Gundam Fire Still

-- "Ah, so you are here, you have finally come, it seems that fate is still on my side, I have finally waited for this day to bring you to the starting place as well, it should be the most familiar place for you as well."

-- "You want to know why? There are some doors that should never be opened, some truths that should never be known, some things that should never be tried, but man, this creature that never knows satisfaction..."

"Well, hell, never mind what this madman is trying to say, Borgman, can you tell me what's being worked on here?"

"It's obvious, too obvious, the culture bin," Borgman pointed to the neatly arranged jars and the flickering screen above them, "embryo in vitro culture, he intends to grow the embryonic cells right out of humans in these jars."

The Captain's brow furrowed, but the Captain wasn't the only one frowning, more of the Adjusters had odd looks.

"How big is the culture going to be?"

"I don't know his plans yet, but maybe it's nurturing to the point of leaving the Matrix, or maybe to adulthood? You must have seen them in the movies, humans crawling right out of the incubation tanks, or worse, clone warriors, at least here," he gestured to the tanks around him.

"It's the first step in those science fiction plans."

"But obviously he's going to run into some ethical issues, and people are going to have concerns about the existence of things like people who aren't born from the Matrix."

"Like concerns about adjusters, right?" Barthelfelut was gloomy, "That's why he's making these, odd comments."

He was already wondering if the colleague he had worked with for a long time had been born here, or worse, had been somehow stimulated by the experiments here, and that was why he was now making lunatic and confused statements.

-- "That's human greed** - the story of a bunch of stupid people chasing crazy dreams in the name of progress..."

-- "This is the sanctuary of the forbidden--"

-- "-- is the track of a dream left behind by fools who think they are gods..."

The man on the radio was already using chant-like words and an equally chant-like, fervent tone, almost as if he were making a monologue from an opera.

Borgman bowed his head to check the capacity of the terminal at his waist and began recording, every soldier had a pickup system on his tactical helmet, but he felt he should have kept an extra copy of the record.

A bit of sadness flashed through Balthazar's mind, as much as he didn't like the fellow who had parted ways and gone tit-for-tat, he had ultimately fought with his peers for a long time and had seen his planning and precision in the battlefield, his brilliant record had been at the forefront of his peers in zaft, yet now he was a madman with a microphone and singing arias?

And he continues, as if the orb teenager's arrival has spurred his performance**

- "-and you, again, are his son..."

-- "Did you know that your current parents aren't the ones who actually gave birth to you--"

The teenager's figure faltered

--" - "- I guess so, if I knew, you wouldn't have grown up like this..."

-- "No shadows at all...so much like a normal kid..."

The man's voice took on a softness that seemed to be some sort of envy, but it was quickly replaced again by hardness and coldness.

-- "-- thought you must not have survived; the twins - especially you..."

-- "--and your biological father, Dr. Ring, were both the top targets of the 'Blue Perestroika' at the time..."

"What?"

The teenager looked up sharply, he saw a door with Dr. Ring's name carved into the door of an ajar door, he pushed his way in, the Combine couldn't stop him, they were pointing their mouths, but the office was empty, a pile of information was laying flat on the desk, as if waiting to be read.

"What are you doing? This..." Mu lunged to try and stop it, the words getting stuck in his mouth at what he saw. The teenager silently raised the folder in his hand, one of the few pictures attached to it had a face that was familiar to Mu, who was flabbergasted in stunned silence.

Borgman ran in then, squeezing past the shocked flabbergasted Major, who then focused on the spread as well.

"Hell, this guy, he knows too much."

"There's plenty of time for him to stay here long enough to find these things in the time he's deserted here, isn't there." ORB's teenager's cold face made his expression unreadable.

As if he was deliberately leaving them time to find information, the frantic male voice was silent for a while. In that time, the Combine had also found the closest, possible location to access the building's radio, and the Captain made a few gestures for his soldiers to spread out and outflank them.

And it was then that he spoke again.

-- "But you survived, grew, and even after plunging into the war, remained alive. Why is that...? Juvenile, huh?"

--- "You're not making even people like us want to believe that, are you? Believe the crazy dream in their eyes...!"

-- "You're a human dream...the top adjuster..."

-- "-- In such a desire, Dr. Ring developed an artificial womb - and that's how you were spawned by him as a son; the only successful body created at the massive expense of your brothers and sisters who failed in the end..."

The young man shuddered and held the table.

-- "You all know it, don't you, naturalists who have had the privilege of hearing of this madness of sin, and adjusters."

--"Perfect appearance, all-around talent, as long as they have money, they all want to take it for themselves. Even in order to seek precision and accuracy, they gave their children to - literally as if they were ornaments........ Should I say it like that?"

- "-but things can't always be perfect..."

--- "That's a dream that cost a lot of money to buy... Anyone who wants it to come true, doesn't want it to be disillusioned, right..."

--"So a man thought of a way to eliminate the error. The maternal body that nurtures the fetus is precisely the greatest uncertainty, and is rather an unstable environment for the fetus; in that case - just create an eternally stable environment and it will be solved..."

-- "--so isn't it time to push the limits? To sustain the dream of mankind, and to realize it-?"

"You're right."

After a long silence Barthelfelut whispered to Borgman, "I really am."

"And he... . actually succeeded." Borgman's voice trembled, as an intelligence officer who must have extensive knowledge, he knew the value behind this technology, "It's a miracle."

"It's a great achievement, Junior, he could have been a great man to leave his name in the history books," Borgman whispered to the somewhat trembling teenager, "It's the first step in a great career."

"By virtue of these being consumed like objects... Them?" The teenager looked up sharply, his face painfully pointed out to those incubation pods.

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The harsh sound of voices coming through the corridor and the same voices from the radio mixed into a harsh duet, the burst of shots from the assault followed by a low, rhythmic return fire.

"Drop your weapons, you're surrounded!" The shouts of the coalition came over the radio, but the response was still sound.

"He's still too young." The commander of the union and the commander of the PLANT warriors looked at each other as they watched the young Obu stumble a bit. They were both well aware of the similar darkness that hid behind their countries, and the tiny lost human forms in the cultivation tanks here were not even a fraction of the lives that had been lost in this war.

In the meantime, outside the satellite, U.S.S. Archangel bridge.

"It's been ten minutes since we've had any contact from the Marines." The communications officer looked worried, "Only the sergeant's tank still has a signal, and he's not getting on the detachment that goes inside the satellite."

"It's probably the internal structure of the satellite weakening the signal, and the neutron interference from the zaft ship nearby." On duty on the bridge at the moment was Mathio. Captain Lamias, "What was their status at last contact?"

"At last contact they had just met up with Major Frada and then searched the buildings inside the satellite."

"So..." The captainess frowned slightly and once again turned her gaze in the direction of the star map.

"Hold on, satellite direction, suspicious signal detected." The commsman marked on the screen a flashing yellow dot on the outer wall of the satellite, and it appeared to be moving.