"Captain Arthenia, ET to launch?"
-ET 5 minutes and counting Lieutenant. Prepare final checks, execute launch protocols on 3.-
"Roger that." The cockpit was different. The Martian technicians replaced the test cockpit with a newer design. Mars hoped this new encircling cockpit would give them an advantage should the Earth ever invade again. This design changed the very soul of this Libra mobile suit. The Libra harkened back to a destructive battleship, inappropriate for a Martian guardian. Tom spent two months training to use this suit, since General Whitewolf ordered no one else would. Now with a new cockpit, a new soul, he would have to rename this mobile suit.
-Libra-MS, prepare for launch.-
"Copy that, but change my IDC. I want it to be Nightrazor, and address me from now on as 'Angel of Death'." Black paint masked the Gundanium Alloy, masking it in the darkness of space. Only the glowing heatclaw would be visible when the suit's stealth suite activated. Tom toyed with calling his suit a wraith, but decided 'Nightrazor' fit the Gundam. Many designs paired an adjective with a weapon name.
"So... Angel, prepare for launch. That goes for all of you. We're marking at least 45 hostiles. We've done four already so keep it steady. Ready, Four, Three, Two... ONE!" Tom nodded to the words of his commander, Colonel Kagato. They were members of the Wraith Mobile Suit squadron, a reason why he decided not to rename the Libra model 'wraith'. G-forces pushed into his chest, and green lights signalled an open lane. White walls of the mobile suit carrier shifted to the black infinite of space.
"PSYCommu units on." Mars 'acquired' a Psychic Amplifier prototype from an Io lab. Many Martian psychics were unable to properly use the system, so the Confederation modified the design. They installed many of the new PSYCommu units in their mobile suits. They equipped the Nightrazor with such a unit, and so Tom turned it on.
A flood of lights entered the young pilot's subconsciousness. A million twinkles congealed into a single point of light. That point of light now moved, and the computer targeted many different objects. The lights illuminated mobile dolls; a fleet of hostile, souless, killing machines. The 'Lightning Wave', named by an image sent out to jam non-military grade sensors, swarmed out from the darkness of space. An unknown force produced them en masse, sending them on suicide missions of terror. The PSYCommu helped him focus on the points beyond what he could normally do, since he was special.
"Engaging. Where are the Icies?" The Javelin-model beam rifle blasted out towards a cluster of dolls. The brilliant vermillion beam pierced a blue model. A bright flash pushed the surrounding units away. Several ICS models swept in to decimate the shaken dolls.
--We're on your eight. Make sure to mind the purple reticles. You break, you buy.--
The message sprawled over his HUD, which amplified his target area. Explosions flashed around him, the prototype cockpite revealing how interactive it could be. Tom smiled, noting that Commander Satoki had a slight sense of humor. The ICS Coursers swept through another wave, clearing way to the target.
"Colony sighted. I see no lights on." Captain Marquise spoke, his Gundam ahead of Tom's. Before them lay an independant Island-2 colony constructed to mine from several rich asteroids in the belt. Both the ICS and Confederation held stock in the installation, so when the distress call came out, both hunder-squads responded. Tom used the foot pedals to push the suit forward, though the PSYCommu suite was more than capable to executing the action. The simulator he trained on did not use the PSYCommu interface, so he still adjusted to the system.
"Following, Ashe. Any Icies out there willing to back up two Wraiths?"


