Gundam 00: Phoenix
Settling Scores
Pacific Ocean, February 22, Unknown Island near South America
Before he even knew it, he was already on the ground, utterly dazed by the fact two full clips didn't faze this guy from charging them and putting them into the situation they were in now.
Flint's daze did not last long, however, knowing Judgment was out for blood, as he immediately got up and saw what he did not want to see. His eyes automatically widened upon the sight and his teeth grinded against one another.
Judgment had just slammed his right knee into Nena's back and lifted her head up, readying his blade for the final cut. If Flint did not hurry up and move, he would be going home a teammate short and a teammate injured. Even with this guy dead, Daveral would be taking it quite hard from the real loss of a teammate and Flint hated the fact the promise he made Daveral would be broken, and Flint hated breaking promises—usually.
Immediately Flint ran at full speed, and with a single, bounding leap, tackled Judgment whose arm was nearly lowered into position to slit Nena's throat with a single stroke. The resulting tackle sent both of them on the ground, both of them scurrying to get back up to engage their opponent.
Upon standing back up, Flint's eyes shifted towards the knife Judgment had dropped on the ground beside them and reached to pick it up before Judgment could get his hands back on it, but not before delivering a punishing kick to the stomach to delay Judgment.
To his immediate surprise when he then extended his hands forward towards the blade, however, Judgment had already laid his hands on the blade in mere moments before he could get a hold of it and then brought the knife down on him before Flint could even react—how did he manage to do all of this?
Raising his arms up, he grabbed Judgment's arm moments before the blade pierced into his body. His arms struggled to keep Judgment from bringing the knife down any closer who was using both hands.
Judgment then bullrushed him, forcing him back against the wall and causing Flint to lose his grip momentarily with a gasp upon hitting the wall before he managed to get one hand in the way to stop Judgment from bringing the rest of his arm down, and the knife.
Flint bared his teeth as his struggling could be heard beneath his breath. Just where the hell was Nena? Was she reloading a pistol, because if she was, it was taking way too long for the average person. He needed Judgment dead now, or there would be no more Flint.
Glancing around all he saw was Judgment obscuring his view as he felt his arm weakening beneath Judgment's might. The eyes of his soon to be murderer were filled with a fiery determination to complete his task, giving him the demonic look thanks to his eyes. Whatever Judgment took to dull the pain it was working far too well if it could keep him with this kind of unflinching determination.
As the knife drew ever nearer, a loud gunshot then resonated throughout the hall followed by another before Flint then felt his attacker finally weaken and then go limp as his body began to slump forward against him.
"Hey I don't roll like that," Flint said as he quickly pushed the corpse in his hands over onto the cold floor. "Go find your own comfort in hell."
Soon afterwards, after Flint had pushed the body down onto the ground he saw Nena lower the pistol and fall onto her knees giving a sigh of relief.
"He's finally dead and it's about time he finally died," Nena said, relieved as she then got back up after Flint held out his arm and lifted her back up onto her feet. "At least I won't have any nightmares about him."
Suddenly the body moved surprising both of them causing Nena to raise the pistol at Judgment.
"Oh what the hell?" Flint stated in shock—how much punishment could he take, there were more then enough bullets to kill an elephant.
A cough came from Judgment as blood splatted onto the floor. "You may have won this time, but this isn't the end, you'll be coming to hell with me eventually, mark my words." He coughed again causing more blood to splash onto the floor. "It's not over for you Nena...it's not over...it's not over." Judgment then went still at long last as his last words faded away.
Flint looked at the body of their enemy. Dozens of bullet holes riddled the corpse and blood kept flowing out forming a large pool beneath. If Judgment had succeeded in killing both of them he would have not gotten far afterwards. This kind of damage to the body could only lead to death in the end no matter how skilled they were in medical care.
Turning away from the body, he noticed Nena had disappeared into the room Judgment was in. He quickly went in there to discover many destroyed consoles, riddled with bullet holes. There were only a few consoles left, but upon closer inspection, those weren't connected to any database and instead, they were keeping track of the bases operations, from control of the turrets to detection systems of any bogeys that may pass by.
"Damn it, he scrapped everything of use," Flint remarked before turning over to rifle Judgment used and saw an empty clips on the ground and the one that was loaded in the rifle—casing were everywhere. "He really meant for us to get nothing out of this after he died, no wonder he just charged at us and didn't even try to run beforehand or just blow the place up."
"Hey," Nena then called out, who was sitting on one of the chairs, examining something on an extremely damaged consoles which caused Flint to move over to where she was. "I've managed to salvage something from this console, it's not much but at least it's something, right? " she said, her right hand forming the V-sign as she then brought it up on the heavily cracked screen for Flint to see.
What appeared on the distorted screen were the coordinates of something in space that was out of the Earth's gravitational pull, but close enough to be reached within a reasonable amount of time, about a single day, everything else, however was distorted or deleted and this was all that remained. There wasn't any reference to what lay at the coordinates and not a hint if it was still there or not.
Nena then popped something out from one of the consoles hard drive after several moments of hearing machinery working on its last leg and then stored it away in one of her flight suits pockets.
"So glad this works," Nena stated as she then got up before hearing a rapid beeping alert from somewhere in the room.
Searching for where the noise was coming from, Flint spun around and headed over to the console behind him. On the screen, several bogeys were spotted flying towards the island, the GN Stealth Field had cleared up enough for the bases powerful sensors to work again.
Upon seeing this Flint slammed both hands against the metallic table before standing back up straight. "Oh c'mon, now the UN is out to get us? They must be wondering why the hell is there a stealth field here," Flint said in disbelief as he signalled Nena it was time to go.
"Hold on," Nena said as she messed with the console she was previously at before moving to another one a messing around with it.
Flint saw the information disappear on the first after a quick bar appeared and disappeared. She appeared to have deleted what was left on the console so the UN couldn't salvage the information from it.
Flint's patients were running out when she stayed for a considerable amount of time. His foot rapidly tapped on the floor while he waited for Nena to finish what she was doing.
"C'mon we don't have time to waste!" he then shouted to her flabbergasted. How could she be taking so long when they needed to move now?
Nena did not acknowledge him as she kept hammering away at the keyboard before she finished whatever she was doing with a, "Done."
"What were you doing?" Flint scolded, he had come close to dragging her out.
"Just making sure the turrets on the island don't shoot us down when we leave, is that alright?" she said to him as she then quickly slipped out the door. "So, we taking the same way out?" Nena asked as Flint nodded his head in response as they raced down the hallway to pick up Daveral. "I don't feel like choking on smoke again."
"Only choice, probably the fastest route we can take, if the most dangerous," he replied back, referring to the blown out hole in the base they used to get in. "So suck it up, you ain't got time to whine like a bitch."
"You're so dead," Nena said, offended, her eyes narrowing at him for a moment before her head turned away from him.
Flint just ignored her, although he reminded himself he needed to select a better choice of words next time or he would be dead. The then catwalk came into sight. It was time to pick up Daveral and get the hell out of here
Pacific Ocean, February 22, Rising Phoenix Carrier
Inside the main hanger, the loud noise of machinery and people at work could be heard throughout the hanger, even on other decks of the ship as crews continued working on repairing what damaged was caused by the two Gundams, the electrical surge released caused the most damage by frying numerous systems and injuring and killing crew members leaving them short on staff in some areas, mainly specialist for the bridge.
Wesker himself, had taken it upon himself to monitor the activity in the hanger, ssing the observation deck in the hanger as a makeshift command room where he could keep an eye on everything, however there were not that many people inside to assist him thanks to the bridge being off limits until repairs were finished being conducted and most of his staff were fried or in med bay which made this even harder.
"Sir," someone came up to him and began, "all aircraft and mobile suits have finished with their repaired and are rearmed, orders?" Wesker was handed a datapad containing all the information—he skimmed over it in a flash and handed it back.
Wesker turned and looked at the person who had informed him. "Have the mobile suits and fighters launch and begin a sweep over the Pacific. I want to know where our Gundams are. If there's a hint of a communications blackout anywhere I want it to be checked out. It could possibly be them,"
The person who he was speaking to then saluted him. "Yes sir," was the reply before Wesker was left by himself once again to continue with the work that needed to be finished.
As he turned back to stare out of the observation deck he saw someone in the corner of his eye and turned to see it was Helana. How she managed to get all the way here without pushing her body too hard and without being connected to any medical machinery was a mystery to him.
"So...Nena and the others still haven't come back?" Helana said to him in a raspy, weak voice as Wesker nodded his head.
"You should sit down at least Helana, you're in no condition to do anything strenuous. Last thing I need is a medical team up here when they're all tied up with the wounded from that last attack," Wesker said in an aloof voice. He was concerned, but his usual cool attitude kept that in check, something he had gained by being a leader and a soldier.
Helana limped over to one of the seats and slowly sat down. Her body could be seen trembling in pain from the strain of every movement her muscles made.
"May I ask, why you're all the way over here?" Wesker questioned, his gaze unflinching.
"I wanted to see what was going on," she replied slowly as her body's trembling subsided. "And I wanted to ask you about something."
"And that would be?" Wesker responded curiously.
"Do you think anyone can be redeemed no matter how terrible their actions are?" Helana asked him.
Wesker pondered over the question for a moment, wondering if she was talking about Nena, before replying, "Personally I would say yes, if the person in question does truly redeem them self, but the more terrible the crime the more it will take." Wesker then turned to face Helana as she had brought up quite an interesting subject. "I wonder, are you talking about Nena Trinity? She's the only one that I know for this matter to relate to the most."
Helana closed her eyes and nodded her head. "Ya, I was referring to her. Do you think she can change for the better? Even after all those things she's done?"
"Well," Wesker began as he then took a seat beside Helana, "I think she can. Sure the first few days when she was onboard she was little more than a selfish girl who only thought about herself, but she has potential. She at least realizes what she's done, even if there is a drawback to that. She can make things right, it will just take awhile and alot of effort on her part."
Helana nodded her head in acknowledgment to what he just said. "I've noticed, when she came back onboard her little break I saw her quite differently. She looked like she had nothing to live for, not even herself." Helana said as she then had slight cringe of pain before continuing. "I told Nena that she has to live, so she can face the consequences and make things right, but I never thought if a person can truly redeemed in the end and kept wondering if what Nena did was just too much for even redemption."
"She may have done terrible things, but there has been worse things people have done to dirty their hands. I may not know all of them, but if Daveral were here you could easily find out just how low us humans can steep to," he replied before he moved on. "Now here's my question to you," Wesker then began catching her full attention, wondering what he could possibly be asking for. "Can you change your views on Celestial Being, or at least stand to work with them. They may have killed Sten, but you can't let it drag you down." Wesker said to Helana who looked at him strangely as if he was asking for something that was nearly impossible for her to do.
"Wait a minute," she said with a stutter. "We're working with Celestial Being now?" She sounded so surprise, that made Wesker regret saying those words, but he needed his answers—everything needed to be settled.
"Not yet, but in the future we may have to depending on how things go. I'm not asking you to forgive them or anything, but I'm just asking can you work alongside them?""
Helana arms trembled on the seat's armrest, and her head lowered to the point that he could no longer see her eyes, covered by her bangs. She was thinking what to say and was about to open her mouth, but instead looked up at him and then let her body settle down before giving an answer.
"I- I know I have to get over it, but I don't think I can work with them. After what they've done I just don't...I don't think I can, but if you say I don't have to forgive them I may be able to then maybe just—" Helana voice then suddenly faded away before she could give the rest of her explanation as she lost consciousness from the strain her body was giving her.
Wesker quickly stopped her from falling over in her seat and he looked to see that she had indeed fallen unconscious from the strain on her body, but she was still breathing which meant she was alright.
He needed to take Helana back to the ship's medical bay. Undoubtedly there would be rumours, and whispers among the crew would probably spread upon doing this, he knew he couldn't just leave Helana here, with the entire medical staff busy tending to the wounded. Work could be left for later, his task at the moment wasn't exceptionally important or noticeable and he could see how Kail was doing.
Carefully he pickedup Helana so that she was in both his arm. He then carefully began walking down towards the med bay. Helana wasn't particularly heavy so the job of carrying her back down wouldn't be too stressful in anyway, maybe except for the stairs, but that was about it.
"So that's where she was, we got worried when she disappeared," he heard a voice and turned his head to see it was one of the medical staff, a relatively young female, her age somewhere in the early twenties. "Do you need help carrying her back down, sir?"
Wesker shook his head. "No that won't be necessary, I'll make sure Helana makes it back down, you just guide me to where her room is," he said in a soft voice as he glanced at Helana who seemed so peaceful in his arms.
"Alright, then just follow me, oh and watch your step on the way down," the medical officer said, in a slightly cheerful voice.
It felt strange that he would be carrying one of his own people, especially someone who was much younger then he was, and still technically considered a child, but he guessed it didn't matter in the end. All the mattered was that he could at least help his own people with simple task then lay the burden on others which he felt he did all too often, even if it was his role as captain of the Phoenix.
Pacific Ocean, February 22
A small squadron of GN-X consisting of five machines soared through the skies, leaving a trail of red GN Particles on their way to the target island.
Most of the team had left their machines on autopilot till they were within a reasonable distance to the island, but Soma, she kept an ever vigilant watch on the skies and down below. They could not risk losing a machine to a surprise attack, there were just too few GN-Xs left and replacement wouldn't be in anytime soon. Demand for the new machines were extremely high within the ranks, and Sergei's current regiment, even with its specific tasks, couldn't requisition additional machines until other important regiments got their hands on their own.
The light was fading and changing the sky into what would be a clear night for not a cloud in the skies overhead, however, they were tasked with exploring the base once their primary objective was completed, or failed, either one. The only question was werethere any actual Gundams on the island or was it a trap of some sort to thin their numbers? If it was an ambush then at least the massive blanket of GN particles had gone away allowing their communication and sensor equipment to work, so they could call for backup when needed.
"First team do you copy?" she heard through the communications channel from the second team.
"We copy, go ahead second team," Soma replied for her squadron. She was chosen as team leader for this mission, not only because of experience, but also because she was a super soldier and it was also Sergei's idea that she get some more experience leading a team into battle, especially since he was out until his injuries fully healed.
"We're just about in position, just waiting for confirmation on the enemy, over," the second team told them.
"Roger that, we're approaching the island now, standby for confirmation," she said in a her usual professional tone as she gave the signal for the team to be ready for combat.
The island was right ahead, now it was time to see if there was anyone actually there.
Pacific Ocean, February 22, Unknown Island near South America
Nena and Flint carefully hauled Daveral over their shoulders towards their mobile suits' landing zone. If Daveral didn't snap back into consciousness in time so he could activate his machine's autopilot, then they may just have to destroy the Lancaster to prevent it from falling into UN hands if the Lancaster proved to hard to lift up.
"We're almost there," Flint grunted as they kept moving towards their Gundams. He suddenly then lost his footing and nearly stumbled, but recoved just in time to prevent himself from bringing the other two with him. "Jesus, it's hard carrying him and avoiding hazards in the jungle." he added, having nearly tripped over something for fourth time during their journey back.
Nena felt the same way as Flint did, moving through the foliage while carrying someone made it extremely difficult to move at a reasonable speed without risk of hazards.
Upon entering the very small clearing that their Gundams had created, the optical camouflage dropped revealing the Gundams in full view of everything that had sight.
"So what are we going to do about Daveral?" Nena asked Flint as the cockpits opened for all the Drei and Zesus.
Flint quickly made the Lancaster's cockpit open using Daveral's control for the Gundam before he responded. "We'll drag the him and his Gundam out of here. That way Daveral won't be complaining how he no longer has a machine, Wesker isn't going to kill us and the autopilot doesn't kill him, although that means we're more likely to die—choices are great aren't they?"
Flint then took Daveral up by himself and with a considerable amount of effort and precision managed to get Daveral in his machine before sealing the cockpit door when the line had retracted back into the cockpit.
Nena, during that time, had already activated the Drei and then got her helmet on before she had the Drei move over to the Lancaster to get a hold of it. When she was sure that everything was in place she took off with the Lancaster.
Upon launching the Drei struggled with the Lancaster, trying to hoist an extremely heavily armoured machine was extremely difficult, especially when only the Drei was doing the work. Her machine just wasn't cut out to carry extremely heavy loads that involved another Gundam.
"Flint, I'm not going to be going anywhere fast," she stated to him as the Zesus took off into the air. "Daveral's machine really makes this difficult, it's just so damn heavy."
"Don't worry, I'll come over and help," he said as his machine came towards her and loaned its support to the Drei with its remaining arm.
The extra help from the Zesus made her machine now move at a reasonable speed, faster than regular mobile suits, but still slower than a GN Particle driven suit at their maximum speed which meant trouble.
"Daveral better wake up soon to be able to move, if they catch us like this we're are so screwed," Flint commented, in a slightly annoyed tone as they began to head towards the Phoenix's position on the map.
Immediately after they were about to lose sight of the island, seven heat signatures came up on their sensors, directly in the path they were taking to get back home. Zooming in to the max the Drei's visual cameras could go, Nena saw they were Enacts all in perfect formation heading their way.
Nena bit her bottom lip—in this kind of situation even regular mobile suits could easily take them on. Trying to coordinate with the Zesus on their movements and turns would be extremely difficult if not impossible unless properly timed and to add to the matter she was the only one who could actually fight back, unless the Zesus wanted to close into melee range with its single arm and lose.
"We'll just fly straight through their formation, they are not stopping us from reaching the Phoenix," she heard Flint say, and she had to agree with him. These mobile suits were not going to stop them, they came to far now to be beaten.
"First team, this is second team, we've spotted Gundams, it appears two of them are moving one of their own and they're heading our way," Soma heard as her team passed over the island. "We're moving in to intercept, but we'll need your team to finish the job. We've also requested the Julius to head towards the island and assist in the search effort."
"Roger that," Soma replied as the location of three Gundams was transmitted to her team.
She was hoping the Gundams would still be on the island so they could have been the first ones to engage and then have the second team come around to flank them, but the situation still favoured them with their numbers and from the second team's report, the enemy had one less Gundam; this made the whole operation much easier then what had been expected.
"I wonder what they're doing all the way out here unsupported, you'd think their carrier would be nearby," one of her team remarked.
"It could be somewhere out there, who's to say it's not right above our boys?" a response came.
"Just stick to the mission, I doubt their carrier is nearby if they don't have any escorts supporting them," Soma then said to her team as they made several more comments before they went silent, readying for upcoming battle ahead.
The feeling knowing that there were fewer people flying with him made Willard cautious of any upcoming battles. Only Carlos, Jeff and himself remained out of the small squadron of five. Sure the lose of two people didn't seem like much to some, but to him, some of the best pilots he knew had just disappeared in a flash. It would be hard to for a replacement to ever fill the void his deceased teammates left behind.
Replacement were going to take a very long time to train up to the standards his squadron was known for and even longer so they the experience to fly and fight against high performance mobile suits, that's if they survived of course.
The concerns on the future of his squadron, however, was then replaced by the priority of searching for the Gundams. They just had to pick the worst time to be on a mission and then disappear afterwards, just what could have possibly caught their attention?
"So boss, you think we'll be the ones to find them first?" Carlos asked as their fighter soared over the ocean.
Willard gave a shrug. "Hell if I know, all Wesker told us was to check out any communication blackout zones first, but I'm not picking up anything," he replied back, as he glanced down, there was absolutely nothing on sensors.
"Sir," he then heard from Jeff, "I think I've got something on the sensors, seems to be a communications blackout, or what's left of it"
Must mean they're somewhere around or they've passed through this area, Willard thought as he too then saw a small masking area come up on his sensors that got weaker and weaker with each passing moment.
"At least we know where to start," Carlos then stated. "So, you think it's time that we call for backup of our own?"
Willard shook his head. "We'll see what's going on around her first, no sense on risking our own cover until we can confirm they're around here."
"Understood boss."
Willard then activated his comm. system and connected to the secure channel they were suppose to use. If the Gundams were out here they should be able to receive his transmission.
"Damn it!" Flint shouted as a flight of Enacts made an attack run on all three of them with bursts linear fire and missile barrages while they continued straight on ahead passing their enemies, hoping to break through and get far enough away from the combat zone.
The Drei, firing whatever weapons it had off at the incoming attackers did little to drive them off, especially considering they had a massive blind spot right behind them which the mobile suits exploited continuously—just how were they suppose to fight when they weren't even fully aware of their surroundings?
Several shots then slammed against the Zesus rattling Flint's cockpit, unnerving him. Each shot the Zesus took the more likely something important was going to break, all thanks to the light armour with his speed and manoeuvrability advantage unavailable thanks to both Gundams having to hoist the Lancaster to make a reasonable escape.
Warnings then went off in the cockpit. "Their sending another wave of missiles!" Flint alerted with another shout.
"Doesn't matter!" Nena responded the—Drei tossed a jammer into the air causing the missiles to change targets mid-flight.
Another warning then went off in the cockpit— Flint looked down at his sensors to see five machines coming their way, they were GN-Xs.
"Great, even more of them," Flint growled, things could not possibly get any worse.
The two GN-Xs with long-ranged rifle hoisted their weapons up and fired while the three other machines moved straight towards them under the cover their long-ranged counterparts provided .
"Nena, we've got to turn around so you can face them! We can't let them keep shooting our asses— on the count of three," Flint then began counting without even pausing, surprising Nena to get ready.
"Two!"
Flint readied his actions, hand firmly gripped on the controls and ready to make the quick spin around and face the enemy, but the number three took forever for Flint to finally spit out, even though it was sitting on the edge lips. The world just seemed to slowed down— this manoeuvre would either succeed or fail miserably there was no in between.
"Three!" he then screamed— the two Gundams turned around in a counter-clockwise direction, not stalling for even a second and were now facing their enemies who continued to pelted them with the various weapons the squadron contained.
"I—I can't believe that worked," Nena said surprised, she definitely did not expect it to go right for the first and only time they had to pull the manoeuvre.
The single red Gundam then began to open fire with its GN Handgun—if the enemy got into their blind spot again they were toast, they did not have second chances to readjust.
Looking at the enemy, anger built up in Flint. He just couldn't do anything, but keep moving the Lancaster back. His anger, however faded into surprise as a transmission suddenly came which he promptly opened—just who could it be?
"This is Death Wing One, is anyone out here?" he heard from the channel, it was Willard "I repeat this is Death Wing One does anyone copy?" the voice then echoed.
Flint activated his comm. system. "Willard I am glad you are out here!" he said in slight relief even while particle beams and linear rounds whipped past them. "We could really use your help getting back home!"
"Wait—just what did you—ah never mind, we're coming your way now, just hold tight." The transmission then ended leaving the only the sounds of battle being audible.
Daveral cringed in pain, clenching his side with his hand upon his senses returning back to him.
The last thing he knew was passing out from blood loss and now somehow he was inside the Lancaster. All the systems were offline, but he could hear explosions and feel his machine rattle under a torrent of fire—what a great opportunity for him to be passed out.
Activating the Lancaster's systems he wondered what had happened after he had passed out. The fact were leaving the island, which he could tell by the fact his machine was being moved, meant that they managed to kill Judgment unless there was some plan that he was unaware of and maybe he was being hauled away by the UN instead.
The Lancaster's systems fully came online and then the screens began coming up, giving him a clear view on what was happening outside.
On his screens he saw both the Drei and the Zesus on either side of him, while three GN-Xs sped forwards towards.
Oh this ain't good, he thought as he took control of the Lancaster to find that only the beam cannon and missile pods were in position to strike, but they were all he needed. Guess I'm left with the best weapon. He let the beam cannons sights appear from the back of his cockpit and slowly took aim.
The shots he would be firing wouldn't be too good, but if he could get the GN-Xs by surprise, maybe the tide could turn and the UN would be forced to run.
Soma Peries drew her GN-Xs beam saber and charged straight at the retreating Gundams along with the two GN-Xs that accompanied her. All they needed to do was get in close to end this, unless the two wanted to drop their incapacitated comrade into the ocean to escape.
Soma let out a battle cry as she came upon the Zesus, ready to strike. "You won't get away this time, Gundams!" she shrieked—her GN-X plunging its beam saber forward for the kill.
This would be the final moments of the Zesus, it was completely defenceless, it couldn't even draw its sword. Victory would be hers—
Her instincts then suddenly told her to back off as the shoulder mounted beam cannon for the Lancaster raised and the barrel began to flash with a bluish light.
The single shot drove her off away from the Gundams before a set of missiles then came racing towards her and the other GN-Xs from the Lancaster's shoulder pod forcing her to activate the GN Vulcan to shoot down the missiles.
The skies illuminated upon each missile detonation, but still not enough missiles were shot down as her two teammates infront exploded into fireballs radiating off GN Particles, too close to the Lancaster to have even start up their Vulcans.
More particles beams from the Lancaster forced the her back even more to regroup as she found herself all alone infront of the enemy.
"Lieutenant," she then heard someone call out, "three objects just entered the combat zone, they're launching missiles!"
"The green one's also firing missiles!" someone then warned.
Warning signals flashed inside her cockpit signalling she had been marked—she gritted her teeth.
Going into a downwards spin as another particle tried to end her, she fired off the GN Rifle and Vulcans to intercept the volley of missiles, both ordinary and GN powered.
Another display of exploding missiles brightened the sky, both teams intercepting all the missiles that came within range.
"Lieutenant," she then heard again. "Orders are to head to the island, direct orders from command. They don't want to lose anymore machines out here and they fear there may be more Rising Phoenix forces out here."
Soma growled as she looked at their fleeing enemy. Damn Gundams, was the green one waiting for me to get up close? Just how often will you drive us off when we least expect it? She stared at the three Gundams hightailing it out of here while three fighters formed up beside them and disappeared into the horizon.