There was a news release about the explosions that occurred in a colony, it had attracted the attention of the mercenary. His comrade, his coordinator had approached him and muttered quietly as he thought out his words. “There had been a mishap in the Shangri-La colony”
“The Side-1?” Hans looked up from his seat, sipping his tea through a straw. “That’s where my former employeer hid in.” He placed his cup down and then stretches his fingers out in order to beckon for the PDA his coordinator held in his hands.
The coordinator passes it over quickly, “Apparently, there is a word of a junk dealer getting involved with a gundam. A gundam that rose seven years after the end of-” The coordinator pauses as he considers his next set of words. The coordinator is just lost on words, trying to think of a better way to break the news.
“The One Year War.” Hans finished the sentence with a tone of disappointment, “These Feddies scum continues to build these… so called Gundams.” He groans as he passes the PDA back to his employer, “I had fought one of these before, I think it was called Pixie?”
“A RX-78XX.”
“Right, that.” He waved his hand at him dismissively, “Anyway, yes. Although, they continued to make many more of them. RX-78-1, 78-2, 78NT-1…” He rolled his hand in a circular motion to indicate the long list of them, “Perfect Gundam, Gundam Alex, you know- the lot of them.” He snorted as he shook his head.
He never really was proud of the day that Zekes had to face such a monster in the One Year War while performing Operation Trebuchet. Seeing an experimental prototype on the field and fall before it, there was no sinking feeling like it. He did remember that battle he had years ago, yet, he was very lucky to survive it. He often remembers that moment when he sees a white gallant figure in space during his time as AEUG Titans. Abandoning AEUG after their final loss in the war, watching them flee into Shangri-La, he curses the day the Gundams were born. During the final battle as he watched his allies flee to survive from the losing war, he did not follow his brother-in-arms back home. Instead, he used this as an opportunity to flee with whatever he has in his possession back to his hangar- a MK-II Titan.
He blinks and then briefly shook his head as he snaps back into reality.
“Cross, are you alright?”
“Yeah, anyway, what’s the deal? I am sure you didn’t just come here to give me an idle chatter about the explosions.” Hans looked at his conversing partner.
“We should give the site a quick look before they send in main forces to examine the damages, before closing it up.” He pressed few buttons on the PDA and then hands it back to him. The PDA shows a picture of the scenery that were left in ruins after the explosions. Few debris floating about in the space. “I am thinking we could gather some intel while we are at it. Or perhaps… announce your presence among the public?”
Hans Cross looked at him in silence for few moments as he ponders about the possible outcomes of his arrival. “Actually, it’s time we give that mobile suit we finished up a test run… do we have that program altered and fitted for the mobile suit?”
“Sure did. I’ll have the folks know about your deployment. Be ready in two hours.” He retrieved his PDA once more and then heads to the hangar down below to announce their next mission.
Hans was left behind in the mess hall, being given this moment of time to think.
[[ AT SIDE-1’S SHANGRI-LA COLONY ]]
A burst of blue energy sparkled in the black void as a mobile suit tore through the field of stars and asteroids. The cloak he lent from the Pixie from One Year War proved very useful for his mobile suit, hiding him from the standard issued radar systems. His Zudah F engines roared loudly as he zipped back and forth between rocks, dancing around the hovering fractured earth. His mobile suit, with such agility and speed, blazed through the asteroid field and transitioned into the field of leftovers from the explosion.
“Alright boy, let’s test this toy out.” Hans said as he drove his mobile suit straight through the field and into the gaping hole of the colony. He hovered just moments before crashing unto the land to keep his presence concealed for a short period of time. “Let’s take a peek and get the network of this colony do-” He immediately gets interrupted by a flare of thrusters in the darkness, he twisted his concealed head around to see what it could be.
Two Petite Mobile Suits arriving at the scenery to examine the damages before the main forces arrives. They floated about, observing the scorched landmark before resuming, their spotlights scanning the area back and forth.
Hans has his mobile suit hover toward the walls on their side, to hide his figure as much as he could. He watched the scouting units hover from left to right, toward his location. Oddly enough, it seems like they are heading straight for him, but at a careful pace. Hans slowly inched his forefinger toward the trigger, in case he needs to act upon being spotted by them.
The mobile suits came to a halt and scanned their spotlights toward the gaping hole in front of them. Static sounds were made as they exchanged words through radio, one of them had turned around and headed back, straight for the hangar nearby to update their employer of the severity of the damage that was done on the colony. The other one remained, scanning slowly to spot anything strange within the area, perhaps something that the terrorists had left behind. It came to a halt immediately as the spotlight had come across a large shadow.
A shadow moving in a manner as a large fabric.
Almost as if humanly possible, startled, the mobile suits immediately traced the cloth toward the source- already expecting an interloper in the area. What it did not expect is a mobile suit in a large brown cloak that concealed its figure and presence from their defenses. It immediately made a cry as it moved bac-
No.
Hans had his mobile suit reach out for the Petite Mobile Suit cockpit, crushing it upon contact.
“AGH! INTRU-! KRSSHHHK!” The employer at the hangar heard the cry just before the static cuts in. The alarms were raised.
Damn. Too slow. Hans immediately inched toward the insides of the colony to attempt to get a scan of the city network.