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"Our reconnaissance pilot has spotted a NASCAR class at this position, and, unlike last time, this time it is on a similar course to ours, with a course staggered at an estimated 15 degrees" Captain Alexei marked several routes on the chart "and, before the pilot disengaged, it There was no change of course, which means that an encounter is likely to occur."

"So how was it confirmed that the reconnaissance plane was spotted?"

"The enemy ship turned on the neutron jamming after it spotted the reconnaissance plane, which is why we lost contact."

"Are you sure there's only one NASCAR class?"

"Yes, presumably also a ship conducting patrols to secure routes while their Grand Fleet is in Earth orbit."

"So, do we need to raise the alert level?"

"Yes. Prepare for battle, we need a battle plan, I don't think the Proud Adjuster will be scared off by a few MAs, and I'm sure you all have no intention of avoiding battle."

In the meantime, the Zaft ship

The captain of the NASCAR class felt he was in a little bit of trouble, he had just spotted a few sneaky MA's nearby and it was obvious that they had spotted him as well, maybe a few MA's were no threat to his ship, the NASCAR, but there had to be a battleship somewhere behind the MA's. With the distance from the Combine base here, it couldn't be a 130M class towed MA, so the remaining possibility was that either the Nelson or Agamemnon class would be trouble for this ship, and if it was an MA transport, there would be escort ships there as well. He felt he should discuss it with the captain, the white captain who flew the MS was, after all, superior to himself and had more decision making power; but unfortunately he had been told that the captain was in his girlfriend's room; which was fine, Zaft's military was predominantly young and some things were perfectly acceptable to be turned a blind eye to, just slightly troubling in the current state of affairs. He had the ship turn on the neutron jamming while chasing off the MA, and then told the observers to be on alert, as to whether or not they should change course, he'd wait until Captain White arrived.

Some time later

The radar crew on the Norfolk first noticed the radar interference, which meant that a neutron interference source was approaching, then a thermal pattern appeared on the thermal sensor system screen, and as it slowly approached, it had begun to identify that the engine belonged to a NASCAR class.

"Looks like that guy's here as promised," the captain smiled

"It sure didn't change course" on the screen Carl was in the cockpit making a final inspection of the airframe

The NASCAR class appeared to be unaware of the Union forces, which had shut down their engines to use inertial navigation, and were still following their original trajectory; the three 130Ms and one Nelson class lined up in a ramp (Note 1) in a tight formation, the air carriers and one 130M serving as escort had withdrawn to the rear of the fleet early, and the MA pilot was already on standby in the cockpit. The Combined Fleet presented an unnatural serenity.

"Enemy ships, in range" the fire control officer broke that silence.

"Main gun loaded with armor-piercing rounds, torpedoes at the ready, MA fired after a round of flush fire from the main gun."

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Note 1: The slash is a little hard to explain, but for the 130M class, the lower two guns are lined up in a straight line, and if they are completely head-on against the enemy, one will easily lose its firing boundaries, so it's a slash, similar to turning a rectangle into a parallelogram.

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Chapter 12 - "No War" on the Western Front

Zaft's white-coated captain Skylar was making his way to the bridge, as the top cadet of his year, he was among the best among his classmates in both combat, ship command, and MS maneuvering, and rightfully graduated as a redcoat, assigned to the army and then quickly took some hits in the World Tree battle he had been made captain early, and although he had a rather distinguished family background behind him, he hadn't. Causing no criticism whatsoever, there was no doubt that he had taken this position on his own merit. He had been ordered to take a brand new NASCAR class out on patrol duty while most of the squad was still using the Laussian class. Not being able to take part in the neutron jamming drop mission had made him quite unhappy on the voyage out, that kind of big fleet cluster mission wouldn't be seen much next, the Combine was running out of fleet and he didn't want to waste time searching the empty universe for the Combine's remnants; the poor results of Earth's first drop units had made him grimace, he wanted to go to the big fleet and drop Earth to deal with the Naturals, not Passing the time by lounging alone on the track. (Note 1)

Fortunately one of the young women on his crew soothed his nerves; he was not a third generation Adjuster and so was fortunate enough to be free of the forced marriage laws which made the long voyage less boring for him. Then again, his captain had also informed him of this rather interesting discovery.

He didn't care about the MA that the captain was referring to as a discovery, as far as he was concerned the Union MA was just a passable target for the MS, but the fact that there might be a Union ship behind it was what concerned him. The Nazca class was fast enough to catch up with any of the Union ships, and he had no qualms about taking a few more hits on the voyage, it would be delightful to paint a battleship hit mark on his white painted Ginn.

As the automatic doors opened he floated into the bridge and gripped the backrest of his seat to peer forward "Anything?"

"No" observers don't look up from their screens.

"No, wait. Right starboard. Enemy ship sighted." The soldier's voice suddenly became tense and then panicked "Enemy shelling!"

There was no need to ask the reason for the tension, the trajectory of the tracer rounds shot in the distance was clearly visible on the screen, a dense rain of rounds slicing through the space, and although the speed of these linear guns could be described as turtle speed compared to the particle guns, it would only take a short time to cross the distance. The first to arrive was the 127mm Balkan turret from the 130m class linear shells, even if it hit it was not a big threat to NASCAR, but then came the more powerful large caliber shells from the Nelson class main gun, as well as the heavy anti-ship torpedoes with enough charges that began to accelerate in the distance.

"Emergency evasive! Sink the bow 15 degrees and have the MS team prepare to attack" the captain hurriedly issued orders

"Damn" the white captain nearly lost his balance in the wobble and a 127mm round hit the starboard side, but bounced off due to the streamlined shape of the NASCAR class and failed to do any real damage. The NASCAR class's large-caliber beam cannon on the bow was completely unable to return fire due to the lack of a firing range (Note 2), and only the CIWS began to spit fire to intercept the missiles that were much slower than the shells but were also beginning to approach.

The "Enemy Ship Launch MA" observers brought the next bad news.

"Prepare my Ginn, I'll strike too" Zaft's white captain was furious at this Union sneak attack, and being under pressure from the Naturals? He wouldn't take this kind of battle, and so the joint there got the bad news as well.

Carl could already see a few small spots of light ahead of his field of vision, but they weren't hits, just the NASCAR class ignited posture adjustment engines located all over the ship, and on the tactical screen, he could see the first waves of shells released by the fleet had swept past the enemy ships, unfortunately most of them missed.

One round of shelling plus 18 anti-ship torpedoes was already a lot, enough to keep the enemy's air defenses on their hands and knees for a while, so all the MAs didn't put out any more missile attacks, but instead advanced while waiting until the screen showed NASCAR stabilizing the ship between barrages, and then four red dots marked MS appeared one after another in front of the ship.

"Attention, one MS has a special paint job, presumably an enemy ace, deal with it with care" came the voice of CIC in earshot

"Understood" came the brief reply, Carl also saw the strafing white Ginn, this would be a troublesome opponent.

The orange tracer trajectory appeared from the front, it appeared that the opponent had already begun intercepting the incoming missiles, the 76mm assault rifle and the CIWS on board the ship connected into a dense fire net that managed to knock a few missiles to ash, however, from the explosion of fire, the MA's high speed linear shells were released.

As soon as the MS was confirmed, the 130m class was also assigned targets, and the anti-aircraft missiles located on the X-mount made a spectacular flurry of fire, with the smaller calibre anti-aircraft rounds bearing down in their massive numbers just as Zaft had largely tackled the anti-ship torpedoes in front of it, and the first wave of twelve MAs from the Norfolk looked inconspicuous on the densely packed screen of red dots.

To the MS pilot, who was simultaneously locked on by a large number of missile guiding heads, the cockpit lockdown alarm was so jarring that there was little time to distinguish the signals from the MA fire control radar mixed in with it, and a few sudden linear shells disrupted the interception rhythm of the head-banging MS, and although a sideways advance dodged the slightly dangerous shells, the distance between them and the missile swarm was also So was drawn closer, missiles are things that are slowest when they are first launched, and as the engines burn, the faster they get, the harder they are to intercept, and zaft knew this well, and the three ginn behind them joined in the task of intercepting the missiles, and the four 76mms opened up the screen.

While the line of fire raged through the missile swarm, the MA team had already left this deadly airspace, the captain pulled the lever lightly, and the three wingmen behind him followed, detaching from the top of the missile swarm, while 2,3, the squad, also from each side, made two arcs of basic symmetry

The first time I saw them, I had to deal with the incoming missiles before I could get rid of those "crafty flies".

Soon, the first wave of missiles was cleared away, and harmless **fireworks** linked up in the space. In front of the ginn squad was the open pass towards the combined ships, the drake was very vulnerable after a full salvo, it would take time to reload another set of anti-aircraft rounds, and the main guns and those anti-ship torpedoes were about zero threat to the MS. This was a good opportunity, Skylar thought, he could put a battleship hit marker on his Special Ginn this time, there might be two, one crew member had already gone up, it was the 2nd Moll, wait, what about those MAs?

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a series of objects skimming through space, and a broken, MS armored plate.

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Note 1: Here's the Zaft side of the story, after the initial victory it's only right that there should be news that the combined cosmic forces have been defeated, and as to what the facts are, I'm afraid that within the loosely united forces, the Eurasian and Atlantic Federations can't figure out how many ships are still on the other side.

Note 2: NASCAR's main gun can only fire forward, and the orientation of the two sides now resembles the left and right slashes of the letter A. The direction is upward, and the middle horizontal line is the path of the Union's artillery fire, so there is no firing bound for NASCAR's forward main gun.

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Chapter 13 - War!

Although he was already very familiar with high G-force maneuvers, he still needed to grit his teeth against the discomfort that surged through his body, the blood in his body was being pushed to his feet by inertia, his pupil vision was blacking out, squinting, the capacitance of the linear cannon climbed to full, looking at the target that turned red in the locking aura showing ginn, pressing the missile firing button, firing the linear cannon, pulling the lever, disengaging, the next second was black, whether or not he would hit depended on luck and the enemy's reaction.

The linear shell grazed a piece of shoulder armor as the Ginn 2 turned, the next one hit the right arm joint, and even in the shock of being hit he managed to shoot down the first missile with the machine gun, the second one getting closer and closer, and the last few rounds of ammunition forming the line of fire from the machine gun grazed the edge of the missile due to the inflexibility of the joint and was sucked into the void, no more time to reload. "Is it going to get hit?" Moore thought this with a futile grip on the joystick, and for a moment he closed his eyes, but then opened them again as a cloud of light erupted in one direction, and a line of fire appearing from the side had smashed the missile into fireworks

"Don't stay still, remember to keep moving, don't make monotonous linear movements" his captain Skylar instructed as he saved the day with a backup line of fire, but the lockdown alarm didn't stop and behind the smoke from the second missile blast appeared three more MAs that spat out lines of fire.

Carl didn't let his squad make risky maneuvers with him, his let them cut into the attack track normally, but made a high G maneuver on his own just to take advantage of the surprise, and while the ginn dodged his own attack with the surprise of his teammates, it was hard for an opponent who had reached his reaction limit in the moment to escape the concentrated fire from the wingman in place afterwards.

"What?" Urgently pressing down on the pedal Ginn let its jetpack kick in and the whole machine lurched upwards, the MA machine gun spitting out a tongue of crossfire through the legs and feet, but with a shudder, a direct linear barrage let a foot of steel leave its body for good, the pipes and fuel of which caused a small explosion beneath Ginn, the zaft pilot who was pinned down hard by the G force, though With better reflexes and stress tolerance, but the momentary lag caused by the G-force still took his life away as four air-to-air missiles were coming in from beneath him, the jetpack that had just finished emergency spraying becoming a conspicuous target for the missile lock, watching the lock and proximity alarms jump on the screen, ginn's cockpit was flooded with red flashes and screeching alarms, his brain just recovering from the stress. There were constant alarms, but Moore's outstretched hand still couldn't reach the tiny button on the joystick.

"Enemy Ms1, down," cic's voice sounded on the bridge of the Union, causing a small cheer of

At the same time, the battle between the two ships was also quite unfavorable for zaft, the Drake class linear accelerator cannons, although small in caliber, three per ship, for a total of nine linear cannons were constantly firing, Nelson's 279mm linear main cannon was enough to hit its target hard, while the 155mm secondary cannon was quite effective both against the ship and the MS, and the high-speed EM shells sliced along a near straight path cosmic space, running towards its target; the side-to-side opposing NASCAR class, although it intercepted the first wave of anti-ship torpedoes from the Combine with CIWS with the cooperation of MS, its main guns were never able to fire and had to be in a position where it was pressed and unable to fire back, but this posture also had the advantage that it could avoid the calculated course of the Combine's barrage by igniting its main thrusters, and if it ventured to turn The captain of the Zaft knew very well that if he had to rely only on the firepower of his ships, he would be defeated, both in terms of numbers and firing level, and he could only hope that the MS team would be able to perform a miracle and take out the Union battleships, or else he would have no choice but to flee. , MS had struck, and even if he had to retreat, there was no time for slow retrieval of MS, and he felt his cheeks begin to sweat.

"Our enemy is in trouble" Alexei looked at the display on the tactical screen and relaxed his tense expression a little, the Nazca continued to maintain its original course, dodging shells by the spray from the main engines, the two terrifying beam cannons had no chance to fire at all, "keep Firing frequency, do not give him a chance, the torpedoes quickly reload" on the screen, the MA team from the rear air carrier is also about to reach the battlefield, at that time, the balance of the battlefield, will be further tilted in the direction of the union.

"Enemy reinforcements found!" Zaft's radar officer looked up and in the direction of the captain and also saw the captain's frowning brow "Plural MA, from the enemy rear, 3 minutes to combat space."

Captain Zaft made no response, only furrowed his brow deeper, he tapped the armrest of his seat hard, though pointlessly, from the moment he spotted the scout plane there was something wrong, and though alert but not reacting, the captain was confident he was going to take the initiative to take out the enemy ship; but planning an attack they found the Union force across the way was not running away, much less acting like one What they thought was a one-touch collapse, they instead made an active attack, and just like that, their side was completely passive. The artillery fire from the other side was very intense, although most of it was from the small caliber linear cannons of the 130m class frigates, but there was no need to risk taking a single shot to test it, it would be too ugly for this brand new Nazca to take a pile of shells as a result of its first attack, but the constant barrage of shells made it completely impossible to target their main guns, and they could only turn up and down and lacked the left and right firing boundaries! The turrets, empty with great caliber and power, couldn't even set the enemy into an aiming circle.

"Where's the shelling? Fire!" Captain Skylar shouted over the channel, but even if he opened fire, the high-energy particles would just be wasted in the void; the four MS that were expected to be in the air seemed to be somewhat overwhelmed by the massive amount of MA, the Moor had been shot down, and there were two more MS in the hangar on standby, but was there room for the ships in constant evasive action to fire MS? Even if they had, it's still a question of whether the two MS would have changed the battlefield, and the fate of the ship that lost the MS once it didn't help? He felt even more torn when he thought about it, but time was not on his side to hesitate.

"MA one down", the radar crew finally reported up with good news, but, one less, 11 more to go, and another 12 about to arrive, thinking, "Calling for support, hell!" The curses of the white captain came again from the terminal, and Skylar's original gentle voice became gruff, and though he crashed another unfortunate MA with his skill, the compressed space for movement and dwindling ammunition was still weighing on him.