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Commadore Halberton floated on the bridge of the Agamemnon class ship Menelaos, Looking out the forward viewports at the approaching debri belt. He wasn't liking this situation at all.
The former admiral had been ordered to locate the Archangel and bring in her crew for intirigation and courtmarshal by the high command. They were looking for people to lay the blame on so that they could avoid the political firestorm that was building around and aguinst them.
"Sir" Halberton turned to see the captain of Menelaos, Captain Hoffman "The escort from the Dragoons has arrived sir" out the starboard ports Commadore Halberton could see the two large, wedge shaped escort crusiers. Each was almost as long as his own ship but narrower in the beam with an X shaped drive section. Both ships were painted a flat, non-reflective black.
"Right, let get this over with captian" the commadore said as he return to his original place on the bridge.
"Yes sir!"
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A few hundred kilometers away from the Menelaos drifted seven other Agamemnon class ships, almost invisible in their black paint schemes.
On the bridge of the lead ship a twenty something year old man stood agusting is new uniform. It was a black varistion on the standard white uniform worn by the Alliance forces and the rank pins on the callor indicated that he was a rear admiral. The man had bright black hair which he keep cut to military standard with green eyes.
"Rear Admiral Roanoke, the new uniform looks good on you" Roanoke turned to reguard a blond hair man in a blue suit with blue eyes.
"Why thank you Mr. Azrael, who do I thank for your presents here today?" Muruta laught lighly before stopping short of the other man and handing him a folder, which Roanoke immeadiately opened and started to purouse.
"The high command wants you to keep an eye on Halberton while he meets with the crew of the Archangel, to make sure that nothing 'happens' to him" Roanoke looked at Azrael for a moment before he closed the file. He had a feeling that he was going to be given a different set of orders.
"And what would you like me to do director?".
"Halberton has become an impediment to the clensing of the world. While he is quite willing to fight the war and win, he won't do what is nessarsary to prevent more war by exterminating the coordinators. I want you to 'remove' this Impediment from our path, permenetly." Azrael said with a smile on his face.
"And the Archangel sir?" Arzael skald at the mention of the ship.
"That ship is a embaresment to the pure race! They consort with degenerates, peace-lovers and freaks. Show them no mercy!" Roanoke smiled as he saluted Arzael.
"With pleasure sir"
"This is the Eighty-first Autonomous Mobile Group's first mission, I expect good news, Admiral Roanoke" said a smiling Azrael as he floated off the bridge to his waiting shuttle.
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The crew of the Archangel watched nervessily as the shuttle carrying commadore Halberton crossed from the Menelaos to the Archangel. Would he bring good news or bad and why did the Delight give them such a dire warning if it was Halberton coming?
Lt. Ramius had most of the crew assemble in the hanger so that the commadore could make his announcement were most of the crew could see him and ask question if nessesary.
"Crew! 'tension!" Mu called as the commadore stepped out of his shuttle and servayed the mottly group. There were only sixty individuals present from what should have been a crew of close to three hundred and the thought of all those killed without a chance to fight back pissed Halberton off faster then anything else could. He floated off the shuttle and stopped infront of the only officers on the ship, Lt. Murrue Ramius, Ensign Natarle Badgirual, and Lt. Mu La Flaga, and returned their salutes before he spoke up.
"Crew at ease. Lt's, Ensign if you could give me an overview of what happened at Heliopolis, Please leave nothing out" for the next twenty minutes the officers explained what they could of the incident then stood back while the commadore mold over what he had learned.
"I would like to personally congradulate you all on your survival but I have some bad news. Do to the political backlash Heliopolis has cause the high command has seen fit to declare the Archangel a rouge ship. Anyone still on This ship when I leave will be shot on sight, and her officers will be shot reguardless" paused to let the extent of this development sink in and waited for the cries of outrage to come. but when they did it wasn't from the angle he was expecting it.
"WHAT!" everyone in the hanger jumped when the thunderous shout riped through the space, before they saw Nami floating down towards them with a look of pure rage plastured on her face. Behind her were a half dazon odd Dragoon's in simular states, though none were as obviouse about their feeling as Nami was.
"Ah Nami, its good to see you up and around!" Halberton called cheerfully as the red head touched down in front of him and snapped off a salute.
"Sir, is it true?"
"Yes unforunately, the high command is going to sacrifice this ship in an attempted to save their on skins," the commadore gave Nami a hard look before continuing, "I'm actually quite pleased to see you here Nami, with you aboard they just might have a chance."
"Sir!"
"Nami I have one last mission for you, keep this ship and her crew out of EA hands at all cost" Nami looked at the commadore for a moment, before she came to attention and snapped a salute to the commadore.
"Sir orders recieved and understood, I will do anything in my power to proserve this ship and her crew" Halberton nodded before he turned back to the Archangel's crew.
"Anyone who wishes to return to the Alliance go get your effects and be back in ten minutes, the rest of you are dismissed" the crew scattered to do whatever they planned to do. Commadore Halberton spent the next nine minutes making small talk with Murrue and the other officers while he waited for anyone who wanted to leave the ship. But when the time came noone show'd. Halberton just smiled as he turned back to his shuttle but stopped just outside the hatch.
"Oh before I forget. Theres a new unit running around called the Eighty-First Autonomous Mobile Group, or Phantom Pain, as the rest of the military is calling them. Those who know about them that is, 'cause the Eighty-First is a black ops unit under the direct control of Muruta Azrael. I wouldn't be suprised if you had a run'in with them in the NEAR! future. Oh and they've been given the X-01 Proto Dagger." and with that Commadore Halberton boarded his shuttle and returned to the Menelaos.
Nami watched the shuttle leave before she went to a phone on the side of the Hanger and dialed a number.
"Mir, Nami. I need you to stay on alert for a little while longer ok...Great I'll get you out as soon as I'm done." Nami cancelled her last call before dialing another number and waited for the person to pickup, which they did farely fast. "Kira, Nami. The project... Excellent bring it down to the hanger ASAP! were going to need everything we can get now... Ok see you in ten." Nami hung up the phone and turned around to find all the other officers standing behind her, "What?"
"What did you just do?" Murrue asked while giving her a questioning look.
"Nothing much, I just activated a contingence plan that me and Kira have been working on for awhile now" Nami tried to look as innicent as possible, Not that any fell for it, but hey, its the thought that counts.
"Welllll?" Mu pushed. Nami held out for affew moments before she brokedown into a fit of evil giggling. The three officers just watched her while they felt eyebrows lifting and veins pulsing, when suddenly Nami became serious aguin.
"Sooo mr. La Flaga?" Mu straight alittle when Nami spoke, "how would you like to become the proud owner of a 'slightly used' X-105 Strike mobile suit". The sight of Kira exiting the lift with a portable laptop made Mu La Flaga bounce like a kid at Christmas who'd been given a million bucks to spend as they saw fit.
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On the bridge of the lead ship of Phantom Pain, A.F.C.S Banshee, Rear Admiral Roanoke watched the sensor blip that represented the Menelaos as it left the Debri Belt. Now was the best moment to complete his mission and he was going to make to most of it.
"All hands, set for battlestation, the Spector and the Grimlock are to engage and sink the Agamemnon class carrier Menelaos. The Banshee, Ghost, Phantom and Stein will enter the Debri Belt and sink the Archangel. The Shimigami will hold back to support both groups" Roanoke floated back to his chair as the fleet broke apart and headed for their assigned targets. he had no dought that the Menelaos was going down. Each of the ships in Phantom Pain had recieved an armarment upgrade. They now carried two Gottfied class beam cannon turrets and a single Lohangrin assault cannon, along with improved Anti-beam depthcharge and Helldart launchers. Plus they carried a load of X-01 Proto Dagger instead of the older Mobieus mobile armours. Halberton didn't stand a chance.
The Archangel on the other hand was packed with more cutting edge technology then many fleets! and firepower to match it. Roanoke was unsure if he could sink the rouge in this first attack but he would need too if thing when to plan.
"Sir we're approaching the Debri Belt now" the Helmsman said.
"Good. Open hanger doors and prepare to launch all mobile suits".
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Miriallia slumped onto the couch in the pilots ready room with a contented sigh as she sipped at a container of coffee. She was happy that Nami had keep her word an took her place as soon as Kira was done reprograming the Strike. Four hours being stuck strapped into an excelleration chair really sucked.
She was also starting to understand why most of the military personel on the ship got really cranky when they couldn't get coffee. It was addicting, especially when you only got four hours of sleep on average.
Down in the hanger Kira and Mu were getting their new rides straigthened out. Murrue was bissy getting the Archangel's IFF coded switched over to read as a dragoon ship.
And outside forty X-01 Proto Daggers were slipping ever closer.
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On the bridge of the Archangel Natarle was sitting relax in the captian's chair when around her alarms began to blare. She started to grab the bridge phone when Murrue entered the bridge at high speed.
"WHAT GOING ON!" Murrue shouted.
"I don't know, it only just when off" Natarle turned to glare into the C.I.C pit "Report!"
"Ma'am we just got a broken heat contact consistant with an Agamemnon class ship engine sixty klicks out" Sai said as he tried to reaquire the contact. Murrue an Natarle shared a look before Murrue start to get really nerves.
"Bridge Nami, is something up?" Murrue though for a moment before picking up the phone.
"Nami? How fast can everyone be launched?"
"One momento please," Murrue sat nervesly as Nami chatted with the rest of the pilots and the Mechanics. "Sorry for the delay but Me and Miriallia can be launched now, Mu and Kira need a few more minutes to sort their machines out. why"
"I need you and Mir to go check something out for me." Murrue let out a sigh of relef as Nami and Mir prepared to launch. Maybe it was just a mistake.
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Down in the starboard catapult, Mir felt a serious case of the jitters come over her. She hadn't been this nerves sence the fall of Heliopolis and the search for Kira and Nami. Her Hound had been equiped with a heavy beam rifle, a missile ten on the left shoulder, a pair of triple gunlaunchers on the legs and a Space mobile pack.
"Chill out Mir, I can feel your shaking from here" Mir could hear the amusement in Nami's voice as the port catapult spun up. Mir could feel her eyebrows starting to twitch as she listened to Nami laugh.
"I'm not nerves, just excited Sleepy Head!" Nami just keep laughing.
"Now children play nice" Mir could swore that she could here Natarle and Murrue laughing on the bridge.
"Hey! you lot of bridge bunnies stay out of this!" Natarle and Murrue just laughed harder at that.
"Pilots your course is clear" Natarle said finally. 'three seconds later'
"Finally! Angel two gone!" Nami shouted as the catapult throw her Hound into the blackness of space. Mir sat still for a few seconds before,
"Your course is clear Mir" Natarle held Mir a few seconds longer than she normally would have sence this was Mir's first combat power launch.
"Roger, Angel Four Miriallia Haww Launching!" Mir yell in shock at the power of a combat level shot before taking control of her green and scarlet machine and chasing after Nami's white and teal suit that was leading the way on this, Mir's first mission.
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