Crimson had just finished his speech when he got a response from one of the auxilliary tunnels. He was certain that the tunnel wasn't large enough for a Mobile Suit, but he was obviously wrong as something was making its way towards him fast. Turning around, he saw the Wing Zero transform back into suit mode. "Let me guess, used the lower profile of the Neo-Bird mode to get through the tunnels that your other suits couldn't?" he asked, before going to draw the double-ended Beam-Saber. He marched forward a few steps. They were completely surrounded by walls, both above and to the sides, meaning that maneuvering in here would be almost impossible, this entrance shaft was only wide enough for 2 columns of Mobile Suits. Quickly realizing this, he instead ignited the 2 in his shield. "But, let's face facts, your suit is 20 years old. And we both know you can't use it to the fullest extent. She was designed by the Federations military for quite another purpose than what you're using it for. Quite frankly, i'd love to tell you all of her little secrets, but then i'd ruin your surprise when you report back to the top brass and ask how the hell the leader of Fukushu Zeon knows more about a 20 year old project than her damn pilot. And you'll get that same old "That's for us to know and for you to be assassinated if you ever find out" speech." He grunted in a mocking tone. "I mean, even if i told you, you wouldn't believe me." At that point, a pair of the funnels popped out of the rack on the back of NuSazabi and flew upwards towards the ceiling (only about 20 feet above NuSazabi's head.) "Oh, don't worry about them, they're just a little backup policy." He said, he knew that they were in a mexican standoff when it came to firearms, Wing Zero's shoulder vulcans were almost as powerful as a beam-rifle. If he took a hit from them, he was finished, but the same was true about his Funnels.

"But, i'll tell you what." He said, "Because I would much rather we both lived through today, let's just say no ranged weapons and keep this the way god intended. Just 2 giant mechanical suits trying to hack each other to pieces?" After all, Crimson had time on his side, every second he could keep Wing Zero here, with the only entrance to the administration offices behind him, was another second closer to victory on his part. "Because it's just you and me now. Anyone lacking that suit will have to make it past Captain Cadogan and i promise you, nobodies getting past him without my say so." He ignited a third saber in the suits free hand, presenting it forward, almost to the point where their two sabers were touching. "Last chance before it turns hairy. Agree to my terms. Hell, i'll even treat you to some drinks, we can talk about a couple of the Federations most dirty secrets. Like why i'm so darn crazy. i can even show you some home movies that'll make you question everything you believe in." He sang in a mocking tone.

---Residential area 182---

Zeta slowly descended from the air, the sounds of explosions could be heard throughout the colony now as the Federation forces pushed their way to the Administration blocks, against a Zeon force that had dug its heels in and prepared to push back against anything. However, the current battle was a stalemate, waiting for something to break it. As Zeta touched down in the street, everything seemed deserted. Greg rushedd to the door and opened it. Rapelling down, the 3 Haro's followed him. He ran to the door of the house, fumbling with his keys, before opening up and rushing inside. "Mum!? Dad!?" He called. "Dammit!" He threw his arms up. Red rolled up to him.

"REMINDER! TAKE A LUMP HAMMER TO RED WHEN WE GET HOME!" Greg grinned, then burst out laughing. Although, at this point, it wasn't a laughter of joy, but one that he was afraid that, if he stopped, he would break to his knees and cry. At that point, a purple Haro rolled up to him.

"Hey, purp." he said, wiping the tears from his eyes. The purple one opened its mouth. There was the sounds of Crimson's speech going on in the background.
[quote=Greg's Parents]"Hey, honey, i'm sorry that we have had to do this, but we had no way to contact you and no telling how close Zeon forces are to the house. Me and your father have gone through with Plan Black." The woman was clearly sobbing at this point "I'm so sorry. We can't tell you where we've gone." Greg's father burst in.

"Come on, we need to go, now."

"DAMMIT, SHAUN, I'M TRYING TO SAY GOODBYE TO OUR SON!!!"

"He's a man now, he can take care of himself. Look, when we feel it's safe, we will contact you. Till then, just keep your head down. We've transfered enough money to your account for a shuttle to Von Braun. You'll be safe there. I love you."

"Me too... Please, stay safe. Keep Haro safe. Do you remember Grandma's name for you? It's the safe key.[/quote]

Greg ran over to the safe that they kept, before punching in the code: 4734-2842-4588-5922-4...000? The safe clicked and he opened it. Inside was a gun and bandoleer for concealing on his chest. He took off his jacket and put it on, engaging the power-cell, then putting the coat back on. He then grabbed a [url=http://site.cosplaymagic.com/accessories/PJ0204.jpg]solid gold pendant[/url] and put it around his neck. "Right, Von Braun." He said, heading back out into the street, he heard the footsteps of someone coming. He turned to see an [url=https://i.ytimg.com/vi/En6JxlFthCI/maxresdefault.jpg]older woman[/url] approaching.

"Hello." She said, Greg stood frozen to the spot for a second, before fumbling with his jacket to try and get the gun. "Oh please!" She snapped, before pulling out her own gun and offering it to him. "If the only way you're going to listen to me is with a gun in your hand, then so be it." Greg stared at her for a second. "Look, kid, i don't know who you are, but from what Crimson has said, we are both in a LOT of trouble." She then looked at the pendant that had come out of his jacket in his fumbling "That a fashion statement, or are you one of those kids that thinks the Zabi's were cool?" Greg took a deep breath.

"Family heirloom. Just because my ancestors supported the Zabi's, doesn't mean they were bad people." The woman had lit up a cigarette by this point.

"Trust me, kid, i know more than my fair share of bad people. My one piece of advice to you, never try to avoid creating a demon. You usually only succeed in making a worse demon in the process."

"... Doctor Cassidy?" He asked.

"Give the boy a coconut." She rasped. "Look, i saw the Gundam land and i hoped to catch the pilot offguard." She took another long drag on the cigarette. "Can you fly her?"

"Bet your ass." He grinned.

"I prefer to bet my life..." She took one last drag on the cigarette, finishing it and stamping on it. "Come on, let's go. Get us to the Excalibur and i can get you out of here. By this point, his forces will be making their way to Administrators office. Once they are there, his people will force a surrender and it'll take more than a 150 year old war-hero to get us out of this."

"Umm... Shouldn't we return the Zeta?" He asked. She stared at him with immense ire.

"Are you serious? Did you forget about the part where Crimson Hold wants this station?"

"Yes, but what would he want with, as you put it, a 150 year old suit? Hell, i can pull up the blueprints for it on the internet." He scratched his head. She pretended to look at her watch.

"As ecstatic as i would be to spoon feed you every answer running through your youthful skull, i really have plans on not getting captured and killed today, plans with a chance of success that is quickly dwindling." She grunted. Greg nodded.

"Alright..." He put his 2 pinkie fingers in his mouth and let out an ear shattering whistle. Doctor Cassidy slowly reached a finger into her ear and cleaned it quickly with a look of pure disatisfaction. At that point, the 3 Haro's, along with Purple and an Orange Haro all rolled out of the house towards him. "Get in the suit." He ordered. They grabbed onto the rappel with their little hands.

"Oh goody, sharing a cramped cockpit with a boy and his little toys." The Orange Haro's mouth opened and a tongue began waving from it. "You taught it that? I'm almost impressed." She remarked. She saw him rappel up to the cockpit, before sending it back down, allowing her to also ascend. "Head for the military docks." She ordered him, she then punched a code into the console. "Excalibur, begin preparations to evacuate. Tell the dock crew to grab everything that isn't nailed down and get it aboard." She ordered.

"What the hell? Who is this? What's your clearance number?"

"Clearance level Black, Priority level Absolute, code "4363-7257-3845-5010-101" mark." The comm went silent for a minute.

"Clearance granted, beginning procedures."

"Acknowledged." She responded, before sitting down at the back of the circular cockpit. Greg looked at her with amazement.

"You're Black-ops? You don't look the type." 

"I don't kill people, if that's what you mean?" She sighed. [i]"Make people wish they had died, well, there's an argument there..."[/i] she thought. Zeta rose gracefully into the air. From here, he used the main camera to see the battle going on around the gate to the admin blocks. Stood at the tunnel entrance was a number of Geara-Doga's and a [url=https://image.ibb.co/mUJvmV/mabinogi.png]Large suit[/url] that was using funnels to halt the Federations advance.

"You really think the Federation can't win this fight?" He asked.

"What you can't see is the big fucking Gwadan that's probably docking as we speak. Excalibur is strong, but she's no match for a Gwadan. It's also the fact that they probably will have reinforcements coming. We will not. He's playing this one smart, attacking Federation ships as they try to break atmosphere. Where they have absolutely no maneuverability. A couple of ships have made it through, but not even nearly enough to stop his advance." She sighed. Zeta transformed and shot off towards the military docks near the rear of the colony.