To
my Dearest,
I
am contacting you now as I urgently need your help. It has been two years since
this “peace” began between the earth and the space colonies. “Peace”
meaning there’s only one ruling government left. I have been fearing what
would come next for the last long months as I knew there would be someone
wanting to change back to the way it was, or change things “for the better”.
There are a lot of people who don’t like the world being one nation or that
the colonies have been given their own rights as a nation.
Since the invention of Mobile Dolls, one can
muster an army without needing to gather a mass of man power.
My name is Professor Ronniane Suzahara
Fitzgereld. I held the rank of Lieutenant Commander when I was in the Alliance.
For the past Eighteen months I have been working on a project on the ship
Olympus, which was supposed to be the United defence vessel to defend peace for
all mankind against terrorism.
I was too foolish to see that we were the
terrorists.
I must be brief. Our station has been the
base for the assembly of an army of mobile dolls, which I helped to create.
Also on our side was the Delta program. An
invention of mine that I have only used in the most extreme circumstances, and
that I have shared only with you. This is a program so advance that it can break
into any system in minutes and have entire colonies at one’s mercy.
Yesterday I found plans for an invasion of
earth and the colonies, using the dolls and Delta.
I don’t know who runs this organization. I
have been working blind for many months. All I know is that it is called the Arc
Seraph, which is represented by the infinite symbol for the Trinity. Beware of
anyone carrying that symbol, you will know it if you ever see it.
This organization has gone strong. This is
where I cry for help. The Gundams need to be rebuilt for war is close at hand.
When you receive this message the vessel I am aboard will be reduced to a pile
of rubble on the moon. I just hope that my destruction of this evil is enough
for my sin to be forgiven.
I have no right to ask this of you. I know
what you have already been though. But you are the only hope the known world
has.
I have done my best to give you the upper
hand. Please rise to the call again. This is our last chance. Thank you and good
luck.
R.S.F.
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The
Digital message left the ship’s communication system moments before it crashed
into the moon’s service and became nothing more than a broken memory.