Gundam Fire Still

"Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt." A newly inserted voice and a knock sounded at the door at the same time.

"Ensign Young? How did you get in here." Roy frowned and stared at his fellow intruders

"Fortunately, the guards here have plenty of respect for the duties of the Intelligence Unity, sir."

"Hahaha, good job." Popov laughed, "Roy, the young man you've brought with you is a quick learner."

"So what is it, quick."

"The Zaft ship that tracked us here, the Loraxia class disappeared from the base's view some time ago, and the base closed the lightwave defense belt as a result."

"No exact time?"

"Your radar crew couldn't have told me the exact time, all I know is that Admiral Galusia closed the lightwave defense band after the enemy ship left."

"So what's the problem. There's no way we're wasting electricity by leaving that thing on all the time." Popov scrutinized the nonchalant-looking young blond.

"I need to invoke the fourth article of the Intelligence Convergence Guidance Regulations, in situations that could threaten the completion of the current mission..."

"Don't memorize the regulations, young man, it looks like you were in tech before, get to the point."

"Of the airframe taken by Zaft, code name X207.

The swift airframe has the ability to be optically-radar invisible for a period of time. So closing the optical-radar defense band is...."

"Damn, we've got to get to the commander before it's too late." Popov jumped up from his stool with an agility no fat man should have, while grabbing Fred Young with one hand. Young's shoulder, directly interrupting the latter part of his sentence. "Hell, where's the commander? The officer on duty would be able to shut that thing down, but to open it would require orders from that fellow."

"Presumably in the ship's hangar, Captain Lamias won't let go, so Galusia will probably go and see for herself." Roy also stood up with a shake of his head.

"Hurry up, use the run, what the hell, those idiots, the communications terminals on the base can't connect to your ship, we'll have to find the radio."

But a slight vibration suddenly swept through the corridor, followed by what seemed to be a small explosion from a distant place blasting violently in his ears.

Already, it was too late.

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18.Civilian Awareness

Kira was looking at his own face, reflected on the screen, when some familiar vibrations came through the cockpit seat. He had been able to identify the vibration as an explosion that had occurred at a distant location in the same space construct, and he knew exactly what it meant.

Looking up, the bald-headed general and his guards were looking around blankly, so he pressed the button to close the cockpit, the enemy was coming!

, as civilians themselves, have been able to realize this much earlier than those in the military.

But are you really still a civilian?

He remembered the fearful and anxious glances exchanged in the face of the loaded guards when the General had gone to the mess hall to find him, and when the General had said that he was looking for the man who was piloting the MS, he could feel that several glances were hidden to him, and at the same time there was a slight whisper. His own friend stepped forward, but was rudely pulled aside; then, when the General spoke out, to facilitate the carrying of food and supplies to the ship, he knew that the hesitant glances directed at him were becoming heated, and the whispers that had been slight were becoming noisy.

So he stepped forward, but before that, there was already a voice, the girl who had always caught his eye, the first girl who had floated out of the lifeboat saying that she had been saved, her face still managed to cause some sort of unusual wave in his brain, but he saw that she was pointing at himself as he stood up. He knew what she would say, but for now, she didn't need to say it.

He silently scanned the people who were staring at him, the people he had salvaged from the lifeboat that had sent out the distress signal, and he wasn't sure what expression he should make.

Looking at the operating OS that slowly lit up, he remembered that he had indeed written a large amount of code into it. Then he remembered what Galusia had said to him in a low voice.

"-but you're a backwards adjuster, aren't you?"

"I don't know what the reason is lah, but you're just betraying your fellow countrymen anyway. -In that case, wouldn't it be the same to help the Eurasian Federation fight the war?"

He didn't know if he wanted to cry or laugh, betrayal? I'm just a civilian, and I'm an ORB, so how can I talk about betrayal? But he could hear the general's implied meaning, and the too literal thought had been written directly in the exaggerated smile on his face, and in the way he looked at himself, as if he were some kind of treasure.

There were enough civilians on board, and not a few students who had donned their uniforms to help the ship, but it was themselves that they had approached, and necessarily themselves. Because he was an adjuster after all, although he was a civilian, he had some talents different from most civilians, and the fact that he couldn't hide or distort it was actually affecting his own fate.

In the formerly empty hangar, there were indeed supply crates being moved in, but the one directing the moving team was the familiar old man from the ship, "Gerard? What's the point of threatening a civilian kid with a gun?"

"Old Rick? You're obviously retired, so why are you here?" The old man, however, seemed to know the United Eurasian General, and with a gesture, the gun the guard had pointed at himself had been lowered.

"Military secrets, no comment."

"Hell, I think you know why I brought the kid."

"Yes, letting a civilian on that thing was a violation of our rules in the first place."

"So you're in no position to stop me, are you?"

"The truth is I can't stop you as a civilian, of course, but only the boy can unlock this machine," the old man shrugged and gestured helplessly.

He could feel something hidden in the old man's words, but there was no time to think about it, Galusia had already turned to himself, "Listen, kid, your ship needs supplies, food, ammunition, and fresh water, you'll need those things to fly back to Moonface Base, or some other military secret. But, this base, my men need those same things, we also need food, water, and ammunition, and if our regular supply ships get sunk by Zaft, we'll starve, and they'll be vital to our survival as well. We're allies with the Atlantic Federation, but that doesn't mean we'll give away our food for nothing, not to mention the ORB civilians you have on board, if they're Federation soldiers, if they're Union civilians, that's who we need to protect, but the ORB people who sit at home and watch us fight and die..."

"I see." The teenager made a short reply and climbed into the cockpit, he wasn't sure if that was a "threat" or a "persuasion."

He could understand the "necessity" of it, and he didn't have much choice.

But when the shaking hit, it all went haywire.

"It's an enemy attack, get ready to fight." After the closing of the cockpit, though, and the use of external loudspeakers to warn the confused and bewildered members of the base in the hangar, Kira accessed the hangar's control system and equipped the body with a backpack and armament.

The general's last words suggested he wasn't a complete idiot, but he really wasn't smart either, and Kira's fingers pulsed on the keypad, betrayal? Having never fought for Zaft himself, never even stepped foot on a PLANT satellite; yes, he is an Adjuster, but is PLANT the only representative of a proper Adjuster? And the tone of the solicitation, hell, does he think any random adjuster can build MS?

But at least he was right about one thing, he had to survive first, he had to have food and water, and weapons to fight with, because he had to survive.

The hull was checking itself properly and the attack hatch was slowly opening.

He remembered the different looks the civilians had given him, that was for sure. Where would they be, civilians assaulting out of the flames and smoke in a MS with a giant sword?

But they are the ones they have saved, the ones they have pulled up out of the universe with good intentions. And death is still not far from them.

You should have come to this realization yourself a long time ago, right?

The blue, white and red MS slammed out of the port facility, and in the sprawling cosmic space, the black MS lurched backwards, away from the white tail smoke of the missile swarm from the base.

He remembered the end of the last battle, when Thunder's compound attack shield had been broken by Captain Blake's Ginn, also broken by Storm's heavy artillery; and, drained of energy and urgently changing into artillery gear, he had blown off the right arm of the dueling hand-held beam rifle with another shot. There was really only sparse fire coming from the enemy plane. On the radar screen, there was no sign of the holy shield appearing, but instead, there were MAs in the base behind them that were beginning to strike sporadically. The base's CIWS also began sprinkling a dense net of fire into the surrounding U-fields.

The smoke of battle and explosions was ripped away from the base somewhere, and the white giant ship broke through the fog, "Enemy planes are starting to retreat!" The sound of the report rang out from the Union Army's communications channel.

"Confirming enemy MS retreat, your ship's resupply process...."

"My ship will continue on her voyage to Moonface Headquarters, and I thank your army for their kindness." Marius. Lamias's words cut the other man's words right off.

"Well, good luck with your ship's voyage, then."

Popov guessed that the captainess would say that, but he still smiled and turned to Rear Admiral Galusia, who had just stormed into the command room with a somewhat disheveled expression.