<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>Forest under Fed control.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Char had kept his pace slow, moving in a more circular, flanking direction than a direct heading for the wreck. He felt oddly exposed even with the cover of the rain and heavy vegetation to either side of him. He was beginning to suspect that it was due to their lack of knowledge of the area and the fact that they were pressing so deep into enemy territory when they were ill-equipped for the task. Pausing every few meters in his trek, he glanced at his position, double checking where he knew the GAW had gone down and his best guess where the other Zakus were. He could hear the chatter buzzing in his ear, glancing instinctively in the direction of the signal even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to see anything. Why had there been no contact yet?<br/><br/>He had always heard that the Feddies liked a good fight and had fully expected to be jumped on the minute they touched down. Now the lack of enemy spotting or any really challenge was starting to get on his nerves and play with his mind. He kept double checking the shadows, shifting whenever a branch, heavy from rain, shifted in a way that he wasn’t suspecting. But there was nothing. Not even an animal to blame for his jumpiness. Scolding himself silently, he picked up his pace, beginning to close in on the gathering of units. If there was going to be an ambush, he figured it would be better to have support than to go toe to toe in unfamiliar terrain.<br/><br/>Hearing the report about a damaged Zaku caused Char to slow his pace, glancing around a bit more, his machine held out before him. A downed suit would draw them in for sure if they figured it out. With minimal ammunition and no support, he could only guess at how long they would be able to hold out. Checking his position, he slowly lowered his Zaku down onto one knee, steadying the barrel of the machine gun in the direction he suspected the enemy might approach. “Private Rakan here, setting ambush ten meters Northwest of GAW.”<br/>