Gundam Fire Still

"Did you run into the enemy? How much was dried up?" Carson of Squad 2 inquired curiously about the

"Hell, it's a few meters short of me getting killed. Those damned" gruff voice exploded over the comm channel, and although the man's face couldn't be seen, Walter could feel the anger, not at himself, but at the Combine. It seemed to be the same voice heard on the comm channel, but the original confident tone had become somewhat unrecognizable.

"That's already accounted for." Another voice inserted, on the auxiliary monitor, the Captain Machine was pressing his palm against his own and Carson's Ginn's shoulders, using contact communications as if to deliberately lower his voice "Look at those oxygen tanks."

Different squads may have different ammunition and fuel consumption due to the battles they encountered, but the oxygen consumption in the cockpit was pretty much the same for each MS pilot. The supply point would have oxygen according to the number of MS that were to be assembled here, and of course there would be some extra spares, but the ones that were in obvious places, painted with numbers and waiting to be picked up, were clearly not emergency spares.

"That is?"

"There's a squad that's supposed to be here that didn't come."

"Could they not have gotten lost and gone to another rendezvous point?" Carson asked cautiously.

"I hope so."

The captain ended the short conversation, Walter had felt a slight chill down his back, and while he hoped the captain was just being alarmist, the shadow of the open hole in the machine still lingered in his eyes, and he maneuvered Ginn to look around, as if the Combine was hidden behind every crater around it - the torn open armor plates and twisted exposed piping of the friendly machine made him realize that he might not be dealing with the weak and vulnerable Combine that had become blind, and he didn't want that big hole to open up on his machine - or himself at all.

So he was the first to see what seemed to be a flicker of light on the skyline, "What's that?"

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10. the moon side - the other side of the battlefield (below)

The flicker of light sweeping across the horizon in one direction or another wasn't seen by too many, but the MS equipped laser warning device did its job faithfully, and piercing alarms began to sound in the cockpits of several aircraft. Walter immediately remembered from the drill book that the next step after the Combined MBTs (Main Battle Tanks) finished their laser ranging was to open fire. "Enemy attack!" The Zaft pilot on alert raised the alarm over the Zaft military channel, and the standing behemoth then sat down heavily to lower its frontal projection and gain better stability of fire.

The MSs had activated their foot jets and jumped high, the slightly delayed Union shells hitting only in vain on the dust of the moon's surface, but Walter saw from some unclear sideways auxiliary surveillance screen that the Ginn, shot in the waist and assessing the damage, had failed to perform this basic maneuver, and it fell crooked as it almost jumped, then was submerged in the shells stirring up the In the dust cloud. The rest of the Ginn didn't have time to confirm it was dead or alive, Zaft's pilots were well aware that the powerful electromagnetic cannons of those Union tanks weren't suitable for targeting moving targets, the MS bounced forward, and Walter could see in his scope the clumsy reversals of the few Union tanks that had their turrets exposed behind the crater. But he didn't fire, and the moving MS couldn't maintain a high degree of accuracy. A white mist suddenly lifted up around the Union's tanks, and that was when the rear Zavut began to shell. These self-propelled artillery type MS were not listed as the first target, but one of them had also been hit in the track for not jumping during the earlier shelling, but fortunately did not lose the ability to fire back.The 76mm line of fire extended into the smoke, but all that could be seen were sparks of fire from the shells being bounced off the armor, "Don't stop, run! " Walter heard the captain shouting, on the side of the surveillance screen, No. 3's Carson is standing in place, firing with his rifle flat, although with excellent fire control computer and fire stabilization system, but along with the MS run, the shooting accuracy has inevitable decline, standing shooting is standard action no doubt, but 'he is looking for death'! ', the conclusion came directly and simply and rudely to Walter's mind,he wasn't quite sure why, but subconsciously he felt the captain was right.

Several balls of light exploded in mid-air on the flank of the charging MS team, it was the defensive turrets of the supply point that intercepted the missiles coming from the flank. Instinctively, Walter reactivated his jetpack, no longer needing to think about conserving fuel, and Ginn leapt forward and up high. On the flank, the missiles came in the direction of a squad of MA's linear and machine guns licking a long trail across the ground. The 76mm was turning in the direction of the incoming MA, and the line of fire from the MA had reached the foot of the 3. The 3 spun around and fell as if it had been punched, his 76mm rifle shooting futilely into the sky and pulling out in an arc, the MA had completed a shot and was pulling up again. Pulling the trigger, he suddenly felt like he could hit, though he was well aware that both sides were in motion with pitifully low hit rates, and the fire control computer on the main screen, which had just started tracking the target, hadn't yet shown the probability of a hit, but the next thing he saw was an MA shrouded in a screen of bullets and planted, trailing flames and smoke.

By the time he landed, all that was left on the ground was a standing Ginn and a few piles of wreckage burning on oxidizer from fuel and ammo, the Combined MA and MBT had become the latter, and Zaft had two Ginn as members of them.

"Good work." The captain's faint voice reached the ear drums and Walter didn't speak.

But just a few hours later, Walter lost his captain.Zaft's brigade moved into attack positions after a basic resupply. After Zaft had made a round of fire preparations, the brigade began to advance towards the Combine, and while their mission was to ensure the completion of the base, the Zaft commander, who was convinced that offense was the best defense, clearly believed that offensive defense would solve the problem better.

Walter no longer considered this a simple enough advance and attack, though the few times the brigade he belonged to took on the enemy were met by MAs with no fighting spirit, they fired their missiles from a distance and turned around as soon as they came into view, the missiles that had lost their active radar search capability due to neutron interference could only rely on inertial guidance and had little chance of hitting, while Zaft did not stint on the rifles' The ammunition that would shoot those missiles with fragmentation loaded 76mm rounds into mid-air bursting fireballs. It was only an hour ago that he had experienced a good start, and the sparks of a friendly airframe exploding minutes later that made him realize that the good start was nothing more than an illusion, and even a few MA attacks that didn't do any damage to the MS team were enough to make him nervous. He was well aware that this time the Combine was supposed to be on tight alert.

There was no warning of the sudden onslaught of artillery fire, no screech or roar of explosions slicing through the air, only a sudden alarm from the cockpit's object sensors, and it was too late to distinguish the shells slicing through the air in Ginn's single eye as he lifted his head, but the dust and rocks raised on the moon's surface soon obscured the camera's view, the occasional rattle of flying rocks hitting the armor mingling with the dripping alarm. Only irritating the temporarily incapacitated pilot, presumably from an impact from one direction or another, his machine went down, and smoke gradually engulfed the marching squad. By the time Walter's Ginn was barely on his feet, a quarter of the marching MS was incapacitated and he was the only one left of his squad. His squad leader's airframe had taken a direct hit from a heavy 155mm round, and the Ginn, which had been painted with several crash markings, had been reduced to shards of metal that made it impossible to see its purpose.

It was then that Zaft remembered their battle drill manual, so the raging brigade scattered with the benefit of hindsight and began a cautious advance in small groups. Walter, who had lost all of his teammates, parked the airframe behind the side of a crater, presumably a hard-to-cover location for the coalition artillery barrage, and allowed the os of the airframe to perform a self-check, as well as consume a little oxygen, and exit the cabin to check the outside of the MS - -It's never wrong to be careful. It was probably the right idea for a newbie, and doing so on the front lines was obviously not recommended, and even if he was lucky enough that he didn't have many visitors during this time, some things were irreversible.

For example, when the computer told him that there was something wrong with the body's navigation system, he realized he had no friendlies in his field of vision anymore. Even though the plane had a map of the moon's surface, the positioning system and terrain matching were useless, and it wasn't easy to rely on the surrounding environment or the stars in the sky to identify the location--. Even more so for the recruit who had only had basic training as an MS pilot and was just out of PLANT.

As an adjuster, Walter's mind was quite quick, and for him, the only nearest location with a reference to confirm his position was the location of that shelling he had encountered a few minutes ago, and the scattered wreckage and craters on the ground were landmarks that could never be mistaken. A few minutes of running wouldn't stretch too far, and the marks that a large group of MS passing by could make on the ground wouldn't be easily erased, and he could easily step back on the footprints he'd come from and take the somewhat damaged airframe with him.

But was that really the direction to go? Did you really pass this rock on your run just now? Did you really just run for a few minutes? Wait a minute. Why are you suddenly off balance? What's that hole? Is it a bullet hole? So, we're almost there? But he was completely unaware of what he saw over there in the place of death that had just been covered in wreckage.

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11. encounter - one of them tangled.

"Hell,"

As Carl took into his own view the combat heat source displayed on his sensors, he suddenly had the feeling that he was better off not being there. Both from the main screen and through the helmet's visor plus the cockpit's glass windows, he could see the battle scene in the distance very clearly: he was familiar with the various ways MS fought, and had enough responses to provide proper support to friendly forces in trouble, or at least cover their retreat, but the situation that appeared before him was one of the rarest, and at the same time, overwhelming to deal with. The two Ginn were, practically, twisting together, confirming the rumors circulating in the base that some sort of coalition had an MS test unit, but it didn't help the battle at hand.The MA sliced over the battlefield and then turned around, the two planes in the fight not noticing the intruder, he could see that both sides' heavy cutters were no longer in hand, presumably dropped somewhere on the moon's surface during the battle! . The fact that most MS are by design not good at unarmed combat or kicking and punching makes this kind of stalking a stalemate, and the almost intimate distance between the two sides makes long-range fire support impossible.

The fuel indicator on the side of the main screen changed from yellow to red, and he was running out of time. With himself piloting a wounded MA with no melee capability, Carl knew he actually had a way out other than turning around and leaving, or taking out friendly and enemy forces with him.

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30 minutes ago on the lunar surface Grimaldi Front Earth United-Atlantic Federation Army Ensign Yoko Narita

For the umpteenth time Yoko thought the plan would be screwed up, but when it was already underway, she had to start praying for the opposite. Ensign Yoko Narita of the Atlantic Federation's Test Squad 0369 was sitting in the cockpit, not the usual MA cockpit that was common throughout the Combined Forces, the slightly shifting seat as it moved forward and the view of the main screen that shifted with it showed that it was an MS cockpit. With the exception of the addition of the Union Army enemy identifier and the white numbering of the shoulder livery replaced with Union Army lettering, the MS's livery and appearance was indistinguishable from the regular Zaft Ginn most commonly seen in the field. As the first Union Army squad to put an MS into combat, test squads that could only operate on captured Ginn had to get most of their supplies from capture and salvage, and the Zaft's 76mm machine gun was not suitable for Union Army-formed ammunition, not to mention replacement armor plates and energy lines. Having been at a disadvantage in previous operations, it was clear that the Combined Forces did not have the luxury of collecting wreckage on the battlefield, and the test teams were in a constant crisis of running out of parts and ammunition.

"While it's true to know that the squad lacks supplies . Although I also know that searching for wreckage parts on the lunar surface can be easier, but why do I have to do this kind of task." Leaf shook her helmet somewhat dejectedly, but didn't relax the joystick in her hand. It had been argued back in the days when flying machines had just been invented that women had better agility and reflexes when flying aircraft, and that their relatively short stature was better suited to cramped cockpits. This proved to still hold true in CE's time, with most of the test team, including the captain, being female.

While neural responsiveness is a somewhat vague concept, one fact is that the female pilots of the test squad do adapt better to the OS of the adjusters, who are known for their excellent reflexes. This likewise reveals another fact, that the Combined Forces are still in the exploratory phase of using the OS for their current MS, and can only use Zaft's OS, with a little more adjustment through the experience of the pilot and the whole crew.

Ensign Yoko was well aware that her level of operation was unable to cope with a high-intensity MS battle, and it was a bit difficult to just make basic maneuvers, plus she had no experience at all with mobile warrior combat, and in fact this aircraft was not meant for combat. The so-called plan was just to rely on the paint job of this airframe to fool and keep distance from the long-range Zaft and to collect parts and ammunition from the wreckage on the battlefield, and for that reason, the crude storage box attached to the side of the waist instead of the 76mm machine gun that was supposed to be there, reduced the combat capability of this airframe to a worrying level.

"The setting of the fine operation used by the hand in order to collect the wreckage, and even though you brought a heavy zanpakuto with you, if you see the enemy you'd better run," was what the captain said, and as Yoko looked at the white monotonous lunar earth on the screen that unfolded infinitely to the sides, she had to blame the older sister who had left this task to her own devices .

Leaf had never been a supporter of this operation, both the suspicious shoulder number and the inexplicable external storage box at its waist made it easy to wear out against Zaft, and on a battlefield where both sides had lost their communications, a Zaft body could turn out from behind some crater at any moment; and the Combined Marines, these nervous friendly forces were likely to see to them of all the MS firing - without identifying the enemy identifier - maybe that gadget is in the It also doesn't work well enough with neutron interference anymore. So it was easy to understand Ensign Yoko Matata's complaints or curses to her captain as she flew a Ginn with a crappy paint job and unsuitable for combat, risking taking a shuttle of Ginn's 76MM rounds or a friendly misfire anti-armor missile as she solo searched the moon's surface for wreckage. Though she was also well aware that she didn't really have that position, as her captain was doing the same, if not more dangerous, work at this point.

This is not good news for the test team at all, hell, the whole team is having trouble getting parts, and now they want to just take a whole MS, the well-informed captain hinted that this has something to do with the joint MS development, but whatever the purpose, getting enough spare parts has become a pressing issue. Mission. It was a risky mission, but this was the front line, and there was no joint soldier on the entire battlefield who wasn't taking a risk, whether it was a Marine or a communications officer or just a shuttle pilot transporting supplies, everyone was risking their lives; she and her captain were well aware of that.

The young woman still had her grip on the joystick to keep the MS moving steadily forward, and on the navigation module on the side screen she was pleased to see that a marked location was not far away, and the rear support fire had taken a shelling there under the guidance of the forward MA, so theoretically there would be no enemy nearby, and there might be what she was looking for there.

As Ginn, piloted by Walter, rounded the back of a crater and once again took in the sadness of the area that had just been shelled, the first thing that grabbed his attention, and the locking target of the plane's fire control OS, was a standing figure with a dark green paint job and red one eye, Ginn, who was standing dazedly amidst the wreckage, seemingly turning in his direction.

Are they friendly?

The number on the shoulder of the machine was painted in a large white 02, which was odd, Walter frowned, he remembered that his own machine seemed to have, the same number, and he focused on a corner of the main screen, there, where the enemy identifier was located.

Seeing the ghostly Ginn turn out from behind the crater, Leaf realised she was in trouble, the blasted wreckage on the ground had little recovery value, if it hadn't been she might not have been able to spot the intruder in the first place. The single red eye slowly turned, the dark green standard livery meant it wasn't a captain's plane, and the number 02 on the shoulder made her think for a moment that it was a mirror image of her own body. But it clearly wasn't, it didn't have that storage compartment at the waist that was out of place with the fuselage as a whole, but instead hung a 76mm heavy machine gun, which was the standard configuration, and she realized her hands were shaking as she gripped the joystick.

Ginn turned slowly, like a hunter facing a large beast. That way, slow, quiet, no sudden moves, and she didn't know why she was doing it, because she obviously knew that hesitation meant only death when facing a well-trained enemy on the battlefield.

But this illogical move worked.

Walter's Ginn didn't move, merely stood there as its pilot just wiped the visor of his helmet to make sure he wasn't mistaken, he didn't seem to understand what was going on, the enemy identifier didn't show it as friendly, and while he couldn't rule out the possibility that the little device had also been damaged in the shelling, he realized that the plane that was turning face first into his shoulder The numbered fonts didn't seem to belong to any Zaft unit; if that was one thing he might have misremembered, there was little doubt about the other, the arm of the unidentified machine was slowly reaching behind it, and he knew full well that was where the heavy chopper was mounted. There was no time to marvel at the coincidence, or ponder why. There was no mistaking that it was the enemy.

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12. Harvest

Yoko Narita didn't hold out much hope of defeating her opponent, but she was well aware that if she didn't do something it would surely be a dead end, or at least a way to hold out until a friendly army showed up. Though she was well aware that the odds of that happening were low, that in a moon surface littered with neutron interference, distress signals couldn't be sent very far, and the odds of running into a passing friendly force were even lower than that; but there was no point in thinking about such things, with the violent shaking of the main screen, the tooth-cracking sound of grinding through the fuselage skeleton into the cockpit, and the metallic blades interlocking in the screen, whether in hope or despair Ideas had all but disappeared from her brain and she could only do the best she could.

She quickly lost her heavy zanpakuto and then also deprived her opponent of its melee weapon after blocking the zanpakuto with the heavy armor on her MS shoulder. It was hard for the two Ginn who punched and kicked each other to do much damage other than increase the wear and tear on their joints and test the sturdiness of their pipes. In normal times she would have been proud of herself for being able to fight an adjuster to this extent with a weapon the other was good at, but now she was just trying to dodge and counterattack as best she could while maneuvering the machine whose shoulders were already malfunctioning.

Suddenly, she thought she heard the communicator go off.

"Get out of my way!"

Voices sounded out of nowhere from the communicator, and though he didn't know what was going on, Walter instinctively made the body jump back away before he realized that his communications system was now using the public channel - with the neutron jamming Which channel tends not to work anymore, and then the Union Ginn in the main screen made the same move a little later, and the moon surface that was vacated between the two was immediately swept away by a snake of fire from the side air.

What's going on here? Walter had thought he could take out the Union MS and its crappy pilot in a matter of minutes, but the latter's reflexes and determination to sacrifice shoulder armor and even half an arm's maneuverability to knock out his own weapon had delayed him from reaching his goal. He could identify that the MS that had once belonged to a friendly force wasn't carrying a long-range weapon, so pulling away for a shot would have been a good plan, but the Combine pilot kept himself firmly attached to - that guy It's clear what you're doing, and this feels bad. Now that a third person had finally joined the fight, it was time to split the fight anyway.

On the main monitor screen, a purple-white light was passing over the battlefield. (This Möbius Type 0 has no special paint job and uses standard MA paint.)

Walter frowned, he was familiar with that color and that way of flying, it was not a good sign. A somewhat distorted male voice came over the long silence of the public channel, "Attention MS belonging to Zaft in the middle of a firefight, please drop your weapons immediately and leave United Earth Force airspace."

Walter thinks this strange guy should have run off the wrong set, or become mentally unhinged from the war and fly over this little battlefield simply because he's hallucinating "Cut, who's going to listen to you."

He suddenly noticed a strange object in the same livery as the Allied MA hovering right in the middle of Ginn's main field of vision, Walter had never seen anything like it before, but it was clearly a weapon of some sort, so

The vibrating sound of the fuselage being hit interrupted his thoughts, his brain gripped by the fear of being hit for an instant, and he didn't have time to do anything to avoid it. Although his eyes failed to catch the spray of bullets, the main monitor's view had gone black, and then the main screen that lit up again showed a blurred image of the auxiliary monitor, with the head position lit up red on the side of the fuselage's situational display. At least he was still alive, and the body was still capable of fighting, the young adjuster quickly confirmed.

"Please lay down your weapons and leave MS at once," the calm, routine like voice of that joint force rang out again.