Gundam, driving a mass-produced machine will change the world

It is often said that history is a cycle. And now, around Axis, history is truly repeating itself.

"What are you doing? Solar power systems should be weapons that have already been banned!"

The governor of the Second Jupiter Fleet glared and roared at the Titans commander. To be honest, the solar power system that the Titans had been keeping hidden in the hangars of their various ships was much, much smaller than the one that had shone brightly in the One Year War.

But you can't disregard a nuclear weapon just because its yield is small. This strategic weapon was confiscated and sealed off at the very beginning of the conflict between the Ander Tek and the Titans. At least within the Earth Sphere, both sides have exercised restraint and haven't openly rebuilt such a strategic weapon. Look at the Titans; they've focused all their efforts on the Silver Thunder, clearly adhering to their bottom line.

Outside of Earth's sphere, the Titans seem to have no such concerns—they used nuclear bombs to pave the way at the very beginning of the battle, and now they've pulled out a solar energy system.

"Your Excellency, if you wish to punish them, please allow me to first resolve the threat to the Earth Sphere. I initially thought Axis was nothing more than a pack of stray dogs biting indiscriminately, but their development has exceeded our expectations. Let's use the solar energy system on them for the sake of Earth's peace!"

That hit the nail on the head. The Federation has never regarded Axis as an equal opponent—even the Principality of Zeon at its peak was defeated, so what can the so-called Neo Zeon, whose population, economy, and military strength are inferior to the Principality of Zeon, possibly achieve?

However, the appearance of the Great Zamru made the governor realize Axis's war potential. Compared to the original work, Axis has inherited more scientific research capabilities, and as long as it returns to the Earth Sphere and finds a way to acquire resources, it can quickly convert them into a force sufficient to wage war.

"Beep——"

The screen in front of the Titans commander went dark; the governor had automatically shut down communications. The Luna-class warships, which had been patrolling around the solar system, also changed direction, giving up their firing range.

The governor could not explicitly support the Titans' use of strategic weapons, but he could choose not to stop them.

“That’s right… A lukewarm approach won’t keep those ungrateful bastards in line. Only when they have no means of resistance can humanity truly achieve peace.”

Now, regardless of which faction's leadership, they are all firsthand witnesses to that year's war, only their chosen paths after the war differ. Like this Titans commander, in his understanding, the universe remains restless because there are always people stirring up rebellion among its inhabitants.

The leader of them was that damned Zeon.

"Mirror unfolding complete, adjusting convergence!"

The commander's flagship is the core of this solar energy system, and data from all sides is constantly being collected.

This solar system is indeed much smaller in scale, but the current goal is not to directly break through the fortress's defenses, but to target the Great Zamru that has detached from the surface of Axis and is trying to evade it.

"Om-"

"Everyone disperse!"

As the solar system adjusted its focus, reflecting all the sun's heat in that direction, Matthew Man roared, issuing a warning to his SS.

Unlike the formidable power of other strategic weapons, solar energy systems merely reflect light.

That's all, but it's so deadly that it kills you if you touch it!
The Great Zamru boasts an exceptionally high level of protection, befitting its status as a weapon manufactured by Axis for attacking fleets. Both its I-field and armor material are top-tier. Therefore, the people of Axis placed high hopes on this machine.

But now their high hopes are beginning to melt away under the sun's brilliance!
The solar system's focus did not immediately converge on the moving Great Zamru, but instead swept across the surface of Axis, leaving an ugly trail of shattered and melted rock!
Great Zamru is already very fast, but no matter how fast he is, how can he compare to a solar system that only needs to adjust its angle?

The sun's focus, starting from its two legs, centered on this Great Zamru!
The metal seemed to be burning. Its fighting claws on its legs were destroyed instantly, rendering its close-combat capabilities, which the researchers had painstakingly enhanced, completely useless.

The defeat of this Great Zamru was almost inevitable...

However, its movement was not a desperate escape. Now that it was under attack, the crew inside the Great Zamru endured the sudden surge in temperature and the shock caused by cavitation bubbles from molten metal, and recharged all the cannons in its body!

Yes, before they died, they chose to unleash all the cannons for another round.

The pale green MEGA particle cannon beams burst forth again like needles. The Titans fleet, which had relaxed its vigilance because it thought the enemy had been hit, was instead attacked by the dying counterattack of the Great Zamru, which took down several warships!
Fortunately, the brilliance of the MEGA particle cannon only flashed for a moment before it could no longer block the sun's heat, instantly destroying the intricate structure and crew inside the Great Zamru.

With the destruction of the Great Zamru, the entire cosmos seemed to fall silent for a moment. Further away, the solar system had also overheated and most of its mirrors were damaged, rendering it unable to fire again.

Soon, Jim II and Seke Ian were dragged out of the light stream, emerging from the edge of the Great Zamru's wreckage, and continued rushing towards the open gate.

The Royal Guard wanted to return to the inside of the gate, but when they turned around, they noticed that Titans mobile suits were approaching from the side, clearly intending to eliminate the Royal Guard.

"..."

Matthewman's face was ashen. It wasn't that he feared death; if necessary, he would have willingly self-destructed in the middle of enemy lines. It was just that in Axis, he hadn't found a reason to sacrifice himself for that purpose. Or rather, the inability to make his death a sacrifice for Harman was a significant regret for him.

"All personnel, listen to my command. Neo Zeon is at a critical juncture of life and death. If we continue fighting now, we will likely only face death. But this should not be a pointless sacrifice. Every enemy we take down, every enemy we hold back, is creating an opportunity for Prince Griemi to turn the tide!"

Lacan spoke eloquently over the channel. Not only the Royal Guard, but also the modified Warriors, Rick Dom, Gaza C, and other mobile suits in this direction gathered at the rear of the formation as he spoke, ultimately forming a fleet of nearly eighty mobile suits.

Some of them were young people inspired by the speech, truly willing to dedicate themselves to their beliefs. Others were soldiers with families in Axis, driven by a simple patriotic sentiment; after a final glance at their family photos, they followed suit and gave their all. Still others were "old-timers" who had fought countless battles for Zeon, from the time of Deikun; by now, they were less easily swayed by words, but they still held onto a certain expectation, or perhaps they were simply weary, and joined the ranks.

They were facing a fleet that retained most of its strength and whose overall performance far surpassed theirs.

The number of MS that were just facing them was already almost the same, not to mention that many MS were rushing directly towards the gate.

They could only hope that their sacrifice would buy them some time.

"Has the request for negotiations been sent out?"

Enzo asked his trusted confidant, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he remained calm and watched the Neo Zeon MS forces launching a desperate charge on the screen.

But he didn't pay much attention to him after all, instead turning his gaze to Gremi, whom he had been supporting. "Your Highness, we should consider how to ensure the survival of more people. Only by keeping people alive can the spirit of Zeon live on."

Enzo's words were very tactful.

"Do not make jokes!"

Gremy couldn't even accept such a subtle way of putting it. If he had never known his true identity and had entered military school and become a mobile suit pilot as he had initially planned, he would be in this force that practices and protects the ideals of Zeon right now.

Now that he has become Zabi, how could he possibly let down the opportunity brought about by his subordinates' final decision?

With a mixture of anger and sorrow, Gremi watched the Gaza Cs on the screen, some even with their limbs severed, pulling their thrusters to full power in an attempt to take the enemy down with them, while others were mobile suits capable of fighting, rampaging across the battlefield, praying to eliminate even more enemies.

Gremy, in the end, can no longer sit here!
"Get ready, Kumansa!"

Gremy tossed aside the shawl on his uniform, turned and left his seat, heading towards the door of the command room.

"But Kunmansa is far from being ready for combat!"

Technicians from the New Human Research Institute hurriedly tried to dissuade him, but were met with a slightly cold look from Gremy.

"As long as it can move, that's good."

With those final words, Gremi left the command center with his guard squad.

In the silence, everyone in the command room turned their gaze to Enzo. He nodded, and everything continued as normal.

Enzo, who was in charge of the overall situation, stared intently at the Titans' fleet, his eyes filled with malice.

"A young Zabi, I hope you can be satisfied with this result..."

If the Great Zamru was developed to enhance the deterrent effect on the fleet, then the so-called Quinmansa was envisioned as the pinnacle of mobile weaponry—of course, Axis was unaware of Silver Lightning's existence.

In the original work, Quinmanza was able to successfully develop the Gundam because they retrieved the Psycho Gundam MK-II and summarized and inherited its design concepts. However, they don't have that opportunity now, and their development progress is far from sufficient.

When Quinmansa appeared before Gremi, she looked utterly wretched, as if she were being hastily fitted with armor. The propeller wings on both sides were also being refueled, but the joint of her right leg was still exposed.

"The I-field is functioning correctly, and the Secomu device is successfully online. The floating cannons are fully assembled!"

Like Deltemo, this Quinmansa also has 30 floating cannons, making it a fearsome presence on the battlefield.

Unlike Deltemo, this Quinmansa does not yet have a Newtype pilot capable of fully utilizing its combat capabilities. However, since this machine is almost entirely driven by the Psycommu device, Gremi, as an OT (Operational Trainer), is practically not capable of operating it.

Even so, Gremi still instructed the maintenance personnel not to worry about trivial matters like the right leg, but to prioritize the operation of the MEGA particle cannon on the machine.

"Your Highness, if I may be so bold, I'm afraid you are not capable of operating this machine in an attack."

The project manager, wiping sweat from his brow, tried one last time to dissuade the headstrong young man. Meanwhile, Gremi, with the assistance of security personnel, was changing into his pilot suit.

Gremy didn't refute; he simply watched the person in charge quietly until the other person fell silent.

“I know, but I always have to fight. Enzo always thinks I’m too young and that I don’t understand the current situation.”

Gremi wasn't an idiot after all; having been in that position for so long, how could he not understand Enzo's thoughts?

“I must fight, I must fight resolutely, so that those guys in the Federation will believe that we have completely lost the strength and determination to resist. Only my fight can save more people of Axis.”

Gremi suddenly looked up at a figure at the end of the hangar. Her brown skin and unfocused eyes revealed her identity; she was also a clone of Lara Singh, the child who was being trained in sync with this Quinmansa. When Quinmansa was completed, she would also mature enough to pilot this weapon.

"I wish I were a NEW TYPE too."

After saying these final words, Gremi climbed the gangway in front of Quinmansa and threw himself into the cockpit. The Quinmansa's leader remained silent for a long time, ultimately unable to understand whether His Highness's last words meant he wanted to rely on the power of the Newtypes to turn the tide, or whether he felt that being a Newtype meant he didn't need to resort to such underhanded methods as cloning.

Unable to figure it out, he could only watch as Kunmansha's eyes lit up—

There was no further movement after that.

This was to be expected; no matter how determined Prince Gremi was, it was a fact that could not be reversed.

Inside the cockpit, Gremy showed little emotion, simply placing his hands on the control sticks. In that instant, his mind drifted to the history of Zeon. After much thought, the only elder he could recall who truly deserved to die a heroic death was Dozru, who, even on the execution ground, continued to proclaim Zeonism.

As Gihren's clone—yes, he knew this fact. However, he didn't believe the original was right. The Zabi family's merits and demerits need no further discussion; he only fought for them because Gremy was on Zabi's side.

The only pity is that his "sister" has been burdened with this terrible identity since birth.

Gremy took a deep breath.

"The Zabi family's obsession, the indignation of the universe's inhabitants, the rage of all warriors—I offer my body to you all!"

After a flash of starlight appeared on his forehead, the Psycommu device located behind the driver's seat began to flash. (End of Chapter)