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After everyone and all of their ships were properly loaded the Quarter had launched successfully. The journey from Stacy to the Trojan Asteroid field trailing NiSaris took several hours, but they managed to approach the field with the people of the nearby world being none the wiser.

The problem was that the NiSarians weren't the only ones watching the skies.

As the Quarter approached and entered the asteroid field, all was quiet. But it was only going to be a matter of moments before that would change.

((ooc: See this post for instructions, but otherwise, have at it, and have fun.))

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A (relatively) small swarm of Shrikes, roughly 20 of them, were speeding in towards the Quarter. A couple advanced on a strafing run, firing off psychic lances in attempt to cut a hole through the hull.

"Rogue Leader to Rogue Squadron, lock s-foils in attack position and engage those incoming uglies. Stick close to the Quarter." The orders come naturally, just as he fulfills his own orders. It's natural, easy. Muscle memory. Something he's done a thousand times and more before this moment. He swings his fighter around and 'dives' towards the enemy, expecting that his squadron will follow.

Waiting... always the hardest part. But also essential to gunnery.

Chase has familiarized himself with the gunnery controls for the heavy fire support, and rests his hands calmly near the controls while he listens to the comm chatter.

5 o'clock - he checks sensors in the indicated vector, counting dots showing up on his screen. He doesn't fire - too far out of range, and its not his job to blunt the attack - his job is covering the fighters and picking off problems once the dogfighting begins.

"They're feeling out our defenses. There'll be more coming." he responds, picking up missile locks where he can, but not firing - transmitting the locations to the fighters and defense systems instead so they don't need to find them on their own, and have some advance help in picking out targets.

For once in her life, Allenby was paying attention to instructions. She'd been in a space battle before against the Devil Gundam, fighting alongside Gundams from almost every nation to save their planet. Now that planet was gone, but here she was fighting alongside pilots from entire different universes to save somewhere she'd never heard of.

She wasn't going to be careless and get any of them killed if she could help it.

"I'm after these guys!" she said, taking note of the data she was being transmitted about the enemy fighters. Pressing her fingers to either side of her head, she fired a volley from Nobel Gundam's vulcan guns to get their attention. "Over here, you pests!" She activated her beam ribbon right after, but didn't fly in close enough to fight melee yet.

"Allenby, watch out!" Kira called from behind her. "Don't let yourself get surrounded, or--!"

But whatever he was about to say was cut off as something pinged on his radar, and he drew the Freedom's beam rifles, firing a quick burst of shots that caught one of the Shrikes and practically evaporated it in energy.

First blood.

"Don' get killed out there. I'll watch yer backs best I can but I can't promise ya miracles ya hear?" the voice was confident and cocky and it came from the pilot of the Wraith stealth fighter.

He let loose a barrage of plasma missiles onto a group of Shrikes hot on pursuit before his ship disappeared, the assault striking true against the group and damaging the targets that it hit.

"Wooo! Let's do this! I'll cover ya'll~!" even with the ship gone from radars and view, it seemed the pilot would be making sure he was relaying his position to the team so they could plan out strikes when he wasn't covering the rear or when the need arose.

"Damn- as fast as a Virgo!? Well I always did like a bit of a challenge!"

The Wraith wasn't the only stealth unit on the playing field. Melting out of the inky darkness a little ways ahead of the unit, Deathscythe Hell swung its enormous beam scythe into an oncoming Shrike, slicing it clean in half just a little ways away from Kira and letting the incoming plasma missiles take care of the ones in his blindspot.

"Thanks for the cover-fire, pal!" He called over the cockpit link-up, decapitating another Shrike passing by.

And from close behind the Deathscythe, Yzak's GOUF darted by like a streak of white lightning. Shield held out, it impacted into an incoming Shrike, knocking it off course and disorienting it in just enough time to activate the mobile suit's beam sword and bring it down hard.

Yzak wondered if the number detected would end up being the nuber encountered. For all he knew, more of the Ohm could show up, be called upon. Right now they seemed to have a better chance at holding them off, and though he didn't expect it to happen, Yzak still hoped they'd repeat the Zokez actions and end up retreating.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun!" Sonic called out, racing by Deathscythe Hell and the GOUF and quickly changing into GERWALK mode. "Okay, you creeps, time to play by my rules!"

As one Shrike came in close, the hedgehog didn't bother to fire, instead, he pulled the fighter plane/mecha hybrid into a spinning kick, its foot colliding with the beast and sending it spiraling wildly into an asteroid. "Alright, got one!"

A small group of Shrike had veered of and went high, trying to sneak up on the team. Targets locked, they initiated a dive meant to be caught unawares... except for the sudden appearance of another missile barrage out in front of them peppering them head one due to their speedy assault right into the attack.

The Wraith easily veered of as Splicer grinned, "Heh, none of that shady shit, leave that to me kay?"

Zouichi, trailing slightly behind, pulled his VF into a quick bank, allowing his momentum to carry him into pursuit. Time to put it all into practice.

He made visual contact with each of the targets in rapid succession, locking on and allowing the Valkyrie's targeting system to pick up the slack. Then he shifted into Battroid mode, shoulder pods already opening, and let loose loose with a barrage of reactive missiles (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxnC6jkJyEM) that scattered wildly, exhaust trails forming bright blue trails through empty space before zeroing in to pursue their targets.

"Hope you don't mind," Zouichi said. "Bunched up like that, they were hard to resist."

The Zaku sped around, picking off Shrikes with the Tactical Arms while Cowabunga looked for a good asteroid to snipe from.

"Just don't get too cocky. I don't think that's even made a dent in their numbers."

"Haha! Course' not. What do ya take me for a Banshee pilot? Swarm fightin's what I'm used ta! Watch yer backs~" He grinned as he pulled the Wraith up and out of cloak just long enough to intercept a Shrike unloading a few blasts into it before disengaging and pulling out fast.

"Least these ain' scourge. Would hate those damn kamikaze bastards." He mused as his craft disappeared again.

"Kira, behind you!" Hilde called out, firing the beam cannon (http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/w/lineart/oz-12sms-beamcannon.jpg) that her Taurus had. She was surprised to find that she had all the different armaments for the suit before she launched. The beam cannon was powerful and made for space combat.

After firing, she quickly transformed the suit into it's mobile suit form and began firing at the Ohm whenever she could. Still, her stance was mostly defensive. The mass produced suit wasn't as strong as the Gundams and couldn't take as many hits.

"--A Taurus?" Duo mumbled, although he wasn't exactly in a position to allow himself to be getting distracted right now. Nonetheless, he definitely recognized the voice he heard belonging to the unit.

"Hilde!?"

Now there's a voice she's wanted to hear for a while. She couldn't let herself get distracted. They were in the middle of a battle.

"Duo? This isn't the time to get distracted! We've got a battle to win."

"To everyone out there, when and if you have something you can't shake on your six, call in hot. I've got your backs and a lot of heavy missiles - I'm just not going to risk heavy fire into a dogfight... but I can clear space for you if you catch them chasing you."

"Skull-1 to Monster," the voice crackled as Michael flipped his Messiah through enemy gunfire, looking for a good sniper position.

"Just make sure you warn us before you open fire."

Waaaait, he know that voice.

"Skull-2 to Monster," Zouichi said. "Take care of yourself out there. It'd be a shame if we lost that ship."

He was being nice, really!

"I'm just back here on point and shoot duty. If anything gets back here, we're all in trouble. Just call in if you need artillery support."

Yeah, he probably recognizes the voice on the other end. He can save who he likes and doesn't like for off-duty. Right now, they're all on the same side, and everyone gets the same fire support. War comes way before grudges.

"You can say that again!" He muttered, though he went silent for awhile as another wave of Shrikes required his immediate attention, slicing through one before fending off another.

Eventually, though, his confusion was distracting him more than than he could take. "I thought you left OZ?"

"I did leave OZ. I stole this unit from White Fang before the final battle at the Space Fortress Libra. This isn't the time, Duo," she said, her voice making it clear that they could discuss this later, like once they were out of a combat zone.

An explosion rocked the Freedom as one of the Shrike's psychic lances made contact - but Kira had reacted in time, catching it on his beam shield. "We can't get distracted with chatter like that!" He said to the squadron, concurring with Hilde.

He'd never been a commander of a squadron, and the weight rested uneasily on his shoulders - especially now. It was so much easier just using his strength to save others.

Well, he could do that too. The Freedom's DRAGOONs burst off its wings, engaging the foe in a flurry of beam fire.

"It's not--!"

With a ragged huff, he dropped it, choosing instead to focus on a pair of Shrike hot on his tail. Dropping out on them to end up behind them, he nailed one with his buster shield while firing off a spray of head vulcan fire at the other as it did a U-turn after him. It didn't appear to be enough, though, and the Shrike came rocketing after him before he had a chance to recover.

"Oh sh--!"

"Not about to!" Allenby ramped the beam ribbon up to its maximum power--not the whiplike cord of light she used in a regular fight, but the lethal cutting beam she'd employed on the Devil Gundam's tentacles. She lashed it through the Shrikes that were closing in. Some were bisected; others could still fly. She flicked her wrist in a practiced movement that turned the ribbon into a twirling spiral of--damn it, she was killing them.

She didn't have time to think about that now.

"Thanks!" she said to Kira belatedly and whirled to face another cluster, firing another round of shots from her vulcans. "Why are they even doing this?!" she demanded, as much as she knew she wouldn't get an answer now.

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