Gundam, Gravity Elegy

"This is 'Elegy.' Proceed to the command and control room. All combat personnel, please approach slowly and clear out the surrounding enemies."

"Roger that!"

After confirming the response, Gao Ren checked the fuel level of the jetpack and then continued forward.

Just as he turned the corner and headed deeper into the area, an eye that could be described as 'beautiful' opened—it was a woman's eye.

Kara Mitchum, still reeling from the blast, was overwhelmed by excruciating pain.

“That child… he could kill people without any scruples.”

She didn't mishear.

Although the helmet distorted the sound to some extent, she could tell that the voice was exactly what a boy going through puberty would have.

Naïve and cold, young yet resolute.

"how so……"

She wanted to think, to activate her brain, but found that her sluggish consciousness was as unshakeable as a boulder:

So, who is still alive?

From among the horde of people who had also been blown up, a figure covered in smoke and blood slowly rose to the surface. Although his arm was nowhere to be seen, but...

"I...I'm still alive."

"Hoover!!"

A single rocket launcher was not enough to kill all those people, but Gao Ren couldn't care less at that moment.

Whether the soldiers were trying to break through to somewhere or trying to ambush him, he didn't want to think about those things.

Now, all he wants is to get to that place!

"Boom!"

Another rocket was fired.

After blasting a path open, he casually tossed aside his exhausted personal weapon, glanced at the map displayed on the terminal on his arm, and finally arrived at a large door.

'Click'

Rotate to release the safety device, pull down with your thumb, and just like you've practiced countless times, the grenade is thrown directly.

'boom'

The high explosives were detonated instantly, and the scorching heat melted the alloy door.

Following the huge opening, Gao Ren slowly walked in.

'Click'

He drew his last pistol and looked toward the two figures standing in the light source in the depths.

"it's over--?!"

That's what he originally wanted to say, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the two figures, one large and one small, were actually imprisoned and suspended in mid-air.

Its eyes were lifeless, like a human specimen, and its head, like those of children imprisoned in cockpits, seemed to be constantly reflecting something on the capsule device.

"Hello, big brother!"

"Elisa, don't be so rude."

In a daze, he seemed to see a mother and daughter standing in front of him, but the cold reality ultimately made him turn his gaze to the person who was actually present:

"Staring at other people's wives and daughters as soon as he walks in, even if he's a teenage boy, is just too impolite."

As the gun barrel moved, the man in the shadows was finally exposed to Gao Ren's view.

He sat quietly in the main seat of the command room, with the large screen behind him constantly displaying various situations inside the base.

Of the nearly one hundred surveillance footage, a significant portion was malfunctioning due to damage or signal obstruction; the remaining footage even showed scenes of federal troops fighting in various locations.

Jim, Zani, Guncannon—in fact, aside from the Lion King squad's special operations team, there are still a large number of mobile suit units active in this area, which means one thing:

"victory--"

In the dim light, Gao Ren saw the man raise his wine glass:

"That's probably what your Earth Federation thinks, then why don't we have a drink?"

Within the crystal-clear glass, the wine appeared dark and murky, like a fountain of blood, and the one who drank it was undoubtedly a bloodthirsty monster!

"Kanova Zunki—I got this name from the internal data of those machines. It must refer to you, right?"

"That's right. After all, no one is willing to take charge of this base right now, so I'm the only one who can do this dirty and tiring work."

"Dirty work..."

Upon catching that key word, Gao Ren frowned.

Normally, the command of a base should never have fallen into such a predicament.

unless……

"Hmm, don't you notice something's not quite right?"

Perhaps sensing something from the faint light on the monitor screen, Zongkexi chuckled softly:

"Don't you think you've had it too easy all along?"

A dim shadow lingered, and although the remaining light could outline a silhouette, Gao Ren preferred to believe that what sat there was merely something that looked like a human, rather than a human.

"Don't you think this base is missing a lot of things?"

Staring at the public screen, Gao Ren saw a Zaku directly knock the lightsaber out of Guncannon's hand with an axe.

The red Zaku—the crimson comet!

And it was only a red comet!

Where are your special response units?

…………

"drop"

"drop"

"drop"

"Zanzibar, arrived at the designated location. First Operations Team, prepare for attack."

Upon hearing this, the young pilot, who had been taking a nap in the cockpit, finally opened his eyes.

On the screen, the crazed face seemed unchanged:

"Lieutenant Frio, this is the simplest mission you've been assigned. Don't embarrass your Space Attack Force."

Upon hearing this, Frio couldn't help but grip the control stick tightly:

"Of course not..."

"Then let's set off."

With that sound, the hatch slowly opened.

For some reason, the pilot looked at the fairly clear image of the bridge in the communication, while the captain, who was already in his forties, was resting with his eyes closed.

His expression suggested he was worried about something.

plan?

strategy?

Or...

"be safe--"

"Yes, Father... no, Captain!"

Then, Frio laughed:

"Zaku—Attack!"

From the bottom of the motor cruiser, the Zaku, without a parachute, swooped down:

"Prepare to engage the Federation vanguard!"

Chapter 86: Frontline Attack

July 18, UC.0079

5: 20 PM

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and there is not a cloud in the sky.

Under the clear night sky, pale rays of light surged across the earth, illuminating a cold torrent of steel.

Leaving aside missile launchers, light armored vehicles, and the classic Type 61 tank, even the Median transport aircraft followed at low altitude with its latest engine.

In the very center, a land-based warship, guarded by several mobile suits, was radiating a terrifyingly menacing light.

Such a force is clearly the main force of a battlefield.

This unit belongs to the African front, and they are now rushing to the front lines in accordance with the originally agreed joint operation plan.

Along the way, this main force naturally captured cities and strongholds. With the high-speed support of the Media transport planes, the Zeon strongholds along the way could not pose any obstacle at all, and the Zeon guerrilla forces were completely crushed by the torrent of tanks like speed bumps.

"We will reach Turkey in 6 hours."

Basque Om, who also held real power as a commander, said the following:

"At that time, your contribution to the success of the campaign in the Turkish region will be significant, and you will have more confidence in requesting supplies from Gabro."

Theoretically speaking, for the highest-ranking official in charge of a region, there is nothing more gratifying than this.

However, the Basques did not receive any response.

"drop"

"drop"

"drop"

Inside the bridge of the land-based warship, the Heavy Fork-class Fez, only the sounds of the most basic instruments and sensors echoed.

The unusual silence and stillness made Basque look up, finally fixing his gaze on the main seat inside the bridge.

The seat that should have belonged to the captain was now occupied by a somewhat aged and sinister-looking old man—Djamitov Hyman.

Seemingly sensing his subordinates' gaze, he lightly tapped his knee with his white-gloved fingers.

After a while, the eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened:

"The scheduled contact time has arrived. What's the current situation with the vanguard?"

The sound wasn't loud, but the overwhelming pressure still made the atmosphere seem even colder.

"We haven't received a response yet. Theoretically, they should still be fighting somewhere..."

“Is that so? But I remember I have already given Jamekhan enough fighting power.”

Jamitov said calmly:

"Not to mention two whole battalions of Type 61 tanks and close-in weapon systems, I even gave him my precious GM tanks. Ordinary Zeon troops can't pose any threat to him at all. Moreover, according to intelligence, the Turkish garrison has already engaged in combat with Xichang's troops."

"So, what you mean is..."

Djamitov did not respond directly to this.

Or rather, he was actually waiting, in the end...

"There's a frontline communication; it's Major Jamekham!"

The communicator's voice broke the silence.

But before any human voices could be heard from the other end, the first sound was the roar of artillery fire:

“We…were…suffered…by Zaku.”

Amidst the cacophony, everything was utterly blurry.

Within the bridge of that heavy-forked ship, only one voice stood out clearly: