Gundam Fire Still

Carl could clearly hear the boy draw a breath of cold air from his headset. Remembering the strange scene of the two planes facing off against each other back in Heliopolis, he felt that he had probably guessed something. But now, it was just a matter of trusting that teenager's determination. He had never intended to command the folk teenager like a normal pilot, this teenager who seemed to have some sort of potential wasn't fit to be a cog in a machine that worked with precision, letting him slowly learn the rhythm of battle, giving aid when necessary would be enough, there was no room to practice coordination now, and in the worst case scenario, if he could hold off that plane, no matter what, then It was to reduce the enemy's combat power by a quarter.

The airlock in front of the attack channel opened slowly, revealing a shimmering, endless sea of stars, and for a moment the illusion of being inhaled came back to the young man's mind, and the hand that held the joystick trembled for a moment.

"Kira! The 'Raid Gundam' is going to be on the move!"

The familiar voice of her partner silenced the illusion for a moment, and the face of her partner behind her emerged from her mind one by one.

"Kira. Yamato! 'Gundam', move out!"

The impact of the projectile came from behind, and in the next instant, the sea of stars pounded in.

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Keep updating slowly, but time is still tight lately, but it looks like we're updating pretty regularly lately.

As for the SC guys, we're going to worship them, there's a lot to learn. My style of writing should be a little fresh, we can't learn the frog style of sitting on the bridge and laughing; and the SC guys, I personally think, prefer big regiments, big battles, multiple turrets, and then kill the adjusters. The three views here are probably too mild in their opinion.

Well, the level of SC is very high. Let's not pull down the SC average.

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15.Encounter - the second of its kind The Hard Trigger to Pull

"Enemy ship aft, MS strike confirmed, number, 3, type, X-series...."

The radar officer on the bridge continued to report the situation, and his voice carried over to the cockpit of the raid as the radio waves, not yet muted by neutron interference, reached the ship. But the teenager was oblivious to it, he merely gripped the joystick and kept his eyes firmly on the screen, the lone, straight line of rapidly approaching red dots.

X303.Holy Shield, the name had been firmly imprinted in his mind, and the figure of the friend appeared side by side, but not the friend who smiled at the parting, but the face that looked across the blade on the battlefield that was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

In a moment, the distance had been drawn in, the naked eye could also catch the approaching flickering jet of light, and the onboard computer, as it had been set up, compared the captured shadow to the heat source and projected it onto the side of the screen, a full-body red MS, with sharp folded corners at the end of its limbs, and a face, also with two eyes, the usual look of a human face.

An image of such a face caught in an aiming circle came unconsciously to mind, and he remembered the shadow of the machine, recently branded, as clear as it had been just moments before, so the familiar voice began to echo in his ears again.

It was still from when he was still in Heliopolis.

"Kira... Kira. Yamato!" "Is it really Kira? Is that you?"

The friendly's words hammered into his mind as he sat in the cockpit, the red silhouette already locked in place, the greatsword in the airframe's hand ready to be wielded at any moment, but the finger trembling away from the trigger, hovering slightly over the radio control panel.

Not knowing what to answer, or what to ask; what had been saved up over the years, what wanted to be said to a friend, piled up at the back of his throat, but stuck for a moment, dissipated in the flames and smoke that rose up around him, there were a million things to ask, why did you join the army, why was the army here, why, was it different from what was promised? But there was no way to ask. A moment of hesitation seemed to have passed for a long time, and eventually the finger fell on the answer button, and all that came out of his mouth was the name of his friend. "Aslan? ...Aslan. Sara?"

silence

The steam trails trailing from the missiles Ginn and the ship were firing at each other traced weird patterns in the air; the orange lines of fire from the tracer chains swept through the air and then disappeared; the missiles that missed their targets slammed into buildings and streets, scattering structures dragging fire and smoke onto the surface of the satellite; green beams of heavy particles swept a scorch across the streets and buildings. "Hey, kid, what's going on?" The Earth Army man's voice rang out over the headset; the white ship slowly leaving the ground that had begun to show cracks.

It all seemed to become meaningless to him, this corner of the battlefield was strangely frozen, the two MS stood face to face without a single movement, the electromagnetic waves never exchanged another hint of information, the explosions and burning seemed to be mere irrelevant background noise, the soaring flames and swirling sand and stones seemed to be mere background to the curtain.

"Why?" The same questions erupted from both sides simultaneously, as if the few seconds of silence between them were a gestalt, from confusion to conviction, from conviction to shock, and the thousand words that had been blocked were replaced by a brief questioning.

There was no longer a chance to answer, the earth cracked from beneath its feet for an instant, the turbulent currents of air yanking the fuselage down hard into the blackened fissure, fragments of buildings and vehicles flying through the void like dead leaves, and from the outside of the fuselage there was a constant crash of debris. The crumbling road sliced in front of the fuselage, the red silhouette that had been facing it going nowhere in the blink of an eye, replaced by a sprawling void of floating debris.

Still empty, shimmering with starbursts of light, the lockdown alarm in his ears had sounded, followed by a more urgent proximity alert tone, but he didn't move, and the airframe continued to maintain its forward form. On the main screen directly in front of him, the crimson humanoid had grown closer.

The two planes were staggering as if they didn't see each other, but in the cockpit, the hand that held the joystick was trembling slightly.

"--Kira!" Friendly's voice rang out for a moment after the stagger.

"Stop! We're not the enemy! Right or wrong!" The machine gently gyrated and turned around, only to find that the other had made the same maneuver.

The young man was momentarily speechless. What was an enemy? Not yet having any intuitive impression of the term, the one sitting in that opposite body was, indeed, Hour's best friend. This was originally, also a war that had nothing to do with you.

"Why do you, who are also an Adjuster, have to fight us?" Friendly's angry questioning seems to make up for what he failed to ask last time

He didn't know if the sting in his heart came from the words of his friend or from the Adjuster, an identity he didn't know whether to be proud of or sad about. As an Adjuster, shouldn't one fight against fellow Adjusters?

No, something wasn't right about this, though he didn't know why, but his brain was shrouded in the cloud called confusion.

"Why are you in the Earth Army camp? Why is it on top of this body?"

The friend's voice was a mixture of anger and urgency, but did nothing to clear the confusion from his mind, but, at least, he had enough, to respond.

"I'm not an Earth army, it's just that I have company on that ship."

On the side screen, the Archangel was already spewing out a catapult, orange lines of fire and green beams of particles occasionally intersecting the ship's perimeter. The nozzle on the side of the fuselage activated and the fuselage shifted slightly, but the figure of the ship that had begun to project on the main screen was again blocked by the red figure. The lockdown alarm continues to sound, and the beam saber is now lit up in the hands of the Shield Gundam.

"You're the one...why are you in Zavoth! Haven't you said yourself that you hate war the most?" A hesitant retort, suppressing the old scenario that came to mind as he flicked his fingers on the keyboard and the beam saber was now in the body's hand, the Commodore already firmly set in front of him, though he still wasn't sure if he could pull the trigger on his friend.

"No. Why do you want to protect the Earthforce ship? Why do you want to help the naturals?"

"There are my friends there, people up there that I want to protect. And why are you, ZAFT, destroying Heliopolis?" The teenager who had been blocked and questioned for a long time also finally addressed the obstruction with an angry question, "Why must the Adjuster, then, make an enemy of the natural man?"

For an instant, the communication channel fell silent.

But on the battlefield, the silence so unwarranted was also broken in an instant, and that Earth Army pilot's voice suddenly sounded from another frequency band

"Look out, there's an enemy plane heading your way."

At the same time, it was from the side, a new radar scan alert. He had stepped on the pedal when the alert suddenly became shrill and the other side's radar switched from scanning to locking. Green particle beams sliced across the face of the fuselage, then loomed over the two-tone blue and white silhouette that seemed either completely unconcerned about the possibility of impact, or fully confident in its skill, the fuselage sliced through the narrow gap between the two opposing machines. The moment the silhouette swept past the center of the screen's quasi-star, both the head cannon and the beam sword in his hand were enough to hit the target, but Kira didn't pull the trigger, even if his reflexes allowed him enough to seize the opportunity, even if he also knew that the other side was undoubtedly going to shoot itself down with the beam just now.

"What are you dawdling about? Aslan!" Berserk voices erupted over the public channel. The teen, however, had no time to express surprise that Zaft was even using the public channel so much, as green particle beams continued to slice across the side of the hull, and he could only press the pedal hard while constantly adjusting the opening and closing of the auxiliary jets and the position of the fuselage's hands and feet, using the combined effect of the jets and AMBAC to make the hull cut a twisting path, the G-force and the pressure from the enemy behind him choking the teen. The flashes of battle fire around the ship were still projected on the side screens, but the teen's attention was already held by the enemy in hot pursuit behind him. A new beep suddenly sounded in the cockpit, already too busy to pay attention to the teenager was disturbed by it, and at the same time saw a short pulse from the battleship in the corner of the screen and a scanning signal, identified by the computer as X102

The dueling Gundam's enemy plane had been killed from the rear. The machine's chance to make a move was seized by the opponent, two bursts of light beams swept to the left and right, the space to evade was almost locked, and even though he wasn't familiar with cosmic warfare, the premonition that he was going to be hit was already on his mind. But the closing third shot failed to fire, the bright yellow point of light from the direction of the ship had been shot in front of the duel's eyes, and had to stop the momentum of the forward chase, the duel gundam violently dodged to the bottom of the ray, but was caught by a line of fire that brought up the prediction, subconsciously raising his shield to defend, but the impact disrupted the chase. Kira, who had received backup, immediately stopped dodging, turned back around, pulled out her sights, and began firing a barrage of shots at the heavy overall enemy shadow captured in her vision.

At the same time, the bridge of the Nazca-class ship

The masked commander looked with satisfaction at the image projected on the main screen of the bridge, the white, long-legged ship was struggling with staggered shafts of light and explosions, and yes, it was still spitting out this line of fire, and though the two MS were still trying to maneuver around it, it was merely prolonging the death. Thick green shafts of light erupted and then disappeared in an instant, and he was well aware that when the heavy guns used for this kind of ship-to-ship bombardment were also used to drive off the MS, it meant that the other side was nearing its limit.

"Enemy battleships approaching, distance

630

! Coming within range of the ship!" As the expected report came in, Crusher looked up, predicted that the other side was going to take this path of escape to Artemis, and then discharged a two-sided lineup, going so far as to send the freshly grabbed airframe directly to the front line, leaving the few pilots who would cause considerable trouble if killed in action to fly the unfamiliar airframe, the goal of which was about to be accomplished!

"Ardis, our side is beginning to attack as well."

"MS

The squad is on the move. If the main gun is fired..."

Seeing that Ardis was at a loss for words, Crusher returned it with a faint smirk.

"No one in this squad will be stupid enough to get hit by a friendly gun."

Ardis seemed to be about to stop talking, but in the end he gave the order as he was told.

"Prepare to fire the main gun! Aim for the enemy ships!"

It's not too late to procrastinate on things that weren't accomplished in Heliopolis, so thinking, a smile spreads on the lips beneath the mask, but then freezes for an instant. Those combined armies, the ones that had messed up their plans in Heliopolis, this time, would be so easily killed off? There was an instant chill creeping up at the back, followed by the familiar feeling of hatred and trembling, just like the times before, no different than the times before.