[b][i]Terra Asterius Zala[/i][/b]

Recuperating with military food had helped her recover from her seemingly mind-depriving mental fatigue. Terra also had sometime to get herself comfortable in her own cabin and rested. Her mind was focused on recovering for the training upcoming in several hours after all. She was glad that she managed to get herself back up on her feet without the assistance of some leverage. She dressed herself back up to her soldier gear-- lugging her small body to zip the one-piece suit up after fitting the skin-tight leggings on first and sliding her arms along the arm holes. She checked herself to the mirror, her flowing hair covering her face slightly in a sort of bed head. It took her some time to re-straighten and assemble her hair properly-. She clipped her parted fringe and tied her entire hair into a bun. She proceeded to try and fix her sleepy face with a splash of water and reapplying light make up and lip balm before leaving her cabin.

She was earlier than the other soldiers, including officer Meyryth. She looked around a little to help her gather some bearings and even checked the time by her phone. She wasn't mistaken alright-- but where was everyone? Soon enough, other soldiers began to swarm in to the training area's entrance. When they saw Terra being first to arrive they began to make their own comments. "See? I told you she was gonna be here first. It's perhaps in her head that she's gonna be leading us." That comment somewhat got into her nerves, nearly sending fumes out of her system. She pointed at them and shouted.

"HEY! Drop it! No talks about the squad leader or I'll kick your asses!" The entire group was taken by surprise to see the little angry feline scowling at them with her claws. They commented again.

"Watch out! The cat has claws!" Of course, the comment only made her angrier. She approached the commentator and clawed at the man's face, before standing back in line waiting for Officer Meyryth to arrive. The group of soldiers continued to pool in, but they seem to be content in staying away from Terra-- seen from the 'crater' that it was making as people crowded around. She crossed her arms in annoyance, gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes in frustration in an attempt to deal with the others. She waited until the officer had arrived, then she would give it her all to try and best the others in training.

"Good to see no one has lost their sense of scheduling. Here's the situation, right now our best two chances for standing against the Actualiser Threat lies with the Gundams. I'm currently not at privilege to provide you with the odds of success for pulling this off. However it seems you have already determined who will be your best bet in providing security. As you may remember, Private Zala will be leading you when we have a decent force to back ourselves. Right now only she and Yamato will be making missions for AERO and ZAFT will be doing its best to offer support. I do not expect you to perform miracles but I expect you to be soldiers for this mission to Earth. You are expected to perform with ZAFT pilots at optimal efficiency. Meet with the ZAFT squadron and report to PT right after." With the briefing over, they went on inside to meet with the other ZAFT members and begin their training.

Physical endurance training. Thanks to her being well-fed and rested, seems like she was breezing through most of the pressure unscathed. She was able to match everyone and going for the extra mile by doing more than required. Of course, it tired her, but never had she felt so strong and reinvigorated. Next was running, she was able to keep up the same amount of laps as the others, but her short stature made it impossible for her to run for longer. She was simply not cut out for running. After the run, Terra was able to see the numbnut running over to some other woman in the kick-boxing area, chatting her up as she did her routine. [i]"Not only is he an idiot, looks like he's a womaniser..."[/i] She said with squinted eyes. [i]"Unbelievable."[/i] Second quarter she was able to keep up in hand-to-hand combat, seeing how her smaller stature meant that she could dodge her opponents easily and deliver quick punches to their face or stomach easily. Or maybe the groin if her opponent was a man-- that always works.

The alarm sounded mid-training. She stopped in her tracks and took a look at Officer Meyryth before running to get herself dressed into her Pilot Suit. She latched the helmet on to her head and quickly made her way to the catapult bay where she mounted into the cockpit of the ZETA and started her systems up. Bridge Captain Terzo immediately contacted Terra as she mounted up. "Private Zala, make sure the enemy do not reach our current location. Do everything you can to hold them back!" She runs a check of her systems to see the grappling hook still offline. She pressed several more switches before jolting the ZETA to life.

"Understood Captain. How many targets are we expecting?" She inquired.

"Our radars detect one-- Wait-- That can't be right..." Terzo seemed hesitant with the matter.

"Captain, one or many contacts, I'm not letting them touch this ship. I'm launching now." The mechanical hands of the catapult equipped the ZETA with the BOWA rifle and its arm-mounted nose shield. She waited for the hangar crew to give the green lights for Terra to launch. As soon as the 'whoop' was heard, she placed her hand on the thrusters. "Terra Asterius Zala. ZETA Gundam, launching!" The sliders underneath disengaged the lock and she felt the momentum pushing forward, launching the Gundam into deep space as Terra pushed the thrusters up and commandeered her Gundam towards the location of the enemy. "ZETA to bridge, do you copy? I have visual on a single target..." The radar indicated a generic mass produced mobile armour unit, but something wasn't right. " Actualiser unit approaching! Radar says it's a Mobile Armour. Uploading video feed to bridge now!" She pushed several buttons along the console and provided vision for the bridge to observe the fleshy and organic-like Mobile Suit approaching.