Gundam Fire Still

"What's up with those flies?" Running away from the line of attack as soon as he was targeted, these perceived acts of cowardice severely taxed Skylar's patience, if he was locked in from one direction, as soon as he turned in that direction, those MAs would immediately disengage from the attack and leave at an angle perpendicular to his MS, immediately in the other direction the MAs would lock themselves in again, shooting down two of them by anticipating their disengagement from the trajectory. But the price to pay is the limited fuel consumed by two emergency jets, and there have been two near hits, not by the cowards, but by some weird guy whose machine gun shells were flying around by the time he knew he was locked on, and his face was all sweaty in his visor, and the guy probably delayed the radar startup on purpose, and every time he locked on to an MA himself, he had to worry about the impact from the The shells in the back, "What's the main gun doing? Break them up in formation!" Angry instructions were met with nothing more than a "no range" response from the ship.

"Trigger 02, alignment 04, lost, pilot confirmed ejected," came the corresponding bad news from the combined bridge, accompanied by a tense "I'll hold that guy" from MA Captain Carl.

Both captains stared at the middle of the battlefield, where MS and MA were intertwined and lines of fire intersected.

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Chapter 14: Nearing the End

The bridge of the USS Norfolk

"Anti-submarine torpedoes all loaded" the torpedo bay reported from the ship's internal channel, but Alexei was still looking at the tactical screen in front of him, simulating the path of the Nazca in his head, and also occasionally sweeping his eyes over the battlefield of maneuvering weapons "Calculate trajectory, target Nazca, but don't fire," the captain knocked on the armrest "There's a lot of pressure on the boys up ahead too."

Captain Ginn's plane seemed to have increased its combat strength after being shot down by a wingman, accurate strafing successfully took away the MA that had ended its firing into the disengagement path, and even blocked the firing window of the other one, "Everyone stall it, don't rush" Carl knew that time was on the side of the Union, Halsey's squadron would be arriving soon, and the Union had also suppressed the enemy in the exchange of fire between the ships, in this situation, holding steady was victory.

On the other side, Skylar also knew this, the battleship's news of the imminent arrival of the United reinforcements was a blow to the psychology of the MS team, which had lost a chance, "If this continues" he felt some trouble, his own side had lost the lead, and now the battle situation was unfavorable, perhaps we can consider retreating? But abandoning your pride as an adjuster and running away from those backward naturalists? A split second of hesitation, he realized he had just hesitated when he saw the red lights illuminated simultaneously on both sides of the cockpit, "Watch for evasive action, Missile!" Shouting like this might be an attempt to make up for just walking away, but it's lost its meaning.

The other two squads of MAs again ducked back to flank the MS and fired the two missiles they were equipped with, and in the intense crossfire of the missiles and anti-aircraft screen and MAs that kept interspersing them, Ginn 3 disappeared, not sure who was hit first, but Ginn, who was hit first in the knee, jerked back in the rain of bullets for a while before turning into fireworks, and Captain Ginn managed to get out of the blast!

"Elise!" Skylar felt like his head was going to explode, and the downing of the 2 might have been just a loss, but that machine, the one Alice was on top of, was something completely different, someone he hadn't known for long, but already knew each other well, someone he felt he couldn't live without, someone who had agreed to go back to PLANT to be together, and that was it, out of existence?

"......." The white Ginn seemed to get faster for a second, it used the flash of the friendly blast to scramble above the line of fire, the MA's made less flexible by the flash became a good target for it, the 76mm machine gun sprayed a furious projectile that tore the engine of one MA and caused it to explode into a ball of light, then turned back in an instant and fired a set of shots at an MA that had slowed down to avoid colliding with another MA. Hole, while diving down and pulling out his heavy chopper, targeting the other two MAs whose movement had become constricted due to crowding, but as he was about to get into chopping distance, some sort of crisis made him step on the spout, "Where are the bastards?" The emergency dodging of the fuselage allowed his blade to swing open, and then several linear shells swept across the area between the MS and the MA's fuselage, where it had been about to arrive, "Get out of there!" Out of focus pupils mirrored the MA, the same shape as the other MA, but he could recognize the difference, the MA.

"Pretty sharp" Carl looked at the MS that had turned its head to face him, being watched, some sort of instinct told him that chills were creeping up behind him and twisted the nose, trying to get himself out of range of the MS, but the orange trajectory was always lingering around.

The white Ginn shrugged off the containment bombs around him and kept opening and closing the perimeter auxiliary jets with great agility, staring at a certain MA with deadly accuracy, even if he had just done a certain G-force enough to make the average man's eyes go black, he kept firing, there seemed to be some droplets of blood floating in the cockpit, was something hurt? It doesn't matter anymore. Take that guy down, take those guys down, take those guys down!

"That Karl guy looks like he's in trouble," in the cockpit approaching the battlefield, Halsey finally struggled through neutron jamming to connect to the data link from the Norfolk and quickly obtained battlefield information, "All hands, missile ready, launch."

Although it hadn't reached the optimum firing distance yet, the team faithfully carried out their orders, and because of the neutron interference, the radar didn't actually lock onto the target completely for the missiles, but merely programmed it towards the battlefield and fired the missiles, but the missiles dragged their flaming tails for a while before following their programmed program and then turned on their active guidance heads, successfully catching two enemy signals ahead mixed in with numerous friendly signals, and began to randomly track one of them.

Ginn 4 was also down, its long white plane dancing back through the swarm of missiles, but it wasn't so lucky, forced into a dangerous position by the missiles locked onto it, the two MAs that had already aimed that angle covered that area with their machine guns, the small caliber powder rounds didn't all penetrate Ginn's main armor, but the pilot had been struck by the concussion of the shot and the broken pipeline The nozzle messed with the hands, yellow and red warning windows popped up and down the fuselage displayed on the screen, the loud beeping warnings included a lock-on alert from the MA fire control radar, and the next second the long rod armor-piercing rounds accelerated by the electromagnetic field caught the shards of metal and ended the noise with an explosion. Another bright spot went off on both sides of the screen.

Captain Zaft was already contemplating a retreat, his own side of the battle had been extremely disadvantaged, as the battle continued the distance between the two sides drew closer and the combined artillery barrage became more and more threatening, a 279mm shell looming from nearby proved that he was quite justified in this consideration, but on the other hand he had to consider his captain, who was still in the field. "Powering up the captain, request... Retreat, CIWS targets all set to MA, free fire, take cover even if you can't hit."

"Captain call back..." The communications officer hesitated as he tried to discern the message from the captain's hoarse, unspoken voice "My plane will fight to the last bullet."

"Let's strike too!" The screen suddenly showed the face of the standby pilot.

"Make them stop! , they're going to force the issue," the whole head appeared on the screen immediately afterwards, with the huge back of Ginn, who had begun to move, visible behind it

"No," the captain seemed to hesitate, "steady speed, ejection track ready, permission to strike."

The bridge seemed quiet for a moment, but as if nothing seemed to be happening, everything, as usual, functioned.

The close-in rapid-fire guns on the Nazca also began to pour ammunition onto the battlefield as ordered, and the line of fire was much denser again, creating quite a bit of trouble for the MAs that were besieging the storming Ginn, but that meant that the ships' shields were, again, less.

Combined Forces, Bridge of the USS Norfolk

"Anti-aircraft rounds, fire in unison, anti-ship torpedoes out too, they're not going to make it." Alexei's eyes seemed to be glowing, he kept staring at the screen, the shadow of the ship that had been marked as a target, he could see that it had been suppressed, it was struggling, it was holding steady, it was going to fire MS, this was a chance; the Cossack on the side was showing half of its bow in the camera's shot, he seemed to have a vision of the original, the bow blown and scarred ship; but now, the brand new The main gun on the bow of the ship was spraying ammunition, and the six anti-ship torpedoes were trailing flames away from its launch tube to the other side of the battlefield, the unchanged enemy. "This time, though, it's different."

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Chapter 15 The Ending Salute

The Nazca class slowly deployed its ejection rails, the voltage of the electromagnetic catapult was gradually increasing, and the striking Ginn picked up his rifle from the shelf before being suspended and stepped into the firing position, confirming that the course was clear and ready to fire.

A 279mm shell hit hard on the protrusion forward of its bow, then went through, and somewhere on the middle one of the NASCAR-class Trident-type hull began to flame and spew debris.

Some positional adjustment vents began to ignite and small flames began to appear all around the hull, but, not to avoid them, but to stabilize the concussed hull; the MS launch gates began to open, and from the MS viewpoint, it was already possible to see down the launch tunnel to the cosmic space at the end, and the flames that rose from below from time to time; the feet were secured, the hull self-tested properly, the red one-eye flickered slightly, the catapult opened, and Ginn began to slide in orbit.

An anti-ship torpedo exploded in the line of fire of a NASCAR class CIWS that had changed targets in an emergency, the blast of fire caused the NASCAR bridge members to cover their eyes, but another torpedo passed through the screen, hit the starboard side and exploded, the bridge members gripped the armrests tightly to absorb the blast, on the screen, red warning signs flashed on parts of the ship, and Ginn, who had begun to accelerate, was thrown from the orbit by the shock, hitting the side wall of the launch track with the increased speed he had begun to gain.

On the other side.

The white Ginn rushed forward towards the combined flagship with an intense jet of light, the MA's behind it as if shocked by its momentum did not fire (of course, but actually so as not to accidentally damage their own ships), the main guns of the battleship were still firing at NASCAR, the Nelson class anti-aircraft screen seemed to completely fail to stop the advancing MS, as if disturbed by its wariness, the rapid-fire machine gun's screen seemed to be completely absent The MS was grazed; Ginn dropped the unloaded rifle and without slowing down at all drew the heavy chopper, the intercepting line of fire chased around the MS, the thrown rifle soon became a ball of fire, Ginn threw the chopper blade forward and advanced in a bursting stance; the people on the bridge of the Union watched in horror as the flashing blade of the raider's hand in the middle of the big screen, Captain Alexei, also watched The big screen, looking ahead, at the approaching MS, and also at the, flaming, NASCAR class that served as the background.

"Firing,"

Ahead of the bridge, a box that appeared to have been temporarily attached opened, revealing the hive-like structure within, the small caliber anti-aircraft rounds trailed their tiny flaming tails, and a wall of them crashed into the advancing white object, the blast of fire and smoke enveloping a small area, nothing but a few tiny fragments coming out of it; the dust that had obscured the view was dissipating, and the first blades to be revealed had been somewhat The bent, white MS fuselage still retained much of its original shape, but a wolfish patch of armor indicated that the missiles had still done their job, and the still-human wreckage was floating slowly backwards from inertia and the impact of the blast.

The NASCAR behind it had also come to the end of its rope, once it had been hit the first time, evasion was sluggish, and the starboard side of the ship towards the Union kept getting hit, along with the MS that had failed to launch, its massive kinetic energy crashed through the ejection trajectory and then slammed into the other side of the ship as a mass of scrap metal, the hull loaded with fuel and ammunition exploded, tearing through the undamaged port side of the NASCAR class, the weak armor insides began to catch fire at once, the damage control squad struggled to control the fire in the ship, the four remaining missile launchers fired a final volley towards the Union, while beginning the difficult turn.

The Nazca class, while throwing debris outward with several small explosions, began to turn towards the Combine, the positional jets on one side having been nearly crippled, and the other side struggling to maintain a larger output due to damage to the fuel lines. The main gun on one side had been damaged in the first hit, and the other began to slowly fill with particles and the gun's muzzle began to try to turn.

But it didn't succeed in turning the joint, and fired its first and last green shaft of light into the void, the heavy metal particles slicing harmlessly through cosmic space; the fire that spread to the ammunition dump and the shelling as the joint closed the distance eventually turned the Nazca into a swollen ball of light that illuminated the dark space for a moment, before leaving the cold wreckage scattered everywhere.

It wasn't much of a victory in terms of numbers, attacking a ship with a fleet and sinking that ship wasn't a surprise, paying for 4 MA's to shoot down 4 MS's, nice exchange of ratios behind the fact that the MA's were besieging the MS's. But, for the Union, it was at least a declaration that the MS could be shot down as a way to boost morale some more, the wreckage was quite useful for the development of the Union MS, and the largely intact captain's plane was a pleasant surprise.

The wreckage of the captain's plane was hauled back with cables thought not to be used, and although the hatch was still intact, the opening mechanism was a natural failure to work properly. The first thing that floated out of the hatch that had been forced open were spherical droplets of blood, and then gradually revealed were the helmet full of cracks and the already cold corpse of the white captain.

"It's a powerful guy, one person crashed 4 MA's, and, that high G-force" Halsey didn't hesitate to praise his enemy

"In terms of MS's operational skills, it's true" Carl shook his head, "the physical qualities of the adjuster are indeed enhanced, but it's only the physical qualities that are enhanced after all."

"What do you mean?"

"If he was the commander, he should have retreated as soon as he realized he was being ambushed in the beginning, we didn't have a ship that could catch up to NASCAR yet, and at the distance just after the start of the war, the artillery hits were pretty low, he had every chance to get away, but he didn't, he chose to attack instead."

"There was a chance that his MS team would win at first, right? Attacking isn't so plotless."

"But MS can't exist without the ship, and once it's gone" Carl's hand was in the air, making a sweeping gesture, "then MS, even if it wins, is useless, and no amount of health can withstand that kind of acceleration all the time. "

"Anyway, we've earned it" the tech lieutenant looked at the wreckage of the MS like a vault, "Didn't think we'd get one this complete at all, it's a lot easier. The external small caliber rounds are pretty effective, too." He observed the effect of the hit on the fuselage armor, "It didn't fully penetrate, but it still had an attack effect."

"But the MA's escape pods may need improvement, and only two people escaped this time. While there is no shortage of people in the joint, experienced pilots are still a valuable resource. Isn't it?" The captain also appeared in the hangar for some reason, "By the way, just throw him out, towards Plant, otherwise we'll be in trouble."

"The wreckage has been salvaged,"

"All ships are ready to sail."

"Very well, return voyage as planned."

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Epilogue - Chaotic Noisy 1

4.14

As one train of ships entered the harbor, another was exiting, light signals and electromagnetic waves criss-crossing between the u-fields close to the port.

"Is it the next wave of the patrol fleet?" In front of the observation window on the port side, the pilots resting on standby gathered here, taking stock of the cosmic space outside. Usually a uniformly dark space, it was only when they were about to arrive in port that there was more life, and whether it was a guided boat or a routine patrol, it was all just something to look at, something to relieve the loneliness. As for the flashes of battle on the battlefield? That sort of thing wasn't for viewing. And this time, it wasn't just the small ships that were seen, but another fleet, which was forming up on the port side, the flashing lights outlining a fairly neat formation of ships.

"It doesn't seem to be, it's said to be part of the 4th Fleet belonging to the Eurasian Union, it seems the Eurasian Union's fleet is assembling ah."

"Going to attack Plant? While they're bringing some of their troops down to Earth?"

"Even then, one fleet wouldn't be enough, would it?"