Gundam Fire Still

Colonial satellites torn apart by the impact of nuclear bombs exploding at close range amazingly remain almost intact as earth. There were still ghostly shadows of humanoid forms floating among the frozen fields and houses, but those were not ghosts, but individuals who had once been human, maintaining the appearance of the moment time stopped in a universe devoid of gravity and air. The young girl stepping out of the dinghy screamed in suppressed alarm in her visor, Kira's hand nearly frozen on the joystick as he looked at the shadow floating in the corner of the main screen, once a fellow human, already frozen body.

"One nuke. 240,000 dead, that's a lot, but until now I've found it hard to comprehend that it means that almost an entire satellite of people didn't take refuge."

"Or that their shelters don't have basic NBC (nuclear, biological, chemical) defenses."

"Is that possible?"

"That's reality, remember the bad shelter in that ORB satellite?"

"Even that bad, that satellite of the ORB apparently didn't suffer that many casualties."

"Yes, they had all but wiped out our fleet stationed near the city of Junius, in the form of a surprise attack; and when our troops reappeared, not a single one of them actually entered the sanctuary. I will confess that I cannot comprehend this."

"And it was the Roosevelt, what an obvious hint that I think their top brass had figured it out."

"But they think differently, and that's probably why all our diplomatic efforts have failed. They don't understand any of our hints. Or do they pretend they don't understand?"

"They attacked and wiped out our stationed fleet while demanding autonomy and reciprocal trade at the same time; they washed out the entire upper levels of the planet at Copernicus, and as a result they're still blaming the naturalist side for starting the war in the first place."

"And once again they have all but wiped out the fleet we sent to Junius, even though the flagship of it was the Roosevelt, and they didn't even fire first."

"Yes, all means of diplomacy failed; that nuke, and the effort to keep the war at bay until the threshold of total war was easily ended. The foolish nukes dropped on Central Asia back at the beginning of the CE era ended that war quickly by proving how much a total war was a more than worthwhile option."

"But the Adjusters, apparently, have a different standard of judgment than we do. 240,000 deaths, though a large portion of them probably could have been avoided, doesn't seem to have told the Adjuster leaders that a full-scale war was such a more than worthwhile thing to do."

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PLANT Capital

Petals fluttered in the artificial air of the satellite. Two figures, one tall and one short, stood upright, looking at the way the petals scattered in the wind.

There was a tombstone in front of them.

Lenoa. sarah

C.E. 33-70

--This is Aslan. Sara's mother, Patrick. Patrick Sara's wife.

But there is no body beneath this tombstone, as there is for all the "Eunios".

The same as the victims of the "No. 7".

"-Since we can't protect it without fighting, there's only one battle...!"

"That's why it's all the more unforgivable. --those who stand in our way..."

PATRICK. Sara recited in her mind the words he was about to put before the council as his weapon.

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20. the dead and the living (below)

Whether it was the darkness of cosmic space or the drifting ribbons of debris and wreckage, it was easy for voyagers in space to fall into the dilemma of losing their position due to the lack of a valid point of reference. As Kira glanced down at the display panel.

It was only then that he realized that the airframe was approaching the limit of the distance of the data chain that the Archangel could provide with the current neutron interference, meaning that he had somehow stepped onto the edge of Trek. There was still enough fuel left in the fuselage, and he pushed the joystick lightly, and the fuselage slewed lightly, approaching the mothership; using the AMBAC maneuver to maneuver through the debris belt was rather tedious, but it was indeed, as the captain from the Combine had said, more nimble while saving fuel, and in fact, the adjuster boy was even beginning to feel that maneuvering the MS this way and that, slewing through the void, watching debris and meteorites from the plane It seemed quite fun to wipe by the side of the body.

..... If that little red light hadn't come on.

The tiny blinking dot of light on the side of his field of view, and the accompanying siren that came to mind pulled him back to consciousness for a moment, he was piloting a loaded MS in a debris belt that included the wreckage of the colonial satellite Junius 7, on guard for the ship his friend Ho himself had rescued civilians on, and what that blinking dot represented was a heat source reaction.

The main screen camera quickly zoomed in on the view in that direction, and behind the drifting band of debris, there seemed to be something, something, not drifting in sync with the debris, but something with its own momentum.

The object sensors were a little slower to identify the object that had been placed right in the middle of the main screen, initially obscured by a fresh-looking patch of wreckage and some structural debris, and was just now showing its full face -... --"

ZGMF-LRR704B" - Forcible Recon Repeater Ginn.

One hand sent a brief report to the Archangel through the data link, while the beam rifle had been switched out, and he pulled the sniper scope to his eyes, the glowing red aiming star firmly in place on the moving Ginn. the Archangel's supply haul wasn't over yet, and if it detected it and called for support....

But something else drifted by in the corner of the field of view, and his finger trembled slightly away from the already sweaty trigger; the wreckage of a human, not wearing a standard suit, appeared quietly in the corner of the scope's field of view, the wreckage of Junius 7 just behind it, the remains of 240,000 people frozen in that great cosmic tomb. Kira himself, after all, was also an Adjuster, and even if he wasn't a member of PLANT, his status as a compatriot ultimately made the strange feelings linger in his head, and his heart still felt like some kind of weight had been placed on it. If acquiring water in this resting place of the dead was a necessity, but at least, if possible, there was no need for one more corpse here, one more soul that had died in battle.

(Go away...!) Move it....

) He so meditated in his mind.

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"Attention, Level One Combat Readiness, repeat, Level One Combat Readiness!"

At the same time as the ship's internal radio sounded, the spacesuit and mask stowers in each compartment were automatically unlocked, and with the sound of an alarm reflected back and forth in the corridors, the isolation doors in key areas were lowered. Fred. Young turned on the wall comm terminal and connected it to some unimportant terminal in the backup CIC.

"Intelligence Unity asking for status."

"Forward outbound alert raid sent a pickup report on a forced reconnaissance doppelganger Ginn," came the reply along with a slightly blurred picture of the main camera.

"Yo, that's not a roadie, transfer me the main CIC," even with his face covered in a helmet, Young whistled with a smile on his face, "Ensign Bucky Lulu, what position was that Recon Ginn found? Is it possible ...."

"Ensign, this is Level 1 combat readiness, feel free not to interrupt the CIC, over."

The screen that instantly turned black reflected Jan's cryptic face as he tried to lift his hand to scratch his hair to ease such embarrassment, but all he did was slap the gloves of his space suit on his visor.

In the next second, the screen lit up again, showing his boss with his grey hair and mean eyes.

"Ensign, what happened to that Recon Ginn?"

"It's not supposed to be here! The radar and composite sensor arrays on it cost a lot more than an ordinary Ginn, and normally ZAFT would never release it and drop it this far from their fleet or base. But it's not like their fleet is going to be in the gravel belt...."

"It means the gravel carries something they're interested in, or need to find, such as just shaking off the pursuit of us. Also, is there anything else to say?"

"Well... If that fuselage hadn't been destroyed, we might have been able to recover it... Its sensor array...." Jan stammered in reply after being glared at by his superior.

"Costs more than a Ginn, as you've already said. But you know how hard such things are to pull off." , Roy raised his eyebrows and said in a rapturous tone, "Besides, unfortunately

It has been destroyed and we detected an explosion."

"The kid didn't fire the first time?" Yang frowned

"What we do know through the less-than-steady data link is that he did nothing else for some time after sending the contact report, the boat Mu and the two students were in reported being fired upon by live weapons but managed to evade, then the raid opened fire, we detected an explosion, and then the raid shut down the response."

"Which means that the raid took steady aim at that Ginn for a while, but he didn't fire until after the Ginn had fired on the dinghy?"

"From what we know of the information, yes."

"Why?"