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Lagrange 2

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AC205 Jason Hellan

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Azmodai2 on Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:53 pm

Jason gazed out of a window into the darkness surround his home. The stars glittered brightly around him, and he scanned the scene. His eyes stopped abruptly at the dark outline of some huge space-borne object. The L2 colony. His eyes continued across the black sky and they glided over floating hunks of rusted and torn metal, the leftovers from years of conflict. Mobile suit parts, space shuttle pieces, scraps from the colonies, bits of MO-III had even scattered near here when it had been destroyed. MO-III, his home for 5 glorious months. Then the launch on earth on Christmas. The invasion had lasted less then a day.

He turned away from the window and let out a deep sigh as he crossed the spacious room. It was a junk heap that had been welded into a vaguely rectangular room. Over the years he had accumulated electronics and even a rudimentary sewage system in the space hunk. It had taken him a year to make a functioning hangar door large enough for his Serpent to fit through. The mobile suit sat at the center of the room and it was illuminated from above by a large florescent lamp. The light it cast seemed to give the huge machine an eerie and mysterious quality, like some enormous war god at peaceful slumber. Parts and tools lay strewn across the slightly rusted floor, and as he walked through the hangar he knocked bits of metal and spent shell casings out of his way. He glanced at his Serpent and smiled, thinking back again to his days on the battlefield. Treize. What a man, and what a legacy he had laid! Jason thought back to the original takeover of the colonies, the new and glorious reign under OZ, his duties on L2, and then… the Gundams and Operation Meteor. The war was bloody and long and he had been forced to fade into the background. He thought again to his brief time with the Mariemaia army, but that conquest was short-lived too. He had been there from the start, he had landed in the first wave and even led the attack on the presidents home. He had been on patrol when Wing Zero attacked.

Jason sighed and walked into his bedroom, a small section of the hangar he had covered with sheet metal to afford him some privacy, although truth be told he didn’t need it out here. He slumped down onto his old swivel char and looked at his computer screen. Rebel attacks on the colonies were up, and the colonies had been insisting on compensation for damages. Fools, he thought to himself, why don’t they defend themselves, they’ve enough resources to build new suits and train pilots. Once he was back at the colony he'd whip the men under his command back into shape. War’s coming anyway, might as well get ready for it early. He glanced again at his serpent through the doorway of his room. Its black and gray paint differed greatly from the original greens and browns of the suit. The original hand-held weapons were missing too. Times were hard for an old soldier in a world of peace. Weapons were rare, he glanced at the 105MM modified assault rifle he now used in conjunction with his Serpent. It had been taken from an old space-type Leo… the original pilot didn’t need it anymore. Good thing he had it, he smield to himself and read through the news again, the Guardians were up in arms. Yeah, war was coming, and he was definitely going to be ready for it.
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He was laying in bed when the broadcast came on over his computer. CBN broadcast, stupid media punks. They swarm to conflict like flies to a carcass. They’ve been all over the rebel attacks, finally get a little retaliation from the colonies and the whole place goes haywire. He sighed and shuffled over to the computer and turned up the volume, it was being sent out all the way from L1, probably a political broadcast… The transmission was raspy but the massage was clear enough to understand.

"This is an address to all leaders and citizens, be they on Earth or in Space, who care about maintaining peace like we have had for the last three years. For those who may not know, I am General Sin, sole leader of the entirety of the Space Imperial Nations, and these three beside me are my advisers, General Marshal of the War Department, General Chamberlin of the Military Intelligence Department, and General Prescott of the Supply and Resources department. It has come to our attention that attacks have been made by both sides, and both sides claim that these are actions by rebel groups. In the interest of maintaining peace and quashing these rebel groups who threaten to destroy our cherished way of life, my three Generals here and I will be visiting Earth in person to discuss these matters and ensure that peace can be maintained between our two cultures. We hope that this bridge of trust will warrant signs that Earth still has interest in peace rather than degrade back into the primitive barbarism of war. We will enter Earth's atmosphere by this time tomorrow with a non-hostile escort of 12 mobile suits and an on board patrol guard of 12 Space Imperial Guard units. We expect that Earth will provide adequate protection during our stay. May peace reign over us again. "

Ah, so the good General is moving again? Maybe my kind isn’t so useless after all. For a non-hostile envoy they sure are armed, 12 MS and 12 full IG units? Then again it is, supposedly, Sin and his right hand men. He has done a lot for us, I admire the man. If those earth-scum try anything they can be sure to expect immediate retaliation, and not just from Colonial military. He shut off the computer and walked into the hangar where his Serpent stood, the echoes of his footsteps reverberating through the large space. He glanced up at the magnificent machine and smiled then strode over to the control and launch computers and began to run system diagnostics. Gotta be ready, gotta be good to go. He gave the system a full once-over then went through the command protocols again before he was satisfied. What the hell… lets take her for a spin. He grabbed a remote for controlling the hangar door and climbed the boarding ladder to reach the cockpit of the Serpent. The cockpit opened with a hiss as hydraulic pistons pushed the heavy doors open. He hopped inside and the cockpit doors closed with another hiss. His fingers flew over the command panels and systems began to blink into life. Visuals, radar, life-support, weapons, command and control, all online. Excellent. He wrapped his hands around the joysticks and smiled, it had been far too long since his last time in the small but welcoming darkness of the cockpit. His face was illumintaed from beneath by the syntehtic light of the computer panels, words and numbers projected across his face from the low-light screens, he glanced across his displays and nodded to hismelf, pleased. A light tap and the boarding ladder slid away on rails and the hangar door opened. Air swished out into the darkness, and he took a moment to stare at the stars. He smiled and hit the launch sequences as his verniers whirred to life, after about a second and the thrust buildup finally released as the Serpent shot out of the hangar into the cold dark of space. Below him the earth shone like a multi-colored jewel, obscuring a huge part of the gleaming dark fabric that was the rest of the infinite. To his right the L2 colony glistened, reflecting the starlight. He smiled again and hit his engines hard forward.

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The L02 Colony seemed so peaceful. It spun calmly within Earth's gravitational pull with a radiant white glow surrounding it. It may have been artificial, but it was beautiful nonetheless, and a symbol of man's power. The tranquility was suddenly broken by sirens going off from Bridge A1, the closest to the incoming Mobile Suit. The long range sensors had picked up the mobile suit and, as per protocol, the numerous laser cannons trained their aim on the suit awaiting for the order to fire when within range. Though the colony obviously had numerous other defenses at its disposal, there was no need to overkill. Who knows, maybe they'll listen to warnings? The Captain of the bridge sent a hail message out to the incoming Serpent.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: "This is Captain Kathryn Janeway calling from Bridge A1 aboard the L02 Colony. You are entering into neutral space without authorization in a mobile weapon. Power down your weapons and divert course immediately or we will have to use force."
Four bays nearby the bridge were alerted of the potential threat. Over the loudspeaker in the bays, a continuous message was played: "All available personnel report to battle stations. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill." Pilots were mounting into mobile suits and prepping for combat, but none of them really expected to see any. There have been similar incidences before that were all just a misunderstanding of authorization. Besides, it was one mobile suit versus the entire colony. How hard could it be?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Azmodai2 on Mon Apr 23, 2007 12:49 am

Jason shot towards L02 and high speed, his jets at maximum output. He stretched lightly then noticed the blinking light that signaled an incoming hail. He reached out flipped the accept switch to ON to hear the commanding voice of a woman.

Cpt. Janeway: "This is Captain Kathryn Janeway calling from Bridge A1 aboard the L02 Colony. You are entering into neutral space without authorization in a mobile weapon. Power down your weapons and divert course immediately or we will have to use force.�

He smiled and laughed. He remembered Janeway, stickler for protocol. He was sure all of bridge A1 was on alert, and knowing Kathryn they were running a full invasion sequence. He hit the speak button.

Jason:
“This is Sergeant Major Jason Hellan, call sign Hellhand, reporting. Switching to visual comm, and powering down weapons.�

He flipped the video feed button and smiled at the command bridge. His hands swept across the controls of his suit as he powered down the rocket systems and power feed to his rifle. He hit the low-speed button for the boosters and held position just outside range of the colony defense systems and waited for verification. Another message came over the comm-link in a synthesized female voice.

Computer:
“Pending verification… Verification complete. Hellan, Jason. Call sign: Hellhand Rank: Sergeant Major. Branch: Marines. ID No. 52320-B. You are cleared for landing on deck A1.�

He let out a sigh of relief and realized he had been holding his breath for the past minute or so. You never could tell with the computerized identification system. He cracked his knuckles and punched his jets forward, heading straight for the docking bay. Janeway’s voice came over the comm again.

Cpt. Janeway:
It’s good to have you back Sir, welcome home. Please report to the bridge as soon as you land, you will be reinstated as commander of the Mobile Suit forces as soon as you are debriefed.�

He nodded on video to her with out replying, saluted and ended the feed. Leave had been good but the news hadn’t, he needed to get back on active duty immediately. He glided towards the open landing bay and hit his reverse thrusters, slowing down to regulation speed, before shutting off the engines and drifting slowly in. He touched down lightly and watched his rearview camera screen as the huge metal bay doors closed behind him. He saw other pilots leaving their suits. So she had told them to go on alert, at least she was sharp. He waited for the bay to pressurize before finishing his landing sequence and opening the cockpit doors. He hopped out and slid down the ladder that had been wheeled over. He saluted to the crewman that had brought the ladder and turned to him.

Jason:
“See that she gets a tune-up and a reload, I want her in top shape in case there’s an emergency.�

The crewman saluted and motioned over some of his team members and Jason watched as they began to work on his suit. He walked away satisfied they had started and proceeded towards the command bridge to check in. He stepped into the lift and the doors hissed shut, he pressed the command bridge button and the lift shot up. Yes, it was good to be back.

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Waiting for Jason in the bridge was the Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps. He was standing tall in disciplined form with his arms crossed behind his back. As soon as the doors of the lift opened to reveal Sergeant Major Jason Hellan, Captain Janeway quickly called out "Officer on deck!" All the soldiers and attendants including the Captain rose to their feet and saluted Jason.

Once Jason entered the room and gave the "at ease," they all returned back to their work. Sergeant Major William Sherman approached Jason with a grave expression on his face.

Sherman:"We do not have much time, so I regret to inform you that your recall into the service is quickly followed on the coattails of war. Follow me to the Captain's office where we can talk in private."
Sherman briskly walked into Captain Janeway's empty office and sat in the Captain's chair. He directed Jason to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the desk. As soon as he sat down, the door to the office slid closed on it's own.
Sherman:"The following has been reduced from Level 9 to Level 5 classified information which gives me the job to inform you of your new responsibilities. As I'm sure you've heard, General Sin and his three advising Generals went down to Earth for peace talks. The four of them have been reported assassinated along with their 12 body guards. They were accompanied by 4 Leos, 4 Taurus', and 4 Serpents to the Washington D.C. base which defended against an attacking force of a Leo, a Serpent, and a yet-to-be identified Gundam. The Leo and the Serpent have been reported destroyed and the Gundam damaged, but escaped. One of our Leos fell in the combat, but the remaining 11 mobile suits are waging war against the base as we speak. The part that Earth doesn't know is that the Generals are alive and well on L01. We had a hunch that they would be assassinated, but the peace meeting was a necessity for any hope to avoid war. Unfortunately, the four doubles we sent down to conduct the meeting didn't survive... You're going to be deployed soon to lead an attack force on Earth comprising of Leos and Taurus suits with a squad of Virgos to defend you in your Serpent. I'll be maintaining the L02 Colony's defenses in your absence. We are currently planning attacks on three Earth military bases, but the Lake Victoria base in Africa looks like our target. Your orders are to deploy and await further briefing en route to Earth, effective at 2300 tonight. Be ready."

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Jason's face became steel as he listened to his briefing. Not good. And I'm being sent straight into the fire. Better rally the boys. He nodded grimly at Sherman and sighed. The Command Sergeant Major looked tired, and stressed. He had served in the Colonial Marines for a damn long time and Jason sympathized with him, it wasn't an easy job. Things were going to get interesting.

Jason:
"Very well, sir. I'll have the men prepped and ready to leave in 2 hours. If you would be so kind as to direct your adjutant to give me an accurate personnel list I can better manage my troops. You may contact me at any time over my personal comm-link or find me an any of the Mobile Suit bays."

He stood and saluted to Sherman, who saluted back. With a brisk military turn he walked out of the office and back into the lift. He punched the button for the personal quarters and stepped out as the door hissed open, signaling his arrival at the floor. Down the hallway fifty feet and to his right he tapped in a code and the door to his private quarters slid open quietly. He stepped inside the small room and looked around. A small bed hung from the far wall, a computer on a desk to his left and a small locker to his right. Good ol' colony military barracks. He let the door slide closed behind him and he sat on his bad and mused. Things were going to get hot. He sighed and stood and stripped off his dress uniform. Another code to open the locker and eh reached inside and grabbed his pilots combat uniform. His particular one was an interesting crossbreed between piloting gear and tactical combat gear. A black jumpsuit, and over it a stripped down tactical combat vest and gear belt. He slid his M-87 pistol into a thigh holster and checked his equipment. Good, everything was as he had left it. He grabbed his sleek black helmet and closed the locker. No sense in wasting time. He stepped out of his room, gave it one last once-over and closed the door. He leaned into his comm-link pushing the talk button.

Jason:
"This Sergeant Major Hellan to all Leo and Taurus pilots. Prepare for full combat duty, be ready within the hour. Virgo Epsilon unit, you also need to gear up. I will be at bay A1 in five minutes, I expect you all to be prepping when I get there. This is the real deal boys."
He let go of the talk button and walked briskly to the lift, he hit the button of bay A1 and let the lift push him to it. The door hissed open and he stepped out to a scene of feverish activity. Pilots were running to and fro across the bay deck and maintenance teams were running cross checks over the mobile suits. He walked over to the team that had been working on his Serpent. When they saw him they immediately snapped to attention and saluted. He returned the salute lightly and turned to face the lead of the team.

Jason:
"I trust you've done a perfect job? We deploy immediately and if there's any problems with her it'll be your head."

The crewman blanched visibly, turned to his crew and barked orders for them to give the Serpent another checkup. Jason smiled to himself. He climbed the service ladder up to the cockpit then climbed up a few well hidden foot and hand holds up to the top of his Serpent, where h stood perched atop it's right shoulder. He surveyed his men and nodded in satisfaction. They were still sharp as when he left for leave. The personnel list would help him decide who he needed to watch out for on the mission. He stretched and leaned against the missile pod built into the shoulders. He had listened to the new news broadcast over his comm, war was finally here. Funny how quickly things degenerated. He had over a decade of combat experience in every theater imaginable and yet, this one seemed different. Would it be his last war? He had survived Oz, the Gundams, White Fang, the Rommefellers, the Gundams again when he served with Mariemaia. No, he was determined, this would not be his last. This would not be his last war because this would not be humanity's last war.

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The inside of Jason's cockpit began to beep with the sound of his computer panel indicating a direct data feed from the L02 Colony's Military Intelligence Base. High command was sending in orders for the attack and confirmed the location to be the Lake Victoria base in North West Africa. The orders were as follows:
"Sergeant Major Jason Hellan:
High command has seen it fit for you to lead an assault force to the Lake Victoria base in Northwest Africa to open up western Africa for an invasion force planned for the future. You will lead a force comprising of 60 Leos equipped with assault rifles, 60 Leos equipped with Bazookas, 70 Taurus suits equipped with laser rifles, 8 Virgos equipped with Beam Cannons and 4 planet defensers each, and your Serpent. A fleet of 20 armed interplanetary mobile weapons transports will carry you down to the insertion point 100 meters above ground and roughly 1 kilometer east from the base. From here your force will deploy on parachutes and group for an assault on the eastern side through the desert sands at 18:00 hours. Dusk should be settling in on the eastern end allowing you the cover of darkness and the west end still illuminated by light. Satellite scans have discovered 3 pilot barracks, 3 mobile weapons hangers and 2 weapons caches that must be destroyed. A second wave of armed dropships will arrive in the flatland sands 300 yards north east of the base at 19:30 and remain till 19:35. You and your surviving force must complete your objective and board the dropships for extraction by then. The dropships will leave without you if you do not make it.

Updated maps, known armed forces movement, and coordinates will be uploaded at 15:00 hours.
...Expect heavy resistance.
- L01 Military Command"

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Jason snapped his attention to the blinking cockpit lights and he side off the shoulder of his Serpent, down the side and into the cockpit. He slipped into the black cushioned seat and peered at the display. New orders from High Command. He went over the details in his head and then deleted the message after committing it to memory. Deploy by 2300, touchdown at 1730, attack at 1800, vacate by 1920, extraction at 1930. Strict timing was imperative on this mission, he had a five minute window to get his men out and he’d be damned if he was leaving any behind. He brought up the numbers in the roster. 120 Leos, 70 Taurus’ and 8 Virgos. He thought of organization, teams of three, two Leos one Taurus in each team. Teams move in units, five teams to a unit. He would form 12 such units. That would leave him eight Virgos and 10 Taurus’. That would be his team. Place five Taurus’ in a semicircle in front, Virgos behind them, him at the center of the line of Virgos, five Taurus’ to cover his rear. Planet defensers would cover the front and sides as much as possible. Until he had further information that was the best he could do for planning. He rubbed his chin and stared at the screen. This was going to be a hell of a battle. He glanced at the clock blinking to the left of the display, it read 17:10. Just under six hours to deployment. He climbed out of the cockpit, peered out then slide down the boarding ladder to the deck floor. He sighed and leaned into the comm.:

Jason

"This is Sergeant Major Hellan to all active units. Deployment is at 2300 hours. Meet for briefing at 2000 on bridge A1, I expect all pilots to be there. Until 2000 feel free to visit your family or see to other personal needs."

He sighed again and looked sadly out at his comrades. Many would not be there at the extraction point to come home. But he’d make damn sure as many as he could bring would be there. He looked around almost unsure as what to do. He had no family on the colony and his Serpent was in the capable hands of the tech crew. Might as well talk to the men. He began to walk through the deck, nodding at men he recognized, greeting those he didn’t. He came to a stop at a Leo, the pilot was sitting on an ammo crate shaking, his face in his hands. Jason walked over to the man, who upon noticing him attempted to snap to attention, tears streaming down his face. Jason waved him at-ease and told him to sit. The pilot couldn’t have been more then 18 years old, he was barely a boy. He looked at the nametag stitched to his flight suit, it read Sgt. Keller.

Jason:

"What’s the problem? Are you alright?”

Keller:
“I-it’s my first mission, s-sir. I’m not ready, I’ve only been certified in combat training for three months.”

Jason:
“Hey, listen to me. You’ll be alright. Just remember you’re training. I was there on your final exam kid, and you passed with flying colors. You know your way around your Leo quite well… Hey you wanna know something? My first mission I had the jitters like no other, but when it was finally go-time I realized that there was no point in freaking out. I had trained for that moment for years and I was damn sure I was going to do it right. I trust you and I know when the time comes you’ll do your duty just as well as the next man."


Keller looked at Jason and he seemed to have calmed down a fair bit. He stood and squeezed the young pilot’s shoulder lightly then walked away, confident that Keller would be alright. He strolled past row upon row of Leos till he reached the Taurus’. He greeted the commanding officer and began to inspect the troops. They seemed a little more arrogant than the Leo pilots. He supposed it came with the rank, most of these men were low level NCO’s, with a few breaking into the upper pay-grades. He saluted as he walked through the frantic activity of preparing for battle. Finally he came to where Virgo Epsilon squad was prepping. As he walked into view the eight pilots and their support crew snapped to a brisk attention and waited till he had given the at-ease motion. These were his pride, his protégés, the men he had trained personally. He grabbed a crate and sat down as the pilots he had known and worked with for the better part of a decade sat in front of him.

Jason:

"Well boys, you know how this goes. It won’t be easy, it won’t be fun but we gotta do it. Here’s the deal, we’re goin’ in hot, one km. from the target and it’s going to be a scramble. Lake Victoria is one of the most heavily defended bases on Earth and it’s our job to take it out. We have enough forced to eliminate our targets and get out at the allotted time but I don’t know how serious casualties will be. If I go down, for some reason, command falls to Master Gunnery Sergeant Erenbrek. The commander of the Leo contingent is First Sergeant Coprulu, while the Taurus’ are being led by Master Sergeant Arguile. I’ve transmitted your role in the mission directly to your Virgo’s computers and you are to famliarize yourselves with Arguile and his squad."

There was a simultaneous “Yes sir,” from the men when Jason was done talking. When he stood the men also stood and snapped to a salute, which Jason promptly returned. He gave them a deep, hard look and then turned on his heel and walked out. He headed back through the Taurus’ and the Leos to his Serpent and sat down on a crate an checked his watch. 1952. 8 minutes till briefing. Men began to gather around his Serpent and they found seating where they could. A few sat on supply crates, others on the sparse amount of chairs or benches in the area.

By 1959 the area was filled with pilots, who had naturally formed into groups by their rank and MS of choice. Idle chatter filled the air around him and he caught the ends and middles of some conversations. They were nervous, unsure and their confidence level needed to be boosted. He let the hubbub die down before beginning to speak.

Jason:

"I know all of you are nervous, and frankly, I understand, but right now you have to steel yourselves for the battle ahead. It won’t be easy, it won’t be simple but you can bet your asses we’re going to do it and we’re going to do it right. Now listen up. We hit ground at about 1740, and we have a 1 km walk to the target. At 1800 the attack commences. I’m giving us a 20 minutes buffer because I’m sending a third of our forces south of the base as a secondary attack. They will move in at 1800, and the main force will attack at 1810. Force B, the southern force, will steadily commence a fighting retreat directly south drawing away the enemy defense force. Meanwhile Force A will move in through the eastern side of the base and seek out the specific targets. We have eight targets gentlemen, and they MUST be destroyed to ensure the success of the mission. Three pilots barracks, three mobile weapons hangars and two weapons caches. The barracks and hangars are primary targets, the weapons caches are secondary. We have to be out by 1925 sharp. Extraction drops in at 1930 and we have a five minute window to be there and get out. Force B you will charge through the base directly towards the extraction zone, whilst Force A catches any survivors from your attack in their retreat. Timing is CRUCIAL. I will transmit squad make-up en-route to earth, and expect the battle plan to be updated as new information comes to my attention. Lake Victoria is one of the biggest threats to the colonies and if we take it out we’ll be one step closer to securing peace. I know all of you will perform to the utmost of your ability to ensure this attack is a success, because if we don’t succeed then the colonies are going to have one hell of a fight on their hands. Remember boys, we’re fighting for our right to a peaceful existence and to hell with anyone who gets in our way!"

He had a holographic tac-map up displaying the plan as he talked. The two forces were represented by large groups of green triangles while Lake Victoria Base was a simple large red rectangle. The triangles moved and adjusted to imitate the plan of attack and Jason pointed out specific movement patterns. After he had finished there was a stunning silence then applause broke out among the Leo pilots. It slowly rose, like a typhoon of sound until the clapping was a deafening roar. Jason stood and bowed slightly to his men. When the applause finally died down he saluted to the gathered soldiers, who returned the salute in unison. A small wave of his hand dismissed them and the men slowly began to file away. Jason turned and climbed slowly into the cockpit of his Serpent and began to run a cross-diagnostic. The systems check came up 100% and he sat back satisfied. Three hours till launch time. He set the alarm on his clock for 2215 and leaned back in the seat, letting his eyes drift closed. He began to let his thoughts wander to past times. The blue and gold uniform of his Oz days, the burgundy and khakis of his Mariemaia service. And now his black, the black of the colonial military. He drifted off to a fitful sleep as his dreams reflect his angst over the upcoming mission.

He awoke to the harsh beeping of his alarm. He glanced at the clock, 2215. It was go-time, the boys would be suiting up and moving to the loading bays of the drop ships. He grabbed his helmet and snapped it into place over his head, then pulled the harness over his chest and pushed the buckle together, letting it click closed. He gave the signal for the crewmen to clear out, as the warning klaxons for the docking bay doors began to sound, and he hit the button to close the cockpit. The thick neo-titanium hatch hissed shut, blotting out all light save that emitted from his computer panels. His fingers moved across the control panel as he booted up the complex control system necessary for piloting the enormous mechanical engine of war. He gave the joysticks an experimental tap and felt the Serpent move forward. He wrapped his fingers around the joysticks and guided his suit to the edge of the docking bay and looked out into the dark star scattered sky.

Jason:

"Mount up! Everyone’s to be inside their designated carrier vessel by 2235!"

He moved towards the command carrier ship and maneuvered the Serpent inside, where he was greeted by Master Gun. Sgt.Ernebrek and his Virgos. He flashed a green acknowledgment signal at them and let his suit lock into place inside the ship. It was a long ride down to earth from L02.

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