[Skies over JOSH-A]
"What just happened?!" One of the ZAFT Captains demanded upon hearing the panic over the radio. "What's going on?!"
The operator manning the station jumped in surprise, not realizing that he had left the line open. "Th-the enemy defensive station launched an ICBM!"
The Captain's eyes widened with shock and confusion. "The hell?! They can't use nukes! We took care of that!"
"It wasn't a nuke! Whatever the hell it was it wasn't a nuke!"
Another operator's voice was picked up by the microphone. "ICBM on course for Panama base! Alert the base!"
"We don't have a comsat in position!" The first operator yelled (into the mike, making the captain wince). "It's a not a nuke, it's not a nuke." He then said hurriedly to himself, trying to calm down. "For god's sake it's not a nuke…!"
…
[Panama Base]
…
Through a line of pure, accidental chance, one of the shipboard operators in orbit around Earth alerted Panama base about the impending missile attack.
Unfortunately, the alert wasn't enough.
While the DINNs were being deployed, the ICBM they were supposed to intercept struck the base.
The explosion of the ICBM tore into the compound, shattering the hangars and the DINNs housed within. Even the reinforced command center stood no chance, blown away by the awesome force of the missile combined with the ignited ammunition stores (both Federation and ZAFT).
The light of the explosion could be seen for miles, and the resulting shockwave tore through the trees, jungles, and the mass driver that made Panama base one of the EFA's primary (if not only) way into space.
As expected, the resulting waves of the ammunition-plus-ICBM explosion struck the mass driver like a sledgehammer, shaking the frame of the large cannon, bringing it to near collapse, before an explosion-induced wall of water slammed into it and folded the Mass Driver into the ocean.
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[JOSH-A]
…
"Did…did you guys just feel that?" Talisman breathed.
"Something…something big just went off." Blaze growled. "Bridge! What just happened!?"
"Stonhenge has been lost, and…" Neil's face went white upon hearing the intercepted ZAFT communications. "Panama base has been struck by an ICBM originating from the Stonehenge site."
There was a momentary silence.
"WHAT?!" Ribbon resisted the urge to punch something, as he's sitting in his cockpit. "Why the hell would we nuke our own base!?"
"It's not a nuke, that's not possible." Neil said dazedly. "The base is gone. ZAFT is getting no communications from it anymore. No primary, no secondary, nothing." He clicked off of the patched line into ZAFT's communications, unable to listen to the operators frantically trying to reconnect with the now vanished base for any longer.
"We…we need to get up here." Blaze said suddenly and hurriedly. "Captain Ramius, give us the orders to sortie."
"There's a goddamn cloud of ZAFT units up there!" Sai shouted. "We should just get the hell out of here!"
"Oy!" Natarle snapped. "Watch your mouth, Sai!"
"Screw it." Cipher snapped. "This is Galm one, I'm deploying; Murdoch, open the damn door."
"Cipher! The hell are you-" Murdoch started to say.
"I'm not playing with a military that bombs its own people." Cipher cut across him. "Murdoch, open the hangar door or I'll doing it for you."
"I'm with Cipher on this one, I'm afraid." Ribbon muttered. "If the EFA feels ok about bombing the hell out of its own people then I'm jumping ship."
"Razgriz three, what are you saying?!" Natarle exclaimed. "We would never sacrifice our own forces to advance our own cause!"
"Bullshit!" Cipher snarled. "I'm heading out." Murdoch had opened the Archangel's hangar doors in order to protect the ship (and his own sleep schedule).
"Cipher! Wait!" Murrue Ramius said hurriedly.
"Galm One, heading out." Cipher said coldly, launching out of the Archangel without assistance from the catapult.
"Mobius One, taking off." Ribbon echoed, doing the same.
Blaze gnashed his teeth. "Ah, hell. Razgriz one, launching."
"Razgriz Four, deploying; we're still going to protect the ship." Talisman said stubbornly.
"Yeah." Kira nodded. "Strike, heading out."
"Goddammit, the two of you!" Mu said. "We're got something more immediate to worry about! Mu La Flaga, deploying!"
"Quit setting my catapult on fire!" Murdoch groaned.
…
Four Spearheads, one Aile Strike Gundam, and one Launcher Skygrasper deployed from the Archangel's hangar legs, along with a flock of Spearheads deployed from the rest of the Federation warships.
…
"I can't believe it…" The ZAFT captain breathed. "All units! Burn them to the ground! Avenge our comrades and theirs in equal measure!"
Prior to its destruction, Panama base still held many of its previous EFA staff as Prisoners of War.
"Naturals! You don't even care about your own countrymen!" One of the pilots yelled on an open frequency. "This is your divine punishment!" The pilot emphasized her roar with firing a round from the GINN's recoilless rifle (the bazooka).
Her shot was then echoed and accompanied by a veritable blanket of shots from the rest of the ZAFT pilots.
"Intercept! Shoot them down!" Murrue ordered, and the anti-aircraft fire from the warships rose to meet the incoming torrent of poorly named ZAFT ballistic rounds.
As expected, the effect was less than desirable; many rounds were intercepted, but many more slammed into the waters and the ships themselves.
The resulting explosions looked as if they set the water ablaze.
"Catapult one destroyed!" Sai reported. "Gottfried Number one is offline!"
"Maydays from Arksanas Escorts number 1, 5, 9 and 12!" Miriallia reported in a panic. "Des Moines ships 1, 3, and 6 sunk!"
"Half of our ships in one go…" Murrue breathed.
"Remainder of the ships, focus your efforts on protecting the Spengler carriers!" Mu roared on an open frequency, ignoring the smattering of acknowledgements in reply. "This is just not my day!" He seethed as he aimed the AGNI cannon into the cloud of descending GINNs and fired at random.
Kira gritted his teeth, focused on taking down a swarm of anti-ship missiles from a squad of GINNs with his head-mounted Vulcans. "Stop! This isn't the time to be fighting!" He yelled, taking aim at the GINNs with his beam rifle and systematically shooting their heads off with precisely aimed fire.
"Ah! Shit!" Sai flinched as the Archangel shook again. "Portside Valiant, hit! It's on fire!"
"What are our orders, captain?" Natarle asked as calmly as she could, ignoring the burning GINN that dropped almost on top of the Archangel (it was too far forward and slammed into the water instead).
"Our orders are to protect the base." Murrue said through gritted teeth. "Don't falter! Take them out!"
"Second defensive fleet is clear from the base entrance." Miriallia reported, letting out the breath she was holding. "They're deploying interceptors."
Meanwhile, Cipher and Mobius One were busy tearing their way through the ZAFT's GINN cloud with their ElectroMagnetic Launchers and their Vulcans, ripping out arms and separating legs from the ZAFT mobile suits with practiced ease.
"Oy! Assholes! We're just trying to leave, goddammit!" Cipher yelled into a ZAFT frequency (courtesy of Sky Eye).
"We're not letting the likes of you leave!" One ZAFT pilot retorted, charging toward the Spearhead with the GINN's sword drawn.
As the GINN took its swing, Cipher inverted his aircraft and pumped the VTOL engines, causing the swing to strike nothing but air as the Spearhead zipped neatly between the GINN's legs.
"Like you have a choice." Mobius One said coldly (to himself) as the GINN turned to engage Cipher once again. The GINN then met its end via an EML shot in the back right into the cockpit block.
"Galm one, the rest of the GINNs is falling out of reach." Mobius One said, banking his aircraft a little to look at the DINNs landing on the riverbanks. "We could probably reach Orb from here." He added lightly, watching the streaks of fire fly from the GINNs to the Fed warships.
Cipher simply scowled and said nothing.
Mobius One knew that Cipher wasn't one to change his allegiances so easily. (He himself wasn't either). "We could help the fleet get out of here, you know."
"Yeah, I know." Cipher growled, circling around high in the sky.
…
"This is hell and a half." Blaze said as he zipped past the Archangel's port side with his Vulcans blazing, shooting down a barrage of bazooka fire with Talisman flying on his wing, following and supporting his actions.
The Archangel's Igelstellung anti-aircraft guns intercepted most of the rest. "Hit on the port side! We have a hull leak on deck two!" Sai reported.
"Compensate with the engines!" Murrue ordered as a group of GINNs appeared on the bridge's main screen. "What's the rest of the fleet doing?"
"Third wave has deployed!" Miriallia reported as the displayed GINNs suffered from a barrage of warship shells and exploded. "We're slowly gaining air coverage!"
The Archangel shook again. "Engine six, hit!" Sai reported. "We're listing again!"
"Dammit!" Mu sighted the trio of GINNs responsible for strafing the engine as they zipped between the wreckage of other Federation ships. "Let us catch a break!" He yelled as he depressed the trigger, unleashing a blast from his AGNI cannon that tore the GINNs (and one of the Des Moines ship wreckage) to pieces.
"Assist the Archangel!" One of the Faceless Federation Captains ordered as his Arkansas class Cruiser used itself as a shield for the comparatively much taller Archangel while spraying the air with its load out of anti-aircraft weaponry.
"Oh hell. Second ZAFT wave dropping from orbit! Estimated unit count, 50!" Sai said.
"Razgriz, intercept!" Sky Eye ordered.
"Roger!" Blaze and Talisman said, deploying from the second, undamaged catapult after returning for ammunition for the third time.
"Oy! Stop throwing a hissy fit and lend us a hand!" Blaze yelled to Cipher.
Cipher's response was to point his Spearhead's nose south…and exit the battlefield, with Mobius One in tow.
"JOSH-A anti-aircraft fire away." Sky Eye warned.
"Son of a…Cipher! Ribbon!" Blaze roared, ignoring both the dropping ZAFT forces and the rising EFA intercepting shots. "Where the hell do you think you're going?!"
I can understand Cipher leaving. Talisman thought. He's a mercenary at heart, and he won't fight if his employers are actively trying to kill him…but I don't get why Mobius One is leaving too…or, rather, I don't understand why Blaze isn't jumping ship, given the Razgriz's history.
"Exactly what you think I'm doing." Cipher said coldly, noting that Blaze was on full afterburners to reach him, and slowing down as a result.
"This is desertion." Blaze snarled. "I know I'm not in any position to care, but at the same time, people are dying down there!"
"Whose fault is that, I wonder?" Cipher sighed.
Blaze slowed down as well when he realized that Cipher was slowing down to meet him. "Wardog leader to Galm One. Breaking away from my squadron will be regarded as an act of treason, and I'll deal with it appropriately."
Oh shit. Talisman thought.
"Try me." Cipher grinned.
Cipher inverted and dove just as Blaze fired a barrage from his Vulcans. Seeing Cipher's maneuver, Blaze inverted and followed him down.
…
"Uh, Cipher and Blaze are fighting." Tolle said in a slightly higher voice.
Sky Eye facepalmed. "Goddammit. Mobius One, what are you doing?"
"I cannot condone fighting alongside a nation that freely sacrifices its own people to further its ideals." Ribbon said sadly. "Thus, I'm afraid I'll be exiting the battlefield as well…this is the proverbial final straw."
"Is this really the time to be talking about this?!" Kira demanded, separating a GINN from its arms with his beam sabers. "The Archangel's going to sink at this rate!"
"I am aware." Mobius One said calmly.
"You're just going to sit and watch…?!" Talisman's eyes went wide.
"Second ZAFT wave, deployed! They're firing!" Sai said.
Ribbon weaved through the descending ZAFT GINNS and their machine gun fire. "Sorry, but my ideals don't line up with those of your higher-ups." He sighed. Plus, there's something strange about this entire war. He thought to himself. And I can't investigate it while being tied to the ship…as long as the ship is tied down to this dock.
"Dammit! Ribbon!" Talisman yelled, but it was to no avail: Mobius One had hit full afterburners and zoomed away from the battlefield.
"Ha!" A ZAFT captain laughed. "Even the demons don't want anything to do with the EFA!"
"Demons or no, I'm still here!" Kira roared, feeling the sense of otherworldly focus again and firing into the ZAFT units in the sky with pinpoint accuracy.
Unfortunately, the Strike doesn't have infinite power, and not a minute after he attained that unnatural focus his cockpit kindly alerted him of his quickly dwindling energy supply.
"Dammit." Kira muttered, his super focus gone. "This is Kira, I'm returning to resupply."
"Got it; be careful." Murrue said as the Strike Gundam's armor turned into its dull gray color. "Tolle, can you provide him support?"
"Uh, yeah, I can. Sure." Tolle said distractedly as he rose from his seat.
Murrue then stared at one of the displays showing the current balance of power. We're losing air control again.
More than a few spiraling, burning Spearheads featured prominently on the main screen drove her point home. "How's the current spread of forces?" Murrue asked.
"We've lost about 30% of our Spearheads, and ZAFT has lost maybe a quarter of their GINNs. It also doesn't help that we've deployed more." Sai said then gritted his teeth as the Archangel shook again. "Hit on the starboard side! We've lost two anti-air guns!" Sai said, not bothering to pronounce the weirdly named guns.
"Dammit. Pull the Archangel back!" Natarle ordered, glancing at the Arkansas cruiser that moved to protect them, before focusing her attention away from that ship's burning bridge and slowly sinking hull.
…
"Kira, you ok up there?" Tolle asked as he hopped into the second Skygrasper.
"Yeah, I think so." Kira said, suddenly feeling very tired as the adrenaline levels faded off a bit. "It's a mess out there."
"Tell me about it." Tolle sighed, his mind filled with the various streaks of colors of the battlefield as viewed from a wide distance.
Kira looked at the Skygrasper taxing to the catapult. "Did Murrue order you to launch?"
Tolle flashed a thumbs-up, even though Kira couldn't see it. "Yep! I'll be flying support for ya, Kira."
Kira frowned. "Don't get too cocky out there."
Tolle grinned. "You know me; Swordgrasper, heading out!"
…
Several of the GINNs on the battlefield turned to see two blurs heading toward them at an obnoxiously high speed.
Those same GINNs felt the impact force of the Vulcans being fired by the second Spearhead toward the first as both Spearheads flew past the GINNs close enough for the ZAFT pilots to simply reach out and grab them.
"What's with those guys?!" One of the GINN pilots demanded as one of the Spearheads performed a barrel roll, positioning itself behind the second Spearhead. "Aren't they on the same side?"
"Not the Demon Lord for nothing." Blaze said, turning sharply to avoid being shot down by Cipher. "I haven't even gotten a single hit in yet."
"You're wasting a lot of my energy." Cipher growled, firing his last missile at Blaze before pulling up and away from Blaze's Spearhead. "And not doing a lot in return."
"Yeah? I think I did alright." Blaze grinned; through their dogfight, at least a good two dozen GINNs were taken out of commission due to the collateral damage of the two ace pilots trying to hit each other. "If you're out of gas you can always land on the ship for a resupply; we'll even give you a discount." Blaze pumped his VTOL engines, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris that detonated the missile, and then pulled up as well, intent on chasing Cipher down.
…
"Sky Eye to all allied forces." Neil's voice came over the radio. "New ZAFT contacts approaching from the Southeast and Southwest; DINNs incoming."
"About time, I suppose." Talisman took a moment to observe the battlefield.
Damaged GINNs and destroyed GINN parts littered the shorelines along with many, many downed Spearheads (those that managed to crash, anyways) surrounding JOSH-A's destroyed waterfall entrance. The waterways themselves are cluttered with the smoking remains of Federation warships that remained afloat, as well as the smoke plumes of many more that sank to the bottom of the river.
The GINNs that remain were continuing the attack, pelting the base entrance as well as most of the remaining ships with their bazooka and machine gun fire, but were met with stiff resistance from the Spearheads and tanks finally being deployed en-masse from within the base.
Having eventually learned from their abysmal performance against mobile suits, the EFA's answer to making their land-based mobile armor more useful was simply "just strap some more missiles onto it." Thus, regardless of the maneuverability of the GINNs or their targeting ability, the sheer weight of the EFA missile barrage was enough to push the GINNs back step by step.
"So did we win?" Mu asked with a heavy sigh, his Skygrasper back in the Archangel for resupply.
"One hell of a victory if we did." Kira muttered, taking pot shots at the GINNs on the ground with his beam rifle.
"Kira, we got more ZAFT goons coming." Tolle reminded him. "Might be a good time to stop mopping up the GINNs."
Kira scanned the skies and nodded. "Got it; I'll leave the cleanup to you then, Tolle."
"You got it." Tolle grinned, and pointed his Spearhead toward the ground.
…
[EFA territory of Alaska, coastline]
…
"Athrun, how about we just call it a day?" Dearka asked with no small amount of hope in his voice. "We can just cite mechanical error and not go to the Federation deathtrap."
"Dearka, that kind of talk is improper for a red." Yzak chided him. "That being said, I echo his sentiment; we've spent a lot of resources to take JOSH-A, and they've made no real headway. I don't see how pooling even more resources into it will help any."
"See? Yzak sees what's up." Dearka says. "Let's just stay home."
"Enough talking, kids." The ZAFT lead mechanic said. "I'm not writing your doctor's note."
"Dammit." Dearka said sadly as his DINN was loaded onto the submarine's catapult. "Well, so much for that. Dearka, heading out!"
…
"That's…a ZAFT submarine." Cipher muttered, watching three DINNs deploy from the vertical catapult barely visible against the ocean surface. "What's it doing alone all the way out here?"
Cipher almost decided to engage the submarine, but then realized that the dogfight with Blaze ate all of his ammunition. "That's unfortunate, I guess." He murmured, staying above the clouds to avoid visual detection.
…
Ribbon, on the other hand, was flying in the general direction of Orb, and met the ZAFT DINN reinforcements head on.
Seeing the Spearhead, the DINNs naturally fanned out to engage.
Seeing the infinity symbol on the tail of the Spearheads caused the DINNs to unleash their missiles upon the lone target.
Mobius One gritted his teeth and put full power into the engines, weaving through the net of missiles with not a single shot fired.
"Is…is he seriously outrunning the missile lock?!" One of the ZAFT pilots exclaimed.
"Who cares?! Shoot him!" His wingman yelled as he pulled out the DINN's shotgun and fired a few rounds toward the Ribbon Spearhead.
"I don't need this right now, ZAFT people!" Mobius One snarled.
Bartlett's voice came over his radio. "Yo, Ribbon. Dive for the deck now."
Mobius One didn't question why and dove sharply as Bartlett advised.
"What the…" A ZAFT pilot muttered, and then took the cue from Ribbon. "Crap, dive now!"
"Too late for that, boys!" Captain Bartlett laughed, leading a squadron of X-02 Wyverns armed with Belkan-made EMLs.
Regardless of how quickly the ZAFT DINNs could dive, they weren't a match for the Wyverns' ripple fire into their ranks or their superior battlefield position, and very quickly the skies were clear of the purple-beetle like mobile suits.
"You alright there, Ribbon?" Bartlett asked, as Mobius One pulled up to fly on his wing. "You're flying pretty far out from the Archangel."
"I quit." Ribbon said tersely. "More importantly, where did you come from?"
"Giga Float." Bartlett replied. "We're currently under the employment of the Gründer branch on the Giga Float; they saw the ICBM attack on TV and sent us to investigate; I take you're bailing on the EFA because of it."
Ribbon nodded, looking around at the Wyverns flying in formation. "Yeah. Nevermind how evil the EFA appears I don't believe that they will do something like this without some kind of provocation." Where did he get these guys? He wondered.
"And you don't think losing Panama counts as provocation?" Bartlett frowned.
Ribbon nodded. "Right; I don't believe the EFA is capable of actively trying to lose the war."
"Hmm." Bartlett leaned back, letting his X-02's autopilot do the work for him a little. "Well, you're always welcome to stay with us for as long as you please."
"Who's 'us'?" Ribbon asked, and could feel Bartlett's grin without seeing it.
"You'll see when we get home, Mobius One."
…
[Near Josh-A]
…
"Athrun, we've received new orders." Yzak said.
"Yeah, I see it." Athrun replied, seeing the new order display on his screen.
"They want us to cover the remainder of the ZAFT forces as they retreat…?" Dearka frowned. "Damn, it's that bad?"
"We're attacking the nerve center of the Natural's Military, of course they're going to put up a fight." Yzak said. "Still, I can't help but think this is because of that legged ship."
"And the demons that reside within, huh…" Athrun mused. "All units, fan out and focus on providing covering fire to our retreating units."
"Wish we had our squadrons here right now." Yzak growled.
Dearka's laugh sounded empty. "With any luck they would've gotten away from Panama."
Athrun then heard his threat radar go off. "One enemy unit sighted…signature match; it's the Strike!"
"Ah shit." Dearka spat. "What do we do? Pretty sure we can't outfight it without beam weapons."
"Stick to the plan." Athrun said. "Cover the GINNs until they get to the coastline."
…
"I see three DINNs." Kira reported, having chased the GINNs that ran away (since they ran in the same direction. "Should I engage?" He asked the bridge.
"Given the circumstances…" Murrue sighed. "If they're not picking a fight, don't chase them out too far." She then turned her attention to the fleet of tugs being deployed from the base. "The first retrieval fleet should cover the west side, second fleet, go to area 14 and focus on recovering personnel…"
…
"He's not attacking." Athrun remarked.
"Good for us then." Yzak shrugged. "All remaining ground units hurry up with the retreat."
"But what about the downed pilots?" One of the Faceless ZAFT Pilots asked.
"We don't have the luxury." Yzak said coldly. "Now get moving while he's still just standing around."
…
…
"I can't believe Cipher and Ribbon both left." Blaze grumbled.
"Yeah." Talisman sighed.
Blaze had returned to the Archangel in high spirits, under the belief that he was able to fight the famed Demon Lord of the Round Table to a standstill. A thorough examination of his aircraft by the mechanics proved otherwise.
Of course, seeing the Archangel barely afloat didn't help his spirits either.
"Good thing you two flew together as a squadron, no?" The Gründer head mechanic had chuckled.
Blaze pushed the images of the bullet scratches on his fuselage out of his mind. "Yeah, I can't imagine what would've happened if he really thought us as his enemies."
"'Demon Lord of the Round Table.'" Talisman looked up at the officer lounge's ceiling. "Famed for his peerless flying and his steadfast loyalty to a cause despite his status as a mere mercenary…has betrayed our cause." He laughs. "Maybe that's an amazingly bad sign for us."
"Well…I suppose it helps to keep mercenaries loyal when you're paying top dollar to keep them around." Blaze grunted. "Hell, it's not like the EFA hasn't crossed lines before, what made this time different?"
…
[EFA Territory of North America]
…
"I'm running out of fuel, as expected." Cipher muttered. "Hm?"
A mysterious voice came over the radio. "To the Spearhead flying in our airspace, identify yourself." The voice was scrambled and impossible to read.
Cipher did a little mental math and then shrugged. "This is Cipher, callsign Galm One of the independent Usean Mercenary Force, to whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
A pause.
"Galm One, if you are in need of resupply and resources, feel free to land at this location." The mystery voice said.
"How…gracious, of you." Cipher said slowly. "Galm One, understood." He then banked left towards a very unassuming airfield in the middle of the desolate, desert-like region.
Even through the scrambler Cipher could hear the smile. "Canopus to Galm One, you're cleared to land."
…
[Archangel medical bay]
…
"Jesus." William Bishop breathed, staring at a picture of the remains of Panama base (broadcasted by a local TV station) and the incredible amounts of smoke from the scrapped buildings.
"I didn't know the Federation had weapons of such power." The ship doctor murmured.
"Is the Federation capable of using nuclear weapons?" Bishop asked.
"Not since the April Fool's incident, sir." The doctor replied. "ZAFT made plenty sure of that."
So that means… Bishop felt a chill run down his spine.
…
[Moon – EFA base Copernicus]
…
"Looks like Josh-A was kept, against all expectations."
The men wearing EFA-uniformed looked around the round meeting table at each other.
"Well, that's hardly a bad thing." The first man to speak continued. It's a little bad for us, but whatever.
"It shows the unbreaking spirit of the good people of Earth." A mildly arrogant-sounding man said, referring to a news anchor touting the victory of the Federation at the top of his lungs. "If this is the kind of resistance the Atlantic branch can put up then the war will be over in a week!"
"If every battle happened like this we'd be out of manpower by the end of the week." His comparatively more pessimistic neighbor growled. "Look at how many ships were lost just to keep one base functional."
More importantly, the first man thought, ignoring the exchange of bravado amongst the background characters. The EFA lost two of the best aces to…well, us. He had the barest hint of a smirk. Is it a sign?
The conversation eventually turned towards the weapon used to destroy Panama base.
"Can we get our hands on it?" One of the men wondered. "It would be a major boost to our efforts to have something that powerful on our hands without the drawback of nuclear fallout."
"Don't you Eurasians control it?" Another man sneered. "Since it flew at Panama and all."
"Pah." The Eurasian general waved off the accusation. "If we had control over it we would've shot it towards Carpentaria; someone else owns it."
"And that someone else would be us." One of the men sitting across from him said. "You can be assured that the weapon's usage was an accident; its firing mechanism was improperly triggered due to the ZAFT attack upon the weapon installation."
All eyes turned on the speaker: A man with sharp, rugged features and an eternally angry mask for a face.
Never seen him before. The First man thought with a bit of worry. Is he one of us? "You control those weapons? Do you have any proof?"
"More importantly, who are you?" The fattest man in the room said (incidentally also the highest ranking general in the Federation military).
The angry-looking man smiled thinly. "My name isn't important…the name of my weapon, however…"
"Well then, what's the name of your weapon?" The fattest man asked impatiently.
"Trinity."
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Something something not updating once every two weeks.
I'm getting close to the "that point" of the story. It's gonna be good.