Gundam Fire Still

"'Cyrex' hit, unable to fight! 'Cassandra' silence!"

"'Antigona' and 'Ptolemy' were sunk!" The competent communications officer was constantly reporting bad news, and as for the MAs, you could tell by watching the dots of light that kept flickering on the screen, then disappearing or turning into the KIA logo.

"What? The battle has just begun, and there are four of them." Colonel Hoffman sprang to his feet in consternation.

Halbarton maintained an unsettling silence, which he could almost have expected, but there was nothing he could do about the new type of machine that was wreaking havoc.

"Monitoring enemy ship radar, 'Cyrex' 'Cassandra' is locked on, range-measuring laser beam!" The electronic warfare officer reported the jaw-dropping news.

Warrant Officer Voret remained behind his high-powered optical binoculars, aiming in the direction of the enemy ship he had spotted, but the Cassandra had lost the ability to fire back. A certain X-series airframe punched a series of burning holes in its flank with a 57mm beam rifle, then sailed away. The damage control unit had managed to fill the ammunition bay with inert gas, but most of the ship's radar and all of its anti-ship weapons had been rendered useless. Another Warrant Officer was struggling to steer the ship, trying to use Earth's gravity and what little power was left to get the ship back behind the lines. The second fire control officer was struggling to operate the 75mm Gatling on the bow, using the primitive targeting device it came with, as the first fire control officer had fallen against the bulkhead and broken his neck on the first hit. The radar warning had long since been damaged, but he felt he could trust his own eyes

"NASCAR is turning the main gun! Hurry up and abandon ship!" The last half of the sentence shouldn't have been shouted by him, but it couldn't be bothered anymore.

"It's no use, a martyrdom in the engine room... The lifeboat... There's no escape." The captain lying next to him muttered as his seat was lifted off the floor, and then he was punctured by a piece of sharp metal through his lung, presumably a lung, Voretta's medical knowledge was limited, but soon he didn't need to dwell on it anymore.

The ghastly green beam of particles and martyr fire swept across the half-dead ship in an instant, it didn't take a good gunner or fire control computer to target such a half-wrecked ship in low orbit, and the last few rounds from the latter's bow 75mm gun skimmed meaninglessly a few dozen meters off the far side of the NASCAR class.

"How dare you plan to attack a battleship that's out of the line of battle...? Damn it...Crozier!" Halbarton said through gritted teeth, while banging the armrest of his seat hard.

Without needing his orders, the Menelaus's beam main guns were already firing in the direction of the ZAFT ships.

On the ZAFT's side, both the Ziegler and Lanigao teams only expressed their displeasure at the Kruse's head-grabbing actions, and in response, they pushed their own ships forward slightly, leaving the Kruse's Gamov and Vesalis behind.

The only good news for Halbarton in a few minutes was that the Archangel had indicated that the last of the X-series had returned to combat status. While it wasn't something he'd wanted to have the boy back in action, he had to give a heavy nod as he watched the front lines ravaged by several other X-Series, a Nelson class bridge going up in flames while the culprit disappeared from the surveillance screen with a turn, the red silhouette kept moving through the web of fire, and wherever it went, the MA team took quite a beating. Defaulted to the request to strike.

"But make sure you cover it, don't get hurt, and the Archangel as well, make sure you protect yourself." Halbarton tried to instruct his student, on the one hand it just didn't make sense to keep the most advanced ships and MS from firing a single shot when the front lines were tight, and on the other hand the cost of losing them was more than he could bear, the long and calculating Wise General looked confused in a rare moment when the communications hung up. For the first time, he felt that it might have been a mistake to have the X-series he'd poured his heart and soul into appearing in the world?

If everyone on the battlefield hadn't been so focused on the battle that was taking place, someone could have noticed that there was a bit of an unusual heat source that was flickering in the gravel belt at the edge of the battlefield.

Somewhere in the band of gravel.

"The old man is not thinking straight." A male voice said so.

"At the expense of the entire fleet for that one ship?" Another, younger, male voice responded

"If he wanted to repel them, he shouldn't have lined up for defense on the unfavorable terrain in low orbit."

"And if he has no confidence in repelling the enemy, why is he lining up on this deadly terrain?"

"Is he so confident that he thinks he can win even in unfavorable terrain?"

"And if that's the case, why did you protect that special attack ship like a baby back there?"

"All right gentlemen, booster rockets confirmed installed and ready to sail, chit chat time is over."

"New technology verification fleet, ready for departure!"

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Extra Chapter, The Incursionist - New Technology Validation Fleet

"This is Lieutenant Commander Remiret, requesting status reports from all ships." Though the portholes were floating full of debris, ahead of the ships was a long-cleared passage leading to low orbit, and the fleet, which had been crouched in the debris belt for some time, finally waited for an opportunity.

"Nuremberg, ready to begin the countdown."

"Lexington, booster rockets normal."

"No Regrets, ignition ready."

"Counterstrike, all clear."

"All fleets, anti-shock readiness, booster rocket ignition countdown, ignition in 40!"

"Boost rocket normal, start countdown."

"3

, 2,

Light the fire!" The chief engineer immediately closed his mouth so as not to bite his tongue under the sudden G-force, and the six large booster rockets strapped around the hull opened their mouths wildly. The long, slender hull of the Nelson class conversion shuddered as if in the cold Siberian wind, and Commander Remiret ambled down under the powerful G-force, keeping a firm grip on the captain's chair's armrest.

He'd been waiting for one of these battles for a long time, and putting targets in range of guns and torpedoes instead of just relying on those fragile MAs for anti-ship missions was a theory he'd been a firm believer in since his cadet days - though few people would pay attention to a tiny captain's theory that is. In the beginning of the war, Remy was still a small captain, in a patrol mission, with the cooperation of the MAs in tow, he commanded the battleship and successfully shot down two MS; then, as the commander of the patrol fleet, he took the initiative to exchange fire with the ZAFT ships several times during the otherwise insignificant patrol mission and led the fleet to retreat, so he was given a strong fighting spirit and enthusiastic offensive spirit! Evaluation; among his peers, but known as Luckystar. if the battle hadn't been so bad, he might have made a good name for himself for those few battles, but against a main fleet full of dockyard wreckage, there wouldn't have been too many people to notice a small patrol fleet shooting down a few MS like that.

Remiret didn't like the idea of crouching silently at the base of the moon's surface licking his wounds like the rest of them, all the while lamenting the strength of his opponent; he knew how to deal with the enemy, and since the first of the advancing Ginn had burst open in a barrage of missiles fired in unison by RAM and the MA squad, he'd watched a mech arm fly by the porthole of his bridge.

He went to the breakaway fleet first, continuing his tactic of commanding a fleet made up of 130m classes to trouble Zaft transports without fear of the opponent's heavy guns and MS and bravely approaching to fire torpedoes costing Zaft a few more MS and transports. Then he was reassigned to the New Technology Verification Fleet, and the young men who had worked long and hard in the dock for new warheads and weapons and were eager to try them out needed a commander, a commander who could lead them to the best opportunities to fire those weapons.

"How's the hull?" Remiret gripped the armrests firmly, barely audible.

"The oscillations are within normal limits and not over budget." An equally unnatural voice under G-force replied.

"Hangar, report status."

"All clear, no abnormalities in the MA or missile suspension."

"Torpedo bay?"

"All clear, Mk48C launch preparation complete."

"Attention, 30 seconds to disengage acceleration, main engine ignition!"

"Attention all ships, this ship is about to disengage from acceleration in 30 seconds, please enter combat immediately after disengaging!" Red countdowns popped up in sync on every terminal in every cabin and corridor.

"Attention! Port starboard/starboard gravel belt, large heat source!" The radar officer's alarm simultaneously resounded through the bridges on both sides of the battle line, and the radar officer who was focused on the front line of battle only discovered the new intruder from the side of the battle line after hearing the dripping alarm from the thermal scan radar.

"Battleship-class heat source *5, . Accelerating at an acceleration unattainable by normal battleships approaching!" The added yellow arrows were projected onto the 3D battlefield situational image, and the wedge-shaped fleet emerging from the gravel belt was like the tip of a spear, thrusting forward into the joint position of the ZAFT's somewhat disjointed fleet.

"Target acceleration slowed, type confirmed, all five targets are Nelson class modifications, Earth Force!"

There was silence on the bridge of the Nazca class for a moment, the adjusters looked at each other as if they had never expected such a thing to happen, the combined fleet never seemed to have such a tactic. Where did they get the courage to plunge straight into Zaft's fleet of five main ships with a district of five cruisers?

"Enemy ships are firing MAs," the Zaft radar officer dutifully continued to report.

"Have Team Lanikau release the rest of the MS urgently, quickly, then this ship will accelerate and catch up," the masked man was the first to react on the bridge of the Vesalis, and just as the battle had begun and the X-Series had torn through the box defences of the Eighth Fleet, he suddenly recalled that his progress in pursuit of the Archangel had gone smoothly The opening of the ship didn't always mean a successful ending, and now, something similar was indeed happening. "Also, inform Gamov to prepare to turn, and this ship to prepare for an emergency turn to retreat."

"What?"

At Ardis' startled expression, Crusher merely nodded sternly.

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"Note that the booster rocket has been abandoned."

"Very well, MA launch immediately, torpedo bay, fire control officer in position." Winster sat steadily on the bridge, the previous rapid acceleration of the G-force impact and the roaring noise in his ears already a thing of the past. The ship was now plunging forward at almost the highest speed it could achieve, slowly turning its guns - and perhaps even turning its hull to do so-. -of the ZAFT fleet. The MAs and missiles released when the ships reach their maximum speed have a high initial velocity, which is good news for those Mk48 series torpedoes that are easy to intercept at low speeds.

He looked down at the gunnery captain, who was buried in the targeting screen, and forcibly suppressed his desire to use his captain's authority for beyond fire. Looking up, the frontal main screen was projecting the flashing jet of light from the tail of the just-attacked MA squadron.