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"Zizizi... This is the patrol team of the Earth Army's Eighth Fleet, a civilian warship. Please state your purpose." A slightly serious voice sounded in the communication.

Two Drake-class warships and one Nelson-class warship, a total of three warships belonging to the Eighth Fleet, are approaching the transport ship.

"This is Asiha Minerals Company. We're here to transport minerals," the transport ship's captain calmly explained. "Our access number is xam0080."

In the communication, the other party's voice disappeared for a while, leaving only the white noise of the communication channel, as if they were confirming the identity of the transport ship.

Even after obtaining the transport ship's identity code, the distance between the transport ship and the patrol fleet was still getting closer and closer, as if they would fire at it if they confirmed in the next second that the transport ship's identity was fake.

"... Identity confirmed, please proceed to Spaceport No. 3 in the open area." Finally, when the distance between the two sides had reached the point where the transport ship had to pass by the Nelson-class battleship, the voice of the patrol fleet soldiers sounded again in the communication, making the people on the transport ship breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second, the seemingly calm cargo ship began to move.

"Wake up cargo hold number two and deploy as planned!" The transport's captain swallowed hard, suppressing his nervousness as he watched the cargo ship about to pass the Nelson-class ship. "Wait a moment... wait a moment..."

In the No. 2 cargo hold of the transport ship, the robotic arm started to operate, moving a large container to the edge of the hold. The hatch designed to facilitate unloading was opened, ready to throw the container out at any time.

"Mr. Rhodes, we can start the countdown now." The crew member responsible for controlling the movement of the robotic arm said to Rhodes in the communication.

The Narrative Gundam was placed in this container. In the dim cockpit, Ross calmly activated the countdown and powered up the machine. The Narrative Gundam's eyes lit up, and various UI patterns began to appear in the cockpit.

Once the countdown ends and the Earth Army fleet that captured the container has not sent the predetermined signal, Ross will drive the Narrative Gundam out of the battleship.

"We've reached the designated distance!"

Finally, the cargo ship approached the Nelson class to a suitable distance, and the helmsman began to report the situation loudly.

"Deliver cargo number two!"

With the push of the robotic arm, the container where Rhodes was located was ejected.

"Go well, Mr. Rhodes!"

After saying the last sentence, the communication between the transport ship and the Narrative Gundam was cut off, and the transport ship entered a silent state.

Immediately afterwards, a slight vibration was heard, and the Nelson-class mechanical arm grabbed the cargo hold and quickly stored it in its own hangar.

"Captain! The goods have been received!" In the bridge of the Nelson-class ship, the CIC turned his head and looked at a slightly younger middle-aged man, who was the captain of this Nelson-class ship.

"The patrol fleet will continue its patrol route and send the designated signal to the communication channel provided by General Halberton." The captain carefully straightened his uniform and adjusted his hat. "Everyone should be aware of what to do and why we have gathered in the Eighth Fleet."

"Understood! The target remains unchanged, continue patrol mission!"

The captain of the cargo ship breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Nelson-class ship smoothly receive the cargo and then continue flying on its patrol route as if nothing had happened.

"Close cargo hold number two, maintain constant speed, and just pass by this patrol fleet!"

The transport ship closed its cargo hold, maintained its original speed, and headed towards the airport where the mineral order was scheduled.

Except for these four warships, no one at the scene realized that a "dangerous element" had quietly entered the lunar circle.

……

"Beep beep..." The predetermined code came from the communication of the narrator Gundam, and Ross, with his hands on the joystick, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Puff..." The hatch of the Narrative Gundam opened. After Ross closed the body, he floated out and locked the body.

Although this container looks quite large, when the Narrative Gundam and the backpack are fully stored, the remaining space seems a bit crowded.

Rhodes followed the light strip attached to the container and groped his way to a small door.

After briefly checking the auxiliary pistol he was carrying, Ross skillfully entered the password and prepared to open the door.

Although Halberton said that the soldiers who came to support him were all his own and could be trusted, Ross still felt that he had to be cautious.

After opening the code door, the expected attack did not occur, and the light from the hangar shone into the container from the small door.

Rhodes, wearing his driving suit, left the container and closed the small door.

The container was surrounded by a bunch of Mobius, almost blocking the pattern of the container. Obviously, the captain of this Nelson-class ship did not expect any accidents to happen.

At this time, two middle-aged officers were standing solemnly on a plank road in the hangar, waiting for Rhodes' arrival.

"This is the Nelson-class battleship, the Watcher, of the Eighth Fleet, under General Halbertton's command. I'm Captain Rusben." Seeing Ross approach in his pilot's uniform, the captain, named Rusben, saluted solemnly. "Thank you for your hard work on the journey to the moon."

Ross was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously imitated what Malu had taught him and saluted back. Although it was not very formal, it did convey some meaning.

"It's not hard..." As they approached the railing of the plank road, Ross stopped saluting, reached out and grabbed the railing, and skillfully rolled over, standing firmly on the plank road. "After all, you and I are both working for peace."

Ross took off his helmet and looked at the two officers before him. "Ross Links, your past identity is unimportant. Your current public identity is a personal space waste recycler."

"Mr. Ross, although we are determined to work for peace... unfortunately, I heard that the Klein faction within Plant, who are also working for peace, is not doing well." Although somewhat surprised by Ross's youth, Rusben continued to recount the recent situation. When mentioning Plant's situation, Rusben couldn't help but sigh. "And it's not easy for us to catch the tail of the blue cosmos."

"It seems the group we're targeting isn't even from the same faction as the Blue Cosmos in the Atlantic Federation." Another middle-aged officer sighed. "My name is Os, and I'm the deputy captain of the Watch, the 8th Fleet under Halbertton."

"No matter what..." Ross shook his head and expressed his opinion, "If we allow the Blue Cosmos to continue its construction operations on the moon, it's highly likely nothing good will come of it."

"Whether it's the wetware manufacturing plant or the current augmented human agency... we must thoroughly investigate..." Rusben's expression darkened as he recalled the intelligence he'd received from Halberton. "But the problem right now is that General Halberton is quite well-known among the officers on the Moon, and our Eighth Fleet currently doesn't use wetware or augmented humans, so a lot of people are keeping an eye on us."

You know, after learning the truth about those so-called "intelligent components", the entire Eighth Fleet felt unprecedented anger towards Blue Cosmos. Such anti-human behavior was unacceptable to them.

Moreover, Cosmos seems to be pushing for "enhanced humans" recently. This continued attempt to add fuel to the flames of war has angered everyone in the Eighth Fleet, and they're eager to eradicate Cosmos immediately. After all, no one wants the solar system to become a wasteland.

"We approached the Blue Cosmos several times, but they escaped due to interference from officers from other fleets."

At this point, both Rusben and Oss felt somewhat helpless. The "pure bloods" of the Eighth Fleet were well-known in the lunar base, which brought a lot of obstacles to their investigation of the blue cosmos.

"Please come to the bridge and discuss the details with General Halberton."

……

"Anyway... Captain Amuro Ray, welcome to the moon." At the border of the lunar colony, an Earth soldier took a quick look at the ID in Ross's hand and let Ross, who was wearing an Earth Army uniform, in.

This certificate had actually just arrived in Ross's hands less than half an hour ago. After arriving at the Eighth Fleet's base on the Nelson-class "Watchman", the container loaded with the Narrative Gundam was personally placed in a safe warehouse by Halberton. Even the "Watchman", which was originally a patrol fleet, and two Drake-class ships were also guarding the warehouse as Ross's support fleet.

As for the certificate named "Amuro Ray", even if the Earth Army investigates, they can only conclude that "this certificate is real."

Although there is no such person as Amuro Ray in the Earth Army.

"Zizizi... Mr. Ross, according to our intelligence, the Blue Cosmos's secondary leader in this region is frequenting the bars in the colony." Os's voice came from Ross's wireless headset. "If you can get his list, we can insert you there."

The lunar colony is a project that the Earth Federation has been developing. Although the development of the lunar colony has been delayed due to the war with ZAFT, its existing facilities can continue to maintain the operation of the lunar colony.

Today, in the lunar colony, the largest number of people are civil engineers, followed by officers and soldiers from the nearby Earth Army Space Fleet base.

Ross blended into the crowd, passing by Earth soldiers and civilians, and headed towards the bar where the target of this trip often stayed.

……

At this time, in a satellite of the plant.

"Ms. Lacus..." A young man in a windbreaker entered a residential house.

At this moment in the room, several people in formal attire were constantly adjusting something in front of several devices. The floor was covered with messy cables, as if one would trip over them if not paying attention.

Amidst the messy cables and machines, Lux, still in her dress, walked through the messy cables on the ground like a nimble dancer and came to the young man in the windbreaker.

"Good job, Dagoth. How are things on the streets?"

"The situation is not optimistic... Although some of our people relied on Estonia Juul's speech and used the tactic of 'defection' to hide, the citizens felt a little confused about the reason for the speech, and the overall trend is still leaning towards the pro-war Saraya faction." Dagos, who has left the North African war zone, has skin that is still a little tanned, but the overall texture is no longer as dry as when he was in North Africa.

As Dagoth continued to speak, Lux couldn't help but feel a little worried about the content.

"MS development has accelerated. Four Gundams have already rolled off the production line. Apparently, they're using a new generation of battery packs, fearing the nuclear power units will be stolen."

"Project Genesis is progressing rapidly under the promotion of Councillor Durandal."

Thinking of the last piece of information, Dagos couldn't help swallowing.

"Aslan seems to have returned to the plant, but he didn't bring back 'justice'. He was just shot by Speaker Sara and is being escorted."

"Is that so..." Lux showed a distressed expression and kept thinking about a solution.

"Can you go and rescue Aslan, Dagoth?"

"That's absolutely fine, but... I think it's time to act now." Dagos nodded. "As the Sara faction continues to pursue us, our room for action will be compressed to the extreme."

"...I understand." After hearing Dagoth's intelligence and analysis, Lux looked around at her supporters who were working tirelessly. "Let's go, everyone."

"There's nothing we can do here now. We have to leave so we can have enough opportunities to act."

……

In the dimly lit bridge, a scarred man wearing a dark windbreaker hung up the phone.

"It seems that our princess is finally ready." Andrew, who was blind in one eye and lost his left hand, laughed while sitting in the deputy captain's seat.

"After all, according to her personality, she will definitely not give up the operation on the mainland unless there is no room for action." A female voice sounded from the helmsman's position.

At this time, Aisha, who had lost both legs, was sitting at the helm, smiling and looking at Andrew.

"After all, Speaker Sarah's recent crackdown on the Klein faction has been increasing in intensity." Andrew shrugged. "If we don't run, Lux might be fine, but we're probably going to be shot."

Andrew smiled, glanced at the pocket watch beside him, and casually picked up the communicator used for shipboard broadcasts.

"The Eternal will immediately make final preparations."

This order was repeatedly repeated on the battleship, causing many people to look up in confusion.

But the next second, the comrades who had been with them day and night raised their guns at the confused soldiers and pointed them in front of them.

The black muzzle of the gun made these confused soldiers subconsciously raise their hands.

----split line----

PS: Today's update

This month I have completed 120,000 words, which is just enough for full attendance.

Great!

Volume 81: Chapter Mission Impossible - Starring: Amuro Ray (crossed out)

Perhaps compared to cities on Earth or other colonized satellites, this lunar colony is not prosperous.

However, as the main base of the Earth Army's space fleet, most of the crew members will take advantage of their vacation to rest in the colony.

The most obvious example of such targeted customers is that Rhodes saw four bars with different characteristics on the street in front of him.

"Shocking, isn't it?" Oss's voice came from the headset. He seemed to feel Ross's shock and couldn't hold it in. "After all, the main service objects of the lunar colony are still the people of the lunar base, so this situation occurs."

"Besides, this is already a relatively quiet street. If you walk two more streets, you'll see..."

"Okay, stop talking." Ross interrupted Oss and looked around for a moment, then saw a relatively quiet bar. "Are you sure the target is there?"

"Yes, he's in charge of arranging the work list and drinks here every day... I've already seen him on the surveillance." Oss read the information on the intelligence and sighed. "To be honest, although the environment there is nice, the prices are quite expensive."

"However, he also took a lot of bribes. Don't underestimate what Blue Cosmos is building. The wages they offer are quite high. A lot of workers would rather take a 10% or 20% cut to get in. However, most of the workers are just doing peripheral work."

Several gazes filled with scrutiny were directed at Ross, causing Ross's brain to continuously sound the alarm.

Rhodes found a chair outside a coffee shop on the street and sat down. He took out his communicator and started tapping away, taking selfies from time to time with an excited expression as he edited the photos he had just taken.

This behavior is just like a college student who has just entered a new place and is curious about everything.

This is also the "personality" that Rhodes needs to show now, at least the "personality" of Rhodes in this colony.

After all, the people on the street all had clear goals. Rhodes, who had just stood there in a daze, was indeed as "different" as the Eighth Fleet today.

But after seeing Rhodes's performance today, combined with his appearance and age, those stares disappeared.

He has the rank of captain, looks young, and is still editing pictures... He must be a new recruit from some fleet, and he is a little excited about coming to the space colony for the first time.

At least to these people and under the camera, this is how Rhodes appears.

"What a wonderful performance... How did you achieve this 'clear stupidity' effect?" Oss, who was watching the scene through the surveillance camera, couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Rhodes get rid of Blue Cosmos's sight after a few movements and expressions.

"Because I'm young." Rhodes didn't speak into the wireless headset, but instead typed a message on the communicator to Oss. "For a young pilot visiting the colony for the first time, the most suitable mindset to embody is that of a 'college student.'"

"I see, I got it..." Oss's applause echoed through the headset. "But please note, the target has already left the bar. As expected, he failed to approach me and has a lot to drink... Follow him, Mr. Ross."

Rhodes casually swiped a few times on the communicator, called up the navigation of the lunar colony, took a look, and stood up and left his seat.

In just the next second, Rhodes blended into the crowd on the street, occasionally taking out his communicator to check the navigation.

However, the distance between Rhodes and the target was rapidly closing.

……

"Tsk... failed again..." The target mentioned by Os, a middle-aged man, had a red face and was wearing a seemingly decent suit, walking crookedly on the street.

Almost no one could have imagined that this seemingly unlucky office worker was actually a Cosmos, and was even in charge of the list of workers for Cosmos' lunar project.