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Tyrius' eyes bore a fire in them that hungered for blood, but Lieutenant Romav's voice broke his focus, "Garrou, focus on the functional Salamis! They're the threat now!" His lips furled back and he snarled like a feral animal as he wheeled his Gelgoog R around, the violent change of thrust rocked him in the cockpit of the now aging mobile suit. "Grrrrr!" His voice seemed strained with hatred and anger, but he followed Romav's orders nonetheless for now. Quickly targeting a GM Quel that had fallen back to the remaining Salamis, his burst of beam machine gun fire missing wide to the left and vanishing off into the distance of space. What's worse, his beam machine gun indicators suddenly blipped on in his HUD, flashing red that the weapon was malfunctioning. He cleared the magazine and went to reload but the Quel's were high performance machines and his target became the aggressor, firing its beam gun at him, forcing him into evasive maneuvers, striking the Gelgoog R, the damage was minimal, but the unit shuddered with the impact.

Garrou brought his beam naginata to bare and dove headfirst at the GM Quel, utilizing his thrusters to avoid incoming fire as he could. He tore through the incoming fire with wild abandon, there was a recklessness in the way he piloted his machine. Tyrius let his anger drive him forward "ZIEG ZEON!" he roared he brought the massive beam naginata down onto the GM Quel, the massive beam blade ripped through the Quel's small shield and tore into the mobile suit, the driving force from Garrou drove the weapon deep into the enemy mobile suit until it pressed through to the cockpit. The Quel began to flicker and spark and Tyrius quickly withdrew the naginata from the destroyed Quel, firing his thrusters and moving on to target the Salamis itself as the Quel blew up as its reactor went critical. "Targeting the Salamis," his voice sounded far off, but he had another target in mind now, the loss of his machine gun brought a plan into his head, but they would need to significantly damage the Salamis class cruiser before he could enact it.

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Romav: Do you stick with Garrou or do you go on your own and enact other orders now that the Ensign has seemingly complied with your orders?

Garrou: Do you continue to target the Salamis or look to pick off the remaining mobile suits?


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The first two rockets tore through space aimed straight at the Quel between Romav and the crippled Salamis. The pilot was skilled but was so focused on shooting down the zig zagging midnight mobile suit that he didn't pay attention to the explosive warheads drawing on it. At the last second the pilot's peripherals detected it and brought it's shield to bear just in time for it to be obliterated by the first rocket sending it reeling back with concussive force just in time to be struck squarely by the second causing the dark purplish suit to glow with sparks and plumes of fire belching forth from it before it exploded completely.

Behind it the three rockets he'd fired in succession fared much worse. The first was shot out of the sky outright, the second clipped a piece of floating debris to spiral off target and explode at a glancing blow on the Salamis with little effect. The third however landed on target however in his the Romav's haste to fire and move on he chose a heavily armored section towards the bow of the Salamis and while spectacular it didn't add to the already crippled nature of the vessel. Victor wasn't aware of this as the Kämpfer had already moved on keeping pace with the Gelgoog that wasn't so much being piloted at this point as it was being forcibly dragged into the battle as if a chain were about the suits neck and it's anchor was the final Salamis. Beams glanced over the Kämpfer's armor scorching the titanium ceramic composite that lent to the Kämpfer's agility with none of them landing a deadly blow.

The radio chatter coming from the blue Gelgoog didn't sound like any pilot that Romav had ever known. It sounded like a prisoner locked in solitary confinement screaming at the world around him.

"Fettel, Kayra! Take that functional Salamis out of play! We're drawing their fire!"

Even if he didn't want to the fury of the blue gelgoog and the mesmerizing flicker of the Kämpfer drew plenty of attention from the remaining suits. Even as the suits danced about the Lieutenant barked orders but didn't take the time to notice one of the Quels that had been firing at the Kämpfer to no effect drew a beam saber and bore down on the nimble suit hoping to lock it up in close combat. "Hmmm?" The Lieutenant only noticed the vertical strike of the saber at the last second and while dodging out of the way the barrel to his bazooka became two pieces. "Damn it!" was all the pilot could bellow as the Kämpfer fired chest mounted vernier's and quickly created a space before discarding the now useless bazooka. And retrieved the Jagdgewehr Shotgun that had been carried uselessly in his left hand.

The pilot had skill but now was lost in his desire to kill the annoying Kämpfer and drove straight on with the shield pushed out. Romav fired one shell at the Quel to test the shield but it was pointless as the shield absorbed the round. Romav had to time this right as the blade was already raised in a vertical strike position again. The Quel was obviously wanting to end the confrontation in one blow. Within the Kämpfer Romav slammed the controls and was thrown to the right by the sheer force as the Quel brought the blade down just missing it's mark and at the exposed position Romav fired two rounds directly into the right midsection of the Quel and metal blew away from the suit along with a small hint of crimson as the pilot was struck by the second shot and at once the Quel was removed from the battle leaving Romav with seven shots left in the magazine. He fired the thrusters and within moments was with the blue Gelgoog again.


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Fettel was an extremely skilled pilot in his own right and he seemed to protect Kayra's Dom unit with aplomb and ease, giving her plenty of time to line up a shot at the functional and very much combative Salamis cruiser that they were engaged with. Still it gnawed at him that the Fury had not so much as opened with a salvo since their initial barrage to cover their approach. Had Captain Jaryk forged some plan that he hadn't informed them of in its entirety? "Kayra, you have to take the shot now," Fettel spoke in a reserved tone, the longer the fighting lasted the more opportunity there would be for the enemy to strike back. Furthermore Fettel worried that perhaps the two Salamis cruisers had already been able to get a may day signal transmitted through the stars to their allies, the Titans or the Federation, both would be equally happy to hunt those who claimed to be remnants of Zeon.

Kayra nodded inside the cockpit of her Rick Dom, the flickering red lock on appeared in her HUD, as it solidified bright red, signaling a lock she squeezed the trigger, the massive payload of energy from the beam bazooka caused her mobile suit to tremble for a second time. "Firing!" Her voice held conviction for her actions, the beam carried with it the righteous energies of Zeon, or so she thought. But there was something troubling, bubbling out there on the battlefield, waiting to be unleashed.

The horizon filled with the bright light, the rumbling of the impact could be felt through space immediately around the Salamis as the beam struck home. The Salamis guns still sounded off, but nearly in the numbers they had moments prior. The seemingly impenetrable carapace of the ship's hull was badly scorched, marred in points beyond recognition. The massive rocket thrusters had been destroyed, and Kayra nodded in appreciation of her fine shooting, "Target hit confirmed. Damaged looks extensive."
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The explosion of all of space itself seemed to encompass them, the bright light of the explosion was blinding, his Gelgoog R shuddered and rocked from the blast force. His proximity to the ship had been so close that he could have sworn he could taste the burning, smoldering metal in the air. Of course their was no air other than that which was recycling through his unit's life support systems. The brilliant light gave way and he seemed to find clarity in a number of things, he could see the reality of their situation and he acted on that. The knowledge that was suddenly 'gifted' to him. It could have been just the eyes of an observant man, but Tyrius Garrou was unlikely to be mistaken as such. It could have been the sly cunning of someone who saw an opportunity to make a little bit of an extra gain, to squeeze all of the proverbial juice from the fruit. But Ensign Garrou was not known a man who sought material gains, no, he was much, much simpler. His action was fueled by revenge, fueled by a hatred so deep it was in the core of his bones, seeped into his soul, threatened to turn everything he touched into blood and suffering, and he now fixated on the two wounded Salamis cruisers.

The GM Quels as well as the artillery units had been rocked and knocked around, their formation scattered by the explosion of the second Salamis' massive thruster array. Having peeled away from the Salamis, the Gelgoog R now hung in space, the beam bazooka that had been cast aside by Fettel in its hands, looming over the the two crippled Salamis units like an executioner in waiting. The voice that came over the open comm was one that would not be met with entusiasm by any, neither friend nor foe. Tyrius Garrou had not the authority to make such a command on his own, and yet here he was, with the means to exact a form of revenge, a dig so deep at the Federation and Titans forces that they would know some semblance of what he and his comrades had gone through for years.

"This is Ensign Tyrius Garrou of the 117th Zeonic Navy battalion, serving under Captain Jaryk of the Abyssal Fury. Federation and Titans forces, surrender your mobile suits to us immediately or I will open fire on your Salamis cruisers. Your choice is to continue fighting, in which case your cruisers will be destroyed and you will be killed down to every last man or you may surrender now, your lives will be spared if you comply. You have exactly 1 minute to decide your fate, then I decide for you!"
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Jaryk shot up in his Captain's chair and glared at the communications officer, "What the hell is going on out there? Open a line to Romav now!!" There was a more than a hint of anger in Captain Jaryk's voice. "Lieutenant Romav, situation report immediately, what the hell is Garrou doing? If they surrender their mobile suits then they're more foolish than we thought, but if they intend to comply allow them to do so. We've been put into this position by Garrou and now we don't have much choice but to go along with it..." Jaryk grumbled, but he couldn't hide his wry smirk. There was a certain amount of cunning that Jaryk liked about Garrou, but he knew that was not the Ensign's motivation. There would be no corronnation when or if he returned, no, there would be a holding cell for Ensign Garrou.
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"Twenty seconds!" Garrou was running out of patience, the Federation mobile suits thus far formed a defensive perimeter around the lead Salamis, but knew if they attempted to counter assault the madman with the beam bazooka would sink their cruiser and they would in turn all be killed. If they were good soldiers though, they would want to battle tooth and nail, to the last man if need be. There then came a crackle and hiss "This is Captain Klassen, you are a monster. I've heard of your Captain and from what I've known of the man he would not approve of these underhanded tactics! You're a bastard and-" Tyrius cut him off, "Captain Klassen, think of your men, how many of them are you willing to sacrifice for the sake of your pride?! Our pride has been quashed and held underfoot for years, you will yield now!! Yield or be destroyed! Your time is up, your answer!"

Klassen again came over the comm, over open channels "All Federation and Titans pilots, stand down. Ensign Garrou is it?" The Captain questioned as if sickened to be beholden to one of such a low rank. "All Federation and Titans pilots, exit your mobile suits slowly, anything that looks like hostile action will result in the desctruction of your two Salamis cruisers.

The flickering lights of mobile suit pilot jetpacks could be seen around the mobile suits, in a small flock they glittered in against the black sea of space as they retreated back to the Salamis. They seemed to be complying. "Fettel, take a squadron and collect the surrendered mobile suits." Garrou gave orders, but Fettel listened all the same. Being the madman with the gun seemed to hold that kind of sway over others. Kayra could only shake her head in reaction to this situation, "We're not terrorists, we shouldn't take hostages like this..." She lamented, but the course was set in this moment, but she would never view Garrou in the same way, she would have a hard time seeing him as anything other than a mercenary looking for a war to wage.

Fettel's focus was crystal clear, he was a hardened soldier, he would not be dissuaded by these less than admirable tactics employed by Tyrius, in fact he thought them to be somewhat clever. But their would be time to give the man his due only if they managed to get away with this assault turned hostage negotiation and heist rolled into one. "Enemy mobile suits have been collected," Fettel's Dom, along with 6 others retrieved the remaining GM Quels, the GM Cannon and the HiZack Cannon.

You're a monster! Your heart is cold and you just want to see others bleed because you've bled! The voice seemed to wash over him, startling him, though there was an almost soothing tone to the woman's voice. Tyrius quickly cycled through the comm channels but he couldn't find the source channel. Suddenly alerts flashed all throughout his HUD in his cockpit warning of a threat approaching at high speed. "****!" One clean signal turned into 10 suddenly, a missile barrage from the one target that had eluded them. The GM Full Bernean erupted back into view, missiles rocketing from it as the pilot of the mobile suit made the stand that Tyrius thought he had broken from this group of Federation soldiers. Tyrius pushed hard on the thrusters, quickly gaining altitude to avoid the initial salvo of missiles, but he could not avoid them completely, just the brunt of damage. The right leg of his mobile suit was struck and his mobile suit became less responsive as he lost use of the extra thruster array. "Die!" He roared, firing the beam bazooka he didn't have time to get a clean lock, and he could only target one of the Salamis cruisers, he chose the more severely damage cruiser, determined to get a kill. The far Salamis cruiser erupted into bright pink and yellow flame, the blast wave leapt out and slammed into the mobile suits that surrounded it. The pilots who were scrambling back to their mobile suits that they had left were caught just outside of the blast radius. Some were flung away from the ship and closer to their mobile suits. Quickly regaining them and enacting what little they could in the way of resistance. Others were simply incinerated in the blast
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"I can still take them down Captain!" Lieutenant Colonel Marya Jaegyn pleaded with Captain Klassen, seeing what the situation had disolved into, this was a battle that the Salamis could not escape from, and their ploy to catch the Zeon remnants by surprise had failed, but it was an admirable effort. Klassen's voice gave one final order to Jaegyn, "Marya, it has been a privilege to have you under my command, your father, Admiral Jaegyn would be proud of what you've done here today, but now you must leave, you alone can make it back to Solomon now. That's an order." Marya fought back the tears that formed in the corners of her eyes, hidden from view on the screen by her visor, she reached out a hand to the screen, her trembling voice could not hide her sorrow "Roger that Captain...Goodbye Uncle James." The Full Bernean tore away from the battle at such speed that was unbelievable, none of the Zeon mobile suits present could match its escape trajectory or speed.

You're a monster...You won't get away with this. I am Marya Jaegyn, the Huntress of the Titans Marya's voice called out over space, she refused to look back to see the last of her comrades mount what little of a counter assault they could. Her voice carried across the stars as if searching out the bastard who enacted this whole screwed up situation. Tyrius Garrou, I'll remember your name, I'll see you buried. Tyrius couldn't hear words, but he felt an aura, the same woman as before, again he checked the comm channels, frozen in place he searched in vain, then finally held his head as if they could somehow block out the feelings. Marya streaked across the stars, she had just enough fuel to return to Solomon, but she would make sure that she got back out onto patrols, she would hunt down that bastard Garrou.
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"We've no choice now..." Captain Jaryk said somberly, he'd been secretly hoping that Garrou's wild bid would pay off, but now it had blown up in their faces and every second he allowed the last bits of this battle play out he risked the lives of his men. "Full barrage!" The gunnery commander looked at him for a moment with a questioning look, to do so would put their own men at risk, but it also went against the code of honor that Jaryk had hoped to follow here. He did not want the crews dead, he wanted their ships dead in the water, nothing more. The Abyssal Fury opened up with all of her particle cannons, the Hyper particle cannon lead the way, striking home against the remaining Salamis.

The lancing bright light the roared across the stars towards them produced a light so bright it could have been the sun for all they knew, Captain Klassen simply smiled and sat down in his chair, nodding his head and wishing his niece luck one final time "Goodbye and Godspeed Marya." Then the blast struck and the Salamis was torn to shreads, the full barrage of the Fury simply chewed her foe to pieces.
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Captain Jaryk's voice came over the comms loud and clear "Lieutenant Romav, destroy any remaining enemy resistance and then you are to escort Ensign Garrou back to the Abyssal Fury at once! If he so much as tries anything you are to gut his cockpit, I want his mobile suit salvageable. "Garrou, you're a damned fool and you very nearly got my men killed today! You will face sanction when you return to the Abyssal Fury!" Jaryk seethed with every word. "Romav, see to it that Fettel gathers up what mobile suits we were able to obtain through Garrou's ass backwards scheme, I won't have this abomination of a mission a total loss." Jaryk left the comm silent after that, he stood up and stormed off the bridge "Security team with me, we are taking custody of Ensign Garrou upon arrival!" His limp was nowhere near as noticeable now, fired up with adrenaline from combat and from having his hand forced to excessive death toll by his foolish Ensign. His patience had been tested long enough.
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Romav: You have been charged with escorting Ensign Garrou back to the Abyssal Fury. While you are unpleased with Garrou's methods, you can't help but note that your force has now obtained 6 additional mobile suits, granted 4 of them are GM Quels, but one is a GM Cannon unit and a HiZack Cannon unit, all of which appear to be fully functional. You finish your grim task of eradicating what little paltry resistance is left before deciding what you will do about Garrou.

Garrou: Having heard the voice of an unknown woman, seemingly without the use of the comms system at all you are left startled and shaken. You are frozen, remembering the words that were spoken to you and for the moment breathing heavily, holding your head. The orders of Captain Jaryk and Lieutenant Romav do not even register with you, so taken aback by the events of what happened during combat. Your fate is largely out of your hands now, but you are so shaken by what is happening that you can only focus on one thing...Marya Jaegyn.


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Space appeared to be little more than a blur now with how quick the suits flung through the blackness. The blue Gelgoog was like an angry God plummeting through oncoming fire and taking several insignificant hits while the Kämpfer danced and lurched as it twirled through the oncoming blasts. All at once Romav lost the young pilot just for a moment as he moved and then another blinding light. Kayra had recharged anad fired and the second functioning salamis blew apart from its thruster array sitting dead in the water. At once it seemed as though the battle came to a pause. The Federation pilots sat there dumb founded taking in what just happened in the same way the Zeon pilots did. The fire seemed to consume what few suits were near it including the Kämpfer although it was on the outskirts. It purged the surface clean and left it charred as if baptized in a new life. The temperature sensors went berzerk and sparks flew inside the cockpit but overall the suit held together just fine. "Damn fine shot, Kayra," was all that broke through the silence for a fleeting moment from Romav's suit and then something awful happened.

"This is Ensign Tyrius Garrou of the 117th Zeonic Navy Battalion. . ."

As his speech went on Romav immediately realized what was happening. The beam bazooka that Fettel had been carrying was now in the hands of what was now essentially a mentally unsound murderer. Without hesitation Romav slammed his controls down and lurched towards the Gelgoog but the overheating caused more damage than he had hoped and immediately a series of sparks shot up from the console and the Lieutenant had to reach for the extinguisher while The MS-18E hung momentarily dead in space with nothing but the cockpit to hear his profanity. The suit had essentially powered down leaving Romav cut off mostly from the speech hearing only bits and pieces as he fumed and fought to place a new fuse. The glints of Captain Jaryk came over the intercom but much the same as before it was garbled until the Lieutenant secured the fuse.

". . . Choice but to go along with it."

Whatever was happening the Captain was going to roll with either out of enthusiasm or out of a forced hand. The die had already been cast he couldn't stop Garrou now lest their solidarity be questioned and the possibility of another engagement to come to fruition.

"Twenty Seconds!"

The anger was welling up within Viktor along with worry over what was happening next when at once "All Federation and Titans pilots, stand down. . ." echoed through the comms. Whatever the Ensign's gamble was it had paid off. Romav was flustered over the situation but they had found a way to avoid more death and to acquire suits and that was very welcomed now. This insignificant skirmish wouldn't win them anything so it was best to move on. Take the suits, leave the two Salamis for the rescue teams.

Suddenly the pangs of a headache as if the helmet were shrinking about the Lieutenant's skull and then explosions. The headache threw Romav off balance and he realized that a suit had entered the quiet, the GM with the additional thrusters and it was attacking Garrou. When Romav realized what was happening all he could hear was "Die!" and like that a sun came into view. Or at least something as bright and Romav turned to see the Salamis bubbling and glowing as it's very hull melted under the head of the bazooka spitting out molten metal until, at once, the integrity gave and the ship erupted in a magnificent glow that consumed several suits and pilots that were fleeing from their now abandoned suits.

"No. . . NO!" The Lieutenant's voice unconsciously spoke, trembling with equal parts fear and rage. The battle was over and it was as though he could feel the countless souls that were now nothing more than dust pointlessly smeared across the hands of the Ensign. "Damn you Garrou. What the hell is wrong with you!? Executing the defenseless is not what we do!" He felt the controls of the suit lurch forward as he moved to engage the blue Gelgoog when the calm fury of Captain Jaryk came over the Comms. His voice was controlled but anger seeped from it like lava. Whatever the headache was that had overtaken the Lieutenant had passed and he moved his mobile suit near the Gelgoog that hung dead in the blackness. Around them minor explosions dotted space as the last few Federation suits burnt out in their noble but pointless stand.

He stared at the forward display for what seemed like an eternity fixated on the blue Gelgoog as it hung as if suspended like a marionette. Viktor's finger hovered over the firing trigger momentarily as he entertained the thought of finishing the fight. Whatever had happened had seemingly paralyzed the Ensign. The weight of the deaths still hung heavily on the Lieutenant and with an almost apologetic tone he spoke to the pilot trying to coax him back

"Come on, Garrou. Let's go back to base. . ."

When the Gelgoog didn't respond he grabbed the suit at the right forearm and gave a few thumps on the thruster to return to the Abyssal Fury to let Garrou rot in whatever hole that Jaryk eventually threw him into.


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Tyrius felt his Gelgoog R lurch forward under the direction of another. His hands hadn't left his helmet, grasping at his head as if that would somehow change what had happened, the reaction he'd felt, the course of action he'd taken as a result, there was no going back now. "...That woman...How..." He muttered to himself, still playing the events over and over in his mind. Somehow that woman, Marya Jaegyn had breached his comm unit and spoke to him? No, that wasn't it at all. Something else had happened, he felt a strange sense of worry and guilt in the immediate aftermath and the loss of life. The feelings of sorrow and guilt were not his own, at least he didn't believe they were. "What the hell is happening..." The whole of space seemed to be swirling and he felt a strange tension in the air, perhaps it was just his nerves about returning to the ship. Captain Jaryk would not be pleased with him and he knew it.

His thirst for revenge of some form created a scenario wherein the only option had been extermination of their opposition, a tactic he knew that the Captain had not wanted to utilize, there would likely be no staying of the Captain's hand upon his return. He allowed his Gelgoog to be dragged listlessly back to the Abyssal Fury, contemplating his fate silently, too wracked with so many conflicting emotions to try and plead his case to Romav who was dutifully following the Captain's orders.
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As the mobile suits landed on the mobile suit deck Jaryk was there to greet them, barking orders as there Rick Dom units returned with what appeared to be fully operational GM Quels, a GM Cannon and a modified HiZack, that had been retrofitted to utilize a GM Cannon's shoulder cannon.

"Get a technician to work on those Federation mobile suits, make sure they're not encoded or booby trapped before you attempt to open up the cockpits! Once they're secured repaint them to suit our needs, I won't have them launch in those colors, understood?!" The Captain was marching with an uneven hitch in his step as he walked, his prosthetic leg however was not slowing him down. The man was bristling with anger and frustration. At the sight of the Gelgoog R he shook his head, noting the damage done to the right leg, riddled with pock marks from beam blasts that didn't connect directly and then there was the leg itself, gone below the shin, and above that the plating was torn to bits exposing the inner frame of the mobile suit. The repairs necessary to the unit alone would have been enough to cause him to be more than annoyed, but to compound matters the price that had been paid was unnecessary. Garrou had willingly brought a match into a stockhouse filled with kerosene.

The Captain clenched his fists as the Gelgoog R came to a halt, held up by mechanical arm restraints that latched onto the mobile suit around the waist and shoulders, useful features to keep the mobile suits in place during transport, particularly in gravity. But now they were tasked with the additional need of holding the unit up as it no longer had a right leg to place weight on. Jaryk took the mechanical lift up to the cockpit with two ship commandos, both with their pistols drawn in case Garrou resisted in any way. When the cockpit opened however Jaryk was brought back nearly 5 years, his mind leapt back in time and he was once again staring at Tyrius Garrou, so strained and distraught that he could do nothing but repeat himself.

Garrou looked up at him, their eyes locked, tears streamed down Garrou's face, "...I....I tried to save them...I couldn't get to them. Every last one of them...The Feddies deserved this, they deserved this, but...those people..." His breathing was strained as he held his head and seemed to grasp at his chest, drawing the attention of the Zeon commandos who quickly took aim at him, readying their pistols. Jaryk raised his right hand, signalling them to hold their fire, "At ease...Ensign Garrou is in no state to cause harm to anyone but himself." As if to confirm that statement, Tyrius clenched at his own pilot suit, clawing at his chest, gripping the collar of his pilot suit "...I can still feel it...Why won't this pain go away Captain? I can't make it go away..." Jaryk's mind was cast back to that fateful day at A Baoa Qu where he first met Tyrius Garrou. He had sensed something then about the boy, but somehow he hadn't fully realized what should have been so obvious to him. Tyrius Garrou, while not particularly powerful was a NewType. His mind cast back to the designation Garrou had claimed when he had made his announcement in a bid to procure the enemy mobile suits. "The 117th...a NewType development division. Garrou, when you said you tried to save them, you meant your squadmates from the 117th didn't you?" Jaryk spoke as if he was talking to a child, careful with his words, but not forgiving. Tyrius could only nod somberly. With a flick of his hand Jaryk's body guards left, heading back down the scaffolding. "Tyrius," Jaryk spoke with a paternal tone, "I'm sorry I didn't realize this sooner, but when you were at A Baoa Qu, you felt your friends didn't you? I mean, when you were all fighting, you could sense each other and then you couldn't when they were gone." Tyrius looked up, the familiar rage was present, but accompanied by a great deal of sorrow, tears flowed from the young man's eyes. "Yes," he removed his helmet to reveal his saddened features, "I felt everyone of them, their fires burning bright, my friends, all of us, we were like a family, we didn't have anyone else to think of as family at that point. We were all bonded closely, and I felt each one of them burn out, extinguished in space, I will never forget that void. I just wanted them to feel that void, and now I have and it just weighs more on me!" he slammed his fist into the cockpit HUD, he retracted his hand, bleeding, leaving a smattering of blood on the now cracked screen.

Jaryk nodded and looked at Tyrius "Yes, we all live with our choices. You violated my orders, but we were able to net 6 mobile suits out of the engagement. Tyrius, as much as you let your anger and drive for revenge guide you, you weren't completely wrong. They must pay a penalty, but we must excise that penalty from the Federation and the Titans, not from the people who have no choice but to serve them. Your actions are partly my fault, I should have forseen how you might have reacted to a situation like that." Jaryk did not want to completely tip his hand to the Ensign but continued, "I knew there was something that I sensed in you, it is a shared sense of loss. That sense of loss permeates just about every crew member on this ship and taking part in this operation. You're not alone, and you cannot act unilaterally again. As it stands, you shall serve 10 days in the brig. It is an abbreviated sentence, but do not mistake it as charity on my part. I need all of my mobile suit pilots operational. Also, you are hereby demoted to Lance Corporal."

Jaryk then called to the bridge "Bridge, set a course for Solomon. Stick as close to the debris fields as we can, we're going to rendezvous with the Zanzibar in 10 days."
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Romav: Jaryk asks you "Do you think I was too lenient on him?" After revealing Garrou's sentence to him. Knowing that Romav is an ace pilot, Jaryk can't help but ask the veteran pilot "Did you sense anything while you were out there?" What are your thoughts on Garrou's action, how do you react to the Captain's questions. IF you voice your opinions to the Captain he may very well take your opinions into account as he holds your word in high esteem.

Garrou: You're in the brig. Not much to do for you for a bit.


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There was no struggle as the Gelgoog came back to the hangar. Whatever moment of rage the younger ensign had felt had dissipated and now the suit was being dragged like a small child that had committed some wrong back to the Abyssal Fury and just like the silence that came from Garrou Romav didn't speak again there was no need to now. The Hizacks and the GM Quels were brought in first while the two hung in space and Romav thought back to his campaigns during the One Year War if you could call it that. He had been ignored for the better half of the war only to be thrown into the fray much like the cadets were on both sides. He would never admit it but to a degree he was thankful he never fought at A Baoa Qu or his soul would be burning in the darkness alongside theirs for eternity. Only the lucky survived that conflict.

The two suits entered the bay and the hangar's clamps took the Gelgoog from him and moved it away. His own Kämpfer was placed away and he watched the Captain seemingly wade with all his haste and go up to the Gelgoog's cockpit along with two MPs. Out of curiosity he engaged what little vision enhancement the Kämpfer he could peer somewhat into the scene just to see Captain Jaryk dismiss the MPs and to address him almost the way a father would, "Was that the look that Tyrius had given Jaryk at A Baoa Qu? The scared wild animal?" Or was it worse? Was the pilot in there not so much a man but a devil reveling in the carnage he had wrought.

The scene made perfect sense too, missing a leg, countless burns and pockmarks as if Garrou was wanting to be shot out of the sky just like the way Garrou had described the scene at A Baoa QU. He could only imagine what Tyrius actually looked like at the moment. The cockpit of the MS-18E popped open and he descended coolly downward. He wanted to be at peace from the scene and to figure out what exactly he was feeling. He was enraged over the loss of defenseless souls; of those that had not drank the propaganda and were pulling the strings. They were just clock punchers the same as the engineers on Axis or on most any other station. Still they were Titans and most importantly in their way and the encounter netted them additional mobile suits without the loss of Zeon life.

Looking about the hangar he wanted to be alone and left the hangar, "Lieutenant! Hey Lieutenant!" The cry came from behind as he left ignoring whoever it was that was behind him. He stopped in a hall between the hangar and his personal quarters and just stood silently brooding over the scene. He felt his pulse heighten and his breath quicken. What was that bizarre pressure he felt? He'd hadn't felt one that intense before both from the blue Gelgoog and from the GM Full Vernier that had engaged. He knew of the NewType sensations that come from being one of the gifted and he'd heard of those truly gifted but that wasn't him. He had just enough to make him different.

The waves that radiated from the young Ensign seemed to echo through the ship. He could feel the pilots anguish. He felt compelled to speak with the Captain now. To make amends and to beg forgiveness for being too weak to manage Garrou. It was as though the Captain was expecting him because in a few moments he was on the bridge again and the Captain seemed prepared for him. He explained the sentence to Romav for what he was going to do with the Ensign and finished his brief remarks with: "Do you think I was too lenient on him? Did you sense anything while you were out there?"

He thought deeply on it moreso in a fog than anything trying to find the right words.

"I haven't felt such a feeling of despair and anguish from another in. . . A long time. He flew with a suicidal recklessness, to kill but also to die. He's a Newtype isn't he? I'd say yes, you were, put him on ice and let him cool off. We don't have that luxury now. . . And he can't afford that luxury. Whatever baggage he has needs to be burned off before we get planet side. . . Sir."


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"I haven't felt such a feeling of despair and anguish from another in. . . A long time. He flew with a suicidal recklessness, to kill but also to die. He's a Newtype isn't he?" Romav asked, but the question was entirely rhetorical, more to see what, if anything the Captain would continue to keep to himself. "Yes, Tyrius Garrou is a NewType. As are you Lieutenant." The Captain eyed Romav with a knowing grin, he'd had his suspicions of Romav for awhile, but he'd never really felt the man's presence as he did now. "Perhaps Garrou's presence has awoken something in you Lieutenant..." He trailed off, implying that perhaps the proximity to a more unstable personality in Garrou may have had some beneficial effect on Romav, perhaps forcing him to be more in touch with his own, as yet limited NewType abilities. "Do you think I was too lenient on him?" Jaryk asked with some genuine concern, but it was clear he was testing Romav to an extent. "I'd say yes, you were, put him on ice and let him cool off. We don't have that luxury now. . . And he can't afford that luxury. Whatever baggage he has needs to be burned off before we get planet side. . . Sir." Captain Jaryk nodded, "Indeed we don't have time for him to cool off, and I doubt his demotion will mean much to him at this point. Unfortunately he remains one of our more seasoned pilots, green as he is. He's seen nearly twice as much fighting as many of our other pilots, which isn't saying much."

Captain Jaryk stood up and motioned for Romav to follow him, "Now Lieutenant, do you remember that Garrou said he was a member of the 117th Navy Battalion? Well he was, and that unit was quite known throughout the upper command to have been tinkering around with NewTypes, testing out youth for heightened reaction times and grasping at straws to try and find some silver bullet at the end of the war." Jaryk looked at Romav as they exited the main elevator that had taken them below decks. There a number of access ways could be accessed through various doors for maintenance and other things. Captain Jaryk walked towards an unmarked door, behind which was another elevator. Both had required the Captain's key card to access. "Well Lieutenant, the 117th actually made some progress in their techniques of bringing to the fore the latent NewType potential within certain candidates." Captain Jaryk with his medals of rank on full display took on a different appearance, a fire burned in his eyes of pride and it could be sensed by those around him who could feel such things. In that fire though, there was a flash of something else, driven to succeed. In the somewhat darkened corridor between the exit of this hidden elevator and in front of one of only two doors in the depths of the ship Jaryk looked to Romav, "What you will see here is for your eyes only. I need you in order to facilitate our mission, the hopes and ideals of Zeon will rest on your choices now Viktor, I can only hope that you will support me here. We must both accept that certain things are necessary for the sake of our mission, which outweighs the importance of either of our lives, or the life of any one man."

Jaryk swiped his key card and as the massive door hissed, breaking its seals and sliding open to allow them entry, it closed behind them with a decisive woosh and the sharp clicks of the encoded latches sealing the room again. There was a small staff milling around, seemingly ignoring the Captain as if they were used to seeing him and that those with other tasks to do continued on with them. There were several chambers, they took the appearance of capsules, with vast power grids next to each one, eight in total, though at the moment they did not seem to be occupied. One however drew quite a small crowd, personnel in medical staff attire as well as one ranked officer Lieutenant Commander Heidrich who took notice of Captain Jaryk immediately and saluted, then briefly acknowledged Romav "Lieutenant," with an air of suspicion about including the other officer. "Captain, Lance Corporal Garrou is thus far quite responsive to the prescribed treatment, however," the Lieutenant Commander leaned in as if to only speak to the Captain, "Garrou has been in quite some discomfort shall we say, the treatments are not lightly undertaken though Captain." Jaryk nodded before an agonized scream carried through the lab, the voice was that of Garrou, but he was clearly in pain. "It seems that Garrou has moved on to Phase 3 of his rehabilitation." Jaryk turned to Romav, the sounds of Garrou's screams echoing off the enclosed lab room, "You must see this for yourself Romav, we are mastering what could not be accomplished at the end of the war." He strode towards the chamber that contained Garrou, the prosthetic leg seemingly of no hinderance to him now. Jaryk held his hand out towards the encapsulated Garrou, who had an odd contraption over his eyes, the device bore a passing resemblance to a vision testing machine, but the flickering lights behind it indicated that he was undergoing rapid light therapy along with other visual stimuli that would retrain him. He was monitored by a team of medical staff, but the electrodes that ran down his arms and along his body fired what must have been incredibly painful and rapidly timed jolts of electricity. "Viktor, this is the price of war now, we must steel ourselves, I can feel his anguish just as you can, perhaps more keenly, but I know this is for the betterment of our mission. Our mission that is of import above all else. Tyrius Garrou will play his part, and he will do so without further hiccups. You will be his handler out there on the battlefield Viktor, he will listen to you now. He will listen or he will be re-educated again until he is fully responsive to the needs of the mission. Don't you see what we can do now? The possibilities are limitless, but combat experience can be gained in mere days through implantation and manipulation of memory without ever having had actual combat experience, we will always have pilots for our mobile suits. We can return to Axis as heroes Viktor, moreso we will return victorious!" There was a dangerous glow around the Captain in this moment, but there was also a fire that swirled around him of passion and vengeance for Zeon and its ideals. If Romav had his doubts about the Captain, he would know now, from the pressure emanating from the man that he was a NewType and a rather powerful one. "Viktor, you must be my right hand on the battlefield, we will need your experience at Solomon, we shall make history there in 5 days time. But now, we must let the science team continue with there works, and we should return to the upper decks. You needed to know the truth of things Viktor, you needed to know just how close we are to turning the tides of this war, don't let yourself doubt that this is still a war, one that we will win, with our hardened focus and steeled hearts. Come now." Jaryk motioned again for Romav to follow him, this time exiting the lab. The screams of Garrou echoed for a moment longer until the massive bay door sealed shut again. Though his screams could no longer be heard, the torment and anguish against him could be felt by both Jaryk and Romav, the heart of a wild stallion was forcibly being broken and made to heel and the sorrow that surrounded the silent cries of Garrou echoed through the halls in the form of a sad and hateful pressure.
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Romav: You have choices to make now. Do you accept that brainwashing, memory implantation and manipulation are truly a means to the end of this war with Zeon as the victors? It is true that being able to harness the latent potential in green recruits, conscripted personnel or those like Garrou who are volatile personalities will go toward the war effort, but where does your conscience lie? You know there are those aboard the ship who would likely support you in putting a stop to this if they found out what the Captain had authorized be done to Garrou and who knows how many others. However you must weigh your options, Arlen Jaryk is an old friend and his motivations are to see Zeon truly reborn which is your goal as well. Whatever you decide, eventually you will have to stand behind it wholeheartedly and as a grizzled veteran of countless campaigns you know this.

Garrou: As your 'rehabilitation' continues the pain that you experience is numbing, yet you can hear every pop and feel every jolt of electricity as you are 'rebuilt' in an image better suited to your commanding officer. However, the process has created a new experience of pain and sorrow for you, one that perhaps those who operate on you did not intend. Your heart is hardened as a result of the death of your friends, and now the added anger and sorrow of betrayal adds to the fire that burns within you. You cannot let go of your hatred and even these treatments cannot seem to separate you from that. One of the medical staff notes an abnormal reading in your brainwave patterns, something that seems resisting their efforts to reprogram you. The intensity of the machines are turned up and your agony seems to begin anew.


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It was a very odd feeling to be called a NewType. Sure he'd held his own suspicions for some time how could someone survive extended battle without a particular gift? Romav had considered it more of a ruse than anything; a testament to his own luck that he might survive. Whatever had transpired recently had seemingly caused his small gift to blossom ever so slightly to give Jaryk who must have been a NewType as well to be able to recognize it within the pilot. He would describe the sensation as having a phantom in the cockpit with him gently gesturing to him where to look and working with his hands on the controls.

'Unfortunately he remains one of our more seasoned pilots.'

That remark almost brought a laugh from the older veteran. Perhaps it was the way of things. Those that had survived long enough under Zeon grew to know life under the heel of the Earth Federation and subsequently the Titans. So well-conditioned were the remains of Zeon that they merely accepted what little crumbs they had been tossed like a dog on the floor begging at the dinner table. Now, apparently, the only pilots left alive capable of holding the burning fire of Zeon were the green pilots that had grown under that heel and who's souls burned to be free, who read about or heard the tales of the legendary warriors of Zeon striving against the tide.

The captain continued talking and brought Romav with him. The walk had lasted some time and the Lieutenant hadn't realized where the walk had taken him. It was as though he'd fallen asleep or drifted off, much of the words spoken seemed to be nothing more than mumblings to the pilot. He heard bits and pieces, scraps of vocal inflection that seemed to be distant yelling. It wasn't until a colossal door hissed in protest and slowly creaked open revealing a small collective of workings buzzing about and immediately a wave of pulsing washed over him. It snapped him from the mental lull and it slowly dawned on him what was going on. Well more precisely it dawned on him when his mind registered the screaming and the pulsing in his head that accompanied it.

The lone occupied capsule in the room and it's several attendants revealed Tyrius Garrou locked within its confines. The screams were horrifying not because of the pain that was being inflicted on the young man but of the psycho waves that rippled out from him with every scream. It left Romav's hair on end and with each scream and it punctuated the fervor with which the Captain thundered forth pumped full with the fire of Zeon and revenge. An aura like pressure seemed to push out from Jaryk now and what little question he had about the NewType capacity of their captain was erased and replaced with an assuredness. There was a seductive quality there and a faint glaze returned to Romav's being as the Captain thundered away leaving Romav only to nod weakly.

"Yes Captain. . ."

The words didn't even feel like his own, they were spoken in a flat monotone with little inflection that was common with the pilot who spoke with a fire about battle and war. He was borderline entranced by the Captain's rhetoric and as the pilot left the chamber with the captain he couldn't help but feel the pain and anger still rippling out from the chamber but the psychic waters were infinitely calmer here somewhat insulated from Garrou's screams. He felt inside that what was going on in there was the opposite of what Zeon stood for. Zeon was freedom and glory, this was lab experiments and torture. Were the two sides so similar? He wanted to protest but for whatever reason felt aligned with Arlen. The Captain's aura was intoxicating.

"I don't agree with what you're doing, Arlen. However our hand is forced and we must do what must be done to free our brothers and sisters in space still clasped in bondage. I will be your hand. I will follow you into the brink."


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"I don't agree with what you're doing, Arlen. However our hand is forced and we must do what must be done to free our brothers and sisters in space still clasped in bondage. I will be your hand. I will follow you into the brink." Lieutenant Romav's words seemed somehow distant, as if he wasn't the one that was truly giving voice to them, but they had served their purpose, Jaryk knew that Romav was under his sway and would, at least for the time being. "Lieutenant, I'm glad that I can count on you. We will need you ready to sortie in 48 hours. We are still 6 days from Solomon, but we must make a stop to resupply. Lieutenant you are dismissed." With that Captain Jaryk turned and walked back to the bridge before Romav had even responded to his dismissal.

"Everything is progressing...Just as planned... Jaryk mused to himself as he strode confidently back to the bridge of the ship, he walked a route that took him past a massive sealed door adjacent to the main hangar bay and smiled, "soon enough the wraiths of our past shall rise up to liberate us," he spoke cryptically, placing his hand upon the massive door, as if he could somehow feel the presence of something great and terrible on the other side of it.

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"His readings seem to have normalized, but-" The technician overlooked the machines that were linked up to Tyrius Garrou, the blips and hisses were within the normal symphony of the machines that monitored him while the process of "re-training" took place. A shrill alert siren went off suddenly, throwing the 'symphony' into chaos as one monitor after the other flickered red and signaled its failure or effort to restart. "Romav...You bastard...You spoke of honor...Of loyalty..." It was the hatred within Tyrius that seemed to be channeling through him now, that singular focus that had allowed him to save some parts of himself. He lurched forward as if to sit up, his arm shot forward, ripping out various IV drips as he regained some of himself.

"Restrain him!" The arms of several technicians wrapped about him, holding him down, and Heidreicht looked down at him and merely nodded. "Up the dosages for him, he's resistant, but we'll see him brought to heel." The sharp pain of a needle and the world faded to black again, and any connection or sensation he may have been able to generate for anyone to hear faded with his consciousness.

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Romav: Knowing that you will need to be ready for combat within 48 hours for an as yet unknown mission you must come to terms with your decision. Will you truly adhere to Captain Jaryk's plan, even if entails the enslavement of those who are supposed to be embodying freedom? Do you hear or sense Garrou's effort to reach you in some way? Do you acknowledge them or push them out of your thoughts?

Garrou: Under Heidreicht's supervision you are inundated with even more psychotropic drugs that make you more maleable to their 're-training' processes. How much longer you will be able to retain your own self is unknown, but one would have to suspect you do not have much time before you fully succumb to the process and adhere to this new breed of Zeon with an unnatural and hazy zeal.


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--"Lieutenant, I'm glad that I can count on you. We will need you ready to sortie in 48 hours. We are still 6 days from Solomon, but we must make a stop to resupply. Lieutenant you are dismissed."--

The words drifted through the air and Romav didn't fully come to until he had already returned to his quarters. The world seemed to return to him all at once and he realized where he was and that he was sitting at his desk. There was a familiar picture in the corner of the desk haphazardly discarded there in a rush during one of the brief moments between battles. Viktor was tired, more tired than he'd care to admit. He wasn't as young as he once was and it'd been a long time since he'd been in the heat of battle. He liked the idea of taking a nap but there was this nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Especially with battle so close

There was scant a moment to be had aboard the Fury where he wasn't running to his Kämpfer or trying to get his suit ready for the next engagement but there seemed to be time missing from his stay on the ship and he couldn't quite place his finger on it. He took the time to lay down in his bed more so collapsing than anything else and sleep overtook him but rest could not find him.

His dreams were plagued with bizarre images. He perceived his own captain and could hear his words despite the captain's mouth remaining closed but the words were unintelligible; they blurred and overlapped each other and only left emotional impression on Romav. Then all at once the image evaporated, in his mind he could hear the rage filled Ensign bellowing at him; berating him while holding a Zeonic flag. He chided Romav and Romav could feel the rage even in his slumber speaking of honor and loyalty. It sounded like a distant cry but was still remarkably clear and all at once a wave of anger and pain crashed onto the Lieutenant and bolted the Lieutenant upright. Barely an hour had passed and the sheets around him were strewn about. It was obvious that Viktor had been tossing about violently in his sleep.

The pilot stood up resigning himself to no sleep and shifted to the small desk he'd left the picture at and picked it up.

Thenia. . . What am I doing?" Is this the proper course?

The picture slipped from his hand back to the desk and he plucked the uniform jacket he'd laid over the back of the chair and cinched it about his torso. It didn't fit as well as it used to but it was presentable. He tugged at the bottom to even it out and looked into the small vanity mirror in the corner. His eyes were glassy and red and his hair was disheveled. Doing his best Viktor slicked it back and tried to even out the mustache and looked passable for a Zeon officer.

"Maybe some food will help."

He somberly exited the room and took the lift handle through the hallways not bothering to note any other crew until he'd reached the mess hall. There was no one there save for an assistant mindlessly moving things around as though the ship had received its entire supply just before the first event. Romav quietly approached the crew member who wasn't even aware of the Lieutenant's presence until all at once the gold trim glimmering caught the corner of his eye and the lad snapped around and almost threw what he was holding into the air trying to snap to attention.

"L-Lieutenant! I'm sorry sir I didn't see you!"

"Whoa whoa at ease. It's ok, go about your business." "Yes sir!"

He resumed moving but with a decided suspicion towards the officer.

"Is there something I can get you. . Sir?"

"Just. . . Is there any surplus food available? I'm a bit rusty to mobile suit battles and I was looking to get something to settle my stomach and maybe a drink?"

He emphasized the word drink just faintly hoping the crew member either caught on and helped him or ignored him altogether.


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The jolting seemed to stop for a moment, even though he could feel himself lurching with each pulse. The vivid and bright lights flickered in precise pattern, designed to create a hypnotic effect, to effectively program him. He could hear Heidreicht speaking, seemingly off in the distance, though the reality was the Lieutenant was no more than 15 feet away. "Ah, we're seeing some progress now. We've broken him, now we can rebuild him and make him a better and more effective tool of our revolution. The Captain will be most pleased."

That crushing pressure, the Captain's pressure was no longer present though. No, Captain Jaryk was back on the bridge, and in his arrogance he'd left Heidreicht to pursue their distorted vision. The heels of Heidreicht's boots marked his approach, the removal of the odd helmet with the pulsating lights revealed the stale and sterile laboratory surroundings as some signs of the outside world appeared again within his sight. However, his focus was only on Lieutenant Heidreicht. "Name and rank soldier..." Heidreicht prompted, awaiting the reply of his newly trained 'pupil'.

Garrou could sense the eagerly awaiting Heidreicht, so anxious to see if his new toy really worked as advertised. "Corporal Tyrius Garrou of the Fury." His gaze never shifted, he only listened, awaiting further cues.

"Good Corporal. Now, who do you serve and what is your mission?" Heidreicht spoke, the anticipation of the preferred response bled into his thoughts.

"I serve Captain Jaryk. My mission is whatever Captain Jaryk assigns me." Heidreicht could not help but hide his broad smile and he nodded his head for Garrou to be released from restraints. "Good Corporal, you will be brought to your quarters now and you will remain there until you receive further orders from Captain Jaryk.

Garrou acknowledged how he knew Heidreicht wished him to, with proper decorum and was escorted out of the room. He found it odd that Jaryk employed a normal human to oversee this process of trying to bring a NewType to heel. The one thing that perhaps neither had anticipated or prepared for was that Garrou would simply go along. He was aware of his answers, aware of what he spoke to Heideicht, and he could feel that the Lieutenant believed him to be under the sway of their programming.

"You've made a grievous mistake..." Flanked at either side by lab staff, Tyrius could only applaud himself inwardly, his revenge would be swift and he resolved that he would make those who had wronged him pay with excessive force and extreme prejudice.
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48 Hours Pass:

"All hands at the ready we are preparing to dock at the Lau Kula pirate colony."

Lau Kula, a place well known by reputation, but its location is secreted. How the Captain knows about this place is unknown, but he has decided that it is a necessary stop on the way to your final target of Solomon. Resupplying is a necessity, but one must be wary on a trading colony inhabited by arms dealers and pirates.

Garrou: You are given orders to accompany Romav on a trip with Jaryk in order to acquire additional mobile suits and recruit new pilots. You are there as a guard, not expected to take part in any negotiations that may take place.

Romav: You are requested by Captain Jaryk to accompany him to a meeting with a renowned arms dealer in order to acquire new mobile suits as well as track down any former Zeon pilots who may still have some fire in their hearts. Work with the Captain to find both pilots and perhaps upgrade or expand your mobile suit contingent.


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