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OOC: Well this is it, everything that I planned so far is officialy up!

Reno had just finished packing and was sitting on his bed. the transport would be here soon and when it arrived he had to be ready or the transport to the ESU would leave without him. He stood up slowly, moving as though he were in a dream. He still wasn't sure if this was a dream or not.When informed that he would be going to the ESU he couldn't belive it. He shook his head this was no dream, and he had to leave the transport would be here soon. He grabbed his bag and headed outside to wait. 30 minutes later Reno stood in docking bay waiting to board the transport to the ESU. His gaze drifted to outside the docking bay, space vast and endless, seeming to strech forever and right next to the colony, Jupiter huge and imposiing. He felt a wave of tension as he stepped onboard the transport to the ESU.

"This is it, go time"

Nicola wakes to the sound of her alarm clock, playing classics so old they'd be classified as "ancient", from way back when man was first starting to achieve spaceflight. With a groan, she turns the unholy barrage of sound off. It always reminded her just why she was joining the police force. Feeling better without the racket, she quickly gets dressed. It is still quite early, and she has three hours to practice with her katana before she needs to present herself for gun training at the police academy.

An hour and a half later, a very sweaty Nicola steps into the shower, washing her long black hair first, rubbing out the tension in her scalp. She hisses as soap enters the one new cut on her leg where she had missed a jump. Showering and dressing quickly, she gulps down breakfast before heading out to the academy, timing it to arrive fifteen minutes early.

Two years. You can do this.

It was another few hours before Sergei Voronov received a message from two of his men stationed on Earth, the same two that murdered the pilot. This message just confirmed that everything was set for Operation Nova. Smiling, Sergei walked over to the control panel and opened a video feed link to every screen on the Jupiter Colonies.

"Attention citizens of the Jupiter Colonies. We have just received word from our brave agents on Earth, who are willingly living with the disgraceful humans on Earth and the colonies around there. These brave men are sacrificing themselves so they we can achieve our glorious goal, the complete and utter domination of Earth, Mars and the colonies!"

[ooc]I don't know much about police training or rank, so if there is something glaringly obvious I need to change, please pm me.[/ooc]

When she arrived at the academy, one of the younger instructers was there. He greeted her with a wink, which she didn't respond to, simply saluting. The lieutenant frowned, then saluted.

Cadet Ice

His cold voice matched her cold maner, using the nickname that had started going around. When she was alone, it made her feel uneasy that people thought of her that way, but here it gave her protection.

Lieutenant Randal.

His nickname among the women was Randy, very appropriate. Any female collegues or superiors who used that recieved a wink and a nudge in the direction of the nearest closet. But a subordinate would get a hard look. Especially with the inflection I would put behind it.

She made her way to the practice range, and the room where the community guns were kept. The sergent there thoroughly approved of her manner, even to the point of using whatever influence he had to keep her from getting in trouble when she refused a "suggestion" made by the Lieutenant. She knew he had, but he didn't know she did. It was better that way.

Cadet Armentio. You know I can't give you any extra help until after you take your first class.

Nicola acknowledged the joke with a quick quirk of her mouth, before replying in an equally even tone.

Not even to tell me the make and models available?

I would be very surprised if you needed me to tell you. Have you heard the news?

No, I must have missed it.

We'll finally be rid of the scum from Earth.

Nicola allowed a full smile for that. Growing up a ward of the government, she was thoroghly steeped in their propoganda, and was convinced that the Earth people were responsible for the death of her father. She had never known exactly what it was he did, but she knew he had been a scientist for the Jupiter Colony government, even before it was officially cut off from Earth and Mars. As her mind mulled over the possible operations, the rest of the class filed in. With a sigh, she began her day.

Reno glanced behind him at the other troops in the bay, their eyes wide with both shock and fear.

"E-E-E-Earth and M-M-m_Mars?" The words came from a young pilot who looked at Reno with horror.

Reno, calm as always looked at him,

"Don't worry soldier, the terrans have nothing on us, hell they don't even have Mobile Suits."

Reno whirled, his trenchcoat swirling behind him, and his loud voice echoed across the hanger:

"All right men this is it prepare all transports for launch, and a final check of you're suits, no mistakes."

Apophis walked down the cold, metallic corridor of the research station with a calm yet sad face. He knew what was about to happen, he had known for about two years now. Well it was somewhat of common knowledge at this point in time, at least to the people of the Jupiter colonies. He had somewhat stumbled onto the location of a research station that was somewhat of a secret, even to most of the people of the Jupiter colonies, although most knew that it was real. With his field of expertise, they quickly added him to the research team. With in a year he was already in charged of a good deal of the R&D for the mobile suit program. At this point in time the title was a little bit on the pointless side. The reason for this is that almost all the mobile suits had gone into production and hardly any research was need for them. About three months later the man in charged of the station had died and since he was the only other person there with the second highest security clearance, the Jupiter government placed him to oversee all of the duties that corresponded to the station. He wondered the halls, wondering how the accident had occurred, that is the one involving his parents. Not that ridiculous fake report about their shuttle exploding or whatever they had said it was, that was only a cover story to try and hide the location of the station. The truth was that they had been asked to work on the station.

They had a some new designs for experimental mobile suits. About three months after they had began working on the first one, there was an error in one of their calculations and there was gas leak and they suffocated to death. He had wondered why they had been working on that project, and why would they need better mobile suits then the ones that they had built. He had been inside the simulators, he knew that those particular models hardly anything improving on them, they are fine the way they are. But should any pilots want to make any modifications to their particular mobile suit, that would be fine.

As he continued to walk past the simulators, he thought back to when he first had come here and learned of how his parents died, it took him about a week to get back to working condition. He knew that the objective was far more important and he needed to work. Once he had felt that he was in good enough condition, he jumped into one of the simulators and had found that piloting a mobile suit was somewhat easy. At least it was to him, maybe because he had been around machines for so long, it just came natural to him. In a matter of a week he had learned how to pilot it and had found a couple of problems with the pilot-computer interface. The problem was mainly to do with some software that would cause problems latter on if he hadn’t pointed it out.

The reason why he was somewhat sad was because he was still in the station, he really wanted to be in the cockpit of one of the mobile suits. He continued until he ended up in the hander and there was a few mobile suits there. Most had had minor problems and already had been fixed by the mechanics before they left with one a couple of the shuttles to meet up with the main forces. He prepared one of the mobile suits and had loaded it up to a transport specifically designed to carry no more than two mobile suits. The craft was designed to be a fast moving stealth transport that would be able to get past most defenses and drop of two mobile suits to be able to act as either scouts or to create some sort of distraction operation. He prepared to launch when one of the researchers activated the intercom.

“ Sir, where are you going? We have a lot of work to finish and we cant do it by ourselves.” said the researcher.

“ Sure you can you have plenty of time, we may not even need those particular models yet. Hopefully, we wont, but if they are needed then I will return as soon as I can to help.”

And with that Apophis activated the engines and the cargo bay depressurized. Moments later the the bay doors opened and he left and headed towards the main force.

His trenchcoat disgarded, Reno scanned his report and shook his head. Not only was Earth not as technologically advanced as Jupiter, but it seemed they lacked intelligence as well. His eyes darted over the report, while his brain made mental notes of the defences he and his squad would have to get by.

'I f you can even call what the terrns have as defences.'
The thought brout a smile to his lips, but at the same time a pang of dissappointment.

"Really not even much of a challenge" he muttered to himself. he hoped that the terrans could at least muster up a little excitment for him when he got there.He checked the time, shook his head again, the main force was still unprepared, no doubt stragglers who had arrived late. He leaned up against the wall and looked at all the other men in the hanger, prepping their MS's for battle. earger young young men ready to prove themselves, eager young men ready for war, eager young men, many of whom would never live to see home again. The thought sent a chill through Reno as it always did. He shook his head and turned to his own MS, time for a little checkup.As he began to fiddle with his MS, an alarm sounded.

'Last call' reno thought. he knew what that alarm ment, final call for all who were leaving. Outside the transport no doubt were crying families and friends wishing thier loved ones farewell. many knew that they might not be coming back, but they knew that they would be making history.a gaggle of young men and women entered talking and laughing, Reno stopped working on his MS and looked out at them all.

"Listen up!" again his voice echoed through the hanger, and the talking and laughter stopped. All the faces turned and lokked at his with excitment, fear, respect and some with a hint of annoyment.

"I am Reno Wolffist leader of of Squad 8. All of you who are in Squad 8 line up under you're MS, prepare for the transport to disembark, and await further orders." He stopped and ran his eyes over the crowd who were looking at one another in confusion. he rolled his eyes.

"MOVE!"
The sudden burst from the soldiers was equivilent to a predator surprising it's prey, they scrambled every which way in a blind attempt to get to thier designated area. Reno threw his hands up in frustration, they may be good pilots, but they were still bumbling. Shaking his head, Reno returned to his MS, they'd be leaving soon, and he aimed to be prepared well in advance.

Once again Sergei's voice come over the loud speakers, only this time it wasn't an address to the people of the colonies.

"Reno Wolffist, this is Sergei Voronov, leader of Operation Nova. I'd like to speak with you before we head out. Please come to my office on the capitol ship."

Sergei closed the voice comm link and leaned back in his chair. So far everything was going according to plan. Earth and Mars still hadn't sent people to come and investigate the disappearance of the Earth delegates. Although it would still taken the Terrans about five months to get out here. With the advancements that the Jupiter scientists had made, the people of Jupiter could make that same trip in just over a month. A secret that they had not shared with the Terrans.

"We are superior in every way to the Terrans from Earth and Mars. Why should they rule us? They don't even have a powerful military and the time for ruling by peace is over. It is a nice thing, but when those who rule by peace failed to uphold that peace, it is time for a military rule once again."

Sergei waited for a response from Reno or for him to show up. The office was almost completely dark; the only light came from a computer where Sergei was watching old news reels from AC 195 and AC 196. What beautiful things they were, Mobile Suits. Sergei could still not understand for the life of him, why they had banned such a triumph of Human engineering. Especially those Gundams that Sergei had heard about. They seemed like a living, indestructible work of art, yet the pilots had destroyed them and the ESUN had kept the secret of Gundanium for themselves and hadn't bothered to use it for anything. How selfish they were, not sharing such a wonder thing with the people. Sergei's eyes lit up as he thought of all the things that could be achieved from the use of Gundanium Alloy when making things.

Reno looked up as he heard Segei's voice over the loudspeeker
"Huh, I wonder what he wants." Reno stood up and straigtened his uniform, he looked at a technician standing nearby:
"You, watch the Greymalkin." Reno pointed in the direction of his MS.

"Make sure nothing happens to her while I'm gone."

The technician saluted: "Yes sir. But uhh sir the hanger's filled with our own men what could possibly happen to you're MS?"

Reno turned slowly "It's not that I'm afraid somethings gonna happen, it's just i'm afraid something may happen."

The technician saluted again: "Yes sir commander Wolffist you can rely on me."

Reno nodded and pivoted on his heel, shaking his head, he headed for Sergei's office.

Reno walked down the brightly lit hallway, looking around as he walked. He rarly if ever got to see the inside of these huge ships, mostly because he was an MS pilot. But now he would, the misson to Earth would take about 1 month give or take a ouple of days. From there the stage would be set for the biggest thing this galaxy had ever seen. Reno nodded at a pretty female technician as he passed her in the hall. She blushed, and smiled back. Reno couldn't resist a small grin he did so enjoy the way women looked at him.
'Just another perk of being an MS pilot' he thought happily to himself. He arrived at Voronov's office and stood there for a second.
"I can't belive I have to report to this inept man. Ah well enjoy it while you can, Sergei it's only a matter of time untill you're strings are cut.'
Reno cracked his neck, straightened a bit then opened the door and walked into the barely lit room.

Uchnos had just opened up his suitcase, containing the only piece of contact with his family, the pledge of the diplomat, ever since the war was inevitable; he sighed and packed his things, his various military formal and war uniforms, and some of his personal effects. As he finished packing, Uchnos started to grab his classic metal staff, and started to prepare to battle. The ancient ritual being nothing more than a comfort thing to him, but it calmed him down enough to pack the collapsible staff and head off towards the hallway of the colony, away from his room. The constant fact that he knew that he could die, or become maimed on his mind, he ignored it and headed towards the launch bay, , where the ship was wafting for the crew to board. Knowing that he would be moving onto the command vessel to attack the Earthlings and their Mars allies, and take victory from the sinful humans, he prayed for a bit, and headed onwards, perceiving that his piloting skills would be challenged by the mars pilots, the ESU forces and the Earthlings themselves, but he was ready, he had to be. A sudden idea popped into his head, a just faction for his singing up for this term of duty “If we win this war,” he thought, “I could actually gain an governorship over the homeland… maybe even become the ruler of the Mt. Kenya space elevator …” after shrugging off that thought, he walked to his cabin, passing by a mobile suit pilot wit the fastest speed that his legs would bring him.

Sergei saw that Reno had entered out of the corner of his eye but continued to watch the news feed. It ended a few minuets later and Sergei sat, staring at the screen for a few seconds, then hit a button and the computer screen went off and the lights came on. Sergei turned in his chair to face Reno with a semi stern look on his face. After a few seconds of staring at Reno, Sergei put a smile on his face.

"Well if it isn't my good friend Mr. Wolffist! No, no, my good friend Reno! Come, sit down my friend, how are you? Please, tell me, how are things going on the human end? I've seen that things are going very well with the mechanics and the Mobile Suits and the rest. But I have not seen how the people are reacting to it. Please my friend, sit down, sit down and have a drink!"

Sergei took out two glasses from his desk drawer and a bottle of whiskey. As if he had been rehearsing the movements over and over again, Sergei tossed some ice into the glasses and quickly poured Reno and himself each two fingers.

Reno rolled his eyes as Sergei poured the whiskey he steeped forward, hands clasped behind his back.

"Thank you sir."

Reno took the glass and knocked it back grimacing slightly, but not at the taste but at the fact that he of all people had to report to this buffoon. Placing the glass on the table, Reno nodded politely at Sergei and sat down.

"The operation is proceeding as planned sir, so far it looks like every thing is on schedule. Pilots and MS's will be ready for launch as soon as we reach Earth." Here he paused and looked Voronov right in the eyes.

"I take it the other half of the fleet is ready to launch on Mars?"
In all fairness Reno liked Sergei, he was after all a warm friendly man who could also turn ice cold when a situation called for it. Sergei was also a very good comander, however in this situation......Reno sighed a little as he gazed across the desk at Sergei, the man had let power go to his head. Perhaps it was best that Sergei had no real power in this operation, though everyone just smiled and acted like he did, to him anyway. Reno leaned back in his chair and awaited sergei's reply.

Uchnos headed towards his cabin, a small thing, with barely enough space to breathe. This cabin, about 10 feet by 3 feet seemed new, which surprised the pilot, “A new warship? Wow, the Jupiter gov really is preparing for all out war! Yes, I can finally fight some real targets, but those Mobile Suits will get all the glory! I wonder who is in charge of the capitol ship here… Uchnos looked at his schedule, the piece of paper stating the p various times. 13:00 local Time-15:00 Crew Arrival, 15:15 Local Time, First Squadron assemble, and so forth. There were a couple of hours between now and the pre flight inspections, so he decided to head off into the mess hall, hoping to meet some other people on this vessel. “Rule no 9, always head towards the mess, there are probably people who know what they are doing!” He smiled curtly and headed down towards the main elevator, hoping that this Arch Class ship was like the others that he had read about in history.

"Good, good, yes yes. All other ships are ready for launch as well; I was just waiting for a report from you to finalize the launch. And now that I have that we are ready to leave."

Sergei picked up a microphone from his desk and clicked a button on the side.

"Attention all. This is Commander Sergei Voronov. Everything is finalized and Operation Nova has officially begun. All ship commanders, prepare for launch and get ready. Today marks a new era in the history of Humanity! A perfect era where we will rule on high as it was always meant to be!"

Sergei turned the microphone off and placed it back on his desk. Sergei sat back in his chair with a large smile on hid face.

"Well my friend that is everything that I had in store for this little meeting of ours. Unless you have something else that you wish to ad, I believe that I shall have you take your leave my friend. I have some more work to do before we get to Earth space, and sadly I believe that I will be occupied for a majority of the time. I am sorry we couldn't spend more time together my friend."

Sergei waved Reno out and then turned back to his computer, switching it back on before Reno even had a chance to stand up. Once again, clips from old news reels started up, and Sergei continued to watch intently, making a mental note of everything he saw.

Uchnos was walking in the hallway of the Arch class cruiser when he heard the announcement. “Well, there we go, going into epic battle, just like the fighters of earth’s pre spaceflight days.” He laughed at his memories and dreaded the new war, is normal overconfidence going in to a serene feeling, similar to the one that ma receives when he is on a reprieve from death due to his stay on death row, there was a sudden burst of hope.. “Maybe the earth will sue for peace, and maybe aliens will take over mars…” The short happy thought died in his head as he headed out towards his hangar, No. 2, he walked down the halls towards the assigned elevator, slightly floating as the ship started to leave the space colony, and removing itself from the gravity… So this is the open feel of a massive battleship, not like those frigates or PT cruisers I was used to flying around. He looked out the window, the many members of the ground crew disconnecting various cables and other musicals from the battleship. The young pilot stopped to stare, but he walled to the elevator, waiting for it to arrive

Nicola grinned as she passed the sergant on the way out. He was looking at her dumbfounded, having assumed that self-defence classes meant she'd know how to handle a gun, and had been very surprised to find that she didn't. "Randy" was there, and he took the opportunity to tease her.

Cadet Ice doesn't know how to use a gun? What good were those self-defence classes?

She shot him a look that froze him where he stood.

You think that just because we were taught to defend ourselves in the case of not having a normal weapon handy our classes were ineffective? I don't need a gun to defend myself, that's what that class taught me.

She ignored any further insults and derrogatives aimed at her, simply leaving for the lunch break.

She stopped in a coffee shop, and ordered a black coffee. Adding nothing to it, she took a seat and cooled herself down by taking small sips of the bitter drink. A father walks in with his daughter, a young girl, around five. Nicola smiles, remembering her trips with her father.

Okay kiddo, what do you want?

A grin answers him. Whatever you're having.

Oh really? I don't think you'll like it. Why not a hot cocoa?

A shake of the head. I want what you're having.

He thinks for a bit. How about this, I'll get you a hot chocolate, and you can try mine. If you like it better, we'll switch?

The memory fades, and she finds herself holding the cross her mother had made for her, the wooden one. Another memory.

I don't want my work to be gone when I die!

Then for heaven's sake, hide it where it can't be found!

He shakes his head. I don't trust myself. You have to take it. It's in this capsule

A lead capsule is held up, and he demonstrates how to open it: raise the lever and twist. The lead will protect the chip from anything. Do something with it. Hide it where you can't give it away.

They had thought her asleep. They had thought she didn't hear. Her mother gave her the cross two months later, the day before the two died. Once again she studied the intricate carvings set into the wood.

Honey?

Yes? She looks up from her drawing to see her mother standing there.

I have a gift for you. Your father and I have to go somewhere. This cross has a lead core, lending it strength from the inside, just like you have me, lending you strength from the inside.

As soon as she left, I had to try it for myself. I had opened it, but just enough to know. Mother, Father, I will never give it away, not to anyone.

None of these inner thoughts registered on her face. To anyone passing by, she looked like someone relaxing, enjoying a cup of coffee.

It was a momentous occasion. The JFA fleet was departing and people all over the Jupiter colonies were celebrating what they believed to be a rightful move for them. In a short time they had advanced beyond that of their Terran counterparts on Earth and Mars and in their eyes the move they were making was completely justified in that those with the power to rule should rule. In the eyes of the Jupiter colonies the ESUN no longer has such power. They did once, long ago, back when it was first formed, but not anymore. If they couldn't prevent this from happening then they deserved to receive the full force of the JAF.

Sergei had finished watching the news reels and was now sitting in the complete dark. In his heart and in his