Gundam, Gravity Elegy

"No response? That's truly regrettable. I hope your 'leader' will mourn for you!"

'Boom'

Facing the towering Flame God, the tiger pounced forward.

The roar of the thrusters echoed, and the thermal saber was heated to its extreme at this moment.

Once, the machine named 'Tiger (YMS-07)' defeated its competitor 'Ifrit (YMS-08)' head-on, but that was definitely not because of its performance!

Not to mention...

"The one I'm using now is a product that combines the ideas of both sides, although it's essentially a Gimbal."

Perhaps because the distance had closed, Claudio could faintly hear a sigh coming from the communication.

But before he could understand, he discovered that the enemy's armored arm had already blocked his attack.

'boom'

'Zzzzzzz'

The heated saber finally made contact with the opponent's arm, but got stuck between the barbs of the arm guard.

In the midst of the commotion, he heard a voice:

"I said my mech is made of Luna Titanium Alloy, are you deaf?!"

'boom'

With a thrust of its back, the Flame God charged forward and knocked the tiger over.

"Tsk, in that case..."

The moment he was thrown over, Claudio almost instinctively lashed out with the tiger's signature electric whip.

But in the next moment, he saw that his 'enemy' had gripped a handle-like object.

what is that?

Could it be the Federation's standard-issue beam saber?

Just as he was thinking this, he noticed that the grappling hook above him had already shot out and wrapped around his body even faster than a tiger's electric whip:

"Sorry, I have no rivals in light apparatus gymnastics."

gymnastics?

what is that?

But now, without even time to express his doubts, Claudio's inner alarm bells were already ringing.

After a system crash that resembled a flurry of snowflakes, intense pain shot through his body:

"Electric shock weapon—Aaaaaah!!!"

Author's message

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The rest can wait until the afternoon or evening; at least one can be killed today.

Chapter 31: EXAM Activation (Third Update)

Mobile Suit – a new type of weapon that has only been on the main stage for a few months, everyone, including Zeon as the 'pioneer', is exploring the feasibility of this weapon's combat methods.

And the most crucial aspect of this is the weapon development it drives.

Guns, cannons, and swords—weapons that the human body can directly use and whose practicality has been proven throughout history—need no further explanation. When combined with the structure of mobile suits, they also have deadly moves that return to the mechanical essence and target electronic components.

Then, a standard weapon called the electric whip was born, made from a high-molecular polymer with extremely high electrical, thermal, and heat resistance properties.

It can cut through armor like conventional thermal weapons, conduct electricity, and damage enemy electronic equipment, causing it to malfunction.

However, this seemingly wonderful idea failed to be well verified.

According to the experimental analysis by the Federal Logistics Team, the actual combat efficiency of the electric heat whip did not meet the official data given by the Geonick Corporation. Its cutting efficiency was far lower than that of the earlier heat axe, and its electronic destruction function was also unsatisfactory.

That's why we have this thing that we have today:

"sea snake."

Of course, this is the name given by the federal developers.

Based on the captured electric whip, the thermal conductivity was completely abandoned and the focus was on electronic destruction. This enhanced current design not only made the original 'whip' easier to carry and maintain, but also made the destructive effect of the output current several times stronger.

This is absolutely devastating for Zeon-type mobile suits that employ fluid pulses and have pipes running throughout their bodies.

If there are any problems, the prototype sea serpent is not only fragile, but also lacks power, which is not in line with the Antarctic Treaty.

'Zzzzzzzzzzz'

The rising smoke appeared above the machine, and after a burst of powerful electric current, the corpse tiger bound by the sea serpent weapon finally lost its strength.

'patta'

When the prototype sea serpent weapon collapsed under the strain, the tiger's single, scarlet eye finally dimmed, and then...

'boom'

The steel shell knelt on the ground like a human, showcasing the superior mobility of the fluid pulse in a way that the designer would never have wanted to see.

Theoretically speaking, after being struck by that high-voltage current with no upper limit, not only would all the equipment be destroyed, but the pilots inside the cockpit would not survive.

If that driver really was a normal human being...

…………

"But we are monsters."

Meeting her younger sister's equally calm gaze, Claudia spoke softly.

"For those of us who crawled out of that place, the word 'normal' is a luxury."

At this moment, she really wanted to show some emotion, or even just see something on her sister's face.

But the reality is, unfortunately, that's all I can say.

"Our brains and bodies have lost some basic functions in numerous experiments, including the ability to express emotions and a lack of sensitivity to the outside world. More importantly..."

The girl paused, as if searching for something in her heart, but in the emptiness and void, all that remained was an indescribable sigh:

"More importantly, no matter what kind of attack we suffer, as long as we are not killed immediately, we can continue to operate."

…………

"Gu..."

Inside the pitch-black cockpit, the pilot's body trembled instinctively; the tremor deep within his brain made him open his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single scream.

"what--"

The carefully crafted image of the 'blonde pretty boy' required by the patron has vanished. Even though the mechanical structure of the electric whip and tiger has been designed with some current protection, the high voltage current that directly hit the cockpit still caused him severe burns.

From within the corpse-like shell, a stench and putrid heat emanated, like that of burnt food.

In the center of that skull, which can only be described as a 'shell', the eye that a few lucky ones managed to survive was filled with clotted blood.

But he is still alive.

Claudio—like a true 'ghoul'—even after suffering such a severe injury, the instinctive tremor deep within his brain made him open his mouth, but he couldn't utter a sound. Now, he could only desperately exhale the scalding air from his chest and abdomen.

Then, his hands, which were also charred and almost stuck to the control lever, slowly pushed the inexplicably heavy pusher.

With many components burned out and the operating system already collapsed, the machine was completely unable to move at all, but Claudio was oblivious to this.

At this moment, in his still-boiling mind, only one thought echoed:

"They actually managed to push me to this point..."

Then, a patch of darkness bloomed in the depths.

"This can't be happening! This can't be happening! We clearly survived that hellish enhancement experiment!!"

Heavy breaths overflowed from the 'gap' that could still be called a mouth, and a thick, dark emotion spread from those bloodshot eyes:

"We are our brother's... our Lady Kycilia's weapons. We should be her most trusted warriors, so!!!"

So, do you want power?

Suddenly, words that looked like they were smeared with blood appeared before my eyes.

Finally, it flows into the depths of the brain.

[Start it if you want]

"Ok?"

For no apparent reason, Shirley suddenly felt a jolt in her heart.

That fighting instinct that she herself couldn't quite explain, even before she realized it, her hands were already pulling up the control levers.

'Swish'

Finally, at the moment when the Flame God retreated quickly, the scorching blade that flashed by left a scorching scratch on the hatch.

"Impossible, how can it still move?"

Although this word is very inappropriate here and completely unsuitable for describing steel objects, Shirley felt that there was no other suitable word:

"Like a zombie..."

'Kerala'

It was as if the metal was about to burst out of its shell, its mournful cry echoing outwards. When the tiger raised its head again, the single eye that should have been visible was completely obscured by the surging red light.

Thick, almost boiling fog overflowed from the exhaust vents and various gaps in the machine body. As the crimson fog spread, the hoarse sound echoed clearly:

"This was originally my trump card for 'Gundam'..."

"Ha, this thing."

Looking at the billowing red smoke that resembled steam, Shirley couldn't help but grin.

"That does seem a bit tricky."

However, beneath those seemingly calm words lay hands gripping the control lever tightly.

Under her gaze, the 'zombie tiger' in front of her appeared in the exact same state as in the 'battle video' she had seen before.

Its name is...

"EXAM SYSTEM, Stand By."

Chapter 32: The Wrath of the Old Humans (Fourth Update)

"EXAM SYSTEM, Stand By."

In the cramped room, the dim light illuminated a weathered yet sinister face.

Kelser Mordros is a researcher in the Principality of Zeon—at least for now.

Unlike the stereotypical image of a hunched and thin figure, he sat upright, seemingly in meditation.

But after hearing the echoing notification from the computer, he finally opened his eyes:

"So, the system still started up after all."

His large hands gripped the somewhat ill-fitting mouse as he gazed at it silently.

"Let me see, it seems to be activated... I see, it's the Tiger from Unit 2."

The remote monitoring system was recording a large amount of data, including the body's heat and the precious engine status, but Dr. Kelster didn't care about any of that at the moment.

As an older but experienced soldier, his gaze would occasionally drift towards the tightly closed gate, and then back to his watch.

As the hands of the clock tick away, the subtle yet precise sounds construct the cycle of time.

Then, some kind of background noise was introduced:

"dong dong dong"

The slow, deliberate knocking sounded at the door, causing him to open his eyes. Years of habit immediately heightened his alertness.

"Who is it? I'm about to rest."