As the other pilots busied themselve with thier variouse task, a battered and smoking Wing gundam, floated thru space, amist Barge's wreckage. Every other rebel pilot forgot about the Wing, allowing a mobile suit carrier, containing the new Oz leader Girin, to accelerate upon it. It was defensless, due to the fact that it had been at the center of the Barge explosion, gundanuim plating pulled away, and Drake unconciouse in its cockpit. Tow cables launched out of the carriers cargo bay, latching onto the Wings shoulders, and pulling the damaged gundam into the open cargo bay. After a couple minutes, the Wing was layed out on the cargo bay floor, techs scrambling over its surface, checking out the damage done to the gundam, while Girin stood on a catwalk far above watching.

Girin: Now we will show those rebels.

A psycotic smile plays across Girins face, as tech.'s restrain the Wing. arms and legs locking into place.

( No rebels post that they bust me out, like last time on Barge. The doors that blocked off that corridor were made out of three sheets of pure gundanium.)

i get back to where brad is.

Peter: Mission Accomplished!