The year is 71 C.E. a group of genetically enhanced humans called coordinators have moved up to space due to problems among their natural counter partners in the past. This place is now called PLANTs, the main base of operations for colonies that hold coordinators and their main military power, called ZAFT. The Earth Alliance is the government that mostly ruled over the earth as one, being lead by a strong hate factor against coordinators named blue cosmos. Now war has sprung out amongst the two, which has been going on for almost a year, with both sides showing no signs of backing down.
C.E. 71 February 2.
A white and silver GINN flew across the stars, leaving a blue hue from its thrusters as it passed. Following the hue was a load of explosions coming from shot-down missiles aimed at the GINN flying away. Behind the white GINN were three other GINNs flying behind it, one closer than the other two. Flying through space, the one GINN opened fire upon the white GINN, aiming for the thrusters and torso area. The white GINN spun while using the main thrusters to dodge the attacks, going faster by the second. Firing until its clip ran clean, the first Ginn went to reload its weapon, only for the white GINN to stop its main thrusters and turn around while still going at speed it was with the boosters, aiming down its sights, opening fire, hitting throughout the torso area, eventually puncturing the cockpit where the pilot inside was hit with a bullet killing him. The GINN floated in space, its monoeye deactivating upon its being shot down.
Using the main thrusters again to fly upwards, the other two GINNs followed suit, firing off their rifles in hopes of hitting the agile opponent. Still, before they could even aim, he'd move from one side to the other, being completely unpredictable. The white GINNs thruster increased output and then stopped making the machine float for a bit doing a slow front flip until the MS was upside down. The thrusters activated again, going underneath both enemies. With their underbelly exposed, The white GINN pilot opens fire again, releasing the rest of the clip of the machine gun into the second GINN, puncturing the armor of the GINNs reactor, causing it to explode in both of the remaining ms's faces. The white MS stopped itself as it floated back, reloading its gun, looking around with its monoeye for the last GINN.
Unbeknownst to the pilot, the last Ginn had used the death of its ally as a cover flying in from below, trying to use the same tactics the white one used on them. Grabbing its long sword, it flew up and slashed Vertically, a clean hit shortly. However, before the GINN reached, the white GINNs pilot felt a sensation through his mind telling him where the next attack was coming to adjust himself to block the slash with the machine gun, both metal colliding with each other sending the white GINN back from the impact. The enemy Ginns sword slowly started to cut through the gun, causing a screeching noise. The white and silver Ginn took its free left hand and grabbed its long sword form its hip, holding it in an ice grip, slicing upwards, cutting the arm off the attacking GINN. Oil spluttered out as the white Ginn adjusted its grip to a front grip and stabbed forward directly into the cockpit, causing it to electrocute as the GINN took the hit, making oil squirt out more, but no explosion, leaving the suit there to float in space. The white Ginns pilot checked his machine for any damage done to his unit, only to see there was none.
Turning around, the white GINN looked around for more fighters only to see there was none, letting out a sigh.
"This is Lieutenant Young, all enemies defeated, returning to base."
The white MS made its way back towards a purely white ship that had opened its hangar doors upon returning, decreasing his speed even further. Turning around so that the net put up can catch him as he finally made it inside. Once the net caught him, the Lead mechanic named Jay walked over towards the communication log.
"Is he in?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Fix the machine with any damage you can. Snowfall is leaving this area immediately!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Jay saluted as the log cut off, leaving him alone. Turning to the machine backing up towards its respective spot, Jay clapped his hands as he got the attention of the rest of the mechanics. "Let's make this quick! We don't know if anyone's on our tail!" After he said those words, the hanger went into action, with the mechanics discussing how or what needed to be repaired. The mobile suit's cockpit opened, revealing the suit's pilot as he floated out, taking off his helmet. The pilot had light blue eyes and dreadlocks in a ponytail. His dark brown skin showed signs of sweat coming off his face as he stopped at the door.
"Congratulations!" One mechanic said, making the young man turn around and smile and nod his head before stepping out into the gravity-oriented halls, walking through them until he reached his room. Upon reaching his room, he plopped down onto the bed, letting his eyes rest for a bit. But once they closed, he heard them, the voices of those he had killed.
This pilot's name is Deeraj Young, an ace pilot of the Earth Alliance. Despite being 20 years old, this young man had displayed unnatural abilities on the battlefield. Abling to adapt to coordinator technology as if it was nothing to him. This raised some speculation on the higher-order whether or not he was a coordinator. However, the Earth Alliance soon discovered in his brainwaves that he was, in fact, a newtype. However, this explanation didn't boat well for them and had him do a series of tests to prove whether he was natural. In truth, he wasn't but was at the same time.
The ability to feel what others are feeling, a new type of people, understand how people are in a single glance and have high spatial awareness is what a newtype is. Or, in theory, a great weapon for mobile suits. This wasn't all sunshine in rainbows, as proven with Deeraj many times. After a battle, he'd have episodes of regret feeling the pain of those he killed on the battlefield just minutes before. Now, after many sorties, he's gotten used to it. Despite his wishes, there was a different way of doing things.
"Raj?" A voice called out to him, making the young man sit up form his bed and look towards the door, seeing a tall, light, brown-skinned woman smiling at him with a hand on her hip. "You know you've just made a big accomplishment, right?"
"A big accomplishment?"
"Yeah! Get up were waiting for you in the hanger!"
"Do I really?"
"Yes, come on!" The woman walked into his room and grabbed his legs, slowly pulling him out of bed.
"Alright! I'm getting up," Deeraj said as he felt his feet hit the ground harder the usual. "Ow!"
"Come on then!" She rushed out of the room, leaving the pilot by himself again. Letting out a sigh, he got towards his feet and made his way towards the door and back out into the hall, with his helmet in tow. As he walked, a few of the bridge people were leaning against the wall near the cafeteria. Subbing out with the replacements to get a break.
"Yo! Nice going, Ghost!"
"Good job out there, Ace!"
Deeraj heard some applause from the cafeteria men and women in the distance. Bowing with a smile, he waved to them all.
"Thank you! I'll continue fighting hard for you all!" With that, he continued towards the hanger. Once he finally made it towards the hanger, he felt the gravity slowly lift off him again, looking around to see many of the members huddled together. Raising a brow, he kicked off the wall and headed down towards them, trying to get a good look at what was happening. Making it halfway, they all dispersed and shouted at the same time, startling the young man.
"Congratulations on 300 shoot downs!" This shocked him as he jumped mid float but was caught by the captain herself, jumping and meeting him in mid-air hugging the Ace. Pushing them back, they rolled in the air as the others looked on, operating a little before the captain leaned in for a kiss. Accepting it, they pulled away after a few seconds, and then that was followed by cheers.
"Careful, don't put a baby in her!" Jay shouted, earning slight laughter among the group. Rolling back towards the upper deck, Deeraj stopped himself and helped her down by gently pulling her.
"Alright! We can't celebrate forever! We have to get back to work as soon as possible! We don't know if they've left us alone completely yet. So hurry up!" Cleo, the captains' name, ordered, followed by salutes. Looking back towards her Pilot, she smiled and leaned her forehead on his. "Go get some rest. I know you must be tired. We just wanted to say thank you for protecting us."
"Thanks, Ghost!" His sister shouted as she kicked off the ground towards her fighter, stopping herself on the wing, and clapped her hand in a rhythmic form. "Give it up for our Ace! On three!" With two claps by the whole crew on the and then a wolf-like howl by them all, including Deeraj and Cleo. With cheers and laughter, the night was still young, and they enjoyed it bit by bit until 10 minutes later where it was time to get back to business.
"Alright! Let's go back to work! We're heading back to our lunar base. Clean this place up as well as the machine!" Cleo shouted with a smile as she kicked off towards the halls landing on her feet. Walking back towards the bridge.
"Alright, you heard the lady!" Jay called towards the Mechanics, floating off towards the GINN. While they went to work, Deeraj felt his sister grab him by the shoulder and took him towards the cafeteria.
"Come on. You need to eat. I should be able to go out there and help you next time, so we'll be eating together, ok?"
"No complaints here," Deeraj smiled as he grabbed his tray, and they went to sit on opposite sides of the table.
Snowfall flew throughout the stars heading towards the moon, their thrusters taking them as far as they need to go. With repairs being worked on, the ship was vulnerable, much to stalking presence anticipation.
Snowfall drifted through space, making its way back towards Ptolemaeus base on the moon. The trip was mostly uneventful, with repairs to machines and partly damaged areas on the ship being made while they flew back. Snowfall one of the other newly built battleships the Earth Alliance had made right after the Archangel. The captain of the ship's name is Cleo Palmer, one of the few female captains of a warship, with there only one well-known one.
Bridge
"Sir!" Cleo saluted as she stood to attention.
"At ease, you did a fine job Captain Palmer."
"Thank you, sir," Cleo let her body relax as she looked at the admiral. The older man looked over towards the crew members, hard at work, a smile on his face.
"It seems you run this ship well," he said almost proud-like. The admiral she was talking to was one of the few that vouched for her and allowed Cleo to get a job like this in the first place. He motioned for her to follow him towards the hall without saying a word, just them two. Moving through the ship at a slow pace while Snowfall docked inside the base, the two shared a moment of silence before they turned the corner again. "How long has it been since you've gotten this job, Palm?"
"It's been a few months, sir," Cleo still was in her military presents, even if it was just the two of them. Salvio, the admiral's name, let out a slight chuckle upon finding a free room for them to speak at.
"You can relax now," Salvio said as he sat down, taking off his hat and using it as a fan.
"S-sorry," Cleo stammered, making the admiral laugh in amusement.
"You weren't always this timid. What's happening to the woman I helped raise?"
"Sorry," Cleo said again, earning another laugh from the old man, making her relax a little as well with the sound of his voice. Time went by, and the two sat in silence, enjoying one another company like they did when she was a little girl.
"It's been so long since we were able to relax like this, just you and I. Takes me back to my youth where I could play football with you, and you would whine at how much I'd score," Salvio Italian accent was evident as he remembrance on the past.
"I hated playing that game with you," Cleo couldn't help but let out a smile as the old man laughs in delight.
"I knew you did! But there was an important lesson to be taught while I pummeled you. Sometimes you can't win all the time and accept you're losses, good or bad ones. On top of that, it made you stronger than any other boy or girl when it came to losing."
"It also taught me when to cut my losses when enough is enough," Cleo giggled a little bit as she finished the sentence.
"See! And you thought I was a mean old dickhead didn't you?"
Cleo held back the urge to say yes, instead opted for the teenager route. "What?! I did no such thing!" The sarcasm in her voice was evident, and Salvio caught on.
"Yeah yeah, you can't shit in an old man's food and expect him to believe it's brownies," Salvio got up while saying that, making Cleo laugh, the first time in months that she could relax on such a level that she forgot about.
"Salvio! I never thought that!"
"You didn't have to."
"Why's that?"
"It was on your face," Salvio looked back towards her with his tongue licked out and his left eye closed. Cleo laughed again, this time a little bit louder, giving way to how comfortable she felt. Following her guardian, they both walked out of the room and bumped into Deeraj, who was holding a clipboard in his hands, studying it. Salvio and Deeraj bumped into one another, knocking the board out of his hands.
"Oh! Sorry," Deeraj went to pick up the board only for the older man to bend down to get it first. Once he rose, Deeraj gasp as he saluted once he saw the ranking. Salvio chuckled as he studied the young man, reading the clipboard a little.
"GINN parts for better reaction time?" The older man looked up to see the light blue eyes dark brown-skinned man saluting towards him. Once he saw him, He couldn't help but cackle a little, handing him the clipboard.
"If it isn't the Ace himself, Ghost of space, your popular around here," Salvio stuck out his hand for him to shake. Deeraj saw this and took the clipboard with his left hand and extended his right to shake. Once they did, they shook only once, and the older man's smile only brighten. "Nice firm handshake you got there, son."
"Thank you, sir," Deeraj said as they let go of Salvio's hand as he continued to walk down the hall, a little bit more wary of his surroundings this time. Cleo shook her head with a smile and then perked up once she felt a nudge on her elbow.
"Nice young man, you should consider talking to him," Salvio started to walk down the hall with his hands in his pockets.
"Are you implying that I don't have a boyfriend?" Salvio shrugged while they took the long way towards the hanger.
"Hey, The Ace, why is he reading for parts to better the reaction time on his machine?"
"Huh?"
"The clipboard," Salvio stopped as they neared the door.
"I don't know. I'm guessing he's been having trouble with his controls lately? He does seem to be a lot sharper than when he was first fighting."
"I see," Salvio walked towards the door, followed by Cleo, who watch him get back into the car that drove him there. "If it is what I think it is, then I'll see if I can get someone to help with the problem! See you around, Captain!" With that, the Salvio turned around and started away from the pure white ship, leaving Cleo to stare for a moment, and then she started to walk back only to see Jay over with Isa as they finished the ammunition transfer on her fighter. Waiting till he walked away from Isa, she whistles towards him, gaining his attention, beckoning him to come towards her.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Has the Lieutenant ever said anything about his machine's reaction time?" Cleo asked. Jay sat for a moment to think and then looked back up towards his captain.
"No, not yet. I'm sure he'd mention it to us if anything's wrong."
"Right, keep up the good work," Cleo said as she started to walk back towards the bridge.
Deeraj and Isa walked into the hanger, with Isa looking at the clipboard he had given to her. To put it shortly, the ace has indeed been having slight troubles with his controls, as he was outgrowing them, but the way he worded it was that it wasn't that bad yet.
"You need to tell Jay or a mechanic to nip this in the bud-" Right as she says that, an alarm throughout the base blared through the speaker. An enemy attack was clear. What was unknown, however, was the strength of the enemy. Rushing down the railing and towards their machines, each pilot got ready for battle.
"All hands level two battle stations! All hands level two battle stations!"
Deeraj put on his helmet and clicked the visor so that it covered his face. Sitting back in his seat waiting for orders to come to launch, sitting in the dark closed place called the cockpit, the only light being the ones from the buttons. As he sat in his seat, there was a feeling gnawing it was the first time he felt this before heading into battle.
"This... This sensation, N...Nassir?" Deeraj asked no one in particular as he tabbed his finger on his helmet.
Laurasia-class
A blonde-haired man with black eyes put on his helmet and activated his custom-made Black and gold high mobility type GINN.
"Alright Sir, you only going out there after we've searched the area. Don't get trigger happy like last time is that understood?" Their commanding officer asked.
"Yes sir!" The red-shirts responded. All except for the black eyes man who only stared off into space.
This feeling... could it be someone like me? D...Deeraj?
"Nassir!" The booming voice of his commander snapped him out of his trance. Making him fumble around the cockpit until he managed to finally get the log open.
"Sir?" He managed to say electing Groans from his fellow pilots.
"Did you understand that?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good, Kelper's team let's move out!"