Gundam Fire Still

"Is he, is this guy crazy?" The startled MSD driver stared at him, while Gary was a step further than he thought he would be. The original tiny deck already stood with two planes in a standoff with each other, and the remaining space was just barely enough for one to land, and for an MS falling from the sky to accurately step into this space was as near impossible as dropping a rock into a bottle from hundreds of meters away.

"Good, then hold a ceasefire before the ORB fleet opens fire." Carl said as he switched comm channels, "The firefight on deck is over, but we're still being locked down."

"Turn, close in on the ORB fleet and close up the main guns." Orders were given in order on the bridge, followed by a sound from the side but then another noise from the side of the ship.

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3. island of peace (1)

"Jesus, how did that guy do that? You know the ship is sailing as well."

"Presumably that's the advantage of the Adjuster's physical capabilities?"

"No, I don't think so, I've dealt with them on the moon side and they are really sharp, but not to this extent," the MSD's side screen played over and over again the images from a few seconds earlier and the two slightly relaxed members of the crew began to study the previous battle" What do you think, sir?"

"I'm not sure, but I have a theory," Carl, though still wearing his headset and microphone, had relaxed slightly and rested his head on the backrest of his battle position "Galen, you know, a soldier who enjoys fighting the enemy will show more than a soldier who joins the army just to get a paycheck and get by Strong fighter."

"If the level of training is the same and one isn't unluckier than the other, it is,"

"And if there's some deeper, or noble purpose, this warrior would perform at a stronger level, or have more courage or a stronger will" he paused a little, "doesn't that sound like some sort of... Some sort of metaphysics?"

"As far as I know, similar miracles have happened from time to time in the history of warfare."

"And that boy, whom I have dealt with before," Carl's tone seemed to soothe a little, "could do better than any other adjuster, if he were given a reason for having to fight, and I suppose you have heard of the voyage the ship made from Heliopolis to low orbit, using the same A series of planes, and several times as many adjusters to go around, he's exerted more than the average adjuster's combat power, and this time it's probably this and that."

"Just to make us drop our weapons? It's kind of unbelievable."

"I don't know, but a lot of people in this country do seem to believe that much: peace is what this country is built on."

"Honestly, sir, I don't believe in that at all."

"You know, and I know, and I'm sure there are some sensible people in this country who know the truth, but he's still too-young after all."

At the same time, the teenagers

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"......." The young man was silent for a moment, "If you fall in, it's still Orb's territorial waters and we'll still have to retrieve you. So it's better not to fall in."

The crimson fuselage now had one foot half dangling over the outside of the deck, and the previous steering of the ship caused its feet, which were already standing on the edge of the deck, to make a screeching sound of friction, almost falling into the water. But both sides were well aware of one thing, the sealing properties that the X-series designed for cosmic warfare MS possessed would not be afraid of shallow seawater in the slightest.

"That's not what I'm referring to!" The other boy spoke angrily, but only half said, "But thanks." The body that had been about to slide into the water was being held firmly in place by another MS standing in the middle, and the mechanic that had stopped the lightsaber from cutting him down was now a solid support to stop him from falling.

"You..." /"You..." Both sides spoke at the same time, and then listening to the sound of the headset's, familiar voice, there was an awkward silence in the MS contact communication channel, fortunately there was no way for this communication through contact alone to be heard by the outside world.

"I don't like this scene at all." Hoffman's face looked ugly as he looked at the view of the deck captured by the side camera.

"Yeah, I hope the guys on the ORB fleet keep their mouths shut, this was supposed to be a covert operation." Roy was equally cold "It seems like all covert operations go awry when they get involved with ORB."

Colonel Chisaca, the ORB representative standing in the back corner looked helpless, but he knew that this was the best he could hope for. As a veteran of a special airborne unit that was proficient in fighting, shooting, infantry tactics and airborne, it had been a long time since he had walked the line of life and death since he had been Missy's escort, the amazing things that Missy did from time to time were really only on the level of child's play for him, and he was confident that he could protect her even on a desert battlefield; but with the ship under siege on the ocean sea The time when he was well aware that there was nothing he could do, and while the G-force of the battleship's evasion and the concussion of the shot didn't cause him any fear, if the ship was sunk, he realized that he didn't have the confidence to take Missy on a sea survival mission. Shouldn't he take a refresher course in battleship command? Such thoughts surfaced in the colonel's mind. (Yes, that's you, did you really go to school when you were in command of the Kusanagi?)

"I'm afraid it's going to be hard to end this, isn't it?" Hoffman turned his face toward the intelligence officer.

"Nothing," Roy shrugged, there was always a backup plan, and improvisation was a necessary feature of intelligence work, but there was no need to tell the fleet commander to know these things.

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In the meantime, the Obu administration

"And now...we'll have to finish up for this farce."

Amidst the buzzing background of whispered voices of the cabinet, Uzmi. Nara. Asha said with a serious look on his face as he stood up. The cabinet members also looked equally grave. To Orb, this matter was far more complicated than a mere invasion of territorial waters. Naturally, the fact that Kagari - the former representative's only daughter - was also on board that invading ship made the situation even more difficult. But the problems didn't stop there.

"Where's the official statement?"

"The second draft of the draft is out..."

Accustomedly - as if he was still the official head of representation - Uzmi nodded, only to have the secretary rush the draft over to him, but not to the current representative.

In the face of enormous trouble, the cabinet, already accustomed to passing the buck to each other, had to rely on Uzmi again. A few weeks ago, when he had resigned, countless politicians could not hide the smiles that spread across their faces, and although the old lion still had some power left, he would not have the prestige he once had when he was away from the core; but they had not expected that the time in which they would be able to celebrate their resignation would be so short, and as the reports from the front became more and more urgent, they coincidentally turned their attention once again to the middle-aged man who was among the ordinary members of the cabinet. Uzmi was well aware that it was the same gaze he had seen when he was still sitting in the delegate's seat, not when he had left that seat, and everyone seemed to take it for granted as Uzmi flew through the manuscript.

"Latest report from the Second Fleet, a Zaft MS has been forced to land on the deck of the Combine, with two additional frigates left to monitor the departure of the servo-damaged Zaft ships." A junior officer guarding the communications equipment in the corner of the room reported the news ahead by the book, his hard tone couldn't hide the tension, but he was probably the loudest person in the room, aside from Uzmi.

"Telegraph the Second Fleet, take them to Twilight, just dock them at the outer harbor, the harbor doesn't need heightened security, no, they don't need to be isolated." Uzmi spoke as he circled the document, "Don't gag the media, but still tell the Second Fleet to keep it secret."

"That's fine. -- I'll leave you here with that ship and the 'Twilight Society'." When he finally stood up, Homura, who was sitting in the representative's seat, felt a sigh of relief.

"-That ship is a big enough mess..."

As he was about to step out of the room, the words came out in a flock of cranes over the never ending noisy background noise behind him.

"What's the use of saying this at this time - again." After throwing down the words with righteousness, the man walked out the door with a grim face.

But he himself knew very well that it was nothing more than a bluff, and this time the trouble, more than anything else, lay with the troublesome child, no, probably with himself. What he himself had done, perhaps it was superfluous?

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Update slowly, recover slowly, that's about it.

Thank you for those of you who haven't abandoned the pit P.S..... Is it my imagination that Dottie is getting slower lately? It took a long, long time to climb up.

4. Island of Peace (2)

Intelligence is being done and it's not going to stop, they're happening here, there, and there.

ROY. Gale, the Intelligence Integration Officer, was looking grimly at the images captured by surveillance cameras in various parts of the ship, the ORB navy had drawn a blockade in the distance, but the camera flashes lit up from time to time in that direction, the two MS, the ship, and the wounds on it, all targets of interest to the media, and he knew that a more seasoned man could have judged more from the photographs . Some of the soldiers were patrolling a little closer, but he could well see that some of them had hidden agendas different from the others. The red MS, which had once belonged to the Allied forces but actually belonged to Zaft, was standing on the shore of the harbor, but the pilot of it seemed to have no intention of coming down, a scene that was subtly ironic; this MS, and also this ship, both produced by the ORB, but at the moment did belong to opposing sides, while being watched vigilantly by the ORB ships, a vigilance which Very necessary, as the firepower of both was enough to cause great damage to their producers, the MS that belonged to the ORB stood solemnly on the side of the ORB column, knowing that its presence was a signal in itself. On the side of the ship away from the shore, an ORB harbor patrol boat livery that was very unassuming in the column was slowly approaching trailing white waves, the bow signal was signaling with a blinking light, and he knew that the man he was waiting for was coming.

"As you know, I, Orb, am a neutral country."

The strong man sitting in front of him with a serious expression said words that could have easily been predicted. This was the former head of the ORB, Uzmi. Nara. Asha - Kagali's father. For a seasoned politician, facetiously uttering such nonsense was probably mandatory, Hoffman swore under his breath, he had only intended to drop the trouble appropriately on the guy from the Intelligence Fusion, but the latter had indicated that the ship had a sufficient level of secrecy for someone to show up, and that doing so would help communication with the ORB side, as if the ORB lion wasn't Likes to face a rat, or a rat's kind, alone. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he still appeared in the small meeting room as the highest commander of the ship. He used the corner of his eyes to look at his own men, Marius, the young captain of the female ship sitting at ease, probably intimidated by the other side of the "Lion of Orb" name, such young people, really too young ah, Hoffman could not help but think so.

"The official statement has been issued by the Obu that your ship has had to dock due to damage to the helm and is unable to leave, so you must leave the territorial waters within forty-eight hours of making the minimum repairs that will allow you to resume navigation." The middle-aged man paused, "At least that's what the official statement says."

"After all, it's not practical to have the entire Second Fleet playing deaf and dumb." Colonel Chisaka added, as a former passenger of the ship, and as proof of his visitor status, he was standing behind Uzmi in the posture of a seasoned guard.

"Well, then, at least one of our tasks has been accomplished, and that is the handover, Mr. Colonel, and..."

"That stupid spoiled daughter is a real pain in the ass for you." Uzumi laughed bitterly.

"If being able to dine and sleep in the Sahara and march through the desert at night in a robe carrying an RPG with guerrillas can be called spoiled," Hoffman joked, shaking his head, "then there aren't any unspoiled children in all of North America. "

There was a small burst of suppressed laughter in the conference room