As soon as there were shots to be fired, Isabel's scope snapped onto the scene and she took down one of the posterchild green Zeon units before it even had a chance to fully complete it's ambush. She had to admit that she was extremely impressed with just how fast and reflexive these new 'Gundam' types could be. Since it seemed as though the rest of her unit was perfectly capable of defending themselves against the Zaku attack, Isabel simply scanned the area for any other potential problems that could raise. She couldn't imagine that Zeon would be so simplistic as to have just one wave of ambushers, she had a feeling that something bigger and more dangerous was on the way, and the moment that happened, she'd put a high powered slug right in the kill zone. "..." In the cockpit of her unit, Isabel actually took a moment to peel off her helmet and toss it to the ground, it wasn't like she was going to need it for this battle, and this would allow her to see more easily. If she didn't have to rely on the automatic aiming function of her Gundam, she wouldn't dream of it.<br/><br/>......................................<br/><br/>The Redhead lieutenant briskly made her way to the command center back at the Zeon outpost. The summons for her had been desperate and urgent, and she could only imagine what in the world it was that had HQ so panicked. After offering her commander the obligatory salute, she relaxed into a somewhat unprofessional posture and waited to hear just what it was that had command all spun up. Since she had just come down from space, she was actually still in her adjustment period so that she could get acclimated to earth's gravity before being demanded to fight. After all, this would mark Jillian's very first time setting foot on earth in her lifetime. If something had them step into that acclimation period, something had to be very wrong indeed.<br/>"I was summoned, sir?"<br/><br/>"Lieutenant Ashfeld, we've just received a desperate message from some of our troops in patrol 44 in sector C-7, it sounds like the Federation forces were able to catch them off guard, and they're fighting for their lives. You're to join with the 409th immediate response division and get out there to save whoever you can, and eliminate the federation forces."<br/><br/>Jillian would simply salute again.<br/>"Consider it done!"<br/><br/>...................................................<br/><br/>Five minutes later, Jillian was suited up in the Zeon space suit and was making her way towards her directed unit. She hated wearing this thing, it made her feel like she was in some kind of clown suit or something... Seriously, couldn't command come up with something just a<em>little</em>more aesthetically pleasing then this grey and green mess? Zeon pilots were supposed to be the heroes of the colony, fighting the terrible federation away and securing their freedom... but they wore the goofiest looking normal suits that Jillian had ever seen before... Oh whatever, it wasn't her place to complain. The redhead made her way to the 409th, where two of her fellow pilots were also suited up and waiting to greet her. One of them, a man the same rank as her but a few years older, offered his hand. "Lieutenant Ashfeld? I'm Lieutenant Alrez, commander of this unit." Jillian simply shook his hand with a small nod. "Nice to meet you... any idea what we're gonna be facing out there?"<br/><br/>Alrez would simply shake his head. "No... Judging from the desperate cries though, they were fighting an uphill battle... I'm worried that it might actually be the Gundam unit that we've heard so much about."<br/>It was Jillian's turn to shake her head. "That's impossible, there's only one Gundam, and that thing's in space right now."<br/>"I hope you're right, Ashfeld."<br/><br/>With no further conversation, the 409th mounted up and prepared for deployment. They had been given the coordinates for where the fighting had broken out, so they'd be able to make their way there within a matter of minutes. "Alright then, Jillian Ashfeld! Deploying to the battlefield!" With that, her own Zaku started to make it's way away from the paddocks where it was normally kept, heading with the 409th's five other Zakus and one Gouf piloted by Alrez towards the area where the desperate transmission had come from.