1800hrs came and went. William grew anxious as he waited for the sign of the Medeas. It wouldn't be till around 1840 before they finally touched down. He watched from the Runway as they off loaded the huge containers holding the new Mobile suits. With smaller crates carrying the Weapons and other accessories. The Containers were loaded on to huge lift trucks and carried over to the Berths for the 432nd. William trotted excitedly over to a Older gentleman looking over and finally signing a clipboard. "So, is it Christmas yet?" William asked. "And you are sir?" The Older man asked. "I am Lt. William Samson. just Transferred into the 432nd." William replied. "Oh, So your the new CO. I am Master Chief Mike Graham. I am your Tech lead for the team. It is my responsibly to ensure your Suits are in top shape." Mike said with a proud smile. "It's good to meet you, Chief." William said with a firm handshake. "Well lets get these girls uncrated" Mike said excitedly. William watched as the Gundams were raised up out of the crates on internal lift blocks. Mike trotted off to properly supervise the action. William stood well clear to keep out everyone's way. when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning he saw a small private. "Are you Lt. Samson?" The private Asked. "yes I am, What is the Matter?". "Sir, Colonel Alexander wishes to see you." The Private said as she saluted and trotted away.<br/><br/>"Sir, Lieutenant Samson reporting as ordered.". "Enter!" Came the gruff voice of the base commander. William entered smartly as he was instructed. Col. Alexander was sitting behind his desk looking at a set of empty berths on the other side of the base. "Lt. I need you to take your team out and search for the 325th MS Team. They are nearly 3 days overdue. and recon aircraft can not find any trace of them." Alexander explained. "Sir, don't all mobile suits carry a transponder, to track their location?" William asked, already expecting a angry answer. "Of course they do. However, the transponders on the 325th were cannibalized to repair transponders for three other teams. They were suppose to be removed from the Patrol roster, but someone fucked up and sent them out anyways." Alexander growled in frustration. "So, I need you and your fancy Gundams to go to their last reported location and see if you can find any trace of them. I have a feeling of what the answer will be, but I am holding out hope that they merely got lost." He said. "Sir, we just got our suits. It will take 4 hours to get them prepped for the desert." William tried to explain, but knew it was useless. "You have two hours to get suited up." Alexander stated Sternly. "Yes Sir. My team and I will be ready." William stated as he saluted. "Dismissed" Alexander said gruffly as Samson vacated the office.<br/><br/>William climbed the Scaffold to find Mike Waist deep inside Unit 1's cockpit. "Hey Chief, I got some bad news for you." William called over the sound of power tools. Mike grumbled a bit as he slithered his way out from under a control panel. "Yeah? When is it any good news?" He said looking up at Samson. "Orders came down. these suits need to be walking in 2 hours." William explained. "Gaw--Alright, Lieutenant. We'll have your suits ready. Just promise me that you guys rack up the kills with these little ladies." Mike said. The Frustration etched on his face, but he gave his best smile before standing up to inform his techs of the change in plans. William sighed as he headed towards the barricks to brief his team mates. people he haven't even met yet.<br/><br/>In the Briefing room, He watched as he team filed in and took their Seats. He took a moment to clear his throat before he began. "Good evening, I am Lieutenant William Samson. I'll be in charge of the 432nd for now on. I know we haven't had a chance to meet on a one on one basis, but that will have to wait. Orders came down from Col. Alexander. We are to search for a missing MS team. The 325th are long overdue and the Bass is worried. They ordered for the 432nd to move to their last known position and see if we can find any signs of the team. Hopefully, they're just lost." A Large Map appeared just behind William. Showing the area where they last received communications. "We lost contact here." Indicating with a pointer on the Map."123 miles to the northeast. It will take us approximately take 13 hours "On Foot" to get there." He continued. The door to the briefing room opened as two more entered. One was a tall dark skinned woman and a skinny pale young man. "Ah. You must be Sgt Aisha Allenby and Corp. Josh John. Please have a seat. These two will be operating our Support and Sonar Truck. Right now, the Gundams are getting outfitted for the mission. Corporal...uh Raimen, the techs are also in the process of getting your sniper rife set up. Please catch up with them and make sure it is your liking. I understand snipers are very particular about their rifles." William said. Looking over some notes, he gave a satisfied nod. "Load out will be 100mm Machine Guns and Shields. The Supplement weapons have not been assembled and won't be in time. The only exception is Corporal Raimen's Sniper rifle. Now, we're walking in a hour and 20 minutes. Make sure your suited up in a hour ten. Dismissed."