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>Kilimanjaro Base staff: Captain Sheen, enemy scout forces to the north have been completely destroyed.
>Emma: Destroyed? There are no response teams that far out...
>Kilimanjaro Base staff: Visualizing now...its the beaked model, ma'am.

Rushing to inspect the visualized footage, Emma winces at the sight of the Jagd Doga ripping the still living pilots out from their Mobile Suits, its hand crushing the life out of them as Ple steps out to embrace the carnage.

>Emma: Mineva...!
>Kilimanjaro Base staff: Captain, you know we have strict orders on not interfering with its-
>Emma: The situation has completely changed! W-we need...there is no way she is acting on her own!

Meanwhile, the Nahel Argama makes landing in the vast Sahara Desert, its trajectory thrown off by the fighting across the planet.

>Asherah: Can you tell me where we are on the Earth?
>Fee: Map is currently reading us at the border of Sudan and Chad.
>Asherah: Well read. Your learning very quickly~.
>Fee: I...your not patronizing me, are you?
>Asherah: No, not at all! Actually, its nice to have someone who is open to learning about the planets geography so openly! Having to memorize all of this can be a little...taxing at times.
>Fee: I'll keep...working on improving, Admiral.
>Asherah: If you have any additional questions, you just feel free to-

Feeling an intense, yet familiar hostility from the desert, Asherah orders for Judau, Elle and Gyunei to ready for combat. As they begin to deploy however, a communication is forcefully made with the bridge of the Nahel Argama.

>Ple: Well~well~well...isn't this a nice surprise?
>Asherah: M-Mineva...!
>Ple: Oh, now that is a name I haven't heard in a while~! Did you come to visit me? Maybe tour this...ugly mudball? I have to say, your tits are just fan~tastic! You let Judau have free access to those, you bitch?
>Asherah: Mineva, I know you have so many reasons to hate me, but you need-
>Ple: "Help?" Hehe...nope~! I really don't~!