Gundam Fire Still

"Theoretically it's in one of those boxes that's stuck in the road." The intelligence officer, who usually always spoke in a flat tone, seemed to have some control over his tone.

"Hell, Zaft's got an appetite for it." James took a breath.

Roy nodded silently, it didn't take binoculars to see that the huge figure of the massive MS transport was slowly standing up, and there was no doubt that it was Zaft's men. For the first time Roy was truly aware that this risky mission had almost failed, there had been explosions in the direction of the secret dock, the ship was probably in mortal danger, and the MS had likewise fallen into Zaft's hands. He realized he had to start thinking of a new plan, no longer trying to finish the mission, this mission had been botched, he didn't know what Zaft would do next and what the ORB would do again, but he had to get back alive and bring back everything he had seen and known.

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4. the story of a teenager - its second The world on display

Kira was running hard, he couldn't remember the last time he had run so hard, and the better fitness that came with being an adjuster made the back of the strange visitor in front of him was actually slowly approaching. The professor and his classmates had probably already gone for shelter, the teenager thought worriedly, so why was the stranger in front of him running in the opposite direction?

There was a constant sense of a slight oscillation in the ground, and the teenager thought he heard the sounds of artillery and light weapons fire, sounds that had been merely background noise for news reports from Earth were echoing in his ear drums.

Why?

A certain foreboding that disturbed him appeared in his head, and once more he quickened his pace.

The figure ahead of him was closer, constantly turning a corner, having entered the depths of the Twilight Society where he had never set foot, but the stranger who never seemed to be here seemed to know exactly what he was aiming for.

Questions continued to accumulate in the young man's mind as the sound of their scattered footsteps and dull explosions echoed in the empty corridor together. The impact came violently from behind, and the teen felt as if he had been pushed violently from behind, almost falling to the ground, but he just shifted, and as if by instinct, steadied himself, taking a large step with the momentum and also pulling on the wrist of the stranger who had fallen forward. An instant later, they were both standing firmly in the dust that had been raised, and the corridor behind them had been clogged with collapsing walls and ceilings, and the teenager was amazed at how quickly he had never reacted, even as an adjuster, to be able to steady himself and pull the stranger in front of him at the same time.

A certain touch came from the grip on the other man's wrist, and as if the other man was beginning to react, he raised his head just in time to meet the stranger's gaze. The hat that covered his forehead had been blown away by the blast of wind, and before the young man was pierced by the usual sharp look in the other man's eyes, his brain had drawn a conclusion from the face.

"You're... A girl?" With a million questions circling in his head unanswered the teenager blurted out the only truth he had just learned in a split second. And the reaction of shrinking back in the opposite direction made him begin to realize that something about his actions in grabbing the other man's wrist didn't seem right.

"Or what did you think it was." The young woman retorted as if by instinct, as if such a conversation had happened more than once.

The young man observed the other's predominantly male attire, and indeed, features that belonged to a woman, and neither the adjuster's instincts nor his 10 years of education could guide him as to the appropriate response he should make. The corridor was momentarily enveloped with an awkward silence that, had it lasted longer, the teenager felt his face would have turned red as a result, but fortunately the silence was broken by explosions and gunfire.

"Let me go," the girl flicked his wrist, "why follow."

"Ah, sorry." The adjuster boy let go, "But there's no going back." Rationality returned in time, Kira pointed to the passage covered with rubble behind him, it was no longer possible to go back to the original shelter, so it was necessary to find the next shelter,the trajectory of his thoughts was clear and unambiguous. The explosion sounded again, and he grabbed the girl's hand once more and started running along the corridor, seemingly forgetting that he had just let go of this fellow traveler a second ago.

"Let go... Idiot."

Kira had no time to assign the girl a special attribute for using words like idiot, he just ignored the girl's protests and dragged the latter running down the corridor until it intersected with a certain corridor ahead.

"Come this way, there's something I have to confirm before I can go."

"Confirmation?" The young man wasn't sure what that referred to, but he was well aware that the strange young woman knew the terrain better than he did, and it was better to follow her familiar route than risk getting lost.

"I'm just here because I'm afraid it's going to happen." The young girl said up and down on the run

"Don't say anything," the teenager heard the scattering of the other's breath and slowed his pace slightly, "Let's go for shelter first, there should be shelter in there too."

A bright light began to appear in front of the tunnel, but as the light approached, the sounds of gunfire and explosions coming from it became clearer and louder, and the boy felt a little bad, but there was no room to stop. Forcing down the fear of the loud noise ringing in his ears as a civilian who had never dealt with weapons before, a few steps later the teen was once again bathed in the artificial sunlight of the colonial satellite, he was in an overhanging corridor, bullets whooshing through the air on his side and the sound of gunfire echoing off the four walls of the patio.

Kira stopped and looked up for the sanctuary marker, but the strange touch from his hand made him turn his face away, the girl was weak on her knees, but her eyes were staring somewhere below the patio.

"That is?" The teenager cast his gaze downward as well, and then his eyes were also firmly drawn to something below. The iron-gray massive figure lying across the ground like some ancient idol, everyone would recognize it as MS, but as a student of mechanical engineering who had dealt with MS he could tell more than anyone else, the heavy shoulder armor and armor-covered joints meant that this was no ordinary civilian item, no, in fact hearing the intense firefight was enough to know that, if it was a military item The words, which were also completely different from Ginn, who would never forget the shadow of the plane that had passed before his eyes a few minutes ago.

The young girl let out a low sob, "- Daddy...Daddy's a liar...!" , but the helpless sound was too insignificant compared to the sound of firing.

Although he didn't hear what his counterpart was saying, Kira suddenly felt that many questions could already be answered, as if some sort of curtain had been lifted from before his eyes, as if it was the real reality that now pounced on him amidst the gunfire and the girl's weeping.

"Civilians? Hurry and take refuge!" There was such a sound behind him, as if deliberately controlling the volume without drawing undue attention to it.

Kira turned her head, as was to be expected, and saw first the black muzzle of a gun, and after that, the face of a middle-aged male beneath a helmet, a look that still made the teen feel alien, no, his reasoning began to realize that it was actually himself who was truly out of place.

Feeling suddenly cool and pins and needles killing him in the back, the teen pulled the girl away and jumped away, needing no thought to react so instinctively, as if his body had begun to adapt to it all, three more equidistant bullet holes in the wall just a handful of feet away.

"Hell, the shelter's that way, get over there." The middle-aged soldier took a sidelong glance at the bullet holes in the wall, then leaned closer to the railing of the corridor, "Hurry, run over there." The soldier seemed to deliberately amplify the volume and pointed his rifle at the scene of the shootout below.

Kira shielded the girl as she ran up towards the shelter, the sound of continuous gunfire coming from behind her, probably the first time she had ever heard gunfire at such close range, the teenager thought.

"The place is full." When the door to the shelter was already right in front of him, the words that came over the caller were the ones that shattered hope. The teen slammed his fist weakly against the wall, as if the previous run above the gunfire had become meaningless.

"Well, it's okay to take just one! Please, it's a girl!" The teenager looked at the girl at her feet with tears still at the corners of her eyes and tried to make another attempt.

A moment's silence over the intercom was as long as a century in the background noise of gunfire. "Okay, just one." The soft reply came, followed by the mechanical sound of a door opening.

Kira made to push the already paralyzed girl inside, who seemed to have just noticed the current state of affairs and looked up at him.

The adjuster boy realized that the once sharp gaze that was staring at him had taken on a softer, even more feminine feel, though he wasn't sure what it was, and he just watched in silence as the door slowly closed, then turned around. He knew his eyes were different, they were a different look that he would have felt out of place even ten minutes ago, but now he had to face the world that was presented to him, which was already very different.

====== Here are the author's delimiters================================ This world that's unfolding in front of him seems to be some sort of SEED-D title, but it seems a bit appropriate to put it here. I haven't felt like writing MS battles lately, and this one, there's no excuse, so I need to find a feeling before writing the opening battle.

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5. tipping point

Rick. Eisenhorn sat down on one of the bridge's consoles, the bridge layout provided by the ORB felt a little strange to him, but some things never change. The screen array slowly lit up, casting a blue curtain over the bridge in an emergency situation; a low roar was heard somewhere in the rear, and the entire hull vibrated slightly with it. He squinted his eyes, it was the sound of the ship's heart beating, and he felt as if he were returning to the days of his youth on a battleship.

"Engines in good condition." The crisp report came from behind.

"Communications systems normal, navigation systems normal, monitoring neutron interference." The old man scanned the screen in front of him, "How are the energy pipelines?"

"Green, normal. You may begin sailing procedures."

Rick nodded slightly, he admired the young Ensign's style and after rising from the rubble, the first thing that came to mind was his own battle position on the ship. Although it had reached the worst case scenario that had been expected, with only a small ensign remaining as the most senior officer on the ship, the old man who was a reserve officer stepped up as planned, but looking at the young junior who had disposed of the calm, he didn't feel the need to step up to the command chair.

"Is that really how you want to start the ship? With these manpower....." The petty officer at the helm position showed some hesitation.

"The enemy's target is the Twilight Society outside, how can we leave the friendly forces there alone?"

It was a good answer, and the old man cocked his head a little.

To anyone familiar with the Cerebro Control System, the Möbius 0 line cannon was as nimble as an extended arm and leg, and he didn't need to zoom through the main screen to see the sparks and scattered debris bursting from the connection between the Ginn's shoulder and torso. Unfortunately, there were very few pilots left in the Combine who could achieve this level of agility, and Mu felt unconsciously sad that he had once had an entire squad of such elite pilots, but now he was the only one left who was still fighting with a line gun. The friendly symbol on the corner of the screen went out one more time, and the blond pilot frowned, he probably really wasn't good at commanding.

Only a few minutes earlier, the Union camouflage ship monitoring the neutron jamming had released the standby Möbius 0 and two MAs in an emergency, but all that greeted them in the harbor was the burning wreckage of the ORB Harbor Guard and, in the direction of the satellite entrance, the jet light trailing from Ginn's backpack nozzle.

"Hell", Mu was well aware that the friendly forces in the satellite were at their most vulnerable, those MS were done, but without pilots they were nothing more than scrap metal lying on the ground. There was no time left to wonder why Zaft had acted so brazenly in defiance of the ORB's neutrality, he had to buy time for the friendly forces in the satellite. He pulled the trigger, even though the ballistic computer didn't give an acceptable hit rate. The linear cannons firing in unison or the locking alarm beeping in the cockpit made two of the Ginn turn around, but the other two didn't change their course.

But there was no longer any margin for worrying about their counterparts in the satellites, and two Ginn were just as overwhelming for this squad.

While Mu could maneuver around with excellent maneuvering skills and the multi-directional attack capabilities of the line cannon, the other two Mobius unsurprisingly fell into a passive melee situation in the narrow entry area; after all, not all pilots had the guts and skill to dance within range of Ginn's heavy chopper attacks.

Mu was staring intently at the center of the screen, the MS with its shoulder already reduced to a twisted piece of metal was attempting a crooked retreat, he could see several jets on its legs opening and closing without ceasing, using erratic evasion to confuse Mobius's ballistic calculation system. Mu was well aware that he didn't have much time, and the panicked calls for backup from his wingman couldn't stop ringing in his ears, so he pulled the trigger, firing the linear cannon continuously until the ding of a capacitor depletion alerted him. The slight muzzle flutter from the continuous firing was originally one of the things that hindered the hit, but against a target in a small maneuver, this not-so-precise splattering covered exactly the range it might have evaded. Mu watched as the Ginn slowly disintegrated in front of him, then turned its nose just in time to see another Ginn plunging its heavy chopper into the cockpit of the last MA.

"Damn," the blond pilot uttered a muttered curse as the line cannon separated from the fuselage like a petal once more, and he began to weave a web that would cover the enemy plane in his own mind.

Decker didn't like what he saw, the gunfire had died down somewhat, but it was mostly the Marines he'd brought with him that were lying in pools of blood on the ground. Although he and his squad had slipped out of Ginn's fire suppression range with the cover of the ORBs and retreated into the factory's interior, a Zaft squad was in hot pursuit like a tarsus. The adjusters, though unfamiliar with the route, seemed to know exactly what they were after, and a few improvised trick mines made of grenades did absolutely nothing to stop them from making their way to the hangar in the factory assembly area. They were now barely pinned down outside the hangar door, but once they merged with another team outside, they would be completely unstoppable by the few remaining men and a few technicians with only pistols.

There was the sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and Decker turned around to see the lost civilian kid he had seen only a few minutes before

"Isn't the sanctuary over there?" He frowned, beginning to wonder if this guy was a Zaft insider or something like that.

"It's full." The teenager's voice was quite helpless.