>>6321520
It's been... A long time since you've gone full duty as a ZAFT pilot.

But as you stare at the projected image on the map from the planning room, you are somewhat held in shock at what's being held at stake.

An ORB Satellite Colony is producing Mobile Suit weapons for the Earth Alliance.

This is... Unprecedented, specially with how the ORB union explicitly abstained from participating or endorsing any move over the war.

Pragmatism possibly learned from the subjugation campaign of the south-american federation.

But this could change... A lot, if the intel isn't misleading like the last mission you've been assigned in tandem with the Le Creuset squadron.

>>6321521

>Earlier that day.

You take a look back at your bunkmate's copy of their graduation photo...

Smirking lightly, remembering the exaltation you had felt at finally properly being inducted into ZAFT after...

The Recovery at the last, disastrous end for the Grimaldi Front.

Putting it back by their wall-mount you ready up your green-coat for the day just as the airlock of the bunkbed slides open.

"Ah, Done with your duties, right?" As Amalfi reached up to your side, he too looked over towards the picture frame by his side of the room "Y'know, you could ask Rusty for a Copy, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." The green haired boy looked affably at the daring pose he had for the photograph...

"I'm sure he wouldn't, but, it'd be a bit odd to ask for a copy of a Photo I don't show up in, right?" Nicol gave a shrug for an answer to that one as you slung one arm to the arm-sleeve of your jacket "Margellan hasn't been calling for me, has he?" You ask right ahead as the boy shook their head.

"Not that I know of, The Nemo is currently servicing some passing by MS deployments before we embark to today's mission." Yeah...

That... Is a thing that had happened as soon as you shipped back to the PLANT's.

>>6321522

>July 2nd, CE 70.


The Freikugel, due to damages sustained during the siege and then trap of Endymion, had managed to avoid being redirected into any retaliatory strikes or direct combat.

Although, you wouldn't have known that, your stunt attempting to escape the boiling-hot lunar fortress having not only trashed your Mobile Armour and broke an arm of yours... But knocking you out for the whole month of travel it took to get back to the safety of the PLANT colonies

To say that you did not get a hero's welcome after all the sacrifices and empty promises of the failed front...

It was obvious, the people coming back having been skilled, lucky or both at the same time but nevertheless, no exploit to record within the campsign would ever be spoken of in bright lights.

That applied to everyone... But you.

As you were picked up by none other than Siegel Clyne in a covert manner, Limousine outwardly familiar to your first time meeting the supreme chairman of the PLANT council and-.

Well, He didn't really strike much of a conversation as Margellan roughly grasped by the collar of your trainee shirt "You Asshole! Not only do you manage to get drafted in Zala's power-delusional war-march but almost get yourself killed within it?! The hell would my projects do if the jackass I'm getting my main data from just up-and-died showing off in the damn moon?!"

You weren't exactly fine with it during then. In hindsight, you realize by then Margellan had just revealed he did somewhat care about your well-being...

The limo ride however, did come with new directions by Clyne. After he wanted to make thoroughly sure you still wanted to participate as part of ZAFT after Endymion.

>>6321523

The first of all the Chairman'd say, and in agreement of Margellan's who'd started getting fed up with the bureaucracy of war efforts in regards to his pet projects...

Was that Margellan was planning to step down as Chief Engineer of the whole of ZAFT, being granted a customized Laurasia-class vessel to take as many engineers and mechanics crew he personally could vouch for...

And it was all to support you, as your performance in Endymion spoke rather brightly of your capabilities, doubly so as a Black-Band pilot, the first of their kind within ZAFT's organization, not even done with their training.

And reportedly felling three battleships and most importantly... Being lauded as the instrumental piece behind the dismantling of the Earth Alliance's spatial-awareness corps.

You've heard of a lot of epithets coming from that, most of them some you wouldn't like being refered to because of outright mentions of treason or betrayal in them.

But one did catch your attention, and most importantly, ZAFT's as the standard as an Alliance press-release judged to have been vandalized and published by South-American Federation allies had revealed the fear that the surviving fleets of the Lunar Base had felt after confirming your Red Moebius had destroyed their precious corps.

And Fear hath made them lose their spine, thus, christening you as "Mind-Killer" for all that ZAFT could care.

There were however still, something you had to take care of before reporting ahead to the main meeting the Le Creuset Squad would have upon your arrival to the operation Zone.

>Doing some Maintenance over your GINN, just to be hands-on-sure.
>Grabbing your daily ration from the mess hall, you'd forgotten entirely about it.
>Checking in with Margellan over the Nemo, Surely you'd be allowed the shuttle-time with his permission

>>6321526
>Grabbing your daily ration from the mess hall, you'd forgotten entirely about it.

>>6321526
>Doing some Maintenance over your GINN, just to be hands-on-sure.
Black band, black paint job?

>>6321526
>Checking in with Margellan over the Nemo, Surely you'd be allowed the shuttle-time with his permission