The two beams jetted toward the Gelgoog, but one managed to hit the gatling gun, causing it to explode right by Amber's mobile suit. "Oh, crap!" She yelled out. The shrapnel shoved itself into the Dra-C's propellant tanks, igniting the two "legs". The orange machine started to fly erratically out of the combat zone, away from the Repentance. "No, no, no! Come on! Turn back!"
Fluid started to leak out of each tank, causing flashing lights to appear all over the cockpit. She looked back to see her ship get smaller and smaller. "Please! Just stop." She said as she pulled on her controls. They wouldn't budge and eventually, the suit managed to be completely out of range. She glanced around to only see stars and the planet. Suddenly, one of the propellants burst, sending what was left of the Dra-C deeper into the depths of space...
"Not a problem, Artemis!" Amber yelled out. She kept firing at the Gelgoog, but her shots were too far away to even hit. "Come on, get closer!" She shouted. In reality, Amber was somewhat scared to fight the mobile suit. She had no experience. "Dammit!" She thought. The pilot had no choice. Amber pushed forward on the controls. Leaving less and less room between the two suits. The Gelgoog hadn't stopped firing either, sending the barrage of energy at the orange machine.
She brought up her shield in an attempt to block, but to no avail. The Dra-C was taking damage in vital areas quickly. "Not like this!" She said as her gatling gun's ammo depleted. "What?! Was it not fully filled?" The machine threw the heavy weapon at the suit, pulling out her beam saber. She swung to the right, but it left more vital parts exposed. She was wide open.
"No way, old man! I'm piloting it!" Yelled out Amber is she opened the cockpit of her orange custom suit, the Dra-C Oct. "It's my suit, and I'm using it!" She looked at her father, who had seen better days. Years and years of hard work had made him weaker and more feeble. His age was also becoming an issue since he couldn't do much of the heavy lifting anymore. However, Neo Zeon needed all the help they could get. "They want you to pilot a Gaza-C, like the others." said her father, Kem. Amber looked around to see rows and rows of the mobile suit. "No." She said. "I've put so much effort into this." Inside though, she knew that it was a better MS, but her Dra-C was so special to her. She was just glad it got on the ship.
Amber glazed back down to her father and saw how distraught he looked. She realized that the only times she wasn't her happy, goofy self was when she was with her father, who would frequently restrict her time and time again. What she didn't realize was that her father only did this to make sure she didn't get hurt. "I'm... I'm sorry, dad." she said as the cockpit closed. The orange suit started, causing cameras to blink into the interior. I knew that meant her purple and green lights for the monoeye were on. "Man, it took forever to get that to work." She thought. The legless mobile suit floated to the catapult, connecting at the bottom. "Amber Destara, Dra-C Oct, LAUNCHING!"
Kem glanced one of the mechanics, Ginger. "I just want her to be safe." he said to her. Ginger smirked. "Oh, don't worry. She'll be fine!"
She held on to the controls as the suit jetted through the depths of space. Amber loved the speed her mobile suit could create. Suddenly, she saw a gray machine flying toward their ship. "Is that a Gelgoog?" she said. She wasn't sure because it was so far away, but she was sure that a black Gaza was firing at another mobile suit. "Artemis!" She yelled out. "We're being attacked?!"
Amber pointed her mega gatling gun directly at the other mobile suit. "It's a long shot, but I gotta try!" She shouted as she fired bullets at the unknown suit.
OOC: (I'll have the Dra-C be damaged after the battle to that she can use the Gaza.
The black screen blinked to life and begun an insistent beep. Alyssa Arano looked up from the book she had buried her head in for the past few hours. She left orders not to be disturbed. Reading to orchestral music provided a brief respite that the piercing ringtone shattered. Alyssa briefly contemplated if she should allow the incoming call to interrupt her rest.
Recent events were exhausting. The loss of her leader and childhood companion affected not just her work but also shook her personally. The Zeon leadership was quick to shove her into the vacuum created by the death of Haman Karn. Alyssa had been groomed for this all her life, yet she never felt ready, not even now. Yet she had to be strong for Neo Zeon to succeed in reclaiming their birthright. They prepared for this for years. The hardships suffered by her people would soon be over once they moved back to Side 3.
The incessant beep broke through her thoughts. Alyssa sighed and closed the book in front of her. She brushed her hair out of her face and checked her appearance vaguely through the reflection of the console screen. Satisfied, she pressed the answer button. The face of her assistant appeared on the screen. He did not appear pleased to be tasked with relaying the message to her, she knew at first glance. Alyssa knew Lieutenant Alexander Mori well enough to sense his discomfort even through the screen. She wondered what bothered him so much, he usually kept a better composure. Alex saluted at the sight of the Zeon Regent. “M’Lady, we have reports that a salvage team scoured the wreckage zone before our recovery team arrived. I’m ashamed—“
“It happens.” Alex did not have to mention Haman’s name. He understood her pain, and she thanked him silently for that. “I trust you’ve dispatched a team to track down the salvagers.”
“Yes, M’Lady. Reports indicate that they are heading for the Moon.” Alyssa expected no less from her assistant. “I will look into this myself, Alex.”
“But, M’Lady—“ Alyssa cut off his protest with a raised hand. He knew she would take over the search personally. That explained his reluctance to make the call. It meant he understood her reasons too, as much as he disliked it. “You know I have to do this, Alex. The fleet will continue on course as planned. The delegation must reach Side 3. Patch the Vice Admiral through.”
“Yes, M’Lady.” There was a brief pause before Vice Admiral Darius Solomon appeared on the screen in a second video link beside Alexander. The Lieutenant saluted his superior while the Vice Admiral saluted the Regent. “Good evening, Lady Alyssa.”
“Vice Admiral,” Alyssa nodded in acknowledgement. “Alex, please.”
Her assistant proceeded to fill Solomon in on the intelligence report. The middle-aged veteran listened quietly. When Alexander finished, Solomon finally spoke, “Do you wish to take matters into your own hands, Lady Alyssa?”
“I leave the Doyenne in your command, Darius. I will leave at once on the Repentance. If all goes well, we will rendezvous with the fleet at Side 3.”
“I’m against this, Alyssa. I should have been firm with Lady Haman and stopped her from going out into combat against enemy ace pilots. With all due respect, it’s too soon to let the new Regent to be off chasing after a rabbit trail.” Solomon was a father-like figure for both Haman and Alyssa. He was a close and old friend of Maharaja Karn, Haman’s father and Alyssa’s guardian.
Alyssa pursed her lip in annoyance. She expected resistance and understood their reasons, but she was going regardless of their opinions and feelings. They stopped her from joining the recovery team and the search parties after the battle. There was no stopping her this time. “The Repentance can handle whatever surprises we encounter. I’ll also be bringing the Black Tri Stars along as escorts. Don’t worry, Darius. You can help me by bringing the delegates to Side 3 and protect Princess Mineva.”
Solomon sighed and said, “You and Haman are too alike. There is not stopping you once your mind is made up. There’s so much of Maharaja in the two of you. I promised him I would take care of you both. I have failed him once and I don’t want to fail him again.”
“I’m not going up against enemy ace pilots in a battle. We are intercepting a group of civilian salvagers. We will outgun them.” Alyssa noticed Solomon’s expression softening slightly. She recognised that look since young when he finally gave in to their pestering him for candy. “Besides, Haman would have done the same for me if our roles were reversed.”