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@ArmorPlated @KaiserElectric @glwgameplayer @Jarl Coolgruuf

Hearing Scott’s words, Laika relaxed, leaning back into her padded cockpit seat and allowing her grip to loosen on the controls. Though the stranger could have been lying, Laika knew that wasn’t the case. There was a rawness, an intensity and passion to the man’s words that made it clear he wasn’t simply repeating what he thought others wanted to hear. Laika wasn’t sure how she knew that, as the tone of the man’s words wasn’t enough to convey that. She just...felt it.

And Laika had learned that was enough most of the time.

Seeing no more enemies and recognizing the man’s point about scavenging, Laika followed suit. A pair of 120mm Lewin machineguns and four extra drums of ammunition were pulled from the broken, sparking husks of the Tommies and Redcoats they had finished off. Slapping the stolen weapons onto the spare hardpoints of her Scutson, Laika stomped her way back into the hanger. There she could see that they had slaughtered the enemy just as thoroughly inside the hanger as they had out.

“They’re all dead Captain, and Crusher brought someone with him!” Laika announced over the radio, just as Cathrida’s Turncoat began to make its way down into the recessed ‘pit’ of the hanger where various ships sat.

The black and red mobile suit turned, glancing over its shoulder at the thoroughly customized COOL-Te that had entered. Hearing the man’s question over the communication channel left Cathrida abuzz with curiosity. Already she could feel her bad mood beginning to leave her, seeing the omens of fortune she was once so used to seeing...

“Oh? You brought a friend, Crusher? Normally I’m not fond of the ‘plus one rule’ when it comes to outings like this, but right now I’m willing to accept just about anyone.”

Cathrida’s mobile suit turned its head back to the ships, its ballistic cap shifting as it walked. The pirate mobile suit stopped beside one of the mining ships, running a manipulator along the battered, orange painted hull.

“Dannie is correct, stranger. As much as I enjoy causing problems for Zern, taking over this hangar was just a means to an end. However I assure you the ship we’re taking from this place is merely a temporary one. If I’m really going to throw in with this little revolution of yours, I’m going to do so with everything I have left.”

The mining ship was long and though faint, lines were visible in intervals along the hull, signifying the existence of several doors built into its sides.

“Normally I don’t like saying anything I don’t need too, but since you’ve all made it this far I don’t see any harm in being up front this time.”

Cathrida walked her mobile suit along the length of the hull as she continued to speak.

“A couple of years ago, back when everyone didn’t think I was dead, I had something hidden on the surface of Venus. Normally you don’t want to put something down there unless you want it to melt away or be eaten by the acidic atmosphere. However back when Zern feared my name, I paid some ‘associates’ to build a base for me on the surface. But like most pirates my financial situation took a turn for the worse and the base was never finished.”

The Turncoat stopped suddenly, hand placed against a seemingly innocuous part of the ship's hull. In a single swift motion, the Turncoat pulled its arm back and plunged it into the hull. The shriek of collapsing metal briefly filled the hanger as the Turncoat pulled out a slew of cables the same way a butcher would pull the guts from a slaughtered animal.

“In other words…”

With a squeeze of one of its fingers, Cathrida’s mobile suit cut one of the wires. One by one the doors of the mining ship fell open, revealing scaffolding where mobile suits and workers were meant to dock.

In that same moment the massive doors to the hanger shuddered and began to slide open. The air in the hanger began to spin and roil as the atmosphere of the habitat began to slowly vent into space. With its cape flapping wildly in the ‘wind’, Cathrida’s Turncoat turned to face the others.

“We’re going to get my ship. The Isandlwana.”






Loading everyone onto the mining transport, Cathrida descended from Habitat 34 down into the Venusian atmosphere. Since the creation of the habitats nearly 500 years ago, the massive floating hexagons had lowered the surface temperature of the planet by blocking out sunlight. The syphoning of gasses for industrial refinement and work had also lowered the previous crushing pressure of the planet. As such the surface of the planet was more ‘hospitable’ then it had been centuries prior...but was still one of the most dangerous places in the solar system.

Which made the idea of something, anything, being hidden safely on the surface of the planet either complete madness...or a stroke of genius. On the surface of Venus everything was tinged with some shade of yellow or orange. Visibility was bad, landmarks were few, and there were few if any safe places. Active volcanoes, lava flows, and ‘ravines’ where the gases were particularly thick and potent were just a few of the common dangers to be found on Venus.

Yet as Cathrida rode the ship down through the atmosphere and set in a flight path, she seemed to know exactly where she needed to go. What should have taken days, weeks to find was instead arrived at in a little over an hour. The former pirate captain deployed the landing gear and set the ship down at the entrance to a canyon of sorts, where towers of brittle black and yellow stone towered into the orange hued sky as acidic winds blew around it in a near constant storm.

Taking to her mobile suit Cathrida led Laika, Dannie, Johanna, Scott, and Denzel out of the ship in their own suits. After a few minutes of navigating the narrows she eventually led them to a wide open area surrounded by cliffs, and natural archways of acid eaten rock. There in the middle of the open area was a square building made of plasteel sank deep, deep into the rock.

Built into the top of the bunker-like building was a hanger door, seemingly installed for the vertical launching of ships. A front entrance protruded from the building like a tumor, with a recessed overhang to shield it from the element. Bringing everyone to the door, Cathrida managed to get it opened quickly, and led them onto a massive elevator big enough to support mobile suits. As soon as the doors shut there was a noticeable temperature drop as they descended down into the guts of the building.

As they rode down, the building seemed to wake up around them, lights and machines below them beginning to power on. By the time they reached the bottom the lights built into the ceiling began to come on. Row by row they illuminated the massive hanger, eventually revealing an elegant red ship still resting in repair scaffolding.



“This is the ship I used to terrorize Zern all those years ago.The Isandlwana!” Cathrida announced to the group, throwing the arms of her mobile suit up as the ship was revealed in all its glory.

After the building was properly pressurized and filled with breathable air, Cathrida took the time to look over the ship with Laika seeing what supplies were left in the building.

It wasn't long before Cathrida returned, her expression grave.

“Normally I revel in being right, but this is one of those times where I wish I was wrong.”

Laika was in the midst of a small break, stuffing a protein bar into her mouth as she sat in the hand of her mobile suit. She blinked in confusion at Cathrida, but knew something was wrong.

"Is something wrong with the ship, Captain?"

“Remember when I asked about your ‘uncle’ Laika? Well on top of watching after you, I left him in charge of refitting my ship for my eventual return. He was taking trips down here every now and then to work on it in secret. And in his defense he got just about everything done before he got himself killed...Everything besides finishing the engines. In this state I can’t launch the ship.”

“Well that’s not a problem, we can take all the time in the world finish them, right Captain?”

Cathrida shook her head, her eye narrowing.

“That’s exactly the problem, we don't have all the time in the world. Zern's likely to find this place the same way I did. Chances are...they're already on their way here.


@vietmyke@veenknight343@Yukitamas@Crusader Lord@Caduceus@Golden Spiral

Hours had passed since the incident at the Annona Colony, but the shock hadn’t worn off. Though the damage was minimal compared to what it could have been, many of the soldiers present at the attack were still left shaken. The Princesses were unharmed as were all of the nobles and the important military brass attending their arrival. However countless civilians, men, women, and children, were killed in the explosion or sucked out into the cold vacuum of space to die an agonizing death. Many of whom were the friends or loved ones of the Martian soldiers stationed aboard around Venus.

When the initial rescue and repair work was finished, the Zern Military lurched into action. Reinforcements and reserves were deployed from Space Fortress Gaspra around Venus, being sent to the more ‘troublesome’ habitats where the attack was believed to have originated from. News of the incident had already begun to spread, riling the population and making the higher ups desperate for somewhere to place the blame.

Then the report of the destroyed ships finally arrived.

An unknown mobile suit in black and red sank a Zern vessel effortlessly along with its accompanying mobile suits. Despite happening before the attack on the colony, the incident was buried in the resulting confusion. However soon after news came in of a raid on a hanger in Habitat 34 and not longer after that the captain of a cargo vessel was interrogated and found to be responsible for ferrying the culprit of both incidents.

But what finally brought the situation to the higher ups of Zern was the captain’s description of the woman he brought to Venus. Her description matched very closely with the person who, years before, had nearly killed the Emperor.

Then a signal was discovered by Princess Assallia’s bodyguard, The Wyvern.

A ‘quantum beacon’, capable of being detected from tremendous distances even under the interference of Wilberforce particles. It was an advanced piece of technology whose signal was very difficult to detect without knowing the frequency. But The Wyvern knew the signal. It was the same one used by pirates during the Rise of Piracy years prior.

It was the same signal used by ‘her’.

Cathrida Hilda Stoker.

The Butcher of Banzing.

The military leaders of the forces of Zern around Venus acted quickly. A mix of fear, anger, and a desire for retaliation drove them to assemble a strike force to hunt down and kill who they believed with absolute certainty had planned the attack on Annona.

The H.M.S Nyx and other ships stationed at Annona were selected for the mission along with many troops stationed aboard Annona or recently arrived from Mars.

The Strikeforce’s orders were simple: Follow the Quantum Beacon’s signal, locate the ones responsible, and kill them all in the name of the Emperor.

Having left the Annona colony as soon as possible, the H.M.S Nyx and the other ships accompanying it began to enter the Venusian atmosphere, on a descent course for where the Quantum Beacon had been transmitting from...

@vietmyke@veenknight343@Yukitamas@Crusader Lord@Caduceus@Golden Spiral



Sweat poured down Samantha's face as she struggled for breath, continuing to outpace her pursuers as she made a beeline for the opened maintenance tunnel in the side of the colony cylinder. She continued to push the limits of her slap-dash mobile weapon's engines, even as the intense G-forces pushed her back into her seat and began to make her feel light headed. Tracers ripped by her as the pursuing Tommy's pushed their own mobile suit thrusters to the point of overload, firing everything they had in an effort to stop her from reaching her goal.

Yet at the back of Samantha's mind she knew they wouldn't succeed. She had avoided death so far, there was no reason it would take her before she could accomplish her goal. Inside the cockpit of the Swansong she smiled, an almost alien sense of happiness filling her and pushing out the fear the swelled in her stomach. For the first time since her father had been taken from her she was alive. A sense of purpose, a drunken sort of power high filled her head. Samantha could already envision it. Smashing through the other end of the maintenance tunnel, flying through the colony, crashing into the hanger bay where all the fat nobles and the so called 'royal's waited, and blowing up.

Just the mere idea of killing the people responsible for the ugly, corrupt world that had taken away her father delighted Samantha to now end. Deep down the idea of dying may have still scared her but knowing what she could accomplish by dying made her more then ready to make the ultimate sacrifice.

As she neared the maintenance tunnel entrance she saw something fly by out of the corner of her eye. Slamming on the controls Samantha attempted to quickly reverse her thrust and slow down. Mere moments later a bright light flashed in front of her as Ayame's grenade exploded in front of the maintenance tunnel, detonating in the spot where she could have been if she hadn't made an attempt to slow down. Flying through the heat and light, Samantha blindly flew towards the tunnel and laughed out over the communication channel.

"That won't work! None of it will! I'm going to kill your precious princesses and drag them into the afterlife with me. And you can all go straight to-"

As Samantha breached the obscuring smoke of Ayame's grenade she saw the mouth of the tunnel.

And the mobile suit perched directly above it.

Before Samantha could properly acknowledge it she flew straight into Galahad's spray of gunfire. 60mm and 90mm rounds through through the Swansong like steel rain, punching clean through the hull and internals before flying out th other side. Samantha's canopy cockpit shattered, glass and shrapnel piercing her body like a pincushion as her machine continued its forward movement. In an instant Samantha had passed through Galahad's gunfire, but that instant was more then enough to ruin everything.

Flying into the darkness of the tunnel Samantha felt the Swansong shake all around her, blinded and disoriented by the horrific pains piercing her body. Oxygen was rapidly leaving her normal suit with only the shattered helmet visor keeping her conscious. Blood poured down the front of her as she struggled to keep hold of the controls. Though she couldn't see it the Swansong was barely holding together, smoke and sparks erupting from the dozens of holes across its body and where one of its legs and bladed limbs had been.

"N-no. N-not yet! I-I'm so close! I'm so CLOSE!"

Blood urged up from her throat, running out of her mouth as the Swansong wavered in the tunnel, bumping into the tunnel walls and through sparks off as it ground against them. With her vision distorting Samantha dug her finger into the firing trigger of her control stick, spraying the Swansong's remaining bolt gun into the darkness. Small holes appeared in the darkness in front of her, beams of light shining through.

Samantha fought the pain and tried to keep the Swansong headed to the light, crashing through the other side of the maintenance tunnel.

In an instant the darkness was gone and there was light all around her. Below and above her were houses, roads, trees, and small pounds. Colors so bright and alien that Samantha couldn't tell what was going on.

Off in the distance she could see the large, primary hanger entrance to the entire colony where the Princesses and nobles were gathered.

However the hanger wasn't getting any closer.

Samantha found herself being pulled down, faster and faster. She pulled at the controls but nothing happened. Blood rushing out of her she looked to the side and saw the Swansongs wings were gone.

The world became a blur of color and movement as Samantha's Swansong spiraled out of control, smoke and flames erupting from its riddled hull. Inside the remnants of her cockpit Samantha grit her teeth, trying to pull herself out of the violent death spiral as the ground below her raced towards her. Tears filled her eyes as she began to lose consciousness. Eventually she let go of the controls and went completely limp.

"Daddy...I'm sorry."

The Swansong smashed into the ground and exploded.


Outside of the colony the Zern troops would be greeted to a bright light as a small circular section of the colony cylinder exploded outwards. Smashed buildings, broken asphalt, and people thrown into the cold vacuum of space as air began to quickly escape the colony. The shooting stopped and several Tommy's froze in place, the pilots staring in horror as they recognized some of the house wreckage that escaped into the cold blackness of space. Though no sound traveled in space the silence audible in that brief moment grasped the insides of the Zern troops that saw it.

"What are you all doing!" A voice suddenly cried over the radio. "Move towards the hole, rescue anyone you can before they die from decompression! Get the emergency sealant systems online, move the emergency response teams to the hole! Everyone move, move, MOVE!"

Tommy's that had been chasing the enemy moments before threw their rifles aside and fired their thrusters full throttled towards the hole. Some pilots cried out names as fear and desperation broke through their training and composure...





The entire colony shook violently as a distant, rumbling sound reached the hanger. Inside nobles, guests, and soldiers alike struggled to keep their footing as the ground shook beneath them. Lycoris almost found herself thrown to the floor, only to be grabbed and kept standing by Asalia whose face blanched at the noise. The previously orderly and elegant crowd of people around them suddenly became noisy, fear and confusion visible in their eyes and audible in their voices.

"Everything is under control!" One high-ranking member of Princess Asalia's royal guard regiment shouted moments after a soldier had given them the news. "There has been a small incident aboard the colony the wall has been breached, however we have repair crews working on it as we speak. So please remain calm. We will be postponing the parade for a later date and-"

"Don't lie to us!" One noble shouted from the crowd, throwing his fist into the air.

"Yeah we're not stupid! Someone is trying to attack the colony, aren't they?" Another shouted.

"Please!" A hysterical woman cried. "What part of the colony was damaged? My children are waiting to meet me somewhere, I have to know if they're alright!"

The entire crowd began to writhe as panic and anger stirred them. Previously stiff, almost sleepy guards erupted from their straight stances, rifles and batons at the ready to keep the crowd back.

Lycoris clung to Asalia tightly as the Princess stared out at the crowd and listened. Moments before there had been cordial smiles and an air of civil restraint. Yet now she could hear the voices, the real feelings of those that surrounded her. She clutched the paper she had written her speech on, the one announcing the importance of peaceful discussion and compromise with the Venusians, and held it to her chest as the voices around her grew louder.

"Who attacked us?"

"Pirates?"

"No, it had to be those filthy Venusians! They bombed the colony!"

"No, they were trying to kill us. Trying to Kill the Princesses!"

"Those degenerate gas breathers! I'll make them pay, even if I have to do it myself!"

"I thought we were putting too much money into the military, but its clear we simply aren't spending enough. Do I have to give up my own money to ensure those filthy mongrels aren't killing us!?"

"Oh god my home. My family! Why the hell would anyone do something like this?"


Asalia looked down at the sheet of paper in her hands and crushed it.

"Princess Asalia?" Lycoris asked, noticing the seemingly blank look on Asalia's face as she discarded the paper to the floor and crushed it flat beneath one of her heels.

"Hmm?" Asalia looked to Lycoris, a cold expression on her face as she glanced at her 'pupil'.

"Is everything alright?" Lycoris asked, her voice shaking somewhat.

"No. But we're not in any danger if that's what you're concerned about." She replied in a dead, almost monotone voice.

"I-I meant if you were alright, Princess." Lycoris asked and Asalia only stared.

"Oh. I'm fine. I just realized I wasted my time on something. That's all. You should head back aboard the ship and get changed. There won't be any parade, or speech for that matter, today." Asalia began to walk away, her guards sticking close as the crowd around her continued to panic.

"What are you going to do?" Lycoris asked, watching as Asalia glanced back, her eyes dead.

"Nothing. I'm just going to have a talk with my bodyguard..."


@ArmorPlated@KaiserElectric@glwgameplayer@Jarl Coolgruuf


"I almost took you for a coward, Crusher. Try not to be late again though. I'm not the kind of woman who handles disappointment gracefully." Cathrida half-joked, half-threatened over the comm line as her Turncoat bolted towards the opened western hanger door. Raising her double barreled MAG Shotgun, Cathrida took aim as the Redcoats stepped into the hanger spraying 120mm rounds. A sharp electric whine filled the air before she pulled the trigger, arcs of electricity jumping from the barrel as a high caliber slug was launched with a deafening crack.

The slug smashed clean through the leftmost Redcoat's chest, punching through to its backpack and igniting the fueled stored inside of it. As the Redcoat exploded, throwing the other Redcoat and the lead Tommy backwards, Cathrida fired her Turncoat's thrusters and flew through the explosion. The reeling Redcoat was briefly able to look up to see a black and red figure roaring through the fire and smoke before it was smashed backwards into the wall. Pinning the Redcoat to the wall Cathrida pressed the barrel of her shotgun up against its chest, ready to pull the trigger, when the Tommy rushed at her from the side and swung its saber at her.

Swinging upwards, Cathrida casually blocked the swing of the sword with her Turncoat's cutlass, her red-visored mobile suit glancing sideways as it did so.

"What the hell do you think you're going to accomplish here!?" The Tommy pilot yelled, keeping his blade clashed with Cathrida as the Redcoat's cockpit snapped open and the pilot leaped out.

"I have no desire or patience to explain anything to a worthless little tin soldier." Cathrida spat, suddenly dropping her blade away and jerking her Turncoat's knee forward.

The Tommy lost its balance and was kneed in the chest, knocking it backwards and giving Cathrida some space.

"Wait. That voice. You're-!"

"Die."

Cathrida raised her shotgun, another sharp electric whine filling the air. Hearing the noise the Tommy tried to move backwards and maneuver, but the tunnel outside of the hanger was too narrow. With a press of a trigger Cathrida's MAG Shotgun fired again, this time unleashing a thick spray of pellets. The wall of super sonic shrapnel smashed into the Tommy, tearing holes in it from head to toe and rending the cockpit into a twisted coffin of shrapnel. As the Tommy exploded, throwing out more heat and fire, Cathrida looked back to see the fleeing Redcoat pilot was nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it..." She cursed before walking through the flames back into the hanger.

"Counter sniper fire! WE NEED COUNTER SNIPER FIRE!" One of the remaining Tommy's out front of the hanger cried as their team leader crashed to the ground, a hole clean through their cockpit. Looking back however through the haze of smoke and airborn debris thrown up by Scott's grenade, they saw the building their sniper had been perched on was reduced to a pile of rubble with their comrade's machine laying amidst the bricks with their cockpit smashed in. Quickly righting themselves as fast as they could the two Tommy's fired their thrusters, boosting and breaking line of sight from the hanger door.

Leaping from the light debris cloud the two Tommy's spotted Scott's customized COOL-Te. Raising their bullpups the two Zern troopers flicked their their folding Bayonets and began to charge

"You bastards will pay for-!"

Just as one of the Tommy's began to fire on Scott however something bright orange burst from the settling smoke cloud behind them. SMG in one hand and axe in the other, Laika's Scutson skated across the ground on its hover thrusters and charged shoulder shield first into one of the Tommy's backs. The attacking mobile suit was thrown forward, crashing chest first into the ground. Just as the other Tommy spun to face her however Laika fired the Scuton's shoulder thrusters, bolting sideways and making a low one-handed swing with her axe.

Her blade smashed into the Tommy's knee, the cutting edge and the momentum pushing it through the joint and severing the Tommy's right leg completely. Firing wildy the Tommy's rounds tore through several surrounding buildings before dropping its gun and throwing out its hands to catch itself. As it tried to push itself up however, Laika moved in and pressed the barrel of her SMG up against the cockpit before squeezing the trigger. 75mm rounds screamed from the barrel, the first few deflecting off the armor of the Tommy before indenting and punching clean through it into the cockpit.

As soon as the Tommy dropped, smoke bellowing from its cockpit, Laika boosted over to the remaining downed Tommy and delivered a swift kick to its side. The force of the impact flipped the Tommy onto its back, rousing the stunned cockpit inside and prompting him to shout over the radio.

"Wait! I surrender! I SURRENDER!"

Laika however didn't so much as pause as she raised her Scutson's axe overhead and brought it straight down on the Tommy, crushing the cockpit inward with its bladed bit.

Placing her Scuton's foot against the Tommy's chest, Laika pulled back on her axe and ripped it from the cockpit with a visible spray of blood and oil as she did so. As the last Tommy slumped over on the ground the area around them fell silent, the sounds of battle dying with the last of the enemies.

Laika didn't drop her guard, continuing to listen and 'feel' her surroundings. Yet it was clear that there weren't anymore hostiles in the area. Inside her she felt a twinge of disappointment. She felt unfilled, like only getting to eat a bite of a sweet cake instead of a proper piece, or the whole thing. As she began to turned to move her Scutson back to the hanger, Laika caught sight of Scott's COOL-Te and raised her SMG. She was ready to fire before she noticed what weapons the customized mobile suit was carrying.

"Wait, were you the one that threw that grenade?" Laika asked over the comms, lowering her SMG towards the ground. "I was able to attack those two from behind because of that. Does that mean you're on our side?"

@ArmorPlatedScott and the Faust COOL-Te are accepted!
@Phoenix347Just looked over the revisions you made to Alice. You did a great job on improving things. Alice's background feels more lively and fleshed out, as does her overall role in things. Alice is ACCEPTED! Feel free to post her in the character section now.



@Jarl Coolgruuf@KaiserElectric@glwgameplayer

"Silence is the best music before battle. If you have time to joke and play the part of the DJ, then you have time to open the hanger bay doors." Cathrida snapped, audibly growling over the communication channel as she turned the head of her Turncoat and glancing backwards over her shoulder.

The crimson red sensor running down the face of her machine like a glowing scar seemed to pulsed irritably as Cathrida looked back into the rear of the hanger. There should could see Johanna's rabbit-themed mobile suit standing, far enough away from all the interior entrances that she was hard to hit but close enough that she could still provide cover fire with her sniper rifle. Behind here the massive dull red hanger door loomed like the battered gate of some ancient Earth castle. It took up most of what would be considered the north-most wall.

Cathrida knew from experience that the hanger doors on Venusian habitats were reinforced, often thicker and stronger then the actual walls of the habitat themselves. It was less suicidal to try and crash through the walls of the habitat then to even consider busting through the hanger doors with a flimsy mining ship.

"Access the control tower and depressurize the hanger. I can handle taking control over a ship myself when the time comes, but it won't matter if the doors aren't opened by then. If you really want to show your worth then keep the interior doors from closing and disable the pressure seals. Unless that's simply too much to handle little rabbit." Cathrida goaded over the comm, turning her mobile suit back to face the western entrance to the hanger.

By the front door, Laika's Scutson remained hidden off to the side of the doorway. Pressed up against the wall with her weapons at the ready the mono-eye of her mobile suit swiveled back and forth before eventually fixing on Cathrida's Turncoat.

"If the inner doors are closed then the Zern won't be able to come at us right away." Laika commented, her excitement giving way to impatience as she tightly gripped her controls.

"Exactly. And we wouldn't want to leave before 'thanking' the wonderful men in uniform here, now would we? Laika, stick to the main door, I'll handle the western door. And Dannie...you just have fun."

Inside her cockpit Laika was struck with a strange feeling. A tingle went up her back and she felt something. A series of small, closing pressures like a small vice tightening around her head.

"They're--They're coming. Get ready!" Laika called


"Unit 1 report in!"

"We're in position outside the western door sir, ready to breach."

"Unit 2 report in!"

"We're outside the eastern door, what the hell are we waiting for?"

Two teams of three mobile suits, four ZIMS-01 Redcoats and two ZIMS-02 Tommy's acting as team leaders. All armed with Lewin Machineguns. They stood and waited in the large halls to the sides of the hanger, just behind the heavy closed doors.

"Unit 3 report in!"

"We're outside the front entrance and ready to approach under cover of sniper fire. No visual confirmation on the enemy yet."

Three ZIMS-02 Tommys, armed with proper 90mm Heckler Bullpups stood with weapons raised down the road from the hanger. Their aim was set on the open doorway and they vigilantly watched for any sign of movement. One Tommy had perched itself on a nearby building and taken aim at the doorway with a Screwdriver Mag rifle.

"Roger that, but don't let your guard down. We don't have exact confirmation of the enemies numbers but we can't afford to careless. Members of the Royal Family have just arrived at Venus. If we allow these deviants to do any significant harm we will look like incompetent fools! Teams 1 and 2 are to breach the doors and deploy smoke bombs. Team 3 you are to charge in and attack as soon as you see the smoke. Surround them and kill them. For the longevity of mankind under the Zern Empire!"

"LONG LIVE THE ZERN EMPIRE!"

With that the units moved.

The eastern and western doors of the hanger snapped open just far enough to let the Tommy's lob grenades. The heavy, car sized munitions bounced across the floor before exploding into a thick white mist that began to fill the front of the hanger. As soon as the thick smoke was in the air the first and second units breached their doors which slid open with sharp phumatic hisses as they barreled through with guns raised and already firing.

Outside of the hanger the third unit charge, the ground shaking as all three Tommys sprinted with bullpups raised and bayonets deployed as they attempted to run straight through the front doors of the hanger.

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