Sitting on a rock far outside of any of the Martian cities sat a small girl with silver hair and purple eyes. She was wearing what appeared to be a white-ish sort of cloak and a reddish baret on her head. She was staring across the Martian landscape with amusement lighting her features. This year seemed promising given the opponenets she had read about on her flight over. However she wondered how much time would pass before her government sent orders to assassinate opponents. She really wanted to fight this out fair and square but orders were orders.<br/><br/>The girls eyes were closed and her mind was drifting through memories. Many of these were awash with the crimson color, iron smell, and copper taste of blood. She hated these things more than anything else but it was all part of her job....no her life yes this was all a part of her life regardless of her own opinions in the matter. She hated her parents for forcing this on her however she believed that the skills she had learned certainly came in handy. Even though her GUNDAM was large and bulky it could still move swiftly since it was designed specifically for her.<br/><br/>