Gundam Fire Still

"Although the umbrella was damaged, the base was saved."

"Hell, they could have taken out this place any time without the umbrella. That damned ship, which is obviously called an angel, only brings bad luck!"

"No, sir, it's not that bad, I've acquired something of significance due to my duties as an Intelligence Unity, and again as an Intelligence Unity mission, I'm authorized to share information with you, and as for Zaft, they'll probably be too busy tracking them to deal with us."

Roy stared at the star charts on the screen with the same smile, the officer group on the bridge had already decided on the next course, and he also remembered, in the corridors of the base that were beginning to shake, that he had tossed his unfinished report to Popov to forward to the Atlantic Federation and the Intelligence Convergence through the base's communications channels, believing that whether he made it back to the report alive or not, the information would always arrive before he did! , and the headquarters could also be well prepared early on for dealing with all sorts of strange events including that brat's problem. And in return, the other side likewise gave interesting information, "In low orbit on that side of the moon's surface, the Cosmic Army is not idle, either."

"The low orbit on that side of the moon's surface?" The arc on the screen that stretched out towards the moon was indeed somewhere, intersecting with a low orbit.

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19. the living and the dead (above)

To the person in the middle of a conversation, everything seems normal, but to him doubts are slowly accumulating, and although every word, every sentence is practically understood, the brain is never able to produce a clear impression.

Or, the impressions that could be produced were sufficiently contradictory to the existing information in the brain that one had to question what one was hearing.

"Both MS go out on alert, stay on each side of the ship, stay within communication distance, use more AMBAC maneuvers and less jets, you understand."

"MA is not suitable for gravel belt activity, I'll instruct the boys in the dinghies."

"Understood, please be more aware of your surroundings in the dinghy, two MS's are actually quite inadequate warning nets."

"According to the schedule, the recent long range patrol ship for the Eurasian Union in the area is a 130m class conversion, the South Sakhalinsk, captain encounter Fuk.Lee, rumor has it that this man has a bad habit of firing first and warning later on civilian boats entering the restricted area, and has a greater deterrent effect on free waste merchants. So waste merchants should not have chosen this time of year to be in the area."

"How did you come to know about the Eurasian Union's patrol arrangements?"

"The duties of the Intelligence Convergence, sir."

"So is there any chance of Zaft's presence?"

"When Eurasia arranged a routine patrol in the rubble belt there was no further record of Zaft activity in the area, if they were to come it would be that lone patrol ship that would be the first to suffer, not us."

"Then bridge radar is now mapping the surrounding wreckage distribution and confirming the salvage plan, 30 minutes for MS to strike, 45 minutes to release the small craft."

"Understood."

It was only as the communications screen shut down that the two JSA pilots turned back to the seemingly dazed teenagers at the door of the briefing room, teenage girls to be exact, behind the familiar unofficial pilot, Kira, and the students who had helped out on the bridge.

"Next we'll be anchoring in the gravel belt and getting supplies, that should have been explained on the bridge, right?"

"But why the need for vigilance, why would a patrol be around . , why ....."

"Here, isn't the gravel belt? Why would you need..."

Along with the faces that appeared confused, there was an equally confused question.

"Don't worry, it's better to be friendly even if you run into a patrol than to be chased behind by Zaft, right?" Mu smiled brightly as always, but it didn't change the faces of the questioners at all.

"I say, you don't think that we're the first ones to think that we can get supplies in the gravel belt, do you?" After a moment of stunned silence, Karl had an expression of realization.

"Before the war started, there were scavengers operating in the gravel belt regularly, recovering every possible resource for sale, transport ships that suffered breakdowns docking in the area and searching the gravel belt for parts that could be repaired, and cosmic pirates entrenched in the gravel belt, using it as a base from which to attack passing trade ships; after the joint embargo on the PLANT satellite cluster of steel and other After the metallic materials, there are also rumors of PLANT's people recycling metal here."

"It's not a rumor, it's a fact, which is why the Eurasian Union has deployed patrols in the area, and they're led by guys with less than stellar reputations." Some husky voice came from behind the teenagers.

"Mr. Rick? It's supposed to be your shift right now, and how do you know all this?"

"It's all right, Captain, there's no requirement for me to stay in my cabin and sleep during my shifts, and no one's going to stop an off-duty old man from wandering around when he can't sleep, is there? You know I've got some old friends in the CIA from my days as a captain on Earth, I'll be talking to the one in the Intelligence Fusion later. Hey young man, don't get that look on your face, mercenaries or waste merchants, there's no force hanging around the gravel belt that's going to get any ideas about a new battleship with two MS escorts, they should be able to tell that we're regulars and they know damn well that it's best not to get ideas about regulars."

"No, old man, I think you're mistaken about one thing," Karl scrutinized the young men's faces, which showed more disgust and confusion than.... "Fear." "They probably still don't want to disturb the peace of the dead."

"Oh?" The old man tilted his head.

Silence, which at the moment meant default, and there was a slight nod from the teenager

"But the dead are dead after all, and the living must try to live." The young man's voice was like breaking some invisible barrier.

"Kira?" A low scream rang out

"It's true that the ship is almost out of fresh water already, which is evident from the food provided in the mess hall, isn't it? And isn't it no longer possible to take a bath on board? So, everyone, that's the only way to go, right?" The still somewhat youthful voice of the teenager already showed a certain cut-throat determination.

Shards of indistinguishable metal drifted among the barely discernible chunks of twisted metal of the space ship's form, earlier space constructs had been battered by the flowing debris, and the fresher-looking wreckage was clearly distinguishable as a warship or a transport ship.

"The destroyer that was directly hit in the engine section, there could probably be some ammunition or something in there."

"To disappoint you, the edge of that large hole shows signs of being expanded and reinforced later, it's probably been patronized by a waste dealer." Mu shook his head after slightly zooming in on the image on the dinghy's main camera, "Those pervasive guys."

"I really hope everyone inside made it out safely" the girl sitting in the back dodged a glance at the screen, then averted her face and let out a muted sigh

"Let's go for water first then, according to Archangel's sensors, there's a large amount of solid water somewhere ahead", the teenager piloting the boat called up the route through the wreckage on the screen.

After rounding a side of wreckage that looked like the outer wall of a spaceship, an extremely bizarre sight appeared ahead.

"Ah..."

"Whoa..."

"...Is this...?"

Kira and Thor and the others shouted at the same time.

Right now, what was presented before the dark, night-like background of the universe was a frozen earth.

Almost like the rural landscape of a past Earth somewhere, but the earth floating in the void of the universe.

The withered and frozen wheat erected into a stark white farmland, and the scattered farm-like buildings scattered about, preserved almost intact in the vacuum, made the land seem less desolate at first glance. But in the space-black scenery and the debris floating around, this land, where not a trace of artificial light penetrated, was undoubtedly a dead land.

Surrounding the land was water that had been frozen over in the moment of boiling from decompression, as if protesting the fate of the colony. The central pivot tower was horribly broken, and around the high-tensile strings, which had been torn off in a haphazard manner like drifting threads, the few remaining outer walls were covered with a small amount of self-healing gel, encasing the sea of ice.

This was once part of the plant - now it's just a wreck.

"Junius7, at this location in the gravel belt, with such a large amount of water, it can only be it, right? by Roy "

"Of course, that water is taken from the ice caps of the Antarctic continent, a business undertaken by a South American company, and then launched into the sky in Victoria." Roy retrieved the information in his head, "Those young men don't look like they realize that?"

"Not at all."

"They should have studied the dynamics of the microgravity environment in school, and they're still students at Heliopolis Technical College."

"What good would it do to have them figure it out? Let them refuse to take the ice there for fear of residual nuclear radiation?"

"I'm sure you're well aware that we've been using clean nuclear weapons for a long time. Longer than when I joined military school."