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Although this body should not be able to sweat, he still made this action subconsciously.

"It's not that I don't trust you, Big Sister...but not everyone is like Brother Ross..."

"Hand-twisting the mecha like he does?" Big Blue Hallo turned, his emerald green eyes fixed on Marvin. "Even though I can't do it by hand, I can achieve a similar effect with those machine tools. Besides, Ross has already developed the pre-requisite technology for the mecha, so strengthening it will be a piece of cake."

"It's a pity that this world doesn't have Minovsky particles, otherwise this machine would be perfect."

Watching the rocket being assembled, Big Blue Harry waved the wings above his head.

"The rocket is assembled! Everyone, get to a safe location! Stop broadcasting your virtual idols!"

As the various values of the rocket were checked on the panel, Big Blue Harry began to connect to the operating system.

"It's just a disposable rocket anyway. Just make sure it reaches its destination safely."

Query the coordinates from the world line, complete the coordinate setting, and ignite the rocket.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the rocket was launched from the "shipyard" and flew towards the earth.

"Mission accomplished, everyone, please continue working." Big Blue Hallo floated back to his specially made recliner, adjusted himself to the most comfortable position, and began to look at the factory that was operating again.

Occasionally, Daha Luo would receive complaints about crazy overtime from colleagues who had not yet been assigned executors.

But after lying down in the "shipyard" for a while, Da Harrow felt that his dark circles had faded a lot.

No wonder those colleagues who found the executor got rid of their dark circles so quickly.

……

"Our route has deviated significantly..." On the bridge, Mu, Bakilulu, and Maru were all staring at the electronic map, falling silent. "We've landed in the center of the ZAFT-controlled area."

Although Ross had tried his best to push the Strike Gundam towards the Archangel and tried to change the deviation of the landing route, the final result was still landing in the desert of Africa.

"We have to cross the entire ZAFT-controlled area to enter the Atlantic Ocean." Mu waved his hand. "Of course, the world is round. We can also go east, through Arabia and India, and enter the Pacific Ocean."

"One side is the fastest route, and the other side is the safer route?" Faced with the current situation, Baki Lulu was a little undecided.

"How are Kira and Ross doing?" Malu asked, looking towards Mu.

"Kira is still running a fever. Maybe he got heatstroke when the Strike Gundam landed on Earth?" Mu was not very clear about Kira's condition. He only knew that the ship's doctor said Kira just needed to rest for a while.

"As for Ross... after a brief coma, he's awake and is currently dismantling his cockpit in the hangar." Mu couldn't help but sigh at this. "What a wonderful machine... just gone like that."

"But no matter what, it's best if everyone's alright." Hearing that both were alright, Malu breathed a sigh of relief. "We're already quite far from our landing point, and we doubt ZAFT will find us quickly. We'll first check the warship's supplies and make some repairs tonight."

"Natal, I'll leave the first half of the night on guard to you. I'll take over the second half."

"Okay, I understand." Baki Lulu looked at the topographic map and nodded.

"Ah... well, Captain Malu, you should go talk to Ross first and see if there's any way." Mu stretched, looking tired. "I'll go check on the kid."

It seems that in their eyes, Rhodes has become synonymous with "Doraemon".

"We can't always rely on Ross, Mu. We need to have our own ideas and judgments." Malu glanced at Mu and sighed. "Besides, Ross is always active in space, so there's probably only so much he can do on Earth."

"Haha, that's right." Mu scratched his head. "Maybe I've really been a bit path-dependent lately."

……

When Mariu arrived at the hangar, Ross was standing in front of the burnt-covered cockpit, talking to someone on a communication device.

"...Rocket Express? I might not even be here tomorrow. How are you going to deliver the new Jegan?"

"What? Not Jegan? What kind of machine did you get me? I don't have time to learn it from scratch now... What do you mean by operating the same as Jegan?"

When Ross received the call from Big Harrow, he was already a little numb.

I was just worrying about the loss of the machine and now I don't have enough materials. I was thinking about whether I should revive my traditional skills and go to the scrap recycling plant to pick up garbage to make a Type A Jegan by hand, when Da Hello called.

"Okay... I understand." Ross saw Mariu, who had already arrived at the hangar and was walking towards him. "If there's nothing else... let's talk about it next time."

After hanging up the phone, Rhodes quickly opened the map and began searching for nearby scrap recycling plants.

"Tsk... I just hung up one, and another one comes." Christina, who was standing by, was already a little unhappy when she heard Dahlo's voice. After seeing Malu coming over, she glanced at Ross with some resentment.

"Ah? What are you talking about?" Rhodes, who had just picked up the wrench again, was stunned for a moment when he heard Christina's words.

"Nothing, what should we do with the cockpit?" Christina changed the subject.

"Oh, the cockpit." Ross looked at the four palm-sized gray metal protrusions on the cockpit, feeling like his head was about to explode. "First, dismantle the prototype psychoframe, then copy the data from the prototype NTD system. Then, format the entire cockpit."

As he spoke, Rhodes pried open a panel in the cockpit, twisted a few screws, and removed a gray metal protrusion.

"Christina, keep these psychic skeletons." Rhodes looked at the prototype psychic skeleton in his hand with a complicated expression.

The scene of Jie Gang ejecting the cockpit was still vivid in Ross's mind, causing him to tighten his grip on this small piece of mental skeleton.

When Malu came over, Ross was already dismantling the third piece of the mental skeleton.

"Rods, I'm so glad you're okay." After observing Ross for a while and finding that Ross was still as energetic as before, Mariu spoke.

"Alright, I know what you're asking. To be honest, I don't have any connections." Ross waved at Maru without turning back, removing another piece of the Psychic Skeleton and placing it in a nearby suitcase. "After blowing up the lab, I fled directly from Orb to space. I might not know as much as you do now."

"Is that so...?" For some reason, after hearing Ross's words, Mariu felt relieved.

Perhaps it was their experiences in the universe that had deified Ross? Now, hearing that Ross was powerless in some ways, it made their image of him feel more real.

"Rods doesn't have a mobile suit yet, can you pilot the Sky-King?" At this moment, Mariu saw the two Sky-Kings parked in the Gnakuli and thought of something.

"I haven't been trained in flying a fighter jet, so I can't fly that thing." Rhodes shook his head, removed the last piece of the mental skeleton, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

Ross looked at the psychic skeleton in his hand and was silent for a while before putting it into the suitcase and locking it.

"If it's a mobile suit, maybe tomorrow? Or maybe I'll look for a scrapyard after we get to town."

Maru was stunned by Ross's words.

"As for MS, does it have anything to do with tomorrow or the scrapyard?"

"Of course, one is a relatively complete machine, and the other is something for emergency use." Ross said, patting the green-skinned beam rifle magazine charger beside him.

"I see. I understand." Although he had no idea what Ross meant by that, seeing the rough-looking machine next to him and Ross's words "rubbing by hand," Mariu seemed to have come up with a crazy answer.

"...I knew at once that you didn't understand what I meant." Ross looked at Mariu's expression, which was a little confused but seemed to understand something, and he felt a little uneasy.

After all, no matter how talented Maru is, he is still just a human. How can humans understand the thoughts of a New Type green-skinned person?

----split line----

PS: September 9th Day, the day to remember the battle brothers, is coming soon, but I don’t have the money to buy it now!

No, I want to play with chainsword and bolter too!

Volume 28: Chapter is actually Gundam (crossed out)?!

"Anyway, if the machine hasn't arrived by the time you set sail, I'll disembark here." Ross stood up in the hangar. "I'll come find you after I receive the machine."

"So, you're planning to use this thing as a means of transportation?" Malu was a little dazed as he looked at the machine in front of him that was made by Rhodes' hands.

It was a unicycle, the kind you'd usually see in games or movies. Rhodes dismantled the remaining cockpit and, with a wrench, used the remaining materials to create this thing.

After the seat used the disassembled linear cockpit, the overall appearance was quite similar to a device called a "D-wheel". Rhodes also specially made several grooves of unknown meaning on the armrest on one side.

It’s just that this thing can’t project duel monsters for high-speed duels.

"Yeah, isn't it a wasteland-junkie style enough?" Ross scratched his head, his other hand waving a can of spray paint used to give the aircraft a desert paint job. "I see, it must look too new. Just wait for me to give it some aging."

After saying that, Ross stretched out the hand that had just been scratching his head and gave Mariu a thumbs-up.

"Don't worry, it's safe."

"Okay..." Malu covered his head, trying to ease the shock he had just received.

As a professionally trained technical sergeant, Malu was stunned by the sight of Ross rubbing the motorcycle with his green hands, but upon closer inspection, the entire machine was operational, and it had everything a motorcycle should have.

As for why Christina wasn't here, she was staying in the dormitory under Ross's instructions, closely guarding the prototype psychoframe and the prototype NTD system.

When Christina left, for some reason, Rhodes felt that her eyes were a little resentful.

"But before we set sail, Ross, could you help out on the bridge?" Mariu pondered for a moment before expressing his thoughts. "Since you don't have a mobile suit and haven't received any fighter pilot training, why not serve as a fire controller for a while?"

"Hey! You've found the right person." Ross put on a gas mask and tossed one to Maru. "I'm the man with the title 'The Best Bazooka User of All Time'."

"Once I finish spraying this 'D Wheel', I'll show you my shooting skills!" Rhodes said, and pressed the button of the spray can towards the single-wheeled motorcycle named "D Wheel".

Perhaps it was the ambiguous atmosphere and distance between them? Mariu seemed to be thinking something else, blushing slightly, but her gas mask concealed it.

Ross was concentrating on spraying his own work and didn't notice anything unusual about Mariu's expression.

……

"Is that the Earth Army's new battleship, the Archangel?" On a sand dune a long distance away from the Archangel, a middle-aged man in a windbreaker was holding a cup of coffee and saw the docked Archangel through a telescope.

"Still sleeping in our occupied area? Are they so relaxed?" The young man at the side spoke up, seeming a little confused.

"They're probably gathering their strength. After all, they just landed on Earth, and they still need to adjust their various mobile suit settings." The uncle lowered the telescope. "Cruzet told us there were two mobile suits up there, and one, piloted by an ace, was destroyed, but they didn't say if the ace was dead or not."

"If that ace hadn't died, even if he was just operating the Archangel's turret, he could have put a lot of pressure on us."

After saying that, the man in the windbreaker took a sip of coffee, then looked at the coffee cup in his hand with a surprised expression.

"Wow, this coffee tastes good."

After saying this, he slid down the hill in a dashing manner, leaving his adjutant following behind him in a slightly embarrassed manner.

"It's time to go to war. I hope I'll have fewer casualty reports to write later."

……

Universe, edge of the atmosphere.

A rocket that came from nowhere began to disintegrate after it hit the atmosphere.

Two compartments containing some kind of cargo were constantly fine-tuned and rapidly descended in a certain direction, leaving the other compartments to be melted.

In one of the compartments, the dark blue body fixed inside was started up, and the unmanned cockpit began to display the data of the body's routine self-inspection.

Accompanied by flames rubbing against the atmosphere and constant vibrations.

In the additional fixed position of the driver's seat, a blue Hello lit up with green eyes.

The machine picked up the weapon at hand, and the head monitor lit up red.

……

"What bad luck! What bad luck!" Ross ran into the bridge and nodded to the anxious Mariu.

"Rods, please follow the command of Major Natal for the time being." Malu saw Ross coming to the bridge and turned to look at the battle situation in front of him.

"Give me control of a turret, any one will do." Rhodes quickly sat down in a vacant seat, casually took out the instruction manual tucked next to him and started flipping through it.

Maybe it's because these guys are all talented crew members? This instruction manual is so old it looks like it was brand new.

Rhodes quickly read through the catalog of more than ten or twenty pages, opened the area he wanted to find, and began to read it at a glance.

"Turn, charge, switch modes, fire... I already understand everything." Rhodes held the two joysticks and began to look at the panel on the console.

"Rods, the control of a Goldfeldt has been transferred to you." Baki Lulu was directing the other fire controllers to fight, and the anti-aircraft guns and missiles never stopped.

"Ten Bakus...that's a lot." Rhodes pressed a few buttons, switching the salvo to continuous fire and activating the scatter mode.

"The Strike Gundam attacks!"

As the communicator Miria spoke, Kira flew out of the catapult deck in the Strike Gundam and set foot on the earth for the first time in a MS.

But then, the gravity from the earth taught him a lesson, and the Strike Gundam's ankles were stuck in the sand.

Rhodes randomly found a target and, using a lower-energy mode, fired three shots at a Baku.

After dodging the first shell, a Baku had barely adjusted its stance when a second scattering shell arrived. The Baku could only evade the attack by firing a short distance in the direction of the nozzle.

When Baku dodged for the third time, he was hit by the scattered beam cannon.

"Boom..."

Listening to the explosions coming from Baku, the uncle in the windbreaker who was drinking coffee felt helpless.

"Well, I don't know if the pilot survived, but they had a pretty good gunner."

"Wait...something is falling from the sky?"

Just as the man in the windbreaker was thinking about the data collected during the battle, his adjutant seemed to see something and raised his head.

"What?" The man in the windbreaker quickly raised his telescope and looked at the two rocket cargo holds falling from the sky.

On the Archangel, Mariu and others also discovered the falling rocket cargo hold.