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2nd Disclaimer: I'm going to be adding a new government for the Atlantic Federation based on another form of Democracy found in Robert A. Heinlein's bestseller, "Starship Troopers", the book, not the movie.
Note: GVO and I are currently engaged in a competition to see you can write a better Gundam SEED (Destiny)/Robotech (Macross) crossover. For those who read, please be sure to check out both stories so we can determine who is going to win this competition. I would like to thank you in advance for reviewing both stories. Thank You.
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Another note: I really can't convert measurement all too well. Math is a strong subject, but its really basic math that came easiest to me, so I'm planning on a math class in college to correct that problem, but that isn't for about several months from now, sorry for any confusion.
"Robotech: Gundam Chronicles"
Chapter Two: "Battle of the Macross"
Defend the Heavens Gundam!
8th Lunar Fleet, flagship UNS Archangel
As her fleet sailed into their first battle against the alien force, Rear Admiral (Upper Half) Murrue Ramius-Flaga looked out into the sea of stars, which up to just six years ago was full of ships trying to sink one another and mobile pilots trying to shot one another down. She remembered how OMNI Enforcer and ZAFT tried to take control of the Macross's secrets only to find that no one else shared their ideals. Then how Joshua and Jachin Due and many more battles were fought meaningless. Everyone had an ideal; the radicals actually tried something and only one group out of many succeeded. That was the Franchise League. A group of military officers and their soldiers from the Atlantic Federation rebelled and practically destroyed Blue Cosmos and LOGOS by removing the power from the many and giving it to only those that prove themselves capable of putting the nation first. In the end, peace came thanks to visionaries like them, Sigel Clyne, and Uzumi Nara Athha. But now she orders her fighters to launch as mobile suits and mobile armor are brought up to the catapults to be launched into space.
Zentraedi Flagship, the bridge
Breetai looked over the recordings with Exudore his assistant. Both were very confused. The scouting forces had given an enemy fleet a hard time, but then they seemed to rally and the scouts were almost wiped out. That was when Breetai had sent additional troops including forty battlecruisers. The enemy fleet had been caught at a great disadvantage in numbers and ship class. Then as suddenly as their rally was, they broke off contact and fled to the other side of the planet, most likely to regroup and lick their wounds.
Studying the map, Exudore saw several ships explode and notice that was when the chaos began. The scouts had accidentally sunk the flagships. He voiced this at once.
"It appears my lord that the enemy flagships and most of the chain of command had been lost by a few well placed shots. That is way the enemy fleet was thrown into disarray. The scouts merely accidentally sunk several of their command ships."
"I noticed that too and a ship of lower class than most others began to give orders to the fleet. The ships must of have rallied when someone took charge of the confusion. They simply followed whoever was able to organize them and proceeded to follow their duties. These enemy soldiers are quite skilled."
"Yes sir, I believe that these enemy soldiers are skilled at the art of war, despite their apparent lack of space warfare tactics. They must rely on their ability to adapt and overcome any threat to them."
"Agreed, we must be more careful, they seem to have organized their ranks to best suit an emergency if their command structure is ever crippled. These soldiers are most likely lead by veterans while the vast majority saw their first action and that explains their poor initial rallying."
The two continued to converse, unaware of the rebuilt bases of Endymion and of Ptolemaeus preparing to fire their Requiem Cannons on them. At the headquarters for the 12th Guard Fleet, Daedalus Base, the base commander spots the Meltran Forces and decides not to allow them to sit there and endanger Lunar Outpost. He orders the Daedalus Requiem Cannon to prepare to fire.
UNS Macross, designation Super Dimensional Battlefortress (SDF) One, Macross Island
Captain Henry J. Gloval looked over the real time battle map. Commander Lacus Clyne stood across from him. Both were looking at the movements of the 8th Fleet and the 7th Orbital Fleet and the readiness of three of the six Lunar Based Requiem Cannons. They watched as the 7th and 8th Fleets prepared to make contact once the first two shots were fired and allow the third shot to hit the Meltran Flotilla. The symbols representing Daedalus, Endymion, and Ptolemaeus turned green and they knew the real battle was about to begin.
Meltran 738th Independent Flotilla, 14th Picket
A group of Meltran women were talking rather than tending to their duties, wondering rather or not they would enter the battle in Earth's space. It was only when one of them turned to look at something about the Zentran Fleet, did anyone notice the huge energy build up and the fact that a huge energy cannon had been fired, the target, their flotilla and the Zentran Fleet. The Meltran female sounded the alarm, but it was too late, the shot was a direct hit on the flagship and over half of the Meltran Flotilla was destroyed.
Zentraedi Fleet
Like their female counter parts the Meltraedi, the Zentraedi had been more focused on the 7th and 8th Fleets and chasing down the stragglers from the 12th Fleet and so did not notice the twin Requiem shots until they were practically slicing through them. Ships were hit directly and ceased to exist. A few received glancing blows, but with the strength of the attack rivaling one of their monitors, a glancing blow was a fatal blow.
Zentraedi Flagship
Breetai watched in horror as he lost a fair size of his rear forces and a good size of his forward forces. Debris from the lost ships peppered those in the middle and even more ships were lost. He and Exudore stood shocked at the lost of so many ships and Zentran warriors. That was when someone noticed the Meltran Flotilla had been hit as well and that Lunar Outpost sat behind them and behind a protective shield.
"Why didn't we notice them earlier?" Breetai ordered.
"I don't know how we missed it, it might be a malfunction sir. Elders know that we needed to take this ship in for a routine checks cycles ago," came the report and Breetai knew the man to be right.
That was when the 7th and 8th Fleets struck and struck hard. Breetai made a call for reinforcements for he had only taken half of his fleet into the area and left the others nearby just in case something went wrong and boy did it go wrong. Breetai watched in horror while he calmly gave orders to juniors. His fleet was being decimated before him, but he had numbers and knew it would only be a matter of time before the enemy retired to rest and re-supply. He just had to hold until then.
The main conference room (aka the War Room), UNS Macross, designation Super Dimensional Battlefortress (SDF) One, Macross Island
Cagalli Yula Athha Zala watched as the battle went back and forth in space. See knew that the causalities were going to be heavier than predicted, but since the mobile armor-mobile suit lost ratio fiasco, no one really bothered to listen to predictions, well among the veteran military leaders. Repensentive Athha Zala watched as six more green lights, representing mobile suits and their pilots, turned red. Six more families to write too, she had had enough, the enemy held this round, but at a cost of 60-1 at the minimum.
"Recall the Seventh and Eighth Fleets. They won't do us any good crippled or worse lost."
"But ma'am we can still win, all…" a young tech with no battle experience was sent a death glare by the Fiery Princess.
"I said recall not retreat! I'm fairly certain that the enemy commander didn't bring his whole force, maybe not even half of his troops. If that is the case, we will lose that fleets and then we will be in a world of hurt with the just the wounded Twelfth Fleet between the enemy and us!" Cagalli Yula Athha Zala had wised up in her years and did not plan on losing any more battles just because she wasn't decisive.
"I agree, Madam Repensentive," Captain Gloval spoke as he entered the main conference room, she looked towards him, "We just received word that the enemy is bringing in fresh troops, number is around two-hundred thousand ships. I've already decided to alert Admiral Ramius to fall back to new positions and regroup the two fleets since Admiral Jebson was lost with his flagship Sherwood."
"The Sherwood was lost, not good. Not good at all, but at least Admiral Ramius will get them back to Lagrange Point Three and to Fortress Artemis. We need a new plan," she said staring at the battle map.
"All we can do for now is wait and plan. We need to get Macross up to orbit and link up with the three fleets up there, then we can plan, but as to how…" a combat harden officer said looking at the map when he noticed something, "Incoming enemy fire."
Sure enough the ground began to quake as Captain Gloval headed back to the bridge on the way he thought he saw something turn a rarely used passage. He thought nothing of it as two guards came from around that corner and saluted him. Despite the violent shaking and the horrific bombardment, he could tell that the enemy was merely trying to brush some of the outer defenses, most likely testing the defenses before sending in an aerial attack force to cover a landing force, most likely in the sea near the south and rocky hills of Macross Island. He arrived on the bridge, the raw recruits he had that were to be his bridge crew looked on nervously, but Commander Clyne stood, awaiting her orders. He gave them.
"Launch all the air defenses and gather all the ground forces inside the ship. Activate all AA systems and prepare for missile intercept!"
"Aye, Aye sir!" came the chorus as Commander Clyne gave orders to that effect.
Out on the tarmac
"ALL FIGHTERS SCAMBLE!" Commander Lisa Hayes face had appeared on all the starboard communication HUD's of the units flying into battle while Ensign Sammie Porter ordered all ground units into the ship to relieve the pressure on Commander Hayes.
All the fighters and mobile armor on the tarmac thundered down the few runways and into action. Each unit launched according to their unit readiness. Those that had been readied last, waited last, those that were ready to launch at once, launched first. As 3rd Element, Wolf Squadron that had been station at the main airfield for the air show launched into their high speed rocket assisted vertical take off and cleared the control tower of the Macross, Skull Squadron got the call to take off. Lieutenant Commander Roy Fokker gave a thumbs up to his entire squadron and the Skull Squadron thundered down the runway in their VF-1 Valkyries. Soon all the fighters, transforming mobile armor, and fixed wing mobile suits were airborne. With them high in the sky and scattered all over the place were dozens of AWACs, providing additional radar control to the ground stations and Macross.
Twenty minutes passed as the last plane in the air formed up with its squadron. The pilots began to pace back and forth. Then they saw it, a huge missile barrage. The many pilots were vectored away from the missiles and the Anti-Air Defenses came to life launching a counter missile barrage and putting up a war of Igelstellung fire that tore most of the remaining missiles to pieces before they could get anywhere near the island, but some still got through and damage was done. An entire section of flight mechanics for fighters, transformable mobile armor, and fixed wing mobile suits was lost when a missile found an armory and detonated, killing them all. It was a scene repeated even at the civilian shelters with varying degrees of losses. Then, enemy fighters appeared and were engaged in combat.
Fortress Artemis, L3 Region, Earth Space
The Artemis Fleet stood guard as the three battered fleets that had joined battle with the Zentraedi limped into port. The Artemis Fleet had been created and was the fourth largest fleet in the UNSF's registry. Now they had to protect the two largest formations and a smaller fleet, or what was left of it as they docked for repairs and reorganization. It was then that a group of ARMDs and Oberth-Class AMES broke from the formation and turned back to attack the Zentraedi. Admiral Ramius was on the radio immediately ordering them to dock, but the lead commander, a Lower Rank Rear Admiral reported a gap in the defenses for Macross Island and said the enemy appeared to be attempting to exploit it. The little band of several carriers and a dozen armored missile escort ships sailed on, knowing full well that this might be their last sortie of any kind.
The brave little flotilla continued to plow through the empty expanse and towards an enemy force sitting in at Reference Map Point 01-00-38 between the L1 Region and the L2 Region. Thanks to the Debris Belt, they managed to sneak up on their enemy and launch a surprise and devastating missile barrage with their Nuclear Trident Mark 33-F5 Space Ballistic Missiles.
The Zentraedi and the nearby resting Meltraedi Flotilla were caught off guard and suffer heavy losses, but this time are ready to counterattack and the little flotilla began to take damage, but solid energy blasts were seen flying through space and hit their mark, right in the center of the Zentraedi formation, scattering the Meltran and Zentran forces and enabling the wounded ships that survived the counter fire to escape back into the Debris Belt to hide and lick their wounds until they could move on back to L3 and the dock yards at Artemis. The attack had resulted in the lost of the ARMD-02 UES Shokaku and most of her crew. No other ship was lost, as the ships had scattered, but the Armed Reflex Missile Defender number Ten, UES Langley, was hit rather badly and she had to be towed back with the rest of the flotilla.
With-in two hours of sitting up, a fleet of rescue launches and civilian ships were at the sight of the torn remains of the Shokaku looking for survivors. As always is the case in space combat, a lot of any survivors died before the rescue teams could even mobilize, but that did not mean that there were not survivors. A lot were found, but only a fifth of those lost in the great void.
Macross Airfield
A lone fighter sat on the tarmac, not armed or anything. No one gave a single thought to it as it was a VT-1D Valkyrie Trainer. Most of the trainers had been moved inside the Macross to prevent damage to them or their loss. This one had been ignored to deal with more pressing problems, but than someone noticed a pilot inside of the cockpit. That someone was Commander Lisa Hayes. She immediately called for a flight crew to service and ready the plane. The pilot, most likely a graduate recruit without an assigned unit was slacking off. She immediately began to call up VT-102.
Rick Hunter's POV
"Control to VT-one-zero-two, Control to VT-one-zero-two, hey you there on the exhibition grounds we're on combat alert why haven't you taken off?" I heard someone ask.
I woke up feeling dazed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and then I saw an older woman than me, not much older, maybe a couple of years at most. She seemed flustered about something. Then it hit me like a couple tons of bricks. She had been talking to me.
"Wait, you don't mean me?" I opened the canopy up and looked left and right and saw ground crews bringing ordnance and servicing the plane for take off while she kept talking.
"Don't waste anymore time! Hurry and take off immediately and join the fighter squadrons."
I looked forward to see the runway pocked marked and smoking. The tarmac was a mess, not even Roy could take off on that! I doubt anyone could! So I voiced it.
"What do you mean take off immediately the runway has been demolished!" I exclaimed stating what I thought obvious.
"Runway Two is clear, hurry up your fully armed and your jets are overheating so take off immediately!" she ordered, so I did, her fault if I wreck the plane.
A ground crewman shut my canopy telling me "good hunting" and calling me sir. Not like I'm going to be able to escape now, might as well go. Now for a quick preflight check and I'm off.
"Well okay if you insist," was my reply and just as I got going, a few missiles landed right where I hand been, maybe she did know what she was talking about.
End POVAerial Battle over Macross Island
As Rick Hunter flew up into the sky, passing through the clouds, he came upon the aerial battlefield. Green enemy fighters that appear to use thrust to weight ratios to stay airborne in the sky were battling it out with F-7Rs, F-203Zs, DINN model 3Ds, Strike Dagger fixed winged Trainers (variant A7), fixed wing Windam A4s, and he saw the Mausame transformable Mobile Armor/Suit and VF-1 Valkyries and right now, in a hellish dogfight that no one had ever seen, not even in the recent war, had ever seen.
Rick swallowed a lump in his thought and made a heading straight for the battlefield. It was then that he saw that the gods of war take no sides. He saw a Valkyrie take a laser barrage to the engines; the pilot never had a chance. He saw one of the green tri-engine fighters take to missiles head on, that pilot never had a chance. Rick then saw a horrid sight. A pilot was blasted from a DINN and bounced off a F-203 Dragon II and fall unmoving to the sea below. Then he witnessed one pilot, obviously a Coordinator, bite off more than he could chew and his DINN was turned into ashes from a heavy concentration of angry blue energy streams. Yet, he watched a fighter with a wolf insignia tore apart several of the green tri-engines in a single pass and clear the tale of a Strike Dagger. There were a few VT-1Ds in the battle, more had been there, but now where gone, but the Zentraedi pilots were fairing poorly in this battle.
As Rick flew about the battlefield, an enemy plane dived in on him, but a Windam scored a direct hit to the engines and the plane was sent flying to the ground below. Huge billows of black smoke told Rick that it was a dead plane and the pilot wasn't well trained enough to know that. Rick watched as the plane left a sizable impression on the Macross Island Mountains, near the new bay that was created by the SDF-1's Main Guns.
Rick then turned his attention and saw a fighter with the Orb Royal Guard markings trying and failing to dodge a couple of enemy fighters. Rick dove in and unconsciously toggled two AMMs and targeted both fighters and let them fly, splashing both planes at once and saving the ORG fighter from certain death. Rick then heard the voice and saw the face of LTCM Roy Fokker on his starboard HUD barking out orders and giving advice to nuggets in the air. He was glad to finally see a friendly face.
"FOKKER! Mind telling me what the hell is going on around here!" he shouted and LTCM Fokker was curious as to who was yelling at him.
Turning to the right aircraft and opening up a communication signal, LTCM Fokker was pleasantly surprised and amused that it was Rick Hunter in the thick of battle.
"Well, well, Rick Hunter, I see you decided to become a fighter pilot after all!"
"Cut it out Roy! You know I'm…" Rick's imaged fizzed out as he took some fire.
"Rick!" LTCM Fokker yelled as he went to the spot, only to find a couple of other VT-1Ds and an Orb Royal Guard fighter and a Skull fighter keeping watch over the three.
"Thanks for keeping an eye on them Commander Joule, Lieutenant Hahnenfuss," Roy radioed the two.
"I owed the pilot of VT-one-oh-two for saving my hide," Commander Yzak Joule said.
"Hey boss! Who's in VT-one-oh-two anyways?" asked Lieutenant Shiho Hahnenfuss-Joule.
"A civilian firefighter and I don't know how he got up here, but he did impress Repensentive Athha Zala earlier and I know him, because I taught him how to fly, but I haven't taught him how to fight in a fighter," only one name came to the three veteran pilots' minds, Commander Lisa Hayes.
"Still it looks like light damage, thanks for keeping an eye on him," he shook his head at the scare he had gotten.
"I should be the thankful one, but I'd settle for the ground!"
"Can't yet little brother, got to chase off the bad guys. Right break into pairs, take a nugget each and let's go! VT-one-oh-two you're with me, can you keep up little brother?"
"If I can, I'll try and not leave you behind!"
"That's the spirit, let's go get them!"
"VT-oh-three-oh-eight with me."
"Copy Skull Three."
"VT-seven-on-nine-oh-four, with me, now."
"Um… Yes sir."
The six broke apart and started off to fight once more, but as LTCM Fokker bagged another kill, a fighter snuck up on Rick and opened fire from his starboard side. Roy immediately went into a evasive loop to try and clear Rick's flank, but all he could do was shout out advice and orders, but in the end, the fighter had taken a bad hit and began to spiral out of control towards the earth below.
Rick tried all he could, but knew that the plane controls had gone dead. Rick could only prepare himself for the inevitable crash. He knew he couldn't eject. The plane's angle and its continued spin, wouldn't allow it, but he also had no training on ejecting from a dead military plane.
While below him, Commander Hayes began to hail him and telling him that he was diving right at the bridge of the Macross.
"Tell me something I don't know! All the controls have lost their power!"
"Have you tried switching to configuration 'B'?"
"Configuration 'B'? What's that?"
"You don't know! Impossible! Listen pull the control marked 'B' on the left side of your console!"
"Right, got it!"
Rick pulled it and the fighter immediately began to slow. He wondered what was happening and guessed that the fighter had a mobile suit mode of all its own.
He then saw him approaching a building and he crashed and went through it and several others, somehow going from a belly landing to a slump in a humanoid shaped fighting mecha. Rick managed to somehow to get the mecha to stand, though a little wobbly at first asthe metal whined and screeched from the movementand then he finallygot it upstraight and some how aim the main camera towards the battle that still raged far above.
Okay people here's a little side note. Where I am, it's SNOWING! Beautiful snow is coming down mixed with hail! The date is March 10th, 2006 of the Common Era. This is so COOL (no pun, well maybe, not sure)! Its nearly spring time for where I am and its snowing! Ah! Thank the heavens above so such a gift, especially after the near summer temperatures we had for fall and for most of winter.
Yeah, yeah I just bet there are a lot of you wishing for summer and those that live in cold climates most of the time, but to me, this is beautiful, I think I'm actually am going to cry. For real.
Review my story and let me know what you think and soon, the characters of Gundam SEED and Destiny will have larger parts.