Gundam Fire Still

FRED. Young shook his head, he knew those guys should be dead as well.

"Listen, I'm going to recover Mu's MA and keep an eye on that kid by the way, the rest of you get the ship ready for sailing, no comment, Captain?"

A few minutes later, the ship's communications rang out. "Captain Lamias, Ensign Bucky Lulu! Please come to the bridge immediately!"

"What's going on here?" After having a hard time settling the civilians involved, the new captain walked into the bridge of her familiar, but suddenly unfamiliar, ship with a hint of bewilderment, and she noticed the old man sitting in the comm position.

"I've received an interesting, encrypted message in a joint format," Riker. Eisenhorn a message to the captain's terminal, projected in front of the tiny remaining officer corps of the United.

"Zaft will have heavy equipment MS on the move, I will rendezvous with this team immediately - L.G."

Young was slightly relieved, it seemed his immediate superior was alive and listening to the other side's communications; but from the content this was completely bad news, the Union had to meet it head on, but none of the one thing was sufficient.

Marius. Lamias, the technical captain, never imagined she'd be sitting in the captain's command chair, and now she had to look down on the entire bridge from this unfamiliar vantage point - all while dealing with a menacing enemy.

"The 'Archangel' is ready to sail! All personnel to combat positions one! Prepare for MS combat."

Barely spitting out the orders she remembered should be uttered, there didn't seem to be much dissent being voiced on the bridge that was starting to get busy. Forcing down the anxiety caused by watching an empty spot on the bridge, it was probably a blessing in disguise that at least the positions regarding fire control were already occupied. This brand new ship wasn't a fat piece of meat to be slaughtered by MS, Marius was so convinced.

"I'm sure things aren't that bad." Sitting down in the second fire control officer's seat, Fred . Yang suddenly thought of something, "Your ship found two Zaft ships out there right?"

With no airframe to fly and taking over another console Mu made a positive statement, so a smile appeared on the tech lieutenant's face, "Now the other side has two Ginn down in the satellite and a CUGU wounded, outside the satellite they lost one Ginn and one wounded, and the zaft's ship has a max load of

, based on the presumption that it's five to six; assuming they're prepared to keep an eye on the G here, then it's only right that the other side would leave the appropriate slots on the ships, so they can strike this time with two intact Ginn, at most."

"I hope so, but saying that in the battle stations under first combat readiness isn't exactly in order."

Ensign Bucky Lulu didn't hide her icy tone.

"MS level heat signatures detected, number four, approaching medium, comparison database confirmed, Ginn.

3, and one is, more likely than not, identified as.

X303 Holy Shield."

The old man's report sounded calm as if nothing had happened. But with the silhouette of Ginn, who was captured by optical observation and projected onto the large screen holding a missile launcher against the ship and carrying a heavy particle cannon, and a flash of a red hull, the entire atmosphere of the bridge then went cold.

"I can't believe it's already in actual combat...!" Marius hammered her clenched fist against the armrest of the seat, a body she would never mistake for an airframe. The red giant that herself, along with the other engineers, had watched it slowly take shape day by day, from the blueprints to the skeleton to the energy wiring and weapon carriers. It was almost as if she had built it with her own hands, but it had been taken away from her, along with the lives of her colleagues who had worked so hard on it, and now it was back, flaunting its power to those who had built it. We must shoot that guy down! Marius . Lamias, once thought to be a genius, the technical captain's brain filled with designs and formulas was filled for the first time with the determination to fight.

"Prepare anti-air missiles for composite radar-laser guidance." Ren.

CIC's Natal was the first to react.

"Solid bombs are useless against phased armor, main gun radar linked, particle beam maximum dispersion, magnetic rail gun beginning to recharge! This ship has the highest priority to disengage 'Heliopolis'. No, suspend takeoff procedures. Roy. Has Captain Gale arrived yet?" Marius frowned, a ship docked on a field with no cover was the best target.

"External cameras spotted the silhouette!"

"Missile approaching!"

From the main screen of Ginn's cockpit, the large white ship appeared to be conspicuous against a sore satellite interior and a still slowly rising column of black smoke; it was motionless, and without the radar scan alerts and laser alarms ringing in his ears, it appeared to be lying among the wreckage as well, one of the most intact of the wreckage. The beeping of the lock complete had been in his ears, but he maneuvered the hull for a small traverse to get a better angle of attack; the heavily loaded Ginn moved a little awkwardly, but it was the whales' general, massive ships that were really awkward. A thin line of anti-aircraft fire began to spill out of the dead average ship, but it still didn't move, maybe an engine failure? Or what about trying to protect a fragile abdomen? In any case, it had been firmly set with a locking aperture that represented death, and the flush-fire heavy-to-ship-versus-fortress warheads were enough to fatally damage the ship even if only one hit. White jets of smoke began to stretch out from the ship, the stupid anti-aircraft rounds would only stare down at their initial target rather than intercept the heavy warheads that were more deadly to the target they were trying to protect; the button above the joystick was pressed and the killer on the launcher was already in an irreversible firing sequence, the massive shells would be ignited in turn, then run towards it with hundreds of kilograms of high energy explosives Objectives;? The red friendly plane that popped up on the side screen seemed to have been flown by some red team member with a prominent background, right? But why was it racing off in the other direction? New alarms began to sound in the cockpit, a new window popped up on the side of the main screen, something seemed to move in the shadows of the building wreckage, and at the same time, something seemed to glow on the side of the ship that remained stationary.

The regulations against violent maneuvers when firing heavy anti-ship rounds were momentarily thrown to the back of one's mind and the nozzle on one side of the fuselage was activated, but at the same time, the third missile, spewing flames and about to leave the launcher, gave the fuselage a thrust in the wrong direction, and the image on the main screen spun for an instant before it could be manipulated to change out, a straight line extending from the ship and cutting through space in an instant had already taken the other end and the Ginn connected, followed by a screeching crash and flames that instantly engulfed everything.

Green particle beams swept through the sparse mass of missiles, and the main gun took maximum diffuse fire successfully decoying most of the heavy missiles fired at the ship, while the previously fired anti-aircraft missile swarm forced Ginn to switch to evasive and intercept after the round was over.

"Hell" Carl watched helplessly as the two ignited heavy missiles flung themselves off the broken wreckage of Ginn and into the direction of nothing but the inner walls of the colonial satellite. There was no room left to protect the satellite, the blue and white painted Ginn fired a burst of fire into the sky, an anti-ship missile that had missed the ship's near fire netting turned into a fireball again, and the Archangel had lit its engines and begun to accelerate, the two remaining Ginn scattered violently, they decisively abandoned their missile launchers, retook their machine guns and lit one in the tail of the diffuse anti-aircraft missiles Fireball. But in the other direction, he saw the red G plunging straight down from the sky, aiming for the very same one the teenager was piloting, the only remaining fruit in the Union's hand.

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10. Fallout

Earth orbit, Spaceborne Early Warning Observatory, Hubble III

Neutron jamming equipment scattered throughout Earth and near-Earth orbit has greatly reduced the propagation of radio waves, but this does not mean that people are happy to be blind; in fact, at higher frequencies, neutron jamming is not as effective as it could be. Hubble III, once a giant eye used by Earth astronomers to observe the depths of the universe, has become part of the Earth's Joint Cosmic Defense System, as reflected in its space structure. The main lens of the giant space telescope would periodically rotate - which would consume considerable fuel - and then take pictures at certain angles, one of which was now being displayed on the screen the captain on duty was staring at. The high-resolution photo was of a bland cloud of debris, a mixture of metal frames and rock fragments, but just fragments, no points of light in the assembly or a huge facility under construction. But why did you think something was wrong? The astronomy graduate duty officer frowned again as he examined the clear image before him, a cloud of debris in the process of forming, the only one of the pictures taken by Hubble III this turnaround that struck him as unusual. He was familiar with every picture that had been taken, and the starry background on this one was indeed familiar to him, except, indeed, for that strange-looking piece of debris.

He turned around sharply, "Anderson, get me the video image taken by the auxiliary camera during the last slew cycle of the main camera, quickly."

He began tapping away at the communications panel, perhaps the two technical officers who had come to install the experimental communications equipment wouldn't have expected it to come in handy so soon, and perhaps in a big way. This was not at all a state of affairs that could be slowed down in a dinghy to report near a signal relay point.

A flash of light was fleeting in the clouds gathering over the North American continent.

Cheyenne Mountain, North American Space Defense Command

"Space early warning observatory

Emergency laser communication from Hubble III, sir." The senior duty officer's second-in-command sent a warning icon to his superior's terminal.

"That experimental system? It's not time for a timed test yet, is it?" The senior duty officer was surprised to see the sign that stood for emergency, he thought of many possible bad news in his mind and after a glance at the screen the surprise on his face turned to nervousness, but after a few seconds it eased up again.

"Have them transmit the specific data down; then send a report to the Commander-in-Chief of the Cosmic Forces in Washington and the Moonface." The officer finished to his deputy and picked up the microphone as well, knowing he'd better report this to his immediate superior.

Some time later, Washington

Langley Central Intelligence Agency

Bill. Hayden, the head of the Intelligence Fusion, walked into the familiar room again. It was the same as it had been when he was the deputy director of intelligence here, and everything was the same at Langley, where he sat down comfortably on a couch in the lounge connected to his office, with some sweet cookies and a file on the coffee table in front of the couch. He'd pretty much figured out what was going on, the new information was coming from an observatory in space, which was telling, and he remembered that recent move by the Intelligence Convergence.

"I think you can guess the not-so-good news, Uncle Billy," CIA Director Thomas . Henriksen sat down as well, "but we need to discuss what we're going to do next."

"The ORB guys screwed up didn't they? I mean it's worse than we thought. I heard earlier that there was some... Things. Yeah? Tom 'Bill' Hayden looked up, as if thinking about something.

"Yes, old chap, now, there's no such thing as Heliopolis anymore, and Zaft is crazier than we expected."

"Or perhaps it was smarter, too, that they just smashed the board," he paused, seeming to notice the smile on his old colleague's face, "No, it was just a square on the board, one of our pieces ...?"

"Yes, our analysts were able to discern something from the data." Thomas pulled a few images out of the folder, "This is the latest picture taken by the Hubble III, we had it burn more fuel outside of its scheduled rotation time, so we captured some interesting things. Like this one."

"Looks like some of them are still alive, don't they? Of course, I should have thought, they wouldn't have demolished that satellite without a fight. Looks like they did a good job, look at the trajectory of those heat sources, well, two decoys and a real one, good tactics."

"I hope Rick survives," the CIA director nodded, knowing his old colleague was also thinking of the old man from the budget committee they'd had some dealings with "but I can't confirm that, and the boy you sent there, and you know anything can happen on the battlefield. "

"In that case, is the action on Earth going on as usual?"

"That's for sure. the ORB is in for a treat," the CIA host activated the terminal on the wall, "the news is out there, and I think the press will find out soon enough, even without us."

****

Across the Ocean, ORB

press conference

"May I ask Spokesman Fukuda what the ORB's official view is regarding the clash between the Combine and Zaft near Heliopolis?"

"So far, it's just a rumor, and it's hard for Orb to react to rumors accordingly, whether it's true or not, we still adhere to the principle of non-interference and involvement in other countries' disputes..."

"In other words, the ORB will still maintain the principle of neutrality even if the battle occurs near the ORB, right? Well, if the war spills over into ORB territory."