A/n

I'm starting to feel like I'm repeating myself as this is a revision rather than a written chapter. Again, I ask you don't hold me to an exact timeline, as I'm estimating the best I can along with the changes I've made in the original timeline. So, the usual disclaimer of me not owning anything to do with the Gundam universe or any other universe I borrow things from. I do take credit for my own characters that I've created along with the custom machines that I describe in this story. Okay then, on with the story!


Phase 9: Feelings of Unease

February 11th, 71 C.E.


-Tyler's pov-

The Archangel

I'd finished dinner and was about to head to my quarters to get some much-needed shut eye now there was some time. I had even come to the point that I'd swallowed my pride, which had happened earlier today, for me to be able to look forward to getting an amount of decent sleep. That had required me going to the ship's doctor and asked him for medication to help me sleep. After I'd explained that I was having nightmares and they were keeping me from getting good sleep, he was willing to give me stuff to help. Although, I didn't go into much detail as to the subject matter of those nightmares, didn't see a reason to. Plus, I didn't have any crew duty shifts scheduled for the next twelve hours and there was around twenty hours to go before Sakura reaches the 8th fleet. As many of us on the Archangel would need decent sleep before the battle occurs, especially the pilots who protect the ship, like myself.

So, I was looking forward to getting some peace and quiet, think I've earned some with all I've been doing lately. However, I didn't get to by bed as I was forced to do something else. I'd barely gotten to be in front of the door of my quarters, Mu appeared out of nowhere. The man grabbed me and the two of us headed off down the corridors, in the direction of the hanger. To say that I was in a grouchy mood, wouldn't exactly say it for me, but as I should be nice, I didn't snap at the man… yet. So, as I was being pulled along, I glanced at the blonde man that was my fellow pilot, "Mu, where are we going, and why are you dragging me there? If you didn't know, I was heading towards my bed thank you very much. I haven't done anything to warrant a reprimand… at least, nothing comes to mind and I don't have a shift for a while. So, care to fill me in on what the hell is going on that demands that I forgo the sleep that I was starting to look forward to?" I asked in a flat tone.

"No time for sleeping Tyler, have people to see," Mu replied curtly.

Really? People to see he says… think I would rather go with the sleeping option, which requires me and my bed having some serious 'getting to know each other time' involved. I would rather be doing that than meeting whomever these people Mu mentions are. Yet, I wasn't given an option or a chance to voice my opinion as Mu continued to drag me to the hanger.

Once we got to the largest open space within the Archangel, I noted that all the crew of the ship was present. The senior officers, with their uniforms unusually neat were at the front of the groups that was waiting. My friends were behind the officers but, they were wearing expressions of confusion of this situation. The Vice Foreign Minister Allster and Flay were a short distance from the crew other than the mechanics, who were working to get a ship-to-ship shuttle that was floating towards the floor of the hangar. I get the hunch that whomever is on that shuttle is who the officers are waiting for and who is responsible for me not going to my quarters and getting sleep.

Mu let me go and moved forward and joined the other ship officers leaving me enough of a distance from the door, that slipping away would be easily noticed. So, unhappily accepted that I was stuck here for the time being and moved over to be behind my friends, out of the view of everyone. I hope this didn't last long, I would still like to get sleep, so that I'm as ready as I can be for when Sakura gets here. That woman will be trouble with a capitol T, and it won't end nicely for the Alliance. The craft clunked to the floor and settled as Murdoch and his mechanics secured it to the floor itself.

When the shuttle hatch opened, the first out of the craft was a well-built blond man with a mustache stepped out, wearing the white uniform of the Earth Forces. The uniform rank insignia was of a rear admiral on the collar and shoulder pad in the form of a gold bar for Alliance ranking. His hair was short and his eyes were brown. The man's appearance was neat and professional, yet the air he gave off was that of serious, but one you can depend on. My mood changed an amount after seeing the man, for I knew him, his name is Duane Halberton. He's been the commander of the 8th Fleet for years now. I've met the man a couple of times before now, and I thought he was a decent guy and a good commanding officer… and those are so very rare in the Earth Forces. All of the actual soldiers immediately snapped to attention and saluted… minus myself of course, I just stayed where I was and did nothing, though I don't know if Halberton noticed me.

My friends just watched, clearly not understanding what was going on by the looks on their faces, not that I couldn't understand. Doubt they knew who Halberton was, and the insignia on his uniform would mean little if anything to them. I know that those coming on board were the leaders of the 8th Orbital fleet, which are one of the stronger fleets in the Earth Alliance. Although, it didn't make a difference to me, I'm not under the command of the Alliance, I'm lending my skills and service to protect my friends… that just happens to coincide with helping the Archangel. That's my story and I'm firmly sticking to it no matter what others will say about me.

"You know," said Halberton as he floated down to the desk, "When I first heard of the collapse of Heliopolis, I was convinced that was the end of this hope." Halberton grabbed Murrue's arms gently to stop his forward momentum and push them down slightly, indicating to Murrue that she should stand at ease. "What a joy it is to see you people here and okay."

"You do us a tremendous honor," said Murrue. She saluted again. "It's a pleasure to see you again sir."

So then, Murrue Ramius has met Halberton before now, interesting… By the expression on the man's face, he still didn't like formalities unless they were really needed, something I can totally understand. He resigned himself and returned the salute, and then he and Murrue stood at ease. "I was a bit worried when informed that you were engaged against ZAFT in battle right before the rendezvous with the fleet," he said, looking around. "But given the reports, I'm quite delighted to hear that everyone is alright."

"Yes," said Murrue. "Although our crew is inexperienced, they have managed to pull us through a great deal."

At least the acting captain is humble enough to admit that the rest of the crew had been doing a crazy amazing job with running this ship. "So, it would seem," said Halberton, looking at the others.

Natarle stepped forward, "Ensign Natarle Badgiruel sir," she introduced.

"I'm Lieutenant Mu La Flaga, of the 7th Orbital Fleet," said Mu, introducing himself and saluting.

"Major Krystal McAlester, also of the 7th Orbital Fleet" Krystal introduce herself and snapping to.

"Ah," said Halberton, moving over to stand before Mu and Krystal as the two ship officers both stood at ease again. "We were fortunate indeed to have you two with us." Halberton held out his hand and Mu shook it, Halberton did the same for Krystal.

"Well, we wish we could've been of more service," Mu said, glancing briefly at the volunteers. "Those kids did a lot more than I did, that's for sure, and I don't just mean the ones who were piloting mobile suits."

"Hmm… yes, as I said, I read the reports," said Halberton before looking over at the volunteers. "So, who do we have over here?"

I wouldn't doubt he knows perfectly well who Sai, Tolle, Miriallia and Kuzzey were, nevertheless, I maintained a certain air of formality for the time being. The amusing thing, Halberton still didn't seem to notice my presence. I was trying not to nod off, I was still getting tired and wanted to sleep!

"Sir, these are the students from Heliopolis," said Murrue. "They've been helping with the operation of the ship."

The instant Murrue finished, Halberton began moving forward, right past Natarle, Mu and Krystal, heading over to our group. He landed in front of them and smiled as he looked them over. "We've done some checking on the families of each one of you," he said, "and everyone seems to be safe."

As I've seen before, Duane Halberton is a decent man and thinks about the welfare of others. He turned his eyes to Lacus, there seemed to be a brief moment of recognition yet, he merely frowned. It's possible that while doing the checking for the families that the name 'Don' didn't come up, since Lacus wasn't supposed to be there… and her real name isn't 'Don'. Halberton could have met Sakura and made a connection, Lacus and Sakura do look alike. Who knows what the reason is?

"We'd like to extend our gratitude for your assistance during this crisis," continued Halberton, smiling as the volunteers shared murmurs and looks of relief, "and I'd like to add my thanks as well."

It was then, that Halberton looked in my direction and saw me, of course he recognized me, I'm rather hard to forget. "Well, this is indeed a surprise, it has been awhile Tyler McGregor." He said, offering a hand to me.

I shook off the tiredness and moved forward and shook Halberton's hand, "Yes, it has been some time since our paths last intersected Admiral Halberton." I returned. Yet, I did feel the stares of the rest of the crew of the Archangel on me, probably due to the familiarity I spoke to Halberton with.

A second man came out of the shuttle, the man had a bit more girth than Halberton, was bald on top, but had dark grey hair on the sides. He was clearly an officer and a high ranking one at that, by the insignia, a captain. "Uh, sir?" said the man, "We don't have much time."

"Right, I know Hoffman," said Halberton, turning his eyes back to the students. "I'd be delighted if later we have an opportunity to sit down together and have a talk," he said to them. He then turned away and left the hangar with Hoffman, Murrue, Natarle, Mu, and Allster. Flay wandered over to her friends, staring at her father's back uncertainly.

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-Neutral pov-

The Black Jade

On board the ZAFT destroyer, the woman known as the Black Zephyr and the ZAFT's second best tactician, Sakura Clyne was waiting for the last commander to arrive. Her mood was growing fouler and darker the more than time that past waiting for Rau Le Creuset to arrive. Sakura's pink hair was floating around the bottom of her cheeks in the zero- G environment. Her green eyes were sweeping the bridge, and gave off an air of seriousness. Sakura was wearing the customary white ZAFT commander uniform, along with the FAITH crest on the left side of her collar. There was an ornamental sword on her left hip, connected to her uniform's belt. Lastly, the feeling that Sakura was putting off was one of coldness and lack of emotion, which is a sharp contrast to her father and sister, who are both considerably warmer people in terms of personality and presence. All on the bridge were feeling the air she was putting off, and it kept deepening the longer that Creuset was absent.

A few minutes later, Le Creuset finally came in, followed by both Athrun and Nicol, "You're late Creuset," Sakura coldly greeted the final participants.

"My apologies Zephyr," replied Creuset, before taking his place.

Sakura focused her attention on the digital field displayed, "Now that everyone is present, let's get into the briefing of this upcoming operation," she said to all the ZAFT commanders and the pilots of the stolen Earth Alliance machines with the exception of Yzak Joule due to his injuries.

The facts were laid out on the table, the first of which was the prototype Alliance warship had met up with the rest of the Alliance's 8th Orbital fleet. That of course, meant that in terms of numbers, ZAFT was at a disadvantage. Sakura knew it was likely, even probable that Duane Halberton was involved in the construction of the Earth Forces prototype mobile suits. He was a man who would support such a thing as he would see the potential of them far more than others. "The leader of the Alliance's 8th orbital fleet, Duane Halberton, is an excellent strategist and leader. I've personal experience going against the man and can tell all of you that underestimating him just because he's a Natural, is a mistake. A mistake that you might not live to regret, so don't be lax or not take this seriously. He doesn't have the favor of those morons in the Earth Force leadership with the actions he tends to take. However, under his leadership, the 8th Fleet is still quite formidable, making an attack on them difficult if done hastily," remarked Sakura.

She paused for a moment, all those there waited nervously, knowing that if one of them interrupted the woman, there would be very unpleasant consequences. So, all on the bridge stayed silent and waited, "From what information has been acquired, the 'Legged ship' as Creuset calls it, with the fleet will go to its intended destination. But, with things as they are currently, I disagree with most in that I don't believe that its destination is the Earth Alliance's Ptolemaeus Lunar base as it likely was originally," concluded Sakura.

"Are you sure Zephyr? Where else would the legged ship head to?" inquired Le Creuset.

Sakura glared at Le Creuset, "Their position strongly suggests that ship will descend down to Earth, most likely to the Earth Alliance's JOSH-A base in Alaska as that's their Earth Sphere Headquarters." She returned, and then continued, "Were that ship, even with the 8th Fleet, to set a course to the Moon, our forces would do a great deal to stop them."

"They fear Admiral Treize," remarked Laconi, looking up at her. "They know he won't be nearly as effective on Earth, but if they remain in space, then they'll be dealing with all the remaining Champions of ZAFT, with the Admiral leading them."

The reminder of the loss of some of the best warriors and pilots that ZAFT had, didn't feel nice for any there. Out of the eight original champions, led by Lanus Treize, four were gone. The champion the "Jachin Due Lion", had been killed during the second assault on Victoria, though his sacrifice had laid the path to victory. Two of the remaining three fallen, vanished at the battle of Endemion, those being the "Grey Roc" and the "Mocking Jay". The loss of those three champions had struck hard, but not as much as the last of the four 'fallen champions'.

The sudden disappearance of 'the comet' had dealt a serious blow to ZAFT and the PLANTs. For ZAFT, to lose their best ace pilot had shaken many, while the PLANTs felt fear and saddened at the loss of their 'defender of the people'. There had been some that had been happy that the comet had vanished, of course, but they didn't say anything out loud. Sakura had kept a watch on those individuals as a way to honor her friend the "comet".

Sakura nodded, "That being said, what's the total mobile suit complement between the vessels on site?" she asked.

Replies from the captains came and the grand total of force with mobile suits came out to be, seventeen GINNs, five CGUEs and three out of the four stolen Alliance suits. Whereas on the opposing side, the 8th fleet was made up of five Agamemnon-classes, twenty-five Drake-classes and twenty-one Nelson-class vessels. From those ships, there would be likely thirty-five to forty-five mobile armors to have to deal with. "We are outnumbered, but as it tends to take on average five mobile armors to take down one GINN, then we outmatch them. However, don't underestimate the enemy just because they're in mobile armors and not mobile suits. A well-placed shot can still kill any pilot, keep that in mind. Being overconfident is likely to get one killed out on the battlefield, I've seen that enough to know the truth of the statement," said Sakura.

Then the pink-haired woman gazed directly at Le Creuset and the Alliance suit pilots, "A recent example of the danger of overconfidence, is what resulted from Le Creuset and his pilots' attempts to sink the prototype Earth Forces ship," stated Sakura.

Rau Le Creuset kept silent, knowing that commenting at this point wouldn't help him and the three pilots being called out simply looked down and didn't meet the woman's gaze. It would be best for him to steel himself and let the woman chastise as she would. And so, Sakura began to elaborate on the subject as Creuset knew she would, "Take the last battle against the Earth Forces for instance, the odds were in your favor, but the results speak clearly."

Sakura pinned Athrun with her stare, "Athrun Zala, as the 'leader' of the team and with the promise you've shown, I've come expect a better performance from you. And yet, you not only allow the enemy take you by complete surprise, but you didn't make one effective counter and through your underestimation incurred serious damage to the suit you were piloting. The machines you and your fellow pilots were using suits that are comparable to the enemy's suits."

Athrun didn't meet her gaze nor said anything in his defense, Commander Clyne was right in her observations and he knew it. However, he wouldn't be the only one that would be reprimanded and that would be a fact. And though proof wasn't needed, it came in the form of Sakura turning to face Nicol. "Nicol Amalfi, like Zala, I would have and have come to expect better of you. You're one of a few I see with a talent and gift for tactics, and it served you well before now. Yet, you in the last battle, made a mistake that I would accept seeing from green pilots. And view it only once from them, before assuming the important lesson of the dangers of underestimating sunk in."

The pink-haired commander, then brought up an image of the black suit that was the current subject of her chastisement. "This black suit might have undefined specs as of yet, but from even the two encounters that you could've viewed and studied. You should have known this machine would be a difficult to go against and planned ahead better. However, to not land a hard hit at all… clearly there's a need for you to make improvements."

Nicol frowned and bowed his head in humility and shame, the woman he had come to respect was right and Nicol couldn't deny it. The defeat that they had suffered had been so complete, it had hurt far more than the damage to their mobile suits. Going over the records after the skirmish, had hammered the point home, even if Nicol couldn't explain how it had happened.

Dearka knew he was up next for this lecture, but this wasn't right in his view. Those three mobile suits and their pilots, had done things that were crazy! The more Dearka had thought about what Nicol had said, the more he had agreed with him. Those pilots had improved much more than any could have predicted and those facts had to be taken into account. "Now hold on just a minute ma'am," said Dearka, but Sakura shot him a glare that immediately snapped his jaw shut and gulp, wishing he hadn't said anything.

"All three of you along with your fellow pilot who is still recovering, became far too focused on the wrong target. With one of you going after the enemy ship while the rest keep the enemy defense forces busy, that shows an issue with target priority." Stated Sakura, glancing Creuset's way, "A bad habit, you no doubt learned from your commander. Since Le Creuset can see where the danger lies, but then goes for something close to it and not what he should." Sakura turned back to the three Alliance suit pilots, "The four of you should've focused on the enemy mobile suits first, before thinking about taking down the enemy warship. With teamwork, I'm confident that even the four of you should've been able to take down one or more of the enemy mobile suits. Pilot Joule is the prime and repetitive example of what happens when one let's personal glory and pride be their motivation. I can say the same for what happened at Artemis, a total blunder in the end."

The pink-haired woman turned back to face the rest in the room, "If it weren't for Commander Le Creuset, you'd all be flailing around like children lost in the dark. But, seeing as Defense Committee Chairman Zala has left the stolen prototypes in the hands of Le Creuset and you're his only pilots, I am forced to allow this to continue," she said.

Nicol kept quiet about the fact that the strategy of the previous battle was his idea as that would only make things worse for him. Sakura swept her ice-cold eyes over the entire gathering, causing everyone to shiver slightly, "In this next battle, the three of you," said Sakura, pointing at Athrun, Nicol and Dearka. "Will each be paired with a wingman of my choosing, no debate or argument."

They nodded quickly to that statement, "None fly solo, everyone is to understand that point, if anyone that does so, then they are on their own to get out of whatever they get into, you'll have no assistance," ended Sakura coldly.

A moment after Sakura thrown down this rule to all there, the door from the bridge to the rest of the vessel opened and four people entered. The one in their lead was the only one of the four that was in a green ZAFT pilot suit. The young man appeared to be in his early twenties and his height was five and a half feet with an average build overall. His hair was black, was straight and fell to the top of his neck. The man's face showed little to no expression, so was as good as blank as he came to a stop before the table and saluted Sakura, his name was Juno Mars.

The other male of the group was younger than Juno, being a teenager in his late teens and standing at 5'5". He had short blonde hair that framed his blue eyes. The young man's name was Ryan Peters, and unlike Juno, he had a slight smile on his face, which would make you think that he hadn't a care in the world. Ryan was in a ZAFT red pilot suit and was behind Juno and a bit to the left.

The other two of the group were females, with one being a teenager like Ryan and the other being mid-twenties. The teenager had a height of 5'4", straight posture and gave off a feel of seriousness that only Juno could out do. Her hair was raven black and went down to her hips. She had orchid colored eyes that were cold looking. The female teen's name was Lori Vance and she was in a ZAFT red pilot suit.

The last of the group of four as well as the oldest of them, was a woman that was 5'7" in height. She had red hair that was almost a crimson shade, which fell to the level of the woman's waist. Her eyes were a light brown and fit well in her face which most would call beautiful. However, her personality was not of a nice person, even if she acts like she is around people. Her name was Mindy Fairchild and she was in a red ZAFT pilot suit and was the second most mature of the group of four, just behind Juno who was the most mature.

Sakura introduced each one of the four pilots to which the nodded in response and little else as Sakura gave out their names. After the introductions, Sakura got down to business of laying out the battle plan she had and that would be used. The first point she brought back up was that the G-Weapon pilots would have wingmen of her choosing. Nicol was to be paired with Mindy Fairchild, Athrun was put with Juno Mars and Dearka was to work with Ryan Peters. For the G-Weapon pilots, they agreed with the orders from Sakura, knowing that there was little point to disagree.

With that settled, Sakura laid out the outline of her plan to go against Duane Halberton and the Earth Alliance's 8th fleet. She stated that the overall target of this operation, was the Alliance prototype warship, to disable or sink the ship itself. The goal of this operation presented three separated problems for obtaining the goal in the end. First of those problems were the 8th fleet's firepower compared to what ZAFT forces on site. The second was the difference in the number of forces on either side of this upcoming battle. The third issue and perhaps the most worrisome of the problems, the three enemy mobile suits from the legged ship if they appear on the battlefield.

The first problem was one that was solved by tactics, for as long as that said firepower of the 8th orbital fleet wasn't focused, then it wasn't as effective. The second issue was much like the first and would be solved by fighting smarter, not harder. That would require pilots to not be foolhardy and make dumb mistakes and for most of the pilots that would be on the field, it wouldn't be anything to worry about. Yet, there were the young pilots that used the stolen Alliance machines, and they'd proven to be problematic along with a varying degree of recklessness for each of them.

Then there was the third issue that was a real problem that there needed to be a contingency for. Sakura had reprimanded the pilots on Le Creuset's team for the recent streak of losses, but she'd not been so foolish to think that the four were completely at fault. Sakura had seen the signs that there was more to those three machines than others saw. There was the winged mobile suit that clearly was based on the newer Orb Union's Astray mobile suit unit design. Sakura didn't know very much about the former neutral nation, that was now confirmed to be a member of the Human Federation, so she couldn't say that much about the machine itself. The pilot in the beginning had been inexperienced, yet with each passing battle had made large improvements that were in leaps and bounds.

The remaining Alliance mobile suit, the X105-Strike, had shown many of the same basic features as the stolen units, yet it was more versatile than the others. The pilot of that unit had bothered Sakura, the style was familiar and as far as she knew, the girl had been visiting Heliopolis at the time the operation that Creuset had pulled occurred. Sakura would've killed Rau Le Creuset if she had found out her little sister Lacus got hurt or killed during that incident, to hell what the Supreme council said. If the pilot of the Strike was her little sister, there would definitely be a reason for Sakura to be out on the battlefield.

Then there was the last mobile suit of the three enemy machines, the one had mystified Sakura the most. It'd been involved in only two of the attempts of ZAFT forces to sink the ship, but those two instances were very informative and yet, left many questions. The mobile suit appeared to be similar to the machine that Nicol Amalfi piloted, the X207 Blitz, yet it could do things none of the other Alliance suits had shown. Then, there was the matter of the pilot, which there was still precious little information about. Other than in the two instances they had been in, they had displayed immense skill that wasn't seen in most pilots, regardless of the amount of experienced one possessed.

Still, the battle plan was simple, yet effective, by dividing the enemy fleet, casting it into disarray, then there would be a clear shot at the true target. Laconi and Porto would sneak around until they were behind the Alliance fleet and would flank them. While they made their way to that point, the stolen Alliance machines would keep the mobile armors busy as their armor system would make the enemies weaponry would become useless. Once all the mobile armors were in the front occupied by the rest of the mobile suits would begin clearing the remaining mobile armors. Laconi and Porto were not to engage Archangel for any reason, they were to focus on attacking the Alliance fleet itself.

Once the Alliance fleet was in chaos and disarray, the stolen machines would then move forward to attack the prototype warship as they were the best equipped to take it on. They would be paired with their wingmen that would cover them on their approach. Almost none had any issues with the plan, yet Le Creuset did make a comment, "Zephyr, do you think this plan will work against Halberton?" he asked.

Sakura gazed at Creuset, "In the end, no it won't however, it will work for long enough for the goal to be within reach." She said, "All of you are dismissed to make the needed preparation for this operation," Sakura said to the room at large.

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The Archangel

The meeting with the senior officers of the Archangel and the 8th fleet's leaders, along with Vice Foreign Minister Allster present, was held in the captain's room. Halberton was sitting at the desk, while Hoffman was drilling the ship officers, "How could you resort to such extreme measures as destroying Heliopolis and Artemis?" demanded Hoffman bitterly to the officers of the Archangel. "All for the sake of this lone ship and a single G-machine…"

"But sir," interjected Natarle.

However, Hoffman cut her off, "No buts Ensign! Do you have any idea the flak and accusations the Earth Alliance and OMNI enforcers have been getting since the collapse of Heliopolis?! From the Federation's military alone, demands of calling to tasking those responsible for what happened have kept coming. Along with that, they also want full disclosure of the G-project as they say that Heliopolis belongs to one of their member nations, saying 'we had no right'. Those are the major point they are not letting go at all. So, what do you all have to say for yourselves? The usual consequences of your actions are harsh, but you're lucky to not have been court marshaled already and stripped of your rank!"

Both Murrue and Natarle lowered their heads as the accusation was stated, though neither of them could have imagined that the action at Heliopolis could've ended out as they did. It didn't mean that the two women didn't regret what had come about because of how they protect the Archangel and the Strike.

"Now Hoffman, calm down. Both Miss Ramius and Badgiruel did the best they could under the circumstances that were beyond their control. None of us knew until this instance that Orb had become a member of the Human Federation. It's good luck that the other two mobile suits appeared… what were they called again?" asked Halberton.

"The X209 Shadow and the SA01 Asuka sir," answered Murrue.

"Although, the Shadow bears many similarities to the other mobile suits in the GAT series. Yet, it also has features that the G-weapons don't at all. Even with the time we've had, the full capabilities of that particular machine are still unknown." Natarle paused, not happy about a particular fact about the mobile suit. She suspected that Tyler had done something to prevent a full inspection of the mobile suit, but she couldn't prove it.

Hoffman huffed, "You telling us that, not only have you botched things by the damage caused, but you have been wasting time as well? Both those mobile suits are unknowns and studying them could be of help in the war effort," he posed.

Murrue shook her head, "No sir, the Shadow got separated from the ship for a time and only recently came back onboard the Archangel. With the time there's been between resupplying and the fights against ZAFT, there hasn't been a great deal of time. The inspections our mechanics have made of the X209 Shadow, little has been gleamed thus far. However, there's enough evidence to conclude that neither of the two mobile suits were accounted for at Morgenroete, and are believed to be not made by the Earth Alliance directly, though data from the G-weapons seems to be the basis for them both."

"Whomever is responsible for the suits' design, is unknown. But, I believe that the Asuka and the Shadow were designed by different groups," added Natarle.

Hoffman seemed to be at a loss for words, which Halberton smiled a bit at as he spoke, "And if not for those two machines, the Archangel and the Strike would have been much more pressed to get this far. With ZAFT in possession of the other four G-weapons… at least one was kept from them, that's a victory in itself in this war."

"Alaska's response, says that military command doesn't share that view," replied Hoffman calmly, finding use of his voice again.

Hoffman's words came as a surprise to Mu, Krystal and Natarle. Why wouldn't Military HQ have an issue with the chain of events that the Archangel went through? Perhaps there was more to what was going on, that none of them knew?

"Bah," scoffed Halberton. "What do they know about the realities of space combat? Lieutenant Ramius has understood all along what I've been trying to achieve." Murrue looked up, shocked at the praise, "Nothing in this matter warrants any concern."

"Yes admiral," said Murrue.

Hoffman shook his head slightly, then pulled out two pieces of paper, along with a stack of fifteen pages, looking them over. "Moving on to the topic of the young Coordinators, who have been piloting those mobile suits," he said, "are we going to forget all about them?"

He put the papers on the desk, revealing the two single pages to be the reports on Kira and Lacus. But what surprised the Archangel's officers, was that the fifteen-page stack was the report on Tyler himself. Mu spotted the words on the top page of the stack at the top of the page, 'Incomplete' and 'invalid information'. That was odd, and it also inferred that there was far more to Tyler than any thought. Allster shifted, his eyes narrowing at all three of the reports of those he considered to be mistakes walking and breathing.

"Kira Yamato, Lacus Don and Tyler McGregor only wanted to protect their friends," said Murrue, wishing to get across that these teens had done nothing wrong. "That's the only reason they boarded those mobile suits for us."

"Hmm," murmured Halberton, thoughts straying once again to the mystery presented by Lacus Don and her relationship with the other two Coordinators. He had his suspicions about the girl, her name didn't seem to fit and the resemblance she bore to the woman that came to his mind was extremely uncanny.

"In all likelihood," continued Murrue, "we would not have made it this far if it weren't for the abilities of those kids. However, their decision was dictated by events beyond their control. They've suffer greatly from having to fight against other Coordinators. They are kind, sincere individuals, and I believe we should repay them for their selfless efforts with our complete trust."

Hoffman stared at Murrue, "Kind and sincere individuals you say lieutenant? Maybe that's true of the younger two Coordinators. There's not enough information to say the truth, but what do you really know of Tyler McGregor? Because he is known to the Earth Alliance and is suspected to be involved in previous incidences and none of them are good ones," he asked.

Mu was irritated by this attack on the young pilot, Tyler hadn't done anything wrong and he shouldn't be accused of such. Whatever the Alliance knew about him, it could easily be incorrect as the 'file' on him stated at the top! He stepped forward, "That kid has protected the ship, put his life on the line for all of us! A person doesn't do that for just random people unless they're extremely dedicated to a cause or is just plain crazy. Tyler hasn't shown himself to be inclined to go towards either ideas on a regular basis. He's earned the trust and respect of all on this ship!" he said a tad irritably.

"You apparently don't know your fellow pilot very well, Lieutenant La Flaga," Hoffman commented, he then picked up the stack of pages and started reading, "Tyler McGregor, a first-generation Coordinator, meaning that his parents are Naturals. Agents have been unable to confirm the identities of either of his parents. Evidence suggests that either he or some in the Federation military have hidden the identities of his parents, reasons unknown. He's a member of and pilot for the Federation Military," the man began.

The Archangel officers and both pilots didn't get where this was going. Tyler himself had said he was part of the Federation military and this was being made out… as Tyler has said to the four of them, 'a crime to be part of the Federation military'. If this was the treatment that Tyler and others like him receive from the Earth Alliance, then his harsh views of the Earth Alliance made more sense. Mu and Krystal couldn't blame Tyler for making sure in some way that the identity of his parents were unknown. Tyler was minimizing possible blame, punishment and retaliation that might come his way.

However, Hoffman kept going, "Holds the rank of Commander, which is unusual for one as young as him, and not only that, an odder fact still, he is also a member of the Federation's SOLAS. The majority of the information on him is unconfirmed or is classified, a suspicious young man to be sure. Certainly, one that trust is risky to extend to, more so with him thought to be involved in sabotage prior to now."

Murrue, Natarle, Mu and Krystal, were shocked to hear the fact of Tyler being a part of the Federation's SOLAS. That group was the best of the best that the Human Federation had and not just anyone becomes a part of it. Still, Murrue glared back at the man for the implications that he was throwing out. Yes, Tyler had said nothing at first, but this was sounding like Tyler was being accused of doing wrong, it's wrong! He did nothing to deserve this suspicion of him or his motives, and for him to be thought to have done sabotage, it was ridiculous! "You're right, Tyler is a pilot of the Federation however, he had proved that he has been working towards the best interests of those aboard this ship." said Murrue.

"You really think one of those space monsters can be trusted, a mistake waiting to happen," muttered Allster loud enough for everyone in the room. It was difficult, fighting against his disgust with the space monsters, but he knew he'd accomplish nothing as things stood. Mu wanted to tell him, if not for the 'monster' that he was referring to, then the Minister wouldn't be here.

"That's not what this is about," snapped Halberton to get the attention back.

"Yet admiral, but if we allow them to go now," said Hoffman uncertainly.

"Then what Hoffman? They'll carry the secrets of the Strike to Orb and the Federation?" said Halberton, snorting slightly. "ZAFT already has four of the G-weapons, in case you've forgotten. Orb already has the technology themselves, and through them the Federation no doubt has now. The Asuka and I would bet the Shadow was produced by them are proof of the fact. Besides, ever since I read the report on it, I've been looking into some things. The Asuka is going to be remaining with Kira Yamato until he says otherwise. The same can be said about Tyler McGregor and the Shadow." Everyone else shared a confused look at this, "So, as you can see, the G-weapons are hardly a secret anymore, there's no reason to hold or keep them here."

"Lieutenant Ramius," said Halberton, ignoring Allster and Hoffman entirely. "The Archangel will be descending with the Strike to deliver the machine to Alaska. We lost those who were going to be added to your crew with the advance fleet and don't have many to spare ourselves. However, you'll have to go with your current crew compliment and the two or three we can give you."

"Understood sir," said Murrue, her thoughts grim. She hoped the new arrivals would be able to handle bridge duties, because without those kids, the Archangel was back to having less than a skeleton crew like when they started from Heliopolis.

"I'll contact you later with the details for what personnel and supplies will be transferred over, as well as the matter of the civilian volunteers," said Hoffman.

With that the meeting ended, the evening came on and Admiral Halberton had returned to the Menelaos to arrange things. Murrue suspected he would return tomorrow, since he had said he wanted to talk to the volunteers and that hadn't happened.

Murrue was in her quarters and looking over the list of supplies currently being loaded from 8th fleet supply ships into the Archangel's cargo hold. The supplies included missiles and ammo, fuel, water and food of course, though the was some things that couldn't be obtained. Things such as a lack of some parts for the mobile suits, so Chief Murdoch wouldn't need to improvise like he had for a time now. They were also being given a pair of FX-550 Skygrasper, support fighter craft for the Strike, though Mu and Krystal would be their only pilots. Yet those two craft took up the last bit of space in the hanger, putting the Archangel at full capacity. There was also a variety of new potential equipment for the Strike to use, such as bazookas, unpowered physical swords sharper than the GINN and CGUE blades that are standard with them.

There were also the personnel files for the three new crew members that would be coming aboard the Archangel, which would be coming from the 8th fleet could actually spare. One was a new doctor, Mark Graham, he had a record of experience that spanned a decade and had good recommendation attached to the file. The next was a mechanic, which Chief Murdoch would appreciate. The man was Petty Officer 2nd Class Arthur Nicks, his skilled in general system repair, which was sorely needed. No doubt chief Murdoch would appreciate a skilled mechanic since there was only the small number that had survived in the ship. The last of the additional officers was an engineer, Lieutenant Sophia Falco, an old friend of Murrue's from her days in the Earth Forces Academy. It would be good to see her friend again, though Sophia would be put on the bridge crew as she was the only new crew member they were getting qualified for bridge duty. Murrue just hoped that she wouldn't mind that position as there was no other to fill it.

Then there was the document that was captain Hoffman's idea for the best way to address the matter of their volunteer crew. The major issue with them was there being treaties in place that forbade civilian combatants and violating said treaties had harsh consequences attached to them for any of three factions. The teens would simply be retroactively commissioned as crewmen of the Archangel. Hoffman would be bringing discharge papers when he and Halberton returned tomorrow so that there wouldn't be legal problems.

Then there were the three Coordinator pilots, which had its own difficulties that the other teens didn't. Murrue herself had no problem with Kira, Lacus or Tyler, however, those above her didn't share the view. Hoffman seemed to imply keeping them with the Archangel would be the best choice. Although he didn't say it outright, Murrue believed in her position, he would force them to do so if he could. That didn't sit well with Murrue, not after what those three had gone through and done for all of those on the Archangel. Plus, she doubted any here on the ship, would force them to stay, she certainly wouldn't do so. Yet, she kind of wanted to see Hoffman force Tyler McGregor to stay, just to see how the man reacted to Tyler's "manners". Tyler had proven to both Natarle and Murrue herself, that he won't follow orders given him if he didn't want to. The older teen had clashed with Natarle more often than Murrue, but enough to see that Tyler didn't like being told what to do.

Finally, the exact fate of the Asuka and the Shadow… Murrue now understood what Halberton had been saying about the machine sticking with Kira until he said otherwise and the same for Tyler with the Shadow. Due to certain technicalities… namely, that neither machine officially existed and was thus unowned by any nation. The nature of salvage laws currently in effect, Kira had become the owner of the Asuka and Tyler of the Shadow. Both could do whatever they wanted with their mobile suits; keep it for personal reasons, take it apart, even sell it and live the rest of his life in luxury. Either one of those machines were probably worth at least a couple hundred, more likely a few thousand times what Murrue herself could ever hope to make in her entire lifetime alone. Murrue just hoped she could be there to see the look on the face of Kira and Tyler when the two found out.

-Line Break-

-Tyler's pov-

After the 'greeting' I'd been forced to attend, I slipped away, putting my well-developed stealth skills used to not be noticed. Kira and Lacus caught me before I had gotten back to my quarters and had made it known to me that they were worried for me as I was showing myself to be very grouchy. I told them I'd been having trouble sleeping and when pressed for a reason, I admitted that I'd been having nightmares. They're both really great friends and I'm glad to have such friends like them, for they understood.

Anyways, once in my quarters, didn't take me long to get together with my bed after taking the medication the doctor had given me. It was wonderful to not have nightmares plaguing me for a sleeping period. I woke up the next morning, and since I wouldn't be on duty on the bridge, I spent the time to take things slow and easy. The time that things would be peaceful, would quickly coming to a close. I got dressed and headed to the mess to get breakfast and start the day that would be a long one. Once I entered the room, I noticed that my friends from Heliopolis were there and each one was looking at a set of papers.

"Discharge papers?" questioned Tolle, looking at the papers he and the others had been given from one of the ship officers I suspect.

"So… we were soldiers all along?" asked Miriallia, somewhat incredulous.

"By what this says, we were assigned to the Archangel of the 8th Fleet," read Kuzzey.

I closed the distance after hearing that, "It's probably that way to avoid the hassle of the official stuff of you helping, but not being enlisted to begin with." I said glancing over Sai's shoulder and scanning the page on the top to confirm that the pages were indeed discharge forms.

"Tye, when did you come in?" Asked Sai turning to look at me.

I was about to answer, when a pair came into the mess hall, the one on the left and slightly in the lead, Natarle Badgiruel and the other was that 'captain' that had been with Halberton. Natarle frowned at me, which I've gotten used to and even now take it as sort of a compliment from the woman that I don't get along with on this ship. Both came over to us, "Where are Kira Yamato and Lacus Don?" asked Natarle.

The others looked up at her, then at each other. Wasn't it clear that neither Kira, nor Lacus are here in the mess hall, though after Natarle glanced around she shook her head. "Never mind, just give these to them later." Natarle handed two additional sets of discharge papers to Sai.

"It may have been an emergency situation that forced it," said Hoffman, deciding to explain things, "but the fact is, it's illegal for civilians to take part in combat. We want to avoid any potential problems, for yourselves and for us as well, so this is our solution. You will all be recognized as volunteer soldiers who entered the military when you came aboard; don't lose those discharge papers, or it could lead to a lot of trouble for you in the future. Furthermore, any information you learned while on board should be treated as confidential, even after you return to Orb."

It's true that according to an agreement that was made after the reconstruction war, civilians were not to take part in combat. Yet, there was never anything stated about putting innocent people in danger and possibly killed. This is more a covering for the Alliance so that they didn't get in trouble with others. I decided to speak up, for not just me, but for my friends' defense as well, "Maybe you should use this experience as a lesson 'sir'" I said, emphasizing 'sir' in a disrespectful manner, vocally showing what I thought of people like this guy was.

Hoffman turned to face me, giving me a dirty look. I took said expression directed at me as an even better compliment than a frown from Miss Badgiruel gave me moments ago! "I would recommend you watch your tone Tyler McGregor," he said in an even tone, but clearly put off by how I addressed him.

I returned that comment with a deadpanned look, "That's commander to you Captain Hoffman, I would remind you that I'm a soldier within the Federation military, not Earth Alliance personnel that you can have at your beck and call, to tell what to do. If you want other examples of how I act around those who believe they can order me around, have a chat with Ensign Badgiruel next to you. She's had plenty of experience of trying to order me around and me giving her, what she considers 'insubordination' when I don't listen to her. I would say sometimes, it more me not giving a damn about what others think about me, take it as you like. So, let me make this clear to you, in a way you'll understand." I paused, took a deep breath and then 'dropped the hammer', "I've been giving my services to the Archangel of my own free will, it's not in any way, me being under the command or control of any Earth Forces officer or member of the Earth Alliance. And if you think your opinion makes a lick of freaking difference to me, then feel free to kiss my a**. So, pucker up or hush up Hoffman," I said flatly before I turned towards the exit.

I had said my piece and left no doubt what I thought, so I walked out right then and there, not wanting to listen to the Alliance officer any further. After leaving the mess hall, without breakfast I might add, I decided to head to the hanger as it's one of the places on the Archangel other than my quarters that I can find peace and quiet. Plus, even with the work I've done on the Shadow, there was still adjustments to be made, whoever had been doing the programming… I had some choice words for them. Then, with the optional equipment for my mobile suit, that takes some fine tuning. I would love to get it done back in the Republic of East Asia, specifically at the Teswa R&D complex, but that's not available right now. That just mean's that I need to make due with what I got to work with and get things done.

Once I reached the hanger, I found that Kira and Lacus were there on the catwalks, simply looking at the Strike and the Asuka. I was about to approach them, when I heard a voice, "Suddenly getting nostalgic, now that you're going to be disembarking?" inquired Halberton, drawing the attention of my two friends.

The man was made his way down the catwalk towards them, one hand on the rail to keep from accidentally pushing off. He came to a stop next to them as they straightened up, "Kira and Lacus, right? I've read a great deal about your actions in the reports." He asked.

"Uh, yes," said Kira.

"Hmm… considering the circumstances, you both proved yourselves quite remarkable and same for your friend Tyler McGregor," said Halberton softly. He swept his eyes over the entire hangar, focusing briefly on the Asuka and the Shadow before looking back to them. "Although you have fought for the Earth Alliance, I imagine your sister will be quite proud of your accomplishments, Miss Clyne," the two stiffened slightly, and Halberton chuckled.

So, Halberton did make the connection with Lacus and Sakura, "Oh, don't you worry," Halberton said in a calm manner, "I understand your circumstances Miss Clyne, to an extent at least. I might not have realized myself, if it were not that I've met the Black Zephyr a few times on the battlefield. She isn't someone you can dismiss or forget easily with the impression she leaves, with the warpaths she carves."

"Please don't say that about her," said Lacus softly. "Sis… she hates war… it's taken away almost everything she cared about… it has changed her from how she used to be."

I could stay silent no more in this, "But, that doesn't mean she does beyond a notable job at commanding forces, none can't deny that Lacus. Because gosh dang it, Sakura is downright amazing at what she does," I commented.

Everyone turned and looked at me as I floated towards them, smiling a bit as I approached, "Sorry for not announcing myself before, thought it would be best for me to just listen for a little," I remarked.

"I see, I apologize Miss Clyne," said Halberton, turning to look at the Asuka. "Still, it's a surprise that you would be here. Even more surprising is what the three of you have done with these machines." Halberton looked to me, "You included Tyler, though I would guess you are no stranger to the battlefield." The man looked back to the mobile suits, "These machines were only meant to be an adequate counter to ZAFT's mobile suits, but with you three inside piloting them, they suddenly become near super-weapons. I can't help but find myself once again amazed at the abilities of Coordinators."

I knew that Halberton didn't mean any insult, when he talked about the abilities of Coordinators, there are those who would be. "That's not true!" Lacus denied, before Kira or I could speak up. "Us being Coordinators… yes, that has some effect on how quickly we learn and adapt, but… but it's not everything."

"Hmm, could you explain what you mean?" asked Halberton. "And I, in no way mean to offend. I am merely fascinated by your abilities and how some Coordinators use and develop them. No Natural can pilot a mobile suit that I know of."

I snickered, "Oh, you would be wrong about that Halberton," I said. "It would probably surprise you to know that out of the top ten pilots in the Federation Military, four of them are Naturals and can work with mobile suits if needed." I paused for a moment and the feeling of mirth disappeared, "Plus, I would have to quote a man that I respect the most, 'it doesn't matter how you were born, it's what you do with what you have along with the effort you put forth matters the most.' And I agree with that wholeheartedly."

Lacus nodded to my statement, "Indeed, one can if they try," she said. Kira and Halberton's eyes widened in shock at what both Lacus and I said. "I only know this because he was a family friend, but… ZAFT's Ace of Aces… the number one of the Champions… he was actually a Natural."

I smiled, "You're referring to the one known as the 'Comet' are you not Lacus?" I asked.

My pink haired friend nodded. Had met the man that Lacus was referring to, and I would love to tell her the truth of him being alive, since he's thought dead. However, it has been asked by the man to be left to live his life in peace and that wish is being honored. "But how can that be?" questioned Halberton, incredulous.

"He was Naturally talented and took himself to the limits constantly," said Lacus. "He only disappeared because of the risk of his superiors finding out he wasn't a Coordinator."

And then he came to the Human Federation, asked for asylum and he was given that. Technically, he lives in the Republic of East Asia, which is the reason I've met him and I visit him if I get the chance whenever I get around home. He's a good guy and is different than most would think he is, especially with the reputation he gained while in the ZAFT military.

"I see," said Halberton. He smiled, shaking his head. "Well, then perhaps we do stand a chance in this war, but it's our war, not yours." He looked up at the Asuka. "And it is not the war of this machine either. It will be remaining with you, Kira Yamato." Then Halberton turned to me, "Nor of the Shadow, as it is yours Tyler McGregor. Yet, I am curious, who it is that you quoted, I know that earning respect from you is no small feat."

I was somber as I answered the question put to me, "The man… would be my dad, his ideals were some of the most noble I've ever known and still be completely truthful."

Then the implication of what Halberton had just said about the mobile suits began to sink in to my mind. The X209-Shadow is legally mine now? Not that I would have a problem with the idea, but for me to personally own a mobile suit… never expected to have that happen! Yes, I've grown fairly fond of the black mobile suit, so it was kind of nice to know that I would be keeping the machine that had saved my butt along with others since Heliopolis.

"Huh? Seriously?" questioned Kira, which was kind of my thoughts as well at the moment.

"Yes, due to a… technicality… these fascinating and valuable pieces of military hardware belongs to you both," said Halberton. All of us stared at him in shock at the confirmation, and Halberton nearly laughed. "Officially, neither of the two exist, so both these mobile suits can't belong to a nation and thus, they're only objects that you both salvaged. You can do what you wish with it, use it for some kind of work, join a military with it, just hold it for nostalgic reasons… you might even sell it as a sort of fundraiser for the Heliopolis refugees. It's worth quite a bit of money, so I advise you not to callously discard it." The man then turned to me, "Then for you Tyler, you could take your machine to the Human Federation for R&D or do what you want with it."

I shrugged, "Maybe, don't know yet." I said.

"Ah… yes sir, like Tyler, I don't know what I would do with the mobile suit," said Kira uncertainly.

"Well… this has been an interesting discussion," said Halberton. "I won't pry into any personal matters for you three. Still, I would like to thank you, regardless of the situation, for the assistance you have rendered to this ship. It is my hope that, with this, we may be able to bring a quick end to this war."

I interrupted Halberton with a question I had asked him once before now, "Excuse me Halberton," I said, Halberton turned to me. "You remember the last time our paths crossed, I asked you a serious question?"

Halberton nodded to me, "Indeed, as I recall you asked me if I thought this war has a point to it."

I acknowledged that the man recalled correctly what I had asked, "Correct, and your answer back then was yes… do you still believe that there's a point to this war? Or do you admit that I have a point in saying that this war is nothing more than a few using the many to fulfill their views and desires." I posed.

Halberton hesitated at my question, "I do not deny that your view has merit, and often I wonder if the leadership of the Earth Alliance doesn't have a hidden agenda. But, I do not think that it makes much of a difference anymore." He answered, "Perhaps when it does end, we can all meet again. Until that time, I wish you the best of luck, and hope that being Coordinators will be able to improve your futures, few others seem to be so fortunate."

Halberton smiled at them, "And Kira? I don't want to sound critical of your parents, but I think you might want to ask them why it is they made you a Coordinator. If it was for some dream they had for your future, then I for one would want to try and make their dream come true. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes Admiral," said Kira with a small smile.

I decide to give this man that I respected, the information that I had to what was coming, "Halberton, one more thing before you depart," I spoke up, and the man gave me his attention. "There's a ZAFT force heading this way, from what I understand, there are more than five ships but no other specifics on the force's size. However, what I can tell you, is that the one leading them… is Sakura Clyne, the Black Zephyr."

Halberton's eyes widened at my statements, "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

I nodded, "The information came from Federation High Command directly and they obtained it from the information network. And you are aware how accurate that intelligence network is," I returned.

The conversation would have likely continued, but an officer came into the hanger, "Sir!" called the Menelaos officer who'd come aboard with Halberton earlier.

The officer saluted, "The Menelaos would like you back on board at once. There are suspicions of ZAFT activity in the area."

Well, if there was a need for conformation of what I'd just said, then that worked wonderfully.

"I see, I guess it was too much to hope they'd leave the Archangel alone once it linked up with the fleet," said Halberton with a resigned sigh. He looked back to the three of us still in the hanger. "Well, at least we were fortunate enough to have a decent chat! May the three of you live to see the dawn of a better era. Thank you Tyler for the information, I hope that it can make a difference." Halberton gave us a quick salute as a show of thanks and began to walk away.

"Uh, sir!" called Kira, surprising Lacus, Halberton and me.

"Hmm?" mumbled Halberton, turning back to face Kira.

"Uh, so what happens now to the Archangel?" asked Kira. "And to Lieutenant Ramius and the others?"

"The Archangel will be heading to Earth, just the way it is," said Halberton. "From there, they'll be returning to the battlefield."

Kira looked down uncertainly, which I could understand. I believe my best friend had become rather attached to the ship and its crew, like I myself have. Had been thinking of staying and admittedly, have basically decided to do so, yet I don't think that Kira and Lacus will. So, there was a parting of the ways coming soon, and I'm not looking forward to when that comes. "Well, I thought I…" started Kira before falling silent.

I know that Kira feels responsible for Lacus's wellbeing, but is that all that the reason he has in this? "I know exactly what you're concerned about," said Halberton, turning more fully to face the three of us, Lacus still staring at Kira with a measure of surprise by what I was seeing out of the corner of my eye. "Yet, you possess certain abilities that are very attractive to the military. It's not as if we're assured of victory if we have all of you. War's not that simple, so don't flatter yourself."

"But…" said Kira before trailing off once again; he continued after a moment's pause, somewhat more confidently. "If I have the power to make a difference, I should put it to good use, right?"

"Sir, please," started the Menelaos officer, but Halberton held up a hand for silence.

"Only if you have the will to do it!" said Halberton. He turned to leave, but continued to look at the two of them. "Anyone who lacks the will never does see it through to the end."

With that, Halberton left, and I turned to my two friends, "Kira," said Lacus softly.

"I know…" he said, "I know that we need to get you home… and that sooner or later, she'll be coming after us if we stay… but at the same time…"

I sighed, "As I do believe I said, Sakura is coming already, I don't kid around when it comes to fighting her seriously. The battle that is to come is as close to serious as it will get," I said.

Lacus smiled a bit, "I don't doubt what you say Tye. I was thinking… my sister would lose respect for you Kira, if you left just because of that," she said. "But… since when has Sakura's approval really mattered to you?"

"I guess… her approval means a lot to me… it means I don't have to worry about her coming after me for being close to you," started Kira.

Lacus giggled. "She's not that overprotective, she just doesn't like Athrun because the engagement was forced. Really, I think she's pretty stupid to dislike him for that, Athrun did nothing to deserve it. She really should be angry at daddy and Athrun's father, instead of Athrun himself."

Overprotective Lacus says… that's one way of putting what Sakura does, I call it her eliminating those who might do something to her little sister. "It would be nice if she left me alone, but that's me." I mumbled.

Kira couldn't help but smile slightly at what both of us had said.

-Line Break-

-Neutral pov-

To say that most, if not all in the mess hall were shocked at Tyler's words and actions, would be an understatement. The volunteers were surprised, since Tyler was normally polite and didn't talk back to someone without reason. None of them had thought their friend had such a standing problem with those from the Earth Alliance. Oh recently, Tyler had made mention of having a bit of a dislike for some in the Alliance, but that was all.

Natarle was flabbergasted as well as more surprised at the things Tyler had said than usual. She had suspected that Tyler McGregor had an 'issue' with the Earth Alliance and those allied with them. That was confirmed by the descriptions of the events of Heliopolis, but this put the issue beyond her estimation. Tyler had been helping out and so, been even earning Natarle's own acknowledgement and minor trust by this point with his actions to protect the Archangel. Oh yes, what Tyler had said about not taking orders from her was true from time to time and it'd annoyed her. But, when it counted, he worked towards the best interest of the Archangel, even if he used different methods that she would.

Hoffman's reaction was to huff, "As I believe I said earlier Ensign Badgiruel, Mr. McGregor is not to be trusted. He's a loose cannon that's out of control! He should be disciplined, but that's not my place to decide," he said.

None noticed that Flay had come into the room, that's until she spoke up, "Um… Excuse me, I would like to volunteer to join the crew of the Archangel," she said.

There was silence in the room as everyone faced Flay. Sai was the first to find use of his voice, "Flay, what did you just say?" he asked.

Flay gained a serious expression on her face, "I said I want to join the crew of the Archangel," she answered.

"You realize what you're saying?" asked Natarle, as thoroughly shocked by Flay's words as Hoffman and the volunteers were.

"Look, I'm not saying this just for the fun of it or for a silly reason like that," said Flay. "I've thought about it ever since my father came aboard, when Kira, Lacus and Tyler saved him from ZAFT."

"That means you must be the daughter of Vice Minister Allster," said Hoffman in surprise, unaware of the tension between the two.

"Yes," said Flay. "My name is Flay Allster. I… well, ever since I first talked to him when he came aboard, I've been thinking about everything that's been happening. Everyone can make a difference… right? The ship is understaffed, and everyone is certain that it can make a difference in this war. I want to help with that, in whatever way I can, even if it's only cleaning the corridors or something to make things easier for the rest of the crew. After everything that's happened… I can't just walk away." Flay left unspoken her hopes that somehow, if the Archangel made the difference it was supposed to, maybe, just maybe, both sides would be more willing to negotiate a ceasefire and peace treaty.

She was becoming increasingly sympathetic to the PLANTs because of her Coordinator friends and even, why the Human Federation being so strict in being neutral and protecting its citizens. But, she also realized that after the Bloody Valentine Incident, there would be those that would never accept a ceasefire unless the Earth Forces could manage to equal them. Even she knew that ZAFT was slowly, but surely, winning the war against the Earth Alliance. The Human Federation had tried to stop the bloodshed, but very little had resulted from the attempts.

"Throughout all of this, everyone on the Archangel has been doing their best for this ship and most on board has been involved… except people like me," continued Flay. "So… please, allow me to join the crew."

Hoffman and Natarle nodded slightly, "Very well then," said Hoffman. "Come with us. We should probably discuss this with your father."

"I'd, uh, rather do that privately," said Flay.

She wasn't certain what Hoffman and Natarle would think of her present conflict with her father, though she figured Natarle might already know. Vice Minister Allster's mood had been fairly bad lately, mostly because of Flay's refusal to listen to his view.

Hoffman nodded. "Very well," he said. "Come with us. I believe he's preparing for departure with the Orb refugees even now."

With that, the two officers left, Flay in tow, Sai turned back to the others. They all looked at each other, "Like she said, the ship is still understaffed," he said, "and a war's still being fought, on Earth and in space." Everyone looked at their discharge papers.

Suddenly, Sai gained a determined look and tore his discharge papers in two, "Sai!" exclaimed Tolle. Miriallia gasped in shock as she stood up with Tolle and Kuzzey.

"What Flay expressed is pretty much exactly my sentiments as well," explained Sai. Then, he gave a slight smile. "Besides, it wouldn't be right for me to leave her alone, now would it?"

"Hmm," murmured Tolle nodding, before he ripped his own papers in two.

"Tolle!" uttered Miriallia in shock.

"Like Sai said, the Archangel is still short-handed," said Tolle. "I'd feel partly responsible if sometime down the road, it got shot down."

Miriallia didn't hesitate after that, and tore her papers in two as well, "You too Miriallia?" asked Tolle.

"If you're planning to stay Tolle, then so am I," she said.

They then turned as they heard the sound of more paper ripping, and saw Kuzzey holding his torn discharge papers. "You're all staying, can't expect me to leave, I won't leave my friends at a time like this," he said.

"You're a fool," said Tolle. "But then, we're in good company." After that, things between the three boys effectively degenerated into some playful name-calling.

"Huh… ah," muttered Tolle, looking back at the bed where the remaining discharge papers sat. "But they'll be leaving, won't they? Suppose so…"

While that was happening, Murrue was welcoming the three new crew members to the Archangel. She hadn't been able to do so when they had come over with Admiral Halberton earlier. "Welcome to the Archangel," she said. "I apologize for not being able to greet you properly earlier."

The highest ranked of the group, a woman about Murrue's age with black hair and emerald eyes, shifted forward slightly. She was the same height and bodily figure as Natarle, and her uniform had the gold half bar with 2 blue squares under the bar, one above the other, showing the rank of Lieutenant. The woman was named Sophia Falco, "It was no trouble. You've been busy," she said. Sophia smiled slightly. "It's been awhile, Murrue."

"It has Sophia," said Murrue, returning the smile. The other two new arrivals shifted uncomfortably. "How has your brother been?"

"You mean Ken? I don't know, I haven't heard from him in years," said Sophia. Murrue glanced at the other two.

"You all should get to your stations," she said. "I've been told that there are suspicions of a ZAFT presence in the area."

"Yes ma'am," said Petty Officer Nicks and Doctor Graham, giving her quick salutes. They were more than happy to escape the situation.

"Sophia, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to man one of our electronic warfare stations," said Murrue. "You'll be running the job solo. Ensign Badgiruel will be handling communications, mobile weapon control and enemy search & detection."

"That's a tall order," said Sophia. "Were those civilian volunteers really contributing that much?"

"Yes," said Murrue with a small sigh. "Without them, things are going to get a lot tougher."

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-Tyler's pov-

I knocked on the door of the captain's quarters and waited to be told to come in. Once hearing Miss Ramius say to come in, I stepped into the room I'd had to face more than a few rather unpleasant lectures before now. During my time on the Archangel, I've been called here or dragged here a couple of times for some ridiculous and/or stupid things I swear. I was greeted by acting Captain Ramius, "Mr. McGregor, I hadn't expected to see you at this point. I would have thought you would be packing to leave the Archangel," she said to me in greeting.

At that greeting I stared at the woman for half a minute, since she'd addressed me so formally… it felt weird as it doesn't happen often for me. "Okay, first thing, don't call me Mr. again, I don't like being addressed like that, it feels odd, more so from those on this ship. There's no need to address me so formally, just McGregor or Tyler will do fine. As for packing Murrue Ramius," I replied, pausing for a bit of effect. "I'm here to inform you, that you'll have the fortune, whether you consider it good or bad, of dealing with my company, views and difficulties that come with me for a period of time longer, for I'll be staying on the Archangel for the time being. So, prepare accordingly in what ways you see fit."

Murrue gaped at me, "You're staying on the Archangel?!" she asked in shock.

Nodding to her and I gave my reply, "Indeed, that's my plan for now, hope that's not a problem for me and the X209-Shadow staying on the Archangel for a while longer, at least through the descent down to Earth. After that point, I can't say how long I would stay. Heck, even if you do have an issue, you'll find getting rid of me is difficult, and I can make sure you understand why, it that's needed."

Murrue shook her head vigorously and looked to release some stress from her. Perhaps now that the Archangel has at least one mobile suit pilot, she's worrying slightly less. So, with that done, I left her quarters and made my way to the hanger to find something to keep myself occupied. When I got there, I found Chief Murdoch and asked him what I could do to help… after telling him that I would be staying on the ship for now. The man was clearly relieved that at least one of us mobile suit pilots along with mobile suit would be staying on the Archangel. The job I was set to was to inventory supplies, which was simple busy work, and right now, I've no problem with that.

As I checked over the supplies there were compared to what the ship is supposed to have, I had to admit that things were not much better from how this ship had started out. I also watched out of the corner of my eyes, the refugees boarding the first of two shuttles that would take them to the Menelaos. However, none in the hanger seemed to notice me observing the active of loading the shuttle as I worked.

I did happen to catch Vice Foreign Minister Allster get on the shuttle, only have gotten that first thank you before he knew I was a Coordinator. I mean, I understand that there are people who have hatred of Coordinators and think we're mistakes and everythin, which doesn't make sense really. But, you would think that they would be a little grateful to the one that saved them, even if they are a Coordinator. But no, not a thanks to any of the crew before the man got on the shuttle either, very ungrateful guy. I'm glad to be rid of his company, though I won't say that out loud while he's around, good manners at work.

I turned my attention back to comparing inventory, yet wasn't focused long as two particular people entered the hanger, drawing my attention. Those two people of course, were Kira Yamato and Lacus Clyne, two friends and the only other two Coordinators on the Archangel. I suspected that they would leave the ship, Kira feels responsible for Lacus's safety and wellbeing. … I don't exactly blame my best friend, especially knowing the one that he… and I would have to answer to if something bad does happen to Lacus. It would be Sakura and it's a scary idea to think about, having to face the woman that's our friend's older sister… though for likely different reasons. For me… well, past experience has taught me that Sakura is a clingy school girl with me and I don't want to be around that type of thing if I don't have to.

Yet, back to the matter at hand, I would really like to help my friends, even if it's something small and seemingly insignificant. Perhaps making sure the Asuka gets to Kira safely? I just don't know what to do for them after recent events. Observed the two looking around, probably for our friends from Heliopolis and myself, maybe they expect us to leave the Archangel as well. I don't plan to leave just yet, don't know about the others as I haven't seen them since I stalked out of the mess after putting Hoffman in his place.

"Oh," said a high girlish voice.

I homed in on the source of the voice and saw the very same little brown-haired girl that had been the first to thank me when I came back onto the Archangel. She pushed away from her mother towards Kira and Lacus, a smile; the girl's mother attempted to stop her child, but the girl was already out of her reach. "C-come back, El!" called the mother.

The young girl laughed slightly as her forward momentum was stopped by Kira catching her and bringing her to land on the deck. She reached into her bag that was slung around her left shoulder, then pulled out a pair of paper flowers. "Thank you for protecting the rest of us till now," she said, clearly surprising the both Kira and Lacus. "That nice lady with red hair told me all about how you and others were protecting everyone."

That surprised me a bit, for by the description, it had been Flay that had told the girl about those of us that have been protecting the ship. As I've said before, it's nice to be thanked for what you do for others. The girl gave Kira and Lacus one paper flower each and I couldn't hide the smile that crept onto my face as I kept watching. Both my friends leaned down, the two were smiling at the girl, named El by the shout from her mother and they took the flowers.

"Thank you for this," said Kira.

The girl smiled and turned around, pushing off back towards her mother with her intent fulfilled. As soon as she was grounded next to the woman once more, she looked back at the two Coordinators and waved to them, before she got onto the shuttle. After seeing this, I quickly finished the inventory, and slipped out of the hanger so that none noticed me doing so.

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-Neutral pov-

The Gamow

"Mobile suits to launch in three minutes," announced the mobile suit controller over the PA. "All units, complete your check systems."

As the Gamow's hangar went through the final preparations for launch only the Buster an a GINN, since the Duel had no one to pilot it. The Aegis and Blitz having been transferred over to the Vesalius, so they would be launching from there. The Buster had been supplied with a high-energy beam rifle to substitute the destroyed rifle the Buster lost in the last battle.

Yzak rushed out of the infirmary, ignoring the protests of the doctors, one hand clenched on his bandaged face. He'd been humiliated in the last battle! Those three enemy mobile suits had taken on all four of their machines and nearly destroyed all of them. Yzak's reputation as an ace was shattered, having lost to some unknown pilots. The fact that two of them had clearly overmatched them, even if they were weak Naturals, wouldn't stand with him. He'd change that in this skirmish. With the extra armor, thrusters, missile pod and railgun of the Duel's newly added Assault Shroud, he'd tear one or more of those machines to pieces. He was sure of it and would do so no matter the cost!

Yes, he had been told that the Black Zephyr was now in charge of this operation, and under most circumstance, that would deter him enough to go against orders. However, with his current mood, any fear of the most infamous female ZAFT commander was overridden by his thirst for vengeance. Yet, Yzak's actions didn't go unnoticed by Zelman, who immediately informed Creuset. In turn, the masked man did tell Sakura about Yzak's intentions of going out, and Creuset knew that Yzak wouldn't be deterred by word alone anymore.

"So, you're saying that Joule, as injured as he still is, intends to launch out to the battlefield?" questioned Sakura neutrally, staring at Le Creuset on the display screen on the bridge.

"Yes," said Le Creuset, "I believe it best that we allow him to launch."

Sakura's glare stayed on the image of Creuset, "And what reason would there be for me to agree to let him launch? He's proven that he needs to review his actions and priorities before he's permitted on a battlefield again. He's far more likely to get himself killed and I would rather not have to deal with paperwork or having to explain to Councilwoman Joule how her son's pride and accompanying stupidity led him to his death."

Le Creuset nodded in acknowledgement, "I agree with you and I would normally make sure that he would not go out, but I fear that it will not be so easy to dissuade Yzak. I'd rather not forcefully detain him by throwing him in the brig, which is what I believe it would take to stop him. And, were he launch with your approval, then he'll more likely to keep his temper under control. His mood is affected by the defeat of the last battle he was in and I believe he wants to settle the score. You should be well-aware of how motivating that can be for a pilot as well as how blinding."

Sakura sighed at the validity of what the masked man was saying, "Very well, I leave this choice to you, Le Creuset. But, be forewarned, don't expect me to defend this decision if he dies should Councilwoman Joule asks what happened, I'll direct her to you." She glanced over her shoulder at her own pilots, who gave her slight nods. Sakura then looked forward again. "We'll adjust our assignments accordingly and tell your Alliance suit pilots of the changes. Now, Lori will fly on Nicol's wing instead of Mindy. Mindy will instead fly on Joule's wing. Mindy WILL have authority over him and she'll drag him back to the Black Jade to await a court-marshal that will be done by me should he get out of line."

"That is very agreeable," said Le Creuset. "Will you be launching yourself Zephyr?"

"Yes indeed," replied Sakura. "Then I'll see you out on the field Le Creuset?"

"Yes, indeed Zephyr," said Le Creuset sinisterly. "It will be just like old times earlier in this conflict."

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-Tyler's pov-

The Archangel

The time had arrived for Sakura to get around here and so, I made my way to the pilot locker room. It was empty when I got there, but then I would've been very surprised if there had been anyone. As far as I know, the second shuttle that would transfer the rest of the people over to the Menelaos would be departing soon. Kira and Lacus would likely be on or boarding the shuttle shortly, then would leave the ship.

The battle coming up, was one that I wouldn't stay out of, even if the Archangel is at the back of the fleet for the purpose of keeping her out and safe. I might not make a great deal of difference in this battle by myself, but it will still be a difference and I won't be by myself anyways. I slipped into my Federation suit, as it's the best for most situations, due to the medical support system built into the suit itself. The system could intervene should I get seriously injured or if things go south.

Plus, I wouldn't be caught dead wearing an Earth Alliance pilot suit unless there's absolutely nothing else to work with and even then, I might think about going with nothing. But who knows? I very well may find myself in the position that I'll have to do atmospheric reentry on my own with the Shadow. I kind of doubt it and I hope I don't get put in that position, since none of the Alliance prototypes had been tested for the idea, even if they're supposed to be able to do it. I dislike using systems that are tested and proven to work, especially not a process like atmospheric reentry, which is risky in itself with working equipment and system. But, it could happen and then the medical support system would be a lifesaver if my situation gets dicey.

Once in my suit, I grabbed my helmet and set out for the hanger to get this fight going in the right direction. When I reached the hanger, saw that the shuttle was still there, but looked to be close to done loading. I shook my head, then I put on my helmet and locked it to my suit as I floated towards my mobile suit. To have learned about the loophole in the salvage laws, which made the X209-Shadow officially mine, was amusing and interesting. It meant that the officers onboard could use the excuse, 'the Shadow wasn't mine' to attempt to stop me from doing things my way. Such reasoning hasn't stopped me before now anyways and wouldn't have any more effect now, but one less complaint I have to hear.

None appeared to notice my presence as I sailed across the hanger. I grabbed the edge of the cockpit hatch to adjust my momentum and direction so that I moved into the cockpit itself. Settled myself into the seat and strapped in and tightened the restraint belts, for I feel this would be an extremely wild ride. However, before I could flick the switch to shut the cockpit, Chief Murdoch came into view and he was glaring at me. I gave the man a small smile, "There something I can do for you Chief? If so, then please make it quick," I said as I activated the Shadow's OS.

"What do you think you're doing at a time like this McGregor?!" demanded Murdoch.

I kept smiling, though my smile wasn't meant to be nice, more one of toleration, "Well Chief, ZAFT forces are about to engage the Alliance 8th Fleet, the Archangel is at the rear of the said fleet. I see that being unacceptable and I'll not stand around and do nothing. The Archangel may be under orders to stay at the back of the fleet, but that doesn't mean I have to sit on my butt like the rest aboard. And then, I'm not one who watches decent people die because they're being stupid in their decision making even if, they deserve it sometimes. It's one of the perks of being on this ship, yet not being under the direct command of its officers. That's the most wonderful and biggest advantages of having a pilot license like I do, it royally rocks I can tell you." I answered calmly as I was scanning over the system check running on the suit's OS.

Murdoch gaped at me after my answer, "Wha… are you crazy kid?! Yeah, you're one hell of a pilot McGregor, there's no denying that. But for you, even you having a license, if you real do, you'd be going against a ZAFT force that's rumored to be led by," began Murdoch in an argumentative tone.

However, I cut off the man before he could tell me reasons why I shouldn't go out, "The Black Zephyr herself? The force that will soon attack the 8th fleet is indeed be led by her, I can assure you. I would know, as I'm the one who told Admiral Halberton about that fact. Now Chief Murdoch, I would highly recommend that you to pull back, since I'm going to close the cockpit. Then move the Shadow to the catapult, in preparation to launch. Should you not do so, then I'll do it myself and I doubt you will like how much of a mess that I would make if I move to the catapult without anyone assisting me, I'm just saying."

Murdoch grimaced, yet pulled back a bit and I toggled the hatch to close. The two halves of the forward display, slid forward and into position connecting as they did and the panoramic display of the outside came up. I had decided beforehand to equip a secondary battery on the Shadow in this instance, because I've the feeling that power supply will be the biggest issue in this battle. That battery would come in the form of a flight system that would also give me a boost in the area of mobility and I definitely won't say no to that in the upcoming fight!

There came a jerk with buzzing alarms going off, then I felt the motion of the Shadow moving towards the catapult. I spotted Murdoch going over to one of the com stations… so, going to contact the bridge, is he? It's not going to make any real difference in my actions… but hey, more power to the Chief Mechanic I say!

The Shadow came to a halt in the catapult and the air-tight shutters closed, I then asked one of the mechanics to equip the flight system for the Shadow. My machine was set into the catapult, awaiting connection of optional equipment. The optional piece of equipment I would use, had a central part that the rest of the equipment is built on or around. That central 'hub', was kind of a teardrop shape, which sits and is attached to the upper back of my mobile suit and settled between the two topmost thrusters the Shadow has. On the bottom of the hub, parts that were positioned to go over the four back central thrusters, allowing their performance to be improved. So, this equipment was for more power supply and better maneuverability. This set is similar to the Strike's Aile pack, and gives the same idea as the thruster backpack system.

Once the pack had finished being put on to the machine, the Shadow was being locked into the catapult rail. But, before I the outer door to the catapult opened so that I could launch out, one of my com screens lit up and the face of Natarle Badgiruel appeared for me to see. Her expression wasn't nice in fact, she looked really ticked right now, one of the expressions I've become familiar with particularly with Natarle Badgiruel. Still, this time it was more defined than it had been before now, "Tyler McGregor! What in the hell do you think you're doing?! Power down your mobile suit and cease your actions this instant!" She shouted at me.

…Can anyone say RUDE! But, like times before, I was unperturbed by the yelling from the second in command of the Archangel. It's certainly not the first time she's yelled at me for what I do, and I give a near guarantee that it won't be the last. "My reply to you Ensign, is a big, fat, no, I will not stop. I will be going out to do my best to stop ZAFT forces from tearing the Earth Alliance's 8th Orbital fleet apart. Rest assured that if things go unchanged, the 8th fleet will be defeated, the Black Zephyr will make sure of that as long as the Archangel is here. There's nothing that you or anyone else can say or do, that will deter or stop me from this. Now," I said pausing for a moment, to make sure I'd the woman's attention, "Open the catapult so that I can launch. If you don't, then I'll open the catapult by a different means and then you can deal with the hole in one of the legs of the Archangel afterwards. It's your choice Ensign Badgiruel, take your pick," I said in a serious and flat tone.

The woman grumbled, before she disappeared from the screen and the outer door of the catapult rose. The voltage of the linear launcher increased, and I then launched out of the Archangel to the fight that was just beginning, with the flashes and explosions ahead. I engaged the Shadow's mirage colloid along with the echo trace transmitter and vanished from prying eyes and sensors.

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-Neutral pov-

On the bridge of the Archangel, Natarle pounded a hand on the arm of her chair, which drew the attention of the rest on the bridge, "Natarle, what's going on?" Asked Murrue, slightly worried that her second in command was under too much stress and the woman was starting to crack a bit under it.

Natarle took a moment to rein in the anger she felt at the actions of the teen that got under her skin, "Mr. McGregor, is insistent that he launches out with his mobile suit… something about a ZAFT force going to attack the 8th fleet… the rest is utter rubbish," answered Natarle, saying Tyler's name in such a way that showed that she was very displeased with the said teen.

All on the bridge, especially the new member of the bridge crew, were surprised that Tyler already knew of the ZAFT force approaching. Mu was the first to find his voice and answered the question on everyone's minds, "I'm guessing that he somehow got intelligence from the Federation Military, what rubbish did he say Natarle? If he knew about the ZAFT force, before we found out about it, there's a good chance what else he said is true as well," he said.

Natarle bit her lip, before she replied, "That ZAFT's champion, the Black Zephyr would be in this battle and leading the ZAFT force," returned Natarle hesitantly.

The temperature of the bridge fell, it literally felt as if it dropped ten degrees or more at Natarle mentioning the infamous ZAFT Champion, known as the dreaded 'Black Zephyr' to the Earth Forces. All of them had heard stories of the enemy commanding officer minus the Heliopolis volunteers, and how could any of them not have?! The Black Zephyr was responsible for some of the greatest losses the Earth Alliance had suffered, two of them in the earth sphere itself, the Earth Alliance's 'home turf'.

"That's not possible, why would ZAFT think of sending the Black Zephyr for this?" whispered Murrue in horror.

"If that woman is here, it explains why Tyler was adamant about launching out, with an opponent like the Black Zephyr, the losses will be beyond bad," muttered Krystal.

"If ZAFT sent the Black Zephyr here, they must really want this ship sunk," uttered Sophia. "The two battles that the Black Zephyr took part in on Earth, she led ZAFT to tear our forces apart and that's putting it nicely. When she joined in on the assault on the Victoria Base last year, she managed to turn the fight completely around to end in victory for ZAFT and the Alliance losing the Habilis Mass Driver. And that was after the Jachin Due Lion fell, which gave our allies hope for a bit."

"Cease loading and seal off the bay at once," ordered Murrue. She turned to Pal. "Is the Menelaos launch gone?"

"Not yet, captain," said Pal.

"Tell them to hurry and launch to get back to the Menelaos," said Murrue. "All hands, level one battle stations!"

Phase End!

A/n

Looking at this again, the spot I ended the chapter isn't as odd as I had thought it was at first. So anyway, as always, please take the time to write a review or PM me to say what you think.