"Send in the first wave," I commanded, the holographic display of the battle map shimmering across the bridge. The cold blue glow reflected in my eyes.
"Understood, Commander," a crisp voice replied my operations officer, Lieutenant may.
Outside the bridge viewport, a storm of Zeon power erupted. Scores of Zaku F2 types, Doms, and Gelgoogs surged from the Murai-class ships, their thrusters blazing crimson contrails in the void.
As the spearhead of our first wave neared the federation defense lines of Side 3, the Federation send out multiple rockets, streaking like angry hornets, filled the void.
"Everyone! Dodge it!" A Dom pilot—his voice a panicked crackle over the comms—spun his massive suit, narrowly avoiding a volley.
"Agh!" The cry of a Zaku F2 pilot was abruptly silenced as his cockpit was hit by multiple rockets before exploding.
The Federation's first line of GM Mobile Suits met our charge head-on. The two forces collided in a furious, blinding melee of beams and shrapnel.
"For Zeon!" A Gelgoog pilot, his suit an emerald blur, screamed the rallying cry. "Charge! Push them back to the hell they came from!"
"Move us up. We must pressure them," I instructed karin, leaning forward.
"Understood," the officer confirmed.
Our Zeon fleet, a mass of steel and fire, edged forward, relentlessly compressing the Federation lines.
Deep within the embattled Federation lines, the voices of the defenders were cracking.
"We have to stop their advance!" A young, agitated GM II MS Girl shouted over her tactical console.
"That's exactly what they want us to do," another voice, belonging to a GM command MS Girl with the insignia of a seasoned veteran, shot back. "We can't deploy the MS Girls now. If we do, we're wasting our strategic strength."
"What?! Are we just letting our people die out there without reinforcements?!" The GM II ms girl voice was edged with fury.
The gm command voice dropped, ice-cold.
"Return to your post. I will not discuss this any further."
The younger ms girl chair scraped back in frustrated retreat. Meanwhile, the Zeon tide rolled on, harvesting a grim toll.
"This is how we felt at A Baoa Qu!" a Gelgoog pilot roared, his beam rifle punching a clean hole through a GM C-Type's cockpit.
"Kill them all! Take your revenge!" Another Dom pilot bellowed as his bazooka obliterated the bridge of a Federation Salamis-class ship.
"this is for all our burned comrades!" a gelgoog pilot said before slicing a gm 2 in half using its beam naginata.
"Never forget A Baoa Qu!"
"Sieg Zeon!"
In the Federation's secure rear lines, the emotional toll was critical.
"Commander! We are losing! Deploy us now!" A desperate MS Girl pleaded, her image flashing on the stern commander's screen.
The commander, a woman with eyes as cold and unforgiving as space, refused. "Denied."
"What?! We must help our comrades! They will die!"
"No. We must wait until they commit their Mobile Suit Girls. We cannot afford to expend our strategic resource," the commander stated, her tone absolute.
"We are already losing resources! If more of our people die, and we lose this battle if we do—"
"We are not losing. Return to your post immediately, or I will have you court-martialed for disobedience," she hissed, cutting the plea short.
The MS Girl stared, her face a mask of bitter realization. "You're no better than Zeon," she spat, Before leaving.
"Sir! The Night Star is going critical!" a GM C-Type pilot shouted. Sudden, a blinding explosion rocked the Fed lines. A Salamis-class ship, designated the Night Star, had been hit in a critical area and went critical.
"Retreat! Retreat and regroup! We are too scattered!" a GM Command pilot yelled, activating his high-output thrusters to boost backward, scattering the remnants of his formation.
A flash of scarlet beam sliced the void.
"Retreat!" A desperate GM II pilot cried before a beam blast engulfed his suit.
"What the!?" A nearby GM C-Type turned, only to have its cockpit annihilated by a second, massive shot.
"Nice shot," a Rick Dom II pilot commented, floating near the enormous, Big Gun cannon.
"Thanks," the Zaku F2 pilot manning the colossal weapon replied, already lining up his next target. The massive barrel barked again, vaporizing a fleeing Guncannon Mass Production Type.
Back on the Zeon flagship, Lieutenant Kaelen delivered his report.
"Commander, we have pushed the Federation fleet back and dealt heavy damage, but there are no signs of Federation MS Girls in the fight."
I frowned, a slow realization dawning. "Are they just sacrificing their pilots' lives to draw out our strength?"
"I… I don't know, Commander."
"Very well. Continue to advance. Inform me the instant Federation MS Girls enter the battlefield."
"Understood," Karin saluted and departed.
The Zeon onslaught continued, forcing the Federation deeper into retreat. The cost of their commander's cold indifference was mounting.
Meanwhile, aboard a retreating Federation carrier, the desperate MS Girl who had argued with her commander met with her squad.
"The Captain won't send us out," she said, her voice firm with resolve. "Then we will go without her orders."
With a synchronized hiss of hydraulic locks, she and her fellow MS Girls launched into the void.
"What are you doing! Return back to the ship immediately!" the Captain's enraged voice blared over the external speaker.
"Negative," the MS Girl shot back, boosting toward the exploding debris field. "We won't let our people be slaughtered!"
Unbeknownst to the main forces, a separate, more sinister battle was unfolding within Side 3 itself.
"Everyone ready?" a powerful Kampfer MS Girl a squad leader announced, her eyes glowing crimson.
"Yes, Commander!" multiple, eager voices affirmed.
"Well then, let's get going." She activated her massive thrusters, a blur of blue and aggression heading towards a federation base inside side 3.
"Incoming!" A nearby Federation GM C-Type MS Girl barely registered the warning before the Kampfer's heavy shotgun ripped through her chassis.
"Sieg Zeon!"
"This is MS Team 8! Multiple Zeon MS Girls have infiltrated Side 3! We need reinforcements!" a frantic Federation officer yelled into a sputtering comm device.
"we—can't —he—ar—sa— y-agai-n…" The reply was a garbled mess of static.
"Minovsky Particles are disrupting communications," the officer cursed, turning to a nearby soldier. "Send out all our MS Girls! The conventional pilots are to defend this base!"
"Understood!" the soldier snapped a salute and sprinted off.
"Hahaha! These MS Girls suck!" the Kampfer cackled, her shotgun blasting another Federation defender into fragments.
"Look out!" A loyal Zaku FZ Type MS Girl rushed forward, shoving her commander just as a high-explosive bazooka round from a GM II MS Girl fired into where the Kampfer had been.
The Kampfer recovered instantly, pulling out two enormous heavy bazookas. Her face was full of ecstatic madness.
"Everyone! For Zeon's Ideals! CHARGE! SIEG ZEON!"
"SEIG ZEON!"