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(No One's POV)
The year was C.E 71, 1 year after the start of the war between the Earth Alliance and the PLANTs. However, right under their noses there was a third party; a small group of mercenaries, all hailing from other worlds. After acquiring a Agamemnon-class carrier ship through "not-so-legal means" (read: hijacking it and taking out all crew members and soldiers onboard), they cruised between PLANT colonies, trying their best to remain undetected while learning about this world. The stolen ship was eventually nicknamed "Rummy", a suggestion from their fellow AC Pilot, who didn't want to name it after anyone significantly important.
The large hangar of the ship had a large number of unmanned defenses inside, most of which included 044AC and TYPE-ARGINE Normals, the supposed "regular Armored Cores" of a different universe. With the help of Ayre, the group modified most of these units to serve as unmanned machines.
These people are Karasu Mitsubishi, Sam Grumman and Rob Gotengo, respectively known as Raven, Trigger and Monarch, ace pilots of their universe's respective wars, who have been taken away from the places they call home. Alongside a few allies, they've decided to form a mercenary group.
Inside the hangar, Monarch was currently testing out his aircraft's horizontal stabilizers and canards, moving them up and down. Standing beside the PW-Mk1 was Prez, his WSO.
Robin (Prez): "This thing really was worth the hijack, don't you think?"
Rob (Monarch): "Absolutely."
Robin (Prez): "Sure is."
After that short test, Monarch climbed out of the cockpit, walking by Prez's side towards another part of the carrier. Crossing through multiple hallways, one automatic door leads them into the cafeteria block, where Trigger and Raven were eating lunch. Trigger was eating chicken nuggets with fries, while Raven's meal was simply a lot of sushi and Teriyaki chicken.
Sam (Trigger): "Oh, hey Monarch. You're a bit late, but that's okay!"
Karasu (Raven): "Hi."
Robin (Prez): "Hey everyone!"
Rob (Monarch): "Sup."
Rob sits down while his WSO (totally not his girlfriend) goes to pick what both of them will eat. Raven looks at them with his monotone expression while eating one California roll. Nothing out of the ordinary for now, just them chatting and enjoying their food. Then, Raven stops eating to discuss an important matter, at least to them. One insignificant thing to note is that they prefer to use their callsigns instead of than their actual names.
Karasu (Raven): "Monarch, anything about the G Project data we uncovered?"
Rob (Monarch): "Actually, Prez dug a little more information in her spare time. Apparently, the 5 Mobile Suits are already constructed."
Karasu (Raven): "Good to know."
???: "You know Raven, you're beginning to act more like Walter each day, at least in my opinion."
Another member of the group steps into the block, this time a white-haired girl around Raven's age, with red particles emitting around her. Raven waved at her, offering a chair for her to sit on. This was Ayre, a C-Wave pulse mutation that remained with Raven at all times, even after being stranded on different worlds.
Ayre: *sits down* "Well, we might as well plan for tomorrow."
And so they talked. Although their operation planning wasn't solid just yet, they had a few good steps already laid down. Monarch and Trigger will attack one of Heliopolis' gates. Afterwards, Ayre will hack into their systems and make them look like nothing is going on, fooling any forces inside the colony. Do they know if ZAFT will go after the Gundams? No, but Raven says they might do so. If they do, will this be just a massacre of their forces? Absolutely. Sure, the operation has literally no real motive, but that's the point. They want to show a piece of their skills to everyone, and once that is done, the opposing forces and any other parties will begin looking to pay for their services.
Ayre: "So that's what we have for now.. All of you should rest for now. Even Grave's doing it."
Sam (Trigger): "Was already doing that anyways."
Everyone else just nodded and went back to eating their lunch. There was not much to do these few days. Karasu gave a few of his sushi rolls to Ayre, with the latter accepting his offer. The group hopes that maybe, their display of power will impress everyone enough that they'll consider their use.
Just maybe.
((A/N sorry for the short chapter! Didn't have much to write at the last part.))