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>Yuri Hassler: Supreme Commander Cello?
>Pampa: Show proper respect! It is-
>Mashymre: Titles matter little now. Admiral Hassler, have the AEUG and Federation brought their entire fleet?
>Yuri Hassler: They have. Our forces are outnumbered nearly four-to-one. We have not heard a response back yet, but our allies on Mars may be willing to accept the refugees from Axis. Be it miner, non-combatant...they may find a place for them. Do I have you authorization to allow for their evacuation?
>Mashymre:...Your an honorable man, Admiral. Do you believe we are lost?
>Yuri Hassler: I wish I could share you optimism for our victory. Given you came back from death though, perhaps you are the man I should be listening to on our chances.
>Mashymre: Ensure as many of them live to find a more peaceful life elsewhere. As for us, we have a duty to fulfill.

Readying into battle with his Bawoo, Mashymre deflects an attempted attack on him as multiple funnels begin to swarm his Mobile Suit.

>Pampa: Sir Mashymre!
>Ple 2: You traitor!! You murdered my father, and yet they are accepting you as his successor?! I refuse to accept it!! Death is the only thing you deserve now after-
>Mashymre: I have a request to make of you, Princess. I ask that you allow me to lead until our innocent have evacuated from Axis or we have secured total victory. If you will do me that honor, I will accept a duel with you on your terms.
>Ple 2: A duel? Why are you still treating this like some sort of game?!
>Mashymre: You have pride for coming onto this battlefield yourself, much like that little girl they have asked to lead the AEUG against us. Lord Dozle understood the weight of an honorable duel...I ask that you respect it as well.

Feeling the phantom that had once consumed her father being tamed within Mashymre, Ple 2 moves her funnels away from him.

>Ple 2:...Once we have won, I will execute you myself.
>Mashymre: You do me to much honor, Princess.