Mobile Suit Gundam: Transversal Alliance Part Three

==Mobile Suit Gundam: Transversal Aliance Part Three ==

===Seven: The Little Grey ===

''0900 Corona Century ''

''Shortly After Operation: Helping Hand ''

Aboard the Little Grey

Bereh Ronah switched on the visual comm to answer a call from the commander of the UESF, Admiral Garm. With a salute, the middle-aged man began with "Now that the Gundams, codename G-Alliance, have completed the operation, I have contacted you to assign your ship a missin of it's own: the pursuit of the cloaked ship. Are you capable of it?". Without a pause the red haired young woman answered "Absolutely. We have a compliment of fine mobile suits, with even finer pilots. Their not Gundam class, but they're as close as they come to it. Can you give us the direction of flight, or last bearings?". The Admiral only nodded, answering with a message containing last coordinates and a flight path. Returning the nod and a salute, the Captain of the Little Grey announced the new mission to the ship, ordering all pilots to be on standby, and engines full thrust toward the trajectory of the flight path. "Ready or not, here we come.".

In the cockpit of an XM-10 Flint, a short, white haired man touches multiple buttons of his touch-screen console, setting up the suit. Outside, a young engineer calls in through the hatch "All good Mr. Susuki?". The old man, Minoru Suzuki looked up at the engineer and smiled, replying "Yep. All checked here. Go check on the kiddos.". The engineer did as he was told, and the old pilot was left to his thoughts. 'This different universe business is a bother.' he thought. 'And I'm getting too old for this. Ofcourse, poor old Umon fought til he could'nt anymore, and that was at age 73!'. At that thought Minoru chuckled. Being the elder man he was, he soon dozed off from the quiet. His dreams were filled with the faces of the crew aboard the Little Grey, all silently mouthing a word. Before he could read their lips to discern what they were trying to say, he was awoken by the ship's intercomm speaking with the Captain's voice. "Attention, the target has been spotted. All hands to their stations, pilots prepare for launch.". Shaking himself awake, the veteran pilot strapped himself in, but realized too late that he had forgotten to suit up. One by one, the other Flint units launched off of the ship's main catapult, Bataras launching from seperate portals. Minoru was forced to do without, and started up the Flint late. By the time the Blue Flash had launched, the battle had begun, with the Flints catching the enemy MS by surprise with their pilot's skills. As soon as he caught up with his fellow Vanguard aces, an Aztro, as the Captain had called them, rushed at him firing it's beam assault rifle. With a quick horizontal slash of the Beam Zanber, it became half the machine it used to be. "Back into the swing of things. How fun." said the old pilot cheerily.

''Before battle with Little Grey ''

Aboard the Harbinger

A sigh of annoyance escaped the mouth of the Harbunger's Captain as he looked upon the damaged Prophet, and empty space where the Walkurie should be. Shaking his head, he turned around to glare scornfully at the pilot of the blue MS. "I don't even need to tell you how unbelievable it is that you've failed me again. You're supposed to be this legion's champion, the scourge of the Earth forces.". The pilot simply kept his head down, holding back venemous retorts. Still glaring at him, the Captain continued "Depending on whether it is your faulty piloting skills at fault here, or a mobile suit that isn't up to date, I have two options to choose from: upgrade the Prophet, or... replace you.". At this the pilot looked up. "I'm telling you, that purple one, no, all three of the crested machines are more powerful than any other mobile suit there is. It can't be their pilots.". After a pause, the Captain turned back around and opened a comm. "Send up the chief engineer, I need to consult with him. Also, send the blueprint for the Walkurie to the corps, have it mass produced.". Closing the link, he spoke to the pilot without turning "I will give you the benefit of the doubt this last time. If you fail again, you will be disposed of, and replaced. Understood?". "Yes sir." said the pilot, who turned to leave. 'Understood, you impudent pig.'.

"Grr, you.." grunted Yona, one of the Flint pilots, as she pushed a saber lock with an Aztro. Thrusting the Flint's knee up to kick it back, she went for the kill with a stab through the cockpit. A flash rocked her MS from behind as the Anti-Beam cloak deflected a shot from another Aztro. Eyes flashing, she spun around and caught the suit's head with a crushing swing of her beam rifle, then punched through it with the Brand Marker. "K.O!" laughed a voice on her comm, and she nodded the Flint's head in thanks toward another Flint, piloted by Jared. The dark skinned pilot was currently firing beam rifle shots into the squall of Aztros and Bataras, always hitting his mark. "These guys are resilient." said the blonde, female pilot to her fellow ace. "Sure are, just how many mobile suits can one ship hold? Especially of that size." he agreed. The Harbinger was only slightly bigger than a standard battleship. It could only have one or two hangars of a standard size. Yet, wave after wave came to defend it, all to be felled by the forces of the Crossbone Vanguard pirates. "Meh, it doesn't matter. Eventually they'll run out of either suits or pilots, and will have to- what the?!" said Jared, as his attention tore to a blue blur tear in and out of the mass of Host and Vanguard MS. "Is that..." began Yona, but was answered before her question finished upon realizing the blur was ripping the Batara units apart. "Hey!" yelled Jared in protest, and he began to rush in to help, but was stopped by his female comrade, who said softly "No, you wouldn't stand a chance. It's the Prophet.". A cold silence followed that last word, but was evaporated with a cheery voice over the two Flints' comms. "This looks like a job for the Blue Flash! step aside youngsters, and watch me work." said Minoru laughingly, as he shot past them and into the fray.

Though the Prophet was patchwork of repairs, it was still a highly formidable machine. This thought entered the mind of it's pilot, as he flip-kicked one of the small pirate units with the foot mounted beam blade, cleaving it in two up the middle. Though the blue MS' hand was previously severed, in it's place a hardpoint had been attached, allowing the Focus Rifle to be used as a semi-mounted weapon. This weapon now began charging up a burst shot, whilst the other hand parried a slash from one of the small suit's beam sabers. Cleaving off the unit's hand, the pilot brought the Rifle-hand around and let loose the charged shot point-blank into the disarmed suit's midsection, vaporizing it. Inside the Prophet's cockpit, the pilot laughed malevolently, saying to himself "It feels so good to be the predator again.". His merriment was short lived however, when a beam grazed the Prophet's left shoulder. Whirling around, the pilot shouted in protest and met the oncoming kick of one of the cloaked MS by catching it by the foot and tossing it overhead. The unit quickly recovered and trained it's rifle on him. With a crackle, an old man's voice drawled on his intercom "So, you're the 'blue blur' I've heard of in fearful tones from our UESF pals. Eh, you don't seem so tough.". Outraged, the pilot whipped the Focus Rifle around and fired a quick shot at the cloaked machine, but in vain as it merely strafed to the side. "Ooh, quick on the draw huh? just like all youngsters. I think it's time the Blue Flash taught you a lesson!" the old man jovially, as he rushed forward, pointing a large beam saber forward for a piercing charge. The Prophet waited just long enough for the suit to come within range, and flipped over it, kicking downward and catching it in the back as it came under. Before it could recover, the pilot rushed under it and shoulder-bashed upward, sending the pirate-like unit reeling. "Who is teaching who a lesson?" mocked the pilot, charging up a shot in the Focus and aiming for the cockpit. Laughing maniacally, he released it early and watched in triumph as it ripped through the machine like a rock through paper. "Old men shouldn't be on the battlefield, fool! you should have stayed in your rocking chair!" yelled the pilot defiantly. He was then rocked forward by an impact from behind, screaming confusedly "Huh?!". Behind him, a strange fighter with four rocket-like thrusters fired at him with nose-mounted machineguns, lapping around him. "Don't underestimate the advanced of age! The Blue Flash has a little fight left in him yet!". The fighter gave another ram, and dodged a slash from the Prophet's sai before retreating. Growling with annoyance, the pilot looked back to the battle to see both sides returning to their ships, and followed suit. "I swear I will capture that decrepid fool the next time we meet, so I can eviscrate him in person!" the pilot vowed. Unable to fight eachother any longer, the two ships headed in opposite directions.