Johnson
"You may not stay here" the man said, his eyes still piercing the skin of Sergeant Johnson. "You may not stay here because you will be a threat to our well being" Johnson was astonished. How could they turn away a man who has nothing? A woman who needed help desperately? He turned his eyes down, looking at his feet with a blank stare. He was in deep thought. He did not know what to do next.
"However, we have decided that you may stay until we have treated your friend for her injuries. But, after this you must leave us". The man's cold blue eyes softened, even if it were for a second, and then hardened again, becoming what seemed like a brick wall. However deep it may be, this man still was kind. The Sergeant relaxed, and ebbed into a deep sleep. Only now did they realize just how fatigued he was.
Akira
He sat there for what seemed like eternity. The body lay on the ground, the shotgun still smoking. Only now did he realize just how precious life was, and how easily it could be taken away. At this point he came back to reality. He couldn't go back they thought that he was dead. They would have answered the S.O.S by now, and quite frankly, he didn't think that they cared. They were a drafted unit. However professional they were, the unit would still be expendable. Forever were his friends gone, after all they had gone through.
It was back in high school that Akira realized that he was doomed to be drafted. He no longer could live the calm inner city life that he loved so much. As soon as the government men showed up, he knew that something was wrong. His mother answered the door, and he hid in the kitchen, peering out from around the wall. His mother wailed, crying, begging them to not take him. They merely pushed her aside, and walked towards him. His mother told him to run, but he was frozen to the spot. His feet were like lead, unmoving, numb. And as if in a trance, he followed the men out to their car, looking out at his mother as they pulled away, never to see her again.
He returned from his flashback, realizing that the mobile suit was running. He swore at himself, knowing that he could have burned a 5th of the tank by now. Looking at the fuel gage, his eyes widened. He was running on fumes. How long had he sat here? He wondered. It was then he realized that it was how the man had reached him, burning the precious fuel to come to this base. He did not know why the man had come, and quite truly, he didn't care. All he knew is that that man had died before, he had watched him. It sent shivers down his spine.
He heard a sudden rumbling outside the hangar, and immediately became worried. He could recognize a mobile suit engine from a mile away. And he knew that this one was very heavily outfitted. He counted two, then three. And then suddenly, it became strangely quiet. With his current fuel amount, he could fight them for roughly an hour or so. Looking around the hangar, he noticed an odd shape. Turning on the lights on the mobile suits head, he suddenly felt joy swell up inside him.
Kasumi
She woke up to strange faces. Though still under the drugs from treatment, she knew that she had never met these people in her life. She looked around, trying to find a familiar face. She really truly had no idea where the hell she was. She then realized that something was touching her leg. Looking down, she saw a sickening sight. A man was performing surgery.
He eyes widened as she realized that the man was about to relocate her shin. It must have been dislocated before. She tried to scream for help, but nothing came out when she moved her lips. She felt a strange pop, and hoped to dear God that that was the shin bone going back into place. A woman rushed over and shoved a needle into her arm, sedating her further. She once again fell into a deep sleep.
She dreamed. It was an odd dream, a man was talking, but she couldn't hear him. He was dressed in a torn uniform, his eyes a deep blue. At times he would go silent, as if waiting her response. Slowly, it seemed like the man was getting angry. He turned into a dragon, flames spewing out of his mouth. As he lunged at her, she woke up.
Sitting up suddenly in bed, a great pain washed over her. It felt like her leg was on fire. Her head hurt, the dull pain reaching into the deepest parts of her brain. She looked around slowly, not wanting to trigger that pain again. She saw Johnson, sitting the corner asleep. It occurred to her that he was tied up, and tried to find some reason. As she tried to get out of bed and walk over to him, an old lady stopped her. "You must rest my dear, for you are very ill". Kasumi knew that this was true, but she really wanted to see him. She propped herself up in bed instead, wishing to see what was going on around her.
Johnson
When he woke up, he felt much better. They had treated him too, for he also had the radiation sickness. It was gone, thank goodness. He probably couldn't have lasted much longer himself. He was still worried about Kasumi though, for they had just performed surgery to fix her leg. Once they were cast out of this peculiarly large basement, they would have to fend for themselves. It would slow them down. Knowing that the Federation had given up on this sector, they didn't know how long it would be until the Zeons saw it fit to be used by them. It was only a matter of time.
It bothered him. They had used them as a diversion to bide time for the nuke. They had been labeled "expendable". It mostly worried him because they had been the top unit in the Federation Ground Forces. This meant that they were getting desperate, which was never a good sign. He frowned. There was no reason to go back to the people who betrayed them... but then again there was no way that they were going to Zeon. He still believed in what he fought for, and it was going to stay that way.
He had chosen from the beginning that he was joining the Federation in order to create peace. That was his sole motive for entering the army and endangering his livelihood. He would have it no other way. He had been so hell bent on getting this peace , he did not realize that the Federation was becoming corrupt. More and more of the higher ranking positions were filled with people who hated Zeon because they wanted a war. They were crazy, battle hardened people. They had no second thoughts about killing innocent people.
All these thoughts went through Sergeant Johnson's head. He found no conclusion in the long run, but rather to leave it until Kasumi and himself were up on their feet and ready to make a decision. A boy tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir, you are to follow me". He admired the boys courage, and fell in step behind him. He was lead to a partitioned section of the room, and told to enter. He saw the man from earlier sitting behind the desk. He motioned for him to sit down. Once Johnson was seated, he opened his mouth to speak...