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Under the artificial blue light of navigation maps and lists of various data, lies, in the top of the hierarchy of ZAFT's military leadership, a group of supreme council-members.

"Our allies in the Oceania Federation have granted us safe passage back and forth through the Pacific sea" A general of ZAFT, golden embroidery outlining their white-coated chest. Informs ahead to the council from the other side of the line "But we've been having issues making our numbers match up with our logistics."

A silver-haired woman taps a button ahead into her side of the square table "We understand, but, as a survivor of the gravity front, Getting ships and recruits across the orbit of the earth has proven... Daunting."

The general nods, seemingly lamenting something "About the... Defector."

A man with a ZAFT black-coat speaks as he taps his button "It has been dealt with, without minimizing our combat readiness. Mercenaries paid a finder's fee on his head."

The general nods solemnly before staring around the table "I understand Wattfeld's been working wonders in the african front... But, I am still requiring additional assistance for aiding the south-american front."

That... Was the moment that set the course of ZAFT's military pursuits.

"The Moon. That is their main foothold along with the fortress of Artemis that repels our envoys." The highest authority in the room spoke.

Patrick Zala stared at a projection of the three Moon Bases in the Alliance's control.

"We will ready our troops. Rally those stationed around relay points and... Take over the Moon as our staging grounds for the invasion of the entire Earth sphere."

And thus, even with objections about the lack of manpower and how direct a push that will be.

Thus began the preparations. For the Grimaldi Front.