Patriot-112: Hey folks here I am with ANOTHER new fic. Now don't give me those words, I know what you're thinking. But honestly, I can't help myself!

Ron the True Fan: I take all the blame for causing the event! (Kicks Merkava MBT)

117Jorn: (Lands in a ZGMF-X2000 GOUF Ignited and climbs out) I am gonna LOVE this fic!


Prologue: When worlds Collide


Afghanistan - Wakhan Corridor

May 9th 2014


The Wakhan Corridor. A 140 mile long stretch of land that connects the rest of Afghanistan to China. With the Pamir River, flowing from Lake Zorkul, forming the northern border of the Corridor, while the southern border is formed by the Hindu Kush and Karakoram mountains. At the Eastern border, the only natural way inside the corridor was the Wakhjir Pass, the highest pass ever at 4,923 meters high.

The Corridor was an isolated part of Afghanistan that was normally used as a route for travelers, and merchant traders. Now, it was mostly in disuse due to the conflict between the National Afghan Government, their U.S. Allies, and the Taliban. However it was because of this, that this small area of land was perfect for… other projects of the U.S Military.

Flying over the Afghan landscape was a single UH-60 Blackhawk Helicopter, sporting all of the colors and insignias of the U.S Military. It flew as low as the pilot could allow it, as it continued towards its destination. "We are 5 minutes out from the testing site, Colonel Rosen." the pilot said to the passenger in the back. "No sight of any hosties, we're in the green."

The passenger, a woman wearing the blue uniform of an U.S. Air Force Colonel, with a winter parka over it nodded as she looked outside at the snow capped landscape, her cobalt blue eyes holding scanning for anything out of the ordinary.

"Proceed steady as usual, CWO," said Colonel Patricia Rosen. "But keep a sharp eye, I don't want surprises thrown at us."

The Chief Warrant Officer nodded as he and his co-pilot continued their flight.

Patricia sighed as she leaned back against the cool metal of the Black Hawk's fuselage. She had been placed on this Top Secret project a year ago, and it was considered Classified, with a Tier One Clearance, and the government didn't know about it, not even the President. She was a bit unnerved at that, but her CO reassured her it was not a bomb or a biological weapon of any kind, but rather...something that will change the world forever.

Although she still had her doubts, there was little more she could do about this. All she could do was hope that all went as the egg-heads planned. This was going to be the first time she would actually be visiting the facility - and according to the report, the first testing of their project was going to begin soon.

The Blackhawk continued its course, as the pilot sent a wireless code out in the open. For a few moments nothing happened… until the side of a mountain began to slowly open up, like pair of great jaws opening. The colonel looked in surprise at how large the opening was - about the size of a B-2 Spirit stealth bomber, and more than wide enough for their Helicopter to enter through. As it moved inside, she could see they were in a hangar bay with many other Helicopters and VTOL Craft inside as well. All of which were being maintained by numerous engineers.

'I wonder where they got all the funding for this!' she said as the Blackhawk continued to hover over the hangar before it landed on a pad.

"Welcome to Project: Wolfsbayne, ma'am," said the pilot, and the Colonel just nodded, as the door opened, and a pair of Security Personnel were waiting outside.

"Welcome, Colonel," said the first guard. "Please follow us, we'll get you settled in and then take you to meet Dr. Podolski."

The Colonel nodded as she handed her case to one of the guards, while holding a folder of documents.

"Lead on then Tech Sergeant."


An hour later


After an hour of walking through the base for about an hour, the Colonel and her guards entered a large room with white walls, ceilings and floors, and numerous tables covered with computers, monitors and other equipment that she had no knowledge of, along with numerous scattered papers and notes making it look like a mad scientists lab.

However in the center of the room was what caught her attention immediately: A massive cone-shaped device that looked to be the size of a school bus standing upright, with wiring, monitors and a mess of other objects attached to it, and numerous men in white lab coats were surrounding it.

She then looked at the white lab coat garbed individuals who were milling about checking for any bugs or glitches that might hinder the machines performance. One person caught her eye as she spotted one man shouting in Russian at the poor, younger, technician who couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Chto, chert voz'mi, s toboy ? ! VY pytayetes' poluchit' SSHA ubity ! ? Ty idiot!" the man shouted as the Technician held up his hands in surrender.

"Hey Doc, will you slow down! I can't understand when you speak Russian!" the Tech said trying to placate the man but it just made him angrier.

"Zatknis' vam nekompetentnogo ryvok !" He shouted back, before he looked at where the Colonel stood, before he took in a deep calming breath, before he pointed at the Tech "You. Go. Now." He said, and the Tech nodded hastily as he scurried away. The Russian let out a long sigh before he turned and faced the colonel. "My, apologies." He said in a deep russian accent, "Its as if everything is falling apart here lately with the first live test about to begin… you must be Colonel Rosen, I presume?"

Patricia nodded and approached the Russian scientist. "Yes I am, and you must be Dr. Anton Podolski." she said and looked around. "I can see you have your hands full."

The Russian sighed at that.

"You're right about that. We have only about an hour until the first test, and we cannot afford any mistakes," Anton said as he motioned for her to follow him. "The last head of this project went crazy, because he couldn't stand that he had to work with me, not to mention he was xenophobic."

Patricia looked a the scientist oddly for a moment before she looked a the device in the center of the room. "So… this is Project Wolfsbayne?" she asked. "Exactly, what is it that this thing is suppose to do? I was never briefed on it."

Anton smirked a bit. "Have you ever heard of Inter/Trans-Dimensional Theory, Colonel?" He asked.

Patricia blinked at that. "Only heard of it in something like Sci-Fi movies and novels. Where one person goes to a parallel universe and sees an alternate version of themselves," she said, and Anton nodded a bit at that.

"That's one decent answer." he said as they arrived at his office, and the Russian Scientist gestured her in. "But, we discovered something more than that... child's imagination. My predecessor believed that the Multi-verse theory may be true, and dedicated his life to Dimensional theories, as did I. And our research proved very fruitful. When the Soviet Union collapsed, we continued our research privately, but soon we gained the support of your government as we showed them our progress. And they gave us-" he gestured around him "-all of this!"

He then looked at the colonel again, with a grin. "And it's all been going so well!" he said. "In these past few years, we've made countless breakthroughs! Not only have we discovered that alternate universes do exist - but the Multi-verse theory may be true as well!" He gestured to the massive device in the center of the room. "Wolfsbayne will be the key to possibly traveling to these universe. Just think of the possibilities! We could encounter an alternate earth with high technology than ours, ones who have found cures to deadly diseases! Found alien life! The possibilities are nearly endless! This project could be the key to end all wars!"

He then sat down at his desk.

"There is also the possibility of finding an Earth without humans, giving us the opportunity to colonize," he said. "It could end the overpopulation problem."

Patricia was looking at Anton and was almost stunned.

"And... you say that if this test is successful, it will change Humanity for the better?" she asked, and the Russian scientist just smiled.

"Quite correct, my dear Colonel," he said and stood up as he opened up a drawer in his desk. "We had several successful small scale tests, and brought back some items. This will be Wolfsbayne's first full-scale test."

He then gave the colonel what appeared to be a small disk-shaped object and the Colonel looked at it confusingly.

"Just skim your finger along the side." Anton said, and Patricia did as she was instructed, and soon to her surprise, the object bean to shift into something until it took the form of a blue bird, and started acting like one as it hopped on her hand.

"W-What the...?" She asked and Anton grinned.

"The guys here call it the critter machine," He said, as the bird hopped onto her shoulders. "Its just one of the things we've brought back from these alternate universes in the small tests. We've recorded it transforming into things like birds, squirrels, and even poisonless scorpions."

The Russian scientist gave a chuckled as he looked at one of the guards who looked embarrassed. "The squirrel feature gave us a good laugh though." he said, as the second guard snickered while the first guard glared at him.

"I see...," Patricia said as she stroked the bird's head and couldn't but noticed it felt as real as a normal bird. "The feathers feel so real!"

Anton nodded. "Of course," said, as he motioned for her follow him, as the bird went back into the Colonel's hand and turned back into the disk. "Come with me to the control room. We're just about ready to begin the test."

Patricia nodded as he placed the machine in her breast pocket and followed the doctor.

A few minutes later, Patricia and Anton stood at a large control room, which was lined with computers, which overlooked the lab itself which was being cleared out as the scientists left.

"So, how exactly does this work?" Patricia asked.

"Wolfsbayne itself is the generator which helps produce the actual 'field' where the magic happens," Anton said, "The U-Field it creates allows us to send things in and out. Though this will be the largest field that we will create - large enough for people to venture out and get actual recon on what's on the other side, and bring back what they can find."

Patricia didn't say anything as they arrived at one of the terminals and Anton began to type in commands to the machine. Soon a loud humming began to sound from the device, causing the Colonel to look at it and be on edge.

"Nothing to worry about, just a small demonstration." he said, as electricity began to arc around the Wolfsbayne before suddenly a bright the size of a basketball appeared in front of it, before something came out. Patricia was speechless as looked to be some kind of dagger.

"A... Amazing." she said, and Anton nodded.

"Yes..." he said. "You can tell how useful this could be..." he then chuckled "But I feel sorry for whoever just lost that Dagger of course."

They watched as one of the guards outside near the machine, carefully approached and picked up the dagger, which had a handle that looked to be of a smooth red stone, with the scabbard the same color, before the soldier drew it and looked as if he was impressed by the craftsmanship of the blade as it looked very sharp.

Patricia could only stare, which only caused Anton to chuckle. "If this test proves successful, Colonel Rosen," he said as he looked at the machine, "history will mark it as the day that humanity achieved the power to cross dimensions."


One Hour Later


After an hour of preparations, once again Patricia and Anton were gathered in the control center of the lab, after setting up a larger area for the Wolfsbayne to produce its U-Field. "All systems are operating within acceptable parameters, sir." One of the scientists said. "Energy is at 200%, we're ready for the first full test."

Anton nodded at that. "Good, then proceed, Mr. Aikawa." he said, and the scientist, who was of Japanese origin, nodded. "Yes sir."

With that, the scientist went about the keyboard at a fast pace, his eyes looking as the data streamed in across his screen. As he was doing this, the Wolfsbayne begun to hum louder that the first time that Patricia heard it do before. And soon the familiar arcs of electricity began to form.

"Power levels holding steady, Doctor," he said, and the familiar light to began to appear again, however this time, it was big enough for a M1 Abrams to pass through, and it slowly growing larger.

"Its working..." one of the scientists muttered, "Its actually working..."

Anton grinned "It is," he said. "Prepare the survey team, I want them to go through that thing in-" he was cut off by a large rumbling sound, and the arcs of energy began to waver sporadically. Warning alarms started going off. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" He shouted.

"I-I don't know!" Another Scientist said. "The Field is going crazy! Power levels are fluxing… Wolfsbayne is going haywire!"

"Shut it down!" Anton shouted, as the ball of energy began to grow "Shut it all down! Now!"

"I just did!" The Scientist shouted, "And it's still going!" Suddenly the ball of energy became clear, before it suddenly expanded and faster than they could blink the wave of energy blew past them, causing everyone to jump in surprise.

"What the shit!?" shouted one of the guards.

"Doctor Podolski, what just happened!?" shouted Patricia.

Anton just stood, as his eyes were wide in alarm.

"I'm not sure..." he said honestly. "But I have a feeling that this not a good sign, in fact..."


Bagram Air Base, Afghanistan


A soldier wearing the ACU uniform in the brand new Multicam camouflage, yawned as he was stuck with another boring round of Guard duty. Sitting in the turret of the MRAP, the soldier could only look up at the sky.

"Man, this sucks…" said Staff Sergeant Daniel J. Cobb. "Good thing this is my last tour, and then I'm going home for good."

"Bored out of your mind, Sarge?" said another with the rank insignia of Corporal on his uniform.

Daniel chuckled a bit. "Yeah," he said. "There is literally nothing to do here anymore but watch grass grow. I don't like getting shot at, but at least I was doing something productive rather than just standing around here."

The corporal chuckled. "Don't we all," he said. "Though I'm glad we're pulling soon. No more keeping my eyes open for IED's or bombs strapped to people's chest." He then looked at Daniel. "How's your brother been doing though?"

"Drew's been doing good," he said, nodding. "Still back home. Though I remember him saying that sometime this month a friend of his from South Carolina was coming over to visit - first time the two will ever see each other face-to-face."

The Corporal grinned at that. "That's good to hear. Didn't you say he was a- Huh?" Daniel looked at the Corporal and saw he was looking at something and turned to what he was looking at, before he blinked.

"What the hell?" he said in confusion, all the while grabbing his M4 carbine. In the distance, what looked like a white ball of light was flying across the air, seeming to fly right over them.

"Is that a fucking UFO?" The Corporal asked in disbelief, as the ball of light then suddenly flashed, and then began to rapidly expand in a clear ball of energy - which was reaching towards them!

"Hit the deck!" Daniel shouted as he shoved the Corporal down to the ground, as the wave of energy passed over them.

It soon passed over the entire base scaring the hell out of the base personnel, and soon the ball continued to spread as it engulfed the entire country before crossing the borders of Afghanistan and out into its neighbors and beyond.

"What the FUCK was that!?" shouted the Corporal, while Daniel was still spooked at what happened.


Yosemite International Airport.

Fresno, California.


In the terminal that was part of the major airport of the Californian City of Fresno, was a young man dressed in blue jeans, a blue shirt with an American flag and Bald Eagle on the front, with brown tennis shoes, and a levi jacket sat in one of the chairs reading a book by Glenn Beck. He had brown eyes, military crew cut hair, and a slight three o'clock shadow beard.

"So your online friend is coming all the way out from South Carolina to see ya for time, huh Drew?" an elderly voice said, and Drew J. Cobb looked at his grandmother, Lee Dawn Bisko.

"Yeah, though I didn't think he would have the time and money to do that." he said. "I gotta admit, I was shocked when he sent me that private message."

Lee could only chuckle. "Well Drew, even in this shit pool of an economy, good fortune always comes out." she said, and Drew smiled.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." he said, and went back to reading his book, as he had a sign that said '117Jorn' written in red ink resting on his lap.

"Your attention please," the intercom said. "Flight 9 from Charleston South Carolina is now disembarking from gate 3. Repeat..."

"And that should be him," D.J said as he looked up at the aforementioned gate, as people began to pile out. He held up his sign, waiting for his friend to spot him.

One of the last to walk out of the gate, was a young man who looked to be about twenty or so years old, standing at 5'10 with short brown hair, and brown eyes, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, sneakers, and a red shirt, with a bookbag carried on his back, and carrying a small duffel bag in his hand, and over his left shoulder was a laptop case. He seemed to look around for a moment, before he saw D.J.'s sign and smiled "D.J.! Patriot!" He called out, raising his hand "That you man?"

D.J. could only smile. "Yup, nice of you to show up!" he said, and then yawned. "Though I don't like waking up in the wee hours of the morning."

Lee snorted and laughed a bit before smacking her grandson on the shoulder, while Jordan '117Jorn' Tackett also laughed as well.

"Yeah, sorry." He said, "But I can't control when and where flights take off and land." He cracked his neck a bit "Man, that was a long flight though… then again, I never have been in an airliner before, so I wouldn't if mine counted as a long flight." He then looked at the older woman next to him "So, is this your grandmother, Patriot?"

D.J. nodded at that. "Yup, this my Grams, Lee Dawn Bisko. On my mother's side." he said, and Lee greeted her grandson's friend with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you Jordan." she said, and Jordan nodded.

"It's nice to meet you as well."


20 minutes later


After picking up Jordan's bags the three were about to leave when they saw a large group of people just staring at the large television screen.

"What's going on over there?" said D.J. as the three joined the crowd.

D.J. blinked as he saw the CNN news reporter talking.

"...still inconclusive." The news anchor said, "The U.S. government still has no idea what has caused this strange ball of light that has quickly crossed over the middle east and central asia, but it is clear that it is quickly gaining speed. It has already crossed over much of Europe, Asia, and Africa, and is expected to cross over the United States in less than three hours. The light seemed to originate somewhere in Afghanistan, and continues to expand across the world, and is even passing through space as it does so."

"Light?" Jordan asked confused "What the heck are they talking about?"

"I don't know." Drew said, as he looked at the map of said country where this light came from. "But Afghanistan is where my brother is stationed, I hope he's alright."

Jordan can understand the worry his friend has for his older brother, since he had one as well. However his thoughts were interrupted as the News Anchor spoke.

"We just received an update delivered by NASA! It appears that the growing dome of light has increased in speed, and is about to hit the West and East Coast in approximately ten minutes!" the anchor said worriedly, causing many of the people to to worry.

"O-Oh my God!"

"Is this some kind of sick joke, cause it doesn't sound funny to me!?"

Jordan, D.J and Lee looked surprise, as they looked at one another. "Maybe we should hurry up back to your place?" Jordan suggested, "If this turns out like the movies and shows when shit like this happens, there will be huge panics all over the place..."

D.J. nodded at that. "Yeah, you're right," he said and turned to his grandmother, who nodded and the three left the Airport Terminal.


Long Beach, Los Angeles County


"About six minutes remaining until the light wave hits!"

"All units report in!"

"Charlie Company is moving down Ximeno Avenue now, ETA 3 minutes!"

Across Los Angeles, the sight was the same in the panic brought about by the news report. Civilians were running amok as people panicked, and others looted nearby stores and houses. Though the former was far more numerous than the latter.

Quickly dispatching from Camp Pendleton, U.S Military Forces from the Army National Guard and Marine Corps were deploying to help law enforcement keep the peace and re establish order, as Humvees moved down the streets, and helicopters flew over the skies.

Flying over Belmont Heights, was a single U.S. Army Apache helicopter, it's crew watching the chaos below.

"Jesus Christ!" said the front gunner. "I hate to be the poor bastard who's down there getting that shit in order."

"Zip it, Marks!" said the pilot in the rear seat. "Just keep an eye on your scope!"

"I know that, Reiner!" The gunner said, and then sighed. "I just hope my wife and the kids got out when I told her."

"They'll be alright, buddy." Reiner said with a smile "Hopefully when this blows - shit! Nine-oh-clock!" The two pilots turned and their eyes widened as they saw what looked like a massive wall of clear energy with sparks of electricity coursing through it. And moving their way - fast.

"Whoa shit..." Marks muttered.

"Dammit! It's too early!" Reiner shouted as the wall headed right towards them, while passing over the sandy beaches of L.A. and through the city of Long Beach.

The two pilots closed their eyes as the wave passed over them.

The two opened their eyes and turned to the wave.

"What the fuck!?" Marks said, as he and Reiner were completely stunned by what just happened.

"That was... seemingly painless."

It wasn't long until the walls of light met, and began expanding into space, past the moon before stopping before Mars. Then in flash of light, the entire planet Earth, its moon, and its human population vanished.


Meanwhile - Panama

May 9th… Cosmic Era 71


Across Panama, the entire area was in total chaos as ZAFT Forces began their assault against the E.A defense forces. From the skies descended ZGMF-1017 GiNN's, while from the air came in additional support as AMF-101 DiNN's attack to support their ground forces. Across the naval bases, ships scrambled to aid in the defenses, but were being assaulted from both the air, and from ZAFT aquatic mobile suits such as GhOON's and ZnO's.

The Earth Alliance's own forces, which were mostly tanks, VTOL gunships, and fighter jets were clearly outmatched, as they were swapped aside easily by the titan-like machines. Near a random location, two GiNNs were taking potshots at a group of tanks, the pilots inside were smirking cockily. "This is too easy." The first pilot said.

However, moments after he said that, a beam of energy blasted forward, and shot the GiNN's head off, shocking the second M.S pilot as he turned to face the source, and saw another mobile suit - with a much more humanoid design - appear and leaped forward.

"W-What's that?"

"Is that the Earth Force's new Mobile Suit Strike?"

As the Unknown M.S approached, from above on a Guul the GAT-X102 Duel Gundam soared forward, and Yzak looked at it with narrowed eyes.

"No, it's not!" He shouted, just as more beam fire arrived, destroying two more GiNN's. Yzak tracked it down, and saw five more of the same MS arriving in the battlefield.

"Shit! There's more!" he cursed, as his radio picked up the chatter of the E.A. pilots.

"You had your fun! No it's our turn!"

"All of you Coordinators have gotten a little too Cocky!"

Before the two sides could resume their fight, they were suddenly distracted by as a flicker of flashes caught their attention.

"What the...? What was that?"

Yzak blinked as he looked, and recoiled slightly as suddenly a rapid wall of… energy seemed to pass over them, briefly reminding him of the wave of energy from the Cyclops System at JOSH-A, but it passed over him quickly… and he survived. "What the… hell?" He asked in surprise.

"The hell was that?" A Strike Dagger pilot asked.

"Who cares!" Another pilot shouted, as he fired his rifle, blasting apart another GiNN. "Kill the damn Patchworkers!"

"Son of a bitch!" Yzak cursed as he fired back at the Strike copies, destroying five of them. As he moved his mobile suit about, he caught something in his peripheral vision, and turned and he was shocked to see a village that wasn't there in the recon photos. "What the? Where did that village come from?"

He then saw that a group of Strike Daggers also saw the village, but what he heard made his blood run cold.

"What the hell? That village wasn't there before! Where did it come from?'"

"Don't worry about that damnit!" The Team Commander shouted. "ZAFT is right in front of us, and you're worrying about some damn village!?"

"Y-Yes sir!" The Strike Dagger pilot said, as he continued to engage ZAFT over the Village. Yzak could see even from here people in the village running around, in fear and confusion, away from the fighting going on around them.

"Dammit! They don't even care about their own people!" Yzak shouted as he maneuvered the Duel and fired a few shots from his beam rifle nailing one Strike Dagger before it could step on a house. By now, the villagers were in full panic mode as they began to run outside the village and right into a group of EA soldiers who pointed their guns at them.

"What the hell are you people doing here!?" Shouted one the officer in charge. All the while the civilians looked in fear, and more confusion, as they raised their hands.

"P-Please sir! We don't know what's going on!" said one of the villagers, an old man by the looks of it.

"What's going on?" The officer shouted as he pointed at the GiNN's flying overhead "ZAFT is attacking! That's what's going on!"

"Z-ZAFT?" The Man asked, fear and confusion spread across his face "Who… what are you talking about?"

The whole group of EA soldiers all just blinked at that.

"Have you people been living under a rock for years!?" shouted one soldier incredulously.

The villagers along with the women and children all grew more fearful and confused by what the soldiers.

"P-Please, just don't hurt us! We didn't do anything wrong!" shouted a woman as she held a child as if to protect him.

The Officer just looked at them all in confusion, but before he could say anything a GiNN suddenly lands right next to their village where they stood, and begun firing its 75mm rounds at the EA Strike Daggers, the sudden appearance causing the villagers to panic and tried to rush past the EA soldiers.

"Oh shit!" shouted one soldier, before firing off his gun, into the group of people causing a chain reaction to cause the other soldiers to fire as well.

"No, you idiots!" shouted the officer, as the rounds hit the panic strickened people.

In the Duel, Yzak saw the Alliance troops fire into the villagers, causing his blood to boil in anger. "That's it!" He shouted, as he landed the Duel right next to them, and he rose his shield, and bashed it into the position of EA soldiers, crushing them all - while saving the villagers - or at least the ones that survived the slaughter.

Sighing, Yzak stood his Duel back up, as he looked at the Villagers. He could see many were now crying over the men women and children who had died from the EA's attack, while others continued to run in fear and confusion.

He then keyed his radio. "This is pilot Joule, the Alliance just shot up a group of civilians! Send some medical units to my location, NOW!" he shouted before he slammed his hand into the console. "What the hell is going on!?"


Back in Long Beach


"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Marks shouted as what looked like bolts of electricity almost shot their Apache out of the sky. "Where the HELL did that come from?"

"What the- What the hell is that!? Six oh-clock!" Reiner shouted, as their Apache quickly maneuvered down low. Mark looked, and saw a strange vehicle with a very large cannon mounted on top of it. It fired another shot of yellow energy their way, but Mark cursed as he moved his Apache down to avoid the shot.

"What the fuck is that thing?" Marks shouted as he moved his Apache, doing everything he can to avoid being shot by the bolts of lightning it was firing.

"I don't know!" Reiner shouted, "But it's shooting at us! Arming Hellfires!"

The gunship then flew around avoiding more shots from the artillery like vehicle, before lining up a shot and going into a attack.

"I got tone! Eat this asshole!" with that he fired the AGM at the cannon truck which streaked toward it before it connected, causing the vehicle to erupt in a fireball.

After taking a breath, after nearly getting shot down they then heard shouting.

"This is Bravo Company! We're under fire! Goddammit! Who the hell is shooting at us?!"

"Alpha Company! These guys literally just appeared out of nowhere and started shooting us!"

"Charlie Company here! Same here! They've got- SHIT! TANK! THEY HAVE A TANK! UNKNOWN MODEL! WE NEED AIR SUPPORT NOW GODDAMNIT!"

"This is Elk Hunter 0-2! The whole L.A. area is turning into a goddamn warzone! Someone talk to me! What the hell is going on!?"

"What's going on!? A few minutes ago it was all peaceful, now we're in the middle of a warzone!" Marks shouted as they looked down below and saw explosions and bullet tracers all over. Civilians were running around in a panic trying to get away.

"Worry about that later!" Reiner said. "Our guys need air support ASAP! We're heading to Charlie now!"

Marks just nodded, knowing that his friend was right as their Chopper banked right and headed deeper into the warzone that used to be their homes.


Orb Union,

Onogoro

Three hours later


Uzumi Nara Athha along with the whole Orb Parliament were gathered around a television as they watched what looked appeared to be an invasion of the all major countries of the Earth Alliance. However the strange thing was... they were being attacked by military equipment from before the Reconstruction War.

"Where did these forces come from?" Came the first person to ask, the head of the Mizutori Family, a woman with long red hair and green eyes. "Reports are coming in that they seemed to appear out of no where… and why use such old weaponry?"

"It doesn't appear to just be the Atlantic Federation," The head of the Kashima family, a man with black hair and blue eyes said. "Eurasia, South Africa, East Asia… we are even getting reports of small fights going on in Scandinavia and the Equilateral Union! It's happening around the globe!"

"There are also areas in which whole towns, cities, and even small villages that weren't there before just appeared out of thin air!" said Unato Ema Seiran. "A whole village just appeared near the fighting near Panama, and the people living there were confused and panicked at what was happening!"

"There's also something else..." said Rondo Mina Sahaku, head of the Sahaku family, as she flipped the channel of the TV, showing another city under attack. "This here is Beijing, capital of the Republic of East Asia, like everywhere else you can see EA forces fighting these invaders… but look closely." They did as asked, as the camera showed the EA Forces engaging the unknown enemies. However as the fighting progressed, they got a good view of an enemy tank and troops surrounding it, and Mina paused it right there.

"Look at the Tank's insignias and the Troops uniforms," she said. "Notice anything off about them?"

The other nobles looked at the still image, until Uzumi noticed the insignia and flag patches on the tank and uniforms. He blinked at what he was seeing.

"That's..." Uzumi said, and Mina nodded.

"Yes, that's the flag of the former People's Republic of China," she said. "And those aren't the only ones. We've been getting scattered reports of men and women flying the colors and using the equipment of the Canadian Military, German Army, Royal Air Force, the United States Armed Forces, and many many more."

"But… those countries all fell after the Reconstruction War!" The Mizutori Family head said, "They were merged to make nations like the Atlantic Federation, East Asia Republic, and the Eurasian Federation!"

"Apparently... these people didn't get the memo," said the Kashima head. "And now the whole world has gone crazy."

"ZAFT will undoubtedly use this to their advantage," said Unato. "The Atlantic Federation has called back all their forces in order to quell this... Rebellion."

"This is more than a simple Rebellion," Mina said shaking her head. "This is happening everywhere, all at once. It's not isolated in one single part of the world. Even in areas where there isn't as much fighting, there is a lot of confusion going around. And just look at the size of their forces - how could such a massive force be built without anyone noticing? And why is it that ZAFT, the Colonies, and Orb is being practically ignored during all of this?"

The other nobles were also confused by that. They wondered why the same thing wasn't happening in their nation, and the space colonies, including the PLANTs.

Uzumi's eyes narrowed in thought, before speaking.

"We have to find the source of all this." he said, and the nobles all looked at the Represenative.

"And where do you propose we look Uzumi?" the Kashima head said.

Uzumi sighed. "As much as I hate it," he said. "Our best best is to investigate where the toughest fighting is seeming to take place… the Atlantic Federation, at the former United States." He glanced up. "Contact Captain Ramius and the Archangel's crew," he said. "We may need their help if they are willing."


Archangel Drydock

Izanagi Island


The crewmembers of the former EA warship Archangel were all gathered around a television and the looks on their faces told it all as they watched as the entire planet has gone insane.

"This is nuts!"

"There's fighting in every single country!"

"Well the hell did these guys come from!?"

"Is Orb going to be attacked soon?"

These concerns were heard across the ship, and in her own quarters, Captain Murrue Ramius watched the screen in a similar state, a deep look of concern across her face. While she knew that the A.F nearly tried to have them all killed at JOSH-A, she was still watching as her old homeland was being attacked seemingly relentlessly. However something deep inside her said that there was more to whatever was going on here.

'Did it have something to do with that flash of light?' She wondered, as she recalled the brief flash of light which passed over Orb hours ago.

"The situation back home is chaotic," she turned and saw Mu La Flaga, with a serious frown on her face. "Many of the crew are worried about their families."

Murrue nodded at that.

"Yeah, and I think it has to do with that light we saw," she said. "It just seems too coincidental..."

Mu nodded. "You might be right," he said, before he shrugged. "But, on the bright side… whoever is attacking the rest of the world hasn't attacked us, and all EA forces are being recalled to defend their homelands, so that means they probably won't try to attack Orb for its Mass Driver… yet anyways."

Murrue nodded at that. "That's true, which means it will give Orb, not to mention the PLANTs, time to regroup," she said, and Mu nodded.

"Yep, of course we have to find out why this happening in the first place."

"Which is why I'm ordering an investigation," they turned and saw Uzumi along with two soldiers.

"Sir!" Murrue said, as she and Mu began to salute, but Uzumi shook his head.

"At ease, remember you're technically still part of the OMNI Enforcer, not the Orb Union," he said before he sighed. "Orb needs to find out what is going on… which is why I am asking you if you and your crew is willing to investigate the Atlantic Federation, and find out what is going on."

Both Murrue and Mu looked at him in surprise. "Investigate?" Mu asked. "Well… we probably could, but if the AF sees the Archangel approaching-"

"Erica has a few ideas to solve that," Uzumi said with a small smile. "She believes she can upgrade the Archangel to submerge under water, and allow you to sneak in undetected. We are also willing to lend you some of our Astray's and their pilots for the Archangel to utilize - even with Mr. Yamato's new Mobile Suit and with the return of your Strike, you only have two Mobile Suits."

The two blinked at that. "T… Thank you, Lord Uzumi. But, what about the Buster?" Murrue asked, and Uzumi nodded at that.

"At the moment, the Buster is too damaged to send into combat," he said. "Also, if you don't mind, I wish to send to send that ZAFT pilot you captured back to the PLANTs."

Mu and Murrue both nodded at that, seeing as they no longer see ZAFT as the enemy, they might as well release their sole prisoner.

"He's all yours, Lord Uzumi," Murrue said and Uzumi nodded. "We'll have some of our men transfer him over to you."

"Thank you," Uzumi said. "All we need is to give Erica the go-ahead to start the upgrades. It shouldn't take long - a week at most. And we will transfer the Astray's onboard as soon as I can find the volunteers."

The two nodded at that.

"While we're in the Atlantic Federation, what will you be doing, Sir?" Mu asked, and Uzumi sighed.

"I will have to contact the other neutral nations, as well as contact the PLANTs, but with Zala now leading them…" he groaned at that, while the two, now former, EA officers just sighed.

"I doubt he will listen, Lord Uzumi." said Murrue.

"Maybe," he said. "Though I hope the rest of the PLANT Council will. And even Zala will admit this situation deserves some level of investigation, especially after what happened during their attack at Panama."

"Let's hope so." said Mu, while Murrue also agreed.


Lagrange Point 5

PLANTs

Aprilius One


In the Council Chamber of the PLANTs, the council members, including Patrick Zala, the new Chairman, Ezalia Joule, Yuri Amalfi, and several others were all watching the news coverage of the total chaos happening on Earth. More Specifically, all the Earth Alliance nations.

"...North America, South America, the British Isles, Germany, France, Russia, China, Taiwan..." Yuri Amalfi read out the names on the report "Almost every single nation of the Earth Alliance is at war with factions using Pre-Reconstruction War military hardware, and is attacking on every single front imaginable. Even non-member nations like the Equilateral Union, and Scandinavia are in states of confusion as unknown forces appeared out of nowhere."

"It's even happening in Oceania," Ezalia said, "But the fighting there seems to have died down a bit, but there is still a lot of confusion going on, and we can't get clear reports, since our men on Earth are just as confused."

Not to mention there's the mystery of how three villages that suddenly just appeared near the Panama Mass Driver, where our recon reports say, they weren't there to begin with." said Tad Elsman. "They were not there 24 hours, and our forces who entered those villages say the buildings looked as if they were constructed hundreds of years ago!"

"Have we been able to get anything out of the villagers?" said Louise Lietner, while Yuri shook his head.

"Most of the locals are too frightened to even make a single coherent sentence." said Yuri. "But, from what our troops report, they're confused as hell as they never heard of ZAFT, the EA, or the war that is going on. They never even heard of what a Coordinator is!"

The other councilors looked at Yuri in shock "Impossible!" Said Eileen Canaver, "How could they possibly not have known about Coordinators and ZAFT?! They must be lying!"

"Why would they lie about it?" Parnel Jesek said, "They have nothing to gain for lying about knowing of the existence of Coordinators and ZAFT. And at that mention, they don't have any more to gain about not knowing what the EA is either. And considering how willing the EA forces were to gun them down if Pilot Joule's report is accurate..."

Orson White sighed at that. "I saw the report. About 23 people, most of them women and children, dead, plus over a few dozen injured." he said. "The serious cases probably won't make it."

"It's obvious that this situation warrants an investigation." said Patrick as he stood up. "While this gives us an opportunity to regroup and regain the manpower we lost at JOSH-A, these incidents can't be ignored."

"I agree with you, Patrick. But where do you think we should start?" Ezalia stated, as a map of the world came up, red showing nations that were affected minorly, and dark red showing nations where fighting is most severe. "We can't find anything out in the Neutral Nations, since the fighting's died down somewhat, while the E.A. nations are completely embroiled in infighting."

"Then those would be the best places to investigate," Patrick said, "The heaviest fighting seems focused around the Atlantic Federation… Athrun and the Justice is in the Pacific, looking for the Freedom… perhaps it may be best he heads in there to investigate. If we are lucky, he may find the Freedom somewhere in that mess."

"You may be right," Ezalia said, "However, sending your son in there alone with all of that fighting would be near suicide - even with the capabilities of the Justice. And now that the EA has begun mass production of their own Mobile Suits..."

Patrick grimly nodded at that, knowing that now that the Earth Alliance had Mobile suits, and lots of them, they will overwhelm their positions at either Kaohsiung or Victoria. Not to mention the Forces attacking the E.A. wouldn't stand a chance for long.

"Then we best move quickly." he said, and turned to Yuri. "Who can we send to help the Justice?"

Yuri sighed "We only have so many able pilots on earth after Panama and JOSH-A, " he said, "The only team I believe would be the best to send in is the Collin Team, they've been given the first batch of GuAIZ units, so they should be able to handle themselves against the EA's new Mobile Weapons."

Patrick nodded at that, and turned to a Greencoat guard, "Have Commander Collin report here at once!" he ordered and the soldier saluted and left to fetch said Commander.

While this was happening, all over the PLANTs, every single person was looking at the screen in awe and confusion as they saw men and women, dressed in Pre-CE military uniforms, and wielding weapons from era, fighting Alliance Troops. One of these was a ZAFT greencoat with tanned skin, and military cut red hair.

'Man, this is insane.' the ZAFT soldier said. 'Its happening everywhere on Earth… who are these people?'

Martin DaCosta picked out his phone, and dialed up one of the numbers on it. He heard the phone ringing for a moment, before someone answered it "DaCosta, that you?" A male voice said.

Martin nodded "Yes sir," he said, "Have you checked the news lately? Earth has turned into a complete warzone down there!"

"Yeah, we're ALL watching it,"the voice said. "I can't just believe what I'm seeing! Not to mention the guys fighting the Alliance are using old military equipment from the Pre-RW era, especially what used to be the old United States."

"You think Zala would use this to ZAFT's advantage?" DaCosta asked, and he heard a sigh.

"No. Even with the Atlantic Federation and the other EA nations struggling to maintain control, I doubt Zala would try something with the amount of forces we have right now," the voice said. "With all the chaos going on down there, it's best ZAFT focused on securing our current footholds on earth. But we do need to find out what's going on down there."

"It's likely Zala will send someone to investigate the hot spots," DaCosta said.

"Agreed," The voice said, "Which is why we should send in someone to investigate too… I'm going to give the go-ahead for the Harken Team to head down to Earth, and find out what the heck is going on."

DaCosta blinked at that. "The Black Tri Stars?" he said.

"Yup, their Custom units are perfect for ground combat, a drop pod ship will move over North America, and drop them off," the voice said. "Hopefully, they'll be able to find out something. In the meantime, head on back to the ship."

DaCosta nodded at that. "Right, I'm on my way back." he said and then hung up the phone and left the crowd to head back to the Eternal.


A Week later

Auberry, California


It had been a week since the massive fighting broke out, and so far, things were still a bit chaotic as the fighting has yet to go down. While coastlines have been hit the hardest by whoever was attacking the United States, more rural areas that are further away from civilization have - thankfully - been largely ignored in all of the fighting.

In the home of D.J Cobb and his family, everyone had gathered around the T.V as they watched the news for any updates as to what was going on. Jordan was there also, as he had put his bags away and currently had his laptop pulled out, and was searching the web for any information as to what the heck was going on.

"The fighting has completely overtaken Washington D.C," The News Anchor said, "We… we have reason to believe that the President may have been killed in the attack, but it is still unconfirmed… most of the government has also been listed as missing or killed… and reports from New York shows the United Nations building is burning and is under attack..."

As the News Anchor said this, they showed signs of battle in numerous well known cities across America. New York, Los Angeles, Philadelphia, New Jersey, Seattle, even Washington D.C enveloped in war. And it was not just the U.S, but numerous other cities like London, Berlin, and other foreign nations were in the same boat as they were.

"It's like the fucking Apocalypse…" Jordan muttered as he looked at the screen, now wearing a dark green and black camo-colored trench coat he had brought with him. "It's just total chaos out there…"

D.J. nodded as he held his Yugo Mauser M24/47 rifle he got out of the safe in the barn. And his attire had changed as he was wearing his woodland BDU, and Load bearing gear, with a PASGT helmet sitting next to him.

"Yeah… we should be thankful they're not up here as of yet," he said as he looked as his rifle, as well as the weapons held by his father, stepfather, and his uncle. "And all we got are bolt action rifles and pump-action shotguns, while I have stuff for carrying 30 round mags for AKs and AR-15s."

D.J.'s stepfather, Tony Borelli, looked at him. "Hey, you told us before, Drew, any weapon is good as long as you're good with it." he said and D.J. sighed.

"I know that, Tony. Did you manage to get a hold of Bruce, Ralph, Jim, or any of the others?" he said, and his step father nodded.

"Bruce is heading over with his gun collection, Jim is getting his family together, and Ralph says that he's getting edgy." he said, with a sigh. "Just what the hell is going on?"

D.J looked at Jordan "You finding anything on there?" He asked, and he sighed.

"The entire Internet is in a fucking frenzy," he said. "Facebook, Youtube, Tumbler, Twitter and everywhere else is getting flooded with info, and I'm trying to make sense out of all of this." He shook his head. "It's just a total-" however he stopped as he paused, looking at his screen "Huh?"

"What?" D.J asked, looking at his friend. "What did you find?"

"Hang on, give me a sec!" Jordan said as he clicked the mouse a few times. He watched his screen for a few moments, before he recoiled slightly with wide eyes. "What the fuck?" He shouted. "T-That can't be right!"

D.J. and the rest of his family blinked at his reaction.

"What is it Jordan?" said Ronda Borelli, D.J.'s mother and Jordan turned the laptop to him showing what it was. And it was D.J. who was caught off guard as he recoiled.

"The shit!?" he shouted. Paused on a video on the screen, was the image of a battlefield in a city. However walking through the city were a column of men and women in very familiar white and red uniforms. But their attention was immediately drawn to a pair of massive towering 18 meter tall machines walking next to them.

"W-What are those?" Ronda shouted, pointing at the two machines.

"GAT-01 Strike Daggers…" Jordan said in a stunned gaze, not believing what he had found. "This… this was just posted a few minutes ago… t-those… those are Mobile Suits from Gundam SEED!"

The eyes of everyone widened at that.

"You mean that Japanese Cartoon you always watch, Drew," said D.J.'s younger brother, John Ronald Borelli, which caused said Military otaku to sigh in irritation.

"Yes John… But right now, THIS is very bad! If those guys are who me and Jorn think they are... we're so screwed!" he said, and made his family very uneasy.

"Drew, what the hell are you talking about?" said John Bisko, D.J.'s grandfather.

"In Gundam SEED, there are guys wearing those exact same uniforms, and have those exact same machines," Jordan said, still looking scared. "They're the Earth Alliance, and the Atlantic Federation! In short: imagine a fascist, totalitarian, xenophobic version of the United States controlled by Terrorists with Nuclear Weapons! And they're at war with a group of genetically enhanced humans who live in space colonies, called ZAFT, and have more of these machines, and some of their leaders would want nothing more than to see Earth burn, LITERALLY." He grabbed his head. "Oh shit, oh fucking shit, this isn't good!"

"Whoa wait a minute!" Said Cliff Cobb, D.J.'s biological father. "What does that mean?"

D.J. looked at his father with a grim look.

"It means, dad. Whatever the cause of it," he said, and looked at the image. "We just landed smack dab in the middle of the Cosmic Era of Gundam SEED, more specifically, one of the Bloody Valentine Wars!"

That made everyone really uneasy.

"Y… You don't think it had something to do with that bright wall of light?" Said Monte Bisko, D.J.'s uncle.

"I'm not sure, Uncle Mont," D.J. said, a bit unsurely. "I don't have all the answers."

Before anyone could say, loud slamming on the front door of the house was heard, making everyone jump. D.J. took up his rifle and walked to the door, before he sighed in relief.

"It's just Bruce." he said, and opened the door, for one of Tony's friends, Bruce, who looked as if he ran a marathon. "You okay, Bruce?" he said, and the man nodded.

"Yeah… Drew, get the guns and ammo in my truck," he said and turned to Tony. "You better go with him Tony, I brought everything from the closet."

Tony nodded and he and his stepson went outside to get the firearms. With Jordan, who blinked at hearing the words 'everything from the closet' went to see for himself, and also help.

Fifteen minutes, the three brought in at least twenty guns, which included some SKS's, Mausers, Mosin-Nagants, along with a FN FAL, and a CETME G3. They also brought in enough ammunition to supply a full infantry company.

"Jeez! That's a lot of guns!" Jordan said as he looked at all of the firearms laid out before them now in the living room. "Is this all of it?"

D.J. nodded at that, "Yeah, I told ya before. Bruce is the one guy who knows where to get the guns," he said, as he picked up the FN FAL, before removing the mag, checking if it was loaded, which it was, and took four mags, and placed them in the SAW pouches on his belt.

"Considering who it is, we're up against...I'm not complaining!" Jordan said as he picked up a Yugo SKS, "Though I wish he had a SOCOM M14. No offense old timer."

Bruce shrugged at that. "None taken. I also got some news." he said and the others looked at him.

"What news?" D.J. asked.

"I heard that the US Army is falling back to the southern states," Bruce said. "It seems fighting in Texas, Alabama, the Carolinas and such has died down a bit, and the U.S have managed to maintain control there. But everything from Virginia to Maine is getting taken over by whoever the hell these guys are. As for anyone here in California, whoever hasn't retreated to there are falling back to the Sierras."

Jordan and D.J.'s eyes widened at that.

"Oh shit… that means they're heading straight for us!" D.J. said.

"Well… at least its our guys, and not theirs." Jordan said, "I'd rather not have to live with a bunch of Fascist AF Troops."

"Yeah, but still, if they come in this area, we'll have a 21st Century version of the Pusan Perimeter or the Battle of the Bulge." D.J. said, "And I, for one, do NOT wanna through the shit the troops within the encirclement they went through back then."

Jordan nodded at that, having read what the 101st Airborne and the ROK and U.S. troops in those respective battles went through.

"You're right about that." he said and looked at Bruce. "Do you know which units are coming in this area?"

"From what I've heard, it sounds like the remnants of the I Marine Expeditionary Force, along with the 40th Infantry Division, and elements of the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment." Bruce said, "Along with what's left of the Air Force that managed to evacuate out of Air Force Bases like Travis, Vandenberg, Beagle, Edwards, and Los Angeles. They should be moving into the area right now."

The others were all stunned by that.

"I always predicted a foreign invasion but this is ridiculous!" D.J. said, but then Bruce spoke again.

"It gets worse, apparently they're not the only ones as over thousands of refugees are moving with the military from the coast." he said and everyone immediately paled at that.

"Oh shit…" Jordan muttered. "That's just fucking perfect, Refugee's already… we're gonna get swamped with people in just a matter of days at this rate."

"Not to mention the military will be desperate for troops, so they'll probably draft or ask for volunteers among the Refugees," said D.J. with a sigh. "It would most likely be the former than the latter."

"But what about Daniel?" said Cliff. "The news said that light came from Afghanistan. That place is already a shithole with the Taliban around, now he and our troops already there have to deal with these assholes?!"

"As much as I hate to say it, we can't worry about Daniel right now," Jordan said, shaking his head. "There's nothing we can do to help him or find out how he's doing, all we can do is make sure we ourselves survive this shitstorm. We can only hope its not nearly as bad over there like it is here."

"I hope you're right Jorn." D.J. said. "But since Afghanistan is also a part of the Equilateral Union, the fighting has most probably stopped."

He then sighed. "Of course, we don't know how the Marines, Army and the Air Force left here in California would last, considering the Atlantic Federation has MOBILE SUITS that could probably take a hit from a M1 Abrams main gun!"

"Well, considering the fact that a ZGMF-1017 GiNN uses 75mm rounds in its machine gun, and it does okay, while the Abrams use 105mm to 120mm rounds…" Jordan suggested, "We at least have a fighting chance I guess… if the Earth Federation from MSG could fight Zeon for over a year with conventional vehicles until they got Mobile Suits, so could the U.S Army against the Earth Alliance assuming they can keep their cool."

"I hope your right Jorn, I really hope you are."


Meanwhile, 4 miles above L.A.


A single object, glowing bright red was dropping through the atmosphere of the planet, rapidly descending over the skies of California. It soon broke cloud cover, before the object appeared to break apart. Inside the object appeared four ZGMF-600 GuAIZ's, each one colored black with grey joints and a cobalt trim. Fell down in a perfect formation before they lined up into a V formation, their thrusters activating as they began to soar over the skies of California.

"I always wanted to visit California." said one of the pilots, "Just not under THESE circumstances."

"I know what you mean, from what we saw of the footage, it's looks like something from that old film, Battle: Los Angeles." said another pilot in a female voice.

"Let's hope we can find out what's going on down there," A third male voice said, "Maybe help whoevers giving the AF such a hard time here. Any sign of the Justice? They said we'd meet up with him after we entered the atmosphere..."

"Nothing yet, Boss." said the pilot of the fourth machine. "But - Wait! I'm picking up something..."

It was a few moments before the ZAFT pilot spoke again.

"Hey Commander! Listen to this!"

In the lead machine, Wilson Collin, the Commander of the Collin team blinked as he tuned in the frequency.

"...argent Baker of Tango Company! We've got shit tons of those bastards surrounding us!" A voice shouted on the Comm. "They got more of those Giant fucking Robots! We need backup here now! Air Support, Naval Support, don't care what!"

"I swear man, it's the North Koreans, I'm telling ya!"

"Not now Johnson!"

"Fuck! Here they come again!"

Wilson blinked when he heard the words "Giant Robot", which meant they under attack by Mobile Suits.

"Where's the signal coming from, Franz?" he asked one of his wingmen.

"Tracking…" Franz said. "Got it! Their coming from about five miles from here, the old Griffith Observatory in L.A. We can get there in a few minutes if we gun it!"

"What about the Justice?" asked the female pilot.

"We'll worry about that later," Wil said. "Hopefully he'll hear our radio chatter and come investigate. For now, let's go help those poor bastards."

With that, the four GuAIZ changed their trajectory and headed toward the Griffith Observatory.


Just offshore

BGM 'The Sun's gone Dim' by Johann Johannsson


The ZGMF-X09A Justice stood on it's flight lifter as it hovered just off the coast of L.A.

In the cockpit, Athrun Zala could see the smoke plumes coming from the city. Buildings burning, tracer rounds flying across the skies, and explosions still going off on the ground. The ZAFT pilot couldn't take his eyes off of the blazes he saw before him, ever since he joined ZAFT he had never once seen a sight of total and absolute devastation and destruction, not even the Bloody Valentine was like this.

He then maneuvered his Gundam forward, keeping an eye out for Atlantic Federation Forces that would try to shoot him down if they saw him. That is if they can.

As he flew over the city he saw many abandoned or destroyed vehicles littering the streets, along with… dead bodies.

However then his radio began to pick both AF, and other chatter.

"Incoming! Here they come again!"

"Fuck! Look at the size of that damn thing!"

"I've got tone! Fox Two!"

"Enemy Tanks! Where are the Daggers?"

"Just keep the damn pressure on them!"

"Here comes more of them - wait, those machines look different! Who are they?"

"Shit! Those look like ZAFT GiNNs!"

Athrun perked at that, and immediately, set out the channel he was given to contact the team he was suppose to meet.

"Attention this is ZAFT Special Forces Agent, Athrun Zala. Collin Team, do you read me?" he said into the radio, and waited for a moment until he got a response.

"...well, look who finally decided to show up!" a voice came through. "This is Wilson Collin, leader of Collin Team! Glad you could make it to the party, Special Agent Zala!"

"What's your current position?" he asked as he continued to fly over the city.

"We're attacking AF Forces around the Griffith Observatory," Wilson said. "We've got a bunch of those guys being assaulted by AF Mobile Suits and Infantry, so we decided to give them a hand! Sure could use your help up here, sir!"

Athrun then pressed a few buttons as he logged in the coordinates into the computer and maneuvered his machine in that direction.

"Commander Collin, I'm inbound to your position now. Hang tight!"

"Don't worry! We're not going anywhere!"


Griffith Observatory


The men of Tango Company, of what had used to be the 18th Cavalry Regiment of the California National Guard, were having a crappy, but also weird day. They were normally assigned to help in keeping peace within the city, when that damn wall of light suddenly went through L.A. a week ago. And now, here they were, fighting an enemy that appeared out of nowhere, and after having lost the rest of the Regiment, found themselves here, with the only remaining M60A3 tank of their unit still running but running out of shells. And now these bastards were closing in on them with those damn giant-fucking-robots.

Then if that weren't enough four more, different types, of giant robots arrived and started kicking the shit out of those assholes.

The men of Tango Company just watched as one of the unknown Machines landed, as the more humanoid one took out a freaking lightsaber, and in a stabbing motion charged forward with its thrusters. However the first machine simply side-stepped and raised the large shield attached to its left forearm, activating a pair of lightsabers from it in a claw-like fashion, and sliced the hand off. The machine turned it head and fired off some sort of high caliber cannon at the mono-eyed machine, but the Black and Cobalt machine just stabbed it the torso with its own lightsabers and kicked it down. Launching back up into the air before the machine exploded.

"Okay…" One of the soldiers said as they saw that happen "That was actually kinda awesome!"

"Shut up, Johnson!" said First Sergeant Baker, the only highest ranking soldier left in Tango Company. "The rest of you start shooting back!"

The National Guardsmen did just that as they began to pour lead in the red and white uniformed soldiers who were beginning to retreat from the ZAFT machines.

The U.S. troopers then began to advance as the unknown enemy began to retreat from the area, while the blue and white human robots were busy dealing with the cyclops, who were also beginning to fall back as well.

Then, the sound of engines was heard overhead as the Troops looked up, and saw another machine fly overhead - this one colored crimson red and flying on top of a large box-like aircraft, before it jumped off and the object it was flying on attached itself onto his back. It then drew out two of the Lightsabers, and disarmed - literally disarmed - the closest enemy Machine before kicking it away.

"Holy SHIT!" shouted another Trooper.

"Stay focused!" shouted Baker and they kept firing at the enemy troops who were by now in full-panicked-retreat. When the last of the enemy had run, Baker began signaling his men to stop firing. "Cease fire! Cease fire!"

He then watched as the newcomers dealt with the last of those other machines and then headed in their direction before stopping in front of the curious Guardsmen.

In the cockpit of the Justice, Athrun looked at the men in surprise and confusion. He zoomed in on their uniforms, and saw not only were they in old Army Combat Uniforms (ACU), but on their shoulder patches where the images of the old United States flag on them.

'United States?' he thought. 'But they've been defunct since the Reconstruction War ended… who are these guys?'

However his thoughts were interrupted when he heard Collin's voice on his GuAIZ's loudspeaker.

"Who's in charge?"

Athrun then saw one of the 'U.S.' soldiers step forward and began to wave to show he was the leader. He saw that his rank insignia identifies him as a Company First Sergeant.

"That would be me," he said. "First Sergeant Fredrick J. Baker, U.S Army Tango Company, 18th Cavalry Regiment of the California National Guard. Though I am glad for your assistance… please tell me who the fuck you people are?"

Now that threw Athrun, through a loop. These people have never heard of ZAFT?

He could hear Collin sigh at that. "I think it's best we talk back at your CP?"

The First Sergeant groaned a bit at that. "Follow us back to the Observatory…" he said, as he and the troopers returned back to the building, which was now sporting plenty of battle damage. The four ZAFT GuAIZ's and the Justice soon followed close behind. Athrun's sensors went off, as he spotted an old M60 Patton Tank next to the building, its turret facing them but not firing - obviously making sure they didn't try anything funny. However Athrun knew there wasn't much it could do - to the Justice at least, as did the other Collin team pilots.

He then spotted two of the U.S. Guardsmen escorting a group of 8 Atlantic Federation foot soldiers, and one in a pilot suit. He then saw one of the soldiers stop the group, before looking the group of prisoners, up and down, before he saw the man's face turn a bit pale, and realization before backing up and darting back into the building.

"What was that about?" Athrun asked no one. However the First Sergeant saw this, and groaned.

"Johnson, go see what's wrong with Jenkins," he said. "He's been acting weird all day."

"Yes sir!" Johnson said with a salute before he proceeded to track down his friend and fellow Guardsman, while another one took his place to keep an eye on the captured AF Troops. He then spotted two examining the pilot's helmet, both with confused, but intrigued faces.

Other soldiers were examining captured weapons and other equipment they took off the AF soldiers, more specifically, the firearms.

The Mobile suits then stopped and placed themselves at the four corners of the building, while the Justice stopped in front. Athrun sighed as he made sure his sidearm was holstered before he deactivated the PS armor of the Justice, and opened the hatch. He grabbed the decent cable as it brought him down to the ground.

The U.S Army troops kept their eyes on Athrun once he descended, while others were intrigued at how the Mobile Suit seemed to change colors as it powered down.

"Now that's a bit… interesting." said one of the troopers and Athrun soon touched the ground.

Many of the Guardsmen were confused as to how short Athrun was. But when he proceeded to take off his helmet, their eyes widened the size of saucers, as they saw he was just a teenager.

"What the hell?"

"He's just a kid!"

"Shit, my son's older than him!"

The First Sergeant was also shocked as he looked at the young man - who looked no older than 15 - was apparently the one who piloted that giant machine that decimated the other machines. "You piloted that thing?" He asked incredulously, pointing at the Justice.

Athrun looked a bit surprised, however he nodded, "Yes, I am." he said, "My name is Athrun Zala, Special Forces Agent of the Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty, or ZAFT."

The First Sergeant groaned as he held the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Okay, that's the tenth fucking time I heard that… Can somebody PLEASE give me a fucking clear solid answer as to what this fucking ZAFT is!?" The Guardsmen shouted out loud, until Collin, who walked forward with his helmet off, showing his dark grey hair, and neon green eyes stepped forward.

"ZAFT is the military organization and the official military of the PLANT Colonies," he said. "Unlike the Alliance's OMNI Enforcer, we are more or less a militia made up of civilian volunteers, and don't use a genuine and formal rank structure. But as you can see, we are more than capable of taking on the EA's military with our Mobile Suits."

The Sergeant looked at Collins, before he sighed. "Well, it's the best answer I've gotten all day," he said. "All of the prisoners we get keep saying shit about 'Patchworkers' and 'Space Monsters'... don't know what the hell their blabbering about, you look human enough to me." However he then looked at Athrun. "But… kids? Really?"

Collin quirked an eyebrow that. "Wait, you've never heard of Coordinators?" he asked incredulously, and everyone of the soldiers began to murmur to each other.

"Coordinator?"

"What the heck is a Coordinator?"

"Beats the hell out of me."

These were the comments that Athrun and Collin and they were completely surprised by what they were hearing. However, their attention was diverted when the one called Johnson, was bringing the soldier that freaked out, but his eyes widened again when he saw Athrun, which confused the teen even more.

"Dude! Cut that out, it's freaking us all out!" said Johnson as he smacked Jenkins on the back. "Now, show the Sarge what you shown me."

Jenkins nodded as he walked towards the Sergeant, still keeping an eye on Athrun before he brought out his I-Pad. "S-Sarge..." he said. "Y-You're gonna want to see this..."

The Sergeant blinked, but sighed as he walked towards the Private. "What is it, Jenkins?" He asked. "Now is not the time-"

"Just look!" Jenkins hissed as he showed him his I-Pad, making sure that neither Athrun or the ZAFT pilots could see it. The Sergeant looked at it with a raised eyebrow, before he blinked. "The fuck is this…?" He asked as he looked at the screen, before glancing at Athrun again, and then back to the screen. "Is this some sort of Joke?"

"No, sir." Jenkins whispered, "I wish it was but… I'm not fucking with you right now."

Baker could only blink and looked back at Athrun before he continued look at the info before him before he sighed.

"Man, this is so fucked up," he said, and the ZAFT pilots only blinked at the Guardsmen's behavior.

"Is there… something you want to share with us?" Wilson said.

The Sergeant looked at Jenkins, who gave an unsure shrug, before the Sergeant sighed before he motioned for Wilson to approach. The ZAFT pilot looked at Athrun, nodding before he approached the two. Jenkins tapped on his Ipad again, pulling up the file as Wilson looked at it.

However, as soon as he looked at it, the ZAFT pilot blinked in confusion. "The Hell?" he muttered, as he looked at the file on the screen. Titled under 'Gundam Wiki' and below it was a file which read "Gundam SEED" where there was an image of two Mobile Suits - one the ZGMF-X10A Freedom, the other the ZGMF-X09A Justice, and two people in front of each mobile suit. He couldn't tell who the first person was, but he immediately recognized the second as none other than Athrun Zala.

The ZAFT commander looked at Jenkins before looking at Athrun, who was looking at him with a confused expression.

"Uh… sir?" said Athrun, and before Wilson could speak, he saw Jenkins give him a look and a hand signal that told him to keep quiet.

Wilson looked at him for a moment, before glancing back at the Ipad before groaning. "I want an explanation after this," he muttered to the two men before he turned to Athrun. "It's nothing, Athrun," he said. "They're just as confused as we are as to what's going on here. They've never encountered Mobile Suits before."

Athrun was a little suspicious at that, but decided to keep quiet for the moment, and just go with the flow.

"Alright," he said, and then said. "But why are you dressed as an army that went defunct over 7 decades ago?"

The Sergeant looked at Athrun, and sighed "Son, I'll tell ya once I figure out what's going on myself," he said. "But as far as I know, the U.S Army hasn't been defunct since the American Civil War."

Now Athrun was completely lost as he scratched the back of his head in irritation.

"Man, this is getting us nowhere," he said. "Is there anyone who can tell us what's going on here!?"

"I don't know," The Sergeant said. "The President and most of the heads of government in D.C. got killed when the attack began, so we have no idea who's really running the show now. I just got orders from CA ARNG to fall back to the Sierras Mountains, it's the one place we can fall back to since the Southern States are out of our reach…" he sighed "There is no way we can make it on our own with just one Tank, but… I hate to ask, but if you and your… Mobile Suits, right? If you can help us get to the Sierras, I'll try to get you connected with someone who might be able to tell you what's going on."

Wilson thought about that, before he nodded. "Alright, let's just hope we get our answers there," he said, and turned to Athrun. "And with that Mobile Nuke Suit of yours, we should be able to get past anything the AF throws at us.

Johnson and Baker both became unnerved at the word 'Nuke' mixed in with Mobile Suit.

"Say what?" Baker asked. "What was that about a Nuke?"

"Don't worry," Athrun said, "My machine is nuclear powered, and is equipped with Radiation Shields so anyone around it won't grow any extra arms." He added the last part with a small smirk.

"Kid, that is not funny!" Johnson said in worry. "The last thing we need is a walking nuke next to us and possibly blowing up and taking us with it!"

"It's got failsafes, don't worry," Athrun said as he turned and headed back towards the Justice. "The Justice is likely the best Mobile Suit in the area, we'll get you to your comrades, we promise."

Johnson was a little uneasy about that, but decided that these guys was better than no support.

"Sigh, what the hell…" he said. "And when do we leave, Sarge?" he asked Baker.

"ASAP," The Sergeant said, as he stepped forward "Alright, everyone mount up, and get your gear together! Get the trucks going, and load up the prisoners! Marco, get your tank moving, we leave for the Sierras in five!"

With that the remnants of the 18th Cavalry went about to get their gear together and head for the Sierra Nevada Mountains, while the prisoners were loaded up into a covered M35 truck, with two guards jumping in as well. The others mounted in their other vehicles such as Strykers, and HUMVEEs.

"They move fast," said Athrun, as he grabbed onto his accent cable as he was carried up back into the cockpit of the Justice. Once he hopped back in he put the machine back through its startup sequence, as the Machine came to life again as its PS armor turned on.

Soon the small convoy of Tango Company, along with their Mobile suit escort proceeded to leave the Griffith Observatory with the Justice providing air cover.


Meanwhile, Somewhere in Colorado


A young man of 27 years of age, almost 28, with chocolate brown hair styled in a buzz cut, a chocolate brown moustache, amethyst eyes, and Caucasian skin, who had a height of 5'11", sat in the back of one of the refugee trucks, thinking back on just how crazy things had gotten over the past week.

After that light had passed over everything and the unknown soldiers had appeared, almost everyone had been evacuated to the nearest military base - which had turned out to be the Air Force Academy for him. Unfortunately, there had been skirmishes along the way, and the man's parents had been killed as they got him to safety. With their loss, he'd decided to discard his old name, having no living family to tie him to with it anymore, and took up his Internet Alias of Takeshi Yamato as his only name from that point on.

When the order had been given for the remaining military forces to start regrouping, the path to the Southern Forces had been blocked by the unknowns - rather, the Atlantic Federation, as Takeshi had recognized after seeing the uniforms of the enemy soldiers and a GAT-01 Strike Dagger in footage from one of the fights. So, the base commander had decided to make for the Sierra Nevadas, crossing Utah and Nevada to get there - and he'd decided to take the refugees who were sheltering in the Air Force Academy, as well.

And so, here Takeshi was, riding with several other refugees who had lost homes and loved ones, being escorted by several tanks, helicopters, and even a few F-15's and F/A-18's, on the way to the 'rendezvous point'. Takeshi was slightly worried, though - they'd passed through the Rocky Mountains already, and were in a flat area south of Grand Junction, near the border with Utah - a prime spot for an attack as it offered little defensive cover. The soldiers knew this, as well, though - they had Army, Air Force, and Colorado National Guard forces as an escort, and soldiers from all three groups had their heads on a swivel.

That didn't make him feel any better though.

"Bandit! Nine o'clock! Heads down!" Shouted one of the National Guardsmen, and Takeshi looked up as a single F-7D Spearhead flew right towards them before unleashing lead with its vulcan guns, just barely missing the convoy.

However that was not the end as a large transport flew flew over the area, and the rear cargo hatch opened and Takeshi's heart sank at what came out.

It was a GAT-01A1 '105' Dagger, equipped with what looked to be a Sword Striker Pack, leading two regular Strike Daggers. They leapt out of their transport to the ground, landing directly in front of the convoy's path.

For a few seconds, Takeshi despaired, knowing that the weapons of their escort wouldn't do much against the Strike Daggers. But that despair quickly gave way to rage and determination. Those bastards in the Earth Alliance had killed the only family he had left. He wasn't going to let them kill him, too - not without a fight.

'Still,' he thought, 'What can I do? Even if I were a trained soldier, the only way to reliably kill a Mobile Suit is…' he trailed off as he came to a realization, and a plan started forming. '…with another Mobile Suit…'

"Hey!" he called out to the National Guardsmen closest to him. "Do you guys have any Grappling Hooks with you?"

The Guardsmen looked at Takeshi like he lost a screw. "What the hell are those gonna do?" he said.

And Takeshi pointed toward the 105. "Because we're taking that!" he said. "If our weapons aren't effective against their Mobile Suits, the only thing for it is to take those Mobile Suits and use them ourselves!" He steeled himself. "I may not be a trained soldier, but if you can get me into the cockpit of the 105 Dagger with the sword, I think I can figure out how to work it!"

The Guardsman looked at Takeshi, and then looked back up at the 105 Dagger which was beginning to engage in combat. He - like Takeshi - was a Gundam Fan, and knew damn well what a Mobile Suit could do. And he had spoken to Takeshi in private about what they knew - and he also knew that Mobile Suits were the only thing that could take on other Mobile Suits effectively.

The Guardsman looked back at Takeshi, before he groaned. "Alright, but I still think you're Crazy!" he said, before he hollered out, "Wilkins! Tarkov! Bring out the Grappling Hooks and the Mortars!" He got curious glances from his men. "Just do it!"

Takeshi leapt out of the Refugee Truck, his momentum carrying him into the Jeep with the Guardsmen. "Crazy or not, it's really our best option," he remarked. "We just need to get onto that machine, open its cockpit, kick out the pilot, and then get me into it." He then grinned in excitement. "Man, this is such a Kamina Moment!"

"Ya think!?" shouted one of the Guardsmen as he hit the gas, and the vehicle sped forward. The Guardsman hit the Radio. "Bravo 2-3, we need a distraction!" he said. "Try to distract that big one with the sword for us!"

"Copy that Alpha, Bravo 2-3 providing fire support," Came the reply, as two of the Strykers armed with BGM-71 TOW Missile Launchers turned their respective launchers in the direction of the 105 Dagger, and fired. The two missiles soared towards the enemy Mobile Suit, guided by the controller. This caught the Dagger pilot's attention as he turned, and fires his 40mm "Igelstellung II" CIWS guns, which gunned the missile down out of the sky. However they did their job as the Dagger made its way towards the Strykers, unaware of the fast moving vehicle approaching behind it.

As they moved, Takeshi made ready with his Grappling Hook device. "Only going to have one shot at this…" he muttered. "Still, opening one Mobile Suit is the same as another, and it should be similar to the Strike Gundam's from what I saw at the end of Episode Five…" He grinned. "Biggest problem might be needing to tweak the OS, but it shouldn't be too hard…"

"Just don't get yourself killed, damnit!" the Guardsman shouted. "I still think you're crazy!"

Takeshi just grinned. He was really getting into this, given that it was such a Kamina moment. "Maybe, but there are times when Crazy works where Sane doesn't!" As he said this, they pulled up underneath the 105 Dagger, slowing down to match its speed, and Takeshi fired his Grappling Hook, the hook part catching just above the cockpit. He quickly reeled himself up, ascending up to right beside the cockpit, and when he found the emergency cockpit release, he used his free hand to activate it.

And suddenly, the front hatch of the cockpit opened up, and Takeshi appeared in front of the pilot in a orange and white Normal Suit, who looked at Takeshi stunned. "What the Fuck?" he shouted. "Who the- what are you doing?"

"Taking this," Takeshi replied with a grin, reaching in and undoing the surprised pilot's safety restraints, before hauling the guy out of the cockpit. "You're not gonna need it anymore!" With that, he tossed the pilot out of the cockpit, before hopping in himself, closing the hatch behind him, and quickly strapping in.

Outside, the Guardsman saw this, his eyes widening as the AF pilot fell out and Takeshi took his place in the Dagger. "Holy shit, that worked..." he muttered. "But does he know how to fly it?"

Inside, Takeshi was familiarizing himself with the controls. "Looks about the same as any older MS Cockpit," he muttered. "Handlebars, throttle assembly like most CE machines, two sets of foot pedals, one for the legs and one for the verniers… I can work with this." He then brought out the keyboard and started checking the OS. "Luckily it's a Natural-Friendly OS, I can work it just fine, and make adjustments later on to fit personal preferences. Let's see, stats… sweet, it's one of the few with Transphase Armor! That'll be handy - and I have enough battery power to last for a while. OK, let's do this!"

The Dagger turned to face its Strike Dagger former comrades, drew its Schwert Gewehr Anti-Ship Sword, and began charging.

The two Strike Daggers turned when they saw their supposed leader charging them. "W-what's wrong, Commander?" one of them asked.

Takeshi, on an impulse, set his machine's communications on Speaker Mode. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" he yelled out, bringing his blade down and bisecting the first Strike Dagger. It went up in a rather large fireball as he turned and charged the second one. "I WON'T LET YOU DO AS YOU PLEASE ANYMORE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!" he yelled out once more as he kicked the Strike Dagger right in the crotch. However that was more or less a distraction as he picked out one of his machine's Beam Boomerangs, and using it as a beam saber sliced off the head and right arm of the Strike Dagger in two simple swings.

Down below, the Guardsmen and other military personnel - as well as civilians - watched in shock as the Sword Dagger quickly annihilated the two Strike Daggers almost effortlessly. "Ho-ly shit…" the Guardsman who helped Takeshi muttered. "I didn't think he could actually pull it off…"

Takeshi grinned as the second Strike Dagger collapsed to the ground, watching as the transport and F-7D flew away. 'That's right, bastards,' he thought. 'Run. Run like the cowards you are. We have a Mobile Suit of our own now.

'And you won't have as easy a time as you've been having any more.'


Meanwhile, near Manitoba/Ontario border


A small group of Canadian Armed Forces personnel drove through the forest, led by one of the few Leopard 1s to survive the initial attack. The tank wasn't driven by military personnel, though, but by three civilians. The driver was a tall 20 year old man with brown hair and green eyes by the name of Dylan Jackson. In the turret, a shorter 19 year old blonde with blue eyes named Tanner Armstrong. Sitting on top of the turret with his legs inside the hatch and wearing four (yes, FOUR) sweaters was a brown/blonde haired, blue-eyed 21 year old and unofficial 'commander' of the convoy named Ronald Pinkerton.

It had NOT been a good week for him or his friends. While he was on his way to his grandmother's for one of his visits, all hell broke loose. Fortunately, Ron lived near a Canadian Tire, which also stocked firearms. With what he knew were OMNI Enforcer linear tanks and F-7Ds attacking the nearby base, and causing all kinds of hell, the store (and North Bay in general) was in chaos, so Ron had managed to get his hands on a Remington 1100 shotgun and a civilian clone of the AR-15, along with ammunition for both.

Of course, the bad news didn't end there as he saw a Strike Dagger land on his house less than a kilometer away. And his brother was still there, to the best of his knowledge. That was more or less how he spent the first day of the invasion. He managed to get linked up with the survivors of the attack on CFB North Bay and found out that none of them had any IDEA what they were up against. Thankfully, they now had an expert.

They didn't believe him at first, but after seeing the Daggers, they had little choice. At this point, though, the city was lost, so they began to retreat, linking up with a refugee convoy that just so happened to have Dylan and Tanner in it. During the week-long trek toward Manitoba, a group of LAV IIIs and three of Canada's Leopard C2 main battle tanks joined them, and most of their crews were still shell shocked over their steamrolling a few days before.

'Seriously, it takes a civilian anime/military otaku to get through this shit?' Ron thought to himself. 'My God, the Armed Forces fucking SUCK.' Ron took charge of the group, seeing as he had a few ideas how to fight back. His plans were based on MS IGLOO: Gravity Front tactics: anti-tank missiles were repurposed, and those delaying tactics managed to keep OMNI Enforcer away for a while.

But they had lost control over the skies, and Ron had long discounted the CF-18 Hornet (the Canadian designation for the McDonnell Douglas/Boeing F/A-18A/B Hornets used by the RCAF) as 'the worst pieces of shit in the history of the Canadian military'. He HATED the Hornet in Canadian service. It wasn't meant for land-use: it was a fucking carrier fighter/attacker! As such, the Spearheads mowed them down as if they weren't even there.

The USAF forces (and any foreign forces that were in the area, as Maple Flag was due to begin sometime that month) had a better time, but even Ron's preferred fighters, the F/A-22 Raptor and F-15 Eagle, were still having a lot of trouble against the Alliance's Spearheads. Though they've taken down a lot from what he's heard, for the most part all those brave pilots did was buy the ground forces time to get the fuck out of there.

And even when the fighters actually seemed to be winning… the shinigami arrived. When the Army troops asked why he called the Daggers 'shinigami', which was Japanese for 'Gods of Death', he told them the backstory for MS IGLOO 2, where Zeon's Zaku II MSs were called death gods. Seeing as the OVA was never dubbed into English, the Japanese voice actors always said 'shinigami'. The term stuck.

Ron scowled as they rolled past the wreck of a Armee 'de l'Air Mirage 2000, which had been shot down not by cannon fire, but by a Dagger's beam rifle. "This is just WRONG." Tanner muttered.

Ron glanced at Tanner from his perch. "Tanner, the French Air Force is known for getting their asses kicked," he said, with a sigh. "The Nazis did it during the Second World War. OMNI Enforcer's just joining the list of people who've kicked their asses. We're having better luck down here."

"Only because you have an idea how to fight those things!" Tanner snapped back, but Ron shook his head before pulling out a pair of binoculars. He had little hope of defeating the Earth Alliance. While he liked the idea of a united world government, he wanted Blue Cosmos out. The ideal Alliance would look something like the one from Babylon Five before the shit hit the fan in Season 2.

But at the moment, he was focused on getting to CFB Edmonton before swinging down to the Sierra Nevada mountains to join up with what was left of the US military in that area. "It's not like -" He began before his eyes widened "FUCK ME! ALL VEHICLES, HALT!" He shouted, banging on the top of their vehicle, signalling Dylan to stop as the Leopard came to a stop.

Dylan poked his head out of the driving compartment. "What's happening?" He asked.

"We're fucked." Ron said, as he tossed the field glasses at Dylan, who caught them and looked through them, seeing what Ron saw: a team of GAT-01A1 "105" Daggers. There were four of them, and Ron had long since explained the difference between the two machines: the backpacks. One of them had what Ron called an 'Aile Pack' while the other two were armed with 'Launcher Packs' and the last one had a 'Sword Pack'. "As you can see, we are VERY fucked." He muttered.

OMNI Enforcer ground forces were on their asses and those Daggers were blocking the only escape route they had. 'I can't risk the rest of the civilians, and we have ZERO air support.' He thought with a growl. 'Not that it'll help: Mobile Suits beat EVERYTHING.'

However, he blinked as he then remembered IGLOO 1: The Hidden One Year War Episode 2. 'The fucking EFGF could steal Zaku IIs and a Zaku II Commander Type,' he thought. 'What in the hell is stopping us from stealing OMNI Enforcer Daggers?' Of course, they had one problem: Mobile Suits were like wolves. They were pack hunters.

'We need to split the bastards up.' He concluded before he shouted "Lieutenant, get your ass over here! I've got a plan!"

The only survivor of 22 Wing/CFB North Bay's command staff got out of one of the LAV IIIs and ran toward the Leopard. 2nd Lieutenant Kristina Michaels technically commanded the whole group, but she passed her authority to Ron, seeing as he knew how to fight the fucking monsters. "What the hell's going on?" She asked.

"Four 105 Daggers, dead ahead," Ron said, pointing forward.

"Shit!" Kristina cursed. "And we can't go around them?!"

"No, and plowing through them is futile," he said. "We need to split the fuckers up."

She glanced at the younger civilian. "Ok, I know you're about to say something crazy," she said. "Half your plans are made of insanity."

"We're going to capture them," Ron said with a small smirk. "Intact. Turnabout's fair play, ne?" She was right: it was insane. But he was right: they needed those things in order to fight back, or at the very least get to Edmonton.

The Lieutenant sighed "What's the plan?" She asked.

"The LAVs and two of the Leopards get their attention while me, Dylan and Tanner hijack three of them." Ron said, "We're the only ones with any idea how to operate them, anyways."

"Only because you've been telling them about this… Gundam shit!" Kristina shouted.

That brought up a sour point. Ron was the only Gundam fan in the group. Dylan and Tanner were anime fans, but had never even heard of Gundam until this debacle began.

"Either way, we get those 105s and we head north." Ron said, "Saskatchewan is too open: we'll be walking target practice on those fields. Nunavut and NWT will provide better cover."

"You've never even left Ontario before: how would you know that?" She asked, and Ron scoffed.

"I studied." He said, "Get ready!"


Near the 105 Dagger team


Luckily, the 105s hadn't noticed the convoy, and they wouldn't for some time. The Canadian military was giving them little trouble, seeing as their equipment was both out of date and nearly harmless to modern, Cosmic Era vehicles.

Close by, and near one of the trees, Ron pulled out his AR-15 clone (now fit with a hunting scope) and spotted something very fortunate which brought a large smirk onto his face. The pilots were out of their machines.

"Looks like my plan is redundant." He said.

"Ron, what the hell's going on?" Dylan's voice came through the Radio. Ron sighed as he fumbled with the radio. "Dylan, they aren't even in their Mobile Suits!" He whispered "Who's got the DMR?"

"We don't HAVE a DMR."

"Sniper rifle?"

"Kristina gave me a C3A1."

Ron chuckled. Tanner had the Canadian version of the Parker Hale M82 sniper rifle. "Alright," he said in approval. "Aim for the head. I'll take out some: I'm closer and I've got the semi-auto." Ron took aim at one of the pilots. He had lost his brother in the first day, and he had no idea if anyone else was still alive. Time for payback. 'First time actually killing someone,' he thought with a small frown before he shook it off. 'I'll think about it later.' He had no time to think. He had to shoot.

He pulled the trigger shortly before Tanner fired, and while Ron killed his target, Tanner crippled his with a shot to the knee.

"What the hell?!" The pilot shouted, as he fell down, before Ron fired two more shots, both hitting the pilots and downing them. "Fucking Blue Cosmos bastards," he growled out as he pulled out his least favorite weapon, which also happened to be the Browning Hi-Power 9mm handgun, and walked toward the last pilot.

"Fuck!" the Pilot cursed, glaring up at Ron as he cradled his leg. "A fucking Canadian with brains?!"

"When you go to hell, deliver a message for me," he said as he took aim at the man's head. "Tell him the Crimson Fucker sent you!" He fired, blowing the man's head off. That little line was from what quickly became Ron's favorite abridged series.

"We're clear!" He shouted out, "Dylan, Tanner, get your asses over here!"

His two oldest friends broke cover and ran toward the Mobile Suits. "I can't believe that worked!" Tanner shouted.

"It ain't over yet," Ron said as he holstered his pistol. "Lock and load: time for a crash course in MS piloting."


Patriot-112: And that ends the prologue!

117Jorn: We hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! 16,300 Words right there!

Ron the True Fan: And the death begins. (Merkava's gun fires) Who the fuck is in my tank?! (Goes inside) Oh, great. My friends hijacked my tank.

117Jorn: There Gonna be a problem? (Enters GOUF Ignited and arms weapons)

Patriot-112: As long as they don't hit my new ride, I'm good. (Heads into '105' Dagger Aile, and readies up) Let's FLY!

Takeshi Yamato: Definitely enjoying this one so far - look forward to future entries, especially if that one idea of mine gets off the ground. :D

Patriot-112: Hopefully, yes. (Dagger takes off)

Everyone: JA NE!