they come! Everyone look sharp!"
Flint Hobten looked at the monitors which covered the walls of his Mobile Suit's cockpit, currently showing the outside world in the ghostly green tones of infrared night vision. His Suit, an old J-type
Zaku II, stood as part of a guard unit around the temporarily captured television station which Captain Graf was making his address from. Light vehicles which had carried the ground troops for the operation were parked just inside the gates.
They were scheduled to finish up and leave any minute now.
Of course, the ZOINKS was about to hit the fan, slightly earlier than anyone had expected.
Three large thermal signatures were plodding along toward the TV station, along with a few smaller ones, presumably Mobile Suits and light vehicles carrying ground troops. "I see them! Hasn't the Captain finished his speech yet?"
"He should be just getting done with it! But this could get ugly real soon.""Lieutenant Flint, how're things going out here?"
Flint looked down to see the strike team quickly moving out of the building and piling into their vehicles. Captain Graf stopped and gave a salute up at Flint and the others.
Flint saluted back with his Mobile Suit, turning back to the approaching enemy forces.
"You should get moving, sir, we have several heat signatures approaching fast. Light vehicles and Human-type Mobile Suits by the looks of them.""Thank god the Federation doesn't watch the news as much as they should, or they would've been all over us much sooner. Good work standing guard, Lieutenant, now let's make a strategic withdrawal, shall we?"
The Captain smiled and climbed into one of the Sauropeltas
parked outside. The group of jeeps pulled out of the parking lot and sped away down the road.
The voice of one of Flint's wing-men came over the comm."Sir! Enemy Mobile Suits confirmed and within range!"
Flint's hands tightened on the controls of his Zaku, and he turned to face the enemy troops. His 120mm machinegun dropped down to his hip, at the ready to fire.
"Acknowledged. All units, suppressing fire! Light 'em up!""Roger!"
The muzzle-flash and noise from three high-caliber auto-cannons, each wielded by a Mobile Suit, lit up the night and shattered windows in the TV station below. One of the GMs stumbled and fell, and the other two stopped moving. Several vehicles flared and halted as well, their gasoline engines blazing.
Letting the other two Zakus keep laying down a curtain of fire, Flint reached down and withdrew a Sturm Faust
rocket from its hip storage mount. Aiming, he fired at one of the GMs, splitting the pinned-down Mobile Suit into two pieces at the waist.
Reaching for his other rocket, he turned to see the other GM slowly breaking away under cover of its shield. Hurriedly, he aimed and fired, but the enemy Suit threw the shield at the warhead and managed to slip into the jungle.
Flint cursed, searching the trees. "Jims" were fast, and as a matter of course, Zeon pilots didn't like to lose track of their targets."AHH!! L-LIEUTENANT!"
One of the other two Zakus stumbled back, its head sliced off by the glowing length of a Beam Saber. The GM had burst from the jungle, and was about to administer the killing blow to its quarry. Reflexively, Flint turned and let loose with his machinegun.
The GM stumbled, but wasn't seriously damaged. Turning, it flashed its green visor menacingly, running at Flint instead. It weaved from side to side, dodging Flint's machinegun fire.
Flint cursed, igniting his Heat Hawk. As another matter of course, Zeon pilots didn't fight GMs hand-to-hand, if they could help it. Beam Sabers were dangerous weapons indeed.
The blade of the enemy's Beam Saber crashed against Flint's Heat Hawk, and electrical arcs danced between them. But the GM pilot had made a rookie's mistake, and Flint used it to end the fight quickly.
He pressed his machinegun against the GM's unprotected cockpit, and pulled the trigger once.
The light behind the GM's face visor dimmed, and the Beam Saber's blade vanished. The once might Federation Mobile Suit crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.
Deactivating his Heat Saber, Flint turned to the others.
"That's all of them. Everyone alright?""Y-Yeah, just fine sir. My sub-cameras kicked in so I can still see.""I'm good sir, but a little low on machinegun ammo. "
Flint nodded, turning his Suit around.
"Good work, team, let's get going. We wouldn't want the Captain to get worried about us.""No sir!"
Flint plodded along at a jog after the Captain's convoy. Tonight, Zeon had been victorious.
But what would the future hold?NEXT TIME:
The Number 14 Supply Unit gets resupplied! But by whom? And more importantly, what will the Federation do about it?
Find out next chapter.
Who will survive?