Lieutenant General Berthold Gregor sighed as he stared through the screen of his mech's cockpit at the helpless Ignat mech whose head now found itself in the ruthless grip of the Nagato's unrelented fingers. It wasn't a Zelphune soldier, so he had no reason to take joy in their destruction. However, by no means was he about to spare the Ignat's life. With a simple wrench of the control mechanisms, the Nagato's hand brutally crushed the Ignat mech's head--and with it, its pilot. Blood seeped from the cockpit, and Gregor could only imagine the sickening mess inside it--sickening to anyone but him, anyway. He turned from the now nearly-headless mech, and observed the landscape around him. There were two Nazcrut mechs left of the three he had brought, but neither was moving; in their cockpits, the pilots stared at the Nagato, dumbfounded. Around it were strewn the corpses of what were once mechs; now, unrecognizable piles of broken metal and crushed circuits. In a few minutes, Gregor had mercilessly annihilated the Ignat strike team that had had the great misfortune of being sent in his general direction--with the Nagato's bare hands.
"So this is the Devil of the Nazcrut..." one of the pilots said, making sure he was off the channel connected to Gregor's mech--he could only imagine what would happen if he used the nickname around Gregor.
"Sir, more Ignat mechs could be on their way," the other pilot remarked over the channel. "Should we not leave while we can?"
"Leave?" Gregor's harsh voice issued over the channel, causing the rookiee pilot to jump in his seat. The Nagato turned to the rookiee's mech, and it towered over the rookiee's mech like a vicious panther compared to a timid mouse. Barely audibly, the rookiee whimpered slightly. "Leave now? When we have the enemy coming to our welcoming arms?" Gregor slammed a fist on his seat arm. "I will remain here." The Nagato turned back now to the narrow pass where the first unfortuante strike team had tried to pass through. "Let them come. Hopefully, there will be an ace among them. Are there no skilled pilots amongst the Ignat rabble? I tire of crushing these useless fools without contest."

Cobos mech stands on a ledge sticking out over a battlefield below he watches from the cockpit as 3 Nazcrut mechs waited for more Ignats. He stares down at the strewn peaces of now scrap metal. It made him sick seeing the ruthless Devil Nazcrut in action, a ruthless old man at the brink of death himself. Why because Cobo planned on destroying him when he least expected it Cobo's brother had been killed by the man when he was a rookie in the Zelphune army. He barely ever thought of it but he always had the death of The Devil Nazcrut on his mind.He takes one last look then turns his mech around and makes it walk away from the scene.

"Let's go!" Ken yelled over the channel connecting him and three of the other Ignat's Gundam Pilots. They were in the air flying towards the last known position of the strike team. An SOS was sent out earlier, but had just been snuffed out signifing that the strike team was most likely demolished.

Within moments he came within sight of three Nazcrut's mechs. "There they are men. They are the one's who destroyed our comrades." He said, hovering in the air above the battlefield. He then flipped on the channel that the the enemy mechs were on. "I will ask once. Will you surrender... Or shall we take the hard road?" He asked. As he asked he sighted in his scopes on the larger mech that was clearly the leader. Through the scope he spotted out multiple weapons.

Ken spat. Such weight had to slow the mech down.

Cobo turned when he heard Ignat gundam mechs. He ran back over to the ledge in his mech staring up at them smiling in the cockpit. He would watch and maybe even help the Ignats he had no beef with them he thought. Cobo flipped his channel to the one the two opposing sides were on and listened in on there conversation. He kept his mecha on prepared to run into the battle at anytime.

Gregor's cruel and mocking laughter filled the enemy's mechs. The next second, the infamous Nagato had blasted into the air. It was a heavy mech, yes, but Gregor had not spent his entire career outfitting it with cutting edge technology for nothing; it was absolutely covered with verniers and boosters, allowing it to move at a good speed even with the Nagato's mass and weight.
He was now just in front of the speaker's mech. The heavy arm of the Nagato flew at the mech's head, and its hand enclosed its fingers around its head. He would crush it as easily as he had crushed the last herd of useless, unskilled fools. Depending on the enemy's handling of this situation, Gregor would know whether it was an ace pilot worthy of taking the time to battle--or worthless rabble to be crushed brutally.
As he began to apply pressure to the enemy mech's head, he spoke into their channel.
"Ignat scum," he spat. "Are you as pathetic as the last weasels your amusingly powerless faction decided to send into my waiting arms?"

Cobo couldnt see this, he powered up his mecha and pressed buttons calmly, a large machine gun drops down from his right arm, he immediatley wheels his right arm around toward one of the Nazcruts mechas shooting with much precision it takes one of the rookie Nazcrut by suprise. Cobos aim is dead on several of the bullets hit the rookies cockpit killing him almost instantly. Cobo prepares his mecha then pushes down on the control stick the mecha runs forward and jumps from the ledge the impact on the ground is devestating as his mecha lands on his knees. Cobo brings his mecha up taking aim at the other Nazcruts.

As the hand grasped the head of Justice, Ken just said three words, "We shall see." With that, Ken flicked off the channel. He immediately dropped the rifle in his mech's hand and reached for the arm that was clutching Justice's head. He held on tight and thrust forward with his other hand causing a laser to shoot out and aimed for the mech in front of him. Regardless of the result he pulled his mech's foot up and aimed the foot booster towards enemy mech and blasted, hoping to scorch the mech as well as gain distance betweeen them.

Who was he to come into the air and challenge him in his territory?

Gregor turned the Nagato's head, and a new mech came into view.
Hmm, an Ignat ambush? Their tactics have clearly refined.
Just then, the other mech pilot said three words. Three words which gave away his preparation to attack, and allowed Gregor time to plan his counterattack.
As the foot's flames scorched at the Nagato, its armour prevented any major damage. Its massive verniers roared to life, and a huge tongue of flame burst from them.
"You two may provide some entertainment," he laughed harshly over the channel. He flew back at Justice, slamming the huge bulk of the Nagato into it. Then, using the momentum gained from his first vicious attack, Gregor grabbed the enemy, and then, putting it between himself and the ground, blasted his mech into the ground, its weight pushing against Justice, pinned now to the ground.
"Well, you two appear to be of a different class than the usual Ignat insects," Gregor said as he pressed down on Justice. "But I'll still crush you like ants."

((I must ask that I don't get completely annihilated by five different mechs @_@ Given that Gregor is an ace and he has a good mech...he should at least be able to hold them off.))

The other rookie Nazcrut mech turns ready to shoot but Cobo's mech is too fast Cobo grabs the assualt rifle from the Nazcrut mech and puts his mecha's right arm to the cockpit and unloads several bullets on the Nazcrut soldier. He turns to the two fighting leaders and states over the channel "Im not an Ignat soldier Devil Nazcrut." Cobo retracts the machine gun on his right arm and presses a large red button in the cockpit. Large missle pods holding two missles each come out of each shoulder of Cobo's mech. He immediatley targets The Devil Nazcruts mecha. "I wish no harm of you Ignat." Cobo states politley over the channel.

ooc: Then we wont annihilate you, but because its two against one i think we should defeat you in this battle.

"Go get the other ones!" He yelled at his comrades, talking about the other two Nazcrut's he saw when he arrived. "Just stay out of this!" He said, pride overwhelming common sense.

He wanted this one to himself. As he was pinned to the ground, Ken flicked a couple of buttons and the Laser sword flew to life again, slashing at the enemy mech's head wildly. As he was slashing, he pressed all of his boosters to max. His boosters was optimized for flight and had enough energy to propel himself and the enemy mech up into the air again.

With a final slash of his laser sword he broke his hold with the enemy mech although he was damaged himself. He immediately set the booster back to max again and he was off screaming through the air. He carried minimal weapons which allowed for increased speed and agility in the air. Satisfied with the distance between them Justice made an about face and faced the enemy mech. This was one who was not to be taken lightly.

He began his assault by sending two missiles from the pod on his shoulder towards the enemy. Following the missiles, he shot through the air behind them. Hoping the missiles would provide enough of a distraction he angled his flight so that his bladed wings would cut through the enemy mech.

He never heard or was even aware of the other mech on the field. He was concentrated on the one who challenged him.

((I tried to give a reason so the couple Ken flew in with won't interfere.))

Cobo unleashed his missles nearly at the same time as the Ignat pilot, surely the missles would destroy the Nazcrut or so he thought. He turned on the heels of his mecha and began walking back toward the ledge. He was happy thinking surely he and the Ignat had destroyed the Nazcrut.

Gregor's eyes narrowed in fury.
"You called me..." he began in a deadly snarl. The Ignat he had pinned to the ground then began his attack, and Gregor pulled up from the ground swiftly. The frontal armour of the Nagato had been damaged, and the Justice had flown into the air, but Gregor was no longer concerned with it, blinded by his rage. All he saw was Cobo in front of him.
With a great hiss, the verniers on the Nagato's back activated, and the huge mech launched at Cobo. From the mech and into the channel issued a snarl that would frighten the boldest of heroes. It wasn't just angry; it was the sound of someone who was downright furious.
As the missiles flew after the Nagato, and Gregor approached Cobo, he pulled up, and the great machine took to the air, allowing the missiles to continue at Cobo. Then, landing back to the ground, ignoring the slight damage the Nagato had sustained to the front, Gregor went absolutely insane on Cobo. He grabbed the arm of his mech, and with another snarl, snapped the Nagato's hand away, which should have ripped the mech's arm off.
Acting on the momentum gained from this, Gregor then activated the two particle cannons in his chest; if the pilot wasn't quick enough, his mech would have two huge holes punched through them.
"I...will destroy you...as utterly as I crushed your Zelphune vermin kinsman!" He snarled viciously.
((Sure, he'll eventually retreat after enough damage is done))

The damage dealt on Uthriel(Cobo's mecha) was massive the arm was nearly off and he had a bashed in shoulder, But Cobo was in rage now he yelled into the channel with fury at the mention of his brother the last bit of his family had been destroyed by this man. Uthriel dodged a blow from the Nagato, and with the non damaged hand pulled out his lazer sword he was in fury making Uthriel slash about 18 times in just 4 seconds the blade made 18 scars on the Nagato, Uthriel sheathed the sword and jumped back in the air launching his last two missles at Nagato It was a massive explosion that Uthriel and Cobo barely escaped shrapnel was lodged deep into the body of Uthriel.....But what had become of Nagato would be known when the smoke cleared.

Gregor felt the damage of the slices raging across the Nagato, and, throwing his opponent back, he blasted backwards, just in time to dodge the massive missile volley the Uthriel had launched. Instead, a large, wicked chunk of metal lodged itself in the Nagato's torso, similar to the Uthriel.
"Idiot!" Gregor cackled mockingly. "You're as pitiful as your brother! Will you beg for mercy, as he did before I annihilated his filthy Zelphune body? He was so pathetic, I removed him from his worthless existence in a few moments!"
Gregor continued to laugh, delighting in the pain and fury he was causing his opponent. However, he had called Gregor the Devil of the Nazcrut...stirring up those memories...
The Nagato was damaged, but he wasn't done yet. He knew he would have to retreat, and was absolutely furious at it. But he would not leave without a parting attack.
He dashed at Cobo, and placed one hand on the Uthriel's head, and then activated the two particle cannons in the Nagato's chest; punching two holes in the Uthriel at point blank range. He then tugged his hand up, planning to rip the mech's head from its body.
Without bothering to turn around to see what devastation he wreaked, Gregor launched into the air. His decision to leave a parting blow had cost the Nagato more damage, and he knew he would have to get it repaired. He cursed the pilot, cursed the world as he had done so many times, and then with a new vehemence cursed the Zelphune for condemning him to this sort of life. These were the thoughts that passed through his head as he watched the battlefield disappear into the distance, his mech giving off a bit of smoke.

Missing his initial blade run, he paused and finally realized the other Mech on the field. Of course, the Nazcrut had as well and began to focus his assault on him. Acting quickly, he located his scoped rifle on the ground. He flew down low to the ground and reach out with justice, quickly grabbing the rifle. He then angled his ascent sharply to gain the higher ground. Stopping in midair and using his booster's to keep Justice level, he quickly sighted the enemy mech in the cross hairs of his rifle.

At intermediate range like that, it was accurate enough to shoot the cockpit, although he had to take aim and fire slowly. At closer range, he could just use it as a regular assault rifle. Ken realized that the enemy had began to yank the arm off of the allied mech. He quickly aimed so the mech wouldn't be absolutely obliterated. Before he could get off a shot, the allied mech heavily assaulted the enemy, but Justice kept steady aim. Even after the blasts and smoke puffed up, Justice kept steady aim. He waited til the smoke cleared to pull the trigger.

Ken was oblivious to the damage of Justice. One of the mech's bladed wings was sheared off a bit at the top, while the other was bent at an odd angle. The visor-eyes of the mech head had cracks all along them and it had clear imprints of a mammoth sized hand. Even the chest piece had deep criss-crossing scratches from when the pilot had pushed him into the ground.

Then he saw the mech explode into the air and begin to retreat the battlefield. Ken quickly pulled the trigger and three shots rang out and sped towards the mech. He wasn't going to leave without a present from Justice and Ken

((Sorry, I realized I didn't talk much about the damage justice had sustained))

Uthriel was in pieces but one thing Cobo had made absolutley sure of was that Uthriel could take damage better than any other mecha seeing how Uthriel was a repaired out dated mecha that had once been the most powerful, a mecha made by the best of all three nations engineers. Cobo was in utter anger over what The Devil Nazcrut said "You will die, and my brothers soul will rest in peace knowing your in hell!!!" Cobo shouted over the channelhe spit blood into the cockpit the last blast had rattled Cobo he had hit his head on the dash of Uthriel. Uthriel stood slowly and began to shake Cobo pushed a few buttons and the large machine gun came out of the right arm of Uthriel, and uthriel shot up innto the sky after the Nuzcrat.

Three shots rang out. Before Gregor could react, two of them hit; one pinged off the shoulder armour, while another buried itself in the Nagato's lower torso.
"Take me on on your own, you filthy cowards!" he snapped back at them before distance cut him off from the channel.
However, one of them was now pursuing him.
"You fool..." he said in a voice that seemed furious at first. However, it was full of glee. "You fool!"
Now, one on one, was where he would force this pilot to regret his actions. His Uthriel was faring surpisingly well, but the Nagato was massive, and its armour was the most advanced of the day.
The Nagato turned around at blinding speed. Within a second it had launched back into the Uthriel.
"Your brother was as much a moron as you are!" Gregor laughed as the Nagato's powerful fists pummeled into Uthriel. He attacked over and over again. "You may not be the Zelphune insect he was, but I'll squash you out just as I stepped out his pathetic, worthless life!"
He concluded his attack by turning the Nagato around, and allowing the massive flames pouring from the huge verniers in its back to envelop the Uthriel.
"Be extinguished, just as your useless brother was, worm," Gregor hissed as the Nagato began to fly off again. "It's the best thing you can do for this idiotic world."
The Nagato had taken good damage. The chest had taken scars from the Justice's laser blade, and the arms had taken similar damage. In the back, bullets decorated the Nagato's back torso. He would have to get it repaired for the first time...haha. This is what he had asked for. Something more to vent his endless rage and misery into. At least, until he finally did destroy those two pilots.
((If this continues, one of us will have to die, which is probably not desirable this early...so both of us can retreat, badly damaged, or however you want to do it.)

Uthriel shot off a load of bullets into the back of Nagato as it was thrown back and Nagoto continued to flee Cobo was happy when one hit the cockpit just barely it would send shrapnel into Barthold Cobo smiled as Uthriel feel to the ground He wheeled the control stick around in a series of movements and Uthriel lands on its knees. Cobo opens the cockpit entrance and climbs down to the ground then collapses in the dirt.

Ken sighted again and thought about pressing the trigger but the other mech was heavily damaged... "Dammit. Why did he have to get involved." he said, lowering Justice's rifle. Ken now had to go and aid the other mech. He slid the rifle back into a slot on the back of Justice and there it hung. He began to shoot through the air towards the other badly damaged mech. Then the afterburner boosters sputtered and stalled. The only thing that was keeping him aloft was the initial boosters. He still began to make his way to the mech, hoping the after burners would kick in later.

He lowered behind the heavily damaged mech. "Easy there friend. There will always be tomorrow. Today is for repairs." He said placing Justice's hand on the mech's shoulder. The cockpit then opened up and the soldier inside fell out. "Comrades." he said calling those who came with him. There was only one left but and was heavily damaged, but would have to do.

"Soldier. Grab the fellow's mech, I'll take him myself." He said as he picked up the soldier on the ground and placed him inside his cockpit. While it was a tight fit, it would have to do. He didn't trust his comrade for this.

And then they were off in the opposite direction from the other enemy mech. After burner's finally kicked in and he was off at a extreme pace, pushing the mech. He knew it wouldn't fail on him. It never did and he trusted it more than some fellow soldiers.

***Some Time Later***
"Sir, Lieutenant General Gregor has returned to base!"
"Hmm?!" The Major turned to the soldier who had just come up to him. "Gregor alone? That's not a surpise, really..."
"His mech is badly damaged. He wants the repair shops prepared immediately. This has never happened before...to think the Devil of the Nazcrut would need repairs..."
"Don't say that to his face," warned the Major darkly--he had seen the fate of the last soldier to make that fatal mistake. "Prepare the shops. I want every resource prepared to repair his mech."

Gregor piloted the Nagato onto the landing area of the base. It lay just nearby a Ignat town, and it was the site of many Ignat-Nazcrut battles. And this was where he was now forced to remain by the higher-ups, despite his desires to transfer to the Zelphune-Nazcrut front. Dammit, when would he get his vengeance? Crushing the Zelphune brother of that pilot had barely slaked his thirst for Zelphune blood. They had taken his last chance at a happy life, destroyed all he had built for himself and those he had loved...taken away his ability to love.
He opened the cockpit and walked out, limping slightly--his cane had been destroyed in the battle. He felt a slight pain in his head, but he would certainly live. Even at his age, he really wasn't worried about dying in battle...more like he didn't care if he did.
A soldier ran up to him.
"Lieutenant General sir!" he snapped into salute. "Thank god you're here! Now that you, the greatest warrior of the Nazcrut, are here, the Ignat will..."
He cut off nervously as Gregor glared at the soldier, clearly irritated.
"er..."
"I want the Nagato taken into the repair shops immediately." Gregor snarled as he began limping off again. He turned back to the soldier, who was staring dumbfounded.
"NOW!"
"Yes sir!" the soldier yelled and positively ran as though for his life to inform the repair shops of their new job.
Those two... he thought to himself. I'll crush them soon enough.

"Lieutenant General Berthold Gregor...of course, I know who you are."
The Colonel looked up and down at Gregor, who stood glaring back at him. He had heard much of this man, tales of destruction and blood. He also had heard that he didn't have much, if any, respect for those above him. In fact, if he hadn't been so valuable, he may have been dismissed for disrespecting a superior officer. That was probably all that prevented Gregor from taking the Colonel's rank himself.
"You have new orders. The Ignat-Nazcrut front is waning, at least in your sector. You are needed elsewhere. I'm stationing you at Zuven Vulf, on the Nazcrut-Zelphune front."
Gregor stared at the Colonel. Was he finally getting his chance? He would not, of course, show it here, but a great triumph was spinning through Gregor.
"Your orders will be given when you get there. Are you sure you don't need to get to the medical office? I understand you and your mech took quite a--"
"There's no need," Gregor smirked as he turned to leave the Colonel's lounge. "I'll just crush all those Zelphune vermin as they try to take us on."
He left, leaving the Colonel to stare at the now shut door.

((If you want to continue the Gregor-Cobo/Ken rivalry, you can transfer to the Zelphune front if you want :/ Just so you know, I don't want to sound like I'm telling you what to RP, just throwing out suggestions))

Cobo awoke to the sound of an engine blaring. He was in a very uncomfortable position....he looked around and saw the Ignat pilot from before driving . "Werent you ever told not to pick up strangers?" Cobo asked him in a raspy voice blood was running down his jacket and his head ached. But he stayed calm, but what if they were taking him captive he thought, na without him surely the Ignat would have died.

"Weren't you told not to interfere in other's affairs?" He said, still slightly disappointed in the fact that he couldn't have finished that Nazcrut pilot. He let it slide this time and said, "We've got your mech with us. One of my soldier's is towing it with him." He said glancing at the various monitors in the cockpit. The booster had maybe enough power to get back to base.

Later, near the Ignat base a call rang in Justice's cockpit. "Lieutenant Ken of ZGMF, Justice one. You are cleared to land in the repair bay. Who's mech is being carried by one of your subordinates? Over." Ken replied, "A friend who helped out. Without him I wouldn't be in such a good shape." Almost on cue, the boosters whirred and sputtered.

Ken slowly Piloted Justice into the open repair bay and opened the cockpit. He placed the soldier's arm around his neck and helped him out of the cockpit with him. Ken's arms and legs felt weak because of the pressure that was exerted on Justice's head during the skirmish. At any rate, he made his way to the med wing where he sat the soldier down on a bed. He himself then sat on the adjacent bed. A mechanic arrived and asked Ken what would he like done to Justice. "Resupply the ammo. Fix up the boosters, damage to the chasis and head, and repair the rifle. It might have some damage when I dropped it. I will test the flight capabilities after you are done and do the tweaking myself," The mechanic nodded and went to begin repairs.

He then turned his attention to the unlikely ally. "So soldier, what's your name. And why would you jump into a fight that wasn't yours?" He asked.

"You'd be dead if not for me, the Nazcrut have the richest nation and therefore the strongest mechs, even though they have some of the worst pilots, you dont have to be good when your mechs as good as one of theres." Cobo said wincing as a doctor felt his apparently hurt shoulder "And you dont need to know my name i dont plan on staying long, i dont need your repairs on Uthriel id hate to put the Ignat's out any." Cobo stated bringing his hand up to his aching head

"What's this?!" snarled the Lieutenant Major at the soldier who had just delivered him a message.
"Er, just what it says...the Colonel hereby places Lieutenant General Berthold Gregor in command of Zuven Vulf Fortress. He's arriving now as we speak."
"How could...why..." the Lieutenant Major was so angry he couldn't even manage to formulate words. At that moment, however, the door flew open, and Lieutenant General Gregor himself walked in. Even now, not on duty, he wore his military uniform.
"Good evening, Lieutenant Major Reivel," he said, almost conversationally. It wasn't typical of Gregor to deal with pleasantries.
"Lieutenant General Gregor...sir," Reivel spat, reluctantly adding the title at the end. "I just got note of your arrival."
"I saw no reason to send the notice until I was just about to arrive," Gregor said as he paced around the seated Reivel. Reivel kept his eyes forward, trying to look less nervous than he was. Now that he confronted Gregor, the infamous 'Devil of the Nazcrut', he was less confident. "However, Zuven Vulf is mine now, and that sends the clear message that you performed inefficiently. The Zelphune filth has not yet been cleaned from this area--that task is now mine, and I will carry it out with the skill you apparently lack. You are dismissed, Lieutenant Major Reivel."
Without getting a chance to put in so much as a word, Reivel felt himself stand and leave without a word.
"Well."
Gregor sat down in Reivel's comfortable chair at his desk.
"I daresay it is time we wiped the Zelphune vermin from Zuven Vulf; this will be an easy task, I'm sure. Prepare to move out soon--we will crush them out as soon as possible."
Gregor grinned. And hopefully, I'll get another chance with those two pilots...

Soon, news had spread across the region, and to Zelphune ears--Berthold Gregor was now the commander of Zuven Vulf Fortress. The news spread like wilfire from the Nazcrut, to the Zelphune, to the Ignat, and beyond. Gregor didn't care; now that he was fighting the Zelphune, he cared of nothing else.

Ken placed his hand on his head. This was a snide pilot to be sure. Ken just lazily made his way to the window. "We are not as weak as you think. Just because we are peaceful doesn't mean that we are weak." He said looking out over the Ignat land. "We have an edge that Nazcrut doesn't. Men tend to fight hard for the home and families than those who just fight for the sake of expansion and greed." He said then he turned to back to this soldier.

"We will repair your Uthriel. Do not worry about putting us out any, we are a hard working nation. We can build the resources back up. Plus," Ken continued, making his way to the opposite side of the room. Clearly, he was one who couldn't stand still long. "If someone fights Nazcrut, then we would want them at full operating power. Indirectly, you are helping us out fighting those bastards." He explained.

He then glanced back at the soldier. "And you would be broken down in the middle of the battlefield with a half-working mech if not for me. Beside, I was doing just fine when you came along." He said with a smirk. The battle hadn't dampened his sense of humor.

He again made his way to a bed and sat down. He began to think about what could he add to his Mech to increase it's offensive capability... "Perhaps I should install a higher caliber sniper rifle..." He rambled to himself.