[color=c4df9b][b]Samantha Brisinggart[/b][/color][hr]

The glass was cracking.

Perhaps a piece of shrapnel hit it. Perhaps it was a lucky graze against a bullet, but regardless, her flight patterns became even more erratic, less because of any conscious decision on her part, but more because her vision was starting to get blurry from all the g-force and adrenaline hitting her. 

The amassed mobile suits, the weapons fired on her. 

Samantha was barely aware that she had already crashed into a mobile suit, an army Tommy, the sharp blades on her ship severing its arms neatly. Like a rocket she boosted along the colony's surface, the blades on her ship spinning rapidly as she scored and gauged out the surface, creating a field of debris behind her.

[hr][color=a187be]Freya Schwartzschild[/color][hr]

[color=a187be]"What? They're already on the colony?"[/color] Her hand flicked up to her ear piece immediately, utterly livid at the sudden change. What were these security people doing? [color=a187be]"Percival! Rally all ground troops. Rouse the local police! Protection of the princesses are our highest priority!"[/color]

Pulling on her gloves tighter, she started running towards the hangars, where her custom mobile suit was waiting. She would be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit happy. Now there wasn't so much boring standing around.