Chapter 2

"Are our mobile suits ready for deployment?" questioned Captain Thomas Fielding, turning to his X.O., LTJG. Richard Priss.
"Yes, Sir," replied Priss, "Ready to launch on your command." He added.
"Initiate launch sequence, all hands to combat status," ordered Fielding, "90 degrees starboard, pilot."
"Yes, Sir," replied the young Ensign Roxxane Summers, rotating the ship's controls to turn the ship a quarter turn, heading for the Side 3 Colonial System.
"Switch to active radar, anything that isn't EMF, blast it," ordered Fielding, sitting in his chair aboard the bridge.
"Yes, Sir," returned the Communications Officer, Cmdr. John LeGraud.
"All of our mobile suits are prepped and ready for launch, Sir" said one of the operators in the mobile suit bay over the intercom on the bridge.
"Launch all available mobile suits ASAP," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir" replied the operator, cutting off the intercom.
"We are now entering Side 3 airspace, activating all online turrets, now," informed the X.O.
The EMF crusier's turrets came to life, turning, looking for targets. The ship drifted into the airspace with ease.
"These colonists are either stupid or unsuspecting," commented Fielding to himself.
The mobile suits started flying out of the launch bays, one after another, until there were at least 15 EMF suits in standard formation, cruising towards the colony.
"With this cruiser and my mobile suits, I will take over Side 3 just as we did Side 6," thought Fielding.

"ALERT, ALERT, ENEMY FORCES ARE IN OUR AIRSPACE, ALL MILITARY PERSONNEL TO COMBAT STATIONS, I REPEAT, ALERT, ALERT, ENEMY FOCES ARE IN OUR AIRSPACE, ALL MILITARY PERSONNEL TO COMBAT STATIONS, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL," screamed the alarm throughout the base. Rush fell out of bed, hitting the floor, and grabbing his boots. He ran down the hallway to the hangars and went up to the control room.
"What's going on," questioned Rush, buckling his belt.
"We detected an enemy cruiser with at least 10 mobile suits, maybe more, in our airspace," replied one of the radar operators.
"Do you need me to pilot the Gundam and take them out?" he inquired, putting his glasses on his face.
"No," replied his C.O., Captain Gregory Hastings, "You will stay here and help the crew in your hangar prep the Gundam for deployment, in case our troops can't hold them off."
"Yes, Sir," stated Rush, as he saluted and headed back down to the hangar.

"Enemy mobile suits are within range, Sir," informed LeGraud, "at least 25, standard defensive formation."
"Fire all bow cannons, scramble them," ordered Fielding.
The cruiser vibrated as the massive particle cannons located in the bow of the ship fired, sending bright, white-hot beams of light towards the formation of Neo-Leos. The Leos took evasive action, scrambling to escape the beams. 3 suits were caught off guard and were vaporized, nothing left at all.
"3 confirmed kills, Sir," informed LeGraud.
The remaining Neo-Leos attacked the in-formation enemy mobile suits. Vollies were traded, blows were dealt, and ammunition was spent. In the end of the skirmish, the Neo-Leos were eliminated, while the EMF only lost 4 mobile suits to the USC's 25.
"That is why space should be ruled by Earth," commented Fielding, "Spacenoids grow weak over time in all aspects, military and civilian.

"Sir, our mobile suits were wiped out, and the cruiser is headed this way," informed the radar operator.
"Things look grim," thought Hastings, "Is the Gundam ready to be deployed?" he questioned.
"Yes, Sir, all you need to do is give the word," replied the operator.
"Initiate Deployment sequence, get that Gundam out of here and on its way to Earth on the double," he commanded.
"Lt. Rush," said Hastings, over the intercom, "get in that suit and head for Earth, the EMF is on their way."
He obeyed, jumping into the cockpit as the mobile suit was inserted into a reentry capsule. All of the hangar personnel waited as the door opened, allowing the view of Earth fill their sight.
"Here I come, you bastards," commented Rush, pushing buttons, and activating the capsule's engines as he drifted into space.

"Sir, unidentified object at high velocity, heading for Earth," informed LeGraud, bringing the capsule on the main screen.
"It's a reentry capsule," stated Fielding, "They WERE hiding something, maintain current course, send projected coordinates of the capsule's landing point to our ground forces and let them deal with it," he added.
"Yes, Sir," obeyed LeGraud.
"90 degrees port, now"
"Yes, Sir," replied Ensign Summers, turning the ship longside against the area where the capsule launched.
"Fire all starboard weapons and compensate the recoil with the thruster output," ordered Fielding.
The cruiser shuddered violently as the numerous beam cannons, missile launchers, and PHALAX system guns fired, causing a tremendous blast in the side of the colony, where the USC MS training facility was at.
"Target neutralized, Sir," informed LeGraud.
"Excellent work, people," congratulated Fielding, "Retrieve our mobile suits and inform Solomon that we have eliminated USC resistance and have captured Side 3," he added.
"Yes, Sir," replied LeGraud.

Rush slammed his fist on the control rest in the cockpit.
"Damn it, why did I listen to that senile old man, I should have followed my gut instinct and took those bastards out," said Rush, blaming himself.
"No time to mourn, only more people and friends I need to avenge," he stated, taking his mind off of the tragedy.
He keyed a combination in on the control panel and released a drone.
"Let's see them track me now," he said, steering the capsule in the atmospheric reentry.