Gundam Fire Still

The ships hovering in the upper atmosphere, slowly opening the lower hatch, the conical airdrop bay drawing long red lines through the atmosphere like a meteor, the friction of the air burning the floor, the heat sinks working, but the hermetic chamber still gets a higher temperature, inside the black barrier, all communication is interrupted, the MS pilot, probably checking his airframe one last time, or praying. Looking at the darkness reflected in the camera screen, and the flickering MS status box, thinking once more about why you are here, about what happened during the days and nights at the training camp, about the faces you still remember from the satellite where Junius 7 has become a wreck, about your compatriots who died in previous battles, and also, this time, about the names of those who were in the same airborne bay, unknown A few of them could leave this earth that was not theirs alive, and wonder if they could still bring their news, to the families of the dead, gently reading the seconds, watching the time and altitude jump on the screen, and then at some point, issuing a command, the red one eye lit up in the darkness, the airborne pod unfurled like a petal, the screen mapped out, the blue sky of the real earth, perhaps. It's the same color that I've seen many times in my dreams, jumping gently away from the airborne pod and leaping into the atmosphere of this blue planet, but it's supposed to be unsettling, this sky.

The 105mm anti-aircraft shells exploded one black flower after another, scattering countless shotgun shells into the air in explosive fashion, the small caliber anti-aircraft guns pulling orange and yellow slightly curved trails as they swept through the air like whips, shooting from the sky to the ground were ginn's 76mm shells, making a scar on the ground, the scar often ending in a burning black wreckage; the tank's artillery shot a column of smoke and craters in the ground, ginn fired missiles from its legs, the jet smoke showed white trails in the air, then stirred up a cloud of earthy dust mixed with fire at the target's location, and the sounds of assault rifles and light and heavy machine guns alternated, as they had on the battlefield long ago, but these battlefield reverberations paled into insignificance against the sound of MS's fire. From time to time, rockets flew at the MS Scarlet's one eye, but were often dodged and then returned with a shower of Vulcan cannon fire, the ground, often even intact bodies were hard to leave behind, the meat grinder of the battlefield, although it seemed to reduce the amount of flesh and blood visible, but, as always in war, the number of lives given, continued unabated.

For the Union Army

Fortunately, very fortunately, although the Union was trapped at the base and did not, and could not do anything to hinder it, and although its own home planet was unhindered by enemy drop operations, the worst did not happen, and it was only MS and soldiers that were dropped, not the worst of anything.

The Union, dramatically, did not lose, and while Zaft's menacing arrival from orbit cost the Union dearly, and while the Union's exchange ratio remained abysmal, the home field advantage of the home planet, combined with the stubborn resistance of the Victoria Cosport garrison, Zaft's plan to open an Earth front was met with an unanticipated defeat.

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Chapter 7 - Before Returning to the Front

"Thanks to the valiant efforts of the Victoria Cosport garrison, we have thwarted the enemy's plan to solve the Plant food crisis, and even more so, we have crushed their plot to invade Earth..." The screen played a nonsensical news broadcast, reaching out to tap the button at the bottom of the screen on the wall of the dormitory, Karl sighed at the fading blackness of the screen, this kind of stuff only fools the people on Earth who talk about war as an after-dinner conversation, this was definitely not a decisive victory, the enemy would not starve to death because of this defeat, the combined forces had not recovered from the blows they had taken in the universe, against the enemy's new weapons. And there was no particular way to deal with it. The war was intensifying, a fact visible to most of the universe, and with the exception of the neutral island nation that still seemed to be drunk on the wine of peace, the entire planet, and perhaps the entire PLANT, had begun, for the sake of that thing called war, to operate at full power. Returning to his quarters after lying in the hospital for nearly two weeks, Karl was well aware that his light leisure would soon be over.

The entire moon base had been operating at full power for a long time, and people like himself who had returned from the battlefield and would soon be able to step into the battlefield again would be an important part of the fleet that was recovering, and the reorganization of the almost lost establishment would be a difficult process, and with the efficient recruitment efficiency of the Union and Federation and the full opening of military strength, ships and MAs would continue to flow off the production line and be hit The upper universe, along with it, is a team of recruits with basic training, with the fear of the battlefield or hatred of the enemy, or simply forced to take up arms, that is, those so-called rookies, in the eyes of some veterans of the war, is just a bunch of children who have not grown up, "what do they know? A spacesuit? Or lying down?" Some veterans say this, but are forced to accept this fact. The number of veterans remaining in a unit, then, would determine the effectiveness of these new combat units.

"3rd Fleet, 7th Frigate Squadron assigned to the Naval Air Service, 348th Squadron, Capt. Carl. Black, Captain, shall report to his unit on March 10," reads the notice received. The captain, who had three individual crashes and had taken down more than five enemy aircraft with his entire squadron, was not an ace yet, but his piloting skills and command abilities were quite impressive.

Unfortunately, the squad was down to just this one person, and the captain with the rank of captain had to start from scratch, and it would be a challenge to be appointed as the commander of the MA squadron with his excellent squad command skills (normally, a captain with a squadron is a bit underclassed, but the Combined Forces are currently short on people so...), and the squadron codename, still being the Manhunter.

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Intelligence Integration Headquarters (I.I.H.)

Dan quickly browsed through the data on hand, the research on the amount of neutron interference, although it had smashed a few communication screens in some departments, but it could still bring some good to their work, the data and information obtained on the ground about MS was quickly sent to his staff, but it was far from enough, it was the consensus of those researchers, the data of MS maneuvering on the ground and in the universe is different, although with the Data on the weapons and parts of the armor the MS was equipped with, but there was no more complete wreckage, and some of their suspicions were correct, the MS was not heavily armored, which made it easy for them to catch fire or even explode when they were hit in the torso, so they were never able to get complete wreckage. While some of the technical officers were planning to go down to the surface to study the wreckage, or hopefully have samples sent up into space, the proposal to accompany the ship for observation was still being made, and the top, it seems, allowed them to do so. Probably hoping to get more information as soon as possible.

"For the sake of correct information, don't worry too much about their safety, because the information itself, saves more people" is a phrase that has supposedly been mentioned in this line for a long time, but Dan doesn't like it, and what tends to circulate are the success stories, where the damage caused by a failed operation is just as considerable but rarely mentioned, because death Those operating in secret are often unknown. "That's probably the advantage of the adversary being difficult to penetrate, adjusters on satellites alone outside the planet, difficult to penetrate, no moles, but it means there won't be those unspoken losses, compared to following the fleet, whether they come back alive or their ships are sunk, they'll at least have something to answer for, especially for those who engage in technology "The thin pages of paper in his hand were the information on the fleet that had recently been regrouped and was about to depart on a combat patrol, although they might not have encountered the enemy, and if they did, they might not have gone to war, but the top brass seemed very hopeful.

There was a knock on the door, and the person who stepped in seemed to be one of his technical officers, what rudeness, Dan thought as he knocked on the table, that's how the technical guys were, he recognized him as the second lieutenant, Fred. Young, the kid who suggested that MS's armor might be bad, seemed to have a pretty good head on his shoulders.

"What can I do for you?"

"The reason for submitting the request to accompany the ship for observation is that it is more appropriate to study the MS's performance in an actual combat situation."

"Is this another one of those things, can't you just be patient and study some data and images and have to go see it for yourselves?" Dan held his forehead, "You guys are obviously in technology, do you have to go to war?"

"Analysis and study of the joint future development of manoeuvre weapons can only be carried out under actual combat conditions."

"Well," Dan shook the papers in his hands, "you can go on these ships, pick one."

What's listed on this document, almost all of it is made up of the remnants of the World Tree War, the older of the gradual restoration of the establishment of the 2nd and 3rd Fleet, and in order to get back to fighting as soon as possible, even if only rarely, these new teams are equipped with a large number of more experienced veterans, maybe that's why they're allowed to be paired with technical officers, it's not easy to just let them hang out and add to the mess.

Fred. It seemed to Fred Young that his boss was in a good mood today, and did not show the degree of contempt he had for the technical officers, who had long been at loggerheads with the "grey rats" from the intelligence services, as if they were always trying to steal something from the pockets of the professionals, after his colleagues analyzed the neutron jamming and the "grey rats" from the intelligence services. After that, it was slightly better, because, neither side actually had anything to gain, and there was no way to attack each other or anything. In any case, this time, the luck is good, today the rat head did not make things difficult for himself, very smoothly got this in his hand, to the 3rd fleet, Drake class reformation, Cossack frigate report notice, this is a good omen, this time, if you can come back alive, will definitely be something, as for death? Not that it was anything to worry about, anyway, in cosmic warfare, "boom" and all was lost. He went back to his quarters and talked to a few other fellow crewmembers who were planning to come aboard, and immediately began to study, the information on this improved version of the Drake class.

Karl looked at his crew list and wondered if he should consider it fortunate or unfortunate that this team, while not a boot camp that required a lot of training, was somehow more complex in the mindset of the veterans than the new recruits. The veterans who survived the Battle of the World Tree, and the veterans who did not participate in the main battle, veterans from the combat patrol fleet, and veterans stationed at the moon base, their thoughts and psychological states were different, the two new recruits who supplemented the team had good boot camp results, the captain was, after all, a veteran who had experienced long battles, he knew very well that blind anger or confidence was just as harmful as unprovoked fear of the enemy, the new recruits It can be led by itself, but not by the veterans of the other two squads, and whether it's playing individual heroics on their own skill or being too conservative because of the residual palpitations in their hearts, it's not good, and for squad coordination, it's even more of a disaster; in a way, spotting an enemy shadow and some in the squad being unmotivated and attacking passively, while others are full of fighting spirit and raiding, often brings the result of Sending enemy crash counts for nothing while losing an entire team.

Generally speaking, whether it's impulse or fear, these battlefield problems can only be solved with time or luck, slowly healing their wounds and letting the enemy wear down their pride. Those who leave the army after a defeat are often haunted by nightmares every night, while those who remain on the battlefield, a victory may turn their fears around and use an experience between life and death to give them the ability to fight calmly in a variety of situations, but these opportunities are unattainable, and soldiers who are able to surpass their past on the battlefield will soon be on the path to elite soldiers, but elite soldiers There will always be fewer, more often than not, already on the battlefield, finding final relief by way of death.

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P.S. Exam season is here, so timing will be an issue!

Plus, the characters are coming out next, which is again a bit of a challenge, so....

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Chapter 8 Before Returning to the Front (2)

I don't know if it was due to the principle of expecting the enemy to be strict, or if it was due to a guilty conscience in the upper echelons, but it was probably good news that all the ships of the 7th Frigate Detachment were drawn into the 5th Temporary Task Force Detachment, while its mission was inherited along with it, meaning that more ships were asked to complete their previous missions. However, it came with a lot of baggage for some people.

Before taking to the battlefield, Fred. Young found himself suddenly with a lot more to do, and not the kind he was very willing to do, such as now, staying in the dock and doing nothing as he watched the huge hull of the ship before him and the people floating around conducting operations. On the one hand he wasn't needed here, but on the other hand it would be a bit unreasonable not to have a technical officer present - this was an experimental modification after all. It was an easy and boring job for him to do, and installing CIWS on a Marseille III-class transport, with some defensive weapons that were better than nothing for the stupid goose, was not a difficult task. Ships will join the fleet he will be joining - gotta be responsible for his own fleet, right? Though only a technical officer from. This transport ship, originally designed to carry MA and other cargo, was very lacking in self-preservation, as it wasn't originally designed to go to the battle lines either, and even when it did enter the fleet, it was generally at the very back of the fleet. However, the Combined Forces, shocked by the MS's breakout power, quickly agreed to a proposal to add defenses to it, and it had enough room to mount a few guns and corresponding ammunition bays and delivery mechanisms, plus the fire control system wouldn't be positionally strained, though, to many, it made no sense. For that matter, the MS that wasn't shot down by the fleet in front of it wouldn't be shot down by the transports either, and anything that could be shot down by a few of its close guns would have been shot down by the fleet in front of it long ago, and of course it could be argued that it could more or less cause trouble for the enemy, but it didn't seem like a good idea to Young himself, and perhaps something similar done by the side docks would make more sense.

Unlike the technical officer Young, Alexei . Lieutenant Commander Beckman was concentrating in his dockside observation room on the flickering welts of what had once been his ship. While this was part of the experimental modifications in the technical department, it was also a process of growth for the ship that had once been his, a process that he saw as one that could become more adaptable to battlefield conditions and combat missions - if all went well, when a notice was issued from above that experimental modifications were needed to some of the ships, he actively chose to up this ship, the one he knew best. The technical officer in charge in the dockyard looked a little overwhelmed when he saw him come in with the Lieutenant Commander's epaulets on, and he just came here every day and watched those little changes in the ship.

He knew that the Lieutenant Commander's epaulettes had been traded for the lives of many men on this ship, the boys, all good men, quick, obedient, and creative, the gunnery chief and his men had always shot accurately and distributed their projectiles in a coordinated manner, but the projectiles were still sparse against the flashing one-eyed MS swooping in, lacking radar guidance when they were of a certain few, manually operated missile launchers the old-fashioned way, and put an enemy ship out of commission, but what? Still lost, the helmsman Neumann reacted, quite correctly, perhaps too correctly, when facing the MS who was slicing at him with his knife up, no roll, yes, as fast as the operator reacted, the ship itself still rotated slowly, dodging was basically impossible, so he hit the top rudder, and the MS who had been aiming for the bridge, all of a sudden rushed to the back of the bow deck in front of the bridge, planted on it, probably in the legs Damaged it, nothing moved, but the chopper blade was stuck under the bridge, then what? Something exploded, presumably part of an ammunition dump, or a chain of rounds feeding the former main gun? Anyway, never saw that MS again after that, but never saw many of the lads on board again either, then? By the time they themselves returned to base with this ship whose bow was blown into a flower, they had medals and promotions, but what did they have? The chief gunner was lying in the hospital, as was Neumann, and the head of the damage control squad had always been proud of his repair skills, but what? One explosion, and he couldn't fix himself, and, well, the weapons bay, and.... All were just empty tombstones too, I guess. It was commonplace on the battlefield, wasn't it? Many of the men capable of being generals had died as soldiers, and through no fault of their own, but it was his own responsibility as captain that had to be taken, no, it was no longer just the captain, with the rise in rank came the responsibility of the detachment commander, what a responsibility. The ship seemed to be making good progress and would soon be sailing again, though it was a little sad that the captain was no longer himself, but he trusted that his original first officer would take good command, Thompson was a very reliable man, and the ship could be entrusted to him in his absence.

The flagship of the task force was a brand new Nelson class, a Norfolk one that had just hit orbit from Earth with a complement of operators and pilots, and a brand new MA's.

It looked beautiful, that was Carl's first impression, the long, slender hull of the Nelson class and the forest of turrets and antennas on it looked intimidating, but he also knew that just in the previous battle, there hadn't been many Nelson classes that had snapped in half down the middle under enemy attack due to an oversized keel, though from his perspective, that was also the MA pilot's responsibility, so he was now tasked with tuning the Those MAs - and their pilots. The 348th Naval Aviation Squadron, assigned to the ship, consisted of three squadrons, each with a squad leader and three general pilots, with the first squadron leader, Karl himself, as squadron leader, and another squadron in the fleet, which would be assigned to the Marseille III-class converted air carrier Maas.

5th Provisional Task Force Formation

Nelson class cruiser Norfolk (flagship) Captain: Lieutenant Commander Alexei Beckman. Lieutenant-Commander Alexey Beckman (also Detachment Commander).

130m class frigate HMS Cossack Eskimo

130m class frigate Firefly USS Scorpion.

Marseille III class air carrier Maas

Naval Aviation 348 Squadron (assigned to the Norfolk)

229 Squadron, Naval Air Force (assigned to the Mas)

P.S. Most of the ship names are naval directories turned up, which means there is a history of the name existing, except for the air carrier, which is lazy and poor because it was added later.

P.S.2. seems to have holes in the setting that need to be filled.

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Chapter 8 Before Returning to the Front (3)

Two lines of fire from two 30mm machine guns crisscrossed, but neither caught their target, the source of the line of fire, two jointly painted Moebius swept above and below the plane the line of fire was constructed on. The two planes staggered through empty space for several rounds, but not a single round of ammunition had hit its target yet, both sides had the same momentum and turning radius, this dogfight of chasing each other around in circles was a cliché of air combat in the atmosphere, but not in space, here there was no gravity or air resistance, and steering consumed a limited amount of propulsion fuel, which meant that such a chase couldn't go on for too long, or. The side that could use the fuel better would win by a slim margin. But such a war of attrition was not what either side expected, and the captain tried to anticipate the other side's position, which should be near the bottom of his own 9 o'clock, and perhaps he could get out of this infinite loop first, tapping the keyboard with one hand to make certain extra settings on the missile's guiding head, and keeping a firm grip on the joystick with the other to keep himself from being bitten, though there was no target in the aiming ring, and this frame The MA didn't have the ability to fire back or sideways either, but when the missile's indicator light on the flat display corner turned green, stepped on the throttle and the side nozzle activated, the G-force immediately pressed him hard to the right, his finger pressed the firing button, and two air-to-air missiles flew out of the hanger.

Watching his opponent make a sharp turn, its trajectory would seem to pass directly in front of him, the pilot of the other MA immediately switched his armament to a linear gun, capacitor normal, ready to fire, just wait until the moment his opponent hit the gun, the firing window was small, but he felt he could catch it. Suddenly, a lockdown alarm went off in the cockpit, and the screen showed that it was the guide head of the MA's standard air missile, coming from the rear, but what was going on? You weren't locked in by that MA's fire control radar, the other side was the equivalent of a blind missile launch, so how did the missile catch you? He found he had to make a choice instead of pondering the cause, fire the linear cannon as the enemy plane passed in front of him, or make evasive action to avoid the bizarre missile, "can't lose" he thought, and chose the former.

The first shot of the high-speed long-rod armor-piercing round passed in front of the nose of the plane, and the second shot pierced the tail of the plane, it was quite dangerous, maybe a few seconds later it would be martyred by igniting something, but luckily, with the explosion displayed on the side, the icon "Exercise complete" appeared in the center of the screen.

Carl found his palms sweating, and the fact that he had made it this far in the mock battle meant that he had a good opponent, or was he just rusty?

"Dude, how did you do that with those two missiles?" Jumping down from the other simulator on the side, the big guy was the other squadron leader, Halsey. Captain Boone.

"I estimated some of our azimuths, and your likely trajectory, and then set the computer to have the missile turn a certain angle after it's launched, and if I'm right, it'll come up behind you. You can't play this hand on an old simulator, and it's not a small load on the body. You can actually choose to avoid it, I consume more fuel for this sharp turn than you do, so you'll have the advantage next."

"That's a wonderful hand to play, Evasive? If I dodge, you might be able to take the opportunity to get around to my back hemisphere, and it's a mock battle anyway, so sparring won't do much."

"Well, gentlemen, when you find yourself locked in, while you can lock in on the enemy, it's better to duck first, and if you get knocked down, you don't get a second chance" Carl turned to the onlookers on the sidelines "This kind of hover fight is more common in MA confrontations," he said. But doing that against MS could easily get us in trouble, because MA can only shoot forward, but MS can shoot in other directions, they can maintain their own direction of movement while attacking the hovering MA, and as to what should be done, that will be the next thing we need to look into"

The recruiter was interested in a fight that had just taken place, but he didn't want his men to become fond of sparring with the big guy, he was a veteran and knew the odds, but those new guys were different.

"And, Carl," Halsey tapped him on the shoulder, "you'll be in command when we strike."

Karl laughed bitterly,it was sort of a holdover from the fleet formation,there were two flying squadrons in this task force detachment,and the captain of both squadrons had the same rank,and maybe the people on the bridge hadn't noticed,but the pilots were quick to spot this little problem,and if something went wrong with the command and coordination,the consequences could be catastrophic. So Halsey came running, intending to use a mock battle to determine command, Carl didn't like that, his experience in the Federation had taught him that gambling between pilots could easily lead to problems, but, on the other hand, Halsey was a veteran, and a fight with him would show those new recruits, and as for combat command? Just as long as the brain isn't too stupid, and besides, there's the CIC.

FRED. Young hopped out of the base jeep with his luggage, waved at the sergeant carrying him, and walked around a corner, the berth of the fleet he was to board, the first in the column was the Cossack, the ship that had been modified with air defense enhancements, the first time the Cossack was seen was when it was being modified in its dock, and this time, there was no sign of the modification visible on it, from certain corners of the The paintwork did show some signs that it had been wounded and repaired, and it could still be seen as a ship that had survived a battle compared to the brand new wingman moored in the side dock.