or not.
Pacing his office while he wore his Zaft uniform, thinking so much he actually began to sweat. He had a CIC but this one wasn't nearly as good or experienced as Miriallia.
But still, were they ready for Natural and Coordinator relationships, friendships, and even having them join Zaft?
Dearka stopped, and then eyed the phone and the phnoe number beside it. "What the hell..." He then picked up the phone and called the girl of his dreams.
Miriallia started and fell off her bed when the phone rang. She was hoping for it to ring, but she never expected it. She quickly stood up and picked up the phone.
"He-ahemhello?" she cringed as she realized that she'd squeaked her own voice in nervousness. "Hey Mir, it's Dearka, uh...listen, are you interested in wha-" "Yes of course!"
There was silence on the other side of the phone but then Dearka started again, "Ok then...well come on over to Base 21, we'll get you a uniform and we'll head out soon ok, so-uh...please hurry..." "Right! I'll be right there!"
Both hung up the phone, both looked a the phone in slight surprise, and then both said, "Finally going to be happy." with a smile.
After a while of telling stories, the door to the bunk opened, and thee stood Cassidy. "Peter, I need to talk to you." Peter looked over at Cassidy with a confused look, "What about?" "Just come wtih me and then I'll tell you."
"Oh no," Wes started, "should we prepare for a baby or a wedding?"
Cassidy blushed before dragging an even more confused Peter outside of the room. Wes chuckled with the other two friends.
Their small peace was short lived, as a call went through the intercom. "Red alert! Enemies of Mendor coast, battlestations. Pilots to your mobile suits!"
"About time we've been here for days and nothings happened!" Ikros said suddenly, Trent followed before tripping on...sadly nothing. Wes ran up behind him, grabbing the back of his shirt and picking him up as he ran. The three met up with Peter at the pilots changing room.
Up on the bridge, Yzak came up with Prine standing beside him. "What's the situation?" He asked his radar man, "6 Mobile suits, No response from IFF, but their GINNs and Strike Daggers."
Cassidy then called back, "Mobile suits: Gouf, Saviour, Murasame, and Zaku II; ready to launch!" Yzak nodded, give them the ok to launch, don't slow down the ship though."
"Yes sir!"
Over in the hangar, the four ready mobile suits were going through final checks. "Guys you are go for launch, Ikros Peter, you've been ordered to stay on top of the ship. "Roger!"
"Trent, Murasame, Taking off!"
"Wes, Saviour, Moving out!"
The Murasame flew out in its plane form, while the Saviour was launched from the Mobile suit Launcher. The Zaku II and the Gouf were taken up through an elevator.
The Saviour then powered up its armor, newly colored thanks to Wes's change.
Mostly black in color now with red outlines of all the armors but completely red chest armor and a red head armor. The Saviour then transformed and followed the Murasame.
"Six bogeys right?" Wes asked as he followed up behind Trent, "Roger! GINNs and Strike Daggers!" Trent responed.
The six enemies began to fire on the two faster mobile suits. They both then transformed into their normal mobile suit state, and fired back on the enemy.
Most of the GINN's ignored the two and went on towards the ship. The three Strike daggers stayed behind and began to fire on the two mobile suits.
"Trent! Circle around them!" "Roger!" Trent's Murasame transformed immediately and moved behind them before transforming again, the Saviour was already charging forward.
The green beams that the Strike Daggers shot towards the Savior bounced off the shield harmlessly. The Savior then pulled out its beam saber and struck, while the Murasame did the same from behind.
Over at the Homura, Peter and Ikros were fighting off the fast moving GINNs as best they could. "Damn it! They're too fast!" Ikros yelled as he fired again and again, without able to do damage on the sky flying GINNs.
Peter was just the same, although he had received an assault-cannon for the battle just before going up. Both he and Ikros fired many shots but to no avail.
"We'll never take them down at this rate!" Ikros yelled, when one of the GINNs fired its guns at the Zaku II. "Crud!" Ikros pulled back and fired, after the GINN dodged, he lowered his shoulder-shield and took out his Zaku's battle axe, before throwing it at the direction the GINN was going.
It couldn't dodge it and was soon split in two before exploding. "Haha! One down!"
Another GINN charged towards Peter, hoping to avenge the comrade. It brought down its metal sword on the Gouf's cannon. Peter pulled his Gouf back from the exploding cannon as the GINN chased after him, he then pulled out his sword and fought back. "Don't take me lightly!" The metallic sword of the GINN was destroyed and the mobile suit was then cut up.
"Two down!" Peter said when the GINN exploded; they looked up to see that the last GINN was having second thoughts about continuing. It then turned to run before being run through by a beam saber. "Three down!" Trent said as the GINN exploded to reveal the Murasame.
"The Strike Daggers are gone too." Wes said as the Savior came up behind the Murasame. The two landed on top of the deck of the ship. "Good job boys, Captain Yzak wants you to stay on the deck until we're sure that we're away from danger." Peter answered back, "Roger that, thanks Cassidy."
"Good flying Peter."
"Lacus?" Lacus looked up from her to see Kira looking back at her. She had a look of worry on her face, and they had just begun to start eating dinner when the call came.
She sighed, "Yzak was attacked by a couple of GINNs and Strike Daggers, they made it but it's a sign that negotiations might not be an option with these people. The attack wasn't forewarned or anything, it was just sudden."
Kira nodded, "hmm, and you're sure-" "You're not going down there unless they absolutely need you, or at least until after the wedding."
Kira chuckled but nodded, he understood that she wanted this one happiness before anything bad could happen.
Another ring came from her cell-phone, and she sighed as she picked it up. "Yes?" she asked through it, "Of course you can! There isn't any need to ask me……oh no, that's fine Dearka, I'm sure it will help. I'm glad to hear you've found her, take care of yourself and her all right?" She then forcefully closed the cell-phone.
Kira gave a look of confusion, wondering why Dearka would call Lacus about a girl and also wondering who the girl was. "Nothing to worry about Kira."
"Well she seems angry…" Dearka said as he hung up his phone. Miriallia had arrived a few minutes earlier and he was making sure that he was allowed to have a Natural sign up. He hadn't anticipated any of this happening to him at any time, but he didn't want to complain.
Miriallia was given a normal green Zaft women's uniform for CIC. Her collar, however, was colored blue in order to show that she was a Zaft Natural, one of the first of many Dearka hoped in his mind.
Miriallia was quick to suit up into a familiar type of uniform, and then moved on to report in to her Commanding Officer. As strange as it was to have someone suddenly sign up to the military, there was very little that one could do against a Councilor's son's authority, especially if the son was the White-suited Captain of his own ship.
Miriallia was also a special case, being an experienced CIC soldier during both wars for the Archangel. All she really needed was to train how to salute and get used to Zaft hours and regulations during her stay in the military, to which Dearka would help out as best and as secretly, as he could.
"Sir reporting!" Dearka looked up to see Miriallia with her hair combed out and her suit spick and span, normal of a new Zaft soldier. He smiled knowing that the hard times that were coming would seem less of a hard time with a friend standing beside him, as he saluted back he couldn't help but think what would be in store for the two of them.
"Hey, is that it?" Peter remarked suddenly as he looked off into the distance. The four suits were using minimum power, even the Savior had its PS armor turned off. In the distance, land could be seen and over the radio the white-haired Captain spoke, "That's Mendor, Athrun gave us a call saying that he is positive that the enemy is there."
"How do we go about finding it, sir?" Wes asked, to which Yzak responded, "They'll probably come out once they see us. They don't want us causing any trouble, and I think that they won't take us too lightly."
"Yes sir! Shall we patrol the area then?" "I'll have a few GINNs do that, get inside and get some rest before taking off." Yzak signed off and Wes sighed in relief.
The four turned in for the night, as five GINNs took off from the Homura. They went over Mendor, looking for any signs of activity, but finding none. The search went on in that form, as the groups lay hidden in a foggy alcove on the other side of Mendor's port.
"We'll be taking off tomorrow at dawn, the enemy is known to be in port, we need to give them a surprise attack." Qura was speaking with the three extended children with a look of disgust on his face.
Werac Genro the black haired boy who piloted the Black Zaku warrior. Using the stolen shield and sword from the armory at Carpenteria. Beka Trene, the red haired girl who piloted the Red Windam. Using the stolen beam gun with high precision and power. And Rena Roilden, the blue haired girl who piloted the Blue Strike. The leader of the extended, and also the user of a jet pack capable of fast movement.
These three were a dangerous selection of a much larger group of strong High-class extended. They were not the only ones in existence, but they were the first to complete their training. In fact, it wouldn't be long until more extended came and fought alongside them.
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Well that's it for today. And those other extended are also going to be subject to those original characters that I was talking about, as well as "Last Hope" and maybe a few other teams or single characters.
Anyhow that's it, I'll see ya later. Review please!
Hawk Strife.