UC0084 - February 2
Serjihn Zabi stood up from the table, glaring at his officers. �What do you mean, we�ve lost the SS King?� he asked grimly. �I mean what I say, Chancellor. Lieutenant Commander Pummel has been lost.� One of the officers said. �Lieutenant Commander Irshan, I don�t like to hear bad news. Is there any good news?� Serjihn asked. �What should I tell you? That the Federation fleet isn�t advancing? This is a problem we cannot ignore. We must take action immediately, and I say we head into the asteroids� Irshan said.
There were five heads at the committee table. Chancellor Serjihn Zabi sat at the head of the table, with Commander Ritter, Lieutenant Commander Kluge, Lieutenant Commander Irshan, and Lieutenant Commander Monray.
Kluge commanded the SS Python, Irshan commanded the SS Boa, and Monray commanded the SS Rattle.
�Don�t be stupid, if we enter the asteroids, we risk destruction of our fleet. I say we hold our position and wait for them to come to us� Monray interrupted. �And what would happen if they flanked us? Do you have any idea what that would cause. We cannot afford to just sit here and wait!� Irshan retaliated. �Both of you, enough. Arguing will get us nowhere. We need to remain focused on the situations at hand.� Ritter explained. �I�d like to bring to our attention the situation on Colony A�� Ritter said, before interruption. �That is of no consequence� Kluge said softly, as all eyes turned towards him. �The rebels will be dealt with according to proper law� he said. �And what about the civilians? If we harm them, we risk losing popular support� Irshan said. �Then the hell with them. Civilians are casualties of war, no matter the cost� Kluge said, straightening his cuff links. Glancing up, he noticed Ritter staring blankly at him.
�You�re insane! How can I stand and listen to such mindless behavior?� Irshan complained, standing up. �Sit down!� Serjihn yelled. �I think we should listen to Kluge here, and think about what he says. You all are underestimating our power. If we don�t use it to its full extent, then we will be destroyed slowly by the numbers� he said. �Which is why I say we stick together� Monray said. �What about the opportunity to flank them? We would catch them by complete surprise if we�� Irshan was cut off. �Splitting up would decrease our numbers quicker, than if we took the offensive as a whole� Kluge said. �I settle on my answer that we move to the orbit of Luna II Colony A. I will not be reckoned with any longer� Serjihn said, exiting the silent conference room.
In the streets, crowds proceeded to yell and chant nasty remarks about Governor Dersnand. Holding signs high, the protesters made rants and noise in the city streets of Luna II Colony A. There were about a million others protesting that same week, and since the break out, they had caused injuries and death to the police and military soldiers who worked for the Governor. Already the uprising had sported a somewhat organized army for the people. During the same week, civilians had lost their lives to take control of factories and stations. As the crowd proceeded to pace rampantly, they looked into the distance to see soldiers marching. They were a division bearing the words of �L2A� on their sleeve. L2A stood for �Luna II Colony A�. Marching past the cheering crowd, the soldiers were properly suited for combat with helmets and fatigues on. Holding their assault rifles under arms, they walked by in rows of seven. There were at least one hundred of them, and following the soldiers were six older-model Magella-Attack tanks. From above, mobile suits towered over the people in the colony, as the protesters raised fists in excitement.
The soldiers continued marching about a mile onward, until they had arrived at a city block littered with bodies. Their own soldiers now sick, dead, and dying were covered with charred rubble. Where there once was an encampment, was now an old battleground. The rows of buildings on that block had crumbled to the ground or had walls torn off. There were marks of explosions caused. The governor had bombed them with planes or cannons. About forty soldiers lay dead around the block. Only minutes later, the soldiers heard a loud roar of planes overhead. �Take cover!� a man screamed. All around, the infantrymen used what was left of the building as cover for foxholes and trenches. Tanks backed up into alleyways to hide themselves. The plane paced over the surface three times, before moving off. Just as the soldiers began to stand out of their trenches, they heard movement once more. Zooming over the sky, three Lugun reconnaissance planes began firing blindly at the troops below. The fire hit randomly and few casualties were suffered. In the alleyways, the tanks fired at the reconnaissance planes, shooting down one. The two others returned for another attack run and blazed their machine guns once more.
Firing a second round, the tanks shot down both targets successfully. The planes had only killed ten people, and the militia was in shape to move on. Hearing a low sound vibrating and then getting louder, the men saw a mobile suit approaching. It was an old Zaku II model MS-06F from the One-Year-War. Equipped with a 100mm machine gun and drum belt, the Zaku made its way towards the soldiers. Getting their equipment together the militia rushed to gather ammunition and set up a line of defense. Coming closer, the tanks rolled out of the alleyway and began to fire immediately at the Zaku. Shells exploded off of buildings, and hit the Zaku, but caused only dents in its armor. The tank�s firepower was no match for the Zaku�s thick armor plating. The Zaku fired its 100mm machine gun, this time massacring the men in the front of the line. Bodies collapsed down into the trenches as the soldiers continued to scream and fire their assault rifles at the Zaku. The bullets tore men to pieces, as the Zaku raised his blazing machine gun at the tanks. Destroying two tanks on full auto, the Zaku stopped firing its machine gun to reload.
Seeing the opportunity to advance, the militia ran in, jumping over carcasses and rubble in the streets. Repositioning themselves close to the Zaku, they brought forth three men carrying bazookas. Aiming carefully, they fired at the mobile suit�s body, sending it collapsing to the ground with chest armor smoking. Waving arms, the squad leaders ordered their men to charge the enemy mobile suit. A hundred men ran out of the trenches and began jumping through the obstacles once more. As the men in front can up to the Zaku�s feet, the Zaku blasted its foot thrusters, causing men to burn and die in the blast of the rockets. The Zaku shot backward, still on the ground, and tore up the streets in a large crater line. Smashing into a building headfirst, the men ran through the ditch it had created, and went around the sides of the Zaku. Throwing grenades over top its body, the explosions left the Zaku�s chest armor bruised and smoking from burn marks. Waiting below the Zaku with weapons raised, the soldiers surrounded the Zaku. Opening the hatch, the Zaku pilot coughed, thinking he had lost the soldiers. Rifles fired in all directions, smearing the pilot�s blood over the top of the Zaku. The battle had been won, and of the one hundred-and-fifty former soldiers, eighty were left to march onward. Their next target was the Governor�s own home, and nothing would stop them from victory.hem from victory.