16th January UC 0079
EFS Glide, Magellan-class Battleship
L1, Side 5, Loum
Tell me it’s just a nightmare…
Regaining her consciousness, Sensor Chief Warrant Officer Yukihotaru Misaki groaned wistfully, wishing the whole debacle she went through and witnessed was really just a nightmare. She began to feel the ache throbbing throughout her body especially her head. Great, my first migraine, she thought to herself sarcastically.
Fluttering her eyes open, Yuki squinted through the dimness presented before her. The emergency lightings were on now but it wasn’t enough to illuminate the bridge to look at from where she lay.
“Are you alright, Yuki?” Looking up, Yuki saw the worried face of Gunnery Chief Warrant Officer Somere Rodin behind the faceplate of her Normal Suit.
“I’m… fine.” Yuki replied simply.
“Good.” Somere commented, glad that another of crewmate is still alive and well, “Then you can get up and help us here. The place’s a mess.”
Pushing herself off the floor with the aid of Zero-G, Yuki finds herself in the ruined bridge of the Magellan-class battleship, Glide where she was stationed. The reinforced main view port and part of the forward wall was now gone, exposing the bridge to the vacuum outside. It was lucky that all of them were wearing Normal Suit, and even luckier that they weren’t outright killed by the cannon shot; she had seen many ships going down by the lost of their bridge in a fiery explosion.
The helmsman’s control was gone too and so is the helmsman himself. What’s left of him was a gory ruin under the unexploded 280mm shell that blasted through the bridge. Yuki struggled to hold on to her last meal and turned away from the sight. She remembered now that a big red giant with a single glowing eye had appeared in front of the bridge moments before everything went dark.
“Damn Zeeks, never knew how to make good ordnance, don’t they?” asked Communications Chief Warrant Officer Walter de Fault rhetorically. He was helping the Glide’s Commanding Officer, Major Ethan Nice, up.
“Don’t push our luck than it’s already is, de Fault. I want to save some more of it.” Somere shot back at him.
“How’s the Major?” Yuki interjected.
“I’m fine, thank you for asking, Chief.” The young Major said as he managed to stand straight without de Fault’s help. “We should get to the secondary bridge now and asses the damage and situation. We’re not going to stay here any longer than we should; we’ll have to return to Luna II. How are the crews down below?”
“They reported of heavy casualty, sir and several confirmed dead but we’re good enough to continue operating normally.” Somere replied.
“Permission to speak sir,” Yuki said, raising her right hand.
“We should also look for any survivors out here too, sir. Who knows, there might be somebody still alive out there,” she said, pointing to the void outside the bridge.
“Good idea, Chief. Never would have thought that of myself.” Nice commented, uncharacteristically giving her a thumbs up. “Alright, let’s go then. We have to hurry.”
“Yes, sir!” the three enlisted officers replied in unison.
“You’re worried about him, aren’t you?” Somere asked Yuki as they made their way down to the secondary bridge.
“No,” she hesitantly replied, “I just thought what came to mind.” She said the half truth: she was worried about the person Somere was indicating about. In her heart, she just wished he was still alive after all that.
Nice floats into the secondary bridge after keying open the door, followed closely by the other bridge crew as they head to man their stations. Reaching his command chair, Nice keys in his unique access codes into the command access panel which then activates the secondary bridge’s systems while re-routing all primary controls from the damaged primary bridge upstairs down to the secondary bridge.
“Systems check everyone.” Nice said as he sits into his command chair, “Situation report from engine room?”
“Report from the engine room says they’re currently undergoing repairs on bringing the engines online now. Damage is not superficial and we should be moving in an hour or so.” De Fault replied after consulting with the engine room crew through the ship’s intercom.
Nice digested the information and continued, “Good. What’s the current casualty report after my last query?”
“Five more dead and ten more injured so far after the battle had ended, sir.” Yuki replied, “Combined with casualty during the battle, we’re just barely undermanned.”
“That’ll be fine for now,” Nice assured her, “De Fault, get any personnel not doing anything significant for the ship to help out with the repairs to the engine.”
“Roger that, sir.” De Fault responded before leaving the bridge.
“Alright, Chief,” he then turned to Yuki, “Can you get those sensors up and running and try to trace any survivors out there now?”
“Will do, sir!” Yuki replied enthusiastically before she went of to work.
Within the exposed confines of the cockpit of his FF-S3 Saberfish, Flight Sergeant Zhang Shuhuan did not know what actually woke him up; the question he had unconsciously asked himself or the pain in the small gaping wound in his body. His head hung down, he slowly looked up once again to lay his eyes at the horrendous vista laid before him.
What have they done?
Hours has passed since the largest ever space battle between two opposing space fleets has ended here in Side 5. The largest yet since the beginning of the Universal Century calendar. The entirety of the Earth Federation Space Force navy omitted into a single battle against the Zeon Space Force in an effort to stop another colony drop after the first one that decimated Sydney, Australia, or what remains of it now at the bottom of a bay. Every single unit that could at least move and kill was brought up to even the odds given by Zeon, for they fielded a new weapon that was a monster on the battlefield.
The humanoid cyclopean machine was something almost unbelievable to the eyes of those who saw it. No one yet knows the name of it but already, by the survivors and those who watched various brief footages of it alike, nicknames were thought up in jest and hate: One-eye, Spikey, Zeekilla. Anything just so the next time they saw one; they’ll shoot words, curse, hate and death at them.
But that did not stop them from carrying nuclear weapons however as they did before back on the 3rd of January and now it was here in Side 5, where dreams and nightmares collided in a senseless confusion for all who fought and lived here. The result of countless nuclear weapons fired indiscriminately to kill one another, resulted in the death of Zeons, Federations and civilians alike and certainly not in that order.
The massive conglomeration of colony and warship debris that now litter Side 5 will forever be a testament that nuclear weapons were used here arbitrarily, destroying the dream of peace and Side 5 itself from existence.
All for the sake of a mock independence.
What have I done?
It did not escape his conscience then or forever that he himself had used them too. His own Saberfish was previously outfitted with two nuclear tipped torpedoes he had despised Zeon of using. He didn’t know though if he was lucky enough to get only the two last torpedoes while the others were carrying a full complement.
His first shot using it was fired on its intended targets. Two squadrons of Zeon ships and several of their humanoid space fighters and nothing more, to which he was glad. But his last shot wasn’t as precise as destroying another set target.
He had failed to notice the distance between the advancing squadrons of Zeon ships and the rotating colony cylinder nearby. The distances though great, the ensuing explosion was close enough to create a large fissure in its hull. Growing larger and longer around the colony cylindrical hull until it cracked the colony into two. He did not fail to see the contained atmosphere and its entire content was vented out into the embrace of space.
And after the battle had ended with the full retreat of what’s left of the Zeon fleet, though with high losses on their side as well, Shuhuan felt very much alone in the middle of nowhere. As he continues to lose more blood through his wound, Shuhuan wondered if he is going to die here alone any time soon.
At least he thought he was until his radio crackled to life as a very recognizable and worried voice spoke through the impended static, “This is the EFS Glide to any units out there still alive! Do you copy? Please respond! I repeat~”
Shuhuan fumbled painfully for the radio controls in an instance as if the voice had brought back his spirit and took three deep breaths before replying, trying hard to hide the pain inflicting him.
He spoke into his helmet phone, “This is Saberfish 344, Sergeant Zhang Shuhuan requesting immediate assistance. I’m... I’m wounded and need medical attention stat.”
“Copy that, Sergeant. We’ll make best speed. Just hang in there. We’re tracing you now by your IFF signature.”[b] The voice on the other end replied with hints of breaking down in tears at hearing his voice again. And quietly, she added, [b]“Just hang on, okay, Shuhuan?”
“Uh… um.” Was all he could manage to reply in return before he slumps back in his seat, assured that he’s saved, at least for now.
16th January UC 0079
EFS Glide, Magellan-class Battleship
L1, Side 5, Loum
“What’s the status report on our engines, chief?” Nice queried the chief engine technician through the ship’s intercom, “Will she move?”
“We manage to get the engines back online safely but I reckon its output will be down by half if you don’t mind, sir,” came the reply, “I don’t think the engines will last long under maximum thrust.”
“That’ll be fine for us now, chief and thank you. Just make sure they run well until we get back to Luna II.”
“Count on me and my men, sir.” The chief replied proudly, “We’ll keep her up even if it’ll take us days to get back to the docks.”
“I’m sure you will, chief.” Nice replied before closing the link. Turning towards the bridge crew, he said, “Alright, we’re moving out now. All personnel, to your stations. Once we pick up all survivors in the vicinity, we’ll proceed to return to Luna II.”
With the unfortunate loss of their helmsman, Nice had taken up the task to control the ship at the helm instead, feeling right at home with the controls seeing as how this was where he started before the dizzying promotion brought him up to command a ship instead of driving one.
Corporal Sebastian Rieper lazily stretches his entire frame out in the open without the limited bounds of the MS-06C Zaku II’s cockpit he had piloted. Though it may be dangerous to what’s with all the wreckage that is drifting nearby, he feared none of it and sees the debris as nothing more than an ‘environmental feature’.
After all, no sons of New Koenigsberg fears what the Darkness Without End have to offer in its embrace, even if it kills them.
Rieper stifled a yawn, exhaustion finally taking over him not from the battle he had endured and survived but from the long wait for a ship to come and pick him up. He had already activated his IFF distress signal a long time ago and the passing hours doing nothing was starting to get to him.
Rather than wait inside the cockpit, he decided to step out of it for the first time since the battle had ended. Stepping out of the cockpit’s confinement, he welcomed the battle laced Darkness Without End, where he had fought in.
It was a glorious battle indeed, and he was sure that the Federation space navy wasn’t expecting them to appear from out of nowhere and in numbers. The Zaku II mobile suit was far superior than anything the Federation could throw at them, and several times in heat of the battle, Rieper reveled in the helplessness of the Federation ships and fighters when he and the rest of the 2nd Mobile Suit Corp descended upon them. One day in the future, he would look back to this momentous moment when he and others made a name for themselves.
Despite all that, he was careless enough to ignore the call to retreat, and only when he realized that there was no more chatter from any friendly units nearby did he finally stop to conserve his remaining propellant.
Sighing inwardly of his rather awkward situation, he stood on his Zaku’s right shoulder shield, arms crossed and eyes focus on the remnants of what was Side 5. While the plan for a second colony drop failed, he has to admit that with this much destruction inflicted on the Federation’s once mighty space fleet, it was fine either way and hopefully, they might be able to make use of the weakening to strike again harder than ever.
Where the hell is my pickup!? I can’t wait any longer! He angrily thought in his mind. He was wondering if he’d die of asphyxiation or something worse before a ship can finally come. He still has some spare oxygen tanks however, that would last for days so that was out of the question for now.
Verdammt. Might as well get some sleep, he thought finally. As he made his way back to the cockpit, something moving among the debris caught his eye. Squinting through the debris, he saw clearly a heavily damaged Magellan moving somewhat differently for a wreck through the debris itself. Unsure what to expect, he quickly entered his mobile suit and closes the hatch as he activates the mobile suit’s systems again. Once all systems were green, he quickly set his mobile suit’s sensors towards the general direction of the damaged ship, estimating its position before zooming in on the location.
My, my. Aren’t we a little late to go back to the pen, little sheep? His boredom was fading, seeing the somewhat damaged Magellan-class battleship still functional and slowly cruising through wreckages under its own power. Rieper grinned at the thought of having something to do now that an opportunity shows itself. Resting his scopes back to normal, Rieper maneuvered his Zaku towards the ship, checking his remaining armaments at the same time; the last drum of 120mm shells and the still unused heat hawk.
Rieper’s grin grew into something of malice and determination as he slowly approached the still unsuspecting ship with the intention to sink it just to waste his time even though sinking an injured cow might be a little too degrading, it was better than anything at the moment.
Besides, the ensuing explosion might attract a recovery ship or something.
16th January UC 0079
EFS Glide, Magellan-class Battleship
L1, Side 5, Loum
"Sir, I’m picking up something on the radar...” Yuki stopped for a moment before she suddenly began to panic, "Captain, it's one of those Zeon humanoid units!" Her sensor monitor was displaying a tracked target tagged with a 'Zeekilla'.
"Damn it, I thought there aren’t any more in the area," muttered Nice under his breath, "Gunnery, do we still have any guns available to retaliate with?" he queried Somere.
"We managed to get only two of the fore guns back online but the other than that and the manned AA guns which are still intact, that's all we can use for now. The rest will have to be repaired back at the docks." Somere replied.
"If we do get back to dock that is." Nice commented to no one in particular. "Very well then, all personnel to battle stations. Get all the AA guns manned immediately. Chief, I hope your aim hasn’t degraded since our previous engagement.”
Shuhuan, who had saw the Glide coming saw the abrupt change in its course taken and not long after, its two fore guns came back to life, firing yellow beams at something to the right. “What’s going on?” Shuhuan wondered out loud that his query was picked up by his helmet phone and transmitted to the Glide. Following the firing line taken by the beam fire, he saw what it was firing at.
A still functional Zaku II.
“We have an enemy space fighter approaching our vector still combat capable. We’re trying to take it out now.” Yuki’s voice came over the tacnet.
“Then I’ll help too. My Saberfish can still fight.” Shuhuan told her as he fumbles for the engine ignition.
16th January UC 0079
EFS Glide, Magellan-class Battleship
L1, Side 5, Loum
Because de Fault was needed to help with the repairs down below, Yuki was pulling double tasks of manning her own sensor equipments and the communication instruments as the same time. Hearing Shuhuan’s reply, she hurriedly replied, “That’s a negative! Don’t push yourself, you’re wounded remember?”
“Don’t worry. I’m just sitting in my cockpit, that’s all.” Shuhuan replied over the radio. “There’s nothing else for a fighter pilot to do. Just sit everything out, even in a fight.”
“Shu…” Yuki couldn’t help but grinned and sighed at the pilot’s attempt to joke.
“Don’t worry, you’ll need more than just two guns to take that thing down. It’s better I help, at least that’ll gives us a fighting chance.” Shuhuan said again, serious and determined this time.
Nice, overhearing the conversation makes himself known that he was listening, “Very well, sergeant. Try to distract that unit until we can get a clear shot at it but don’t push yourself too much.”
“Roger that sir.” Shuhuan replied evenly.
“Be careful then. Come back alive, sergeant.” said Yuki over the net.
“I will.” Shuhuan replied. He was trying to start up his Saberfish again but to no avail; the only sound that came was useless whining of the engines. Frustrated, he slams a fist on the control panel, and suddenly, his Saberfish’s engines whines to life and lights flood his control panels. The soft whirring of rocket engines behind him now went from a soft hum to loud roar in an instant.
Shuhuan smiled at his odd luck and the absurdity of it all, but quickly throttled his Saberfish forward to fight again.
Rieper grinned at every single shot fired at him missed as he dangerously twists his Zaku II left and right to avoid them. He was doing very well as long as he avoid coming within the range of their anti-aircraft guns. He flashed suddenly to the left, avoiding another beam fire for the last time as he positioned his mobile suit beyond the turning arc of its fore guns and range of the Magellan’s AA guns.
“Tell my friends in Hell I said ‘hallo’ for me, Feddies.” He slowly said as he aimed his 120mm at the doomed Magellan. Much to his surprise though, his sensors, indicating of approaching enemy unit startled him, causing him to depress the trigger before he could stop himself, and the short burst of 120mm shells grazes the top of the Magellan’s hull instead, much to Rieper’s displeasure.
He turned his sights to an approaching Saberfish space fighter, damaged but still combat capable as proven by the 30mm he is being sprayed at. He shifted his mobile suit to the left and let the Zaku’s right arm shield take the bullets instead, rattling his mobile suit and himself to no end.
“Incessant fly.” he muttered as he maneuvered his mobile suit out of the way as the Saberfish strafe past him. In his still turning position, he took aim at the Saberfish and let off a burst with his 120mm autocannon, trying to shoot it down but only to see the shots miss greatly as the Saberfish made a sharp turn, avoiding floating debris, before realigning its flight path back towards his mobile suit.
“Incessant fly indeed.” Rieper repeated, disgusted at the fact that this lone Saberfish, that might not have been fully combat effective, was distracting him from adding another ship to his kill.
Shuhuan momentarily grabbed his stomach as the sharp pain stabbed him yet again, smearing the already bloodied glove of his with even more blood. Steeling against it, he returned his hand back onto the control stick, just in time to execute a barrel roll to the right to avoid another stream of the 120mm.
“Dammit,” he cursed to himself, “I got to hold on. They’re counting on me.”
“Can you get a clear shot now, Chief?” Nice asked again, as he makes the Glide turn to port where the guns could get a better aim.
“Give me a seconds, sir. Firing solution is almost set.” Somere replied off-handedly. She was straining not only under the fact that she only has two main guns to work with, but that the target is also moving very fast despite forgetting about them. That and the fact that the brave fighter pilot is doing all he can to divert the enemy fighter might not last any longer.
Rieper was roaring angrily in his cockpit. He was squaring one-on-one against the Saberfish far too long now and he only has half of his ammunition left. Unexpectedly, the annoying Saberfish was firing its remaining missiles at him, much to his surprise.
“Verdammt! Why won’t you just die!?” He’s wasting far too much time trying to waste the Saberfish alone. He still has that Magellan...
... and he suddenly remembered what was his previous intended target. Almost on cue, his computer warned him of impending enemy fire and he quickly kicked his Zaku’s thrusters upward to full to avoid the beam fire that almost hit him by a mere meter away.
He didn’t have time to spit an angry curse in the Magellan’s general direction as a sudden explosion rocked his mobile suit uncontrollably.
“Why won’t you move anymore?” Shuhuan asked quietly as he once again tried to start up his Saberfish which has suddenly lost its acceleration after he had launched the last two missiles at the Zaku, hitting directly at its 120mm autocannon. It took him a few seconds before he rested his eyes at the fuel gauge, indicating the Saberfish now has no fuel.
Shuhuan sighed at this unexpected predicament. He felt stupid for not being aware of his fuel level. Luckily, he was in space so running out of fuel might not bring the death of any fighter pilot yet.
Well, he thought, at least that humanoid is taken care off. Not a moment too soon had he said it and suddenly, a bright, red circle suddenly appeared in front of his Saberfish cockpit, flashing as if the mobile suit that had come up close to him itself was in anger at the Saberfish that had made it lost its right arm. Shuhuan was too tired to do anything more, too tired to be shocked, too tired to fight back.
I guess… this is it... was his last thought before the merciful darkness takes him again.
The mobile suit raised its heathawk with its remaining left arm, activating the heat weapon in the process to strike it in full force down onto the Saberfish.
“Now die!” Rieper screamed furiously with glee.
But before he could land the death blow, a single beam fire lanced out from the Glide, striking the weapon arm in an instant, followed by an explosion that rocked both the mobile suit and the Saberfish.
“Hit!” Somere exclaimed ecstatically, after finding her shot had hit albeit a little too close for comfort.
“Keep those guns firing chief because that thing is still there!” Nice pointed out.
“Roger that, sir!” Somere replied before returning to her gun controls for a follow up shot.
Another time, Feddies... Rieper reorients his mobile suit from the explosion and quickly brings himself out of range of the approaching Magellan’s guns. This is a fight he has to run from. Armless, he has no choice anyway.
Rieper turns to look back at the receding Magellan that has come up to the still Saberfish that had pestered him. It is not yet over by far, Feddies. In due course, as long as I’m still alive, I’ll live another day to kill more of you. So don’t think this is the end yet.
Luckily for him, a few minutes later, he received a call from a nearby recovery team that was about to leave the sector.
“Shu!” Yuki was the first one to exit the airlock, followed by a team of medics as they approach Shuhuan’s Saberfish which was already towed onto the Glide’s hull. The mechanics seems to have some trouble trying to pry open the cockpit but succeeded just as Yuki and the medics came up to them. Yuki jumps up to see into the cockpit an unconscious Shuhuan with his blue normal suit soaked red with blood from the wound he had mentioned before in his torso. She gasps and feared the worst as the medics removed him from his seat and brought him back inside while making an on the move check for vitals back into the ship.
“My God he’s still alive!” the medic who was checking for Shuhuan’s vitals exclaimed with surprise, “Hurry and bring him to the operation room. We need to get that wound closed and a blood transfusion, who knows how much blood has he lost with that wound out there.”
Yuki couldn’t express her gladness at hearing it and followed them all the way to the operation room converted wardroom where she stopped and cried. Somere, after leaving the bridge to find her, found her outside the operation room crying and came up to her to give a comforting hug while whispering everything will alright to Yuki.
19th January UC 0079
L3, EFSF Luna II Base
Pinpricks of lights stabbed Shuhuan’s eye through his eyelids as he wakes up from his deep slumber to find the comforting feel of a soft mattress under his body and a permeating warmth that relaxed him greatly from waking up immediately. Somewhere near him, he could hear the shuffling of cloth not of his making and knew that wherever he was right now, he was not alone.
Slowly, and painfully, Shuhuan lifts opens his eyes heavily as if it had not been opened for years, and blinked at the sudden brightness of the light. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he finds that he’s now in a white room, and realized slowly that it wasn’t just any room but a ward room, and the smell of familiar recycled air and medicine quickly brought the name of the place to the forefront of his memory.
“We’re back on Luna II,” a woman’s voice said from the corner of his view, “I’m so glad you’re still alive. I thought you wouldn’t make it.”
Shuhuan shifted his head slowly to the right and saw Yuki in her uniform, sitting beside the bed, her eyes glazed with tears that she was furiously trying to dry with her both her hands in her contained excitement.
“Yuki.” He muttered simply.
“Baka,” she mumbled, her voice now breaking into sobs in between, “You made me so worried back then. I thought I’d lose you after finding you’re still alive after all that.”
“Sorry.” He apologized simply with a weak smile.
“Baka,” She repeated, “Don’t you care about how I feel? Worrying about you!?”
“I’m know.” He replied knowingly. “I’ll be careful next time.”
Unable to contain her emotion any longer, she cried on his chest, to which Shuhuan raises a hand and places it on her head to stroke it and comfort her as best as he can.
“I can’t believe I was out for three days.” Shuhuan commented as he lay in his bed a while later after Yuki had finally regained her composure.
Yuki recounted to him that after the attacking mobile suit retreated, the Glide was able to recover his damaged Saberfish and made best speed back to Luna II, shocking most of the Luna II command with their return when they were previously confirmed lost in battle. They also managed to bring him back for a proper treatment of his wounds.
Shuhuan, was still weak but very much alive after his recovery, which was good enough for her. “It could have been worse. They said you didn’t have any chance to survive at all. You lost too much blood at that time and with the fact you could have been exposed to radiation, it’s a miracle that you’re still alive.”
“Knowing you, you would have quit the army if I were dead,” he told her.
Yuki sighed. “Maybe. But, the war is still going on, and I’d do better helping the fight than just sit on the side.”
“You don’t have to go that far.” Said Shuhuan with a sigh. “I wouldn’t want you to fight just because I died. I don’t want to think how you’d be fighting with hatred or something.”
“Wars can be fought for love too you know.” Yuki said with a pout. “You should be thankful that I’d do it for you.”
In response, Shuhuan just chuckled at that, to which Yuki then stood up to hit him in the arm, despite his injuries.
A knock then came on the door, and it then opens to let Captain Dan Dressier in with his left arm in a sling, and injury he got after surviving the initial strike back in Side 2. He saw the two couple in the act of showing their affection in one of the ways he was familiar with and grinned. “Well, what do we have here.” Dressier chided in, to which Yuki stood stock still and saluted him. “No need to be formal with me Misaki, we’re all friends here.”
“S-sorry.” Yuki apologized.
“And if he can make you irritated like that again, that means he’s fine, am I right, Zhang?” he then asked Shuhuan, glancing at the man in the bed.
“Yes, sir. Thank you for asking.” Shuhuan told him.
“I’m glad to hear that.” It was now did Shuhuan and Yuki notice he was carrying a small blue box on top of an envelope in his right hand. “It’s a bit of a short notice but I really need to give you this as soon as possible when I have the time now.”
He then went around to the other side of Shuhuan’s bed and raised the blue box before Shuhuan. “This is the Blue Wings.” He told him as he opened the box. Inside it was an ornamental medal in the shape of a pair of a dove’s spread out wings with a blue pennant. “I believe you should know that this is an honorary Medal for Merit for willing to risk your life in the line of duty like what you did three days ago. Major Nice brought it up to the upper echelon and we are pleased to give you this honor. You’ve earned it, Sergeant. Or should I say, Second Lieutenant Zhang Shuhuan.”
It took Shuhuan a couple of seconds before the meaning behind the words sink in, and he then struggled to get up to which both Yuki and Dan moved to stop him. “I… I don’t know what to say.” Shuhuan then said instead, eyeing the medal now in his hand.
“Just do your job as you always do, that’s more than enough thanks you can give back. Sorry we can’t make a ceremony out of this but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind, what’s with the war we’re in and all.”
“Understood. I’ll report to duty once I get out of here.” Shuhuan then said with a determined smile.
Dressier nodded approvingly. “You do that. Since my arm is still useless, you’ll be taking command of the new squad we’re in until I can fly again, just to let you know. You think you can handle it.”
“I’ll see to it, sir.” Came the reply. Ever since the war started, Shuhuan felt like a changed man, and that he can do anything now. He’d love to take another shot at Zeon again and now wishes he can get out of here soon.
“Good. Rest well for now, it’s going to be a long year for us.” Dressier said to Shuhuan, before turning to Yuki. “Make sure he stays in bed until the doctors give him the okay.” And with that, Dressier left the two to their own.
This is another rewrite of my first attempt at a fanfic from long ago. I didn’t like how I wrote the first two version of the story and did a few changes here and there, something only those who have read it before might notice.
Sebastian Rieper is a product of New Koenigsberg which is in turn the awesome creation of the creative mind of His Divine Shadow. I would like to thank him here for allowing me to use a New Koenigsberger with his consent and writing the basis of the guy’s personality. You still rock big guy, even if you left IVDVB unfinished.
I also want to thank Zinegata for the cameo of Max ‘Rifle’ Harper from his The Forgotten Fleet saga. Thanks again, wherever you are now.
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