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Mobile Suit Gundam Pilot Biographies: Brothers in Arms
By: Maseface
Chapter1: Two Sides of the Spectrum
In the first few weeks of the OYW that marked the
beginning of the calendar year Universal Century (UC) 0079, both the Earth Federal
Forces and the Principality of Zeon saw half their respected armies perish,
while the atrocities that befell the civilians were far greater.
Meanwhile both forces were at a stalemate, combining and
increasing their forces in hopes of once again battling an intense war. The
Zeon began mass-producing their own mobile suits and in dire need of more
qualified and trained pilots. While the Earth Federal Forces began designing
and mapping out their own mobile suits under the "V" Project, whose
names would be infamous throughout the long and arduous that lay ahead: Gundam,
Guncannon, and Guntank. These mobile suits would later prove to be the deciding
factor that the Earth Federal Forces would need to gain an edge against the
already mass-produced Zeon mobile suits.
But before there were any Earth Federal Forces mobile
suits, there were the fighter pilots that braved the skies and space against
the large and heavily-armored Zeon mobile suits. They had the guts that the
Earth Federal Forces needed to at least gain some ground in the intense war.
But soon these fighter pilots would deem unneeded due to the construction and
production of the new and upcoming mobile suits. All in all, these new mobile
suits proved to be stronger and faster than the Principality of Zeon could
comprehend leading to more of a variety in the Earth Federal Forces specific
units attached to these mobile suits. But there had to be groundwork that the
later mobile suits had to be built on. These mobile suits would have to prove
to be effective in order for the Earth Federation to produce their own types of
this kind of specific mobile suit.
March 28, UC 0079
Luna II [L3 Colony Cluster] EFSF Base
1800 hours
The quiet and serene EFSF Base on Luna II was calming and
comforting to those who were stationed there. Once a base of horrible
atrocities occurred where the Earth Federal Space Forces battled the Zeonic
Space Assault Force, it now stood as a sanctuary to the Earth Federal Forces
pilots who were there for active duty or short leave. Both sides knew the
battle wasn't going to end, and seeing that, Admiral Dozle Zabi, commander of
the Space Assault Force, told the rest of his troops to retreat back to their
home base of Solomon.
'You know, you need to train more with your Saberfish or you'll end up like those who were killed in battle,' a young, beautiful blood red- haired woman said as she stared straight into another soldier's eyes.
They were both sitting down, eating their daily rations for lunch which included garlic bread, watered-down spaghetti and meat sauce, and water. Even though these weren't the healthiest of meals, they provided the soldiers onboard Luna II with a daily diet. They were the youngest Federation soldiers on Luna II, and they brandished their immaturity with brash antics and immature feelings about how they will change the course on the OYW (pretty much everybody thinks that now-a-days).
'Maybe, but there's no war here on Luna II, and I see it
that as long as there isn't any war I don't need to train. Anyway, I'm on
vacation and I've seen to many battles in my lifetime. I'm a seasoned veteran
now and I feel that my skills are qualified enough to go into battle at this
very moment,' the young man replied as he too stared at the beautiful young
woman sitting across the table.
'I didn't join this just-war cause of the Federation to
hear hot shots like you brag about their skills and the next day, I can find
their obituary in the paper. I joined because I wanted to end Zeon's
"master" race bullshit,' she said with both anger and fear in her
voice that increased the volume of her voice.
'Sure you did,' he said jokingly and mockingly at the
girl. 'You haven't even seen a battle before, so what would you know about my
skills as a pilot. You're even lucky my skills have got me this far. I didn't
escape into this war to hear young, brassy people like you to claim that they
themselves want to put an end to Zeon's bullshit. Only those who don't know the
true horrors of war say shit like that. When you can prove to me that you're
capable of backing up your claim, only then will I believe what you said. Until
then, your words are only a cliché to me,' the young man said as he sat up from
his chair and started walking the other direction. He stopped for a moment,
realizing the powerful words he had just said. He leaned his head to towards
his right shoulder and muttered, 'Thanks for bringing me back to reality once
again.'
'You asshole! How dare you treat me like that! If you ever need my help, rest assured that I won't be there,' she thought to herself but never said aloud as streams of tears flowed down her cheeks and on the metallic ground below.
'If only you knew how we soldiers feel about fighting and
killing the enemy. Ruum changed me in more ways than you know. Ending the
killing of my friends and comrades are what make me stay in this war now. I'm
sorry…' he thought as he walked farther and farther away, '… it isn't going to
end any time soon.'
January 12, UC 0079
Luna II [L3 Colony Cluster] EFSF Base
1800 hours
The war between the Principality of Zeon and the Earth
Federal Forces had only just begun. Almost two weeks ago, the Principality of
Zeon declared war on the Earth Federal Forces, launching surprise attacks on
the Zahn Province in Side 1 (L5), the Hatte Province in Side 2 (L4), and the Mua Province in Side 4 (L5). Through this week
long war, the Zeon forces used NBC (Nuclear, Biological, and Chemical) weapons
in hopes of startling the Earth Federal Forces enough to gain a decisive edge
in the upcoming months of the war. All in all, around 2.8 billion lives
(roughly 25% of the total human population) were lost as the Earth Federal
Forces garrisons and the colonies that housed them were destroyed.
In hopes of reaching the Earth Federal Forces main
headquarters, the Zeon forces staged an operation known as Operation British,
where the Zeon forces would drop a depopulated colony, Side 2 (L4) Bunch 8
(Island Iffish), onto the Earth Federal Forces general headquarters in Jaburo, South America. In accomplishing this, the colony
made a slingshot course around the Moon's orbit and would hopefully land at
Jaburo, but things went awry. The colony actually went off course and landed in
Sydney, Australia, destroying the whole city and its
population. While going through the atmosphere, the colony split up into four
pieces. Three of these pieces landed in a few unpopulated areas of North America, while the fourth and largest one
landed in Sydney, Australia, destroying 16% of the continent,
creating a 500 meter crater, and setting off an "impact winter" that
drastically changed the Earth's climate.
Inside the General of the Army's main Magellan-class
cruiser, the flagship Ananke, many Earth Federal Forces high-ranking officers began
talking about the next act the Zeon forces will commit against them. Knowing
that the Zeon would plan something drastic and large in the next few days or
weeks, they planned on it happening now. They would have to combine their
forces to put an end to the Zeon's onslaught of innocent people.
'We've gotten word that the reconnaissance planes we sent
out a few days ago noticed the Zeon moving ever closer towards the Side 5 L1
colony cluster. We believe that the Zeon are planning an offensive like the one
a few weeks ago in that area. With that in mind, I believe that we should move
our combined fleet towards that area, in hopes of stalling the Zeon offensive.
Any word, General Revil?' the commander of Luna II said as he showed a map of
the layout of outer space with Zeon moving ever closer towards Side 5.
'I believe that our cause is just enough to bombard the
Zeon offensive. Also, if the Zeon are to use NBC weapons again, we will have no
chance of stopping them. Our space fighters are no match for their heavily-
armored and more maneuverable mobile suits. We can't let another nuclear winter
occur on our beloved homeland. If we can stall the Zeon offensive long enough,
I believe that we might have a chance in gaining an edge in this war,' General
of the Army Revil said as he tried to raise the hopes and dreams of his fellow
comrades, but it seemed useless. He knew that the Zeon were stronger and had
more of chance both due to their mobile suits but also their chances of
inflicting heavy damage on the EFSF with NBC weapons.
Suddenly the metallic door to the control room of the
Magellan cruiser opened, revealing a young, black-haired man with his normal
suit's helmet that hanged firmly from his left hand. As he entered the room, he
saluted to all of the commanding officers, showing his respect and rank to them
all. Sweat dripped from his head as he noticed the head of the EFSF, General
Revil, staring at him confidently and respectfully.
'What the hell are you doing here, Burros? Can't you see
we're in a private meeting?' his commanding officer, Major Allen Keys, yelled
out with anger in his voice.
The young man dropped his hand, stared straight above the
officers and said, 'Sir, I'm done with my training and would like more orders
if that's at all possible, sir!' he yelled out in a muscular tone.
'Done before everybody else, huh? I see. Your piloting
skills must be qualified enough for me to rely on,' Revil said as he formed a
smile beneath his white and gray-haired mustache and beard. 'What's your name?'
'General Revil, sir. You don't have time to be talking to
a novice pilot like himself. You should be more interested in the battle coming
soon,' the Major said as he tried to make Revil ignore the soldier.
'I'm Sergeant First Class Kenichi Joshua Burros, sir.
During the One Week War, sir, I took down eight mobile suits single-handedly
while only maintaining a 20% loss to my fellow crew members. Not to brag, sir,
but I believe that my skills are qualified enough to take down more mobile
suits and even the occasional battleship, sir,' the young man said with joy in
his voice and a twinkle in his eye.
'Impressive Sergeant First Class
Burros. Your
skills are more than capable to be relied on. I'm hoping that you can help me
win in the upcoming battle. Do you agree?'
'Sir, yes sir. I will do anything you ask of me, sir, no
matter what the circumstances. I will always be by your side, sir.'
'I appreciate that, Sergeant. With that in mind, I believe
that your reliability has given me a sense of security. With that, I believe a
promotion is needed. Would you like it better if I called you Sergeant Major
Kenichi Burros?'
'Sir, that preposterous! He's too young to be given this
kind of treatment. Please reconsider, sir,' Keys said as he tried to plead with
Revil again.
'Sir, your offer is too generous. There's no need to give
me a two rank promotion, sir. My skills aren't as reliable as you may think,
sir. I'm only 18, sir, and have yet to learn what the true meaning of life
during war is, sir,' he said with nervousness is his voice as his hands began
to shake.
'That's nonsense. I read your record from the One Week War
and you were one of the few pilots who destroyed more than the occasional few
mobile suits. Your skills were unprecedented and I believed that a two rank
promotion was needed. Do you agree, Sergeant Major?'
'Sir, yes sir,' Ken replied as he walked out of the room
with a somber mood surrounding him as he walked towards the hangar of the lunar
base.
January 16, UC 0079
Side 5 [L1] Bunch 11 [Ruum]
1500 hours
The intense battle was raging on. Both the Zeon Space
Forces and the Earth Federal Space Forces were sustaining large amounts of
casualties as the second day of the war raged on. With the Earth Federal Space
Forces 1st Combined Fleet, under General of the Army Revil, sustaining a 50%
death toll, the Zeon seemed to be having a field day. More and more Zeon pilots
were getting recognized by the EFSF for their skills as a mobile suit pilot.
Due to the immense attack the Zeon Space Forces put upon the
colonists of Side 5, the whole colony was destroyed along with its 2.5 billion
inhabitants. Yet, the war for Ruum was still not over. Soldiers kept fighting
and fighting for either independence or just ending the other side's bullshit
on their ideals and fascist dictatorship.
'Shit!' Ken yelled as an explosion rocked rattled his own Saberfish off course due to one of his comrades being shot down and killed by a volley of 120 mm machine gun shells to the engine block.
He was getting used to it by now. All of his team and his
friends were either dead or MIA due to the intense onslaught of the new and
improved Zeon Zaku mobile suits. One after another, he saw most of his team
members' fall from either a Zeon Zaku or a Zeon Musai-class battleship. What was
more horrifying was the colony that stood in the background. Thousands of
people died in that colony, either by nuclear weapons or by G-3 gas. He had
seen so much more blood and death in this war than what had happened during the
One Week War. But this time he had seen the enemy that had killed his comrade.
It had a different color scheme than the normal Zeon Zakus he had fought
previously, and also it was an early type version. It was in a midnight black color scheme, making it
harder for Ken to spot the enemy's movements.
'Ha! So there you are?' Ken said to himself as he flew
closer and closer to the Zeon mobile suit that stood only a few dozen yards
away, still maneuvering its way through the intense combat and etching closer
and closer to Ken's position.
'You think you can take me, Federation scum?' the Zeon
pilot asked through the communications channel.
'What? How did you decipher the frequency?' Ken asked in
alarm but managed to shoot a pair of missiles toward the mobile suit.
'It wasn't that hard, punk. Shit!' he yelled out as he
managed to dodge the missiles just in time. 'Take this!' he yelled out again as
he fired a barrage of 120mm machinegun shells as the Federation aircraft.
'Too predictable,' Ken said as he easily dodged the
sporadically fired bullets and streamed closer and closer to the mobile suit.
'You have no chance if you're trying to do hand-to-hand
combat, kid. Just give up and surrender,' the pilot said as it pulled out a heat
hawk (a heated axe-like weapon) out of its belt with its left hand.
'Gotcha,' Ken said as he fired his more missiles towards
the mobile suit, this time landing in the enemy's left hand, causing the heat
hawk to become numerous pieces along with the mobile suits hand.
'You're good, kid. See you later,' the pilot said as the
frequency was cancelled and the mobile suit shot out into space further and
further away.
'Flagship Ananke, this is Sergeant Major Kenichi Burros.
My team is lost and I need backup,' Ken said as he waited and waited for an
answer from Revil's flagship, but no answer came. 'Shit!' Ken yelled out as he
turned his aircraft in the direction of the flagship only to find it in one big
pile of debris.
He flew as fast as he could towards the flagship, hoping
it wasn't too late for him to save the General. Just as he entered the 100
yards zone of the flagship, a static transmission came from the ship saying,
'Ser...Major Ken...Burros…I nee…backup…Now...My ship...crippled and…enemy has
boarded…If…can help…and I…ill reward…heavily…Please…' the General said as the
transmission was cut off.
'Dammit!' Ken yelled as he got
closer and closer to the ship, realizing that his reliability was what got
Revil in trouble in the first place. Just as he was about to enter the ship, he
saw three early type Zaku mobile suits it a dark violet and dark green color
scheme exiting the hangar in the front of the ship.
He sped up cautiously towards the enemy, hoping not to
risk his own life. He turned another corner and fired his fighter's 25mm
machinegun towards the enemy. Just as the shells were about to hit, the enemy
detected his presence and quickly dodged the shells, firing their thrusters
away from the ship and firing back with their own borage of machinegun shells,
causing the debris of the ship and things around it to scatter and disintegrate
leaving the enemy an easy escape.
What Ken had just witnessed was a deafening ordeal that
rocked the whole entire Earth Federal Forces across both space and on Earth. To
everybody's horror, General of the Army Revil was kidnapped by an infamous
group of brash Zeon pilots that go by the nickname "Black Tri-Stars",
due to the dark-coloring of their mobile suits. With Revil kidnapped, the
operation to halt the Zeon offensive ended abruptly, sending chills down the
spines of every EFSF soldier that fought in the Battle of Ruum, or Ruum
Campaign. All in all, 500 million casualties were divided between both sides of
the war, causing the largest number of casualties in a war the greatest ever.
On that same day, the rest of the EFSF 1st Combined Fleet retreated with
melancholy in their hearts and minds, and believing to have sustained an 80%
loss to their fleet.
On the other side of the picture, the Zeon Space Forces
were proud that their successful endeavor was over. Many young pilots' names
were finally brought to the forefront due to their courageous actions during
the Ruum Campaign. One such pilot was First Lieutenant Char Aznable, who
successfully brought down five Magellan-class EFSF battleships, nicknamed
"Red Comet" for the lightning speed of his mobile suit and also its
red coloration, and promoted to Captain by the Space Attack Force. Another
young pilot was Sergeant First Class Johnny Ridden, who brought down three Magellan-class
battleships, nicknamed "Red Blitz" for his mobile suit's quick speed
and also its blood red coloration, and promoted to Captain by the Mobile
Assault Force. Another pilot that received recognition for his intense actions
on the battlefield was Sergeant Major Kanz Vermeil, who single-handedly brought
down 4 Magellan-class battleships and 2 Salamis- class battleships, nicknamed
"Dark Shogun" for his lightning fast moves and the dark color of his
mobile suit, and was promoted to First Lieutenant by the Space Attack Force.
All in all, the success of this one Zeon offensive proved to be decisive in
later battles, but also brought them down in the near future.
March 28, UC 0079
Luna II [L3 Colony Cluster]
1830 hours
'This is Chief Warrant Officer Neville Minn. Everything
seems to be quiet. No sign of the enemy anywhere,' a pilot from an MS-06F Zaku
II Zeon mobile suit said as it swept through the space near some colony
wreckage about 1000 yards from Luna II.
'Roger that, Chief. Report back here for another mission assignment,' the commander of the small fleet of mobile suits said through Neville's communication channel.
Chief Warrant Officer Neville Minn's mission was to search through the colny wreckage and find hidden any sign of NBC weapons or G-3
gas containers. Even though it was highly unlikely that he would find any, he
still did. Located towards the back of the colony were the remnants of a Zeon Zake and its G-3 gas containers, probably a pilot who never
completed its mission.
'Yes, sir,' Neville replied as he turned his mobile suit
around and headed back to his home base. 'Wait, sir. I'm picking up something
on radar. Oh shit! There is more than one of them! There are numerous numbers
of enemies, sir! What do I do?' Neville panicked as he located an enemy
squadron coming closer and closer to his position.
'Engage the enemy, Neville. I'll send reinforcements to
you now,' the commander said as he tried to calm down the young soldier and he
ceased their communication channel. 'This is Captain Joel Cunningham. Neville
is engaging the enemy as we speak and needs backup on the double. I request the
rest of the mobile suit force to engage also,' he shouted through the
communications channel of his lead Musai-class cruiser. He then opened up a communications
channel to one of the soldier's rooms inside the Musai and said, 'Sorry to be
waking you, Lieutenant JG Vermeil, but I truly need your help for this one.
Neville is in a bit of a jam and needs an experienced pilot, like you, to help
him. I'm sorry about this, but we both need you.'
'Yes, sir,' the soldier replied in a not-so-excited tone.
A few minutes later, the enemy engaged the mobile suit
fleet along with the Musais in an intense battle. Many lives were being lost,
mostly to the Earth Federal Forces, and more and more families were being
heart-broken over the loss of their son or daughter. Before the stalemate, many
lives were lost due to the power struggle between the Earth Federal Forces and
the Principality of Zeon. None worse than those committed upon the great Earth:
from which their ancestors first sprouted and walked upon.
'They're only fighters, sir. We shouldn't have any problem
with them,' a soldier in another Zaku said as he fired more and more bullets
from his Zaku's 120mm machinegun at the enemy fighters.
'Don't underestimate the enemy. They're more experienced
and more powerful than we could've ever predicted. Stay alert and watch your
backs. Make sure the enemy doesn't reach the Musais,' the commanding officer of
the mobile suits, 2nd Lieutenant Hans Lyman, said as he drove his
mobile towards the enemy.
'Predictable from an inexperienced
pilot like himself.
Shouting out those words won't save lives, but it might as well save a few,' 2nd
Lieutenant Vermeil thought as he destroyed another enemy fighter with his
modified Zaku's 120mm machinegun and the stealth of his black-colored Zaku.
'It's as if more and more appear out of nowhere. We don't
have the manpower or the mobile suit power to handle this kind of raid. What
should we...' a soldier began to stay until flames lit up his cockpit from the
enemy's machinegun and his mobile suit exploded in front of his commanding
officer.
'Don't worry. As long as they don't reach the Musais, we
have a chance. Vermeil,' he began to say as he patched up a communications line
with another soldier, 'I want you to lead the charge as we head straight for
the enemy. Your experience may help us gain an edge on the enemy's battle
strength.'
'That's suicide, Hans, and you know it. Rushing into the enemy
like that will only increase your chances of getting killed. We need to fall
back. We have a chance of winning as long as we can get the Musais back to Granada. Until then, engaging the enemy
with our limited number of mobile suits is suicide.'
'I gave you an order, Vermeil, and I expect you to follow
it!' he yelled.
'When me and my comrades' lives are on the line, I don't
give a shit what you have to say. Just keep your goddamn mouth shut and let us
do what we have to do to stay alive.'
'Goddamnit, Vermeil! You could
be court-martialed for not obeying orders, you know!'
'Court-martial me then. Until you do, I'm going to stay
alive and make sure my comrades will, too,' he replied in a harsh tone as he
lead the rest of the mobile suits back to the Musais a couple 1000 yards away,
and leaving behind a blinder cracker so the enemy wouldn't be able to follow
them.
'When I give you an order, Ensign, I expect you to obey,
you understand?' Hans said as he grabbed the soldier by the collar and threw
him up against the hangar's metallic wall.
'Get your hands off me,' he replied as he swept Hans'
hands off his collar. 'How dare you touch me? You have no authority over me,
Hans, and you're even lucky I joined your little escapade to Side 7. Without me
during Ruum, you wouldn't have gotten the recognition from Rear Admiral Dozle
like you did.' He then grabbed Hans by the collar and said this to his face,
'The next time you touch me with your hands, Hans, you'll regret it. Now do you
understand?'
'That's enough! The both of you!' a voice yelled from the
right. It was Joel's voice. 'How dare you start a ruckus in my hangar!' he
yelled out as he walked over to the both of them as they were saluting. 'Next
time you fight, I'll send the both of you to Dozle and see what he could do
about your attitudes. Would you like that?
'No, sir,' they both replied.
'Sir, I felt it necessary that the well-beings of my crew
were more important than starting another war with the Federation. With that
said, sir, I feel I made the right choice,' Vermeil said with confidence in his
voice.
'Sir, I deemed it necessary that we engage the enemy
because I felt that the protection of the Musais and our underlying mission was
more important that the lives of my crew. Sir, I also feel that the Federation
would be stunned at our battle strategy and withdraw their troops, making it
easier to complete our mission,' Hans said as he stared straight above Jowl's
head.
'Sir, without my crew, there wouldn't be a mission,'
Vermeil replied as he tried to lean Joel's favor in his direction.
'You do have a point, Vermeil, but you also didn't obey
orders, and that means some sort of punishment. Do you understand?'
'Sir yes sir. Sir, Hans isn't my commanding officer; you
are, and I felt that he was in no position to boss me around and put my life in
danger. As you just saw, sir, Hans was only trying to tell me his
authority was the only authority onboard this ship. He believes, sir that your
orders are false and need to be reexamined. That's why he tried to reaffirm his
officer role, in hopes of swaying me to his side, while he got all the glory.'
'Is this true, Hans?'
'Sir no sir. I only felt that Vermeil was
veering in the wrong direction and needed some authority to steer him in the
right direction. Sorry, sir, but you as well as I know that I would never do
anything to overlap your authority.'
'I don't believe you, Hans. I feel that the both of you
need punishment. Hans, I feel a transfer would be necessary for you while
Vermeil, you need solitary confinement. Do you both understand?'
'Sir yes sir,' they both replied as they headed out of the
hangar and towards their respective rooms.
Luna II
1800 hours
'All fighters prepare to launch on the double! We are engaging
the enemy!' the voice from the loud speaker said as it echoed throughout the
entire hangar. Soldiers from all directions were hurrying to their stations on
board the Salamis-class battleship, some running towards the turrets, others to
their Saberfish fighters, and the rest to their positions all across the
cruiser.
'Gotcha,' Ken said to the guy's voice on the loudspeaker,
even though there wouldn't be a reply, as he jumped inside his fighter's
cockpit and suited up to be ready for battle, checking over the many monitors
and screens outlying the cockpit.
'This is Falcon 2. I'm ready for launch,' a pilot of Ken's
squadron of Saberfish said to the technical officer of Luna II as he suited up
and got ready to do battle with the enemy.
'This is Falcon 3. I'm also ready to launch,' another
pilot said as he was followed by the rest of the squadron of twelve Saberfish.
'Ken, you're all set to go,' the chief mechanic of Luna II said to Ken as she jumped off the cockpit with a smile on her tanned face and headed wherever gravity was going to take her.
'You look better without a tan, you know?' Ken said as he closed his hatch to the cockpit and flicked some gauges to get ready for take-off.
'Whatever you loser,' she replied with a smile on her face as she drifted farther and farther away from Ken's Saberfish. 'Just make sure you come back in one piece, alright?'
'I always do. Later,' he said as he took off from the hangar and out into the darkness known as space.
TO BE CONTINUED…