Gundam, Gravity Elegy

Looking at the seafood, Gao Ren felt a surge of frustration, a desire to complain that he had nowhere to vent.

"Are these really things that can be bought?"

And the result is naturally certain:

"Of course, the Federation Army has always purchased parts from Zeonic, Zmmad and even MIP through various channels. Otherwise, where do you think those Zaku used for training in schools came from?"

"...But the Zaku is an older model, the Zergling is different, right?"

"Then you'll have to ask Zeon's logistics department. I don't know what big thing has happened recently, but it seems that Zeonic, Zmador, and even MIP Corporation are dumping large quantities of parts and even outer shell armor. Not only the Federation Army, but many private companies have also bought them."

"But to be honest, this kind of thing should be against the rules, right?"

"Then this has nothing to do with us. Anyway, we bought it through legitimate channels, and we can get the generals to reimburse our military expenses later."

Hearing those inexplicably powerless words, Gao Ren felt that this world was somewhat absurd.

The fact that they fought to the death on the battlefield, yet seemed to maintain various lingering connections behind the scenes, made him nauseous upon closer examination.

But on the other hand, it is precisely because of this chaos that their work has become relatively easy:

"Ah Ren, do you want to have your body checked again?"

Looking at Shirley's head peeking out of the cockpit, Gao Ren finally sighed.

"Alright then, at least let's see if this crab's shell works properly."

That's right, it's the outer shell—thanks to the fluid pulse system used by Zeon itself, its internal structure is very clearly divided into two parts, inner and outer, with a basic internal skeleton. It's basically like covering the fragile internal transmission structure with an outer shell of ultra-high tensile steel for defense and structural support, thus achieving integration.

Based on this, with only slight modifications to the external structure, it can be easily used as a 'clothes' layer for basic camouflage, and then openly infiltrated the city controlled by Zeon as a mobile suit owned by the Javi Enterprises.

To put it bluntly, this situation is somewhat similar to what happens when special agents carry out infiltration operations with weapons, except that the assistance of local giants and the condition of this 'weapon' make everything much easier.

So, there's only one thing left to do.

"buzz"

With a muffled thud, a crimson glow flashed within the Demon Crab, but the seemingly heavy cockpit located in the center of its chest remained open.

In the slightly salty sea breeze, Gao Ren simply tapped lightly on the keyboard in the cockpit; modular data appeared on the left screen:

"The back thrusters have been replaced with a thermonuclear dual-propulsion backpack that uses both water and air. Adjustable baffles have been added to the chest exhaust ports and attitude control nozzles in various parts of the body. The legs are... electric single-axis pump jet thrusters? It feels quite inconvenient."

"After all, it's not a true underwater machine; if it only relies on external devices, its maneuverability will definitely be a bit worse."

"And then there's that outer shell on top of that."

Looking up at the cockpit, where there was clearly a gap large enough for a person to fall out, Gao Ren couldn't help but purse his lips.

"Essentially, it's still using a large skeleton to support an even larger shell... Are there any data comparisons with mass-produced Devil Crabs?"

"Give."

"Okay, thanks..."

But before he could finish speaking, he saw a black ball being handed to him from outside the cockpit.

"?"

"?"

Their eyes met, and Gao Ren couldn't help but look at the woman sitting at the hatch, watching him.

"Isn't this my Hello?"

“Yes, Ms. Lutz asked me if I had a good portable computer, so I brought this out. You tell me, isn’t this a computer?”

Once these words were spoken, Gao Ren really couldn't refute them.

As an expensive 'companion' toy, Hello is indeed equipped with a variety of functions, ranging from music to basic computer functions.

At the same time, given its built-in language learning system and certain intelligence and command system, it may indeed be the most suitable option in some respects.

If I absolutely had to point out any problems...

"Hello, give me the data on the Demon Crab."

"Ah Ren, you idiot."

The monotonous sound theory is devoid of any emotion, but its mechanical texture is inexplicably irritating.

But that's all there is to it, since there are even more troublesome things to come.

He pulled two data cables from Haroli and connected them to the learning computer inside the machine. When the learning computer clearly presented the data comparison in front of him, Gao Ren felt as if the sky had fallen.

"So when it's covered by the shell, you can only move your shoulders and rely solely on the main thrusters... Okay, then it really has to be used as camouflage. But the bigger problem is the weapons; there's no way to bring in more weapons..."

"Logistics have also taken this into account, so we brought over some weapons that are still being tested at G4."

Shirley just shrugged:

"Anyway, our mission is simple. If all goes well, we can leave in a few hours. We don't need to be fully armed. Just keep it light."

"really……"

But will it really go that smoothly?

Just as a question inexplicably arose in Gao Ren's mind, the cargo ship's horn sounded.

Then, the land slowly approached.

then……

"Wait, what's going on?"

Just as the main monitor was looking straight ahead, several Zaku and mobile artillery emplacements appeared on the screen.

Under the cover of night, as the ships drew ever closer, the standard 'howitzer muzzles' seemed to gleam with a cold, icy light.

"Tsk, this situation..."

Chapter Twelve: Lieutenant, the car is ready (Sixth update)

'Boom'

The bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating several Media-class transport planes hovering high in the air.

Beneath the dark gray that reduced visibility, its cargo hold, while not possessing the complete maintenance facilities of the specially modified Passenger Bird, was still large enough to hold three mobile suits made of Luna Titanium alloy.

"Arrived at target location. Mobile suits will be launched in thirty seconds."

The radio channel echoed with the voice of a communications officer—a girl named Maureen Kitamura.

At the same time, her young yet earnest face was projected onto the communication screen:

"Please proceed in order. Ground troops are already active, so there is no need to worry about ground-based air defense threats."

"But once those Zeonians come to their senses, we're finished."

Then, those teasing words made the young communications officer's eyes widen.

A clear look of panic and anger appeared on Maureen's still freckled young face, but she couldn't utter a sound.

"Tsk, Philip, you're saying those things again. This is not the time for jokes."

“Relax, Samana. If you’re too tense, you might not be able to move your arms and legs properly when you land…right, Yu?”

But Jim, the first one on the outermost side, did not respond to this.

In the silence, the man named Kajima Isamu, who had not yet formed a bond with 'Azure', quietly adjusted the machine. Only after confirming that everything was in order did he speak:

“When it comes to missions, we still need to be more serious, Philip.”

Before he could finish speaking, the cargo door of the transport plane slowly opened.

The summer heat was intense, and although I didn't feel it at all in the cockpit, the faint, lingering heat and light of gunpowder and explosions always ignited a fire deep within my heart.

Then, they were all dragged in.

'Sizzle'

The catapult activated, and the three GMs were launched from the transport plane almost in a throwing motion.

The Earth's gravity instantly filled the entire cockpit, and when they witnessed the battle, they were irresistibly pulled towards the arena of carnage.

"Honestly, at times like this, I really envy that little guy."

Gripping the lever tightly, the restlessness surging within him made him whistle involuntarily:

"What do you think the little guy is doing now? Is it possible that he's using a large sum of money for activities behind enemy lines, traveling with luxury cars and beautiful women?"

Of course, as a teammate and a long-time acquaintance, Yu Kashima knew very well that this was not Philip's true thought, but just trash talk that would be said on the battlefield.

but……

"That's not the case. As our front lines advance, the area where he is located will only become more heavily fortified."

Gazing at the blazing flames below, Kajima Isamu still offered a rebuttal.

As the fire control system magnified the figures on the screen, Yu Kashima took a deep breath:

"So, he was just fighting on the battlefield."

'Didi Didi'

"A battlefield where MS and war are invisible."

…………

"Name?"

"Ren Rashid".

What are you here for?

"Helping Javier's businesses transport ocean cargo."

"Hey, it's you?"

Upon hearing this, the Zeon soldier stopped writing down the information.

His hand unconsciously pressed the space bar a few more times; he was simply carefully examining the boy in front of him:

"She's so young?"

"Because my parents are in Ankara discussing other business, I have to do what I can to help."

However, perhaps because that youthful face was too harmless, the soldier ultimately did not suspect anything.

After entering all the information, he stretched out his hand:

"Really? Give me your ID card."

The brand-new ID card was gently swiped across the card reader, and the machine quickly displayed a face that clearly resembled someone from East Asia.

The soldier in Zeon uniform couldn't help but scrutinize the well-dressed young man before him, drawn to his blue eyes and black hair.

"Uh……"

He seemed a little hesitant, but the boy wasn't worried.

Thanks to the Federation's cameras, which consistently tried to portray him as a young war hero, his appearance on camera was completely different from his usual bare face.

At times like these, a little bit of makeup can elicit a certain response:

"You don't look like someone from this area."

"Because my father is from the Middle East, he was able to cooperate with Javier's company. My mother is indeed Asian."

"No, then who are these two people next to you?"

"They are my older sisters."

Seeing the Zeon soldiers' strange gazes sweeping over the two women, the boy simply shielded them behind him.

"Our religious beliefs do not allow girls to show their faces in public. If possible, please refrain from staring at them..."

"No, don't you find it strange?"

Glancing at the three distinct hair colors—black, silver, and pink—appearing on the machine, and then at the completely different faces and skin, the Zeon soldier felt an itch on the back of his head, as if his brain was about to grow.

"Well, you don't look like your two older sisters at all."

"That's because our mothers were different. My father had three wives, one from the Americas, one from Asia, and one from Eastern Europe."