Gundam Fire Still

"What do you think of this country?" The female asked an abrupt question, but didn't seem to be expecting an answer to the general questioning of herself, "I don't really know, the equal and peaceful country that the Asha's maintain is indeed wonderful, but for the Hasak's, it's them, and actually us, who have stained their hands and taken on the dirty work behind the scenes to succeed. Lord Lund says she's the one truly protecting this country, but I'm not sure if that's the case."

The female was silent again for a little while, "I should have had you sworn in before this, or at least tried to persuade you to join your lord's faction, and then again, I should have had you sign a more advanced confidentiality agreement, but I'm not sure myself exactly what the right thing to do would have been. So, in any case, there's something you need to see."

With that, she turned around and walked towards a closed door on the side of the office, seemingly without doing anything, the door opened abruptly, as if she had made some kind of major decision in her mind, she froze in front of the door for a moment, then walked in with confidence, not even looking back to see if the teenager was still following her.

He could smell something different from the lab and somewhat similar to the smell of oil and solvents in the workshop, he could hear some kind of electrical current running in the distance, and the hum of an air conditioner or ventilation fan, the door he had come from had closed silently, and at the front of the walkway, the shadow of a large gate seemed to be visible. By the time he reached the door, Director Simmonds had finished opening it, and what was behind it slowly unfolded in the teenager's vision, and the teenager realized that he didn't seem too surprised.

---It was MS, a mechanical weapon with a similar body shape and similar face to the Gundam

Just as one would expect.

Why the raid on Gundam was in the Twilight Society, Professor Kato's mission back in the day, and the slightly displeased look on the Union Army's face when they mentioned Orb from the contact along the way. It was obvious, it, no, they were supposed to be here.

"Her name is ASTRAY," the woman murmured in a tone that held a certain reminiscence, "Lord Runde told me to name it."

"Is it to, like, make them move?"

As if gaining insight into everything, the teenager spoke up.

With considerable MS piloting and combat experience, the teenager was quick to notice the difference between these bodies and the raid, the predominantly white, interspersed with a red paint job meant it didn't have PS armor, the slimmer lines, the added spouts in the hands and feet, the larger quad propulsion wings and jet fuel packs on the back all indicated that this was a body that was focused on mobility, and he was well aware that the difficulty of maneuvering was directly proportional to the flexibility of the body.

"Well, the fact is that moving is already possible, and the operator hit his head in the last test, so there's no test program today," said Erika Simmonds, looking a little uneven, "but, really, we want to make it stronger. -- like you did with 'Raid Gundam'. I hear the joint already has a natural maneuvering system?"

"That's right," he remembered the nimble movements of that Ginn, and it was clear to him that it was indeed a natural who sat in there

"Then we're already behind." The female's expression looked a little depressed, "We have to try to catch up."

"I see," after a moment of silence knowing, the teen nodded, knowing full well that he had no choice in arriving here.

"In that case, besides, there's a special mission in 5 days that you'll have to take out in it, so we don't have much time."

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"Here, is this the location of the mission?" The lone MS in the island group near the border was looking out over the horizon where flashes of light occasionally erupted in the distance, the fuselage's electronic reconnaissance equipment faithfully displaying the waves in the surrounding air that had not yet been muted by neutron interference. Combined encrypted communications, Zaft's encrypted and unencrypted communications, and the Second Fleet's plaintext warnings were all displayed on the screen. He hadn't expected the situation to be this troublesome, he had thought that all he had to do was find the Combine ship that had issued the code and take it to the secret base, but he hadn't expected Zaft to have caught up to the borderline. He'd been far enough away to recognize the type of ship, the one he'd become quite familiar with, the one he'd protected, and he wondered if those acquaintances were still on that ship, and if they were still the ones he remembered, no, just for the mission, the ship shouldn't have been sunk here.

And the flying Siege was made up of the same machines that he knew and had fought with, as if the play that had been on the universe a few months ago was once again taking place here, on the borders of Orb, and the only characters missing were himself, and the raiding Gundam now, which was almost ironic, as if he was just so far removed from the war. He was well aware that his best friend from back in the day was still on one of those MS's, and yes, he wasn't a guy who would get shot down easily.

Before he actually decided what he should do, his brain was already planning how to intervene in this battle that was not far away, relying on jetpacks and propulsion wings, the lightweight was enough to fly across these waters, next he could consider grabbing a flight pedestal or landing on the deck of a battleship, but then what? The fighting should never extend into the territory, but he knew himself well enough that even adding the Second Fleet wouldn't force them to stop fighting, and he doubted the Second Fleet would open fire, fleets filled with guys who thought Obu would remain peaceful so they joined the army to muddle through wouldn't have the courage to actually, fire at a target that was being manned by a living man.

He could feel his heart beating a little faster as he watched the regiment approach the borderline a little closer, the peace of Aub, and the neutrality of Aub, both of which were principles that had to be upheld, were now in jeopardy?

A sudden, seemingly underwater explosion suddenly erupted a little way from the battlefield in front of him, and as he was slightly confused, a new communication overlaid multiple public channels, and an urgent voice was shouting

"This ship, owned by Zaft, will cease all combat operations upon entering ORB waters due to difficulty steering, possibly due to force majeure."

In that case, it was time for them to retreat, right? Such thoughts lingered in the young man's mind for a moment before his eyes confirmed the fireball that had erupted in front of him on the hull of the white battleship.

"How can we retreat when we're here!" A déjà vu roar erupted over the unencrypted public channel, but the war cry ended abruptly with a muffled grunt, and on the main screen of the fuselage, the same blue and white Gundam that he felt so familiar with was falling into the water with a splash.

That being the case, watching the ship as it was inching closer and closer to the line that wasn't drawn out at sea, but did exist, the teenager knew he had to do something. He stepped down on the pedal, pushing his fingers on the joystick, the propulsion wings behind him spread out to their fullest extent, and pounced on the battlefield ahead, shouting to the entire channel, "Attention, approaching battleships and MS, the ORB will not allow any combat units to enter the seafront or airspace. If you must enter, you must do so in a peaceful manner." He wasn't sure what the standard shout was like, but he knew he had to do something.

At the moment, the huge dark green hull floating on the far side of the sea was drifting uncontrollably towards the ORB, and Zaft, who had dropped into the water in front of him

Under the cover of the MS splash, the crimson MS had leapt out of the flight pedals and made a hard jump to the deck of the Archangel.

It was then that the ASTRAY, leaping from behind the island, actually appeared on the radar screen of the ships present.

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2. crossing the border

A voice that was quite familiar to some of the members sounded over the comm panel, "What does he want?" Hoffman frowned at the new red dot on the big screen

"I suppose they want us to be able to enter the border in a state of ceasefire, in order to protect the principles of their country?" Roy chuckled, "That's a real effort."

"But how can there be a ceasefire? Now..." I don't know who sent it, but it was interrupted by a violent shock before the words were finished.

"What's going on?"

"Enemy plane one, has jumped on deck!"

"Can you get it down, Carl?"

"Can't hit it in the dead zone of the CIWS." Carl kept switching the external camera screens to take control of the situation, knowing full well that in a situation like this that required a quick response, he mustn't ask too many questions of the frontline pilots, it would screw them over, "We'll have to rely on Galen on the deck."

"Wait, that mech is coming over as well...." The Radar Soldier lost his voice and shouted, the battlefield situation instantly becoming more chaotic due to the appearance of that new airframe.

"Twenty seconds to the borderline." The Navigator reported in order.

"Hell, don't worry too much about that damn line, just get it over with as soon as possible, their fleet won't be firing in the first place." Hoffman waved a large hand, he was going to bet on the likely weaknesses of the ORB, a peaceful nation with a rigid government.

In the meantime, on deck

Galen. Marcel was holding a joystick that had just popped up, he'd been paying attention to the red hull for a long time, it was labeled as a command plane in the data chain, and the guy who'd dealt with them and was now sitting in front of a computer screen in charge of adjusting the information in the data chain was obviously trustworthy. So he was ready when the red fuselage hit the deck with a heavy thud. A button on the side of the cockpit was pressed, and immediately the main screen automatically switched from main gun targeting to a more wide-angle mode, while on the side of the fuselage, a hidden robotic arm was popping out.

For the teenager in the cockpit of the red hull, too much was happening at that moment, and just as the fuselage touched the deck and erupted with a heavy crash, the familiar sound from the unencrypted channel in his headset had filled his ear drums, and he subconsciously tilted his head to glance at the strange MS in rapid approach on the side screen, and what came into view was the blue and white MS that had been in the universe when the Illusion. After a slight pause, he still returned his attention to his current target, and as MS stepped forward, he skillfully activated his wrist light blade; and he seemed to catch something else out of the corner of his eye, then frowned and abruptly stopped what he was doing, the wrist light blade that had swung out in a flowing downward motion and was about to pierce the tracked machine had to be closed, and the machine took a sharp step backwards, already reaching the deck The edge. The red, apparently from some sort of beam weapon arced through the air in a millimetre, "Such a four-unlike body is equipped with a beam weapon?" The teenager's surprise was in his mind.

"I was guarding against that," Galen wasn't sure that his opponent had had a moment's delay, but he believed he could get a few rounds with him with this melee system. He loosened his finger from the joystick button and the light red particle beam flickered out, the uninspired lightsaber instead being harder to defend against because he couldn't see the angle. As a former tanker who was quite knowledgeable about MS, he was well aware of the asymmetrical tactic of pulling in the distance and then using melee weapons that the MS pilot was used to; but the ugly-looking anti-MS destroyer also had enough capital to fight MS in close combat. The 2 had caused the Tiger a bit of trouble with its hidden lightsaber during the desert battle, and thanks to poor communication between the various Zaft units, the man across the cockpit would have been the first to know of the melee system's existence.

The situation on the deck was at a brief standstill, but both sides were well aware that this was a dangerous contest, the blades made up of high-energy particle beams could ignore PS armor as well as ceramic composite armor with explosive reaction modules attached externally, and there was almost zero room for maneuver on the narrow deck. With one hand on the joystick that operated the melee system and the other moved to the main panel, Galen's six-barrel cannon on the MSD's side anti-aircraft module and the 12.7mm machine gun below began to spew fire. The Aslan on the other side reacted quickly, raising his shield to block while returning with a barrage of head machine gun fire, small caliber projectiles bouncing off the armor and the outer decks were in flames for a time.

Not far away, the Orb fleet was in a state of hesitation, for the officers and men on those ships, this was the first time they had actually seen actual combat, the ships burning, the water rushing over the sea, and the close physical combat on the decks, and it was all within their physical field of vision, and from the scale of battle it looked like it was just a stone's throw away, the stray bullets from the warring sides had been able to inflict enough Threatened. The military common sense of the fleet commander was telling him that they should pull back, at least some, or, alternatively, that they would have to fire, but his political common sense, as well as high level orders from the other end of the intermittent communications, demanded that the fleet do its duty of surveillance; the Zaft submarine had surfaced and was signaling steering difficulties as it approached the frontier. Prior to the explosion, the fleet, which was monitoring the Indian Ocean along the border, did spot the Zaft and soon after heard the sound of a torpedo underwater, but the sonar failed to catch the torpedoed submarine, which was not good news for the anti-submarine skilled Obu fleet; on the surface, the sound and light show of the coalition forces and the Zaft not far away also made him feel threatened. Both sides were exchanging EMP shells and particle beams that could easily pierce the conventional ships under their command. The instructions coming from the top were vague, however, as if someone didn't want to be forced to turn away from the warring sides but wanted to see some other outcome, so he could only watch as the Combine's ships and the Zaft flying around them

The MS got closer and closer. Then there was the mysterious friendly MS again, it sent out the Aurora's identification signal, but no status bulletin foretold its appearance, then a strange voice made a confusing announcement to the belligerents, he didn't know what authority the man in that MS had to allow the belligerents to enter territorial waters as long as they ceased fire, at least he himself and the fleet shouldn't have obeyed the man's statement. But who can tell which family didn't send the powerful figure inside that airframe? Playing it safe, he had informed the higher-ups of this as well, but the electronic jamming from both sides of the engagement combined with the background of the original neutron jamming had kept communications intermittent, but he could guess that the higher-ups were supposed to be having a tangled discussion in the conference room, and old Asha, who could have hammered it home, was now forced to sit on the sidelines and make inroads, and the decisions that needed to be made were like all the people who had been temporarily thrust into that position Indecisive, everyone remaining who could talk would try to sell their ideas or attack their opponents, and they, the guys except for old Asha, didn't seem to know that they were running out of time on the front lines, on the battlefield.

"We've crossed the borderline!"

"We're locked on by guided radar and the ORB fleet's guns are pointing at us."

"Jamming bombs at the ready," Hoffman scratched his chin, "but don't worry, I don't think they'll fire."

"They've crossed the borderline, haven't they got the latest instructions?"

"It's the same old reply, permission to fire, but no casualties to them."

"Why, why has it come to this, do you really want to fight on so badly?" In the air not far away, the young man's eyes seemed to spurt out blood.

The thrusters were fully open ASTRAY trailing a long tail flame like a meteor, and the end of the arcing trajectory was the Archangel's spark-spattered deck, and in Kira's eyes everything became clear, the wind, gravity, the thrusters, the changing air currents due to the ground effects of the ship below, everything was factored into the calculations in his head, and the thrusters were steadied to the bottom, and the delicate manipulation of his hands The direction of the nozzle and the throttle, all the details to successfully drop the body onto the deck of the Archangel, and then, he had to stop them. It seemed that the missing role in the cosmic scene from a few weeks ago was about to be filled, and the thought popped into his mind.

Even if the fleet was still dazed, even if the firefight ahead was still going on, even if he was well aware that the MS and the ship had people he knew in it, that was all just fine print now, and since he couldn't convince them to cease fire, he would have to take the initiative to make them stop.

"Galen, can you hear me? Listen, cease fire and back up. I know you're going to hit the wall behind you soon, but back up, that's an order."

Galen. Marcel heard Carl's voice again in his headset suddenly, he couldn't quite understand the order, but he knew the other man was concerned with the larger battlefield, so he carried it out without hesitation. After the instantaneous roar of the engines, the MSD's stern vibrated against the ship's hull as expected, and following that, a violent vibration from the other direction and an arc of light flashing across the main screen during the tremor told him that the order was correct.

The gunfire ceased abruptly, leaving only the low roar of the engines, one robotic arm holding the Holy Shield Gundam's already activated beam blade, the other's lightsaber slicing through what used to be the MSD's main gun, and standing between the two was the strange, but Gundam-faced MS.