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Char has only one focus in mind when he reaches the hangar - well, technically, two.

Sure enough, there stands his Sazabi, looking to be completely undamaged from its fight with the Nu Gundam standing next to it, despite Char having a rather vivid memory of it being nearly totaled no more than a day ago, tops. Pleased as ever, Char mounts the scaffolding next to it and makes a beeline for the cockpit. He doesn't have any particular plans for the unit (although Nu being right there within punching distance made vandalism awfully tempting), he just feels the need for the familiarity of its cockpit, and the psycoframe system, in the strange, strange new world he had suddenly found himself in.

"Never thought I'd be this attached to a unit," Char mutters to himself as he starts the machine up and dons the psycommu helmet unit to link up with the sensor and weapons systems. "I must be getting dependent in my old--"

"Wh-what the hell is this pressure?" Char practically yells once he's connected to the psychoframe. "It's enormous...could it be the ship?"

Char takes the helmet off, disconnecting himself from Sazabi's psychic enhancement. He's breathing heavily from the effects of the shock. "That's going to take some getting used to."

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"You say years like less than two is a long time," he replied, a tinge of pride in his voice. He used to pilot a G-unit, considered the ultimate type of mobile suit for its time. From there he moved on to a ZAKU. His current GOUF out-performed both of those units.

"Perhaps we came here from different times, somehow - the One Year War was about 14 years ago for me, and I've never seen anyone deploy a Gouf since then."

Then again, according to Sazabi's mobile suit database...this thing looked like a Gouf, and would clearly pass for one if viewed from a distance or under heavy Minovsky particle density, but with a clear view, his MS's sensors were giving him "Unknown Model".

"Ehhh, you're another one talking about this 'One Year War'?" Yzak had run into Amuro just after his arrival. And though their conversation also included a lot of Haro talk, Yzak had heard enough that it confused the hell out of him.

"I'm getting the impression that some of you are either far into our future, or from a different place entirely, even though you have similar mobile suit technology and are familiar with things like the GOUFs and those annoying robots that Athrun makes."

"That would be possible...mobile suits are a recent invention, but 'a different place entirely' fits with what I've been told."

Char continues regarding the Gouf oddly. "But what are the odds two different universes not only invent mobile suits, but that both build a model that's nearly identical and has the same name?" he wonders aloud.

"How should I know? The guy I ran into who was saying the same things you are had a giant one of those stupid Haro things that Athrun made for Lacus. And he claimed that he designed it himself even though that's complete crap. Athrun is an idiot, but he's not that much of an idiot that he'd steal what that guy claimed was a well-known design for something."

Yzak studied the Sazabi closely. While Char was able to instantly identify his unit, he couldn't quite think of one mobile suit that he was familiar with that this one could have resembled.

"You must have met the so-called 'White Devil' then," Char says. "He's very proud of that toy he made, and I'm sure I never saw it before he patented the design, so I think it's just another case of bizarre parallelism."

"Come to think of it," Char continues musing, "I wonder if he and I are the only ones from my universe. I see a few Gundams here, but their armaments don't look anything like the technology I know, just from a quick glance. Either they're from the future, or different worlds again."

"I recognize a few of the G-units here. Not the one you're in, though."

He mused to himself. "I somewhat resembles the GAZuOOT's frame, if anything. But that's just reaching."

"GAZuOOT? Really? And I thought 'Gelgoog' was a funny name when I first heard it..." Char says in his sardonic way.

"No, I think we are from different worlds, or ones separated enough in time they may as well be. Still a strange coincidence, though."

Char shifts back in his seat and, tired of shouting across the hangar, turns on Sazabi's onboard comms to see if those work. "So I assume you're a combat pilot then. What's the military life like in your world?"

Yzak had the same idea as Char did. When he sat back in his cockpit, he curiously ran an identification scan on the Sazabi. Just in case. Not surprisingly, it also came up as an unknown model.

He sighed.

"I'm Commander Yzak Jule of the ZAFT military," he expanded. "I wouldn't imagine it would be horrendously different from what other mobile suit pilots experience. It's definitely not fun."

"You'd be surprised at how many kids think it is. Glad to know you're at least a little experienced," Char comments.

"I've fought with a few different groups over the years, to be honest. Most recently, though, I was Captain Char Aznable of Neo-Zeon," he adds, leaving it at that. "So what's ZAFT, exactly? Just out of curiosity."

Yzak never thought was was fun. But Char's remark about kids and experience reminded Yzak at how inexperienced he was one. Not so much skill-wise, after all he hadn't graduated as an elite red coat for nothing, but rather in the area of maturity.

"That other guy mentioned 'Zeon', too. ZAFT is the Zodiac Allince of Freedom Treaty, the military of PLANT." Yzak began, speaking as he continued to double check the GOUF's OS to make sure it was all working properly. Sure, it was great the suit was here with him. But that it somehow got onto Stacy at all was a little unnerving, who knows who or what might have touched it?

"PLANT," he continued, "is our home. They're space settlements in Earth's orbit."

Char nods, somewhat pleased. (For the record, he's not too concerned with how his suit got put back together. He's accustomed to having People for that, nowadays). "Zeon, at least in its true intent, was much the same. I've always fought for the independence of space-dwellers from those on Earth who'd exploit them," he explains. "We seem to have been fighting for similar reasons, if not identical ones."

The way Char used terms like space-dwellers ... Yzak wondered if it was as much of a differentiating term than he was used to.

"Just so I have a better idea of if we're so similar after all. When you say 'space-dwellers', you mean Coordinators, right?"

"Coordinators? I've never heard the term before," he says. "I mean Spacenoids - everyone who lives in space. Everyone who has the potential to become a Newtype."

"Even though humanity as a whole is still aiming to venture further into our galaxy, the Naturals still dwell primarily down on Earth. And unless being a Newtype means being genetically enhanced, then it's not something like a Coordinator."

"Nope. Well, people have tried to genetically engineer Newtypes, but it's a natural phenomenon to begin with. Must be another difference..."

Char thinks back to his most recent Cyber-Newtype acquaintance. Yeah, in the future, he decided, the mental instability wasn't really worth the added skill.

"So Naturals and Coordinators are the lines that get drawn in your world?"

Yzak nodded.

"The differences between us were what eventually led up to the start of war. Currently, however, we've come to yet another cease in military action. One can only hope it stays that way."

He had higher hopes for that, this time. They had two years of peace between wars, so of course things were going to be shaky.

"There's always hope for that, but I wouldn't count on it," Char says, bitterly. "As long as there's something to fight over, someone will want to start another war."

"We've already had two instances of leadership that have resulted in extreme decision-making," he said, reflecting. Weapons capable of wiping out life on Earth completely ready to fire, reaching for total annihilation of their enemy.

"Very extreme. Hopefully this time we'll have more level-headed people on the job." This was why he was doing all he could, too.

"I suppose you can hope. Hasn't worked out that well for me," Char observes, "but I get the impression your world's not quite as bad."

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