Quietly in the belly of Zeonic Musai, a brigade of 5 prepared for launch. The meaneveurs they had been practicing for had come to fruit -this day was what these soldiers lived and died for. The slow receding of a bay was enveloped in the vacuum of space. Mobile Suits similar to the Federation's Gundam the EMS-10 Zudah stepped into place at the catapault each shot into the void after the other, where they met in formation.
[ic] Disengage communication links...absolute radio silence from this point on, this is a dead zone, but those god damn Feddies could be just around the corner.[/ic] The lone voice stuck out and echoed in each cockpit for a moment. Gripping controls, each of the five pilots engaged verniers their target not far in sight.





