Mobile Suit Gundam: Transversal Alliance Part Two

Four: Arrival
Date Unknown

Between Alternate Earth and Moon

The battle was already lost, it seemed. Host forces were already halfway through their advance toward the planet, having trampled through the defending fleets wave after wave. These thoughts ran through the mind of the commander of the final defense fleet of the UESF. With a sigh, he pulled his captain's hat back on after wringing it from watching the battle on monitor. Shaking his head, he whispered a small " God help us" and ordered mobilization of the MS forces. Cyklops and Pegasi shot from the cattapults of carrier ships, rushing to meet the incoming Host legion. Pegasi flew in ahead of the grunt Cyklops units, forming the points of triangular squad formations. Meanwhile, on the individual cruisers, anouncements were made for crewmen to go ahead and write farewell letters to their families. Turns were taken to do this, revolving around each crewman's shifts. Some wrote as cheerfully as they could. Some wrote with their eyes shimmering with tears. Some wrote final wills and testaments, instead of letters. The overall atmosphere over each ship was the same, bleak, while the sounds of battle erupted not far away.

Beam spam and explosions lit up the dark expanse of space, as the UESF Mobile Squads intercepted the Host. Though the Host had both numbers and more advanced suits as an advantage, the guardians of Earth had resiliance and strategy. Each triangular squad were purposefully formed as wedges, that cut right into the enemie's front line, effectively breaking apart both their first defense and their advance. Once piercing through, the squads reformed into single-file lines, firing in different dirctions within the body of the Host forces. Once the invader's recomposed themselves after the surprise, teams of Aztros formed their own wedges and tried smashing through the lines of Cyklops. However, these wedges were blown apart by an innovative tactic used in the strike teams: the middle unit of each single-file line being equipped with a bazooka. Each time the Aztros rushed in, the middle man would fire at them with this weapon, scattering them and taking out several of their units. This continued for a large part of the battle. Some casualties amounted on the defending side, but surprisingly to the UESF, they were holding ground finally. Attempt after attempt failed at breaking their squads, and the first wave was finally demolished. Reinforcements were sent in, and they began work on the second wave.

Back on the Flagship of the UESF, the Wyvrn, the commander had a growing smile of relief across his face. "We're going to make it." he sighed. Then, louder, "We're going to make it everybody!". He was responded with a cheer from the crew, which spread througout the ship. In their merriment however, they failed to hear a transmission from one of the squad leaders, a Pegasus pilot. The commander silenced the crew and asked "What was that, Squad leader 5?". A fuzzy reply came over the intercomm. "Several... down. Takin... leaders... by one. Its the... its Him.", and with that, the transmission exded. "Him?" the commander questioned. Then, with a chill creeping up his spine, he whispered "Oh no...". On the monitor, a blur of blue shot through the battle outside. Explosions blossomed at the heads of each squad that it touched, and half the squad leaders were gone in seconds. A crew member cried out " Its Him!". As chaos broke out in the bridge, the commander gripped the arm of his chair, knuckles white, and muttered "The Prophet.".

The pilot of the blue MS sighed as he decapitated another Pegasus, then stabbed it through the cockpit before zooming off again. The pink explosion illuminated the unit's features. It was tall, with thin limbs that bulged at the ends. The hands were clawed, gripping long, thin bladed weapons. The legs were like a flamingo's, with the knee reversed. Finally, the head was shaped like a teardrop, a single pink eye at the fat end. Ofcourse, none of the thing's victims had time to notice these details, as they were taken down in a heartbeat. Not bothering to use the sais on the next target, the pilot simply sprayed it with shot-cannon fire as it passed, to good effect. The pilot sighed again. He grumbled to himself "I thought when I was sent in there would be a challenge waiting for me. Again, I am disapointed.". With the leadership of the Cyklops squads gone, they finally fell to the surrounding Aztros that assaulted them. The last hope of the Earth crumpled, and despair returned to the UESF. The Host's advance continued, and the last line braced themselves, prepared to die, when suddenly a gargantuan pink beam erupted out of nowhere. It was the size of two or three battleships, and tore right into the middle of the incoming Host, decimating a third of their forces. All eyes turned to the point that the beam came from, where hovered a single MS. The pilot of the Prophet zoomed in for a better look. The unit had a "helmed" head, with a mask and what looked like a golden V on it's brow. It was colored black with blue highlights, and strange green particles seemed to be coming from it's back. With a growl, the pilot asked no one in particular "What is that thing?".

Inside the Helios, the pilots looked about in confusion. "What just happened? Where are we?" said MVT 1. Shaking her head, MVT 2 simply said "I don't know.". They then noticed the battleships surrounding them, and the huge hole in the wall of MS they had created. Raising his brow, MVT 1 quipped "I was 99% sure we were firing at a giant ELS, not mobile suits. Do you think we're in trouble?". "No, those suits don't look familiar. They aren't in the Helios' banks.". While the two pondered the situation, they were contacted by one of the ships nearby. "You are in restricted space. Who are you? Your serial is unregistered.". With a quick look at his twin, MVT 1 answered "This is Helios Gundam, and we are MVT 1 and 2. May I ask who You are?". A short pause, then "This is Admiral Garm, commander of the United Earth Space Forces. Are you friend or foe?". MVT 1 looked back to his sister. "I don't know what he's talking about, but at least he's earth. What do you think we should do?". She laced her fingers for a moment, then re-opened the comm link. "This is MVT 2. We will give you an answer when we recieve an explanation of your situation.". The comm instantly replied with "We are Earth's last line of defense against the Host, mysterious invaders who have been advancing upon our planet for almost two months now. Before you showed up, we were preparing to be overtaken.". Again the two androids paused, then the female once again opened the comm link. "Friends. We will assist.".

Admiral Garm sighed with relief and leaned back in his chair. He contacted them one last time to order "Then provide support for our squads ahead." and relaxed. To himself he thought 'Anything with that kind of firepower has to be enough to let me be a little lax'. With another thought, he turned to one of the crew at the consoles "Send them data on our units, so they don't confuse them as enemies.". Outside the bridge's windows, the strange MS shot toward the recovering Host mass in a burst of green particles. In no time it reached it's new objective, and huge pink beams began creating more holes in the waves of invaders. The commander could'nt helt but smile some as their salvation went to work, but the smile instantly turned to a confused frown upon the arrival of a strange ship among the Host. It had appeared just like the Helios, out of nowhere, and Garm grunted before ordering a comm be made with the ship.

The pilot of the Prophet once again didn't know what happened. When the new MS had disintigrated most of the forces he had tried to save, he had rushed toward it. Then, the small ship had come out of nowhere, and he had gone toward it, for with not only it's own weaponry but multiple MS lanching from it, it had seemed a bigger threat. Then, again out of nowhere another strange MS apeared in front of him, surrounded by what seemed to be moving beam rifles. As soon as the unit had noticed him, it drew a double bladed beam saber and charged at him, the weapons around it rushing at him like a swarm of angry bees, and behaving as such. The pilot didn't know what happened, and he wasn't happy. He was now in a saber lock with the suit, both his sais on seperate blades of it's beam saber. Strangely, and to his relief, the units other hand stood at it's side, unused. If that changed, the Prophet was at a disadvantage. While trying to push away his opponent, the pilot took a moment to observe it. The unit was colored purple, with black highlights and gold markings. It had an eerily simialar head to the other strange suit that appeared, and the Prophet pilot wondered if the two were part of a new line of MS developed by the UESF. If so, they could seriously damage the Host's plans.

Leonid was confused. The Windam's rifle had done nothing to the Superior, but he was suddenly in an entirely new enviroment. He was out in space, and a blue MS had rushed at him. After a saber lock, the suit fired shot-cannons at him, driving him back but not hurting the Superior due to it's VPS. It then came at him again with it's dagger-like weapons, but he stopped it dead in it's tracks with a couple of quick palm cannon blasts. The white beams cut through the unit's shoulders, disabling it's cannons and arms. "Who are you, and why are you attacking me?" he asked over the speakers. The blue MS simply stood still. Annoyed, Leonid tried again. "You look like a ZAFT suit. Why are you attacking me? I'm on your side.". Suddenly the strange suit sprouted beam sabers from it's feet and came at him again, bringing it's right foot around in a roundhouse kick. Leonid was unprepared and the Superior would have been decapitated if a stark white MS hadn't come from nowhere and blasted the blue unit's foot off. Looking at it, Leonid realized it was a Gundam, with a white cape and wielding what looked life two different kinds of beam rifle. "What is going on?" he muttered, as the two other MS charged eachother, the blue one with it's last beam blade and the other with one of it's rifles, though now it seemed to have sprouted beam blades along it's top and bottom. The foot blade clashed against one of the blades, and the suits stood in saber lock. In the Superior's pilot's thoughts, he debated on who to assist. Though he had been fighting the blue one, that didn't make it bad, and didn't make the Gundam good. 'It could all be battlefield confusion', he thought. Following his instincts, and with a growl, the ZAFT ace drew his rifle and fired at the blue suit, clipping it's back thrusters. This ruined it's balance, and sent it accidentally banking left. Recovering, it retreated. With a last look at it, he turned to the white Gundam, and opened up a comm. "So, who are you?".

"Ensign Arashi Takeda. You?" Arashi replied. The pilot answered while sheathing his Gundam's weapons "I am also an Ensign. Leonid Orlov, pilot of the Superior.". Arashi tilted his head curiously, and said "This is the Gundam F100. You from the Federation?". There was a pause, then Leonid replied "I don't know what that is. I am from ZAFT. You clearly are not. Are you Earth Alliance?". Arashi began to answer, but then recieved a message from the Little Grey. It read "Come back to ship. Situation update. Bring your friend.". "The guys on my ship said to come aboard with me, they have an explanation on our circumstances." Arashi said, already on the way. The other Gundam stood still. "How do I know I can trust you?". Slightly annoyed, he turned around and countered "I'm practically a truce flag, it's around my unit's shoulders.", to which the other pilot also countered "Yes, which you were wearing while you shot someone's foot off.". Even more annoyed, Arashi said angrily "I was saving... just come aboard!" and turned back to the Little Grey. To his relief, the other Gundam followed.

"Thank God, they're retreating. We made it." breathed Admiral Garm, finally fully relaxing. Sweat beaded his brow, and he wiped it with his also sweaty hands, not drying much. "Get me that mobile suit that just saved our hides please." he ordered. Soon a video comm was opened on the bridge's main monitor, revealing what looked to be adolescent twins, a boy and girl. 'They're so young' Garm thought, but he shook the thought away as he adressed them. "Greetings MVT 1 and 2, and thank you for giving us a hand. I don't think we would've survived without your help.". The twins nodded in unison and replied "You are welcome. For our help, we ask that you repay us with information. Let us come aboard so you may properly answer our many questions" said the girl. Garm considered this for a bit, then nodded and the video link closed. A normal comm link then opened, buzzing with a woman's voice "This is Bereh Ronah, captain of the Little Grey, and leader of the Crossbone Vanguard Pirates. We request a rendezvous so that we can hopefully enlighten eachother on the situation.". The Admiral paused for a few moments at this. 'Pirates...' he thought. "Sir?" said one of the console crewmen. Snapping out of it, he answered "Request granted. Meet my ship, the Wyvern, at this location.", while sending coordinates.