Last Days of the Alliance
Chapter 5
by
Captain Anonymous


Coster stood in the office that Trieze had been using at the base. Trieze entered the room and quietly closed the door behind him. "I'm glad we are able to meet again Colonel, I understand you have made a name for yourself during the battle in the Ardennes Forrest. But we have a new mission we are to undertake."
"The Gundams?"
Trieze looked out of the window, "Yes, I've chosen Lady Une to coordinate the offensive,
while I'm sending most of our forces into this battle, I want your unit to remain in Europe and continue our assault on the Alliance. I trust that an Ace pilot like yourself will be able to handle the objectives assigned."
Coster said sharply "You can count on my unit."
Trieze opened the drawer on his desk and pulled out a small badge. He walked around the desk and pinned it to Costers jacket. "I know I can count on you."

Coster went outside, and looked at his unit, the mobile suits lined up, under going repairs. Miller cam off the line, and saluted, "Sir, we're almost 75% complete with all repairs." Coster nodded slightly, "That's good to hear, once all repairs are done, have the soldiers take some time off, we'll be moving again soon."
"Sir, Lt. Lindsay left this morning, she got her assignment with the unit getting ready to head up into space. I've reassigned the suits of her unit to the others, provided you have no objections."
Coster nodded, "That will be fine."

Midii walked around the city, things seemed quiet. It was clear that this base was not on OZ's main agenda and was being regarded as a secondary target, since the base nor the city, held no military importance. It also seemed that they didn't want to be attacking the base during Field Marshal Noventa's funeral. But since it had been some time, it was only a matter of time before OZ would send a strike force and capture the base.
Midii walked through the cemetery alone, feeling the warm sun against her skin. She had thought about leaving, at this point no one would be able to stop her. The problem was she had no where else to go. Once the base was attacked she would have no choice, either run, or become a prisoner of war. Currently she been informed that Mitchell would stay, as long as he possibly could in order to protect Noventa's daughter, Sylvia. She had no idea of what to do
Her mind drifted back to No Name, five years ago. She didn't know why, she just couldn't get the image of him out of her mind. With things the way they were, she would not be able to find him, as long as the last remains of the Alliance were still being attacked by OZ.

In Siberia, the remains of 01 were being collected by Zechs and Noin. Remains of the OZ suits of both the air and ground units that were shot down were being checked for survivors. Of the main air unit that carried out the first assault, only one pilot had survived the encounter with the Gundams. His Aires suit had been shot down and the pilot wounded. A shot fired from the main galting of the Gundam 03 had pierced the armor plates and shattered the pilots right arm. He was transported back to the field hospital. His arm hung at his side, the bone shattered and was nothing more then a bloody mess hanging at his side. Ordway was placed on the operating table, there was no other choice, they would have to amputate. Ordway focused his anger towards the Gundam pilot, he had destroyed his unit, and taken his arm.

To be continued.