It took Baxter a little time to process everything that had just happened. He, the Captain, and the others had been using their beam rifles to keep away the attacking Zaku force, the extremely high-tech weaponry allowing them to keep the green suits far enough away not to interfere with the tactical sniper's shot. It had seemed like a blessing from a higher power when it turned out that the operation had been rushed too much and the sniper's GM wasn't even prepared to function in the desert environment, but before Baxter could count it as a victory for his ideals, he looked over and saw William's Gundam snatching the rifle away and getting ready to take the shot himself. It was too fast for him to do anything to stop it; his Captain barely even took aim before he let the shot fly, the beam soaring across the head of countless Federation and Zeon combatants and lancing right through the unprepared hull of the Zanzibar, reducing the proud battleship to a flaming wreck in the blink of an eye.<br/><br/>The former Zeon pilot halted his fire and stared as the falling ship, stunned that the shot had devastated it so thoroughly; it was a miracle if anyone had survived that, though what he saw next made him wish no one had. Men and women stumbling from the fire, burned and barely making it ten yards before expiring in the cold sand. It didn't take an analyst to know that too many were dressed as doctors or nurses, or had preexisting wounds, for this not to be exactly what he had hoped it wasn't. He had asked William not to let the ship be shot down out of fear of this, but he didn't know how right he would be...<br/><br/>It didn't take long for rage to take him over, around the time Unit 01 went flying forward into the battle and Takai had to put it down. Baxter went forward as well, drawing his Gundam Hammer and swinging it toward any Zaku that dared come close to him or his team, letting the space-age metal crush the weaker suits like aluminum. He seemed to be following the Lieutenant's orders, but his intent was all wrong. He heard a familiar voice; the redhead from a week ago, one of the Zeon aces, coming at them in her Dom and cursing her head off in an anger even hotter than his own. She was probably more justified in wanting to kill William, but in his current state, he didn't really care about her justice. He practically threw his Gundam Hammer in her direction, keeping her back just long enough, even if he didn't land the hit.<br/><br/>Throwing back another Zaku, he drew one of his beam sabers and stood at Unit 01's back as it knelt in the sand, staring at the vulnerable suit. So easy now to just bring the blade down on the exposed metal of the back, maybe cut through the power supply just to ensure it detonated. Or maybe stab through it and incinerate the entire cockpit, to show how it felt to die in heat and agony. Slowly, he raised his arm, the din of combat being only a light buzzing to his vengeance-focused mind. He was less than a second away from doing Jillian's job for her when Unit 01 took off toward the wreck again, using its boosters since its feet could do nothing. Was he looking to finish the job?!<br/><br/>Leaving Makoto and Isabel to their own battles, he followed William all the way to the Zanzibar, only to diverge a little bit and try to use his blades to cut open more of the hull, maybe allowing a few more people the chance to escape. It was only when the power in his weapons finally died out that he let them fall to the ground and sought his "CO" again, finding the man out of his Gundam, kneeling by a pair of civilians. One looked like she didn't have long to live (mercifully), while the other, a mere child, would probably be scarred for the rest of her life, in more ways than one. Needless to say, this didn't calm Baxter down any.<br/><br/>Pulling up to the seen in Gundam 03, Baxter opened his own cockpit and rappelled down, stepping over to within a few meters of William. His sidearm, which had been drawn since he left his suit, aimed squarely at the more senior officer's head. "Did you know?!" he demanded, hand shaking with righteous anger. He wanted justice for the wanton murder of his own innocent and wounded people, but he wouldn't pull the trigger until he knew who to aim at.