In Side 7, the Luna II colonies receive a transmission that blocks out all other media satellites in the area. In what appears to be an empty area illuminates on the television screens as a thrown room filled with men in uniforms of olive green coats outlined with gold strips. The cameras suddenly turn to a figure dressed to the finest in shining medals and elegant designs. He bears a thin, young face with light brown hair slicked back. He is about to begin his speech of injustice to the helpless citizens of Side 7�
�Greetings, to the citizens of Side 7. My name is chancellor Serjihn Zabi, cousin to the great Zabi family, who once dominated in power before the One-Year-War. Because of the Earth Federation�s interference with our path to independence, I have been forced to take action. For years we hid among the shadows as a former part of the Principality of Zeon. Now we have emerged wearing the stars of the Neo-Zeon, and residents of Side 7 have joined us over the years to conquer! Our time is now, and if the Federation fleets do not return to earth and leave Side 7, I shall have no choice but to make an example of your colonies. It would be very wise of you to heed my warnings, because I will not tolerate a lack of cooperation. My name is Serjihn Zabi, and the Federation shall feel our wrath soon enough.�
Meanwhile�on board the Salamis-Class Federation ship, the SS Crawfish, Captain Hermes, Commanding officer of the Federation fleets at Side 7, is now startled after receiving the broadcast sent by the colonies.
Capt Hermes: �God dammit! How did they get past us! I thought we had this sector secured!�. Relieving himself into his chair� �If only the Delaz Fleet hadn�t showed up we�d be at full strength right now. Because of our losses�it�s almost hopeless�� Stepping out of his chair, �Call our headquarters in Jaburo, we need immediate assistance! This is an emergency!�
Assistant: �I copy that�
Near Side 7�s Luna II Colony A, the Neo-Zeon Gwazine-Class capital ship awaits a response from the colonies�
Communicator: �Commander, his majesty Serjihn requests admittance to the control room�
Commander Ritter: �Let him through��
Within the control room of the Venom, Commander Ritter, a weary veteran of the One-Year-War, sits at his chair on an alert stasis. He wears his battlefield dress uniform and medals of rank. He is tall, with a strong build, and a short white beard. The door suddenly opens and Serjihn steps inside accompanied by two armed guards. Leaving him to deal with the fleet�s control, they step out as Serjihn gets accompanied with his surroundings.
Serjihn: �Ritter, I am impressed. Surely you must not have any second thoughts now about any possibly defeat.�
Ritter: �I wouldn�t be so sure. You underestimate the Federation fleets. We may have the upper-hand, but we must be prepared for the unexpected. There is always a chance for defeat, remember that.�
Serjihn: �Ah, but that is why I gave you the honor of taking command of this armada. You would never fail Ritter, I have seen you in action, and from our standpoint we outnumber the Federation fleet of Side 7 three to one. Just look out there��
Serjihn, pointing out the window shows the commander of the four other Musai-Class cruisers that are part of the fleet.
Serjihn: �The Federation would not dare to challenge that power! But as you said, be prepared for the unexpected. I also feel that the Federation would be stupid enough to attack our fleet head on.�
Ritter: �That�s not what I meant, and you know it. The Federation beat us once, they are able to do so again.�
Serjihn: �As I said before Ritter, that�s why I hired you. You should have learned from the Federation before. We will not make the same mistakes we made five years ago.�
Serjihn exits the room, as guards outside follow behind him.
Ritter: �His stubbornness hasn�t changed. That would have been his downfall if I hadn�t taken this position�� Looking upward through the side views of space in the control room, he glares at the colony� �As his majesty said�I won�t make the same mistake twice. It is time the Federation learn defeat.�