"Are you shitting me!? God-damned brass, we've lost too many personnel for this battle, my GM is half-baked thanks to that Gouf, and you forget to sound the retreat call for whoever's left in the fucking debris field? For all of my damned work in this machine, you leave me and dozens of others out here to die?" Roan roared, slamming her fist into her control console and seething in frustration. She watched on her sensors as the Federation ships pulled out of the belt, her head throbbing due to her fury and indignation at being abandoned. The pilot should've expected it by now; she was essentially a Spacenoid, despite her Earthbound rearing, and was always considered an outcast.

The other GMs were closing in on the Gouf which was crippled badly thanks to the Juggler's shots, the Zeon mobile suit having been providing cover for the Zudah pilot that was protesting the battle. As much as she knew it was kill or be killed, from what she heard over the communications network both of the pilots she had encountered earlier were much younger than most of the personnel she had ever faced. Roan wasn't very sentimental most of the time, but the mere memory of what Thunderbolt Sector was doing at one point left a very foul taste in her mouth. 

Easing the mobile suit out from her cover, being sure to evade any jutting structures lest she end up wasted upon the surface of a destroyed colony, she began to approach her...comrades, slow and easy with weapons down. More than likely they'd just cut the Gouf pilot up if given the chance...

"Is that black operations GM actually complying? It wouldn't acknowledge me earlier, but fuck if I understand Minovsky particle physics..." Roan muttered to herself, remaining shield up just in case something decided to crop up. Watching the ceasefire signals emit from the GM's emergency external lights, she turned on her own, transmitting the declaration to the Gouf. 

"Hey, Frenchie! Fight's over. The actual rules of warfare state that if we have enemy forces surrendering, we don't kill them on the spot. You forget we have cockpit recorders, so if someone actually decided to take a look or rat on you, they could court-martial your ass if they were enough of a busybody. Besides, if anything they might know more than enough about the colony for us to call the fleet back and get us picked up," Her call went out over the now-open comm channel. If he did shoot, there was the chance she could chuck the shield over and get it to take the heat, but she had the feeling even the slimmest of chances would be too generous for that.

She looked over at the black GM, biting her lip a little. It was an intimidating thing, bulkier and more refined than her own RGM-79 and with power she could barely imagine. It was almost on par with that mythical mobile suit, the 'Gundam' she had so oft heard about. "Pardon, but whatever happened to that crazy Zaku you were fighting? Did you lose it in the field?"

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