Gundam Fire Still

"He hesitated, his hands shook, he didn't see the need to expose himself, he thought he would attract a large force, or he wanted to conserve ammunition? Many possibilities exist, depending on how you analyze them. The fact that he shut down the answering is a clue. Also, level one combat readiness lifted, no no, don't take off your helmet just yet, get to the hangar now, we recalled the MS and the skiff, but that kid sent another report."

"Oh hell, that kid," Jan shook his head sadly as he looked at the newly displayed picture on the screen.

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Kill one, save one, it sounded like some sort of ancient Eastern proverb, or not, but at least the teenager who appeared to have Eastern blood was acting in accordance with such a creed, whether it was in Heliopolis or in the gravel belt. As the blurry photo showed, the man-made object docked in the hangar was undoubtedly a lifeboat; and for Fred, who had scrutinized most of the PLANT and Combine out-of-spacecraft out of professional necessity as well as interest, he could see more than that. It was a PALNT-produced lifeboat, and it was for the so-called "Special Service Ships," which PLANT didn't really care for, and their MS never carried one; and the lifeboats on the ships, according to Combined Forces intelligence, were only large enough to allow about half the crew to escape; and for the regular civilian Ships, often without lifeboats on board at all, unless it was a so-called special service ship for some important person, and then there would only be a few, or rather one or two, lifeboats on board.... --apparently a VIP exclusive.

At least one question was answered: why was there an expensive and at the same time rather fragile forced reconnaissance replica of the Ginn alone in the gravel belt? Having a VIP to search is obviously a good answer as well.

But a new question arises, why would a lifeboat, likely containing a VIP, or a ship carrying important PLANT people, be in the gravel belt, such a place that is routinely patrolled by coalition forces?

Marine Corporal James raised his assault rifle and pointed it at the hatch, turning the safety on as Chief Fixer Mardock said, "It's opening." At the same time he turned on the safety. But in the next instant, what he saw was beyond his expectations.

Along with the stupid sound of "Hello, hello..." (the official story, not my spitting), a pink ball floated out, its ears flapped like wings, and in the middle of the ball were two small beady eyes that glowed, it seemed to be a pet robot.

James froze for an instant, subconsciously pointing his gun at the gadget floating in the absence of gravity, until he came back to his senses in the next instant. Remembering what he had witnessed in the satellite himself, watching his squad lose everything in the battle, if that escape pod had been a couple of Adjuster commandos, he would have been dead the moment the droid caught his attention.

"Thank you, for your hard work." With the delicate female voice coming out of the hatch, the Marine was glad that the worst hadn't happened. The young girl with long pink hair floated out of the from slowly, her loose hair and skirt of the same color filling the eye with pink for a moment.

Lax. Klein, PLANT Supreme Senate Speaker, Siegel. The daughter of Klein, PLANT's popular idol singer, didn't need to retrieve her memories, and Jan could recognize the public figure in front of her at once. But why? Why her? Why here? The technical intelligence officer's brain was filled with questions for a moment.

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"Well, Fred, you tell me what you've all found."

Fred. Young looked up from his desk and was facing his boss's expression of mixed frustration and discomfort, it was clear that it was writing on that face, don't ask anything.

"Well sir, based on the main camera images provided by the two MS, we have located the wreckage of a relatively new PLANT business vessel, right near the junction of the two MS patrol areas, and also near the location where that Ginn was spotted. The image isn't very clear, but it's there from all angles." Jan zoomed in on a couple of images on the desktop terminal, "It shows signs of being fired on at the engine, presumably a 130m class bow Vulcan gun, but interestingly, there are no signs of a turbine nacelle explosion, meaning the engine was parked when it was fired on."

"Next is this side, the hatch located on the side of the ship, and although it is not very clear when magnified here, it can be identified after processing that the door was open. I'm sure PLANT didn't commit suicide by opening the hatch themselves, so my theory is that they ran into a Eurasian patrol ship, and they were lucky that the Eurasian captain with the fire first and warn later record didn't do that this time, even though he wasn't dealing with a waste merchant this time, but someone from PLANT. He asked the others to stop the ship, which they apparently did, and then he dispatched the skiff, which explains why the hatch on the other side was open. And apparently something happened on board their ship, what it was I cannot possibly know, but it is easy to guess what happened, or at least the result of it was that Captain Lee. encountered a forced evacuation of his dinghy, not even following the normal operating protocol of disengaging after confirming the airtightness. So they left their hatches open and opened fire on the ship with the bow's machine guns."

"Well, that's roughly consistent with what the kid said, she claimed they suffered a boarding impromptu, but soon there was some sort of confrontation on board and then she was pushed into the lifeboat."

"Okay, that's right, but did she say why she was there?"

"She's here for 'Uneos.'

The 'No.' memorial condolences will be investigated beforehand." Roy spread his hands, "At least that's what she said."

"Do you believe her?"

"Why not? There's no reason for a little girl who sings to lie in a situation like this, and the questions she answers, hell, she seems like she's at some kind of fan meet and greet." Roy seemed to hold his forehead at the general recollection of some bad memory.

"But what could a little girl who sings, like you said, be investigating here? A teenage girl, singer, in a state of war, in an enemy patrol area, investigating? It...."

"Yes, it's suspicious, but it's not a contradiction, I can believe what she says, but," Roy added emphasis on the "but," "I wouldn't trust the people who told her that. "

"So, what should she do?"

"What else can I do? Maybe you could ask old man Rick, who specializes in coordinating such troublesome events that the military can't handle on its own. By the time we get to the moon's surface, those generals will probably kick the ball to Washington and leave the guys in Washington and London to annoy God."

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21.Hal Barton and his G (middle)

Levi. Halliburton.

The Brigadier General, looking unhappy at the computer screen in front of him, his anger did not essentially come from the contents of the screen itself, it was merely the ultimate expression of the stress that had built up since the destruction of Heliopolis.

The Plan G he had pinned his high hopes on had gone from being a tired fruit to a falling leaf in the wind in just one night, and the weapons that had obviously been made with the Atlantic Federation's funds had been acquired by the ORB for the technology, and then taken away by the ZAFT in its entirety, and even the reports sent by the intelligence department that the ships might still be alive did not reduce his depressed anger in the slightest.

What next? After a period of no word, it was a new message from the Eurasian Federation, so the only remaining result of his plan was one more power to handle before it was returned to its rightful owner, but at least he had regained knowledge of the ship's whereabouts, and the fact that there was a hull still on board that was enough to make him chatty**.

But why?

The reply in front of him clearly states that his plan to send an advance team to meet the Archangel was rejected by the Cosmic Command. Did those bureaucrats just not want to see a combined MS? He couldn't help but think so, and remembered the rumors he'd heard from time to time recently that the Atlantic Federation, somewhere on Earth, was already starting another mass-production MS program, and its developers, it was said, were mainly from that MS project team that had been cancelled so long ago. Even so, that shouldn't be a reason to stop him from sending an advance team.

He decided to go and talk to his superiors, immediately, even if doing so carried a considerable risk to him.

"I know what you're going to ask, Brigadier General," he was answered by the command's senior officer on duty, Lt. Gen. George. Lieutenant General George Dewey, and even if he wasn't the Commander himself, both his rank and his position made it sufficient to answer Halbarton's question, and the hawkish Lieutenant General raised his head a little, turning his expression serious, "If you really so much as hope that your chosen

If those ships and the personnel on them disappeared from the establishment, you could have transferred them to another fleet or sent them home instead of sending them on a mortal mission."

"But according to intelligence calculations, one 250m class plus three escorting 130m classes is sufficient against regular ZAFT single-ship patrols."

"Yes, that's true according to the rough calculations made for the entire Cosmic Fleet, but you should be more familiar with your 8th Fleet than I am." The Lieutenant General coldly

Shaking his head, "If that was a member of the Teaching Fleet, or the New Technology Validation Fleet, or if that was a fleet that regularly conducted long range patrols and had engaged and survived opponents, such a configuration would indeed be sufficient against patrolling ZAFT single ships, but your 8th Fleet...." The Lieutenant Admiral tapped his fingers on the table "has the most untrained recruits of any fleet in the entire universe, has only ever been responsible for short range patrols around the base, and all of the ships and MAs are old and largely unmodernized, to send a fleet like that on a search mission in circumterrestrial orbit would be like sending them to their deaths. "

"What about your elite fleet? Where are the instructional fleets and the new technology validation teams? The Montgomery is the unit that already has the most combat experience under my command."

"But even it would be hard to fight against ZAFT's Crozier team, wouldn't it? I'm sure you've heard of the man's name."

"But, but Plan G, the X-series hull...."

"Yes, I know, I see your point, as long as that ship makes it back, your Plan G is a miserable victory rather than a failure."

"It's not my G plan, sir, the joint needs a high performance MS, as long as it can come back with that hull, our mass production plan..."

"The mass production program has nothing to do with you, Commodore, you are now the Commander of the 8th Fleet, not a member of the Equipment Committee or the Logistics Department. You shouldn't need me to remind you about the duties of a fleet commander."

"Well, at least those men, those soldiers of ours ...."

"I'm sure you've seen the reports coming in through the Eurasian and Intelligence Convergence lines, and if they come back they'll be in enough trouble. But there is some truth to that, a group of low ranking officers and civilians were able to fight against their elite squad without falling short, the team seems to have excellent fighting skills, but it is clear that they lack sufficient discipline."

"Therefore, please allow me to send an advance team."

"The reasons for the veto do not need me to repeat them, Commodore.

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Halbarton gritted his teeth slightly, "Then, I request that the 8th Fleet, all of them, be sent to take on the Archangel."

Lieutenant General Dewey frowned and met the seemingly frenzied gaze of the object of his speech

"So, where are you going to find them?"

PLANT Capital

April, City

As the elevator descends, a panoramic view of April City gradually appears from between the clouds. The surface of the sea, reflecting the light of the sunglasses, was shimmering, and on it were countless turquoise islands. It was a miraculous sight, not only because of the weeks spent on an inorganic warship, but also because beyond the self-healing glass, which emitted silvery smoke, was an inanimate cosmic ocean. The small human beings who had created this floating island of life in it made it seem especially great and beautiful. The blue-haired boy standing in the elevator with such a thought never thought that both the turquoise island and the vibrant waters were also all from Earth, from the place where their swords were pointed; and his fellow passenger, the blond pilot with the mask covering most of his face, just watched the scrolling report on the side of the elevator quietly: on the screen, the long-faced and elegant man of about forty years old, who was in the middle of his life, had a face of his own. Exceptional Man: A young girl with long, soft pink hair stands at the oblique back of Supreme Council Speaker Klein. The corner of her mouth beneath the mask was unintentionally smiling.

The elevator descended all the way down.