Chapter 7

"We surrender!" exclaimed a USC officer, probably a Rear Admiral by the way his uniform looks on the viewscreen. "Just stop this massacre!"
"Too late for that," reminded Brandt, "I gave you bastards your one chance and you denied it, only to beg for mercy after witnessing your fleet be decimated by my men, you truly are foolish."
Brandt blocked his signal as he produced a beamzooka, a truly massive weapon. He took aim, trying to get a lock on the flagship of the defensive armada just outside of Side 7 airspace. He charged the weapon, waiting until it reached maximum power.
"With this shot," Brandt commented, "the EMF will truly begin the conquest of space, guaranteeing our foothold in space."
He fired the weapon, burning with the white-hot intensity of the sun, and saw the beam hit the ship, and explode in a atomic-like nature, destroying every remaining USC cruiser.
"Close in and begin the takeover process," ordered Brandt, watching the flash dissipate.

"So," questioned Rush, "is it going to just be you and me attacking this base or what?"
"Yes," she replied, "I'm pretty sure we can handle it on our own, nothing major is stationed their, besides, we wiped out most of their mobile suits yesterday."
"What about defenses?" he pondered, his suit walking beside hers, through the trees below.
"Only a couple AA missile turrets and a stationary Vulcan, from what I can tell from satellite images," replied Rachel, looking through the images on screen as her suit was in Autopilot mode.
"Only enough to piss us off, right?" he added, playing around.
"Absolutely correct," she replied with a laugh.

"Side 7 is secure," informed Brandt, patrolling the debris field of the once mighty USC armada stationed there.
"Good," replied a figure, a Admiral in the EMF, "now we will teach these spacenoids a lesson."
"What do you mean, Sir?" questioned Brandt, slowing to a stop in space, looking at the viewscreen.
"Destroy that colony beside you, I know your suit is capable of it," ordered the Admiral.
"What!" replied Brandt, "Are you crazy? That's murder."
"All is fair in love and war," quoted the Admiral, "and this is war."
"I refuse to commit mass murder of innocent people, "informed Brandt.
"Do it," commanded the Admiral, "or you will be destroyed by your own troops."
His men targeted him with their mobile suits and his cruisers all had locks on him.
Brandt looked around, glancing at the mobile suits, one by one.
"Do it!" yelled the Admiral.
Brandt took aim with his beamzooka and fired a partially charged round, screaming towards the colony at a high velocity. The round hit the colony close to the middle, igniting in a intense fireball as it struck. The colony split into 2 halves as it was being destroyed by a chain reaction of explosions, all radiating from the center. The remains just drifted in the vacuum of space. Brandt watched in horror, seeing millions of people disappear forever because he followed orders.
"Good, now those bastards know we mean business," commented the Admiral, "and from now on, you have earned the nickname "The Angel of Death"."
Brandt shut off his communications equipment, tears rolling down his face.
"I am a man of honor," he said to himself, "but, never again will I kill anyone who doesn't deserve to die."
He slowly maneuvered his suit back to his cruiser.

"I'm picking up multiple contacts, coming in fast," informed Rush, scanning the sky.
A formation of jet fighter flew overhead, screaming past the mobile suits.
"Those are definitely not ours," commented Rachel, firing quick bursts with the 4 30mm Vulcans mounted in the head unit of Gundam Cydra. She managed to take out 2 of the jets as they flew by.
The remaining jets, numbering 4, strafed the Gundams, firing their missiles, only to see them explode on the surface, only charring the armor.
"Piss ant fighters," Rush grumbled, firing with his 60mm Vulcans, killing 3 of them.
The remaining fighter attempted to retreat, but Gundam Cydra flew up in the air and caught it with the hands of the suit. She crushed the jet, scrunching it up into a piece of scrap metal, and it exploded in her hands. She landed the Gundam, scanning the area for more enemy units.
"I'm not picking up anything," she informed.
"Guess it was a wrong place, wrong time deal," replied Rush, "the base isn't far, but we must continue walking to stay under radar."
"I know, but this is taking to long," she stated, "and we are vulnerable out here."

"Why did I listen to him," Brandt questioned himself, hitting a panel in his cabin, denting it.
"At this rate," he stated, "I honestly don't know who is truly the victor in this skirmish," he added, looking out his viewport, observing the remains of Colony S7-CN0023, the now lifeless remains drifting in space. He closed his viewport and sat on his bunk. As he sat down, his personal communicator activated, it was the captain of the jumpdrive cruiser.
"So," he questioned, "did the suit perform how you wanted it to?"
"Yes and no," replied Brandt, "It did everything I wanted it to, but I was used as a pawn to commit mass murder of civilians."
"I see," answered the captain, "Did you like the little feature we added before you left?"
"Yes, the suit repaired itself without tools or anything, how does it do that?" pondered Brandt.
"Just like most of our technology," informed the captain, "it is a secret, no one else, including you, can know about it."
"Ok," replied Brandt, disappointed.
"Glad you like it," finished the captain, "Hope to see you in the future, "Angel of Death".
A cold chill ran down Brandt's spine.
"How did he know that?" he thought, "There is no way he intercepted that signal, unless it is more of their special technology, still, pretty creepy."

"Ladies first," offered Rush, as they were within attack distance of the base, still undetected.
"Why," she replied, "you truly are a gentleman," she added, thrusting forward.
She used a beam pistol to destroy a number of the AA missile sites in rapid succession.
"Not bad, eh?" she commented, holding the pistol up.
"Nice shootin' Tex," he replied, "but look out, I've got a REAL Gun."
He fired the Twin Dober Gun, clearing a path through the trees and thought the base's defensive wall.
"Well," she replied offended, playing, "remember, it's not the size of the gun, it's how you use it."
"Ohhh, burn," he added with a laugh, thrusting through the freshly made hole in the wall, with Rachel not far behind him.