Gundam UC Hunting Time

Gundam UC Hunting Time

Author: Scorpio

Work summary:

Plot progression: The One Year War has ended, Reibil has survived, and now he's going to clash with the Anaheim Financial Group on the Moon. Project G vs. Project GP, how exciting is that?

Okay, Rebil died on December 24, 0083.

Alright, the protagonist is about to become the leader of the Titans.

1: When I wasn't around, you bunch of stray dogs were pretty arrogant.jpg

2: Tatak, tatak, keep touching tatak!

3: Why do I always get villainous characters when I draw cards?

True Introduction

You're talking about the federal government, the federal government, how many different groups of people have come to power, one after another?

Has it been changed? It's just the same old thing in a new guise.

Those powerful men only care about money and power; they don't care about the lives of the colonies. They just throw them into space and collect taxes like crazy—they're just like landlords!

Deakin had his reasons. What did we want? We just wanted some basic human rights. But you bunch of big shots are as black-hearted as the bottom of a pot, refusing to budge an inch.

What's the current state of the Earth Sphere?

You gentlemen on Earth eat steaks and live in mansions, relying entirely on your armies to suppress the discontent of the space inhabitants. Can that work? Absolutely not! Even Reibir is a space sympathizer!

By 0079, Zeon had risen up in rebellion, shouting "independence." Now, their once invincible space fleet was being chased and attacked by mobile suits, and they even had to abandon their colonies. They couldn't even protect their core territory.

You said you won, but did you really win?

Those few loyal and capable generals were all dead.

Logically, shouldn't they have reflected on their actions? But what happened? They forgot the pain once the wound healed and turned around to start factional infighting again, suppressing the Titans, supporting the AEUG, and fighting amongst themselves every day, turning the once peaceful Earth Sphere into a chaotic mess!

By the later stages of UC, the federal government was rotten to the core! Bureaucracy was rampant, corruption was pervasive, and even the Newtypes had become tools for their power struggles! Everyone was busy making money and shifting blame, having long forgotten what they were originally there for!

As a result, all the factions followed suit and rebelled.

This federal government, they played a perfectly good hand terribly! Only the main characters in Gundam are good-natured. If the audience could get involved, they would have slapped them a couple of times already!

Volume One: The One Year War

Chapter 1 begins with Loom. Can you survive?

"A brand new Universal Century survival game is officially launched. Would you like to participate? YES NO?"

Ok?

Seeing the pop-up window and the era-style visuals, Lin Xingyuan curiously clicked YES. The next second, his entire world was replaced. The LCD screen in front of him changed shape and size, displaying complex curves and data. He blinked, instinctively sitting up straight, only to immediately feel the restraint of the seatbelt. Surprised, he then saw an unfamiliar control panel below the screen and what appeared to be the control stick for the aircraft in his hands.

Fighter jet cockpit?

The answer popped into his head automatically. Lin Xingyuan looked up as if to confirm it, and what came into view was indeed not the walls of his home, but a transparent canopy, with endless darkness stretching out outside...

universe!?

Shock struck him, and Lin Xingyuan unconsciously flicked the control stick. The next second, his vision shifted, and several aircraft arrayed in formation came into view. They were arrow-shaped and painted in a low-key blue-gray. The tails of the aircraft showed the glow of an array, which must be their thruster array. Further into the distance, he could see even more aircraft, like a group of moving stars.

What's going on?! A swordfish?!

As a SF fan, Lin Xingyuan immediately recognized the name of the aircraft, especially the clear Federation Army decals on its fuselage.

The question is—how could a figment of imagination appear so vividly before me?

His pupils dilated violently until the shouting and cursing in his earphones pulled Lin Xingyuan back from his disbelief.

"Antares 07, what the hell are you doing?!"

An angry male voice rebuked his reckless actions, revealing his intense anxiety due to the impending battle.

I'm sorry.

It was a completely subconscious action. Lin Xingyuan responded, pushed the lever, and his vision immediately returned to normal. He paused, realizing the incredible fact that he could actually pilot a space fighter, took a deep breath, and calmed himself.

“First,” he said to himself, “I need to figure out what’s going on.”

His headset was filled with a jumble of radio waves and commands, along with the engine noise coming from the aircraft, making his head spin. He frowned and glanced at the cockpit again, this time noticing many things: for example, the cylindrical structure in the distance—that was a colony satellite! Looking at his attire, he clearly realized that his current identity was that of a Federation pilot, and specifically, a Swordfish fighter pilot!

Time travel? Gundam UC? Piloting a Swordfish?

Oh no! In a science fiction work featuring a giant robot as the protagonist, swordfish are nothing more than trash.

The time in the upper corner of the monitor is 0079.01.16. At this time, the Federation forces were suffering the worst defeat!

Others start out as tycoon sons, destined protagonists, or at least elite MS pilots like researchers or mercenaries. But I've been transmigrated into a cannon fodder grunt pilot, on a nightmare-level battlefield.

This world is indeed unfair; even time travel is divided into different levels.

Wait, I only got transported here by clicking on the game invitation pop-up. Could this be a game world?

Lin Xingyuan's mind immediately conjured up images of related novels and a whole host of genre books, his head filled with bizarre plot devices like mission failure and annihilation. Before he could even process this emotionally, the radio waves in his headset suddenly changed. First, a female voice said, "Attention all personnel, the fleet commander is about to give a speech—" Then, an older man's voice came through the channel.

"Brave warriors of the Federation Army..."

The old man's voice was strong and clear, drowning out all other noises.

"...As you are probably already aware, the Zeon forces recently launched Operation British, intending to launch the eighth colony on Side 2, Iphishou Island, towards the Federation headquarters to force us to surrender. Although the Tiam fleet did its utmost to prevent them from achieving their objective, Iphishou Island still crashed, resulting in the deaths of hundreds of millions of people, adding another blood debt to Zeon's list... The terrible climate disaster is not over yet, and these most despicable butchers in human history are still not satisfied, once again attempting to launch a colony satellite towards Earth... Now, Loom's colony satellite has been attacked once again."

Is this referring to Sydney and North America?

Lin Xingyuan tried hard to recall the relevant plot, as it was crucial to his survival. However, the only scenario that came to mind for the moment was a catastrophic scenario where a colony satellite landed, Sydney was launched, the Earth's crust and atmosphere were torn apart, and nearly half of humanity was killed or wounded.

"...We can no longer tolerate the self-important Zeon continuing their reckless behavior. Whether it's the previous NBC attack or dropping colonies on Earth, it shows that they are not the new humans at all, nor do they represent the interests of the space inhabitants..."

Is this referring to the Zeon forces feeding G3 poison gas into the colony satellites at the start of the war?

Was that 'Aunt Sima' made a scapegoat for this?

Speaking of which, Prince Dejin Zabi of the Zeon Kingdom described Führer Gihren Zabi as Hitler's lackey, but the great demon Hitler was at most just fantasizing and never actually killed billions of people in one go.

"Now... we have assembled the largest fleet in human history, with three times the fighting power of the enemy, and we are determined to end their atrocities in Loom, protect the Earth Sphere, and prevent the tragedy of the One Week War from ever happening again! We will thoroughly judge and settle accounts with the Zeon and Zabi families for their atrocities!"

The old man's voice carried just the right amount of anger and passion. It was uncertain whether he was Rebil, the commander-in-chief of the Space Force. However, more important than that was his realization that this was the beginning of the Battle of Loum!

Lin Xingyuan shuddered—if he remembered correctly, this battle was a trap set by the Zeon forces: using the pretense of not being satisfied with the gains in Britain and attempting to retake the colonies as bait, they lured the Federation forces into an ambush. Moreover, it was in this war that mobile suits first demonstrated the powerful battlefield dominance of next-generation weapons. Naturally, the Federation forces, unaccustomed to the new tactics, suffered another crushing defeat. With half of the Federation space fleet destroyed, another two billion civilians and soldiers perished! Except for the severely damaged Texas colony, the entire Side was annihilated!

The claim of having three times the enemy's combat strength is meaningless. The fact that the Swordfish squadron has already advanced proves that both sides have entered an offensive posture, meaning it's already at the front lines!

Damn it! I'm dead!

Lin Xingyuan considered himself to have good composure and be calm enough in the face of adversity, but this was clearly a scene of certain death; how could an ordinary person face it with equanimity? Just as he was in shock, the words 'System loading…' suddenly floated across the bottom of his vision, and then—

Surprise! Mother faker!

Wow! The Battle of Loom right off the bat?! That's exciting!

[The placement of the PL (Player/Plant) this time is just too tragic!]

[GM, are you sure you didn't get the difficulty wrong?]

[PL, stay strong! Don't die!]

[The Red Comet's Rise to Fame! Char is Coming!]

【ZICK ZEON!】

[Go to hell, you Zeon dog!]

Lines of characters flew past his eyes, just like the live stream comments Lin Xingyuan had seen.

Considering the current situation, the terms GM and PL, and the real-time comments, it seems like my time travel is also being streamed live!?

Am I a game character?

"Torrent Overlord calling all units! Enemy fleet is within range! Attack commence!"

The squadron commander's order came through the headset, and Lin Xingyuan's astonishment was interrupted by the sudden burst of dense beams of light!

Ahead of the aircraft, the Zeon forces launched an attack!

A mournful cry immediately came through the headset, and a flash of light appeared outside the cockpit—the Swordfish in the same team had been hit!

Despite knowing he shouldn't look, Lin Xingyuan couldn't help but glance at it, and was immediately gripped by fear—in just a glance, he witnessed three Swordfish tanks being hit and exploding!

At the same time, a cold, emotionless voice rang directly in his mind.

[Mission begins. Can you survive?]

Author's message

……

You wanted to see me write about UC, so here I am. That's all.

Chapter Two: New Player Gift Pack and the Chaotic Battlefield

The situation is quite clear—it seems that I have become an electronic pet of some being.

Shock and anger surged within him, but at this critical moment when beams of light crisscrossed and life and death were left to fate, these emotions were meaningless. Lin Xingyuan cleared away all superfluous thoughts and made the most realistic request.

"No matter who you are, if you specifically brought me here to make me work so hard to put on a show, at least give me some benefits, right? If it ends right at the beginning, will it still generate any buzz?"

He didn't want to die, no matter what.

Wow, the character seems pretty calm. I'm starting to look forward to it.

[Quick! Arrange a new player welcome pack!]

[Draw cards! Draw cards!]

Whether you're lucky or unlucky depends on this round!

As the comments scrolled by, it was clear that Lin Xingyuan's reaction was to the liking of these people who enjoyed the show, but Lin Xingyuan was more concerned about the so-called newbie gift pack!

"Give me!"

Ideally, we'd get a Hi-V Gundam to dominate the battlefield and escape this predicament!

Lin Xingyuan prayed that he was blessed with good fortune, but the result was completely different from what he expected.

In the hallucination of dice rolling, three cards flashed in the corner of his vision. The images were simple and unadorned, and his heart skipped a beat.

This doesn't look like an S-rank card at all.

Then, he found out the result of the gacha draw.

The three cards are Insight +2, Eagle Eye +2, and Luck +3.

The purpose is obvious and the goal is the same—the GM and the audience want to see how he struggles to survive, not the story of the mechanical god descending.

My illusions were shattered.

but--

Haha, as expected, I'm unlucky!

[Not bad, Insight +2. This PL has the qualities of a new human.]

[Only +2? I'll go for NT!]

[Hawk Eye +2, is that basically useless in this situation?]

[You can't say that, +3 Luck is very rare! Let's consider it a higher Luck rating.]

Is this the GM going easy on them, letting the players live a little longer?

It seems to be better than I expected.

Lin Xingyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned his attention back to reality, stared at the Zeon fleet ahead, and gripped the control stick tightly. At this moment, the Federation Space Force also launched an artillery barrage. The two fleets clashed with beam cannons and missiles at a distance of 28000 kilometers. Waves of Minovsky particle beams even brightened the entire space region by several degrees.