PHASE 01

The door slid open as someone entered the room.
"There you are" a female voice said as the slide door closed itself. "Planning ahead already? We won't be arriving at Heliopolis in another two days..."
"Never postpone anything to tomorrow if it can be done today" the person sitting in the chair said. Turning the chair around, they faced each other.
He, sitting in the chair, wore a normal Orb commander uniform with a red collar and the upper part of the jacket unbuttoned. His mid-long dark-blonde hair was all combed to one side, partially hiding his left eye. His eyes had a marine blue colour. He looked like someone in his early twenties.
The other person, now also taking a seat, was a woman in her mid-twenties. She also wore a Orb military uniform, the standard female officer outfit, with a green collar. Her hair was something between dark green and dark blonde, tied in a long ponytail reaching her back. She had bright green eyes which were accompanied by blackglasses placed on top of her head.
"So, PO1 to 3 were stored in the cargo bay, ready for shipment?" the man asked.
"That's right, Shere. The construction facility.", she pointed a finger at the last yellow dot on the screen, "That should be where we can find PO4. But there probably isn't much left of it. According to the technicians, they had already completed it. It seems that the construction facility wasn't completely destroyed by the self-destruct mechanism, so maybe..."
"I see. We'll just take what's left of it. By the way, when are we going to enter ZAFT territory?"
"Actually, I came here to say we just have. Everyone has to put on their civilian clothing." she said, winking her eye.
"Eh?"
"Well, unless you want ZAFT to find out we're actually Orb soldiers sneaking into their territory as a shortcut to salvage Mobile Suits, you'd better wear something different."
They both smiled for a moment, before a new face appeared on the monitor.

"Amigo, no flirting during working hours!" the face on the screen proclaimed. The face consisted of two brown eyes, tanned skin and a evilly grinning mouth. Each ear was adorned by a small green earring. On top of the head, a strange black mass was located. It looked like something between dreadlocks and spikes. A yellow banana-print vest completed the picture.
"This ain't..." Shere began.
"No excuses! Doing this kind of thing is forbidden, and you know it!"
"Um, Rick, we weren't..."
"Denying, are we?"
Shere rolled his eyes as the guy rattled on.
"You just wait! I'll get my revenge! I'll..."
At that moment, the woman sitting next to Shere bent forward and said: "Rick, stop using the ship's cameras to spy on people and get on with the job you're hired for!"
"What job? I'm hired to identify and repair stuff! I ain't got nothin' to do here in this..."

With a faint 'click', the monitor became void of any colour.
"Man that guy talks a lot. Mia, why did you hire him in the first place?" Shere asked as he released the monitor's power switch.
"Because he's one of the best technicians Junk Guild had to offer." Mia said while putting one leg over the other. "And with all due respect, Sir, when the hell are you going to get changed?"
"Quit the 'sir' already. This isn't a military operation." Shere said as he stood up and left the room.

"Ooh, moody are we?" Rick proclaimed as he lost the camera signal.
"Who's moody? Someone just entering the bridge said.
He was a tall man, about 30 years old, wearing a sleeveless black shirt with a yellow 'S' on it and black trousers. His short hair and trimmed beard were red, and his eyes had a grey colour.
With his hands in his pockets, he floated towards the navigator's chair and made himself comfortable.
"Well? Who's moody?" he grinned.
"Nobody is, amigo! We're all having a wonderful time, boring ourselves to hell in here! Now I know that there isn't much to do here at the moment, but if I knew from the start that I'd be sitting here on my butt..."
"Rick, was it?" the red-haired guy asked.
"That's me. You're Nigel, right? 'sup man? What is it?"
"Quiet down for a bit, you're irritating me." Nigel said as he checked the radar.
Rick stared at him for a few seconds, mouth wide open, before he turned around and started to shuffle a deck of cards, mumbling things like "The nerve these people have..."

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Right after I posted Phase 01, I decided to add this one as Phase 02, instead of the already written Phase 02 which I haven't typed yet. I think the characters haven't been introduced enough, yet, so I added this sort of 'filler' episode.