Gundam Fire Still

"Hell, can't the ORB guys even build a shelter? there should be a door in C. Get to shelter." Dike cursed unconsciously, knowing that the kid was probably telling the truth and that Zaft's raiding party obviously wouldn't need such an inexplicable kid to lead the way, but didn't notice the unnatural expression that flashed across the teenager's face.

"There's only one door left in C Block there already." The technical officer with long chestnut hair who was originally hiding underneath the MS transport interjected, and the teenager stopped almost running out for a second.

"What?"

"Fuck the ORB," Decker never liked what he saw in this satellite factory of the ORB, whether it was the environment or the security measures or the distracted guards, so when he spat out the angry words, he gave no thought to the fact that the strange teenager was also within striking distance of his words ORB Man Facts.

"Look out, back." The teenager suddenly shouted this, and Decker slammed his head down, raising his assault rifle over his head and firing blindly in the direction of the entrance. The entrance to the hangar let out a low cry of a shot, followed by a shower of return fire.

"Get down here," the female officer hiding behind the transport shouted this to the teenager standing in the unobstructed corridor above, more so than the point of aim or the code of indoor warfare, Marius. Captain Lamias was more familiar with energy lines and battery packs and the like, in fact she never imagined herself hiding behind cover with a pistol in hand and watching the bullets fly around, but her training as an officer was still enough to tell her that it wasn't good to expose a civilian to a firefight. But in the next second, her eyes widened as the "ordinary" civilian teenager leapt nimbly from a height of several meters with a relaxed look on his face. The teen landed solidly on the fuselage of the MS, then tumbled again and landed on the flatbed of the transport, several lines of fire drawn by this mid-air jump bounced futilely off the MS's armor.

Kira could feel his heart beating fast, the fact that he had just passed through the line of fire but was unharmed was enough to shock his own brain, after all, even an Adjuster couldn't really dodge bullets and could be injured by them, but when the body moved, the hesitation or fear seemed to disappear. He didn't know what it was about this feeling, but it might help him, survive a fight that meant nothing to him.

There was a flash of red in the corner, and he looked up to see the two bullets fired by the female officer hitting the empty space in vain, and the gunman in the red suit bursting out of the corner.

It didn't seem like the first time already, facing the gun at such close range.

The teenager had no reason to think so.

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6. old times (above)

He didn't like to wait, especially when the echoes of battle were ringing in his ears and he had to wait.

But he had to wait, and with his greatest patience, he watched the progress bar on the screen in front of him advance slowly, bit by bit.

The external sensors faithfully transmitted all the sounds it could perceive into the cockpit, and even through a layer of hangar bulkheads, he had enough to hear what was going on outside. The shrill sirens didn't mean to stop, the unmistakable blunt heavy burst of sound was Ginn's 76mm rifle firing, the roar of the vehicle's engine was probably coming from an ORB military vehicle, the sound was very different from the civilian electric vehicles in the satellite, the explosions around him continued, it seemed that Ginn had no qualms about throwing high explosive shells at the surrounding factory area, some indistinguishable But again the sound of light weapons fire on a real increase meant that Zaft's assault team was getting closer.

The progress bar on the screen was slowly diminishing in distance from the end.

A close round exploded by the side of the hangar, and black smoke could be seen spreading upwards through the ripped openings. The auxiliary screen on the side began to light up, the monitoring window began to pop up on the main screen, and the fuselage began to vibrate slightly.

One hand was already on the joystick, and the ear drums caught something different from the noise of the battle, the sound of the MS main generator starting up, and the whir of the jetpack.

Probably those tester machines had been lost, the sad conclusion came to the brain, but the hand beating on the panel didn't stop.

The progress bar had been compressed to the bottom of the main screen, and the image of the main camera was projected right in the middle of the screen. Various markings were slowly popping up, and the heat sensor had generated two red dots marked MS in the view of the main screen that was obscured by the hangar door. He could feel his heart beating faster.

The next moment, the hangar door was violently blown away by the explosion.

He narrowed his eyes, and what he saw before him overlapped with a distant memory, a black pillar of smoke rising in a barrel of colonial satellites, with a one-eyed man holding a machine gun and spitting out tongues of fire.

The progress bar had reached its end at some point.

The familiar display panel and alignment stars were on display, as well as that camera view of a battlefield that never seemed to change too much.

Pressing down on the pedal, his spine feeling the shock of the long overdue acceleration that his body had become naturally accustomed to, flames and debris flickered across the main screen, and then met the sight of Ginn's red one eye and the black muzzle of the gun below.

Fingers danced across the panel, fighter mode, fighter procedure, safety disarm, he knew it all as if he'd repeated it a thousand times, the thumb of the hand holding the joystick already resting above the trigger.

There was no need for fear even in the face of a gun, he knew full well that behind the flashing red one eye hid only surprise and cowardice.

The Ginn zooming in and out of view had been securely set in its red locking frame, and the 76mm machine gun it held had never fired a lethal round.

The trigger was pulled in a moment of grazing, a bright pink light flickered across the main screen, and then all that remained in the center of the screen was the burning street.

A small window popped up in the corner of the screen, displaying a blurred image of the target captured by the back assist camera. There was no need to zoom in to confirm it anymore, he knew exactly what he'd done, the target was at the right angle at the right time, the melee weapon sliced through at a set trajectory, then the result wouldn't have been far off, and Ginn, already in two pieces, was slowly plopping to the ground.

As the beep sounded, images of the two newly marked MS targets were displayed again in the corner of the main screen. "Cut" spat out of the corner of his mouth in disdain, another G dragged jet smoke away, the mission failed as many had predicted, he shook his head, then he stared as another image was displayed.

The blue-and-white, with a certain familiar face, MS had been moving clumsily, aimlessly, throwing a Vulcan cannon barrage at Ginn in front of it, looking like it needed support anyway, but after a certain momentary pause, it steadied itself in the rain of Ginn's bullets and drew its melee weapon from its waist, leaping from the barrage with a rough but at the same time fluid maneuver, before landing in front of Ginn.

"Hey, sitting in there, is that a New Human (Newtype) teenager from somewhere?" Watching Ginn, who was sparking and slowly planting himself on the ground right in the middle of the main screen, the cockpit, which had fallen silent for a moment, suddenly rang out with this question.

"Captain Blake? Here's Lamias, being driven by... It's a civilian teenager yes, Newtype, so, what is it, again?"

At the same time, the external satellite

The huge silver cylinder of an asteroid with a head stuck into the mining space was still turning slowly as usual, but the heat-laden wreckage floating in the area of the satellite's entrance and exit meant that that business as usual was no more than an illusion. The orange-red painted Möbius 0 weaved through the wreckage, pointing its nose at the satellite's entrance.

Mu took a somewhat sad look at the debris that had been intercepted and magnified on the screen by the pair of sensors, the purple armor remnants probably belonged to the MA that had struck out with him, but for now, he was still the only one going back.

---It was literally the same as it had been on the moon's face.

Mu's mind flooded with such thoughts, but the feeling was immediately shattered by the chill that rose from behind him. Like a cold needle stabbing somewhere in his brain, he reflexively turned the nose of the plane, the residual ammunition and fuel were about to bottom out, and the computer truthfully projected the self-test information onto the main screen, explaining the simple fact that the body was no longer fit to continue fighting.

However, if it escaped it would surely die, not on the physical plane where the pressure was so transmitted to the blonde pilot. The silver-gray shadow of the machine flickered through space, and he kept a firm eye on the direction of the jet of light.

Mu knew exactly who it was, Zaft's infamous ace, Rau. LU. Kruse, a formidable opponent for anyone, and for him, the ensuing chill made the battle take on a more special meaning.

The floating space of wreckage was once again illuminated by chains of tracer bullets, and the silver-gray-painted MS splashed live rounds in both hands, rolling between them as the orange-red silhouettes occasionally returned short bursts of fire with line barrel cannons. The battle slowly extended into the main axis of the satellite.

"Damn it" cursed Mu so much that several cold draw counterattacks with ammunition that had bottomed out were futile, but that was to be expected, both men who were already familiar with the fighting style understood that their opponents would not be simply crashed.

But time wasn't on their side, Mu couldn't remember the number of times he'd paid attention to the fuel margin of the hull, the flips and evasions were steadily consuming the already scarce fuel, he tried to control how hard he pressed the pedal, but in the moment of distraction, a wire-controlled gun barrel was shot out with a series of bullet holes before spiraling out of control into a tumbling ball of fire.

Once again, Mobius missed his opponent, and Mu was acutely aware that there were no longer two lines of fire following from the rear, but only one. But the MA didn't have the ability to turn in place, he opened the interceptor gate wide again, and the MA drew a rounded arc while the fire snakes that should have been jumping around the fuselage suspiciously disappeared.

---Gosh.

The red light of the fuel depletion continued to blink in the cockpit, and Mu suddenly realized what his opponent had done, and all that was left of the main screen directly in front of the MA that turned the nose was a twisted hole in the inner wall of the spindle and the interior of the satellite hidden through it, the locked aperture dazedly spinning in the screen, and the Moebius, who had lost propulsion by inertia, slowly plummeted down towards the smoky wreckage of the street as well.

-------.

The momentary silence in the cockpit made Kira realize what he'd done, and the grip of the joystick in his hand and the arcing MS wreckage on the main screen told him that he wasn't dreaming. But there was something else floating in front of him that made him wonder about the reality of the world in front of him, the familiar green eyes that were shielded behind a transparent visor but he would never mistake for anything else, and the unfamiliar sharp blades beneath.

"...Aslan?" He seemed to shout the name unconsciously, and the other man's blade seemed to stop sharply.

Memories seem to be ambiguous because of this rapidly changing world

Did that really happen? Subconsciously, the teenager hoped that this reunion belonged only to a dream.

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7. Old Times (Medium)

He felt as if it was the first time his brain was thinking about so many matters at once, and he was barely beginning to think about what had happened in the first place when everything seemed to be temporarily over.

He remembered that moment when the figure in red tumbled out of the side, and almost simultaneously, the female officer let out a low cry of a shot, as if without thinking, he stepped forward and exposed himself to the other man's firing line. But a second round was never fired from the black muzzle (*Zaft's pistols were known for their poor quality and tendency to jam, supposedly due to the adjuster's tendency to use cold weapons at close range), the pistol was tossed to the side in what seemed to be a fairly skillful motion, and the assailant raised his head as well as his wrist, which held the combat knife.

He couldn't remember if he had subconsciously called out his friend's name at that moment or if the assailant had called out his name first, but the familiar green eyes had lingered in his mind ever since.

He had to swallow the bitter truth as he felt the feel of the joystick in his hands, but after all, when he parted from his friend, the destination he was heading to was PLANT, and now that the war is enveloping Plant, his friend, who has a strong desire to win and an excellent talent, also has the motivation to fight.