Charles had raised an eyebrow to the sudden and quick reply over the comms, he had certainly expected some form of reaction, but that one of the unknowns ahead would have acted so quickly upon it was taking him offguard.

[color=fff79a][b]"Oh?"[/b][/color] He said in a surprising tone to himself as he heard a young man speaking. [color=fff79a][i]'Martin? Uncle Charles? Since when have I ever been someones uncle? Seven years ago? Where were I back then? I was serving as-'[/i][/color] It was in that moment that Charles remembered, he had been serving as a guard to one of the most influencial families of Gjallarhorn. The child of that very family had refered to him as an uncle, now he remembered...

While he had momentary doubts about this Martin person, whose name he couldn't remember. He however remembered being refered to as an uncle, because of how it irked him. He was so young back then. This was most certainly not a bluff, this were definitely that very person. There was no way for anyone to have pinpointed these exact details.

[color=fff79a][i]'The heir to that family is still alive, what a fortunate turn of events.'[/i][/color] Charles smiled as he was about to reply, when he was shocked by what the young man said next.

[color=fff79a][i]'Gundam...? Five... Five gundam frames? Unbelievable...'[/i][/color] Charles eyes had widened, his very hands were shaking and he could feel the sweat starting to fall down his face. Not only had this boy seemingly come back from the dead, but he and whomever was with his had aqquired five gundam frames? The very idea was absurd, but the more the Major thought about it, the more the likely it seemed that Martin was indeed telling the truth.

[color=fff79a][b]"The ultimate foe is before me, not only one... but five of them. Gullinkambe... can you feel them? This is the kind of battle I have longed for, this is the battlefield worth dying upon. But..."[/b][/color] The blonde began to collect himself, there were more on the line here than the battle of his dreams. The existance of that boy was surely to be a problem for the current leadership of Gjallarhorn. A symbol of the past for those which looked for one. His family's destruction could indeed land upon the shoulders of Gjallarhorn. That very boy could possibly raise a banner of his own and gather enough followers to challenge the order of Rustal Elion.

It was true that Rustal Elion had brought relative peace to the world alongside his supporters, however it was because of that peace that warriors such as himself were finding themselves without a purpose. Where would warriors go when there would be no battles left to be had? No great foe to fight? Would that still be called life?

Charles knew that if he were to try take the pilots and their machines in, he would receive orders to deliver them to the very top of Gjallarhorn and then those machines would likely be locked away. Weapons were meant to be used, that's what they were made for. Much like himself, what would he be if he could no longer fight? Whilst Martin no doubt could claim ownership of all the machines, the was little chance Rustal Elion would allow so much power for a single person which could threaten his order. It was also that very man which had used the despicable Dainsleif weapons on the Tekkadan and the revolutionary fleet. [color=fff79a][i]'That dishonorable cur won't have his wish come true.'[/i][/color] It was with a serious gaze that Charles flicked on the communications again, first towards Ortega.

[color=fff79a][b]"Affirmative, Ortega. You are to surrender to these pilots and do as they say, I shall see about providing you with an extraction point. Can you confirm the presence of gundam frames? Over." [/b][/color]The major asked before flicking over towards the other channel to call Martin's frequency.

[color=fff79a][b]"This is Le Greif. I read you loud and clear, Martin En-Issue. I shall rendezvous with you. Proceed towards Debris Zone Delta-066 with your allies, your hostage and your equipment, that will be your extraction point. I shall cripple your pursuers in the meantime. Upon reaching the zone, use frequency 07-6741149 to contact my allies there. They will provide you with the repairs and supplies you need. Over."[/b][/color] Charles spoke in a manner that conveyed that he indeed planned to provide them with support.

[color=fff79a][i]'To resist this immense temptation is a strength too. I wouldn't want to fight something unless it is in the best shape it could be in. It would make victory such a cheap thing. I am not Rustal Elion. I don't hide behind a dishonorable weapon. Nor am I that arrogant fool Fareed who believed he could betray the world without being betrayed himself. True strength lies not fully in a machine, but the pilot and keeping his principles. No matter what ending it will be...'[/i][/color] The major thought to himself as the enemy ship began to bombard the old ship which the gundam frames no doubt were within. Charles decided to quickly fly his machine behind the old ship for cover.

[color=fff79a][b]"To think they would open fire on their own warriors, a king without his army is no king at all, just a despot ready for the gulliotine. I shall cripple you, then I will let Martin and his associates capture you. Then I will pry you open like the very treasure chests you've been looking for all this time. See just what kind of things you know. No doubt the former space rats would want some vengeance aswell. Though feelings like those can be blinding..."[/b][/color] Charles mused to himself as he was about to engage his thrusters again to make his move against the enemy ship, however something caught his eye. Floating in the middle of space attached to some wires close to the ship was a machine, it's core had been impaled by long metallic looking spears. The major looked it over in a baffled expression.

[color=fff79a][b]"Dainsleif."[/b][/color] He said as he looked over the pale-yellow machine, it looked unlike anything else he had ever laid his eyes on. What manner of thing was that? That's when he noticed it's head.  A cold shiver went up his spine as he realized what it were, it was floating close to the old bridge of the ship. Had it tried to protect the ship? Or bring it down? He couldn't tell. But what he could tell was what it was.

[color=fff79a][b]"Gundam..."[/b][/color] Charles said in disbelief as the large ship was taking hits from the approaching enemy ship.

[color=fff79a][b]"Tch. A wolf chasing a hart cannot chase too well after it's leg is hurt, nor can it escape..."[/b][/color] The blonde major said to himself as he pushed his thrusters at full and dashed out from behind the ship, darting from debris to debris in his pathway to approach the enemy ship.

[color=fff79a][i]'I'll cripple your thrusters and then you can neither pursue nor escape. A fitting mission for the En-Issue heir, to see his resolve and how a gundam would fare in battle.'[/i][/color] Charles thought as he felt the force of the thrusters pushing him back in his seat, his highly modified Geirail was such a fierce and angry thing.