0081: The Roaring Red Sun, Zeke Zeon!

[Karaudu]

Quietly in the belly of Zeonic Musai, a brigade of 5 prepared for launch. The meaneveurs they had been practicing for had come to fruit -this day was what these soldiers lived and died for. The slow receding of a bay was enveloped in the vacuum of space. Mobile Suits similar to the Federation's Gundam the EMS-10 Zudah stepped into place at the catapault each shot into the void after the other, where they met in formation.

"Disengage communication links...absolute radio silence from this point on, this is a dead zone, but those god damn Feddies could be just around the corner." The lone voice stuck out and echoed in each cockpit for a moment. Gripping controls, each of the five pilots engaged verniers their target not far in sight.

[Karaudu]

Each Zudah took its place in a flying V formation, the captain of their team in the lead, a young ace pilot that had survived the battle of A Baoa Qu. Slowly they inched through the thin space towards their target, the Asteroid Axis.