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"Yeah, those MS are at least strong against the ships." The speaker frowned, as if he didn't like the fate of the fleet.

"Those Eurasian guys~ If they're going to die, we don't need to stop them."

At the same time the bridge of the ship

"You mean, those fleets are going to attack Plant's homeworld?" The tech lieutenant frowned, knowing exactly what that meant, after he'd actually seen the MS's performance and structure

"Just a stone asking for directions" the captain waved his hand as if it was some trivial matter "Even if the Atlantic Federation warned them it would be useless, Eurasia still lacks a full understanding of zaft warfare there, they won't know until they've fought once"

"But they should have seen the tragedy of the 2nd,3rd Fleet in the Atlantic, shouldn't they?"

"Even if they see it, there's always some who won't be able to see the form if they don't get bitten themselves. Also, if I'm not mistaken, they should also be prepared to retreat as soon as they see the situation." The captain turned his face "You two, the guys who led the team to take down the MS, and the guys who studied the MS wreckage, the command intends to have you go there, and they'll still send the specific notice, and they'll tell you in advance before they even enter the port ah, it seems that the higher-ups are quite interested in your results."

"I'm afraid I'm more interested in that big guy in the hangar."

Walking down the familiar streets of Moonface Base, Fred . Yang quickly guessed what the top wanted to know, the notice board by the wall of the dormitory already had various traces of graffiti erased, if carefully identified, it was probably "Death to the Fly Party", or "Death to the Human Weapons" or something like that, it should already be assumed that it was What the lack of discipline guys have done, in the face of MS pressure, the development of new machines is imperative, which is a huge piece of cake for both the technical department and those arms dealers. However, whether to continue to develop the MA-shaped machine with a mature foundation, or to go from scratch, learning from the enemy, to develop humanoid maneuvering weapons has been a problem since the beginning of the war. Obviously, the former is easier to achieve, reinforcing the MA with armor, weapons, and using the advantage in firepower and protection to offset the enemy's advantage in maneuverability is actually quite easy, it just requires more armor, propulsion, and weapons on the MA frame, but it comes with obvious risks: no one knows if a reinforced MA is really enough to counter MS, it's like installing a lot of anti-aircraft firepower! of battleships would still fear bombing that way; on the other hand, MS can be applied both on the ground and in the cosmic battlefield, and the cosmic battlefield response may enhance MA's armor and firepower, but on Earth, in the face of atmospheric and gravitational constraints, no aircraft or tank's weapons or armor can be increased indefinitely, and mobility, armor, and firepower are factors that need to be shaped into a fragile The balance; no, there was another important factor, cost, and its associated maintenance performance, which may seem minor, but sometimes it could be decisive. The Drake class was designed to yield to cost, with the missile launchers mounted on the outside of the ship to maximize space, and the torpedo bays on the bow with only minimal armor, which could be useful in peacetime and save a considerable amount of budget, but it had many drawbacks when it came to combat. This was wartime, and if the top was going to be too stingy on the budget for mobile weapons, no, the top wouldn't be that stupid.

"It's like history repeating itself" Carl lay on his quarters bed looking at the ceiling where there was nothing, but he could see the flashing one-eyed MS, the columns of ships trailing out their light tails, and slowly approaching towards the atmosphere, huge silver man-made objects, a burst of light bursting around them, and then from contact with the object The blinding red of the upper atmosphere drowned out the rest of the light, and his forehead felt cool and wet, "Here on the continent of Australia, it's still intact", Carl tried to tell himself that, but he also knew that there would still be an overlapping green in front of him from time to time as he pulled the trigger on the grayish-white MS with one eye. Phantom. It had been so many years since, and now I was in a time and place that wasn't the past or the future, but the remnants of those memories were still stubbornly present, whether it was idealistically speaking, fighting long enough to not let something like that fall to Earth again, to not let people die so unknowingly, or simply being a qualified cog in the giant machine that made up the Federation, had doubted. What else can you do when you're retired, and as a result, you end up with a whole lot more, for doubtful time? That seems like a nice ending to it.

----- A few days later the dividing line -------.

The red one-eye lit up, followed by the sound of mechanical drives, and the huge grey-white fuselage began to move forward on the floor of the drill field, heavy and slow for the first time on this field!

"This, is that MS?" Hearing such exclamations, presumably from some administrative official, the joint's military personnel had more or less seen the MS in the video recordings, but this was the first time they'd seen one walking around in front of them in the field like this.

Ginn stopped at the end of the test site, then turned, coming towards the watching crowd.

"Why is that turn so, so slow?" Carl turned to the man in charge of the experiment on the side.

"It can't be helped," the helmeted technician turned his face, probably seeing that the questioner wasn't a senior officer, and wiped his sweat and complained "The system for adjusting people in there is completely incomprehensible to us; it takes a long time just to know the basic functions, and their pre-programming We basically can't use it, turns like this are done by coordinating basic joint operations separately, it should be faster if we use their preset programs, but we have absolutely no time to work on that mess, it's only been a few days, and it's amazing to get this thing moving."

"Is it possible to lose balance or something if you use their settings?"

"Indeed," he pointed to the fuselage, "in total, we currently have two and a half complete wrecks, and the only one that has been refurbished to the point of being operational is this one, the other one is still just dismantled for parts, and this one, too, has a lot of parts installed. Parts from other wrecks, their preset values are basically different, and it's hard to tell if those parts from other airframes are obedient or not if you want to use the preset programs in the cockpit system. If they break by accident," the fixer wiggled his eyes toward those generals, "we're in trouble."

"So, has there been any attempt to write a program for natural human use?"

"Of course there is such a plan, but" the technician smiled bitterly, "personnel, equipment, and time, what is completely insufficient, for this demonstration just adjusted to the degree that we can move to make us tired, and then program? It's hopeless, after all, it's even a question of whether or not to develop MS now."

The mechanical sounds and footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and the grey-white airframe came to a halt in front of those watching, and the technician in the yellow protective suit jumped out of the cabin and landed directly in front of the crowd at one-sixth the gravity of the moon's surface

"Report, MS presentation complete."

"Okay, do you have any questions, gentlemen?" The head of the demo's technical department turned to the officers watching.

In silence.

"Can I go up there and try?" A voice sounded like this.

--- Here is the author's dividing line ---. ------.

It's been a long time. A really long time. I was wrong.

I took New Year's Day off to code some words, and then I was indulging in a certain Star Wars online game.

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Epilogue - Chaotic Noises 2

Buckle your helmet, put on your standard suit, pull on the auxiliary cables, slowly leave the ground, turn and jump into the cabin, not at all like a pilot new to MS, but one who has already honed his moves a thousand times, sit down in the pilot's seat, buckle up, glance at the operator's manual in your hand, and press the switch to activate the system in standby.

Not on the spur of the moment or to gain a reputation, Carl was well aware that the MS was a rather necessary weapon in the event of a jammed electronic system, and a successful test might buy some time for the United, or perhaps worse, Earth side; perhaps mixed with his own selfishness, it had been a long, long time since he had been in the cockpit of an MS.

The lights on the dashboard come on momentarily, then go out again in sequence, the self-test progress bar on the main screen slowly creeps up to 100%, the camera footage begins to show images, the red one-eye lights up, the headset beeps instructions from the ground... None of that matters anymore, feel the pedals beneath my feet, the joystick in my hands, my vision sweeps across the screens and gauges, something familiar, something unfamiliar, close my eyes and take a deep breath, I'm back.

The tech chief looked at the slowly closing cockpit hood and looked worried "General, like this?"

"It's okay, if there are any consequences, I'm responsible" General Hartmann recognized the pilot who had volunteered, Carl. Captain Black, with a pilot with over three kills, not counting a record of cooperation with his crew, the main body of this Ginn was brought back by his squad, so he immediately signaled his permission, if the joint good pilot couldn't fly that thing? He shook his head, not wanting to think down that way, and looked up just in time to see the red one eye light up softly for a moment.

The system was supposed to be a basic setup, and there was no need to risk trying the adjusters' pre-programmed procedures, so let's start with the basics. Posture control system normal, balancer normal, joints unlocked, joystick pushed, right side of robot arm slowly lifted and appeared on the camera screen

"Try moving your elbow and wrist?" Voices from below were heard over the loudspeaker, and on one side of the camera, the technician's upturned face could be seen.

"The joints are normal, but this kind of detail is quite troublesome." As the mechanical voice sounded, the joints on the arms of the machine began to rotate. "The knuckles are normal, too." You can see on the screen that the palms of the open and clenched hands...

"How operative is it?" It's probably the technician asking questions.

"The other mechanical arm also began to raise, slowly assuming the stance of a gun. We're pretty agile with our aiming shots."

"What about trying a few steps?" There seems to be some excitement in my voice.

The mechanical legs and feet began to move, in the cockpit also has a noticeable jolt, both the first-time pilot and the viewers on the ground, it is easy in the moment to begin to step there is an illusion that the body is leaning forward and pouncing, but this is just an illusion, accompanied by a blunt heavy landing sound, as the fulcrum of the other leg also stepped on the ground. Alternately gently stepping down on the pedal, the two legs of the machine alternating forward, the familiar periodic jolt not only made the captain feel like he was back to yesterday, whichever yesterday had been, he had enough of it, in the MS cockpit.

MS's footsteps were getting bigger and bigger, the whole head James watched with wide eyes, he knew exactly how much trouble this thing was, all those techs who spent their days climbing up and down the fuselage could only move slowly one step at a time, and this pilot, after just a few slow steps at the beginning, seemed to find the feel of it, it was smooth, not up to operational requirements, but that smoothness was evident. The body is almost at the other end of the field. Shouldn't we be slowing down? He thought that, but the fact that the speed of the grayish-white machine didn't decrease, wait, it turned its upper body?

The white Ginn stopped just as he was about to reach the wall, stopping in his tracks and raising a cloud of dust and smoke from the ground as he twisted his upper body over 90 degrees, keeping his gun in his hands, and next scuffed his legs awkwardly left and right, turning to face the direction he was facing. Rear Admiral Hartman thought he saw what the pilot was trying to do, he was trying to simulate a fighter movement that he had seen so often on the combat record screen; this is what MS would do when facing an incoming Ma from a different direction, making a sharp turn from his current movement path, so that he could easily catch the advance of the MA's course, there would be no need for that kind of foot movement in the universe, and there was also The jets aided the propulsion, so that just now his legs and feet seemed a little clumsy, but it was clear that he was a quick learner.

"If you're going to develop MS..." The Major General held on to his cap "This kid might be a good tester."

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"As you have seen, the MS of this complete Zaft has quite an excellent performance, and it has been accomplished to this extent by a natural man, using only basic controls, and it is evident that the introduction of MS is not as difficult as we thought, and the present fact is that the MA that our army is currently equipped with is an obsolete product, and the new era of the MS has been proven not to be an unreachable weapon, and MS development must be on the agenda." One of the officers was preaching loudly, but the protests didn't stop either.

"No, there is considerable room for improvement in our now heavily equipped MA, and the airframe that pilots are familiar with, and if we switch to MS, not only will there be a huge waste problem, but all the logistics supplies, pilot training, and various provisions will have to be updated, which is not allowed in the current emergency situation, and even months, or weeks of retraining will give It's not impossible to bring a huge gap in the front line, or even a collapse of the line, and besides, the development itself would take a lot of time, and with the simultaneous driver breakdowns, it's never a wise decision."

"Disconnected? We have enough stock in our MA to last us until MS comes off the production line, and 6 weeks of emergency MA pilot training is enough to last us until both MS and their supporting pilots"

"So the MAs and their pilots are just cannon fodder and tools to hold the line until MS comes out? No, MA could have pushed them back too."

"Pushing back towards the world tree like that? ~"

The captain walked down the corridor, still in his standard uniform and helmet in hand, and from a distance he could hear the noise in the conference room. The military democracy practiced under duress didn't seem to bring much in the way of efficiency, but merely added to the noise of the base. The Ginn, cobbled together from the torso of the captain's plane and parts from other wrecks, didn't have such outrageous performance, but the Ginn's superiority over the Ma in the case of radar's claim to enemy range being interfered with was long recognized by the joint, and now the argument was not so much about the merits of the two as the timing and steps of the changeover, with some arguing that even though the MA had many disadvantages, its The strengths that existed in comparison to the MS were also sufficient to sustain the battle; but it was clear that the other side had come to believe that only an army with the MS as the main force could effectively fight the zaft. This argument seems to have been going on for a long time, and this display of MS clearly added considerable leverage to the latter, and it was at one point that several of the people in the argument focused their attention on Karl, who was knocking at the door.

"Pilot, do you have an opinion on this?" I couldn't hear who was asking, as the noises overlapped each other.

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Epilogue - Chaotic Noises 3