Gundam Fire Still

On the data link, the 3, which had turned back around, dropped two 250kg low resistance bombs on the smoke cloud below with the help of the downsight radar, but looking at the MS on the radar signal that were making rapid evasive movements, Mu was well aware that the almost haphazardly dropped bombs would hit nothing with the excellent evasive capabilities of those adjusters. It had been earned, though, and he had given the command channel to return to the plane, and below the wing, the guerrilla carts were surrounding the still-burning wreckage of the Baku, giving him a momentary illusion that the scene below was like a group of cheering hunters surrounding their massive prey. The fighting style and impulsive nature of the local guerrillas did indeed resemble that of the ancient hunting people; and then, a fragment of memory, which he had almost ignored before, suddenly drifted through his brain, and against the background of the night and the flaming villages and towns, as the guerrillas roared in anger and jumped into their fighting vehicles, there seemed to be something of value in the noise of the wind in his ear-drums. Stuff.

few minutes later

"I think the Intelligence Convergence would be interested in this," the fighter pilot on the communications screen made a face like he was trying to remember, and Roy, sitting in front of an isolated communications screen on the bridge, was a little puzzled. No sooner had the returning air formation entered the ship's communications range than the Major sent a communication request from a new encrypted communications channel.

"It's like this, that brat, she's called..."

"What kid?" Roy didn't realise who he was referring to for the first moment, then he realised the purpose of the need for encrypted communications "Wait, it's the one that knows about the X-series..."

"It seems that she was going after it and the bearded man tried to stop her when she was shouted at as, Kagali."

Carrie?

Roy realized he must have heard the name at some point, but couldn't make out a suitable face in his brain right now.

Then he remembered that the kid had a, typical ORB accent.

Due to a certain lack of imagination on the part of the author, a good portion of these lack the name of the original setting's mass-produced weapon using the name of some sort of weapon from this location, and it's fine to treat it as a magical alteration or as an entirely new weapon.

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Interlude - The Story of a Teenager - Its Third, Homecoming

As the adjuster boy looked out of the plane's porthole at the gradually emerging outline of the Orb Island group at the junction of sea and sky, he wanted to say to himself with relief, "Finally, home." .

He felt his eyes get a little sore, because he knew that he was probably cheating himself. He next seriously told himself that he had to suppress this urge to weep when he saw his parents.

He was pretty sure that the person he had been was not coming back; and he was no longer sure that this, too, was still the same home.

For as long as he could remember, he had grown up in Copernicus on the Moonface, and then in his later school years in Heliopolis, Obu; his own best friend from Copernicus' time had donned the uniform of Zaft, and Heliopolis, where he had studied and lived, had become a pile of debris in the universe; and now, only now that he was in Obu proper, he hadn't actually visited the land too many times.

He didn't know how Aub would feel about himself, even if he hadn't gone to United Earth Headquarters to collect the low orbital battle medal that had been awarded to him, even if he had turned down a seat that United Earth had left for him on the diplomat's plane, but it was impossible to ignore the impact of this explosive series of events; and, to add to that, Lax. Klein, if on the content regarding the low orbital battle, Earth United was able to keep the mouths of the news media shut on the grounds of military secrecy, then on the issue of the PLANT's songbird, the wolfish media types were not likely to miss a beat.

The Atlantic Federation's government quickly made the decision to make public the fact of her presence in the Atlantic Union, and allowed the young girl to briefly show her face at the Foreign Office building. A spokesman for the Foreign Office then briefly stated that the Earth Federation would keep her safe, and claimed that it would attempt to consult with PLANT on a number of issues, including her, and the treatment of civilians and prisoners of war in the war.

Even if the JCS worked hard to conceal how and when they got her, the report that was eventually released under pressure from all walks of life was full of blacked-out (i.e., couldn't be revealed for secrecy reasons) content that couldn't deter those in the media who were already accustomed to looking for clues - be it Entertainment or political reporters are good at searching for information that interests them. In the few hours he had been in the Atlantic Federation, a reporter had pushed back out of the shuttle according to the time the songbird had arrived in Washington, D.C., and then found in a few blurry photos from the airport who had gotten off the shuttle, the Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs of Alsta, a civilian debriefing on behalf of the Eighth Fleet, a soldier in a Marine uniform, holding some sort of ball and with a pink The long-haired figure, and the unidentified teenager in the back, he knew it was himself.

He didn't know how long it would take for those people to connect this person, this event, to those neutral emergency recruiters that the Combined Forces were equally distracted by, but he knew one thing, the people in Orb and Peace would be more interested in this news about Princess Plant than in the low orbital battle, especially if it was clueless and could leave enough to their imagination.

Then he suddenly realised that his brain seemed to have gone a little sideways, there was no reason why they would associate Plant's princess with his own appearance, no reason at all, after all, the Combined Forces had blacked out the time, place, type and pilot of the lifeboat recovered in the report, and was concerned more about what perhaps should have been the political machinations of PLANT that might have been evident in this incident, or the Combined It was only right that the army hoped to get something like that through her, crowd-pleasing conspiracy theories. He was at a bit of a loss, such deviations in thinking rarely occurred in his Adjuster's sufficiently rational and calm brain, the next self should have no interaction with her, he knew this well, whether she was in Washington or sent back to PLANT would no longer be relevant to himself as an ORB civilian.

But why, do you care?

Anyway, that Kira from back then, Kira . Yamato, the average Ob student teenager, is never coming back.

He didn't know what his then-self would have thought when he saw such a scene, but when the current one saw the protest banners being waved along the main road of Orb, he realized that the neutral country was hardly immune to a world strewn with war.

That old man from the United Army was right, civilians hadn't liked either war or politics, and they had no reason to favor one side or the other; but when the effects of the war actually came to them and intervened in their lives, the situation was different. If, in the early days of the war, Ob's government had been able to blame the rise in prices, especially of foodstuffs that required large quantities of imports from the United Earth, and the unusual fluctuations in the stock market on the war itself, and in so doing had continued to emphasize the superiority of Ob's neutrality, rather than on one side of the war; from the time the first shell had been fired at Heliopolis, Ob's land in space, things had gradually Out of the Asha's control.

"That is?"

"Probably pushing for the casualties of Heliopolis to be announced and for the government to get tougher on that one, the protests have been going on for a while now." The mother in the front seat replied, "You're back after all the danger you've been through, everyone else should have survived."

He hadn't talked to his parents much about his experience after landing, it seemed to be a general consensus on both sides, but he knew he had no reason to think his parents knew nothing about it. But he also knew that his parents were a little too optimistic this time.

He remembered.

"The place is full." That had come over the intercom at the shelter's front door.

"There's only one door left in Area C there." The Union officer had said this to him.

He remembered the Union soldiers cursing the ORB guys for not knowing how to build enough shelters.

He remembered the earth that had been ripped open there, the debris of buildings and vehicles flying through the void.

........

It couldn't be zero if we were talking about casualties, and he shook his head silently, he didn't like the conclusion he'd come to either. If someone's loved one, someone who knew someone, had died because of that war outside of their country, then the possible hatred that could arise might lead to more than just the protests he saw.... That's already a sign of enough restraint from the families of the missing or those involved in a peaceful environment.

And the warring sides, who could both use it to exert influence because they didn't want Orb to fall to the opposing side....

He forced himself to look away, to the other side of the street, the people walking, the children playing, and the peace that belonged to this country, and forced himself to put certain thoughts out of his mind.

Even though his own thoughts had been forever changed by the war he had briefly been a part of, he hated it as much as the vast majority of his compatriots, more so than those who had never experienced it.

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Does anyone know the name of the town/settlement where the tiger was stationed? The version seen at hand translates to... City Council... Have you ever seen a town with a damn name like Urban Council.... Is there any translation that looks more like a town name?

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11. warfare still

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North Africa, small town in the eastern Sahara, near the Zaft military base

Antebellum .

Barthelfelut sniffed his nose above his coffee cup in satisfaction, the smell of gunpowder in the air, some blood and the aroma of the coffee that had passed into his nose mixing into a particular smell, one that he couldn't directly concoct no matter how much he changed the recipe for the coffee.

Just a dozen meters away, a crater from an RPG was still smoking, and there were still visible bullet holes in the ground a little closer, but these didn't threaten him, what really caused him some distress was further away when an assailant pulled the bomb strapped to his body after taking a few rounds, sending the two closest soldiers to the hospital.

The town is known in the local language as the "city council", probably because it was originally the nucleus of a nearby village, but it was still too backward for the modern adjuster, but it did have the best hotels and airport for hundreds of kilometers, which meant that it was relatively the best place to station troops in this remote and backward corner of the desert.

But moving the base here from Cairo hadn't prevented some of the trouble that followed, and the attack he'd encountered a few minutes ago was by no means the first since moving here. There had always been sporadic attackers, but this was the most they'd ever deployed, and the first time they'd shouted "For a Blue, Clean Earth". The Blue Perestroika people, which were indeed fanatics judging by their poor fighting qualities, had been here for some time, and his men had been strictly checking vehicles and people entering and leaving the town. Raw faces, and the Plant equipment would have kept out the weapons and explosives trying to be brought into the city, but this time they probably had the help of the local guerrillas, those who had lived here for generations had always been able to conjure up weapons and bombs in the city they knew so well, supporting them in what was probably retaliation for the burning of their village.

"Dakusta, let's go," he stood up to greet his lieutenant, the jeep whizzing through the low bungalows and through the crowds of people, he thought he could almost see the look in the eyes of certain people in the crowd that made him uncomfortable. He had thought his carrot and stick policy would work, to maintain peace and order in the areas he could control, but there was no mercy for the attackers and guerrillas, the skill, equipment, physical prowess and reflexes that the adjusters possessed would always render the attackers futile, and even if they had the sense of being martyrs, they would hardly achieve their goals, they would eventually give up; and be able to enjoy order and The citizens of normal life, on the other hand, would slowly come over to his side as the keeper of order. But now things didn't seem to be going as he had imagined, the inhabitants of this land that had seen so many wars didn't seem to recognize the value of a normal life, the sharp, laced look of hatred that would always be in the locals' eyes.

"Has anything changed in the war?" He strode faithfully back to his command post located on the top floor of the hotel, taking up an entire wall of the screen, the few arrows that stretched out from Cairo representing the coalition forces were still a little further forward than when he had last seen them. Cairo was originally an empty city that he had released to the main Union army, fighting position battles was not something that Zaft soldiers and MS were good at, and it was in the desert that he had the mobility advantage of an army that might have some advantage.

"Ringer's Baku ambushed a Union advance in the desert, destroying three MBTs and more than five armored vehicles with no losses of his own; Mahar's Za'ut shelled another Union advance, destroying at least four armored vehicles, but soon encountered a Union air attack, losing one aircraft in the bombardment while wounding a Union attack plane. Meanwhile their ammunition is about to bottom out and they need a supply..."

"Good shot," the tiger nodded, this was one of the few good news stories in recent times, "Get them to the nearest supply point, the guerrillas can't destroy them all, did they say how long after the firing the air raid arrived?"

"No, but they should have shelled it for quite a while."

"What did AWAC (note 1) Ginn find out?"

"The early warning squad did report spotting the target from that batch, but they don't know when Zavut opened fire..." The adjutant looked helpless. It seemed that the neutron jamming was causing trouble for the enemy as well as causing similar trouble for himself.

"Did the early warning squad find anything else?"

"Coalition high altitude targets are increasing, presumably reconnaissance and AWACS, but cannot confirm if they are manned or unmanned, all above Dinn's maximum elevation limit."

"Tell all squads on the front lines to stick to quick strikes and quick evacuations, the coalition will counter-attack even faster than before." He knew exactly what those overhead monitors were up to, and even with neutron interference, the chances of a surprise attack his men could make were being curtailed. "Have you found the Combine's descending forces yet?"