Side 7, Universal Century 78, July 19
The Ambulance was in a race against time. The man was unconscious and not responding. Clearly too fatigued to wake up from whatever it was he was in before. The driver kept an eye out as the sirens blared praying that no one decided to drive drunk and speed during the night. With bated breath he exhaled as he reached the emergency room entrance doctors and nurses waiting and standing by. The back opened as the first responders quickly got him out of the van into the others capable hands.
The doctors rushed him into the room to prepare him for surgery. However much to there shock as they started removing the clothing, he was perfectly clean save for the scratches and bruises he had received from unknown forces. His body armor having protected him, as well as a extra hydration pouch that's mounted we're the larger piece of shrapnel had hit with some force. At most he suffered from a couple of fractured ribs that can be mended in time.
So they cleaned him and hooked up to a IV, however they did handcuff him to the hospital bed due to the odd equipment he had on hand. His flack jacket being a dead give away he was a soldier of some kind. What confused them was that his fatigues were old, by several hundred years. Much less authentic early 21 century digital camouflage utility one's for the now extinct branch of the North American military powers.
However, to double check that they are authentic the hospital had called in an Earth Fed officer to cross reference the serial numbers of the equipment and uniforms. The officer came, clearly annoyed that he was woken up from his sleep as he inspected the materials. He then wrote down in his statement that while the items are authentic, that doesn't explain how this mere boy of 19 years old got a hold of them due to how expensive they sell for collections and what not.
The officer had to question him. The hospital staff then tested the boy's blood and he matched no one on side 7's census records. And the only matches he did find was with a boy similar to him from during the war for Ukraine. But the boy's own military records say he went missing in action. Which doesn't make any sense to him as he's literally in their midits. His closest relatives are on earth so he can't just simply ask for a talk about their family history.
However, he may need help, a fresh set of eyes. He then called up Doc.Ray. probably a bad use of his skills but he does need a friendly face and a negotiator. Doc.Ray is both. Which scares a lot of people when he's not being autistic with how his project works in terms of Mobile suit development. He then called him about the predicament and to get his ass down at the hospital. Soon he and the federation will get the answers they want.
April 1st, 2022
The green forest's peaceful lands were swallowed by the sound of gunfire reigned in his ears as artillery shells exploded far away from his position. He saw his fellow Marines either dropping Russians or themselves dropping from the enemy. It was all out brawl to defend their Refuel depot in the region. He saw his old Staff Sergeant lose his head from a RPG before one of the Humvees exploded right after.
"CHAVEZ!"
He turned his head to a Corporal on his right.
"What are you waiting fo…"
A bullet pierced his helmet, splattering blood all over his combat goggles. His breathing staggered as he turned back to what he was looking at. He pulled the trigger to the M240 spraying rounds into a group of men trying to rush to another position. The bullets tearing through the men removing limbs or putting large holes in their heads. The crying of dying men filled his ears again as he saw a Russian medic run to the pile of bodies and severed limbs to pull out what looked like a kid. No more than fifteen years of age holding onto his stomach as intestines looked like they would fall out if he didn't keep them there of his own will.
He wanted to throw up at the sight. But he forced the barf back down in order to keep doing his job. Firing at another group of Russians trying to now storm his own position. The hail of lead tearing them apart as his heart rate skyrocketed from almost being overrun. And the sight of that boy played back in his mind. He then heard two shots from a pistol and his head looked beyond the current line of dying men to see that a man with a tokarev shot both the medic and the teenager. His blood boiled as he sighted the man in and kept the sight on his chest and let loose a volley of 7.62 NATO into him. It was blown apart and killed the man instantly.
However as if by the grace of God another volley of 180mm shells impacted the area where the enemy used as cover. Blowing it to smithereens and whoever was there into fine pink mist. When the gunfire died he stood up and saw the amount of corpses left in their wake. When he and his remaining Marines went forward to do a battle damage assessment, he got a good look at the soldiers he and his unlikely crew of bulk fuelers had killed. Save for that man with the pistol, they were all nothing more than kids in their late teens and old people who looked fit enough to serve.
"What a waste of youth." His platoon leader stated as they collected the bodies to be identified back at HQ.
However his focus was taken away when he blinked and he felt someone pull his eyelids back.
Universal Century 0078, early morning July 20
He turned his head away as a light flashed into his eyes. The gloved hand pulled back quickly with a sigh.
"Morning sunshine."
The man spoke with a chippy tone to his voice.
"Well young man you gave us quite the scare there when you showed up. You're lucky, most people wouldn't have survived a large piece of shrapnel in their chests."
Michael looked about to see he was in a hospital room. Which confused him because he should have been in a field hospital tent not a regular building. He turned his eyes to the doctor who was hooking up a new IV to his arm. Not liking the idea of having anything in his body he tried to jerk his arm away only to feel cuffs around his wrists.
"What the hell? Where am I?!"
The doctor tried to ease him back down.
"Easy, easy, your very fatigued son."
"What?" He tilted his head in confusion.
"You slept for nearly twenty hours. Long spells like that are never good. You're lucky we found you. Gave us a scare when you came in with that piece of shrapnel in your chest."
Michael just continued to stare at the doctor, his confusion increasing by the second.
"Where am I?" He asked again.
"You're in Side 7 hospital."
He raised an eyebrow.
"That doesn't make any sense! What is side 7 is that a designation for something in Ukraine?"
The doctor looks at him in confusion.
"What? No, we're in a space colony."
"What do you mean a space colony!?"
"Exactly that kid, side 7, a space colony."
Michael shook his head in disbelief.
"That's impossible, we're nowhere near the ability to go into space, much less make colonies."
"Hate to break it to you kid."
The doctor got up from his chair and opened the window closest to him so he could get a good view.
"Welcome to side 7."
Michael could hardly believe his eyes. The large window that showed the black void of space. How the land was curved. Not to mention the artificial light that brightly shined through. His mouth was open in surprise that he didn't notice that two more men walked in and dismissed the doctor.
When he turned his head to ask questions he saw a man with black hair with a tan military looking uniform. The other man wore glasses, had blue hair, and wore a lab coat.
"Hello, my name is Tem Ray, Doctor Tem Ray. This is LtJg Bright Noa." Doc.Ray stated.
"Ah hello…mind telling me why I'm cuffed to this bed?" Michael asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well that's because we have no idea who exactly who you are." Bright replied.
"Well given that I'm only wearing a hospital gown I assume that you have my gear and valuables I had on me. Just grab my CAC card or look up my service number."
Bright simply sighs.
"That's sadly out of the question, your IDs and 'military service records' state that you're MIA, or are incompatible with our current census records. Mind explaining that?"
Michael shook his head.
"Look sir, I have no idea where I am. One minute I was in a frozen forest, next thing I know some white machine with a V like attena crashes into the forests out of nowhere either a mono eyed machine destroying Russian apcs and then I get teleported to space colony."
"Well unfortunately for you we have to keep you under our custody till we sort this out. I'll see what we can do because your not cleared yet to move around by yourself." Bright stated.
"What am I under house arrest or something?"
"Until we get a lock on your identity we can't be curtain about your or your intention here in Side 7. At best your just some unlucky kid. At worst you could be a spy for ZEON."
This caused the teen to tilt his head.
"What the hell is ZEON?"
"We'll eventually tell you, but for now just trust us." The doctor replied with a calm but cheery demener.
"Yea right, and end up like a Waco kid? No thanks."
Brights face became Sturn.
"Either comply with us or we can always send you to prison first. Believe me, you'd be eaten alive."
This caused Michael to eye Bright with suspicion even more.
"Please mister Noa, thinly veiled threats won't be needed. If you could indulge me young man. About your equipment, it seems ah how should I put it. Old and archaic. Mind explaining it?"
"My gear was issued to me by the 6th Engineering support battalion bulk fuel company Charlie. I have had my uniforms since I was at boot camp."
The doctor looked at him as if he was a textbook to study.
"Well you're not lying that's for sure. If you don't mind, may we have a blood sample? The current ones seem to be causing our machines errors."
Michael didn't like the sound of that, however Brights comment had a bit of sway in this.
"Fine. I'll comply, however if you threaten me in any way you'll regret it."
Bright scoffed as Doc.Ray agreed to the terms. He then called in for a doctor to take another blood sample.
"Thank you for your time young man." Doc.Ray said as he pulled Bright out.
As they walked down the hall.
"He's the most honest man I've ever seen. However the fact that he mentioned a robot with a V antenna and a mono eyed machine concerns me because there's no way he should know any details about project 'Victory'." Doc.Ray stated.
"That is concerning, the Generals would probably want him executed at worst. Maybe a test pilot or under house arrest at best. But you could tell he's honest?" Bright asked with scepticism in his voice.
"He in all honesty looks like a lost young man confused to his surroundings. Now that we have a blood sample, let's hope he has a surviving family, otherwise he's a man out of time itself."
Bright only laughed.
"Time travel? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
Doctor Ray gave him a raised eyebrow. Not really liking his hypothesis being made out to be nothing more than an elaborate joke.
"Some people thought that many scientific fields were worthless, LtJg.Noa. Take for instance Mobile suits, people thought that giant robots were absurd to use in battle because most of the big wigs were Old war hawks who only saw fit to use battleships. Then when the Zakus at the battle of Lum were introduced they immediately 'reconsidered' my theory's and development for project 'Victory', I would appreciate it if my theories and hypotheticals wouldn't be laughed at."
Doc.Rays reprimand didn't really strike home as Bright sighs as they continued walking.
"Anyways, this new sample should help us with identifying him with a new scan to expand the census records to all colonies and Earth."
Doc.Ray nods.
"Though I am no biologist, nor a doctor in the field of healing the body."
"Doctor Ray, Mr.Bright." a woman called out.
They turned their heads to see the Hospital head.
"So what of our new patient?"
"He's telling the truth at least from what I've seen so far, would you kindly take this to get examined."
Doctor Ray held out the blood sample and the women took it.
"No need to worry, me and my apprentice will get this sorted out right away." She replied.
Walking off she then went to her office/lab in which she saw a young blond woman of the age of seventeen.
"Sayla, I have a sample that needs to be tested."
The blonde looked away from her read out machine with a smile.
"Of course Doctor Naomi."
"Also expand the census records search as well."
Sayla then gave a thumbs up as she plugged in the vile to a machine and typed in curtain parameters. After about an hour Sayla decided to continue to do more research on medicines. When the machine's fan made a noise that it was slowing down she looked up from her work as the data started to get printed. She pulled the findings out of the printer and read them carefully. Only for her eyes to widen as she pressed a few buttons for the scan again only for the same findings to come out of the device.
"Everything ok Sayla?"
All she did was show her the data.
DNA readings: 100%match
Authentic sample: 100%
Living relatives: 25 if various ages
At least that was the summary, Naomi couldn't believe her eyes. So much so that she immediately went to the phone to call Doc.Ray.
Construction site/Mobile suit research area, Side 7
Doc.Ray sighs as he places the phone down. As he takes a moment to think. His finger joined together as Bright overheard the entire conversation.
"The Federation is gonna think we're crazy…even Doc.Naomi and her assistant." He spoke up after his brief moment of silence.
"So what do we do?" Noah replied.
"We can give him an opportunity to start anew. He's confused, his command structure is all but gone or not the same as he remembers. Not to mention we wouldn't need to search for a 3rd test pilot. And given if he's telling the truth he'd be perfect for 03."
Bright Noah ponders it, while a marine who has combat experience would be worth putting in the 03, he would still have the same 0 experience with operating mobile suits. As any of their candidates. But at least they can get a head start as they didn't even have a test pilot for the 01.
"It would seem you have for now won me over on this. Have the doctors said anything else?"
"They're currently trying to reach out to any surviving members to ask them if they have photos or memorabilia of him. Seeing if a facial recognition could one hundred percent mean he is who he says he is after they got the blood results."
"Well until we can get that confirmation we should still hold him close to the chest before we get any approval to make him 03s pilot."
"We should however report it directly to Admiral Revel once all of this has concluded."
Bright nodded in agreement.
"He would need to see this in person otherwise his aids would just shrug us off."
"Then we shall wait for further confirmation."
