UC 300

[Triyun]

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The Year was Universal Century 300. Peace in the Earth's Sphere was coming to an end. Humanity no longer could contain its warlike instincts. Many said the last war with its attrition would be a war to end all wars. Like so many others before it it was not. Now a new war begins sewn from the seeds of the last and wielding the tools of gods. The eve of a new century begins with a hammer descending upon Earth, in the form of the Neo Zeon army......

Triyun watched from his flagship. The large Dolos III dwarfed the other ships in the fleet most of which were Musaka Class. All together the Zeon attack force measured 13 ships, 204 clone suits, and 24 normal Zeon MS Pilots. In the distance began to form the shapes of Side 2. He turned to Zorak. "Order the normal types to their suits. We'll depart off soon on shackles and go around the rear. The clones will hit the front. They will be the anvil and we will be the hammer."

[Nowhere Man]

*Craig sat in the command chair of the Salamis Argile. The ships captain had died unexpectedly from a heart-attack, and that left Craig the ranking officer. It didn't feel good. A lot of the crew was much older than he was, and they had doubts in laying their trusts in a 21 year old "kid". But they were relying on him, the commander of the ship's MS team, to see that they made it to the nearest base safely, and get a new captain.*
Bauer (helmsman): Sir, orders on our course?
*Craig awoke from his deep thoughts.*
Right... Change course towards Side 2 for resupply. Comms, try and see if you can find any other friendly fleets in the area.
Orminov: Right, sir.
*Craig turned towards the man standing next to the commander's chair. The man was easily twice as old as Craig.*
Am I doing the right thing, Ledan?
*Ledan nodded his assent.*
Ledan: I think so... I would do the same thing in your position, sir.
Ledan, I'm asking for your opinion as a friend and mentor, not professional advice.
*Ledan had served with Craig at almost every one of his posts.*
Ledan: Alright. Craig, you're inexperienced commanding such a large ship as this. However, so, you are making the right decisions. If you want my help, you'll have to trust that my opinions are based on proffesional and personal experience with you.
Right. Thank you...

[Juan]

Zorak patrolls the lower deck of the Dolos III, prowling towards the dock at which is MA is located. He reaches the bay, which is basically an opening with a connection to the MA. Zorak stares at the Bigro Meyer. It is an older unit, the design a prototype from around the one year war. However, it suits him just fine.

It is a speedy unit, but ha enough power to do the job Rawanuk wants. It would serve just fine.

[The Fighting Libra]

*Billy Mac is sitting inside of his unit, the GP-01FB, as he has his hands rested on the controls. The suit has no power running through it, but then again, this would be the first time it would be started in about 200 or more years, according to the records. It had lied dormant after being repaired after a major battle, and it needed to be tested before it could be passed as a capable personal unit. Billy Mac talks to himself in the cockpit, trying to imagine how the suit would perform*

Full Vernian, don't do me wrong. I'll be counting on you in the heat of the battle, and those four main boosters better keep us both out of harms way.

[Triyun]

Musaka's dragging lines of clone suits begin moving towards Side 2 with engines fully burning. They were making haste. Meanwhile began moving into a 90 degree arc position from th staging point to prepare to deploy mobile suits.

The Musaka's locked missiles when they were in range of the outer parts of the Side 2 colony cluster. Anti-Capital ship missiles lit up the stars as 3 waves of 24 missiles headed towards Side 2's outer perimeter patrol vessels and MS Launch platforms. They were carrying small tactical nuclear weapons, the catch was even though they had relatively little punch compared to the big nukes seen in previous wars (only 40% more powerful than the standard conventional warheads) they emitted strong EMP waves upon detonation.

Side 2 Defenses:

280 Jegans (44 stationed aboard ships the rest aboard launch platforms)
12 GM III's (All stationed aboard launch platforms)
9 Defensive Platforms:
30 Secondary Double Barrel Guns
10 Salamis Class Warships
1 Crap Class

((Libra you can command the forces here))

[DeepFreeze]

988-17's Nachtjäger approached the colony, seperate from the rest of the Dolos III's clone forces, but close enough to draw their support or support them, if needed.

988-17, or Terrance, as he was called, loved his job. He had to; he was literally born for it. He quickly went through a mental checklist and triple-checked his beam saber and beam carbine charges. His experimental mobile suit drifted, awaiting the order to strike. His advanced independence training screamed for him to issue commands himself. In fact, his command rank allowed him to countermand whatever the task force commander ordered. But a deeply inbred discipline kept it at bay, recognizing the superiority of the task force commander.

He settled for double-clicking his comm unit, indicating his readiness.

[Triyun]

Orders came in to the elite clone troopers: their sniper units and their test corps. Which made up approximately 12 mobile suits. It was in a heavily encoded language of simple beeps, a language which the clones new from birth. The order was simple.

"Don't let the first wave get off their launch catapults."

[The Original Gato]

Alpha sat silently in the cockpit of his F90 variant, he had already gone through the basic check list and was now waiting to launch on a booster sled from a Musaka. The seconds ticked down till finally Alpha felt himself being pushed back into the command couch. The momentary acceleration subsided as the speed of the sled tapered off. Alpha dialed his comm to the unit frequency. To any non clone there was a deathly quiet over the comm, none of the normal chatter within the ranks or orders from superiors to cut the chatter. Clones were bred for war, they had no inclination to conversation and they thought far more alike than any humans.

Alpha kept his current thought train for little more than a second. The battlefield was not the place for philosophy, and yet how much different was he than a freeborn ((w00t second Battletech reference in one post)), after all he was one of the first clones, he was definitely closer to a freeborn than to a normal clone. Still he spent his mess periods in the clone mess hall, and he spent his free time inspecting weapons and going over tactical data, at times there were urges to do something that the freeborns did to induce fun such as sports but clones had little use for that aside from training exercises to stay in shape. For the most part the clones did not feel emotions but Alpha was different, but again this was not the time to be thinking of such things.

((Would some one mind posting the Feddy fleets that are stationed at Side 2.))

[DeepFreeze]

As the other clone units went about their business, Terrance's experimental mobile suit brought its carbine up, and activated the scope.

Instead of a more traditional and inefficient monoeye system, the Nachtjäger employed a Federation-style visor and forehead camera system, as well as direct weapon interfacing. Thus, a secondary monitor flashed on with targeting information, leaving his main viewscreens free. Using the direct camera feed from his beam carbine's scope, he sighted on an ingress/egress door that could only have been a mobile suit catapult.

With a target in sight, 988-17 did what every clone was good at doing: waiting.

[Triyun]

((I did post them Gato))

[Nowhere Man]

Orminov: SIR, MESSAGE FROM SIDE 2! "UNDER BLOCKADE BY UNKNOWN VESSELS! MAY BE UNCONFIRMED NEO-ZEON!"
*Craig goes wide eyed and seems to lean towards the comms officer.*
WHAT!?
Ledan: Damn them... We can't resupply here...
*Craig grits his teeth together.*
It's impossible... We can't go up against them... The strongest MS we have is my Jegan-D.
Bauer: Orders?
*Craig thinks long and hard about their situation.*
... Hold here until further orders. Send out short-range patrols every 5 hours, just to make sure we're not being closed-in and surrounded. I'll take one patrol with Johannsen. Grenning and Suzuki will have the second patrol rotation. Tell the pilots to conserve propellant as much as possible. Set crew on emergency watch, and keep scanning the area. Also, if possible, get in touch with the commander of our Side 2 forces.
Ledan: [Smiling] You're becoming a captain already!
*Craig doesn't smile.*
I was hoping that we could avoid trouble before we were resupplied, but it looks as if we're stuck here until we figure out someplace else to go...

[Mega Raptor]

Jacob sat in the cockpit of his Hygogg, strapped in tightly and watching the hatch on the submersible. It was a simple vehicle, build specifically to deploy a three suit hit and run team. There was a Federation base in Baja California that the team was preparing to hit. Hopefully the target was far enough away from their base of operations so as to confuse the Federation as to just where it had come from.

"This is Sigma-1. Control, we're ready to go," Jacob whispered into his comm.

"Roger that, Sigma-1. We've got a ship patroling the area, so we're going silent. We will launch as soon as it's past," a hushed voice responded.

"Affirmative, control. Going silent," Jacob shut down the comm and waited. In a few minutes, the ship would pass, and the attack would begin.

[DeepFreeze]

"Command, HPAR-Three "Tracker" reporting. Faint sensor contacts suggest unidentified incoming forces several relative kilometers out from your position. Suggest watching your six. Tracker out."

[Triyun]

"Roger that H-Par Three."

The communications officer on the bridge looked over to tell the C. O., he however saw Triyun wave good by as he fixed his flight helmet on.

"I got this."


-----------------------5 minutes later aboard the Dolos III--------------------


"Sazabi launching!"

The massive red suit exitted the launch bay with its beam shot rifle in one hand and its shield in another. It speed off towards the Salamis Cruiser alone deploying an inflatable asteroid camouflage. After the initial acceleration Triyun reverted to momentum to travel the res of the way. Triyun left Zorak in command of the flanking force. Triyun closed his eyes as he closed into about 2.5 kilometers range. The funnels deployed as he visualized his targets which were still out. 6 beam burst from multiple directions came in on the communications array of the ship.

[Wind]

James waited in his Z'gok-E, very much ready to go on the mission. Just a hit and run, like usual, but these can still do plenty of damage, especially since the feddies generally don't have any MS that are seaworthy.

Hell, we're still using OYW MS. He thought, but salvaged and overhauled is better than nothing.