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Frieden Moon has embarked, prematurely, once again into the close expanses of Alliance Controlled Space, nearby a region that had been the sparking incident to the great tragedies and bloodshed of the Bloody Valentines war... With an objective as grave as it is important. For Lacus Clyne has disappeared in the surroundings of the Junius Seven Ruins.
The trip back to deployment was done at an alarmingly expedient pace in comparison to the one to return.
You supposed it was because previously, the Vesalius had to thread carefully on Alliance patrolled space but that was not entirely true as you had soon become aware of the reason for urgency.
Lacus Clyne, the daughter of the supreme chairman and Songstress of the Stars had disappeared in a pre-planned inspection of the Junius Seven ruins for the anniversary event.
To say that Athrun was anxious about meeting again with your squadmates, especially after the full declassified brief had probably gotten to them was also ignoring the fact this time, the pressure was far more intense with their betrothed now in gravel peril.
And in his own silent treatment regarding that, you knew damn well you crossed lines violating his trust like that, as the Vesalius soon meets with the rendezvous point with the Gamow and Nemo.
"Captain Rollo... Acting Captain Adres, relieving of duty within the Gamow to-" A navigator recorded out-loud for procedure... Only to interrupt themselves as a haughty voice boomed over them.
"That's right! Back to the proper Captain it is! See you never, you lame duck-!" The previously moved-to-the-side Captain of the Gamow, Augustus Rollo, Peacocked over the comms wave only to be interrupted by a more decisively loud voice.
"Shut the FUCK up, Rollo. Don't you even start pulling that shit! I'm watching your damn flight records you gloryhound!!" Margellan cut out communication as you raise an eyebrow.
Margellan's personality was the opposite of sunshine and peaches, but the specific tone and wording made you puzzled that something had happened while you were away between both men, carried away as orders were issued for a strategy meeting aboard the Nemo.
"Alert level's on 2, so keep your normal suits on if you plan on deploying." A coordination officer gave you, Athrun and some fresh green-coats pats on the shoulder as you all prepared to be transported along with Le Creuset and-.
You raise an eyebrow as Lieutenant DesLisle's black CGUE is loaded alongside the Aegis and the Green-Frame within the cargo shuttle loaded with resupply parts for the MS involved in the chase for the Archangel...
Yet, your arrival back to the Nemo isn't met with that much fanfare, your almost two weeks long absence being only merited as a Nurse above the Nemo greeted you for a required health check-up.
That done however, led you on your own until the Nemo finished inventory on the new parts.
>Meet with Margellan ASAP, discuss everything that's gone on in the homefront >Check on Garodo and the Green Frame, if anything to check some of the documented inprovements and tweaks to the Black-Band Custom retrofitting it got. >There's some rattling by the mess hall, just check if Athrun hasn't gotten in trouble, knowing him. >Write-In
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AnonymousID:N18WuUct05/05/26(Tue)04:03:30
>>6407742 >Meet with Margellan ASAP, discuss everything that's gone on in the homefront
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AnonymousID:aA5uCPqV05/05/26(Tue)07:37:26
>>6407742 >There's some rattling by the mess hall, just check if Athrun hasn't gotten in trouble, knowing him. we can at least try and improve our relationship a little bit right?
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Big MacID:K2lWQUDW05/05/26(Tue)09:27:52
>>6407742 >Meet with Margellan ASAP, discuss everything that's gone on in the homefront
Gotta warn our actually loyal boys. Athrun is the least important person to us. Hos obsession hampers us.
You trawled across the Nemo's hallways, familiar with them over time as you dialed in for Margellan's office...
The Captain in a improperly donned Coat working within sprawled Blueprints across his desk, as you step in, recognizing them to be those of the Green Frame's newly built inprovements.
"You'd figure you'd go all out for these, but these patchwork improvements at least help you even out with the Bluebloods and their G-Weapons." Margellan commented, drinking out of a sippy cup of cold brewed coffee as he seemed affixed by them "I can get some minout tweaks with the data the Buster and Blitz have gotten... Lord, am I glad I can work in this instead of dealing with Ezalia's Brat and his arm graft" His slight bit of feeding to his tantrums however, ends as he rolled up the Blueprints sitting back on their chair as he invites you proper.
"It's been... A week, Almost doesn't feel like-" You try to open up the conversation only for Margellan to frown at your attempt.
"If it's about Artemis, Forget about it. Sooner you start to settle that you're in ZAFT. The better." Shocked a bit by Margellan just dropping that off the bat, you looked down as that worry creeps back to you "I don't intend to make you feel bad or consider it rightful, but you jumped ship to the other side of the war. You've got to act like it."
You tried to contain replying negatively, but nevertheless, perdured away as you interrupted him "I wanted to tell you that... I've found some things about Le Creuset and the war as a whole when at the PLANTs"
Margellan seemed far more receptive as he took another sip of their strawcup "Tell me something I don't know about that bastard..."
Your explanation took a while... But you got the point across as Margellan rubbed their temples.
"Clyne is employing a Combat Coordinator... Fuck's sake, what is he doing?" Margellan sighed out as he pulled the rolled blueprints away to reveal a projection in his desk "And this girl... Did Le Creuset bring them along?" He asks away as you shook your head.
"It would have been obvious if she was transported aboard in the brig, I think they're-" You try to reason again only to strangely get the feeling that Margellan wasn't against the idea "You... You do realize Le Creuset held a civilian by-?"
"Listen, Natural. As much as I dislike the idea of haggling civvies into the conflict, this girl's anything but a normal civilian. She has strategic value." Margellan tried to illustrate away as he pulled pictures of one George Allster... The Vice-Minister of the Atlantic Federation's Pacific Bloc "Although... A Vice-Minister's Daughter seems inanely petty. Call me when they've got the President's Daughter" Margellan chuckles to themselves as you weighed the current atmosphere outside of the office.
It merited asking precisely what went wrong with the Gamow's Captain, as you asked away, Margellan's slight smirk falling off.
"Well, that's the can of worms that ought'd have summoned you faster than expected. If Zala just didn't fasttrack your shore leave." Margellan explained away as you could see him grip their right fist "Rollo, after getting told to stop being a child during the Artemis raid, started rocking the boat with Adres leadership and as we approached the Silverwind's distress signal. He deployed a Recon-Type GINN without authorization helmed by two engineers... Suffice to say, it just proved that the Alliance is around here somewhere and worst of all, We don't have any precise info because the Alliance Killed them." He groaned out, sipping the last of their coffee as he seemed more-than-ticked-off "that's the skimny of it all. How about you? I don't listen to state media, but the Crew's started calling you Blabbermouth out of nowhere." Margellan's annoysnce with the topic becomes exemplified as he went for this pivot... And given the time, you'll take it as it is. Though not without having the last word.
"I guess I didn't really control myself there... Say though, The FLUGG's getting mass-produced." You let him in on the news as you ready yourself to leave, Margellan taking it vaguely in stride as he waved their arm down.
"Sure is, 'cause I fucking made it." He reacted coarsely almost as if you were equally pulling his leg just as you pass by the airlock of his office.
It took just a moment there for Margellan to realize you usually aren't the lying type as you took your exit towards the strategy meeting.
That was the name Le Creuset had given the operation as he formally claimed strategic command of the remaining forces within.
"You freak, what do you think you're doing?!" You stop cathcing up with Nicol as you both enter the hangar to prepare for deployment, seeing Dearka scream out towards a GINN as its cockpit seals-.
Freezing for a bit as you immediately recognize the Yellow-marked Fin and patched accents across its body as Rusty's old GINN.
As the Mobile Suit's turned on, a strange Magenta and Black optic replacing its main camera as it swirls and moves across the starting checks.
"Get out of there! That's not meant for-!" Dearka once again yells only for the GINN's loudspeakers to reveal the identity of the pilot as your blood pressure quickens.
"It was fixed and mothballed for no proper reason, once the special optic I requested had been installed, It's ready for deployment" Arisman's words anger you as she handled the sepulchral machine towards the launch bay.
"Dearka, I don't like it, but she's right. We got resupplied in spare parts rather than brand new suits for the already-deployed" Nicol tries to ease the tension from the dark-skinned pilot to the scarlet-eyed spy as Dearka just tossed their fist aside, leaping in the Zero-G environment towards the Buster.
You and Nicol separate likewise, As you settled upon choosing the unit you'd sortied in.
Opening and settling into the cockpit, you turn on the engine and begin preparatives for launch as Garodo chirps away mechanically "What idiot is naming the damn op. Orpheus?"
Gritting your teeth to avoid snickering in accident, you however reign in as much of your capabilities as you explain away "Le Creuset decided to name it due to the location we're on..." You try to explain as well as you could, as you can't say you're a bit puzzled by it.
"'cause of the lady you guys have to search for, no?" Garodo tried to guess it out as you shook your head "She was sort of a singer, If I remember the Myth well enough"
You arc an eyebrow at the AI displaying uncertainty before heckling it lightly "You're an AI, if you know about Orpheus and Eurydice, you should probably know it all" Garodo chirps and hums electronically as they complained.
"Man, Screw you. You should probably remember every bite of Bread you'd ever had if that were the case!" Nodding to it, you however, started considering properly their suggestion...
"No, that couldn't be it though-?" You're interrupted from hypothesizing as the Nemo's command line pitches in.
"Hey, Natural. Why the hell they'd sent a brick strapped with rockets and boosters?" Margellan asked away as he sighed "Well, it says it's a high-mobility pack... War Destroyer class, Yep, I know exactly who made this. Wouldn't recommend testing it out under the situation though."
Titlting your head, Margellan ought'd explain that while in theory, the added ordinance and mobility would aid against Moebius class vessels and peppering potential ships that accompany them, the heft and girth of it all could pose trouble to Alliance Ship-cannons when entering mid-to-short combat ranges...
And he offered to work out a solution for that, before telling you he had a surprise for you to compensate
>Equip the High-Mobility Pack and test it out on the field. >Equip GINN-ordinance along the sliding rail of the Green-Frame's backpack, enough to be able to give fire-support >Heed Margellan's warnings and go for that surprise he mentioned
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AnonymousID:aA5uCPqV05/07/26(Thu)17:48:21
>>6408981 >Heed Margellan's warnings and go for that surprise he mentioned mystery box irresistible
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Big MacID:K2lWQUDW05/07/26(Thu)20:22:31
>>6408981 >Heed Margellan's warnings and go for that surprise he mentioned
I can't resist the mystery box, well test mobility pack later.
You'll bite it even if Aile did advice you test it out ASAP to check on the efficiency of the rocket pods.
"Good, I figured you'd like something to aid in hitting fast moving targets and hopefully, also drain the Battery of the Strike if it's around" Margellan comments as maintenance crew haul out an MS-Weapon sized container "Phase-Shift not only drains from the intensity of the blow it has to weather, but also the locations it gets hit with... So I'm picturing it ain't going to run any longer if it's whole core area's blownback with Titanium Pellets enough"
Arcing an eyebrow as the container's lid expands for retrieval... A quaint little barrel, seemingly stumpy on purpose greets your eyes as Garodo aids the Green Frame's hand to pick it up.
"You have Macros for this, I understand if you've piloted Manual for your entire experience but get with the times." Garodo sasses you out before it properly analyzes the weapon as its handle connects with the electric ports in the Green-Frame's hand "Telescopic Shotgun Grapeshot... Can't say I expected the fruity name."
Garodo however, started distorting and screeching out in synthetic pain as a beeping's heard from your comms suite "Natural, Get your dumbass AI to stop sassying me, unlike inter-pilot comms, I can hear it." For Garodo's part, he only deployed a text screen with Ow... as the follow up "This is a handy gun I've been spending the week you've been gone, should fit neatly along the sliding rail of your backpack, if it works like I expect it to. Highly likely that it does A Moebius virtually cannot dodge a mid-range shot without getting grazed... Hopefully, You got eight shots in the barrel and I haven't made spares yet."
You nod to it as you slide the rail of the Green Frame's backpack unit upwards, slinging the stubby weapon as Garodo displays out the blueprint in its extended and ready-to-fire diagram.
"Still... There's a more glaring bit about the Orpheus thingy, isn't it?" Garodo comments out as you orderly place the Green Frame in the launching rail of the Nemo "You can't look back or something."
Le Creuset... Did mention something like that as he prepared to take command of the Op and dispatched you for deployment.
To search for a songstress, in the ruins where this hell began... What truly awaits you as you look back?
His words ring in your head as you launch... Compelling you to look.
You didn't expect it to be literal, even less to translate the same haunting feeling you're experiencing right now.
The Mass grave of Junius Seven, the one scar of space that began this war on its entirety.
You heed note that only Arisman and DesLisle seemed uninterested in gawking at the frozen derelict, Gasps of discomfort coming from Dearka and Nicol, a resolute scoff away from Yzak...
And the haunting silence as the Aegis glares firmly at the structure, Phase-Shift not even turned on as Athrun stares face-to-face with the Grave of His mother and countless others.
Miguel groans out, discomfort clearly present in their tone of voice as their hastily paint-swatched Orange GINN focused ahead "I don't want to be here any longer than you all but you heard the orders from Le Creuset regarding Orpheus, right? Rolecall your name and units as we assemble teams" Miguel takes command ahead as Arisman and DesLisle floated to their side.
"Miguel Aimann, GINN Command Type"
"Mayano Arisman. GINN D-Tec. Ready for scouting."
"Lieutenant Fleur DesLisle, CGUE, taking command of Squad Phi."
It didn't take long then for the younger pilots of the Le Creuset Squad, as well as the replacement wingmen from home to sound off...
Except for Athrun, who glared at the wreck, their Phase-shift shimmering on as the Aegis glared back "Someone touched the damn station! Dearka, augment upon the northern pole of the colony!"
"Wha-?! Roger!" Dearka used the superior optical suite of the Buster as he hummed affirmatively "What the-? There's Icepick and forced entry marks across the structure! Who the hell would-?"
"You think the Naturals give a damn for what they did here?! Maybe the ones that shot down the Silverwind came in and scouted for Souvenirs of this atrocity!" Dearka's uneased worry is only exacerbated as Yzak inflammatorily throws the hypothesis to it all as Athrun cursed out.
"Athrun Zala, Aegis Gundam! I'll lead an extra team to check the vicinity of the colony!"
You look between the two regular GINNS, their pilots one Strode and Javier as Miguel barked out "You're thinning us out Athrun, Cease-!"
In theory... That'll leave only four teams of three, separated between their command antennae, that could prove worrisome... But maybe also fruitful in gathering intel, if you play your cards carefully.
>Join DesLisle's team with one of the wingmen, They're advancing to Heat Signatures detected far away >Join Arisman's Team with Dearka, Advancing ahead to the wreck of the Silverwind and hopefully finding the GINN recon type too >Join Aimann's team with Yzak, Reporting on an unnervingly close, almost trying to stealthtily move heat signature >Join Athrun's team with Nicol, The manipulation in Junius Seven could unearth clues of what exactly these Alliance troops are doing in the wreck's surrounding.
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AnonymousID:aA5uCPqV05/08/26(Fri)20:18:43
>>6409473 >Join Athrun's team with Nicol, The manipulation in Junius Seven could unearth clues of what exactly these Alliance troops are doing in the wreck's surrounding.
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Big MacID:K2lWQUDW05/09/26(Sat)02:48:59
>>6409473 >Join Arisman's Team with Dearka, Advancing ahead to the wreck of the Silverwind and hopefully finding the GINN recon type too
I'd rather ask the source then puzzle things. Especially around an overly emotional Athrun thats bound to mess things up.
"Zala's distress is noticeably unprofessional, the firepower of the Aegis and the Stealth capabilities of the Blitz are wasted in checking that gravestone."
Mayano's more practical analysis of it all audibly ticks off Dearka as you reigned in from commenting in full "It's Junius Seven, Freak! If the Naturals decided to further desecrate it, it's justifiable for us to check what they've even did!" Dearka groaned, as the Buster and Mayano's red-Optic GINN linked together through a physical plug in the latter's backpack "Okay, the EWAC system's running, Should help me pinpoint the Silverwind... Or what's left of it, anyways." Dearka comments as he used the Buster's expanded sensor suite to physically spot the wreck across the ruins.
Mayano did not make it easier to cooperate with how matter-of-factly she treated the resting place of the catastrophe that set this war off.
"Clyne was here to celebrate an anniversary...? How quaint to try and remember something like-" Mayano found herself silenced as Dearka, finally fed up, Irately yelled out.
"You shup your trap, Freakshow! I don't know what goes on over that head of yours but I fight for nothing like this to happen again if I can help and stop any would-be Natural Genocider from it!" Dearka imposed ober the modified GINN pilot as they obly grumbled.
"If you have a desire to fight all of Humanity over some ruins, I want no part of it. You need focused objectives." The indignant huff coming out of Dearka worries you as you placed the green frame between the linked MS.
"Come on, don't make too much Airwave sound, could get us spotted if the Alliance's listening in as we think they could be." You try to focus ahead of the mission as you nonetheless gets slightly bothered by Mayano's lack of care for the symbolic meaning of these ruins.
Right until Dearka's radar, aided with the D-Tec's scope, pinged in the defunct IFF signal...
And that's where you saw it, the Silverwind... As ruined as the debris surrounding it.
Peering closer and closer to the destroyed craft, You let Mayano's customized GINN to hold guard as the Buster clicked its two cannons together, A matter of precaution as you'd step inside the husk for the black box data of the Silverwind.
"Damn Naturals." Dearka commented as you welded open an entry into the ship "Attacking a civilian vessel like this... Bloodthirsty animals-" His rant is interrupted as Mayano hummed negatively.
"It may be a civilian, but the Silverwind flew and transmitted both ZAFT colours and IFF." The combat coordinator replied dryly "For all that the Alliance cared, it could have carried weapons or supplies to Boaz or another supply station" The words only carry an air of indignation from the dark-skinned pilot as you forced the entry into one of the depowered airlocks.
Freezing as dead crew littered its dark environs, your helmet mounted flashlight trembling.
"Why are you playing ball for them so much, Freak?! They're our enemy why are you-?" Dearka tried to reign in his more antagonistic stance to even deem the doubt as you pushed past the bodies into the dilapidated bridge.
Vacant... An unfortunate effect of Alliance's ship-and-fighter doctrine making for hiting vital components of the Ship progressively due to the intense armour reinforcement of the bridge in enemy vessels.
"Because you are being irrational" Mayano explained as you raised an eyebrow, acessing the defunct database with a battery dongle "To carry your prejudices and notions clouds you in the battlefield of what is objective and what is relevant to your mission, case-In-point Alliance doctrine wouldn't attack this vessel unless provoked."
There they are... "Have the black box recording data and beginning Data transmission." You comment away as you typed the necessary code into the command prompts.
"Frieden Are you hearing this crazy girl out?!" You freeze for a moment, Dearka for the first time adressing you by name as you managed the upstream "She said that they flew our flags and then didn't attack us?! And you accuse me of being irrational!"
You make note of it all, compiling the data only for a brief shunt in the power to alarm you, forcing you to upload what you had...
>Integrity = 84 [Majour Success]
Thankfully fully caught up, including the signal for the singular escape pod that the Silverwind ejected...
And yet... A cold shiver runs by your spine as you made your way back to the Green Frame.
Miguel Aimann stopped the Duel and the GINN accompanying them as the faint heat signal reported by the Vesalius unveiled the Archangel hidden amongst the debris.
Mistral mobile armors patchwork repairing its armour from the outside as Miguel weathered his own grudge against the vessel that got him booted from the Le Creuset Squad with the rationality that befelled his experience.
The Strike's pilot is a Coordinator, and that changed everything and yet nothing about the everlying situation that they couldn't beat them."
"Hold your fire, Last thing we need is a firefight with the Strike" Miguel warned Yzak as he scoffed in response.
"I can kick that damn traitor's ass, Just you watch me." Yzak almost prepared to enter into combat maneuvers with the duel only to be physically barred back by Miguel's GINN "The hell-?"
"Maybe you can, but who came out of an encounter with it missing an arm and complaining about it non-stop last time he picked a fight with it?" Miguel recalled away as Yzak grumbled before letting go off their beam rifle.
"He got lucky! Same with you! You wanted to claim your honour back?! We can-!" Miguel shushes the blueblood Ace to the latter's irritation as their command horn starts picking up from the broadband chatter coming from the Archangel crew.
"Man, Tolle, that was a crazy good idea!" A jovial engineer congratulated another as their Mistral finished riveting a sheet of armour "If we used the exhaust chambers of the thrusters just to heat treat some of the colony scrap into useable plating... Yeah, that's improv!" The congratulatory tone seems to fall on deaf ears...
Miguel beginning to relay back the finding away towards the Vesalius in encoded transmission as the aforementioned Tolle in the other line groaned.
"Thanks but... When does Allan get out of the Brig?"
"Fleuret DesLisle, Reporting the Alliance advance fleet we had expected to come is arriving into the Junius Seven Grave-space." The ace in the Black CGUE relayed back towards the Vesalius before tuning their command horn to listen in to the careless force's chatter.
Five escorts and only one main battleship in the entourage... Brisk or maybe even lax procedure in embarking towards this zone, knowing it was only the ruins of their own making.
"I can't believe it... And they shot down a civilian ship because-?" Javier commented only to be shushed out by Fleur as she tuned right.
>Tuning espionage = 91 [Majour Success]
"Get some Moebius scouts around the debris belt, although the Archangel guaranteed it wasn't followed, we can't get too sure after that ZAFT vessel hailed an SOS." A commander called out as likewise, some escorts were preparing to deploy their mobile armors... Troublesome were it not for the GINN and CGUE to remain well hidden.
"Do you... Understand, the windfall that could come unto my...- Our careers if we were to secure that prisoner back to Washington?" A more rugged voice, clearly an affect made for a character, asked away as the commander ignored them, calling out precise instructions for the scouts as they deployed "Think of it this way... We could end this war in a week."
Fleur took a pause on it, concern suddenly coming over what had happened only for the Alliance Commander to groan.
"I entertained the idea of you welcoming them, I am not letting you subsume my authority after you spent the communique we had with that crew berating them for surviving." The commander drew out a line of command as he hummed softly "Measured that may be, The Archangel and its data take priority under Admiral Halberton's orders."
The other man in the line scoffed at the plainspoken objective "To use the weapons of our enemy... You don't see the irony that we could achieve far more by grasping and crushing their hearts and spirits? or are you still reeling over that informant having lied?"
The man only responded dryly, having thought it for a moment...
"Vice-Minister, do not force my hand, lest I chain you back to your Blue and Pure World."
The Archangel was in relative high spirits, even undergoing repairs.
After all, it was only a matter of time, with salvation at the other end of the road, An advance force of the Eight Space Fleet ready to escort the battered ship back to the safety of Earth's orbit with the core fleet.
And yet, Mu La Flaga waltzed into the brig with a platter of food in their hands, shooting a glance at the last corner of the room before walking leisurely towards it, pulling forth a slit for the tray to go in.
"Here you go, Mean Swing." Was how the Hawk of Endymion greeted the green-eyed Ace as he reached for the tray, giving one thorough bite of the bread ration within it "Man, you sure know how to deal with a Kiss-ass."
Allan wiped their mouth off crumbs with their forearm "That girl was supposed to be an open secret... That is until that Limey bastard decided she was worth getting some raisin-faced fibber of an economist out of his hide."
Mu let out an involuntary snort at the creatively apt description of the Politician that had commandeered first contact, lifting Allan's spirits as he smirked widely.
"I guess... Suffice to say, We're shortly going to be escorted out by fighters as soon as they get our encoded signal... What was the deal with getting Kira acknowledged when they only called for officers?" The blond ace asked away at the Black-haired one as he shook their head.
"Kid needs something to boost him out of that slump... He's in a pretty shit situation, let's not kid ourselves. But he's got this far with this little instruction, I don't think it's just because he's a Coordinator. He's got Potential." It didn't exactly please Mu to hear those words from the Ace... No matter how factual they actually were "What's he up to now?"
Mu leaned by the opposite wall of the Brig door as he sighed "I got him assigned to take care of the princess... Let's him some fresh air from being cooped up in a cockpit or his quarters."
It was Allan's turn to cackle as the sudden burst of hilarity weirded out the Hawk of Endymion "Oh, that's a terrible idea, I bet you didn't even consult Ramius or anyone else for that matter, did you?" Heckling the ace, the green-eyed soldier only got a bewildered raise of the eyebrow, as if Mu admitted he didn't have much options "Well, he's a young man. With a girl he's never, ever going to see again. Do the math."
Mu scoffed this time out of derision at the idea "Don't project onto the kid, You crazy bastard." Playfully calling it off, however, did not change Allan's expression as he looked up.
Because, away into Lacus' improvised holding cabin, Kira had done as he was instructed... Only to see Eurasian soldiers from Artemis hassling the songstress.
>Bad Idea = 10 [Majour Failure]
The last straw having been reached with their attempt to destroy Lacus' Haro as Kira looked upon their bruised and bloodied hands and fists.
Athrun expected to find an irreverence to the tragedy that struck this place a year ago, Clear signs of looting a long dead graveyard entombed in ice and the Natural's very rule of strength dictating the world laid bare to see.
What he saw instead... Was the Colony's surroundings addorned in small, paper cranes and shapes of Origami, even some mock flowers floating across the orbit.
"I've read something like this was bound to happen in the actual anniversary." Nicol commented as the Blitz finished it sweep of the Colony's insides "The Silverwind was loaded with everything to set it up so... I don't understand how it escaped like this."
Nicol analyzed the possibilities after the sinking of the civilian ship, but it all was cleared out as signals began to arrive from the Vesalius, A warning about beginning to spread N-Jammer Radiation in the vicinity.
"It couldn't have been released like this if it was destroyed... Someone took it from the Silverwind and-." Athrun struggled to even compute the logic behind it because...
Because if the Alliance had sunk the Silverwind and ransacked its contents, why would they honour the colony with at least one of its memorial rites?
"We should get a move on, Athrun. Frieden and Dearka found the Silverwind's black box and we can tell precisely what's gone on since it got sunk from it." Nicol's most expectant call to move was ignored as the Aegis knelt down upon the surface of the Colony's husk.
"Mom... Who left you a gift for your wake? I... I wish I knew who to-"
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AnonymousID:8bRLzbBl05/15/26(Fri)07:49:34
Question from someone new to the quest, is our MC's name a Gundam X reference? Because Freeden is the name of the main ship and the Moon is a big part of the series.
Rau Le Creuset smirked as he received the relayed orders, administering with caution a few sets of quiet orders as the stage is set for Orpheus unexpected second step.
"Nemo's in position, Le Creuset. But don't expect much of our covering fire to meet its mark. The Debris field makes for some piss-poor ranges." The last transmission of the former Chief Engineer of ZAFT rung out as Le Creuset considered the roughly drafted possitional map he made.
The Alliance was well played in not barging in blindly with a scouting crew to meet the struck Archangel... How unfortunate it is that it was made from a position of overconfidence, as ZAFT forces positioned themselves at key chokepoints.
"Understood Arisman, Over." Adres finished polishing the last bits of information from the Transfer before the N-Jammer radiation began to spread "Le Creuset... I may be overstepping my judgement, but I have three firm gripes to ask." The older XO fixed their hat a bit as Le Creuset floated away from the map to their side.
"I can predict them." Le Creuset confidently stated as the Captain firmly seated in their seat "First. The Archangel and this advance force have shifted our priorities, We cannot let it resupply now that the Council wants it captured. Second, I am sure Zala and Amalfi know well enough in advance that communications will be shorted to frequency, Zala's unit was made to deal in such..." Le Creuset shot away the concerns of Adres right until the man decided to state it outright.
"Augustus Rollo... While you commanded Margellan's Nemo to a supportive role within the ranges, and we are keeping distance due to the field's complication... I fail to see how wise it is to let him without objectives and not obstructing his desire for a full-on confrontation."
Le Creuset had largely fallen out in favour to the old academy peer in Rollo, Knowing full well his reckless actions and desire to catch just a speck of the glory he hadn't managed to catch prior.
"I trust his judgement, and the PLANTs had reinforced him in kind." Le Creuset openly lied as the Gamow began to stride its way to meet the advanced force "And surely you can see the benefits to our strategy as it stands, yes?"
Adres response was just to crestfallenly drop a slight, somber bow of their head, awarding a silent prayer to the pilots deploying from the Gamow.
"H.O.M.E reporting here, we're sending aid!" The beleaguered captain of those junkers called out as Arisman, with the help of Garodo, decodified and played back all important info of the black box after sending it to the Vesalius.
"Worthless Animals!" Dearka commented outright as he cursed, the Buster's phase-shift shimmering back on after having been on standby "N-Jammer jamming on effect, Freak. Did the Vesalius mention anything to heed regarding the-?"
He was soon interrupted as the Buster was impacted by rotary cannon rounds, bouncing off the phase-shift harmlessly as the Buster raised up its combined cannons, shooting out a spreadshot at the shot's direction as you pilot the Green-Frame along with Mayano to disperse from the area of fire.
A Moebius is shot down by the shrapnel, exploding as it's firey wave provides cover for its wingmen to hide across the debris field.
"Shifty sonnuvabitch! Freakshow! What's the-!" Deark called out as you pulled out the beam pistol from the chest compartment of the Green Frame.
"Four hostiles, they don't know the D-Tec scope's tracking them down." Mayano racked their GINN's machine gun as you three ready for counter-action.
>Use Mayano's unit as a spotter and tag along with Dearka to finish them off. >Use the Buster as bait for their weapons, surprise them along with Mayano when their weapons prove innefectual. >Separate between each other, Their specs are lesser overall, so the risk involved is well merited. >Write-In
>>6412890 [I leaned into it a bit for the Green Frame's AI, but it was mostly a pool of already made names depending on the region of origin for the MC, Amado Koa (The redband pilot back ar Heliopolis) was another name in that docket, with the remaining for the Atlantic Federation and the South-American Federation being Pharon Sanders and Secco Almibar]
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AnonymousID:8bRLzbBl05/16/26(Sat)08:59:07
>>6413013 >Use Mayano's unit as a spotter and tag along with Dearka to finish them off.
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Big MacID:K2lWQUDW05/16/26(Sat)14:23:21
>>6413013 >Use the Buster as bait for their weapons, surprise them along with Mayano when their weapons prove innefectual.
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AnonymousID:aA5uCPqV05/16/26(Sat)22:23:39
>>6413013 >Use Mayano's unit as a spotter and tag along with Dearka to finish them off.
Shooting out stray beam shots at the debris, You raise your shield using it to protect the main body of the Green-Frame from the impact of a linear gun shot as you maneuevered close to the buster.
Rightfully taking a heavier blunt of the scattered blows, due to their lack of a shield and Dearka standing in the open... Yet, completely innefective at doing any damage as the Phase-Shift Armour bounces off bullets and railgun shots both "Mayano, Keep us in contact, We're chasing after them through the scrap!" Commanding ahead, You shot at one in the open, the compact beam projectile whizzing past the space fighter as you dashed in to corner it-.
Garodo quickly pulling out Sonar imagery aided by imaging from the D-Tec unit right as the shoulders of the Buster slid up, a barrage of missiles shot out of it as he peppered the area with them.
"He's making more cover for them with that trick!" Garodo complained only for you to even scoff at the suggestion, the rockets beginning to explode away the scrap surrounding the front of the buster.
"He's an Ace pilot! I trust exactly what he's doing, just watch!" Gritting your teeth, you block another linear cannon shot before Dearka's handiwork made itself evident.
A clearing of the space in one part, exposing the cover the debris had for just a slight moment before you both dashed ahead for it, weapons in hand
It only took the misfortunate mistake of a Moebius pilot passing through the cleared up debris for you to focus...
A tingling running through the nape of your neck as you breathed in through the Zero-G maneuevers catching up in range as your perception... Expands.
>Target Acquisition = 100 [Critical Success]
Getting in range was as quick as it was measured, firing one shot precisely at the Cockpit of the yet unaware Moebius as it pierces through, its battery and engine exploding along with the remnants of the craft as you...
Move on to your next Target amongst the Debris, overtaking the formation you had with the Buster
"Natural, where'd you-?!" Dearka asks, in sudden confusion as he blind-fires a beam shot with one of their separated cannons...
It didn't dawn upon you that while you... Understood the positioning of your next target, Mayano hadn't pinged them beforehand and-.
You don't let your focus waiver, sctivating Green Mirage as the Gree-Frame's eyes light up in green, your pursuit of the weaving Moebius across tightly packed clusters of Debris unrelenting...
And as Mayano finally called out their location is it that you finally corner them, The main cameras of your Mobile suit blinking back to Yellow as you holstered the beam pistol back to its designated compartment, grabbing and flipping the twin-sword-rifle-.
As the Moebius pirouettes upwards to escape you, your maneuver ceasing as you grab the barrel of the beam rifle, it's sharp axehead stock beginning to resonate and shiver-.
>Cover fire = 68 [Minour Success]
A spread-shot from the Buster's fired again, crippling the wings of the Moebius as it tried to flee you, it's pilot groaning out in panic as they are rocked downwards by the momentum of the shrapnel-.
Right back into your grasp as you down-swung the rifle's axe-head into it, smashing and cleaving it in twain as it exploded away.
"The remaining... Fleeing the scene." Mayano's calm yet calculated voice resonates arounds your comms as a Moebius tries to front you, shooting out it's rack of missiles just as you engaged head CIWS and shot them down almost As soon as they were fired.
"Addams, we have to leave! They sent the G-Weapons for the SOS signal!" You freeze for a moment, suddenly hearing a panicked voice from within your mind as you-.
Could only recoil back as you heard a blood-curdling scream, the Moebius that had just attacked you getting point-center shot by the Duel's combined beam cannon, your entire focus thrown off by that as you didn't even realize Green Mirage being activated by Garodo.
Side-flipping away from a stray beam cannon shot from a battleship, your composure regained as the foreign danger almost nailed you in your stupor "What the hell was all that?! I couldn't even read your inputs and then you just freeze like that?!" Garodo complained to you only for Mayano's voice to turn your focus away.
"Don't shoot it down... The Gamow's engaging the Alliance fleet forwards, if we follow it, we can show up precisely to aid." The reasoning behind her plan was sensible...
Dearka however seemed to hear none of it "I don't care, these assholes think they could strut into Junius Seven and attack our memorial delegations?! They're gonna die to the last-!"
You called out the dark-skinned pilot's name loudly, suddenly throwing off his sight as the Moebius's exits its range lock "Go with the Plan, the Gamow will need our help and we need to be there... Even if it's only by following the survivor."
Dearka groaned out of annoyance, before Mayano took the point position of the formation, the sensorial-specced GINN D-Tec best suited for this endeavour as you could see stray beam fire from the Horizon.
The Archangel began to raise combat alarms as the jamming that had taken place mid-parlay with the advance fleet had been confirmed into a full-blown ZAFT attack.
Tolle rolled out the waist of their Normal Suit as he took deep breaths... Knowing full well that the stunt they had pulled just now to safeguard everyone's hurried return to the safety of the archangel could have turned awry at any moment.
A pit of worry tinged withing the young man's stomach after the fact... He could have been the next casualty had his rivet gun not impacted the Duel's beam rifle with enough force to knock it away and yet...
That dread still paralyzed him as he breathed in and out laboriously... Would it be how Kira feels after every deployment?
He couldn't tell much, as the Engineers joining or already working on the alarm, equipped the Strike away with an Aile Striker Pack... Just as Tolle noticed the aforementioned Coordinator Pilot rushing into scene.
"Go knock 'em dead, Kira!" Tolle's worry vanished as his best friend lept down from a railing, floating towards the Strike Cockpit as the green-eyed man held his hope with him... And yet, something was off despite that hope.
He had no Pilot Suit on, There was a definite sense of Urgency Kira had in getting inside the Mobile Suit... And more concerningly, was the fact he locked himself inside it.
"Oi! Coordinator. What the bloody hell are you doing?!" One of Artemis' engineers began knocking away at the Strike "We're locking the loadout on, but there's been no call for the bridge for-?!"
He's cut off, as Tolle equally froze upon the Shimmering of the Strike's Phase-Shift, skipping away into the launching bay and blasting multiple engineers back with the force of their verniers as they forced exit.
"Somebody stop that freak of nature! Call the Bridge!" The aforementioned engineer called out, as Tolle remained uncertain of what was going through his best friend's head...
As the Legged port of the Archangel opened in order to avoid damages from the Strike's exit, Miguel within his cockpit froze upon seeing the Strike once again, A chill running down his spine...
Just as the Duel reared closer towards it, a Battlecry coming from its pilot as it ignited its beam saber!
"Yzak, Mind your-!" Was Miguel's instinctual rebuttal as the Archangel began to discharge what functioning CIWS it had to repel the ZAFT duo.
>Blade clash= 56 [Minour Success]
For their part, the Strike likewise ignited one of their beam sabers, clashing against the duel as the silver-haired Ace groaned "It's over, Traitor!" He called out as the Strike's pilot through proximity comms only gasped in surprise "Letting down your race to join our oppressors... I'll get you for this, Kira Yamato!"
Yzak however did not expect that calling their enemy by name would change their demeanour entirely, widening eyebrows as the Strike's pilot let out a distressed scream before beating out the block by shooting at the Duel's face with their head-mounted CIWS, the shimmer of the blue Mobile Suit's phase-shift blinding Yzak just enough for the Alliance Mobile Suit to raise their saber-.
As Miguel's heart sank down before instinctually rushing into action
>Magic Bullet of Dusk = 86 [Majour Success]
Tackling the Strike wasn't a possibility, as it's pilots highly-skilled perception pushed back away with their verniers as the Duel flailed in front of it's place-.
What was however, possible, was Miguel ejecting two Carwennan's from their GINN's calf storage, pressure launched and flipping right open as they stab through the Strike's shield, electrical current leaving them affixed there as Miguel shot repeateadly with their machine gun towards it.
Cracks beginning to form from the intense structural pressure the whirring knives had left before the Orange GINN and blue Gundam distanced themselves for engagement.
Rollo sweat cold as he quickly ascertained the numbers of their full frontal assault.
His ship had been recently restaffed in full of pilots, of the twelve that arrived, Eight remained and the Alliance Moebius were far too tight in coordination along with their escorts ships to break them away and take them down separatedly.
"Captain! We need help, Now!" A pilot called out only to scream out in panic, his own signal soon going dark as the ashy-blond captain gripped their sleeve tightly.
Why the hell are they so effective?! First Le Creuset managed to toss away most ot his forces in his colony-destroying investigation and now he's done it again by-! "Sir, encoded Telegram by the enemy... It's the 8th Space Fleet!"
Rollo's heart skipped a beat to the famous bulkwark unit of Earth, one of the many, many regiments of renown that transcended the propaganda of both sides by how they excelled.
And if a small dettachment like this could-.
"Le Creuset! Le Creuset! Come in! I need help!", Rollo broadcasted out despite the heavy interference and jamming...
The response being chilling, far more than if the White Phantom hadn't gotten it.
"You wished for your shot at glory... I dare not make you look back at this point"
It was only then and there that Athrun recompose, after the Aegis' cockpit's combat alarms began blaring.
A Stray beam shot scorching the entirety of the Origami Shroud as his eyes went wide in surprise.
"That-! Take cover Athrun!" Nicol called out, pulling deeper into the colony's frozen surface to ward themselves from danger.
Athrun's hands gripped tightly against his controls, as his voice trembled, unable to process how in just a moment...
The wakeful memory towards his mother and all the victims of the massacre, had been scorched into nothing
Athrun let out a sorrowful cry, morphing the Aegis into cruise mobile armor form as he headed directly for the source of the beam.
Shocking their friend as they struggled to catch up "Athrun! Stop, I can't-!"
"I'm gonna kill them all, I'm going to eviscerate every single one of these Natural dogs!" Athrun snarled out in righteous anger "They turn this grave into a battle once again?! I'll show them all the pain of Junius Seven and No one will lieve to tell of it!"
Nicol worried at the rabid frenzy his friend was tranced into... But couldn't catch with the speed of the Mobile Armor form, as they settled to get into the fight by use of Mirage Colloid.
"Holy...!" Dearka commented out as the chase for the last remaining Moebius revealed itself into the full-blown skirmish ahead.
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Dodging in formations as stray beam shots fill out the approaching sightlines of the battle, You separate from Mayano and Dearka as Garodo begins to run scouting observations-.
>Defense of the Gamow = 12 [Majour Failure]
As rockets and torpedoes impact the Gamow, you grit your teeth, trying to accelerate ahead as a Black CGUE routs further attackers from sinking the ship... Along with their-!
The GINN accomoanying Lieutenant Deslisle's is impacted by a beam rifle shot from behind you, as you immediately tense up... Given it could only mean...
>In Striking Distance = 50 [Minour Failure]
You turn towards it, finally seeing the Strike appear into the fray, pushing aside the Duel from further impeding them as they raised their rifle towards Miguel's Orange GINN. Leg armor blownback and sparking-.
"Commander!" The remaining GINN tosses themselves towards the custom command-type, tackling it aside and receiving instead the full bore of the beam shot.
"No! You bastard!" Yzak called out in the Duel as he shot back, the Strike managing to block the impact of three beam rifle shots before the top and bottom halves of their shield cracked aside unevenly, forcing it to discard the defensive option-.
Before dodging aside combined fire from the Buster and the D-Tec combined.
The situation growing far, far tenser as Athrun outpassed you, ignoring both the attacking Gamow and the approaching Strike as the Aegis heads towards the heart of the fleet's command.
>Aid against the Strike, The Number advantage should overwhelm its pilot >Save the Gamow from being sunk, defend it alongside Lieutenant DesLisle >Join Athrun in their head-cutting maneuver, if you were to sink their main battleship... >Write-In
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Big MacID:K2lWQUDW05/22/26(Fri)21:34:37
>>6416677 >Save the Gamow from being sunk, defend it alongside Lieutenant DesLisle
I'd make the attempt to sink the arch angel if I thought plot armor wouldnt save them somehow.
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AnonymousID:aA5uCPqV05/24/26(Sun)02:48:25
>>6416710 >Join Athrun in their head-cutting maneuver, if you were to sink their main battleship...
the archangel isn't leading the fleet, this is the fleet that came to support the archangel.
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Big MacID:K2lWQUDW05/24/26(Sun)19:27:26
>>6417291 Then I feel that's less of a reason to choose destroy instead of save. If we had a shit at destroying the data, saving the pop star or stranding the strike.
You geit your teeth, knowing full well that the Gamow was beginning to get swarmed by Moebius fighters all across, it's own defensive entourage having been decimated-.
And noticeably so as the Aegis flies past it, leaving it estranged as Fleur's black CGUE shot down one of the fighters before its escorts shook her off
"Frieden! The Gamow!" Dearka called out to you as the Buster attempted to lock-on to the zipping-by Strike "We'll take care of the Strike, You go and get Rollo out of his mess!" And that command...
You activated Green Mirage, weaving and leaning away from any oncoming fire as you reached up for the telescopic shotgun sitting by the backpack of your unit, quickly manipulating the mechanisms as it extends out proper...
Dashing into the fray, rotary cannon fire artfully dodged away with Green Mirage's near human articulation as you hefted the Shotgun's length towards the approaching attackers.
Confirming target and squeezing the Trigger within your cockpit's manual aim lever.
>Shrapnel Spray = 96 + 10 [106, Majour Success]
You didn't expect that the firing reticle programmed would have been wrong, the spray of it tighter than Margellan had expected... Even if the first shot connects with two tightly-packed fighters, shredding their wings before the ordinance in one blows up, clearing both targets.
Green Mirage deactivates as you rack the shotgun's next round, shooting it again at a passing Moebius Group as they, smartly, begin to disperse, too late for one of them as they're caught in the full volley of shrapnel, blowing apart in quick succession.
It dawned upon you that these pilots were vastly well-coordinated compared to the skirmishes you've had along your service, in a way that clearly denoted a specific training structure.
Who are they?
>Gamow's Defense = 78 + 10 [88, Majour Success]
As DesLisle's black CGUE catches up on a formation, shooting at it with their rifle, you aid them in quick succession, repelling the concentrations around the Gamow as you take notice of flashing lights and far-away explosions deeper into the Alliance's fleet.
What's Athrun's plan? While it's true he's using one of the G-Weapons, to go at it alone...
"This can't be... This can't be the end, not like this!"
Kira's manic escape from the Archangel aboard the Strike was all but an act of sheer fear for his own life after crossing the line in keeping check of Lacus Clyne...
But the eurasians... Why did they think the robot was a spying device?! He knew the ins-and-outs of Athrun's robots after studying Birdie, Athrun wouldn't do that!
But the eminent fact he couldn't even disclose those facts without drawing ill light on himself... Why is he trapped in this situation?!
Groaning out as he takes a broadside hit from the Orange GINN's vibrating sword, Kira keeps his eyes peeled upon the battery indicators of the Strike... After the first time forced to go without Phase-Shift, Kira had been drilled and through precise simulations. Trained to not discharge its battery over the needs of his situation.
But his protracted escape and subsequent fight had gotten his battery levels concerningly in the yellows, Kira's instinct leaning him aside as he dodges a bullet launched by the Green Buster Gundam.
Right as he got blindsided, a GINN with yellow accents tackling them as Kira struggled to shake them off the Strike, his main camera immeriately locking to its unique red-hued pink optic as it locked with his...
A forced communication channel being transfered ahead as Kira panicked, for the machine grappling him had just installed a Virus on the Strike's computer.
"Kira Yamato..." That voice... No, it can't be her from Heliopolis-! "You've finally found yourself under judgment of the Council... Surrender yourself and your unit, lest I-"
The words fell deaf as Kira's fear manifested itself, the dam keeping it composed outright bursting out as he gritted their teeth.
And with it... A clarity shrouded in the alarm of fighting against his impending death
"I want to liiiiiive!" Kira yelled from well-deep in his soul, unnerving the emotionally restrained girl just as the Strike kicked the odd-eyed GINN off itself.