Gundam Fire Still

"We didn't see anything,"

"Damn, there must be something there, can you guys head a little north?"

"Sorry, Eagle Leader, we don't allow too much northward approach, it can be dangerous."

"I'm requesting a single aircraft patrol in that direction, you can continue to guide the other wingmen down."

"Permission granted, please be aware of the low altitude, we can't see the low altitude targets, damn neutron interference." The guide on the preventer cursed, "Also, good news, a mobile ground force is approaching in the direction of your concern."

"Establish a communications link, and hurry, they won't send useless people, I'm afraid they're going to suffer."

"Thanks for the heads up, old chap." Came a familiar voice after a murmur of communications

"Is that you? That's great, it's an old rival coming across the street, going at you there."

"An old foe? Mostly, we've dealt with most of Zaft's forces."

"No, no, this time it's that guy, that particular guy." Both sides knew exactly who that referred to, the one who wouldn't they be forgotten, the dangerous opponent.

9. a loss of a job well done

Combat units located in the air had an almost absolute mobility and reconnaissance advantage over ground units, and that advantage became even more pronounced when flying in the sky was a difficult opponent.

Karl and his squad were near a hilly area, keeping stationary, knowing full well that no matter how well camouflaged, the eyes in the sky could certainly see clearly when the tall ms moved, especially when it was a pair of modulated adjuster eyes on the other side. Mu's fighters were on their way, but he also didn't like relying on others when he had a numerical advantage.

"Captain, I have a feeling the enemy is in that direction." A team member's voice whispered over the team's comm channel, and then one of the planes raised its arm slightly, pointing towards the mountains in the distance.

"Stay alert in that direction then, but don't ignore the other directions either. Intuition doesn't always work, but don't ignore it either," Karl nodded "Also, good programmed accuracy for small movements."

He actually had a similar sensation himself, could feel some sort of approaching scent, but of course, it could very well just be the product of wind and running water in the battlefield combined with nerves. There would never be a shortage of rumors like that, and there had even been some theories that were more occult than scientific, but there wasn't really any margin for confirming that sort of thing on a battlefield where every second was precious.

"Captain Eagle, have you found your target yet?"

"Not spotted yet, target is at low altitude, over."

Target at low altitude meant that his squad was more threatened than the guys in the sky, but it also meant that once the fighters were able to spot the target, they would have an energy advantage and an excellent attack position. Carl tapped a few times on the panel, signaling a slight break in formation.

There seemed to be some sort of slight change in the background noise in the headset in his ear, and he raised his hand to close the comm channel, then raised the volume from the external pickup, which was clearly the whine of some powerful engine, and, from the air.

Light grey barely humanoid shadows streaked across the equally grey sky, and two beams of light green particles followed in general stabbing into the sky from before the hills below.

The masked male in Dinn's cockpit was actually surprised once again. Attacking, or because of the evading aircraft below, his vision caught the camouflaged moving object, but he hadn't previously expected the two with the chilly paint covering that could camouflage a stationary aircraft into a dappled stone like object, and it was undoubtedly the ms, and one that he had never seen before.

Faced with an unplanned development, the intended easy breakthrough of several fixed anti-aircraft batteries was no longer feasible, and taking advantage of the fact that the missile-encumbered ms were regaining overall momentum, he stepped on the pedal, intending to break through the area. He could feel his old acquaintance nearby, but he didn't have the time to dwell on him now, and the matter before him was far more important than settling cause and effect with the guy who had some sort of sinister bond with him.

Next his eyes caught sight of the line of fire belonging to the small-caliber rapid-fire gun below, the chain of fire made up of high-speed projectiles was sweeping across the front of his path, and for Dinn, who was lightened for flight, the barely armored fuselage and glider wings were enough to cause damage affecting flight performance even if they were grazed by shrapnel. The Dinn, which had already re-accelerated, switched to a combination of climbing and evasive 3D maneuvers, stopping in the air as if braking, followed by a panning motion using the backpack nozzle, a maneuver that belonged only to the ms, which had powerful propulsion and could be controlled by nozzles all over its body, and at the same time scattering lines of fire with its two-handed machine gun and ******. The shot control program used to track missiles or low-flying aircraft failed to keep up with this unusual maneuver, but his counterattack was equally ineffective, as what was firing below was not a common twin or quad anti-aircraft battery, but some sort of tracked vehicle apparently with heavy armor.

The sudden chill in his back diverted his attention from the msD on the ground, and the approach warning window in the flashing side display showed two trailing dots of light from further above approaching rapidly.

The height Dinn was at was already airborne for the ms on the ground, but for Mu's fighter it was just close to the ground, slightly higher than the treetops. A minute ago, he was making an intense sweep below, Dinn's pack design concealed the fire from the tailspout well enough that the IRst could intercept the heat source closer than the naked eye, and it wasn't easy to visually find such a small grayish-white dot flying close to the ground, even for Major Frada's, known as the 'Eagle of Endymion,' "So did Hawkeye.

But the instructions from Carl on the comm channel and the particle beam that lit up on the skyline at that same time were the things that would never escape his senses, skimming the joystick, pushing down the throttle and steering the fighter in that direction like an arm's reach. The emergency maneuver in the cold Alaskan wind left a sharp condensation trail where the ms sliced through the air, and he activated the two compound-guided active bombs and then hit them, not expecting a hit, knowing full well that to take out the guy, it would be useless to just use missiles; and more importantly to reach the limits of this plane, the fuel had already been consumed halfway through the previous battle, and the missiles on the outer compound mounts were hitting Out went the hanger and the mount was dropped straight away, the F-x fighter that had fired two medium range rounds was at its lightest and most agile, maybe not quite as light as the ms, but he knew full well he could get around a few times with that guy on it, not to mention that Carl and his squad on the ground weren't here to watch the show.

In hovering Dinn lifted **** and blasted the incoming missile in mid-air with a few point-blank shots, but the approaching fighter was getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision and Crusher knew he needed to change his plan again, Dinn could leave the ms on the ground behind in the air, but it was never going to lose a fighter that was built for in-atmosphere air combat, he didn't push back, Dinn swooped down, his 6-bladed glider adjusting to a backward sweeping angle to meet the fighter swooping down overhead.

"Second squad, fire!" Carl chimed in on the channel, and three beam rifles from the other direction simultaneously excited a particle beam from the clip into the air, the sublight-speed particle stream once again intercepting Dinn's acceleration path.Dinn again performed a tight roll, but not up, but down, and the climbing flying ms reversed course with surprising maneuverability, swooping instead, diving into the initial dive towards its The firing of the ms.76mm rounds created a long line of flying dust and rock fragments on the ground, and Dinn fired and rolled to dodge another fire from the armored vehicle on the ground, but this time the line of fire from the msD's 37mm rapid-fire cannon did not use armor-piercing rounds, but instead used close-range explosives programmed with fuses. The line of fire flashed by Dinn's smooth evasive action as he rolled and fired no longer extended upward, but exploded in place as a cloud of metal made of shrapnel. The rash of shrapnel tested the defenses of Dinn's flightpack and glider, and the tinkling of shrapnel knocks could be heard echoing through the cockpit via external pickups and the conduction of the fuselage material itself.

The overlapping ringing mid-bullet tones were enough to send a normal pilot into a panic, but Kruse, as someone who had been through more, frightening things and also as an ace pilot, wasn't going to have his mind blown by such things. The original plan had amounted to non-existence, the Atlantic Federation had actually left a mass production ms squad in this remote corner of the battlefield, it was almost as if the information he originally knew had been nullified, though for some unknown reason, his goal had now become to evacuate and then inform the joint mass production ms of the situation.

The ground was becoming larger and larger, and the evading ms was being clearly projected on the main screen, the stiff evasive action was strikingly similar to that seen at Heliopolis, but it had obviously been improved in some way, and even with its own reflexes, the combined machine gun still failed to hit that target consistently. Of course, there was no need for a hit, such a burst of fire was merely part of the hold attack, the real kill was after the approach.Dinn pressed down on the ms below like a giant eagle swooping to snatch food, and the interceptor particle beams shot by the other few coalition ms were all to no avail.

"Hey, Carl, I can't fire, I'll miss." Mu's voice came over the comm channel.

"No, problem." Carl barely managed to squeeze a reply out of his throat, the guy had used his own plane as a breaking point, and it wasn't easy to tell if it was fortunate or unfortunate, if he was targeting a newbie, he had taken the opportunity to try and leave him behind when he attacked, but the person he was targeting would probably be in for a lot of trouble. And now that he was staring at him, he would have to be entertained.

The proximity and lockdown alarms were flashing rapidly, and at the same time he could feel something, probably killing, or probably just a byproduct of nervousness and adrenaline production, Carl focused on the sound of the 76mm machine gun firing in bursts and sweeping across the ground, soon it would run out of magazines, it would be an opportunity, and of course it would be an opportunity that his opponent would want him to take.

The 76mm rounds burst to an abrupt halt, the Advance Production Short Sword then braked violently in rapid motion and turned back, exactly what the airborne assailant was expecting, the ***** in Dinn's other hand exploded with a fierce burst of fire against the armored shrapnel like a battering ram, striking hard on the shield the short sword raised below, the blunt impact sent through the mechanical arm into the cockpit, and the short sword The machine gun at the head began to fire aimlessly into the air. Without the shields covering them, the barrage of shotgun shells at this distance could easily hit the ms, which lacked heavy armor, hard.

The proximity warning was still flashing, the increased tempo meant that the other was still approaching, the shield slightly deflected as Karl fired up the long awaited beam rifle in his other hand. Green particle beams grazed one of Dinn's open gliding wings, red melting points spreading across that one, but Dinn with his head fairing deployed was still advancing, the propelling tail flame behind him already pulling a cloud of snow and dirt mixed with smoke on the ground.

"These Zaft pilots really like to crash,"

Carl said to himself through gritted teeth as he maneuvered the nozzle at the front of the machine to spray at full power, maintaining the machine's back to barely delay the impact from occurring, while putting the beam rifle away.

Just as the impact was about to occur, the streamlined fairing on Dinn's head popped violently forward, revealing a bald head with a red one-eye underneath. The shot rectifier with its original high speed kinetic energy and ejected impact slammed into the ms in its original direction. The Advance Mass Production Short Sword raised the shield on its left arm to swing it away, and the body of the machine was then brought askew. However, the beam saber wielded by the right hand still sliced through the air in an arc that intersected with the opponent's body. Popping out of the fairing a split second before impact, Dinn, who had violently changed from forward to upward, let his torso flash past the blazing particle beam saber blade, but half of his left leg, as well as the three gliding wings on his left side, had become metal fragments flying through the air.

The blast of fire that obscured the main camera bloomed in mid-air.

After the smoke from the explosion dissipated, only bits and pieces were scattered at the foot of the short sword, and a trailing trail of flight trailing black smoke had disappeared among the mountains to the north.

"Hell, that's how you can give a run for your money."

"It's okay, he won't get far, according to Dinn's fuel capacity he won't be able to fly."

"In fact according to the latest calculation rules, it's considered a knockdown, and that airframe is scrapped." Through the communications window on the screen, Mu made a V gesture in the cramped cockpit.

"But as you know, that white lunatic isn't going to die that easily."

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"03 Squadron, this is Command."

"03 Roger," Carl replied as he carried the bullet-riddled, almost scrapped shield to the back of the fuselage, "New orders are?"

"Patrol mission cancelled, rendezvous to predetermined location, Zaft's orbital fleet is beginning its airborne landing." The electronic map shows, in addition to the new arrows, more, flashing red dots expected to be airborne landing sites.

10. sharpshooters vs.

At some point in the battle, after a small burst of rapid-fire Union artillery, several Ginn made their way forward before the smoke cleared. Union scouts with radios and laser indicators on their backs were hurrying through the brush, and four self-propelled guns were shifting positions a few miles to the rear. In a very ordinary moment, a certain line that had been drawn on the map was crossed by the Zaft's advancing front, and the gears of the battle began to shift to the next phase.

The first to notice this was in low orbit. Shutting down his engines, hiding in the gravel belt, and drifting at the same rate as the gravel on the bridge of his ship, Remiret looked helplessly at the screen in front of him. The main body of the New Tech Verification Fleet had been sent out to patrol the course from PLAnt to Panama up and down the orbit, and with only one ship on hand now he was clearly powerless against a full Zaft fleet. Still, he dropped the direct torpedoes in the launch tube, which were hard to spot and therefore less likely to expose themselves with their improved propulsion systems and infrared shielding at the tailspout, but all he could do with the rest was wait without even notifying friendly forces, and the optical observatories on the ground were sure to send out reports faster than he could relay them using the satellites.

Most of the ground commands that received the report were quiet, they were just following the contingency plan and moving in lockstep, except for one of them.

In a small conference room with command functions, Lucian . The Zaft didn't stand much of a chance if they used a more rapid delivery method, but since they had chosen to adjust their formation and delivery angle in orbit, they had to face some risks.

The Atlantic Federation Land-Based Anti-Orbit Strike System, despite its high-end name, is actually just one of the new projects that have sprung up since the start of the war. The idea is to integrate anti-satellite missiles and space warning systems, while modifying some of the stockpiled surface-to-surface ballistic missiles, which together can be used to attack enemy fleets in orbit that might make air drops. With low capital requirements and the advantage of making the best use of existing resources, the system was fortunate not to be abandoned halfway, but that was about it. The development of new anti-satellite missiles (ASATs) and the creation of new positions have been scrapped, leaving only a handful of original ASAT positions and a converted ballistic missile launch site that was to be abandoned. NORAD has linked these positions together, but there have been doubts about whether the system really works.

Captain Olufie, a technical officer eager for the field - admittedly not very common among technical officers - had gone to great lengths to get the opportunity to take charge of one of the firing positions from his superiors, and for him to be able to deal with a thing that could be launched out to attack the enemy was better than being in an office simulating things like solid fuel stability and combustion efficiency.

Originally, this position housed nuclear weapons designed to target the Eurasian continent, but with the advancement of technology and the stabilization of the geosphere, the nuclear missiles here were replaced with ballistic missiles with conventional warheads and anti-ship ballistic missiles. By now, these ballistic missiles don't need to go through that re-entry step anymore, they just fly out of the atmosphere and then look for targets in low orbit. And the rewriting of these procedures, the maintenance of the launch positions really requires the inclusion of technical officers.

After the position was put into battle readiness, Captain Olufie gave it a resounding codename, Longinus, shrouded in countless legends, the name of the Christian sharpshooter-though in truth it was only the name of the unfortunate Roman officer, but who cared?

Now that the target is in range, the land-based anti-orbital position "Longinus" is waiting for orders.

At the same time, in orbit, the Lorasian-class ship slowly opened its belly drop hatch, and the conical airdrop bay sliced through cosmic space before touching the upper atmospheric plane. The heat of metal rubbing against the air lit up the optoelectronic array below that was constantly monitoring the sky, and NORAD issued the command.