Mobile Suit Gundam: Road to Axis

The year is UC 0081, it's been two years since Zeon's defeat of the OYW. Zeon has no strong holds, and all their fleets are all but dead. However, a secret Manufacturing plant on the dark side of the Moon still remains. Its loyalty lies with Zeon, and they have newly designed Zeonic Mobile Suits. Fortunately there is one more fleet that can use these new model Mobile Suits . . . The Mars Fleet

Chapter 8: A New Enemy
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> February 11, 0081
White Scar
1035

The White Scar had launched from Granada three days ago. They were already past Side 3's orbital range. They had also received notice of the destruction of the Federal Forces HQ at Side 3. Now, angrier than before, Nasaki commanded his fleet with a certain, obsession. Ever since he lost his first ship, the Crimson Knight, a hatred for the Mars Fleet developed. And, after the attack on Granada, stalling his forces, he became obsessed with finding and killing the small Zeonic Fleet.'Now this. ****ing Zeek's will pay for what they have done.' he said to himself.

"Sir, we might have found the Mars Fleet?" the radar officer reported from his post.

"I don't want to know if you 'might have', I want to know if you did, damnit." he replied, staring at the back of the mans, tiny head.

"Excuse me, sir. We HAVE found the Mars Fleet." he said, quietly.

"Where?" Nasaki said, lunging out of his chair toward the man.

"They're almost exactly north of us and 50 km ahead of us."

"Alright, PO Tamura, inform the Borodino*, and the Bokaro of our finding. Tell them to launch all of their mobile suits." Nasaki dove back to his chair, and situated himself as he was before, "Order our pilots to depart."

"Yes sir."
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White Scar
Mobile Suit Hangar
1045

Lang flopped back into the cockpit of his GM High Mobility Type. He fastened the restraints across his chest. After they had clicked, his hands fell to the controls on either side of him. On the side control panel his right hand worked magic, as the monitors came online and the cockpit hatch closed. He watched through the lowering main monitor as a GM Sniper II was catapulted out of the hangar. He could feel the adrenaline start to pump through his veins as his GM was loaded onto the catapult.

"It's been so long since my last battle. . .Hope I still have it." he said, preparing for the oncoming force of the catapult launch. He gazed through the monitors as the runway light hit green, and he jammed the controls forward. He tensed up, trying not to black out from the tremendous force of the catapult. As soon as he rocketed off the runway, he forced the thrust pedal down, and the vernier's located on the backpack, rear calves, and underneath the shoulders flared and sent him off in a brilliant blue flash. He eyed the monitors as the remaining Federal Forces mobile suits launched from their respective ships.

Tom's GM High Mobility Type, and two GM Command Space Type's led the pack. Two lone Guncannon Mass Production Type's lagged behind the main force, so they could provide back up fire. Four GM Command Type's flew behind Tom, and the six GM Sniper II's belonging to this small fleet drifted behind the GM Command Space Type's. One of the lead GM's approached Tom and opened a comm to him.

"Sir, I don't think they will be able to survive long. We outnumber them five to two." the pilot said, chuckling. He was one of the older, experienced pilots. He was lucky enough to survive an attack from Anavel Gato's Gelgoog during the last battle at A Bao A Qu.

"I don't think they will, either, Lieutenant. That doesn't mean you shouldn't sow mercy to their asses, though, does it?" Lang said, replying with chuckles of his own.

"No sir." the pilot said, floating back into his lead position. Tom closed the comm from his cockpit and sighed.

"Old geyser, I'll miss him if he ever goes." Tom said aloud, smiling.
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Blitzkrieg
1054

The two Mars Fleet ships slowly crept along. Due to the orders of Andrea, they had stayed behind a few days after the attack on Side 3. Only Andrea knew what she was doing. Everyone else, staggered around listening to her orders. They hesitated when doing them though, thinking that their eloquent Colonel had lost her mind.'What is she doing?. . . Doesn't she know the Feddie's will out here soon?. . .She better know what she's doing.' floated through the minds of the personnel onboard both ships.

The person behind all this confusion, sat in her command chair onboard the Blitzkrieg. Her neck and back straight, her white hair draped down to her shoulders. A few strands flowing over her shoulders and a little ways down her chest. Her transparent blue eyes, watching through the monitors as they passed by a myriad of stars.'This is what we fight for. Not what we run for. If only I could explain my actions to somebody. she took a deep breath and exhaled it, placing her elbow on the arm of the chair, resting her cheek on her tightly clenched fist.

"Oh ****," the radar officer whispered so only he could hear, as 15 specs on the screen appeared, "Colonel! There's a horde of Feddies!" he yelled.

Andrea almost jumped out of her uniform from the officers sudden outburst, "What?!" she said, almost falling from her chair.

"I'm picking up around 15 mobile suits from the Feddies. They're going to be here soon!"

"Alright, tell the pilots to scramble to their suits. Tell the Tirpitz to fire at their location in 90 seconds."

"Yes ma'am." the comm officer said, hustling to get the orders out, "Ma'am the Tirpitz has a lock on. Fire?"

"Yes, gunnery open fire, also! Send a barrage that they can't dodge." She said, as the Main Cannon's of each Musai fired. Sending a total of twelve beams at the oncoming mob of suits, "Now, fire a continuous round of missiles. Until our suits engage in combat." the personnel obeyed and soon after, missile after missile exited through their launchers. Smoke trailing off the ends of each missile.
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Briefing Room
Blitzkrieg
1054

Japa stood at the front of the briefing room, pointed in hand. His two pilots, Troike and Bock, sat tentatively at the front of the room. Behind Japa's green and grey flight suit, was a monitor that displayed Federal Force's mobile suits. Japa stepped to the side and swung the pointed to a nearby mobile suit, "This mobile suit, the Guncannon Mass Production Type, will most likely be in the rear. As you can tell it's made for fire support. Try to avoid coming into its cannon's range, unless you feel like going to hell." Japa said, smiling.

"Sir, we know all about these puny mobile suits. We should leave don't you think? They d outnumber us five to two." Bock said, impatiently.

"You'll wait for my orders," Japa swung the pinged the pointed back to a GM Type, "Dismissed." He said, floating towards the door. Astounded, the pilots followed after him, snickering a little bit.

"That was a little, out of nowhere, Japa." Bock said.

Japa gently landed back onto the metal floor. The others right behind him. They walked into the hangar, cautiously, Japa leading the way. After they filed through the door they could see what struck Japa. GM's being loaded onto the catapult, "Wait here." Japa said, jumping over and kicking off of a nearby rail. He glided through the hangar to where the robust mechanic, Meikle was, "Hey, what's going on?"

The husky old man turned around, just in time to see Japa land, "We're sending out the GM's."

"I can see that; but why?" He said, raising an eyebrow.


"They have explosives equipped on them. First thing to touch, will most likely be blown to hell." he said, chuckling. "This is the last one, you're up next."

"Yes sir." Japa said, saluting. He turned around and waved his pilots to their suits. Japa bent down and bounded off the floor, in the direction of his mobile suit. He looked on at the dark grey color scheme of his Kürzer.'What was it they called me? The Lunar Ghost.' he said to himself, grinning. A thunderous roar turned his head. He could the dummy GM fly out of the hangar and towards the mobile suits. He smiled at the oncoming accident they would cause. He neared his Gelgoog and saw the mechanic's lower themselves from the cockpit.

"She's all yours, Japa." they said, waving at him.

"Thanks." he mumbled loud enough for them to hear. He flipped his helmet from its rear rack, over his head. Fastening it around the neck and below his chin. He steadily drifted into the cockpit and dropped into the chair. His right hand depressing buttons and his left grappling the control. The cockpit closed and Japa was left in the darkness of his cockpit. A flicker went through the monitor's as they came to life. Outside, the Gelgoog's green shimmered and toned back down. Japa eased the controls forward and the Kürzer walked onto the catapult.

"You may go whenever, Japa." Meikle said through the comm.

"Roger." he said, pushing the pedals down. The Kürzer took off in a rush of speed. Tossing Japa from the belly of the Blitzkrieg. He stalled for a few minutes awaiting the arrival of his men. Two flashes of blue from the hangar brought the Kürzer back to life, "Are you ready?"

"Yes sir." they said, simultaneously.

Three blue flares from the side brought Japa's attention to the Tirpitz. Riko and his men came out of their hangar and soon caught up with Japa. The Kürzer flung his hand out to the side and Riko's hand grabbed it. Issuing secure transmission between the two, "Should we just go in like this, Riko?"

"No, I have a plan-somewhat."

"Lets hear it." Japa said, eagerly.

"Right. You and I are going to go in straight. We're going to try and take out their command units. McIlwee and Richards will sweep in from the side, while your Rick Dom's provide back-up fire." Riko said, warily.

"Fine with me." Japa said, closing the comm by flying back to his post. He opened a comm to his men and briefed them on their plan, "Me and Riko are going to in first. Adam and Richards will sweep in from the sides. You two will provide back-up fire. If any suits break through, they're all yours."

"Roger, we'll make sure no one gets by." Bock said, confidently.

"Right." Japa said, thumbing the comm close. He looked through the main monitor and in the distance he cold tiny blue specs, flitting about in the darkness, "It's time." he said, lowering the visor over his face.
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Near Side 3
1105

Tom stared at his monitor, observing the mobile suits. Luckily, he and his men had survived the onslaught from the two Musai's without losing anyone. He sat timidly in his cockpit, his fingers etched over the triggers on both controls. He was nervous, slightly, but enough to throw him off for the first few minutes of battle. He would get control soon after that and return to normal. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the mobile suits arrived, "Guncannon's stay behind and fire."
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Japa gazed through his monitors as the Gelgoog's flew off to the opposite sides. He also noticed the horde of mobile suits coming his way.

"Are you ready, Japa?" Riko asked.

"Yes, lets do it." Japa said, slamming his controls forward. His Gelgoog took off in a rush of blue light, Riko followed. Japa smiled evilly in his cockpit, wanting to shed the blood of the Feddies. As the suits themselves came into range, not just the light, Japa raised the left forearm of his Kürzer, "Now find them and kill them." He said, pulling back on the trigger inside his cockpit. Three small missiles flew from his left arm, and screeched through Space. All three exploded in the pack of suits, but Japa didn't know if he hit any of them.

"Japa, tell your men to open fire." Riko said, parrying off a GM Sniper II.

Japa opened a comm to his men, "Bock, Troike open fire. After you've wasted your rounds, join the battle with us." He said, flying in to find a kill.
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"What the hell? There's only two of them." Tom said, frantically searching his monitors for more suits. Just as he finished his search, two Bazooka rounds, followed by another two, came into the battle field. One, narrowly missing him, "Damnit, where are the others?" he growled.


"Sir, there is one coming from each si-" one of the pilots said, before a beam tore through the cockpit.

"****ing Zeek's!" he said, flying to where the suit was. He saw another flash to his left, "There you are!" He said, jamming the controls forward. He gained on the Gelgoog's position and threw his Beam Rifle aside, grabbing a Beam Saber from his backpack. He slashed downwards, cutting off the Gelgoog's left arm, elbow downwards. He brought back his Beam Saber again, but it was parried by the Twin Beam Sword of the Gelgoog.

"You're going to die!" the Gelgoog pilot screamed through the comm.

"I think you are, Zeek bastard!" he screamed back. He detached the shield from his left arm and grabbed the other Beam Saber, holding it like a dagger. He made a stabbing motion with it, knowing the Gelgoog would fly up. "Perfect." he said, aloud, seeing the Gelgoog fly upwards. He slammed down the thrust pedal and the GM went at full speed towards him.
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Adam pulled up as the GM stabbed at him. The pink beam missed him but he knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. He flew upwards trying to escape the wrath of that GM. He breathed out in relief but he soon, panted in fear, as a blur shot past his Gelgoog. He stopped the Gelgoog and looked up. He saw the GM coming down with a Beam Saber. Instinctively he brought the Twin Beam Sword up. But, the beam cut through the handle and proceeded to go straight down the middle of the suit.

"Don't worry, you'll die, too!" Adam screamed, as the beam tore through the cockpit. He jumped off to the side but the immense heat from the beam incinerated the flight suit and broke the visor. Sucking all the air out of his body. As he died he could hear the maniacal laughter coming from inside the GM's cockpit. "Bastard," is the last thing he said, before dying.
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Tom laughed inside his cockpit, completely oblivious to his surroundings, "I told you, you would die." He said, holding back his laughter. He looked back through the monitors, trying to find his next victim. All he could see was a horde of GM's pursuing and firing on only 5 mobile suits, "Those two from the back must have joined the." Tom said, aloud. He gazed through the monitor's again and saw a Gelgoog Type drifting. He snickered a bit at his find, "Another one already." He said, bursting off towards the Gelgoog Type.
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Riko stared in horror at what he had just witnessed. Adam's Gelgoog being cut open and Adam dying. He could feel the rage boiling up from within his heart, from the bottom of his soul. He could feel the blood start to pump faster through his veins. The adrenaline mixing in with the blood, causing him to lose control. Riko screamed for his comrade and friend, as he burst off towards the oncoming GM.

He threw the Large Beam Machinegun to the side as he grabbed the Twin Beam Sword from its slumber on his rear skirt armor. Both blades extended and Riko spun it over his head with both hands. He slashed downwards, clashing with the GM's Beam Saber, "Who are you?!" Riko growled from his cockpit.

"My name is Tom Lang, Lieutenant of the Federal Forces." he said from his cockpit.

"Well, Tom," he said, parrying off the Beam Saber and slashing horizontally, "you just killed one of my friends and wing-men. Now I must send you to hell!" He said, slashing downwards. The beam colliding with Tom's. In a quick motion, he brought the bottom beam at upward angle and caught the GM's torso.

Tom pulled back, after the beam grazed his armor, "Not bad. And your name is?"

"Newly appointed Colonel Riko Schneider." he said pulling back, while firing his 110mm Machinegun's. Tom dodged them easily and retaliated by firing his Vulcan's. They harmlessly pinged off the Lunar Titanium alloy of Riko's Jaeger Kai, "This isn't a piece of **** Zaku, Tom. You'll have to do better than that." he said, snickering.

"Shut up, Zeek!" he said, coming at him for one last attack. He brought his Beam Saber back and swung violently at Riko. Riko pulled up and fired his machinegun's. Tom looked up but only saw a shower of bullets break the visor of the GM, "Damn, that's my main camera."

"Your GM is good, but you shouldn't be piloting it." Riko said. He pressed the last trigger on the left control and a Sturm Faust propelled from his backpack. It feel into the palm of the left hand and Riko tucked it under the shoulder. "It was nice dueling with you, Tom, but now you must pay for the death of Riko." The Sturm Faust was rocketed towards Tom. Tom knew, even with this GM's thrust capabilities, he couldn't evade the oncoming warhead. He could manage not to get killed though. And, at the last second possible he pulled up, the Sturm Faust exploding on the leg. Ripping it off.

"We'll do this again, Riko." he said, flying off.

Riko growled in disappointment and slammed his fist into the side monitor. It shattered from the force of the blow and pieces of glass stuck in his hand through the gloves, as they became saturated with blood.
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Japa depressed the third trigger on the right control. The three remaining missiles on the right forearm blasted through their respective barrels. Satisfied, he grinned as a helpless GM Command Type was going to fall victim to his missile attack. After the missiles breached the dark gap between them, they hit the GM Command Type. All three seemingly hit the area around the fuel tanks. Igniting them, and exploded a giant ball of fire, "I wish there was someone would could fight me." He mumbled to himself.

As soon as the fireball seized back down, warning beeps went crazy as a Beam Saber totting GM flew behind him. Japa turned around with ease, bringing his Small Beam Machinegun up. The GM barely stopped. The pilot was astonished with Japa's quick turn rate and was completely unaware of the barrel in front of the cockpit, "You shouldn't have stopped." he said, pulling the trigger. A burst of yellow beams punctured the cockpit, going through the weak armor of the GM. Japa flew away, smiling, escaping the radius of the reactor explosion.

"Sir, we have incoming fire from our direction." Bock said over the comm.

"What?" Japa said, narrowly dodging a gigantic yellow beam. More beams followed and soon missiles filled the battlefield. Along with mobile suits.

"Long time no see, Japa." a familiar voice filled his cockpit.

"Quite a long time, Joachim." Japa replied.

"Sir, the Feddie's are retreating. We have orders to report back." Troike said.

"Roger that."

"Hey, Japa, why don't you tell me about your mission with Riko when we get back." Joachim said.

"Sure." he replied, in a joyous tone. Joachim piloted, awestruck, but Japa's sudden happiness,'He's changed.' he thought. Joachim followed Japa back to his former ship, the Blitzkrieg. He was excited that he got to see Japa again, though only for a little while.
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Tirpitz
1250

Riko just returned to the bridge of the Tirpitz. Somewhat saddened by the loss of Adam. He decided to honor his friend, "Listen."

The crew onboard the bridge turned to him and listened to what he had to say, one of them opening a comm to the other ships. "Today we lost a pilot, Adam McIlwee. I'm sure most of you knew him. He was one of the more laid-back soldiers. He was easy to get along with and a very good pilot. I know no other way to honor than to fire our Main Cannon's at those Feddie's." he could see the gleam in everyone's eyes, "That would be the only way to honor him. So I want the Gunnery to fire one round at them. Do it."

"Yes sir." the comm officer said. He gave the orders to the gunnery and told them to fire. A few seconds later, the ship rocked as the Main Cannon's fired. Riko smiled in satisfaction, but when he noticed the other ships fire also, his smile grew wider.'I'll get him for you, Adam.' he said to himself.
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> Notes

*- The Borodino was a Russian class battleship fielded in World War I.

The GM Lang was piloting was a GM High Mobility Type. I give credit for this design to Raiden and thank him for letting me use it. Thank you.

As for the 15 Feddie Mobile suits. The Borodino and Bokaro each carry four mobile suits. The White Scar is capable of carrying eight mobile suits, but was only equipped with seven. Here is the mobile suit layout for the ships:

Borodino- GM Command Space Type x 1, GM Sniper II x 2, Guncannon Mass Production Type x 1
Bokaro- GM Command Space Type x 1 , GM Sniper II x 2 , Guncannon Mass Production Type x 1
White Scar- GM High Mobility Type x 1, GM Sniper II x 2, GM Command Type x 4