Trantor BattleFleet Frontier V, a large and diverse fleet of ships appeared to make the jump from Hifa, the cruisers, bombers, atomic armed fleets, and transformable ships all warping or reverting to FTL. They were superior vessels, diverted from the stalemate of the inter-galactic war, to points unknown. This fleet had one odd vessel as its apparent lead, an older White Base class transport, carrying four unusual mobile weapons, called "Armored Hunters," for lack of a better name. With these in tow, the fleet seemed to have a mission in mind, the crews all waiting for further orders from Home command.

Edit Note: Between the Events of the Trial and the Present Were several Back Events


"I see, so you mean to tell me that we have a prisoner, from some sort of Rebellion against Armarx? He's being held, at this penal Colony? Ok, we shall go there, Blanket Command! "

The ships were assembled, the meeting point clear, as the location of the prison colony was still a relative unknown. They assembled on the edge of Terra Space, tailing supply transports to locations all over known space, until one found the asteroid, a rock, matching the description given to the regional governments, where they would strike.

The first few ships were launched, Black Ops with a lead unit, the old custom VF-1, already in place, preparing to launch. Several transports and fighters flew away, as the raid begun, while inside, one man had a feeling he was about to meet an old friend.

As the Trantor Battlefleet appeared at the edge of the Asteroid's sensors, hiding behind several of the massive rocks, the first few Mobile Suits launched, the plan quite simple. The First, his custom VF-1, appeared to crash from FTL, causing the Guards chaos as they attempted to deal with the craft.

Renold Debuc had found his way out, his new crew of nuts rushing through the chaos of the exploding rock, which was now being pelted by long range Mech forces, as a few drones launched, scanning for the man. "My dears," the man said, "As I promised, our chariots have arrived, now shall we go?" With that, the answer was clear, the 5 men heading to the breach point. The VF-1 had finaly arrived through the rock, the Master's prescense clear, even without his advanced EOT. "Let us get off this rock", he muttered, 3 others climing into the lower holds of the fighter. It was as if the Rock was a battlefield, the massive battleships launching jamming signals to prevent any reinforcements from arriving.

"And... we are.. good" muttered Renold, as he had hard landed in the lower bridge of the Battleship Good Deals. The Asteroid was hit, but still stable, as the dark ships escaped to FTL. It was a good day to be a frenchman.