Part 3

----------Giza, Egypt, Great Pyramid Base

Commander Rama Nasar, known to the world as the "Midnight Screamer," picked up his radio.

"Nasar here, go."

"This is Major Klaus Steiner, formerly of the 7th African Division!" came the garbled harried transmission. "We're under attack by a Gundam class Federal Forces Mobile Suit at the First Zeon Airbase!"

"You mean like the Gundams that Packard and his troops are fighting in Southeast Asia?"

"No sir! This is a Gau-killer here, the 'White Ghost' himself!"

"What? The one that killed Master Garma?" He thought that the "Trojan Horse" was in Belfast at the moment, and that the "Red Comet" Captain Char was attacking them with the new amphibious MS now.

"No, it's a different one, I--" the transmission broke as a slash and hiss was heard. "Shit! Sir, he took my arm!"

"Get out of there, you moron! We need every soldier, remember?!"

"I'm ejecting, and I'll grab a Dopp that's left."

"Roger, I'll send some cover for you."

"Thanks!" He signed off and blew the hatch. Curling into a ball, he rolled into the Dopp's waiting cockpit and launched. The Gau that he had landed in turned its anti-aircraft guns to the Federal Suits and opened fire, creating a diversion for the "Gray Vampire."

Kiver's head slammed against his seat as his mobile suit was rocked by thousands of shells. He ducked behind a small hanger and fired back. "I hate Gau's, I really do..." He raised his new shield and charged forward.

Daisuke saw the Dopp launch out of the corner of his eye and it was already out of range. He growled and blasted the Gau to make up for it, and the Gau exploded.

"I can't believe we missed that Dopp, man!" Daisuke continued to obsess after the smoke had cleared.

"Shit happens, sir."

----------Approaching Giza

Steiner switched on his radio. "Steiner to 8th Egyptian Squadron, come in 8th Egyptian Squadron."

"This is Nasar, Gray Vampire, you're clear for entry."

"Roger that Midnight Screamer, over and out," Steiner hung up, smirking. "Midnight Screamer, what kinda name is that?" He looked out and counted the pyramids, just to refresh his memory. There's an extra? He was shocked to see it split and reveal an airstrip beneath the sand. Ingenious...Feds would never look there...

Upon landing, he was warmly greeted by Nasar. The frosted blonde Zeon ace had heard of the "Midnight Screamer," but was shocked to see him in person. Steiner was no small man, 6'3" and of lithe build, but Nasar looked down to speak eye to eye. Often he was said to be a copy of Dozle Zabi, if not merely in stature, all leadership abilities aside.

"I've got something that I think will be a lot more effective then that Old Zaku you piloted," Nasar said with a grin, teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

There in the hanger stood an MS-07C-5, the missing link between the Gouf and the Dom.

"Whoa."

"We've re-out-fitted it with lighter weapons, none built in yet, but just you wait."

"With what?"

"We're working on shoulder machine guns, torso holstered machine pistols and a pair of 90mm semi-autos."

"Close combat?"

Nasar got that glint in his eye as he motioned Steiner to follow.

------------Federal Forces Base, Egyptian Front

Technical Officer Nanaki dashed into the hangar to see his "baby," the Anubis Gundam. He nearly shrieked when he saw the dents and dings in it but the real killer was the way that Daisuke was applying a layer of paint thinner in an attempt to, in his eyes, make it more sightly.

"Drop that thinner now!" Nanaki yelled. Daisuke lost his balance and nearly fell off the shoulder, but managed to keep on.

"Are you color blind!? This thing is hideous!"

"I don't care! It's my baby!"

"It's my suit!"

"I worked on her!"

Kiver stepped over in his Desert GM, and set them straight. "SHUT UP!"

"Nice pants, Kiver," said Daisuke, snickering a bit. The inverted Cold Climate GM's entire torso was covered in a cloak, dust colored, as a means of distraction and extra protection. It also served to keep the suit cooler.

"Hey don't knock it till you try it. This thing is LOADED."

"With what?"

"I can carry two machine guns at the same time and there are holsters and ammo clips all over the interior."

"So you've got guns all over?"

"Small arms mostly, but our new guy handles the heavy stuff."

"Who's the new guy?"

"I don't know..."

"That'd be me," said a new voice. It emanated from a man in a torn Federal uniform with a duffel bag over his shoulder. "My name's Tarin Blackburn, demolition expert. I was part of the jetpack squadron when the Zeeks first attacked." The others cringed, hearing this. The jetpack squadrons no longer existed, due to the enormous amount of casualties inflicted by the Zeon Mobile Suits.

"Well, where's your suit, boy?" Daisuke asked.

"And don't let numbnuts over here touch it," Kiver added pointing to Nanaki. "Look what he did to a perfectly good RX-78!"

"Shut up!"

"You made it the ugliest thing in the universe!" Daisuke hollered.

"I don't care if you don't like the colors!"

"It's not that I don't like them, I HATE THEM!"

"SHUT UP!" Tarin yelled. "Buncha kids..."

"You still haven't told us what your suit is, Tarin," Kiver groaned, attempting to block out Nanaki and Daisuke's arguing.

"It's a Guncannon. RX-77D."

"Whoa! You're the heavy support, huh?"

"I've outfitted it with the standard cannons and it carries twin bazookas, along with a pair of machine guns locked onto the waist armor as backup."

"Whoa! Again," Kiver noted. "It appears that Daisuke's Anubis is the only suit that's not seemingly overloaded with weaponry."

"Well, I don't like to brag," said Daisuke, leaving his 'conversation' for a moment. "But I am the melee suit."

"Zeon heat weapons are crap, Sarge," Nanaki interjected. "Anyone can beat a Zaku heat hawk if they've got a beam saber."

"Ok, what about those blue ones, Goofs?"

"Goufs, Daisuke. Goufs."

"Whatever."

Then suddenly alarm blared and the three pilots' hearts raced.

"Did the Zeons actually get this far in with out us knowing?" Tarin thought aloud.

"Who cares? Let's get moving!" Kiver yelled, sliding into his suit.

"Sir!" The 34th Egyptian Team headed out.