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"They United By Trust"
Chapter 5
"I don't know why, but love was heavy in the air that night. Many would die and many would not be seen again. Yet, is going after the woman you loved, or if you're the woman, the man that you love, on the night of a big battle and stragtic withdraw, is that what brigs about love between the sexes in uniform? I know I found the girl of my dreams, and she was a Coordinator, but I didn't give a rat's ass, she was my angel."
From the personal journal of:
Lance Corporal Lane Heartman, 73rd Battlion, 23rd Regiment, 7th Division, AFMC
Onogoro Island Military Command Center
"I would like to thank you Col. Jackson. Your forces aided us in defending our homeland, but I fear that even more forces will be poured into taking our Mass Driver," Lord Uzumi Nara Atha stated sadly.
"Most likely the 3rd Fleet from Pearl Harbor and the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Marine Divisions from Camp Pendleton, CA. I believe they can be made to see the truth, but these particular units already know, but are following orders like the good soldiers they are, which they are," Colonel Peter Jackson said soberly.
"Hmm… That is a most distressing thing. To fight those you respect as equals and friends, as fellow countrymen, in a battle for our nation of Orb. I will not place you in such a position," Lord Uzumi stated.
At that time a 232nd CYMC messenger barged into the room. Her brown hair soaked with sweat and her breathing heavily labored. She stood to her full height of 5' 5.68", straightened out her black uniform with blue and red piping, and saluted smartly.
"Message from the 7th Fleet and 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Marine Divisions!" she stated excitedly.
"Read," Col. Jackson simply put.
"To the Captain of the Kestrel and the Ghost of Burma Ridge,
Simper Fi! We're on our way to reinforce your position! This operation has been ordered by the highest levels of our Atlantic Federation's most loyal officers and leaders. A secret group known as Logos has been manipulating our nation, our allies, and the war itself, but they are playing with hell fire and have just gotten themselves burned.
Your orders are to maintain a defense of Orb and then launch with them into space, those unable to, are to form guerrilla units and launch attacks designed to destroy Logos as well as expose them. Information will be delivered when we meet up, but you are now being informed that we're be unable to officially join with you. We'll be simply supporting you as the 4th Fleet has been reorganized and combined with the remains of the 14th Fleet and 15th Fleets. They're expected to hit you with-in 24 hours; we'll be arriving to take over occupation of Orb in 72 hours. Good Luck and Good Hunting!
Yours truly,
Marine General Martha C. Smith
Speaking for Marine Corps. Commandant Alfred H. Mitchell
P.S. - Oo-Rah!"
"That's the message sirs," stated the young massager.
"Thank you CPL. Mays, you are dismissed. Return to the command room and bring us anything new and important, at once," Col. Jackson said.
"YES SIR!" Sgt. Rosette Mays replied her emerald eyes for of courage and daring, the flush look of her tan skin disappearing with renew vigor. She saluted, spun on her heel, and walked sharply back to the command room.
Elsewhere, with the Archangel
"Fate had us meet as enemies, but destiny shall make us brothers and sisters," stated Major Miroku Ling, speaking to Orb's Threesome Fearsome and Athrun Zala and Dearka Elsman.
"What does that mean?" Dearka asked.
"We're be carrying different battle standards, but the same banner," Maj. Ling answered.
"WHAT?" asked the Threesome Fearsome as one.
"He means that though we're from different lands and different genetic backgrounds, we're essentially going to be fighting the same enemy for the same reason. For the peace of our people and for the peace in our time," answered a young woman with platinum hair and fiery red eyes.
Athrun and Dearka both had to rub their eyes, thinking they ran into a Joule. This young woman stood 5' 4.4" tall and had a figure both boys wanted to touch and sleep with, but they had a nagging problem, a blonde with fiery amber eyes and a punch to back it up for Athrun and a brunette with soft gentle blue eyes and a strong-willed personality for Dearka.
"This is my fiancée, Master Sergeant Linda Lambert from the 232nd California Youth Mobile Company. I, myself, am from the 239th CYMC and my name is Major Miroku Ling," Maj. Ling said.
"SAY WHAT?" the five cried out.
"So what! We're happy, that's all that matters, plus the wedding's tonight at 2900 hrs sharp. You're welcomed to attend," he said rather annoyed.
"Your ages?" asked Athrun.
"Linda's 16 years old and I'm 19 years old," Miroku said rather annoyed once more.
"That's rather…"
"Your one to talk Athrun! You and Lord Uzumi's daughter were loud last night and that yes I will, yes I will, woke up the other half of the bunker, plus the several others around," Dearka said.
"WHAT?" Athrun said blushing a crimson so red, there had been no previous time it appeared, but Athrun had a come back.
"What about that female friend of Kira's? Hmm… You two I'm told woke up all three Archangel-Class ships, plus a dozen others," Athrun stated.
"It was actually only the three Archangels and a couple hundred addition people, not the couple thousand plus you and Blondie woke up," Dearka answered back without a blush.
Athrun blushed even a deeper shade of red that no one had ever seen before, but before he could counter, the word came to prepare to abandon Onogoro Island.
Yes, I know short, but I'm having serious crunch time, but I'll make a longer one soon, don't worry. This is just an appetizer of what's to come.
