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Mobile Suit Gundam: Return of War.

Sorry for no post, been busy with a funeral. I'll try to get something up by the end of Sunday.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

@Weird Tales I did say that i'm still here.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

I didn't read, specifically because I don't know the events in characters. Also, still here.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Return of War.

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.

"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.

Greg's Parents

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 solid gold pendant 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 older woman 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. "Make people wish they had died, well, there's an argument there..." 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 Large suit 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.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Return of War.

@Keyblade87 Nah, your post was fine, again, the post i'm working on has him addressing the fact that Wing Zero's Neo-Bird-mode's lower profile can get it through area's impassible to other suits.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Return of War.

@Keyblade87@Lotrix Molick

Alright, so it appears i didn't make myself terribly clear with the situation. I apologize.



The Administration block is located in that big dome at the end of the colony. The insides of which are long, winding corridors and maintainance shafts. Mainly designed for only goods vehicles to get through, with a few being larger to accommodate maintenance mobile suits. There is barely enough space to maneuver through these tunnels, which is why Crimson stayed behind to guard his Geara-Doga suits by himself. because in these kinds of conditions, where the corridors are barely wide enough to fit 2 mobile suits side-by-side and not enough ceiling clearance to get over him, numbers mean nothing.

I specifically put in that the only real entrance to the area was currently being guarded by @CaptainSully so that maybe we could get some interaction that isn't just everyone piling on Crimson, as which seems to have happened. I was going to post about how Wing Zero's Neo-Bird mode could fit through some of the tighter spaces due to its lower profile.

Sorry if this seems like i'm ranting, but it's the difference between Crimson being a good commander and being an idiot with a mask and you can't really establish a villain by having him start with being defeated effortlessly by the PC's. I was planning on him getting this win to take over the colony (As is tradition in UC Gundam with the first part being the loss of the MC's home.)

Mobile Suit Gundam: Return of War.

@CaptainSully

Ben 10K - Alien Force

So... This thing still happening?

Mobile Suit Gundam: Return of War.

Greg heard the response from Lin. "I mean, she's right, but she didn't have to say it like that." He sighed. This day was turning out to be thoroughly awful. War had finally come to Advent, Martan was probably dead, he had come close to soiling himself on no less than 3 seperate occasions today... And yet, something was making him feel comfortable. Feel right... Like... He looked down at his hands. "Like i was born to do this..." He breathed.

He looked to the Einsamkeit as it blasted towards the end of the colony where the Admin blocks were. The problem that she would find is that this was by no means a military instilation. The administration blocks were located in the heavily shielded front part of the colony, not in the sealed, open-air environment of the inner colony. As such, there was only 1 real entrance and exit to the admin levels large enough for a ship or a Mobile Suit and most of the enemy forces were now moving to secure it. He looked around to see the forces from the Excalibur, the Federation warship that had landed a few days ago using the Military dock in Sector 75, moving towards the entrance as well... At that point, he saw the Gelgoog bellow him moving towards some of the Civilian sectors. "Dammit, if he gets in, he'll probabaly kill someone..." He grunted. It was time for him to nut-up or shut-up. He pulled the handle above his head to make Zeta reassume suit form, the suit then fell towards the ground, a puff of the thrusters cushioning the landing as he came down ahead of it. He pressed a button that released the beam-saber, the suit responded, the saber popping from the sleeve and into Greg's hand. "Hey, back away from the Civilian Quarters..." He ordered as the saber ignited. He was now shaking, he had no idea how he knew how to operate Zeta, but again, it all just felt natural. Like as he sat there in the chair, Zeta had become an extension of his own body and soul. The Gelgoog reached for it's own twin-saber, igniting both ends of it and slowly backing away. "Good, now, maybe you can get out of that thing and nobody else dies today."

"Wait, you're just some kid..." The Gelgoog responded, now adopting a more aggressive stance. "Look, moron, we're fighting for your freedom too. You're a Spacenoid, we're on the same side." He boosted forwards and clashed their sabers a few times, Greg easily deflecting the blows with his own saber, much to the shock of the Zeon pilot.

"I'm not on your side, just because i was born in space!" He yelled, pushing the Gelgoog back and forcing it to lose its footing a little, before stabilizing itself. "This is my home and you people killed my friend getting those suits. Now get out of it before I kill you. I may be a kid, but i've handled suits like this before." He lied "And your suit is substantially more out of date than mine." He wasn't wrong and the Zeon pilot knew it. He moved back a step. "Get out of the suit. The museum would like it back in one piece." He ordered, before boosting towards him, making them clash another 3 or 4 times, the sounds of Beam-Saber combat echoing through the sectors nearby. The Gelgoogs pilot knew he wasn't getting away from this, the Zeta was a lot faster and maneuverable. But, he had something on his side. He slowly started to step into one of the streets where people were still fleeing to the evacuation shelters. Greg knew if they faught there then people would be killed.

"Alright, kid, keep the suit. But i'm keeping mine. Like you said, no need for either of us to die today." He grunted. The Gelgoog then blasted off down the street, making sure to avoid actively hurting the civilians, but at the same time, keeping low to the ground so that the Zeta couldn't try to engage him. Greg sighed.

"Mom, Dad..." He turned and the Zeta took off into the air, heading for his home.

---Admin-Levels---

Advent Colony wasn't a military instilation, as such, it's defenses were almost completely ineffective. Maybe a few turrets that the well armoured Geara-Doga's just punched through with minimal effort. The NuSazabi walked with the Doga's, it's funnels scouting ahead of them. "Alright, we'll be at the end of the transportation lanes soon, from there, we'll have to proceed on foot." As they reached the end of the corridor, the Geara-Doga's stopped and stood firmly for a few moments. After a minute of standing motionless, the pilots came out with rifles and shock-armour, rappelling down and onto foot. Crimson watched them. "You go, men, i'll protect the suits and cover an escape, should it be necessary." He said. All he saw was his men place an explosive charge on the door leading to the elevators to the administration level. It exploded, then the men fired several warning shots inside, before storming in. Crimson saw an old mobile suit communications panel next to them. He raised the finger of the suit, which pushed inside of it, he then quickly made his way into the colony's comms systems. All over the colony, everyone was hearing the message.

"Attention, citizens of Advent Colony. I am Crimson Hold, leader of Fukushu Zeon. It is with a heavy heart that i inform you that your lives are in danger. Not from us. My men have been given the strictest of orders to not fire upon you. As we speak, marines are heading towards the administrator's office, to bring our take over of this colony to a speedy close. The danger is coming in the form of Federation Mobile Suits that will not accept loss as an alternative and are willing to sacrifice as many of your lives as they deem necessary to keep control of your home. That is why i am issuing, what i believe you will agree to be, a fair agreement. Federation Forces, cease all hostilities and allow us to take control of Advent. If you do, i will allow a 12 hour period for you to gather up your equipment and belongings and move your ship out of Advent's space. You will not be harmed or molested in any way, shape or form. If you do not comply, then my men will hold their ground and you will be forced to do a considerable amount of damaged to the colony and her people in order to dislodge us. In either case, i strongly urge the people to seek shelter whilst you can, the Federation aren't exactly known for their value of Spacenoid life. Are they, Doctor Cassidy?"

Crimson Hold

Crimson knew he shouldn't have said that last part, but damn if it didn't feel good. Putting the fear of god into a woman that spent a considerable amount of her life putting the fear of god into innocent people. And now, he waited for their response.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Return of War.

I really wasn't liking how little i changed "NuSazabi" from the regular one so i overhauled it, giving it a number of the key features of Sinanju.