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"Exactly,"

"In fact we've had some good news, the ORB government has agreed to our request for a transport plane to deliver supplies and parts to you, and of course, they've also given Zaft permission to take that MS of theirs in a transport plane at the same time."

"And?" Roy was well aware that his superiors must have more to say, if only to bring in food and replacement armor plate wasn't something worth talking about.

"In light of this picture's recent appearance on the Internet, the Senate and the President have asked us to provide some special supplies through on this transport."

The picture on the side of the screen was the scene of the battle a few hours ago, the ship that had tilted somewhat during the maneuver spitting lines of fire into the air, the lowly MS destroyer on the side deck raising its cannon towards the enemy that had cut down its lightsaber, and closer in, the ORB MS assaulting forward in mid-air, trailing a long, air-distorting ion tail flame.

"Hell, who shot this? This. This is just awful." Suppressed anger and confusion took over Roy's brain for a moment, the details of this unexpected battle, even though it was already known, should have been kept secret.

"An NGO man, a non-governmental pacifist organization."

"Who sponsored it, but they just put it online? It's not like we're being set up by someone, is it? Did our radar not pick up this guy?"

"Shouldn't be the enemy, they're working with a group that's friendly with the CIA money, but not the guys taking our money, so there's no way to shut them up, and this picture has spread across the internet like other battlefield photos from the area, so we're just trying to make the good out of the bad. As far as radar goes, not picking up a 10-meter wooden boat with neutron interference isn't too bad a thing."

"Can anything good come out of anything bad? Heck, a person who knows what they're doing can tell too much from this picture, the way MS is advancing, the holes in our anti-aircraft fire.

Wait."

"Here's the thing, the President and some of the Senate guys he's meeting with, they finally seem to have realized something, our equipment looks like the worst."

"So? Wait, so they're sending in...?"

"Yes. I have to admit, the former Vice President (note: the former President died in the Copernicus explosion and thus took over) is a very imaginative guy."

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6. peace remains?

The island of Silo Nenggelu, the site of the ORB's largest naval base, is also the ORB's industrial center. Now, the storm from the firefight that took place at the border was spreading to this place. Even without the use of binoculars, Carl could see through the portholes of the ships the crowds gathered on the distant streets, not knowing whether they were here to watch or to protest over the incident. Just after the United and PLANT had sent people to contact the soldiers and the ORB government respectively, the protesters who had been somewhat quieted down seemed to have found a new topic and became active again. But there was also a scene worthy of a good spectator. From where he couldn't see, the strategic transport planes belonging to the United and Zaft respectively were parked side by side on the tarmac of the ORB base, the planes belonging to the two opposing sides were parked side by side, and the crew of both sides were staring at each other. The Zaft MS was about to be transported, the MS that had threatened itself several times was now putting its weapons on a trailer, and was probably going to lay the airframe itself in on the next trip. It probably wouldn't be a long stay here, he thought, the war had been going on elsewhere, and the temporary peace that had appeared here was just a coincidence; as the ship docked, the latest news had been synced through the ORB's network to the ship's terminals, and how the various fronts that had seemed rather stable lately seemed to be just the calm before the storm.

And how much longer would you, and this little unit, be delayed here? He thought of it this way, when he was working on Project X at ORB, he had missed the war on the moon's surface because of it, and now he didn't want to miss anything, not at all.

The terminal on his desktop suddenly beeped, and he took a look at the notification on it before turning and leaving the cabin.

The formerly empty deck of the hangar was now occupied by a huge widened trailer, and the cargo container on top of it, two MSDs being repaired, and stacks of parts and tools that had been dragged into a corner.

"So what's this all about?"

"Supply assigned to this ship's aviation unit, er, no, mixed into a maneuvering unit, I need the unit's commander to sign off on receiving it." The officer in charge of the delivery from the mainland, who seemed unfamiliar with the name of the newly formed test unit, smiled as he approached Carl, the most senior officer he could see with a pilot identification badge, and handed over an electronic form.

"Well, I'm the commander," Carl took the list displayed on the small terminal "Let's see what this is, ammunition, propulsion fuel, reserve armor plate, spare beam saber, etc., these models are different from the original, no Ginn thruster assembly? " Karl frowned, MS formed without thrusters can't recover from combat with additional ammunition "And what's with this special equipment?"

"Regarding the special equipment, I am only authorized to disclose it to two officers of the Intelligence Convergence, who will decide who to inform." The officer in charge in the Air Force uniform reported flatly, "but I haven't found them yet."

"Then come with me, I know where they are." Exactly where only one of them was known to Carl, Roy . Gail was so haunted that he could be appearing all over the entire ship, and Jan was an easy character to find, and he would now, apparently, be in the hangar's last surveillance room watching the loading.

"Hello, Jan, I think you're going to have to tell me what you intelligence guys are doing on the sly."

"Hell, Carl, you know damn well.

I didn't do anything," Jan skimmed the corner of his mouth, "but I can certainly explain a few things." He pressed a few times on the terminal on the wall, locking the door to the surveillance room, and then took the mobile terminal, entering a few numbers into it with ease, and pressing his fingerprints in a blank spot where nothing was marked, "That'll do it." , the image on the terminal began to change, eventually stabilizing to present an unexpected, but unusually familiar sight to Carl.

"Now I can tell you what's going on here, as the commander of this ship's MS and other maneuvers, you have a right to know this, in fact this hull is assigned to you,", Carl glanced down through the window, while the trailer carrying the cargo was no longer on board, and the huge container was still closed, lying quietly in the MS Docking in the middle of the deck, he already knew what was there, "This is the Combined Forces own MS, GAT-01E, the raid short sword first production model, the brass thought rather than keep repairing that Ginn, they'd just replace it with one of these." Yang smiled and pointed down.

"Now is it a loose part or one that's already assembled?"

"Split into several already assembled modules, all assembled in just a few hours."

"What about the engine and joint tuning? Reassembly after disassembly is mandatory for recalibration." Carl's questioning suddenly became aggressive.

"It can be done aboard the ship and should be at a point where it can be operational in a short time."

"OS what are you going to do about it?"

"Direct copy of what you have on Ginn, the system is compatible with old format programs and all your records can be saved."

"No, the airframe is different, even if the interface and joint codes are the same, the force feedback, engine performance, and data for each fine-tuned motor position control nozzle are different, this airframe has more nozzles than Ginn, and different locations, I'll have to check the manual later for specific data on the nozzles. Do I have enough secrecy level to read the manual for this airframe?"

"Yes, but you can only come to the communications room to see the encryption system, not the standard terminal, and as for this one, they're handing it back." Jan handed the thin slice terminal back to the original officer.

"Anyway, debugging MS isn't something that can be done in a few hours or days."

"Not even you, Captain?"

"To be able to stand and walk, and that's all there is to it, to fight? No chance." Carl shook his head, "What was that thinking up there? It's simply nonsense, more ammo for the ships and spare armor plates would be nice, so much weight, why not give us more CIWS ammo to spread out."

"This... It's what the top brass meant, the top brass came up with the idea, there's nothing we can do about it." The officer in charge of the shipment whined quietly on the side, "Anyway, you'll have to give me a signature when you're done checking."

"At ease, Major, you don't actually have to make it combat ready any time soon." Roy opened the locked hatch at some point and walked in, "On the other hand, it's a kind offer from a certain respectable gentleman in Washington, and we'll have to gladly accept it."

"Well Captain, in any case my capabilities are limited, and besides, I'm curious, did the ORB really just allow you to ship this in?"

"Well, that's a very good question.

, at the negotiating table they agreed to allow us to bring in weapons, ammunition, engines, and so on, and in order to get us out of there early they were generous enough to allow us to bring in a wide variety of things, because they would have been in a lot of trouble if we had refused to leave on the grounds of engine failure or something like that."

"But it shouldn't include an MS."

"Yes, but MS includes engines, electronics, thrusters, and armament, among other things."

"Do you think this will stay hidden from them?"

"No, can't do it, the Sahak's are still pretty good spies, but if they find it, we'll have accomplished what we set out to do." Roy smiled meaningfully "It's enough to know it's already here."

"Well," Carl shrugged, "I'm not sure what you're plotting, but I'm doing my job well enough, this captain in the Air Force uniform of the Intelligence Convergence? Or is it the lieutenant? Come down with me and count the ammo boxes, then I'll sign you off." Carl raised an eyebrow at the officer from the native country, then headed for the elevator that led to the bottom of the hangar.

"Lieutenant, while rank isn't so important where we are," the officer picked up his terminal, switched to the page of the form and followed, "your eyesight is better than it looks, Major."

"No, they were the two guys who told me on purpose."

=== Two days later, in the Pacific Ocean

"I thought something was going to happen, but it seems like this is the end of it?" Relieved of his duty status, Carl made a rare appearance on the outer deck.

"No, actually their plan is complete, the fact that nothing happened means everything is fine." Colonel Hoffman, also on deck, appeared to be in a good mood, "I hear that new MS is still lacking combat capability?"