Finding Leadership Within

miyumi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **miyumi** on Mon Feb 13, 2006 12:37 am

Three days after attaining her position, Miyumi looks with satisfaction at the mobile suit. The underlings looked at it with a kind of awe. "Did we build that? Does it run? How did we do that"? They couldn't figure it out. Miyumi took the two she had met first aside.

"Now that you believe it is possible, you can learn how. Then we can do more than one at a time."

The two nod, still not quite believing that they really did resurrect a mobile suit that now contained the memory of two mobile-suits. Miyumi takes pity on them, and give them all the rest of the day off, to figure out what they did. This was the first break she took the whole time, other than the odd nap here and there, with a snack immediately after. She hadn't even gone back to the house, because this first part had been so critical. Until they believed it could be done, they wouldn't be able to learn how to do it and direct other teams. It was absolutely imperative to have as many as possible convinced, and then to teach them how and spread them out to show and teach others. She thinking about the future. After I teach them, we can use up all the mobile suits. I think I saw ten good frames in that hanger, with enough others to rebuild them all. We'll keep the leftovers for more spare parts after the war. We're going to need a new docking system, sort out the ones that are good for frames from the ones that can only be parts. She reached the house and opened the door. There were her bags, in the foyer where she had left them. Too tired to even look around, she found her way to the bedroom and bath. She drew a bath. As it was heating, a woman appeared.

"Would you like me to get anything for you? Bath salts? A massage when you're done?"

Uncomfortable with too much luxury just yet, she simply asked for some bath oils to take care of the scratches and bruises she had gotten climbing all over the Virgo. As she settled into the bathtub, she looked around. There was a forest scene on the walls, and a tiger was flitting through the trees. She smiled. I really wasn't expecting such accommodations. Should I ask for less? But I like the tiger... I'll try this out for awhile. My team wasn't comfortable at all with my antics. They're going to have to get used to it. Machinery just doesn't have the precision humans do, and being able to get in and actually see with my own eyes allows me to find the places where it needs to be strengthened. If I tried to do this from a distance, I'd never be able to get them as good as new! No, it's a good thing they're not fat. Maybe they don't quite have the right muscles for the fine stuff yet, but we'll get there. I have to remember to have patience with their abilities. Work the abilities into the repair, not just work around the abilities.

When she was done, she toweled herself off and did stretches. The woman who had tried to serve her watched in awe as, in a room that was simply a wooden-floor with mirrored walls, she did her stretches and then took herself through the sword-dances and staff-dances. She pulled her last strike short as the girl had been drawn in too close. She smiled a reassurance to the girl, but inwardly, her smile was at satisfaction. So, I haven't lost my skill for mesmerizing. Good. That was a sloppy workout, but what can I expect? I haven't practiced in over a year. There's no way I can do better today. She stretched her tired muscles out, took a shower, and went to bed.

miyumi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **miyumi** on Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:24 am

The next morning, Miyumi gathered all the workers together and outlined the plan. That day, she would spend some time going through the mobile suits designating frames and scrap. Together with the two she had designated would learn everything, she told the workers how she wanted them arranged. She put each frame suit in a hanger, surrounded by a few scrap suits that would fill out the frames, and put the extra scrap suits to one side for later use. Then, she took the two students, as she now thought of Marti and Sean, and taught them what to look for in a possible frame. She showed them the learner's way of testing, which she had first used, and they caught on quickly. Then, she went through those that had not been obvious scrap and asked them why they weren't being used as frames, to make sure they really did understand it. The first couple they were a little unsure of, so she led them through the process of checking, and then asked them to lead her through the process of checking, giving encouragement along the way. Finally, they found their stride, and were able to tell her why those suits had not been chosen as frames. Then, they had a chance to ask questions.

"We noticed you never needed to use any of this testing equiptment. Why's that?"

"When you've been doing this for a long time, you learn how to tell on sight. You learn how to listen to the noises the suit is making as it settles to tell you how much damage is actually done to it. Mobile suits talk with the various noises and their appearence. Sometimes, what the suit tells you is more than what the pilot tells you. But always believe a gundam driver who's had his gundam for more than four months. They know the gundams so well that the gundam tells them more than it can ever tell us."

"Why are you teaching us, instead of another two?"

"You seemed like you learned quickly, and you both asked me questions while I was working on the suit we've already repaired about how we were doing this, and what each step was for, instead of why I thought I could do that like the rest of them were. The others will learn in time, from all of us, but they aren't ready to learn how when they still don't quite belive."

"Are you going to be there while we work?"

"Ah, now we're in to the current plans. Before I answer that, do you two want to ask anything else about testing suits to be frames?" They both shook their heads. "Then lets go into my office, since I haven't yet seen the inside of it.

They all went into the office, and she outlined her plans to them. For the start, she would have them working alongside her on their own suits while she worked on hers, with video headsets so everyone could see what each other was doing and talk to one another. That way, she could show them what to do and they could do it. Of course, for the booting up of the system, she would have to let them use her laptop, so she would be inside the mobile suit with them. Once they had each rebuilt a suit, they would take shifts, and she would be working on suits through the first few shifts. Then, they'd change the shifts around so that there would be three shifts instead of two, and each of the three would take two shifts. There would never be less than two of them working on suits at a time at that point. She also told them about the policy that they don't interefere in each other's suits unless the other person asks for help. Of course, she would inspect each completed suit to be sure it was flight-worthy. While they were discussing how to do the first set of shifts, the test pilot arrived. So, once they were done with discussions, he flew the suit we had gotten in working condition. He climbed out with a huge smile on his young face.

This is excellent! The General will be pleased Chief Miyumi. Keep up this level of work!

As he walked past Miyumi, he made a move to pinch her butt and found himself looking up at a bunch of awed faces.

"Thank you for the compliments, even the unwelcome one youngling."

He smiled sheepishly. "I guess she's not as young as she looks..." He said to no one in particular as he helped himself up. No hard feelings then?

She turned to face him. "Not as long as you don't try that again." she said, her raspy voice telling every bit of her 36 years.

She gave everyone the rest of the day off, and went to polish off her sword and staff dances.

SinfulSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SinfulSoul** on Fri Feb 17, 2006 6:15 pm

OOC: Sorry for my late reply. I think this might make up for it.
Sinful arrived in a long black limousine outside of the engineering and mobile suit bay that Miyumi was working in. The driver briskly walked around the car and opened his door. Two body guards emerged followed by General Sin, then another two. The group walked in to the building and instead of going to the bay where Miyumi would be, he went to the control room on the second floor that monitored security and all traffic through that bay. When he entered the room, the members within immediately stood at attention until Sin waved them off to continue their duties. The four guards spread around the room to form a square. Though the crew didn't show it, they were naturally concerned by the presence of the General. Visits from him were rare, and usually when he did it meant something of serious concern. The Captain on deck stepped forward to greet Sinful.

Captain Picard:"General Sin! What a wonderful surprise. What brings you here?"
General Sin:"Recently a new Chief Engineer has taken command of the Mobile Suit division. I received word that a Virgo that was originally going to be scrapped was repaired through feats of great skill. Of course this saves us a lot of resources and sounds great on the surface, but I can't afford to have anyone cut corners. I want to see the surveillance tapes from three days ago and four days ago."
Captain Picard:"Why yes, of course, Sir."
The Captain points at a crew member sitting near him, signaling him to act upon the General's order. The Captain was slightly nervous, since it was his duty (among others as well) to ensure all work was completed correctly since it could mean the lives of pilots on the battlefield.
Captain Picard:"I can assure you Sir, we...We always do our best to ensure the best quality and security here. Lieutenant, put the video feed on the main screen."
Captain Picard then handed Sinful the remote control to the screen. Sin fast forwarded through the footage, pausing every once in a while to zoom in on specific parts that were being installed into the mobile suit. He also zoomed in on the frame to ensure structural integrity, especially in all major supports. Another crew member pushed up a stool for the General, on which he rested for the next 30 minutes excruciatingly analyzing the video footage from various angles. The video footage proved flawless reconstruction and repair, but he still wasn't satisfied. He tossed the remote over to Captain Picard.
General Sin:"Open the bay door and initiate training sequence C-301 in Quadrant 3A and have that air space cleared for the next thirty minutes. Start in exactly two minutes."
Captain Picard:"Uh... Yessir. Right away."
General Sin swiftly slid off the stool and turned to leave. With a snap of his fingers the four body guards formed around him and followed. Sin went back down to the first floor and headed directly to Virgo, ignoring the other engineers and specialists for now. With a hand motion the body guards awaited within the confines of the building, not entering into the bay with Sin. Red lights and a siren went off signaling to everyone that the bay doors were about to open. They had less than two minutes to lock everything down to the floor and get into a suit before all gravity and atmosphere left them. This rush made it a bit easier for Sin to go unnoticed towards the Virgo. Sin rode a zip line up to the cockpit of the Virgo and made himself comfortable in the chair. Hanging on the chair was a helmet which we claimed and placed over his head. He skillfully slid his fingers over the controls, activating his main generator, unlocking himself from the holding station, warming his verniers, activating his weapons systems, activating the sensor hardware, then activating the main operations systems and main displays. A ringing of bells ensued as the "All clear" sign was given and the bay doors opened. A vacuum sucked the atmosphere out of the bay and removed all gravity. It was immediately noticeable that a tool box wasn't closed properly when screws and various small tools floated into the air. Sin slowly walked the suit toward a panel in one of the walls that stored various optional armaments that are standardized to fit almost any mobile suit. Of the various armaments available to him, he simply chose a beam saber and attached it to the mobile suit’s left side. Once the doors were opened all the way, Sin walked toward the launch pad that lifted up from the floor. Once he was secured onto the launch pad, the thrusters on the rear of the launch pad ignited at full blast. Sinful was slingshotted out of the bay before he ignited his own verniers to maintain speed. He headed toward Quadrant 3A, the boundaries of which were marked with bright yellow lighted buoys. General Sin raised the beam rifle in his right hand, dispersed the four planet defensers to form a protective barrier around him, and ignited the beam saber in his left hand. He took a deep breath, then fired his verniers at maximum output as he burst into Quadrant 3A.

Almost instantly he was intercepted by three groups of three attack drones. According to his radar, more groups of artificial enemies were moving on his position which was unusual since they aren’t supposed to move in until the Virgo comes within a certain radius. What made this situation especially difficult was that each probe was programmed to act like a specific kind of mobile suit and was fixed with live ammo and weaponry of that mobile suit. Since the drones looked nothing like the mobile suit they were mimicking, the only way to determine their fighting style is to analyze each drone individually until their actions can be matched with those of a known mobile suit by the pilot through experience alone. The problem is that due to the quick movements and quantity, it makes it difficult to keep track of each one. Sin ignited his verniers, sending him up to avoid the initial barrage of munitions and laser fire. The easiest drones to pick off are the ones programmed to act as Leos, as they are the slowest of the group and generally are armed with the larger artillery weaponry. Quickly picking out a Leo drone, he pushed the Virgo to its maximum speeds and headed directly toward the probe. A single swipe of his beam saber across the midline halved the drone. Sin burst upward just as the drone exploded beneath him. The planet defensers moved in front of him to protect the suit from concentrated laser fire from the remaining drones. Additional drones slowly began to join the fight as they began to circle around Virgo. Sin was pushing the suit to it’s limits as he tried to avoid the barrage of fire. He rapidly fired a few shots off from his beam rifle towards two drones directly in front of him. He used the planet defensers to protect his back while he fired more shots to the drones he could see in front of him. As he flew in spirals around the area in an attempt to avoid any direct lock on, he attempted to arrange the drones in direct line with other drones so that they may fire upon themselves. The shield integrity of his planet defensers were beginning to fail from the massive bombardment he was enduring and he determined it was necessary to move in closer to the drones. He fired a few shots in one direction as he flew off in the other toward the nearest drone. A swift downward slice was enough to cut through the metal plating. He noticed at this moment that the drones were seemingly more difficult than he remembered them to be in the previous times he had run through this training mission. Eventually, after a grueling series of maneuvers, the drones were narrowed down to one larger drone which he hadn’t seen in the training program before. It moved much quicker than the other drones and was armed with more than one weapon. After a few minutes of chasing and dodging, Sin was able to lock on long enough to get a read out of the drone which amazingly showed that it was running the Zero system. The Zero system on AI controlled units act as a leader that organizes the whole group as opposed to just the individual. Sin just assumed this was an upgrade to the training program and pulled back a bit to catch his breath. Sweat was already dripping down the side of his face.

He was immediately surprised to hear his systems report of a lock on, and then moments later a group of missiles launch from the drone. He didn’t have time to react in shock, and instead proceeded to fire his thrusters in reverse. As he flew back he used his aiming systems to target a middle missile. He fired a shot from his beam rifle at it, causing a chain reaction of explosions of the missiles saving him from a potentially catastrophic hit. To his dismay, he realized he was still under attack and began enduring the first real damage to the Virgo since the beginning of the mission. The drone was also equipped with a gatling gun onboard and had rittled his left leg with bullets. Sensors also indicated that a knife had ejected from the side of the drone, and at that moment he was struck with dangerous realization. He moved in a sudden dart to the right to avoid further damage. As he stared towards the drone, he became more and more sure his theory was correct, that the AI was running a combat sequence identical to the fighting abilities of an ancient Gundam called Heavyarms. The Zero system of the drone was moving much quicker than his suit was capable of moving, but nonetheless he tried to catch up. He fired scattered shots to limit his opponents choices of movement, but whenever he came close enough to strike with his beam saber, the drone would simply move quicker than he could attack. On one such attempt, the drone was able to dodge and counter a stab which had severely damaged one of the four planet defensers. In addition to that, close range gatling fire had rendered his planet defensers inoperable leaving him with very limited defenses. The crude aiming instruments in Virgos were no match for a Zero system reaction time, and even manual aiming yielded minimal results.

Considering his chances were hopeless with his suit’s limited abilities and speed compared to a gundam design, and the risk of damaging this suit even further after the hard work Miyumi had put into it, he ordered the end of the training sequence. Slightly demoralized with his performance, he drifted his way back to the colony bay. He spent this time pondering how the Zero system programming found its way in the intensive combat training simulator. Even in the most extreme training, it would be suicide to pit any mass produced mobile suit against a gundam design equipped with the Zero system.

He docked the Virgo back in its rightful spot and marked it for need of repairs. He transmitted the damage report generated by the Virgo’s onboard system to the control room for records and easy access for the repair crew. Along with the report, he sends his regards to Miyumi and expresses his compliments to her excellence in performance. Sin dropped out of the cockpit on a zip line still pondering the situation. Once the atmosphere is restored, he pulls his helmet off and heads towards the exit of the bay.

miyumi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **miyumi** on Sat Feb 18, 2006 10:59 am

Miyumi heard the siren go off and dropped her tool kit, quickly vaulting up the suit she was working on, which she had started that day. Good thing I just got the cockpit human-friendly. She watched in shock as she recognized that the person who was entering the Virgo she had just completed the other day was General Sin himself. Then she slapped her forehead for missing the obvious. Of course he’s going to come test it himself. That’s what makes him a good leader. He’s not going to trust the word of an underling with the safety of his men. That could jeopardize the colony. Well, he won’t find anything wrong with it.

She couldn’t see the training run from the suit, but she plugged her laptop in and watched the training run from the cameras. She watched with great interest, and gasped at the zero system. That’s HeavyArms! There’s no way a Virgo could stand up to that alone! The general must not have known it’s there... I’d better look into this. Once the run was over, she scooped up her laptop and ran to her office. She grabbed the first assistant she found, and startled the poor boy to the core.

"I need all the records we have on who worked on each drone. This is important!"

But Miss, I mean chief, I mean... I don’t have authorization for that!

But she was already writing the note, forcing herself to calm down with each touch of pen to paper. Take it easy Miyumi, I’m sure General Sin will notice and start investigating on his own, and if you scare this kid too much, he’ll quit on you like the first ten did back on Earth.

"Take this note, it should allow you access. If you have any problems, come get me in the bay, I’ll be working on the suit in dock 9."

She smiled a reassurance as she handed him the note, and he ran off, partly because of his confusion, partly because of the urgency of the initial contact. What should I be looking for? Right, to see if anyone’s played with this drone recently, or if it’s been like this for awhile. Finding out when the zero system was installed will be a big help, if I can’t find out who exactly did it. Now, what was the serial number on it? Miyumi replayed the action, and zoomed in. Having the number would make it so much easier. She smiled in triumph as the serial number came into view. Gotcha!

She went down to the bay to continue working, determined to get the cameras working. As she walked, Miyumi realized that she should probably be checking the Virgo, but from watching the run she knew that there were others just as qualified to take it on. Besides, I told him I’d be here.

Eventually, the assistant came back. He saluted, and stood waiting.

"Well?"

Ma’am, I regret to inform you that the records on the maintenance of the droid are unavailable. It appears that there was a fire last week, and everything was lost.

"Thank you. You may go back to whatever you were doing before I interrupted you. I’m sorry for wasting your time."

The assistant saluted again, with a confused look on his face. He must not be used to people above him apologizing. As he turned to go, Miyumi thought about what else she might do to help find out who had put a zero-system in a training droid. That’s when she received General Sin’s message, so she sent a reply. General Sin, Thank you for the compliments, sir. I tried looking into the zero system drone, and found that the records have been wiped. Do I have your permission to dissect it’s memory to find some clue as to who would’ve put a Gundam drone in a Mobile Suit training run? While she waited for a reply, she went back to working on the suit she had sheltered in.

SinfulSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SinfulSoul** on Tue Feb 21, 2006 12:53 am

General Sin then received the message from Miyumi. He was happy to see Miyumi taking initiative, and was impressed that she so quickly discovered a problem that he hadn't even released to his own crew yet just by watching from video feeds. He immediately headed back to the control room and headed to the local security mainframe panel. From there he accessed the network and slid in his identification card into a slot built into the machine beside the keyboard. Having been granted full access to the government network, he pulled Miyumi's digital files. Currently Miyumi was listed for clearance on security levels 1-4 with limited access to level 5. General Sin granted Miyumi full permissions for security levels 5-7 with limited access to level 8. Level 9 was still reserved specifically for colony leaders as an encrypted data transfer for various highly confidential files such as troop positions, available resources, known weaknesses or flaws in colony design or mobile suit design, etc. etc. Level 10 was specifically reserved for himself as it dealt with maintaining the Colony in orbit and granted full control over the entire colony and all of its sectors including full override. However this was only available at specific terminals with proper ID and pupil identification.

Security levels 5-8 granted Miyumi access to databases linked together across all the colonies and provided full information on all forms of weaponry available to the colonies under his rule. Security level 8 contained blue prints of all high powered mobile suits. It also had blueprints for an unknown gundam along with thorough 3-dimensional specifications of the structure, armor, armaments, and electrical equipment. However, access to only gundams and other high powered suits that have existed in the past was granted to Miyumi, but future designs or designs in the works were entirely classified to Miyumi.

Once these changes were made, the terminal saved all changes to the network which was instantly relayed to all other colonies to make it official. Another plastic card spit out of a slot next to where he inserted his own ID, printed with Miyumi's name on it. He then took both Miyumi's new access card and his own out of the terminal and performed a quick reboot to eliminate all temporarily stored memory.

He briskly walked out of the control room and went back down to the bay. He walked past a perplexed looking mechanic who seemed to be in deep thought. He asked for Miyumi and was pointed in the direction of Dock 9. General Sin made his way over toward Dock 9 and looked up at the suit that stood there. The cockpit hatch was opened, so he assumed she was in there. He gave a loud whistle followed by a brief shout:
"Hey Miyumi! Lunch is served, come and get it!"

miyumi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **miyumi** on Wed Feb 22, 2006 11:49 pm

Miyumi was zipping up her laptop bag to start work on the outside of the suit when she heard the whistle and shout. She grinned at the words, grabbed the bad and launched herself out of the cockpit, landing on the balls of her feet and the tips of the fingers on her right hand. As she stood and greeted the general, she gave him a salute.

"Wonderful timing, General! I had just finished inside the cockpit."

The general suggested they go back to her office, and Miyumi led the way. Her office was fairly bare, it was obvious she didn’t use it much. Hidden in the shadows of a corner was the only personal touch, a picture of Miyumi in a blue suit with a Siberian Tiger, which General Sin didn’t notice at first. When she closed the door behind him, all the sound from the hallway outside was cut off. She offered him a seat, which he didn’t take. Instead, he handed her a clearance card, complimenting her observation skills. As he told her how high her clearance went, she felt a little dazed that he would trust her that much, but didn’t show it.

"Sir, I will take my spare time to research the matter of the drone. I will not stop working on the suits, because I know that we need those."

SinfulSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SinfulSoul** on Sat Feb 25, 2006 11:02 am

General Sin looked around the room noting the high level of professionalism, but almost no personal touches. He assumed that may be due to her busy schedule and lack of time to spend in the office. He was hoping for some sort of insight on Miyumi about her tastes in art or hobbies, however no such luck. A genius' work is never done, thought Sin as he continued scanning across the room. Then he noticed in the shadows, almost hidden in a corner as if she didn't want anyone to see, a small picture of a woman standing beside a tiger. His gaze stood transfixed on that picture picture for several moments, allowing Miyumi time to see what it is he was looking at.
"That looks like you in that picture. Did you used to work with tigers? Siberian tigers are beautiful creatures."

miyumi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **miyumi** on Sun Feb 26, 2006 5:53 pm

Miyumi didn't even bother following his gaze, she knew there was only one thing he could be asking about. Her eyes widened a little with surprise, she had thought it wouldn't be evident. She only left it here because she had enough copies of pictures from that time that she was willing to risk losing some. When she replied, her voice was full of respect for the magnificence of the tiger.

"They are beautiful, in both body and mind."

General Sin's question took her back to her days in France, working in a circus to try to get enough money to get back to the colonies. But mostly, she remembered her time with the tiger. She had raised this tiger when it's mother had died shortly after she joined. Not quite a tame animal, it reacted to Miyumi as though she was its superior for the first year, leader in the hunt, acceptable substitute for its mother. Later, the tigress had looked on Miyumi as an equal, but only just barely that, and anyone else was beneath them.

Miyumi smiled with the memory of their first show together, the roar of the crowd, the uncertainness of the beautiful creature that consented to obey her for the time. The she realized with a start that she hadn't finished answering the question.

"I worked in a circus in France for awhile, and this tigress' mother died shortly after I joined. I raised her, trained her, and showed her. I even tried to bring her back with me, but I know she is well cared for. I left her in the hands of someone who could be considered a friend to her, if not to me."

And she remembered the argument.

I trained her. She accepts me. She should stay with the same trainer.

Juliette deTigre! How can you expect to go anywhere with a tiger? You've already said you will not be going to another circus. You're not planning on bringing her to the zoo, I know you wouldn't do that to her.

She's the only friend I'll have.

You need to think about what's best for her. Giselle will take care of her.

Giselle hates me.

But she loves animals. She'll take care of Kisha for Kisha's own sake. Especially if she knows it would annoy you to think of her taking care of Kisha.

Promise you won't let anything happen to her?

I promise.

A single tear rolled out of Miyumi's eye, but she did not sniff or make a scene. She didn't even notice. In a low voice, to herself, she said

"The only good thing on Earth and I had to leave her behind."

SinfulSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SinfulSoul** on Tue Feb 28, 2006 10:31 pm

General Sin gazed upon her with envy as she weaved her tale. As much hate as he showed to Earth, it wasn't so much the planet itself he hated. It was more the people who inhabited it, ignorant to a universe outside their own. It is always a sad mix of emotions to know that innocent creatures would inevitably be caught in the crossfire as fate would have it. It was necessary, and a sacrifice that must be made no matter how much care is taken in order to preserve the human lives in space. As much as he tried, it's difficult to contain war. Again and again he had argued with himself in his mind to find a better way, but the fact of the matter is that Earthlings just never learn and their perpetual barbarianism is a hazard to the universe.

Sin's mind drifted as he went into his own mellow mood of controversy within his mind - a side he made great effort to hide in public. He caught himself in the midst of his thoughts as he realized he was among another, but much later than normal. Sin was beginning to think he was getting old. Older than his age, and more tired than his output. The curse of leadership and conquest. He made a feeble attempt to recover.
"It's been so many years since I've seen a real tiger. Synthetic wilderness here in the Colonies is still outdated as we drain our resources and man power on mobilization. The last time I had seen the beauty of a Siberian tiger was while I was camouflaging a gundam I piloted many years ago while on Earth. I assume I disturbed his habitat, but as the days passed while I lived inside my gundam he seemed to mind me less and less. It helped me pass time as I watched him prowl around from time to time. I guess he didn't want to pick a fight with a giant 37-ton robot, but I sure as hell wouldn't go fist to paw with him.

Blasted Earthlings. They have to ruin it all. Their destructive nature makes this perpetual cycle of fighting between the Colonies and Earth. This whole war is a repeat of what has happened three years ago and six years ago. It's time to end this."
His four most trusted body guards were outside the office, standing at attention as usual. A recently enlisted private came sprinting down the hallway toward the office door. He attempted to barge into the office, but was stopped by one of the guards.
Private:"I need to see General Sin! I have an urgent message from Central Space Intelligence."
Guard 1:"You must be new. Give the message to me."
The private hurriedly handed the message to the guard. The guard checked for the CSI stamp, then opened the envelope and slid a gloved finger inside on both sides of the message. Once he had approved the message he dismissed the private with a nod. The guard knew that only the most urgent matters would warrant disturbing General Sin over, and so did CSI. The guard than simply opened the door and walked in while the other three remained outside.
Guard 1:"Sir, urgent message from CSI."
He then handed the message over to General Sin. Sin took the message and promptly began reading the single printed line on the small blank note card. "Anarchy ends in L03. L03 joins GaiaZ. MO-V still not captured." General Sin's rage grew within him; he hated the thought of another power - especially another equal power - in space. Space was supposed to be his and his alone to rule, anything else would ruin all plans and all possibility of ending conflict. He forced himself to contain his anger only to realize his right hand had balled into a fist, and within it was the message. He exhaled briefly to calm down and began toying with the crumpled ball in his fingers. He glanced toward the guard briefly realizing he was still standing there.
"Thank you, that'll be all."
He returned his gaze toward Miyumi as he contemplated what he should say. He was still standing as per usual, but this time he moved toward a section of the wall next to the entrance and leaned his back against it.
"We're going to need more mobile suits..."

miyumi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **miyumi** on Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:48 am

Miyumi caught her tear, oblivious to General Sin until he started talking. She regained composure quickly with the reminder that someone else was in the room. She gave a small smile for the image of the tiger and the mobile suit, and scowled at the mention of Earth. When the guards handed over the message, she read the message on the card, and backed off as his rage showed. He didn’t seem to notice. She figured that the fact they had been discussing Earth had not helped his reaction to the message at all. When he gazed at her, she resisted the urge to hide under her desk and gazed back, waiting to see what he would say.

"We’re going to need more mobile suits..."

"Sir, I had enough sturdy frames for about 10 sure ones, and maybe enough spare parts for another five. It will take us three days to complete each set of three, with me coaching the other two through theirs as we build them at the same time. That gives you fifteen days to get together materials for new suits. After I train these two, you can send them to other factories to train others. I told you I will do everything I can to keep the colonies out of Earth’s hands. I meant it then, and I still mean it now. And I think you’re the man who can accomplish it. Her face softened and the corners of her mouth picked up tentatively. So how about we both get back to work?"

After General Sin left, Miyumi went back to work on the mobile suit. The other two had gone on without her guidance, so she demanded a report of them. Their answers were satisfactory, so they all went back to work.

miyumi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **miyumi** on Thu Mar 02, 2006 10:16 am

That night, Miyumi started taking apart the drone. She had to remove the outer layer of metal to find the place to plug in her computer. She double checked the safety on her computer to be sure the drone couldn’t harm anything, backed everything up on her spare drive, and plugged her computer in. Her computer screen flashed up a warning. Warning, unknown system attempting to enter computer. Block it? Yes Unknown system cannot be blocked automatically, stalling. Take over manually or end contact? Manual Please name unknown system. Heavyarms Drone System refuses name. Please name unknown system. gundam03drone System refuses name. Please name unknown system. hadrone System refuses name. Please name unknown system. Miyumi tried every combination she could think of along those lines. Finally, she gave up and misnamed it. gundam4drone Name accepted.

Miyumi blocked every attempt for the system to enter it, while hacking into the system. After three hours of battling the system, she finally got in and neutralized the defenses and the auto-run invade program, and set up new defenses and a password for her to get in. That was all she had time for that night, so she unplugged her computer and went to bed.

SinfulSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SinfulSoul** on Sun Mar 05, 2006 11:35 pm

General Sin let out a quiet sigh to himself as he exited Miyumi's office. He was making his way back to his own office. A hail of thoughts rained down in his mind as he weighed his next move. Should I try diplomacy? No.. I can't do that, they'll never agree to surrender the whole colony. Maybe I should conquer L03... No, too many losses, too much political backlash. Leave them alone? No, I can't do that. There can't be another power in space, that loses our sense of security. War at any moment. Agh! Before he entered into his limo, he received a phone call from Central Space Intelligence notifying him of the arrival of a gundanium shipment from MO-V. He immediately turned back around and headed back towards the control room. When he re-entered, he was again greeted by Captain Picard.

(Continued in the "Return to Power" thread. )

Finding Leadership Within

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