Gundam Fire Still

"That dream, is it still there?"

"How could you leave? The spirits of the battlefield will not just let us go, won't they, even if we drink too much, every night, or will appear, and then, with a cold sweat, open their eyes, see, is the familiar ceiling, in order to put down the heart, remember once, is back to Earth with Misha bar, that night, I woke up from a dream, almost out of the window to jump out, ... " he lifted his glass and let the burning liquid run down his throat, "You, too, aren't far behind, Carl, so have one too."

The man known as Carl sighed, reached out, took hold of the bottle and poured it full into the empty glass in front of him, waved his hand at the smile his interlocutor showed him

Pouring the liquid from the cup, the floor slowly crawled with golden liquid

"You know, it's for them, and they, too, will understand me, won't they, Frank."

"Well, you're as cunning as ever, but just as well, I'd forgotten that you've long been the captain's, too."

"You always seem to forget that, though, Miller will always be my captain, there's no doubt about that, I'm just walking behind him."

"Yo, Federal Quick Reaction Force, captain under Brad, captain he, would be proud," Frank's face had turned red and he slapped his hand on the table heavily, "If it wasn't for that incident, you might have gone farther."

"That incident, I'm sure, they don't blame me, the only one who can blame me is probably her..."

"Don't keep thinking about that, really, it won't do you any good," and Frank fell down on the table

"I know, though, huh" Carl looked at his friend lying on his stomach in front of him and couldn't help but smile a bit

"You know, I've been getting pretty good hunches lately," the man's mouth was slowly moving "You, too, are about to get a break, and the captain and the guys, the squad, have been waiting a long time for you"

"You know, I feel like, I can't escape it anymore, in the Western Era, or maybe before, it seems like there's some legend over there in Northern Europe about someone who collects the souls of warriors so that even if they die, they'll always be fighting on the battlefield,"

"People whose fates are tied to the battlefield, it's not like you to believe in the gods and demons that Lee says..." The man who was lying on the table continued to mumble and whisper

"People, they always change."

"But, some things, they don't change, was it Ralph said, wasn't it," and that seemed to be the last of it, and the man's mouth stopped moving, as if he'd finally gone into a dream.

Karl got up and looked at his friend, who was lying on the table, and, though he drank nothing, placed a few federal dollars on the table, "Consider it my compensation for delaying your business," whispering, "You will, I hope, have a restful sleep tonight, ah,"

Gently closing the shop door, the dark-haired man slowly disappeared into the busy streets of the colonial satellite

Dreams of eternal night, slowly fading, open eyes, the grain of hardwood, and the blurred not yet fully empty bottle in front of me that wasn't in proper focus, and what seemed to be the smell of alcohol in the nose, here? Frank's brain instantly short-circuited, the bottle of wine underneath, the pressure of those green and yellow paper, is that guy left it, obviously did not drink anything ah, obviously, next time I'm afraid it will not come back, why, but also at such a time, let yourself owe him a favor, that bastard, always like this.

Standing up in a trance, the fan overhead still turning slowly, suddenly aware of the body, no sweaty feeling, no dream of this night, the flickering red one-eye.

Looking out at the starry sky from the CIC's electronic screen doesn't make one the slightest bit romantic, and the charts and data around the screen always give the impression that somewhere behind this starry sky lies danger, and that at some second a red light might be flashing.

The girl in front of the radar screen turned back, and what she saw, was an expression in her own captain's eyes, never seen before, the eyes that usually seemed to pierce the screen in front of her, seemed to soften a bit this time, even, if she wasn't blinking herself, the corner of his eyes, seemed to be a hint of wetness, couldn't see that he was staring at the corner of the screen's star chart, just, it seemed like he hadn't moved for a long time.

"Farewell," in his heart so bidding farewell to his former comrade, Karl knew that he was, I'm afraid, not relieved, because he, himself, still owed himself an answer, and that answer, perhaps, could never be found.

He had a feeling he'd be fighting again, for a long time.

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Chapter 0 - The Last Fight of My Life

UC.0096 Near Reef Aegis

The stars, as dark as ever, smelled of the familiar universe, the instrument panel beeped softly, and the numbers on the flat display kept pulsing, indicating the distance and position of the two wingmen.

All clear,?

It seemed like a simple mission, intercepting an unidentified cargo ship for a clinical inspection, and the squad had been waiting a long time for that; but it wasn't a mundane mission, mixed in with the countless mission reports and orders, a certain letter of order that wasn't issued to the unit, but was indeed clearly on the desk of the 3rd Group Orbital Maneuver Squad of Londebell, with the apparently irresistible seal of the issuing unit, but so simple that it was just a mere clinical inspection of a cargo ship at a certain time.

"This isn't normal, it's very abnormal!"

Karl. Black, as a veteran of the Cosmic Army since '79, is well aware that the mission is full of weirdness, that while it's true that that route is the route to Industry Seven, it's an unwritten convention of general cargo companies not to take such a route close to the Reef Aegis, it doesn't save fuel, and the drifting reefs, higher concentrations of meth particles, are all enough of a hazard to navigational safety, and that just the A few years ago, when the Gene remnants were still considered prosperous, such a suitable hiding place might have sprung up with a few *eye* giants that the Federals didn't even have the energy to search for, and even a 79 year old model wasn't a threat that a freighter could escape. No merchant would take such a risk in choosing this voyage, unless...

"We all know it's not normal, but if it's an order, we have to go through with it", the captain shrugged his shoulders as he put the ship into a critical combat posture, indicating that there was nothing he could do about it.

The Krapp class, as a new ship of the Federation, had a 4 machine MS carrying capacity, and with the remnant party in the universe slowly decreasing after the Second New Gene War, it was supposed to have enough self-preservation ability even if it was a single ship mission. However, the Reef Aegis had always been a hiding place for remnants, and over the years, every New Gene War had seen tricky remnants emerge from it, and every time the war ended, there were new remnants hiding in it, so no one knew what would be in there, and it was never a safe option to wait for the rabbits in this area.

After the entire ship's officers and men had been crouching restlessly for some time, the image of the ship appeared on the radar as promised, sailing along the edge of the Reef Aegis at high speed, indeed the image of an old freighter was not false, the registration number was also complete, the only abnormal thing was the heat pattern of the engine, it seemed, not quite the same as a normal freighter.

"Normally, for this kind of mission, just issue the order to stop the ship, but," the captain looked at the freighter as expected, and seemed to be hesitant, after all, such a bizarre location and the issuance of the mission seemed to indicate that it wouldn't be that simple.

"Understood, so I'll get the MS ready to go on board, I'll strike myself, take the S component and keep an eye on the reef on radar," Carl knew exactly what he needed to do.

The CRT panel in the cockpit lit up, the airframe self-test normal, then lit up the all-sky screen, projecting the busy scene of the hangar, to confirm the excuse of additional armed, then step on the pedal, the huge green fuselage slowly walked up to the ejection rack, gently leaning his head on the back, before attacking need to be calm, suddenly the headset came out "the other freighter accelerate! " "What?" Karl was shocked, it seemed to be the highest speed for that type of freighter, and there was nothing wrong with high speed on the edge of the unsafe Reef Aegis, but he actually accelerated and told himself that he was in trouble "Is the jet mount working? Come on, who's on standby? T006, T003? Good, get on the jet seat, there's no time."

The jet mount ejected urgently from the mothership's passageway, then the activated thrusters brought out a light tail and surged forward at high speed.

On the Minovsky particle sensor, the numbers that kept jumping green, suddenly turned red, giving a low alarm, and the bridge communicated, "Opposing vessel, beginning to disperse MiG particles! "'What?'" The Rice Particle was supposed to interfere with communications, limit long-range weaponry, and provide suitable conditions for MS to engage in melee, so the other side unleashed the particle, which meant... Carl felt bad, the situation was weirder than any he'd fought in decades.

"Start shelling, no need to send out a stop ship announcement, get out of the jet seat, quick, and get ready for MS combat!" I didn't think that a cargo ship that will spread Minovsky particles, obviously camouflaged attack ship no doubt, then, the worst case, probably can carry three MS, and he is carrying anti-ship equipment, then. The two of them are the same, but they're not the same, so they're not the same. The red mega particle beam cut through the void, that was the battleship's shelling, missed, the other party's speed has been mentioned to the level of the destroyer, and is still increasing, the combat concentration of Minovsky particles gave Karl a very bad feeling, this time, really trouble.

The distance from the enemy ship was slowly decreasing, and at a certain moment, suddenly feeling a pinprick of hostility in the void, Karl shuddered and looked away to the direction of the wingman's advance, protruding a few tiny shafts of light, mixed with a radiation of Jegon's beam rifle, followed by a distant explosion of fire, and on the sensors, the red symbol of the friendly aircraft LOST.

It was only seconds ago.

The floating cannon, or sensor cannon, when Jack felt the kill, he knew it was over, so close that he could feel it, and what awaited next was the fate of being run through. The funnel-shaped killer, though tiny enough that the radar couldn't lock on, sprayed a beam of particles large enough to penetrate the MS armor, emergency sideways spraying for evasion, couldn't avoid it, splashing particles sprinkled down, multiple parts of the body structure began to alarm and defend, the shield's anti-beam coating blocked one of the shots, but the beam coming from another angle ran through the hand holding the shield, the nozzle went out of force, turning the gun in a possible direction, inspiring the The beam rifle, firing a shaft of light that merely illuminated some flickering shadow, was hit the next second as well, followed by the backpack, which ignited its fuel, and then the entire airframe was reduced to a ball of fire. The third machine fired its Vulcan cannon in vain, a weapon known for its fire density in the last century was quite impotent against the floating cannon, shell casings floating in the void, along with the cooling wreckage, not even the shadow of the enemy was confirmed, and the two Jegon machines were shot down.

Originally 3 to 1 advantage was easily eliminated by the sensor weapons, Karl somewhat regretted why he had to bring anti-ship equipment, facing a special machine piloted by NT or reinforced people, rocket launchers and anti-ship missiles are not faster than a turtle, the brain can already feel locked by their own killing gas, additional equipment Stark's sensors also began a sharp alarm, the screen constantly popped up funnelbit was captured by the message of the object sensor.

"Nice sensor, but that's the only good thing about it, even if it's locked, you can't hit it with those missiles" regardless of those floating gun units, pressing the thruster pedal to the max, biting against the G-force impact, a few light green shafts of light had slid through the orientation where the fuselage was a second before, confirming the only one of the numerous locking boxes An unidentified object that is not a floating cannon, i.e. the main body, tentatively fires a rocket, and the warhead bursts, spilling out thousands of high-speed moving iron balls that scatter in a fan-shaped area in front of it, but there is nothing in it, "Did you dodge it?" unexpectedly says to itself, the distance is increasing, and although it is trying to adjust the nozzle, the fuselage is already Leaving scars that had been grazed by particle beams, the other body came into visual range, and the CG correction screen showed a rather large four wings, the same green paint job, in size inconsistent maneuverability, and a hint of, familiarity.

The first time the New Gene chaos, a certain figure from the first New Gene chaos crossed the mind, green, sensor cannons, wings, broke through the mobile dock of Anaheim, and the Gundam squad fighting the MS, "seems to be only Just two extra wings..." but so what, shake your head and wave away the weird feeling in your head. Missiles unlocked, deflecting at a wide angle as they fired, skillfully tapping out operational commands, followed by additional equipment disengagement, approaching battle mode.

The learning computer ran the program methodically, but the hand that held the operating handle was already oozing sweat, none of the missiles hit, the other rolled and evaded, almost perfectly, catching the gap between the shotgun and high explosive rounds to intervene, the distance was closing, feeling the shock of additional equipment disengagement, the green blades of light popping out then staggering, the head seemed to ache, for no reason, since the Axis impact The occasional difference that would be felt, but it didn't matter anymore, several pirouettes and decapitations were taken with ease, the mass and momentum of the opponent was not something this Jegon could fight against. It was already a dead end, but there was still a gamble to be made .

After the lightsabers exchanged blows, they suddenly put the pedal to the floor, thrusting, pushing the beam saber's outpouring to its maximum, and though the hilt would soon melt, it would be enough to separate the winner before then, the suddenly lengthening lightsaber, as if it could touch the opponent's breastplate, as if it could feel the slightest hint of tension, the four fins flipped over, full force counter-jetting, the body hit by the hot fuel, the tip of the light blade, so close to its target and so far away, the opponent's clean slash across the face, the winner was already split.

It was often said that when you die, everything becomes clearer, or at least Carl didn't think so, and as the screen flashed orange and then melted away, he saw a vague familiar face, and couldn't help but stop the last half of his curse, not having the courage to believe in that possibility, but maybe it was the only right answer as well.

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Chapter 1 - One War, and Another

UC0096

An MS unit belonging to the Rondebel Mobile Force engages the remnants of the "Black Armband" Jean and three MS are shot down.

CE70 world tree domain

Beams of light and lines of fire from solid bullets tugged erratically through space, and though there was no sound in space to hear the explosions of ammunition or the howls of dying, all these flashes of light meant that this was a battlefield. No different than any other battlefield that placed its location in space, strangling for life.

The United Terrestrial Armada, which relies on the World Tree Space Station behind it for defense, is struggling against the enemy ZAFT's MS-based assault force.

Three jets of light streaked through space, but they were followed by a line of fire made up of 76mm rounds, the flying projectiles gradually closing in on the target moving forward at high speed, a jet of light was captured by the trajectory, then a cloud of fire burst through space, but then the source of the line of fire, an MS with a machine gun, was pulled into the exploding cloud by a group of missiles coming from the rear.

The green sublight particle beam melted the wreckage of an MA in its path and was then sucked in by its target, the bow of a Drake class ship was melted out in a trail of orange and yellow, then the liquid fuel stored in it from the large number of heavy anti-aircraft rounds that had not been fired was detonated in the heat, its hull slammed backwards and then the bow was thrown out hard, like it had been bitten off by some kind of monster. Like that, the break that revealed the densely packed piping flowed some sort of liquid, floating in the cosmos like smoke, the middle of the hull lost control, and the few still functioning adjustment jets struggled to push the ship towards the rear lines, but the next ginn that flew over the side of the ship fired a random 76mm armor-piercing round that officially turned the ship into a cosmic wreck; but that one took down a battleship crash! The pilot saw a lone smoking MA pass by his side without seeing himself, and the nozzles on his back immediately went to work, with a nimble turn, the pride of the adjuster was on full display, and the MA, already wounded, was safely holstered. Aiming for the aperture, but before pulling the trigger, there was a vibrating sound behind him, "Isn't there no sound in the universe? If anything, that is." Time to think was running out as a linear shell from the rear slammed into the MS's back, the overload caused by the direct hit and subsequent detonation of the backpack slamming the pilot's head forward, but the flames had already engulfed the human body before the airbag popped open and the whole piece of metal with organic material in it exploded into a cosmic firework.

"Shoot those damn MS down," a voice roared.