Gundam: Starcrossed
Posted: 2004-08-01 12:05am
Gundam: Starcrossed
Standard Disclaimer: Gundamwing nor the Original Gundam series disclaimer belong to me.
January 3rd UC 0079
'Space.' He thought to himself as he stared out into space from the cockpit of his trusty Zaku I. 'So this is what it's like to be out in space...' He shook his head, reminding himself that he was here to do his duty, not to day dream. The red-headed boy..no, the Young man in a the green normal suit was just barely 18.
He had lived on Side 3, the largest and furthest colony in the Earth Sphere, for his entire life. The young man was proud of this heritage. When Duke Degwin and his son Ghiren had called for a national call to arms. He enthusiastically volunteered to join the Z.S.F. When he told his mother the news at home, she became very upset. He took her in his arms tried to console her. It failed. His mother had told him that she did not want him to join the military. The young man tried to rationalize his choice by saying that is was his duty as a citizen and a spacenoid to fight in the defense of the Zeonic Homeland. She on the other hand would not hear it.
So he left and that was that. He eventually successfully completed his training after over a year of learning how to operate a standard issue Zaku I as well as the tactics that would be employed by the Zeon in case of war. It looked like today would be the day to put his training to the test. Though he'd look back to that day with his mother. He wonders if his mother had forgiven him...
"John...are you there, over?" a hardy voice questioned as it entered the cockpit. It was his dear friend and wing mate Frank Dillanger. They had been ordered to escort the Musai class warship, which both Zakus had been floating above, as part of a large military operation. They were part of a small mobile suit force that was attached to the ship. There were 2 other Zakus hovering around the ship in addition to theirs as well as many others doing the exact same thing over the Musais of the 4th attackwave. John quickly cleared his cobwebs and moved his hand over to the radio tranceiver. He flipped the knob up so he could send radio messages.
"Yeah, I'm here. It's just that this is my first time in space and all. I'm not used seeing billions of stars and feeling like I can travel to all of them."John mused.
"I know the feeling. Eventually, you'll get used to it and it will be nothing more than background. Though, I will say it is something spectacular to see every time I'm up here." he replied in an understanding tone of voice.
Unlike himself, Frank was always traveling in and out of space. Before he was a Zaku pilot, he was a merchant with a trading company that dealt bringing supplies to Side 3 from the other colonies. Like John, Frank too had heard the call to arms. Like John, Frank had also volunteered the next. However, unlike John, Frank had a family to go home to as his parents and fiance supported his discision. This made John, a bit envious of his friend. He wasn't about to show it though. His friendship was all that he had and he was not about to spoil it no matter how upset or jealous.
"Hey, Frank do you think we'll be able see any fighting or get into a fight our selves?" he curiously asked. He knew that they were part of the fourth wave of capital ships and Mobile Suits that would part of Zeon's offensive to liberate the Earthsphere from the Feddies. Logically, he knew that a person like him was not yet ready to fight against a real enemy. That's what the military officers had told him when they were assigning the missions to pilots on Side 3.
"I doubt it. We are the Fourth wave. The First and Second and Third Waves will give the Feddies and thier fleet a good kick in the teeth. There won't be much left when we arrive on the battle scene," he replied very optimistically back. "I mean they don't have any mobile suits and use outdated space fighters. If worse comes to worst we have our Machine Guns and Heat-hawks that will deal any potential annoyances."
John felt a bit more at ease but not by much. Just the thought of potentially being sucked out into the cold, airless vacuum gave him the chills.If his time ever came in combat, he would prefer a core breach of the Nuclear reactor that powered his Zaku. Atleast then he wouldn't feel anything as he would be literally vaporized in an instant.
He turned his head down away from the comm link and glanced at his watch on his wrist. 'Only 5 minutes until the operation begins. We will begin our War of Independence and freedom for all Spacenoids. The Duchy will forcefully show the Feddies that the corrupt politicians no longer rule space! I am certain that on this day, the Duchy of Zeon will prevail in battle. Seig Zeon!' he though excitedly as he began to move his Zaku into position.
* * * *
January 3rd, 0079, Side 3, First attack wave.
Aboard the bridge of the Chivvay class cruiser, the ZSFS Starsaber
"3 Minutes until Operation's commencement," stated a young Ensign at the ships helm. Captain Gustaf Skoldermen, who looked like was in his late 40's in appearence gave a slight nod to the ensign, telling him that the capatin understood. The bridge room was very large and was surrounded by a doorway to a lift at the back of the room and was of the finest reinforced steel alloy and transparent windows overlooking the Ship's front Mega particle cannons. His chair was at the center. To the right of him were the communications and radar stations. To his left were the weapons, life support, and internal sensors stations. In front of him was the helmsman who job was to steer the ship. He looked out the windows and into the depths of space thought for a moment about what was to a happen ahead.
His ship and it's compliment of Mobile suits as well as the first wave of Mobile Suits and ships were aimed at "liberating" Side 1. The plan had called for eliminating the Federation defense forces at side 1 via the use of ship-borne and Mobile Suit nuclear weapons. The whole area outside Side 1 would the flooded with radiation Nuclear weapon detonations and reactor breaches of Ships and Mobile Suits. If that wasn't enough, the Zeon high command then argued that in order to not fight a costly urban war in the colonies, Zakus would pump Chemical weapons into the air systems to pacify the colony.
He quickly shrugged those thoughts off. If the Zeon were going to win this war, such measures are going to be taken. The Zeon could not be stuck fighting Guerilla campaign against Feddie forces in the colonies. It would allow the Federation to rebuild from the initial shock and then launch a counter-attack. Sure Many will die, but that is a price to pay for the establishment of full sovereignty for all spacenoids.
'It's the only way,' he thought to himself. He quickly turned to the Radar officer. "Are all of the Mobile Suits in position?" he asked in a commanding tone of voice.
The 19 year old Radar operator shifted his glasses and quickly glanced down at the Radar Panel. He turned back to the captain gave his response. "Sir, all Mobile Suits are in escort position."
"Very good Ensign Azaki," complimented Capt. Skolderman and smiled slightly. The young boy, he thought, would one day become a fine officer. Aazki was one of those who followed things by the letter and never questioned his superior officers in any way. Skolderman himself was like that we he was studying at the academy. That's why he was placed in command of a frontline ship and understood the necessity of what was to happen as part of that command.
"Ninety-seconds to operation commencement," shouted the helmsman. The captain nodded and ordered the front mega particle cannons as well as the nuclear missiles to be ready as well as the machinegun guns on the side of the ship to be manned. The officer in charge of the weapons of the ship obeyed the captain and began to relay the orders the machine gun nest operators and then confirmed that the megaparticle cannons were being charged
As Skolderman was turning to the helmsman he ordered the helmsman to power the engines to full speed as soon as the OK from the higher ups had officially declared war of the Earth Federation. However, without getting a confirmation some noise coming from the external sensor station took his attention.
Wanting to know what the problem was he got up and walked over to Hidoshi Matsumi, who was in charge of the sensors for this shift. He could see the baffled look on the 20 year old's face.
The ensign hearing the captain's footsteps, turned and saluted. He then stepped aside to allow the captain to take a look at the data himself. He went on to explain, or at least try, the reason for his commotion.
"Sir, the sensors are reading a large energy signature of unknown source to be heading this way. It originated some 18 km away from our posistion, explained Hidoshi.
"How long before it gets here?" questioned the captain. A look of worry had spread all over his face. Judging by the readings it on the panel possibly very well destroy most if not all of the fleet.
"Sir, it should approaching us at any minute. I'm sorry sir. I should have detected this sir. My error could very well destroy all of us including Side 3." apologized the ensign in an upset tone of voice.
Before Skolderman could react to his apology, the entire bridge was consumed by a bright white light coming from the windows. Nobody could see the space outside. It was as if God had unleashed all of his fury and might on the Zeonic fleet. The intensity of the light inside the bridge was so bright that it caused many to to simply pass out due to sensory overload.
Soon, the light diminshed. However, the Zeonic Fleet, all of Side 3 simply disappeared. When the Federation Fleet arrived a couple days later, it was as if Side 3 had simply stopped existing and quietly left the universe without a trace.
This end Part 1.
Standard Disclaimer: Gundamwing nor the Original Gundam series disclaimer belong to me.
January 3rd UC 0079
'Space.' He thought to himself as he stared out into space from the cockpit of his trusty Zaku I. 'So this is what it's like to be out in space...' He shook his head, reminding himself that he was here to do his duty, not to day dream. The red-headed boy..no, the Young man in a the green normal suit was just barely 18.
He had lived on Side 3, the largest and furthest colony in the Earth Sphere, for his entire life. The young man was proud of this heritage. When Duke Degwin and his son Ghiren had called for a national call to arms. He enthusiastically volunteered to join the Z.S.F. When he told his mother the news at home, she became very upset. He took her in his arms tried to console her. It failed. His mother had told him that she did not want him to join the military. The young man tried to rationalize his choice by saying that is was his duty as a citizen and a spacenoid to fight in the defense of the Zeonic Homeland. She on the other hand would not hear it.
So he left and that was that. He eventually successfully completed his training after over a year of learning how to operate a standard issue Zaku I as well as the tactics that would be employed by the Zeon in case of war. It looked like today would be the day to put his training to the test. Though he'd look back to that day with his mother. He wonders if his mother had forgiven him...
"John...are you there, over?" a hardy voice questioned as it entered the cockpit. It was his dear friend and wing mate Frank Dillanger. They had been ordered to escort the Musai class warship, which both Zakus had been floating above, as part of a large military operation. They were part of a small mobile suit force that was attached to the ship. There were 2 other Zakus hovering around the ship in addition to theirs as well as many others doing the exact same thing over the Musais of the 4th attackwave. John quickly cleared his cobwebs and moved his hand over to the radio tranceiver. He flipped the knob up so he could send radio messages.
"Yeah, I'm here. It's just that this is my first time in space and all. I'm not used seeing billions of stars and feeling like I can travel to all of them."John mused.
"I know the feeling. Eventually, you'll get used to it and it will be nothing more than background. Though, I will say it is something spectacular to see every time I'm up here." he replied in an understanding tone of voice.
Unlike himself, Frank was always traveling in and out of space. Before he was a Zaku pilot, he was a merchant with a trading company that dealt bringing supplies to Side 3 from the other colonies. Like John, Frank too had heard the call to arms. Like John, Frank had also volunteered the next. However, unlike John, Frank had a family to go home to as his parents and fiance supported his discision. This made John, a bit envious of his friend. He wasn't about to show it though. His friendship was all that he had and he was not about to spoil it no matter how upset or jealous.
"Hey, Frank do you think we'll be able see any fighting or get into a fight our selves?" he curiously asked. He knew that they were part of the fourth wave of capital ships and Mobile Suits that would part of Zeon's offensive to liberate the Earthsphere from the Feddies. Logically, he knew that a person like him was not yet ready to fight against a real enemy. That's what the military officers had told him when they were assigning the missions to pilots on Side 3.
"I doubt it. We are the Fourth wave. The First and Second and Third Waves will give the Feddies and thier fleet a good kick in the teeth. There won't be much left when we arrive on the battle scene," he replied very optimistically back. "I mean they don't have any mobile suits and use outdated space fighters. If worse comes to worst we have our Machine Guns and Heat-hawks that will deal any potential annoyances."
John felt a bit more at ease but not by much. Just the thought of potentially being sucked out into the cold, airless vacuum gave him the chills.If his time ever came in combat, he would prefer a core breach of the Nuclear reactor that powered his Zaku. Atleast then he wouldn't feel anything as he would be literally vaporized in an instant.
He turned his head down away from the comm link and glanced at his watch on his wrist. 'Only 5 minutes until the operation begins. We will begin our War of Independence and freedom for all Spacenoids. The Duchy will forcefully show the Feddies that the corrupt politicians no longer rule space! I am certain that on this day, the Duchy of Zeon will prevail in battle. Seig Zeon!' he though excitedly as he began to move his Zaku into position.
* * * *
January 3rd, 0079, Side 3, First attack wave.
Aboard the bridge of the Chivvay class cruiser, the ZSFS Starsaber
"3 Minutes until Operation's commencement," stated a young Ensign at the ships helm. Captain Gustaf Skoldermen, who looked like was in his late 40's in appearence gave a slight nod to the ensign, telling him that the capatin understood. The bridge room was very large and was surrounded by a doorway to a lift at the back of the room and was of the finest reinforced steel alloy and transparent windows overlooking the Ship's front Mega particle cannons. His chair was at the center. To the right of him were the communications and radar stations. To his left were the weapons, life support, and internal sensors stations. In front of him was the helmsman who job was to steer the ship. He looked out the windows and into the depths of space thought for a moment about what was to a happen ahead.
His ship and it's compliment of Mobile suits as well as the first wave of Mobile Suits and ships were aimed at "liberating" Side 1. The plan had called for eliminating the Federation defense forces at side 1 via the use of ship-borne and Mobile Suit nuclear weapons. The whole area outside Side 1 would the flooded with radiation Nuclear weapon detonations and reactor breaches of Ships and Mobile Suits. If that wasn't enough, the Zeon high command then argued that in order to not fight a costly urban war in the colonies, Zakus would pump Chemical weapons into the air systems to pacify the colony.
He quickly shrugged those thoughts off. If the Zeon were going to win this war, such measures are going to be taken. The Zeon could not be stuck fighting Guerilla campaign against Feddie forces in the colonies. It would allow the Federation to rebuild from the initial shock and then launch a counter-attack. Sure Many will die, but that is a price to pay for the establishment of full sovereignty for all spacenoids.
'It's the only way,' he thought to himself. He quickly turned to the Radar officer. "Are all of the Mobile Suits in position?" he asked in a commanding tone of voice.
The 19 year old Radar operator shifted his glasses and quickly glanced down at the Radar Panel. He turned back to the captain gave his response. "Sir, all Mobile Suits are in escort position."
"Very good Ensign Azaki," complimented Capt. Skolderman and smiled slightly. The young boy, he thought, would one day become a fine officer. Aazki was one of those who followed things by the letter and never questioned his superior officers in any way. Skolderman himself was like that we he was studying at the academy. That's why he was placed in command of a frontline ship and understood the necessity of what was to happen as part of that command.
"Ninety-seconds to operation commencement," shouted the helmsman. The captain nodded and ordered the front mega particle cannons as well as the nuclear missiles to be ready as well as the machinegun guns on the side of the ship to be manned. The officer in charge of the weapons of the ship obeyed the captain and began to relay the orders the machine gun nest operators and then confirmed that the megaparticle cannons were being charged
As Skolderman was turning to the helmsman he ordered the helmsman to power the engines to full speed as soon as the OK from the higher ups had officially declared war of the Earth Federation. However, without getting a confirmation some noise coming from the external sensor station took his attention.
Wanting to know what the problem was he got up and walked over to Hidoshi Matsumi, who was in charge of the sensors for this shift. He could see the baffled look on the 20 year old's face.
The ensign hearing the captain's footsteps, turned and saluted. He then stepped aside to allow the captain to take a look at the data himself. He went on to explain, or at least try, the reason for his commotion.
"Sir, the sensors are reading a large energy signature of unknown source to be heading this way. It originated some 18 km away from our posistion, explained Hidoshi.
"How long before it gets here?" questioned the captain. A look of worry had spread all over his face. Judging by the readings it on the panel possibly very well destroy most if not all of the fleet.
"Sir, it should approaching us at any minute. I'm sorry sir. I should have detected this sir. My error could very well destroy all of us including Side 3." apologized the ensign in an upset tone of voice.
Before Skolderman could react to his apology, the entire bridge was consumed by a bright white light coming from the windows. Nobody could see the space outside. It was as if God had unleashed all of his fury and might on the Zeonic fleet. The intensity of the light inside the bridge was so bright that it caused many to to simply pass out due to sensory overload.
Soon, the light diminshed. However, the Zeonic Fleet, all of Side 3 simply disappeared. When the Federation Fleet arrived a couple days later, it was as if Side 3 had simply stopped existing and quietly left the universe without a trace.
This end Part 1.