Gundam EXCEL (Revived)

"Seems simple enough..." Kisa Marionette remarked to nobody in particular as the briefing concluded. She knew, from experience, that even the simplest scenarios could take horrible twists. Who really knew what could go wrong out there? The battlefield was unpredictable, it was a known, undeniable fact. The red haired girl absent mindedly spun her onyx and red helmet on her left index finger and she used her right hand to remove the rabbit-shaped hair ornaments from her head, allowing her straight red hair to drop down together. Wearing her helmet with those things on was far too troublesome. She was a little bit disappointed, however, that her target most likely wouldn't be present. They were told not to involve personal feelings in their work, but there was one person, in any circumstance, that Kisa would allow her personal vendetta to get the best of her for. Being born and raised on Earth, and then moving to Mars, she had first been questioned upon showing interest in EXCEL. In truth, she had spent the past four years taking classes in the colonies of Mars, and she couldn't quite stand for the treatment they received. So really, there were two driving forces behind her membership of EXCEL.

She let out a heavy sigh as she made her way to the docking bay. Sure she wanted to help, and she wanted revenge, but did she have to go as far as becoming a pilot? Was she really that bloodthirsty? She played with the thought in her mind for most of the trip, and eventually justified her intentions with the truth that piloting a Mobile Suit was all she really knew how to do. One of the big things she disliked about being a pilot was that she was, in her mind, the only girl. Or at least, one of the very few girls. The only other female she talked with in EXCEL often was Royal, and she was only a mechanic. If she wasn't being teased about being a female pilot, she was being teased about being a female pilot at the age of seventeen. Of course, she knew there was a pilot younger than her at the age of fifteen, and she'd never let him live it down.

As she finally entered the docking bay, her train of thought shifted to her fears. What if she died? Was she being an idiot by thinking she could win? No, she had been taught that she was part of a team. They would have each other's backs, so she wouldn't die. Hopefully she'd get a decent paycheck so she could go buy that vintage LCD television she had seen in a shop window the day before. Yes! She was motivated now! Her obsession with old merchandaise was famous for pumping her up for something she didn't want to do. It wasn't like the obsession was unhealthy, as she was fairly dependent on the modern world as well. She was just an avid collecter of sorts. The thoughts of the television suddenly reminded her of something she had to do before getting into her Mobile Suit.

She whipped a small, black, digital camera out from underneath her onyx and red pilot suit, and began to take quick shots of everything going on in the docking bay as she continued her walk. She eventually came across her Mobile Suit. The MCH-000, otherwise dubbed the Arashi, which meant "storm". It stood in all of it's dark green and brown majesty, towering above all of the people. Or, at least it would if they weren't all high enough to reach the cockpit. She quickly noticed that the large, black beam rifle had been equipped to the machine's right hand. Apparently, someone had decided that it was best to bring it along. That probably was true, since space combat relied a lot of beam fire. The Arashi, only having two vulcan guns in the head by default, was a fast, close-combat machine. There were situations in which a beam rifle was needed to narrow the playing field. Kisa decided she wanted one more picture, and set the timer on her camera for fifteen seconds as she placed it on a cart about ten feet away from the Arashi. She ran in front of her machine, and smiled as she gave a "V" sign with her right hand just as the picture was taken. She then made haste to stuff the camera back in her suit. She wanted to be remembered if she died. Hopefully someone would find her camera if that ever happened, so that she could live on.

Deciding she should probably stop wasting time, she finally but the helmet she had been holding in her left hand overtop her head, the black tinted glass obscuring her vision, and making everything slightly darker. She jumped - literally - into the cockpit of her machine, just in time to hear 'Braver's confirmation of his location. She readied herself for the upcoming mission, refamiliarizing herself with controls she had seen, used and read about for the past seven years. She finally spoke when she was completely sure she could do this. "Marionette, Arashi MCH triple zero, ready to go out." So Marionette wasn't the most creative code name. Her last name was fake, so it didn't really matter if anyone intercepted their frequency. They'd never make the connection. She relaxed herself from her tense position, and said one more thing to herself. "Sovs are fast, but I'm faster."

"Heh, they seriousley intend to use Sov's to try and stop us?! Pfft, this will be too easy for us, you might as well just send me and Bam-Uh in alone!" The commander seemed to be getting a little tense after hearing these remark's, so with that and the 'serious-cloud' that seemed to be hovering the breifing room, Chris made his departure from the room. It wasn't that Chris wasn't taking this high stake mission serious, the boy was just confident enough to say such thing's from his experience's with them in the simulator's. This, unfortunately, was the only thing that young Chris even knew about Mars aside from everything else the common people knew, not something an EXCEL pilot should be proud of course. An unusal anxiety began to sweep over this auburn headed child as he was continuing his 'floating' walk through the hall's to the docking bay. This is it, time to earn that cash! A wide grin spread across the boy's face at the thought of money, this of course, was his only desire to join EXCEL. Helping/saving anyone in between was all a perk to them he always thought. Acknowledging the superiority of his Mobile Suit and himself, as well as the other pilots and there's as well, he knew this was a mission he would becoming back from with no scratches' or anything of the such.

"Hey, watch out!" While having being in deep thought's of his current mission, he did not notice Royal by the entrance to the docking bay concluding in there head's colliding with one another in a slightly painful manner. "Listen dude, next time how abo-! Oh Royal, didin't notice it was you! Well- uh- see- okay- uh- sorry!" Quickly leaving the scene in a hastie retreat with his face turning red, Chris tried to avoid making eye-contact with her as much as possible since he's been with EXCEL. Royal watched him as he continued on his path to Bam-Uh and shouted "CHRIS!!" the shout felt as though it could send vibrations through the deepest of space as it roared across the gigantic stadium that housed the Mobile Suit's. "Y-y-yes??" Chris replied worriedly still not looking at her directley. "It's okay! Don't worry about it! Next time you should stick around to hear what the other person has to say! Haha!" Embarassed by such a thing happening in front of the other's, Chris quickley fastend on his helmet.

Continuing his floating voyage towards Bam-Uh, he noticed the other's but especially Kisa, the current target of joke's! "Oi!! Obaa-San! Make sure a lady such as yourself doesn't break a nail, okay!? Hahaha!" Satisfied with himself saying an obnoxious thing, Chris finally approached BOM-911, his prized possesion and a bomb all on it's own the Mobile Suit "Bam-Uh". "Well, well buddy! It seem's as though we're going at it now, finally!" Slapping the side of the MS's foot, the size was so great between Human and MS that it was such a ridiculous site to witness with you're own eye's. "It seems not that long ago when we first came here sent by mom and dad, ain't that right Bam-Uh?!" Nostalgic memories began to flood the mind of Chris. From the time his parent's had so much in this world, to having everything stripped from them with just two word's "You're Fired". It left an angry passion brewing within him and made Chris think if all he was really fighting for lately is money or maybe something more than that..

The gravitiy that was uplifted in the HALOS was quite a fun thing to be in. With it being uplifited, it allowed everyone to move to any part of the ship without having to access any supportive machinery. Chris quickley scaled the right of Bam-Uh until he was around Mid-Torso where the cockpit was located. Popping the hatch, he threw himself inside and wrapped his arm's around the seat "Oh, how I've missed the feeling!". Looking toward's the other pilot's, he witnessed Braver's serious face Sigh..as always Braver!, leaning towards the front of his cockpit he shouted in Braver's direction.

"DUDE! BRAVER! CAN YOU HEAR ME!!? HAHA, IF YOU CAN, LISTEN UP! THIS MISSION IS NOTHING! DON'T BE SO SERIOUS! FOR TOP-RATE PILOT'S SUCH AS US, MORESO MYSELF, WE CAN HANDLE THIS ONE EASILY! HAHA!"

Falling back into the seat of Bam-Uh, he adjusted himself with BOM-911, checking it's status, ammunition, the work's. "..Uh, what the hell?? Who decided to put the adhesive ammuntion in the Clay Bazooka! I gave no one such authorization! I'm not trying to immoblize enemie's as I am trying to blow them up!" A bit annoyed, Chris finally was prepared. "This is the 1st rate Pilot Chris, and as you know, this mission will be no problem. I said it before, and I'll say it once more, this mission is enough just for me and Bam-Uh! Hahaha! Anyways, system's are all at the green, like the money I'll be recieving after we complete this, we are ready to move out!"

Ezekiel nodded in silence, picking his helmet up from its resting spot on his knee. Standing up from his solitary chair he stood stock still for a moment before bowing respectfully to Valera Campbell. A silent thanks for the briefing. His face registered no emotion as he slipped out of the room, staring down at the ground in front of his feet rather than holding his head high. Soverign would be waiting for them. The young adult preferred Raptors because they were slow and stupid, thus requiring less effort to blow them to smithereens. But a challenge to polish his skills was always welcome, especially after all this time of sitting around doing simulation training. The only thing he was unsure of is whether or not in an unpredictable battle, the other Gundams would get in his line of fire. He couldn't shoot down an ally… But the other pilots were more than capable of holding their own. They were all skilled, it was an insult to them for him to be doubting their ability to help him keep his shot clean. Ezekiel peeled some pale blonde hair from his eyes before pulling his red and white helmet over his head. No more second-thoughts.

As the resident mechanic of Halos passed him, she wished him good luck. It seemed as though he hadn't even realized her existence, neglecting to respond to her greeting, even after she snapped, "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Lost in thought, Ezekiel barely noticed that he was headed for the hangar until he slipped into the open cockpit, spinning around to sit down. The screens blinked to life all around him just before he was engulfed in the darkness. He could hear Kisala and Ian confirming their status. He could hear Chris' comments, taunting Kisala and then complimenting himself while doing the same as the latter. Ezekiel ignored it.

His voice was soft and meager, but clearer than his usual humble murmurs as he spoke, "System check…" Green lights flashed on before his eyes, and a window opened up in the corner of the screen on his right, gleaning not even a glance from Ezekiel as he pressed the button on the side of his helmet, the red glass sliding across to cover his face, "All clear."

"Your pistols have been reconfigured, Analog. They should be easier to shoot with that whacked out way you hold them. No other changes to equipment have been reported. Anyway, sending launch data to Havoc…" Aezel slid off screen for a moment, "Arashi… Bah-Um… and Vestal." The window that showed Aezel sliding back into his usual spot at the helm of Halos was closed as Ezekiel reached over to press the cancel on his control pad, the data replacing his face. Ezekiel merely skimmed over it. Leaning back in his seat and gripping the handle, he waited for the rumbling of heavy parts being moved here and there to stop. "Preparations are complete; Anytime you're ready."

"Vestal, heading towards Colony 006, as planned." Ezekiel waited only a split second for the screen that counted down his launch time to flicker. As soon as it blinked just once, Ezekiel's thumb pressed down and he pulled his hand towards himself, pressing back into the seat. He spun his Gundam around as soon as the velocity from the launch decreased, waiting for the other Gundams to go ahead of him. After all, he wouldn't end up joining the direct fray anyway, there was no point in him being too anxious, and certainly no point in him going first.

Ezekiel took a deep breath to help ease his excitement at finally being able to use Vestal for the purpose it was created.

This was it. Everything up till now had just been the silence before the storm.

The quiet solitude of his cockpit as he finished final preparations. The sacred time before a mission that should be spent focusing on the task ahead. It was a time Ian actually enjoyed. The moment was quickly ended.

"DUDE! BRAVER! CAN YOU HEAR ME!!? HAHA, IF YOU CAN, LISTEN UP! THIS MISSION IS NOTHING! DON'T BE SO SERIOUS! FOR TOP-RATE PILOT'S SUCH AS US, MORESO MYSELF, WE CAN HANDLE THIS ONE EASILY! HAHA!"

Snapping out of his trance-like state, he looked across the hangar to see Chris acting a total fool in his suit, as he had expected.

"Kids..." He sighed under his breath as he ignored the boy's arrogance, and shutting his cockpit without responding. The mechanics quickly vacated the area as the large doors in the rear began to slowly slide open, revealing the endless vacuum of space. The cockpit of Havoc seemed to animate as the gundam sprang to life, its eyes lighting up a sharp green. It took two massive steps before turning toward the ship and giving 2 small spurts from his thrusters, causing him to slowly drift backwards out of the ship.

Upon exiting he looked around slowly, space was dark and silent, the HALOS towered before him in all its majesty, illuminated by its pale outer lights and light leaking through the windows of various rooms on board. In the distance he could see the exit of the inter-planetary gate, a massive silver circle which spun over and over in place. Ships were constantly entering and exiting with bright flashes of light. Their target was just beyond that gate. Ian gave Havoc a solid burst from his thrusters, and began slowly moving forward as the other Gundams exited as well. He scanned his monitors quickly, honing in on the asteroid in the distance.

"Braver commencing operations. If you guys haven't chickened out...come on" he said sarcastically into the communcations. With that, he turned slightly, facing the asteroid's location. His thrusters began to ignite and fill with a pale white light. The energy built higher and higher until they erupted with an incredibly loud boom which sent Havoc speeding off at incredible speed off into the distance and boasting his suit's primary feature. Eager to start the first mission, he was quickly no more than a faint flicker of light in the distance.

Kisa sighed as she triggered the Arashi's ignition, starting up the fusion reactor that kept the immense machine in motion. That stupid brat Christopher was an idiot, even at a time like this? She had obviously overheard his attempted exchange of shots with Ian, but failed miserably. In regards to dissing her for being a girl, she figured once this mission was over, she'd whack him a few times to teach him his place. She wouldn't waste a comeback on him. It was pathetic, really, that she wasn't really friends with any of the other pilots. Maybe it was because of her gender, but nobody had bothered trying to befriend her. To be fair, she hadn't exactly tried befriending anyone herself. It wasn't that she was unfriendly - it was quite the opposite - but rather she felt broken off from the rest of the group, which was solely male. The legs of the Arashi began to move as Kisa relocated to her launch position, just as the doors began to open. The eyes of the machine took on a green glow as the controls became fully active, and she dropped out the back of the hangar into the vast abyss of darkness.

Two of the four rocket boosters positioned on the Arashi's back began to spew combusted fuel as Kisa had it do so, sitting her and the machine upright once more. But what was upright in space? It didn't really matter what was up or down, because you couldn't fall. However, Kisa now considered upright to be the position in which the HALOS was now 'upright'. Her eyes skimmed the view ahead of her as weaved her fingers together and pushed outwards, the sound of cracking fingers echoing in the hollow cockpit, before her hands came down hard on the controls again. The asteroid was dead ahead. She couldn't help but have second thoughts, however, since it had been a while since she had engaged in anything other than simulated combat, so wasn't this a little risky? Oh well, might as well suck it up and move forward. Her arms tensed as she became more resolute.

"Braver commencing operations. If you guys haven't chickened out...come on"

Kisala couldn't help but smirk at this comment. That wasn't uncharacteristic of Ian, saying such a thing. Even so, it left an opening. "This is Marionette. Commencing operations as well. Though, shouldn't you only be asking the brat if he's scared? He isn't exactly the most mature of our group, is he?" Okay, maybe she would waste words on making fun of him. The stab was obviously at Christopher. Really, she was no better than he was. There was only two years in age between them, after all, and they were the youngest pilots in the group. "Anyways, let's hurry and clean things up. I prefer legs, mine or Arashi's, on solid ground with some gravity." With that, the remaining two thrusters began to warm up as the two that had already ignited began to exert more energy. Just like that, the Arashi was in hot pursuit of the Havoc. Sure, the Havoc was superior that the Arashi in terms of raw speed, but the Arashi didn't trail far behind in that stat. The Havoc also wasn't as agile...

As the alarm that notified all personal to leave the hanger went off, Chris began to put his Mobile Suit into place for next launch. Space is a dark and mysterious place, the alarm was significant as to warn other's from being pulled into it's endless dark depth's, of course there was no other fear then to be lost out there in the murky ocean of star's floating endlessly as you die little by little. After all, if you were unfortunately sucked into the vaccum of space, you would more then likely die by the furies of a battle, be it a stray bullet, thruster's enfluging you in there massive heat and energy, many more tragic death's can be confirmed by freak accident's of such. Chris always thought this was such a pathetic way to go out, because of course, what would happen to you're money if you were to die by accident?? Something's in life Chris just did not understand!

Rotating the MS, as to face the door, he witnessed the launch of Braver and Havoc as well as Arashi and Kisala as they launched through the bay opening, Braver at full speed, while Kisala went at her own pace Geez, just like a real Obaa-san.. Ugh, how the hell am I supposed to keep up with such speed in Bam-Uh!..AH WELL, whatever happens happens I suppose.

"Bam-Uh you're all set right, how're you feeling, feeling pretty good? Feeling confident!? Think we can win this!? The answer is; feeling good Chris! Pretty good indeed! With you as my pilot, of course I'm confident! I don't think we can lose this that's for sure!"

As Chris had a conversation with Bam-Uh, in reality himself, he flipped the switches to enable the thruster's. The glow that emitted from the back of the leg's were of a very light cerulean along with it's natural shining white. Adjusting himself in his seat and pressing the button that enabled the screen on his helmet to cover his face, he placed his hand's on the controller's of Bam-Uh and lift-off! The sight of a MS launching is a sight you should at least see once in a lifetime, no matter how many time's it happen's, a launch is always different, today was no exception.

From the opening of the hanger to the dark depth's of space, Chris and Bam-Uh slowly made there venture into it. Hearing the other's make ther conformation he also heard the sly remark from Kisala "H-HEY! Obaa-san! I'm pretty sure I can handle myself, but I don't know if a woman should be at the control's of such a weapon! The most dreaded thing might happen to you, what you may ask, break a nail of course! Gosh!" Chris mockingly replied to her in a very femine tone. "We both know Bam-Uh can take down Arashi in a instant, with my incredible pilot skill such a thing is of no difficulty!" Feeling satisfication coming from the witty reply, Chris continued to his own afares.

"Alright here we go, let's go get the bad guy's now right? Wait, if we go after THEM doesn't that make us the bad guy's?? But wouldn't it mean that there the good guy's?? But then the thing's they've done thus far make them bad guy's right?? So in reality WE are the good guy's, no? Ughh.." Chris worked himself into a fizzle of his little conversation, but started to come back to reality.

"Alright SOV's! Let's bring the heat! As you can see Bam-Uh could literally be taken for a turtle with it's speed so you know what?! You guy's can be the hare in that old tale, but of course, we all know how that end's right? Heh, this is Chris and I'm commencing operations!" With a smirk, Chris set out with Bam-Uh along the Asteriod's that were present.

"Can we…" Ezekiel mumbled, opening his line to the other pilots and speaking in his usual slow and thoughtful voice, "…. Please, focus…?"

What a hypocritical statement. Out of all of them, he seemed like the one who was in dreamland, swerving around asteroids with a fluid motion that showed how utterly relaxed he was about the whole mission. He thought about the most trivial things like what he was going to eat when he got back, or what in good god he was going to do with the money he earned from the run. After all, there was nothing her particularly desired. Perhaps he'd buy an apartment on Mars, or a colony. Or maybe he'd buy a new terminal. That was a good idea. But he'd probably have to save up for a few more missions if he wanted either. Ezekiel sighed. Or maybe he'd just He twisted the controller around, dodging an asteroid that was hurtling towards him without a single twitch in the muscles of his face.

"Everything is going according to plan." Ezekiel reported quietly, "Commencing mission plans upon arrival."

"Roger that." Aezel answered, sounding bored out of his mind even though this was quite an important mission, being their first move.

Ezekiel glanced at the visual. Everything was so monotonous that it felt like the stars and blackness of space was pressing in on him at all sides. He looked back down at his control pad, reconfiguring the priority settings and testing out the position of the seat. It was a good thing he wasn't claustrophobic.

"Target sighted." Ezekiel spoke, zooming in on the mines, before swerving away from the other Gundams to dock where it would begin the process of sniping down Sovereigns, "Vestal, proceeding to land a sector 7, 5 kilometers from designated point of conflict, and preparing to provide back-up from this distance."

((Ooc: I hate you all for being talented writers. It makes me have to work harder. My posts might have the quality of a 13 year old boy, but at least it's long!))

The hyper-active munchkin, known only by the name of Jared Newport, sat in the corner of the windowless square room. He traced his palm with his index finger; he was too caught up in his own thoughts to pay attention to the lady giving them their first assignment. He had gotten most of what she had said until the word asteroid came out of her mouth; it had made him think of meteors so he began thinking of all the facts he knew about them.
"Seems simple enough…" He heard Kisa, the beauty queen of a mobile suit pilot, comment. Jared then realized that the briefing was over; he leaped up and scurried out of the room. His first mission, he was thrilled.

He began to sweat in his black and golden pilot suit. He always got hot in his suit; still he figured it was better than being cold. At least the cloths were firm-fitting and not his usual, to big size. He liked it that way.

His walk to his mobile suit was not in his normal perky strides. His feet were cement blocks as they dragged across the tiled floor. A lump, his nerves, filled his stomach like he had just swallowed the sun. His excitement had washed away quickly, as he evaluated every ounce of the mission he knew; which was very little. He hummed a song, which was not a confidence booster by any means. His friend Carlisle, from which his code-name originated from, had written.

"For what cause do good men fight,
Against the forces that are strong,
The birds of autumn take their flight,
Leaving crows to sing his song,
The raven perches high aloft,
Watching as the good men cry,
Knowing that their fight is lost,
Knowing that they all will die,"

Again it didn't make him any less anxious.
"Are you nervous?" Ariel Mayor tried to find out. Ariel, in Jared's eyes, was the goddess of all things beautiful. Jared was happy to notice that the knot in his stomach released its grip. He gazed at her in awe as Ariel's amber hair glistened in the artificially made light. She was gorgeous and in the moment he looked into her emerald green eyes he knew he was going to do what he always did around pretty girls; ramble on about nothing, while talking fast then a rabid cheetah. He wished he could just say yes and walk away, but that was never going to happen. He could feel the sentences protrude out of him like vomit.

"Yes, I'm very nervous. I hate to get nervous because then I talk a lot. You probably didn't notice, but I do. It really sucks, you know? Do you know what the mission is? I wasn't listening to that old lady talk so I don't know much about what to do? You help out Valera with mission details, so can you tell me?" Ariel put her hand over Jared's mouth and immediately he shut the hell up.
"Jared," Ariel said in a 'listen to me and don't interrupt' tone. ", you're going to take an asteroid from Mars. When that is done, follow the other pilots to the Ansig Ocean. Simple enough?" Jared nodded. "Go fast or they'll leave you." She shoved him a little and he sped off in his normal happy stride.

The cockpit of the Hrothgar would give, even people who loved tight spaces, Closter phobia. He skipped into the machine; putting on the helmet that he had lying in the seat. Like every other space that was Jared's, the interior, and the exterior for that matter, was spotlessly clean. "Carlisle is ready to soar." Jared squalled. Excitement, rather than nerves, filled his stomach this time as he flipped the switches; the fog of Jared's breath covered the tinted eye shield as he "hyperventilated". He headed out into the blackness. Though people say that space is endless, Jared had to wonder, how could it not end some where? He was sure that people thought their planet was endless. Maybe space will have its on globe some day and maybe human kind, or others for that matter, will find another challenge. He followed the other Gundams to the mines, where he would wait and order the rest of them around, only fight if need be.

"Analog, behind you." Jared warned as an SOV approached, beam saber ready.

Ian flew steadily through the void of space, his body pressed against his seat from the speed. Checking a monitor, he could clearly see Marionette in Arashi not tailing too far behind.

"Hm... I guess that little wire frame of a mobile suit has got some speed on it after all..." He said quietly to himself, smirking at her fast pursuit.

Another monitor quickly prompted him of his arrival at the asteroid's location. He clicked a few buttons, tapping the screens above him. The monitor zoomed closely, giving him a clear view of the enemy forces.

"This is Braver, it looks like the forces are composed of Sov's just as the report had expected. This should be an easy victory, but don't get sloppy." He said calmly over the airwaves. Flipping his hair out of his face, he prepared to swoop in. He much preferred to never wear a helmet while fighting, it felt constricting and his hair frequently got in the way, though he liked the hairdo too much to cut it.

Havoc sped quickly, finally coming to an immediately halt in the shimmer of a bright light which illuminated the asteroid. Clearing dust from under its feet as it set down, the miners on the ground scattered, running for their lives at the appearance of the suit. The Sov's immediately mobilized, holding their beam rifles and preparing to shoot. A warning came out over the loud speaker.

"Unidentified mobile suit. You are trespassing on to a private Mars area of operation. Please vacate immediately or else we will be forced to retaliate. I repeat, please vacate immediately."

Ian sat in his cockpit, smirking. Opening up his external communications, he called out to the enemy suits. "You know... I could have sworn this mine was owned and discovered by the colonists and you guys took it over by force..." He said arrogantly to the troop of Sovs.

"Thats it! Screw protocol! ATTACK!"

That was Braver's cue to move. Sitting in the spotlight, the panels on the front of his just flipped up with amazing speed. He pulled down the two massive blades from underneath them and let the flaps retreat to his back, resembling jagged wings. The light reflected off them, shining in the eyes of the Sov pilots as Havoc's engines powered up to full. With a boom, Havoc dashed from its position, instantly slicing down the Sov in front of him and sliding to a stop.

The Sov's body slid off its waste and hit the ground before exploding where it stood. The other Sovs immediately attacked, not wasting a breath as their comrade went down. A hail of beam rifle fire showered Havoc as he weaved in and out, avoiding the shots. Braver returned to the airwaves, speaking to the team.

"Remember everyone, the miners are still colonists. Our only targets are the Sovs, be careful where you fire."

He flipped his suit back around to face the asteroid, preparing for another lethal dash. What would be known as the Colonists Rebellion had finally begun.

"Hn." Was all that Ezekiel said in response to Carlisle's update. He flipped open the plastic cover on a panel of identical buttons, none of them labeled or coded by color. Pressing two of the far left buttons at the same time with his gloved index and middle finger, Ezekiel pulled down the sniping mechanism, flipping a switch on the side to release the green screen, carefully aiming it's point at one of the Soverign's that was firing a shower of bullets at Havoc. He waited for a split second, listening as the rumble of Vestal's brace hitting the ground and planting him down into the surface of an asteroid died away. "Casualties... are an unavoidable variable." Ezekiel mumbled, not really speaking loud enough for anyone to understand him over the transmission. He wasn't here for colonists, or the rebellion.

He pulled the trigger, the shot searing through the air and plowing through Soverigns that quickly turned their attention to him. Shooting down three more of the Soverigns that had originally concentrated on Havoc, Vestal's brace replaced itself as two Soverigns broke off to take care of the new invader. The Gundam sped back, to easily dodge a bullet. The long-distance rifle slid back in place as Ezekiel pushed various buttons without even thinking, going through the motions he'd gone through plenty of times in simulation. Pulling out the dual pistols, two shots fired from the upside down barrel flew through the cockpits of the Soverign that had been chasing after him, causing both to explode into a shower of debris. Straightening, Vestal replaced one of it's pistols in it's rightful place on it's hip, keeping one at the ready.

That was the end of any Soverigns after him for the moment. He scanned around, looking for potential enemies, before something caught his eye. Ezekiel turned and focused on colonist miners, blinking slowly as he stared at their figures in the dark craters of the asteroid. This... was why they were here? After a moment or two of staring blankly at them, his purpose of having this amazing mobile suit, he glanced back at his radar which was blinking red, faster and faster with each passing second. The main screen showed a Soverign bounding towards him at a speed that Vestal was not built to match. But he didn't need to catch up to that speed. He quickly brought his pistol up and shot three times in the general direction of the enemy suit, taking the first two shots to get a quick feel for it's slide and movement. The third shot blew the torso off of the incoming Soverign, square in the middle of it's chest.

"What are you doing?!" Aezel's screechy voice that signified his displeasure at a close-call of getting hit, "This is the simplest mission and you just stand there while-"

"Distracted." Ezekiel replied bluntly, turning off his view of the colonists, and returning to reality, "...Sorry."

"Tch!" Aezel scoffed as the transmission window disappeared.

OOC: I'm in a bit of a slump, but we'll see where this goes. XD

"Time for the usual strategy then?" Kisa murmured under her breath to herself as she witnessed the others engaging in combat. She suddenly heard overheard Ian's exchange with the enemy pilots, and couldn't help but add her own, sarcastic, two cents. "Oi, genius. Could ya, you know, NOT anger the enemy? Sovs or not, they're still a pain in the ass to take down!" Something suddenly began to beep, and she cut off her transmission. "...Speak of the devils." Her monitor revealed three of them. Only three? No sweat, at least for the Arashi. She charged in fist first, aiming for the head of the first Sovereign. With the head removed, the Arashi's leg came up and kicked the enemy away slightly, before a beam sabre came down upon the foe with great speed and force. The Arashi was forced to used the saber as a defense mechanism as one of the other two Sovs came at her with it's blade raised as well. Fortunately, the two remaining units had chosen a strategy that was easy for Kisala to manipulate in her favor. The second Sov drew closer, and closer, it's beam sword pointed down like a spear to pierce the Arashi through the cockpit. At the last possible moment, Kisala pulled her machine away, and the Sov ended up spearing it's buddy. From that point on, it only took a single slash to take down the remaining, confused unit. "Booooring."

As if queuing into this gesture of boredom, three new Sovs appeared on radar. That was no problem! But... then three more appeared from behind her! Had they been hiding amidst some debris or something so that she couldn't see them? She chewed her lower lip in irritation. She had screwed up. She had made a fatal miscalculation! Wait a second, wasn't she supposed to have some sort of cover?

To make things worse, she eventually found two more Sovs closing in on her signal. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I NEED SOME DAMN COVER, ANALOG." Kisala shouted angrily into the intercom. Right, charging in wasn't a smart strategy when you didn't have a strong grasp on enemy numbers. Where the hell had the extras come from!? The Arashi could only take so much!

Ooc: Like hell I'd be the one to let this die XD, forgive the lack of attention to PC!

"Hell yeah guy's! This is what we should have done from the start! Boom-Boom time, ain't that right Bam-Uh!?!" Patting the side of the metal inside the cockpit, Chris was joyous with the chance to blast the enemy into oblivion. The other pilot's seem to be having quite a time with the enemy. "Ezekiel! Why are you so quiet!? You're in the prime of you're adult hood! You seem as though you're some sixty year old prune!" Chris watched as Ezekiel and Vestal pulled off some impressive movement's making Chris squirm in his seat with excitement, which put's one hell of a disturbing image into one's mind.

Pushing the throttle for the booster's to go at full speed, Bam-Uh and Chris entered deeper into the battle field as to not miss any of the combat and engage an enemy as soon as possible. "Oh my god Kisa, this is why a woman shouldn't pilot Gundam geez, you give me such intense El Oh El's! Haha, I'll save you, but you owe m-eh??" As Chris was ready to hurry to Kisa's aid, as he knew she needed it, Jared and Hrothgar quickley entered the scene and finished what Kisa started with the Sov's. "Damn, geez Jared do you really have to be the hero!?...stealing my spotlight!.." Chris manuvered Bam-Uh out of the way of Jared and Kisa as to not interfere with there present situation, although everyone here know's that Chris could have easily took them out without Jared coming to her rescue. "Eh, good luck you two, you'll both definitley need it! NEH!" sticking his tongue out toward there direction, Chris soon encountered his own little group of SOV's waiting to ambush him.

"Oh boy, listen guy's I'll give you one warning just ONE. If you turn around and blast off at full speed, I won't have too kill you! Hehe" Chris shouted through the intercom toward's the enemies. "Wh-What you little runt! No way you could defeat us! Let's get him now!" The five SOV's that Chris encountered were all now surrounding him weapons at the ready, as they moved in there trained military pattern's to confuse and stun the enemy. This, however, did not bother Chris.
"Haha, I guess you denied my request, just remember I DID warn you." Aiming in various spot's around him in which the enemy circled, Chris fired the Clay Bazooka which was equipped with the immobilization ammunition into the five swarming SOV's around him. "Th-The hell is this?! I can't move!" Just as it should be, the Clay Bazooka's sticky like electrical substance that come's with this ammunition has caused the enemy SOV's to become uncapable of movement! "Just think this is you're unlucky day to fight me, because if you would have fought Kisa god know's you would have won HAHA! I kid Kisa, heh." Flipping the cover of numerous toggle's over the head of Chris, he flipped them all in the down position. As the pack on the back of Bam-Uh began to open, Chris said his final word's to the poor SOV's "Bye-bye!". As soon as he said that, thousand's of little missle's upon little missle's broke off and launched into all five SOV's causing massive damage. Now see a regular Mobile Suit would have been able to dodge these, but thank's to the nice little ammunition in the Clay Bazooka, that is no longer the case and there is no need to play cat and mouse. "Gotta' thank her when I get back for the ammunition..."

The mission was proceeding as smoothly as planned. Ian had expected this much from the shear simplicity of the mission. Of course the first mission should be a simple one... yet large enough to get some attention. If they failed the first mission they would just look like a joke. Ian looked down as the other Gundams fought, each showing off the features of their Gundam as expected and not receiving a single scratch. The final Sovs seemed to be realizing that it was a lost battle as they retreated into the midsts of the nearby colonies for shelter. Ian looked down to the asteroid at the cheering miners, who were overjoyed to have their mine back. Ian opened up the airwaves.

"This is Braver, looks like we're finished here... let the others run. Tell their commander what happened here today." He said calmly into his communicator. "You all have the coordinates, I'll see you guys at the rendezvous point."

Ian returned Havoc's shoulder panels to their raised position, returning the glistening swords to their resting position then folding the panels down over his chest. He turned slowly, facing the giant red planet behind them. His thrusters ignited, already warmed up, as he quickly let them blast, booming him towards the planet, entering the atmosphere in a matter of minutes. As the particles of the air heated against the gundanium, he could scarcely make out transmissions.

"Signals confirmed.......mining.....ruined...Vega6 Proto....mo...uit......tes.....plete succ...enga....ogeys?

"Nega.....turn to h....arters"

As he descended through the atmosphere, the transmission couldn't help but have Ian worried. He would have to check his transmission tapes at a later date. As he exited the blistering heat of re-entry, the blue ocean below showed its great expanse. Ian's eyes quickly scanned the area, trying to find the source of the signal but to no avail. He hovered high in the sky for a second... thinking to himself about what it could have been.

"those transmissions....could Mars be planning something as well? No... but if they are, it will definitely prove problematic...." He said to himself in the silence of the air above the ocean. His scanners snapped him back to attention as they locked on a small white spec in the distance. Ian immediately recognized it. The Seahorse. gigantic military carrier stolen and used by EXCEL under the cover of stealth radar. Ian ignited Havoc's thrusters, blasting towards the the spot on the horizon, arriving soon and slowly to a hover. He slowly dropped with a thud on the large flat deck of the Seahorse, kneeling on one knee as the cockpit slipped open.

"This is Braver again... successful docking complete. Briefing on the next mission is set to commence in 3 hours..." He called calmly before sliding down the exit rope on his suit. The mars air was clean and crisp, with a slight breeze blowing across the deck.

"These mars fools.... starting so much trouble. They don't even know how good they have it...." He said silently and bitterly to himself as he began walking inside without waiting for the others. Mechanics immediately swarmed Havoc, making fine tuned repairs and examinations.

"Hnn..." Ezekiel's reply to Braver came as he flipped a few switches and jerked his control stick back, sending Vestal into the air. The Gundam's eyes lingered on the retreating sovs for a minute before giving only a sweeping glance at the colonists. He was definitely on the wrong side, if someone looked at his history. He really had no reason to help those colonists, and found himself without any feeling of accomplishment. Oh well, Ezekiel shrugged slightly, a notion meant for no one but himself. It had been fun. Ezekiel let Vestal float above Mars' atmosphere for a moment before propelling himself towards it, hitting it with a slight spin like a drill before breaking through. As soon as he was upright again, Ezekiel shook his hair out of his eyes, the blonde strands having rearranged themselves after falling back down onto his face. He peered down at the oceans of Mars with his usual indifferent look.

They didn't really seem to say 'home' to him. Turning onto the deck, and turning on his communication line again, Ezekiel opened his mouth to mumble quietly, "Docking complete."

He pushed open the door to his cockpit, ignoring mechanics who stepped past him. He pulled off his helmet, patting his bangs down with his gloved hand as he stared across the blue sea. It was definitely better than Earth or Space. Ezekiel stood idly on the deck for a few minutes staring at the rolling waves while he waited for the other pilot's to dock. He may not have been sociable, but he certainly didn't have anything better to do with his time than make friends with the other pilots.

The better friends he was with them, the easier it'd be to get along with them on missions... probably. Braver was pretty friendly in himself, so Ezekiel wasn't keen on seeking him out. Hm, speaking of not seeking people out, Ezekiel stared even more intently when he remembered that he'd neglected to fulfill his purpose and help out Kisala during the mission. Well, it's not like he'd just been standing there doing nothing while she was being attacked... that had been before she was assaulted. He took a deep breath, smelling the salty water. A solution to ease Kisala's irritation would present itself eventually. He turned his eyes up at the sky. Too much blue here on Mars. This was supposed to be the red planet, but it was almost as if it'd decided to switch with Earth.

Ezekiel slowly turned to see which Gundam was now docking, feeling that there really was no rush. Three hours till briefing was plenty, even if Ezekiel moved at such a tedious pace.