Ryan hopped out of the GM Sniper's cockpit onto the catwalk

Ryan hopped out of the GM Sniper's cockpit onto the catwalk. Beside him, he saw Commander Regal climb out of his GM and order a tech to start repairs on his suit.
Mark walked up to Regal, "Sir?"
Regal turned and smiled, "Yes, Ryan?"
"Where's Kyle's GM?"
The Commander paused, then said, "He was hit. You picked off the Zaku that was after him though. He's alive, but they're still prying him out of the GM's cockpit."
Mark winced at the thought, "Will he live?"
Regal nodded and turned to walk off. Before he left the hanger, he said, "He'll be fine..."
Mark turned the other direction, and walked to his quarters, not wanting to think about Ensign Kyle's injuries.

Mark sat at the small desk next to his bed in his quarters. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. Behind him, he heard the door open. He didn't turn around, knowing that only two people would come in without knocking.
Two arms wrapped around Mark's neck and a head rested on his right shoulder. She always barges in on me, he thought.
Lt. Jennifer Tomlinson smiled and asked, "What'cha doin'?"
Mark smiled back, "Nothing. Why the heck do you keep breaking into my room like that?"
Jennifer's blue eyes widened, "Me? Come in on YOU? Where do you get these crazy ideas?"
Mark couldn't help but laugh a little, "You and your blasted sarcasm."
"Yep!" Jennifer said enthusiastically," You should have learned about that already!"
Mark looked back down at his desk. He started to say something, but was interrupted by a yawn. Tomlinson moved back and said, "Get some sleep, Mark. You did great out there," then she left. Mark rested his head on the desk, and fell asleep.

Akira looked at the picture of his younger brother. I'll find you one day.. Then, the intercom above him started speaking, "Shive!"
"Yes, sir?" Akira responded.
"Get your men ready, we are going to attack Side 6."
"Again, sir?"
"Yes. We weakened them. You are going to take command of out mobile suit forces, Commander."
"Thank you, sir."
"Get moving! We attack in 5 hours!"
"Yes sir!" and Shive was gone, dropping the picture back to the ground.

The battle alert made Mark jump and fall out of his seat. He cursed and got up, rubbing his backside. Shaking his head, he walked out and then picked up the speed and ran to the hanger.
He entered the hanger to see Commander Regal directing men to their suits. Mark ran over to his superior, "What the hell is going on?"
Regal turned to look at Mark. The Commander's face showed signs of him not sleeping or even resting much, but he said just like normal, "Zeon are back. Big force this time. Get to your GM Sniper. I want you covering our asses out there!"
Mark saluted, "Yes, sir," and ran off to his GM. He climbed up onto the catwalk and got into the suit.
Mark's hands flew over the consoles powering up the GM. Presently, the hatch closed, and the three screens lit up. He saw Tomlinson's Guncannon moving out of the hanger, and behind her, was a suit that he recognized as Ensign Kyle's new GM.
Mark's GM left from the other side of the hanger, and moved to a place behind a building. It rested its huge sniper rifle on the building and Mark waited for the targets. He was amazed when he saw them all.
There were at least a hundred of them. Zaku I's, Zaku II's, Dom's, Rik Dom's, Gelgoog's, and even a few Gouf's. Mark thought to himself, We are so screwed...