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Struggle for Side 6

Sara shook her head at Camilla's reckless charge. To be honest she found that sort of youthful enthusiasm refreshing. It reminded her a bit of herself, back when she first joined the Zeon forces. Still, Sara was worried that Camilla's eagerness might get her killed one of these days.

"Roger that Debris, moving out and taking shots." As soon as the order was given Sara began to speed away from the enemy suits as fast as she could. She had there location, so now she would try to keep as far from them as she effectively could in order to minimize there ability to aim at her affectively. She began to move erratically to increase her evasiveness and took aim at her first target, one of the GMs with the bazookas. She focused her thoughts, her heart rate steadied and her breathing became rhythmic.

Unlike others who felt most comfortable in battle Sara didn't experience the rush of adrenalin and excitement when in combat. To the contrary, it was only when she was in her mobile suit staring death in the face that she truly felt relaxed. It was hear, in the heat of battle, that she felt something akin to a zen state.

She focused on the GM and fired. The shot was aimed to hit right in the center of the suit, where the reactor was. One solid hit to that from a beam weapon and the suit would explode. You couldn't get much more out of commission then that.

Struggle for Side 6

"Quintzem Squadron, launch and form on me, twelve enemy suits means three a piece. Don't let someone else take your glory, and fight for what you believe in. Ensign Tanzi, launching!" Sara grimaced a bit as the catapult her suit was in began to whine to life. A bit too eager aren't we? She thought to herself. She knew quite well that putting personal glory first was a great way to completely destroy the cohesion of an army. So long as her side won she didn't really care who got the kills.

As soon as her suit was launched into space, she took up position near Tanzi's Rick Dom before immediately beginning a visual scan of the area that the enemy suits were supposed to be in. With the Sniper II's precision targeting system, she would hopefully be able to spot them before they were in sensor range. Once the enemy was spotted she would alert her squad of there location if that wasn't already clear and boost away from the enemy in order to maintain distance, ideally outside of there scanner range, were she could pick of enemy mobile suits with her own one's equipped BOWA BR-S-85-L3 Sniper Beam Rifle. It had twelve shots, more than enough for this mission, but if she did run out or needed to engage at close range, the Sniper II had a pair of beam sabers stored in a recharge rack on the rear skirt armor, that she was more than capable of using effectively. In fact she preferred a second beam saber to a shield for parrying purposes in close combat since a shield could be damaged if it took enough hits.

Struggle for Side 6

Sara was in the hanger, drinking some water she'd snatched from an esky and trying to pretend it was actually beer. Alcohol had helped her forget back in the day, but with the need for combat readiness at all times she couldn't rely on it anymore. She spent most of her time hear, in the hanger, trying to avoid conversation with the rest of the crew and hoping she'd get a chance to sortie out and ironically actually relax a bit for a change rather than mull over her own past and future. She didn't really want to converse with the other crew members, even if she did form friendships despite being an ex TITAN, the mish mashed nature of the crew and there beliefs meant if we somehow did win this they'd probably be shooting at each other before too long, so what was the point. So she stood hear, watching the maintenance of the mobile suits and remembering the people she'd killed.

"All hands, all hands: report to your battle stations immediately, report to your battle stations immediately." Finally, what she was waiting for. She headed for her mobile suit, a GM Sniper II, old and worn with age, but still as reliable as the first day she piloted it. Considered a master piece of design, several pilots still considered it to be the best mass produced mobile suit available when she left the TITANS. These days she would probably have been switched to the Nemo that was based on its design, if this outfit wasn't so strapped for mobile suits. Still it could hold its own, even against more modern designs. "Ensign Tanzi, I need you to scramble your squadron on a defensive sortie; we have 12 Titan mobile suits inbound to the ship in attack formation. Can you make it happen?" And there was the confirmation she'd be going out today. She was soon in the cockpit and checking her systems.

"Quintzem Squadron, please make haste to your suits, don normal suits and prepare for rapid launch. The memory of Zeon demands it." And there it was, the constant reminder of just how close they were to being at each others throats. She shuddered a bit, it wasn't the rhetoric that got to her, that kind of thing had been in every side she'd fought on. No, it was the memory of the last time she'd had an Ensign praise Zeon. The last time she'd herd them say it she was getting ready to defect and begin killing the same people she once called comrades in arms. So was it any wonder that every time Tanzi said something like that, she had to think about the possibility that she might one day kill Tanzi, it wasn't a happy thought in the least. "Double time, you worthless spoiled children of Earth, we've got Titans to deal with!" Sara smiled a little, at least she was upbeat, not like most of the dour sour pusses Sara had for Ensigns before. Though that made the prospect of being on the opposing side from her once again all the more depressing. She turned on her com, "This is Longshot, I'm in the green and good to go."

Struggle for Side 6

Petty Officer Sara Valentine, AEUG Mobile Suit Pilot - RGM-79SP GM Sniper II 'Longshot'
29 y/o, 5'9", Short White Hair, Red Eyes

Sara Valentine had a fairly uneventful life growing up. Born on the colony of Baldur Bay in Side 6 in U.C. 0059, she developed a fascination with the military and its way of life around the time she became a teenager. An interest that her family disapproved of, which of course only made her want to look into the subject more. By the time she was 16 Sara had decided that she wanted to join the military, a real military, not the small self defense force that side 3 kept, or the forces of the Earth Federation who were taking less and less interest in keeping there military up to snuff as the years wore on. When she turned 18 in U.C. 0077, about a month after Side 6 became the short lived Riah Republic with backing from Zeon, Sara ran away from home to join what she considered the only military that was actually being adequately supported, that of the Principality of Zeon. She would later consider this, the worst decision she had made in her life.

She found she didn't have too much trouble being accepted, despite being a foreign national. Volunteers from the Riah Republic weren't too unheard off, mostly those who felt there nation should have severed all ties with the Earth Federation. After basic training she was moved around for few weeks, looking for her particular niche. It was when she was first put in the cockpit of a Zaku I that everything clicked, this was it, this was what she wanted to do. She took to operating a mobile suit like a fish to water, earning her wings quickly, and proving to be very capable pilot. Still despite her success, there were the small hints that she wasn't completely accepted by many of her fellow soldiers, that she shouldn't be hear because she wasn't a true born daughter of Zeon. Still she was happy, and felt a strong commitment to Zeon, that is until the One Year War.

The events that came to be known as the One Week Battle shook Sara to her very core, she had signed up to fight enemy soldiers sure. But starting a war with no warning, the gassing of colonies, the dropping of a colony on earth, it was to much for her. During her first sortie near the end of the One Week Battle, she went AWOL defecting to the Earth Federation.

To her surprise the Earth Federation treated her fairly well, after an interrogation, and a short period of verification, she quickly let into the ranks of there military. She spent the majority of the war, up until after Operation Odessa, with a small squad made up of some of the very few Zakus the Earth Federation had managed to capture. Evan afterwards as the Federation began to have an adequate supply of its own mobile suits, she was given a captured Zaku II, due to her familiarity with piloting Zakus. It was not until the tail end of the war that she was given an Earth Federation built mobile suit a GM Sniper II. Considered a higher end mobile suit then the standard GM, to her it was a symbol of the Earth Federation actually trusting her.

Sara stayed in the Earth Federation military after the end of the One Year War, but began to feel somewhat anxious. Slowly she began to realize that she actually missed seeing active combat, a fact that part of her took no small disgust in. Still with the war over, there was really nothing to make of it. That was until U.C. 0083 and the events of Operation Stardust. Jumping at the opportunity to see active combat once more, she quickly joined the newly formed Titans. She would later consider this, the other worst decision she had made in her life.

During her stay with the Titans, she was mostly given defensive and search and destroy missions against Zeon remnants. But as the months went by she began to notice what appeared to be a marked distrust in her fellow Titens, maybe it was the way she seemed to never be privy to the events of peacekeeping missions, or the fact that she was never offered a newer mobile suit despite her experience, but things seemed to be amiss.

The Colony 30 Incident was what finally did it, bringing back memories of the One Week Battle, she felt like she was in the same position as then, only this time there was no better side to defect to, at least not yet. So she kept her opinions to herself and soldiered on, grateful that she was never assigned a "peacekeeping" job, until U.C. 0086. When word of the newly formed AEUG reached her ears she took the first chance she had to defect, for the second time. Of course she was met with suspicion and hostility, but she was used to that by now, and she didn't need the AEUG to trust her in order to fight for them.

2 years later she now finds herself assigned to a squad in the last place she wants to be, her old home colony of Side 6.