Reserved.

AC 195
Entry 001

It has been one week since I have been stationed -on unknown orders- at the Londo Bell Research Facility. Controlled primarily by the “specials”, whom are in fact the OZ organization, Londo Bell has been and still is running smoothly. My mission is to oversee the general operations of the base and supervise the construction of the various prototype mobile suits. Although it is not my place to question the orders given to me, I find my presence at Londo Bell to be unneeded. I have done very little other than nod my head and give minor suggestions. Therefore, I believe that my positioning at Londo Bell was of some strategic importance.

OZ is an organization in close relationship with the Romefeller Foundation, whom supports the United Earth Sphere Alliance by providing Mobile Suits and other militaristic support. It is no secret the “specials” have gained much influence and strength within the Alliance but most are still ignorant that the “specials” are in fact OZ. This secret is one that I have learned after speaking with the leader of OZ, Treize Khusrenada. A charismatic and strong individual, Treize recognized my own mind and body as superior to most and offered me a position in OZ. After lengthy discussion I refused the offer. It is the very fact that OZ tried to recruit me - and probably other impressive Alliance soldiers- that I believe they intend to throw a coup. When and how are at this point is mere speculation. Perhaps the shadowy figure that stationed me here feels the same. Regardless, I feel as though just my being here alone will not be enough to keep OZ at bay if this revolution is close at hand.

At the very least, I must prevent the OZ-10MS Hyperion from falling into OZ hands. It is a mobile suit far more advanced than anything currently deployed into battle, even the experimental Taurus suits. Testing has reported that the Hyperion is both faster and more maneuverable than the Aries suits, yet features thicker and more resilient armor. Apparently, the Hyperion features two separate ultra compact fusion reactors. While one is of the normal size and functionality, the second is an even smaller version, which has been jokingly labeled the “ultra compact midget reactor”. This smaller reactor has half the output but is only a fourth the size and weighs even less. The second reactor can be used to power optional beam weaponry and secondary functions, while the larger, primary reactor, can power the engines and other important functions. Additional costs for production and maintenance have reduced this sub-reactor to novelty.

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Tired eyes scanned over the words on the screen. They were simple, to the point and somewhat official. Satisfied with his work, the man at the computer terminal saved his entry and turned the device off. Leaning back in his chair, the man allowed the darkness of the windowless room to envelop him. After a moment, he gave a sigh before standing from his chair and leaving his designated personal quarters. The door gave a swoosh as it opened and then as it closed behind him. Running a hand through his blonde hair, the man looked down the length of the long, barren hallway. It was late, and most of the crew was fast asleep. He always found military bases to be rather creepy when they were silent.

“Almost as bad as a hospital.” He muttered.

Continuing down the hallway, the man allowed himself to become lost in thought. His mind wondered to the middle east, where he was just a week ago battling those that refused to join the Alliance. Twenty enemy suits had fallen to him in the three battles that he fought there. Each victory had been swift and ended with the enemy retreating. It was because his enemy was so skilled at the art of retreating that his victory had not been absolute. The specials often chided him for this, as they figure they could have done it twice as quickly and destroyed every last enemy.

By the time he had come to his senses, the man stood before the massive figure of a Leo. This particular Leo was colored white and was fitted with a red shield on the lest arm. Other than the color, this Leo was made of superior parts and had a more efficient reactor. While it was not as agile as an Aries, it was still head and shoulders above the mass-produced Leo suits. Every soldier in the Alliance knew it as the White Knight, while enemies feared it as the White Devil. Leaning against the railing on the catwalk, he gazed upon the Leo, reflecting on the many battles he had won while piloting it.

Earth. Before this particular venture, admittedly the floating sphere of rock posed as some kind of interest to her, but now that she had both feet planted firmly upon the cold ground, she was not at all impressed. While this was the first time that she had set foot outside of the colonies, the novelty of the idea had worn off almost as quickly as she had gotten here, and likely would have even under different circumstances. She never was too keen on cold, and this base being smack-dab in the middle of absolute zero practically--at least that's what it felt like to her--made everything just a little less appealing. Still, the night sky looked the same in this barren land that few men dared to go, like a sheet of black silk covered in sparkling dust. At least she could find solace in that, despite that it was just a little too far away for comfort.

Hood strategically placed over her head, sanguine-colored hair pulled back and out of the way underneath, it had been painfully easy making her way past the first line of formalities. Borrowing a few pieces of clothing from some poor, hapless mechanic, it was easy to blend in with the masses. After all, engineers were a pivotal addition to any hangar, and she only an engineer.

Yeah right. She smirked to herself, hands rested nonchalantly in her pockets.

Today seemed to have been her lucky day, though, the clothing that she snatched coming with a pretty little identification card to boot. While she would have never been able to pass for a Sergei Chistiakov by looking at her, thankfully a computer didn't know the difference, and keeping her face off-camera would leave no one the wiser. This was a search and rescue mission in her eyes, and there would be no expense spared on her behalf; she would be here and gone in a flash, and with a new toy no less.

The matter of making sure such frivolity didn't fall into the wrong hands would have to be a fast act, and pulling out the identification card and inserting it into the reader, she, like she had with every one, held her breath until she heard that click, getting the green light. The doors breathing open, she walked past, surveying the room as soon as she passed through the threshold. It was small, obviously an observation deck to the hangar itself, the one-way glass toward the northern side of the room a dead give-away. Cameras constantly a hindrance in her movement, she gave a glance upward, almost laughing aloud when she saw. No revolving camera, and for that matter it was pointed toward the hangar itself, and not the computer system toward the other corner. This was too easy, but then again, she was only in the preparation stage. Waking sleeping beauty and whisking her away from this castle... that would be where the fun truly began.

Tucking into the tool belt hanging at her hip, she ducked down beneath the console of the computer, brown eyes scanning around. Pulling out a small device, she spied what she was looking for, plugging it in with a bit of a grin. Ducking out from under the console and standing up, she stared at the screen, lips curling even a little more. All right. Tell me what you know. Fingers running over the keyboard, the device she plugged in helping her to bypass what security was placed there, her eyes scanned over the screen, a bemused chuckle whispering past her lips. Really? That's interesting... How about I teach you a new trick? Hovering over the program titled only "pressure lock" with the mouse, she opened another window, clicking one file and dragging it over that, the screen informing her that her 'download' had been successful. Waiting a few seconds, she watched as the screen turned a wonderful shade of ultraviolet blue. Ducking again under the console and snatching the device, she moved toward the computer next to it. I would wager a guess, She mused to herself, That you have something to tell me, too. Giving it the same treatment that she did the other computer, this little venture would prove to be a bit more interesting.


Mouse hovering over a directory titled only, "MS10", she clicked, the screen coming alive with scrolling files. Blueprints, reactor schismatics, test results, detailed information on weaponry, experimental jamming systems. She had hit the mother load, and that grin grew. Jackpot. It was such a gorgeous machine, and, sitting there for a moment, for the first time she hesitated. Something like this... shouldn't have been in the hands that they were in, but it was such a shame to have to get rid of the blueprints, she would have loved to have looked at them further. She had heard in very minute detail from Doctor S about the mystery MS, and had been rather excited when she was given the charge to take it. But... it was exquisite! Whoever came up with the plans for this was an absolute genius, and she only wished that she had the leisure to stay there and look until she was content, or take it with her; both of which were suicide. Shoulders slacking just a little, she frowned, knowing just what she had to do... Wincing deeply and looking away from the screen, she did the dirty work, destroying any evidence that the thing existed with a rather disappointed sigh. It was terribly bittersweet, but she was a smart enough woman to be able to figure things out once she had the time to tinker around. And she would find the time.

Excusing herself from the control room and taking the device with her, she headed down toward the hangar, keeping her head down and walking with purpose. True, they were down to their skeleton crew at this late hour, but it was hard to say if there was a monitor on those computers, even after she was able to quickly override any kind of visible security protocol. Walking quite a ways, she knew the mobile suit when she saw it, she headed toward yet another console, inserted the device and released the final locks on it, the cockpit hissing open. Moving quickly, she practically ran up the stairs beside it, climbing in and closing the hatch behind her.