"Report."
"The dolems that were damaged in the last fight are mending well."
"I have never seen any of our previous encounters been so intense. This is the first time that we have gone up against these people, isn't it?"
"According to our records, we have never had contact with this system before."
"Then how is it that they almost seem to know how to deal with us in only one skirmish?" The lady threw the papers onto the floor, scattering them a bit.
"Perhaps it is because of the mechanical suits we saw upon approach to the planet."
The lady turned to look at the young man and smiled. "Yes, of course. If some of our foes have dealt with them, then perhaps that is why they are nearly as good."
"But they still do not realize the true faces of us, or what we plan."
"No. And it shall not be revealed at all." She walked a little around the room observing the small screens before sitting back down. "Let them think what they will."
"Shall I send out more?"
"No. Let them plan what they will. We shall see how they fare a second time before advancing our own plans."
"Yes ma'am."
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"Sergeant Major Mao, you wished an audience with me?"
"Captain, we have sustained severe damage to our arm slaves. It seems as if they are too slow to go up against these new creatures."
"And what do the men from Preventors think they are?" She asked toying with the end of her braid.
"They are as yet unsure, however they think they know how to deal with them. The Preventor agents believe that they are similar to what they called 'mobile suits.' If I am to understand them correctly, then they are unmanned versions of an arm slave, but with intelligence to fight enemies very effectively."
"Then our enemy is sending out their dolls, so to speak, to do their fighting?" She scowled. "Then what do they look like…"
"That we do not know, Captain."
"Then we cannot do anything to aid the Preventors."
"Actually, they did have suggestions as to how we could."
"I'm listening."
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"Ummm, Quatre, where are we going to get the parts in order to upgrade the planes?" Duo asked, then quickly looked over at Heero, "Providing, of course, that we're not sabotaging our own buds to do so. Like someone I know that did so for his."
"No, we're not going to do that, Duo. We need all the help we can get as well." Quatre frowned slightly, "Wufei, do you think it would be possible to contact Milliardo?"
"Why are you asking me, and why would we want to?"
"To see if he would like to donate Epyon's parts."
"Why do we have to ask anyone for help?" Heero asked, "Why can't we just go raiding on an old OZ base?"
"You know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea."
"Last one to the nearest base washes tonight's dishes!" Quatre threw over his shoulder while running to Sandrock.
The rest of the agents made a mad scramble for their own mechs. When Quatre cooked dinner there were a ton of dishes, and none of them felt like washing dishes for an hour to get them done. But the meals were always excellent, so it was worth it. Kind of.
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"Granted, Melissa."
A/N: I may as well put this here as well. This will have a lot of spoilers in it for RahXephon. Particularly about the Mu. I do not own RahXephon, Gundam Wing, or Full Metal Panic. But I'm getting some really interesting ideas on how to take the story…