Gundam, Gravity Elegy

For some reason, faced with that serious tone, Char suddenly recalled the situation from back then.

Is this a sacrifice?

No, it should be said that at this point, such questions are meaningless.

For these Zeonians, who also seemed welded to the earth, all they needed was a response:

“Of course, Colonel Bida.”

Char Aznable gave a standard Zeon salute, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up beneath his mask:

"I will never let down those soldiers who sacrificed their lives."

"Very good, all for the greater good of the duchy."

Laughter came from the other end of the communication line, and Colonel Bida's face showed a satisfied expression:

"I'm sorry, Major, I'm a rough man and not good at saying anything else. Anyway... congratulations on the successful completion of this raid mission."

'Click'

This concludes the communication.

In the dim light, seemingly only illuminated by the basic glow of the communication equipment, it reflected the white mask, ultimately outlining the distinctly mocking corners of his mouth:

"Righteousness... Hmph."

Ultimately, loyal Zabi supporters like Nuin Bida have had a mindset that is quite different from that of normal people from the very beginning.

After the republic officially declared its transformation into a principality and the army embraced heroism, an inexplicable fervor swept through the entire side 3. These followers of the Zabi family naturally regarded Kirian Zabi's speeches as gospel, completely distorting their once beautiful beliefs and ideas.

That should have been the beautiful wish of a pioneer, belonging to a great revolutionary, but now it has become the 'banner' of some scoundrels who call themselves his successors!

Char Aznabul… no, it should be said that he is the son of Zeon Zum Deikun: Casval Rem Deikun is fully qualified to make such a judgment:

Anyone who would casually mention the Zabi family—or even Gillian himself—is an outlier among outliers!

"Major—"

Yes, that's probably true for most of them.

Just as the legendary red comet walked all the way to the command room, the big boy who walked towards him finally managed to curb his extreme thoughts, which had been on the verge of extremism since his mother's death.

The young soldiers, whose minds had clearly been nurtured and raised in a greenhouse, had not yet matured enough to accommodate so-called ideologies and politics.

At least for now, this young man named Frio is only thinking about one thing:

"Major, I'm sorry—"

His eyes were bloodshot, clearly still recovering from the previous battle.

"It's all my fault."

"Ok?"

"I'm the one who dragged everyone down. Not only did I misjudge and lose my melee weapon, but I also made myself the Gundam's weak point. If it weren't for me, Lemon and Miguel wouldn't have died, and Kaito wouldn't have been attacked while covering me. I..."

"enough."

Hearing the sob in the voice, Xia couldn't help but reach out and pat the other person on the shoulder:

"On the battlefield, death is a common occurrence; the only thing you can do is adapt to it..."

He paused for a moment at this point.

Ultimately, he himself isn't exactly good at offering comfort to others.

He couldn't come up with any eloquent words, nor had he put in any hard work on the literary level. In the end, Caspar was completely different from his eloquent father.

And that's precisely why...

"If you really feel guilty, then be kinder to their family members, their parents."

At least, that's something he's done before.

As Char Aznabul.

"Let's cheer up at the end. At least we've accomplished our mission objective, so this is at least a victory."

Author's message

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I got a friend to run another one with the AI, and all I can say is that I did my best.

PS2: Although it incorporates elements of GTO, it can't really be based on Yoshikazu Yasuhiko's character design, so I still plan to use the bald character design.

So at least let's not let Mamoru's parents really die. There's a storyline outline here about Mamoru, Rakugo, and Char, and the parents are a relatively important source of conflict.

Chapter 56: Someone Must Be Held Accountable

"Quickly, tally up the losses!"

"Where are the stored documents in the first and second warehouses? Bring them out now!"

July 1, UC.0079

9: 30 AM

Nearly six hours have passed since the sun rose above the horizon, and nearly 15 hours have passed since the Zeon raiding force was repelled.

However, the chaos was far from over.

"All 23 Zanis and the only standard ground-based GM at Sphinx Air Base were destroyed, and the pilots did not survive."

"What about the others?"

"As for the others, it seems only three or four Type 61 tanks have survived, and about ten self-propelled guns remain..."

That's not what I meant.

Under the boy's gaze, Shirley's expression became somewhat complicated:

"You won't get any answers by asking me these questions now; the exact number of casualties hasn't been tallied yet..."

"Excuse me, did you see that?"

Just then, a somewhat timid voice echoed back.

It was a little girl holding a helmet; her dark skin revealed her race, but more importantly…

"Isn't she underage?"

He didn't look very old, but he was wearing a standard army uniform.

"She is……"

"I guess I'm a child soldier like you, since the Earth Federation is short of people right now."

Shirley shrugged helplessly:

"After that satellite crashed down, Zeon then dumped 'junk' onto Earth for a month, causing severe losses to the military itself. Therefore, they had no choice but to relax the age restrictions and directly recruit young soldiers locally."

"……I see."

Upon closer reflection, the reasons behind this are quite understandable.

The Earth Federation is now engaged in wars on multiple fronts, naturally requiring a large number of personnel.

"You don't need to worry about their living conditions either. With General Gop on the Joint Chiefs of Staff, he can ensure that logistics are safe and sound."

"...Is that so?"

Although the seemingly kind and amiable fat general was not particularly handsome, he ultimately represented a faction within the Earth Federation Army. However, such matters had nothing to do with someone like him, a mere 'pawn' or 'small fry'.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Looking at the little girl who was probably not much older than him, Gao Ren couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps because she saw someone her own age, the girl's expression relaxed.

"I can't find my sister. Can you help me find her?"

"Okay, where is your sister?"

If you define a general area, it will be easier to find people, right?

But just as Gao Ren was thinking that, she handed him a helmet.

"Sister...her head is here, but I can't find her body."

Immediately, the smell of burnt, somewhat like cooled, charred roasted meat wafted over, along with a putrid stench.

That inexplicable biological instinct made Gao Ren feel dizzy and lightheaded the next time, but the overwhelming joy he felt was not fake.

"If we can put my sister back together, she can come back, right?"

He might not have noticed it clearly before, but now, Gao Ren suddenly realized that there was not a trace of light in the girl's eyes.

Although facing this place, my gaze seems to be looking towards a much more distant place:

Can you help me?

"..."

…………

In the end, Gao Ren was unable to help.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that there was no way to fulfill her request physically.

If I had to explain why...

"That girl's older sister is Zani's pilot."

He wasn't some seasoned ace; he was just a 'novice' who hadn't yet experienced actual combat. The large-scale production and distribution of mobile suits lacked corresponding pilots, so he was temporarily transferred here for emergency training.

Of course, if they can survive this attack and accumulate practical experience, they will inevitably undergo a completely different transformation, and may even become the first step on the road to ACE.

However, she ultimately couldn't pull through.

According to statistics, not a single person at Sphinx Base, including test pilots, instructors, and trainees, fled. They all tried their best to launch the nearest mechs to engage the enemy.

Then, everyone was killed in action, and their bodies were left in pieces.

"Those highly mobile Zaku are primarily designed for destructive operations, so they need to conserve ammunition and weapons. Therefore, they will try their best to kill with a single blow, and they will only attack one place at a time."

For mobile suits, that is the most crucial core component:

"The cockpit... huh."

"Yes, although there were also cases of direct attacks on the fusion reactor causing secondary explosions, the girl's sister seemed to be more unlucky. It is said that she was hit directly in the cockpit and cut off from the chest... You know about the weapons on Zeon's side, right? Their beam weapon development progress is a bit slower than ours."

Even now, Zeon's mobile suits still utilize thermal weapons in their melee weapon designs, and if hit by one...

"Hey, big sister, have you seen my sister's body?"

"Brother Wolf, have you found my sister's body?"

Even now, the girl's voice can still be heard inside the empty ruins of the base.

That feeling of helplessness and unease washed over him, and just one glance was enough to send Gao Ren into a state of chaos.

The fear and anxiety of losing everything and feeling utterly alone almost filled his mind, and it seemed that only the last string called 'ignorance' served as a boundary, defending the existence of reason.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to be alone; the little girl was eventually taken away by a young man with the same skin color as him.

"Reed Wolff, an MS trainee at Sphinx Base, was also a locally recruited soldier, but he was unable to participate in the war due to a shortage of mobile suits... I guess he was just lucky."

"……luck?"

"Yes, the garrison at Sphinx Base and the subsequent reorganized resistance forces suffered heavy losses. In addition, the Zeon were incredibly lucky this time. The six Zaku landed right in the armory, so the damage to various weapons, including mobile suits, was particularly severe."

But is this really the case?

As his gaze gradually shifted from Shirley's beautiful face, Gao Ren couldn't help but look around.

The vast open space was filled with ruins, which at first glance seemed to have been ravaged, but a few warehouses were intact, as if they had escaped all the disasters.

"So, what's stored in those warehouses?"

"Hurry up, disassemble the remaining usable parts and put them in these empty warehouses!"