AN: Well it has been a while hasn't readers? I do apologize for my rather...notable absence but as is the case with much in life it wasn't exactly my choice but here we are months later and I am finally releasing this chapter. I do hope it has been worth the wait and you do enjoy it, please let me know what you think of it in a review.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam sadly
Chapter Three: Regrouping in the Yellow Sea
Bohai Sea, Northern China, Earth
Deep Ocean Transit Supply Ship: Valiant Journey, 57 Nautical Miles Offshore
July 7th, 0091 UC
900 Hours
The voyage across the Pacific into the Asian territories had been a constant source of dread and fear for all aboard the Journey even for himself, admittedly but now that they had finally arrived back to something that could be called a 'home berth' spirits were raising again. The Federation had launched a few token pursuit forces and probes undoubtedly to uncover them but within the deep and vast oceans of Earth, a single vessel no matter how large could easily disappear. The North China Sea had been the launch point of their raid towards North America and while it would not remain secure forever, they had bought the time needed. With the sacrifice of the Degwin and its crew of almost 40 they had purchased the several days needed to reach port.
From the forward observation area of the bridge the Captain of Zeon had observed the incoming structure that stood out within the seas that blanketed China's eastern shores. That had been their home for almost a year now a aging if still stable and even somewhat operational offshore platform, once used to draw oil from the sea floor it provided a weathered if adequate shelter against the Federation. While the oil had long since ran dry the machinery and facilities that once refined and processed oil for shipping to the shore still was capable of operation. He had no need of such things but the power output required for those facilities and other electronics on the platform gave the base an ample source of energy that could be redirected for all manners of things.
The rusting and paint peeled monolith within the sea had been a derelict when he had stumbled upon it all those years ago back during the war. Some castoff remnant of the old AD era still clinging to the present yet here and now a decade and change later he was making use of that discovery. Having the base converted from its original purposes to a offshore barracks, a communications array, an armor, and even should he be so bold as to declare it such...a fortress had not been easy nor inexpensive yet all the same with the coffers of the company behind him he was able to afford the repairs, reinforcing and even arming of the platform. It had not been the expense however that had proven the issue, it had been transporting and getting the materials and needed personal and skill aboard it to fix the ailing structure.
When he had first found the offshore platform its mooring had long since collapsed and it had drifted further and further out to sea, being battered by decades of fierce summer storms and having no upkeep had left it a hollowed and rusted out wreck. He could have had the entire Zeon military's corp of engineers and he doubted they would have been capable of doing much with the structure within the short period he had but he had accomplished the impossible a decade later. The central structure had been rebuilt and fortified, the mooring once more firmly shackled to the ocean floor below, the support and primary platforms repaired and refurbished as best as could be done with only a scarce handful of months at their disposal with the outcome of the Garvey incident. All and all the Tianjin had been perhaps the most costly stage of Olympus for its earth bound stage but it was a vital one none the less.
It provided everything they needed for their operations here Earth side, from a place to restock on fuel and munitions to having a safe harbor from the pursuing Federation. Here in the Bohai they could catch their breath, and check in on their other forces and personal stationed all across the globe, with the Major's joining them the next stage could be cleared from his checklist a bit sooner then he had expected. All in all things were looking up.
By now the Zeon forces in Europe had made their presence known and while he would have no confirmation until actually boarding the platform and establishing a somewhat secure line of communications to the Lisbon team he knew they wouldn't let him down. After all he was a believer in the possibility of future generations, the children of Zeon today would go on to build wonders that older members of their society such as himself could scarcely even imagine.
This he knew.
Grans and Drexler would prove themselves worthy of the gift he had bestowed upon them with this operation and once Europe was once again smashed beneath the steel steps of Zeon mobile suits, they could proceed. The Tianjin loomed before them all, it and its precious cargo.
Tianjin Offshore Platform 1, Bohai Sea Northern China, Earth
July 7th, 0091 UC, 179 Nautical Miles Offshore
Zeon Remnants Asian Headquarters
1200 Hours
As he stepped off the massive gangplank of the Valiant Journey he was met by a cascade, a symphony of cheers, to his forces he knew his return meant one and only one thing. The first victory in their renewed war had been achieved, California Base had been successfully neutralized, if the raid on Lisbon went well then all the forces centralized in regions that could immediately respond to their next phase were all but eliminated, all the concentrated pockets of Federal military strength sapped away. His eyes scanned the assembly of dozens that lined the deck, from pilots to engineers, from infantry to technicians, all these castoff soldiers, remnants of the Principality, Delaz, or Axis were assembled here and now for him. Their uniforms were a odd mishmash of varying generations, degrees of general upkeep, and more, some of the older men and women who had fought under Garma, Dozle and Gihren back during the first war's uniforms had long lost the stark green drab of its initial make and long since faded into a more diluted greenish gray from wear, exposure and no maintenance. While the younger soldiers who had accompanied him down from Axis under the service of Haman still bore the fresh printed black BDU's and Green service drabs with little to no age to them...yet, it was yet another reminder of the generational gap between those that had retreated into deep space following their defeat all those years ago and those that had remained landlocked here on Earth fighting ever since.
His left eye drifted to Yuuka as she accompanied him down the metal walkway on to the primary receiving decks, the massive platform overlooking them as if steel giants gazing outward. She bore the scars of her fighting with the Federation as well, new scars had joined the old, given by the same enemy that had applied them the first time like all those years before. The Federation continued to mar and destroy what would not surrender to it, its behavior to rejection of its own self given rule of Humanity persisting in the same fashion as it had since the early days of rebellion against that rule. She was not alone in having gained additional markings given in their cause, in their battle with the Federation, though he bore them with no pride he too had been disfigured at the hands of the Federation, the results of that damned raid on Side One all those years ago were still etched into him.
From the torn face, muscles shredded, bones shattered, to all the complications that had resulted from his exposure to the vacuum, they still plagued him even passing twelve years after the event itself. Those injuries were killing him here and now, the Federation would eventually kill him he reasoned, either in battle or through wounds they had inflicted so many years before, it made no difference he reasoned, though if he was to be honest would prefer a death in battle. Combat, not wasting away slowly in a infirmary somewhere, rotting in a bed until death claimed in him a haze of pain numbing anesthesia.
He grinned as he saw the Major follow after them descending down the plank to the docking array after them, no doubt this was still something new to her, after all when they had last met it had been in combat, when she had last saw the soldiers of Zeon it had been as foes, not as allies. Yes, this situation was likely fairly surreal for her, there was little doubt to be had there. She stood at odds with his force of irregulars admittedly, still dressed in the standard Federal fatigues, and as she descended down to the docking platform, he could see that many of his forces bore looks of confusion, outright hostility and the deep seething hatred of the Federation that he had come to expect, and even encourage from the men under his command.
It wouldn't do for this to spiral out of his grasp so a introduction, a proper one would be required sooner rather then later merely to cement to his force that Major O'Sullivan was here as a honored guest, a new ally to join them in their crusade against the Federation, so pulling his commlink free of his belt and with the mere swipe of a finger, accessing the localized network and tying into the PA system he spoke into the receiver.
With his voice echoing out across the exterior of the platform he noted that now, no one was looking even vaguely in the direction of the Major any longer.
"To all forces on the Tianjin, I have returned, squadron commanders and team leaders expect debriefings within the next six standard hours, I want to be updated on all ongoing projects as well, until that time operate under standing procedure." With a crack of static the transmission cut out and with a slight grin directed to the Major he began the long descent up the docking array's various walkways, service corridors, and long descending staircases into the superstructure proper. With the assault on Lisbon to begin within just a few moments, he really didn't have all that much time to waste, as the walkways, and corridors gave way to a lift that would take him directly into the interior of platform his thoughts drifted to the planned attack.
Lisbon had survived the initial Zeon assault back in the heyday of the Principality: Second Descent although barely. He wondered how it would fare today. Ultimately whether or not the city persisted past today was irrelevant so long as the standing objectives that brought his forces to it were completed but its continued existence was a standing defiance of Zeon that persisted back a decade. So if it were utterly destroyed on this day, he wouldn't lose any sleep over it.
Tianjin Offshore Platform 1, Bohai Sea Northern China, Earth
July 7th, 0091 UC, 179 Nautical Miles Offshore
Zeon Remnants Asian Headquarters
1300 Hours
His attention the image of Lisbon burning didn't waver even as the already deteriorating image of the city engulfed in chemically induced flames, destruction wrought by beam weaponry and missile barrages worsened with the collapse of the Abril Bridge, one of the few landmarks that had been left standing during the initial Zeon invasion back in 0079. Yet for all that, it wasn't that he didn't wish to look away to confirm with the communication staff here on the Tianjin to confer with his subordinates in Europe and congratulate them on their success it was because he couldn't. his legs felt leaden. Moving a single step seemed beyond his grasp, even turning in place likely would be impossible, it was if he was simply paralyzed while still standing. It was unlike any sensation he had ever felt before within his life. He felt the convulsion traveling upward from his chest a mere instant before he felt the familiar piercing agony radiating through his skull. Head bobbing forward as liquid traveled outward through his throat, bringing his hand upward to his mouth he felt the hot liquid stain his glove crimson. His eyes fell upon the darkened leather of the glove noting the dark crimson of his own blood adorning it, admiring it. Yet more fell to the polished deck of the command and control room trickling from his mouth and nostrils.
His usually tactical and quick mind was slogging under the piercing migraines that usually made up his fit even as his chest throbbed outward straining against his uniform with each and every struggling his vision swam and his body felt deadened even as the throbbing pain continued to wrack his chest and throat, bringing his left hand upon the tempered glass of the monitor he had been observing mere moments ago to steady himself. Leaving a trail of red from his own life's blood to stain the transparent material. His strength seemingly leaving him, his hand fell limply away from the sleek glass of the monitor. His body felt statue like, the deadened sensation he would normally feel upon his left arm seemingly present throughout his entire body
He didn't feel his legs giving out, but he did see his field of sight lowering as he sank to his knees. Eyes still focused outward even as the quality of his vision continued to deteriorate with seemingly every passing second. As a pilot he had prided himself on his excellent vision, he doubted he could even successfully pilot a civil freighter little lone a mobile suit at present.
Another convulsion rocked his frame even as bloodied spittle impacted the deck below him, his teeth stained crimson were clenched downward. Despite the deadened feeling that seemed to plague his body he still felt that all encompassing pain that was radiating outward from his skull, tears streamed downward from his left eye.
He gasped for breath even as he tried to force his body upward, he would stand-willing his body forward every ounce of strength he possessed only resulted in another wave of rolling convulsions, his vision was nearly absent entirely now. All he could see was the dark void of space, the pacing and events of the battle were now beyond even his observation. 'No. No. No.' That mantra repeated in his head, he was a survivor, he lived through the deadliest war in human history, he was a soldier who always made it back to base alive.
'Not yet...I can't die yet.' Why had he escaped death all of those times? Survived all of those battles only die to here and now? He had faced death so many times he had stopped counting long ago, and yet here it was and he felt the fear of the end creep into him. He had always expected the end to come quickly and yet this seemed long and drawn out, his normally deadened body was aflame, awash in fire and pain. Vision fading to black he heard the sound of his own head making impact with the thick steel of the bridge floor. He tasted bile and blood upon his lips, the warmth and texture of it seemingly the only thing in existence for that second.
This would be the end of him then? He had survived the collapse of the Principality, survived the long trip into the exile of Axis, had become part of the new government of their people...prepared it and strengthened it for the coming war and then fought that war just as he had originally under the Principality with all the gusto and ability he possessed. What had that been for? What had the purpose in his surviving The so called 'One Year War' and the 'Neo Zeon War'? To die here and now just when they were on the verge of recreating their homeland? What had he contributed to the glorious society of the Principality of Zeon? Why had he persisted when those far more valuable then he died in its name? Why out of the billions that perished in their war did he continue to draw breath?
It was an unexplained twist of fate yet it had occurred.
He was part of a living ghost, a historical footnote he supposed...some remnant group of yet another fragment of what had once been the greatest nation ever built by the hands of mankind, but he had contented himself to the role. He had become the commander his people needed, just as he had done for Axis a decade before. He had sworn himself to his new nation of Axis just as he had his first and for a time it was alright, he had endured the humiliation of having to abandon the homeland, he had endured the painful exile into deep space over the twenty month journey to Axis along with Admiral Karn's fleet. He had sworn himself to his liege the infant Mineva, had borne witness to her coronation and the crowning of the final Zabi. He had dropped to his knees before that child and her mother and swore upon his very life that he would see her sitting upon the throne of her grandfather or die trying, yet even so the memories of that war had never left him.
All the battles, blood and chaos rendered meaningless in the final instance of the war, what was given to him other then defeat? He had endured but it had been a painful descent, once he was one of the most highly regarded pilots in the entire Principality, he had been a instructor at the Academy despite him merely being a Lieutenant. He had fought battle after battle in that seemingly never ending war only for it cost himself everything and everyone he had ever believed in, even as his leaders died and the flag he had sworn himself to was thrown down he had endured.
So perhaps Zeon would endure as well, after all Zeon was more then a mere state. More then the Zabi family, more then Side Three it was a ideal. It could and would outlive him, and that was something he knew the Federation would never understand-even if they stopped Zeon here and now, prevented his planned rebellion against them...someone would merely step past his corpse and try again and again and again in a never ending cycle of death and hate until one side or the other was completely obliterated from living memory. That thought brought him a small notion comfort, his life was ultimately a small thing...a fragile thing. He had escaped death time and again, but eventually he supposed it would have to end like this one day if not here and now perhaps within a mobile suit or before a firing squad of Federal soldiers but eventually it would have to end. He had known once he had become a soldier all those years ago the likelihood of him dying peacefully in his sleep surrounded by children, family and friends was a unlikely scenario to say the absolute least.
But Zeon would not die with him. His eyes were opened he could feel the strain of the light against them even as he saw nothing, what would happen to Mineva now? Would she remain in hiding safely upon Earth? He had never been able to locate the true heir to the throne of Side Three, one of his many, many failures since the collapse of Neo Zeon as he saw it. He had failed Haman, then he had failed those that were pushed under his command, the only thing he could offer them after his death was life itself, a retreat away from yet another collapse of Zeon. He had failed in his alliance with Garvey he had thought they could use the man, his hatred and resources would be useful, yet all they had done was cost him yet another old comrade, and valuable pilots and mobile suits...he had now failed Imke alongside Yuuka...and even his infant child, he would die here and now and leave them all behind, just like he had failed Mineva yet again. He had hoped to find her, to revitalize their people with her grand return, a new declaration of war yet...it seemed it would not come to pass. 'I regret leaving your service so soon my lady but I am afraid I must go on ahead...' He heard the frantic impact boots hitting steel grate as his hearing was reduced to just the throbbing beat of his own heart, it seemed the medical staff had likely arrived. He felt the warmth of the blood flowing from his nostrils and lips even as that sensation became distant and numbed.
'I'm afraid...' That realization bit him deeply, despite all the times he had stared death in the face he still feared his end. He feared the nothingness that awaited him in the void beyond this life. He feared that nearly as much as the failures that anchored him to his memories, to the present and if by some twist fate should he live, the future. Those he failed, they would persist in this life, yet forever be ruined by his absence, he had forced himself upon them, in doing so he had given them reasons to persist past their own losses, assisted them in finding reasons to live, to exist...would those persist after he was gone? The sudden heat that bit into him a mere second later rattled him to his core, forced to him expel the fluid that had filling his lungs even as breath returned to his body that sensation remained. Bile and Blood stained his face as he continued to hack up globules of blackened concentrations of flake like crimson, he heard the muffled sounds of shouts and screams, the faint echos of words. "Captain?" Yuuka's voice broke, noticeable in that there was concerned laced within the tone, it audible in her speech in through the deafened chaos that was his mind at the present. Yet all the same he knew then that he had been saved, that despite how close this may have come to taking his life it had been beaten back for a time just as it had before. 'I wonder how many more of these my body has left in it...'this was by far the most severe of these attacks to date. Yet another reminder that his time among the living was drawing shorter and shorter...as if he needed any reminder of that.
Two Hours Prior to the Attack on Lisbon By Zeon Remnants
Tianjin Offshore Platform 1, Bohai Sea Northern China, Earth
July 7th, 0091 UC, 179 Nautical Miles Offshore
Zeon Remnants Asian Headquarters
1100 Hours
The dim lighting of the chamber, the desolate feel of the long abandoned machinery now re-purposed for their war suited this meeting. The rust clad metal drenched in the coating as if it was a fresh application of blood, the groaning of industrial pumps pulling up seawater to work the massive generators that powered the platform, the clanking of boot upon deck, it was to him at the very least a sign of how far they had come...and how far they still had left to go in pursuit of his dream, his grand ambition.
The great revitalization, the rebirth of Zeon.
Not to mention that following what had occurred followed their docking with the Tianjin he had to deal with O'Sullivan in one fashion or another, he had revived the information he had required from, yet her usefulness to their cause had not fully ran its course. Not yet, not when she still drew breath and still was content to fight the Federation alongside him, if the years since the war had taught anything it was the value of the individual. Numerical superiority would never be his so he would have to gather the mighty to his cause, skill would drown numbers in their own blood if he could gather enough talent to his cause.
Stepping into the dank recesses of the interior chamber, just below the primary command center aboard the station he noted that O'Sullivan as predicted was already here. Yuuka at his back, the former Titan pilot at his front he took his place in the center as Yuuka assumed the wall by the door, no doubt to inform him if someone approached, as per usual this conversation would never leave this chamber, he disliked keeping secrets from his men, but no doubt this conversation would be best left in here. From the look in her eye he could tell as much, she was irritated, more then that she looked dumbfounded.
Was the fact that the opening volley of Olympus had another target besides California Base coming as a surprise to her? It shouldn't have, yes he had broken a sufficient amount of the North American garrison's forces in his raid on Monterrey, dozens of mobile suits, their storage buildings, fighter craft, fuel, munitions, along with pilots but that damage alone was nothing to the forces that still remained upon Earth, they would be replaced within a year if not sooner. No the offensive had to continue, and she would come to learn that.
Here and now if required, he could ill afford any challenge to his command in the coming days.
"Do you truly think this is the wisest course of action? Announcing that you have yet more forces stationed here on Earth?" The question bit deep and behind it was the thinly veiled insinuation of 'Did I choose incorrectly when I aligned with you?'. The question was as barbed as the woman herself was, the criticism rooted down to the core she would require...more then he had anticipated then.
Yet all the same he was not quite willing to lay all the cards upon the table in his first exchange with someone so new to their cause, with someone that had tried to take his life once not even a year ago...and twice long before that. So he would compromise and offer her a mild placation, a explanation, she was due that...
"Be at ease Major, the assault on Lisbon is merely a reminder to the Federation that not all is well in their precious little world, nothing more." The even and calm voice that spoke back to her from the rear of the chamber gradually grow closer as he continued onward with his explanation, for unlike all the others who followed him, even Yuuka none questioned his strategy once the planning stage was done. O'Sullivan was unique in that regard, she was not one of them, not truly, even her defection could not change that, but she had chosen to fight alongside them in the upcoming struggle for which he was willing to give her some leeway.
An additional machine and pilot, not to mention her completing her assignment near flawlessly had earned as much.
"Remember Kries that we are allied simply due to us now having a common foe. I care nothing for what you seek to achieve, just as you likely care nothing for what I seek to achieve. I am willing to be directed by you for your cause only in so far as it benefits my own, and you would do well to remember that." Her tone was no longer biting but flat, she was speaking her mind openly now, there was no measure of subterfuge or deception in it. She was willing to burn all the bridges behind her, to kill her former comrades, to turn her back on her planet but only if she was going to properly repaid for that.
'She will be properly repaid for it...traitors and cowards have a special place reserved for them in Hell as I recall.' He thought rather glibly before he spoke openly, his tone now lacked the placation and modesty, it was obvious it was no longer needed so he could speak openly. "Of course, we both wish to see the Federation brought to its knees, whether or not it persists into the future...well that is what you want is it not? Some grand revolution? Some revitalization?" He openly scoffed, his torn and scarred visage practically twisting inward, skin peeling back, scars aching as muscle twisted and contracted as he cruelly sneered. He cared nothing for the Federation persisting past this instant in history, he had nothing left in him that could remotely even be construed as anything but a somewhat grudging if gained respect for worthy adversary in it.
"I will do nothing to hamper your progress on that front, but expect nothing more then what we initially agreed upon, whether or not your pet project bears any fruit is upon you and you alone. My own concerns must lie solely with Olympus." That was the truth she was owed, that was the fact of their situation, their strange partnership, he would allow her to act the part of the beleaguered conscience of the Federation due to her agreement to not only assist in him battle but due to the information that she would bring along with her from California base.
Information that he had desperately required, for the success of Olympus he was willing, even if barely so to allow the Federation a chance to survive into the future under her whim...after all when Zeon was reborn, who cared what became of Earth? Side Three would dictate space and therefore the future of all humanity. With the loss of its colonial investments, no doubt the Federation would buckle and become but a paper tiger of its former fury and strength. Even if he could not have the Federation broken and burning under his heel completely, its peoples and ideals utterly trampled underneath the steel toes of his mobile suit, it being suitably humbled for its arrogance believing it not the true rulers of men, the people of Zeon, of space were the ones to dictate the future, for its mere existence after the collapse of the Principality...it would be enough. Yes, it would be enough, after all what use would there be in gloating over a corpse?
With the Federation persisting after this war, they could once and forever more always hold their loss over them, just as they had with Zeon all those years ago and in all the years since.
That of course did not mean he would not take every advantage and opportunity to increase their losses from this campaign, far from it, he would see them bleed all across the stars until they relented, until they finally submitted.
Mercury Lagrange Point 1
280,987 Kilometers from the surface of Mercury, Dark Side, Orbital Weather Station
Station 1-K7, Docked Alongside The Endra Class Light Cruiser: Resilience
Endra Class Light Cruiser: Resilience, Foredeck
Officer's Barracks
July 11th, 0091 UC
1400 Hours
Gazing down at the fearsome firestorm of exploding rock, hot ash and debris that continually erupted upward from the surface of Mercury she could only remark that it reminded her of war, she knew that he would like that answer. He had told her once that all the universe, all life was a struggle, conflict between those that would dominate and those that would be dominated. He was correct of course, he always was. This entire planet was proof of that, the constant struggle between the opposing forces of magma and the rocks surrounding it was why she was witnessing these eruptions after all.
Even nature itself...the universe itself acknowledged this man's rules as valid.
She laughed softly at that, a high and tilted noise that stemmed more from her nose then throat.
Even an imperfect thing such as she, some result of technology blending with flesh could see the ultimate truth that lay in his vision, in his dogma, in his ideology. It applied itself evenly without exception to individual or society. It was Darwinian in some regards perhaps yet all the same it was also the truth. The truth cared not for how people approached it, for how it was treated, it remained evident and steadfast regardless of all those who stood against it, who would try to shape it for their own aims and desires.
His truth was laid bare for all to witness, he would fight to see his home freed from those who held it in shackles and anyone or anything that stood in his way be the Federation, the Sides or even his own mortality would fall against him.
Ple-23. That was what she had once been known as the 23rd incarnation of the cloning template she and her sisters were based off of but that had ended more then a year ago by this point. Now she was called 'Second Lieutenant' or 'Squadron Commander' or as the Commander had dubbed her simply Imke she had never heard the tongue he had spoken when he had delivered what she was now to be referred to as. He had dubbed the language 'German' which due to her education limited as it was had placed it as a region in the European Continent of Earth. He had told her without prompt that it simply meant 'whole' and had said that with the help she had given them they would indeed make Zeon whole once more.
She hadn't understood at the time of course coming out of a medically induced coma she had been told that had lasted the better part of two years had left her disorientated, confused. It was understandable she supposed looking back now at the haze that her memory was upon her revival, it was a painful ordeal coming out of what amounted to a sustaining suspended animation, a place where her final memories before to her awakening were where she thought she was to die. So she fell back on to instinct, into what she had been trained to be, what she had been crafted for...to serve. Imprinting she knew the term was, she could not exist without something to bind her to this reality, all other information was pointless, meaningless, there was only the service. She knew only that she had to serve, to be of use to her Master. However that was merely the beginning the following weeks had her education on the course of events that had followed, to serve in her role, her duty she had be brought up to speed. She had resisted of course, violently at times, these strangers, not Master, worse then that even however they were followers of that witch Haman Karn, whom she was grimly informed was and had been dead since the time her own Master had died. That had brought it all back, the final clash during the close of the Neo Zeon War, the fall of Master, the grim and bitter despair that had engulfed all of them.
Glemy Toto was dead and nothing could change that. Nothing could fix that, she had no right to exist, no reason to live without purpose, to live without meaning was a hell she'd not endure again, even now she could feel the cold claws of doubt that had ate away at her, at all of her siblings.
He had saved her from that...Dieter Kries, the Captain, Commander, She had titles and names that he had given her, that he had gifted her with, all his were earned through skill, battle, life...these were things that she had heard others call him yet to her only one label could and truly should apply to them. Savior, he had saved her from the demons locked within her own character, trapped within her own psyche. She could never repay such a thing, she could only be what she was. A weapon, a tool, a means of destroying and obliterating his enemies.
Thankfully he had plenty of enemies to destroy. Yet beyond even that service she was pleased that the secrets of her creation, the research and information that they had been able to glean by going over the contents of her skull, her body, her soul had resulted in something pleasing. The next generation of Zeon Cyber-Newtypes, she would be Mother to them all.
Anything and everything to serve the Master.
AN: Well here we have the lead up for what I like to count as the 'second act' of the story with the closing of the introduction and all with most of the new players and old being introduced and giving you the audience some idea of what they have been doing and what they are correctly up to. Plus of course I was going to eventually include the Ple I had introduced from my short one shot 'Master' I mean why even go to the trouble of creating characters if you are just going to use them one time potentially? I enjoyed her concept so much I had to make her a full blown member of the cast of this sequel.
Note however I said 'lead up' not start of, we still have a bit to get through before we enter into the second act of this fic, as I said before this is planned to be a bit longer then the Soldier of Zeon given I have better narrative structure to work with in the early 0090s of UC given that we have very little taking place in this time period. It isn't like January of 0079 where you have: The Ten Second Attack, British, Loum and the signing of the treaty where you have to account for those events if you want to portray a coherent narrative that pays attention to the background its set within.
Anyway I do hope you enjoyed the story and I will see you all next update.
Till next time
-Reborn Akatsuki