The battle had been progressing well over the last four hours. The beginning had been rough when the first line of offensive maneuvering was broken through. No one had expected the base to be that prepared for a rebel attack, but the rebels knew that it was going to be a hard fight. They fought their way from the edge of the base, to the very hangar. The tower had been taken out immediately so no help could be called. The information had been received only a day before that the other out of control rebel group had plans on attacking this base; unfortunately there were civilian facilities not far away. Relena wanted to make it to the base first to destroy it with as little damage as possible. The other rebels did not care for civilians' lives. Preparations had to be made as quickly as possible in order to get to the base a day before the others.

Natria stared at her opponent, sweat beginning to trickle down her cheek and off her chin. Her teeth were clenched. It seemed as if they kept coming, but how? The entire rebel forces was fighting madly and succeeding at an alarming rate, but this battle should have been over with a while ago, why did the flow keep on coming? Turning her mobile suit, she fired her gun into an oncoming enemy suit. It crumbled, completely disabled. She was about to finish the job when another moved in the way.

"Cathy, get out of the way," growled Natria.

"You know what Relena said. Spare as many lives as possible." Natria grumbled a reply before turning to block a blow from another.

"This pacifist style is really cramping me."

"It's cramping a lot of us, darling," called Dorothy from the other side of the hangar. They were all fighting diligently, yet it was beginning to look more difficult by the moment.

"Where are they coming from?" called Hilde, holding back her enemy with her gun as he swung a sword at her. She flung him backwards and shot off his leg, he fell to the ground, unable to get up. Suddenly, from the back of the hangar she noticed something odd. There was a trail of oil leading into the wall. Walking over, she inspected it. Then standing back, so looked over the wall and came only to one conclusion. Stepping further back and clearing her companions away from the area, she fired her beam cannon at full power into the wall. It exploded and what remained behind it nearly numbed everyone's bones. It was an entire floor below ground of mobile suits being armed and piloted up towards the battle. The discovery nearly crumbled their morale. It came to Cathy in a sudden realization that this was why the other rebels had planned on attacking this base. She cursed as she ordered her men to pull back and form a strong front. Sweat trickled down cold, clammy skin as she prepared for a long fight.

"Hold the line!" The order ran down to every soldier. The men clung desperately to his controls. The sound of metal scraping as the enemy soldiers mobilized in waves began to sweep throughout the base. They had been discovered and none of these rebels were to be left alive.

The first shot was fired from the enemy and took down the rebel closest to Cathy. Ignoring the cry from the rebel, she yelled to pull in closer and center the attack into the middle of the wave of mobile suits in front of them.

"Hold it steady! On my mark… FIRE!" Blast after blast tunneled through the enemy's frontline only to be replaced by more. Hilde grit her teeth as she took aim at her opponent. Not today, she wasn't going to die today! This hope faltered as she realized that they would not be able to hold off the approaching enemy. It would be better to leave now while they still had a chance of surviving. These thoughts were racing through her head when they were interrupted abruptly by a loud explosion off in the distance. Everyone paused to look at a funnel of smoke rising from the tower nearby. It had been destroyed by a Gundam.

"If you're going to attack, at least get all of your information first," growled a deep voice.

"Wufei?" cried Cathy, bewildered that he, followed by other three Gundam pilots, were there on the battlefield.

"Shut up, we have work to do," he hissed, ignoring her bewildered voice. As if as one, the Gundams flew straight into the fray of things and began to shred the confused enemy soldiers apart. Each not even hesitating to take down the enemy. Natria stared on, not sure how to feel about Wufei's presence. This battle was supposed to be fought alone by the rebels. There's no way that they could have known about this attack. Frowning, the answer slowly entered her mind. Shaking her head, she broke the line and followed suit with the Gundams. She could hear Cathy yelling at her to get back into the defensive line, but she only ignored her, continuing to fight her way closer to Wufei. She found that no matter how much she wanted to stay away from him, the urge to be near him was overwhelming, even if it meant to be next to him in battle. Gritting her teeth, she took a blow to the side as she tried to dodge around one mobile suit that stood in her way. She knew she wasn't going to recover fast enough. She waited for the stunning jolt that would follow from another attack. It didn't come. Looking up, she saw Hilde bravely fighting her way next to her. Looking up at the monitor, she grinned down at Natria.

"You're not the only who is going to get to some action." Natria smiled back. Her original quest quickly returned back to her mind. Swinging around, she found Wufei fending off an onslaught of mobile suits. Behind him stood a suit, prepared to strike. Glowering, Natria raised her beam canon and put the danger out of the way. Wufei barely even acknowledged her existence. She fought near him, always moving when he moved, but never right next to him. Her strength was depleted and it felt as if the waves of soldiers were never going to end. By now either the rebels had joined in the fighting or had run away, trying to save themselves. They would be dealt with later if they survived this battle. With every blow, Natria felt the strength draining further. Her concentration broke when she failed to notice an oncoming blow from one enemy suit. She fell to the ground, waiting for the final blow to finish her. It never came.

Wufei had seen her situation and knew immediately that she was not going to be of any use if she was this weak by now. Grumbling, he made his way over to her. Just as he reached her location she was knocked over by an enemy. Grumbling, he shot forward his Gundam claw and ripped the head of the mobile suit off. Natria was safe, but she was only distracting him at this point.

"Get out of here Natria," he said as he returned his attention to the other suits coming forward. She smirked weakly as she moved to get up again.

"Not a chance. You know I don't take orders from anyone anymore."

"You're being stupid again."

"That's what comes with making too many mistakes." This comment confused Wufei, but he shrugged it off, realizing there was more fighting to do.

"Just keep down and stay out of my way," he growled. Natria glared up at him as he passed her by. She realized that her controls had frozen up and she could only do what he said unwillingly.

Before she knew what was going on, Heero was giving the order to get away from the hangar. It was a warning and Natria soon saw everyone running past her. Cursing all the way, she hit the ejection button only to find it was dead. The next best thing was to slam her feet against the hatch, it was sealed tight. A small sweat began to break out on her forehead. Shaking her head viciously, she dropped the panic. Panic could only succeed in killing a person. She slammed her feet against the door again; it held firm again. Gritting her teeth, she pulled herself together and dove for the control panel and pulled off the top, it was a mass of wiring, blues, greens, yellows, reds. A vision of her father ran through her head.

"Move faster Natria! You're never going to be a good warrior if you don't know how to do this! Not that wire you idiot. You have 30 seconds left and you haven't even found the main control center!" Natria had only been 10 years old, but she was expected to know all of this by now. She wasn't a great soldier, she never was meant to be one. Tears fled down her face as her small hands shook, trying to find the main control center. "Stop your sniveling you runt. You will not make a mockery of me." Then the 30 seconds were gone. Her father walked over to her and hit her across the face. "Worthless," he hissed. She began to cry with all the pent up tears she had tried to hide unsuccessfully, but she as grabbed by the hair and she was forced to stare up into her father's amber eyes. That was something she hated doing, it reminded her of herself with her own odd colored eyes, compliments of his genes. "Crying is for the weak," he growled at her.

Natria realized that the memory had frozen her in her process of getting out. The tears had suddenly started with the memories. Throwing off the memory, she returned to the panel. She had to connect the wiring for the hatch. It must have come loose when she had been hit by the enemy. She vaguely noticed her hands were beginning to shake. The only reason why an entire group of Gundams would retreat would by for only one reason; they were planning on sending a missile to finish the job. The hangar was a death trap. This pushed her harder to find the wires; her hurry nearly had her electrocuted. She pulled her hands quickly out of the wires when one wire proceeded to fly around in circles, the force of the electricity not allowing it to sit still. Her eyes followed carefully. Just as she was about to reach and grab it in a suicidal attempt, the hatch to her suit was ripped from its hinges. Outside she received a clear view of a mobile suit graveyard. Smoke was rising up in small streams from all over. What attracted her attention the most was the large Gundam standing outside, holding its palm out for her. She immediately noticed it was Quatre.

"I saw you were having trouble. Come on!" he cried. Natria released herself from her bindings to the seat and leaped out onto his hand, grabbing hold of the thumb for balance as he rose up to stand straight. Then they were making their way out of the carnage. Natria looked around, seeing that they were the only ones left still running. She frowned, how was it that he saw her in passing, he should have been long gone, with the others. The question mulled its way around her head as the hangar behind them suddenly exploded into an array of orange, yellow, black, and red. Natria didn't look back.