Gundam F91 Side Story: Londo Bell's Final Toll

Disclaimer: Alam ko nabasa n'yo na to pero du'n sa mga hindi pa nakabasa...

I don't own Gundam F91. Sunrise and some other folks whose names I've yet to translate does. This story however is another matter.

Author's Notes: This story is basically my take on a few missing facts on the F91 storyline. Like who the assassin was that tried to kill Korozo, or who and how information on bugs leaked out.

Oh, yeah. I'm writing a side story on Ple Two-- a one-shot that I'll try to finish before the third chapter of this story so please watch out for it...

Legend:

[]- Character's thoughts

Chapter 2

The First Hour

U.C. 123 Frontier 5 Colony 'New Maine'

New Munjoy Hill, Neo-Portland, Civilian Section 3

1337H FST



Unlike the other land areas of New Maine, Neo-Portland was a high-rise community. With huge skyscrapers (the minimum being forty stories) it was dubbed the most modern colonial city in the solar system. It also served as the seat of power for the colony's governing body.

Even so the enemy still hadn't deployed their forces to attack this section of New Maine. One of the reasons was it was considered too risky to maneuver any MS in it's narrow streets. This also had an adverse effect on the people who were now trying to get out of it.

Though Garret and company lived near the outskirts where the buildings were a lot smaller and the streets much wider- the amount of people who were trying to get out was much more than the local police could handle. Even with the police's Drakken Kai junior MS deployed the traffic was moving at a snail's pace.

The trip back to downtown took more time than it usually did since they had a lot of backtracking to make in order to by-pass the fleeing citizens. When they finally arrived the three students then quickly went to their homes to gather what they could and their neighbors were doing more or less the same.

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Garret cried at the two people who broke into his home.

One of them threw a knife at him but he dodged it and drew out his tazer pistol. He fired at the other guy as he tried to lunge at him and sent 30,000 volts coursing through his body and the man went down screaming.

"Hey Garret!" Lester said as he came in, "I heard a scream- are you okay?"

The other guy took that moment of distraction and escaped by jumping out of the nearest window. Unfortunately he forgot he was on the top floor of a three-story apartment.

They looked out to see if he was okay and they saw him as he clambered out of a trash bin. He limped away making obscene remarks about the unfairness of life and finally disappeared in an alley.

They turned back at the other robber and smiled as he got up. Garret still held the tazer and waved it at him.

"Your friend is gone so I suggest you do the same!" he said mockingly.

The robber quickly fled the room past a bewildered Mirelle and Milfeille.

"And use the stairs this time!" Lester shouted after him.

"What was that all about?" Mirelle asked as she came in. They had changed into more casual clothing and Mirelle had a backpack with her survival gear slung over her shoulders.

"Nothing, lets go get out of here quick- sounds like the battle is getting closer."

"You go on ahead," Lester said, "I'm gonna make sure there's no one left here."

Garret nodded and he and Mirelle took the stairs down to the basement garage. Once there, he told Mirelle to call in using the secure line that their 'employer' had provided for them.

"Tell them we should be there in a few minutes."

"Oh yeah, Uncle already left. He said the team should be ready anytime."

"Well we can't all fit in the car now. I guess we have to take Zaku Tank!"

"Won't they target us if we go out in that?" Milfeille asked.

"Not if we use a white flag!" Lester said. "I'll go get a blanket from upstairs."

As he went up he found on of Garret's neighbors in his room hunched over his computer.

"Collin?" Lester said surprising the twelve-year-old boy. "What are you still doing here?! And where's your sister?"

The kid just looked at him annoyed as he continued typing. "Garret's going to need this information later. As for my sister she's packing all of our other files."

Lester nodded it was a well-known fact that the Edwards Twins were both high level hackers. Collin in particular must've hacked into every major mobile suit manufacturer in the solar system without being caught.

He was also Garret's major source of info on the EFSF's intelligence. This had probably something to do this invasion, he thought, deciding to change the subject for later.

"And your parents?"

"They were vacationing on Earth along with Garret's family," Collin explained.

Finally he finished and he stood up and gathered the laptop computer that he had attached to Garret's PC. He then turned and shouted towards the other room: "Mina let's go I'm finished here!"

Collin's twin sister emerged from the room carrying the family survival gear and a laptop as well. She stopped and smiled at Lester who gave her a hand with her stuff.

"Quit ogling at that idiot, Mina we've got to evacuate quickly!" Collin shouted.

"I'm not ogling moron!" Mina back. "I'm just being polite!"

Fortunately Collin didn't hear or just simply ignored her.

"So you've got a ride?" he asked.

"Garret's using his ZT Civie," Lester said as they began to go down to the basement.

As the kids were talking the battle drew closer and closer. Two enemy MS were chasing a Jegan flying over the rooftops along the street where they were at and as he tried to fight back they shot at him with their beam guns- crippling him and sending him crashing into the apartment. He almost hit Lester but stopped just in time.



Dazed, the pilot inside saw Lester cowering in one corner with the look of a deer caught in the headlights of an incoming car.

"You alright kid?" the pilot asked using his PA system.

Lester simply nodded.

The pilot opened the cockpit and removed his helmet revealing a beautiful raven-haired woman. "I'm Lieutenant Commander Moira Kajima of the EFSF 23rd New Maine Colony Defense Squadron."

"Lester Averies of the Edward Mas High Class 3 Burning," Lester replied smartly.

"Hey, Les, are you okay?" Garret asked from inside the Zaku Tank.

"Yeah! But you better make room for one more!"

Just then the two MS landed in front of the apartment with the intention of finishing off Kajima. The Federation Officer considered her options for a moment. Resistance would be useless now since the mobile suit's legs had been shot off and even if she landed facing them she couldn't move for fear of causing the apartment to collapse.

'Not much off a choice,' she thought as she turned the Jegan's head towards her pursuers as far as it would go then turned on the PA speakers to full blast.

"DON'T SHOOT! I SURRENDER!!!" Kajima shouted. "There are still some civilians in this building so don't fire! I'm coming out!"

She then turned to the others and winked. "Don't do anything stupid."

Kajima un-strapped herself and began climbing out of the cockpit when Garret gunned the Zaku Tank's engines to life. The Zaku Tank then took a 'clobber gun'- an MS sized version of the popular paintball gun- from the rack and popped in two ammo canisters in the barrel.

Outside the enemy MS had just opened their cockpits to allow them better coverage of the apartment. Suddenly the sidewall of the apartment burst open sending out a cloud of dust and debris. The bewildered pilots just stared as antiquated ms rolled out and aimed a strange weapon at them.

Garret aimed directly into the enemy MS's cockpit and fired a shot. The first pilot's cockpit was instantly filled with viscous pink liquid that ruined the cockpit controls and effectively stuck down the pilot as well. He turned to aim at the other pilot but this one responded slightly faster and closed the cockpit of her MS. She aimed at the Zaku Tank but Garret's next shot ruined her aim as she fired and its shot only hit Garret's clobber gun.

Garret then sped up the tank- closing the gap between them before the MS could draw its beam saber or use its other weapons effectively. Seeing this the enemy decided to bash the Zaku Tank's head in. Garret ignored this however and grabbed the enemy MS by its skirt armor then he shot forward and rammed the MS into the next set of buildings until the enemy no longer struggled. By then both his Zaku Tank and the enemy MS were badly battered. The enemy MS had now lost its legs while Garret's tank got its head bashed in and one of its arms was now located two blocks away form where they stood. Plus the left cat had been de-tracked and moving it was out of the question now.

Garret kicked open his hatch and clambered out of his barely working MS. The others who had followed on his pickup now went over to him with Kajima in the lead.

"BAKERO!!!" The Lt. Commander shouted while giving him a left hook. "WHAT ON EARTH POSSESED YOU TO PLAY HERO LIKE THAT?!! YOU COULD'VE BEEN KILLED!!!"

"Sorry," Garret said rubbing his chin. "It was a spur-of-the-moment thing."

"Things like that get pilots killed kid," Kajima said with an angry sigh, her expression softening slightly. "Just don't do things like that without thinking it through...."

[Well it seemed like a good idea at the time,] Garret thought smiling sheepishly. [That was one helluva left hook.]

"Can you check the status of the enemy pilot?" Kajima said, turning her attention to the fallen MS.

Collin stepped forward and looked at the metal giant. "This is a Den'an Zon. It's the main combat MS of the Crossbone Vanguard."

The Federation Officer stared at him wide eyed.

"H-How did you know that?" She asked.

Colin just smirked as he went and opened a panel in the fallen enemy MS. "Even though EFSF Intelligence is not that reliable- people can still find things if they know where to look..."

After checking the monitor for a few moments he smiled and turned back to the others. "Don't worry - she's not dead - but her MS is a total wreck. Her communications is still okay though, so we better get out of here before she wakes up and call her friends."

"Well we can't use the Zaku Tank now- so we'd better find some other means of transportation," Garret said.

"Does anybody wanna drive in a flatbed?" Lester asked, pointing towards a parked red flatbed truck.

A few minutes later they were cruising uptown with an expensive, white silk blouse hanging from a makeshift flagpole.

"Why did it have to be MY blouse," Milfeille whined.

"Sorry- but there's nothing left!" Lester replied. "Besides there's a good chance you won't be needing it for quite some time. And I did get you a replacement."

The replacement Lester was referring to was a red spaghetti-strap hanging blouse that was one size too small with a VERY revealing cleavage.

[Just where did Lester get this anyway?!?] she thought as she wrapped the jacket that Garret had given her tighter around herself. 'I might as well be wearing a bikini...'

Kajima was driving while Garret navigated them through the now empty streets.

"The EFSF is losing, isn't it?" he asked.

"They attacked too fast," Commander Moira said with a sigh. "The outer patrols didn't expect an attack and they got chopped up pretty bad. And I expect that this attack was only the first and second wave of the enemy attack.

"Still, they were pretty thorough. Every major military target has been severely damaged. Communications are down in most areas and main command has been all but obliterated. On the lighter side it seems the inner defense is holding them back somewhat. It's a good thing majority of our forces in here are aquatic MS- the enemy seems to have none of those- plus due to the nature of this colony they can't blow the walls in on us. However they've got the advantage over us in land, air and space.

"They already established a foot hold in one of the docking areas and almost all escape routes by space are now blockaded. Pretty soon...we may have to surrender..."

"That means we can't get off New Maine..." Milfeille said from behind them with a mortified sigh.

They rode in silence for a few moments until they neared St. Paul University- a catholic run school- that was now occupied by the EFSF. A roadblock had been set up along the street and it was guarded by two Hardyguns.

"Federation road block dead ahead!" Garret announced. "Looks like this is your stop..."

"Thanks guys!" she said as she gave a light kiss on Garret's cheek and receiving an angry glare from both Mirelle and Milfeille. "Now find a shelter and stay safe!"

As she hopped off the semi-truck, Moira was greeted by a burly major and his men.

They talked for a while then the pretty Commander gave a shocked look and gazed back at the truck.

Garret saw this and he turned to the others: "Something's wrong- I'm going down to check things out. Mirelle you're in charge."

Mirelle shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea. Besides we still need to get to the 'Mansion'."

"Well we can't get there if the Feds have set up road blocks. Plus there may be some things here we can use."

"I agree with Ashita," Collin said taking out his laptop PC. "We may get some more info here as well."

Milfeille's eyebrows raised a notch at what the young boy said. "You're not planning on going with him, are you?"

"What's it to you? You're not my Mom- and I don't need advice from a stuck up old lady!!!"

[OLD LADY!?!] Milfeille thought as her face turned livid with anger. "Who are you calling old lady?!!"

"Anyway, we still need to do something," Lester interjected.

"Alright," Mirelle said, "we'll go along with Garret's plan those who wanna stay here may do so. But Garret, Collin and I are gonna gather info and anything else we can use. Milfy- you're in charge for now. Les- keep the engine running we may need to get out of here in a hurry..."

Milfeille's eyes narrowed as she looked at her friend wirily. "You're not going to make any trouble are you?"

"No, but Garret might!" Mirelle said with a smile.

Garret rolled his eyes in disbelief. [I just knew she was gonna say something like that...] But just then inspiration struck.

He cracked a wicked grin and said in a mock sensual tone: "Actually she just wants to have me alone so she can fulfill all of the deep fantasies she has about me."

For a moment Mirelle blushed, then she smiled widely and kicked him in his left shin.

"Let's go lover boy," she said as she pulled him by the ear and they went of with Garret still limping in pain.

Zamouth Garr Class Battle Ship "Glass Palace"

(1000 kilometers Outside Frontier 5)

1430H FST

Captain Aramis Zelsudy watched quietly as the reports came in from all the technicians on the bridge.

"Report from second wave confirms moderate opposition from Federation Forces inside Frontier 5."

"Report from third reconnaissance patrol confirms a sizeable number of Federation MS gathering around Neo-Portland."

"Report from first wave confirms elimination of 70% of the EFSF forces outside of Frontier 5- well within the required safety limits for the Crossbone Vanguard Main Fleet."

"Any word from the Poltergeists?" he asked a bit anxiously.

"We've just received a report sir," a tech said as a flash appeared in front of the bridge. "ENEMY LONG RANGE BOMBARDMENT!"

"Confirmed twelve RB-79WCR's at two o'clock starboard!" the radar tech shouted. "Range 7 kilometers. The parent ships are still unconfirmed."

[Those Ball WCR's must've come from the lunar side during the first wave,] Zelsudy thought. [Since we concentrated on getting a foothold on the colony's sun side some Feddies had probably took time and set up a long range bombardment battery out there beyond the sensor range of the first wave- then they waited until our ships arrived.]

"A sound tactic," he commented. "Unfortunately they fired too soon."

He stood up and called his Ex-O.

"Prep my squadron. I'm going out to take care of those annoying pests myself."

As he was about to leave the tech that reported to him about the Poltergeists handed him a report. He took a quick glance at it and smiled. "This day just keeps getting better and better."

Alonav Mansion (Inside Frontier 5)

1437H FST

Alonav Mansion was situated on top of a mid-sized artificial island on Lake No.3- 'Azul' as the locals refer to it- it was built to the tastes of its eccentric owner.

The mansion was a duplicate of the Nahel Argama resting on a plateu shaped like a landing field. There were several guard towers around the island and a working control tower that also doubled as Mikhail Alonav's personal office.

Several One-Year War and Gripps War mobile suits were also parked near a hangar that housed the last working Gau MS Carrier in existence. And west of the main building was another marvel of weirdness- General Revil's Bigtray- which Alonav had bought and transported here and later converted to become the mansion's guesthouse. And if one had a diving suit he could take a peek at several Federation and Zeon subs, aquatic MS and mobile armors at the submarine pen at the bottom of the lake.

Actually mansion was not really the appropriate word to describe this place- military base was more the right term for it. And for the past few days the activity within these walls have been nothing short of that.

Inside his office, Lieutenant Colonel (ret.) Mikhail Alonav was busy cleaning his Colt M1911 Cal.45 sidearm- a habit he picked up during his years in the now defunct Londo Bell. It was also something that helped him concentrate on things like tactical analysis and planning and right now he had a lot of planning to do.

He peeked inside the barrel of the pistol to check for residue build-up and thought of how the EFSF was handling the current situation.

"What are those fools thinking?!" he said as he took a brush and began cleaning the inside of the barrel. Fighting head on with a technically superior enemy is foolish and wasteful. And ever since the budget cut-backs that the 'Idiot' imposed on the EFSF took effect in Frontier side the Federation's fighting force had been significantly reduced.

Reports have come in from various sources that stated that Feddie morale has dropped to an all-time low since the first wave of the attack. All over the colony there was disorder and chaos comparative to the first weeks of the One Year War.

[Whoever planned this attack is one master tactician,] Alonav thought as he finished cleaning and begun assembly of the pistol. [If it hadn't been for the report from Pandora two weeks ago we'd never have been able to prepare in time for a proper response.]

He sighed as he slipped the magazine in and cocked his gun. "If only the use of hitokiri was still deemed as acceptable...."

Just then the vid phone came to life and the face of Captain (ret.) Jules Sanders came into view.

"All preparations are complete, Kacho," he reported. "Teams 1 and 3 are now on stand-by, Team 2 is still incomplete though."

Alonav looked out into the landing field and beyond towards Neo-Portland "So those two aren't in yet?"

"I'm afraid so Kacho..."

"I see..."

Alonav stood up and holstered his gun then took one final look around his office. [Pity. I rather like this place.] "Well get everyone else ready- I've a feeling that the enemy is not gonna stay quiet any longer..."

"Hai, Kacho!" Sanders saluted.

"And please stop calling me Kacho!" Alonav said exasperated.

To Be Continued....

Another short episode done. Oh well I just gotta make the next one longer then right? I promise more action next time.

(Sorry, no omakes for now, the humorous part of my brain is on the fritz right now. So you'd have to settle for a few fast facts.)

Fast Facts:

Fast Fact No.1- In the year 1521 the Philippines was discovered by Magellan.

Fast Fact No.2- Gundam was originally abbreviated from General-purpose Utility Non-Discontinuity Augmentation Maneuvering.

Fast Fact No.3- If you watched the ending of the PS One game of Char's Counterattack closely you'll see that there is a possibility that Char and/or Amuro may have survived.

Fast Fact No.4- The secret ingredient in Chinese Noodles is........................................... a secret!

Fast Fact No.5- There are more than one hundred types of MS in Bandai's design archives (Gotta Catch 'Em All!)

Fast Fact No.6- Some people actually read this stuff.

Fast Fact No.7- New Types should never get drunk and allowed to Pilot any MS.

Fast Fact No.8- Nothing follows after this sentence.