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Mason smiled at his friends reply and turned back to his book. he listened quietly as the commander 'Ray Katsuki' spoke to the troops, he was only half listening by the time his own name was shouted. He had been ignoring the commands until this point, what with his being on holiday. When he was shouted at, he didnt ask questions, he simply dropped his book into his bag and perked up, asif he had been listening the whole time. The thought of challenging the squad leader appeared in his mind, but the thought only stayed for a matter of seconds before he un-buckled and floated an inch or two into the air. "Sir, Sorry, Sir. Will get changed immediately sir." He said.

 

The commander finished speaking and asked for any questions, but as Mason did not have any his simply grabbed his holdall from under his seat and pushed off out of his seat, towards the toilets towards the back.

 

That Wing commander better be finding his little prank funny, telling me that it'd be ok to go in this shuttle in my own clothes, Mason thought saluting and leaping over Malcolm, his bag clutched in his hand, because the second I outrank him I am so sending him on the most dangerous missions I can find.

 

Dante reached the doorway to the toilet and slid it open, moving inside and unzipping his holdall. He had to dig around a little at first, but eventually he found his uniform, he wasnt expecting to need it until he got the shuttle back so it was right at the bottom. Mason sighed and began to change.

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Christoph stood up with a calm athletic push with his arms against the chairs armrest, when he got into a fully upright position he adjusted the uniform as it had slid up when he sat down.

 

“Sir yes, sir. My apologies sir.” Christoph stood straight with his back, his uniform flawless, his arms close to his side, his legs close together, constant eye contact with Ray, he had practiced this stance to perfection, he knew that high-ranking officer and commanders always appreciated to be addressed properly.

 

Christoph had always been known to talk properly and act properly but sometimes even the best makes mistakes under pressure, he memorized that Ray didn’t appreciate to be addressed by his surname.

 

He bowed slightly before he sat down in the seat once again, the soft ergonomic grey seat hugged him tightly as he slid down and once again relaxed but still in a strict posture.

He ran a hand trough his brown hair, soft as silk and well attended to it had a faint smell of spices. His ice blues eyes one again focused on Mal Fain he smiled softly reviling a perfect set of white shiny teeth.

 

“Of course for ZAFT and the PLANT´s and everyone who values freedom over oppression.”

 

Christoph crossed his arms over his chest, a faint bluish glow covered his face making his ice blue eyes look even more blue as the escorting GuIAZ thrusters was right outside the window as it kept its close formation to the shuttle.

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"Vandamar given your track record you are one of the last people I wanted here, However my miscomprehentions aside this is your one.." Ray emphasized the word one by lifting up his first finger and looking at Ethan "...and only chance to prove your worth the time and effort of being in my military"

 

Ethan, looking straight at Katsuki, resisted the urge to make a witty remark, and instead, a muttered "Mm... Yes sir." escaped his lips, before quickly turning his head to the window as an eerie blue light flooded into the shuttle, flowing from the mobile suit's thrusters.

 

"You are one of the people I least wanted to see here..." echoed at the back of Ethan's mind.

 

Who does he least want to see then? You don't get much worse than a criminal on reform as one of your troops... thought Ethan, bitterly.

 

Katsuki's badge waving exercise had caused a commotion in the shuttle, naturally, with irritating amounts of "Yes, Sir" and "Very sorry, Sir" and "May I have some more, Sir" flying around.

 

With Christoph and Mal engaged in quiet conversation beside him, Ethan decided he'd close his eyes for a bit, a little shelter from a fairly hectic day. However, his mind insisted on wandering again.

 

Katsuki's apparent dislike of being called by name caught his attention - the man preferred to be called by his rank instead.

 

Of course, Squadron Leader might be a snazzy rank to show off, but Ethan felt there was more to it than that. Why would someone prefer to be known as a type of shoulder, than by himself? Was it a mask of mystery? Hatred? Shame even...?

 

Ethan opened one of his eyes slightly, and glaring at Katsuki's back.

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Brian grew steadily angrier as the Commander railed on all the men who assembled, but kept quiet through his tirade. By the time Katsuki had gotten to him, Brian was literally biting his tongue to keep quiet. The Commander didn't finish his statement to Brian, but he heard enough to get the gist of his instruction. When Katsuki started railing on Mason, Brian felt a little better. After all, the guy was kind of asking for it when he boarded a diplomatic flight with no trace of a uniform. It came back in full force, however, when the Commander told them how worthless he considered them. "What I'd give to just be able to ignore this guy..."

 

Brian was able to respond with a minimal amount of anger in his voice. He saluted the Commander as he replied with a serious tone. However, due to the limited confines of the shuttle, he kept his voice to a normal volume.

 

"Understood, Commander. No problems. I have no questions."

 

Brian didn't bother to correct Katsuki in his assumption about Brian's attitude toward Naturals. In Brian's mind, Orb's only fault was its almost fanatical obsession with its neutrality. It was only the Earth Alliance which attracted Brian's ire, and he would never dream of starting something with an Alliance soldier. "After all, they're the ones that'll shoot first."

 

Brian maintained his salute, waiting for Katsuki to either say something else or go back to front of the shuttle.

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[align=center]Delfina lets out a sigh, and pulls out a headset from her nearby purse. She quickly zips it back up and plugs the jack into the armrest radio. Can't he relax at all...oh brother... Moving a frew strands of hair from her face, Delfina slides the headset over her ears, and lays her head back in a fluid motion. It was a small internal radio program, usually loaded with news reports, and songs from new and upcoming pop and music groups. Delfina taps her foot to a song's beat, and continues to stare at the Earth. Her eyes started to feel a little heavy, and covers her mouth letting out a loud yawn. Delfina's head slowly falls to the seat next to her, and drifts off into a deep slumber. Hopefully this nap will keep her out till the shuttle lands.[/align]

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"Sir, what are the details of this diplomatic mission? I don't believe we have been briefed yet...Sir."

 

He smirked briefly as the young pilot corrected himself, Ray turned his long blonde hair flowing slightly to look directly at the young man noticing silver sideburns peeking out from his long black hair,  his voice level and equal as he addressed the younger man.

 

“Well this..” Ray paused briefly and sighed before continuing taking on a monotone sound as if quoting some uninteresting text “..Diplomatic mission is a visit of goodwill and to show our support and friendship with the nation of ORB” He then continued “We are to provide escort and protection to Commander Schneider, and to make a good impression”  He switched his gaze to Mal, the light glancing of the silvered lenses of the mask.

 

“To answer your question you will be issued personal firearms, which you will collect shortly before departure. these are to be used only in the most immediate threat, I cannot stress enough the damage a stray bullet could cause, So remember check your safeties” this being delivered in the manner of a fighter rather than a diplomat.

 

His voice took a more normal edge “In ancient times teams of gladiators would meet in arranged parties allowing the crowd to gauge the warriors and see them in a setting that was not their normal area all before a battle” He paused slightly “I fully understand that battlefield experience or not you are all fully trained soldiers so a diplomatic mission is not what we are trained for, however this is our chance to show a strong front to a perspective enemy, so we must capitalise on it, That is all”

 

With this Ray turned back and headed to his seat, noticing that Delfina was asleep he sighed briefly and sat down.  Securing his seat belt he just sat, gazing longingly at the escort mecha.  That pilot didn’t realise how lucky he was…

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"...Ah." Landis stated simply, not caring whether his 'reply' had been heard by the Lunar Wolf or not. He most certainly did not seem like he care for opinions, anyway.

 

"Some diplomatic mission." He commented to himself, lazily stretching a bit and adjusting his seat to a more comfortable position. He could still recall the crap which they call' diplomacy' when ORB was involved in the previous war.

 

"Gee, who knows? Maybe I might find the bastard who killed my brother there smiling and waving at Commander Delfina Schneider from the spectators. Then I can just walk over to him, smile and shoot him in the head." He contemplated aloud, though it was apparent the self-suggestion was as ludicrous as persuading a Blue Cosmos member Coordinators were the nicest creatures in the universe.

 

“To answer your question you will be issued personal firearms, which you will collect shortly before departure. these are to be used only in the most immediate threat, I cannot stress enough the damage a stray bullet could cause, So remember check your safeties”

 

"...There goes my idea..." He grinned to himself. If this was all that was needed to keep his thoughts from going astray and into the darker caverns of his inner world, Landis was more than happy to talk to himself, even if people may look at him as they would a new occupant of the last vacant ward in a mental institute. It could be considered rude, especially to use a deceased loved one to make a joke, but Landis knew he wouldn't mind; He was never a stickler for the rules and regulations as well, talking about how he managed to escape punishment by faking an illness...

 

“In ancient times teams of gladiators would meet in arranged parties allowing the crowd to gauge the warriors and see them in a setting that was not their normal area all before a battle”

 

What's with the gladiator crap? Having been taken from his thoughts once more, He raised his right eyebrow both in annoyance and amusement at the statement made by him.

 

“I fully understand that battlefield experience or not you are all fully trained soldiers so a diplomatic mission is not what we are trained for, however this is our chance to show a strong front to a perspective enemy, so we must capitalise on it, That is all.”

 

And he talked about 'diplomacy'... Landis grinned as he leaned back when his superior had finished with his little speech and sat down beside the Commander. Well, showing them who's boss sounds really diplomatic to me...or at least to any soldier spoiling for a fight.

 

His gaze landed onto the two seats in front of him. Come to think of it, I haven't seen either person's face or profile yet...At least, not the real profile. Wonder how our esteemed commander looks like... As the flight officer stood up, he hesitated. The female was still, her head lulled towards one side together with the headset still over her ears. He could see that she had long hair, which basically covered the back profile of her face.

 

Asleep...? He looked almost befuddled, but recovered and sat down. Masked superior, sleeping commander en route to an important event... Landis could feel a genuinely wry smile creeping it's way up his cheeks. This might be more interesting than I thought it would turn out to be.

 

With that, Landis contented himself with the blue sphere approaching on the horizon and the stars as well as the headrest of the seat, known temporarily as the ticket to dreamland.

 

So...beautiful... Landis' gaze shifted from their destination to the star-ladened vastness. I wonder...if it truly is the artists' place of dreams, as Mom had said..?

 

Within several moments of his thoughts, his eyelids grew heavy and closed his doorway of vision as he descended into a light slumber...

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[align=center]The shuttle gently passes the debris belt with elegance, and makes its decent into the atmosphere. The cabin shakes for a second, as the heat shields move into position. Through the window, you could see the immense heat create a shimmering wave from the wing. The flames seemed to dance with the spacecraft, almost restricting its entry into the Earth. After passing through the first layer, the sense of weightlessness disappears. Delfina opens her eyes slightly, and looks at the others. She rubs her eyes and licks her lips. A little disorientated, she turns to see the clouds passing by the space craft. She turns to Katsuki, and lets out a gentle smile. "Looks like we arrived without incident."

 

The craft continues on its decent approaching the large Island in the distance. "Kusanagi Island Space port, this is flight 204A from Plant carrying the Secretary, and her entourage. Sending authorization codes, and identification." Within a few seconds, the control tower sends a reply. "Confirmed 204A please proceed to dock B4; Welcome to Paradise."

 

The thick layer of clouds move away showing the sparkling azure ocean leading to the space port. Delfina stares out of the window with a sparkle in her eyes. She had never seen a sight more beautiful then this. Living on Plant her whole life, she had never once left her colony. This was the motherland, even though she was born in Plant, Earth was the ancestral home away from home. With the wars that plagued it all those years ago, it seems to have healed from the scars of Junius. Delfina turns away from the window, and looks at everyone to the best of her ability. In a soft, but stern voice she starts to speak.

 

"Okay, now that we arrived, there is only one thing that you all need to know. We're under Orb's protection, if something is to happen, we will follow their rules and regulations. You will all be given a temporary sidearm, and vest from the embassy staff. These weapons are to remain concealed, but still easy to access. After we land, we will hopefully disembark, and await an escort from Orb officials." She stops for a second and crosses her arms over another. "That is if they think, we merit a welcoming... after all, we did provoke an unwanted attack those years ago. I wonder if they're still bitter over that little incident in 73, right Katsuki?" [/align]

 

/OOC If any Orb people want to be kind enough to greet us at the Space Port, it would be most appreciated.

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[Ooc: Who is leading the protection team? I’m assuming it’d be Ray though as he’s a high profile pilot he’d also be good to put up onto the stage and attract attention… Sorry, just nosey.]

 

After Ray Katsuki’s speech, a very short and to the point approach that Mal respected the pilot for, the young ZAFT officer sat back down into his chair and allowed a silver chain hanging around his neck to float upwards. His eyes half-closed, feigning a lack of interest to the titanium ring hanging beside his dog tags, Mal studied the words engraved upon the inside; non cedo… I do not yield.

 

As time dragged on he began to feel the tug of fatigue drawing him into a sleeping wonderland where anything and everything was possible, Earth didn’t really interest this particular coordinator that much, he’d lived on the planet after all. Allowing himself to drift to sleep, Mal entered a realm of his own thoughts, a realm where his imagination took over.

 

Unfortunately for Mal, his imagination had taken the night off and he was left with a void of nothingness in which he spent the majority of the flight. He remained partly in the waking world the whole time, part of him listening for the alarm that would bring him from his slumber. Or just Delfina giving a speech. Wait…

 

His eyes opening suddenly, Mal stared at Delfina as she spoke about what they were going to do when they had left the shuttle. Heck, as long as it didn’t involve meeting up with any of his family Mal was willing to do pretty much anything. There were some places a line had to be drawn though!

 

“Paradise…” Murmuring the word a part of him had registered during his rest, Mal couldn’t help but grin at some secret he knew. Some Christians, at least so he had read, believed Heaven to be Paradise… “Secretary Delfina, I apologize in advance but perhaps you should move away from the window?” During his training, like every other person on the shuttle, Mal had handled firearms, Delfina was a rookie snipers best dream!

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