Gundam Fire Still

Karl wasn't listening carefully anymore, the word "brainwave control" brought to mind the memory of him wearing another uniform.The NT, a ghostly being floating over the cosmic century, was theorized to be the human being whose brainwaves had become powerful, and the flexible and deadly micro-killer floating cannon, the special weapon of the brainwave-controlled NT; not to mention those on the battlefield often The emergence of aberrations, strange glowing phenomena, voices that could be heard without a communicator, so many rumors and facts, and the Federation's taboo attitude, had shrouded the NT, and related brainwave research-type technology, in a fog; but he remembered the interwoven webs of light on the battlefield of Glips, the Federation ace of Axis, and, in that last battle, the large four wings hiding behind the The.

On the screen, four clumsy barrels arced in a sleek arc and spread out behind a Ginn, which dodged a linear shell and was enveloped in a solid screen of bullets from four directions in the next half-second, some of which bounced off the heavy armor on its shoulders, but some of which tore through its fragile back, causing it to explode with sparks and debris, and then wobbled out of sight.

Seems a guy said, "Maybe the NT's floating gun control is just a byproduct of their abilities, and their true abilities may not be known." I remember myself replying, "Is their real ability to have a conversation even in mee particle conditions?" Unhindered communication looked beautiful, but on the battlefield, it was more important to dodge that deadly beam and to set the enemy right in the middle of the paragon. He remembered vividly when his team was locked in a web of light woven by the floating cannon, like flying insects struggling in a spider's web.

On the screen, a Ginn escaped with a bizarre maneuver in the web of fire woven by the line cannon, the orange tracer trajectory sucked into the bottomless void, but a magnetic rail shot from the MA main gun halted that Ginn in two.

Now, here, this joint, brainwave control technology hadn't become taboo, and while the use of it was similarly not widespread, and there seemed to be some sort of limitation, it could at least be an effective, force-enhancing tool.

The line cannon's line of fire splashed across the universe but didn't hit any targets, a white painted Ms nimbly wandered between wreckage and trajectory, and the magnetic rail gun fired by the mainframe couldn't graze the other side at all. Ginn's machine gun, however, spewed a line of fire that opened a set of holes in a linear cannon. , it bobbed past a linear cannon and sliced between the trajectories of several more, and that action seemed familiar, but then a barrel suddenly accelerated towards Ginn, who tried to make an emergency evasive manoeuvre but was disturbed for half a second by invisible cables in space, and then was slammed into the side of his waist by the barrel, at the same time that several lines of fire sliced through the middle of the screen, and Ginn was It zoomed in momentarily, then disappeared from the screen. The pilots could all see that it was the main viewer's airframe making a sharp acceleration and Ginn was left behind it. Next, the screen became a snowdot and shut off.

There was a whisper from the pilot group "Is that airframe?" "That Ginn is?" ...

"This is the Zero's first combat experience, you can see its powerful omnidirectional attack capability, but at the same time, its brainwave manipulation system has a high usage requirement, in the first team that conducted the test, only two of the four members could manipulate these line cannons for combat, so in the next test that will be conducted, most likely, more than half of them will be Unable to use these weapons. Any other questions?"

"The last one Ginn was?" Someone asked a question out loud below.

"That's right, Zaft's ace," Lieutenant Vladar hesitated a little, "Rau. Ru. Kruse, who crashed six ships at the Battle of the World Tree... Crazy." He almost had that last word coming out of his teeth.

Carl nodded slightly, his mind racing back to the Ginn that had cut down the blade at the World Tree.

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3, shift change

"The squadron's all yours, big man, and the next patrol line is going to be a busy one ..."

The location was a tavern near the Moonface base, the most frequent place for the Union soldiers to pass the time, near the front door a few young pilots noisily bragging about their accomplishments, and in one of the out-of-the-way corners there were also a few veterans silently drinking mulled wine. Karl was familiar with these sights, even in a different world the soldiers were still so similar, he himself had once been a young boy sitting in a prominent position, bragging about how many enemies he had defeated, or a silent weeper sitting in a dark corner, missing the people who had turned to stardust around him, now he just sat by the window, quietly watching the scene in the tavern.

"Don't worry, Captain, I'll do a good job with those boys." Captain Boone, who was sitting on his butt across from Carl, gave an exaggerated smile, as the other squadron leader of the patrol frigates, after Carl's transfer, the Atlantic Federation Universe Army was also unable to draw new skilled pilots at the moment, so the command of both squadrons rested on his shoulders for the time being, of course, it might also amount to a promotion in disguise? "Down captain, you're going to fly new toys this time?"

"I'm not a captain anymore oh," Carl scratched his hair "It's a new toy, a new MA with a lot of strange new technology, it looks great."

"It's still MA, what a shame, I guess it's more effective to fight them with MS, I'm told the Naturals have trouble getting their MS on?" Obviously, he also saw the video that came out of that test - of course, the federation did not keep that test secret, both the fact that the federation had acquired MS and the signal that the federation was about to develop MS were already facts that could be thought of logically, and there was no particular need to keep it secret. Certain morale boosting effects.

"MS ah, it's a hassle yes, and it's very different from the cockpit of an MA, it's not that simple if you want to switch to MS, there's a lot of hassle to design, produce, test and then train the driver, it's not something simple that you can just build. But that's not what we're going to be concerned about."

"I'm really worried about their efficiency ah, I hope they don't come out with designs for six months and then the war is over and they can't even meet the operational requirements, but certain companies have a precedent."

"This is wartime." Carl shook his finger "There's no reason for them to paddle. But hopefully they made their cockpit spacious enough for you to sit in properly, the adjuster's cockpit seems a little cramped for you."

"Che, are you trying to show that the adjusters are small and not small? My size, however, is normal." Halsey grinned disdainfully, "To be big in size, it's that Bull Randleman guy that counts."

"Yo, fatty it is you." A third voice appeared on the side, Carl thought, and it seemed familiar, followed by the sound of some heavy object hitting a chair and the creaking groan of a wooden bench. "Where am I fatter than you~ Bull Halsey."

"Yo, it's you," Carl recognized the man who had joined the conversation, Captain Randleman with messy blonde hair plus a round face, and his teammate in the Möbius Type 0 test squad.

"It's you Carl, the great hunter of misfortune, looking forward to engaging you."

"You know this guy?" Halsey's question didn't seem to qualify the target, as the other two nodded, "Bull, you're going to start the new body too? The cockpit won't get your foot stuck, will it? And, Carl, what's with the term catastrophe?"

"You don't know?" Randleman smiled proudly and pointed across the room at Carl "This guy escaped from Zaft's ace in the world tree, ah, and survived that white maniac who crashed 37 MA's, I wouldn't have known it if I hadn't gone and checked the combat logs."

"It's really not an honorable thing for one man to survive when an entire squad is lost." Carl's tone trailed off, "And it's one of that guy's hit counts, too."

"But you avenged them, eating a Zaft squad right out of the initial battle and hauling an MS back, and it was a special fighter, that's not something you can just do." Randleman shook his glass "So you're not ashamed to be a hunter, I'm bringing back prey even though I have two more crashes than you?"

"It was just luck, that box of missiles from the battleship is what really took the hit ah."

"Seriously, it wasn't just luck, you wouldn't have been able to keep that captain's plane if you hadn't taken out those Ginn with your squad," Halsey paused, "Even if your squad lost the world tree, you were in good command. "

"Well, all that's in the past" Carl sighed, the matter of someone's sacrifice was indeed something that had long been accustomed to and didn't need to be expanded upon in that regard, "So much for that guy Mu, the one who was better, the one who flew the test machine and gave that white lunatic a run for his money. "

"Mu? Mu. La. Vlada? The rich kid from that syndicate?" Halsey frowned, it was obvious that he had heard the name, but was not impressed by it

"That's what I thought at first, but, apparently, I was wrong, he was really pretty that time," Randleman grabbed a couple of empty cups on the table and gestured, "He fired first along this path, the MS ducked and fired back just like that, but his attack pods had stayed in both positions and fired together."

"Zaft aces aren't supposed to be that easy to shoot down, are they?"

"Of course not, the guy dodged and knocked out one pod, but ah, there's still a third and fourth pod~ Since he missed, that guy, Mu, just let the gun barrel hit him!"

Two wine glasses collided with a crisp sound, thick and calloused hands put down the glass, its owner exhaled a sigh of satisfaction "Let a rich second generation lieutenant command our test squad? You know, there's a couple of captains on the team. But seriously, he's dong the captain. Definitely dong it."

"On the command sequence, it should be fine, right?"

"Of course not, it's wartime again, it's a temporary test squad, there won't be any naysayers, you don't have to worry about that at all, you want a drink?"

"No," Carl shook his head, "not in the habit." There was no change in his face, but the man across from him seemed to see something

"Ever miss an event because of drinking? I get it. Who hasn't made a mistake?" Randleman grinned, "You're a bit more courageous than the rest of us who continue to drink to forget the bad memories."

"Cut, but it's just a personal habit," waving a hand to set the subject aside, "Where do you think those Adjusters will go next?"

"I don't know where, but leaning on the neutron interference that caused enough chaos on Earth, they should be a bit more flamboyant in their next moves, so watch out for your patrols, they should become very active on their course." Randleman patted the shoulder of his equally robust counterpart across the room. "Be careful, but don't drive them back."

"It's not like they're not likely to hit the Moon or Earth again, is it? Since the combined forces have been shrinking since the Eurasian guys hit the nail on the head, the possibility of them making some big moves to the lunar surface or Earth is definitely a possibility. It's not necessarily safe if your test team is near the moon's surface."

"The lunar surface?"

"Yes, the lunar surface." In the dim roundtable room of the PLANT jury, the screen overhead glowed blue, and the natural satellite that orbited the Earth was lit up on a star chart made up of the Earth, Moon, and Colonial Satellite Cluster.

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4. Frog jump (top)

"R01 attention, I've spotted an object at high three o'clock."

"High three o'clock, moving object visual confirmed, heat source confirmed. Chief, better get over there."

Head down and turn your attention to the flat display, the edge of the radar screen is just beginning to show a small bright spot that is approaching, in the case of suppressed electronic systems, the radar's field of view is no further than visual, the pilot's vision has once again become an important part of the picture, the enemy identifier is not responding, but this is a fairly normal situation, the enemy identifier's distance has likewise been severely compressed, the only thing that is credible is the eyes And already.

"R02,03, follow me. The rest of the planes take evasive action."

Three Zeros broke away from the training queue and flew towards that approaching object.

"I can't see what it is, but it doesn't look like MS."

The object in view slowly grew larger, and if this was an MS-sized object, the speed at which it grew larger meant it was fast, Cal estimated.

"Their MS rarely moves solo, and even less likely to go deeper into the area solo, and the MS shouldn't be fit for combat if they're traveling at this rate." Captain Mu's voice came from the headset.

"If the MS is approaching at this speed at high speed, it should be impossible to aim and fire accurately." Carl, the only one to have entered the MS cockpit, made the addition.

"Don't underestimate the Adjuster's anti-G power, maybe they're that kind of monster."

"Confirmed." As the distance drew closer, the flying object that had been holed by the targeting halo was now large enough in the field of view to almost distinguish the features of a Union MA, and a green light on the instrument panel came on, the unresponsive enemy identifier...

"It's friendly right."