This chapter is going to formally introduce one of the only OC's I'll be using in this fic, I based her appearance off the cute Zeon officer that talked to your pilot during the side missions of Journey to Jaburo from the Playstation 2. Good game, not as much fun as Zeonic Front but hey, I'm biased.

Anyway this wasn't supposed to get written anytime soon but Youtube popped up a "You might like-" of a heavy metal 08th MS Team AMV and well...I got in the mood. ENJOY AND REVIEW!

Vaguely IMPORTANT:Since it was fairly well demanded I added a primer to the Gundam universe in Chapter One for those who are new to it

Lillith was awoken from her rather fitful slumber via a cheerful chirping sound over her rooms loud speakers; the Dark Witch already having plans to murder all those involved in the devices construction warily snapped her eyes open. Groggily she sat up as the loose silk sheets fell away from her body while she warily slid her hands down her face, the porcelain skinned beauty growling as she hopped out of her lonely bed.

Naked and annoyed she wrapped an evening robe around herself as she approached the still chirping computer terminal, someone was going to die for this, no joke.

Slamming her fist against the "Reply" key she growled out her half conscious response hoping that her rage would make them reconsider ever annoying her this early in the morning again; it was a vain hope at that but sometimes your subordinate's instinctual fear of Death worked in your favor. She never really had figured out what the big deal was with that, Death was painless, it was life that was mind shatteringly terrifying.

"This had better be important, what the hell do you want?"

The junior officer on the opposite end of the line audibly swallowed before he replied, "Me-Message for you Admiral, patching it through now." Before she could even begin to rip into the unfortunate bastard she was soon presented with the image of her girlfriend's little brother, wincing she pulled her robe closer as she growled out her greeting.

"Garma, how pleasant to see you! Now, What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want." Garma cringed a bit at her over enunciated greeting but did his level best to retain his dignity, he honestly had no idea if he succeeded or not but chose to believe he had done so regardless.

"Admiral Potter, I've just been given information on the Federation's newest weapon, it is code named the 'Trojan Horse' and the Federation has it listed as 'Project V', my hope is-" She cut him off with a curt snort.

"Request denied," Garma sputtered a moment before she continued, "Garma who was your source?"

Shoulders slumping the purple haired young man sighed slowly as he rubbed his eyes with one hand, "My friend from the academy, Char Aznable."

Lillith nodded at that as she fell into her desks rather exquisite leather chair, "And how many suits has he lost following this equestrienne condom?"

Garma groaned as he leaned back into his own chair feeling like a chided child as he replied, "Nearly a dozen Admiral."

Grinning Lilly nodded slowly, "So that would put forth the idea that pursuing this ship would be a bad idea, would it not?"

Garma grunted in irritation as he nodded his agreement, "Yes it would, but if I don't do something grandiose I'll never leave my sisters shadow!"

Lillith rolled her eyes at this before replying, "Right, because Cil totally wants her little brother risking his life for no other reason then to prove his balls have dropped. Look, Garma, if you wanna take this thing on fine, but I will be leading the charge; my orders to keep you safe not withstanding, I. Am. Bored. So Goddess be damned bored, so tell your boyfriend to give you all the info on this thing that he's got and we'll figure out a plan of attack."

Garma flustered at that as his cheeks darkened, "Char is not my boyfriend! You know perfectly well that I'm straight and currently dating-" She cut him off with a wave her hand as she reached towards her consoles disconnect key.

"Don't care, toodles," ending the call the immortal witch began dressing for the days events as a sadistic grin curled up her lips, "Just like they taught at the academy, if you can't get laid, take your frustrations out in a creative manner. Like playing tennis, jogging, catching things on fire, or blowing up something expensive, always good to keep your options open."

Running a brush through her hair she leaned down to view the files sent by Char and found herself sputtering in shock, "Wh-what the fuck?! Is that a robot tank in space?!" It was official, the Earth Federation had collectively lost their minds.

It had been eight months since Zeons War For Independence had begun, in that time both sides had lost half of their respective populations, to Lieutenant Commander Yumi Kusanagi, special adjutant to Rear Admiral Lillith Potter, this was a misleading statistic.

To put it bluntly Zeon was horrifically over populated to begin with, since the closed style windowless O'Neill cylinders that were exclusive to Side 3 allowed nearly twice the amount of people to inhabit each colony. Many cynics, Yumi's boss being one of them, believed the war was declared with the intention of culling the colony cluster's population, gaining Independence was just a side perk.

That being said, Side 3 had a population of about 1.7 billion at the beginning of the war, the Earth Federation had 10 billion, so when you didn't gloss over the details that little statistic meant that Zeon had lost roughly 900 million people to the Federations 5 billion.

The true irony of the situation was Zeons losses were almost completely military in nature since Side 3 had seen little if any combat, were as with the Federation... Yumi sighed as she rubbed her eyes slowly, it was too early to think about these sorts of things, if she dwelled, she'd remember.

For one bare, brief moment she was back at Loum, her Zaku had overshot her target and the nuclear warhead continued on, a moment later the colony behind it rippled under the atomic payload. The massive home to millions of innocent civilians would have shrugged off the accidental attack easily...if it wasn't for the dozens of other warheads that were striking along its surface.

All told the two massive opposing fleets had lobbed so many nukes with such abandon that both Side 4 and 5 were reduced to nothing more then massive irradiated graveyards, Yumi hung her head and took in several deep breaths as she shakily took a metal flask out of her desk. Dumping its contents into her coffee she downed the whiskey laced beverage quickly, as she was doing this the door to her office slid open and her boss stood there looking pissed off beyond words.

Upon seeing the flask and her adjutant's bloodshot eyes her posture softened as she gave the younger woman a sad smile, "Nightmares again?"

Yumi nodded slowly as she screwed the flask shut and put it back in her desk, "Not as bad as normal, only thought about it twice since I woke up." Admiral Potter nodded slowly as she took the seat opposite of her subordinate and friend, cocking her head to the side, emerald eyes filled with concern she quickly cleared her throat before replying.

"We've got a bit of a situation that we need to take care of, I was hoping you'd help Garma and myself sift through it, but if you need the time off-" she was cut off as Yumi quickly shook her head looking a bit panicked as she did so.

"No! I mean, that is perfectly all right ma'am, to be honest the work would help to distract me," smiling in understanding she slid a folder labeled 'Project V' towards the Japanese woman and Yumi quickly opened it.

She took in the glossy photos of the strangest looking warship she'd ever seen as well as several still frames of a pair of humanoid units; one with a head that reminded her of a samurai's helmet, the other some bizarre 1950's armored spacesuit with a pair of massive guns on it's shoulders.

Reaching the last photo she took in a sharp breath as one eyebrow rose incredulously, turning back to her slightly smirking boss and back to the image she did her best to process the sight before her.

Tank treads, stubby handless arms, exposed highly elevated cockpit in the head, and no visible method for the torso to rotate, its only saving grace was the pair of massive cannons resting on its shoulders. Oh and it was flying, in space.

"Ma'am..." she began slowly as if tasting the words before speaking them, "Did...did the Federation make a flying space tank?" Admiral Potter broke out into a hysterical fit of laughter that Yumi soon joined, this was going to be an interesting day, she just knew it.