Chapter 2: "The Blazing Horizon"

Zamboanga, Philippines...
One week after the Battle of Torrington Base...

A full week has passed since the futile attack on Torrington Base happened. On their way out of the Australian waters, a pair of Aqua GMs sunk two of the three remaining Mad Angler submarines, leaving only Boss Chief and his motley crew as survivors. With only 10 mobile suits, they could hardly be called an army. Instead of heading for their intended destination, Africa, the last Mad Angler took a detour and headed for the Philippines.

This island nation harbored many secret Zeon supporters. Under the guise of Muslim pilgrims, the Zeon remnants hid in Zamboanga, hoping to use religious freedom to deter suspicion away from them. In the course of one night, the Zeon suits were all successfully loaded out of the sub, and hidden in the mountainous regions of the area.

Now freely roaming the city, Boss Chief searched for former Zeon pilots, whom he can use as additional forces in their next step. But, although he found some, they were unwilling to fight. These former pilots were all content with their now-normal lives, living in peace without fearing for their safety.

Boss Chief was staying in some lowly, run-down inn all by himself. He had sent the crew all over the city, just to blend in while he buys time. And then, somebody came to him and informed him that there were a few mobile suits left from the late 0080s.

"You Boss Chief?" asked the stranger. Boss Chief scratched his head and faced the stranger. "Yes I am, why?"he asked. The stranger gave him a small notebook containing the location of these extra mobile suits. "I'm sure your crew could use a Zssa..." he said, before leaving the Chief alone. Boss Chief immediately picked up his radio communicator and called Leon Beldi.

"I'm at Carabao Street, in the Pudgefeather hotel. Are you nearby? I need your expertise regarding something we could use..."

Usam1981 please answer Boss Chief's call...

MS ASSIGNMENTS (ZEON)
-May change later on, but for now these were the mobile suits that your characters loaded out of the ship.


1.Boss Chief - Marasai
2.Arc Durant - Zaku Mariner (You'll get the Base Jabber later in the chapter)
3.Rap Goblin - Z'Gok
4.Lazra Kennet - Marasai
5.Vincent Solano - Dom Tropen
6.Elliot L. Nash - Desert Zaku
7.Leon Beldi - Dom Tropen
8.Johann Rivers - Efreet Schneid
9.Javier Sebastiano - Galluss-J (needs to be repaired in the story)
10.Arthor Pale - Capule (Yes you'll be participating.)

Will make corrections on the map, there were eleven red squares but it should only be 10.

Color Coding is now allowed for everyone's convenience.
-If you're EFF use "Cyan" for your dialogues.
-If you're Londo Bell, use "Lime".
-If you're a Zeon, our dialog color is "Red"

Do not change font style and size however.

Zamboanga, Philippines...
One week after the Battle of Torrington Base...


BGM: OYM-PF

Unlike the other Remnants, Javier remained in the mountainous regions near the border of the town. He had hidden his Galluss-J among a thicket of trees, its green color blending in perfectly for camouflage. He stayed up all night, fixing the Galluss's damage parts. There was still a lot of work to do, but Javier worked on them fast. Borrowing some construction equipment from the town made the job easier.

A white hawk flew overhead. It was very beautiful. Javier felt envious of the free creature as it majestically soared across the skies. He remembered Loni, and her beautiful face. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he thought about her.

He ran and ran, cutting through the tall grass until he came to the edge of the cliff. Javier saw rocks tumble hundreds of feet down. He wanted to jump too, he wanted to kill himself to end the pain. But his conscience won't let him. He stepped back and fell flat on his back, looking up at the sky, and the hawk. He yelled on top of his lungs.

"I don't want to fight! I never wanted to be a soldier! I just want to live free, like a bird!!" he yelled, crying.

Zamboanga, Philippines...
Mountains...
One week after the Battle of Torrington Base...

Unbeknownst to Javier, Rap was in the vicinity, scavenging for fruits and other berries for lunch. His Z'gok was placed a few hundred meters away from the Galluss-J, tucked nicely inside a cave. The ever-mischievous Lt. JG noticed Javier lying on the ground, gazing at the clouds. He crept up behind the melancholic kid.


Rap opened his zipper, took out his dick and freely pissed on Javier's face. As he urinated, he shivered with a ghoulish laugh. "AHAKHAKHAKHAKHAKHAK! You fakking son of a bitch! What are you doing here getting all cozy with the ground?! You go back to work and repair that Galluss-J you wrecked, lazy fakker!" Rap boomed at Javier. After he emptied his bladder on the noobie pilot's face, he zipped back his pants and picked up the berries he gathered.

"You got 2 hours. When I come back here and I see that Galluss still looking like a sackful of shit, I am gonna take this twig..." Rap said, breaking a small tree branch, "and shove it up your fakking ass! Move it Javier!"

Lazra walked the streets, watching the citizens passing by.him. After he had placed the Marasai in the woods nearby, he changed into his civilian clothing, so that he could keep his identity as a Remnant hidden. He wasn't sure if the were any enemy soldiers in the city, but he would rather not take that chance.

Zamboanga, Philippines...
Mountains...
One week after the Battle of Torrington Base...

Arthor walked around his Capule to make sure all the camouflage was covering it up. Arthor stopped walking around and looked around the trees. It was more peaceful here than he thought it was. The birds where chirping and there was a squirrel setting on a branch watching Arthor. Arthor smiled as he watched the squirrel eat a nut. Arthor looked back at his Capule.

"Man I wish he would of given me a Zaku, I never used this before."

Arthor let out a sigh and started to walk to the cliff. As he came into the clearing Arthor notice Rap pissing on Javier. Letting out a small laugh, he started walking up to them.

"Sir, why are you doing that to him?"

Leon at the moment that Boss Chief was indeed close by, but at the moment, he was inside one of the air intakes of his Dom Tropen, working on the unit he would be using in the upcomming battle. People passing by his section of the woods could hear angry noises comming from the woods, followed by bounts of cursing, and banging.

When Leon's radio went off, Leon bangs his head on the inside of the intake, and with a loud amount of cursing, he answers his Radio.

"Yeah Boss, let me finish up here, and I will be there. Give me 15 minutes."

Leon guessed that Boss had something mobile suit related, as it was his specialty.

Zamboanga, Philippines...
"Ako ang Mangga na Kampeon" Male strip bar

"Yes STRIP! STRIP for the glory of Zeon!" Elliot was careful not to vocalize these thoughts as the scantily clad philipino man thrust his business at her face in beat to the jaunty club music that permeated the shady little bar. Leaning back against the black faux leather sofa with a drink in her hand, and a smile on her face the soldier of zeon fluttered a cred slip in front of young dancer urging him on for her entertainment

That's right Terran! Dance! DANCE FOR THE GLORY OF ZEON! Ok so maybe this wasn't what Boss Chief had in mind when he ordered the pilots to scout out the situation in the city, but she'd finished maintence work on her Zaku early and figured she earned herself a nice evening off. Also it wasn't like she was shooting up dope or falling back on alcohol to cope with what happened a week ago.

If she had to be completely honest, ever since that incident off the coast of Australia she'd been on edge. Being a soldier she had long ago gotten used to the sudden, and seemingly random loss of life that went hand in hand with war. It was a callous but necessary way of thinking, and yet even with that callous on her soul the loss of so many of the people who had fought by her side shook her to her very core. Ever since then Elliot worried, worried over whether a random accident would transform their Mad Angler into a bilge soaked coffin, worried over when the next EFF strike would come, worried over whether or not the Torrington survivors would be able to repel such an assault, worried over whether she would be able to return to Side 3.

Pushing those thoughts aside with a long slow drink, she locked eyes with the dancer and bid him continue his dance. It was a pretty distraction, and god knows she needed one if only for this moment at least.

Zamboanga, Philippines...
Mountains...
One week after the Battle of Torrington Base...

And then, the midshipman Arthor Pale showed up and questioned Rap's perverted ways. Rap gritted his teeth. "Hey Pale where the fakk did you place your mobile suit? It better not be a sitting dakk!" he said to Pale. He grabbed the sack of berries and pointed to the town.

"You two work on your fakking mobile suits first, then when you're done go to town, grab a beer, and fakk some cunts. There are nice Filipina women in that city, and they'll be happy to take your cakk and sakk them with their voracious mouths. How I long craved for Filipina women! Hakhakhakak! Let's ransack this town and find some pussy!"

Zamboanga, Philippines...
Shoreline...
One week after the Battle of Torrington Base..

BGM: "FEAR-SORROW"


The appearance of the Empyrean, Londo Bell's other Ra Cailum ship over the horizon, made the locals very restless. The Earth Federation has always suspected this Philippine city of supporting rebel movements, but never found any evidence so far. Nonetheless, Tatiana chose to land the ship at the beach, for she knew that the investigation had to be done.

Thanks to Jim, the lone survivor of that encounter with the Mad Anglers, the Empyrean's crew were able to pinpoint the exact direction the remnants were headed. And although, there were no signs of them yet, she had a gut feeling that the Remnants were indeed here.

"Alright Londo Bell team, go out into the city peacefully, and try to conduct investigations of your own. I'm sure the locals are wary of our presence, and they may not disclose any information. Stay sharp, stay focused, and do not reveal our true identities. Wear ordinary clothing... but carry a small firearm with you, alright?" she ordered her 5 men. Before they could leave the bridge, Tatiana had one more request. "I need somebody to come with me. I'm going out too and I need somebody to escort me..."

After the mission briefing on the bridge of the Empyrean, the Captain asked if one of them if they would be her escort. James stepped forward and offered his service to her. "Captain, I will be your escort, Ma'am!" He said firmly as he saluted his Captain. "I promise you I will not let you down!"

Dust had expected this would be their assignment as it was a more practical course of action than deploying and searching all over, that would just cause a stir and would not help out with the locals. Dust had already been in his civilian clothes with 2 firearms hidden is the jacket of his casual suit. His favorite sunglasses on once more as he saluted his Captain once she finished relaying their orders.

"Captain, I will be your escort, Ma'am!"

"Well mam it looks like James has beaten me to the punch, but I would also be willing to escort you."

Luciano had listened to the Captain's briefing. The events of a week ago were still clear in his mind and one Petty Officer was lucky that he had refrained from pulling him off the mission and any subsequent operations, damn fool would be more useful in a desk job than Londo Bell with that attitude. He sighed, making sure the rest could not hear him, trying to put those feelings back down inside of him. The Captain's 'request' shook him from his thoughts.

Of course, two of his men had already stepped forward. But before anymore trouble was to be had from this he decided to make it a little more easy for his men, "Captain, I believe any one of the squadron would happily accompany. Therefore perhaps it would be better if you picked the man you feel is more suited to the job?", by that he didn't mean himself necessarily but rather just whoever the Captain was willing to trust with the responsibility.

While everyone was lined up to kiss the Captain's ass, Wesley utilized this time to find a safe haven within the ship where he could be alone. He was already over the incident that happened a week ago. But he felt that the lieutenant was still bitter towards him because he's been giving him the cold shoulder and eerie stares. Regardless of the previous warnings he's already received from his superiors, Wesley pulled out another rollie from his pocket and started smoking. Then he took out his phone from his other pocket and unlocked it, then he played a video of his wife and 2 year-old daughter. Wesley watched the video while he finished his cigarette, he's been watching the same video of his family for the past 8 months now. When the video ended, Wesley pulled out a message box and began texting.

Zamboanga, Mindanao Philippines
Somewhere in the mountains, far from AFP(Armed Forces of the Philippines) Territory.
One week after the escape from Battle.


Everyone was still on edge even after one week has passed, Losing most of their comrades by a quick flick in the moment, was too much for most of the remnants and their Captain, save for one--One who doesn't care anymore, Who thinks everything else is dull and dead. Johann. He had just come out from the Sub after cleaning It's MS hangar alone, Since Javier spent most of his time dreaming like a little boy. But even so, Johann was happy to do it alone, He would rather do it alone than spend time with someone who was more pathetic than him in the past.

He maneuvered the Efreet Schneid Tactfully around the lush surrounding forests of Zamboanga. In fact, He knew the place somewhat even though he came from the Colonies. Yes, A Ghost of him came from here, knew this place and told him about it. Johann's mood from uncaring and bored suddenly flickered to pissed and agitated once again. If he didn't have the Efreet to maneuver around, He would gone out randomly shooting anything that moved to relieve himself of his aggression.

He had seen his mentor's Z'gok nearby, and decided to park the Efreet on a nearby ravine, covered by a small waterfall, that covered it perfectly. Being the Scout and ground trooper that he is, Johann had no trouble navigating the troublesome mountain and it's steep slopes and high grasses that seemed to obscure a lot of things.

After walking for awhile He heard a familar voice, The voice of a pathetic man.

"I don't want to fight! I never wanted to be a soldier! I just want to live free, like a bird!!"

He suddenly spoke as he was standing side-ways arm outstretched and revolver aimed at the hawk that flew past by.

"If you don't want to fight, then why are you here?"He cocked the barrel of the gun. "Didn't you know you cost the life of more than a dozen men by your reckless and half-assed action?"

He closed his other eye and aimed at the hawk that was still in range, He took deep breaths as he aimed.

"You're nothing but a baby, a person who rejects the current reality he was in..."

He then pulled the trigger and shot the hawk the best he can.