An UCC hospital ship
The man in the bed awoke slowly. His last memories were of choosing self-sacrifice after the aliens had started to assimilate his Mobile Suit to give The Boy a chance to penetrate the mothership. He had survived... somehow. He tried to lift a hand to look at it, but he seemed to be tied to the bed.
'Why?' he wondered. Moving slowly his head, he saw that his hands were still his normal skin tone, so he haven't been assimilated by the aliens.
He was so focused in musing about his situation, that he almost missed the sound of the door opening. Two men entered the room, both clad in an unfamiliar uniform, though the older of the two wore a white coat over it. A doctor, he imagined. The doctor made a quick check-up of him before saying.
"Everything look god. I'll be in the other room, checking his constants. If you need something, colonel..."
"I'll call the orderlies. I know the drill, doctor."
The doctor nodded and left, leaving him alone with the colonel. He had to admit that he cut an impressive figure, tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes. For a moment he thought that he could hear some bombastic music, but it was probably only his imagination.
"I'm Colonel Elzam Von Branstein, of the United Colony Corps." the colonel said.
"Major Graham Acker, Earth Sphere Federation Space Forces." Graham answered, automatically, promptin an slow nod from Elzam, as if Graham's words confirmed something that he had been pondering. But Graham hadn't finished. "What is this 'United Colony Corps'? And what happened with the ELS?"
"Before I answer your questions, I want to tell you how we found you." Elzam said, "We, meaning the pilots under my command and me, were training in a sector of space far from the normal routes when we were blinded by a momentary flash several kilometers from us. When we arrived to investigate, we found a cloud of space debris and a man in a spacesuit in the center of it..."
"Me, I gather." Graham said "But I don't know what that has to do with..."
"Let me finish, please. After we rescued you, we observed a crystalline growth in your spacesuit and in some of the debris..." this words prompted a reaction from Graham, but before he could interrupt Elzam reassured him "Don't worry, we disposed of it. It was too dangerous to keep something that it tended to... absorb whatever got in contact with it..." Elzam said, and then added darkly "No matter what some people thought about being able to control it." He took a deep breath "Anyway, the analysis of the other debris showed alloys and components far in advance of anything that we have managed to do, not to speak that in one of the pieces somebody had stenciled a date, January 17 2314. And before you ask, I don't remember the exact date as we use another calendar, but we are approximately in the mid-XXIIth Century... in what is probably an alternate Earth from your own."
Graham didn't answered, not wanting to believe it. The man sounded sincere, but...
"I see that you don't believe me. It's understandable." Elzam said, "If the reverse was true, I would be probably feeling the same. But we are moving you from the isolation ward to normal lodgings in a few hours and give you access to the non-classified bits of the ship database. You'll see then."
Elzam started to leave, but then he remembered an intelligence report from one of the DC moles inside the Federation forces, the one, in fact that had led him to think about alternate Earths.
"Does the name Gundam means something to you?"
"If this is an alternate Earth, how do you know that name?"
"It seems that you aren't the only person to be thrown in another reality, Major." Elzam said. "An Amuro Ray piloting a Nu Gundam joined the Earth Federation Army yesterday, being apparently from another reality."
'Amuro Ray... A. Ray... like the man who was probably Ribbons genetic source, E.A.Ray... and we never found a trace of his body.' Graham thought
'Of course it all could be a lie, but what could they win with that? Play along and look for the trap.'
"I don't know about that particular Gundam or its pilot, but I'll tell you what I know."
A remote archipelago between the Indian and Pacific Oceans
The situation was not good; two squads of AMs had sprung out on her before even she could get out of the small archipelago. And, of course, they had ordered her to surrender. She smirked, as she changed the flight mode from long flight to her own personalized mode, which performed more than 30% over specs, and answered.
"Sorry, mates. You'll have to kill me, and I assure you, that it's not going to be..."
She nimbly dodged the projectile that one of the Lions behind her had shot, and made a series of quick shots while spinning around, knocking down one and damaging half of the others, while the DC pilots didn't manage to land any hit.
"...that easy. " she finished.
'Not bad.' She thought to herself. Her speed and her favorite color had earned her the nickname of Blue Bolt in the training field, and she had performed well in their fist confrontation with Federation forces, yesterday. But taking down dummies and fighters was one thing; she was going against other AMs now.
Even if she survived, it was going to be a damned miracle if she reached Federation lines now. On its own twisted way, it was liberating, the situation being reduced to how many of those bastards were going down with her. She primed the railguns and started to shoot.