Gundam Fire Still

"Operation confirmed." The Marine Corps commander located the latest updated list of top secret codes from his terminal.

"Special Operations, ENEMY-Inside, Enemy Within, operation initiated."

8. at your disposal.

"This is worse than I expected, Captain," the ms squad had exited the mountains, the base located on the flat area came into view unobstructed, and what appeared incredibly awkward on the horizon was the giant humanoid in a standing stance, ms.

To be exact, the ms that were facing each other in a combat stance.

"I would have thought they'd just use one or two guys with guns to do something about it, secret arrests, that sort of thing." The young man's face had gone a little white, "and not, ms vs. . . of that sort."

"Yet that's not practical, so we're needed to calm the scene. Turn on the comms, Thomas, and listen to what they're saying."

"What you are doing is unacceptable! Whether it's your cia or some other intelligence service, if you don't stop at the right time, you must pay the price, we've got the situation..."

This is apparently the same Mr. Observer from the Perestroika organization.

"This operation has been authorized by the President of the Atlantic Federation and the Supreme Decision Making Group, you must lay down your arms!"

That was the captain's voice.

"Damn it, I order you to fire!" The observer gentleman's anger was clearly on the rise, he didn't like the current situation, not at all, the base commander that he had so easily manipulated was silent as usual, but this silence that in the past had represented all that was normal was now a burden placed on himself. That weak commander's silence was simply ironic.

The base's head of security remained silent as well, and he couldn't force him to talk because he knew he couldn't manipulate the man.The ms forces were blocking the two Atlantic Federation ms as he had ordered, but they weren't doing much more than that.

"Colonel Torris, why aren't your ms firing? Where are your soldiers? Didn't you hear the order? Didn't you lock on to the stationary transport? Fire, take out the guy who's sitting in the transporter giving orders, and then it's over!"

"Didn't you hear? Hurry up, kill them!"

But Ginn, with the Eurasian Union emblem, didn't move at all.

"Are you saying that you order us to fire on friendly forces?" After a long silence, the Colonel's voice trailed off.

"That's not some friendly, that's a rebel, that's an adjuster makeup, whatever... Let's get this thing over with, think of what the boss can do, don't you see? The boss and his organization are in control..."

Apparently, the Blue Perestroika gentleman lacked any sense of communications secrecy, and it was all shouted out on the channels sent to the outside world, and while neutron jamming prevented the shouting from reaching his boss, the surrounding joint military units would all be able to pick it up if they turned on the radio and then tried a few more channels.

"Do you really understand what you're talking about, Mr. L., the civilian who won't even give his name."

"You're the best MS unit in the Eurasian Union. Hurry up and clean up the Earth traitors! To the blue clear..."

"That's enough, Mr. L. Yeah, that's right, we're the best ms unit in Eurasia, every one of us has eaten sand in the deserts of North Africa, we've all fought Adjuster ms, and yes, for the sake of a clean planet." There was a bit of sarcasm in the Colonel's voice.

"But what are you, again? A dumb pig who sits in his office and calls the shots instead of the coward in the command room? A guy who hasn't even sworn an oath under Earth's military flag?"

"It would be just as well if you said, don't let the Atlantic Federation guys loose on Eurasia, which is indeed the home of Eurasia, but ah. You call them traitors to Earth? You think I don't know which squadron these Atlantic Federation guys are in? These fresh from the Alaskan line of fire and cosmic assholes dead in the universe, the best ms unit in the Atlantic Federation, and some people are going to call that a traitor to Earth?"

"So, you're not going to obey orders, then? Colonel?"

"If you're going to issue an order, you have to at least provide a document that the commander has signed and left on file, right? That way we can at least be accountable for the military pay we take, Mr. Civilian."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, get them out there, now, ready or not!" The noise in the background indicated that this one had apparently grabbed a new microphone and was then shouting at some guy in another part of the world.

"See, it's not that bad." Carl replied to his wingman.

"I say, you've been listening long enough too." Over the unique encrypted channel belonging to the ms, the voice of Lt. Commander Toris was suddenly heard.

"Ah, yes." Carl looked innocent, "It's been discovered."

"Although you're trying to approach stealthily, we know this bit of flat terrain like the back of our hand."

"So was it the guy who already contacted you?" The next voice that plugged into the channel was Roy's, who also had access to the ms encrypted channel, even though he was still on the transport.

"That's right, the guy who worked on the intel, Mikhail, the liaison to the Intelligence Fusion, knew, and probably figured out, what you were here for. Although I think he's been watched pretty closely, he did find a loophole to contact me." The colonel immediately reacted to who the inserter was, "Ah, the Intelligence Combine, what a terrible agency, I'm glad you're on our side."

"Well, they really can't keep an eye on Mischa at their level."

"This is my last warning, you, drop your weapons immediately, and then we still have something to talk about," the familiar shout once again appeared on the public channel, it was clear that the observer had regained his confidence slightly after speaking with the underground lab, "Whoever you are or Accept the order from wherever it comes from, I have enough fighters to take you out, so please make the sensible choice."

Accompanying his words were the three hidden lifts that the base slowly opened, and as they slowly rose, the ms.

With a quick eye, Carl adjusted the channel on the comm panel to the All Squadron channel, and then spoke up to warn, "Improved X-series, with Ps armor, all of you, watch out for evasive action. As well as, load the training dye bombs."

Hearing the captain's voice, the members of the two 03 Squadron airframes that remained behind breathed a sigh of relief, they were all soldiers who obeyed orders, but were apprehensive in the face of an unexpected flip order, even if they obeyed, pointing until they saw a familiar dot of light appear on the screen of the data link, and then a familiar command came over the headset. While the order to load the dye bomb was a bit odd, especially when the grim face of the apparently unfriendly ms across the room was slowly rising from the ground, they still did as they were told.

The appearance of the captain, already his firm and steady orders indicated that it was all in the plan - so the young pilot thought, though not really entirely so for their officer.

Roy squinted at the screen under high magnification, staring at the two ms following a little further away from Carl's body, the black and red paint job and the gun barrel on the backpack all proving they were the ones that had escaped earlier. But they were back now, looking stable and quiet, but the intelligence officer's natural suspicion made him fear that the two pilots, who were supposed to be combat adjusters, might not be reacting in an unusual way.

"Carl, those two..." Roy inquired over the classified channel.

"Confirmed it's socius, code names eleven and seven."

"They're... No questions?"

"I can't be sure, they say they need to think, they haven't had to face the problem of naturals killing each other, but they are positive that they won't hurt naturals."

"That sounds like the Three Laws of Robotics, don't trust them, keep them at arm's length." Roy concluded briefly, clearly not the time to be working on a new problem as the one from Perestroika had already begun his ultimatum once more.

Carl had also cut communications with the transport, and he still needed to come up with a way to suppress the three new ms.

"Training bombs?" The Lieutenant Colonel of the Eurasian Union was confused.

"Hit them in the head, then all the places where there might be cameras so they can't see the target, or at least, it's somewhat blurry. Firepower, mobility, defense, we can't beat them."

"Makes sense, I've fought them, and those three planes are so badly matched that they run into each other a lot, so we'd have more room to fight if the vision was blurred."

Meanwhile, Captain Christopher in the transport's cockpit, or at least one of his titles was indeed the captain of the transport, was watching the images from the transport's external cameras, or rather, the cameras towards the core of the base. He put one of the images to maximum, and then spotted what he was looking for on top of one of the buildings, a small cluster of plant leaves, and a hint of, imperceptible reflection somewhere in it. That was the signal he was waiting for.

"Here's the captain, you don't have to fight, the threat to those three airframes has been neutralized."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief over the channel.

On the visual communication interface, several MS pilots looked at each other, "What is going on?"

After the observers from the consortium forces had made full use of his speaking talents, he realized with bewilderment that no one seemed to be listening or reacting to him, including the three new planes that were his last card.

In the base communications room he reconnected with the underground lab, "Why aren't they responding? Why didn't they fire?"

The officer in charge of the underground skillfully brought him up images of the cockpit, where the three drivers, no, for them it should be called the biological cPu's, were hunkered down in pain in the driver's seat.

"Where's the medicine? Didn't you give them the use of that before the attack?"

"Used, the batch of chemicals that just arrived last night, but, it doesn't seem to be working." The head of the underground facility looked innocent, and then he suddenly noticed that on the screen in front of him, the face of the observer from the head office was turning a little different, and he didn't seem to be looking at himself, but was focusing his eyes behind him.

He turned his head, and in front of him was a black muzzleloader, and gun-toting, man in a black covert ops combat uniform.

"Carl, have your men disarm their ms, Christopher, have your men go to the tower and arrest that guy, don't let him slip away or kill himself, then find Mikhail; Colonel Torris, the pacification of the innocents on the base is up to you."