Gundam Archer

10000 km from Pandora

Inside Ptolemy's hangar, a crew member waved his right arm with a long glow stick in his palm, while his other arm directed the cargo towards the crowd of idle mobile suits. He remained silent as opposed to yelling instructions to the Haros operating the linear crane, as even within the silent space, the hangar was quite the noise generator. At this moment the Ahriman was under maintenance, and with the new mobile suit rolling in, it made the Haros much busier than before.

Once the red mobile suit was parked and the brakes were on, he turned his attention to the weapons that followed. Inside the containers were a pair of shortened beam rifles That resembled a pair of crossbows. It also included a pair of beam tonfas, which have never been used by the group before. Both weapons were promptly attached to the new mobile suit's hardpoints once they came to a halt.

"What a hectic day." Ian commented as a cluster of Haros detached from their Karels and came at him.

Meanwhile, in a small gym next to the mess hall was a person who was working her butts off hours before anyone would even consider waking up, almost literally. Beside that person a piece of towel was getting drenched in sweat overtime, so much it could be used as a stink bomb if she carried on working out and wiping off her sweat with it.

It was highly unusual for her to get down to intense physical activity, especially at a time as early as this. She was known for being a tech expert rather than a hardcore bodybuilder or a Tough Mudder participant. What makes things more ironic was that not far away from where she was, a young man was fast asleep in the mess hall next door, letting out a distinct pattern of snores and muffled words that made no sense.

And HE was supposed to be the one training in daybreak hours, according to his role in the organization.

After finally nailing some 200 squats, she was finally tired of hearing the noise of snoring and almost dragged the person off the bench, with only her lack of energy stopping her from injuring him. Instead she collapsed next to the person and caught her breath before focusing all her energy on her fist and slammed it on the young man's hip.

His expression didn't change. Not a bit.

Feldt desperately repeated it five times over before collapsing on the bench again. She couldn't help but pant in hopelessness as the young man she looked up to was snoring even louder than he was ten seconds ago. Out of the blue a evil idea emerged from her imagination. The next thing she knew, her comm device was laid out on the table and recording his snoring, while she was snickering right next to it.

His snoring is so funny.

But eventually her laughing gave her away. The young man opened his eyes, only to find Feldt changing from holding her laughs to emitting an angry glare, and it was scary enough to make his heart skip a beat. "What...what's wrong?" He managed to ask.

"What's wrong? What are you doing here?" She asked.

"What are you doing here?" Setsuna looked at the digital clock on the wall next to the holographic TV. Like a typical student that dozed off in boring classes, he was clueless about what was happening(although statistics stated that an unbalanced shock or panic would change the situation).

"Working out, obviously! How come you're not sleeping in your room?" Feldt snapped.

"Someone was also 'working out' last night…" Setsuna even exaggerated the apostrophe. Hearing that answer almost made Feldt slam her face on the table between laughter and tears. "Right, Allelujah?!" He bolted upright and shouted at another young man in black as he entered the verbal battleground.

"Sorry, what?" The confused Allelujah asked, not knowing his part of ruining all his neighbours' sleep.

"Do not try to play dumb with me, Allelujah Haptism." Even though he wasn't planning on hurting anyone, his face still looked like he just met Ail-al Saachez all over again. "The hell were you doing last night?"

As he expected, Allelujah delivered the most simple lie to him, completely oblivious that he's in huge trouble. "I was sleeping, sleeping and sleeping. Why?"

"Either you say it, or I'll yell it out so loud even Earth can hear me."All of a sudden Setsuna deepened his voice as if a global scale crisis was unfolding. Meanwhile Feldt had already put two and two together and unknown to them, the other two Meisters were on their way upon hearing the commotion. At this point, Allelujah couldn't help by pull off a facepalm, given how hopeless his situation was.

"Alright. I'll make sure a soundproof the walls before I do anything again. You guys satisfied now?" He reluctantly promised.

There was an eerie silence as the chatting stopped, and it was a staring game between Allelujah and Setsuna. Feldt was constantly shifting her eyeballs on the two, waiting for one to lose his patience. No one made a move, even when Marie and Lyle entered from the mess hall's entrance.

They were as confused as Allelujah was in the standoff. Only until Ian came down from his shift as well did everyone let their guard down by a few notches. "The food isn't going to move itself, guys!" He yawned as he grabbed a covered tray off the table connected to the kitchen. Everyone's eyes rotated towards each others', before finally moving to help themselves.

Eventually the daily lives of the crew of Ptolemaios resumed almost like the second half of a football game. There wasn't a sign of the previous banter anywhere in the room. If you walked in right now, you'd think it was just another typical day of standing by and perhaps hearing space debris warnings.

But Murphy's law applies everywhere, including deep space and the crew's hours to come. Little does the crew know, their newest and supposingly the finest mobile suit after 00 QanT will be soon thoroughly tested.