>>6262829Under 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... <span class="mu-i">Defector.</span>"
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.
"<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">The Moon. That is their main foothold along with the fortress of Artemis that repels our envoys.</span></span>" 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... <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Take over the Moon as our staging grounds for the invasion of the entire Earth sphere.</span></span>"
And thus, even with objections about the lack of manpower and how direct a push that will be.
Thus began the preparations. <span class="mu-s">For the Grimaldi Front</span>.
