Disclaimer: I do not own gundam or any of its characters. All characters in this story were made up by me.
As she walked into the bar she felt a sense of foreboding rush over her, making her senses go awry. Her vision blurred from the drinks she had previously consumed, she shambled up to the bar. "Bartender.....give..me...a...Drink". As the man looked her over he noted that she was hideously drunk and could not possibly hold any more alcohol. "No can do miss, your drunk enough already". The bartender felt saddened
when he looked away from the young girl, she looked like she no longer cared for her life.
"What's your name girl?" he asked just to create conversation since she wouldn't go away. "None of your goddamn business, dammit". Her speech was slurred and he noticed that she was falling asleep on the bar. It hadn't been the ideal time to talk to her, since she was drunk and was trying to catch some sleep on the bar. He scowled as drool dripped onto the table. He always ended up having to clean the bar and cleaning up the body fluids left behind by these drunk people was sure to be a mess.
When she woke up she was still at the bar. Her head pounding, she wondered why they had not kicked her out. She couldn't remember what she had drank, and quite frankly where she was either. She walked over to the door and tried to leave. She hit the door repeatedly with her hand. "Jesus! I can't leave and I have to get to roll call!" she started panicking. A head poked out of a nearby door frame and was startled by the person whom was banging on the door. He had thought that they would be outside. Sighing, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and shoved it into the keyhole.
It took a skill to open that door, the inside of the lock had been damaged when some punks had tried to break into the bar. They both walked out of the bar and in separate directions, He towards the outskirts of town and her to the center. Neither knew where the other was going, and that might have been a good thing.
As she slipped into the line for roll call she desperately hoped that they had not called her name already. "Jamal, Johnson, Johannes," she sighed in relief. "Kasumi?" "yes sir," she replied slowly, her headache still going strong. Alright men, we move out in 0700 hours, so be ready, make sure your mecha is in good repair and fully outfitted for jungle battle. She nodded her head, not really listening because she had read the briefing previously. She was part of a special team which was adept at fighting in all situations. She took a couple aspirin and prepared to get her Gm special powered up.
As he walked into the Zeon encampment, he noticed that everyone was running about getting their Mobile suits ready for battle. He slapped his head, remembering that it was the day they would finally try to take over the city. He ran over to his suit and sighed in relief at a sign that roll call would be taken once they were suited up. Remembering the girl, he thought about how she had been talking about roll call. And she definitely was not on the side of Zeon. Too bad she would have to die for such an inadequate cause.
Feeling a rush of excitement as he jumped into his suit, he almost forgot to ammo up. That might have been his end right there if he hadn't suddenly realized that a huge amount of lights were blinking. It needed fuel, ammo, and various coolants just to keep it running. His Zaku 1 was rusted and battle scarred from various encounters, and the nuclear core was damaged. The smell of leaking coolants and oils was overpowering to him as he sat into the cockpit and was glad that he had a filtered air supply through his helmet.
All the other soldiers complained when he started up his mobile suit, mostly because of the smell, and also they were slightly jealous. The Zaku 2 had not been much of an improvement over the Zaku 1, and most people had decided the first one had been the best. The first had higher mobility and reflex ratings, as well as the cockpit design was much more intuitive than the second. It used much more fuel to run also. He was glad that it had survived the Odessa wars with him, otherwise he too would be using a Zaku 2. he finished up his repairs and other tasks and joined the other suits for roll call. "Sargeant Akira! Front and Center!" He started to walk his suit up to the front, and he didn't get a good feeling about what was going to happen next.
Kasumis' GM plodded through the jungle, silently and off radar. These special GM's had a special coating on the outside preventing it from being seen on radar, and thes special wide feet kept them from being seen on sonar. They were virtually invisible. That is, until they were seen. They had been painted to match the jungle, but as usual, it didn't really match and it was kind of pointless. She was still tired and had a slight headache, but she knew that she would make it.
As The squad of GM's came closer to the target spot, they knew something was wrong, very wrong. All of a sudden a Zaku 1 crashed down onto the head of a GM, crushing it with monster like force. From that point on she knew they were screwed. Kasumi maneuvered her mobile suit in a full 180 degrees and hoped to dear god that it wouldn't overload the core. Her mobile suit was quirky. It didn't always work like she wanted it to. Kasumi wasn't the only one though. Most of their suits were so powerful and so specialized that only the pilot that they had been made for could use them. The drawbacks to these suits were also quite strange. For some reason the core and engines of the suits had not been upgraded, making them slower and less reliable. But that didn't matter right now. They only wished to survive.