<strong>Picture of your Character:</strong><br/>(http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/08thmsteam/ms-06jc.jpg)<br/>Char Rakan (http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110206082355/gundam/images/thumb/c/c9/Rakan1.gif/300px-Rakan1.gif)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GAW, forest under Fed control.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Char tried to stifle a yawn as he turned the page in a magazine he must have leafed through a hundred times. Reaching for his cup of coffee, he glanced around the mess for a second, his gaze resting on a few of the other soldiers there, noticing that none of those lower in rank were willing to meet his gaze. Perhaps his reputation was preceding him. That would make it hard to get in a good scrap but that never stopped him before. Taking a sip of the hot, bold liquid, he went to set the cup back down when the whole ship seemed to lurch. Turning his attention towards the window, he noticed a flash of lightning in the distance; his first thought being that the storm had caused the lurch in the ship. Char shook his head, reaching for his cup when suddenly the alarms began to blare across the ship, red lights pulsing incessantly. With a grumble he began to get to his feet, wondering what all the commotion could be about. “These damn pilots can’t handle a little storm? Just when I was getting comf…”<br/><br/>The ship lurched again, tipping noticeably now. He heard the sound of his coffee spilling, his hand instinctively reaching for the chair for balance. Shooting a glance at the window again, he noticed the yellow of tracer fire. “This is the captain. All hands get off the ship! I repeat, all hands abandon the carrier!”<br/><br/>Pushing off the chair, Char rushed towards the door, bouncing off a wall as the ship shook under incoming fire. Gritting his teeth, he continued down the hall as quickly as he could, shoving past anyone who dared to get in his way, he certainly wasn’t going to die upon this floating barge without getting the chance to put his feet on the ground. “Move you little rodents! Don’t you know who I am! Get the hell out of my way!”<br/><br/>Entering the cargo bay, he noticed a Zaku already moving out. He couldn’t tell who it might be but knew that he needed to follow suit in short order if he was going to have any chance down on the ground. Climbing aboard his Zaku, he fired up the systems, checking that everything was green. Securing his machine gun, he started for the door. Just as he was about to reach the hatch, he noticed an arms crate. Grabbing it with his right arm, he threw it out the door, barely hesitating before he forced the mobile suit to leap after it. As soon as he was clear, he began scanning for targets, his fingers working the controls quickly. Spotting one of the Fed ships, he attempted to rotate his Zaku, firing off a burst from his 120mm gun to try and drive them off, hoping to allow a few more suits to make it off the ship. As much as he loved a good fight, Char had a feeling they were going to need everything they could get.<br/><br/>An alarm went off to his right, drawing his attention to the altimeter. “Damn, lower than I was suspecting.” Doing his best to roll his suit over, he attempted to align his main thrusts towards the earth, counting to himself before he slammed his throttle forward, hoping it would be enough. Even with the cushion, he landed heavily; the suit seeming to skid slightly upon the ground. Rattled in his harness, he tasted blood, spitting a mouthful aside as he finally came to a stop. Checking his sensors, he was relieved to find that he had managed to come out in decent enough shape, though the thrusters seemed managed and his shield had been sheared off be the vegetation. Working the Zaku to its feet, he scanned his surroundings before spotting the bulk of the carrier continuing its smoking descent. No sign of anyone else. Punching up a secure line, he continued to scan his surroundings.<br/><br/>“Private First Class Rakan to all Zeon forces, is anyone reading me? I am currently at...” Glancing at his tactical map for a moment, he searched for a designation. “… Whiskey Three Zero. I repeat, Whiskey Three Zero. Do any Zeon forces read me?”<br/>