Disclaimer: see Chapter 1.
Fated Shift: Rearmed
By Centurious the Azure and Storm Wolf77415
Recovery and Relief
The Personal Log of Commander Sebastian Connor, February 5th, C.E. 71
It's been a few days since the Le Creuset Team engaged the Legged Ship and its escorts. A few days since my uncle died. I'm not sure how I feel about that. It's no secret that Atlantic Federation Vice Foreign Minister George Allster was vocal in his bias against Coordinators. Yet, on the other hand, he was my mother's older brother. Which made him family, and now he's left Flay all alone. There's a part of me that wants to reach out to her, tell her the truth, but I'm not sure she's in much of a talking mood. Still, I haven't given up hope that one day Maria and I can sit down and reconnect with her as family.
Captain Russo and the Blood Fang are currently shadowing the Legged Ship. He's informed me that the Eighth Orbital Fleet will be rendezvousing with them in another day or so. That does not bode well, Lewis Halberton is one of the few Earth Alliance commanders I have a healthy respect for. He went toe to toe with Anthony and I during the Grimaldi Campaign, not to mention matched wits with Rau at Nova. Not to mention he was the mastermind behind Project G to begin with. It looks like I'm going to have to dip into Anthony's little grab bag and see if he left something for me to use.
Sebastian closed up his logbook, placing the small black leather-covered journal to the left side of his desk. It was one of his quirks, The Storm Wolf of Jachin Due had a large collection of leather-bound notebooks, often frequenting upscale stationery stores to get them. But that wasn't his primary concern at the moment. His eyes fell on the framed picture of him and the girls with the soldier in commander's white. "So what do you think of all this?" He asked the image of his fallen brother, Commander Anthony James Russo, the Arctic White Wolf.
He got up from his desk, pacing about the room. "I know you would tell me that I shouldn't worry and that you have full faith in me. But you have to appreciate my current position. You left me some rather big shoes to fill, Anthony. It's not easy being the brains of the outfit. After you died, I found myself having to readjust my entire thinking practically overnight. You were always more at home working behind the scenes. It comes with being a sniper I suppose."
Sebastian sighed, crashing down on the small sofa in his room. "Things were so much simpler before Endymion. You handled the strategy and tactics, making sure everything was set up just so. All I had to do was lead the guys in and smash what you told us to smash." He got back up, looking out of the window. "You'd think I would've gotten used to this gig after all these months." He picked up the frame, looking on at Anthony's face. "But no one could ever replace you, bro."
The Storm Wolf put the photo back down, reaching into his pocket, producing a small white USB thumb drive, emblazoned with a white wolf baring its teeth, its mouth covered in blood. "I'll admit though, your little care package has seen plenty of use. You've built up quite a nice stock of resources, especially your weapon research. Not to mention all the various contacts you've made over the years."
"Although I'm still trying to figure out what 'Project Outer Heaven' is all about. You really stumped me there, Bro." It was the one file that Sebastian's tech people hadn't cracked yet. It was clearly of great meaning to his brother Wolf, otherwise, he wouldn't have included it. A knocking came at the door. "Enter." He said. The door slid open, admitting Rachel. "You need something Captain Dupree?"
"Just delivering the latest report on the legged ship from Captain Russo." The Iron Dove said. "According to him, they're just about to rendezvous with the rest of the Eighth Fleet. Commander Le Creuset has called in a few other ships to reinforce him."
The Storm Wolf let out a bemused chuckle. "Against Lewis Halberton. He's going to need all the help he can get. Remember how he gave Anthony and I the runaround during Tranquility?" He folded his arms. "A real pity, I'd pay big money to see Halberton and Rau go toe to toe. Maybe I can ask David to get a copy of it for me."
Rachel rolled her eyes, all too used to her friend's sense of humor, but the Iron Dove's eyes became serious. "I think I may have uncovered something that can help us figure out what Project Outer Heaven is all about." This instantly got the Storm Wolf's attention. "Are you familiar with the Ashford Technical Academy at Copernicus?"
"Ashford, Ashford." It then clicked for him. "As in Reuben Ashford, the head Ashford Foundation? Of course, I have! Anthony trained under Reuben himself. He taught him everything he knows about engineering. Are you saying he has something to do with Outer Heaven?"
"It's our best option," Rachel stated, taking a seat on the couch. "What do you think he was up to? He never gave me the full story himself, said it was to keep me safe."
"We'll find out in due time, Rach." Sebastian held up the drive, the last legacy of the Arctic White Wolf. "I guess we're going to the Moon then."
(February 7th, C.E. 71, EAS Archangel, on route for Earth.)
Yukimasa hadn't left Flay's side for a minute since the battle that had claimed her father's life. He had offered regular prayers to Hamuea, something he hadn't done in a long time, hoping she would be okay when she woke up. It was a great relief to him when he saw those delicate eyelids flutter open. He gave a gentle smile, taking her hand in his and giving a light kiss.
It was then realization kicked in. Her blue-gray eyes filled with tears. "He's gone, isn't he?" Her voice broke. There was a million way he could have lied to her, but he just couldn't do this to her. The one woman who meant more than anything to him. He just inclined his head slightly. "No, no no!" Flay buried her face in the pillow, sobbing deeply. "Why? Why did he have to come out here? Couldn't he have just stayed on Earth where it was relatively safe?"
"He came out here because he loved you." Yukimasa finally offered. "The man may not have been a soldier, but he was willing to risk his life and limb to try and save you. I think that's the mark of a brave man."
"But I didn't even get the chance to introduce you to him," Flay said, not caring if her makeup was forever trashed. "I had so much I wanted to say to him and now he's gone forever!" Flay was about to start crying again, only for her boyfriend to embrace her. It was like him, strong but gentle. She sniffled, feeling his fingers gently running through her crimson locks.
"Go ahead and let it all out, honey. you'll feel a lot better when you're done." He said. With the green light given, Flay did just that, all her pain and anxiety gushing out. Her arms coming to hug Yukimasa around his neck, the only support she had at that moment. Through it all, Yukimasa said nothing, letting Flay's emotions run their curse, all the while stroking her hair. His way of showing her that he would be there to support her when it counted most.
"I'm sorry about your father," Yukimasa said, gently caressing Flay's cheek, his own regret beginning to leak through. "I should have been paying closer attention. I could have had Kuro or Keijiro to watch the Montgomery, or asked Tatsuo to have one of his people guard it."
His rant was topped by Flay gently placing a delicate finger on his lips. She was smiling now, but the tears were still flowing. "You can't fix what's already happened, Yukimasa, but I appreciate you thinking about it." It was clear to Yukimasa things would be okay from here on out, but he realized the next couple of days were going to be critical. The two of them laid down on the bed together, enjoying a quiet moment.
(February 8th, C.E. 71, ONS Kagutsuchi)
A Brief History of Akumetsu Security Consulting, as told by Morinobu Sanosuke Sahaku
Akumetsu Security Consulting had been founded by Tatsuo Mishima as a side business while he was still part of ZAFT. He had been a soldier all his life and would be so until his dying breath. While Patrick Zala was giving him a very nice paycheck, it didn't have to be his sole source of income. So ASC was born.
Tatsuo broke with ZAFT entirely after certain events occurred just before the Copernicus bombing. It was a testament to his team's loyalty, leaving to join their commander in their new business venture. He threw himself into his work, making a very lucrative contract with the United Emirates of Orb to bolster their small defense force.
As part of the deal, Tatsuo's people were allowed to rifle through Morgenroete's weapon storage and led them to the Reconstruction War Gundams, Gravesend, Gunshot, and Firestorm, a marked improvement over the few GINNs they brought to Orb with them.
When you're part of a crew like Tatsuo Mishima's, there are a few ways to cope. One simply leaves and finds another saner place to work. Two, slowly go out of your mind and end up in a padded room, and Three, just go with the flow and embrace the madness. Option three is one the newest applicants pick.
It helped Tatsuo was never picky about who joined Akumetsu, as long as they pulled their weight and didn't do anything stupid, there was a place in his ranks for almost everybody. But one of the most interesting members of ASC was Alyssa herself. Her killer good looks alone were enough to make people take notice of her.
But if one took the time to look carefully. They could tell something was off with ASC's chief tactical officer. The way she moved was smooth and fluid, a little too smooth and fluid, even for a Coordinator to do. And her blue eyes seemed a little too intense. It was rumored they glowed in the dark. If only one knew the truth.
Life on the Kagutsuchi was certainly anything but boring. Mori saw to that, a part of him was hoping to get a movie deal out of his adventures. However, he knew it would take time. He was still writing the script, and the war was still ongoing.
But there were still ways Yukimasa's twin could keep himself entertained. He headed down to the crew quarters where the operators of ASC were enjoying themselves in the only way they knew how by acting like a bunch of beered-up frat boys. Shino and Eugene Sevenstark, the Kagutsuchi's helmsman, were currently engaging in their weekly head butting contest while the others cheered them on.
"Hey Boss, what brings you here?" Akikhiro said, offering Mori a large mug of the cold stuff which he gladly accepted.
"Just checking in on my men, making sure they have everything they need. It's the mark of a good supervisor." Mori said, watching the spirited competition as the boys rammed their skulls into each other once again. "So tell me, how many brain cells have the two of them lost?"
"Hard to say, I lost count at two hundred." Akihiro was unimpressed.
This was a surprise to Mori. "Only that few? As I recall, we estimated them to be into the six digits by now."
"Two hundred thousand." Akihiro amended before taking a drink, not even wincing at the bony cracking sound created by skulls hitting each other yet again. "Although I think it might be about double that by now."
"If not triple." Mori quipped, watching as Shino and Eugene both let out a hearty laughter. Even though there was a bit of rivalry between them. The two guys were still good friends. After finishing his drink. He sprung up. "Well, Akihiro, as much as I'd love to stick around, I have my rounds to do. Let me know if one of the guys ends up KO'ed.
Akihiro let out a friendly grunt as Mori departed the crew quarters, heading down the corridor. His next stop, Tatsuo's quarters. It wasn't hard to find it, all one had to do was following the angry cursing and yelling. "Stupid fucking dominions!" The muffled ranting could be heard through the heavy steel door. Mori knew exactly what was going on. Tatsuo enjoyed setting up domino courses all over his room and letting them fall in sequence. The only problem, it's not an easy feat to full off in low gravity.
Mori knew the slightest shift would mean he'd have to start all over again, and really who could resist? He gave a knock at the door. "Hey, Boss. I'm coming in." He grinned inwardly as Tatsuo cussed some more, and the dominoes he had just started to put back into place drifted across the room.
"You just had to do that didn't you?" The older man growled, before sitting back in his desk chair. "Now it's going to take me at least an hour to set the whole thing up again." He watched as one of the dominos gracefully danced in front of him, only to flick it at Mori. "Is it really so hard to just enjoy Domino Rally?"
"My apologies, Captain. I came to speak with you about the future." Mori's jovial smile faded, becoming very serious. "We both know Commander Le Creuset isn't letting this little setback stop him from trying to get at the Archangel. He will return, and with greater numbers."
Tatsuo spat. "Yeah, Lacus bought us a little breathing room, but Rau is a persistent one." He sighed, putting a fresh cigarillo in his mouth. "Even if we do get Halberton and his people here. I doubt it will phase the likes of the White Meteor very much. He's going to hound us all the way planetside." He looked up at the ceiling, listening to the buzz of the lights. "Our main priorities are to get that ship back on Terra Firma and get Cagalli home safe. I wonder if we could get the princess to Ame-No-Mihashara, but I doubt she'd go willingly."
Mori just nodded, watching as Tatsuo began reassembling the dominos. "Ah yes, our little lioness is quite the spitfire when she gets worked up. I suppose if she won't go quietly, there's always the option of me getting her with a chloroform-soaked rag, and stuffing her into a bag when no one is looking." Tatsuo just gave him a look that said 'seriously?' "What's wrong with that option? It would save us a lot of trouble down the line."
"And clearly you forgot about your brother. Do you really think Kuroto is going to even let you near Cagalli with such intentions?" Tatsuo leaned in, setting up another domino. "We both know how protective he is of her, and even if you are his older brother. He'd kick your ass before launching you of a missile tube if you even think such a thing."
The elder Sahaku sibling just sighed. "I suppose it will just have to be a pipe dream then. Regardless, we are the guardians of very precious cargo, and nothing can happen to it until it's safely delivered to its destination." He sighed in his usual dramatic manner. "It's a shame we don't have access to Morgenroete's storage hangers, dig up a couple more Gundams for us to use. I know I would have no problem taking off into the fray."
"Even if we did get a few new machines to play with, there's no way in hell I'd let you fly one, Mori." Tatsuo finished another row of his precious dominoes. "I need you on the bridge to keep the rest of the crazies in line. Besides how many times have you tried out in the sims and bombed horribly?"
Mori just let out a bemused snort. "I suppose you have a point, Tatsuo. My brothers more than have the pilot side of things covered. They are two of the best the Orb Union has to offer, after all. I can be far more used to them working behind the scenes. I can't exactly be a proper spy if I'm tromping about in a twenty-foot-tall robot now, can I?" He just flashed his usual debonair grin. "I'll let you get back to your dominos, Captain. I'll try not to disturb you again." With that, he left. Tatsuo looked at the scattered mess, let out an irritated grunt, and got back to work.
(February 10th, C.E. 71, EAS Archangel, Bridge)
Everyone had been on edge since the battle. Although they had gained a reprieve thanks to Lacus. Everyone knew it was just a matter of time before the White Meteor returned. The one small hope that kept them going was that Admiral Halberton would soon arrive with the rest of the Eighth Fleet.
Sharon was the officer on bridge duty. The normally jubilant pinkette was a little bored, slumped in the captain's chair. "Want Coffee." She droned. "I need my coffee now."
"Does this help Lieutenant Heim?" Sharon's eyes lit up at the warm mug being held by Miriallia. She happily took the mug from the younger girl. "Black Silk, no cream, one cube of sugar, right?"
"Are you sucking up to me, Crewman Haw? Because if so, it's working!" Sharon said, sipping her beloved coffee. "Perhaps I should make you my personal assistant." Mirialla just giggled, before taking her place in the CIC once again.
"Lieutenant, we just received word from the Menelaos," Kuzzey said from the communications station. The nervous, mousy-looking boy seeming quite relieved. "He wanted to say the Eighth Fleet is less than two days travel from us. He's on the line now, wants to speak the Captain."
"That is good news, Crewman." Sharon was now doubly revitalized, thanks to the coffee and very good news at finally getting some proper reinforcements. Hopefully, ZAFT wouldn't drop in to make a mess. "Notify Captain Ramius. Murrue will be just as happy to hear from him."
"Yes ma'am!" Kuzzey said, quickly getting on the wireless. Murrue was on the bridge in record time. Sharon just smiled, getting out of the captain's chair. Murrue sat down, making herself look professional. "Captain Ramius, Admiral Halberton is waiting for you." Murrue picked up the handset on her chair.
"Menelaos-Actual, this is Archangel-Actual, how do you copy?" She said in her best commander's voice.
"We read you loud and clear, Archangel-Actual." A deep baritone voice spoke. The monitor came on, revealing Rear Admiral Lewis Halberton himself. An imposing figure with his blonde hair and full beard. "Not going to lie, it's very good to hear your voice, Murrue. Also glad to see you got my ship out of Heliopolis in one piece. I trust you haven't scratched the paint on that thing?"
Murrue laughed. "Of course not, Admiral. At least nothing that we couldn't buff out." It was now Halberton's turn to laugh. The mood lightened considerably. Even Natarle found herself relaxing if only just a little bit. But the Admiral's jovial attitude quickly turned serious.
"I heard you've been plagued by the White Meteor. A nasty turn of luck there. Rau Le Creuset is not a man to take lightly. I should know that all too well, given I faced off against him at Yggdrasil and Nova. But don't worry your pretty little heads at all. I'm sending you some assistance ahead of the rest of the fleet."
"What assistance, sir?" Murrue asked.
Halberton smirked. "If you're going to take on the White Meteor, who better to send against him than the Sable Comet!" Murrue wasn't sure what to make of her superior officer, but she had known him long enough to trust what he said. "You'll understand in a few minutes. Rest assured, Captain Roanoke is a very capable soldier. He's one of the very best we have."
It was apparent to Murrue that whoever this Captain Roanoke would have to be very a high level pilot. "Very well, Admiral. We'll accept any assistance we can get." Murrue said. "Until then, we will hold the line. We're very lucky to have Captain Mishima and his people with us as well. They've been a huge asset."
"I'll be sure to send him a nice bonus for keeping you alive," Halberton said, his face radiating pride. "You've come a long way, Murrue. I'm very proud of that fact, and I just know you're going to make a superb captain." He then looked off-screen. "We'll be there ASAP. Just hang in there. Archangel. Menelaos-Actual Out." With that the screen went dark.
"He has a lot of faith in you," Sharon said, now fully energized thanks to her coffee infusion. "The Admiral was always a very good judge of character."
"Either way, I have no doubt we'll be right back in the meat grinder before too long. Bring us up to Level 2 Battle Stations. I'm quite certain ZAFT will make its move soon." Murrue sat up a little bit straighter, showing everyone the signs of a true captain. "I will not be caught flatfooted again."
(Same Day, Archangel, Hangar)
Kira was working on the Strike, his last encounter with Athrun still fresh in his head. A part of him still ached at having to be on the other side of his best friend. But those feelings were tempered when he caught sight of Yui, currently doing a check of the servos of the Gundam's left leg, and her possible fate if he ever failed.
The death of Flay's father was also something that stung quite a bit, but Yukimasa had told Kira that was not his fault. All he could do was ensure he was ready for the next round. He took a break from staring at the screen displaying the diagnostics he was running and looked around the hangar. Murdoch and the rest of the maintenance crew were hard at work as well.
A couple of the techs were tuning one of the Zero's wired gun barrels, while another was seeing to upkeep on the Strike's beam rifle and sabers, ensuring everyone's weapons were in top condition. But even still, Kira could see the same underlying fatigue in everybody. It had been that way ever since leaving Heliopolis. "War really is a full-on grind. It sucks the life out of everyone." He said to no one in particular.
"You're not wrong." It was then Yui floated up, a loving smile on her face. She crawled into the cockpit, making herself at home in his lap, putting her arms around his neck. "So it's important to find things to keep you strong." She leaned in close to him. "Lucky for you that's my job." She kissed him with that.
It was nearly overwhelming to Kira's senses, the softness of Yui's lips, the faint scent of her shampoo. The sensation of her skin as her palm delicately brushed against his cheek. When they finally parted for air, her cheeks were glowing. "I'm right here with you, Kira. You will remember that, right?" She said in a sweet tone.
"Always," Kira said, threading his fingers through her chocolate-hued locks. It was very cozy in the cockpit, but neither he nor Yui minded very much. He gently rubbed her back. "You know when we get to Earth, it would be great for us to hit the beach."
"Uh, R-really?" Yui suddenly got very nervous.
"Yeah, Orb has some of the best beaches in the world," Kira said. "I figure after being cooped up in the ship for nearly a month, we could both use the sun. Go swimming in the waves, nothing beats it."
"I can't wait." She let out a nervous laugh, praying for some kind of distraction. Luckily Murdoch was on hand to do just that.
"Hey!" The grizzled old mechanic barked up to them. "You two kids done feeling each other up, I could use your help with something they sent over from the Kagutsuchi just now." Kira and Yui crawled out of the Strike's cockpit to see a large, humanoid figure under a large blue rubber tarp.
"It looks like we just gained a sixth mobile suit," Yui said, straightening out her coveralls. "It's operating system could probably use the Kira Yamato touch. What do you think?" She looked to Kira, who grinned. The pilot of the Strike was certain no one was going to let him forget his best piece of programming in the years to come.
(Archangel, Guest Quarters)
Kuro was sitting on his bunk, typing away on a laptop he had acquired. He furtively shot glances over to Cagalli, who luckily was occupied with a game on her phone. He was engaged in something that he knew the blonde wouldn't like, and really didn't want to listen to her pontificate. What he was doing was sending sensitive data back to Morgenroete Headquarters on Earth.
Thanks to the combined efforts of the Sahaku brothers and Keijiro, they had managed to copy practically all of the G-Project's data. The Phase-Shift Armor had been the last piece they needed, and would have been sent with the weekly data burst, but Rau's invasion kept that on hold. But now Kuro could finish that particular task. He knew Erica Simmons, Morgenroete's Chief Engineer, and the rest of her staff would be overjoyed to have something new to play with.
"It won't be much longer now," Cagalli said, finishing her fame for the moment. "The Eighth Fleet will be here. We'll finally be able to relax a little."
"I wouldn't be so sure, Cagalli." Kuro looked up from his work, collapsing the window in case she snuck a peek. "Even having an entire fleet isn't going to mean much when mobile suits have proven to be quite effective against warships. Especially with Gundams involved."
"Do you have to be so cynical, Kuro?" Cagalli asked. "There is such a thing as strength in numbers."
"And you're being naive, Lady Cagalli. You clearly weren't paying attention during your history lessons of the Reconstruction War to know how powerful Gundams really are." Alissa cut in, having been standing at attention against the wall. "Records of the time are rather clear. It's well known that when a Gundam entered the battle, they were known for wiping out entire battle groups, leaving nothing standing."
"Pulled the words from my very tongue. That's the reason why I don't think the Eighth Fleet is going to make much of a difference, Cagalli. Even if Halberton is the one in charge, we're still outmanned and outgunned against Rau and his crew. Now if they had a couple of guys willing to be whiskered." He indicated his Alaya-Vijana implants. "It might be a different story."
The Lioness of Orb had no argument for that. She knew all too well about what tortures Kuro had endured when he underwent the excruciating procedure. Truthfully she had considered going under the knife herself. But when she saw how ragged he looked in recovery. It was something Cagalli ultimately decided against it. Besides this, her father would have hit the roof the minute he learned about the surgery. One that thing that had always puzzled her was the fact that the whole of the Sahaku family were Coordinators anyway, and thus really didn't need the implants, to begin with. But Kuro had never explained why.
"Regardless of who or what we face, Lady Cagalli. I will ensure your safety, no matter the cost." It wasn't Alissa's declaration that surprised Kuro and Cagalli. It was how serious, and emotional she looked in saying it. The blonde was normally very deadpan in how she spoke. Even emotionless. This was a total turnaround for her.
"Wow, Alissa. I'm impressed with this sudden new resolve. Could you have found a new friend besides just Tatsuo?"
"Yeah, that's kind of weird, considering you barely spoke to me since you became my escort." Cagalli had barely heard a peep out of Alissa.
"I am not sure what is the problem. I merely intend to follow the directives issued to me by Master Tatsuo himself." Kuro and Cagalli were unsure what to say. Alissa herself became perplexed. Had she said something wrong? She simply remained silent, as the others went back to their laptop and phone respectively.
(PSV Vesalius, February 11th, C.E. 71)
The Le Creuset Team had withdrawn, Lacus had been transferred to another vessel and was now safely on her way back to the PLANTs. A brief heart to heart with his fiancee had eased some of Athrun's worries, but a part of him was still uneasy about Kira's stubbornness in staying with the Earth Alliance. Also, he was more than intrigued at meeting his best friend's girlfriend under more pleasant circumstances.
The rest of the team was finding their own ways to cope. Felecia was currently looking over her GINN. While she wasn't the tech geek Ezra was, she knew her way around machines well enough. She was pensive, recalling the most recent battle, and her near brush with death at the Gravesend's hands.
Before setting foot on the battlefield, she was very confident of her skill. Felecia had been eleventh in their graduating class, just missing out on the prized redcoat status. Many of her instructors spoke on her behalf, wanting her to become a lieutenant, but it went nowhere. But her hard work in classes had managed to net her a GINN High Maneuver Type.
At the end of the day, Felecia hadn't been worried about what color of the uniform she had on, or what kind of mobile suit she took into combat. Skillwise, she was more than a match for any of the top ten, Ezra included. But her near demise at Kuro's hands had been a sobering realization for her. A reminder of just how powerful the machine known as Gundam could be.
As such, Felecia was having second thoughts. Even if she trained non-stop in the simulators. Would piloting a GINN, even one with higher specs like the High Maneuver, be enough to bridge the gap? From where she was standing, not a chance. It left her wondering how relevant she could stay on the battlefield.
The shortest way, the most logical way to keep up would be getting a Gundam of her own. But it wasn't like ZAFT had a bunch of them just lying around somewhere. The Thunderbolt had been found by ZAFT in a storage unit on a base used by the Atlantic Federation Armed Forces before they were driven out in 64. And even if another one was found, it wasn't like they would give it to a no-name greencoat like her just because she asked?
It was a vexing question for her, with no clear answer in sight. Felecia sighed, putting the wrench down. "I wish there was a swimming pool on this ship. I so need to get wet right now." At this point she was willing to settle for just taking a nice warm shower. But that would have to wait until she finished work on her machine.
"Hey there." Felecia looked down to find Shiho standing at the foot of her mobile suit, holding a bottle of water in hand. "I figured you would welcome a little break." Felecia leaped off the scaffold, she gingerly took the water bottle, relishing the feel of the cool liquid running down her throat.
"Thanks a lot, Lieutenant. I needed that." Felecia said, noting the oil still coating her fingertips before running a hand through her grease-soaked hair. "Not to mention a shower."
"You can call me, Shiho. It doesn't bother me." The brunette said. "You've spent a lot of time in here since the battle. Is there anything wrong?"
Felecia sighed, taking another swig. "I guess I was just shaken up by the encounter with that Gundam. There was nothing about that in the recruiter's spiel when Ezra and I enlisted."
Shiho put a hand on the younger girl's shoulder. "I suppose that would be a bit overwhelming for anyone's first real sortie. You just need to toughen up some. I'd be more than willing to help you out, whether it's with the simulator or you want to go at it for real. We can both benefit from that. Besides which, we girls need to stick together."
Felecia smiled. "I'm happy to know I'm not the only girl pilot on this ship." Her smile faded a little. "But I still kind of feel like I'm the odd one out. I mean, we have five Gundams if you include the Thunderbolt, and all five of the boys are no slouches behind the controls. Even Sergeant Aiman has his own level of notoriety despite not being a redcoat. So where does that leave me?"
Paying no mind to Felecia's filth, Shiho laid a gentle hand on her fellow pilot's shoulder. "I get where you're coming from, Fi. You nearly bought it and you're wondering if this was just dumb luck you survived. I can tell you those first eight minutes are the most critical, but it doesn't mean you'll make it through the next battle if you're distracted like this." Shiho grimaced. "It's happened to a lot of people our age. We're just kids who volunteered to fight. It seems pretty fucked up that adults would let stuff like this happen."
"J7 did cause a pretty big surge in enlistment. A bunch of people rode that wave of patriotism right into the service. It's how Ezra and I joined up." Felecia said.
"Yeah, I did too," Shiho said. Her purple eyes becoming distant. "I was among the very first to hit the battlefield. It was what, five months ago? No, six months ago. The only ones who were in it longer would be the likes of Commander Le Creuset himself, or even Commander Connor and Commander Russo. Has it really been only six months since my first encounter with death on Earth? It feels way longer."
The thousand-yard stare didn't last long. Shiho took on the air of a veteran soldier, confident and self-assured. "So it's all the more important that doesn't happen to you, Felecia. I'm confident Miguel can handle any issues the boys have. In the meantime, as I said earlier, we girls need to watch each other's backs. If you have any problems, you come straight to me."
"Thanks, Shiho. I feel a lot better now." It was a huge weight off Felecia's shoulders. Maybe she couldn't get a Gundam yet, but she could ensure her skill in the cockpit was razor-sharp, perhaps a chance to get a better mobile suit down the line would present itself. "And I'm going to take that shower. I can deal with the mobile suit tomorrow."
The brown-haired redcoat felt a sense of accomplishment in helping a fellow soldier out. "That's a good idea, I'm certain you don't want to stink up the entire ship." The girls both laughed at that. "You should also go and see Ezra. He was getting worried about you. I guess he was getting tired of messing around with Yzak." Shiho let out a little sigh.
Felecia tilted her head, nothing how Shiho seemed to become a little fond when mentioning the pilot of the Duel. "Is there something going on between you and Lieutenant Joule?" Shiho's personality did a total one-eighty, sputtering angrily as her face turned bright red. Felecia just giggled.
"Honestly, you're as bad as Ezra!" Shiho pouted.
Felecia took hold of her hand, giving it a little squeeze. "I should have mentioned, I'm a bit of a prankster. Since we're friends now, you should probably get used to it." She said, her aquamarine eyes dancing in the lights of the hangar.
(Officer's Quarters)
Athrun had kept to himself since his farewell to his fiancee. The Red Knight was in his quarters with numerous electronic components scattered across the table and on the other bunk. Even after joining ZAFT, he was still tinkering about, but it was hard for him to find his focus, given how his mind was occupied with other things. Specifically thoughts of his best friend and now rival.
He thought of the exchange they had during their duel, and what Kira said to him. I can't fight for the same reasons you do, Athrun. I don't need you to like it. But you had at least understand it! You're motivated by revenge, and all that exists in your heart is anger. You can't divide people into categories. That is not how this world works! It was enough to make his anger flare, snapping the motherboard he was working on.
"Damn it, Kira." Athrun groaned, sitting back in frustration. "You have to make this so hard for me? Why do you have to so stubborn?" He then thought of Yui, and the icy glare she gave him. He had to admit there was a certain alluring beauty to her. He couldn't help but crack a small smile. "So you actually got a girlfriend, huh? You're bolder than I thought my friend." A knocking came at the door. "Come on in." He said.
The door opened, admitting Miguel. "Hey Athrun, working on your gizmos again?" The Magic Bullet of Dusk took note of the various computer parts scattered all over the place.
"Yeah, although I haven't made much progress." Athrun sighed, turning off his monitor. "I can't stop thinking about my friend, Kira." The greencoat said nothing, just clearing a place on the bunk, and motioning for the younger pilot to continue. "You see, he's with the Earth Forces. In fact, he's actually the pilot of the Strike."
"Whoa, stop right there. Your best friend was the guy who almost iced me?" Athrun tensed, afraid he would try to seek vengeance on him. "Damn, remind me to stay out of his way then!" The Red Knight sagged in relief. "So, your friend is a Natural?"
"No, he's a Coordinator like the rest of us. I tried to convince him to join us, but he's being stubborn, going on about protecting his friends, who are Naturals."
"Seems like a pretty solid reasoning if you ask me." He lightly tapped the redcoat on the forehead. "Maybe you've forgotten, Athrun, but we do have Natural allies on Earth, there are Naturals who live in the PLANTs, and even some Naturals within ZAFT's ranks itself?"
"I'm not saying all Naturals are bad, Miguel. But it's the Earth Alliance!" Athrun's irritation began to rise. "They're only going to keep him around as long as he's useful to pilot that mobile suit. I fear for his safety. Why is it so important that he protects the ship and the people on it?"
"There's the reason right there, kid. That's the main reason both sides put these uniforms on. I'm not a big fan of what the Earth Alliance has done to us, but most of the guys are just punching in for work, the same way we are." Miguel patted Athrun on the shoulder. "Your buddy Kira has people he wants to protect. His friends, his girl."
"Oh yeah, Kira mentioned her all right," Athrun remembered Yui, those brilliant purple eyes. " She is beautiful, although she gave me a rather frosty reception when I went to pick up Lacus."
"Did you get her name?" Miguel smirked.
"Yui, Yui Takamura." The smirk on the Magic Bullet's face vanished at those words. "What is it?"
Miguel whistled. "Wow Athrun, your friend is either very well connected, or just plain lucky! Because his girlfriend is part of one of the most influential families in all of the Republic of East Asia! Masatada Takamura is a big-time player in the East Asian Parliament. I definitely may not want to fight your friend, but I definitely want to find out how he bagged a girl like that!"
Athrun was floored. It wasn't enough his best friend was fighting for the Earth Alliance, his girlfriend was the daughter of one of their most prominent politicians? "Kira, I hope you know what you got yourself into!" Miguel just gave him another sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "What should I do, Miguel? This feels like I'm way out of my league here."
"Just hang in there, Athrun. You'll figure it out." The Magic Bullet of Dusk left the Red Knight alone. Athrun decided it was time to call it for a day, and just get some sleep.
(Archangel, Bridge, February 12th, C.E. 71)
Finally, the crews of the Archangel, and Kagutsuchi could breathe a little easier. Because of the whole of the Eighth Fleet. Led by Rear Admiral Lewis Halberton aboard his flagship, the Agamemnon-class carrier, the EAS Menelaos, had finally met up with them. At first glance, it seemed like a very formidable array of firepower, with the collection of Nelsons and Drakes surrounding their flagship, the Archangel, and Kagutsuchi. Not to mention the very mobile suits the latter two carried.
Yukimasa knew better, but he kept his mouth shut as he stood in the hangar with the other officers, awaiting the arrival of the Eighth Fleet's commander. Halberton's shuttle was settling down in the middle of the hangar, flanked by a silvery-gray Moebius Zero, and a CGUE colored a deep midnight blue. Out of the CGUE came a feminine figure in an Earth Alliance flightsuit in the same colors as the mobile suit. The helmet came out, revealing a young woman in her mid-twenties with long raven black hair tied in a ponytail with red eyes.
What really caught his attention was the pilot of the Zero. A tall figure clad in a dark gray version of the standard Earth Alliance uniform bearing the rank insignia of a naval captain, his face obscured by a helmet-style mask the same color with red highlights and long blonde hair sticking out of the sides. "Oh great, we got two guys in masks running around now," Yukimasa muttered.
"Admiral on deck!" Natarle barked. Everyone saluted as Halberton emerged from the craft. A tall, well-muscled man. The blonde hair and thick matching beard made Yukimasa think the Admiral looked a lot like Ulfric Stormcloak from the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. But a lot less stupid. On his heels was a young man about the age of the Heliopolis students, his blonde hair cut perfectly to regulation, blue eyes that looked equal parts worried and relieved.
"As you all were." Halberton proclaimed. He and Murrue locked eyes, and both smiled warmly. She broke ranks, coming up to him, Mentor and student then shared a warm embrace. Halberton gently patted her on the cheek. "Hello, Murrue. I'm glad to see you and the ship made it this far. It gives me hope that we can finally even the odds against ZAFT."
"It's good to see you as well, sir." Murrue's head drooped slightly. Recalling the events of a few days ago. "I'm sorry about Captain Koopman and the advance force. We weren't able to protect them or Vice Minister Allster."
The admiral just shook his head dismissively. "You have nothing to feel guilty about. I tried dissuading Minister Allster about coming out here. The man was insistent on finding his daughter. All I could do was accede to his wishes and he paid the price for it. We can't change what's already happened, Murrue. So don't angst about it too much."
"Yeah, I'm not shedding any tears about it." The black-haired woman spoke, earning her a reproachful look from the young man standing by Halberton's side. "One less bigoted, moronic government official to deal with is no skin off my nose." The woman didn't flinch at the harsh glare Yukimasa sent her.
"Commander Mochizuki please, don't speak ill of the dead." the ensign piped up. "It's not right to speak of Minister Allster in such a negative light when he was taken away from us in such a brutal manner." Yukimasa's eyes narrowed slightly at this. Just who was this guy?
"Now Commander Mochizuki, Ensign Copeland makes a very valid point. You should not speak ill of the dead." The masked captain spoke in a cool voice. It made Yukimasa think of Mori just a bit. "You can't fault the man for simply wanting to ensure his daughter was safe. It's no fault of his that it made him a target. He was a government official, and aware of such dangers."
"Whatever." The CGUE pilot just snorted. "The only reason I agreed to this assignment is that I was hoping to find my sister."
"I'm sure she's just fine." Neo pointed out. "The lieutenant is a capable, intelligent soldier, she'll be quite happy to see you."
"Allow me to introduce you to my escorts," Halberton said. "Commander Ayami Mochizuki, callsign Midnight Witch." Ayami just gave an idle wave. "And Captain Neo Roanoke." The masked man offered a salute and a sweeping bow as the Admiral spoke. "Callsign Sable Comet. And this young gentleman right here." He had the youngest of the quartet step forward. "Is Ensign Miles Copeland, just recently graduated from Annapolis. He's here looking for someone on your ship, Murrue."
"Who exactly?" Murrue asked.
"Minster Allster's daughter. I'm her fianceé." Everyone was taken off guard by those three words, the only other person who had known about this was Lacus, and she was well on her way back to L5. Yukimasa certainly was floored by it. Flay had never mentioned a fiancee. "It's why I was so upset to learn about the minister's death. Flay and her father were extremely close, I can only imagine how devastated she was when he died."
For some reason, Yukimasa wanted nothing more than to punch this guy in the face. However, he was pretty sure both of the other officers flanking the Admiral would have him on the ground before he even took one measly step. So he just settled for glaring at him.
The Hawk of Endymion took a step forward. "I was under the impression that the Zero Corps had been wiped out at Endymion." Mu had been quite surprised to see the dark gray mobile armor enter the hangar, and thus was quite curious about the man who had the same abilities as he did. Roanoke just took a neutral stance.
"It was only just before Endymion that my enhanced spatial awareness was discovered, Lieutenant La Flaga. Had your old unit not been decimated, I would have joined you just after that. Needless to say, I've been occupied with other duties. Regardless," Neo offered another deep bow. "It's nice to finally meet the Hawk of Endymion."
"Nice to know I'm not alone anymore," Mu said. "So tell me, Admiral. Is it possible that the Corps could be reconstituted? I know it would be a huge asset in the fight against ZAFT. Especially if we come up with mobile suits that are equipped with remote weapons." A part of him cringed at the thought of the White Meteor wielding a mobile suit that had wired gun barrels or whatever ZAFT's equivalent of the system would be.
"As useful as a squadron of such machines would be, I'm afraid bringing the Zero Corps back is not one of Command's main interests at the moment, Lieutenant," Halberton said, making a mental note to see about looking for more like Neo and Mu. "However, I will keep that in mind once we get the operating system problem fixed. I understand we have quite the capable young programmer on board." A part of him still was baffled at how quickly Kira reprogrammed the Strike. "Perhaps he may be able to help us in that regard?"
"I'm sure Mr. Yamato would be more than willing to help us out in such a fashion." Natarle ignored the pointed glares Sharon and Murrue gave her. "He's been instrumental in our survival up to this point."
"I'd very much like to meet this young man then," Halberton said.
"Excuse me, Admiral. I'd like to see Flay if that's okay with your sir." The bearded Admiral gave a nod of acknowledgment as Murrue led his entourage out of the hangar. Yukimasa suddenly found himself very interested in attending to the Masamune. it was the only way he could keep the rage seething inside him from exploding outward. "Excuse me?" He groaned inwardly, as Miles float hopped over to him.
"How can I help you?" Yukimasa bit out.
"I was told that Flay Allster is on this ship. Can you tell me where I might find her?" Miles's question was innocent enough, but it took all of Yukimasa's willpower to not climb into his machine and squash this guy like a bug. "I can only imagine how upset she was about her father's death." He sighed. "I wish I could have been there for her."
"She's a stronger woman than you think. I'm sure she'll be fine." Yukimasa knew better. He knew exactly what she had been through.
"Maybe so, but I'm still her fiancee." Miles protested, and Yukimasa contemplating how much force would be required to break his jaw. "It's my duty to take care of her. This is something our fathers have talked about for quite some time. Now that he's gone, it's all the more important I'm there for her." He didn't have to give an answer because there was an audible, feminine gasp. Flay had just entered the hangar. "There you are!" Miles joyfully made his way over to the redhead.
Flay couldn't believe her eyes, she remembered her father saying Miles was assigned to the Eighth Fleet. It was something she had forgotten in all the madness. She looked to Yukimasa, noting the disproval and rage on his face, not to mention the way his hand was wrapped around the very heavy wrench he was carrying, before going back to her would-be fiancee. Miles took her by the hand. "Uh, hi there, Miles. It's good to see you again."
"As it is to see you. I heard about your father, Flay. I'm so sorry." Miles began fretting. "I should have been here for you. I could have stopped it, saved his life." Flay put a finger to his lips, stopping him mid-rant. He blinked for a second. "Did you get your nails done?"
"Yeah." She flashed an apologetic look to Yukimasa. "Tell you what, Miles. I bet you're hungry after the long trip. How about we go to the cafeteria and we can talk there?"
"Oh, I'd love that," Miles said, the two departed. Flay looking over her shoulder at Yukimasa before Miles put his arm around her shoulder, yanking her away. The minute the doors shut, Yukimasa let out an audible roar, flinging the tool across the hangar.
(Cafeteria)
Flay couldn't help but feel uneasy as she and Miles took a seat. "I'm so glad to see you're okay, especially after what happened to your father. I'm so sorry about it. If I had been there I could have saved him." He would have continued if the redhead hadn't squeezed his hand.
"Miles, enough. I'm okay." She wasn't being entirely truthful, but Flay knew there wasn't any other way to stop him from throwing a pity party for one. "It hurt a lot, it still hurts, but I can't worry about that right now. I have to keep on going for him."
This seemed to placate the young soldier. It was good to see Flay still a reason to live. "I'm pleased to hear you say that. It goes without saying I was worried sick when I heard Heliopolis collapsed. I wondered if you had survived. Then again, you're pretty much in the safest place in the entire Earth Sphere right now." He took a look at the solid metal bulkheads. "This ship is very solidly built."
"The Archangel has carried us through some pretty heavy times." Flay reflected on Artemis, the Debris Belt, and the many battles since their hurried departure from L3. She smiled slightly, "There are some good people on this ship. It's thanks to them we've made it this far." Flay thought of Murrue, Mu, Sharon, Kira, and especially Yukimasa. "I'm grateful to every last one of them."
"That's good to hear. And now that I'm here, no one will lay a finger on you." Miles puffed out his chest, standing up a little taller. "I promise to protect you, Flay. No matter what. We'll get back to Earth, and then you can get off the ship and to safety back in Atlantic Federation territory."
"You want me to leave the Archangel?" Flay's heart ached at those words. With her father gone, she had nowhere else to go. The ship had become her only home, the crew her only family. Not to mention it would mean leaving Yukimasa behind. "Miles, I think you're overreacting a bit. Didn't you just say this ship is the safest place in the Earth Sphere?"
"Yeah, but the ship has done its job," Miles said dismissively. "You don't need to be here anymore Flay. Captain Roanoke, Commander Mochizuki, and I have got this covered. You can go back to North Carolina, and be safe. It will give me a lot of peace of mind if you weren't here in the middle of an active combat zone. It's no place for a civilian such as yourself."
This comment angered Flay on some levels. She had helped in the operation of this ship, maybe she wasn't trained as thoroughly as the actual military personnel, but she had learned enough to at least be able to pull her own weight. She opened her mouth to say something only for Miles to put a finger to her lips. "It's okay Flay. You don't need to worry anymore. I'll always protect you." Miles stood up, oblivious to his would-be fiancee's feelings. "How about we get something to eat? ZAFT's breathing down our necks, we'll need our energy."
She could only glower as he made his way to the food line. Flay sighed. Miles was the same as ever, and she really wished he had stayed on Earth.
(Captain's Office)
Admiral Halberton's retinue and the Archangel's senior officers had adjourned to Murrue's office, Halberton taking Murrue's normal spot behind the desk, Ayami and Neo flanking him as always. The door slid open, and Kira poked his head in. "You wanted to see, Captain?" He asked.
Kira couldn't help but feel a little nervous at the sight of all the officers present. Especially the masked visage of Neo himself. Halberton lightly tapped his hand on the desktop. "Come on in and have a seat, son. No one's going to bite." Kira quickly came in and stood at attention in front of the admiral.
"This is the kid who rewrote the Strike's OS in less than a minute?" Ayami was clearly unimpressed by Kira's slender physique, and the awkward manner he held himself. The poor kid had locked his knees to keep from fainting. There was something about the woman that reminded him of someone. He couldn't put his finger on it though. "I think he needs to put on some muscle."
Neo sighed, shaking his head in disproval. "Honestly, Commander Mochizuki, must you be so critical of everyone? He's a teenage boy, and clearly terrified right now. You can stand at ease, Mr. Yamato." Neo's words finally made Kira relax, breathing heavily as Sharon passed him a cup of water. "I apologize for my partner's attitude. She is a good soldier, but not always the most empathic of people. I am Captain Neo Roanoke, Atlantic Federation Navy Special Forces, and main bodyguard for Admiral Halberton here. Your exploits have already become known across much of OMNI Enforcer."
"I'm just doing wheat's needed to keep my friends alive, Captain Roanoke," Kira said, doing his best to stay calm as possible. Before looking to Halberton. The Admiral just wore a confident smirk. He could see the resolve in the young man's eyes. "I'll do what's necessary Admiral. I have priorities that I have to protect. So you're stuck with me for the time being."
Halberton chortled. "I can tell from your eyes. You're a man who's committed himself to a goal. I can respect that." The commander of the Eighth Fleet indeed could see the resolve in the younger man's purple eyes. He squared himself up. "Our primary objective is to get this ship, the mobile suit prototypes, and its crew to Earth alive and intact. I know Commander Le Creuset, he'll be determined to keep that from occurring. So we need to bring our A-game for when the battle comes."
"I'll have everyone battle-ready, sir." Murrue couldn't help but curse inwardly. Did ZAFT have to make things so difficult for them? A part of her wanted to think that it would all be okay once they made it Earth-side to Alaska. But she had learned quickly that the reality of war was a much darker thing.
"Then let's go to work," Halberton said, standing up, while delivering a commanding gaze to all crew members present. "We'll reach Earth interface in just a few hours. I want us to be ready for anything the White Meteor throws at us. That being said, before I return to my ship, I'd like to take a brief tour of the Archangel. I want to see what you've been doing with this magnificent piece of work."
Murrue beamed. "But of course Admiral. I would be honored to show all we've done with your creation this far." They walked down the corridors, crewmen snapping to attention as Halberton walked by them. "She's kept us safe all this way. We owe a lot to Kira and the other student volunteers from Heliopolis. We couldn't have made it as far as we had without them." He flushed at the compliment, the Sable Comet clapped his hand on Kira's shoulder, causing him to bolt upright.
"Walk with pride, Mr. Yamato. The captain is showing her faith and confidence in you. I imagine the rest of the crew feels the exact same way. I'm sure they are all very grateful for you stepping out there to keep everyone alive."
They stepped into one of the computer rooms where Yui was tapping away at one of the terminals. Kira wasn't surprised to see her so hard at work. She sprung up to attention, offering a salute. "Captain Ramius!" She caught sight of the Admiral. She blushed slightly. "Oh, welcome to the Archangel, Admiral Halberton." The older man just smiled warmly returning the salute.
"As you were, Miss Takamura. I understand you've been vital in overseeing the maintenance of the ship's mobile suits. On behalf of the Atlantic Federation, Your hard work is greatly appreciated." Yui blushed again. It was then Ayami stepped around the commander of the Eighth Fleet. Yui gasped, putting a hand to her mouth, tears forming in her eyes. Halberton smirked. "I see you've reunited with your sister, Commander Mochizuki."
"Indeed, sir." Ayami smiled for the first time since arriving on the ship. She took a few steps forward, embracing Yui. "Hey little sis, I missed you."
"Ayami." Yui's voiced cracked. "It's been so long." She then noticed Kira, who looked understandably floored at the entire revelation. "Uh, did I mention I have an older sister who's in the military?"
"She's your sister?" Kira asked.
"That's right, Mochizuki is our mother's maiden name, but I was born Ayami Takamura. what's it to you?" Some of Ayami's earlier attitude returned. She then noticed how Yui's face was brighter than ever. Kira was shuffling uncomfortably from foot to foot, and both were sharing a certain gaze. It was then the elder Takamura put it together. "Oh you have to be kidding me! He's your boyfriend, Yui? Oh, I can't wait to see you explain this to Mom and Dad!"
Neo thought it was the funniest thing in the world if the way the masked man was laughing was any indication. "All of a sudden this duty station just became a whole lot more interesting! I do so love sudden family reunions and the awkward reveals that normally go with them. I should have recorded this for posterity."
"You will do no such thing!" Ayami and Yui said at once. Kira just wanted to sink into the floor, and Natarle was seriously considering asking Keijiro for some of his best stuff. She couldn't wait until they made it to Earth.