Meanwhile....

Angelo Sauper and his crew of strangers were finding a hard time deciding their next course of action. After finding a hostile group of soldiers, they were scavenging an area of gunned down Zaku ll's, they knew that something was very wrong with this. Two identified gundams with a possibly modified ZZ Gundam, and a Qubeley 2 of all things. Along with a various mismatch of suits and it was clear they were fighting an interesting group of foes. Angelo sat in his private quarters thinking about how all of this was going to go down. They had a technological edge that was clear but they had ace quality pilots to match their own as was apparent when that girl Stella, and of course Victor were all surrounded by the enemy upon trying to attack the enemy. Or so Victor reported. It was all they could do to survive the attack by the ace pilots. "Gundams pah. Outdated suits from an outdated era not even funnels or beam shields." Angelo said as he stood up and walked down the corridor and into the meeting room where his 'allies' were gathered. Stella Loussier, the gundam pilot from Earth whom Angelo had accepted aboard just to grab her suit but she had proven herself useful, stood dejectedly in a corner next Rondo. Victor stood vigilant near where he would take his place, as assured by the captain of Full Frontal's guard, at the head of the center of the rounded room. There was one more person they picked up the day before whom Angelo didn't care to listen to after his pompous attitude immediately pushed him to dislike this man with long black hair. Anyone else in the room was beyond his caring at this point as he stood in the center of the room. "Gentlemen and ladies attention!" Angelo said as the Zeon soldiers saluted their captain and those few who weren't gave him a bow. Perfect people...bah like they could match up to Zeon.

 "Today I want to inform you of our intention to wipe out the enemy forces we have found. We will attack later tomorrow so we will be planning our strategies for tomorrow now. After this we will prepare our suits for the coming day! These enemy forces have disgraced us by killing our allies and looting their bodies like common vultures! They will know the fury that we have to offer for such a grave insult!" Angelo said with passion as he slammed his fist on the table. "Gundams....possibly three or four with outdated tech. They stand no chance compared to the power that is Zeon and of course our friend Victor from the Perfect People!" proclaimed Angelo with zeal. The Zeon soldiers clambered for revenge for their fallen comrades.The Perfect People went along with it but it was more to humor Angelo than nothing. What did they care for the guys? The seemed like they shared similar ideals but Angelo's seal for his Zeon nation put off many of them. Victor smiled, "We will start with Stella and Rowen leading the charge with enemy forces engaging them we will surround them led by me and Angelo. With that done we will..." Victor continued his line of thought as various tactics were discussed and given. At the end of the day the plan was decided and Angelo dismissed his soldiers.

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At the Sundown...

As the Sandrock Team was working on their own devices in came Graham Aker who was getting ready for his patrol duty for the day. When he saw the duo at their normal stations Graham walked over to them, "It's good to see someone being diligent and taking such good care of their mobile suit Miss Donna. I can respect a person who takes an interest in the welfare of their machine and sees it more as just an instrument for destruction. A mobile suit is the extension of ones self. It is like the blade of a katana wielded by the ancient Samurai of Japan. If you don't take care of it what kind of soldier are you....it's sad to see so many people down here just like Engineer Yuri take care of these suits." commented Graham with his daily reminder that he was a soldier and that he loved battle. It was only three days and he had already shown that he was three things, dedicated to his flag and his status as it's pilot, that battle was a way of expression, and that he was passionate about his way of living. "You know Captain Aker you don't need to shout out your philosophy to everyone in the ship." shouted Grant as Graham Aker chuckled, "Of course." Graham answered with a smile.