"Fools still clinging to the old world, ehh?" spoke the man, "Where did you come from? A ship like that.....Only few places could've launched something like that. Guessing the grand voyage has failed."
*Xastur started to move*
"Don't panic...." whispered Shima as Xastur sat up
*Xastur took a look around, they were surrounded*
Hmm....I pass out for a few minutes and we're suddenly deeper in the shit? he thought as he stood up and dusted himself off, he nonchalantly walked around and looked at what was now his crew before he turned to face the Gouf, "What are the demands?"
"Quick and to the point. Lay down your arms, in exchange we can lead you to a place for your wounded. The rest of you will be treated well enough." as he looked over the young man, It's a Zeon based uniform....Hmm, I can feel their fear, not of us, but of their...situation?
"Hmm....Aside from the Zeydra, you're all using Great War suits.....It's surprising they still work after all this time." mused Xastur, he wasn't ready to respond to the demands but he could try a bit of fishing before he decided
"What...do you mean by "Great War"?" he asked, becoming more confused at these people as they were not who he thought they were
"795 years ago there was a great war that lasted only a single year yet devastated not only the planet but space as well." started Xastur before he was cut off
"It's been that long?" as the rest of the suits lowered their weapons
"If we're just gonna talk, you mind coming down and introducing yourself? I take no issue with introducing myself first. I am Xastur Aznable." he spoke, not bothering to go into the details of titles or ranks
"Aznable huh?" the Gouf's cockpit opened and out came an older man, he had black but greying hair and a dark blue uniform with no symbols or affiliations attached, it was however a familiar design, Zeon based, it looked like a type from House Ghiren's old days but dark blue and not black
"I'd be surprised if you haven't heard of my ancestor."
*the man walked over*
"Yeah, I've heard of 'em. Char Aznable, the Red Comet." he said, "Been while since I've heard that name. Name's Packard. Norris Packard, from the looks of everyone's faces I can tell you aren't here by choice are you?"
"Hell no. Going planet side has been forbidden, but it was either certain death staying in space or maybe certain death and crashing here. I took a chance, I don't regret it."
"You have no idea what's going on here?" he asked
"I didn't even know there were people alive down here. It's been assumed that things were still settling after what happened to end the war. We couldn't launch any satellites because for whatever reason some wave of interference would hit and they'd go crashing down or explode. Started getting expensive and others things were happening back then." said Xastur, he wasn't exactly the history buff so aside from major events he'd just be pissing in the wind at what happened
"Ergh..." he groaned, "You aren't involved, we have no reason to see you as hostiles. Yet. I can offer your injured aid, it is a wish of the lady I serve."
"Good to know." Xastur stuck his hand out and Norris shook it, signaling that for the moment they sure weren't enemies but they weren't friends either