Donald realised the mistake of getting the wrong personnel. The lack of sleep did wonders on him, making him think someone lower is a superior officer and ORB OMNI. "Sorry, Richard." He apologised. "We didn't anticipate an attack here at all." He tried to justify the actions of his superiors. It also turned out that there are more ORB pilots using Earth Alliance equipment, raising more of his concern but he needed some sleep over them all. "Where can I find the captain of this ship?" He asked embarrasingly. "I need to give my updates as I may be one of the few highest ranking officers left."

"Well the Captain wants to meet with all the men and women who piloted a mobile suit of the GUNDAM class so I'm just waiting until someone sends for me." Richard said patiently as he leaned on a railing. "So Donald was it? Have you ever looked at these suits and wondered what type of person would have made these things and what they were made for? They're weapons of course but the ingenuity behind them makes them a real wonder to behold." Richard replied to Donald as he pointed out Blitz, Strike, and Calamity as they stood close to each other. "As for OMNI making this attack...I think you got the wrong idea brother. We're not saying you attacked us we're saying that you're responsible for the attack being placed here. This island is just a small naval port hell this city is only a couple of years old. Before that it was just a military base and a rarely used one at that. It was constructed when the Prestons said that they should urbanize the areas more. So why would someone attack us? The answer is those prototype suits my uncle talked to everyone about over the communications line." Richard rationalized and repeated what his fellow men had told him about before he had went off on his stroll to this ship. He had spent the night on this ship but went to talk to his uncle at the man's request but it was only exceedingly brief. He would have time to talk to the man later if possible. "So back to my question what do you think was the idea behind these suits? And so far so you think that idea has been realized or has it backfired horribly?"
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The man standing before Milya was none other that Stan Stone whom looked at the girl with a tired gaze, "I'm glad you survived....we lost to many men and women in that assault. It was...brutal and unorthodox but I'd say whoever staged it got their work done." Stan said informally to Milya as he motioned for her to follow him. "This sea of blue is stained red with the blood of ORB's soldiers....I regret that it had to happen but what has happened will definitely change the war as we know it. Buster, Raider, Forbidden, and Red Astray Prototype were all stolen. Gold is assumed stolen and for whatever reason Blue Astray is still in our hands as if the mock us. I believe that-.....never mind I'm shoving my mental baggage onto a injured woman....are you alright Miss Milya? I hope that you aren't scarred one way or another from these events....If it makes any difference I had a nephew here in this assault....he saved Calamity Gundam and killed an enemy ace it seemed." Stan stated trying to bring the grim situation to a different angle as he walked with Milya along the coast line.

A deep sleep was just what the doctor ordered. It was just so perfect for him, almost too perfect. His body and mind at one with peaceful slumber. Then what always seems to happens to when he needs it least happens. His cell phone rang and caused him to wake a little too sudden for any sane person. Didn't bother looking at who was calling was him, anyone that did call him knew exactly who they were trying to get in touch with. At least thats how he saw it with ORB.

"Yeah... This is him... Alright, what do you want...? Fine, I'll be there." This was a conversation that he knew was going happen but really hoped that it was going to. The medical center was calling, asking him for his help. He was a better than most when it came to field medicine, but no one would confuse for the best by any stretch of the imagination. Even knowing that was going to happen didn't mean he was going to happy or wanted to do it.

Still he got up, got up and did all that he was supposed to do. When he got to the medical center it was a mad house. It didn't take him long to roll up his sleeves and and start trying to find the CO. Grabbing a random passer by he was pointed to the back area. The sights on his way to the back were hard to see, Ace could not see away that half of these people were going live. From major head injuries to missing limbs. There was no surprise that even he was called into this mad house.

"Sir, Petty Officer Augustus Magnusson reporting in. I was called for back up and to aid the with treating the wounded. Where do you want me to start? I can do most anything in terms of a field medic." While all mandatory actions were met, it was easy to see that Augustus wasn't all that excited to be there. Maybe something worthwhile would happen to change his attitude but it was unlikely.

"Simple Mr. Magnusson we need you to help move some people and tie some bandages. No offense to you good sir but these men were shot by gun fire. We need skill combatant surgeons however that doesn't mean we don't need minor medical attention and people to pass medicine and clothes and other assorted items from person to person. In short nurse duty but nurses are important. DON'T screw up and make sure everyone is doing well. Also if there is anyone new coming in, we're still looking for scattered bodies, so don't be surprised if anyone new comes in with a day old gunshot wound. Fucking mercs....of all the places they attack us." The doctor said as he turned back to deal with a man who was suffering from a half blown off foot and went to work almost immediately. However on his way away from the doctor he bumped into the familiar sight of Toyo Edo. "HEY you're that cranky old guy Satsuki went off to shoot mercs with aren't you? Well it's nice seeing your alive!" Toyo said hurriedly as he looked about back and forth as he held tightly to a bundle of bloodied bandages.

"How dare a milirty group attack a military installation with highly advanced prototypes that change the war. How dare they do the same thing anyone would do." He thought to himself as the doctor ramble on. Like it or not those suits were decent enough provocation for a military strike. Still he had a fun filled day of patching wounds and broken limbs to look forward to. "Nothing like screams of dying men and women to get the blood pumping." Another silent thought, another thought best kept to himself.

As he walked away he saw a kid talking to him. He wasn't sure what he said but he heard the words "old guy, Satsuki, shoot mercs with." His response was as anyone would expect, confusion. "Kid I'm pretty sure that LT is older than I am. I also don't remember her shooting but one person. I think you're confusing me with someone else." The confusion and his calm, yet confident voice all seemed to work in concert

Arsenio rested his chin on the table among the scattered Jenga pieces and grabbed his head in mild annoyance while Mizawa gave his spiel. Arsenio just considered himself lucky that all he was getting was another lecture and not GG withdrawal round two. But ultimately, he understood where Mizawa was coming from; Mizawa was a man of ability, ability that he had demonstrated to achieve his position. However he needed to keep demonstrating that ability to those that judged his performance, and a great deal of Mizawa's performance hinged on Arsenio's ability and performance. Arsenio knew what it was like to be hindered by others, whenever he had to do group operations with 'normals' they slowed him down. Well, Arsenio wasn't a 'normal' and he'd be damned if he slowed anyone down. "I understand, sir." Arsenio said quietly. he said no more, anything else he added would be but an excuse, and this wasn't the time for excuses. Perhaps Mizawa might feel the simple sincerity in those words, but even if he didn't, the words weren't important. All that mattered, all that would ever matter, was ability, and the demonstration of ability.

An OMNI guard came to the door, "Dr. Mizawa, ORB military is planning to gather all those who piloted the prototypes during the last skirmish for an interrogation, do we comply?"

"Oh I'm sorry man there's a lot of old people here who are a lot older than they look. I mean Satsuki-San looks like she's in her early twenties! One would never figure she's one of the most experienced women here by just looking at her!" Toyo said as he moved around Augustus and put down the bandages by a nearby crate full of them. "Never mind who shot what it doesn't matter at this point we're medics now we gotta do our best to help these people!" Toyo said smiling but his eyes were indeed depressed. He was doing all he could to keep up a solid demeanor or at least that's what it seemed as the boy rushed off to do his duty.

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"If only these god damn officers on this ship shared your ability to 'understand' Arsenio....It isn't ORB you BOOB of a soldier it's US that's gathering all of 'em up! We got some of ORB's highest ranking officers wanting to talk to them so stop talking to me and go find SOMEONE!" The scientist said sourly and in great annoyance to the man as he closed the door in his face and turned back to the boy, "So then did you see who stole the suits? You were in the damn withdrawal when I asked you the first time and clearly you didn't hear me so I'll ask again...who stole the suits? Was it really mercs or was it some sort of para military ZAFT group? Because those damn plans are pretty expensive you know that correct!? Only someone who knew how to active the suits could have gotten them out without a giant crane....it makes no sense how did these damn plans leak!?" He questioned himself and the boy at the same time pacing back and forth.

"If I killed that kid myself, I'd be doing this G-d damn place a favor." Augustus said quietly to himself, half way hoping no one would hearing, the other not really caring. "Find out how her arm is doing and let me know when you get the chance!" Augustus shouted of the cries and moans of the injured. There was little doubt in his mind that kid wasn't the type to follow through on the request. The kid seemed to still have some hope. It was a nice change of pace from the thoughts that rambled on his head. Still people were dying and the groans of injured was everywhere, now was not the time to contemplate hope.

Augustus went to work, acting as a medic. With gloved hands he went on about his day, oblivious to the time of day stitching the wounded and passing on those he couldn't help and passing on those that he knew wouldn't make it. Experience taught him what wounds could be mended and those that can't. It wasn't his job to comfort or ease the pain of those that wouldn't make it. Patch whom he could heal, and leave those who couldn't. That was his frame of mind, to him this wasn't a time to get emotionally attached to them. Most of them would more than likely die. This was war and its cold hard effects. They're effects were gruesome and unwanted, but in some sickening way it was his home. It was where he felt the most comfortable. How damaged must he be for a statement like that to be true. Thoughts best left for another time to ponder, thoughts best left for when the bottle was readily at hand.

"I'm glad you survived....we lost to many men and women in that assault. It was...brutal and unorthodox but I'd say whoever staged it got their work done."

The man had a tired look to him as he gestured for her to follow him. She jumped a bit at the gesture, unexpected as it were, but followed him obediently.

"This sea of blue is stained red with the blood of ORB's soldiers....I regret that it had to happen but what has happened will definitely change the war as we know it. Buster, Raider, Forbidden, and Red Astray Prototype were all stolen. Gold is assumed stolen and for whatever reason Blue Astray is still in our hands as if the mock us. I believe that-.....never mind I'm shoving my mental baggage onto a injured woman....are you alright Miss Milya? I hope that you aren't scarred one way or another from these events....If it makes any difference I had a nephew here in this assault....he saved Calamity Gundam and killed an enemy ace it seemed."

"O..oh." It was a quite a pickle for her now. What was she to say exactly? What was the response he was hoping to elicit from her? Congratulations? Wouldn't that be like spitting the faces of the dead people he had just mentioned? Milya fidgeted about for a moment before saying the only thing she could think of, putting on her usual smile. "Is he alright now?"

She was getting rather conscious of herself sweating now, and the uncomfortable feeling of her tank top under her jumpsuit starting to stick to her.

"It's me of course I'm not going to die in some random surprise attack. I wouldn't be me if I wasn't ready for almost anything. Of course I didn't see it coming but I expected some sort of attack on the suits somewhere in transit. The enemy would be a fool to let these things get by." Stan Stone said confidently as he pounded he chest with false bravado and a chuckle. "I'll give them this whoever it was sure was well armed and had drilled their men properly. If they are the Somalian Pirates then they must have bought a man who knew how to train troops....however if the reports we're getting in first some of them were Ex-ZAFT. Reports are sketchy though and it could just be bluster." Stan said cryptically as he walked along. "Relax until we go to the Lucifer there is no real ranking and profiling here. Consider this off the clock and speak freely with me. ORB Is meant to be a free place even if it turns to hell." Stan continued on as he came upon the docks finally in the water there was still some blood floating around the edges of the docks and some stains were clearly there. The blood had been cleaned up but only for a cursor glance. It was there just well hidden. "Yeah the boy is alright. Believe it not he's only in his early twenties and he has shown more skill with a suit more than half the kids his age. He's a real soldier that one....but my question is-hmmmm is that? Hey you there are you ok?" Stan asked a woman who was sitting on the docks casually and looking into the ocean. The woman sighed and turned her head, "Hm? Oh hello there Mr. Stone and aren't you...." The woman was Satsuki Makunouchi who's clothes were covered in bandages and or torn were stray bullets had gone. Her eyes were a mixture of confusion and fortitude. "Ah hello Satsuki didn't recognize you for a moment sorry about that. I'm glad to see you survived." Stan said almost too casually as if he was only mildly glad to see the woman if at all. "So much pain....so much suffering....I....I-damn it. So many lives lost and for what? Some hunks of specialized metal..." Satsuki simply couldn't hold in her frustration anymore. "How many people died yesterday simply because of this project!?" Satsuki said angrily at not just Milya or Stan but she also aimed it at herself. "If only I didn't...if ONLY I could have protect more people....so much suffering and pain. I was born here and was raised to believe that all men and women are equal until they show they aren't. I understand why this has happened but why was it worth the lives of so many people." Satsuki said angrily but hid her face in his bandaged arms. "I'm a failure as a protector of the people...." Stan simply didn't say anything and looked at Milya as if to say, 'Hey if you want to try to console her go ahead. I'm not cut out for that sort of thing.'

Donald returned to look at the Aegis. "I think these suits were made with hopes of changing the tide of the war as seen with other weapons in history." He explained what he thought to Richard. "We had a rough start with that attack but once JOSH-A receives them, Earth will stand a chance against ZAFT. With how I was able to fight off some of the GINNs with the Aegis there can be hope but we can only comment after the end of the war." The lieutenant had a jaded stance in the war, understandable as he did fight in the frontlines in battles where OMNI is slowly losing. He got out a box of cigarettes but found it empty.

"So much pain....so much suffering....I....I-damn it. So many lives lost and for what? Some hunks of specialized metal...How many people died yesterday simply because of this project!?"

Milya flinched visibly at the outburst. She had worked on the project herself, fitted in those fiddly parts by hand, suffered several cuts and minor injuries building the G project's MSes. To say she had poured her blood, sweat and tears helping to make those Gundams weren't that far off. The very same MSes they tried to steal, killing a lot of people in the process.

"If only I didn't...if ONLY I could have protect more people....so much suffering and pain. I was born here and was raised to believe that all men and women are equal until they show they aren't. I understand why this has happened but why was it worth the lives of so many people. I'm a failure as a protector of the people...."

"..sorry.." was all Milya could manage to say. averting her eyes so as to not meet Satsuki's. It was getting rather awkward very fast, but she can't run out just like that, not when she was with Stan.

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"If only these god damn officers on this ship shared your ability to 'understand' Arsenio....It isn't ORB you BOOB of a soldier it's US that's gathering all of 'em up! We got some of ORB's highest ranking officers wanting to talk to them so stop talking to me and go find SOMEONE!" The scientist said sourly and in great annoyance to the man as he closed the door in his face and turned back to the boy, "So then did you see who stole the suits? You were in the damn withdrawal when I asked you the first time and clearly you didn't hear me so I'll ask again...who stole the suits? Was it really mercs or was it some sort of para military ZAFT group? Because those damn plans are pretty expensive you know that correct!? Only someone who knew how to active the suits could have gotten them out without a giant crane....it makes no sense how did these damn plans leak!?" He questioned himself and the boy at the same time pacing back and forth.

Arsenio processed Mizawa's questions, while still sitting at the table, his chest plopped onto the table and gripping his head in his hands. Being obsessed with games, Arsenio tried to apply some game theory to the problems. "I saw authentic ZAFT soldiers pretending to be pirates." Arsenio replied, paused, then continued, "I saw authentic ZAFT soldiers pretending to be rogue ZAFT soldiers. Basically, I saw authentic, official ZAFT soldiers pretending to be anything but authentic, official ZAFT soldiers. Who do I think attacked us? ZAFT, official and proper; not pirates, not some paramilitary organization, not some rogue squad. ZAFT thinks it can avoid the consequences of attacking a neutral nation by pretending 'someone else' did it, but if our leaders are still considering our options, then maybe the dumb plan actually worked. As for how the plans got leaked, I think better questions would be, 'who leaked the plans?' or 'did we get hacked?' There should be some way of finding if we got hacked and if there is no evidence of such, then someone's been selling our secrets. A ZAFT spy, or perhaps a war profiteer? I say let the witch hunts begin!"

It never seems to amaze Senior Petty Officer Augustus Magnusson just how draining it was to be a medic. He couldn't fathom how the corpsman did it. Only a couple of hours into this day and he was already read to sleep for a couple of days. He hadn't kept a count of how many men, women and children he had stitched up but he knew it was way too many, even for his tastes.

After a little break where in he laid down and blocked everything out and for that moment. For that moment, it was almost peaceful, almost enjoyable. He really needed to do this more often. After his break he went back to stitching. What he found on his next bed was somewhat shocking to say the least. He never expected to see a face from his past in a place like the United Emirates of Orb.

One of his old buddies from his OMNI days. This old buddy of his brought back a flood of memories, from the days of bloody field work, from the days where he was just a mediocrely paid wetwork agent. It bothered him to say it but he really missed those days. As sad it was, they were happier times. He still had a girlfriend back then, one that would become a wife. A Wife that could have done a lot of good in his life, that could have changed him for the better.

This friends name James Harper, Jim for short. Jim and Ace served on many of the same Task Forces. They had lived and bleed together. They also killed together, a lot. Jim was splayed out on a cot, two bullet holes in his arm and a giant gash on his head. "Jimmy, my old friend how are you?" Augustus said with a jaunty smile. Jim let out a laugh between the groans of pain that were constant. "Oh Mags, I'm just on a vacation. Spending time with the kids and wife. You know living the dream." Augustus smiled for the first time in a long time.

"What are you doing in ORB? Won't OMNI be pissed that your slumming with the likes of us?" Augustus said sarcastically, his eyes focused and locked on to the task at hand. "I defected a few weeks ago. My family first them me. I traded some intell on a couple ops we ran after you left." Jim's face was contorted in pain from the wounds, stacking on to it was the fact that he had someone digging a needle and thread into his hand. "Stupid time to leave if you ask me." Augustus retorted. "I'm about done with your head. Did you dig those rounds out or are they still there?"

"Still there, after I got shot once or twice I ran home to be with my wife and kids. Maggie sends her love, she wants to have you over for dinner sometime." Jim tried to smile, he knew the rumors about Augustus but never asked. Losing a wife would be hard on any of them but for some reason it was rougher on Augustus than it should have been. "She was always a sweet one. If not a bit stupid." Augustus responded very quickly.

"We've heard a lot of rumors about you being unstable and drunk all the time." James Harper said with a softness in his voice that was really heard in men of their profession. "Just Mack running loose in my head. I'll be alright one day." Augustus said as he tied the last stitch closed. Jim sat up and pulled his shirt to his mouth. "You're so full of shit Augustus. Brother we are here for you if you need us. Now cut the shit and dig the G-d damn bullets out before they shoot you in the head for having a knife." Jim Harper only got one response as he shoved his shirt in his mouth and braced himself for someone to start digging around his arms. "Aye Captain." Augustus said somewhat solemnly, it wasn't hard to see just how right Jim Harper was.

As Richard Stone and Donald conversed together they were interrupted by a pretty black haired young woman who was wearing a uniform from OMNI. She was ranked as a warrant officer and the uniform was practically spotless. She smiled at them and saluted politely, "Warrant Officer and Helmswoman Mia Pavelachenko at your service!" She said as Richard had to force himself not to try and not sound stupid to the girl who flew this giant freaking ship. After he introduced himself (and Donald if he hasn't met Mia) Mia nodded, "I heard about you piloting Calamity did you know that suit is a artillery type? How the heck did you handle it in close combat?!" she asked him in wonder at what a pilot like him was capable of at which Richard shrugged it off casually, "Luck with a whole lot of know how and some wonderfully timed dodges I suppose. I wished I had the whole deal with me I could have actually stopped them. The whole design of Calamity was different but at the end of the day it's still a mobile suit and is sure to have similar controls to other machines I've been inside of. Now if you don't mind me asking Mia why are you down here?" Richard asked her as she erased her smile and immediately got to business, "I was ordered to bring you and the good doctor down to the meeting hall. The Captain wants to speak with you." Mia told them as Richard nodded, he expected as much from the captain. "Alright then lead the way Mia...oh wait Donald do you have anything you want to ask Mia or whatever before we head down there? I don't think we should split up otherwise Mia might get in trouble for it." Richard said as Mia smiled and thanked her for his consideration.
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"It's not your fault Milya. It's no one's fault but the people who did it. I will make them pay for what they did someday. And I'll do it in my own way. As a soldier and a woman I promise I will avenge my comrades." She said patiently as Stan nodded and grunted, "You're overly dramatic if you want revenge then seek it and get over yourself. Go help your friends aren't you missing your pal Yuri? I heard from an officer he was last seen with you." She looked at Stan with anger and disgust but also a notch in her eye that said 'you're right but I don't want to admit it.' as she actually said, "I'll go do that in a bit...I need time to think some more." Stan humored her and grabbed Milya by the wrist and pulled her along. "Alright don't turn into a cry baby now just because that young miss over there is pissed, rightfully so, at the enemy. Let her steel resolve show you that you need to be a woman about things and show'em what you're made of. And don't forget you're not going to get in trouble if you feel bad about it too it's not like I can revoke your man card." Stan said as he continued to walk along towards a car, "We're going to the Lucifer if you need to wrap things up here now's the time. We got some big cheeses to talk to."
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"There's not a doubt in my mind you're right kid reports say they were way to organized to be a some para-military group. They WERE a military group with god damn mobile suits. I don't care if what they say about reports of a ZAFT shipment of GINNs being hijacked what would a warlord do with suits he can't pilot....but at the end of the day all the recovered corpses are either Ex-ZAFT or listed as mercenaries of various parties or even henchmen from Africa who have a history with said the aforementioned war lords....I think I know what they're planning...at least that's what I think they're going to do. But your little brain can't handle my heightened level of thought you just are a boosted man not a genius. Now come along little boosted man we got to go meet the nice captain." Mizawa said boredly as he pushed up his glasses and adjusted the that hung loosely from his pants. "Oh and as for a witch hunt....don't think I'll even HESITATE to throw your ass out if you start murdering random OMNI personnel. There's a point you don't cross but don't worry we'll find out if there was indeed a spy still among us...if I were a spy I'd stick around and then take the first trip out of here to the safest OMNI location or ZAFT area. But that's just it how smart are these damn 'pirates'." Mizawa asked himself as he led the boy out of his room and down the corridor.
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"Hey there was a call just in someone named Augustus Ace needs to report to the front of the district immediately. You're presence is being requested by Doctor Stone of the Science Division of ORB." Called one of the doctors as he repeated himself thrice over.

Jim Harper let out a chuckle in between the moans of pain. "People are still getting your call sign and real name mixed up. Both suck by the way." Augustus's only response was "Friends like you who needs enemies?" He dug out the last of the bullets and went on to shoutout. "On my way!" Augustus wiped his hands on a once clean rag. "Clean yourself up Jim, you're bleeding on my table. I'll... I'll swing by sometime tonight. After I get done with whatever bitchfest these have in store for me." Augustus said a little defeated. "We'll see you then." Jim said with a little

After getting cleaned up and changed into a new and clean uniform. He sallied forth to find out not only who this Doctor Stan was but he wanted with him. Another ass chewing from someone he offended somehow was always likely. It wouldn't be the first time nor was it going to be the last. It always put a sour taste in his mouth ever that happened. If he's offended someone, he would like to atleast see them once or twice or get it right from the source of the offended and someone two or three levels up who doesn't care or doesn't know. Still he reported to the office of Doctor Stone of the Science Division of ORB.

She didn't want to be there for much longer, but there was still her obligation to follow Stan, as well as her duty to show up and be interrogated later on.

"Alright don't turn into a cry baby now just because that young miss over there is pissed, rightfully so, at the enemy. Let her steel resolve show you that you need to be a woman about things and show'em what you're made of. And don't forget you're not going to get in trouble if you feel bad about it too it's not like I can revoke your man card." Stan said as he continued to walk along towards a car, "We're going to the Lucifer if you need to wrap things up here now's the time. We got some big cheeses to talk to."

Milya just waved goodbye to Satsuki, and entered the vehicle. She was getting a bit annoyed at the man now. Of all the choices of words....

In any case, she entered the vehicle, going down to the Lucifer to meet whoever it was that was supposed to be questioning her and the others. Maybe there was a name mentioned when they told her she was supposed to meet him or her, but she wasn't exactly in the mood to really listen.

Donald returned a salute to Warrant Officer Pavelachenko and returned his cigarette box to his pocket, his initial disappointment pushed away. There was finally an OMNI personnel after a day. He was also thankful for Richard to give him time to ask a question. "Actually there is a question for the Aegis Mobile Suit I used yesterday." He asked as there was time for questions. "My experience is only limited to fighter jets and Mobile Armour so I am left at a disadvantage unless I know what I'm working with." He had another look at the Aegis and remembered the other pilots, possibly meeting them later. "Other than that I have no more questions. I'm ready to meet the captain of this ship." He told her.

As Stan Stone waited for Augustus to finally arrive after he had to get redirected towards his car once more after apparently almost going to his officer, god knows why, he said the front of the god damn district, he got into the car and sat shotgun to the driver whom was an OMNI soldier. The other two, Milya and Augustus, were seated in the back of the four person car. "Sir it's an honor to meet the 'Mad Doctor' of ORB." the soldier said to him as he started the car and started to drive off to the other side of the island. "Don't be so formal boy I'm not that impressive if you knew me better you'd probably spit in my face." Stan said chuckling to himself as the soldier insisted it was truly an honor to meet the man responsible for such advancements in military technology. "I suppose you heard my broadcast to all military personnel about the gundams right? Well guess what those two back there are pilots of Blitz and Strike respectively....at least for a day." Stan said smiling to himself as the soldier chuckled, "You got to pilot prototype OMNI Suits but you're from ORB....whatever it must have been a miracle that you managed to work the things." the soldier said to them as he focused on driving.

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"I'm not sure what you're talking about I'm just in charge about getting these two from place to place but I guess you can ask the captain for a manual of the thing. But I haven't received any word of you being the official pilot of Aegis." Mia said as she cocked her eyebrow at the man unsure about what exactly the man wanted from her. "I'm not authorized to say anything more about these things hell I only know they're secret and that they're pretty advanced compared to the mass produced daggers." Mia continued as she shrugged unsure if she helped at all. "Well I'll lead the way...." she said as Richard took one last look at the machines and followed her to where the captain was waiting."

Augustus leaned against the passenger side window. When the good Doctor finished his speaking. He raised a slack hand one finger erect. "I'm Blitz." He looked at women sitting next to him, a young and attractive girl, around his age he thought. "She's Strike, I don't care who you are kid. Doubt she does as well. Why am I here, why is... She here and where are we going?" There was more than little irritation in his voice. If he was going to interrogated about what happened that day he would much rather get it over with now rather than later.

"If I am going to be interrogated I'd like to get it done now and receive my condemnation for killing those five guys and not taking them alive. It was a viable option at the time but it was by no means the safest or wisest for me. They were ZAFT and no pirates. I can't prove but I've been shot at by both and I know the difference. They were too well equipped and organized to be pirates. OMNI is stupid but not stupid enough to come after their own suits. Not when they can stomp their feet and get them back at any time." He drew a long breath and sighed. "Did I leave anything out?" The irritation was still there.