"Here's a copy of the combat data from your last training session, Kazou," the young, female anylist chirped. "Your skills are improving."
"Thanks, Mira." Kazou looked over the data for a while and frowned.
"Something wrong, Kazou?" Mira looked up at him from her seat, her face touched with concern.
The pilot quickly regained his composure. "No. Nothing's wrong. Don't worry about it." He almost made his way out of the training room before he turned back to Mira and smiled. "Thanks for the data, Mira. I mean that."
Mira smiled back. He really should smile more. He looks cuter that way. "Anytime." After Kazou left she got back to work, anylizing the combat data of the other pilots and humming a tune to herself.
Kazou looked back down at the combat data as he made his way to his room, passing by a large picture window in the process. Dad used to show this stuff to me all the time. It looks like my reaction times are slipping, but at least I'm using less ammo... His attention was suddenly drawn to a young, brown-haired man standing by the window. He was apparently observing the Earth. He stepped up beside the kid and looked out the window. "It's almost like you could smash it with your hands, huh?" He spread his hands apart, lining them up to the edges of the blue planet outside. Then he brought them together. "Squish. War's over."
He sighed. "If only, right?"
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway."Vengeance..." Kazou nodded. "Sounds about right..."
He turned to the young man. "Not sure if I've seen you on the base before. Name's Kiriama. I'm a pilot here." He put out his hand to shake. "You?"
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway."Training my whole time here?" Sounds like someone I know... Kazou mused. Revenge can be a powerful motivator.
"So you're a pilot, too? You any good? I've been here a while now and I gotta tell ya, we need quality over quantity."
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.Far away from the colony, another meeting was happening.
However, this one was dead serious.
“Attention!” barked an NCO as a red haired woman took the center podium in the briefing room. She nodded for them all to sit down.
“I'll be brief as possible.” She said. She clicked a button and the screen behind her lit up.
“As of three days ago, GA command has a new problem. A big one.” She clicked a button and the screen changed to that of a colony.
“This is the Tranquility Colony. Until now we haven't bothered to really pay close attention to it as it didn't appear to have any military significance.” She clicked the button again and this time the picture changed to that of the interior of the colony, to be specific what seemed to be a factory district.
“GA intelligence started to get hints that the colonials were up to something here and had their agents check it out.” The picture changed to that of what could only be a mobile suit manufacturing bay. More specificity, there was an outline around what appeared to be a brand new mobile suit.
“This is the new problem. As far as we can tell, the Colonial's call this thing a Gundam. And it out powers our current models by a bit.” The Berserker had always been considered very good, as it had the most powerful reactor fitted...or so they thought.
“So our mission is actually very simple. We have to pull a smash and grab or at the very least deny the colonials the usage and testing of such a machine.” A hand went up and she nodded,
“Yes?”
“How many of these things are there?” Typhoon shrugged,
“We don't know, beyond the one, so we're assuming a full squadron. Just to be safe.” Another hand,
“What about the colony itself?” Now this was a more...pressing question. Typhoon's reputation...
“Keep it intact if possible. Don't worry about it if not.” She was rather blunt.
Puddlejumper... It was at that moment, that Kazou realized he was in the presence of...some...farm kid... Not that it was a bad thing, mind. After all, this Ichiro said he'd been training since he got to the base. Someone saw some potential in him.
It seemed to Kazou that, although they came from very different backgrounds, they were more alike than he knew. He smiled and replied, "I guess so. It's just that the guns are bigger."
His stomach suddenly growled, and he remembered why he was in this area in the first place. "Uh, hey. I was just heading to Mess. Wanna come along?"
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway."Sure." Ichiro replied with a shrug. "I haven't eaten since yester-"
He was interrupted by a voice coming over the intercom. "Attention! All class six mobile suit pilots report to the briefing room immediately!"
Ichiro sighed. "That's me." He muttered and began walking towards the briefing room.
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Commander Roger Maris stood waiting in the briefing room. When everyone was seated, he began.
"Up until now" he began "you have all been under the impression that you were training for conventional mobile suits." He clicked a remote and a screen hummed to life, showing a group of very unusual looking mobile suits. "This is not the case. Gentlemen, you have in truth been selected for Project Gundam."
The commander picked up several folders off the table and handed one to each of the pilots. "These are your assignments and orders. You are to stay here for the time being, and then transfer to the Mercury when it arrives in a week. You are reminded that all of this is strictly confidential. Any talk of this to unapproved personnel would be considered an act of treason. Furthermore, you are all now promoted to the rank of First Lieutenant. Any questions?"
Kazou wordlessly took the file and looked it over. He snickered slightly. Transfers are nothing new. "Pack light. Pack essential." His father had taught him many things, spartan living cheif among them. He closed the folder, having taken in the information.
He looked up at the screen showcasing the new mobile suit designs and smiled. Finally. Some real combat. The GA won't know what him 'em. Looks like I'll be in good company, too. He looked around the room at his fellow pilots. They looked like a pretty sturdy lot, if all a little young.
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.Kazou tried not to grimace at Ichiro's mention of "The Colony Killer." I look forward to killing the bastard, personally.
After a measured silence, he finally spoke in as even a tone as he could manage.
"I also look forward to facing their aces with these 'Gundams.'" He smiled at his new comrade. "And we'll make them earn every victory from here on out."
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway."Maaaaahh....." Alan yawned as his suit passed the moon close enough to see the craters, but not enough to be dragged into its weak yet present gravity field. He had left a relatively minor colony's active field a while ago at Lagrange 4 and was to dock at the nearest colony he could find at Lagrange 2, behind the moon. "Minovsky particle levels are still good. I can avoid security okay with this." He flipped a few switches and punched some buttons in no particular order. "Stealth Coating Option Part Activated. That was a nice find a week ago, but I don't know if I'll be able to refill the container here." The suit turns invisible and releases copious amounts of glowing molecules. "Ah heck, For old times sake, Lieutenant Junior Grade Ray, Going In!" Completely obscured now, the mobile suit thrusts into one of the colony's open bays undetected.
There is no night without dawn. The sun is always sure to rise.The "Unlimited" touched down onto the open bay platform. There were a few construction supplies aroud so Alan assumed it was rather new. "Well, looks like that plan's gone. Port 6...Port 6...Port..ah, Port 6." Alan pushed a button aligned on the back of the main camera monitor. A large blocky blackish container on the mobile suit's back ejected into space, slow enough to allow for it to be detected. "Now to restock. I've one blown fuse in the last month so I gotta get looking for a new backup one." He puts on Civilian style clothing while carefully moving his suit into a corner. It took him roughly half an hour to take a brown cloth off of some metal plates and cover the suit with it instead. "That's good enough. I'll be back soon anyhow."
There is no night without dawn. The sun is always sure to rise.Commander Maris walked over to the Lieutenant's station. "What is it?" he demanded. The lieutenant replayed the contact. "Are you certain of this?" He asked. The lieutenant nodded "Yes sir. Before it disappeared, it definitely registered as a mobile suit." The commander nodded and walked to a red phone hanging on the wall. "This is commander Roger Maris. I am ordering preliminary alert. All security personnel to your stations. This is not a drill. Detain all suspicious persons. I repeat, this is not a drill."
An alarm blared in the landing bay, and the doors closed. Several guards with rifles took their places at the door into the base. Elsewhere, other guards began sweeps of the halls and utility rooms.
"Oi, oi...Isn't this a rather fast response? Geez, I'm sure I was somewhat safe." Alan took out a thick cord which had some sort of pebble sized bit at the ends. He attached them to the walls in the nearest corridors and waited for someone to trip over the cord before grabbing the guard, tying him up, duct taping his mouth shut and jacking his uniform and military identification. "Hey, no hard feelings. I'll release you before I leave.", said Alan before lightly pushing the helpless guard into what appeared to be an empty Bay Control Room. "Now, let's see here...Alright, I think I can pull this off." He notices the gun the guard dropped. "This thing is a bit unnerving for my tastes." He releases the cartridge, tosses it away and empties the firearm by racking it in a generally safe direction, leaving an unloaded weapon. "Much better."
There is no night without dawn. The sun is always sure to rise."Ah, Sir! I've not found anything out of place in the area yet. I have yet to investigate the rest of this hall, but there do not appear to be any signs of forced entry here. In my opinion, If there should be an intruder, he or she would probably have continued down to a lower floor!" That ought to work, thought Alan. I haven't been in the military for some time now, but it should suffice.
There is no night without dawn. The sun is always sure to rise.

Ichiro Toyama stood looking out of the large picture window of Tranquility Colony. Behind him, he could hear a bustle of activity, both civilian and military. He ignored the sound as best he could and focused his thoughts were focused on the pale blue orb visible out the window. Just about everyone on that planet is a potential enemy. He thought. He was both looking forward to and dreading the thought of going into space. I haven’t even met my fellow Mobile Suit pilots. Not that it mattered to him. This was a fight for his survival.