Chapter 149: The Organization Takes Shape
Coco and Miranda jumped up and down with excitement, while Ange's expression finally eased a little. She walked up to Tolle and asked.
"Come on, tell us—who's the enemy? Who are we going after?"
Tolle thought for a moment, then activated his top-tier "Level Ten Persuasion Technique."
"Alright then, let me tell you.
Sigh, none of the parallel worlds I've traveled to were peaceful. All of them were caught up in various wars.
If it were just for sightseeing, it wouldn't mean much, and we'd still get caught in the crossfire.
So why not get involved directly? That way we can gain some technology and benefits too.
Most of the weapons there are mecha-based anyway, so we can acquire that technology to upgrade our own machines.
That would let us live more safely and comfortably in other worlds, reducing the threats around us.
Besides, whenever I travel to another world, I usually prefer siding with the good-hearted underdogs and the invaded."
Here, Tolle paused, glancing at Ange and the others. Seeing their expressions brighten, he continued.
"In this world, the space colonies are the weaker side. They've long been brutally oppressed by the Earth Unified Alliance Army.
Now, they've decided to resist the Alliance's violent rule by launching Operation Meteor with five Gundam mobile suits.
So, I've decided to help the space colonies free themselves from oppression and achieve peaceful governance.
Our enemies, then, are the Earth Unified Alliance Army and their special operations unit, OZ."
Ange nodded. "Got it. Next time you go out on a mission, make sure to bring us along."
Coco and Miranda clung to Tolle with delight. Putting on her best chuuni tone, Coco said:
"Master, so we're actually on the side of justice—amazing!
Oh, right, Master, what should our organization be called?"
Tolle was stumped—he hadn't thought about that at all. But suddenly inspiration struck.
"Let's call it 'Sword of Damocles.' It's an invisible sword hanging overhead, symbolizing restraint and divine retribution.
Just like us—appearing out of nowhere, then disappearing without a trace.
Our purpose is to remind the rulers of the world that whoever wears the crown must also bear its weight.
We exist to restrain them, to stop them from abusing their power. And when they do, we will deliver divine punishment.
What do you think? Do you have any better ideas?"
Ange, Zola, Coco, and Miranda all nodded in agreement, clearly liking the name.
But Coco suddenly chimed in happily.
"Now that we have a name, shouldn't we also have a slogan for when we fight?
Something like… 'We are a light in the darkness, the Sword of Damocles bringing hope to the world!'"
Miranda nodded furiously. "Yes, yes! We definitely need a slogan. It'll make us look so cool when we go into battle!"
Tolle covered his face helplessly. That was way too chuuni—so embarrassing, he really couldn't say it himself.
But then he thought, well, it's not like he had to say it. If Coco and Miranda wanted to, then fine. After all, it was their idea.
"Alright, we'll go with that. But the job of shouting the slogan falls to you two.
Your voices are much nicer than mine anyway. Coming from you, it'll be like the song of a nightingale—beautiful, moving, and unforgettable."
Thrilled by the compliment, Coco and Miranda leapt with excitement.
"Don't worry, Master, leave the slogan to us! We'll make you proud!"
Meanwhile, Heero had already been rescued by Duo—but true to form, he was back on his self-destructive show-off routine.
During his escape, he jumped off a building without even opening his parachute until the very last second. Then, after hitting a cliffside, he tossed the parachute away.
He tumbled all the way down an almost-vertical cliff, beating himself bloody in the process. Did he care nothing for his own body, torturing himself just for the sake of appearances?
Naturally, the female officer at the hospital and Relena were once again captivated by his reckless antics.
At the same time, Tolle received a warning from Nami: Chang Wufei, piloting his Gundam, had appeared near a United Earth Alliance base by the Yangtze River in Huaxia and was engaged in battle.
Tolle didn't have a great impression of him. Wufei's character wasn't bad, but he was too self-centered. If things went badly, he might even become an enemy someday.
Meanwhile, Trowa, piloting the Heavyarms Gundam, was preparing to attack OZ's Corsica mobile suit factory by the Mediterranean.
The place was heavily fortified with Leos, Aries, and Tragos units. Tolle knew that a single Heavyarms couldn't handle that alone.
After all, Heavyarms relied on solid ammunition, which was limited. And since Trowa, like himself, liked to fire off everything at once, he'd run dry no matter how much he brought.
If Quatre hadn't shown up piloting the Sandrock Gundam with a large squad of Maganac troops to support him, Trowa might not have made it out alive.
So Tolle brought Ange and the others to the Mediterranean coast ahead of time, waiting for Trowa to appear—and to make sure the world noticed their new organization, the Sword of Damocles.
Sure enough, before long, Heavyarms stormed the Corsica factory and launched an attack on OZ's mobile suits.
Right from the start, he unleashed his chest Gatling guns and shoulder missiles in a devastating salvo, wiping out several Leos and Tragos in one strike.
Then, wielding his handheld Gatling gun, he advanced while sweeping through enemies, slashing down any Leo that dared approach with his right-arm combat knife.
OZ's mobile suits fought back desperately, their Leos and Tragos firing rifles and cannons in return.
Overhead, Aries units and fighter planes strafed Heavyarms with machine-gun fire and missiles.
Some Leos even used fixed gun emplacements for cover, luring Heavyarms in to hit him with concentrated fire.
But Trowa countered, blasting the emplacements apart with leg-mounted homing missiles and shoulder missiles.
Soon, though, Heavyarms' chest Gatlings and missiles were exhausted.
He was forced to press forward with only his shoulder Vulcans and head-mounted machine guns, hacking through enemies with his combat knife while reserving the handheld Gatling for air units.
But with so many enemies swarming in, Heavyarms was gradually pushed to the brink.
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