[PLANT]
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Patrick Zala viewed the news with unbridled glee. How wonderful it was that the Naturals, when faced with an overwhelming force like ZAFT, decide to fight among themselves further!
Rau Le Cruset, on the other hand, viewed the news with something more akin to apprehension: the actions of the EFA made no sense to him this time, and he cannot simply dismiss it as Naturals being stupid…especially not after the presence of the Demons of the Federation.
The chess game the two played lie abandoned on the table while both of them were transfixed with the news.
The rest of ZAFT watched the news with a mix of curiosity, glee, and a vehement hatred for the Naturals who decided to attack a neutral nation with zero provocation.
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[Giga Float]
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"Lowe, enemy signatures detected." Hachi, Lowe's computer buddy, said. "Their heat signatures match the EFA Spearhead engines."
"Spearheads?" Lowe raised an eyebrow. "Is the EFA trying to trash their own investment?"
By virtue of not having in-cockpit internet access neither he nor Kira knew of the EFA's attack on the Equatorial Union yet.
"I don't think so." Kira said, peering at his visual camera. "Their paintjob is off."
"Paintjob? Really?" Lowe asked, looking through his camera as well. "How can you tell from here?"
On the cameras, the Spearheads were a little more than a figurine on a table.
"It just feels weird…their cross section doesn't match either; It's too bulky." Kira powered up his Astray, noting with a fair amount of discomfort at the smaller energy tank readout compared to the Strike.
"But if all we're up against is Spearheads then we don't have a lot to worry about." Lowe said confidently. "Professor, can you issue a warning against them?"
"I'm trying, but they're refusing all hails." The Professor's shrug was audible.
"Let me try." Kira switched his communications to a general channel and turned on the Astray's speakers. "This is the Giga Float Defense Squadron to unknown crafts in our airspace: identify your intentions or you will be shot down. I repeat, identify your intentions or you will be shot down."
The Spearheads in the distance responded by dropping something from their underbellies.
After a few seconds, Kira heard a repeating beep in his cockpit. "Well, I guess I know how they feel about this." He sighs.
The long range missiles from the Spearheads fly straight and false, since they were summarily shot down by a barrage of fire from Kira's beam rifles.
"I didn't they'd fly here just to take a vacation." Lowe's Astray surges forward with its beam rifle drawn, spraying fire into the air a little ineffectually.
The Spearheads, against Kira's expectations, continued to fly in formation in spite of Lowe's fairly poor shooting. He looked confused for a moment, scratched his head, and then aimed his arm-mounted beam rifles against the Spearheads with a shake of his head.
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The six Spearheads flying toward the Giga Float saw the first barrage of beam rifle fire fly ineffectually toward them and then hit pretty much nothing.
"Captain, what's the plan?" One of the pilots asked, watching the second Astray cautiously.
"Follow the data, and strike the Giga Float's mass driver." The captain replied. "As expected, he really can't hit anything at all." He muttered snidely to himself.
Whatever other self-confident assertions he was about to make was cut short by his entire squad being shot down by a pin-point accurate strike from Kira's Astray.
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Lowe whistled. "Wow, you're a really good shot."
"You're just really bad." Hachi said without skipping a beat. Lowe bopped the little computer lightly on its frame.
"These guys weren't very good." Kira muttered to himself, scanning his radar display for any potential enemy units. "So that can't possibly be all of them."
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A man dressed in expensive-looking black clothes regarded the loss of contact with his Spearhead squadron with something akin to surprise.
"Sir, what are your orders?"
He closes his eyes and thinks for a moment. "All units retreat. We'll take the Giga Float another time…I'm interested to know who the perpetrator is, however."
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"New contact incoming!" Hachi suddenly said.
"Is it him?!" Lowe snarled, looking toward the direction as indicated by his threat receiver.
Kira looked toward the same direction as well, and saw the target of Lowe's sudden interest. "A gold colored Astray?" he muttered. "Must be really damn rich to get plating like that." He then noted with a scowl that the armor of the Astray changed color in several areas, a sure sign of the Phase Shift Armor, and that it also had a bulky waist mounted system that implies a large scale weapon of some kind.
"Kira! Don't underestimate him!" Lowe said as he flew into the air.
"Oh, it's you again." The Gold Astray's pilot said dismissively. "I'm not here for you."
Kira saw the Golden Astray dive toward him.
"Damn, he's fast!" Lowe said, his beam rifle shots uselessly trailing behind his target.
He's fast, but… Kira felt almost bored by the Golden Astray coming at him. He's too easy to read.
…
The Gold Astray's pilot blinked in surprise as his target fired upon him with its head mounted Vulcans.
"You have good senses." The pilot said over the general line.
He heard the pilot of the Red Astray in the air yell over the same line. "Kira! Get out of there!" Kira? Is that the name of the pilot in front of me?
Kira smirked despite himself. All his time of practicing with Cipher had caused the older pilot's confidence to rub off on him…a confidence that was far from unfounded.
The pilot of the Gold Astray flinched when his damage control suddenly registered two hits to his unit. How in the…? He looked down despite himself and saw two beam sabers lodged into his waist mounted harpoon launchers. He looked up just in time to see the Astray charge at him with two more beam sabers activated.
Kira swings at the Gold Astray and misses as the Gold frame uses it's remarkably thrusters to jump out of the way, causing Kira's Astray to land behind him.
The Gold Frame's pilot then felt a jolt as Kira's Astray kicked him in the back with a fast spinning roundhouse kick.
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"He's way better than you are." Hachi said snidely.
"No kidding. That guy is insane." Lowe said through a wide grin.
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"How?!" The Gold Frame's pilot snarled, using his thrusters to get some more distance before pulling out his beam rifle.
"Surely, you're fast. Faster than any unit I've gone up against. But…" He heard Kira's voice over the general line as the Astray charged at him again. "You're not as flexible as he is."
The Gold frame turned to aim its beam rifle and saw Kira's Astray almost on top of him.
Kira accelerated to maximum speed and cut off the Gold Astray's left leg from the knee, and then slams the Gold Astray into the ground with a kick.
"And not nearly as savage as they are." Kira muttered to himself, turning and pelting the Gold Astray with beam rifle fire.
"Tch. I'll get you for this." The Gold Astray's pilot snarled, firing into the Giga Float and causing things to explode, covering his unit with a screen of smoke and fire.
…
"Did you know who that was?" Kira asked Lowe once the smoke cleared and the Gold Frame was nowhere to be seen…though he felt that the pilot wasn't the type to surrender even if the unit was disabled, so he wasn't too torn up about letting the guy go.
"Ronald Gina Sahaku." Lowe said in reply. "We fought in space and he kicked our asses."
"It's Rondo Gina Sahaku; he forced us to the Earth." Hachi added helpfully.
"I see…" Kira had no idea who it was, but a small part of him was certain that the person would be important in the future.
"Lowe, Kira. You guys should see this." The Professor said, and forwarded a news feed to their cockpits.
…
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"Is this for real? Are they for real?! What the hell are they thinking?!" Mu La Flaga raged against nobody in particular, rampaging around a Morgenroete lounge.
"Maybe…maybe it's just a small faction." Natarle said hopefully.
"Small?! Small?!" Mu gestured to the television screen. "Does that look small to you?!"
"That" being a televised full out assault of a city in the Equatorial Union with a battalion of Spearheads visible.
"Calm down." Murrue bopped Mu on the head.
"Sorry." Mu said sheepishly. "So what's our plan?"
"Nothing." Murrue said very matter-of-factly. "The Archangel is still in dry-dock for another week, and I don't feel like being assigned to bomb civilians the instant I leave port."
"Captain, that means we're going to leave civilians unprotected…even if they don't belong to the Federation." Natarle frowned. Her sense of military duty and military honor were fighting with each other in her head.
Murrue sighed. "I know, but right now we can't do anything without stirring up an even bigger mess."
...
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Kira Yamato returned to Orb a day later (Lowe stayed behind to be with his Junk Guild family) and traded information with his friends. If nothing else, this event greatly shook his already faltering confidence in the Earth Federation.
The fact that the three heads of their current ship (Murrue Ramius, Natarle Badgiruel, and Mu la Flaga) were nowhere to be seen for the better part of the day didn't do his mood any favors.
…
"Who are you?" Kira asked with a frown, seeing a young boy with light green hair he didn't recognize.
"Ah, uh." The young boy looked around shiftily for a moment. "Nicol Amalfi."
Nicol believed that there wasn't any danger from using his real name; nobody on Earth knew him anyways. His confidence was a little misplaced.
Kira's eyebrow shot up. "Amalfi? You're Yuri Amalfi's son?"
Nicol felt his heart sank, but the boy before him reminded him a bit of Athrun. "What makes you think that?"
Kira smiled. "I'm an engineering student; he cost me a lot in textbooks."
Nicol couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, that tends to happen; hope your wallet feels better in the future."
Kira's smile faded a bit. "But that would make you a ZAFT soldier. What are you doing here?"
Nicol's grin faded as well. "I uh…I was fished out of the ocean."
Kira gave no physical response. "Oh…so I guess you were in the Blitz when I took it down. How are you feeling?"
"I feel fine…at least I'm not on the bottom of the ocean." Nicol chuckled halfheartedly.
Kira frowned. "What do you think of…well, us?"
Nicol didn't have to ask what he meant. "I think…" He shook his head. "No, I know that most Naturals are not ok with this." Nicol has seen the reaction around Morgenroete to the attack, after all.
Kira sighed. "Makes the two of us." An uncharacteristic hatred burned in his eyes. "I don't know who or why they did this but if I get my hands on them…"
"Whoa there, kid." Kira felt a pair of hands descend on his shoulders. "You won't get anywhere with that kind of mood." Blaze said behind him.
"You're not gonna tell me to master my rage, are you?" Kira asked tiredly.
"What? No." Blaze grinned. "Just that with great power comes great responsibility."
Nicol and Kira both sighed while Blaze grinned wider.
"What do you think about this?" Kira asked Blaze after he recovered from the horrible quote.
"That?" Blaze jerked his head toward the television, getting a nod from Kira in response. "I think something's real fishy here."
"Oh, really?" Nicol asked sarcastically; he just can't bring himself to be on guard against Blaze.
"Yep, really." Blaze's grin slid off his face. "Eurasia has always been more anti-Coordinator than the Atlantic branch, so for them to suddenly turn on their fellow Naturals is very, very odd…nonsensical, in fact."
"Really?" Nicol blinked in surprise.
"Yeah. Eurasia has all the bigots and Atlantic has all the failures." Blaze grinned widely. "It's a wonder they work together at all."
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"I thought you said they worked together." Kira said to Blaze glumly.
"Well. They used to." Blaze scowled.
The two of them watched the Atlantic Federation denounce the Eurasian branch for "unethical treatment of civilians during war time."
"What do you think?" Cipher said to the room at large.
"I think they're still nuts." An engineer grumbled from somewhere in the back, to the general agreement of everyone else.
"Think someone else is behind this?" Talisman asked Captain Bartlett in an undertone.
"My first guess? It's Blue Cosmos…but for all their idiotic hatred they would never attack Naturals unprovoked." Bartlett grunted. "Something is really wrong here."
The room watched as the Atlantic branch of the Federation declared their intention to support the Equatorial Union against this "brazen act of violence."
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Cipher noted grimly after the speech that no promise of actual military assistance was given to the Equatorial Union. He wondered for a moment how the Atlantic Federation actually planned to help the EU.
"So what is Orb going to do after this?" Murrue asked Erica Simmons, Morgenroete's chief engineer.
"Do? Who knows?" Erica shrugs. "Knowing Uzumi he's probably going to sit back and prepare."
Murrue turns with a frown on her face. "Prepare?"
Erica smiles slyly. "Who do you think pays for Morgenroete's Astrays?"
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In one of the Morgenroete hangars, the three mechanics under Erica (Juri, Asagi, Mayura) stared at the data Kira's Astray provided along with its maintenance estimates.
"How did he burn out almost every motor in five minutes?!" Asagi (the blonde one) yelled as she violently tugged at her hair.
Juri (blue haired with glasses) could only stare numbly at the Astray currently sitting in the dock; its pristine appearance masking the fact that literally every joint in its body is screwed beyond all reason.
"I guess we should ask Erica for a full upgrade for the Astray." Mayura (red haired) sighed, before noticing that Asagi was charging out of the room. "Hey, where are you going?"
"Stuff!" Asagi yelled back, already out of the hangar.
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"KIIIIRAAAA!"
Kira Yamato froze and instinctively felt the desire to run away screaming, while his friends turned to see a very angry Asagi charging at him.
"What did you do, Kira?" Sai asked hesitantly.
"Maybe they were dating?" Miriallia said meekly…meekly and hopefully, in fact.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY ASTRAY?!" Asagi roared once she got within optimal shouting range.
"So much for that." Miriallia sighed.
"Well, I, uh…" Kira took a few steps back as Asagi charged forward and grabbed him by the collar. "I…broke the limiter on them?"
Asagi's rage evaporated almost immediately. "Limiter? Why would you do that? How did you do that?"
Kira felt more unnerved by the sudden attitude change than her anger. "Uh…while flying towards the Giga Float I felt like the Astray couldn't handle the same joint stress as the Strike, so I messed with its OS so that I could—" He stopped short once he saw Asagi get angry again.
"Thanks to you we have to overhaul that entire unit!" Asagi wailed. "My day off! My glorious! Glorious day off!"
Kira watched her melodramatically complain about her lost vacation time and lack of overtime pay as she tottered back to the hangar.
"You broke an entire unit in five minutes? Must be a new record." Blaze said with a nervous chuckle.
"I…I didn't mean it?" Kira said, still in a bit of a daze.
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[ZAFT base Carpentaria, 2 days later]
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Athrun stopped to watch a television screen set in a hallway next to one of the hangars, barely listening to the reporter's coverage of Federation aid transports arriving in the Equatorial Union territory of Fiji. A small part of him registered that the transports were a lot bigger than he thought they were.
Carpentaria had received orders almost immediately after the Eurasia's attack to prepare for a possible invasion staged on the territory of Australia, and the Cruset team members (sans Cruset himself, since the man was still in space) were kept busy training a lot of rookie pilots being ferried to the base.
Speaking of the Cruset team…due to Rau Le Cruset not being available to lead, the ZAFT boys were temporarily reassigned.
"Captain Athrun, sir!" Athrun turned at the mention of his name.
"What is it?" Athrun Zala, the brand new captain of the Sable Squadron, asked.
"Uh, the base commander wants you to be at Hangar Seven in fifteen minutes." The messenger said with a salute.
Athrun resisted the urge to curse. "Alright, thanks."
The messenger salutes again and hurries down the near-empty hallway.
Yzak, the captain of the Scorpio Squadron, patted him on the back. "Is all this getting to you, oh mister captain?"
Athrun brushed him off, but is smiling all the same. "I didn't think I would become a full officer so soon."
"None of us did." Dearka grinned, his rank insignia denoting his promotion as the Falcon squadron captain. "And it sucks!" He laughs.
"You said it." Athrun shakes his head good-naturedly. "I'm really starting to appreciate just how much suffering our instructors went through."
"I just remember them yelling." Yzak grumbles. "A lot of yelling and telling me to keep my distance."
"Yeah…I thought you were getting arrested when I first heard them say that." Dearka then noticed the girl trailing behind Yzak. "Who's the babe?"
"My lieutenant." Yzak said simply.
"Shiho Hahnenfuss, Sir." Shiho salutes, which Dearka returns a little hesitantly. "I act as Captain Jule's range support."
"I've been replaced by a pretty girl." Dearka said matter-of-factly. "How long ago did you want to do this?"
"I can't exactly tell high command to shove it." Yzak says very dispassionately.
"So ever since you knew she existed." Dearka sighed theatrically.
"So are we looking at the beginning of a beautiful relationship, or…" Athrun said teasingly, looking between Shiho and Yzak.
Neither of them gave any outward signs of being affected by that statement.
"Damn." Athrun snaps his fingers.
"Your expectations were too high, Athrun…it's Yzak we're talking about." Dearka shakes his head. "So what are we all piloting?"
"Two CGUEs, two Fast GINNs." Yzak said; Fast GINNs being the ZAFT common name for the GINN High Mobility type.
"Two of them? For you and her?" Dearka's grin was visible from space.
"Yeah." Yzak pointly ignored his intentions.
"Huh." Dearka deflated a little. "My Buster's restricted to the base; they're reverse engineering the hell out of it. So I'm stuck with a DINN squad instead."
"You too, huh?" Athrun glanced at his blonde-haired coffee-skinned friend. "They're stripping down the Aegis as well; Carpentaria doesn't have the parts to maintain them if we don't. I got a CGUE for a DINN squad."
"So we're all in the air then." Yzak smiled for a brief moment. "Do you guys think the EFA will come here after trashing the EU?" EU being the Equatorial Union.
Athrun shakes his head. "I doubt it; if they wanted to hit Carpentaria they would've done it already. We're not that far from Eurasia mainland, after all."
"Blue Cosmos went insane? Maybe?" Dearka said hopefully.
"Do you think this has anything to do with the Demons?" Yzak asked.
"If there are other elements like them in the EFA, maybe." Athrun looked around the base. "We're all kinds of screwed if there are others like them in the EFA, actually." He shuddered at the thought of the rookie pilots (many his age or older) facing the demons, and found himself praying that the demons would exercise their mercy and not kill them.
"Oh, that reminds me. Did you guys see the Africa battle report?" Dearka turns to face the other two.
"The Red Swallow, right?" Athrun said, referring to the emblem featuring a red swallow on a few ZAFT-affiliated aircraft.
Yzak thought back to the aircrafts he saw a few times in the battle, but didn't say anything.
Dearka nods. "They blew through the EFA and didn't break a sweat. Does that sound familiar to anyone?"
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[Morgenroete, 3 days later]
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Kira Yamato, while visiting the Archangel, caught a fighter being rolled into its hangar bay by a group of people he's never seen before.
"What's this?" Kira asked Murdoch, who was standing by and watching the fighter with a mix of disgust and desire along with a small gaggle of people.
"Murrue accepted help from some company in Orb." Murdoch said, trying valiantly (and failing) to mask his child-like glee with a coat of bile and distrust. "They're moving some gear into the Hangar."
"Oh, isn't that an XFA?" Cipher said happily, coming over to see what all the fuss was about. "Are we flying XFAs now?"
"I wish." Blaze said sadly, coming out of the gaggle of engineers and hangar crew. "That's just one of their work pieces…we get to give data to a pair of skeletons."
"A pair?" Murdoch looked around wildly. "Where's the other one?"
"It should be…ah ha, there it is." Cipher said, looking at the frame of an aircraft he didn't recognize.
"Oh holy shit seriously?" Talisman said almost immediately after arriving on the scene and then proceeded to nearly dissolve into a puddle of happiness. "It's a CFA. Is it flyable? Please tell me that thing is flyable."
Kira took a closer look at the "CFA": It was very angular compared to the Spearhead, even when it was obviously in no condition to fly. The entire aircraft looked like a Christmas tree from where he's standing, actually.
"Is that thing good?" Kira asks Talisman.
Talisman was beside himself with happiness. "Good? I had wet dreams about flying one of these." He took a deep breath to calm himself. "These things are the best fighters we could field at home…well, if we had one to field, that is; last I checked Estovakia was the only nation that had them."
Kira looked at the chassis that was the CFA-44 as it vanished into the Archangel. "I think I would've liked it better if they had sent us working aircraft instead."
"Yeah, I do too." Blaze nodded. "But there would be lot of issues that'll come up if we fly aircraft made by a company in Orb, so we have to make do with what we've got."
What they have, all four pilots reflected, are a set of Spearheads held together by an odd mix of terrific engineering and rush repair induced prayer.
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"Thank you for accepting our proposal." The representative from Gründer said with a gracious bow. "With the way the world is now we need all the friends we can get."
Murrue smiled slightly. "Ah, yes, indeed…I should be thanking Gründer for giving us these resources, actually; this will help greatly in our battles ahead."
The Archangel was due to launch in six hours or so; the repairs were almost done.
The representative waved dismissively. "Please, for us, being able to service and assist the Aces of Aces is one of the greatest honors. The Project Aces works team won't disappoint you; feel free to task them as you see fit."
"Project Aces? Sounds like a videogame." Mu said with a laugh.
The Representative laughed. "It does, doesn't it? The Engineers wanted it to be known that they're the ones responsible for keeping the legendary pilots in the air."
"Legendary?" Mu frowned. He knew that the Razgriz was good but didn't expect them to actually be that good.
"You didn't know?" The representative sounded surprised, and saw Mu shake his head. "Pull up a chair, this'll take a while."
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[Somewhere in Eurasia, one day later]
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In a velvet-covered room, two men sat watching a myriad of screens, especially one that contained a blonde-haired man in a blue suit denouncing the Eurasian army for their bloodthirsty actions.
"Who'd thought Azrael of all people would've turned against them." One man said with a tone of bemusement.
"When his own dick length isn't under examination he can be quite intuitive." The other man said gruffly.
"So what do you think this will cause?" The first man asked.
"It'll cause us to move another step forward." The second man said, with a tone of "we've talked about this before."
"Just curious." The first man chuckled lightly. "How goes the 'relief effort'?"
"Thanks to everyone else sitting on their asses, we're about done…just a few days and then we can set up our 'field hospitals'. We might end up worrying about ZAFT though, especially if they decide to gate crash before we get everything set up." The man takes a swig of his wine glass.
"ZAFT…so they're going to be conducting an operation after all." The first man sighed, looking at one screen of the ZAFT council. "Zala…so what are you going to do next?"
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[PLANT]
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"Murata Azrael denounced Eurasia for cruelty? The Blue Cosmos of all groups calling others heartless?!" Patrick Zala hasn't been genuinely shocked for a long time now. "What the hell is going on now?!"
"He's always been focused on the advancement of the Blue Cosmos agenda. Perhaps he thought this would be the best time to strike?" Rau Le Cruset said as he read a transcript of Azrael's speech. "Wow, he's thought this one through pretty well…how surprising." Rau's voice had a hint of pride. "Well, this helps us, at the very least."
"Operation Spitbreak, huh…" Patrick sat back down in his chair. "Can we proceed as planned, considering the circumstances?"
"I imagine that it will go a bit easier thanks to this." Rau waves the transcript at Patrick. "As long as the EFA doesn't have anything buried in Alaska."
Patrick sneered. "I don't believe the EFA would bury a bomb inside their own headquarters…but I guess you can never know when it comes to the Naturals." He then turns to face Rau. "I'm counting on you for this, my friend."
Rau smiles. "Of course."
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[Morgenroete, next day, 1400 hours]
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The Archangel was finally crewed and in the water again.
"That wasn't much of a vacation." Mu grumbled. "Too much politics going on."
They had learned early in the morning that Eurasia, which was silent up until now, had declared the attackers of the Equatorial Union "rogue soldiers not affiliated with any EFA establishment" and also declared their intention to assist the EU in any way they can.
"All this means is that the EFA can now annex the EU in every way but name." Mu said disgustedly. "It's not like the EU has anything to fight with."
Largely true; the Equatorial Union fought back with Spearheads and tanks, but in numbers too small to even matter against the forces being arrayed against them.
"Will anyone even believe them?" Miriallia asked.
Mu was hanging out in the bridge because he had nothing better to do with his time.
"If that didn't happen, I don't think anyone would." Mu points to the news feed of two EFA squadrons dogfighting over the skies of a city in the EU territory of the Philippine, he didn't know which city it was, only that the map showed it to be on the largest island in that particular area.
Murure sighed. "Alright, once we're out of Orb waters, we're going to run full speed to Alaska; the sooner we get there, the better."
As the last words left her mouth, Miriallia received a message marked CONFIDENTIAL.
"Uh, captain, you might want to see this." She said, after silently cursing Murrue for tempting fate.
Murrue got up and walked over to the communications panel, read the message, walked back to the captain's chair, and sunk her face into her hands.
"I just had to say it; I just had to say it." She mumbled.
"What happened?" Mu asked coyly, before reading the message himself. "Oh those sons of-"
"Call up the all our pilots, I want their opinion." Murrue commanded, jumping to her feet.
"Roger that." Miriallia said glumly. "Bridge to all pilots, please report to the briefing room. I repeat; all pilots report to the briefing room."
"Does that count me too?" Tolle asked, pointing to himself. Of his squadron he was the only one left on the ship (the other two guys took the first chance to disembark, risk of being considered deserters be damned).
Murrue made a half-hearted wave of her hand that looked like "go ahead."
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"What's going on now?" Kira asked, feeling a sense of foreboding.
Murrue pulled up the confidential message on the large screen in the briefing room.
Everyone besides Murrue and Mu stared at the message.
ORDER FROM: ALASKA
RECIPIENT: EFA ASSET ARCHANGEL
COMMAND: ASSIST EURASIA/BLUE COSMOS IN OPERATIONS AGAINST ROGUE EFA FORCES IN CONFLICT TERRITORY
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Woo. Yeah, Azrael isn't behind it. That would be too easy.
Author answers to guest reviews!
Blade: The Aces are flying SEED crafts right now, and I don't consider real world fighters a part of Strangereal…So Mobius 1 will not have his signature F-22 A.
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