The Year is Universal Century 0079. The Group of colonies furthest from the Earth, Side 3, have declared their independence. Calling themselves the "Principality of Zeon". They wage a bloody war with the Earth Federation for their independence. The Atrocities committed in the name of Freedom saw both side lose half their respective populations. After 6 months of fierce fighting, Both sides have come to a stalemate.<br/><br/>During this war, Many have stepped up to answer the Call. To fight and shed blood for their Ideals. All gave some, some gave all. Some of their names shall be remembered, most will not.<br/><br/>In the shifting Deserts of North Africa lies one such group. Made of brave Men and Women who venture into the wastes of the Sahara and Suez Peninsula in order to route the Occupying Zeons forces. Rarely do they see the comforts of a bed or Air Conditioning. Their Missions causing them to venture into the deep deserts for long periods of time.<br/><br/>A hover truck glided over the loose sands of the Sahara. Searching for signs of a Zeon patrol that was spotted in the area. "This is a good a spot as any. The soft sands are shit for sonar work." The driver called to the Sonar Operator. "Quit your complaining, at least we are not expected to engage what we find." the Operator shot back as she moved to her station. Donning her headphones. She drove the long spikes into the soft sand as the driver shut off the engine to give her unobstructed picture. The job of disposing of what they find was for the Three GM mobile suits that were escorting the Truck. The shifting sand slipped away under their footfalls. With their weapons raised in the ready position, they visually scanned the area. "Keep your heads on a swivel." the Lead GM called out. "But Sir, where is a 100 ft tall Zaku going in hide?" One of the other pilots commented.<br/><br/>As if in answer to his question, Three Humanoid figures burst up thru the sand. The First Zaku had it's Heat Hawk out and brought it down on the Group Leader. The superheated axe like blade cutting through the armor of the GM like butter. It's companion brought the 120mm Zaku Machine gun to bear on the second GM, destroying it easily. The last GM brought up it's Machine gun and was about pepper the two Zakus, but it's action was cut short from a burst of 120mm fire to it's back from the final Zaku. In the Hover truck, it was panic as the sonar operator was firing the Truck's Gatling. Watching as the round bounced harmlessly off the back of the massive Mobile suit. "GET US OUT OF HERE!" the Sonar operator screamed from the gunner's seat. "I CAN'T! THE FANS ARE BURIED IN THE SAND!" Driver yelped back in panic. Vainly, he tried to get the fans moving to facilitate their escape. The Sonar operator's face went white as a sheet. The large foot of one of the Zaku's was coming down right on top of the hover trucks, crushing it utterly. After ensuring their prey was truly dead, the three Zakus marched off to continue their patrol, not seeing the small trickles of crimson seeping out of the hover truck's crushed cab.<br/><br/>At the main base camp just south of Cairo, a Small jeep just passed base security. it's occupant, a new pilot for a MS team. After dropping off the Jeep in the motor pool, he tugged at his collar in hopes of letting some of the heat out of his Uniform. It took him a moment to find the Commander's office to check in. "Sir, Lt. William Sampson reporting sir." William smartly said as he knocked on the door. At just under Six Foot, Lt. Sampson was naturally heavy set, which caused much ridicule thru his basic training. This however only served to make him push himself harder. his most distinctive feature was a large scar on the left side of his face. It started from the corner of his eye and slightly curved back along his Jaw. "...Sir?" William quietly opened the door and found no one behind the desk. "Sir!" Will called out a bit louder.<br/><br/>(Thud)<br/><br/>"OW, The Hell!" A voice hissed in pain as the Desk appeared to jump. A rather short elderly man stood up from beneath his desk. Rubbing the newly growing knot on his bald head, He eyed the intruder. Colonel Bernard Alexander was a very tough Commanding officer, yet he was completely fair in his treatment of his troop. A lover of Military history, he often looked to the actions of past commanders along with Sun-Tzu's teachings when it came to make strategy. "Who the hell are you?" He growled finally stopped rubbing his head. "Sir, Lt. William Sampson." Samson replied quickly. "Ah, your that new transfer. Your File says your from the Colonies." the colonial said as he picked up a thick folder from his desk. thumbing through it, he nodded as he looked over the information. "Yes, Sir." Samson acknowledged. "Have you lived in the Colonies long?" Colonial Alexander asked as he continued to look over Samson dossier. "Only three years, Sir. I was born and raised in the Southern North American Continent." Samson spoke reaffirming what the Colonial was seeing in the folder. "I see, then it must be good not breathing that reprocessed air." He said absently. "Yes Sir." William answered hoping this wouldn't go on much longer. "Your assignment is with the 432nd Forward MS Team. It's one of the few teams in the world equipped with the new RX-79 Ground Type." Alexander said as he tossed the folder on his desk and leaned back in his chair. "Ground Type?" Samson asked. His face twisted a bit in confusion. "You'll see. they will be delivered this Afternoon on the Medeas. here is the tech manual. I strongly suggest you look it over. I hope you like to camp out." Alexander said. A mischievous smirk played itself on his lips. Samson saluted as he excused himself.<br/><br/>slinging his duffel over his shoulder, he crossed the compound. Dodging the large feet of GMs and the traffic of jeeps zipping around. Eventually he came to barracks of the 432nd. The paddocks for their Mobile suit a short distance way. At the Moment the moment they stood empty, but that will change that afternoon. He could see the grounds personnel working to get the berths ready. Entering the Barracks. Once again he was bathed in the cool breeze of Air-conditioning. He let out his breath as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Hello?" He called to only get silence back. "Huh, Guess I am the first to arrive." he mused as he went to find his room assignment and look over the manual for the new Mobile suit he was going to be piloting. A mobile suit they were a calling a Gundam.