Gundam Fire Still

Seemingly unharmed Xunlei posed in return to shoot the pose, the gun under the shield pointed directly at the muzzle has held the beam saber, pounced on the storm Ginn, but then the shield was violently cut away from the body of the MS, the black MS in an unnatural posture suddenly back, a small explosion of fire in front of Xunlei in the void. Waiting for teammates to fire support of the storm suddenly found that the support fire is late, the shoulder of the missile has already hit empty, and the hand wielding lightsaber Ginn has arrived in front of the eyes, had no choice but to the hands of the unloaded shotgun like a long weapon stabbed forward.

Long-rod armor-piercing rounds fired from a strong electromagnetic field at maximum velocity nailed NASCAR's ventral armor, and the turbine bay after it, at extremely close range.

Then, with the aid of cables and inertia, Mu sailed away and watched with satisfaction as the NASCAR-class turbine section came up in flames.

"Confirmed to the Captain's MA, in the process of disengaging."

"Roger! 'Lohengrin' one and two, the positron tank is filled to critical and ready to launch."

"-fire!"

As expected, the shield's multiple weapon system weakened its ability to act as a defensive tool, and its internal heat sinks were inherently contradictory to the great heat production of its integrated beam saber. The two direct hits and the residual heat from the beam saber exceeded the heat dissipation capacity of the shield, and the propellant charge from the triple armor-piercing round located behind the shield was ignited first by the heat. The instant the beam rifle was triggered, a certain alarm was triggered, and the emergency of abandoning the explosive had lost the first opportunity to fire the first rescue shot, the combined barrel of the retreating Storm Gundam was cut in half, and the Thunder shot out its left wrist anchor claw to force Ginn backwards. But next, it seemed that each of the machines moved half a beat slower, and the side screens erupted with a certain unnatural brightness.

In the black cosmic space that serves as a backdrop, a torrent of crimson light sweeps through.

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17. So-called coalitions

Joint Military Base Eurasia

Artemis (name)

Gerald. Galusia, the Major General, finally turned from the screen he had been staring at for several minutes, "Please fetch the Captain," he looked at the orderly who seemed stunned, "please send Dimitri from the Intelligence Unity. Nikolayevich. Bring in Captain Popov."

Then he turned his face again and squinted at the huge white ship in the screen.

He hadn't liked what he'd seen from the start. This Urantia wasn't a busy area, and aside from the transport ships that regularly delivered supplies, and the long-range patrol fleets that the warring sides regularly sent out to leave some signals on the base's monitoring systems, there was never anything more than a few meteorites and floating debris on the base's radar screen, with perhaps the occasional passing ship of the Waste Merchants Guild thrown in for good measure. But on this day, his radar crew told him that some sort of heat source had been detected ahead.

And he, even if he wasn't a commander on the front lines of the battlefield, could clearly tell that it was a battle.

The first thing Galusia realized about the trouble involved was that it wasn't a battle with any warning signs. It was not the time for long-range patrols on both sides to pass by, in fact long-range patrols on both sides often tacitly chose to stagger each other; nor was there any news of fleets operating nearby, at least not that he knew of any, and the black curtain covering the action was most taboo for such bystanders.

Artemis base may sound like a heavily guarded military stronghold to outsiders, but as the base commander himself, he knew very well that the few 130m class ships at hand and the MA unit composed of a few scattered squads could not really be called a powerful force, if not for the experimental lightwave defense system called "Umbrella". , Zaft was ready to uproot this tiny nail in the cosmic coffin of the Earth Army. So he immediately ordered the lightwave defense belts to be opened, and right after that, a new message came in from the radar troopers that some sort of high-intensity burst had been recorded amidst the clutter of battle heat sources, and that some sort of signature fluctuation in it matched a certain record in the system database that the Intelligence Fusion captain had just added.

New Atlantic Federation weapons

Positronic city breakers

He looked at the record, which didn't have much in the way of detailed data, for a long time, then pulled up the star map on the terminal beside him, and in the direction that the line extended if the base and the distant battlefield were practiced into a line, it just so happened that something, a certain update that that same guy from the Intelligence Unity had sent to him just a short while ago had told him about.

Now, that white battleship that had obviously just experienced a fierce battle was quietly floating outside the range of the light wave defense zone, just as he had expected, although this ship was emitting the identification signal of the Atlantic Federation, but there was no corresponding ship's exclusive identification code, in other words, it was a "black ship".

It might belong to an Atlantic Federation secret service fleet, as he guessed, but it could also belong to the enemy, a Zaft disguised assault ship, it was not a difficult task to obtain the Federation's signature identification signal.

"That ship has sent a communications request, sir." The communications officer turned to report.

The moment the door to the command room popped open of its own accord, Popov recognized at first glance a certain number of people on the far side of the communications screen, then he quickly identified a few names from his memory that could correspond to some other faces that he found familiar.

"If your side needs to identify us, you can have your intelligence officer and the Intelligence Integration Department personnel work together to make the identification, I am an Intelligence Integration Department officer, codenamed..."

"There's no need for that tone of voice, Roy, I recognize you and you recognize me. Major General Galusia, I can confirm his friendliness." Popov took a few quick steps, interrupting the other man, then turned sideways to the displeased-looking Major General, who he knew disliked intelligence officers as much as most front-line soldiers, so this unbecoming interjection probably didn't add much more ill will to his feelings.

"Permission to enter port, then, but please turn off your ship's firearms control, and members of your ship should not leave the ship without permission once in port."

As much as he didn't like himself, Galusia didn't like the ship either, Popov could see that look on the base commander's face, but it didn't matter, as much as an intelligence officer was necessary for a base, the ship didn't necessarily only bring bad news.

"Sir, this black ship with their newest artillery probably has something even newer than that, and they, in turn, are here to ask for help from friendly forces." As the communications screen returned to black, Popov turned to the Major General and said this.

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Popov stood on tiptoe and somewhat reluctantly grabbed a small, flat metal jug from the top shelf of the single cabin, then sat down on a hard, squeaking bench, "Roy, you want some?" After pouring a mouthful of liquid into his mouth, the captain with the red face raised the bottle to his fellow officer.

"You know, just a few hours ago, I ran into a drunk."

"Drunkard Reid? Around here? How's he doing?"

"You know I couldn't have seen him, except he's still playing that bluffing trick,"

"Working for a mercenary? Rather in keeping with those tactics of his, ah mercenaries infested nearby, hey, I know who he's under" Popov grinned, "I guess he's fat again."

"So have you, Dimitri, your face is more like a fast food burger, I'm sure it makes you look less like a real soldier."

"So do you, Roy, you're still skinny as a twat, and with that pale face and gray hair of yours, I don't think anyone in the Army would look like that. But that's all right, you know, most soldiers don't like us anyway. Rats still prefer to deal with rats."

"It was that big Washington rat's plan that went a little wrong, wasn't it?"

"There were some mistakes, but the little rat got into the right hole." Popov drew a circle on the tabletop with his finger.

"Surely this was part of the plan?"

"Sort of, but the plan was to have the little girl captain sitting in that seat instead of the current little girl captain, and the ship was supposed to be a group of marines instead of some ORB civilians."

"The boy doesn't count as a problem?"

"No, who sits on that is the problem you need to trouble yourselves with, not us, well, rather, them. But how was the plan foiled before that?"

"Lau. LU. Crozier, you've heard that name before, he planned the raid, clean at the perfect time." Roy tapped the table slowly.

"But it left out you guys, and the boy." Popov nodded slightly "I'll write up a report requesting a background check on that guy, not many adjusters like to play that game. Besides, if I remember correctly, he's an ace pilot, why would a guy like that be familiar with special operations?"

"I'm not sure, but the two surviving pilots on our ship have fought him."

"I know, Eagle and Hunter, he does seem like a guy worth investigating."

"Good, that's what I'd suggest, if I could make it back alive."

"So, then, our other task, coordinating among allies, you know, having too many things to hide from allies only leads to mistrust."

"And the rift caused by mistrust can be troublesome, yes. So, Eurasia...."

"The Eurasian Union doesn't feel insulted or betrayed by being kept in the dark, but they don't want to be a stepping stone for nothing, they want to get some.... 'compensation' and then send friendly troops home, all in the dark, just like your previous actions."

"I trust you . . nay, they, will be able to save the friendly troops from going home hungry."

"But they ran into trouble, and that technical officer protected her results like a hen protects her chicks, even though all that stuff had fallen into enemy hands."

Roy was silent for a moment, he knew the temperament of that Captain Lamias, she was the most active in settling those ORB refugees and the most incredulous at learning that the ORB was stealing the technology, she was a qualified technical officer, but Roy shook his head, yes, she would not accept a grey exchange like that. Even if the entire MS program she was a part of hadn't been an above-board project, even if those technologies had been stolen by the neutral ORB and had been taken away from the enemy Zaft, she would still refuse.

"I might be able to....."