"Ok thank you " green says to Monty as he gets up out of the captain's chair and tells his crew "begin preparations for launch when we are ready tell the port controller that were leaving" as green walks over to his navigation controller and says to him "you know what to do ". The new hope begins to come to life as the port controller gives them the go ahead for launch . Green appoints his first mate to take the chair for a second and walks off the bridge towards the captain's room and changes into a very old zeon outfit from the one year war made for captain of ships . after that he walks out and to the hanger deck to check on his suit and the recently recovered gp03 stamen
As the ship gets closer to the drop point Richard sees someone lurking around his new prized gundam when he opens the cockpit and begins to get in Richard yells" hey you get out of that suit now!" When the person gets the gundam to stand Richard says "shit I better get inside the rest of the ship before he launches " . luckily Richard was near a door to the inner halls of the ship and begins to run down the halls to the bridge as fast as he could .once there on the bridge he watches as the gundam fly's off towards a neighboring colony . shortly before the launch of the pods richard goes through the cameras and he sees his one close friend taking the gundam just before he disconnected the video feed from the gundam to the ship .
Drawn to the hangar by the piercing sound of rusty metal gears turning and dry hydraulics spreading, Amaury and Monty opened a separate door from Green just in time to see the the Mobile Suit in the hanger stand to it's feet, tossing the cover that had shrouded it to the deck. "What the bloody hell is going on?!" Monty yelled as the sensors of the unit illuminated and looked towards them, followed by mor gears turning. "Shit!" Amaury yelled out loud, realizing what was going on, pulling Monty back into the hallway and throwing him to the ground as several rounds from the machine's head vulcans struck the wall where they had been standing, ripping metal go shreds, and leaving basketball-sized holes in the bulkhead of the ship. The small volley had stopped however, a horrific sound echoing from the machine as the head unit jammed, probably from fault ammunition that had been inside for years just sitting. "C'mon, let's go!" Amaury said, standing and helping Monty to his feet and quickly moving back into the ship as the bay door opened and out flew the Mobile Suit. As much as he wanted to watch the scene, they could not go back to the hanger right now as the emergency opening of the door without airlock had caused a deadly environment.
Quickly they navigated the hallways to another hanger where the drop-pods sat on disposable skids, ready to be pushed out into space for their mission. Most of the crew members had already assembled around the pods, having been given the orders from Green. He must have been infuriated by the little incident that had just occurred in the hold, if he had any knowledge of it. Who took that mobile suit? And where was it heading? Nobody here knew, certainly not Amaury, but he couldn't focus on it, not while a large, daunting task loomed overhead. "I don't know what's going on around this ship, but we are going. Now." Monty stated, pointing to the crew that would be in his pod, including Amaury, but much to Amaury's surprise, not Corina. Was it possible that Monty was realizing his open relationship with a subordinate was inappropriate? Doubtful, there must have been another reason. Monty was too stubborn to admit his fault. Amaury simply nodded and followed the crew onto the pods, catching a glimpse of his friends entering a separate pod, waving as a sort of signal, as if to say 'don't worry, we will be alright'. He believed they would be. Believed.
Moving to his position in the drop pod, Amaury looked around and was in a sort of awe at the size of this machine. He had recalled footage from the One Year War, where they had fit entire platoons inside some of these, even Tanks! They took the Federation by complete surprise, and the rush that followed gained much ground for Zeon. If only their greed and conquest didn't get in the way. They wouldn't be in the same boat they were now. Their squad was so small compared to the former glory of Zeon, but hopefully not for long. Finding his position, he looked around it. It was a standing position, his rifle locked into the floor to hold it in place, while he stood with a guard that dropped over his shoulders, and was padded to protect him during the drop and landing. He did as such, locking his rifle down, followed by himself as exhaled deeply. This was all quite... Terrifying. Who knew if they would live through the drop? He sure didn't. And there was no guarantee that this whole mission would work. They could all be executed for treason. But- "Heads up Amaury, we are closing the door." Monty called to him, interrupting his thoughts as the door next to him closed, and pressurized the inside of the cabin. Amaury looked up at Monty, who was perched on what appeared to be the controls for the pod, elevated from the passengers in the middle of the room. "We will be in the launch zone in about two minutes, everyone just relax until then." He commanded as he contacted the other pods via his headset, closely watching the ships radar, which was plugged into the pods as well.
It was the longest two minutes ever, but as it came to an end, Amaury could taste the tension. The pod was dead silent as the bay doors began to open, even heard over the sealed environment of the pods. "Alright everyone, hold on and get ready." Monty announced as the pod shifted on the skid it sat on, being pushed to the end of the cargo bay. These pics were not typically launched as such, but the ships that originally carried them were all but extinct. "Here we go!" The officer exclaimed as the pod jutted from the bay doors and into space, immediately spinning as its thrusters ignited, but was met with a sharp and violent push in a different direction as another pod collided with them. The hull of the pod screamed and visibly deformed, but didn't no colapse of crack as everyone looked up at it. "Jesus Christ..." Amaury said under his breath as he looked up at the indentation in the hull, sighing in relief as the engines ignited again and began to propel them in the right direction. "We are off Green, we will notify you when we are ready for pickup." Monty transmitted back to the ship, just before the pods began to make entry, on their way to the Ukraine. They had successfully made it past the Federations long range scanners, having not been intercepted by fighter craft. Now, they just needed to land. Safely.
Quickly they navigated the hallways to another hanger where the drop-pods sat on disposable skids, ready to be pushed out into space for their mission. Most of the crew members had already assembled around the pods, having been given the orders from Green. He must have been infuriated by the little incident that had just occurred in the hold, if he had any knowledge of it. Who took that mobile suit? And where was it heading? Nobody here knew, certainly not Amaury, but he couldn't focus on it, not while a large, daunting task loomed overhead. "I don't know what's going on around this ship, but we are going. Now." Monty stated, pointing to the crew that would be in his pod, including Amaury, but much to Amaury's surprise, not Corina. Was it possible that Monty was realizing his open relationship with a subordinate was inappropriate? Doubtful, there must have been another reason. Monty was too stubborn to admit his fault. Amaury simply nodded and followed the crew onto the pods, catching a glimpse of his friends entering a separate pod, waving as a sort of signal, as if to say 'don't worry, we will be alright'. He believed they would be. Believed.
Moving to his position in the drop pod, Amaury looked around and was in a sort of awe at the size of this machine. He had recalled footage from the One Year War, where they had fit entire platoons inside some of these, even Tanks! They took the Federation by complete surprise, and the rush that followed gained much ground for Zeon. If only their greed and conquest didn't get in the way. They wouldn't be in the same boat they were now. Their squad was so small compared to the former glory of Zeon, but hopefully not for long. Finding his position, he looked around it. It was a standing position, his rifle locked into the floor to hold it in place, while he stood with a guard that dropped over his shoulders, and was padded to protect him during the drop and landing. He did as such, locking his rifle down, followed by himself as exhaled deeply. This was all quite... Terrifying. Who knew if they would live through the drop? He sure didn't. And there was no guarantee that this whole mission would work. They could all be executed for treason. But- "Heads up Amaury, we are closing the door." Monty called to him, interrupting his thoughts as the door next to him closed, and pressurized the inside of the cabin. Amaury looked up at Monty, who was perched on what appeared to be the controls for the pod, elevated from the passengers in the middle of the room. "We will be in the launch zone in about two minutes, everyone just relax until then." He commanded as he contacted the other pods via his headset, closely watching the ships radar, which was plugged into the pods as well.
It was the longest two minutes ever, but as it came to an end, Amaury could taste the tension. The pod was dead silent as the bay doors began to open, even heard over the sealed environment of the pods. "Alright everyone, hold on and get ready." Monty announced as the pod shifted on the skid it sat on, being pushed to the end of the cargo bay. These pics were not typically launched as such, but the ships that originally carried them were all but extinct. "Here we go!" The officer exclaimed as the pod jutted from the bay doors and into space, immediately spinning as its thrusters ignited, but was met with a sharp and violent push in a different direction as another pod collided with them. The hull of the pod screamed and visibly deformed, but didn't no colapse of crack as everyone looked up at it. "Jesus Christ..." Amaury said under his breath as he looked up at the indentation in the hull, sighing in relief as the engines ignited again and began to propel them in the right direction. "We are off Green, we will notify you when we are ready for pickup." Monty transmitted back to the ship, just before the pods began to make entry, on their way to the Ukraine. They had successfully made it past the Federations long range scanners, having not been intercepted by fighter craft. Now, they just needed to land. Safely.
"Roger that Monty you all be safe" Green said as he sat in his captain's chair on the bridge,as he watched the pods fall to earth he smiled and said to his crew "ok crew switch all outfits to the salvage attire as the rest of Monty's crew watched the ship begin to make its dissent to earth. It took over twenty minutes to make it through the atmosphere but the ship was a good ship as Monty's crew saw.
As the ship moved through the sky on earth he said " well people this is your new home for awhile" as he walked past the new crew and gave them each a packet containing a new id, bank account and address Green had set them up good. Upon reaching the scrapyard the ship landed in the underground base hidden similar to the old jaburo base of the earth federation forces but it had the latest in technology cloaking technology direct from Anaheim.
As the ship moved through the sky on earth he said " well people this is your new home for awhile" as he walked past the new crew and gave them each a packet containing a new id, bank account and address Green had set them up good. Upon reaching the scrapyard the ship landed in the underground base hidden similar to the old jaburo base of the earth federation forces but it had the latest in technology cloaking technology direct from Anaheim.
Slowly Amaury opened his eyes, looking around the world around him, that had changed drastically. The pod was... Dark, and smashed up. And he was hanging from the ceiling. "What the hell... God..." He mumbled to himself, holding his head that pounded and was streaked with blood; his own he presumed. What had happened? Where was his helmet? He couldn't remember a damn thing, not after the pod was entering the atmosphere atleast. What he didn't notice was that he was the only one left in the pod, nobody was around. He had to get out of this thing, and back to the mission. It was odd that they left behind though, even with Monty's attitude towards him. Maybe they couldn't reach him? The pod was obviously on its side, and being strapped into the top of it, he may have simply been out of reach. Or maybe the thought he was dead, broke his neck or something.
Looking around, everything was blurry. Had he gotten a concussion or something? That would explain it, and the massive headache, as well as the cut on his head. He had to get free, but how. "Come on, what am I-" he mumbled, stopping as his fingers found the release for the safety bars holding him in place and instinctively pushed it without thinking, dropping him harshly to the dusty ground with a 'thud'. He laid there for a couple of seconds, gasping as he tried to recollect the air in his lungs, then slowly lifted his head. Well, there was his helmet, infront of him. Shifting to his knees, he reached out and grabbed it, dusting it off and looking it over. Itself, the helmet was fine. But his targeter was... Crushed. "Damnit..." He bitched, picking pieces of broken glass from inside the helmet, then replaced it onto his head. He couldn't see his rifle, but reaching down to his side, his sidearm was still there. That would have to do for now, and slowly he stood to his feet and began to make his way towards the door of the pod.
The world outside was so... New. This was the first time he had ever been on-planet before, and it was everything he had always dreamed about. Green trees that rustled in the wind, beyond the trees, a mountain instead of more city. It was just like all the pictures and post cards. But as he looked around, they definitely had landed their mark. Smack-dab in the middle of the abandoned base. The forest had mostly overun the base, trees and bushes sprouting up between old trucks and cargo containers. There wasn't much here, except for what appeared to be two large cargo elevator in the side of a cliff, large enough to lift the Mobile Suits to the surface from their underground storage. That was his goal, and he needed to get moving. Carefully he began to move between the foliage and the shipping containers, searching for any signs of life, but finding none.
Crawling under what appeared to the remains of a Zaku hand, he quickly jumped back behind as he heard the sound of a car coming up the road in-between debris. A car? What was a car doing here? Maybe it was someone from the crew, running a vehicle they had found. But as it approached, Amaury quickly hide back under the hand, for on the side read 'Sector Security Services'. What?! What was a Federal government agency doing out here in the middle of nowhere? Did they see the pods? Regardless, the vehicle passed by, but he was definitely searching for something in the quickly darkening yard. Amaury had to find the others, and fast.
Sprinting as fast as he could across the yard, he could hear car doors shutting, and flashlights scouring the area. But had still not found anybody himself. 'Come on guys, where are you?!' He screamed in his mind as he rounded a corner, finding one of the drop pods. Good! Without hesitation he ran to it and jumped inside, looking around but still finding nothing. Had everyone vanished? What was going on?! But as quickly as he exited the pod, he could hear a commotion, and screaming. "Freeze! Hands up, don't move!" He could hear faintly, and knowing that this couldn't be good, immediately dashed towards the scene, climbing ontop of the Debris in his way and running along the top of it.
Jumping between two shipping containers, he slid to a stop just above the scene to analyze what was going on. As he had predicted, one of the Federal officers was holding some of his crew at gun point, blinding them with a flashlight as he shakily pointed his handgun at them. "Don't move! I will shoot!" He yelled, as one of them moved alittle towards their sidearms. Amaury could barely identify the faces of those being held at gunpoint, but as he shifted alittle closer towards them, it became clear that Corina was one of them. Some of them seemed injured, including Corina, who was sitting on the ground holding her leg. One of them even seemed to be unconscious, or dead. They must have been separated as well. "Damnit..." Amaury mumbled, watching as the officer keyed up his radio and began to speak into. "28-40, I've got multiple hostiles in this zone. That crazy tip was right, there are rebels here." He said as the radio immediately beeped back. "Alright 10-4, you know the standing on rebels. Execute on sight." Amaury couldn't wait any longer, and as that transmission ended, jumped down between the two of them, to the side of the officer.
"Put your weapon down!" Amaury yelled, pointing his own sidearm towards the officer, who jumped at the harsh interruption of Amaury's voice. "S-Shit, there is more of them!" The officer yelled, screaming that into the microphone as he pointed his weapon now towards Amaury. The attention of the other Zeon rebels had now turned to Amaury, who seemed to show up at just the right time. "Amaury!" Corina yelled as the guard yelled. "Shut up!" Amaury stepped away from his crew mates slowly, trying to create a gap between the crosshairs. "I said put the gun down!" Amaury demanded again, as the officer scoffed, shaking his hands. "I'm not going to listen to you terrorists!" He yelled back, turning and shooting one of the crew members who had been reaching for his rifle, striking him in the arm as the others gasped, one kneeling down to help him. "Don't touch your weapons!" He yelled, looking back at Amaury, who in turn had been looking at Corina to make sure she was not the one who had been shot.
"Amaury he-" Corina started, the guard pointing it at her next. "I SAID SHUT UP!" He screamed loudly, aiming it right at her head as she shuttered gasping in fear for her life. "THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WILL ASK YOU TO PUT THAT GUN DOWN!" Amaury screamed back, tensions boiling over as the officer lifted the gun to see down it's sights at Corina, and instantly Amaury opened fire, dropping the lifeless body of the guard to the ground with a short burst of brass clanging across the ground. Amaury stood still for a moment, shocked at what he had just done. But... It needed to be done. He was going to shoot her, shoot all of them! "Amaury we need to go!" Corina yelled out, breaking him free of his concentration as he looked where she was pointing, seeing flashlights running towards them.
Amaury ran to Corina, looking at her leg as she watched the flashlight. "Can you run?" He asked, watching the light as well as she shook her head no. "No, I think it's broken." She replied as Amaury didn't hesitate, holstering his sidearm and picking her up in his arms as the others grabbed the unconscious crew member and began to move, Amaury following. "We were following the others but the guards caught us. The others kept going, I don't know if they made it inside or not." Corina sad, holding onto Amaury as he looked closely, stopping when a flashlight shined down the row of shipping boxes, then continued as it passed. Hopefully they would find sanctuary soon.
A minute more of sneaking around and they had landed their mark, approaching one of the elevators and seeing the other crew members standing guard, waving them on. Taking turns, the crew members made their rush to the door, and as Amaury and Corina entered, they slammed the door shut and sealed it, and finally, Amaury was able to breath normally. "Corina!" A voice called and quickly approached, Monty appearing and staring at Amaury. "Amaury? Holy hell, your alive kid!" He yelled as Amaury stared at him, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath and letting Corina stand in one leg, leaning on him go support the other. "Thank you for getting them to safety. But we have a bit of a situation. Follow me." Monty said, motioning for them to follow him, which they did, hesitantly. "That patrol knows we are here, and there is more than likely a larger force coming our way. Especially since they know we are armed." Monty said, pointing towards a few data screens that the engineers must have gotten operational.
Approaching a chair, Amaury helped Corina sit carefully as one of the medical technicians approached her and began to look at her leg. "Have them look at your head Amaury." Corina said, seeing the blood still running from under his helmet and down his face. He nodded, smiling a bit as he turned back towards Monty. He couldn't have them look now, he knew things were going south, fast. "Green won't be back for another two days, and based on the distance from here to the nearest Federation base, we can expect company tomorrow morning at the earliest. We need to hold them back." Monty said, turning to both Amaury and the other pilots that had begun to gather around. "How did they know we would be here? We are hours from the nearest population, there was no way they would have found this place unless someone told them." One of the pilots said as Amaury nodded, and Monty sighed. "I know, I know. We will have to address this but for now, we need to prepare. The only good thing is... We found them." He said, turning and facing the large black void behind the command center as the lights inside turned on revealing what they had come for... Mobile Suits.
Looking around, everything was blurry. Had he gotten a concussion or something? That would explain it, and the massive headache, as well as the cut on his head. He had to get free, but how. "Come on, what am I-" he mumbled, stopping as his fingers found the release for the safety bars holding him in place and instinctively pushed it without thinking, dropping him harshly to the dusty ground with a 'thud'. He laid there for a couple of seconds, gasping as he tried to recollect the air in his lungs, then slowly lifted his head. Well, there was his helmet, infront of him. Shifting to his knees, he reached out and grabbed it, dusting it off and looking it over. Itself, the helmet was fine. But his targeter was... Crushed. "Damnit..." He bitched, picking pieces of broken glass from inside the helmet, then replaced it onto his head. He couldn't see his rifle, but reaching down to his side, his sidearm was still there. That would have to do for now, and slowly he stood to his feet and began to make his way towards the door of the pod.
The world outside was so... New. This was the first time he had ever been on-planet before, and it was everything he had always dreamed about. Green trees that rustled in the wind, beyond the trees, a mountain instead of more city. It was just like all the pictures and post cards. But as he looked around, they definitely had landed their mark. Smack-dab in the middle of the abandoned base. The forest had mostly overun the base, trees and bushes sprouting up between old trucks and cargo containers. There wasn't much here, except for what appeared to be two large cargo elevator in the side of a cliff, large enough to lift the Mobile Suits to the surface from their underground storage. That was his goal, and he needed to get moving. Carefully he began to move between the foliage and the shipping containers, searching for any signs of life, but finding none.
Crawling under what appeared to the remains of a Zaku hand, he quickly jumped back behind as he heard the sound of a car coming up the road in-between debris. A car? What was a car doing here? Maybe it was someone from the crew, running a vehicle they had found. But as it approached, Amaury quickly hide back under the hand, for on the side read 'Sector Security Services'. What?! What was a Federal government agency doing out here in the middle of nowhere? Did they see the pods? Regardless, the vehicle passed by, but he was definitely searching for something in the quickly darkening yard. Amaury had to find the others, and fast.
Sprinting as fast as he could across the yard, he could hear car doors shutting, and flashlights scouring the area. But had still not found anybody himself. 'Come on guys, where are you?!' He screamed in his mind as he rounded a corner, finding one of the drop pods. Good! Without hesitation he ran to it and jumped inside, looking around but still finding nothing. Had everyone vanished? What was going on?! But as quickly as he exited the pod, he could hear a commotion, and screaming. "Freeze! Hands up, don't move!" He could hear faintly, and knowing that this couldn't be good, immediately dashed towards the scene, climbing ontop of the Debris in his way and running along the top of it.
Jumping between two shipping containers, he slid to a stop just above the scene to analyze what was going on. As he had predicted, one of the Federal officers was holding some of his crew at gun point, blinding them with a flashlight as he shakily pointed his handgun at them. "Don't move! I will shoot!" He yelled, as one of them moved alittle towards their sidearms. Amaury could barely identify the faces of those being held at gunpoint, but as he shifted alittle closer towards them, it became clear that Corina was one of them. Some of them seemed injured, including Corina, who was sitting on the ground holding her leg. One of them even seemed to be unconscious, or dead. They must have been separated as well. "Damnit..." Amaury mumbled, watching as the officer keyed up his radio and began to speak into. "28-40, I've got multiple hostiles in this zone. That crazy tip was right, there are rebels here." He said as the radio immediately beeped back. "Alright 10-4, you know the standing on rebels. Execute on sight." Amaury couldn't wait any longer, and as that transmission ended, jumped down between the two of them, to the side of the officer.
"Put your weapon down!" Amaury yelled, pointing his own sidearm towards the officer, who jumped at the harsh interruption of Amaury's voice. "S-Shit, there is more of them!" The officer yelled, screaming that into the microphone as he pointed his weapon now towards Amaury. The attention of the other Zeon rebels had now turned to Amaury, who seemed to show up at just the right time. "Amaury!" Corina yelled as the guard yelled. "Shut up!" Amaury stepped away from his crew mates slowly, trying to create a gap between the crosshairs. "I said put the gun down!" Amaury demanded again, as the officer scoffed, shaking his hands. "I'm not going to listen to you terrorists!" He yelled back, turning and shooting one of the crew members who had been reaching for his rifle, striking him in the arm as the others gasped, one kneeling down to help him. "Don't touch your weapons!" He yelled, looking back at Amaury, who in turn had been looking at Corina to make sure she was not the one who had been shot.
"Amaury he-" Corina started, the guard pointing it at her next. "I SAID SHUT UP!" He screamed loudly, aiming it right at her head as she shuttered gasping in fear for her life. "THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WILL ASK YOU TO PUT THAT GUN DOWN!" Amaury screamed back, tensions boiling over as the officer lifted the gun to see down it's sights at Corina, and instantly Amaury opened fire, dropping the lifeless body of the guard to the ground with a short burst of brass clanging across the ground. Amaury stood still for a moment, shocked at what he had just done. But... It needed to be done. He was going to shoot her, shoot all of them! "Amaury we need to go!" Corina yelled out, breaking him free of his concentration as he looked where she was pointing, seeing flashlights running towards them.
Amaury ran to Corina, looking at her leg as she watched the flashlight. "Can you run?" He asked, watching the light as well as she shook her head no. "No, I think it's broken." She replied as Amaury didn't hesitate, holstering his sidearm and picking her up in his arms as the others grabbed the unconscious crew member and began to move, Amaury following. "We were following the others but the guards caught us. The others kept going, I don't know if they made it inside or not." Corina sad, holding onto Amaury as he looked closely, stopping when a flashlight shined down the row of shipping boxes, then continued as it passed. Hopefully they would find sanctuary soon.
A minute more of sneaking around and they had landed their mark, approaching one of the elevators and seeing the other crew members standing guard, waving them on. Taking turns, the crew members made their rush to the door, and as Amaury and Corina entered, they slammed the door shut and sealed it, and finally, Amaury was able to breath normally. "Corina!" A voice called and quickly approached, Monty appearing and staring at Amaury. "Amaury? Holy hell, your alive kid!" He yelled as Amaury stared at him, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath and letting Corina stand in one leg, leaning on him go support the other. "Thank you for getting them to safety. But we have a bit of a situation. Follow me." Monty said, motioning for them to follow him, which they did, hesitantly. "That patrol knows we are here, and there is more than likely a larger force coming our way. Especially since they know we are armed." Monty said, pointing towards a few data screens that the engineers must have gotten operational.
Approaching a chair, Amaury helped Corina sit carefully as one of the medical technicians approached her and began to look at her leg. "Have them look at your head Amaury." Corina said, seeing the blood still running from under his helmet and down his face. He nodded, smiling a bit as he turned back towards Monty. He couldn't have them look now, he knew things were going south, fast. "Green won't be back for another two days, and based on the distance from here to the nearest Federation base, we can expect company tomorrow morning at the earliest. We need to hold them back." Monty said, turning to both Amaury and the other pilots that had begun to gather around. "How did they know we would be here? We are hours from the nearest population, there was no way they would have found this place unless someone told them." One of the pilots said as Amaury nodded, and Monty sighed. "I know, I know. We will have to address this but for now, we need to prepare. The only good thing is... We found them." He said, turning and facing the large black void behind the command center as the lights inside turned on revealing what they had come for... Mobile Suits.
While at the scrapyard Richard receives a shipment from Anaheim electronics which was in a gigantic shipping container inside it contained the MSA-0011[Ext]
Code name: Ex-S Gundam and all of its weapons. The shipping crew was given shipping documents to allow the safe shipping to and on earth without the federation causing trouble for Richard or his mother. Richard's crew quickly got the shipping container inside the underground hanger bay, inside the hanger bay the maintenance crew and the technicians got to work making sure the gundam and all of its weapons worked. While the rest of the crew finished rebuilding the other suits using parts from anaheim electronics and zeonic company along with a atmospheric flight capable sled used by the federation during the days of the Titan's rule,
Richard walked into his office and immediately had a sick feeling like something was wrong. He could sense the trouble was around Monty's group of solder's, Richard quickly ran to the hanger bay and boarded the mobile suit and said to the crew "I'm taking it out is the gundam ready?" They reply "yes it is sir". Richard turns it on and it begins to move, the suit's A.I activated to help Richard. He flew the suit in its G-cruiser mode heading to help Monty's crew and to save them from impeding disaster
Code name: Ex-S Gundam and all of its weapons. The shipping crew was given shipping documents to allow the safe shipping to and on earth without the federation causing trouble for Richard or his mother. Richard's crew quickly got the shipping container inside the underground hanger bay, inside the hanger bay the maintenance crew and the technicians got to work making sure the gundam and all of its weapons worked. While the rest of the crew finished rebuilding the other suits using parts from anaheim electronics and zeonic company along with a atmospheric flight capable sled used by the federation during the days of the Titan's rule,
Richard walked into his office and immediately had a sick feeling like something was wrong. He could sense the trouble was around Monty's group of solder's, Richard quickly ran to the hanger bay and boarded the mobile suit and said to the crew "I'm taking it out is the gundam ready?" They reply "yes it is sir". Richard turns it on and it begins to move, the suit's A.I activated to help Richard. He flew the suit in its G-cruiser mode heading to help Monty's crew and to save them from impeding disaster
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