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Blitzkrieg!

CBS-74 Ptolemaios

"Bogey. Bogey. Bogey. Bogey." Milenia's fist slammed onto the alarm reset after it finally got her attention moments after a dozen unknowns were detected. An attack siren followed, and soon enough four mobile suit pilots in distinct flight suits got into their machines within the minute. Harute II and Ahriman were heading out first to investigate and destroy enemies if necessary, while the 00 QanT and Zabanya, now with eight of its fourteen bit sets restored, hung back to guard the ship.

The pair of transformable mobile suits made a sharp right once they were clear of their mothership and formed up with each other. "Pull up by 20 degrees." Allelujah ordered after checking his sensors. Marie complied while remaining silent. She had to monitor her sensors for additional threats, seeing that this was their enemies' preferred tactic.

Less than ten minutes had passed since Ptolemy initially detected the intruders. The pair of super soldiers have reached the interception point relayed by their mothership, but the only thing with them were a pack of lifeless asteroids. "Harute to Ptolemy. There's nothing but asteroids out here. Please advise."

"Say again Harute." Lasse replied nervously. Both pilots got suspicious.

"Nothing but asteroids, captain." Allelujah repeated.

"Transform and arm your weapons." The captain did his best not to shout at the microphone. "There aren't supposed to be any asteroids in this sector!"

The next thing they knew, one of the asteroids next to the pair erupted into a ball of dust, followed by Marie's frantic screaming after being jumped and vanishing in the cloud of dust. Allelujah raised his scissor rifles and pointed them towards where Marie was at, but all he saw was two pairs of painted mechanical claws retracting into the smokescreen, and all he heard was a frightening screech of metal and bursts of screams, and finally his worst nightmare: he could no longer reach the Ahriman.

"Is the Ahriman still on your scope?" Allelujah exclaimed. What followed was a inaudible response and what seemed to be sounds of intense fighting and metal clashing.

"Ptolemy. Do you copy?" There were still no results.

Out of desperation Allelujah went back to flight mode and submerged into the clouds, while swinging left and right in hope of picking up any trace of his partner. He could not go fast as he usually did, fearing that he might miss some telltale signs of any mobile suit presence. There was little out here, save the smoke and asteroids of different sizes.

Ultimately, Allelujah decided to place his gambit on Harute's FLIR sensor, or forward looking infrared. The forward screens of his suit turned into blues and greens almost instantly, and as they did he resumed his movement and navigated within the asteroid field, still in search of Marie.

A minute has passed and still no red has appeared on his screen. Allelujah was about to transform again when an unnatural shape at the corner of his eyesight caught his attention. He quickly scanned it, and to his horror he recognized the machine's shape as his partner's captor, with all four of its claws retracted and a mobile suit he presumed as a Gundam unit entering its belly. But before he could take action, he was jumped by an explosion from behind. It shook his machine but he kept his nerve.

He quickly rotated the Harute and aimed his scissor rifle at his foe, but was instead hit on the right forearm. He raised his other arm to fire back and managed to put dents on his opponent, while moving back to gain distance and cut his chances of being executed up close. He was about to release his scissor bits when a series of proximity fused explosives blew up in all directions, followed by a second attack that practically paralyzed his mobile suit.

At last he bought himself precious time to move out of the clouds by directing the scissor bits to slash his opponent at every weak spot he could find, through guessing or actually see them through his screen. He was in a world of trouble, with his faithful partner gone MIA and the fate of his mothership unknown.

"Ptolemaios, this is Harute II. Does anyone copy?" He asked anxiously as he drifted back in the direction he was launched from.

He had to wait for seconds in silence before he finally got a response. "Allelujah is that you? Glad you're still alive. We've taken heavy losses and we have to pull out now! Return to the ship immediately!" Captain Lasse answered.

"Is the Harute damaged?"

"Possible. I got hit a few times." Allelujah replied worriedly.

"Copy that. We'll prep for an emergency docking." Lasse paused for another few seconds. "You better make it back with the suit. We suffered from an ambush while you're gone. 00 QanT's drive is hit and Zabanya got hijacked. The ship has some serious holes on it too."

Allelujah couldn't believe his ears. The very strategy of shock and awe they used in most armed interventions were not used against them in some of the most effective way possible. To make matters worse, this time they could not strike back by any means until proper support reaches them, if there was one.

He'll have to digest all of that later, for Lasse has a point. If his machine really is the only surviving one, he must keep it steady and intact until he lands on that net the hangar crew stretches out whenever a rough docking was about to happen.


It was a long missed peace on Earth. No more conflict inside or outside Earth or its orbit. No more shadow boxing of one faction against another, no more old hate regarding race or identity, no more reason to pick up weapons and hurt others.

The same goes for the Lunar space station Celestial Being, but it was far more hectic than usual. In the shipyard warships strictly used for self-defense and protection were being replace due to recent battles against the ELS. And in the war room, a heated debate was taking place. Whether Celestial Being would be accepted as a legitimate group was in question. Little did those people debating knew that their decision could affect countless lives.