I forgot the disclaimer last posting so here it is: I don't own jack.
Phase II:
Location: Side 3-Batch 21-Warsaw Colony.
Local date: December 25, 0079.
Major Johnny Ridden was currently pissed to no end. The fact that the Federation was on Zeon's doorstep while he was stuck back at the Colonies made him see red. Then he remembered why he was sent here. He was to pick up a new mobile suit, one that the higher-ups said would match his skill level.
The lift Major Ridden was on stopped and the doors slide open. He was now inside the Colonies most recent research installation. All sorts of strange mobile suits, mostly prototypes lined the wall. There were dozen of techs in glaring white clean suits swarming around like bees to a hive. They were attending to each and every prototype. Two men suddenly appeared in front of him.
The first a man in about in his mid-forties with silver hair and piercing blue eyes greeted him, "Ah Major Ridden, I am honored to be graced by the presence of the Crimson Lightening."
Ridden replied, "Just get to the point."
The man nodded and said, "Your just as impatient as they say. Follow me and lieutenant Tasker."
Ridden followed the two men until they stopped before one of the mobile suits docked there. It looked like a heavily modified MS-06 Zaku. The only difference noted was that it was painted a metallic blood red. The arm shield panel was missing and was replaced by a pair of spiked shoulder caps. On the legs were what looked like heavily modified thrusters.
The silver haired man said, "This is the MS-06-R2. It is probably as far as we can take the standard Zaku design. Performance wise it compares to a Rick-Dom only it is slightly faster and more maneuverable. We have also given it your standard color you prefer for your mobile suits."
Ridden asked, "What kind of weapons can this thing carry? A mobile suit is no good if it can't blast Feds into star dust."
Lieutenant Tasker turned and replied to the silver haired man and said, "Let me field this one Dr. Fran."
"It can carry all the standard Zaku arsenal along with some Federation weapons if salvaged, thanks to a new computer system. Since I knew that this suit was for your personal use, I made several additional modifications. Instead of a Heat Hawk Axe, it has a energy saber. It was taken off of a Federation GM we wasted at Odessa. I also as you can see on the rack next to this suit, there now is a modified old Zaku machine gun. I modified it to use the new 90mm. Ammunition. The modification allowed me to double the capacity of the old machine gun and increase its accuracy by about 20. Like all old types it can still fire a single shot or five round bursts."
Johnny smiled. "This is definitely excellent work. I can't wait to try this on the next Fed I run across."
Little did Major Ridden know that his first battle in the R2 would not be against the Federation.
Meanwhile, somewhere just a few hours away from Side 3 and the moon, 21 ships dropped out of hyper space. Commander Plo was extremely displeased. He was suppose to arrive weeks ago, but half way to his destination the hyper space engines and the majority of his command malfunctioned. He sighed to himself, If the prophets were stupid enough to only maintain their own ships and not those they conquered and employed, Plo had a sinking feeling that somewhere in the near future the war might be lost.
Plo was different from most elites, he tended to treat every member of his crew no matter what rank the same.
He felt that the class system was the one great big mistake in the foundation of the Covenant. Of course, this opinion had made him many enemies, but he still did have a few allies, especially the prophet of the Divine Crusade. He shared his opinion on the class system and was the only prophet who appreciated Plo's technical work before it was destroyed. If this mission was successful, the prophet promised to completely restore his full command and sponsor his research.
Plo looked into the control pit and barked, "Report."
The Jackal looked up and said, "Commander we are 30 minutes away from this world's moon. There seems to be a cluster of strange looking orbital rigs blocking our path though."
Plo inquired, "Are they military docking platforms?"
"No scans reveal massive number of people and vegetation inside. If I didn't know better, it would appear that they are primitive space colonies.
Plo grinned, "Looks like we won't have to wait to reach the moon to start eliminating these infidels. What's the nearest known colony?"
Another Jackal replied, "We can reach firing position on the colony furthest from the center of the cluster in about 10 minutes."
Plo instructed, "Ready the nuclear rockets. We'll blow away that colony, broadcast the usual message, and send out the fighters to pick off any resistance from the local military. Leave at least 2 colonies intact, we will use them as a staging area for the next part of our attack."
Ten minutes later, a single TIVVAY class mobile suit carrier was departing from Batch 45 Moscow Colony. On the bridge the captain said, "Have we cleared the dock?"
The helmsman replied, "Dock is clear. We've been ordered to proceed to the lunar defensive line."
Suddenly the radar operator shouted, "Sir, unknown contacts bearing.." He never got to finish the sentence. Seventy-five high speed nuclear rockets bombarded Batch 45. The explosion was so great that the Colony of 1 million and the ship departing from it were reduced in an instant to a floating molten debris field.
Commander Plo smiled. The Colony had no interception systems. It was just too easy.
"Sir, we have broadcasted the human message, we have contacts inbound from nearly every remaining colony."
Plo smiled again, so they were actually going to fight, despite they disadvantage in ballistics and technology. This might actually be a good day after all, he thought.
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