"We have a Code Red situation! The Gallup carrying Field Marshal George Washburn's Daughter and Her Nanny, Emma Grooms. Have come under attack by Federation Forces." The Officer briefed. The Room gasped. Everyone knew Lucille Washburn. She had been seen around Base for a couple of days. "What!" was the collective thought of the assembled Pilots. "How many are there?" One Pilot called out. "From Reports...Three." The Officer reported. Silence descended. Some wondered if this was a joke. "Sir, Three Feddy Suits is no match for a Gallup and its escorts!" A pilot barked. "Well, apparently these three are. The Gallups Engines have been destroy and the Feddies are tearing through their escorts so fast it is embarrassing!<br/><br/>the 100mm machine gun in Unit One's Hand Chattered as huge brass shells rained down into the sand. The Zaku's were extremely outmatched. Soon enough the battle came to an end as Both William and Sam had jumped onto the top of the Gallup. "PLEASE DON'T!" A voice called over the Radio. Desperation in his plea. "All Zeon Forces are to stand down and surrender!" William called out. Soon, the Remaining zaku's dropped their heat axes and Machine guns. "EVERYONE OUT, NOW!" William barked. The Hatch opened and a ramp descended on the side of the Land Battleship. The Surviving personnel staggered out as the Zaku pilots climbed out of their Suits. "Richter, Contact HQ. Inform them of our status and have a couple of Gunperries come out with A GM Team. Colonel Alexander is going to be surprised we caught a Gallup." Samson Said cheerfully.<br/><br/>The Three Gundams and the Hover truck covered the Assembling Zeon prisoners when a excited voice was picked up on their speakers. "WOW!! Look, Nanna! More Mobile suits!" William panned Unit 1's head around to look at the source of the outburst. What he saw shocked the shit out of him. A Young cherub cheeked girl stood in a billowing sundress and floppy hat. Holding onto her was An older woman, wearing something that looked more at home in the 19th century. Emma held on to the excited sprite as she feared these New Suits. They were clearly federation.<br/><br/>The Prisoners were clustered together with Lucille and Emma separated from them. Everyone sitting on the hot sand. Emma let out a loud Yelp when She saw one of the Federation suits (Unit 1) walk over and kneel before them. She began to Tremble as it extended it hand and Shield and held it over them. She didn't realize that Unit one was providing Shade for the Young girl and her caretaker. Unit One's head turned towards the assembled Zeon Soldiers. "You are now prisoners of the Federation. Medical treatment and water will be provided once Reinforcements arrive." Samson Announced. Switching Channels, Samson brought up Cpl Richter. "Hey Sam, see what you can do about giving the Zeons some shade. It is hot as hell out there and we don't want them cooking." Samson asked.<br/><br/>Soon 2 Gunperries arrived on station carrying 4 GM Ground types, as well as Infantry. "Set out a defensive parameter. There are Wounded that need medical attention and Water to the Soldiers." William called out over the speakers so Everyone could hear. "Yes, Lt. You are ordered back to base with your "Special Cargo." Colonel's Orders." The Lead GM Replied. William nodded as he ordered his team on the Gun Perry. Lucille Washburn and Her Nanny were also escorted onto the waiting Gun perry. To be ferried back to base. Leaving the One Gun Perry, GMs, and Infantry.<br/><br/>As the Holding team awaited the intelligence division. the Infantry erected Tents to shade the Prisoners as medical teams saw to the Wounded. Water was passed around, but the prisoners were carefully monitored. They were waiting for The Spooks to come in and sweep the area and interrogate the Soldiers. Since The Child and her Nanny were not Military. They had to be taken back to Base. "Wow, they look like those Knights in the fairy tales you would tell me, Nanna." Lucille said excitedly as she remarked on how different the Gundams looked as opposed to the Zeon suits.<br/><br/>"ok, Drink it slow. You don't want to hurt yourself." A Federation private instructed as he handed a cool water bottle to a Young Zeon soldier. "Man, They are sending younger and Younger people to fight these days." The Private commented. It was a sad commentary indeed. with the losses mounting on both sides of the conflict. the Federation and her Allies had to turn to younger and younger recruits to replace empty ranks. The Private moved on with another bottle to the next person. If a prisoner needed to use the restroom he was under guard by no less than three armed infantry men.<br/><br/>It was looking like this was going to be a boring detail when the air was ripped apart by the shrill whistle of an artillery shell. The idling Gun Perry suddenly erupting in a huge fire ball. "ZEONS!" One of the GMs said as he and the others moved to intercept.