Gundam Fire Still

"According to you, where does it end?"

The answer was ultimately words or silence, like the brief conversation today at the end of the meeting. He knew Patrick was still busy working on a new battle plan, and he had thrown his own son into the forefront of the storm. A few weeks ago, he'd met the young man with the gentle eyes, the young man who hadn't yet been weighed down by war or the tedious mundanity of the world, yet his father had just kicked him to the forefront, writing Sarah's surname into the fray in the form of a squad; it was almost as if he was encouraging everyone in Plant to send their own children into battle; shouldn't it be his own job to create one of these Can young people live in a future of peace?

Patrick never wanted to answer the question of how he wanted the war to end.

But he could feel that if he answered, no, he wouldn't like that answer.

He was well aware that the two had completely different views on how the war should end, and it gave him ideas he had never had before, wondering what his old friend who had become a stranger was planning. As far as Plant's polity was concerned, it could be considered a violation of the rules, the Zaft organization and the Plant council were independent of each other, and while the chancellor had nominal control over the Zaft, only the Zaft's commander really controlled the military organization; while all Plant's military actions were subject to the approval of the council, on the other hand, the Zaft had The power to keep parts of a military operation secret. For him to know what Zaft was planning, he would have to seek certain different avenues.

The ringing of the communicator abruptly interrupted the middle-aged man's meditation, and Siegel looked over his shoulder to see a face on the terminal that he hadn't expected to see.

"? When did you get back?"

"It's a long story, but aren't you going to invite me in for a drink?"

The middle-aged man on the screen grinned, and though his face showed signs of fatigue, his smile was bright and reminded him of times past.

The two middle-aged men smiled at each other through the white haze that rose from their coffee cups, then one of them began to pick up the cup and sip it.

"That's the first time I've seen you start drinking straight away without commenting on it."

"Fatigue can make you overlook a lot of things, old chap, I thought you'd ask how I got back here first."

"So you did fail, then?"

"Yes, another defeat where the last one was won.

." The man spilled out a smile, no defeat on his face, "Those guys put up a good fight, not nearly enough to take me out, but soon."

"So, you haven't reported to Zaft's headquarters yet?" Siegel narrowed his eyes, he was sure the other man would know what he meant.

"Not yet, and before I do, I have something I want to confirm," the man returning from the battlefield became serious, "I've heard rumors of a new attack plan on Earth."

"That's right, the new troop increase and attack plan should be approved at tomorrow's jury meeting." The middle-aged man shook his head sadly.

"Patrick, does he really know what he's doing?"

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"Pacifist"

A small fishing boat, about 10 meters long, was struggling along in the morning harmonious breeze of the western Pacific, now that its distance from the nearest fishing port was well beyond the sailing radius of such offshore fishing vessels, but the thin little boat was still heading west, further away from the island of Obuburn.

The boat was made of wood, so no matter how rough it got, it would never sink completely, and the same goes for peace, no matter what wars the world has, pacifism will continue to exist, Jonah. Emiah stood at the helm seat of the fishing boat, holding a cigarette that was glowing with sparks and had not yet been extinguished by the sea breeze, and squinting his eyes to gaze in the direction where the water and sky met. This area of the sea was littered with starry islands, the vast majority of them too small to support human settlement and instead entrenched in tropical flora and fauna. To someone unfamiliar with the area, each of the surrounding islands would look more or less the same, but someone who sailed the area regularly could distinguish the nuances of those islands from a distance and use them as navigation points and, well, some function outside of that.

Smugglers among the Southeast Asian island groups were fond of using these uninhabited islets as hiding places for their stolen goods, and on some of the larger islands they even set up semi-permanent strongholds. But that had been before the war, and with the advent of neutron interference, smuggling groups that had become accustomed to using GPS for satellite positioning and radio for communication began to abandon the waterway, and those semi-permanent strongholds were being abandoned in droves. But Jonah was well aware that this was only a secondary reason, that seasoned smugglers could look at those islands and determine direction and location; the real reason was that Ob's representative, that idiot with the surname Asha, had secretly set the area up for military maneuvers.

"When the world is in crisis, we must find a way to protect ourselves," was the kind of stupidity that made the country, which had always been a moral compass for peace, start developing force once again. The majority of the population doesn't understand the significance of this decision, and while the guy has the audacity to continue to deceive the public by giving speeches about the spirit of Ob, he and his comrades know that it's just a hoax, and that the spirit of this country doesn't need battleships or cannons to be preserved, all that needs to be preserved is the rule of the great families. At least he chose this secluded, uninhabited sea as a testing ground for his navy, which at least shows that they also know that the people do not like weapons or war.

And then the country did pay the price, the Heliopolis tragedy proved the error of Uzmi's policy, the head of state claimed he didn't know and then falsely resigned, but it was the Orb populace in those satellites who really bore the cost. The Aurora MS drew the war, and where were their plans for military reorganization when the Earth Army and ZAFT were fighting in the satellites?

The arms-related trade was lucrative, Jonah. Emiah's father had been a smuggler in the area, and the guns and ammunition transported in fishing boats had been enough to make a quick fortune, but what about the current Ob? The Sailan's ocean-going freighters and the orbital launchers controlled by the Asha's were transporting tons of war resources to both sides of the war, while the Hasak's military-industrial complex was producing at full power, not to mention the all-nighter, the Twilight Society. Certain families were increasing their wealth as a result of the war in the Earth Circle, but these people who had taken to the path of evil were not going to get anywhere, he was convinced of that. The people who had taken to the streets were proof of that, and while their purpose was to seek justice for the tragedy of Heliopolis and to make noise over whether it was the fault of the Union or the ZAFT, it would only take a little guidance to show them that it was the upper families that ruled the Orb that were to blame for it all.

Those families are old and powerful, but that doesn't mean they can't make mistakes, as exemplified by old Asha, who resigned because of the Heliopolis affair and handed over power to his brother Homura, which in itself was a violation of normal procedure. It was a bit sad that the act of appointing a head of state to a relative without any procedure, an act that would have made any democrat wary, had not caused any reaction among the Obu civilians, but things would soon turn around, if he was successful in this action.

He spat out the burned out stub of his cigarette on his mouth, lifted his wrist to confirm the time, and then used the sun and the surrounding islands to reorient himself again, no radar, no positioning equipment, but as the son of an old voyager, he knew how to determine his position through the sun and the islands, while using the dangerously shallow waters here to dodge any patrols and navies that might show up.

A piece of information from overseas told them that the Dawning Society was about to conduct an experiment in the area, not the Navy or the Air Force, but the Dawning Society, and this immediately grabbed their attention. Jonah and his companions hadn't quite trusted those reaching out from across the ocean, but they soon realized that the true pacifists, though few in number, were all over the world. Then came the encouraging news from their friends from the Second Fleet that the fleet was indeed going to be in the area this very day, for some extremely classified mission.

So all the threads were tied together, and the Twilight Society's operation needed to mobilize the Second Fleet to escort them, and what could it be for? If pictures and videos of an ORB MS, or an MS being tested with an ORB fleet escort, appear on the internet, now on stage

The puppet, and the Asha family behind it, will be shaken. The people would know who the traitor to their country was when they saw this peace-oriented nation begin to catch up to the frontiers of war technology.

Soon he was able to see a faint flash of light from his binoculars on the distant water and sky realm, in a somewhat different direction than he had expected, but he adjusted the direction of the ship's advance a few degrees. Whatever was happening there would soon be in his field of vision. He had Zaft to thank for that, though, without neutron interference it would have been difficult for his telescope and camera to capture an overwatch war that could be understood by ordinary people, they wouldn't have known who fired the missiles or who they hit, it was all just a video game of pushing buttons; and it was only with neutron interference that the war became tangible, when one could see the shells being fired and then tearing through the It was only when they opened the thing it hit that they truly realized how valuable peace was, how worth holding on to.

He could hear the explosions from his distance now, but under the cover of the island group it was hard to see what was really going on. The fetid sea breeze and the surrounding islands made it so that he didn't notice the subtle differences between what he was hearing and what he was expecting before. Once he rounded the headland of the next island, he was able to see the scene ahead of him unhindered, he ran back to the cockpit, reduced his speed a little, then grabbed his binoculars and camera and ran to the bow. The normally noisy tropical birdsong of the small island seemed to be silenced by the sound of shooting and explosions erupting ahead of him, and he suddenly looked back in the direction he had come from, as if there was some sort of movement there in the distance, but nothing in particular in the group of islands that he could see. So he returned his gaze to the direction of the bow, and as the fishing boat slowly rounded a large tree that hung down over the water, the lines of fire and flashes of light that erupted on the skyline came fully into view.

He realized immediately, however, that what he was seeing was not what he had expected to see. In the high-powered lens of the telescope, flying over the surface was a white battleship without a port number or logo, shooting a dense net of fire into the surrounding sky.The CIWS's outstretched line of fire made the battleship look like an angry hedgehog from a distance; and like moths or fireflies whirling in the steamy wake of the net of fire and missiles were several agile MS.He could recognize those weren't Ginn. ,nor was it any kind of ZaftMS he had ever seen, and what was presented to his eyes was clearly not an experiment, but a real battle, if he was not mistaken, a battle that he did not wish to be known to the world. He was somewhat confused as to whether this was a coincidence or not, the view of the binoculars swept across the water and sky boundaries that dotted the islands, there was the shadow of a surface fleet at sea level to the southeast, and that was indeed the direction the Second Fleet was supposed to be, which meant the intelligence was not wrong.

There was a hissing sound from the radio attached to the waistband, indicating that some sort of communication was being accessed on the unencrypted public channel

"Your ship and warplanes are approaching the territorial waters of the United Arab Emirates. As a neutral country, we do not accept any armed ships, aircraft or aircraft.

MS

Wait until you enter territorial waters and airspace. Please change course immediately!"

It was clearly the Second Fleet warning both sides of the battlefield of what looked like a coincidental border clash, but he noticed that the white ship was still slowly approaching towards the Obscure Landing Line. While it wasn't something he was expecting, he set up his camera and hoped that no one would notice the small fishing boat still hidden in the shadows of the island. Images would always be useful, the splash of water in the sea, the steam from a particle beam weapon hitting the water, the explosion of a solid bullet hitting its target, the recordings would always be useful. A question began to surface in his mind, where was the Twilight Society that was supposed to be here?

A column of water jutted out over the distant horizon beyond the borderline, and with it the swell rocked the tiny fishing boat, and he focused his camera in that direction, as if something was about to emerge from underwater.

Then he heard some sort of roar from the rear, in the direction he had once cast a glimpse, but it was getting louder, mixed with a powerful wind.

The foliage on No Man's Island swayed wildly, and then he began to regret that he hadn't used his own camera to capture the image that was so profoundly reflected in his mind that he felt he would never forget it for the rest of his life, the huge, backpack thrusters glowing blue with added power as the MS leapt over the small ship and plunged forward into the battlefield with a gust of wind.

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Prologue, Old Rival

"I suggest you move to starboard, they've noticed your position on the port side." Carl said into the microphone, while trying to resist the urge to scratch a raw and painful ear that was caught in the headset.

"Shifting in progress, it'll take a little time if the bridge doesn't do any stunts, over," the low roar of the engine shifting came over the headset, "I kind of understand why MS has to have hands and feet, it's not too easy to shift on deck with tracks. " Galen. Marcel's complaint came next, interspersed with a sigh from the pilot next to his seat.

Carl knew all too well how much trouble it was to have that 60 ton behemoth on deck with its tracks steering, but there was very little he could do, "I'd be on deck if my Ginn was still fighting, First Sergeant, but for now it's up to you." He then switched to the ship's communications channel. "This is Air Command, M02 is shifting on deck, keep your navigation steady, OVER."

"Bridge copy," the cold reply was abruptly cut off and then the channel was inserted by a new voice, "Please explain your orders Major, the ship is under fire from all directions and evasive action is necessary."

"MSD1 is making a diversion on deck, as staying in the same position for too long will result in enemy sniping, and I don't want it falling into the sea."

"I don't want to either, but a ship that stays stable will be a good target for them."

Carl knew full well that Ensign Bucky Lulu was right; the spots representing the enemy swirling around on the radar screen looked like a swarm of hornets attacking their target, and the occasional tremors coming from beneath his feet through the armor plate meant that the ship had been hit many times before.

"The helmsman will make an alert before the emergency evasive, but you'll have to get that guy shifting on deck to speed up." The calm female voice still made a certain compromise.

"Roger, they will also inform the bridge as soon as they are in place. Also, Major Frada's squad can arrive within 30 seconds, so be careful not to miss them."

"Frada's squad? Didn't they go searching the other ship's mothership?" A new voice appeared on the channel, and Carl remembered that it also belonged to a certain controller.

"No longer needed" Mu's voice accessed the channel, "Remember the underwater explosion a few hours ago and the sudden disappearance of MS? We didn't hit it, but we found the wreckage of the submarine carrier, and the MS on it; there were friendly forces around!" Then, seemingly caught up in the fight, the pilot closed his mouth and the only sound left on the channel was the intake of anti-G breaths.

"What about the motherships of these enemy planes?" The bridge side of the ship didn't seem to understand what was going on.

"Dive carriers to any friendly forces that might be there, we need Mu's squad to relieve air defense pressure at the moment, don't we? Also, the MSD fix on the deck is complete." Carl added as he watched a green light come on on the panel.

"Bridge copy."

"Hell, Major, they sure are maneuverable enough." Looking at the enemy planes that had been hovering on the edge of their catapults but just wouldn't get hit, Galen . Marcel complained over the channel, "And the damned armor."