Gundam Fire Still

"Pilot, do you have an opinion on this?"

The first sound Carl who had just knocked on the door to enter heard besides the pounding noises was the question, and couldn't hear who was asking it as the noises overlapped. Compared to the thick smell of smoke outside the conference room, the air inside the conference room with the no-smoking sign didn't smell very good either, and even with the Moonface Base's excellent ventilation system on, the dullness from the thick human smell and carbon dioxide meant that the argument here had been going on for a long time.

"It's hard to say, sir, it's hard to say, MS is good, but it's not easy to drive" even as a pilot who had been flying MS for a long time, Carl had to admit the fact that MS was more complicated to operate than MA - even with a secondary computer "Maybe a MS squads can be better than the same number of MAs, but the training time for drivers, and the cost?" Karl hesitated "I'm not sure about that, but it should be, all will need more."

"True, we estimate that a ginn costs basically three times as much as a Möbius, and that's without counting spare parts and design costs" affirmed a non-uniformed man against the wall, he and the few people in suits around him were probably representatives of the manufacturer and design department.

"But we're not short of money", an old man with a star on his shoulder in the middle of the room amplified his voice, and compared to some of the others who were drowsy under the effects of the high levels of carbon dioxide, he looked energetic, even euphoric, "so what's the challenge beyond that? " .

"Well, as a pilot, we need auxiliary computers, not the ones in the MA that only tell you the flight status and make adjustments, but systems that can help the pilot when necessary, because the precision required in the MS joints and nozzles is much higher than in the MA, and to do trajectory prediction and targeting while performing erratic evasive maneuvers. Shooting, at least for a natural, purely manual operation?" He shook his head "As you just saw, General, that kind of operational efficiency is difficult and almost impossible to participate in combat (note: in fact, such powerful naturals exist), and as for the computer and the program itself, it's better to ask the technicians." Only later was Carl told that it was General Halbarton, a strong supporter of MS development.

"So is there no room for improvement in MA? You're the one who shot down the MS driver with the MA" Obviously, MA supporters also want arguments

"One of the big advantages of MS over MA is that MS can suddenly turn around and shoot back at you, while MA can only fire forward, and has no way of doing so once the enemy is in its own rear hemisphere, and if you can mount a rotatable turret for MA, you might be able to compensate for this disadvantage to a considerable extent. But, you know, flying forward and maneuvering to evade while aiming and firing to the rear isn't easy."

"Then perhaps an MA like a tank could be produced, a pilot, and a gunner" spoke in a voice that was unfamiliar to many, and as the only person in the conference room wearing an Army uniform, Lieutenant Colonel Patton had been in an awkward position.

In the days when Moonface bases had only recently been established, the ability to drop Marines with a significant degree of heavy weaponry from a cosmic base to any area of the planet in a short period of time was considered a promising new tactic, and as such, Moonface bases were also assigned to a group of Cosmic Marines belonging to the Army - this was to facilitate the possibility of being able to Receiving direct instructions from the Army, thus avoiding the trouble in the command sequence caused by the distance between the Moon and the Earth by making orders to go round to the Moon's headquarters, and its accompanying supplies of everything from light to heavy weapons to emergency rations and cold-weather clothing inherent. But the good times were short-lived, and as the international situation facing the Cosmos changed and the adjusters driven to the satellite developed, the United Cosmos, with them as imaginary enemies, almost forgot the existence of the Marine Corps that had been used to support Earth, and Lieutenant Colonel Patton, the Army commander with the same name as the famous general from years before, and his predecessors were forced to maintain a low presence on the lunar surface base, until Zaft smashed their humanoid weaponry to Earth first. While no one knew how well trained the forgotten Marines were, whether they could skillfully handle weapons that had been sitting in storage for a long time gathering dust, or whether they could walk skillfully on Earth when they were used to the moon's light gravity, at least the very existence of this army would give Earth some kind of security, a firefighting team that could land on the ground with heavy weapons in short order, though thinking so It's a bit optimistic, after all, it's still a matter of probability that those fragile drop pods will be able to avoid Zaft interference when they're dropped - or not, just a few MS can take out an army equipped with heavy tanks and self-propelled guns unscathed, and the odds that the adjusters won't do so is infinitely closer to zero, and the corresponding escort capability of the Cosmic Army, at least for the time being, is not spoken of.

As both sides of the argument kept trying to get their supporters to participate in the great debate, the list of participants grew longer and longer, so as a representative of the non-existent Army, at least Lt. Colonel Patton was able to attend the quarrel anyway, and after all, something like MS could still be assigned to the Army as well. But no one expected him to comment on the design of the MA - a weapon that seemed unrelated to anything he had ever studied before.

"Like a tank, an MA with a rotating turret and a two-man cockpit?" the tech chief summed up briefly

"Yes, better put enough armor on it too" it seemed some of the officers started to laugh a little or started to shake their heads, the army yokel's head still seemed to be on the ground slowly crawling with tanks, cosmic warfare was something completely different. "That's MA, MobielArmor, maneuver armor, gotta have better armor than those MS!"

"It seems like a viable option," the tech chief said slowly, "because..." He gestured.

"Since the armor penetration depth of Ginn's cannon isn't really that high, based on our current analysis of the captured Ginn's rifle, already its ammunition and cartridges," with the same technical officer's shoulder patch Fred. Young took up the conversation and raised a report in his hand, "It sacrifices initial velocity to maintain a high rate of fire, it's perfectly feasible for our MAs to mount armor that can block them."

"But the cannon on your MA also has trouble penetrating the MS's main armor effectively, relying on that linear cannon with limited rate of fire and a capacitor charge time mounted on a rotating turret, it can penetrate, but hitting is a problem, right?"

"Is it possible that if we develop MS, we can automatically get weapons that can penetrate MS armor?"

A few more of those present began to yawn or helplessly support their heads with their hands. Obviously, there wouldn't be much point in continuing such an argument.

But their time was limited, and soon, meaningful news would arrive.

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1. New options

The meaningless argument went on for a long time, but it couldn't last forever.

Because soon enough, the meaningful news arrived.

The screen showed an image that felt like déjà vu, a Ginn slicing across the front of the screen, a 130M class exploding into a cloud of sparks in the background, but some could tell that it wasn't the same image as a similar one before, which meant that this was a new battle.

An Earthforce fleet attacked the bridgehead of zaft, the asteroid Jakin. Dove, but, like their opponents in their first attack on Earth, they failed to perform better and instead just gave up a lot of shells and the lives of some of their pilots for nothing. When he heard the news, Karl looked at the screen on the cafeteria wall and quickly remembered the Eurasian fleet that was on its way out when he returned to port.

"What's with this irresponsible attitude? Even though it's already known that they didn't intend to take Plant down directly, this tactic of not properly studying the enemy's strength and going to their deaths just by the spirit of battle is really bad. Did they really think that a portion of Zaft's forces were dropped on Earth, and that there would be no defense there?" The captain gestured furiously in the air with his hand

"It's not that bad, really" Alexei waved his hand, "Think about it, how long did it take to fight in it, from the time they last set out, spent time gathering, drove to the battle site and started fighting, to the time they were defeated and started retreating?"

"Seems to be, a little too soon."

"As a unit that went to test the enemy's strength, suffering this loss and then retreating at the first sign of trouble isn't really too bad of a command. Besides, did you notice that the Eurasian side's chief officer was present at the meeting these past few days."

"Looks like they had it planned" Karl didn't notice the offense, their fleet was attacking the enemy's base while they were listening to a tirade at the base, this was clearly not the rhythm of a real fight

"At the end of the day, they're just for reconnaissance. There's no way around it, even though there's an exchange of information between fleets from the different components of the United, the transparency is compromised, and they don't trust what we give them, and of course, the reports they give us. Plus, this time they've got a lot of those blue Persian daisies in their fleet who can't do anything but hate adjusters, after all, they control a good portion of the resources, and rushing to the Hourglass is just what the crazies wanted." The captain bit down on a piece of sausage and made a grimace at the state of the union.

"So they're taking advantage of the opportunity to consume those Perestroika lunatics as well?"

"I didn't say that," the bearded captain looked both ways "Even if it's depleted, it'll come back, the ground is screwed up because of the energy crisis, look at how many people it takes to make the Adjuster unhappy. Even here, there's a lot of people with families on the ground."

"That's not good news, any number of those Perestroika nutjobs are just hate-filled terrorists, not soldiers who could be a mainstay of the war effort." Carl shook his head, "This mere loose collective of Atlantic, Eurasian, and East Asian unions, united for military reasons, with the addition of a monster like the Perestroika, is just not efficient in dealing with war. A bunch of guys who only looked at their own piece of land." Thinking back to when the Federation of Earth, which was at least still a whole, had all been under pressure for quite some time, it seemed that the situation at hand was even more emotionally draining.

"Is it still quite ironic that it's made up of unions, but it's getting close, it won't be a tug of war for long, and I'm told that several development projects are going to start up separately, but that's just what I've heard."

"It's long overdue, with Earth's resources to back it up, instead of tugging endlessly, it's perfectly possible to walk on two legs, they've wasted enough time on fighting."

"Then again, those opponents of ours, that damned Zodiac Treaty Freedom Alliance, don't seem to be any better." The captain mindlessly fiddled with the vegetables on his plate with his fork "We're still not sure of the organization of their military, it seems to be based on the ships and the MS they belong to as a base unit, like the guy from that kamikaze attack who knocked out his squad and he came to fight for his life. But what about the higher levels he's in charge of? That's something we've never figured out. Including the World Tree campaign, I was studying the footage recently, and you know, almost none of them had the ships concentrating on one target in unison, and each ship was firing freely in a scattered fashion."

"So it looks like the base units are going to be gone going forward, maybe?" Carl had always had a problem with cumbersome formations, MS warfare had always been based on flexible squads, and fast reaction units like the Londebel also had a simple structure - to facilitate as quick a response as possible, and apparently the players there had a problem with the Federation's redundant bureaucracy.

"No? You mean their commander-in-chief is next? Or is it directly the head of Zaft?"

"I can't possibly know their chain of command any better than you do as a pilot, Captain, but since their ships don't have anyone to unify the flush-firing bar, perhaps their commander is indeed not on the front lines. What I also know is that their MS team, they're supposed to be very, independent?" Carl didn't think it was the right word, but it was all he could find "Their captain has quite a bit of discretion, the small captain and the captain on the front line can decide whether to engage or retreat, because MS, MA encounters are very quick and often can't wait for instructions from above and must judge for themselves, something like that."

"Guerrilla style" the captain stood up "They're highly qualified guerrillas, and they're still on home turf." The voice was not without concern

"I don't think so," Carl stood up and put the emptied plates into the special receptacle, "The first to enter the universe, after all, were natural humans, in the days before adjusters were born."

"Anyway, have you decided if you're going to go to the MS development project team, or the testing of the new MA, or if you're going to stay here? I'm afraid I can't keep them, good pilots rarely stay on patrol, all that new stuff needs manpower."

"Although I personally prefer MS, but that new MA called Type 0 is also very good, then again, with the size of the Universe Army, where can't you find pilots to test the new MA... MS last time, I was the one who took the risk first."

"I heard that the Möbius Type 0 requires some kind of special requirements, and there are many pilots who can't fly it, but they were in such a hurry to launch it ah, what irresponsible guys."

"It's easy to understand why, the success of the MS test made the supporters of the MS even more confident, and this time" he pointed to the report on the screen "it's normal for the MA developers to think about their own future, after all, a new MA that can be seen and touched is much more important than even the design drawings". No MS, at least it sounds more reliable."

"Reliable? It's not easy to be reliable with something that's been created in such a hurry."

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2: To be reliable, or not to be reliable?

"Facts are not reliable at all" There were no officers present, and the subjects of the presentation were pilots who were actually going to take the MA into space, and the neat head in his overalls made no secret of the fact that he was spouting off about the odd-looking MA. in all respects, it was quite different from the more common Möbius, and smoothly The simple fuselage removed the thrusters on either side of the Mobius and the missile mounts below, while adding a couple of bloated outboard objects at the rear; the cockpit view was also made more expansive, eliminating the powerful and criticized machine gun and leaving only a linear cannon under the nose.

"The Möbius Zero, which was originally designed to increase the firepower of the Möbius solo and squad, with its four external UAVs that can lock on and attack autonomously at a range, thus allowing one airframe to bring out the firepower of a squad, obviously, for those who value their pilot's life in peacetime, or who wish to accomplish as much as possible with as few people as possible The military was very attracted to it, and it received considerable funding from the military to develop it as an improved version of the Möbius, but "the narrator turned around and knocked on the shell of the test machine". The prototype Möbius mass-produced model is getting farther and farther away. It's worse. You all know very well that because of the neutron interference of those souls, it's a problem to get the UAVs to claim and attack on their own, not to mention the basic control itself" he lifted one of the armor plates of the barrel-shaped UAV "so we'll just have to use this old thing" revealing a coil of cables.

"Wire guide?" There was a low noise from the crowd, an archaic form of control rarely seen anymore, and while there was little fear of any interference when manipulated directly through the cables, the cables themselves were a rather fragile piece of equipment.

"Yes, we have to use cables to control these little things." Ironically, this oldest technology has also become the carrier of our most advanced technology. For the same reason, the UAV's own radar range had been severely degraded, rendering them almost deaf to our ears. And its control computer doesn't recognize the optical robo-enemy system very well, simply put, with neutron interference, these UAVs are largely unable to find targets on their own, and instead rely on the maneuvering of you, the pilot of the mainframe, if you are still distracted enough to guide them."

"Should we instantly calculate the coordinates of the target?" Someone asked a question.

"Obviously, not many people can accurately calculate the trajectory of an enemy aircraft on the battlefield and input it into a computer in the shortest possible time, so we use one of the most advanced technologies in the joint, the Brainwave Signal Amplification Device. The brainwave signals transmitted through the cables will allow you to control these line-barrel guns as you control your hands and feet, if you can manage it; for you must avoid the serious problem of accidentally transmitting commands intended in your brain to control your hands and feet, or the machine itself, to these little guys, and unfortunately, at the moment, it seems that such mistakes are difficult to avoid, and not many of you are skilled enough to operate this system, and perhaps More than being able to figure out the coordinates of an enemy plane and enter them into the computer in time?" The technician seemed to be trying to tell a joke, but it was clear that no one was laughing.

"Did it ever participate in actual combat."

"Theoretically no, actually there was, just during the April Fool's crisis, a squad that was testing it initiated an intercept on zaft, and Lieutenant Vladar will tell you what happened in the field."

"By the way, brainwave guidance seems to work when you think about it, but it's not actually an easy thing to do." A blonde with a purple pilot's helmet emerged from behind the red fuselage "I'm Mu... La. Lieutenant Vladar, there is a certain level of secrecy presumably for all of you here, and what I am about to say is classified." The gendarme in charge at the gate nodded his head in the affirmative.

The screen on one wall of the hangar was activated and began to play what appeared to be the first view from one of the MAs

"This is the combat record of this model during the April Fool's Day crisis on April 1. This squad, which was undergoing testing, encountered one of the enemy forces dropping neutron jamming equipment and attempted to stop it, but, as you know, it was a futile operation,"