Phase 1- Crumbling Empire
A massive ship slowly moved through the blackness of space, surrounded by several small crafts and what could be considered a small army of Mobile Suits. The amazing machine was enormous, far greater in size than fifty Gundams stacked together in a pile. In the back of the behemoth, two huge jets spat out a huge gust that pushed the monster forward, but leisurely towards a large cluster of space stations and facilities. Already in that 'campus' like complex had people sited the oncoming group of Mobile Suits and military aircrafts, and the place was in near chaos as all the officials and workers prepared for the crowd's arrival.
The place- ZAFT Headquarters.
Inside the great ship that stood in the center of the moving throng, a man sat within a grey-leathered chair, one leg crossed over another, and his hands closed together as his deep green eyes stared out at the main-center for the ZAFT Organization, a hint of sadistic nature in them. A small grin reached its way a short distance across his face, created by his current sense of satisfaction. He had a fine head of hair, almost bronze in color, and so long that even as he sat down, it fell to nearly reach his elbows. His well-built body was clothed by military-suit, much like ZAFT Officers, though this one sported the hue of mainly black, with silver bordering and seams, as well as its emblems in white.
The perfect garb for a man whose heart and mind reflected that mixture.
Before him, below a short balcony was the main control center for the communications and transportation for the ship. Dozens of panels and computers sat on the ground, with a handler before them, working frantically to their job and making sure everything was sound. These men and women also had a specific uniform, though less regal than the man above them, and with only a color array of a black upper body and grey lower body, whether that would be pants or skirts.
Unlike them then, the higher officers were allowed to wear special hats, signifying their greater importance in their league. Two of these stepped into the large room after the double-door opened and re-closed then, both male and standing with a straight posture as they walked over to the side of the long-haired man.
"Sir, we have confirmation that the ZAFT Headquarters has opened their doors and allowing us to enter their facilities to meet with Chairman Delara" the one of them stated as they stood gave a salute. The grin slowly stretched further across the sitting-man's face, as his green eyes nearly lit up some kind of mysterious pleasure and his hands lowered from his lips.
"Good, all appears to be going as planned. So long as we make it to their main office and be able to spread out troops out, nothing can fail" he said aloud for the two officers to hear. It grabbed their attention.
"Do you mean the Mobile Suits sir?" the one inquired. He shook his head.
"No, they won't be of much help unless in a serious situation of combat, which I doubt on all levels will occur. I imply about our human-forces, with whom we can we essentially lock-down the entire station, and then it'll become ours..." the enigmatic young man explained. The pair of officers still appeared befuddled, and their facial expressions represented that.
"Then sir, please don't mind my suggestion, but wouldn't you rather have us pick up speed with the travel, and get to there and in there quicker?" one asked. The comment made the leader let out a quiet chuckle.
"Major, you know as well as I do that patience is a virtue" he began staring harder at the ZAFT Headquarters through the main window on the ship, "this is not only the biggest mission of our time, but the most difficult the world has seen. If we rush the slightest aspect, all could fail. Besides, they may not be showing it, but those ZAFT inferiors are more fearful than they have even been in their lives with this sudden gathering, and from all of what's happened to them in the past weeks. Any sign of aggression, even the smallest thing like speeding towards them, could set those fools off. Then if that happens, then this entire operation is a possible failure. It is of utter significance that we feign pacifism". The pair of officers both were speechless for several seconds as they stared at the man, nearly stupefied. Though, they had got the message loud and clear.
"Umm, would you like to go and call in most of the Mobile Suits then…to, uhh…" one of them began to say after a few more moments. The leader simply nodded and interrupted him.
"Yes, do so, it is a good idea" he replied. Still slowed down by emotional amazement, the two officers both saluted, and then left the room together. The long-haired man leaned back into his chair, sighing 'happily'. "How much more time until our arrival?" he asked aloud.
"Approximately fifteen minutes sir" one of the communicators at the panels answered back. The leader grinned once more, and narrowed his eyes, quietly chuckling to himself as he revealed a set of pearl-white teeth; but opened for an expression of insanity.
"Fifteen minutes then until this universe is in my hands…"
Inside the ZAFT complex, Chairman Delara sat in the center of a long, arched desk with a pensive expression on his grim face. He leaned forward with his elbows to the surface of the table, and his fingers entangled together as an endless wave of thoughts rushed through the middle-aged man's head. For the last few weeks, being Chairman of the grand organization ZAFT was an arduous gauntlet for Delara. He was facing a crisis more unusual and difficult to comprehend than any ZAFT had encountered since the terrible war with the Earth Alliance.
For much time, nearly two months, chains of unexplainable events were transpiring all across the galaxy, specifically at ZAFT stations, bases and colonies. It started when some eight months ago did a top Military Training School suddenly was destroyed in a mysterious self-destruction, killing every person there and all the military equipment. Then two months later one of their top Gundam research labs had several documents containing data and instructions stolen right out from the filing cabinets, and even from their computers. How it had occurred no one knew, nor understood, but it was clear to all that the larceny of such important records for an unknown cause could it no way have positive outcomes.
Such was somewhat true, for in the coming months it started all over again, and no more than two weeks ago did they start occurring day after day. Nearly a dozen factories and other development labs were robbed of both Mobile Suit data and several Mobile Suits themselves, including types such as the DINNs, GINNs and other different models. Then the mysterious happenings increased in number, similar events, but also new. About seven colonies were completely cut from communications with others and all other ZAFT landmarks, and disappeared off computerized maps all over. More armories for Mobile Suits and other military crafts were reported to be raided secretly, and more technology and documents were stolen.
Then all havoc augmented when another small ZAFT military base was destroyed suddenly, and no sign of a direct culprit was known. A communications center was completely eradicated, and one by one minor stations for ZAFT were being either cut from contact with the rest of the galactic faction, or decimated like the first two before them.
All the while, Chairman Delara had his best organizations and teams attempt to figure out who or what was causing this, but could never come up with any logical explanation or discover any type of clue. As political and social chaos looked like it would ensue, the Neutral Nation Giyre came forth and offered to have a special session to explain what they had said was information they knew about the bizarre incidents to Delara and the rest of the ZAFT Board. Out of desperation in that he had nothing to go on anyways, or no solid plan to prevent any more of the episodes, the Chairman agreed to have the meeting take place, which would be fairly soon as he waited with the rest of his council.
The wait would not be long though.
"Chairman Delara, are you sure this is the best method to go through with this?" one of his right-hand men asked as he leaned forward to see his superior. For several seconds he was silent, still appearing to be trapped within his own thoughts.
"Aye, it is all we can do. This is the first report of any link to whoever's been doing this, and probably our only for much time. Our successes in finding out anything ourselves have been next to none, and if we continue going at this rate, we'll most surely have more of our posts destroyed. Even one by one, more chaos could occur across the galaxy, and all of the Plants would be sent into havoc amongst their Coordinators, they're already worried enough as it is…" the leader explained.
"But sir, don't you consider this almost, 'reckless'? We don't know all too much about this Giyre party that's coming as well. Wouldn't you rather have some investigation go on with them before this?" another member of the board asked. Delara shook his head.
"Not when we could endanger more of our stations and some hundreds or thousands of lives, no, I will not allow it. Giyre is a neutral nation, and for now that's enough to know we can trust the. Besides…I'm afraid it's too late to change anything now…". With that he once more grew silent, as did the rest of the board, even while the many apprehensive expressions engulfed their faces.
As another two minutes passed, the doors to large hall opened in a flash, and beginning to enter were five ZAFT Soldiers, and behind them were ten of Giyre.
"Chairman Delara, we've brought the Giyre Party to you" one of the soldiers declared with a salute. The quintet then all parted, and gave passage to the group of black-suited humans. In front of them all was a long haired man, bronze-colored hair.
"Mr. Delara, I'm Balador Varo, pleased to meet you" he greeted with a smirk. The Chairman narrowed his eyes.
A once calm Earth Alliance Alaska Military Base became plagued by the obstreperous orchestra of two Gundams clashing with one another in a duel of their armaments. About two miles from the walls of the station were the two top Earth Alliance Mobile Armors in the air, locked in combat as their pilots controlled the massive machines to battle the other. These two fine weapons were the Thunder Gundam, and the Blaze Gundam.
The Thunder was a thick, large machine, made to battle with brute force and power. It sported a fine array of deep yellow and white tones, a slight signification of its name. The Blaze instead bore crimson painting on the metallic armor, though likewise with several spots of white as the Thunder. This particular suit was fast and agile, created mainly for aerial combat and to execute speedy maneuvers quickly and with little effort.
Most amazing about this entire matter were the pilots of the two machines. Both were fifteen year old Natural males, not even old enough to be in college, but skilled enough to pilot the deadly weapons effortlessly from short years of training. The pilot of the Thunder was named Logan Dile, and for the Blaze, the energetic young man Rodka Redwing. Both had been sent to military school at a young age, and there they were able to express their natural flair for commanding the suits. When they were barely twelve years old, the two of them were transferred to the new Alaska Headquarters, where they were showed the pair of Gundams the Earth Alliance was proud to have created.
And within three years, they had perfected the art of piloting them, and fighting with them.
"Woo! These new boosters are amazing!" Rodka yelled from his cockpit as he sent the Blaze sailing about in the air above the Thunder. Down below him in his own small control-room Logan smirked at his fellow pilot.
"Dangit Rodka we're supposed to be having a test-duel here, so get your weapons firin' with that thing!" he shouted as he had the Thunder shoot off two blasts of its Beam Rifle. In an instant the Blaze stopped in mid-air, and just managed to scoot away from both shots.
"Hey man lay off, I couldn't help but have some fun with those things for a sec!" Rodka replied. The Thunder aimed its rifle at the Blaze as it charged up another shot.
"Play-time's over bud, I wanna show everyone at the base that I can kick your butt with this baby" Logan challenged as he smirked once more. Rodka laughed, enjoying the comment.
"Ohh so that's how it is? Well then, I'll be glad to whip your ass!" he said back, and in a flash the Blaze had released two long steel chains from its wrists, and Rodka had them swiping at the Thunder. Logan managed to block the shots with his Gundam's giant Battle Axe, letting the sharp-tips of the links bounce off the head of his weapon.
"I'm seriously hoping that wasn't meant to be a real joke" he responded, amused. Rodka chuckled.
"Aww, I thought I'd finally be able to make you laugh with that one".
"Think of this way- you'll make me laugh with one of your cracks when you manage to beat me in a duel" Logan declared.
"Guess you'll be laughing hysterically then after this bout" Rodka shot back. Suddenly then, the Thunder wrapped both of its hands around the rod of its Battle Axe, and flew up towards the Blaze.
"Not likely!"
Inside the New Alaska Base were a pair of young, but pretty teenaged girls, the two of them dressed casually; one in shorts, one in jeans, both with a t-shirt. The pair walked together down one of the hallways that lead to the docking bay for the Blaze and the Thunder, where their two friends, the pilots of the Gundams, had just landed and berthed. The girls were named Jina Crestal, and Iryn Tarob. Best friends, yet nearly complete opposites.
Jina was a calm, pleasant girl who always had a smile on her face, the representation of her almost perpetual blissful personality. On the other hand, Iryn was a far more lively young lady who was probably more out-going than most of the men at the Military Station. Even in their hair they had nothing alike; Jina with a long golden type, and Iryn with a deep red tone in a ponytail.
The two girls were both fifteen years old, just as Rodka and Logan, and their story of how they came to the New Alaska Base was oddly similar. They both excelled in computer and technology courses at their school, and their families had links to the Earth Federation Military, especially in the Alaska Region, as they were involved with aiding to certain sections of it. When the two girls were offered the positions of Computer Communicators at the station, they both accepted, knowing they would still be together, and that they'd no longer have to take part in any form of the educational system. This all occurred when they were thirteen, and after two years of work they got to where they were today; Head Technological Communicators in the Communications Center, and aboard the New Alaska Base's most prized warship- the Order.
"Oh wow, this is delicious!" Iryn exclaimed as she lapped up another small chunk of strawberry ice cream that she held in her hand by the cone. Jina licked her own dessert; a scoop of mint ice cream.
"Yeah mine too, that new ice cream bar that put in the cafeteria is the best thing to happen to this place" she replied. Iryn laughed.
"It's better than even any of the Gundams that have been stationed here!" she spoke. The two girls both chuckled together.
"Hey, I'm sure we're not the only ones that like it better than those big things!" Jina added. They laughed even more.
"Can't say the same for our buddies though" Iryn began, and taking another lick of her ice cream before continuing, "they looked like they were gonna kill each other out there during their test-duel."
"Nah, probably only Logan would be like that, Rodka messes around so much that he can't even pay attention to focusing on something like that" Jina said. Iryn snickered.
"You're probably right". And once again they both laughed.
As they turned around corner, beginning to head straight into the docking-bay, they stopped the pair of young men fresh out of the Gundams, walking together and talking just as Jina and Iryn were.
"Woo! That was the best one we've ever done! I gotta ask the Commander if she'll let us do that again tomorrow!" Rodka exclaimed. Logan rolled his eyes.
"Well will ya actually do something other than be a jackass then? Swear to God all you did was screw around that whole time" he replied, smirking. Rodka chuckled.
"Hey, that's just to make sure I don't bust you and your Gundam up too much". The young Dile now raised an eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. Rodka grinned as he put on a cocky expression.
"Well of course it's because you and I and everyone else knows how much better I am than you at piloting, and if I actually took it seriously that I'd wipe the floor with you" Redwing explained. The moment he finished Logan threw his head back and laughed.
"Ha! Maybe that'd be true if you had any aiming whatsoever" he began, "that entire fight you had to dodge anything I threw at you, and I probably didn't move the Thunder five feet the whole time to evade everything you tried to hit me with".
"See? That's exactly what I meant, I was just going easy on ya" Rodka quickly replied back. Logan simply rolled his eyes again. The four of the young teens all came together then, Jina and Iryn chuckling after hearing the boys' conversation.
"Rodka, I seriously wish you could hear yourself talk one day" Iryn promptly stated, and laughed a bit more. The young man gave a humored smile.
"Whata ya mean by that?" he questioned.
"That you sound like an idiot" Jina bluntly stated. Logan and Iryn both laughed themselves as Rodka simply shrugged off the remark, paying no attention to it. Once they stopped, Jina then looked at Logan, who threw his head back and swayed his semi-long blonde hair. "You were good today though yourself Logan" she said. The young man smirked.
"Meh, I'm not exactly as happy. I think I could've been a bit better with blocking. Honestly, I don't like saying it since it boosts his ego, but if he didn't screw around with his whips I probably would've been hit a bunch of times, I gotta work on that" Dile replied.
"Nonsense, you did great Logan!" an adult female voice echoed from down the hallway. The four teens all looked to see who it was, and instantly noticed it was the Commander of the New Alaska Base; Miss. Saruma Cerrical. The quartet all straightened their bodies out as they face they faced the young woman, likewise giving a salute.
"Commander!" they greeted. She laughed as her long jet black hair moved with her head.
"No need for that, we're not in combat or anything" she responded, "all that makes any of this even close to formal is this same white officer outfit I wear every last day." The teens all took to her words, and relaxed as they chuckled from her comments. She smiled. "But yes, you did a great job out there Logan, I was very happy to see your skill". Saruma then looked over at Rodka. "You on the other hand, gotta take it more seriously next time". Instantly Logan, Jina and Iryn laughed, and Rodka shrugged again.
"Okay, if you say then I'll do it" he said nonchalantly. Commander Cerrical then smiled more contently.
"Good. Otherwise, you guys busy at all?" she asked. The four didn't need much time to think about an answer.
"Besides our ice cream no" Jina answered with a giggle, which made the young woman smirk herself.
"And me and Rodka aren't either, all we had planned today was that duel" Logan added.
"Good, you guys wanna see the two new Mobile Suits?" the Commander inquired with a grin. The teens' eyes lit up, especially the two boys'.
"They're finally up?" Iryn first spoke though. Miss Cerrical nodded.
"Yep, they're in the second Docking Bay. Just follow me" she clarified, and with that began to walk ahead down the hallway where Logan and Rodka just came. The four teens quickly followed behind her, all of them excited in some way to see what the Commander was talking about.
"Ohh this is gonna be sweet…" Rodka murmured.
The aura of the Council Room at the ZAFT Headquarters was simply one word; tense. The tension clouded every bit of space in the large hall, augmented even more by the guards from Giyre who bore sub-machine guns in their hands, ready and waiting. The fact still of that Chairman Delara and the rest of the Board Members had little knowledge of these people didn't help to ease the mood, and the rather 'sly' personality of Balador Varo still made them feel troubled.
Nevertheless though, the meeting continued to go without any chaos.
"So, you're telling me these people that have been attacking our station are a huge organization?" Delara asked as he leaned on his desk. Still standing in the middle of the floor, Balador nodded.
"Yes, it's a major group that's stayed hidden for almost five years now, and up until no more than a couple weeks ago did we finally find out about them. One of their officials met with me to offer a position in their group, and bring my entire colony into them. I refused to take any part of it though, and he said that he relay the message to his leader. But, he also explained that because we now knew about them, that our colony would be a target for attack, as well as the rest of your bases. So, in safety for my colony, as well as to help you, I figured it'd be best to report all of this, and now possibly have you stop them and save the rest of your stations" Varo explained, and then crossed his arms. A new member of the board was the first to get another question out.
"Well, what what's the deal with this organization? What is their goal?" he inquired. Balador this time shrugged.
"The official I met with wasn't very specific, and I'm not surprised, since they're trying to keep as much under-wraps as possible, they just figured I'd join them instantly. What I did learn though was that they're like a small nation, completely militaristic in one sense" the smirking man replied. Delara gave a troubled reaction.
"So, they're just a giant-war group…" he sighed. Balador continued.
"Pretty much. They have no actual colonies whatsoever, nothing but military bases, labs, factories, armories and barracks. Their only focus is building a massive army, and training their troops to be the absolute best pilots, technicians and engineers".
"Well, where do they keep all of this?" Delara then questioned.
"They have a few stations set in space, scattered around, but the majority of what they have is all set down onto Mars" Varo answered. Every member of the board went wide-eyed, and several gasps came out.
"Mars!" one of the women exclaimed. Balador nodded.
"Yes, probably eighty-percent of all their troops and machines are stationed there, in bases relatively packed together in one main region. The people there almost never go outside, they're just stuck in the buildings and such, so they're really no need for a place with air. And since, obviously, no one suspected it, they'd never be found there" the man spoke. For a few moments, everyone was silent, as Chairman Delara narrowed his eyes and nodded.
"Until now that is…" he murmured quietly. Balador simply smirked from hearing it. Delara then went on.
"Well then, that's very much helpful to us Mr. Varo, I'm very gracious for the information, but real quick, do you know the name of this organization?" he asked.
"Yes, they're named the Galactic Invasion Regime, but basically they're just recognized by their initials- G-I-R" Balador replied, and slightly widening his grin. Delara nodded back.
"Alright, get that down" he then said as he turned to the Board Member next to him, who quickly grabbed a pen and wrote it onto a piece of paper. Balador then appeared to remember something.
"Oh yes, and you pronounce that- Giyre..." Varo proclaimed.
Delara nearly froze where he sat, and all of the Board Members were stricken with disbelief. Their eyes bulged, and their mouths all fell agape. With their hearts racing, they stared in horror at Balador, whose smirk had now turned into a chuckling grin…
"No…" Chairman Delara gasped. Balador instantly threw his head back and laughed briefly.
"That's right you blind fool, the people that have been shattering and raiding all of your labs and stations is my colony. I've kept our militaristic ideals and productions a secret now, waiting and preparing for when the time would be right, for us to make our move for domination" he began, as Delara and the rest of the Board were nearly petrified, "but, we cannot achieve that so long as ZAFT is in our way, so for the last six months, I've been slowly chipping away at your entire empire. And from that I waited for you to succumb to desperation, and allow for us to meet, even when you have such little intelligence on my 'neutral' colony". As Balador finished, he stayed silent for a few seconds, and then the room was plagued by repeated sounds of gun fire from throughout the headquarters, and in the mix of it all were the endless cries and shouts of men and women from their death. The ZAFT Council were all horrified even more. "You hear that? That is the sound of all your people being slaughtered by my troops" Balador stated, grinning wider. "At this moment, more of my soldiers are pouring into this base, and along with the ones already here, swiftly killing every ZAFT citizen, and now taking control of this entire base. And from here, all of the ZAFT kingdom will fall, to the might of Galactic Invasion Regime…"
Delara shook madly in his seat, sweating terribly on his face. His eyes appeared as if they'd pop out of their sockets in any second, bulging so much from his indescribable shock. All the while, Balador still grinned wickedly.
"I thank you, Mr. Delara, for if it were not of you falling for our ploy and allowing us to enter this base, it would be so much more of a struggle to take down all of ZAFT. And now with this entire base under our control, it shall become the new, and far better Giyre Headquarters." He took a pause, merely for a few moments of devilish chuckling. "Now then, I must bid you goodbye. But have a good time watching us conquer the galaxy…from Heaven...".
Delara and the other Board Members were able to get out one last terrified expression for a split moment. The Giyre officers behind Balador stepped forward, and unloaded all the bullets from their sub-machine guns. In mere seconds, the ZAFT Council was torn apart in a sickening shower of blood, their bodies blasted and floored from the gruesome execution. And as the soldiers still fired their rounds, Balador stood in the same place, throwing back his head once more and letting out a spine-chilling laughter.
Through the docking bay walked Commander Cerrical and the four teens closely behind her. All around them mechanics and technicians labored, repairing military machines or adding some new type of upgrade to the giant weapons. Held in large spaces in the huge walls of the hall were several of the M1 Astray Mobile Suits, as well as the Strike Rogues, which had not more than three years ago began to be mass-produced by the Earth Alliance, after getting the data and blueprints from remaining Orb Citizens. Likewise, all in one row were three of the finer machines the New Alaska Base was proud to have; the three Strikes. Instead of only having one that could be equipped with three different battle-packs, three separate Strike Gundams were made, each one having one of the battle-packs permanently installed. There was the Aile Strike for air-combat, the Launcher Strike for destroying war-ships and large amounts of enemies, and the Sword Strike were close and long-range physical combat.
It had been some sixty years since the terrible war between the Earth Alliance and ZAFT, a war that shed more blood then imaginable. Nevertheless, it amazingly ended with a Peace Treaty between the two sides, and from there they went on to rebuild themselves, and over decades become neutral with one another.
Earth had much re-grouping to, mainly due to their losses of major Mobile Suits they created, as well as some large regions devastated across the globe due to heavy warfare. Victoria at this point in time was completely repaired, as well as all the destroyed towns and small cities once established there. Orb, the former neutral colony, was given incredible funds and relief-forces to re-build the entire minute nation from the Earth Alliance, once an entire new Political and Military Board were established. And then from that, the surviving citizens agreed to hand over the information on creating the M1 Astrays, as well as the Strike Rogues, which over several years the Earth Alliance military worked to mass-produce.
And by now, they had, completely shutting down the Strike Dagger production.
Alaska though had suffered the worst, no doubting. A region of ten entire kilometers became one giant crater of ash and debris from a deadly Cyclops System that was activated during a ZAFT offensive on the base. In the process, it wiped out nearly half of the massive floods of ZAFT forces, but likewise effaced one of the biggest military bases off the face of the Earth.
When new leaders came in, they immediately went into action on creating a new Alaska Headquarters, setting it up on the biggest island in the Aleoute Archipelago. It started off leisurely, but as the years went on, and the Earth Alliance regained more economic relief and resources, the re-building picked up speed, with more and more sections of it being erected every year, and many military machines being sent to be stationed within its confines.
After forty long years of incredible work, the amazing military headquarters was completed, and was officially named- "The New Alaska Base".
And after twenty years, it was the greatest base ever known to Earth, with its staff of diligent crewmen, wise and intelligent military officials, and most skilled Mobile Suit Pilots to be found on the planet.
"There they are guys" Commander Cerrical stated as she moved out of the quartet's way, and waved her arm to show-off the pair of brand new Mobile Suits. They stopped where they stood, and looked way-up to get a perfect glimpse at the marvelous machines. Their eyes widened in awe, and their mouths opening without sound. Locked in their compartments were the metallic titans, one sporting a fine forest-green and smoke color, the other next to it painted a sharp violet and timber wolf.
"Wow…" Jina only managed to get out.
"They're awesome!" Iryn exclaimed as her eyes nearly glowed. Commander Saruma smirked.
"They are aren't there? The green one is the Twinn, and the purple one is the Llongshot. Rodka smirked himself.
"Heh, didn't need to tell me that, I'd never forget the names of these babies, even when I hadn't seen 'em yet" the young man remarked. Logan gave a nod as he took a few steps forward.
"Yeah, I was able to keep up to date as all the working on them went on, especially the weaponry, but I didn't expect them to look so cool. I can't wait to see 'em in action sometime" Dile declared.
"Well if you're lucky you won't have to wait long!" another feminine voice cried out from ahead of them. Logan lowered his head to look forward, and the others all did as well. Walking to the group were a young man and woman, both in the orange jumpsuit most mechanics at the base wore. The man wore small, square-lens glasses, that covered his handsome blue eyes, even if some of his semi-long black hair hung into them. The woman was likewise good-looking, with long stringy sepia hair, and rich green eyes. Surprising, even though they looked completely opposite, they were brother and sister, separated by a mere two years of age.
"Yeah, we're supposed to be testing them out tomorrow!" the man, named Gartol added. Commander Saruma smiled as he finished.
"Kids, these two will be the pilots of the Mobile Suits" she explained. Jina's face lit up again.
"Oh wow! That's gotta be awesome for you two!" she said excitedly. The woman, named Shirta nodded with a smirk.
"You bet, I've wanted to use that thing for years now" she replied. Everyone laughed a bit.
"Well, after all, you two have been working on those things the whole way" Rodka added.
"Yep, that's why we're the perfect choice for 'em!' Gartol quickly responded. The Commander laughed again with Jina and Iryn.
"Yeah, you two even went so far as to design the entire weaponry" she stated.
"Wow, that had to take forever" Iryn spoke, a bit surprised from hearing it. Shirta smirked again and looked back up at the Twinn and Llongshot.
"Yeah, but right about now, it was all worth it" she said. Gartol snickered a bit and patted her on the shoulder.
"Nah, it'll be worth it when we kick each other's asses in them" he 'corrected'. Everyone instantly let out a laugh, the entire group of them finding the comment humorous.
As they laughed all together, a mid-rank officer came running across the docking bay, moving at full speed until he finally slowed down and stopped in front of Miss. Saruma.
"Commander Cerrical! Urgent message!" he declared with a salute. Everyone turned to him, curious by his apprehensive expression, especially the Commander.
"What is it?" she asked.
"There's an unidentified Gundam entering the atmosphere and heading straight down towards the base!".
