A loud Guffaw erupted over the Radio as a Guncannon exploded from the Strike to it's back. The Mobile suit that delivered the death blow was a Zeon MS-07B-3, Gouf Custom Type. A Ground combat Mobile suit specializing in Melee combat. The Suits garish color scheme of Purple and white signified the occupant of great importance. And in his own mind. None were more important than he. Colonel Muhammad Acar sneered at the scene of Carnage he and his group created. "These pathetic Federation peasants can not hope to stand up to one with the linage such as I." He spoke regally over the radio. His suit giving the heat saber he carried a flick as if it was flinging off excess blood. the Glowing blade quickly cooling down now that it was no longer needed.<br/><br/>Colonel Acar was the Zeon Commander for the Zeon's Middle East and African theater of Operations. Often desiring to take a More hands on approach in dealing with the foolish federation pilots that get too close to his Base of operations. With the immediate threat over, He and his subordinates returned to the Base. A large Underground Complex hidden in the Sahara Desert. As they approached, A large Door raised up to grant them access. The Sand sliding off of the thickly armored hatch. The Mobile suits began to descend into the depths to be greeted by a guide car. When the last suit descended into the ground the Hatch closed to be quickly covered up again by the shifting sands of the Sahara.<br/><br/>Acar easily backed his Gouf into it's berth as the Grounds crew flocked all over the suit and began to attach umbilical and data cables running to maintenance terminals. When the Gantry Arm was swung into place, The hatch in the lower abdomen of the Gouf swung open. As Acar stepped out, a Young private stood there with a bottle of water for him. "Another successful battle." Acar Boasted as he snatched the water bottle from the young boy's hand. As he chugged the contents, he looked over to the other two berths. Where were being parked the Mobile suits of his two most capable and trusted subordinates. He smiled as he observed their combat prowess today. Tossing the bottle back towards the waiting private. A captain came trotting up to him. "Colonel Acar. You received a private communication while you were out." "Fine, I'll take it in my office." he growled.