*This takes place during Episode 32*

As the crusaders ‘stealthily’ made their way towards the wall we had been ordered to defend, we found it humorous that they thought that the clanking of steel-plate armor and the rhythmic stomping of boots on the ground would allow them to sneak up on us. Of course, Commander Char had given us the order not to fire upon them or reveal our presence until they were too close to easily retreat from our trap and thus we made not a sound and had our main cameras disabled. As the ladders began to dock on the wall, Commander Char gave the order and we made our presence known.

It was like shooting fish in a barrel. No matter which way you shot at the ground you would hit something. Much to the glee of some of the more trigger-happy members of the garrison, we could literally spray-and-pray, and the odds are we would hit something rather than miss were astronomical. Why these meatbags thought that bunching together and funneling their numbers through these tiny chokepoints (the ladders) was a good idea was anyone’s guess.

Commander Char and the most of us were getting bored with the monotony of simply gunning down everything, so we jointly decided to let some of the meatbags onto the ramparts, so they could entertain us a little better. While a few of us were more than happy to spray down the advancing idiots with a never-ending rain of devastation, the rest of us wanted to actually try out melee combat. These guys were supposed to be the ‘best that the Human Lands had to offer’, so surely, they would at least be a mild challenge, fight?

Wrong. Annoyingly wrong.

We were dominating these clowns like nobody’s business. Sure a few of us got minor scratches and damage to our paint job, but those were due to carelessness and not the power of their foes. Even Commander Char was dancing through the enemy as though they were standing still. He only stopped and talked to one of them before blinding him and ramming his Heat Saber through his face. That meatbag must have been someone important, because at that moment Commander Char ranked up into a MS-14S Gelgoog Commander.

“Damn! I want to be that!”

“Awesome! Way to lead by example, sir!”

“Nice! Give ‘em hell!”

All along the wall words of praise were sent to the Commander. But, perhaps we shouldn’t have encouraged him. Almost like a switch was flipped, the Commander began to systematically target every meatbag invader on or near the wall. He moved with speed even faster than when he was a Dom and with his new Particle Beam weapons he carved a bloody swathe through those who didn’t have the sanity to flee. What started to aggravate us was the fact he would occasionally kill-steal.

Then it happened again.

The Commander glowed with the light that signified a rank up and as it faded he towered overhead as a MSN-02 Perfect Zeong.

This time the words sent his way were less approving.

“Show off…”

“That first rank up was cool and all, but you could have left some for us…”

The Commander must have been too drunk with his new power to listen to our complaints, but it wasn’t like we meant any harm by it. Sure, we were a bit annoyed as the rank ups had been coming more slowly and sporadically to those of us who were unnamed, but deep down we really did think that the Commander was awesome.

“Heh, maybe he could even beat that Feddie ace, Amuro…”

“Don’t doubt it. Unless that brat ranks up he wouldn’t stand a chance against the Commander.”

While the hulking Perfect Zeong was cool and all, we didn’t know what weapons it had. Sure, he looked like he had a few beam weapons built into his head and body, but what kind of guns would this colossus wield? Our question was answered as the Commander’s hands flew off and smashed a line of ladders to pieces.

“So, he is melee focused now.”

Then the hands continued to fly, and the fingers shot particle beams…

“So, is he ranged, or melee focused?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a bit of both? He seems to hit like nobody’s business but with his beam weapons….”

With Char’s hands dancing in the air and his mouth and waist shooting beams that would decapitate the invading meatbags, there was nothing else to do but watch the carnage unfold. It was a good thing we didn’t have olfactory sensors, or the smell of seared human flesh would have likely been too much for some of the new guys to handle. I looked out towards the few invaders who were running like the cowards they were and saw a lone Ground Gundam rushing after them and cutting them down one by one.

“Damn feddie showoffs… I swear these Gundams are OP AF.”

I turned to see one of the newer Zaku II Kais standing beside me and watching the lone Ground Gundam wipe out the retreating invaders.

“Don’t worry, he is as new as you are, and he just bit off more than he can chew. Charging into the enemy base like that is like having a death wish. If you thought the guys you faced on the wall were anything, then take heart that the enemy probably kept their aces in their base. I guess he’ll take down about five thousand or so before he bites the big one. It’s what he gets for loosing his cool and rushing after them.”

“Wasn’t Amuro watching out for these guys?”

“Yeah, but in all honesty, I doubt even HE would be able to take that base. Feddies are nothing compared to us Zeonic types. Commander Char? Now he could wipe that place out like it was an ant colony. One of those little ones, not the giant ones.”

With the sounds of combat having died away a few minutes ago, the sound of the Commander landing behind us caused us to turn around.

“Don’t underestimate them just because they aren’t Zeonic. They are far more powerful than you give them credit for. Just watch, I know my rival won’t disappoint...”