Gundam Fire Still

"How could this be? How could this be?" The teenager leaned against the wall and muttered helplessly, those who were no matter how they looked at the "good" people, not only failed to ease the conflict, no, on the contrary, they lost their lives, but became the driving force behind the intensification of the conflict, "Why, why? Are those people wrong?" The young man shook his head in bewilderment, the face of his long-lost friend resurfacing in his mind.

"-I think my father is taking things too seriously."

In the parting moment he said so, and the penetrating green pupils showed a maturity above that age

"PLANT and Earth aren't going to war."

But he was wrong after all, and the friend who was rarely wrong was wrong after all, and the war came anyway, and the precursors had surfaced long ago. But there was also the saying fulfilled.

"-we shall surely meet again."

He was so convinced of this that it was like a wish, and so it was granted. When the once best friends looked at each other, it was the cold blade between them, and the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air, a sight that was beyond both of their expectations.

The good Aslan hated war, the teenager tried to convince himself, but the red MS that pounced from the sky and the familiar voice that sounded in his headset at that same time forced him to face the truth.

Why? What the hell is wrong with that? Why does everything seem like a mistake.

"Why? Probably everyone will have a different answer to that. But at the very least, we have to acknowledge the fact that it's already happened, and acknowledging the truth doesn't make it any worse,"

The voice of that Earth military pilot rang in my ears, and in retrospect, it seemed to be the same male who had warned me to be careful in the satellite.

"As you've heard, war is something that talks of no justice, and when it comes upon us, we as soldiers must stand up to it. There's no way we can force you into this war, but if you have a decision to make, come to the waiting room."

Leaving the back of a smiling pilot and the old man to disappear down the hallway around the corner, the teenager turned his face to face the iron-grey giant once more, the forked V-antenna and a face that bore some resemblance to a human face gave him the illusion that it might be telling him an answer, but the machine remained silent after all.

"Yo, Junior, there you are" new human voice came from behind, representative of the hangdog voice, the tall blonde mechanic appeared in front of the young man with his usual smile, "Don't put on such a bad face, it seems those two guys talk to you a bit too much. " Seemingly recognizing the somewhat gloomy expression of the teenager, the blond man also pursed his lips slightly in a smile.

"There's actually no need to think too much about it, kid."

"But, aren't you also a soldier? Why do you "

"What? A reason to fight? Jesus, what kind of stuff has that guy been telling you?" The blond man held his forehead helplessly, "There's no need to think so much, kid. If we don't fight, we won't be able to protect anything, it's as simple as that, and no one in the world would like a meaningless battle. What we need to protect now is this ship, right? The ones who can do that are me and that guy, the ones on the bridge, and probably you."

"Oh, do you hate war? That's right. Most people would hate that. But you can't wait to die if you're hit in the face, right? In any case, if a fight starts, me and the guy will definitely do our best." The blond man pointed his thumb in the direction where the other pilot had disappeared, "That guy and the old man probably talked a little too much, but he's also a pretty good fighter."

"Hey, relax a little," the blond pilot patted the teen's taut shoulders, "If we're lucky, maybe Zaft won't even catch up oh? After all, they've lost several Ginn already."

As if on pins and needles, the ship's radio went off as the man's voice trailed off.

"Enemy ship shadow spotted! We have enemy ships in sight! Take the first combat position! Those with military records take their places at once!"

"Ahhhh, what misfortune. See you then, kiddo."

The blond man smiled awkwardly, but didn't change his cheerful tone, and then disappeared around the same corner along with his footsteps.

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Well, the writing is still slow, and I can only say that I'm trying my best not to be a supervillain, but I'm a guy who's in a group with frogs and fish, so I guess I can't say that credibly. P.S, I haven't read the review section for a while, and it's nice to see that there are a lot of people available on the Fodder Signs side.

14. The smoke of war

"The situation we're facing now is as follows, according to the bridge report, Zaft's Nazca class is making a change of course from a course parallel to ours, and is scheduled to appear ahead of us; and the Loraxia class has also been spotted by us, positioned behind us, and is accelerating. That is to say, they have succeeded in reaching the posture of encircling us. However, our existing advantage is that the present ship has not been spotted yet, and the distance between the two opposing ships is far enough to make it difficult for them to support each other...."

"Simply put, we can break through one of them and then escape to seek support from the friendly base ahead." Mu snatched the words from his own seemingly embarrassed colleague and began to curve a few curves on the big screen, and he was pleased to see the teenager who had walked in silently smile slightly.

"I'll go first and sneak up on the NASCAR ahead while their attention is drawn to the ship, you guys cover the Archangel, Carl, you know very well I'm more used to going solo, and inertial sailing MA is preferable to MS as well." Noting the inquiring look on his fellow officer's face, Mu promptly explained, but kept the other reason to himself, "Anyway, the battleship and the kid are on your hands."

Rau. Roo. Kruse, the opponent who always had some kind of strange sense, although it was still unclear who it was and where this inexplicable sense came from, but the loss he had suffered in Heliopolis before, this time it was probably time to pay back. As he buckled his helmet and eased his body into the cockpit of the Möbius 0, he knew he was smiling expectantly.

Kira slowly buckled his helmet over his head, knowing that he hadn't yet thought about it, not yet knowing if he had the awareness to fire at the enemy. While this had actually been done already, when he had swung his armor-breaking knife down at that Ginn, when he had fired at that MS in the satellite, the scenes that were so clearly etched in his memory still seemed to lack reality.

But that would at least prove that he could do it.

The teenager told himself that.

Just a few minutes ago, as he watched his classmates and friends put on their uniforms and walk to the bridge, his own decision had been made. Nothing to do with the military, nothing to do with justice, simply, to protect them, to protect their friends who had walked onto the bridge to protect more people, and the refugees who had been rescued from the ship by their own hands from the universe. If the ship was sunk here, those who were saved by their own hands would probably die here as well, and then their own good intentions would instead become the culprit that triggered their deaths. No, it shouldn't be like this, should it?

Flashbacks of the pretty side face of that red-haired girl crossed my mind, she, too, was one of the people who had been rescued by herself.

The sound of the fuselage's activation began to sound along with the throbbing of fingertips, the slowly lit main screen showing the image directly in front of it, and the hooting and hollering of the entire readiness squad around the fuselage began to be heard in the ears, mixed with the mechanical sounds of cranes and support frames moving.

"-Kira."

A familiar female voice sounded from ear to ear, and the face of a familiar friend popped up on the screen above the side.

"Miria?"

Wearing a headset microphone, Miriallia, a former classmate who had already donned the uniform of the Union, looked like a serious person on the screen.

"I'll be in charge from now on,

MS and

MA

The battle control is up. ...More advice."

As if the back of the screen could see the grinning face of a real Earth Army soldier, Kira couldn't help but also raise the corners of her mouth slightly

"In a minute you're going to install 'air combat gear'. As soon as the Archangel fires up its engines, the enemy will be coming right at us, okay?"

"Yes," the auxiliary camera on the back had projected the moving crane and equipment rack to the corner of the screen, the glider-type backpack with four sets of rocket-assisted nozzles was positioned in the back port, then the confirmation lights for the 57mm beam rifle and the two beam sabers collected on the shoulders were both lit up on the main screen.

"Backpack self-test complete, no abnormalities on all machines, raid Gundam strike preparation complete."

"You called it a Gundam, didn't you? It's a good name." The Earth military pilot who had been silent suddenly whispered over the comm channel.

Meanwhile, the bridge of the ship

"Main gun ready, target forward NASCAR class, engine start ready."

Marius gave instructions in a calm voice, but her hand was still firmly gripped on the captain's chair's armrest. The atmosphere throughout the bridge, and probably the same, whether it was the students helping or the surviving soldiers, was beginning to look calm after the previous battle when they broke away from the satellite, but the fact that their own side was actively firing at the superior enemy made the air take on a tense flavor.

Main gun Gottfried on both sides.

The MK71 slowly unfurled the duplex.

225cm particle beam accelerator, the range measuring laser beam was pointed at its target. It wasn't a suitable distance for a cannonade, the time it took from laser illumination to particle beam arrival was enough for the target to evade, but the tactic now was to emphasize the ship's presence as much as possible in order to create opportunities for the sneak attackers, saving particle inventory and the like had to be put aside.

"Main gun firing, while engines start."

Light green shafts of light erupted out, pointing directly at the target across the void, while the roar of the fusion rocket thrusters resounded throughout the ship. The vibrations were clearly felt even in the MS's cockpit.

"Note that the number of MS the enemy may be fielding is 4. The body is probably an X-series that was just taken, as the other side has no other MS to send," Fred. Young informed the MS pilot's comm channel, "While the other side has PS armor, it's not full body coverage, and even with PS armor, the energy drain to resist fire is high..."

"Okay, cut the crap, MS ready to strike. Forward NASCAR class MS strike confirmed, only one machine, a Holy Shield Gundam."