Chapter I:
All Stories Start Somewhere
Explosions. Poison gas was flowing unhindered throughout the city; people were running in terror and screaming until their lungs went raw, with tears streaming down the sides of their faces. Just as quickly as they could run, panic stricken down the streets, they began to collapse, either succumbing to the deadly gas, or brought down by gunfire. Among the chaos stood Grey, clad Federal Forces normal suit. His hands clutched hopelessly at his automatic rifle, fingers trembling.
It was then that he saw it: an enormous emerald monster, its scarlet mono- eye glowing as it peered down at him. It leveled its massive 105mm machine and firing.
The world was cast in a sickly yellow hue…
"Unit two, report."
Grey blinked a few times to dispel his blurry vision.
"Report now, unit two..."
Sitting upright quickly, Grey flicked a switch.
"Nothing to report, captain," he answered, still rubbing at his eyes and scanning his sensor boards.
"What happened, did you fall asleep there, lieutenant?" called the captain, an older man who went by the name of Andrew Gears.
"I'm sorry, sir, I musta dozed off" said Grey, not wanting to give the real reason he had zoned out
"Try not to let it happen again. Those Zeeks could appear at any time."
"Yes sir, sorry sir" replied Grey, feeling slightly embarassed.
Grey peered outside, there wasnt much to see but snowdrifts. Supposedly an elite zeon command squad was supposed to attack the Antartic base and destroy a new protoype suit, which meant that grey was stuck out on frontline combat agian. The plus side to it was that the bigwigs back at jaburo had given them a new shipment of specialy designed MS to use in the cold, which was better then the old RGM-79's they used to have.
'At least it beats fighting as infantry..' thought grey
"Sir, I'm picking up a distress signal from the base." One of the younger pilots in the unit, Tony Bates, spoke up.
Gears sighed. "Let's hear it, kid."
"This is the Antarctic Research Station, we are...need assistance, any....forces suits or troops, please assist…"
"That's enough. All suits fall back." Gears ordered, keeping his composure calm. His GM burst from the snow bank that it had taken cover in and began moving rapidly towards the base.
The rest of the squad fell behind him, the four 'Suits running across the barren ice as quickly as they could. In the distance, explosions blossomed left as right, and it was not long before there was a streak of a shuttle heading out of the atmosphere.
At least someone got out of there…
* * *
When they arrived, they saw the entire base was in ruins. Fires were still burning all over the place, bodies were thrown everywhere.
"Bates, Ramierez, i want you two to search the west side of the base, find as many survivors as you can" Ordered Gears as his suit moved forward, followed by grey
* * *
The two 'Suits walked towards where the shuttle launched from when grey noticed something lying in one of the hangers.
"Sir...i think you should check this out." said grey as his suit motioned the other one over.
Gears suit approached the fallen hygogg, its rifle ready. He got within afew meters before he stopped and turned around, walking back out.
"whoever piloted that suit has afew less worries" spoke gears, his voice flat and toneless.
* * *
All in all, less then a quarter of the base's full compliment had survived the attack, and the G4 team had llaunched up into space, theree desitnation, libot.
The four suits huddled around one of the bombed out buildings, a fire was going to keep the men warm, and the four pilots tried there best to provide medical aide, though they didnt know much more they what was taught at the academy.Before the night was over, they would have to move several of the enlisted men and women who didnt survive.
When things finally calmed down engough, grey approached andrew, who was seated in front of the fire, as he sat down next to him, grey handed him a slip of paper
"Whats this Lieutenant?"
"Its my latest orders, the guys back at jaburo want me to take command of a mobile suit team in central africa"
"Your own command..do you think you can handle that?"
"Whatever it takes sir"
"What do you mean, whatever it takes?"
"We need to push these Spacenoids off the planet so we can finish them in space. I plan on helping with that where ever I'm needed, and currently I'm needed in Africa". Grey replied, looking askance at his close friend. He's spent a better part of the war with the man. The lieutenant cocked an eyebrow; "And what will you do now that the base has been blown to hell, pardoning my choice of language, sir?"
Andrew grinned. "…Probably get myself sent out into space. Maybe I'll get a joyride in one of those fancy new GM Space Command 'Suits."
* * *
After everyone else had turned in, Grey found that he was unable to sleep. He decided he would climb into his MS and watch out, just in case the zeon decided to attack agian, though that wouls be a waste of time, but it helped to make himself feel important. Ramierez had found a working radio, and got ahold of some federal forces command. They said they couldnt send any medea's until tommorrow, so we would have tomake due with what was available, which was pretty much nothing. But those stuffy generals and admirals didnt have to haul lifeless bodies away, didnt have to watch someone they knew get turned to chunky bits of flesh. They kept the war so impersonal. Grey shook his head, and against his wishes he fell asleep.
All Stories Start Somewhere
Explosions. Poison gas was flowing unhindered throughout the city; people were running in terror and screaming until their lungs went raw, with tears streaming down the sides of their faces. Just as quickly as they could run, panic stricken down the streets, they began to collapse, either succumbing to the deadly gas, or brought down by gunfire. Among the chaos stood Grey, clad Federal Forces normal suit. His hands clutched hopelessly at his automatic rifle, fingers trembling.
It was then that he saw it: an enormous emerald monster, its scarlet mono- eye glowing as it peered down at him. It leveled its massive 105mm machine and firing.
The world was cast in a sickly yellow hue…
"Unit two, report."
Grey blinked a few times to dispel his blurry vision.
"Report now, unit two..."
Sitting upright quickly, Grey flicked a switch.
"Nothing to report, captain," he answered, still rubbing at his eyes and scanning his sensor boards.
"What happened, did you fall asleep there, lieutenant?" called the captain, an older man who went by the name of Andrew Gears.
"I'm sorry, sir, I musta dozed off" said Grey, not wanting to give the real reason he had zoned out
"Try not to let it happen again. Those Zeeks could appear at any time."
"Yes sir, sorry sir" replied Grey, feeling slightly embarassed.
Grey peered outside, there wasnt much to see but snowdrifts. Supposedly an elite zeon command squad was supposed to attack the Antartic base and destroy a new protoype suit, which meant that grey was stuck out on frontline combat agian. The plus side to it was that the bigwigs back at jaburo had given them a new shipment of specialy designed MS to use in the cold, which was better then the old RGM-79's they used to have.
'At least it beats fighting as infantry..' thought grey
"Sir, I'm picking up a distress signal from the base." One of the younger pilots in the unit, Tony Bates, spoke up.
Gears sighed. "Let's hear it, kid."
"This is the Antarctic Research Station, we are...need assistance, any....forces suits or troops, please assist…"
"That's enough. All suits fall back." Gears ordered, keeping his composure calm. His GM burst from the snow bank that it had taken cover in and began moving rapidly towards the base.
The rest of the squad fell behind him, the four 'Suits running across the barren ice as quickly as they could. In the distance, explosions blossomed left as right, and it was not long before there was a streak of a shuttle heading out of the atmosphere.
At least someone got out of there…
* * *
When they arrived, they saw the entire base was in ruins. Fires were still burning all over the place, bodies were thrown everywhere.
"Bates, Ramierez, i want you two to search the west side of the base, find as many survivors as you can" Ordered Gears as his suit moved forward, followed by grey
* * *
The two 'Suits walked towards where the shuttle launched from when grey noticed something lying in one of the hangers.
"Sir...i think you should check this out." said grey as his suit motioned the other one over.
Gears suit approached the fallen hygogg, its rifle ready. He got within afew meters before he stopped and turned around, walking back out.
"whoever piloted that suit has afew less worries" spoke gears, his voice flat and toneless.
* * *
All in all, less then a quarter of the base's full compliment had survived the attack, and the G4 team had llaunched up into space, theree desitnation, libot.
The four suits huddled around one of the bombed out buildings, a fire was going to keep the men warm, and the four pilots tried there best to provide medical aide, though they didnt know much more they what was taught at the academy.Before the night was over, they would have to move several of the enlisted men and women who didnt survive.
When things finally calmed down engough, grey approached andrew, who was seated in front of the fire, as he sat down next to him, grey handed him a slip of paper
"Whats this Lieutenant?"
"Its my latest orders, the guys back at jaburo want me to take command of a mobile suit team in central africa"
"Your own command..do you think you can handle that?"
"Whatever it takes sir"
"What do you mean, whatever it takes?"
"We need to push these Spacenoids off the planet so we can finish them in space. I plan on helping with that where ever I'm needed, and currently I'm needed in Africa". Grey replied, looking askance at his close friend. He's spent a better part of the war with the man. The lieutenant cocked an eyebrow; "And what will you do now that the base has been blown to hell, pardoning my choice of language, sir?"
Andrew grinned. "…Probably get myself sent out into space. Maybe I'll get a joyride in one of those fancy new GM Space Command 'Suits."
* * *
After everyone else had turned in, Grey found that he was unable to sleep. He decided he would climb into his MS and watch out, just in case the zeon decided to attack agian, though that wouls be a waste of time, but it helped to make himself feel important. Ramierez had found a working radio, and got ahold of some federal forces command. They said they couldnt send any medea's until tommorrow, so we would have tomake due with what was available, which was pretty much nothing. But those stuffy generals and admirals didnt have to haul lifeless bodies away, didnt have to watch someone they knew get turned to chunky bits of flesh. They kept the war so impersonal. Grey shook his head, and against his wishes he fell asleep.