Space. The promises of space held such high hopes for humanity. A once thought, never ending expanse that would forever unroll, holding it’s secrets within, quickly shrank with the advent of modern technology. The far, unexplored regions of space, blacked out across all maps, suddenly became encased in light, shining bright for all forms of adventurers and entrepreneurs alike to stake a claim in. The year is 1999 A.D. In the shadow of the 3rd World War, rose the Earth Federation. With it’s sudo-knightly portrayal of world peace, the Federation received absolute power over the earth’s territories and dived them into 11 districts, and maintained a tight, militaristic grip to prevent the outbreak of what would be the 4th world war. At this time, a hopeful few in idealistic sect of the Federation announced plans to begin ‘Space Colonization’ within the next 20 years, should the war ever come.
However, war never came. In 2005 A.D., work on the first two space colonies begins. Countless hours of manpower consumed, trillions of dollars and tons of resources diverted into space. 40 years of constant, hard labor yielded the Federation’s first two Colonies at Side 1, the first grouping of colonies. In 2045, with a population of over 9 Billion, the Earth began to migrate en mass citizens of the most congested areas, therefore causing the first instance of the human race living in space. To signify such a magnificent mark on the timeline of humanities’ existence, the Federation began to address this new, golden era as Universal Century… and this is where the story begins.
Laplace Station, a massive colony within Earth’s orbit intended to be the residence of Earth’s Prime Minister, Ricardo Marcenas, is constructed at the same time period. Celebrating the transition into Universal Century, Prime Minister Marcenas holds a ceremony in which he began to unveil the ‘New Constitution’ of the U.C., including the right of the colonies to govern themselves, free of the Earth Federation. Unfortunately, a horrific terrorist attack occurred, blasting a massive hole into the space station’s residential section, killing all inhabitants of the station, including the Prime Minister, and losing his message of Colonial independence. In response to the Laplace incident, the Federation forced all Colonies to exist under their control, and became subservient to the Earth, being forced to live under them, both on an economic and social scale. Those living in the colonies began to be known as ‘Spacenoids’, derogatory in nature, this label did nothing but drive another wedge into the terrestrial divide. The colonies themselves became nothing more than dumping grounds; places where the federation would forcefully deport unwanted inhabitants of earth, without say of the civilians, or the colonies. The colonies remained in disarray and a cycle of poor leadership until U.C. 0046, with the rise of a one Zeon Zum Deikun.
Zeon Zum Deikun. To mention his name aboard the colonies today would be almost heresy, and possibly result in arrest in the presence of anyone loyal enough to the Federation. But, to many still, he was the man who changed everything. A man who, amongst great depression, brought relief. Amongst scattered disarray and mistrust, brought guidance, and trust. With his deep, heartfelt messages about humanities destiny in the stars, he filled the hearts and minds of all he preached to with hope. Hope that one day, all of the suffering would end. On U.C. 0058, Side 3, now home to Deikun declares it’s independence from the Federation. The Republic of Zeon is born. One year later in response, the Federation places strict sanctions on the new republic, in hopes of choking out the fledgling country be disrupting the supplies of vital materials; food, water, resources. But, Deikun never faltered. He knew that Zeon would prosper. With fear of possible Earth Federation military action against Zeon and observing increased Federal troop build-up, Zeon forms an organized standing army to better defend itself against any attempt to demolish its sovereignty. Nine years later on Earth, a motion was brought forward to the Federation’s government to allow colonial autonomy. It was immediately denounced, and the intentions of the Earth Federation to rule over the colonies once again made clear, rising tensions between the two even higher than before.
In October of 0068, tragedy strikes the colonies at the death of their hero and leader; Zeon Zum Deikun. In the wake of his death, Deikun’s political rival, Degwin Sodo Zabi, declares that he would rule Zeon, now renamed the Principality of Zeon, and begins a massive arms race amongst the colonies to quadruple the Zeon army. Millions of young men and women flood recruiting offices, eager to defend their home from what was certain to soon be an armed conflict with Earth. Following in Zeon’s footsteps, other Sides and colonies begin to revolt from Federation control, and soon, Zeon was not alone.
On January 3rd, 0079, The One Year War begins. Launching a surprise attack, Zeon strikes at the remaining Colony Sides of Side 1, Side 2 and Side 4. A month later, with the colonies that were not destroyed secured, Zeon turned its attention to Earth, and began to invade, catching the Federation off guard with their massive deployment of the new Zaku II, slaughtering federation naval vessels to allow the ground invasions to proceed almost uncontested. Now, with unhindered resource gathering across massive sections of Europe, Africa, Asia, North America and the Middle East, Zeon begins to retro fit it’s military, developing more advanced mobile suits and weaponry, continuing to crush the Federation, who’s own military struggled to advance past traditional tanks. However, this advantage is not maintained, and by January of the following year, The One Year War ends, with the withdrawal of all Zeon forces from Earth, back to the reformed Republic of Zeon in space. An uneasy peace fall across Humanity as both sides begin to heal and recover from the devastating loss of almost half of the human population.
The twenty years that followed the war were littered with more conflicts than can be counted. Federation troops continued to oppress the citizens of the colonies, massacring those who stood against them in any way. Chemical attacks, Colony drops, Nuclear weapons. Millions more died under Federal rule, even after the peace treaty was long signed, stirring up more and more Anti-Federation movements, all rushed beneath the Federation’s iron grip. Even legendary war hero Char Aznable, who seized control of Zeon in the 80’s, launched multiple attempts over the two decades to return the power to its former high, however, he is eventually killed in action, marking the end of the Republic of Zeon.
In the early months of U.C. 0100, the Republic of Zeon surrenders unconditionally to the Federation, giving up its autonomy, dissolving quietly into the night. Believing that, after nearly 50 years, they had finally secured their colonies once again, the Federation declares that all hostilities have ceased, and that their could finally be peace amongst the human population.
Peace never lasts…
For the next 11 years, the Federation continued to place sanctions and strict, imposing legislation onto the colonies, as if to punish them for trying to gain their freedom. Any sort of rambling of rebellion, any one peaceful protest of Federal rule, any tag a graffiti that even as much as denounced the ‘good name’ of Earth was dealt with harshly. The jail time, excessive. Many times, demonstrations result in bloodshed as Federation police forces began to lose patience, but, in U.C. 0111, in the Side 3, Close-Type Colony of Dresden, tensions came to a boiling point. A two week protest by civilians of Dresden over the economic sanctions, combined with forced over population, that had plagued the colony began to escalate into violence. As Federation Police forces pressured the protestors to disperse, they became violent in their methods, and the protestors responded. The acting commander of the Federation Garrison Police Force, Colonel William Arndt, seeing only the outbreak of the violence on the protestors part and not the brutality of his own forces, gave the order to open fire into the crowd, ironically in order to stop the escalation of the violence. Heading his orders, with the police force caring not for the colonists, they opened fire wantonly into the crowd with not only small arms fire, but with their RGM-89D Jegan Mobile Suits. Witnessing the destruction playing out, an Ex-Zeon Pilot named James Redman, now working for the Federation became overwhelmed with the agony of the colonists and responded. Using his own 89D, he laid into the Federation forces, devastating 8 city blocks and destroying 5 hostile Jegan’s before his own unit faulted and collapsed to the ground below. Pulled from his Mobile Suit and beaten in the street, Redman was dragged to a media station where he was confronted with Colonel Arndt. Arndt proceeded to removed his sidearm from his holster and target Redman, then executed him on live broadcast to the entire colony. Redman’s last words before being executed; “Sieg Zeon!”
Amidst the two weeks that followed the Dresden Massacre, movements were made in the underground of Side 3 to respond to this act of senseless violence. Unknown to the Federation, something was coming. And this time, it was not a Neo-Zeon ‘Movement’. This was more than Char, more than any war that had been fought before. This was all or nothing. This would be the return of Zeon.
However, war never came. In 2005 A.D., work on the first two space colonies begins. Countless hours of manpower consumed, trillions of dollars and tons of resources diverted into space. 40 years of constant, hard labor yielded the Federation’s first two Colonies at Side 1, the first grouping of colonies. In 2045, with a population of over 9 Billion, the Earth began to migrate en mass citizens of the most congested areas, therefore causing the first instance of the human race living in space. To signify such a magnificent mark on the timeline of humanities’ existence, the Federation began to address this new, golden era as Universal Century… and this is where the story begins.
Laplace Station, a massive colony within Earth’s orbit intended to be the residence of Earth’s Prime Minister, Ricardo Marcenas, is constructed at the same time period. Celebrating the transition into Universal Century, Prime Minister Marcenas holds a ceremony in which he began to unveil the ‘New Constitution’ of the U.C., including the right of the colonies to govern themselves, free of the Earth Federation. Unfortunately, a horrific terrorist attack occurred, blasting a massive hole into the space station’s residential section, killing all inhabitants of the station, including the Prime Minister, and losing his message of Colonial independence. In response to the Laplace incident, the Federation forced all Colonies to exist under their control, and became subservient to the Earth, being forced to live under them, both on an economic and social scale. Those living in the colonies began to be known as ‘Spacenoids’, derogatory in nature, this label did nothing but drive another wedge into the terrestrial divide. The colonies themselves became nothing more than dumping grounds; places where the federation would forcefully deport unwanted inhabitants of earth, without say of the civilians, or the colonies. The colonies remained in disarray and a cycle of poor leadership until U.C. 0046, with the rise of a one Zeon Zum Deikun.
Zeon Zum Deikun. To mention his name aboard the colonies today would be almost heresy, and possibly result in arrest in the presence of anyone loyal enough to the Federation. But, to many still, he was the man who changed everything. A man who, amongst great depression, brought relief. Amongst scattered disarray and mistrust, brought guidance, and trust. With his deep, heartfelt messages about humanities destiny in the stars, he filled the hearts and minds of all he preached to with hope. Hope that one day, all of the suffering would end. On U.C. 0058, Side 3, now home to Deikun declares it’s independence from the Federation. The Republic of Zeon is born. One year later in response, the Federation places strict sanctions on the new republic, in hopes of choking out the fledgling country be disrupting the supplies of vital materials; food, water, resources. But, Deikun never faltered. He knew that Zeon would prosper. With fear of possible Earth Federation military action against Zeon and observing increased Federal troop build-up, Zeon forms an organized standing army to better defend itself against any attempt to demolish its sovereignty. Nine years later on Earth, a motion was brought forward to the Federation’s government to allow colonial autonomy. It was immediately denounced, and the intentions of the Earth Federation to rule over the colonies once again made clear, rising tensions between the two even higher than before.
In October of 0068, tragedy strikes the colonies at the death of their hero and leader; Zeon Zum Deikun. In the wake of his death, Deikun’s political rival, Degwin Sodo Zabi, declares that he would rule Zeon, now renamed the Principality of Zeon, and begins a massive arms race amongst the colonies to quadruple the Zeon army. Millions of young men and women flood recruiting offices, eager to defend their home from what was certain to soon be an armed conflict with Earth. Following in Zeon’s footsteps, other Sides and colonies begin to revolt from Federation control, and soon, Zeon was not alone.
On January 3rd, 0079, The One Year War begins. Launching a surprise attack, Zeon strikes at the remaining Colony Sides of Side 1, Side 2 and Side 4. A month later, with the colonies that were not destroyed secured, Zeon turned its attention to Earth, and began to invade, catching the Federation off guard with their massive deployment of the new Zaku II, slaughtering federation naval vessels to allow the ground invasions to proceed almost uncontested. Now, with unhindered resource gathering across massive sections of Europe, Africa, Asia, North America and the Middle East, Zeon begins to retro fit it’s military, developing more advanced mobile suits and weaponry, continuing to crush the Federation, who’s own military struggled to advance past traditional tanks. However, this advantage is not maintained, and by January of the following year, The One Year War ends, with the withdrawal of all Zeon forces from Earth, back to the reformed Republic of Zeon in space. An uneasy peace fall across Humanity as both sides begin to heal and recover from the devastating loss of almost half of the human population.
The twenty years that followed the war were littered with more conflicts than can be counted. Federation troops continued to oppress the citizens of the colonies, massacring those who stood against them in any way. Chemical attacks, Colony drops, Nuclear weapons. Millions more died under Federal rule, even after the peace treaty was long signed, stirring up more and more Anti-Federation movements, all rushed beneath the Federation’s iron grip. Even legendary war hero Char Aznable, who seized control of Zeon in the 80’s, launched multiple attempts over the two decades to return the power to its former high, however, he is eventually killed in action, marking the end of the Republic of Zeon.
In the early months of U.C. 0100, the Republic of Zeon surrenders unconditionally to the Federation, giving up its autonomy, dissolving quietly into the night. Believing that, after nearly 50 years, they had finally secured their colonies once again, the Federation declares that all hostilities have ceased, and that their could finally be peace amongst the human population.
Peace never lasts…
For the next 11 years, the Federation continued to place sanctions and strict, imposing legislation onto the colonies, as if to punish them for trying to gain their freedom. Any sort of rambling of rebellion, any one peaceful protest of Federal rule, any tag a graffiti that even as much as denounced the ‘good name’ of Earth was dealt with harshly. The jail time, excessive. Many times, demonstrations result in bloodshed as Federation police forces began to lose patience, but, in U.C. 0111, in the Side 3, Close-Type Colony of Dresden, tensions came to a boiling point. A two week protest by civilians of Dresden over the economic sanctions, combined with forced over population, that had plagued the colony began to escalate into violence. As Federation Police forces pressured the protestors to disperse, they became violent in their methods, and the protestors responded. The acting commander of the Federation Garrison Police Force, Colonel William Arndt, seeing only the outbreak of the violence on the protestors part and not the brutality of his own forces, gave the order to open fire into the crowd, ironically in order to stop the escalation of the violence. Heading his orders, with the police force caring not for the colonists, they opened fire wantonly into the crowd with not only small arms fire, but with their RGM-89D Jegan Mobile Suits. Witnessing the destruction playing out, an Ex-Zeon Pilot named James Redman, now working for the Federation became overwhelmed with the agony of the colonists and responded. Using his own 89D, he laid into the Federation forces, devastating 8 city blocks and destroying 5 hostile Jegan’s before his own unit faulted and collapsed to the ground below. Pulled from his Mobile Suit and beaten in the street, Redman was dragged to a media station where he was confronted with Colonel Arndt. Arndt proceeded to removed his sidearm from his holster and target Redman, then executed him on live broadcast to the entire colony. Redman’s last words before being executed; “Sieg Zeon!”
Amidst the two weeks that followed the Dresden Massacre, movements were made in the underground of Side 3 to respond to this act of senseless violence. Unknown to the Federation, something was coming. And this time, it was not a Neo-Zeon ‘Movement’. This was more than Char, more than any war that had been fought before. This was all or nothing. This would be the return of Zeon.
Richard was on a transport shuttle heading down to earth although it was his first time on earth . Richard was on a mission to find an old junk yard for mobile suit so he can start his project to start his rebellion against the federation .
Richard thinks ({Soon very soon zeon will rise again})
Richard thinks ({Soon very soon zeon will rise again})
"Next." A voice demanded down a damp, dark hallway, a shadowed figure stood and proceeded into the doorframe nearest to them where the only glimmer of light came from. Amaury turned his head and watched as they entered, almost afraid to stare too long. The armed guard in the hallway stared at Amaury, continuing to smoke his cigarette and hold onto his SMG comfortably, yet tightly just in case anything escalated inside the room. This was all... Sketchy. When he was told to come here to speak with the movement leaders, he never assumed it would be like this. An abandoned water recycling plant on the south side of the colony near the docks was not what he imagined would be the assembly point for those interested in this kind if work. If one could call it work. Work signified that this was a job, when in actuality to so many, it was a duty.
"Next." The voice called again as another stood and entered the room, and next would be Amaury. His heartbeat unintentionally began to race, nervous about what would come on the other side of that door. What if they didn't accept him into the organization? He knew what was going on here, they wouldn't just allow him to leave. He would never be allowed go leave, even if he was allowed to live. The door opens suddenly, and Amaury swallowed what little saliva built up in his dry mouth before standing, even before they called for him. "Next." Filled the hallway, and immediately Amaury was at the door, causing the man at the door, who had been looking down at a clip board, to jump in the air slightly. "Jesus Christ," he cursed, holding his chest as he inhaled a deep breath. "Don't do that. Let's go." He replied, leading Amaury down a hallway as the door closed behind them.
A single hallway quickly lead to a flight of stairs and then another hallway, until finally they came to a door. The silence that filled the lower corridors of this facility was sobering, sending chills down Amaury's spine, and as the gears in the door rotated and unlocked, they only got worse. Almost blinded by the light emerging from the well-lit room, Amaury covered his eyes until they adjusted to find a U-shaped desk with several men and women, some wearing uniforms, others suits or lab coats. "Amaury Dietrich?" A voice asked as Amaury was pushed into the room, the door locking behind him. Nervously Amaury swallowed and nodded, placing his hands behind his back as he carefully looked around. This people were intimidating. Their presence almost crushing in nature.
"It says your father was a Soldier with the Principality during the One Year War?" One of the interviewers asked, looking at the boy's file as he nodded. "Y-Yes sir. H-he was with the 107th Terrestrial Assault Force as a Zaku II pilot that landed in North America." Hememorized as another spoke up. "Where is your father now?" Amaury looked at the speaker for just a second before looking down at the floor cautiously. "He, err... He was killed shortly after the Gryps Conflict during the first Neo-Zeon uprising. Before I was born." His response was short, almost lacking in emotion. As if he had told the story before, having it memorized and being able to ramble it off like a machine.
The room was silent for only a split second before a few of the men began to talk amidst themselves. He could exactly hear what they were saying, but he swore he heard the word newtype whispered. Newtype? Yes, at this point in type, the world was well aware of the Newtype Theory, and there had been quite alot of Newtypes recognized. But, he assumed, a Newtype was still a prized possession for the movement. He was unsure if he was the kind of Newtype they wanted, he didn't feel any different from anyone else. Or at least he didn't seem to. "Why are you here?" A questioner next to the center man asked sharply, a stern tone in his voice. Amaury blinked at first, looking down. Why was he here? Was that a trick question? Why the hell did they think he was here? "To j-join the movement sir. To fight for the return of Zeon." He replied, shaking a little as he felt as if he had done something wrong, like they were persecuting him. "To put an end to all of our suffering. To fight for our freedom."
The room grew quiet again as the interviewers all looked at each other, and a feeling of dread washed over the young boy, knowing now that something was wrong. Why did they seem to be changing from uninterested, to almost too interested. Suddenly a voice broke the silence, coming from the corner. Amaury though he had felt someone there, if that makes sense, but was too afraid to divert his attention from the dominant team in the room. "Oh come on, clearly he is here for the same reason we all are. Just like he said. To save us all from the Federation, before the decide to gas us all." The voice said as some of the interviewers began to look at the tall, stalky man sitting in the middle of the U. "Edward, you know you were not allowed to speak in these meetings." The center head scolded calmly as the figure in the shadows of the room came forward. "Well I'm sorry Admiral, but you are all missing something. I mean come on, son of a pilot? Survived the Great War and moved on to fight for Neo-Zeon in the first uprising? What more do you need. Clearly he is a pilot, and we need pilots. Its not a choice. He is dedicated or else he wouldnt risk to come here, and he clearly has the potential, let him go." Preached this, 'Edward', as he placed his hand on Amaury's shoulder, standing just a little taller than him. From the corner of his eye, Amaury could tell that he was wearing a uniform, so he must have been a soldier. He also spoke with an accent, which he believed to be from England, or somewhere around that Earth location. And from the way he was speaking, he assumed he was also a pilot. A brief staring match followed between the Admiral and Edward, before the Admiral sighed. "Fine, take him. Start him on the training immediately, but if this fails, its on your head." He stated as a door to the side opened, and Amaury's face lit up. "Welcome to the Republic of Zeon son." The Admiral finished as he picked up the next applicants file. Finally, he was part of something he had been forced to sit back and watch his whole life.
"Thank you Admiral." Amaury said as he saluted and immediately followed in behind Edward, who was blatantly grinning at the Admiral before walking into the doorway. Waiting until the doorway sealed, Amaury immediately spoke up. "Thanks for your help back there Edward." He said quietly, still shaking a little from the persecution. He looked around the hallway, which seemed to be leading even deeper into the abandoned plant. Edward looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Eh, don't mention it. And its Monty, don't call me Edward. I despise that name." He said with a chuckle as Amaury acknowledge his request. "Alright, Monty. Gotcha. So, where do I start?" He asked. He was confused and in the dark about where he was going now. This was completely uncharted land he was is now, and it made him feel uneasy to say the least. "First let's get you a uniform. Then, your going right to the simulator. We need to see what your father left you beside your name." Amaury blinked and stopped for a brief second before following Monty once more. So he would be a pilot? That was more he could have asked for. All he had to do now was not blow his shot.
"Next." The voice called again as another stood and entered the room, and next would be Amaury. His heartbeat unintentionally began to race, nervous about what would come on the other side of that door. What if they didn't accept him into the organization? He knew what was going on here, they wouldn't just allow him to leave. He would never be allowed go leave, even if he was allowed to live. The door opens suddenly, and Amaury swallowed what little saliva built up in his dry mouth before standing, even before they called for him. "Next." Filled the hallway, and immediately Amaury was at the door, causing the man at the door, who had been looking down at a clip board, to jump in the air slightly. "Jesus Christ," he cursed, holding his chest as he inhaled a deep breath. "Don't do that. Let's go." He replied, leading Amaury down a hallway as the door closed behind them.
A single hallway quickly lead to a flight of stairs and then another hallway, until finally they came to a door. The silence that filled the lower corridors of this facility was sobering, sending chills down Amaury's spine, and as the gears in the door rotated and unlocked, they only got worse. Almost blinded by the light emerging from the well-lit room, Amaury covered his eyes until they adjusted to find a U-shaped desk with several men and women, some wearing uniforms, others suits or lab coats. "Amaury Dietrich?" A voice asked as Amaury was pushed into the room, the door locking behind him. Nervously Amaury swallowed and nodded, placing his hands behind his back as he carefully looked around. This people were intimidating. Their presence almost crushing in nature.
"It says your father was a Soldier with the Principality during the One Year War?" One of the interviewers asked, looking at the boy's file as he nodded. "Y-Yes sir. H-he was with the 107th Terrestrial Assault Force as a Zaku II pilot that landed in North America." Hememorized as another spoke up. "Where is your father now?" Amaury looked at the speaker for just a second before looking down at the floor cautiously. "He, err... He was killed shortly after the Gryps Conflict during the first Neo-Zeon uprising. Before I was born." His response was short, almost lacking in emotion. As if he had told the story before, having it memorized and being able to ramble it off like a machine.
The room was silent for only a split second before a few of the men began to talk amidst themselves. He could exactly hear what they were saying, but he swore he heard the word newtype whispered. Newtype? Yes, at this point in type, the world was well aware of the Newtype Theory, and there had been quite alot of Newtypes recognized. But, he assumed, a Newtype was still a prized possession for the movement. He was unsure if he was the kind of Newtype they wanted, he didn't feel any different from anyone else. Or at least he didn't seem to. "Why are you here?" A questioner next to the center man asked sharply, a stern tone in his voice. Amaury blinked at first, looking down. Why was he here? Was that a trick question? Why the hell did they think he was here? "To j-join the movement sir. To fight for the return of Zeon." He replied, shaking a little as he felt as if he had done something wrong, like they were persecuting him. "To put an end to all of our suffering. To fight for our freedom."
The room grew quiet again as the interviewers all looked at each other, and a feeling of dread washed over the young boy, knowing now that something was wrong. Why did they seem to be changing from uninterested, to almost too interested. Suddenly a voice broke the silence, coming from the corner. Amaury though he had felt someone there, if that makes sense, but was too afraid to divert his attention from the dominant team in the room. "Oh come on, clearly he is here for the same reason we all are. Just like he said. To save us all from the Federation, before the decide to gas us all." The voice said as some of the interviewers began to look at the tall, stalky man sitting in the middle of the U. "Edward, you know you were not allowed to speak in these meetings." The center head scolded calmly as the figure in the shadows of the room came forward. "Well I'm sorry Admiral, but you are all missing something. I mean come on, son of a pilot? Survived the Great War and moved on to fight for Neo-Zeon in the first uprising? What more do you need. Clearly he is a pilot, and we need pilots. Its not a choice. He is dedicated or else he wouldnt risk to come here, and he clearly has the potential, let him go." Preached this, 'Edward', as he placed his hand on Amaury's shoulder, standing just a little taller than him. From the corner of his eye, Amaury could tell that he was wearing a uniform, so he must have been a soldier. He also spoke with an accent, which he believed to be from England, or somewhere around that Earth location. And from the way he was speaking, he assumed he was also a pilot. A brief staring match followed between the Admiral and Edward, before the Admiral sighed. "Fine, take him. Start him on the training immediately, but if this fails, its on your head." He stated as a door to the side opened, and Amaury's face lit up. "Welcome to the Republic of Zeon son." The Admiral finished as he picked up the next applicants file. Finally, he was part of something he had been forced to sit back and watch his whole life.
"Thank you Admiral." Amaury said as he saluted and immediately followed in behind Edward, who was blatantly grinning at the Admiral before walking into the doorway. Waiting until the doorway sealed, Amaury immediately spoke up. "Thanks for your help back there Edward." He said quietly, still shaking a little from the persecution. He looked around the hallway, which seemed to be leading even deeper into the abandoned plant. Edward looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Eh, don't mention it. And its Monty, don't call me Edward. I despise that name." He said with a chuckle as Amaury acknowledge his request. "Alright, Monty. Gotcha. So, where do I start?" He asked. He was confused and in the dark about where he was going now. This was completely uncharted land he was is now, and it made him feel uneasy to say the least. "First let's get you a uniform. Then, your going right to the simulator. We need to see what your father left you beside your name." Amaury blinked and stopped for a brief second before following Monty once more. So he would be a pilot? That was more he could have asked for. All he had to do now was not blow his shot.
While on earth he ventured to many of the junk yards that have collected the old damaged mobile suits and placed them there Richard sees one of the junk yard's owner and he addresses that it is indeed for sale .soon after Richard purchase's the old junk yard for a fraction of the price .
Richard begins searching for a good mobile suit to repair for his use with the deal he made with zimmad and zeonic companies in the homeland soon he will have the necessary parts and weapons for his mobile suit .while on earth he begins his work checking on the old mobile suits
Richard begins searching for a good mobile suit to repair for his use with the deal he made with zimmad and zeonic companies in the homeland soon he will have the necessary parts and weapons for his mobile suit .while on earth he begins his work checking on the old mobile suits
According to the deal that Richard made both companies began to ship down to him the component needed to adapt the mobile suit he found to accept a wide variety of weapons . to his amazement richard found the old body of the mobile suit ms14f gelgoog marine along with a very old tunnel digger that works ,
While richard secretly begins to dig a tunnel underneath the junkyard the ship from zimmad company and zeonic company containing the equipment needed is being loaded at side 3 and awaiting instructions
While richard secretly begins to dig a tunnel underneath the junkyard the ship from zimmad company and zeonic company containing the equipment needed is being loaded at side 3 and awaiting instructions
Three weeks passed since his acceptance into The Movement, and since then, nothing has been the same. What once was an ordinary life routine; wake up, shower, get dressed, go to work, go home, repeat; became nothing more than train. Train. Train. Train. Every morning from sun up, to sun down, Amaury spent in the simulators in the old purification filter rooms deep within the compound, slaving through virtually every single aspect of operating a Mobile Suit. Pre-flight, fire up, ignition, shut down. Everything. All of this was recorded, observed, rated. They were all being judged and ranked based on performance, Amaury and his peers. There was about forty of them so far, excluding Monty. He may not have known it when they first met, but Monty was actually the lead pilot amongst the still-growing Mobile Suit Corps. Now, the movement was growing stronger. Their numbers multiplying into the hundreds, but only a few of them were even considered to be pilots. And with good reason too, with there only being a few mobile suits that could possibly be in working order, they couldn't risk an untrained pilot ruining a fully functional Mobile Suit.
For Amaury, the issue wasn't that he couldn't grasp the concept of piloting the Zaku; it was it's combat limitations. On the virtual range, he could nail every target down range. Past the limitstions of the Zaku targeting computers, able to lead targets that moved top fast for aging processors. From Type 61 Tanks, to GM-Series Federation Mobile Suits. His accuracy with the 120mm Machine Gun was almost disturbing to the proctors, watching his in-simulation footage. Finally, some of the observers began to worry that this boy may be a Federation Pilot, could have possibly lied to join the Movement. Suspecting this, they had called Monty to the observation room, just as Amaury was exiting the simulation after an extended test flight.
Pulling his helmet from his head, he looked up, seeing the conversation play out in front of him. He could see the stern look of the observers, then fell under the scrutiny of Monty's black eyes. Damn. This couldn't be good. Nervously, he climbed from the simulation and placed his helmet down on the table in the center of the large open room just as one of the mechanics walked towards him. "Nice work, we were watching you on the screen up there. Pretty impressive that you were able to bullseye that GM's sensor that the two-thousand yard mark. Even the Sniper Zaku's have a hard time accomplishing that." The girl said to him. Her initially words surprised him, not realizing she was there as he focused on Monty in the control room. "Uh, thanks." He replied, trying not to show that she had startled him, but embarrassing himself all the same as his mind fell blank. His eyes focused on the girl, seeing that she must have been a mobile suit mechanic, her long black hair braded underneath her Zeon cap. "Oh, I'm sorry." The girl replied swiftly, feeling embarrassed of herself. "I'm Corina. I'm one of the mechanics here. Well, learning to be. I'm still in the basics. Hydraulic movements of Zeon mobile suits, beam weapon systems. You know, simple things." She rambled on, causing Amaury to smile a little, confused. He was glad she thought that was all simple, because that was all Greek to him. "Well, Corina, its nice to meet you. I'm Amaury." He said, kindly placing his hand forward, meeting with hers. The slightest red tinge crawled across both of their faces, but was swept away as Monty came stomping
"Amaury, get back in your pod." He said as Amaury blinked. "I-I don't understand Monty, is something wrong?" He asked shakily while Monty picked up the boys helmet and tossed it to him. "NOW Amaury, let's go." He yelled, loud enough at everyone in the room was staring at them now, Monty grabbing his own helmet and heading for a pod a few down from Amaury's. "You and me, now." He demanded again. Amaury swallowed harshly as all eyes were on him specifically. "Crap..." He mumbled, placing the ground-type combat helmet on his head, tightening the straps around his chin. Firmly he grasped the handles on the side of the ladder, and slid into the cockpit, sealing the doors behind him. This was going to suck, one way or another.
Amaury didn't have to look to realize at this point that everyone in the hangar was now huddled around the monitors that displayed the simulations. They knew that what was about to happen, had not happened before. Sure, the trainees would dual to increase their skills. But never has Monty, the leader of this entire program, dualed a student. With a deep breath, Amaury began to fire up the simulator, selecting the only Mobile Suit he could, a Zaku II with standard armament. 120mm Mg, Heat Hawk, 6 single-use Calf rockets and the standard 3 shot bazooka. As nervous as he was, he believed this standard setup would be enough to combat whatever Monty was bringing to the table.
The simulation began to count down for forty. It would be a preset battle, dropping directly into the 1v1 combat. The counter seemed to be counting slower and slower, until he watched the finally 5 digits turn as slow as possible, the screen fade to black, and then found himself in an extremely vivid and detailed wartorn city, staring down his target about five thousand yard. A 07B-3 Gouf Custom, armed to the teeth with not one, but two 75mm Vulcan Cannons. "H-How... How did he get that?!" Amaury called over the radio, which echoed through the garage area. He was under the assumption that the Pods could only recreate Zaku II software. This was almost cheating in his eyes. "Listen, Im not going to lie. The Eggheads upstairs think that your some kind of Feddie spy. I say that your just a good pilot, so we are going to find out." Monty replied, Amaury grinding his teeth. Federation spy? What was this nonsense about? "I don't understand-" Amaury called back across the comms, before a short, harsh burst of fire clanged against his Zaku, causing him to kneel behind a collapsed building to take cover. "Your job isn't to understand, it is to take orders! Now fight or get out of my program!" Monty screamed, blasting into the building with both of his weapons systems.
His cover disappearing, Amaury relocates to a harder surface and lifted his Bazooka, launching one of the rounds towards the Gouf, only to have it swatted from the sky by the dual rotating Vulcans. "Damnit!" Amaury screamed, prepping a second rocket as the Gouf sprang on top of the building above him. Forced to act quickly, the boy lifted the bazooka and point blanked the Gouf, sending it flying off of the building, metal shards dropping onto the Zaku. He had to hand it to these simulations, they had all the right equipment to make this all seem real. Unfortunately, his rocket launcher seemed to have been damaged from the shot, rendering it useless. Dropping the launcher and loading his 120mil, he advances into the smoke clouds concealing the area around the building, scanning the area for any signs of Monty. He wasn't done yet.
For Amaury, the issue wasn't that he couldn't grasp the concept of piloting the Zaku; it was it's combat limitations. On the virtual range, he could nail every target down range. Past the limitstions of the Zaku targeting computers, able to lead targets that moved top fast for aging processors. From Type 61 Tanks, to GM-Series Federation Mobile Suits. His accuracy with the 120mm Machine Gun was almost disturbing to the proctors, watching his in-simulation footage. Finally, some of the observers began to worry that this boy may be a Federation Pilot, could have possibly lied to join the Movement. Suspecting this, they had called Monty to the observation room, just as Amaury was exiting the simulation after an extended test flight.
Pulling his helmet from his head, he looked up, seeing the conversation play out in front of him. He could see the stern look of the observers, then fell under the scrutiny of Monty's black eyes. Damn. This couldn't be good. Nervously, he climbed from the simulation and placed his helmet down on the table in the center of the large open room just as one of the mechanics walked towards him. "Nice work, we were watching you on the screen up there. Pretty impressive that you were able to bullseye that GM's sensor that the two-thousand yard mark. Even the Sniper Zaku's have a hard time accomplishing that." The girl said to him. Her initially words surprised him, not realizing she was there as he focused on Monty in the control room. "Uh, thanks." He replied, trying not to show that she had startled him, but embarrassing himself all the same as his mind fell blank. His eyes focused on the girl, seeing that she must have been a mobile suit mechanic, her long black hair braded underneath her Zeon cap. "Oh, I'm sorry." The girl replied swiftly, feeling embarrassed of herself. "I'm Corina. I'm one of the mechanics here. Well, learning to be. I'm still in the basics. Hydraulic movements of Zeon mobile suits, beam weapon systems. You know, simple things." She rambled on, causing Amaury to smile a little, confused. He was glad she thought that was all simple, because that was all Greek to him. "Well, Corina, its nice to meet you. I'm Amaury." He said, kindly placing his hand forward, meeting with hers. The slightest red tinge crawled across both of their faces, but was swept away as Monty came stomping
"Amaury, get back in your pod." He said as Amaury blinked. "I-I don't understand Monty, is something wrong?" He asked shakily while Monty picked up the boys helmet and tossed it to him. "NOW Amaury, let's go." He yelled, loud enough at everyone in the room was staring at them now, Monty grabbing his own helmet and heading for a pod a few down from Amaury's. "You and me, now." He demanded again. Amaury swallowed harshly as all eyes were on him specifically. "Crap..." He mumbled, placing the ground-type combat helmet on his head, tightening the straps around his chin. Firmly he grasped the handles on the side of the ladder, and slid into the cockpit, sealing the doors behind him. This was going to suck, one way or another.
Amaury didn't have to look to realize at this point that everyone in the hangar was now huddled around the monitors that displayed the simulations. They knew that what was about to happen, had not happened before. Sure, the trainees would dual to increase their skills. But never has Monty, the leader of this entire program, dualed a student. With a deep breath, Amaury began to fire up the simulator, selecting the only Mobile Suit he could, a Zaku II with standard armament. 120mm Mg, Heat Hawk, 6 single-use Calf rockets and the standard 3 shot bazooka. As nervous as he was, he believed this standard setup would be enough to combat whatever Monty was bringing to the table.
The simulation began to count down for forty. It would be a preset battle, dropping directly into the 1v1 combat. The counter seemed to be counting slower and slower, until he watched the finally 5 digits turn as slow as possible, the screen fade to black, and then found himself in an extremely vivid and detailed wartorn city, staring down his target about five thousand yard. A 07B-3 Gouf Custom, armed to the teeth with not one, but two 75mm Vulcan Cannons. "H-How... How did he get that?!" Amaury called over the radio, which echoed through the garage area. He was under the assumption that the Pods could only recreate Zaku II software. This was almost cheating in his eyes. "Listen, Im not going to lie. The Eggheads upstairs think that your some kind of Feddie spy. I say that your just a good pilot, so we are going to find out." Monty replied, Amaury grinding his teeth. Federation spy? What was this nonsense about? "I don't understand-" Amaury called back across the comms, before a short, harsh burst of fire clanged against his Zaku, causing him to kneel behind a collapsed building to take cover. "Your job isn't to understand, it is to take orders! Now fight or get out of my program!" Monty screamed, blasting into the building with both of his weapons systems.
His cover disappearing, Amaury relocates to a harder surface and lifted his Bazooka, launching one of the rounds towards the Gouf, only to have it swatted from the sky by the dual rotating Vulcans. "Damnit!" Amaury screamed, prepping a second rocket as the Gouf sprang on top of the building above him. Forced to act quickly, the boy lifted the bazooka and point blanked the Gouf, sending it flying off of the building, metal shards dropping onto the Zaku. He had to hand it to these simulations, they had all the right equipment to make this all seem real. Unfortunately, his rocket launcher seemed to have been damaged from the shot, rendering it useless. Dropping the launcher and loading his 120mil, he advances into the smoke clouds concealing the area around the building, scanning the area for any signs of Monty. He wasn't done yet.
Its been three weeks since Richard began to repair the gelgoog marine type and began to build the tunnel base underneath the junk yard even with the constant federation forces dropping off their old damaged or destroyed suits at his junkyard they haven't noticed the what was going on there . while on his latest search Richard finds to his amazement an almost completely intact Pegasus class ship just sitting in the new area that he had made available for use .walking inside it had made it perfectly appointed that he could also restore this and had completely battle and space worthy in a few months with help from Anaheim electronics lucky for him his sister works for themhe thought as he began his brisk walk to his home and as he walked down stairs into the underground base . while there he had finished working on his cover and brought in more people to help him from the homeland,
As Richard sends word to the ship awaiting launch to go ahead and launch from Side 3 .just as richard starts up his gelgoog marine type to see it come to life and move
As Richard sends word to the ship awaiting launch to go ahead and launch from Side 3 .just as richard starts up his gelgoog marine type to see it come to life and move
Progressing cautiously into the smoke, Amaury carefully maintained a watchful eye across all of his screen, nervously swallowing what little saliva had built up in his dry mouth. "Come on, come on... I know you are here." He mumbled to himself silently, just seconds before the Gouf appeared through the dust, almost directly against his Zaku. "GUAH!" Amaury yelled as he tried to move, but the speed at which Monty revealed himself was so sudden that the warning system in the Zaku went off two seconds after he arrived. Reacting as fast as he could, Amaury pulled the trigger, but found himself dumping all of his ammunition directly into the ground near the Gouf, which held the gun down to the side. "Come on Amaury, you have to do better than that!" Monty called out the boy across the radio, using the Gouf's fist to smash into the cockpit, setting off all kinds of alarms in Amaury's cockpit.
Twitching in frustration and annoyance, Amaury thrust himself backwards and threw the 120mm MG directly at the Gouf, banging across the unit's head and cracking the single sensor unit. "Damnit Amaury, who the hell does that..." Monty complained, his vision now distorted as he lifted his remaining Vulcan cannon and depressed the trigger. The signature humming sound of dozens of 75mm Vulcan rounds a second dumping from the barrels of the weapon were interrupted with their contact against the flat metal shield on the Zaku's right shoulder. Pieces of meal shredded from the mobile suit, flying everywhere as Amaury was forces to boost backwards again, instinctively evading the rounds as best as he could. This outdated suit was so... Sluggish. So slow to response, slow to boost. It was almost hindering him, and he hated it. He was being shot because of it.
He finally managed to make some distance between his rival, moving behind buildings and through light covef until finally coming in sight of the Gouf down a large avenue. He wasn't looking at him, and was probably just noticing him on his scanners. Unsure what to do at range, and without substantial weapons, he fired all six calf rockets at Monty to try and strike him while his guard was down.
Amaury focused as the smoke cleared again, and the Gouf remained standing, now looking directly at him. Monty drew the large heat saber from the shield on his last Vulcan cannon, which he used to block to calf rockets, before ejecting it from his mobile suit. Fine. If Monty wanted to fight melee, he would do the same. Not like he had much, if any, of a choice. All of his weapons had been expended, all he had remaining was the heat hawk. He was successful in destroying both of the Gouf's weapons, but otherwise, there had been no damage dealt to the enemy. "Remember what I taught you Amaury, the heat hawk is out dated. It cannot stand up to the saber." Monty spoke over the radio in almost punitive manor, just as he fired up the heat saber, it's blade glowing red with superheated energy. He was right, a saber versus a hawk would be suicide. But, Amaury had no other choice. "Just focus on the battle." Amaury replied, almost harshly as he too activated his weapon and made the first move, charging the enemy.
Monty scoffed at the boys attitude, seeing Amaury's charge. He couldn't help but smirk and charge towards him as well, meeting him in the middle, the two weapons clashing together. Nervously Amaury pushed back, slashing down on the Gouf who blocked and punched the cockpit door of the Zaku again, Amaury's whole pod shaking this time. He needed to hurry this up if he was going to win, it was that simple. "Damn you Monty!" Amaury screamed, smashing his heat hawk into the leg of the Gouf, just as the heat saber severed the left arm, which was not holding the heat hawk, from the mobile suit. Amaury stuck again, lifting the heat hawk directly in the air with the hopes of blasting through the head of the Gouf, but was stopped as from the wrist of the Gouf shot an electric wire, slamming into the Zaku's chest, which began to shock the cockpit. But to Amaury's surprise, it was physically shocking him in the pod, even with this being a simulation. Amaury screamed in real pain as it continued, the pod smoking from the circuits.
The whole battle the people in the room were watching carefully, including Corina. No one dared root for Amaury, but neither did they cheer on Monty. Monty, only a few years older than Amaury, may have been in charge of the program, but he had gained the reputation of being a stubborn, arrogant man. A few people resented his command, but would never say anything. As the battle raged on, the attention placed on the screen grew in intensity, as did the combat exchange between the two contenders. Nobody had ever seen Monty so long to finish a simulation, and this newcomer was giving him a run for his money.
But, as the melee combat began, and Amaury's pod began to ignite with sparks, they knew something was wrong. "W-whats going on?!" One of the pilots blurted out as Corina and few of the other mechanics ran to the pod with their tools. The pods were actual decommissioned Zaku cockpits, so the mechanics believed they could do something, not realizing that this problem was also occurring on the inside, and only realizing so when Corina could hear Amaury screaming inside. "Something's wrong inside too!" She stated loudly, climbing the ladder to the hatch and tried to pry it open, but was immediately shocked herself and fell to the ground. A few of the pilots ran and picked her up, watching the pod as electricity arced from the wires. "I'm alright, I'm okay." Corina said in shock as she stood and dusted herself off, looking back at the screen as the Zaku remained still, being shocked. What was going on in there? What was Monty doing?
Amaury continued to scream as he was shocked, trying his hardest to focus on the disrupted screen. This wasn't electrocution, it was more of being tased, over and over again. Non-stop. He had to do something. He moved his arm on the controls a little, finding that the Mobile Suit still moved, it wasn't being affected by the electricity in that manor. There was only one way he was going to get out of this. Gathering his breath he forced himself to push forward on his controls, screaming as the heat hawk wielding arm of his Zaku fell, dropping right into the head and torso of the Gouf. "What?!" Monty yelled as heat hawk severed the head from the Gouf and imbedded into the torso, promoting his screens to go dark, and his system to go unresponsive. At the same time, the shocking stopped, and Amaury's Zaku collapsed backwards into a building, resting to a stop in a sitting position amongst the rubble.
The crowd was in silence as the simulation terminated, looking at both pods to see which one would open first. "I can't believe it. That was... Intense." Marcus, one of the other pilots in the room crossed his arms and said out loud, silencing as the pod down the other end opened, revealing Monty, who seemed less than pleased in the way the battle had just ended. "Oh, he's pissed." Marcus said again to the ground around him, smirking as a few of the guys and girls laughed at his statement. A few of them turned to Amaury's pod and stared intently waiting for him to emerge but he did not. After another twenty or so seconds, Corina attempted to climb the ladder again. "Something's not right!" She yelled loudly as she reached the hatch, pulling on it as hard as she could until finally it opened.
Before she could even make it inside, Amaury stood in front of her, sweat running down his face as he panted heavily. "Are you okay?!" Corina yelled, almost in his face as Amaury nodded and walked past her, removing his helmet and walking out into the small scaffolding area near the door. He looked down at the other pilots, then at Monty who was quickly approaching them all. Still trying to catch his breath, he dropped his helmet onto the scaffolding and began to climb down the ladder to confront Monty. What did he do to him? Did he know that was going to happen? Did he know it was going to shock him? Could Amaury resist knocking him out with his fist?
The two of them stopped directly in front of them, Monty looking down at Amaury with a stern look, as Amaury replied the same way. The room grew quiet and tension filled the air, but after a second Monty smirked. "I am very impressed Amaury. And I would surely say that you are not a spy." Monty stated as Amaury continued to stare him down. But Monty had no intention of staying much longer. He quickly turned and walked to a table, pulling his helmet off and slicking back his hair to its normal look. "That's it for today everyone, see you in the morning. I will have some good news about our informants findings on Earth in the morning. Corina, are we still on for dinner?" He asked, looking up at the girl who still stood at the cockpit door, Amaury's helmet in her hands. "Y-Yes." She said sheepishly, looking down at the green flight helmet in her hands, then back at Monty, then Amaury, who's eyes focused on Corina. Dinner? He was taking one of the people who served under him out to dinner? On a date? This had to have been the weirdest military outfits ever, and there had to have been a rule against it. But it was Monty after all. "Good." He said with smirk, walking away.
"Its probably going to be a sex story." Marcus commented again quietly to the crowd, who all mostly snickered under their breath as Corina scowled at him, turning a dark shade of red as she approached Amaury. "Here Amaury." She said, handing him back his helmet with a small smile, only maintaining eye contact for a brief second before turning walking towards the exit, punching Marcus in the shoulder roughly on her way out. He waited until she left to walk towards Amaury, placing a hand on his shoulder immediately. "Well buddy, you may not have beaten him. But you sure showed him he can be beat." He said with a grin, the others agreeing and bringing up moments from the fight, cheering about all that happened. However, even with everyone talking about him, Amaury couldn't help but stare at the door that both Corina and Monty had left through however, thinking about both of them.
Twitching in frustration and annoyance, Amaury thrust himself backwards and threw the 120mm MG directly at the Gouf, banging across the unit's head and cracking the single sensor unit. "Damnit Amaury, who the hell does that..." Monty complained, his vision now distorted as he lifted his remaining Vulcan cannon and depressed the trigger. The signature humming sound of dozens of 75mm Vulcan rounds a second dumping from the barrels of the weapon were interrupted with their contact against the flat metal shield on the Zaku's right shoulder. Pieces of meal shredded from the mobile suit, flying everywhere as Amaury was forces to boost backwards again, instinctively evading the rounds as best as he could. This outdated suit was so... Sluggish. So slow to response, slow to boost. It was almost hindering him, and he hated it. He was being shot because of it.
He finally managed to make some distance between his rival, moving behind buildings and through light covef until finally coming in sight of the Gouf down a large avenue. He wasn't looking at him, and was probably just noticing him on his scanners. Unsure what to do at range, and without substantial weapons, he fired all six calf rockets at Monty to try and strike him while his guard was down.
Amaury focused as the smoke cleared again, and the Gouf remained standing, now looking directly at him. Monty drew the large heat saber from the shield on his last Vulcan cannon, which he used to block to calf rockets, before ejecting it from his mobile suit. Fine. If Monty wanted to fight melee, he would do the same. Not like he had much, if any, of a choice. All of his weapons had been expended, all he had remaining was the heat hawk. He was successful in destroying both of the Gouf's weapons, but otherwise, there had been no damage dealt to the enemy. "Remember what I taught you Amaury, the heat hawk is out dated. It cannot stand up to the saber." Monty spoke over the radio in almost punitive manor, just as he fired up the heat saber, it's blade glowing red with superheated energy. He was right, a saber versus a hawk would be suicide. But, Amaury had no other choice. "Just focus on the battle." Amaury replied, almost harshly as he too activated his weapon and made the first move, charging the enemy.
Monty scoffed at the boys attitude, seeing Amaury's charge. He couldn't help but smirk and charge towards him as well, meeting him in the middle, the two weapons clashing together. Nervously Amaury pushed back, slashing down on the Gouf who blocked and punched the cockpit door of the Zaku again, Amaury's whole pod shaking this time. He needed to hurry this up if he was going to win, it was that simple. "Damn you Monty!" Amaury screamed, smashing his heat hawk into the leg of the Gouf, just as the heat saber severed the left arm, which was not holding the heat hawk, from the mobile suit. Amaury stuck again, lifting the heat hawk directly in the air with the hopes of blasting through the head of the Gouf, but was stopped as from the wrist of the Gouf shot an electric wire, slamming into the Zaku's chest, which began to shock the cockpit. But to Amaury's surprise, it was physically shocking him in the pod, even with this being a simulation. Amaury screamed in real pain as it continued, the pod smoking from the circuits.
The whole battle the people in the room were watching carefully, including Corina. No one dared root for Amaury, but neither did they cheer on Monty. Monty, only a few years older than Amaury, may have been in charge of the program, but he had gained the reputation of being a stubborn, arrogant man. A few people resented his command, but would never say anything. As the battle raged on, the attention placed on the screen grew in intensity, as did the combat exchange between the two contenders. Nobody had ever seen Monty so long to finish a simulation, and this newcomer was giving him a run for his money.
But, as the melee combat began, and Amaury's pod began to ignite with sparks, they knew something was wrong. "W-whats going on?!" One of the pilots blurted out as Corina and few of the other mechanics ran to the pod with their tools. The pods were actual decommissioned Zaku cockpits, so the mechanics believed they could do something, not realizing that this problem was also occurring on the inside, and only realizing so when Corina could hear Amaury screaming inside. "Something's wrong inside too!" She stated loudly, climbing the ladder to the hatch and tried to pry it open, but was immediately shocked herself and fell to the ground. A few of the pilots ran and picked her up, watching the pod as electricity arced from the wires. "I'm alright, I'm okay." Corina said in shock as she stood and dusted herself off, looking back at the screen as the Zaku remained still, being shocked. What was going on in there? What was Monty doing?
Amaury continued to scream as he was shocked, trying his hardest to focus on the disrupted screen. This wasn't electrocution, it was more of being tased, over and over again. Non-stop. He had to do something. He moved his arm on the controls a little, finding that the Mobile Suit still moved, it wasn't being affected by the electricity in that manor. There was only one way he was going to get out of this. Gathering his breath he forced himself to push forward on his controls, screaming as the heat hawk wielding arm of his Zaku fell, dropping right into the head and torso of the Gouf. "What?!" Monty yelled as heat hawk severed the head from the Gouf and imbedded into the torso, promoting his screens to go dark, and his system to go unresponsive. At the same time, the shocking stopped, and Amaury's Zaku collapsed backwards into a building, resting to a stop in a sitting position amongst the rubble.
The crowd was in silence as the simulation terminated, looking at both pods to see which one would open first. "I can't believe it. That was... Intense." Marcus, one of the other pilots in the room crossed his arms and said out loud, silencing as the pod down the other end opened, revealing Monty, who seemed less than pleased in the way the battle had just ended. "Oh, he's pissed." Marcus said again to the ground around him, smirking as a few of the guys and girls laughed at his statement. A few of them turned to Amaury's pod and stared intently waiting for him to emerge but he did not. After another twenty or so seconds, Corina attempted to climb the ladder again. "Something's not right!" She yelled loudly as she reached the hatch, pulling on it as hard as she could until finally it opened.
Before she could even make it inside, Amaury stood in front of her, sweat running down his face as he panted heavily. "Are you okay?!" Corina yelled, almost in his face as Amaury nodded and walked past her, removing his helmet and walking out into the small scaffolding area near the door. He looked down at the other pilots, then at Monty who was quickly approaching them all. Still trying to catch his breath, he dropped his helmet onto the scaffolding and began to climb down the ladder to confront Monty. What did he do to him? Did he know that was going to happen? Did he know it was going to shock him? Could Amaury resist knocking him out with his fist?
The two of them stopped directly in front of them, Monty looking down at Amaury with a stern look, as Amaury replied the same way. The room grew quiet and tension filled the air, but after a second Monty smirked. "I am very impressed Amaury. And I would surely say that you are not a spy." Monty stated as Amaury continued to stare him down. But Monty had no intention of staying much longer. He quickly turned and walked to a table, pulling his helmet off and slicking back his hair to its normal look. "That's it for today everyone, see you in the morning. I will have some good news about our informants findings on Earth in the morning. Corina, are we still on for dinner?" He asked, looking up at the girl who still stood at the cockpit door, Amaury's helmet in her hands. "Y-Yes." She said sheepishly, looking down at the green flight helmet in her hands, then back at Monty, then Amaury, who's eyes focused on Corina. Dinner? He was taking one of the people who served under him out to dinner? On a date? This had to have been the weirdest military outfits ever, and there had to have been a rule against it. But it was Monty after all. "Good." He said with smirk, walking away.
"Its probably going to be a sex story." Marcus commented again quietly to the crowd, who all mostly snickered under their breath as Corina scowled at him, turning a dark shade of red as she approached Amaury. "Here Amaury." She said, handing him back his helmet with a small smile, only maintaining eye contact for a brief second before turning walking towards the exit, punching Marcus in the shoulder roughly on her way out. He waited until she left to walk towards Amaury, placing a hand on his shoulder immediately. "Well buddy, you may not have beaten him. But you sure showed him he can be beat." He said with a grin, the others agreeing and bringing up moments from the fight, cheering about all that happened. However, even with everyone talking about him, Amaury couldn't help but stare at the door that both Corina and Monty had left through however, thinking about both of them.
After Richard's test start up of the old gelgoog marine he stepped out of it and saw his employees for what the earth federation forces saw which was in fact his brothers in arms drag in several old Samson mobile suit transports that were damaged but with the know how they could fix and refit them . soon after Richard has an idea to make sure that the tunnel where the mobile suits are held should have a thick hanger door covering the massive hole concealing the hanger a least until the mobile suit carrier is finished .
Mean while the shuttle from side 3 has reached port on earth and from the paperwork the federation cleared the transport of the tech from side 3 after many nights in transport it reaches Richard's junk yard and begins unloading of the equipment . Meanwhile down in the tunnel his brothers began to finish their mobile suits for the upcoming battle. Richard tells them that he is going to space to meet with the other resistance leaders and begins his trip back into space .however his official reason is clean up of space and recovery of old battleships and mobile suits from the one year war and other battles ,
Aboard the salvage ship is a worker zaku and his gelgoog marine with their weapons
Mean while the shuttle from side 3 has reached port on earth and from the paperwork the federation cleared the transport of the tech from side 3 after many nights in transport it reaches Richard's junk yard and begins unloading of the equipment . Meanwhile down in the tunnel his brothers began to finish their mobile suits for the upcoming battle. Richard tells them that he is going to space to meet with the other resistance leaders and begins his trip back into space .however his official reason is clean up of space and recovery of old battleships and mobile suits from the one year war and other battles ,
Aboard the salvage ship is a worker zaku and his gelgoog marine with their weapons
Amist the wreckage Richard sees whats left of dendrobium orchis and he begins recovery of it with the worker zaku while painstakingly taking it apart and placing the pieces on the ship . on his last time out he spots another mobile suit from the delaz conflict and his amazement its the gp03 stamen . he quickly exits worker zaku and boards the gundam as he turns it on its becomes clear that it hasn't been used in years . he grabs his worker zaku and quickly boards with the new suit .
Later richard arrives at the resistance HQ awaiting to inform them of the situation on earth
Later richard arrives at the resistance HQ awaiting to inform them of the situation on earth
In the two weeks that had passed since the incident in the training pods, the crew had begun to understand a little better what they were going to be dealing with, and what they would be up against. The plan was, in essence, complicated. There were a lot of situational factors, relying on luck and chance for successful completion of the first step of the revolution. There had been a contact, a man on Earth, investigating locations of what could possibly be warehouses. Warehouse filled with leftover Mobile Suits from the One Year War and following conflicts, hidden under the ground or in mountains where the Federation could not find them. Now, almost all traces of Zeon mobile suits had been eradicated from space, so their only hope would be to make it down to the surface and bring these weapons back up. But how?
This question rolled around in Amaury's head over and over again. Would he be going down to Earth to get them, or would the infantry be the ones assigned to this? Maybe they would all go together, he didn't want to just sit back and watch it all happen. Not while people, his people, were dying. Finally after days of anxiety amongst everyone in The Movement, a general assembly was held to discuss the plan even further. Filing in with the crowd, Amaury held his fists tightly shut in his pockets, aimlessly following the flow of camouflaged uniforms down the hallway. He wasn't sure why his hands were shaking so badly, or why there was a ringing in his ears, but he knew it had to have something to do with this assembly. He must have been nervous to find out what his assignment would be. So zoned out of his surroundings, Amaury failed to hear someone calling his name, despite the booming voice calling his name over and over again.
"Boy, I know you can hear me!" Marcus called again, placing his hand on Amaury's shoulder, causing him to jump and look at who was grabbing him. "Oh hey, Marcus. I'm sorry, I'm just alittle-" He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Distracted. Yeah I know kid, we all are. But come on, this is all so exciting. We are about to find out what we will be doing to move forward with the plan. To revive the Glory of Zeon!" Marcus boomed again, jokingly saluting to Zeon with a serious look on his face as Amaury laughed, knowing that Marcus was trying to relieve the weight on his shoulders. Marcus was a good friend, and excellent comic relief. He was always the one to laugh first, and last. "Why do you keep calling me boy Marcus? Your not that much older than me." Amaury asked, looking forward again at the crowd of people. "Because I am older than you, that's why." He swiftly replied with a big grin. Marcus was a tall man, with a long family history in space. His father too had also fought in the One Year War and conflicts afterwards, only to die of cancer several years ago. In fact, he wore a necklace around his neck with the Zeon symbol, on him at all times, it's thick silver bars standing out against his dark skin. Amaury had always assumed that it was his fathers, and it was a tribute to him.
"Now cheer up. Besides, I bet Corina will be there." He added as Amaury's face reddened, looking around to make sure that no one was staring. He had been insinuating that Amaury had feelings for the girl, or vice versa, ever since the day with the pods. "Marcus shut up! That's the last thing that I need Monty to hear..." Amaury replied, looking up at Marcus who snickered. Things between Monty and himself has been... Weird, to say the least. Although he had not outright said it, Amaury was positive that Monty knee the training pod would shock him, and that he had done it on purpose. And since then, Monty had been acting strange. Staring at him, offering less help and advice, speaking to him less. Almost as if he was afraid. "Oh comfall man! We all saw it, the way she was talking to you, the way she was looking at you. Right Sam?!" Marcus called out, turning behind them to another pilot who followed closely behind. "He's right Amaury, we all saw it." Sam backed up Marcus, who still maintained his grin at Amaury, who also still maintained his red face, although it had grown darker. "I hate you guys." Amaury muttered jokingly as Marcus and Sam laughed.
The laughing ended however as they all entered the room, what was once the cafeteria for the water filtration plant staff. It was decrepit, light fixtures smashed out and fallen ones thrown to the corners of the room. But it was enough space for all of the staff as well as the now, fairly large, Zeon force that had been constructed. As the last of the personnel moved into the room, Amaury looked around, seeing many familiar faces, as well as the Admiral who had interviewed him originally. Then he spotted Monty to his right, a few people over, and Corina by his side. Apparently they truly were a 'thing', and they had no problem showing it. How odd this was in this setting... But he quickly realized that the look on her face was of uneasy insecurity, just like him. She must have been nervous as well, where as on the other hand, Monty stood with no problem, stern faced. Did he know something that the rest of them didn't? It wouldn't surprise him since it always seemed as if he was the Admiral's finest. Briefly, Corina looked over at Amaury from the corner of her eyes, but didn't acknowledge him, and returned her attention to the Admiral as began to speak.
"Men, the time is almost upon us to liberate ourselves from Federation control for good." The Admiral, who Amaury had since learned was Admiral Krupp, legendary fleet commander from the One Year War, began to preach. "We have deliberated a plan that we believe will be both effective and successful in achieving our goal of arming the Zeon people with Mobile suits. As you are aware, we have been successful in locating several hidden facilities left during the One Year War, that most likely will suit our needs. But, how do we get them back to the colonies? Well, first we will need to gather all possible assets and transport them at the same time, and as quickly and quietly as possible." He stated, turning around to the blank wall behind him as a projector turned on, showing images on the white, chipped paint.
"Now, one of our informants has 'acquired' a scrap yard and can shuttle some of our men down to the surface to assist in reclaiming parts and mobile suits. But, there is still three more locations that we cannot access easily. These locations might be guarded, we are not entirely sure. One of them is under an old outpost in the Mountains north of the former Zeon base in Odessa. This will surely have some kind of hostile presence nearby." Krupp continued as Amaury looked down at the green boots of the soldier in front of him, confused. If it was guarded, how would they get there in one piece? How were they all going to make it to Earth regardless? "Now, as far as getting to the bases that remain unlocated. The Federation drops metal scrap from the Colonies down to earth for recycling every 2 weeks. These pieces, or what remains after reentry, are then collected by private contractors. Luckily, amongst what we were able to salvage was several drop pods. We believe that if we can smuggle these drop pods into the garbage release, they will be able to make it to the surface undetected."
To Amaury, this all seemed so scattered. So... risky. The sheer amount of 'what if's was terrifying. What if they were caught and shot down? What if they miss their target? What if there turned out to be no mobile suits? Then what? They were stuck on earth. Amaury's attention finally returned to Admiral Krupp when the next step of the plan was mentioned. "I will be asking for volunteers to assault the Odessa location, as this will be the most dangerous assignment." Odessa was where his father had served. At least, that was what his mother had said. Knowing that the assignment to this location would be volunteer, he almost immediately felt compelled to go. And so did many others. One after another, voices called out in the dank room. "Send me sir!" "I will go, send me!" "For Zeon!" Slowly Amaury's hand began to raise, and immediately he felt the gaze of Monty on him, who immediately spoke up. "What are the chances that any of these mobile suits are worth our time?" He called out above the patriotic volunteers, Amaury's hand falling back to his side as he looked at Krupp. Why was Monty asking this question? They had just said they believed that there was. Why push the issue? Krupp seemed slightly annoyed as he moved his moustache around, trying to contain any harsh words as he stared down the flight leader and smirked. "Well, just ask one of our informants." He said, stepping to the side to allow someone to step up to the plate. "Go ahead Mr. Green." He said to the man, placing his hands behind his back.
This question rolled around in Amaury's head over and over again. Would he be going down to Earth to get them, or would the infantry be the ones assigned to this? Maybe they would all go together, he didn't want to just sit back and watch it all happen. Not while people, his people, were dying. Finally after days of anxiety amongst everyone in The Movement, a general assembly was held to discuss the plan even further. Filing in with the crowd, Amaury held his fists tightly shut in his pockets, aimlessly following the flow of camouflaged uniforms down the hallway. He wasn't sure why his hands were shaking so badly, or why there was a ringing in his ears, but he knew it had to have something to do with this assembly. He must have been nervous to find out what his assignment would be. So zoned out of his surroundings, Amaury failed to hear someone calling his name, despite the booming voice calling his name over and over again.
"Boy, I know you can hear me!" Marcus called again, placing his hand on Amaury's shoulder, causing him to jump and look at who was grabbing him. "Oh hey, Marcus. I'm sorry, I'm just alittle-" He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Distracted. Yeah I know kid, we all are. But come on, this is all so exciting. We are about to find out what we will be doing to move forward with the plan. To revive the Glory of Zeon!" Marcus boomed again, jokingly saluting to Zeon with a serious look on his face as Amaury laughed, knowing that Marcus was trying to relieve the weight on his shoulders. Marcus was a good friend, and excellent comic relief. He was always the one to laugh first, and last. "Why do you keep calling me boy Marcus? Your not that much older than me." Amaury asked, looking forward again at the crowd of people. "Because I am older than you, that's why." He swiftly replied with a big grin. Marcus was a tall man, with a long family history in space. His father too had also fought in the One Year War and conflicts afterwards, only to die of cancer several years ago. In fact, he wore a necklace around his neck with the Zeon symbol, on him at all times, it's thick silver bars standing out against his dark skin. Amaury had always assumed that it was his fathers, and it was a tribute to him.
"Now cheer up. Besides, I bet Corina will be there." He added as Amaury's face reddened, looking around to make sure that no one was staring. He had been insinuating that Amaury had feelings for the girl, or vice versa, ever since the day with the pods. "Marcus shut up! That's the last thing that I need Monty to hear..." Amaury replied, looking up at Marcus who snickered. Things between Monty and himself has been... Weird, to say the least. Although he had not outright said it, Amaury was positive that Monty knee the training pod would shock him, and that he had done it on purpose. And since then, Monty had been acting strange. Staring at him, offering less help and advice, speaking to him less. Almost as if he was afraid. "Oh comfall man! We all saw it, the way she was talking to you, the way she was looking at you. Right Sam?!" Marcus called out, turning behind them to another pilot who followed closely behind. "He's right Amaury, we all saw it." Sam backed up Marcus, who still maintained his grin at Amaury, who also still maintained his red face, although it had grown darker. "I hate you guys." Amaury muttered jokingly as Marcus and Sam laughed.
The laughing ended however as they all entered the room, what was once the cafeteria for the water filtration plant staff. It was decrepit, light fixtures smashed out and fallen ones thrown to the corners of the room. But it was enough space for all of the staff as well as the now, fairly large, Zeon force that had been constructed. As the last of the personnel moved into the room, Amaury looked around, seeing many familiar faces, as well as the Admiral who had interviewed him originally. Then he spotted Monty to his right, a few people over, and Corina by his side. Apparently they truly were a 'thing', and they had no problem showing it. How odd this was in this setting... But he quickly realized that the look on her face was of uneasy insecurity, just like him. She must have been nervous as well, where as on the other hand, Monty stood with no problem, stern faced. Did he know something that the rest of them didn't? It wouldn't surprise him since it always seemed as if he was the Admiral's finest. Briefly, Corina looked over at Amaury from the corner of her eyes, but didn't acknowledge him, and returned her attention to the Admiral as began to speak.
"Men, the time is almost upon us to liberate ourselves from Federation control for good." The Admiral, who Amaury had since learned was Admiral Krupp, legendary fleet commander from the One Year War, began to preach. "We have deliberated a plan that we believe will be both effective and successful in achieving our goal of arming the Zeon people with Mobile suits. As you are aware, we have been successful in locating several hidden facilities left during the One Year War, that most likely will suit our needs. But, how do we get them back to the colonies? Well, first we will need to gather all possible assets and transport them at the same time, and as quickly and quietly as possible." He stated, turning around to the blank wall behind him as a projector turned on, showing images on the white, chipped paint.
"Now, one of our informants has 'acquired' a scrap yard and can shuttle some of our men down to the surface to assist in reclaiming parts and mobile suits. But, there is still three more locations that we cannot access easily. These locations might be guarded, we are not entirely sure. One of them is under an old outpost in the Mountains north of the former Zeon base in Odessa. This will surely have some kind of hostile presence nearby." Krupp continued as Amaury looked down at the green boots of the soldier in front of him, confused. If it was guarded, how would they get there in one piece? How were they all going to make it to Earth regardless? "Now, as far as getting to the bases that remain unlocated. The Federation drops metal scrap from the Colonies down to earth for recycling every 2 weeks. These pieces, or what remains after reentry, are then collected by private contractors. Luckily, amongst what we were able to salvage was several drop pods. We believe that if we can smuggle these drop pods into the garbage release, they will be able to make it to the surface undetected."
To Amaury, this all seemed so scattered. So... risky. The sheer amount of 'what if's was terrifying. What if they were caught and shot down? What if they miss their target? What if there turned out to be no mobile suits? Then what? They were stuck on earth. Amaury's attention finally returned to Admiral Krupp when the next step of the plan was mentioned. "I will be asking for volunteers to assault the Odessa location, as this will be the most dangerous assignment." Odessa was where his father had served. At least, that was what his mother had said. Knowing that the assignment to this location would be volunteer, he almost immediately felt compelled to go. And so did many others. One after another, voices called out in the dank room. "Send me sir!" "I will go, send me!" "For Zeon!" Slowly Amaury's hand began to raise, and immediately he felt the gaze of Monty on him, who immediately spoke up. "What are the chances that any of these mobile suits are worth our time?" He called out above the patriotic volunteers, Amaury's hand falling back to his side as he looked at Krupp. Why was Monty asking this question? They had just said they believed that there was. Why push the issue? Krupp seemed slightly annoyed as he moved his moustache around, trying to contain any harsh words as he stared down the flight leader and smirked. "Well, just ask one of our informants." He said, stepping to the side to allow someone to step up to the plate. "Go ahead Mr. Green." He said to the man, placing his hands behind his back.
"Thank you admiral ... As you all know mobile suits are very hard to find and then the problem is to militarize them well I've got friends and family inside zimmad company and zeonic company as well now my mother is in charge of anihelm electronic's from them we can and will get support from those key elements. one such unit is the gp03 stamen and orchis unit " as richard says and pulls out a small remote for the projector and shows pictures of them. Richard then says "from there we can rebuild our forces for the glory of zeon!" ,
Richard continues "as per the admiral's ideas I will be bringing some of you on the shuttle with and some of you will be sent down on the drop pods ...now once there we will have papers and a cover story for those who come with me on the shuttle , once we arrive at the junk yard we must repair an old Pegasus class ship there and to do that I have sent word to my mother for the parts we will need along with armaments needed ,we must also use what mobile suits we can procure for our cause sieg zeon!!!" As his arm raises up in the air
Richard continues "as per the admiral's ideas I will be bringing some of you on the shuttle with and some of you will be sent down on the drop pods ...now once there we will have papers and a cover story for those who come with me on the shuttle , once we arrive at the junk yard we must repair an old Pegasus class ship there and to do that I have sent word to my mother for the parts we will need along with armaments needed ,we must also use what mobile suits we can procure for our cause sieg zeon!!!" As his arm raises up in the air
Amaury was delayed in his reply to Green's salute, but saluted all the same. "Sieg Zeon!" He called, raising his fist to his chest as all of the bothers were doing. The Admiral nodded for Green to step back, standing in his place. This was good news, good news indeed. With a foothold on two separate trade and shipping companies, getting the mobile suits to Side 3 should be no problem at all. And with Green's foot in the door at Anihelm Industries, they could really benefit from some fresh technologies. The unit that Green mentioned, Amaury was not familiar with. It was either a prototype, or a limited production mobile suit, but whatever they could get would be helpful. What they had to hope for was that even if all of this succeeded, would the other Colonies of Side 3 follow and revolt? Each colony had members of the Movement, but could they be trusted? Especially since Dresden was the Colony taking all of the risk. Finishing up thanking Green for his information, Admiral Krupp looked around at the ground of men and women gathered around him, smiling. "You all have trained hard for this. So have the others on all of our cells, in all of our colonies. We will succeed. We will be free. Now, Monty, if that answers your question, who will volunteer for the Odessa operation?" The Admiral asked, hands immediately rising, amongst them, Monty, but not Corina. But after a second, her hand too raised, assisted by Monty's own. Did he just volunteer her? Engineers would be necessary, but this mission was very dangerous. She should have been free to make her own choice. Immediately Amaury raised his own hand, not because of Corina, who now looked at him with an almost blank stare, but because he wasn't going to allow Monty to outshine him. And if he was going to fight on the battlefield, he wanted it to be where his father had fought before.
In seeing their friend raise his hand, Marcus and Sam did as well, Amaury nodding at them both. It seemed like the trio wouldn't be split up, not yet at least. "Thank you all. You are all dismissed except for those of you who volunteered, I want a quick meeting with you all here." Krupp asked as the others started to scattered, leaving what was roughly fifty personnel. Some pilots, some mechanics, some infantry and logistics. All of them stood together and waited for Krupp, who was leading Green over to them. "I knew you would volunteer kid, that's why I like you." Monty said over Amaury's shoulder, causing Amaury to nervously swallow. Of all times for Monty to try and be friendly again, this was not the best choice. Not with a silent segment of rage at Monty's actions with Corina growing inside. How could he just force someone into what could be a suicide mission? And this man lead them, and was expected to make the right decisions? Were they all just pawns under him, or just the ones he was dating? "Yes Sir." He replied harshly without looking back at his 'leader'. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to contain his hatred should he have to look at that smug expression he was sure stemmed across Monty's face right now.
"Mr. Green, I would like to introduce you to my finest pilots, and the head of the training program, Monty McKean." Admiral Krupp stated, pointing to Monty who stepped forward to shake Richard's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Sir. Your information is invaluable to the success of our little plan." He said with a grin.
In seeing their friend raise his hand, Marcus and Sam did as well, Amaury nodding at them both. It seemed like the trio wouldn't be split up, not yet at least. "Thank you all. You are all dismissed except for those of you who volunteered, I want a quick meeting with you all here." Krupp asked as the others started to scattered, leaving what was roughly fifty personnel. Some pilots, some mechanics, some infantry and logistics. All of them stood together and waited for Krupp, who was leading Green over to them. "I knew you would volunteer kid, that's why I like you." Monty said over Amaury's shoulder, causing Amaury to nervously swallow. Of all times for Monty to try and be friendly again, this was not the best choice. Not with a silent segment of rage at Monty's actions with Corina growing inside. How could he just force someone into what could be a suicide mission? And this man lead them, and was expected to make the right decisions? Were they all just pawns under him, or just the ones he was dating? "Yes Sir." He replied harshly without looking back at his 'leader'. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to contain his hatred should he have to look at that smug expression he was sure stemmed across Monty's face right now.
"Mr. Green, I would like to introduce you to my finest pilots, and the head of the training program, Monty McKean." Admiral Krupp stated, pointing to Monty who stepped forward to shake Richard's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Sir. Your information is invaluable to the success of our little plan." He said with a grin.
"Ahh I see so this is your training director ..nice to meet you monty " green says as he shakes month's hand he then sees the young Amaury standing there and says "and you must be the new pilot I hear so much about. Good job in simulator you will make a great pilot" with a serious and stern look on his face . where as monty may be in charge of training Richard is in charge of the earth operations and soon they will have a very valuable key element to add the Pegasus class ship
Almost immediately Monty's eyes shifted to Amaury as Green complimented him, but received no look back from the boy, who still was ignoring him the best he could. It was almostbas if Monty seemed... Jealous. Jealous that he wasn't the only pilot who's name had gained some kind of notoriety, and it all stemmed right back to the day in simulator. Apparently, Amaury's performance that day scored somewhere on the level of advanced, and word of it did not stay limited to their cell of the movement. "Thank you sir, hoping to make a difference in this up coming conflict." Amaury appropriately replied, his hands held behind his back as he nodded. "Well I'm sure you will. All of you are the pride of Zeon, and this drop mission will show case this. I'm actually glad you all were the volunteers, as with the nature of the mission, I need the best men I have down there in Odessa." Krupp stated, a grin across his face as he kept his hands behind his own back properly. "I need the men who can drop, take that base, and prepare immediately for any kind of resistance from the local Federal Garrison. Do you understand?" Krupp asked, looking at Monty, then Marcus, Amaury and Sam, then the rest of them. "Yes sir." They all replied at once, nodding and looking at each other. "Good, now you are dismissed. Finish up your small arms and combat training, your going to need it in a weeks time. Mr. Green, let us proceed to my office." Krupp instructed as they all acknowledged and turned to leave, flowing back out various doors in the room to wherever they needed to be.
"Oh yeah, some real action soon!" Sam called out in the hallway as they walked back towards their scheduled training for the day: small arms training. They weren't just pilots, the couldn't be just pilots, even if they wanted to. Not with how small their army was. They need to be trained as pilots, infantry, and even Drop Shock Troops, and over the last few weeks, they spent 4 hours a day learning so. "Relax Sam, you don't want to get too excited. Don't let a Feddy get the best of you, I'll never let you live it down." Marcus boomed back followed by his deep laugh, causing Amaury to snicker. "Yeah Sam, so help me god I will use you as mobile cover." Amaury replied, looking at the blonde headed moron from the corner of his eye. In all honesty, this was only a front. Amaury was, indeed, terrified. But he could never let them see it. They all needed to be fearless, and he was sure they felt the same way inside. Only time would tell who survived, and whether or not they were successful.
"Oh yeah, some real action soon!" Sam called out in the hallway as they walked back towards their scheduled training for the day: small arms training. They weren't just pilots, the couldn't be just pilots, even if they wanted to. Not with how small their army was. They need to be trained as pilots, infantry, and even Drop Shock Troops, and over the last few weeks, they spent 4 hours a day learning so. "Relax Sam, you don't want to get too excited. Don't let a Feddy get the best of you, I'll never let you live it down." Marcus boomed back followed by his deep laugh, causing Amaury to snicker. "Yeah Sam, so help me god I will use you as mobile cover." Amaury replied, looking at the blonde headed moron from the corner of his eye. In all honesty, this was only a front. Amaury was, indeed, terrified. But he could never let them see it. They all needed to be fearless, and he was sure they felt the same way inside. Only time would tell who survived, and whether or not they were successful.
Green nods his head as he follows Krupp into his office to talk with the admiral more and go through Personnel files to choose who goes on the shuttle with him and his crew . meanwhile his crew make contact with Anaheim more importantly to get the equipment needed for this operation . Richard knew he was a newtype himself due to testing conducted on him by his mother even at age 13 he was a budding newtype
Amaury was delayed in his reply to Green's salute, but saluted all the same. "Sieg Zeon!" He called, raising his fist to his chest as all of the bothers were doing. The Admiral nodded for Green to step back, standing in his place. This was good news, good news indeed. With a foothold on two separate trade and shipping companies, getting the mobile suits to Side 3 should be no problem at all. And with Green's foot in the door at Anihelm Industries, they could really benefit from some fresh technologies. The unit that Green mentioned, Amaury was not familiar with. It was either a prototype, or a limited production mobile suit, but whatever they could get would be helpful. What they had to hope for was that even if all of this succeeded, would the other Colonies of Side 3 follow and revolt? Each colony had members of the Movement, but could they be trusted? Especially since Dresden was the Colony taking all of the risk. Finishing up thanking Green for his information, Admiral Krupp looked around at the ground of men and women gathered around him, smiling. "You all have trained hard for this. So have the others on all of our cells, in all of our colonies. We will succeed. We will be free. Now, Monty, if that answers your question, who will volunteer for the Odessa operation?" The Admiral asked, hands immediately rising, amongst them, Monty, but not Corina. But after a second, her hand too raised, assisted by Monty's own. Did he just volunteer her? Engineers would be necessary, but this mission was very dangerous. She should have been free to make her own choice. Immediately Amaury raised his own hand, not because of Corina, who now looked at him with an almost blank stare, but because he wasn't going to allow Monty to outshine him. And if he was going to fight on the battlefield, he wanted it to be where his father had fought before.
In seeing their friend raise his hand, Marcus and Sam did as well, Amaury nodding at them both. It seemed like the trio wouldn't be split up, not yet at least. "Thank you all. You are all dismissed except for those of you who volunteered, I want a quick meeting with you all here." Krupp asked as the others started to scattered, leaving what was roughly fifty personnel. Some pilots, some mechanics, some infantry and logistics. All of them stood together and waited for Krupp, who was leading Green over to them. "I knew you would volunteer kid, that's why I like you." Monty said over Amaury's shoulder, causing Amaury to nervously swallow. Of all times for Monty to try and be friendly again, this was not the best choice. Not with a silent segment of rage at Monty's actions with Corina growing inside. How could he just force someone into what could be a suicide mission? And this man lead them, and was expected to make the right decisions? Were they all just pawns under him, or just the ones he was dating? "Yes Sir." He replied harshly without looking back at his 'leader'. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to contain his hatred should he have to look at that smug expression he was sure stemmed across Monty's face right now.
"Mr. Green, I would like to introduce you to my finest pilots, and the head of the training program, Monty McKean." Admiral Krupp stated, pointing to Monty who stepped forward to shake Richard's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Sir. Your information is invaluable to the success of our little plan." He said with a grin.
Almost immediately Monty's eyes shifted to Amaury as Green complimented him, but received no look back from the boy, who still was ignoring him the best he could. It was almostbas if Monty seemed... Jealous. Jealous that he wasn't the only pilot who's name had gained some kind of notoriety, and it all stemmed right back to the day in simulator. Apparently, Amaury's performance that day scored somewhere on the level of advanced, and word of it did not stay limited to their cell of the movement. "Thank you sir, hoping to make a difference in this up coming conflict." Amaury appropriately replied, his hands held behind his back as he nodded. "Well I'm sure you will. All of you are the pride of Zeon, and this drop mission will show case this. I'm actually glad you all were the volunteers, as with the nature of the mission, I need the best men I have down there in Odessa." Krupp stated, a grin across his face as he kept his hands behind his own back properly. "I need the men who can drop, take that base, and prepare immediately for any kind of resistance from the local Federal Garrison. Do you understand?" Krupp asked, looking at Monty, then Marcus, Amaury and Sam, then the rest of them. "Yes sir." They all replied at once, nodding and looking at each other. "Good, now you are dismissed. Finish up your small arms and combat training, your going to need it in a weeks time. Mr. Green, let us proceed to my office." Krupp instructed as they all acknowledged and turned to leave, flowing back out various doors in the room to wherever they needed to be.
"Oh yeah, some real action soon!" Sam called out in the hallway as they walked back towards their scheduled training for the day: small arms training. They weren't just pilots, the couldn't be just pilots, even if they wanted to. Not with how small their army was. They need to be trained as pilots, infantry, and even Drop Shock Troops, and over the last few weeks, they spent 4 hours a day learning so. "Relax Sam, you don't want to get too excited. Don't let a Feddy get the best of you, I'll never let you live it down." Marcus boomed back followed by his deep laugh, causing Amaury to snicker. "Yeah Sam, so help me god I will use you as mobile cover." Amaury replied, looking at the blonde headed moron from the corner of his eye. In all honesty, this was only a front. Amaury was, indeed, terrified. But he could never let them see it. They all needed to be fearless, and he was sure they felt the same way inside. Only time would tell who survived, and whether or not they were successful.
One week. One week was all the time in advance they were given before the operation was to begin. One week to finalize every little detail, to sharpen every point to the correct standard. The plan had all been pieced together now. They were to hide amongst the debris being dumped down to the surface, and once past the long range scanners of the Federation's defense satellites, break free and make their descent down to the mountains in search of the warehouse they were after. Scouts had searched the area and had marked the area with the highest probability of the entrance. From what they said, it was overgrown with thick foliage, up in the mountains of the Ukraine. Untouched and undiscovered since the One Year War. The entire plan revolved around this being an unopened treasure trove of military hardware. They would just have to hope. Once the base was secured, they would await to arrival of Green's freighter's, which would shuttle the items in secret back to Side 3's various colonies. But, as far as Amaury was concerned, that was out of their hands. They would only need to focus on their objectives. Three days before the operation, Amaury learned of their designation. The 115th Orbital Drop Division, the 'Liberators'. Ironic as they wouldn't be liberating anything, or at least not yet. And to further this new designation, Amaury was promotes to Gefreiter, and placed as Monty's right hand man, with his left being another pilot named Geoff. How ironic to stand under someone who he was pretty sure hated him in some way.
Two nights before the operation, the whole until received permission to go out and try to relax. Everyone was stressed, anxious, nervous. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, and Krupp felt it necessary that everyone relax before their mission. Under the provision that everyone behave; they couldn't afford for anyone to be arrested and put out of commission, or worse, the whole plan revealed. Marcus, Sam and Amaury found themselves not too far from the Filtration Plant, at a somewhat popular bar and club known simply as 'The Launch', taking its name from the docks only a few blocks from its location. It was a young person's bar, and they fit in there. Although, it was odd seeing each other in civilian clothing at a bar after having spent so much time in uniform training. The past few months had been exhausting, but the real struggle hadn't even begun yet. "Oh come on Sam, you've barely had five beers and your already drunk! And Amaury, you haven't even finished your third! What the hell is wrong with you two?!" Hollered Marcus, who himself had already polished off several drinks, double the amount of Sam. "I told you I don't really drink M, just not in my nature." Amaury replied, leaning back in the club booth as he fiddled with his phone, looking up once and a while to scan the room. As much as he tried to relax, he could not do so fully. Not with such a life changing event about to take place. "Well what's his excuse, huh?" Marcus asked, pointing to Sam, who's head now rested against the table, mumbling something inaudible into the polished hardwood. Amaury looked up and shook his head. "He's just not as good as you." He smirked as Marcus slammed his hands down on the table, laughing, causing Sam to lift his head and look around disoriented. "Your damn right!" He hollered again as Amaury rolled his eyes.
"Amaury, you need to relax." Marcus said as he flagged down the server again, calling for another round of drinks for all three of them, giving the server what he assumed was a naughty whisper in the ear as she giggled and went to fetch the beer. He certainly had a mighty tolerance for alcohol, and a way with women that was unrivaled in the 115th. "We may all die tomorrow, you have to live life today." Amaury raised his eyebrow and looked up at his team mate, curious as to what he meant. As far as he knew, he was living just fine. "You mean, the day after tomorrow?" He sarcastically replied, taking a drink of his existing beer, Sam placing his face back down on the table. "You know what I mean. Your just playing with your phone. We are in a club! Listen to this great music, look at all these beautiful women! Go find someone, take them home, enjoy your life!" Marcus boomed with his hands in the air, a few of the other resistance members in the bar cheering him on. Amaury just remained silent however, scrolling through the page he was reading on his phone, returning his attention to it.
Seeing that Amaury was unwilling to bite on his bait, Marcus sighed. "What are you even reading?" He asked, trying to peer over the table at his phone. Amaury turned it towards him after a brief second, showing him article of news. "Its just news from Earth. About the disarmament of the Federation. They have been cutting back on their armed forces over the last few years, and news today is that they are calling for more warships to be scrapped." He said, scrolling through the pages and pictures, showing Marcus who only nodded. "If they keep this up, everything should run much smoother than I would have hoped." Amaury added, pulling the phone back to himself as he continued his way through the article. Marcus stared at him for a second, then looked up at the waitress as she return with their drinks, sliding one into Sam's hand. "Amaury, let me ask you a question." He said, taking a drink of his fresh beer, Amaury's eyes matching his again. "Do you have family here in the colonies? I know that you had talked about your dad, but what about your mother? Or any brothers or sisters?" He asked as Amaury looked at his phone momentarily before speaking. "On the colonies? No. I'm only child and my mother fled to Earth a few years back. I have no idea where she is, what she is doing. Or if she is even alive. But, that is fine with me." He stated, sliding through more news on his phone as Marcus nodded again. "Ah." He replied. He must have thought Amaury was cols for saying such about his mother, but he had his reasons. What kind of mother leaves their child in space by himself to start a new life on Earth? And at only fourteen years old? It just wasn't right.
Marcus lifted his head up to speak again, turning to Sam who had seemed to have recovered a little, but was still clearly inebriated. He patted him on the back, proud that he was still drinking, and turned back go Amaury, but his eye was caught by someone at the bar on the far side of the club. "Well, look at that." He said with a smirk, prompting Amaury to look up, at him, then the bar. It was Corina, again. It was almost as if she always seemed to show up where they were, or vise versa. "There ya go Amaury. That's who you should be talking to tonight." Marcus smirked as Amaury immediately stared him down. "Come on Marcus, really? Again your going to start this?" Amaury asked, rubbing his face as Marcus stared at him with an almost evil grin. "Come on, don't be an idiot. You know that she has some kind of thing for you. How can you deny that?" He asked as Sam laughed a little, still unable to form complete words. How much had he really drank? He was totally smashed. "Because Marcus, I'm not going to sleep with my commanding officer's girlfriend." Amaury replied as he returned back to his phone, even though out of sight from Marcus vision, he was looking at Corina. She seemed upset, staring at the glass in her left hand blankly as the right supported her head. This was a side of her none of them had really seen before, and on the opposite side of this table, neither was her letdown, long dark hair and ornate sundress, which seemed go be the focus of his eye.
"Well, apparently those guys don't seem to care if he is your commanding officer's girlfriend or not." Marcus replied, pointing at the two men who had approached her and were talking to her, despite the fact that she clearly did not want to be bothered. They were wearing EFSF uniforms, Federal Soldiers, and had clearly been drinking. "Someone should do something." Marcus added, staring at Amaury with the continued evil look as Amaury looked at him, then Sam, then sighed, placing his phone in his pocket. "Well don't everyone jump up at once." He said as he stood and started walking towards the three of them, Marcus laughing loudly. "We have your back, don't worry!" Marcus called out, followed by more cheering from the friends around again.
Nervously swallowing, as a reaction to either Corina or the two well built men harassing her he didn't know, Amaury approached and stood next to her. "Hey, Corina, I didn't know that you were here." He said with a slight, timid smile as she returned it, grateful that he had come to her aid. "Y-Yeah, I just got he-" she started before one of the soldiers intervened. "Hey, we were talking to her kid, buzz off." The tallest one stated as the other back him up. "Yeah, buzz off." He replied, almost as if he was the first guy's sidekick. "I really don't think she wants to talk to you." Amaury replied, looking at the two of them from the corner of his eyes, still looking at Corina who seemed to be even more nervous. "I really don't want to be rude guys, I just don't feel well." She said, trying to diffuse the situation, but the two soldiers seemed go be pushing it further. "Oh? And what makes you think you can just talk to her then, eh? Who do you think you are. We are soldiers, and you seem to be nothing. Nothing but gutter scum." The one said, pushing Amaury back violently as Corina gasped a little under her breath. "Colony scum, you are all alike. All just trash." The second soldier said as the both laughed, Amaury tightening his fists in anger as the smaller soldier pushed him again. This was what was wrong with the Federation. Largely inhabited with men like these two, who saw the colonies as their playing ground, not free people. Making a distance between Amaury and Corina, the larger soldier saw an opportunity to act inappropriately, smelling Corina's hair like some kind of animal and placing his hand on her shoulder. This was the breaking point in Amaury's mind, immediately growling under his breath and grabbing a bottle from the bar and smashing it over the smaller soldier's head, then lunging for the taller of the two. He however got the upper hand, cracking Amaury in the face and knocking him harshly to the floor.
"Uh-oh." Marcus said, pushing Sam out into the aisle as he ran towards the bar, tackling the taller soldier to the ground as the bar began to clear out around the fight, even Corina as the small soldier stood to his feet and kicked Amaury in the stomach, blood running from his face where the glass had slashed. "GUAH! Colony dirt bag, I'll show you!" He yelled, drawing a knife from his pocket and unfolding it, but just as he did, a drunken Sam appeared and cracked him in the jaw. "Ouch!" Sam yelled as he shook his fist, looking the small soldier right in the face as he reared back his fist. "I'm sorry-" Sam attempted to apologize before he punched Sam out cold. Nobody said he was going to do well in this fight, but at least he helped. It certainly gave Amaury enough time to get to his feet, tackling the second soldier into a table, disarming him before the larger brute grabbed Amaury and tossed him through a window into the street. A car swerved go avoid hitting the boy as Marcus appeared next to Amaury's side, raising him to his feet. "Your alright kid, get up. Oh, damn, here they come!" Marcus said, tackling the smaller one, who had rushed towards them, to the ground and pummeling him over and over again with his fist, leaving the big one to Amaury. "You should have just left us alone kid!" He yelled, pulling what appeared to be a folding baton from a pouch on his belt and extended it, whipping Amaury in the face before he jumped back to avoid a second blow, swinging forward and striking the Federal in the nose, blood immediately visible. "BRAT!" The soldier yelled, swinging to hit Amaury again, but it was at this time that Amaury noticed that everything around him was beginning to slow down. It was like a movie. But why was it happening? Was everyone moving slower, or was he just seeing things more clearly? Whatever it was, seeing the enemy move in slow motion, he was able to dodge the baton again, and as forcefully as he could, grabbed the soldier's arm and smashed BIM to the ground, punching him several times until it seemed that he was down for the count.
Panting heavily, Amaury looked up to check on Marcus, who was also looking up at Amaury, and almost at the same time, began to laugh, followed by the cheers of those who proceeded outside to see the fight. These soldiers were not very popular around here, so almost no one was rooting for them. "Good job kid." Marcus said, helping Amaury to his feet as he shook his fists, sore from the ogre's face he had just beaten. He looked around for Corina, after all this fight all really centered on her, and spotted her in the crowd that was approaching them. "Are you... Alright?" Amaury asked her, still trying to catch his breath as she smiled. "I'm not the one who just got thrown through a window." She replied, blushing before sirens were heard whaling down the streets toward them. Apparently someone was sticking up for the Federals. "Oh great, that's what we need. Amaury take Corina and get out of here, I'm gonna grab Sam and do the same. I'll meet you two back at the plant." Marcus said, running through the crowd into the bar as Amaury took Corina's hand and began to run down an ally, the other resistance members there scattering as well.
Once they were a few blocks away, they stopped to catch a breath, Amaury leaning up against a red brick building and coughing. Someone had hit him in the chest, and it burned something fierce. "Okay, I think we are safe now." Amaury said, looking up at Corina who seemed to be winded as well. "Good, because these were not my ideal jogging shoes." She replied, showing the flats that she had been wearing as Amaury smiled a little. "Well this wasn't my ideal night either." He said, brushing off his jeans and hoodie, looking up at the sky. "I'm sorry that all that happened." Corina said sheepishly, holding her wrist with her hand, looking down at the ground as Amaury blinked. "What? No. It wasn't your fault. Don't worry about it." He said, smiling as she blushed, looking up at him, causing him to do the same. "C'mon, let's get back." He said, leading the way back to the plant, which could be seen several blocks away down an alley. At least after that point it was peaceful, and they were able to talk without fist being flung. "So what were you doing here anyway?" Amaury eventually asked, still looking up at the sky, as did Corina. "Well... I don't know." She said, looking away from him as she nervously grabbed her wrist. Amaury looked at her for a moment, then down the alley intersection they were at. "You can tell me you know, I'm not going to say anything." He replied as she sighed. "I don't know... I just really needed to get away from Monty. He is being the biggest ass about this mission, and its driving me insane. I didn't even want to go on this assignment, I'm not a soldier, I'm a mechanic." She said, nervously playing with the edge of her dress. So Amaury's assumption was correct, she wasn't happy about being stuck in Odessa. Big surprise. "If your afraid, don't be. Monty isn't going to let anything happen to you." Amaury replied, looking back up as a helicopter flew by, possibly going to the bar incident. Hopefully Marcus and Sam got away. Corina laughed slightly under her breath and looked over at him, seeing him staring at the helicopter. "And apparently neither will you." She said, blushing heavily as so did he, looking at her and blinking a few times. "W-Well, you know... I mean..." Amaury stumbled on his words, nervously rubbing his hair as she giggled slightly. She looked forward and saw that they had already made their way back, and fearing that Monty might be lurking around, made it quick. "Well, thank you for helping me." Was all she could say, turning go walk away before stopping and turning towards him. With a red face, she walked toward him and in one motion, kissed his cheek and walked swiftly back inside, hiding the blood red blush across her cheeks.
Amaury himself was shocked and stood still, unable to say anything until he heard footsteps behind him. Marcus, with Sam, one arm around his neck, shook his head. He must have seen everything, and he was surely in for a fierce jabbing now. But, instead, Marcus simply shook his head and walked past him towards the compound. "Women." Was all he said, leaving Amaury standing still, looking down at the hand that had led Corina away. Maybe he really sis feel something for this girl, for the girl who was dating his direct superior. What other explanation could there have been for him intervening, and getting his head whipped. But, with everything about to happen, he couldn't sit and think about it. "Yeah, women." He simply mumbled back, following his friends inside.
In seeing their friend raise his hand, Marcus and Sam did as well, Amaury nodding at them both. It seemed like the trio wouldn't be split up, not yet at least. "Thank you all. You are all dismissed except for those of you who volunteered, I want a quick meeting with you all here." Krupp asked as the others started to scattered, leaving what was roughly fifty personnel. Some pilots, some mechanics, some infantry and logistics. All of them stood together and waited for Krupp, who was leading Green over to them. "I knew you would volunteer kid, that's why I like you." Monty said over Amaury's shoulder, causing Amaury to nervously swallow. Of all times for Monty to try and be friendly again, this was not the best choice. Not with a silent segment of rage at Monty's actions with Corina growing inside. How could he just force someone into what could be a suicide mission? And this man lead them, and was expected to make the right decisions? Were they all just pawns under him, or just the ones he was dating? "Yes Sir." He replied harshly without looking back at his 'leader'. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to contain his hatred should he have to look at that smug expression he was sure stemmed across Monty's face right now.
"Mr. Green, I would like to introduce you to my finest pilots, and the head of the training program, Monty McKean." Admiral Krupp stated, pointing to Monty who stepped forward to shake Richard's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Sir. Your information is invaluable to the success of our little plan." He said with a grin.
Almost immediately Monty's eyes shifted to Amaury as Green complimented him, but received no look back from the boy, who still was ignoring him the best he could. It was almostbas if Monty seemed... Jealous. Jealous that he wasn't the only pilot who's name had gained some kind of notoriety, and it all stemmed right back to the day in simulator. Apparently, Amaury's performance that day scored somewhere on the level of advanced, and word of it did not stay limited to their cell of the movement. "Thank you sir, hoping to make a difference in this up coming conflict." Amaury appropriately replied, his hands held behind his back as he nodded. "Well I'm sure you will. All of you are the pride of Zeon, and this drop mission will show case this. I'm actually glad you all were the volunteers, as with the nature of the mission, I need the best men I have down there in Odessa." Krupp stated, a grin across his face as he kept his hands behind his own back properly. "I need the men who can drop, take that base, and prepare immediately for any kind of resistance from the local Federal Garrison. Do you understand?" Krupp asked, looking at Monty, then Marcus, Amaury and Sam, then the rest of them. "Yes sir." They all replied at once, nodding and looking at each other. "Good, now you are dismissed. Finish up your small arms and combat training, your going to need it in a weeks time. Mr. Green, let us proceed to my office." Krupp instructed as they all acknowledged and turned to leave, flowing back out various doors in the room to wherever they needed to be.
"Oh yeah, some real action soon!" Sam called out in the hallway as they walked back towards their scheduled training for the day: small arms training. They weren't just pilots, the couldn't be just pilots, even if they wanted to. Not with how small their army was. They need to be trained as pilots, infantry, and even Drop Shock Troops, and over the last few weeks, they spent 4 hours a day learning so. "Relax Sam, you don't want to get too excited. Don't let a Feddy get the best of you, I'll never let you live it down." Marcus boomed back followed by his deep laugh, causing Amaury to snicker. "Yeah Sam, so help me god I will use you as mobile cover." Amaury replied, looking at the blonde headed moron from the corner of his eye. In all honesty, this was only a front. Amaury was, indeed, terrified. But he could never let them see it. They all needed to be fearless, and he was sure they felt the same way inside. Only time would tell who survived, and whether or not they were successful.
One week. One week was all the time in advance they were given before the operation was to begin. One week to finalize every little detail, to sharpen every point to the correct standard. The plan had all been pieced together now. They were to hide amongst the debris being dumped down to the surface, and once past the long range scanners of the Federation's defense satellites, break free and make their descent down to the mountains in search of the warehouse they were after. Scouts had searched the area and had marked the area with the highest probability of the entrance. From what they said, it was overgrown with thick foliage, up in the mountains of the Ukraine. Untouched and undiscovered since the One Year War. The entire plan revolved around this being an unopened treasure trove of military hardware. They would just have to hope. Once the base was secured, they would await to arrival of Green's freighter's, which would shuttle the items in secret back to Side 3's various colonies. But, as far as Amaury was concerned, that was out of their hands. They would only need to focus on their objectives. Three days before the operation, Amaury learned of their designation. The 115th Orbital Drop Division, the 'Liberators'. Ironic as they wouldn't be liberating anything, or at least not yet. And to further this new designation, Amaury was promotes to Gefreiter, and placed as Monty's right hand man, with his left being another pilot named Geoff. How ironic to stand under someone who he was pretty sure hated him in some way.
Two nights before the operation, the whole until received permission to go out and try to relax. Everyone was stressed, anxious, nervous. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, and Krupp felt it necessary that everyone relax before their mission. Under the provision that everyone behave; they couldn't afford for anyone to be arrested and put out of commission, or worse, the whole plan revealed. Marcus, Sam and Amaury found themselves not too far from the Filtration Plant, at a somewhat popular bar and club known simply as 'The Launch', taking its name from the docks only a few blocks from its location. It was a young person's bar, and they fit in there. Although, it was odd seeing each other in civilian clothing at a bar after having spent so much time in uniform training. The past few months had been exhausting, but the real struggle hadn't even begun yet. "Oh come on Sam, you've barely had five beers and your already drunk! And Amaury, you haven't even finished your third! What the hell is wrong with you two?!" Hollered Marcus, who himself had already polished off several drinks, double the amount of Sam. "I told you I don't really drink M, just not in my nature." Amaury replied, leaning back in the club booth as he fiddled with his phone, looking up once and a while to scan the room. As much as he tried to relax, he could not do so fully. Not with such a life changing event about to take place. "Well what's his excuse, huh?" Marcus asked, pointing to Sam, who's head now rested against the table, mumbling something inaudible into the polished hardwood. Amaury looked up and shook his head. "He's just not as good as you." He smirked as Marcus slammed his hands down on the table, laughing, causing Sam to lift his head and look around disoriented. "Your damn right!" He hollered again as Amaury rolled his eyes.
"Amaury, you need to relax." Marcus said as he flagged down the server again, calling for another round of drinks for all three of them, giving the server what he assumed was a naughty whisper in the ear as she giggled and went to fetch the beer. He certainly had a mighty tolerance for alcohol, and a way with women that was unrivaled in the 115th. "We may all die tomorrow, you have to live life today." Amaury raised his eyebrow and looked up at his team mate, curious as to what he meant. As far as he knew, he was living just fine. "You mean, the day after tomorrow?" He sarcastically replied, taking a drink of his existing beer, Sam placing his face back down on the table. "You know what I mean. Your just playing with your phone. We are in a club! Listen to this great music, look at all these beautiful women! Go find someone, take them home, enjoy your life!" Marcus boomed with his hands in the air, a few of the other resistance members in the bar cheering him on. Amaury just remained silent however, scrolling through the page he was reading on his phone, returning his attention to it.
Seeing that Amaury was unwilling to bite on his bait, Marcus sighed. "What are you even reading?" He asked, trying to peer over the table at his phone. Amaury turned it towards him after a brief second, showing him article of news. "Its just news from Earth. About the disarmament of the Federation. They have been cutting back on their armed forces over the last few years, and news today is that they are calling for more warships to be scrapped." He said, scrolling through the pages and pictures, showing Marcus who only nodded. "If they keep this up, everything should run much smoother than I would have hoped." Amaury added, pulling the phone back to himself as he continued his way through the article. Marcus stared at him for a second, then looked up at the waitress as she return with their drinks, sliding one into Sam's hand. "Amaury, let me ask you a question." He said, taking a drink of his fresh beer, Amaury's eyes matching his again. "Do you have family here in the colonies? I know that you had talked about your dad, but what about your mother? Or any brothers or sisters?" He asked as Amaury looked at his phone momentarily before speaking. "On the colonies? No. I'm only child and my mother fled to Earth a few years back. I have no idea where she is, what she is doing. Or if she is even alive. But, that is fine with me." He stated, sliding through more news on his phone as Marcus nodded again. "Ah." He replied. He must have thought Amaury was cols for saying such about his mother, but he had his reasons. What kind of mother leaves their child in space by himself to start a new life on Earth? And at only fourteen years old? It just wasn't right.
Marcus lifted his head up to speak again, turning to Sam who had seemed to have recovered a little, but was still clearly inebriated. He patted him on the back, proud that he was still drinking, and turned back go Amaury, but his eye was caught by someone at the bar on the far side of the club. "Well, look at that." He said with a smirk, prompting Amaury to look up, at him, then the bar. It was Corina, again. It was almost as if she always seemed to show up where they were, or vise versa. "There ya go Amaury. That's who you should be talking to tonight." Marcus smirked as Amaury immediately stared him down. "Come on Marcus, really? Again your going to start this?" Amaury asked, rubbing his face as Marcus stared at him with an almost evil grin. "Come on, don't be an idiot. You know that she has some kind of thing for you. How can you deny that?" He asked as Sam laughed a little, still unable to form complete words. How much had he really drank? He was totally smashed. "Because Marcus, I'm not going to sleep with my commanding officer's girlfriend." Amaury replied as he returned back to his phone, even though out of sight from Marcus vision, he was looking at Corina. She seemed upset, staring at the glass in her left hand blankly as the right supported her head. This was a side of her none of them had really seen before, and on the opposite side of this table, neither was her letdown, long dark hair and ornate sundress, which seemed go be the focus of his eye.
"Well, apparently those guys don't seem to care if he is your commanding officer's girlfriend or not." Marcus replied, pointing at the two men who had approached her and were talking to her, despite the fact that she clearly did not want to be bothered. They were wearing EFSF uniforms, Federal Soldiers, and had clearly been drinking. "Someone should do something." Marcus added, staring at Amaury with the continued evil look as Amaury looked at him, then Sam, then sighed, placing his phone in his pocket. "Well don't everyone jump up at once." He said as he stood and started walking towards the three of them, Marcus laughing loudly. "We have your back, don't worry!" Marcus called out, followed by more cheering from the friends around again.
Nervously swallowing, as a reaction to either Corina or the two well built men harassing her he didn't know, Amaury approached and stood next to her. "Hey, Corina, I didn't know that you were here." He said with a slight, timid smile as she returned it, grateful that he had come to her aid. "Y-Yeah, I just got he-" she started before one of the soldiers intervened. "Hey, we were talking to her kid, buzz off." The tallest one stated as the other back him up. "Yeah, buzz off." He replied, almost as if he was the first guy's sidekick. "I really don't think she wants to talk to you." Amaury replied, looking at the two of them from the corner of his eyes, still looking at Corina who seemed to be even more nervous. "I really don't want to be rude guys, I just don't feel well." She said, trying to diffuse the situation, but the two soldiers seemed go be pushing it further. "Oh? And what makes you think you can just talk to her then, eh? Who do you think you are. We are soldiers, and you seem to be nothing. Nothing but gutter scum." The one said, pushing Amaury back violently as Corina gasped a little under her breath. "Colony scum, you are all alike. All just trash." The second soldier said as the both laughed, Amaury tightening his fists in anger as the smaller soldier pushed him again. This was what was wrong with the Federation. Largely inhabited with men like these two, who saw the colonies as their playing ground, not free people. Making a distance between Amaury and Corina, the larger soldier saw an opportunity to act inappropriately, smelling Corina's hair like some kind of animal and placing his hand on her shoulder. This was the breaking point in Amaury's mind, immediately growling under his breath and grabbing a bottle from the bar and smashing it over the smaller soldier's head, then lunging for the taller of the two. He however got the upper hand, cracking Amaury in the face and knocking him harshly to the floor.
"Uh-oh." Marcus said, pushing Sam out into the aisle as he ran towards the bar, tackling the taller soldier to the ground as the bar began to clear out around the fight, even Corina as the small soldier stood to his feet and kicked Amaury in the stomach, blood running from his face where the glass had slashed. "GUAH! Colony dirt bag, I'll show you!" He yelled, drawing a knife from his pocket and unfolding it, but just as he did, a drunken Sam appeared and cracked him in the jaw. "Ouch!" Sam yelled as he shook his fist, looking the small soldier right in the face as he reared back his fist. "I'm sorry-" Sam attempted to apologize before he punched Sam out cold. Nobody said he was going to do well in this fight, but at least he helped. It certainly gave Amaury enough time to get to his feet, tackling the second soldier into a table, disarming him before the larger brute grabbed Amaury and tossed him through a window into the street. A car swerved go avoid hitting the boy as Marcus appeared next to Amaury's side, raising him to his feet. "Your alright kid, get up. Oh, damn, here they come!" Marcus said, tackling the smaller one, who had rushed towards them, to the ground and pummeling him over and over again with his fist, leaving the big one to Amaury. "You should have just left us alone kid!" He yelled, pulling what appeared to be a folding baton from a pouch on his belt and extended it, whipping Amaury in the face before he jumped back to avoid a second blow, swinging forward and striking the Federal in the nose, blood immediately visible. "BRAT!" The soldier yelled, swinging to hit Amaury again, but it was at this time that Amaury noticed that everything around him was beginning to slow down. It was like a movie. But why was it happening? Was everyone moving slower, or was he just seeing things more clearly? Whatever it was, seeing the enemy move in slow motion, he was able to dodge the baton again, and as forcefully as he could, grabbed the soldier's arm and smashed BIM to the ground, punching him several times until it seemed that he was down for the count.
Panting heavily, Amaury looked up to check on Marcus, who was also looking up at Amaury, and almost at the same time, began to laugh, followed by the cheers of those who proceeded outside to see the fight. These soldiers were not very popular around here, so almost no one was rooting for them. "Good job kid." Marcus said, helping Amaury to his feet as he shook his fists, sore from the ogre's face he had just beaten. He looked around for Corina, after all this fight all really centered on her, and spotted her in the crowd that was approaching them. "Are you... Alright?" Amaury asked her, still trying to catch his breath as she smiled. "I'm not the one who just got thrown through a window." She replied, blushing before sirens were heard whaling down the streets toward them. Apparently someone was sticking up for the Federals. "Oh great, that's what we need. Amaury take Corina and get out of here, I'm gonna grab Sam and do the same. I'll meet you two back at the plant." Marcus said, running through the crowd into the bar as Amaury took Corina's hand and began to run down an ally, the other resistance members there scattering as well.
Once they were a few blocks away, they stopped to catch a breath, Amaury leaning up against a red brick building and coughing. Someone had hit him in the chest, and it burned something fierce. "Okay, I think we are safe now." Amaury said, looking up at Corina who seemed to be winded as well. "Good, because these were not my ideal jogging shoes." She replied, showing the flats that she had been wearing as Amaury smiled a little. "Well this wasn't my ideal night either." He said, brushing off his jeans and hoodie, looking up at the sky. "I'm sorry that all that happened." Corina said sheepishly, holding her wrist with her hand, looking down at the ground as Amaury blinked. "What? No. It wasn't your fault. Don't worry about it." He said, smiling as she blushed, looking up at him, causing him to do the same. "C'mon, let's get back." He said, leading the way back to the plant, which could be seen several blocks away down an alley. At least after that point it was peaceful, and they were able to talk without fist being flung. "So what were you doing here anyway?" Amaury eventually asked, still looking up at the sky, as did Corina. "Well... I don't know." She said, looking away from him as she nervously grabbed her wrist. Amaury looked at her for a moment, then down the alley intersection they were at. "You can tell me you know, I'm not going to say anything." He replied as she sighed. "I don't know... I just really needed to get away from Monty. He is being the biggest ass about this mission, and its driving me insane. I didn't even want to go on this assignment, I'm not a soldier, I'm a mechanic." She said, nervously playing with the edge of her dress. So Amaury's assumption was correct, she wasn't happy about being stuck in Odessa. Big surprise. "If your afraid, don't be. Monty isn't going to let anything happen to you." Amaury replied, looking back up as a helicopter flew by, possibly going to the bar incident. Hopefully Marcus and Sam got away. Corina laughed slightly under her breath and looked over at him, seeing him staring at the helicopter. "And apparently neither will you." She said, blushing heavily as so did he, looking at her and blinking a few times. "W-Well, you know... I mean..." Amaury stumbled on his words, nervously rubbing his hair as she giggled slightly. She looked forward and saw that they had already made their way back, and fearing that Monty might be lurking around, made it quick. "Well, thank you for helping me." Was all she could say, turning go walk away before stopping and turning towards him. With a red face, she walked toward him and in one motion, kissed his cheek and walked swiftly back inside, hiding the blood red blush across her cheeks.
Amaury himself was shocked and stood still, unable to say anything until he heard footsteps behind him. Marcus, with Sam, one arm around his neck, shook his head. He must have seen everything, and he was surely in for a fierce jabbing now. But, instead, Marcus simply shook his head and walked past him towards the compound. "Women." Was all he said, leaving Amaury standing still, looking down at the hand that had led Corina away. Maybe he really sis feel something for this girl, for the girl who was dating his direct superior. What other explanation could there have been for him intervening, and getting his head whipped. But, with everything about to happen, he couldn't sit and think about it. "Yeah, women." He simply mumbled back, following his friends inside.
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One week. One week was all the time in advance they were given before the operation was to begin. One week to finalize every little detail, to sharpen every point to the correct standard. The plan had all been pieced together now. They were to hide amongst the debris being dumped down to the surface, and once past the long range scanners of the Federation's defense satellites, break free and make their descent down to the mountains in search of the warehouse they were after. Scouts had searched the area and had marked the area with the highest probability of the entrance. From what they said, it was overgrown with thick foliage, up in the mountains of the Ukraine. Untouched and undiscovered since the One Year War. The entire plan revolved around this being an unopened treasure trove of military hardware. They would just have to hope. Once the base was secured, they would await to arrival of Green's freighter's, which would shuttle the items in secret back to Side 3's various colonies. But, as far as Amaury was concerned, that was out of their hands. They would only need to focus on their objectives. Three days before the operation, Amaury learned of their designation. The 115th Orbital Drop Division, the 'Liberators'. Ironic as they wouldn't be liberating anything, or at least not yet. And to further this new designation, Amaury was promotes to Gefreiter, and placed as Monty's right hand man, with his left being another pilot named Geoff. How ironic to stand under someone who he was pretty sure hated him in some way.
Two nights before the operation, the whole until received permission to go out and try to relax. Everyone was stressed, anxious, nervous. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, and Krupp felt it necessary that everyone relax before their mission. Under the provision that everyone behave; they couldn't afford for anyone to be arrested and put out of commission, or worse, the whole plan revealed. Marcus, Sam and Amaury found themselves not too far from the Filtration Plant, at a somewhat popular bar and club known simply as 'The Launch', taking its name from the docks only a few blocks from its location. It was a young person's bar, and they fit in there. Although, it was odd seeing each other in civilian clothing at a bar after having spent so much time in uniform training. The past few months had been exhausting, but the real struggle hadn't even begun yet. "Oh come on Sam, you've barely had five beers and your already drunk! And Amaury, you haven't even finished your third! What the hell is wrong with you two?!" Hollered Marcus, who himself had already polished off several drinks, double the amount of Sam. "I told you I don't really drink M, just not in my nature." Amaury replied, leaning back in the club booth as he fiddled with his phone, looking up once and a while to scan the room. As much as he tried to relax, he could not do so fully. Not with such a life changing event about to take place. "Well what's his excuse, huh?" Marcus asked, pointing to Sam, who's head now rested against the table, mumbling something inaudible into the polished hardwood. Amaury looked up and shook his head. "He's just not as good as you." He smirked as Marcus slammed his hands down on the table, laughing, causing Sam to lift his head and look around disoriented. "Your damn right!" He hollered again as Amaury rolled his eyes.
"Amaury, you need to relax." Marcus said as he flagged down the server again, calling for another round of drinks for all three of them, giving the server what he assumed was a naughty whisper in the ear as she giggled and went to fetch the beer. He certainly had a mighty tolerance for alcohol, and a way with women that was unrivaled in the 115th. "We may all die tomorrow, you have to live life today." Amaury raised his eyebrow and looked up at his team mate, curious as to what he meant. As far as he knew, he was living just fine. "You mean, the day after tomorrow?" He sarcastically replied, taking a drink of his existing beer, Sam placing his face back down on the table. "You know what I mean. Your just playing with your phone. We are in a club! Listen to this great music, look at all these beautiful women! Go find someone, take them home, enjoy your life!" Marcus boomed with his hands in the air, a few of the other resistance members in the bar cheering him on. Amaury just remained silent however, scrolling through the page he was reading on his phone, returning his attention to it.
Seeing that Amaury was unwilling to bite on his bait, Marcus sighed. "What are you even reading?" He asked, trying to peer over the table at his phone. Amaury turned it towards him after a brief second, showing him article of news. "Its just news from Earth. About the disarmament of the Federation. They have been cutting back on their armed forces over the last few years, and news today is that they are calling for more warships to be scrapped." He said, scrolling through the pages and pictures, showing Marcus who only nodded. "If they keep this up, everything should run much smoother than I would have hoped." Amaury added, pulling the phone back to himself as he continued his way through the article. Marcus stared at him for a second, then looked up at the waitress as she return with their drinks, sliding one into Sam's hand. "Amaury, let me ask you a question." He said, taking a drink of his fresh beer, Amaury's eyes matching his again. "Do you have family here in the colonies? I know that you had talked about your dad, but what about your mother? Or any brothers or sisters?" He asked as Amaury looked at his phone momentarily before speaking. "On the colonies? No. I'm only child and my mother fled to Earth a few years back. I have no idea where she is, what she is doing. Or if she is even alive. But, that is fine with me." He stated, sliding through more news on his phone as Marcus nodded again. "Ah." He replied. He must have thought Amaury was cols for saying such about his mother, but he had his reasons. What kind of mother leaves their child in space by himself to start a new life on Earth? And at only fourteen years old? It just wasn't right.
Marcus lifted his head up to speak again, turning to Sam who had seemed to have recovered a little, but was still clearly inebriated. He patted him on the back, proud that he was still drinking, and turned back go Amaury, but his eye was caught by someone at the bar on the far side of the club. "Well, look at that." He said with a smirk, prompting Amaury to look up, at him, then the bar. It was Corina, again. It was almost as if she always seemed to show up where they were, or vise versa. "There ya go Amaury. That's who you should be talking to tonight." Marcus smirked as Amaury immediately stared him down. "Come on Marcus, really? Again your going to start this?" Amaury asked, rubbing his face as Marcus stared at him with an almost evil grin. "Come on, don't be an idiot. You know that she has some kind of thing for you. How can you deny that?" He asked as Sam laughed a little, still unable to form complete words. How much had he really drank? He was totally smashed. "Because Marcus, I'm not going to sleep with my commanding officer's girlfriend." Amaury replied as he returned back to his phone, even though out of sight from Marcus vision, he was looking at Corina. She seemed upset, staring at the glass in her left hand blankly as the right supported her head. This was a side of her none of them had really seen before, and on the opposite side of this table, neither was her letdown, long dark hair and ornate sundress, which seemed go be the focus of his eye.
"Well, apparently those guys don't seem to care if he is your commanding officer's girlfriend or not." Marcus replied, pointing at the two men who had approached her and were talking to her, despite the fact that she clearly did not want to be bothered. They were wearing EFSF uniforms, Federal Soldiers, and had clearly been drinking. "Someone should do something." Marcus added, staring at Amaury with the continued evil look as Amaury looked at him, then Sam, then sighed, placing his phone in his pocket. "Well don't everyone jump up at once." He said as he stood and started walking towards the three of them, Marcus laughing loudly. "We have your back, don't worry!" Marcus called out, followed by more cheering from the friends around again.
Nervously swallowing, as a reaction to either Corina or the two well built men harassing her he didn't know, Amaury approached and stood next to her. "Hey, Corina, I didn't know that you were here." He said with a slight, timid smile as she returned it, grateful that he had come to her aid. "Y-Yeah, I just got he-" she started before one of the soldiers intervened. "Hey, we were talking to her kid, buzz off." The tallest one stated as the other back him up. "Yeah, buzz off." He replied, almost as if he was the first guy's sidekick. "I really don't think she wants to talk to you." Amaury replied, looking at the two of them from the corner of his eyes, still looking at Corina who seemed to be even more nervous. "I really don't want to be rude guys, I just don't feel well." She said, trying to diffuse the situation, but the two soldiers seemed go be pushing it further. "Oh? And what makes you think you can just talk to her then, eh? Who do you think you are. We are soldiers, and you seem to be nothing. Nothing but gutter scum." The one said, pushing Amaury back violently as Corina gasped a little under her breath. "Colony scum, you are all alike. All just trash." The second soldier said as the both laughed, Amaury tightening his fists in anger as the smaller soldier pushed him again. This was what was wrong with the Federation. Largely inhabited with men like these two, who saw the colonies as their playing ground, not free people. Making a distance between Amaury and Corina, the larger soldier saw an opportunity to act inappropriately, smelling Corina's hair like some kind of animal and placing his hand on her shoulder. This was the breaking point in Amaury's mind, immediately growling under his breath and grabbing a bottle from the bar and smashing it over the smaller soldier's head, then lunging for the taller of the two. He however got the upper hand, cracking Amaury in the face and knocking him harshly to the floor.
"Uh-oh." Marcus said, pushing Sam out into the aisle as he ran towards the bar, tackling the taller soldier to the ground as the bar began to clear out around the fight, even Corina as the small soldier stood to his feet and kicked Amaury in the stomach, blood running from his face where the glass had slashed. "GUAH! Colony dirt bag, I'll show you!" He yelled, drawing a knife from his pocket and unfolding it, but just as he did, a drunken Sam appeared and cracked him in the jaw. "Ouch!" Sam yelled as he shook his fist, looking the small soldier right in the face as he reared back his fist. "I'm sorry-" Sam attempted to apologize before he punched Sam out cold. Nobody said he was going to do well in this fight, but at least he helped. It certainly gave Amaury enough time to get to his feet, tackling the second soldier into a table, disarming him before the larger brute grabbed Amaury and tossed him through a window into the street. A car swerved go avoid hitting the boy as Marcus appeared next to Amaury's side, raising him to his feet. "Your alright kid, get up. Oh, damn, here they come!" Marcus said, tackling the smaller one, who had rushed towards them, to the ground and pummeling him over and over again with his fist, leaving the big one to Amaury. "You should have just left us alone kid!" He yelled, pulling what appeared to be a folding baton from a pouch on his belt and extended it, whipping Amaury in the face before he jumped back to avoid a second blow, swinging forward and striking the Federal in the nose, blood immediately visible. "BRAT!" The soldier yelled, swinging to hit Amaury again, but it was at this time that Amaury noticed that everything around him was beginning to slow down. It was like a movie. But why was it happening? Was everyone moving slower, or was he just seeing things more clearly? Whatever it was, seeing the enemy move in slow motion, he was able to dodge the baton again, and as forcefully as he could, grabbed the soldier's arm and smashed BIM to the ground, punching him several times until it seemed that he was down for the count.
Panting heavily, Amaury looked up to check on Marcus, who was also looking up at Amaury, and almost at the same time, began to laugh, followed by the cheers of those who proceeded outside to see the fight. These soldiers were not very popular around here, so almost no one was rooting for them. "Good job kid." Marcus said, helping Amaury to his feet as he shook his fists, sore from the ogre's face he had just beaten. He looked around for Corina, after all this fight all really centered on her, and spotted her in the crowd that was approaching them. "Are you... Alright?" Amaury asked her, still trying to catch his breath as she smiled. "I'm not the one who just got thrown through a window." She replied, blushing before sirens were heard whaling down the streets toward them. Apparently someone was sticking up for the Federals. "Oh great, that's what we need. Amaury take Corina and get out of here, I'm gonna grab Sam and do the same. I'll meet you two back at the plant." Marcus said, running through the crowd into the bar as Amaury took Corina's hand and began to run down an ally, the other resistance members there scattering as well.
Once they were a few blocks away, they stopped to catch a breath, Amaury leaning up against a red brick building and coughing. Someone had hit him in the chest, and it burned something fierce. "Okay, I think we are safe now." Amaury said, looking up at Corina who seemed to be winded as well. "Good, because these were not my ideal jogging shoes." She replied, showing the flats that she had been wearing as Amaury smiled a little. "Well this wasn't my ideal night either." He said, brushing off his jeans and hoodie, looking up at the sky. "I'm sorry that all that happened." Corina said sheepishly, holding her wrist with her hand, looking down at the ground as Amaury blinked. "What? No. It wasn't your fault. Don't worry about it." He said, smiling as she blushed, looking up at him, causing him to do the same. "C'mon, let's get back." He said, leading the way back to the plant, which could be seen several blocks away down an alley. At least after that point it was peaceful, and they were able to talk without fist being flung. "So what were you doing here anyway?" Amaury eventually asked, still looking up at the sky, as did Corina. "Well... I don't know." She said, looking away from him as she nervously grabbed her wrist. Amaury looked at her for a moment, then down the alley intersection they were at. "You can tell me you know, I'm not going to say anything." He replied as she sighed. "I don't know... I just really needed to get away from Monty. He is being the biggest ass about this mission, and its driving me insane. I didn't even want to go on this assignment, I'm not a soldier, I'm a mechanic." She said, nervously playing with the edge of her dress. So Amaury's assumption was correct, she wasn't happy about being stuck in Odessa. Big surprise. "If your afraid, don't be. Monty isn't going to let anything happen to you." Amaury replied, looking back up as a helicopter flew by, possibly going to the bar incident. Hopefully Marcus and Sam got away. Corina laughed slightly under her breath and looked over at him, seeing him staring at the helicopter. "And apparently neither will you." She said, blushing heavily as so did he, looking at her and blinking a few times. "W-Well, you know... I mean..." Amaury stumbled on his words, nervously rubbing his hair as she giggled slightly. She looked forward and saw that they had already made their way back, and fearing that Monty might be lurking around, made it quick. "Well, thank you for helping me." Was all she could say, turning go walk away before stopping and turning towards him. With a red face, she walked toward him and in one motion, kissed his cheek and walked swiftly back inside, hiding the blood red blush across her cheeks.
Amaury himself was shocked and stood still, unable to say anything until he heard footsteps behind him. Marcus, with Sam, one arm around his neck, shook his head. He must have seen everything, and he was surely in for a fierce jabbing now. But, instead, Marcus simply shook his head and walked past him towards the compound. "Women." Was all he said, leaving Amaury standing still, looking down at the hand that had led Corina away. Maybe he really sis feel something for this girl, for the girl who was dating his direct superior. What other explanation could there have been for him intervening, and getting his head whipped. But, with everything about to happen, he couldn't sit and think about it. "Yeah, women." He simply mumbled back, following his friends inside.
One week. One week was all the time in advance they were given before the operation was to begin. One week to finalize every little detail, to sharpen every point to the correct standard. The plan had all been pieced together now. They were to hide amongst the debris being dumped down to the surface, and once past the long range scanners of the Federation's defense satellites, break free and make their descent down to the mountains in search of the warehouse they were after. Scouts had searched the area and had marked the area with the highest probability of the entrance. From what they said, it was overgrown with thick foliage, up in the mountains of the Ukraine. Untouched and undiscovered since the One Year War. The entire plan revolved around this being an unopened treasure trove of military hardware. They would just have to hope. Once the base was secured, they would await to arrival of Green's freighter's, which would shuttle the items in secret back to Side 3's various colonies. But, as far as Amaury was concerned, that was out of their hands. They would only need to focus on their objectives. Three days before the operation, Amaury learned of their designation. The 115th Orbital Drop Division, the 'Liberators'. Ironic as they wouldn't be liberating anything, or at least not yet. And to further this new designation, Amaury was promotes to Gefreiter, and placed as Monty's right hand man, with his left being another pilot named Geoff. How ironic to stand under someone who he was pretty sure hated him in some way.
Two nights before the operation, the whole until received permission to go out and try to relax. Everyone was stressed, anxious, nervous. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, and Krupp felt it necessary that everyone relax before their mission. Under the provision that everyone behave; they couldn't afford for anyone to be arrested and put out of commission, or worse, the whole plan revealed. Marcus, Sam and Amaury found themselves not too far from the Filtration Plant, at a somewhat popular bar and club known simply as 'The Launch', taking its name from the docks only a few blocks from its location. It was a young person's bar, and they fit in there. Although, it was odd seeing each other in civilian clothing at a bar after having spent so much time in uniform training. The past few months had been exhausting, but the real struggle hadn't even begun yet. "Oh come on Sam, you've barely had five beers and your already drunk! And Amaury, you haven't even finished your third! What the hell is wrong with you two?!" Hollered Marcus, who himself had already polished off several drinks, double the amount of Sam. "I told you I don't really drink M, just not in my nature." Amaury replied, leaning back in the club booth as he fiddled with his phone, looking up once and a while to scan the room. As much as he tried to relax, he could not do so fully. Not with such a life changing event about to take place. "Well what's his excuse, huh?" Marcus asked, pointing to Sam, who's head now rested against the table, mumbling something inaudible into the polished hardwood. Amaury looked up and shook his head. "He's just not as good as you." He smirked as Marcus slammed his hands down on the table, laughing, causing Sam to lift his head and look around disoriented. "Your damn right!" He hollered again as Amaury rolled his eyes.
"Amaury, you need to relax." Marcus said as he flagged down the server again, calling for another round of drinks for all three of them, giving the server what he assumed was a naughty whisper in the ear as she giggled and went to fetch the beer. He certainly had a mighty tolerance for alcohol, and a way with women that was unrivaled in the 115th. "We may all die tomorrow, you have to live life today." Amaury raised his eyebrow and looked up at his team mate, curious as to what he meant. As far as he knew, he was living just fine. "You mean, the day after tomorrow?" He sarcastically replied, taking a drink of his existing beer, Sam placing his face back down on the table. "You know what I mean. Your just playing with your phone. We are in a club! Listen to this great music, look at all these beautiful women! Go find someone, take them home, enjoy your life!" Marcus boomed with his hands in the air, a few of the other resistance members in the bar cheering him on. Amaury just remained silent however, scrolling through the page he was reading on his phone, returning his attention to it.
Seeing that Amaury was unwilling to bite on his bait, Marcus sighed. "What are you even reading?" He asked, trying to peer over the table at his phone. Amaury turned it towards him after a brief second, showing him article of news. "Its just news from Earth. About the disarmament of the Federation. They have been cutting back on their armed forces over the last few years, and news today is that they are calling for more warships to be scrapped." He said, scrolling through the pages and pictures, showing Marcus who only nodded. "If they keep this up, everything should run much smoother than I would have hoped." Amaury added, pulling the phone back to himself as he continued his way through the article. Marcus stared at him for a second, then looked up at the waitress as she return with their drinks, sliding one into Sam's hand. "Amaury, let me ask you a question." He said, taking a drink of his fresh beer, Amaury's eyes matching his again. "Do you have family here in the colonies? I know that you had talked about your dad, but what about your mother? Or any brothers or sisters?" He asked as Amaury looked at his phone momentarily before speaking. "On the colonies? No. I'm only child and my mother fled to Earth a few years back. I have no idea where she is, what she is doing. Or if she is even alive. But, that is fine with me." He stated, sliding through more news on his phone as Marcus nodded again. "Ah." He replied. He must have thought Amaury was cols for saying such about his mother, but he had his reasons. What kind of mother leaves their child in space by himself to start a new life on Earth? And at only fourteen years old? It just wasn't right.
Marcus lifted his head up to speak again, turning to Sam who had seemed to have recovered a little, but was still clearly inebriated. He patted him on the back, proud that he was still drinking, and turned back go Amaury, but his eye was caught by someone at the bar on the far side of the club. "Well, look at that." He said with a smirk, prompting Amaury to look up, at him, then the bar. It was Corina, again. It was almost as if she always seemed to show up where they were, or vise versa. "There ya go Amaury. That's who you should be talking to tonight." Marcus smirked as Amaury immediately stared him down. "Come on Marcus, really? Again your going to start this?" Amaury asked, rubbing his face as Marcus stared at him with an almost evil grin. "Come on, don't be an idiot. You know that she has some kind of thing for you. How can you deny that?" He asked as Sam laughed a little, still unable to form complete words. How much had he really drank? He was totally smashed. "Because Marcus, I'm not going to sleep with my commanding officer's girlfriend." Amaury replied as he returned back to his phone, even though out of sight from Marcus vision, he was looking at Corina. She seemed upset, staring at the glass in her left hand blankly as the right supported her head. This was a side of her none of them had really seen before, and on the opposite side of this table, neither was her letdown, long dark hair and ornate sundress, which seemed go be the focus of his eye.
"Well, apparently those guys don't seem to care if he is your commanding officer's girlfriend or not." Marcus replied, pointing at the two men who had approached her and were talking to her, despite the fact that she clearly did not want to be bothered. They were wearing EFSF uniforms, Federal Soldiers, and had clearly been drinking. "Someone should do something." Marcus added, staring at Amaury with the continued evil look as Amaury looked at him, then Sam, then sighed, placing his phone in his pocket. "Well don't everyone jump up at once." He said as he stood and started walking towards the three of them, Marcus laughing loudly. "We have your back, don't worry!" Marcus called out, followed by more cheering from the friends around again.
Nervously swallowing, as a reaction to either Corina or the two well built men harassing her he didn't know, Amaury approached and stood next to her. "Hey, Corina, I didn't know that you were here." He said with a slight, timid smile as she returned it, grateful that he had come to her aid. "Y-Yeah, I just got he-" she started before one of the soldiers intervened. "Hey, we were talking to her kid, buzz off." The tallest one stated as the other back him up. "Yeah, buzz off." He replied, almost as if he was the first guy's sidekick. "I really don't think she wants to talk to you." Amaury replied, looking at the two of them from the corner of his eyes, still looking at Corina who seemed to be even more nervous. "I really don't want to be rude guys, I just don't feel well." She said, trying to diffuse the situation, but the two soldiers seemed go be pushing it further. "Oh? And what makes you think you can just talk to her then, eh? Who do you think you are. We are soldiers, and you seem to be nothing. Nothing but gutter scum." The one said, pushing Amaury back violently as Corina gasped a little under her breath. "Colony scum, you are all alike. All just trash." The second soldier said as the both laughed, Amaury tightening his fists in anger as the smaller soldier pushed him again. This was what was wrong with the Federation. Largely inhabited with men like these two, who saw the colonies as their playing ground, not free people. Making a distance between Amaury and Corina, the larger soldier saw an opportunity to act inappropriately, smelling Corina's hair like some kind of animal and placing his hand on her shoulder. This was the breaking point in Amaury's mind, immediately growling under his breath and grabbing a bottle from the bar and smashing it over the smaller soldier's head, then lunging for the taller of the two. He however got the upper hand, cracking Amaury in the face and knocking him harshly to the floor.
"Uh-oh." Marcus said, pushing Sam out into the aisle as he ran towards the bar, tackling the taller soldier to the ground as the bar began to clear out around the fight, even Corina as the small soldier stood to his feet and kicked Amaury in the stomach, blood running from his face where the glass had slashed. "GUAH! Colony dirt bag, I'll show you!" He yelled, drawing a knife from his pocket and unfolding it, but just as he did, a drunken Sam appeared and cracked him in the jaw. "Ouch!" Sam yelled as he shook his fist, looking the small soldier right in the face as he reared back his fist. "I'm sorry-" Sam attempted to apologize before he punched Sam out cold. Nobody said he was going to do well in this fight, but at least he helped. It certainly gave Amaury enough time to get to his feet, tackling the second soldier into a table, disarming him before the larger brute grabbed Amaury and tossed him through a window into the street. A car swerved go avoid hitting the boy as Marcus appeared next to Amaury's side, raising him to his feet. "Your alright kid, get up. Oh, damn, here they come!" Marcus said, tackling the smaller one, who had rushed towards them, to the ground and pummeling him over and over again with his fist, leaving the big one to Amaury. "You should have just left us alone kid!" He yelled, pulling what appeared to be a folding baton from a pouch on his belt and extended it, whipping Amaury in the face before he jumped back to avoid a second blow, swinging forward and striking the Federal in the nose, blood immediately visible. "BRAT!" The soldier yelled, swinging to hit Amaury again, but it was at this time that Amaury noticed that everything around him was beginning to slow down. It was like a movie. But why was it happening? Was everyone moving slower, or was he just seeing things more clearly? Whatever it was, seeing the enemy move in slow motion, he was able to dodge the baton again, and as forcefully as he could, grabbed the soldier's arm and smashed BIM to the ground, punching him several times until it seemed that he was down for the count.
Panting heavily, Amaury looked up to check on Marcus, who was also looking up at Amaury, and almost at the same time, began to laugh, followed by the cheers of those who proceeded outside to see the fight. These soldiers were not very popular around here, so almost no one was rooting for them. "Good job kid." Marcus said, helping Amaury to his feet as he shook his fists, sore from the ogre's face he had just beaten. He looked around for Corina, after all this fight all really centered on her, and spotted her in the crowd that was approaching them. "Are you... Alright?" Amaury asked her, still trying to catch his breath as she smiled. "I'm not the one who just got thrown through a window." She replied, blushing before sirens were heard whaling down the streets toward them. Apparently someone was sticking up for the Federals. "Oh great, that's what we need. Amaury take Corina and get out of here, I'm gonna grab Sam and do the same. I'll meet you two back at the plant." Marcus said, running through the crowd into the bar as Amaury took Corina's hand and began to run down an ally, the other resistance members there scattering as well.
Once they were a few blocks away, they stopped to catch a breath, Amaury leaning up against a red brick building and coughing. Someone had hit him in the chest, and it burned something fierce. "Okay, I think we are safe now." Amaury said, looking up at Corina who seemed to be winded as well. "Good, because these were not my ideal jogging shoes." She replied, showing the flats that she had been wearing as Amaury smiled a little. "Well this wasn't my ideal night either." He said, brushing off his jeans and hoodie, looking up at the sky. "I'm sorry that all that happened." Corina said sheepishly, holding her wrist with her hand, looking down at the ground as Amaury blinked. "What? No. It wasn't your fault. Don't worry about it." He said, smiling as she blushed, looking up at him, causing him to do the same. "C'mon, let's get back." He said, leading the way back to the plant, which could be seen several blocks away down an alley. At least after that point it was peaceful, and they were able to talk without fist being flung. "So what were you doing here anyway?" Amaury eventually asked, still looking up at the sky, as did Corina. "Well... I don't know." She said, looking away from him as she nervously grabbed her wrist. Amaury looked at her for a moment, then down the alley intersection they were at. "You can tell me you know, I'm not going to say anything." He replied as she sighed. "I don't know... I just really needed to get away from Monty. He is being the biggest ass about this mission, and its driving me insane. I didn't even want to go on this assignment, I'm not a soldier, I'm a mechanic." She said, nervously playing with the edge of her dress. So Amaury's assumption was correct, she wasn't happy about being stuck in Odessa. Big surprise. "If your afraid, don't be. Monty isn't going to let anything happen to you." Amaury replied, looking back up as a helicopter flew by, possibly going to the bar incident. Hopefully Marcus and Sam got away. Corina laughed slightly under her breath and looked over at him, seeing him staring at the helicopter. "And apparently neither will you." She said, blushing heavily as so did he, looking at her and blinking a few times. "W-Well, you know... I mean..." Amaury stumbled on his words, nervously rubbing his hair as she giggled slightly. She looked forward and saw that they had already made their way back, and fearing that Monty might be lurking around, made it quick. "Well, thank you for helping me." Was all she could say, turning go walk away before stopping and turning towards him. With a red face, she walked toward him and in one motion, kissed his cheek and walked swiftly back inside, hiding the blood red blush across her cheeks.
Amaury himself was shocked and stood still, unable to say anything until he heard footsteps behind him. Marcus, with Sam, one arm around his neck, shook his head. He must have seen everything, and he was surely in for a fierce jabbing now. But, instead, Marcus simply shook his head and walked past him towards the compound. "Women." Was all he said, leaving Amaury standing still, looking down at the hand that had led Corina away. Maybe he really sis feel something for this girl, for the girl who was dating his direct superior. What other explanation could there have been for him intervening, and getting his head whipped. But, with everything about to happen, he couldn't sit and think about it. "Yeah, women." He simply mumbled back, following his friends inside.
Green knew full well what the mission was its was very key to get the hardware and ship back to the homeland . as his men were prepping his salvage ship for launch back down to the planet .both he and Krupp felt it would be best to have Amaury,Monty and Corina be on the ship with him . as the final steps were made green and his men were entirely ready for action as well as the men on earth having their mobile suits ready along with having a zaku 2 f2 type ready for Amaury to use in his first mission ,
Greens salvage ship was an old decommissioned Alexandra class ship he called "new hope" with the mobile suit decks still operating and no visible weapons . prior to leaving for earth he and Krupp had a few drinks themselves
Greens salvage ship was an old decommissioned Alexandra class ship he called "new hope" with the mobile suit decks still operating and no visible weapons . prior to leaving for earth he and Krupp had a few drinks themselves
It wasn't but eight hours later that they were commencing the plan, step by step. Geared up and ready to go, those taking place in the drop missions prepared themselves for combat, while those heading with Green to their destination at his scrap yards changes in the uniforms he had provided, making them look like a member of his salvage crews. Amaury checked his equipment over carefully, starting at his feet and moving upwards. This equipment was so different from what he had always seen in pictures from the One Year War. Their base uniforms were different both in color and style. They were more modern, resembling the uniforms of the Federation ground force in setup, but instead of Federation Tan or Zeon Green, the top was an old camouflage pattern, not seen in close to a hundred years, known as Flektarn 2k, while the pants to his uniform were green. They had been given the choice of which articles were camo, either both, either or, or none. Everyone didn't have to look the same, this wasn't a parade, as long as they preformed as expected. After tightening his boots, he placed his shin and knee guards over his shins and tightened the straps, stomping to make sure they were on correctly. These were mainly there to prevent injury during the drop, but Amaury assumed they could be brutal in combat, seeing as they were formed from solid aluminum.
Moving up, he strapped his sidearm holster to his right thigh, tightening it to fit before picking the weapon itself from the table in front of him. He inspected it quickly before loading a round in the chamber and holstering it, moving on to his vest, fresh from Anaheim. Green's mother had provides the resistance with quite a large amount of experimental technology, all geared to helping them get every last advantage over the federal soldiers they would encounter. The vest was a prototype for the Federation's Marines, intended to provide maximum protection and mobility, with built in hydration and communications outlets. The Federation had decided to go with a cheaper model for mass production, but Anaheim had already constructed over 200 sets, anticipating the purchase. It fit just right, he couldn't complain. The two shoulder pads that matched it were made of the same material as the shin guards, the left featuring a drag handle and the right a quick access trauma kit. Hopefully they wouldn't need it, but better safe than sorry. Some of them also carried full size trauma kits on their backs also, stocked with the latest in field trauma supplies scalped from Anaheim's medical division. In the days since the end of Zeon, Anaheim has expanded to almost every aspect of research and development.
Finally, he moved to his helmet, which he had been given since day one in the simulator pods, but had received some upgrades before the drop, hia helmet personally worked on by Corina, with orders from Krupp himself. She had risen to the top of the mechanics list, and with the sensitivity of the parts in the helmets, he wanted her to do it. Monty, Amaury, Sam, Marcus and only a few others were lucky to receive this luxury, those deemed exceptional with mobile suits. The upgrade, at least to Amaury's helmet, allowed a visor to drop from inside the impact bar on the forehead, which featured a plugin targeting sight, a much more accurate improvement over the fold outs inside the Zaku cockpit's. It also now featured built in communications and a small camera so that, if need be, someone could see what he was doing. With one final attachment, they were given what looked like a respirator, but in actuality it was that as well as a rebreather. This was intended that, if for some reason the mission called for combat that could change from Orbital to Terrestrial, the pilot could operate well enough without needing to change helmets. Another project shot down by the Federation in favor of cheaper technology. As he checked over the green helmet, he couldn't help but laugh as he ran his fingers over a small sticker on the back near the bottom where his neck would be. It was some kind of animal, like an owl, that Corina must have taken as her insignia. It also had the numbers '03' across the back, signifying Amaury's rank amongst the pilots. "Women." He said to himself, recalling the night before, and shaking his head, tightening the straps and banging his head with his fist to make sure it was right.
The last thing he needed was his rifle, another gift from Anaheim. The newest in compact rifles, it was outfitted with a flashlight and a holographic sight, with an attached laser. It was good enough, that's all that mattered. And hopefully it wouldn't be needed. The whole crew gathered in the same spot they had been meeting, as Krupp looked over them all. "Alright, we all know what we need to do. Let's get this done as planned, nice and simple with as little blood shed as possible. This is a revolution, for Zeon. For our people. Not for revenge. I wish you all look, and I will see you all back here in just a few days." Krupp said, as the entire room cheered. "Sieg Zeon!"
Minutes later, they processed into the loading docks of the plant, where they were herded like cattle into the backs of three semi trucks, which were converted to seat all of personnel being transported down to the shipping docks of the colony. Taking his seat near the middle of the vehicle, Amaury looked around at those around him. Everyone already seemed to nervous, and they hadn't even made if off of the property yet. "We are going to be alright everyone, just calm down." Marcus said out loud, obviously having sensed the same tension in the vehicle, just after it started moving. Amaury nodded as several of the others finally took a breath, others still hesitant. The engineers wore similar gear to theirs, but their helmets were yellow in nature and had various attachments of use to them only. Everyone had some time to customize their helmets during the week, except for Amaury who couldn't think of anything entertaining. Marcus had draw a large face on his, designed to mock the enemy, Sam had turned his impact bar into a large strip of caution stripes. Corina had of course painted her symbol on both sides of the helmet, and Monty had painted a large blue and yellow stripe down the middle of his helmet, which strikingly resembled the province flag of Side 8, which Amaury found odd, but didn't think much of it. With one last breath of fresh air, Amaury buttoned the respirator on his helmet in place, a green light near his face turning green indicated it was functioning well.
With the screeching of the brakes halting suddenly, the doors came open into the dark hours of the morning, the perfect cover for getting these men past the port security. Well, that, and the easily bribed customs guards that turned a blind eye as all of the personnel rushed quickly and quietly through the gate and to the edge of the dock, seeing Green's ship not too far off. From here, it was a clear shot, but as they were about to move, a Federation patrol truck pulled up about 250ft from their locations and stopped, the crew disembarking and looking around. Seeing the hold up, Amaury quickly moved up to directly behind Monty, who peered around the corner at the guards. "What do you want to do Monty?" Amaury asked, leaning around as well and noticing the three guards in combat gear. They must have gotten word that there would be some kind of trouble at the dock, and with all of the noncombatants they were escorting, they couldn't risk a firefight. "Yeah, follow me." He ordered, pointing to two more soldiers who were dropping in with the pods. The four of them quickly moved in quiet closer towards the guards, in cover, watching them carefully. Amaury himself was close enough to hear one of the guards chewing loudly on a piece of gum as he shined his light all over the dock. "Just sit tight. I'm going to have the personnel move in the shadows. Get ready to take out the guards if they are spotted." Monty said quietly through his headset, Amaury nodding as the others began to moving, their armed escort watching as well as group after group of mechanics and technical staff moved through to the nearest hatch on the ship. Amaury could feel the nervous sweat running down his face as he kept his cross hairs tightly on the hostile in front of him, swallowing every time the flashlight shown anywhere near them. He really did not wish to shot this man, but he would do what was necessary.
Luckily, as the last of the crew members ran by in silence, the need to take out the guards vanished, and with it so did Amaury and Monty, following behind to the ship and promptly closing the maintenance hatch that they had entered in. It was a large freighter, and from the looks of the cargo hold they had just entered, was capable of holding multiple mobile suits and other vehicles. Good. They needed as much as they could, although he assumed Green had several other ships capable of transport. The resistance was greeted by several of Green's actual crew, and was casually shown where they would be for the trip, but Amaury instead let his weapon on its sling and removed his mask, leaning on a railing that overlooked part of the cargo hold. He looked down, seeing a large item on a massive pallet. It was... A Mobile Suit. Green was have recovered several of them from his junk yard, it was massive. Incredible. "Don't get attached kid, that's not yours." Monty said, walking past and motioning him to follow behind, which he did.
They moved now to the bridge of the ship where they were to meet Green and spend most of the flight until Monty's crew dropped from the pods at the rear of the cargo hold. The deck staff had already began preparations for take off, and the room glowed all different colors with the instruments they controlled. "Alright Green, my troops are onboard and ready to go. Remember that once we pass through the possible range of the Federation's long range scanners, you will need to slow down enough for the pods to leave your hold." Monty spoke, his heavy accent pushing through as Amaury stood behind him, Geoff to his side.
Moving up, he strapped his sidearm holster to his right thigh, tightening it to fit before picking the weapon itself from the table in front of him. He inspected it quickly before loading a round in the chamber and holstering it, moving on to his vest, fresh from Anaheim. Green's mother had provides the resistance with quite a large amount of experimental technology, all geared to helping them get every last advantage over the federal soldiers they would encounter. The vest was a prototype for the Federation's Marines, intended to provide maximum protection and mobility, with built in hydration and communications outlets. The Federation had decided to go with a cheaper model for mass production, but Anaheim had already constructed over 200 sets, anticipating the purchase. It fit just right, he couldn't complain. The two shoulder pads that matched it were made of the same material as the shin guards, the left featuring a drag handle and the right a quick access trauma kit. Hopefully they wouldn't need it, but better safe than sorry. Some of them also carried full size trauma kits on their backs also, stocked with the latest in field trauma supplies scalped from Anaheim's medical division. In the days since the end of Zeon, Anaheim has expanded to almost every aspect of research and development.
Finally, he moved to his helmet, which he had been given since day one in the simulator pods, but had received some upgrades before the drop, hia helmet personally worked on by Corina, with orders from Krupp himself. She had risen to the top of the mechanics list, and with the sensitivity of the parts in the helmets, he wanted her to do it. Monty, Amaury, Sam, Marcus and only a few others were lucky to receive this luxury, those deemed exceptional with mobile suits. The upgrade, at least to Amaury's helmet, allowed a visor to drop from inside the impact bar on the forehead, which featured a plugin targeting sight, a much more accurate improvement over the fold outs inside the Zaku cockpit's. It also now featured built in communications and a small camera so that, if need be, someone could see what he was doing. With one final attachment, they were given what looked like a respirator, but in actuality it was that as well as a rebreather. This was intended that, if for some reason the mission called for combat that could change from Orbital to Terrestrial, the pilot could operate well enough without needing to change helmets. Another project shot down by the Federation in favor of cheaper technology. As he checked over the green helmet, he couldn't help but laugh as he ran his fingers over a small sticker on the back near the bottom where his neck would be. It was some kind of animal, like an owl, that Corina must have taken as her insignia. It also had the numbers '03' across the back, signifying Amaury's rank amongst the pilots. "Women." He said to himself, recalling the night before, and shaking his head, tightening the straps and banging his head with his fist to make sure it was right.
The last thing he needed was his rifle, another gift from Anaheim. The newest in compact rifles, it was outfitted with a flashlight and a holographic sight, with an attached laser. It was good enough, that's all that mattered. And hopefully it wouldn't be needed. The whole crew gathered in the same spot they had been meeting, as Krupp looked over them all. "Alright, we all know what we need to do. Let's get this done as planned, nice and simple with as little blood shed as possible. This is a revolution, for Zeon. For our people. Not for revenge. I wish you all look, and I will see you all back here in just a few days." Krupp said, as the entire room cheered. "Sieg Zeon!"
Minutes later, they processed into the loading docks of the plant, where they were herded like cattle into the backs of three semi trucks, which were converted to seat all of personnel being transported down to the shipping docks of the colony. Taking his seat near the middle of the vehicle, Amaury looked around at those around him. Everyone already seemed to nervous, and they hadn't even made if off of the property yet. "We are going to be alright everyone, just calm down." Marcus said out loud, obviously having sensed the same tension in the vehicle, just after it started moving. Amaury nodded as several of the others finally took a breath, others still hesitant. The engineers wore similar gear to theirs, but their helmets were yellow in nature and had various attachments of use to them only. Everyone had some time to customize their helmets during the week, except for Amaury who couldn't think of anything entertaining. Marcus had draw a large face on his, designed to mock the enemy, Sam had turned his impact bar into a large strip of caution stripes. Corina had of course painted her symbol on both sides of the helmet, and Monty had painted a large blue and yellow stripe down the middle of his helmet, which strikingly resembled the province flag of Side 8, which Amaury found odd, but didn't think much of it. With one last breath of fresh air, Amaury buttoned the respirator on his helmet in place, a green light near his face turning green indicated it was functioning well.
With the screeching of the brakes halting suddenly, the doors came open into the dark hours of the morning, the perfect cover for getting these men past the port security. Well, that, and the easily bribed customs guards that turned a blind eye as all of the personnel rushed quickly and quietly through the gate and to the edge of the dock, seeing Green's ship not too far off. From here, it was a clear shot, but as they were about to move, a Federation patrol truck pulled up about 250ft from their locations and stopped, the crew disembarking and looking around. Seeing the hold up, Amaury quickly moved up to directly behind Monty, who peered around the corner at the guards. "What do you want to do Monty?" Amaury asked, leaning around as well and noticing the three guards in combat gear. They must have gotten word that there would be some kind of trouble at the dock, and with all of the noncombatants they were escorting, they couldn't risk a firefight. "Yeah, follow me." He ordered, pointing to two more soldiers who were dropping in with the pods. The four of them quickly moved in quiet closer towards the guards, in cover, watching them carefully. Amaury himself was close enough to hear one of the guards chewing loudly on a piece of gum as he shined his light all over the dock. "Just sit tight. I'm going to have the personnel move in the shadows. Get ready to take out the guards if they are spotted." Monty said quietly through his headset, Amaury nodding as the others began to moving, their armed escort watching as well as group after group of mechanics and technical staff moved through to the nearest hatch on the ship. Amaury could feel the nervous sweat running down his face as he kept his cross hairs tightly on the hostile in front of him, swallowing every time the flashlight shown anywhere near them. He really did not wish to shot this man, but he would do what was necessary.
Luckily, as the last of the crew members ran by in silence, the need to take out the guards vanished, and with it so did Amaury and Monty, following behind to the ship and promptly closing the maintenance hatch that they had entered in. It was a large freighter, and from the looks of the cargo hold they had just entered, was capable of holding multiple mobile suits and other vehicles. Good. They needed as much as they could, although he assumed Green had several other ships capable of transport. The resistance was greeted by several of Green's actual crew, and was casually shown where they would be for the trip, but Amaury instead let his weapon on its sling and removed his mask, leaning on a railing that overlooked part of the cargo hold. He looked down, seeing a large item on a massive pallet. It was... A Mobile Suit. Green was have recovered several of them from his junk yard, it was massive. Incredible. "Don't get attached kid, that's not yours." Monty said, walking past and motioning him to follow behind, which he did.
They moved now to the bridge of the ship where they were to meet Green and spend most of the flight until Monty's crew dropped from the pods at the rear of the cargo hold. The deck staff had already began preparations for take off, and the room glowed all different colors with the instruments they controlled. "Alright Green, my troops are onboard and ready to go. Remember that once we pass through the possible range of the Federation's long range scanners, you will need to slow down enough for the pods to leave your hold." Monty spoke, his heavy accent pushing through as Amaury stood behind him, Geoff to his side.
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