Gundam Fire Still

"Perestroika? That unidentified warship?"

"That's right, the one registered in the database with the code name uranium (uranium) one (code rule: unnamed battleships randomly take words beginning with the letter u as code names) is most likely equipped with a mirage system and is lurking nearby."

"The guys on the ground haven't been idle either, but we don't know where they are, so we have no choice but to keep a good straight cover ms."

"Also, don't forget, try to pull the oRB's and open fire, as soon as they do..."

"I know exactly what you mean, Colonel, and it'll do us a lot of good diplomatically."

Hoffman cut the comm as he saw a red dot on the edge of the situational screen, then another, and he switched the comm to another band

"Captain, what's going on?"

"This is Broadsword 01, MS level heat source found, location is plotted on the star map."

"Good work, Lieutenant, you don't need to keep them out of the satellite and let them into the wreckage area. The rules of engagement are free fire. Also, the latest intel is that Zaft will be fielding nuclear energy planes, they'll have a pretty outstanding combat range."

"Free fire, orders received." Carl glanced down at the unidentified heat source that appeared on the screen, yes, without forming any formation almost in isolation the two machines plus the heat source that was very different from Ginn, both in behavior and engine heat pattern patterns were enough for him to deduce the fact that his opponent was a new type of machine.

Carl brought his joystick lightly to allow his ms to slide out from behind a piece of wreckage and then cut in a not-so-obvious trajectory towards another piece of cover.

"Carl, we've got an enemy coming to our door, it's that guy." Mu's deep voice came over the channel, Mu's plane was still a little farther away and the enemy should not be in his detection range yet, but Carl knew that since he had mentioned the guy, the feeling was often right.

"Heat source confirmed, it's a new type of machine, so be careful."

Carl's finger flicked on the main screen, loading the battle program, the ion rocket launcher carried in the main weapon position was mounted on the right hand of the ms, with a double-eyed monitor the ms head gaze flicked, the trigger flicked, and the rocket from the sublight plasma warhead shot forward from between the wreckage according to the calculated trajectory.

14.Justice Strike

The target on the sensor was already on the optical screen, the rocket launcher did not slow down the speed of its advance, and inside the enlarged locking frame was a red body with a sense of vested vision. The lockdown warning chiming in the cockpit and the several light green particle beam trajectories that appeared almost simultaneously with it, the trajectory that belonged to the beam rifle was intercepting the possible evasive path of his own machine.

Karl stepped on the pedal while firing the ion rocket launcher forward once more, the leaping ms was able to pass between the two particle beams while the tapping shield located on his left arm returned to the front with a contained shot. What came next was two spinning arcs of light, the proximity alarm sounded while a new target had been captured on the radar display list, Carl activated a button and the head interceptor machine gun began firing a small caliber of live ammunition at the approaching object with a beam trajectory.

It was a beam boomerang with its own thruster and particle generator, the crystallization of Zaft's electronic technology, a small sheet with a nozzle, particle generator and posture control system that enabled it to track the target, send out the beam and also confirm the position of the self-propelled machine, while controlling the small thruster module to control the forward speed and the angular speed of rotation, according to the instructions to track the moving target or return to the self-propelled machine in the same indeterminate position; at the same time calculate the trajectory of three high-speed objects and manipulate one of them is not an ordinary electronic chip can do.

In the face of such a sophisticated system, simple correspondence worked wonders, and the head machine gun's barrage struck its thin armor, shocking its propellant and particle beam containers, before the first beam boomerang's internal plumbing was broken in a violent concussion and erupted into a flickering cloud of light. After that explosion, however, a new object was killed, and the gliding-winged flightpack originally mounted on the red fuselage's shoulder likewise separated from the mothership, spilling a continuous stream of live fire at the target ahead.

After that, he kept his hand on the stick as he continued to fire a plasma rocket launcher into the trajectory of the red MS in a side-sliding motion. The velocity of the projectile was fast enough to be called a tortoise compared to the sublight speed of a particle beam weapon, but a skilled user could rely on prediction to catch it. opponent's trajectory. At the same time, the detached flightpack had been added to the airframe's lock list, and with just a skim, Carl could see that not only did it contain the two live cannons on the gyratory turret that were constantly firing at him, but also the two more obvious fixed particle cannons, the firepower of just one flightpack had exceeded that of the regular mass-produced ms, which not only staggered him.

"Line cannon, attack mode, 1, target, 2, fire!" Using his voice to give instructions to the line cannon on his left shoulder, three cylinders with a small caliber beam cannon also ejected from Karl's Calamity Gundam. He hadn't expected his opponent to use armed drones, a very un-Zaft-esque method of attack, but since he had similar equipment there was no reason to hide them. The three cylinders each made a different arcing trajectory, flanking the target from three different directions. But the opponent's move was clearly only a hold-up, and between Carl's turns, he had seen the crimson machine draw its beam saber and assault him in a straight line, and Carl narrowed his eyes, the vividness of the action becoming more and more like the holy shield he had once seen, and if he was not mistaken, it was the same person sitting in it - but that didn't matter at all at the moment.

In the opposite cockpit, Aslan. Sara frowned as well, there was something deja vu about the movements of his opponent's organism, but then he instantly threw away the pointless thought and chalked the phenomenon up to the fact that the natural man always used a similar set of movement routines. He still subconsciously cursed the target that was moving so quickly through the wreckage mass that it refused to consistently appear in the middle of his scope field of view. The Justice he was sitting on was the best he had ever flown, with better firepower, electronics, and a cockpit with better ergonomics, and while it couldn't morph, it did have more combat power than the Shield he had once flown. So there was no reason for it to lose to a body developed by a natural human, even if it was a new type of machine with dual-eye monitors, and besides, it had nuclear energy, a cursed near-infinite energy source to back it up. After another attempt to break into melee distance by drawing his lightsaber was forced away by the combined obstruction of his opponent's fire and wreckage, the young pilot took a deep breath to suppress his grumpy mood, having realized that he'd better abandon the idea of a quick breakthrough here in favor of a protracted battle.

2 or 3 staggering green beams of particles once again lit up through the wreckage, the three line cannons still trying to strangle the Fatum-00 flying backpack that Justice had released, and the latter responding with a solid barrage from the boomerang turrets, with the end result that neither side could hit the other. Suddenly, the flightpack fired two unaccounted for and thick particle beams at the location of his estimated opponent in front of him, the particle beams melted all small pieces of wreckage in their path, attaching enough heat to the chunks of wreckage to interfere with the ms heat source sensors, Aslan was well aware that he didn't need to be too stingy with energy, and that more, heat-laden objects in space would bring to the opponent's naturalist target selection procedures Some trouble.

Once again the blue-green enemy plane appeared between the wreckage and threw out a rocket that was slow enough to be easily dodged, this time the shelling thinned the wreckage and no longer provided a view obstruction large enough to block the opponent's entire plane, the target remained in the center of the main screen Aslan threw out the remaining beam boomerang and set it on a curved trajectory, it carried proximity sensors sufficient to allow it to weave between the wreckage and hit its target, while misleading the opponent as to its own position.

Just as he had predicted, the opponent began to maneuver again and activated his head gun, the curtain of tracer rounds glowing among the wreckage, and the arcing boomerang was shaking slightly in the curtain, deviating from its original trajectory and showing some tendency to start spiraling. He had relied on the adjuster's acumen to calculate how long the boomerang's built-in auxiliary thrusters could sustain a flight position under such a screen when the last boomerang was destroyed, and it could still take half a second while his own flight pack had already reached the back of his own fuselage after making a large circle through the wreckage, and while the other party was busy dealing with the boomerang, the beam cannon located on the flight pack finally Having the angle of fire while the target is still exposed to its own optical field of view.

The twin mA-4B "Fortis" beam cannons were fully charged, and as he pulled the trigger, the proximity alert went off quietly in Justice's cockpit, the last of which was still chasing the Fatum marked as Target 02. The -00 flightpack's wire cannon finally approached its target, the other two wire cannons were both dangled from the wreckage and automatically returned to the mothership, and this last remaining hint of finding the target not only warned the mothership that the opponent was in a good firing position, but also had a perfect firing position of its own that the opponent wasn't going to move or avoid. The wire cannon's narrow electronic chip brain was confused for a tenth of a second by the splicing together of the flightpack it was tracking and the opponent's body, and then the will of the brain that came with the wire skipped all confusion and target determination and gave the order to fire directly. A single, 57mm, beam rifle-grade, small-caliber particle beam ran from top to bottom through the left wing of the Fatum-00 flightpack, searing through the Ps armor and melting a machine gun's supply system, an auxiliary power line that fed the beam gun, and then the residual particles penetrated the underside of the wing. At the same time, two shafts of dazzling light were released from the same backpack, heading straight for the blue-green Calamity Gauntlet, but were slightly blocked for a moment by the green diffusion of blooming mist before the direct hit, and after a moment's delay by the anti-beam blast, the opponent's body had already passed over the top of the beam trajectory.

But it was still an opportunity, and with the path opened up by the beam cannon and the cover of the wreckage swarm heat source, Aslan once again opted for melee. With his flight pack and Justice's own thrusters blasting at full power, he stowed his beam rifle, and with both beam sabers in his hands, he surged forward along a straight path cleared fresh by the particle beams, expecting his opponent to brighten up and fight as well.

However Carl once again threw downward disruption shots and then chose to turn around and accelerate as well, he could see that the young man had enough killing intent and offensive spirit that he wouldn't have minded a few rounds of melee with him if he hadn't considered the battle, but he was still watching the other friendly forces on the channel for movement.

"Old Mu, you seem to be in a bad situation?" He pressed a talk button to get through to his teammate who was engaged with another of the other new aircraft a few kilometers away.

Yet all he could hear over the headset was the other's heavy but subdued breathing, such strained anti-G breathing indicated he was in an unusually violent maneuver, he could see the red and green dots intertwining the two trajectories on the data chain's situational chart, both sides were in a rapid maneuver, and he could hear that Major Frada was taking a beating.

"If you can hear me, move towards the satellite, use the wreckage to evade and accelerate, I'll cover you and swap opponents after swiping the satellite, can you do that?"

The green dotted icon indicating that it had been received flashed lightly on Mu's airframe logo.

But Carl doesn't notice one thing, but that in itself is one thing that not many people will notice, Mu's airframe status has this imperceptible item in it, Radio-International General, and his listening status is on.

15. free, falling body

The Archangel's duty intelligence staff officer was somewhat puzzled as to why the two ace pilots on the attack had both requested that the other pilots be kept away from their battlefield, while remaining in cover around the ship. He was silently and continuously switching the radio channels used by each of the coalition forces, trying to confirm the status of their own members from the few words the fighters in them were communicating with each other, in fact the firefight was not intense, the marines entering the interior of the satellite had not yet encountered the enemy, now inside the satellite the only firefight was the entanglement of four ms in the wreckage area, he lingered on this channel for a little while and listened to Carl The occasional command password and voice movement instructions to the body made it so that he didn't hear the very intelligence-worthy conversation the first time.

But he did hear it eventually, and as he switched to the international common channel, he heard the hoarse shout of an unfamiliar male voice.

"Come on, come and beat me down, Mu, if you've got that kind of skill."

He'd never heard the male voice before, so this must be the rival Zaft pilot, his initial reaction was why did Zaft pilots have such free-wheeling communications discipline, didn't they know about intelligence secrecy?

But after he heard Mu's name, his next suspicion became whether Mu had violated communications discipline by letting the other man know his name. But the male voice's next words made him stare.

"No, you're not going to win me,"

"The child can't win against the father after all - can he?"

Gosh, what is this Zaft nut talking about? The intelligence staff looked confused, where did the Major get an adjuster father? Or is this some kind of conspiracy?

Long training in intelligence analysis and memory rang a perceptive bell in his head and he looked up abruptly with his headset on, "Major Borgman!"

"Get Major Borgman here, quick!" He suddenly remembered Mu. La. Major Frada did have a secret about his father, and there was even a man who was here specifically for that, and it wasn't an uncommon thing, and when two uncommon things happened at the same time, he had better pay attention to it, and as he waited, he continued to monitor the communications.

"It seems that fate is on my side."

"I've got a lot of work to do, and this is a fitting place for you to be buried, I suppose."

The intelligence staff officer's frown grew tighter and tighter, he felt there was something behind the speaker, but just then the call was interrupted by the loud sound of sirens and the rattle of bombs.

He lifted his face to the situational chart, the green dots representing Carl's and Mu's bodies were staggering, the Carl's machine showing an icon of fire in progress, and the unknown male voice on the general purpose channel roared.

Ahhh, interrupting such a great opportunity to hear information, the staff officer complained inwardly, then he glanced up to see Borgman, who was hurrying to find the recording of the call from a few minutes ago.

"Major, you need to hear this, really."

Karl wasn't aware that he had a fellow in the ship behind him complaining that he had interrupted his great business of probing the mouths of his ill-spoken opponents for information, and the only thing he was concerned about for the time being was that he had to temporarily suppress the blue and white guy's arrogance. If he wasn't mistaken, Mu's body had been under his thumb for quite a while now, and each time he had to use the morphing function to rely on extremely high acceleration to shake off his opponent only. That meant that the opponent was top-notch both in terms of manipulation techniques and the technology used by the ms.

The blue-white fuselage appears on the main screen, trailing a fast-moving jet trail, and the six propulsion blades behind it are designed for precise jet control.

Emergency evasive action!

Karl pulled down the joystick, and at the same time fired a reverse beam blast from the waist auxiliary mount forward again, able to flash past the colorful cannon flush like a neon sign. It was clear that he was dealing with a machine with superior firepower, and he had removed the two giant cannons located at his shoulders that served as firepower.

In return, Carl also fired the 580mm beam cannon on the fuselage's chest, which essentially he didn't like, and really, the cockpit and a large caliber cannon - even if it was a particle cannon and had no explosives - placed in close proximity wasn't something that felt very safe.

He raised his shield to activate his twin Beetle Shield Cannons, and attacked his evading opponent with additional attacks. The long-range firepower on Mu's body was far inferior to his opponent's, and his attempts to engage in close combat would only be repeatedly suppressed; however, he was unaware that the conversation that had taken place on the public channel was also another reason.

The rocket cannon fired continuously at the predetermined target position, and the Calamity Gundam turned at the same time, moving rapidly between the masses of wreckage, and occasionally probing with its twin siege shield cannons at the opponents that passed within a glimpse of the field of view. The battlefield situation was now complicated by the fact that the red opponent Gundam and Mu's Raider were also on the same battlefield, the target could appear from any angle at any time, and the meteorite belt in the heat of the battle, grazed by the firing weapons and carrying heat from the debris would severely interfere with the heat-based enemy sortie system, and the lack of intelligence was enough to be considered challenging enough to maneuver under.

But still Carl stepped on the pedal of the interceptor gate, he had to move, only by moving would he have the initiative, the blue-white silhouette was caught by the eye, then chasing after it was a solid projectile with orange tracer rounds, the opponent's body sank downwards while returning with a shoulder-mounted twin beam cannon. The rocket launcher held in the right hand fired at the maximum rate of fire possible, while the airframe nimbly rotated, rendering the opponent's magneto rail gun fire, which was laced with murder, futile.

Until there was a good enough firing position, constant firing between opponents of equal skill level could only bring the result of constant evasion by the opponent, the firing itself was not the goal, the goal was to force the opponent into a situation where it was difficult to return fire, followed by a situation where it was difficult to evade, particle beams and live rounds were constantly slicing through the void, floating meteorites and solar panels were being torn apart and melted, such firing was nothing more than a test. Whether it's a solid bullet with ballistic time, a particle beam traveling at sub-light speed, or a magnetic rail gun somewhere in between, an attack that can be pre-caught by any of the detection means is sufficient to be defended or evaded. Expecting an opponent to underestimate the vulnerability of solid rounds because of Ps armor is completely impossible, and the opponent may not know that the bazooka is loaded with a plasma warhead strong enough to penetrate Ps armor, but without sufficient fire density, total evasion is an easy thing for the opponent to do.