Gundam Fire Still

"Our Orb's principle is a peaceful foreign policy of not invading other countries, nor allowing them to invade, nor intervening in their disputes..."

"But the PLANT's neutron jamming drop also had a major impact on the ORB's power supply, didn't it?"

"But that is not a reason for us to deviate from our principles...."

"There are different voices in the ORB and overseas regarding such a principle proposed by Representative Asha, then..."

"The policy of implementing neutrality proposed by Representative Asha, whom we elected in accordance with the Constitution, is widely supported by all parties in our country......."

How did things come to this? In the face of the bombardment from the media, Obu's Foreign Ministry spokesman Fukuda is in such a state of confusion that Obu's diplomacy has always maintained the principle of even-handed neutrality, with no enemies or friends, and both adjusters and natural persons alike, and his own work is nothing more than repeating the known facts and expressing his willingness not to engage in war. And the citizens of Orb have effectively received the benefits of peace and neutrality and have rallied under the rather ancient, but still vital, banner of the House of Asha. Looking at half of the globe in the midst of war, the Obu people themselves, enjoying peace, did not question their own principled position. But why? Is it just a rumor from some unknown source that is upsetting all of this?

He didn't notice his assistant's pale face and opened the note without a care in the world.

"The latest urgent news, Heliopolis... What ...."

Thinking seemed to have become pointless, a mind weakened by Ob's long lack of novelty had never anticipated such a thing, the flashes and noise still continued, but he seemed to have lost control of his lips and tongue, which had long been accustomed to a thousand speeches, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

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Cosmic Heliopolis.

Near the wreckage

Encrypted radio waves passed through the void, weakened by neutron interference until they were confused with the background clutter of the universe, but there were still devices in this space that could receive it and translate it into meaningful words, as well as people who watched the devices.

"Reid, I know you're listening there, Reid . Weller, whiskey drinker, you're probably the only person in this airspace who would use this frequency band and this encryption."

"A mercenary? Or a junk dealer? Condors and hyenas that plunder nutrients from corpses have really good noses."

"Then the one standing behind you is an ORB, right."

"To push you to the point where you're using that frequency band for enemy entrapment, it really is ORB, isn't it. Short-sighted and indecisive, they want to hire you to silence you, and then they don't trust you."

"That's enough of you, Roy." A reply came after a long silence, "It's better to shut up if you're not going to talk business."

"I don't have that kind of money to spare, but if you want to talk, what do you want to talk about... ORB seems to have a lot more here."

"Hell, you've been sold two copies of your information, and I can't say much about ORB's private goods."

"I figured they'd have something to hide, it looks like that 'corpse' pleased you guys."

"Shut up."

A fat man on a transport ship with a snake tail logo helplessly shut down the comm channel, "Is that guy, after being set upon by Zaft, getting serious?"

In the other corner of the Universe, in the communications room of the Archangel, Roy, with a smirk, added a new subheading to his report.

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11.Questions and Answers

"What's your name?"

"Age? Date of birth?"

Just as expected, a monotonous and hard question, with no emotion in his voice.

This will go down just fine, the teenager told himself, as he answered the boring question truthfully. There was no protesting stance of his own, the result of quiet reflection in that cramped cockpit a few hours ago, watching the cluster of debris floating on the screen.

It was but a few hours ago.

Looking at the wreckage of the entire world one had once lived and studied floating around, mixed with the fragments and signs of familiar buildings, the old life was completely not coming back, and it was enough to come to that conclusion without thinking, but what to do next? He forced his already somewhat overheated brain to think.

"You're an adjuster, aren't you?" The two Combine pilots asked the question at the same time as he stepped out of the cockpit with flimsy steps, and he could only nod in silence, which didn't surprise him at all, even though everyone knew that Orb was a nation that treated Adjusters equally, these Combines still reacted unkindly to Adjusters. As he watched the Union soldiers raise and then lower their guns, he couldn't help but feel a bit lucky, what happened to himself involved in a covert operation in a war was probably possible, no one had warned of the Union forces, no one had warned of Zaft's arrival, and then it was all over when the Obu natives of the colonial satellite knew nothing about it.

But he hadn't anticipated the next development, the lifeboat that he had brought back with a flicker of an SOS signal was opened, and from it emerged the fluttering red hair and the familiar female voice that came with it, the girl who had occupied his brain once more.

The world in his field of vision seemed to split into two halves in this way; on one side, the scene of a joyous and excited reunion with the laughter of classmates and friends, and on the other, the loaded soldiers and the officers with heavy faces and eyes of surprise and apprehension. Probably the more rational thinking brought on by the Adjuster, the sight before him did not seem to bring any sense of anomaly to his mind, and though his friends who were natural men stood in his way as if to protect him, there was nothing out of the ordinary in his own eyes in the conduct of those combined troops, who would have shot whoever was in the way if they had tried to exterminate them.

"What's all the fuss about. 'Heliopolis' is a colonial satellite of a neutral nation. It's not surprising that coordinators who don't want to get caught up in the war would move here." The female officer who had pulled herself into the cockpit said so.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect to cause such a big commotion." Looking at the teenagers' somewhat panicked reactions, the tall blonde pilot spoke apologetically but with an innocent tone of voice

"But having a civilian drive this thing and enter the fray is by no means a state of affairs that can be carried away." Another blonde officer with somewhat different epaulettes said this, his face struck the teen as familiar, then he turned to the adjuster boy with a grin "While I appreciate your help, you've given us a mountain of extra reports to write."

"Captain, we don't have much time to waste," the grey-haired middle-aged man came up from the back of the officer's row, "Get someone to arrange for these refugees, we have a lot to discuss. As for you, we'll have a lot of questions to ask you."

The last words were thrown in his face hard and without a hint of friendliness, the teenager knew this was going to happen eventually so he didn't react, he knew he needed the rest, as well as the thought, something he could never say.

"Are you sure you can't drive that thing?" Roy looked up at the grey-white steel giant that had turned into the little tech captain girl who was dispatching the troublesome civilians. Even as an intelligence officer unfamiliar with the ship, he knew that this was not the job of a captain at all, what everyone should be doing in the face of a mess was doing their jobs, but at least there was the old man sitting in the bridge and he needed to get his job done.

"Your partner has asked the same question, Lieutenant, and still can't do it." Carl shook his head in frustration, "If we use the current system, we can't react fast enough to keep up with the required operations, and we have trouble completing basic movements."

"So it's not even good enough to be a target plane." Mu still had that wistful tone, even if the content of it wasn't a happy fact.

"It might be better with the Ginn system I'm using now, but the underlying architecture of the program is probably incompatible, and if you have to adjust the code of the joints and jets to fit the new body, not only will time not allow it, but the extra jets this body has, the backpack system, and the program are all blank. If you have to, it can probably be used as a target plane."

"So, what happens if you don't let G strike?" Roy tapped his fingers against the armoured bulkhead of the hangar, "Your MS and MA combatants ..."

"Ginn's in good shape, and as for Zero, refit Head Maddock! How is it doing?"

"What, what did you say? That MA?" The man with the stubbled face had the typical appearance of a man whose profession one could guess at first glance, "That thing is flying out now no problem, but only two of the wire cannons are intact, the other two could probably be removed for spare parts if they could be towed back, but they're floating out there now and we won't be able to find them, the good news is that there is plenty of ammunition for the rail gun. The."

"Hell, that's why you need to use all the available war power, right?" The intelligence officer turned around helplessly, even though the two pilots present were not generalists, one was a loner who was good at hunting and the other was a squad leader who lacked a crew, it was indeed tough to fight a possible chasing force with just two airframes that lacked heavy firepower.

The next mission, then, was the teenager.

"The reason you didn't take refuge is because you went after that stranger, right?" Jan tried to ask the question in a milder manner, but the civilian boy seemed ready to answer each of these questions as if he were responding to an interrogation.

"It's like this." Continuing with the flat reply, but Roy felt the teenager's body seem to shake a little.

"Is he a visitor who doesn't know his way around?"

"No, no."

"So...." Jan froze, it was the first answer he had expected, "So did he tell you why he didn't go to the asylum?"

"Yes, she said she was going to confirm something."

"Next, you'll see ...."

"Wait," Roy stopped his junior with a gesture, the techie noticing an interesting piece of information. "You used the negative usage when you mentioned the stranger, didn't you?"

"Yes, she's a female, a very young female." For the first time, the teenager added to his answer.

"So, the MS she saw, that's what she was trying to confirm? What did she say?"