Gundam Fire Still

"Main gun, target enemy cruiser A, ignore those MS, we're up against battleships" another voice sounded at the same time.

"Idiots, stay in formation, we still have a numerical advantage, drive those MS into the cage" the comm channel of the coalition was filled with various shouts.

The Union fleet's box formation could fire a large number of shells at once into the front of the array, enough to produce excellent results as the two fleets continued to close in, if the captains and sub-fleet commanders were united in their opinions.

Meanwhile, on their enemy side, the captains of the zaft calmly watched the battlefield of the MS in front of them, the Nazca and Lausia class equipped with beam cannons that had more power than those of the combined entity, but their numbers were limited, and with the general organization of the PLANT militia, those powerful particle cannons had never been organized to fire a more threatening volley at the combined fleet, more than two dozen of them The sporadic firing from the battleships had caused nothing but some trouble in maintaining the coalition formations, the rest was all left to the gods, no, actually they meant that the main battlefield was left to the MS as the main assault force.

The MS squad comm channel was as lively as ever, each ship was equipped with a red captain, and the various captains tended to know each other, or rather, some sort of competition, the arrogance of the so-called MS pilots made it more logical for them to compete with each other on the number of hits rather than cooperate with each other, but between a squad, it was a different story, cooperating with each other on the staggering 76mm Rapid-fire catapults, which allowed the Union's powerful heavy anti-aircraft missiles to often end their historic mission prematurely, far from their targets, and assaults by MA triplane squads, were often followed by rapid-turning MS squads as the missiles were intercepted, linear shells dodged, and then accelerated out of the way.

However, the situation here was different, this was after all a battlefield where Earth United concentrated a large number of troops, and as the official firefight began, the MS were no longer able to maintain an intact front, but instead were trapped in a sea of MAs all around them, close coordination between squads became difficult, and the joint traditional box air defense array did limit the mobile weaponry to some extent

On the battlefield ZAFT's communications are starting to come in as well

"Captain, where are you?" "Ah. I'm locked on, give me cover fire."

"Damn it, it's full of MAs." "That's just backward weaponry for fragile naturals."

"I'm surrounded. "

"Bang~~"

Such explosions had long since begun to appear on the zaft army's ms comm channel.

In fact, there was no shortage of hot-blooded young men who shouted "for zaft" and assaulted a locked ship against the interception of several Vulcan cannons, although, in many cases, the end came with a fireball rising from the opponent's bridge, the brave MS ceased to exist, and the PLANT had another name to be posthumously decorated.

But if the MSs were just having trouble that they hadn't had in a long time, the combined MAs were stuck in the same weird circle they had been struggling with for so long

The battleships' solid box formations made the MAs' good acceleration relative to the MSs completely impossible, and after one shot at an MS, often the MAs would find themselves about to hit another squad, or some friendly ship, or something else that they shouldn't have hit, and then they would have to slow down, falling to hit numbers in the slow turn; with enemy ships from all directions It may be tiring for the MS to maneuver through the curtain of machine-gun fire, but the MA, who is also in the web of the curtain (ammunition doesn't matter which side you're on) and can only fly in a straight line, feels the pain. After the targeted MS received the lockdown alert, turning back for a casual round of fire would have easily blocked this hard-won firing window, and then it was up to the MA to see if it was lucky enough to find another disengagement route in the pop-up.

But even in the most chaotic of battlefields, there are cool people; a ginn's accurate point blank shot blows a Möbius into cosmic fireworks, next it locks its line of fire on another passing target, a small group of MAs tries to approach from behind it for a sneak attack, but the moment the front MA explodes into flames, the ginn leaps upwards and the shells come out from under it! Slicing through, turning around, the zanpakuto already in hand, an arc slashed off the nose of the MA in the middle, and half the tail of the right wingman, then raised the gun again with ease, a small point-blank shot that reduced the MA, desperately climbing upwards to escape, to useless wreckage; the masked pilot smiled slightly and turned his attention to a ship spewing shells at the zaft fleet of Nelson Level Up.

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Chapter 3 - Survival

Right now, there was a return to darkness once again, but there was somehow the actual feeling of being there, yes, of still existing, and not the feeling of being an out-of-this-world undead, the Union Army, the Atlantic Federation, the Lt./Earth Federation Army Londonderbergs, Carl. Blake, probably, it didn't matter which it was.

Not knowing how long he'd been unconscious, and opening his eyes under the stimulus of intense pain from an unknown source, with some slightly reddened area of vision in front of him, presumably blood splattered on the glass, Carl stopped thinking about who he was and who had last performed the operation, but, at least he'd survived, hadn't he, though, not knowing how much longer he'd live.

Only the front half of the MA's fuselage remained, and after dropping all of its ammunition and fuel canisters, the MA finally escaped martyrdom by turning into cosmic fireworks, only to become a twisted hunk of metal, and, well, with a sandwich. The explosion from the severed fuel canister pushed the wreckage out of the center of the battlefield and out of Ginn's sight.

The captain pulled hard on the handle on his right hand side, uniting the cockpit ejection function that never seemed to be a showpiece (well, due to fuel and ammunition storage and the MA's more fragile armor in the face of a 76mm machine gun, the MA was prone to exploding once hit, so the escape function, rather than being a practical function, was simply meant to show that the Union valued the lives of its soldiers more than the Zazars , And, even if ejected, there was often very little time for search in the face of the adverse early days of the coalition) played its proper role, and as the cockpit ejected, simultaneously activated was a small transmitter that automatically sent out a sos distress signal to most of the coalition and public bands (do you expect to get zaft to save you?).

The rest was up to fate, the captain was well aware that he needed to rest, as well as feel the pain in his body, and until he understood the extent of his injuries, it would be dangerous to move his posture anywhere, and, perhaps a prayer was needed that the tiny drifting object, which was still barely airtight, would not be broken by some other wreckage or by a human with ulterior motives, moving his fingers slightly and making a cross on the driver's seat on the side of his standard suit, then the captain closed his eyes once more.

"Captain Michelle Rogers of the patrol ship USS Pond Goose was in a bad mood. Rogers was in a foul mood, the battle for the World Tree was undoubtedly fierce and dangerous, and yet he, who had been merely captain of a regular freighter before the war, had to command the old, largely unarmed and defenseless, soon-to-be-obsolete, large patrol ship that appeared on this battlefield, even if only on the edge of it.

"Those damn bureaucrats, this is a waste of our lives for nothing!" But, sitting listlessly in the command seat he seemed to have forgotten one thing, as a patrol ship assigned to the World Tree Base, it had been drawn into the fray during zaft's attack, which seemed to be a fairly natural scene, and not the fault of the joint bureaucrats ah.

"Quite the contrary, Captain, we stay in the safest part of the battlefield, think of those who fly warships!" The first officer argued "This is a move to value your life, don't forget our mission is to search for survivors, not to confront the enemy."

"The hell those damn officers are thinking about how to retreat, but they're asking us to come here and search for survivors?" With a sort of scowl, "Does that exist?"

The captain slammed the table in anger, sounding the communications officer as his hand struck the table

"Ahead, own distress signal confirmed!"

The First Officer scowled back at the Captain.

Bam.

The members of the damage control team looked curiously at the piece of scrap metal in front of them as it floated into the lifeboat and crashed heavily on the deck.

"Will anyone survive in here?" The captain who was passing by (actually, it was a spectator, right?) said the question that everyone was dying to ask.

The captain woke up after a shock, and although the first reaction was that the tiny escape pod had been hit, if that had been the case, he should have been bleeding internally due to uneven internal and external pressures from an oxygen leak, or maybe just died, it was obvious that he was still alive now, and his eyes seemed to see a bright light, and the indicator light showing the cockpit seal had turned red, but , but didn't hear the hiss of an air leak, which meant that there was normal atmospheric pressure outside, and the next thing you saw was a face with a Union Army mask, the captain blinked at him, it was the only way to prove he was alive.

Jamie of the damage control squad walked warily towards the scarred escape pod, recalling the operating manuals and protocols from memory, although recognizing that it was a standard lifeboat configured by the Union Army MA, but couldn't stop his mind from imagining some cosmic monster jumping out of it or something, but as a small slit opened, it seemed to show that inside, was a man in a standard suit with some blood stains on it, through the stained With a bloodstained mask, the man seemed to wink at himself? Jamie slipped on his feet, lost his balance, and floated above the lifeboat.

"It was just a wink." The captain, lying in the infirmary, was always wondering why the act of proving he was alive had scared the little fixer, "What a thought."

Luckily, there were no injuries of any importance, which meant that, according to his injuries, he would soon be back in the line of battle again, and it didn't matter who he was anymore, the former Lander Bell pilot who had fought almost all his life, or the young MA squad leader of the Atlantic Federation, was already a man, and the memory of decades of fighting in that starry sky was still firmly burned into his mind, what he had , probably all that was left, and, he was well aware that he had long been accustomed to the battlefield, is difficult to adapt, the daily peace of life, perhaps should be happy, there is still a chance to continue to burn, and also, to continue to try to find that answer.

The main battlefield exchanging light and shadow slowly decreased, the commander's expression on the Union flagship gradually relaxed, the adjuster had excellent performance MS, but still could not break through the fire net made up of the huge number of Union ships.

United First Fleet Flagship Counterattack

"Are those cosmic monkeys finally getting away?" As we watched the Ginn and the zaft ships that were gradually retreating, ready to recover which MS, a certain person on the bridge with the most shoulder bars said this

"Is it possible just to resupply and recover and then prepare for the next attack?" The dutiful Chief of Staff offered his perspective

"Let's see how many times they can rush it, the base we have our backs to anyway, supplies won't be a problem, I'll have to see how long their supplies last."

At the same time, a certain battleship of the zaft army (I'm too lazy to look up the book to find the name.)

A Ginn had just come to a stop in the hangar, and the cockpit was almost ripped open by the people inside it

"Hurry up and resupply ammo and propellant fuel, the nozzle out at right L4 is a little underpowered, fix it as soon as possible," the white-clad captain floated out of the cabin, shrugging off the orders and fuselage of his entire crew, and stirred the wall to float to the nearest communications panel

"Our losses have almost exceeded our expectations under the enemy's sea of men tactics, this is only the first wave of the attack, the entire ship's soldiers are exhausted, the pressure on supplies and readiness is great, propulsion fuel is consumed, and the nozzles are somewhat unaccustomed to such frequent spraying, if this fight continues, neither men nor bodies will last much longer, ......." So said the white captain to the commanding officer.

"These are necessary sacrifices for the future, and, just as fatigued will be our enemies, our secret weapons are ready for the final onslaught."

The video was cut off, and it could only be the last time, the white captain thought, one more impact, and then the MS without ammunition and propulsion fuel would be swamped by the MA group, and these precious ships would be turned into cosmic drifting wreckage under the combined fire, all that could be expected was the "secret weapon" to play its proper role.

Zaft fleet partial rear position, a few ginn carrying several square strange cargo is moving towards the direction of the battle line, without igniting the propulsion, just quietly using inertia, drifting between the ships, until the front of the battle column, the container slowly opened, which revealed a bloated missile warhead-shaped object.

The bedraggled captain rose abruptly and turned his head in a certain direction, something was approaching, something was about to happen, a dark red stasis crossed his brain, an inexplicable discomfort in his brain, but all one could see in the direction he was staring hard at was the white bulkhead.

The Union's flagship sounded the radar man's voice, "Heat source detected ahead, type unknown, but slow, ... wait, heat source gone?"

Zaft's MS and ships were once again in a busy sortie routine, loaded and urgently repaired MS were once again ejected from the mothership, the legendary secret weapon had been fired, and then it was a matter of victory and defeat.

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Chapter 5 - Moonbase

The battle of the World Tree, the first major battle of the war since the beginning of the Bloody Valentine world, came to a complete end as the scarred cruiser Alexandria of the 3rd fleet of the United Space Force slowly sailed into the port of the Moon Base. Morale; and Zaft, or Plant, got what they needed: a glorious victory, which both the Jury and the Zodiac Alliance were very pleased with, and with the success of the neutron jammer experiment, and the entire satellite cluster in an atmosphere of victory in sight, then the demand to point the finger at Earth or the Moon and expand the war was on the Jury's desk.

That said, a large-scale military conflict between the two sides was no longer possible in a short period of time, and both the Union Army, which had been badly wounded, and the Zaft, which had won, but also paid a considerable price, would need a period of rest and recovery; the latter would need much less time as a reward for the winner, and the Union would have to be in a passive situation in the universe for the next period of time. As to who the culprit for this situation is, that is the big question.

"The nukes of those fucking Blue Perestroika bastards killed so many of our brothers that way!" Shortly after the captain opened his eyes, he heard the angry voice of the soldier in the next bed, who seemed to be called Dike's bar, the gunnery chief of a certain Drake class, and though his captain had promptly given the order to abandon ship, not many survived, after all, in the chaos of a debris-strewn battlefield, something like a lifeboat was too fragile.

"Blame the adjusters, I'm beginning to understand why those Perestroika call them monsters in the sky! Those guys in their monster-like robots!" Opposition exists, of course, and I suppose this hatred is justified in the face of defeating one's enemies.

"What do all those intelligence services do for a living? The enemy's MS equipment and jamming devices, and you don't even know anything about it?"

"The chain of command......."