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With a long line of purple and black coated soldiers following behind her Hitomi felt more like she was marching in a parade than beginning ZAFT's latest war games.  It has taken far more preparation than she had planned but Hitomi was still resolute in her decision to go ahead with these simulated terrorist attacks on Armory One.

 

As the set of doors which led into Armory One's main briefing room opened Hitomi let herself relax, things were finally underway.  While she made her way to the stage all of the officers, save one, sat down in the front row int heir respective seats.  Only General Diederich followed behind her and the slightly younger woman stayed in perfect step with Hitomi and was always a pace and a half behind her commander.  The general took the rightmost of the two open seats on the briefing platform while Hitomi immediately moved up to the podium and microphone that had been provided to her.  Everyone was already here, looking out over the crowd she could see as much, and she had intentionally kept them waiting simply to ensure the fact that there would be no latecomers.

 

"I would like to welcome all of you to Armory One and to extend my greetings to everyone who is watching this broadcast from home."  Hitomi was well aware that the entire nation was focused in on these war games and that with all eyes on her she was responsible to make a strong impression as PLANT's leader.  "Today we will begin the execution of ZAFT's first official war game of the year.  In the past this nation was the target of numerous terrorist attacks from former enemies and wayward soldiers who had lost their place on the battlefield.  As a response to the recognized threat that we, the citizens of PLANT, always live in these war games were developed to simulate such an attack by our own forces here on Armory One.  For those of you watching from home this broadcast will end momentarily as classified information cannot be broadcasted over the open airwaves.  I hope that you will view these war games with great suspense and pride as we demonstrate the will of our country to forge a pathway into a new era."  With that the red lights on the cameras all shut off and Hitomi's access to the audience of her countrymen was shutdown, which was fine since she was done speaking.

 

"If all you would give you attention to General Diederich she will explain the particular maneuvers of this war game."  Before applause could be given Hitomi turned away from the podium and sat down in her seat, not wanting to delay the exercise any more than she already had.  At the same time the general stood up and took Councilwoman Hitomi's place.

 

"Thank you Councilor Matsuko."  The general turned and bowed slightly, always sure to be polite when the brass was around.  Turning back to the podium and the audience she began her own, more detailed speech.  "In accordance with those in Central Intelligence this exercise will be codenamed Operation Runaway and will primarily involve two squads, Okina and Zenastan Tai, both of whom will be working in opposition to each other."  At this point Alisha broke the seal on the folder in front of her which up to this moment had contained information only seen by the chief of planning in Central Intelligence.  "All of Armory One's exterior and interior will be available for combat between the two squads and as such the entire colony has been equipped with a special beam coating that will reflect all but the most determined off attacks on the colony's protective walls.  Each squad commander should now be receiving a detailed packet covering the rules and outlines of today's operation and as such no further briefing shall be given in this auditorium except to note that it is currently 1205 hours and that Operation Runaway will begin at 1430 hours giving you just over two hours to prepare.  That is all, you are dismissed and may return to your respective posts."

 

Each of the packets that Okina and Zenasten had received were entirely different from the others and were as follows.

 

Okina's Packet

 

Objective: After gaining access to the colony destroy the simulated headquarters within Armory One and capture the simulated prototype mobile suit kept in one of Armory One's MS hangers.

 

Rules: From the point of reading this packet until the completion of Operation Runaway you and your squad are not bound by the oaths of loyalty to ZAFT with the exception that you may not destroy Armory One.

 

Time Limit All objectives must be met by 1600 on the day the operation begins on at which time a simulated "terrorist bomb" will detonate "destroying" Armory One.

 

Zenastan's Packet

 

Objective: Sortie out against a suspected group of terrorist, ascertain their objectives and prevent them from accomplishing said objectives; if at all possible capture the terrorists alive for interogation.

 

Rules: You are bound by all oaths and duties of ZAFT pilots.  As such you shall defend and protect Armory One at all costs and using whatever method the situation calls for, so long as you remain in the bounds of your oaths of duty.  In order to better simulate a real attack you also will not sortie out against the "terrorists" until they are detected by one of Armory One's operators.  You may use whatever resources that Armory One provides to you and from this point forth Squad Commander Zenastan shall act with the full authority granted to him within a combat situation.

 

Time Limit The operation must be completed by 1600 on the day the operation begins, at which time a simulated "terrorist bomb" will detonate "destroying" Armory One.

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"Operation Runaway eh?. I'd rather call it Operation Smackdown." he thought to himself.

Asahi gripped the packet with the mission files inside. Although the orders were somewhat lackluster, he felt it was straight forward enough. Dismissed from the briefing, Asahi made his way to the zero-g dock, walking past a majority of the officers who were also present at the briefing. Their ranks of white uniforms were broken by his crimson, as he excused himself through them.

"Funny. The Herchel was the ship we took here. Ironic..."

He found the gargantuan Nazca class battleship, the "Herchel" docked in a specific bay of the zero-g dock, where he had last seen it, earlier that day. Boarding the giant teal ship, he saluted a few corpsmen on the way to the pilot locker room inside the ship, before changing into his flight suit and proceeding to the bridge. There, he would wait for his men and finalize their tactics. He had already prepared for both situations, and in this case, all that was needed to be done was confirmation and finalization. Asahi brushed a strand of his ebony hair from his forehead and smiled slightly as he stepped out of the elevator and onto the bridge.

 

OOC: This means I'm ready. However, when the operation begins, I'll have to mod a little bit and "appear" in the cockpit of my mobile suit.

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Caine glided down the hall of the zero-g dock with multiple near collisions as he hurried to toward the Herchel's berth.  He liked to be early to new assignments.  There was less chance for things to go wrong at the last minute that way.  Nearing the boarding tube grabbed a bar next to is opening and flung himself feet first down it.  He'd timed it perfectly as the ships hatch cycled open and he glided onto his assigned vessel.

 

The ship's boson checked in him as having reported aboard and he headed to the hanger.  As he popped through the hanger hatch he saw his mobile suit being loaded.  He knew he was being paranoid but if he was gonna fight in a machine he wanted it to work correctly even if that fight was just an war game. He would wait here and watch till the mission briefing was paged.

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Riku had been already getting ready for the mission. He was the only one that had not been assigned a mobile suit. Which could be due to his lack of license at the moment. Although it didn't matter to Riku since he has had experience with missions on foot. Riku now was wearing light clothes, running shoes, and a big bag on his back. On his ankle, there contained one knife on either ankle. A knife could also be located under his shirt on his forearm. There was even two pistols on the back of his pants. In the bag, it contained many things ranging from smoke grenades to highly explosive bombs.

 

Riku quickly entered the Herchel and proceeded to the bridge. As he was now, he was already ready for this mission. As Riku stepped out the elevator, he noticed that his team leader was also at the bridge.... So he shouted...

 

"Hey! Asahi, nice to see that your here already, so what are we going to do now?" Riku said pretending to not know the mission at all. It was always good to keep himself entertained before a mission so he would be less tense.

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This looks reasonable... Landis looked through his own set of instructions for his squad. But one and a half hours...Things might have to go a little quicker than I can plan for.

 

He was nervous. And excited. Here was a good chance to gauge his own abilities of commanding a band of soldiers who had one unfortunate thing in common: Having a knack of getting into trouble or just being a really good friend of it, save Makoto Corale, of course. To say that he had yet to build a good understanding with his squadron was an understatement; The flaring up and arguments amongst them (Though it was mostly with Clare). It was just as one of his instructors had told him.

 

"The first several meetings with the squad was always a trying period. Either you get it right at the start, or you get it really wrong at the start. However, if you put in extra effort, even the worst start can't stop your squad from gainin valuable experience and camaraderie while working together."

 

Well, it certainly doesn't look that way... He pondered, amused at the notion that practically everything since the start of the meeting has been going slightly off-track from what he desired. His 'extra effort' had apparently been rebuked and thrown away into the darker corners of oblivion for the moment, while extra duties and unwanted meetings came his way even within the short time before the beginning of this war game.

 

Speaking of which, they are late... Landis thought flatly. Then again, he had to be slightly earlier, considering the fact that he WAS the squad leader. Now...Where's Brian? He glanced about, half hoping that his second-in-charge would magically appear out of nowhere, or that he just happened to have missed him in this waiting area for Armory One. It was slightly more packed than he had imagined it to be, with people rushing about the prepare for the war game. Still, It would not hurt to look...

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Makoto was drinking an energy drink as he entered the meeting area.  He looked around only to see his Landis, his squad leader sitting alone as other people ran on by.  Makoto stopped in the entranceway, backed out slowly then poked his head in looking around only to see a confused Commander Landis sitting by himself.  Makoto looked around again, and walked in cautiously, carefully setting his empty can in the recycling bin.  He walked slowly and stood in front of the commander.  He cautiously saluted and then carefully sat down.  He couldn't figure out if he was just extremely late or if by some strange twist of events he was actually on time for once.  Makoto sat there looking at his watch, and even kicked his feet out in boredom.  He then spoke up.

 

"I am on time right Commander?  I thought for sure Clare, or even Brian would be here before ME."

 

Makoto had a confused look on his face and scratched his head trying to figure out what was up.  "This isn't some prank is it Commander?"  Makoto said with a suspicious look on his face as he reached for his own packet of instructions for the War Games.  He carefully read it over and immediately started sweating bullets.  One and a half hours!  Makoto thought. This is our first time operating as a squad in a mission setting and they want us to do this in that period of time.  They must be nuts.

 

Makoto looked around to spot other members of the squad, but at this moment he could not see anyone.  So this is what if feels like to be on time, Makoto thought...

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An Hour Ago

 

The Suit felt odd at least once worn, having been a custom color of black. Though the shoulder padding was still white and the lining on the sides had a crimson color to it. " And this is supposed to be my suit? " He had asked looking across the changing room at the man that was leaning across the lockers; His Father.

 

" Yes. I'm glad the suit is to your fitting at least, I was worried you grew. " He had said as Ryou picked up his helmet. " Either way this 'War Game' is a test. " He mentioned as he looked at Ryou who obviously knew a she turned around the closed the locket with his clothing within.

 

" I'm sure anybody could tell. I'm sure whoever wins will die first. " Ryou said and turned around crossing his arms and leaning back on the lockers. " The better team may go on the front lines. That's the only thing...it'd be better to lose. " He whispered as he smirked.

 

His father smirked himself. " But losing would mean death after all. Just treat it like a battle. " He had said and then reached into his pocket and threw a small USB stick at him which Ryou caught easily enough. " Plug it into your suit when you start the battle. It'll scan you fighting abilities, compared to previous records and battles. Might give you improvements or failure. " The man said and walked out, having left Ryou in the locker room by himself as he looked down at the small crimson stick and sighed.

 

" Acting like a Father now.......Idiot. You should realize you don't know the first thing about it. "

 

Present

 

Ryou had been walking around the base at the time, having looked at the suits that were given to them. His arms crossed as he looked up at one of the suits and started to daydream about how the battle may go, was it better to lose or win in this kind of situation? Losing would mean that the other team may be placed on the front lines and in more danger but...

 

Ryou smirked as he had such a cowardly way of thinking, he was actually placing his bet on the other team so they might die. How shallow could a man get-

 

" Good morning! "

 

A sudden slap on the back had made him trip forward as he turned around with one hand reached for his back as it felt pain. " Ow, only a slap like that could belong to.. " He turned and saw the smiling face of the operator he had before in several times. A Girl with hazel hair and light brown eyes, having had her hands on her hips. " Oi, you should really stop daydreaming and get back to the control room. I heard your commander and a few members are around..it's gonna start soon anyway. These War Games...Honestly I don't know why we're doing this in the first place. I mean the chairwoman could think of " She would start rambling pretty easily, but she was a good person at heart. At least she was a good person to talk with besides Clare. At least she'd be in another room watching this and talking with him, maybe it'd be more easier now if- " So you kiss Clare Yet? " Ryou had jumped back as her face was up close to him as she whispered the question. " W-what?! What kind of idiotic idea is that?! " He had shouted out as a few people looked over at them, the girl grabbing Ryou in a head lock as she whispered. " Shhh, don't make such a commotion. I was only wondering if little Ryou grew up from the Academy. I mean where are those crazy male urges that must be going through your head? " She asked in a rather funny tone. " What 'urges'?...She's a friend.. " He had whispered as the girl sighed and let go of him. " Puberty must have missed you. You know a girl can only wait so long. " She said waving a finger at him as she walked past. " Get back to the command post~ " She had hummed as she left him picking up his helmet.

 

" What was that all about...? " He whispered and sighed.

 

Ryou had then gone back to the command room and noticed Makoto and Landis as he placed the helmet under his arm and saluted his team leader and Makoto. " Ryou Misaki. Reporting in.  " He said in a stronger tone.

 

Meeting Room

 

Kaze had entered the meeting room a bit late, having heard the speech echoing through the hallways and speaker phones. " Mastsuko  and Diedrich know how to play the crowd. " He whispered as he opened the room and stepped in, with his arm's crossed. Having heard a few whispers as he passed a few people and sat down.

 

" Oh? Mizaki's gonna be watching this? "

 

" His son is in it. I'd expect nothing less from the man. "

 

" But he rarely makes these sort of appearances. He is the leading scientist in technology, shouldn't he be doing something? "

 

" Even the chairwoman is here. I'm sure everybody is having a day off for this. Now Shush. "

 

His eyes traveled down to his hands, having not been interested in much of the speech and more interested in personal thoughts. He knew ZAFT was protecting the colonies and during the absence that there was a small hole to kill many leading people, though he doubted it. Any ships coming in had been stopped 2 weeks before, and the war games had been announced to a rather large surprise to everybody only 3 days ago. Along with everybody inside the colony and area having had a thorough check in background and reports. Only soldier of a year's experience may have joined to be within this area. Security was tight, for now he'd let himself remain calm and enjoy the small game for the masses.

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Although war games were supposed to start in less than thirty minutes, Clare had no intention of hurrying anywhere. Why bother, really? She had plenty of time. The only thing that remotely concerned this young woman right now was whether or not Landis would approve of her uniform. Indeed, it was something. There wasn’t much left in it from the original ZAFT attire… well, perhaps the stripes, the colours, the logos and the belt… Yeah, that was pretty much it. The top coat was lengthened and the bottom of it made wider so that it blew apart every time Clare took a step. The pants were gone - instead she wore a short, frilly lilac dress right underneath the coat. It’s long sleeves went past the coat sleeves, which had also been modified. There were cut off at the shoulders and fastened to the cut by several white belts, while the cuffs were widened and gathered half way up the lower arm by emerald brooches. Even the boots were warped to fit this woman’s eccentric style. Instead of loose army-style boots, Clare’s were tight and raised on a pointy four-inch heel. Since this was an army event, Clare decided to be “modest” with her choice of jewellery - “just” an anklet on her left leg, and her usual horn-shaped hairpin that was attached just for looks since this time Clare chose to put her long brown hair up in a high ponytail.

 

Looking more like an eccentric fashion designer than a soldier, Clare headed to the elevator, completely ignoring the glares she was getting from some of her neighbours who happened to have fought in previous wars. Sure, Sandy would have like but he was off to some gay club (well, he left last night and hasn’t been back yet - probably sleeping off twenty too many martinis in some motel), so, the only moral support Clare might have had at the moment was currently out. No matter - Clare still managed to give more than one charming smile to her neighbours while going down thirteen floors in the elevator, and a few more on the way to the parking lot… Oh, just imagine how Landis would react when he saw her! No, she didn’t want to think of that. After all, he was a male - a young male, and she was a young attractive female. In other words, she could just flirt her way out of any chat he might want to have with her about the strictness of uniform guidelines and about how a ZAFT soldier should represent oneself.

 

As her red convertible ripped out of its parking spot all gloomy thoughts were out of Clare’s mind… And the bliss lasted for about five minutes. Fortunately, she no longer gave a damn about what anyone might have thought about her uniform. Unfortunately, she was now thinking about Ryou. These were war games, no? The rules would only be announced today, so there was no way of knowing what the bras had in mind. What if they were limited in their choice of equipment? Ryou was an ace pilot, he was a good sniper, but he was so frail! That boy could not manage in hand-to hand combat! He couldn’t run fast, he was so clumsy at times, and what’s worse, he was a bit of a coward when placed in unfamiliar, and unpredictable situations without much recourses. Clare sighed. Yes, she would have to stick beside him for the duration of the event. Perhaps that would compromise her own performance, but what if he was to hurt himself, or worse, make a fool of himself? She knew very well that his father would be watching this, and she knew how eager Ryou was to please the men and how he dreaded disappointing him. No, she had no other choice - she’d just have to look out for the kid today.

 

“A penny for your thoughts, handsome stranger,” Clare whispered into the young man’s ear as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a big sister way. She had only entered the meeting room, but it was clear that Ryou was depressing himself yet again, and as always she had to be the one to notice him and to try to cheer him up. Slowly but steadily this young man was becoming a major burden that she had willingly bestowed upon herself and would never even think of abandoning… Oh, how we cling to our chains!

 

“What’s up, Landis? Is the assignment anything crazy, oh gallant leader of the squad?” Clare turned to their captain without releasing Ryou’s shoulders and was inquiring about the task as though it was nothing more than a chore. Indeed, her careless, mocking manner of address showed as always that she was not taking anything seriously… Or was she?

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Everything sure is busy. Everyone must be taking these games pretty seriously, I mean they took the effort to call be back from the Earth

 

Floating back toward the lift Janus was again lost in his thoughts. Sure it was an important outing for the Chairwoman, but why did they call him all the way back from Earth for this. Maybe I have been reassigned to the Primerial Guard? It would be easy to attack while most of our machines are engaged in the simulation and do not have live rounds, but then again, even 25% of Armory One’s defenses would be enough to repel most offenses. Janus looked across the hanger looking at lines of ships, sure one of those is the Karl Jung, although Wulf isn’t on it anymore, heard he got assigned a team at Carpentaria. I still need to get that sword back sometime.

 

Minutes later, Janus floated into Command, he looked at familiar faces as well as a lot of unfamiliar ones. Councilmen and the Chairwoman were present along with a few people he recognized as leaders in science. He looked over at two crewmen talking about Mizaki as he walked forward. Janus had heard the last name, but that was of a pilot the grade ahead of him at the academy.

 

Most of the members of the Guard Janus recognized were the ground protection staff, the ones who wore suits and glasses. Janus walked to the central table where a few of the senior members had gathered and were looking at data on a display. Janus quickly saluted, “Janus Trine reporting for duty.” One of the men looked up, “Ah Trine, I am glad you made it from Earth. There has been a severe lack of manpower recently so that is why we recalled you. Did you enjoy your stay at Gibraltar?”

 

Janus began speaking, while on the inside he was laughing at all of this. These idiots want me back so they can hold it over father. Maybe I should remove this mask and become a great war hero just to stick it to their pompous asses. “It was pleasurable sure, I believe every soldier should serve at least some time on the Earth, since it is the cradle of humanity. What is my new assignment sir?”

 

“You have been assigned to the Zenastan team. You are hereby assigned the rank of Flight Lieutenant, with all the privileges and responsibilities granted to someone of your rank. I know we sent you to Earth to take command of a team of your own but we feel a pilot of your skills shouldn’t be wasted on test flying, but on the battlefield,” the man leaned in and whispered so only Janus could hear him, “and we shouldn’t separate father and son…”

 

Janus was glad his mask covered the anger in his eyes. “Sir, I will forfill my duties with the entirety of my skill and ability.” With that Janus saluted, turned and walked towards the elevator to find his new assignment.

 

Janus was looking at his reflection in the glass as his lift descended…I should of known father’s election would make me a political pawn. Guess his change of stance didn’t fool the ZAFT higher ups. Maybe its time to remove this thing…then again it serves me well for now. Mother, did you ever have to play this game? Janus decended into Armory One. Janus had done this dozens of times but it never seemed uniform or old to him. Maybe if all of us could see the Earth like this we wouldnt feel the need to fight. But this is neither the time or the place. I have been given an enemy to defeat and a squad to support. Zenastan seems like a good enough guy, but I have already heard about this squad...should be fun at least.

 

Fifteen minutes later Janus left the elevator pinning up his red uniform floating down different halls until he reached the one he was looking for. He walked at the same time as a female officer quickly noticing the pilot’s un-issued uniform. It took Janus a second to realize that they were the famous pair from the class ahead of him. She wouldn’t notice it because of the covers over his eyes, but Janus shot a cold stare in their general direction. Should I mention it? I do outrank her. I will let Commander Zenastan decide. It doesnt really matter, other than it most likely is a distraction from this Its odd they do not seem like they are planning for this at all even if we are the reactionary team.

 

After looking around for one second Janus saluted the group, “Authorization number 00569, Lieutenant Janus Trine, formerly of the Primerial Guard and of the ZAFT Terrestrial Forces, Gibraltar Base, reporting for duty sir,” Janus assumed a less formal pose, holding a pad in his right hand extended toward Commander Zenastan, with his assignment confirmation, “What are our orders regarding this mission sir?”

 

[OOC: Post modified, Fireminerva accepted my request to be in this squad for those who dont know, if the roster can be updated approperiately please.]

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OOC - Due to an incredibly amount of confusion and inactivity the War Games are hereby postponed/canceled.  So many people only have one character and I hate to see all of them tied up in an exercise that doesn't seem to be happening.  Squad leaders, my encouragement is for you to get creative.  Do whatever you need/want to do but try to reorganize your squads; right now everyone in the squads seems to be fairly active so maybe you can work with that.

 

If anyone is interested I could work you into the training session I'm doing with Wullf Tai at the moment; I could either make it work for individuals who want to participate or if entire squads are interested.

 

Once again I'm sorry.  Part of this is my fault since I took so long to organize all this and then to execute it but, in my defense, I was just starting out as faction leader at that point in time and it did take some time for me to figure out what I was supposed to do.  For my part in this failure I ask your forgiveness.  Here's to what I hope will be a renewal point for PLANT and ZAFT.

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    • By Ryou Misaki
      The echoes of several footsteps could be heard through the hallway as a man in a black lab coat had been followed by several green ranked soldiers with papers in their hands with questions coming from each of them. Long flowing black hair having been moving with the body and a pair of crimson eyes that stared forwards had been of the lead scientist of Technology in ZAFT getting hassled by the army.
       
      " General Darlton and Janus want to know how the production of things are moving along? " One of them had asked while trying to maintain the scientists long strides. Kaze had been ignoring most of the questions and seemed to have had his own thoughts on mind. " Tell them it's moving along fine. " He had answered giving an answer which lacked detail. " Chairwoman Hitomi had also been wishing to talk to you about the current funding for the next few projects. " Another one had said out while the man's walk had increased in speed from the annoyance of the army. " Tell her to call me instead. " He answered in slight annoyance.
       
      Once through the hallway he had come across the main lobby of the PLANT and had planned to take the elevator to transfer out of Januarius and head off to other areas where he was needed. Having stepped in front of the elevator doors he turned and looked at the other men who had more questions and needed answers from the scientist at least. " I suggest sending the rest of the issues and pressing matter to my office. I wish to be alone. " He had said to them as the doors opened and a soldier was already in salute as he was standing inside the elevator. Kaze had smiled a bit and turned around stepping within as the doors closed to the soldiers who were about to follow him but were cut off, his crimson eyes turning to the soldier who was saluting him who was his son;Ryou Misaki. A pair of golden eyes who were hidden behind a few strands of the messy white hair which the boy had grown and left unattended to the natural messy order. Then again he was not one to talk, his own black hair had been longer that it reached past his shoulders at times.
       
      " You can stop saluting me... " He mentioned and walked over to the seats as the elevator had started to rise up. " Sir! " Ryou answered in response and placed his arm back to his side as he waited by the door. Kaze's smile having remained considering his son's attitude; Serious and Cold. He was proud to have him as a son, truly proud and yet there were...many flaws in that. Ryou was after all his finest project; A remake of the remaining information of Hibiki that he could collect without having been suspected. It did him no good, it was a failure in the end and the result caused a conflict between him and his assistant who had believed in a different theory than he did. In the end it resulted in him doing it alone and causing the womb of his wife to turn into a chamber for where he could create at least something similar to the man's hoped for work.
       
      Kaze had realized it now that the remnants he received were not enough information. And the cost of information made him create a failed coordinator; Ryou. Humanity's desire itself was the improve upon itself and Kaze wished for the same, he wanted to make that ultimate being and help the Coordinator's realize their true function: Help Humanity. George Glenn himself had wished for that desire, yet with the recent issue of Coordinators and Naturals it truly had strayed from that past.
       
      Coordinator's turned ambitious and seeked an identity for themselves. Dubbing themselves a New Species, A Better Species, An Improved Species. And of course with such arrogance in themselves they believed that the people of Earth were things of the past and a step lower in the evolutionary scale. Even now it does not change. People's eyes have grown accustomed to seeing them as 'Naturals' and yet what were Coordinators themselves - 'Unnatural'? The answer itself is No. George Glenn was wrong, Coordinators were no different than Naturals themselves. We have to study, train, adapt and grow old like any other human being. Coordinators are no different, just an arrogant race that in the end started a War simply to dub themselves the true rulers of Humanity.
       
      Humans, or Naturals as they liked to be called are no better themselves. If Coordinators did not exist, their blames would be put to themselves and thus would hate one another. The Planet called Earth would simply be filled with humans hating one another with racism. The government themselves couldn't handle all the issue so they instead blame the Coordinators and PLANTS. 'United in Hatred', as one can picture. The President, Countries and Nations, they all help one another for a sole purpose: Hatred for Coordinators. An easy answer for the government and people who are confused as to why they're poor or have civil issues. Truly...Humans are-
       
      " Dad? " Kaze had opened his eyes to realize that he was lost in thought and had closed his eyes. Having been at the top floor already with his son having placed a hand on his shoulder to bring him back into reality. " How have things been with your team? " He had asked his son as the boy stood up straight once more with a somewhat blank face. " I can't complain....other than the lack of experience for the captain. " He had mentioned as Kaze already knew of that, but it couldn't be helped. " Your not the only one. Other teams are starting fresh... " He mentioned as he had looked over the papers and was thinking of what mobile suit would be best for each person. " I guess... " Ryou had said with a shrug of the shoulders as he titled his head back a bit and looked to the side to the city through the elevator glass.
       
      As he stared at his son with the blank look of his son and innocence in soldiers Kaze had realized how War had changed from wanting trained personnel to wanting young children grow into battle itself. There was also an issue of Coordinators themselves making soldiers for the sole purpose of fighting. Those who are legends in battle and are the perfect soldiers, they are the ones who's genes are entered within other infants until they can make a perfect copy; A Clone. Yet this itself has it's own issues and that's something Kaze himself had been ordered to fix...not that it's public information or even known to most of the chairmen and chairwomen in the council. He wondered himself if Hitomi knew of this.
       
      Kaze had realized he spent his time within the elevator long enough so he had stood up and started to walk out and down another long hallway with his son 3 steps behind him. " I'll be needing some time in a room. " He mentioned as Ryou had given a serious 'Sir!' remark back to him and lead him to a room for the time being until a ride was ready to take him back. " Um..what about...meetings and people? " He had asked his father who's simple response was: " Just put them in a meeting room around here and I'll get to them. " He answered and closed the door.
       
      Kaze had sat down behind a desk and opened a laptop with a new email having been received from an Anonymous address which told him ' Continue the Process'. " What a joke...like you're not satisfied with the last two wars... " He whispered, sighing as he opened up a folder and watched the data from the previous wars. " Whether there will be  peace or war...no one but them will know. " He whispered as he turned and opened the window to see the stars outside at least. " At least the stars will be witnesses to Humanity...even now we're traveling beyond the original bounds that's been placed in front of us...and we're repeating the same mistakes.. " He whispered, closing his eyes once more and contemplating the rest of what he had gotten over time.
       
      Ryou on the other hand was running through the corridor in a hectic speed. " Damn it...why'd you leave me to manage all your meetings with people. " He whispered as he didn't even know who wished to speak with the man. This was all too troublesome....
    • By Ryou Misaki
      " And who's mind did this come from? "
       
      The room was dark at the time as the night had entered itself into the PLANT leaving only streetlights from the window to enter as a figure was sitting on his chair and staring outside, a computer having been on the table who which he had his back upon. The screen having shown that there was a online talk with another figure who's face was hidden. Kaze's eyes having stared outside as his head was supported by his hand, his lips having been barely open as he was wondering what else to say at the new decision having been handed out.
       
      " It's not a matter to you. It's an Order from you're superiors. The current tension between the EA and USSA require more direction. "
       
      The voice was filled with voice modifications, having been impossible to decode considering the amount of different additions and warping in tone. Kaze had attempted to change it himself but the data left over from the conversation would be completely deleted as if the call was never made. " The Assumed Creation of Suits. Yes, I've heard. " Kaze mentioned.
       
      " The PLANT's themselves are worried that this may turn into a global war for the planet. A new Leader of your status and capabilities would be better. "
       
      " And of Hitomi? " He had asked wondering what she'd take of this news. The woman had recently become the leader and such a thing may discourage her. If anything threaten her.
       
      " She will remain as she is. Consider it a cooperative Leadership. "
       
      He sighed, this was too sudden to take already. Having turned his seat around to look at the computer screen he had spotted the shine of glass and peered over to a chess board with glass pieces of black and white having been on the corner. " Do you wish for me to end up like the previous chairman? " He had asked referring to his teacher in medicine.
       
      " He served his purpose. That is all. "
       
      No answer like always, Kaze's eyes having darted back to the screen as he gave a disappointed look. " I understand. Keep my updated, though communication from now will be more harder to keep. " He had mentioned as he wondered how they would manage.
       
      " It had never stopped us before. If we do not communicate, a file will be in your computer from the next move. Remember Kaze, do not disappoint us unless you want your experiment to become public. "
       
      His hand twitched while his body remained calm, the fingers tightening a grip on the arm rest as he closed his eyes. " You wish to blackmail me using my Son? " He had mentioned, having understood they would take the chance would do it.
       
      " You've changed. Before you had called him a God, A Failed Experiment, and now a Son. Don't let yourself get attached. It will cloud your judgment. "
       
      He opened his eyes again to stare at the screen. " I call him Hope. A life that I've played God in, the same would go for her father also. " He mentioned having known the girl must have been his son of all others.
       
      " Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness. We have no further progress with this conversation. We will contact you when it's needed. "
       
      The screen had turned black as the computer shut down completely. A weak sigh escaping Kaze's mouth as his hand moved from supporting his cheek to his head, a weak smile forming. " It's all up to their Will then. " He whispered.
       
      Morning
       
      News networks had spread fast and moved to the PLANT's as the sudden spark of political debate had come up of a second Leader. It was a first for Coordinators, having a Cooperative leadership between two entities. The PLANT Supreme Council members having been arguing with themselves as they wondered how such a notion had passed and what it would affect in the future, it was rather unexpected for all of them.
       
      " A Second Supreme Leader?! The PLANT's will just end up in more confusion! "
       
      " Considering our previous ones we will need in case one does as the previous two! It'd be better if Kaze is elected, he's the leading scientist of Technology for the PLANT's. Who else?! "
       
      " For now we'll have to accept it. Whether he steps up or not we'll see. Besides this conversation is not worth our breath. The current issues of Mobile suits being made by USSA and in South America should be our main focus. "
       
      The Council had sighed in frustration, silence finally overtaking the room as a few members looked over to the empty seats as some couldn't make it. The meeting was rather unexpected so it wasn't surprising. Kaze o nthe other hand had to make it to the city in a car that was continually watched by news and several questions being shot at him as he made his way slowly to podium where he would make the speech, the room having been filled with several news networks from which he guessed a few were from Earth and ORB. Never the less there were a few soldiers at his sides that were prepared to defend him if needed.
       
      " I've come to talk about the speculation and rumors that have been going around. And they are true, I will be become the second Chairman of the PLANT's. Regarding my partner Hitomi she will remain also in control so this will be a cooperative leadership. It's rather sudden but for the progress of the PLANT's I feel as if I had no choice to deny it. As many as you know I am also the leading scientist for the military of ZAFT and you may be worried my views are towards War when they're completely far from it. I have been a doctor before and know full well the pain and loss of War. That's why...I wish to ask for a chance. That is all, I'll take no questions. "
       
      The speech was short but he had no desire to continue, having turned as a few people started to shout out questions and come close to him which made the soldiers and bodyguards start to move as they stopped them as he came out the door and into the main room of the Supreme Council building. Having sighed as he turned to look at the rock of the whale like creature that the first coordinator had brought back from space. Having smiled he opened his mouth and spoke:
       
      " Those who have a gift fail to understand the feelings of those who don't and those who don't envy those who do. "
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