The Nahel Argama still sat quietly in the drydock, its bridge armor raised, as if closing its eyes and falling into slumber.
But inside the bridge, it was far from the surface calm.
"...Set the target and activation time for the space missiles, Neidhardt. Scatter them off the stern!"
Inside the bridge, where the protective armor was raised, Natarle Badgiruel's voice echoed.
The bridge was slightly dim as it was in combat mode. The visuals projected onto the protective armor from the viewport showed a scene of fierce space battle.
In the projection, three Archangel-class battleships were relentlessly tailing the Nahel Argama, their twin-barreled Gottfried beam cannons raining down a barrage onto the Nahel Argama.
Several Strikes, equipped with air combat or antiship packs, were circling the Nahel Argama, constantly seeking an opening in the anti-air fire network to attempt an attack on the Nahel Argama.
To let the crew familiarize themselves with the Nahel Argama's equipment operation, and also to allow the Haros responsible for various instruments to learn ship combat, the Nahel Argama was installed with a combat simulation program, a continuation from the Jegan era.
Of course, Roz wouldn't put pressure on them during their first time getting familiar with ship operations, so he didn't deploy the Nu Gundam, instead using a Strike formed from Mu La Flaga's operation data.
On the screen, two waves, a total of thirty-two missiles, were scattered in space, bypassed by the three Archangel-class ships.
"Scatter Anti-Photon Decoy Flares! Adjust course forward!"
Murrue Ramius, seated in the Captain's chair, decided once they reached the optimal distance.
Over a dozen small missiles flew out from the missile silos at the ship's bow and detonated behind the Nahel Argama.
Whether it was the Strike's attacks or the beam attacks from the three Archangel-class ships, they were all deflected and scattered upon passing through the particle cloud formed by the detonation of the Anti-Photon Decoy Flares, like water hitting a solid rock.
Arnold Neumann manipulated the rudder. The attitude thrusters on the hull blasted out blue flames, erupting with powerful thrust. The Nahel Argama completed a U-turn on its original course without even making a wide turn.
Compared to the Archangel, the Nahel Argama's powerful thrust almost made Arnold feel like he was piloting a heavily armed MA.
"Wired Guided Bit deployment! Tolle, if even one is destroyed, you're getting extra training!"
Mu La Flaga, sitting at a fire control station, grinned. He manipulated four Wired Guided Bits to detach from the battleship and furiously attack the Strikes.
Although he was now an MS pilot, fighting with a Wired Guided Bit Pod while piloting an MA was his specialty!
The battleship-grade Wired Guided Bits precisely strafed a Strike, easily piercing its Ps armor and blowing it to pieces.
"Lohengrin deployment! Target the Archangel-class!"
Murrue Ramius looked at the screen, seemingly waiting for something.
The armor on the Nahel Argama's bow unfolded, revealing the internal positron cannon barrel tracks. The devices on both sides of the wings also unfolded, revealing two positron cannons inside.
The previously scattered space missiles finished their countdown and activated, fire jetting from their tails.
Almost instantly, they locked onto the three Archangel-class ships nearby. Moving at extremely high speed, they slammed into their thrusters before the Archangel-class's anti-air guns could react.
"Lohengrin, all barrels fire!"
Seeing the Nahel Argama cross the Anti-Photon Decoy Flare interference area, Murrue Ramius decisively gave the command.
On the screen, eight positron cannons fired dazzling beams, striking the three Archangel-class ships.
Two Archangel-class ships were hit in the reactor area. Their outer armor was pierced by the positron cannons, detonating the reactors and blasting them into fragments.
However, the other Archangel-class managed to turn at the last moment, preserving its reactor at the cost of severe damage, and facing the Nahel Argama horizontally.
During the positron cannon firing, the Nahel Argama maintained its high-speed movement. At this point, attempting to use the Gottfried for aimed cannon fire was no longer possible.
"...Thermal Ram Steel Spike activation, accelerate and ram the battleship!"
Murrue Ramius squinted and activated the Nahel Argama's thermal ram.
Although she didn't know why Roz had named this thermal ram "Steel Spike," Murrue Ramius accepted it since that was the name written for the weapon.
The tip of the bow, surrounded by red armor, lit up in a brilliant orange-yellow, quickly rising to a temperature capable of melting enemy armor.
Arnold Neumann pushed the throttle, and the Nahel Argama entered an overload acceleration state, charging at the crippled Archangel-class on the screen at extreme speed.
Accompanied by high heat and immense kinetic energy, the crippled Archangel-class's armor was melted and torn apart. The entire hull was smashed into two halves, exploding behind the Nahel Argama.
"Phew... It's over."
Watching the last Strike being destroyed under the combined attack of the Hell Dart anti-air missiles and the Wired Guided Bits, and seeing the word "WIN" displayed on the screen, Murrue Ramius sighed in relief.
A round of applause sounded. Roz Links, who had watched the entire battle next to a large Haro, couldn't help but clap after seeing such a fluid engagement.
The viewport projection was turned off, the raised armor was lowered, and the bridge lights turned back on, brightening the room.
Outside the viewport, the busy scene of the shipyard continued, as if the battle just fought had never occurred.
"Test complete. Everyone should be familiar with the various weapons of the Nahel Argama now."
Christina, who was sitting at a console and monitoring the ship's various data during the simulation, spoke up.
"The Hangar has finished loading the MS and equipment. We can depart at any time."
Christina and Murrue Ramius looked at Roz Links. Even Natarle Badgiruel cast her gaze over.
Although Murrue Ramius was nominally the Captain, the ultimate decision-making power for this battleship was still in Roz Links' hands. Furthermore, given Murrue Ramius's personality, she wouldn't refuse a reasonable request from Roz Links.
"Everyone, you've worked hard. Please take a rest for now."
Roz Links looked up and checked the time on the screen.
"Resupply will be completed in one hour. At that time, this Nahel Argama will set sail."
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In a dormitory on the Nahel Argama, Roz Links picked up a cup of coffee and handed it to Murrue Ramius, who was sitting behind the desk.
"Ugh... so sweet."
Just a sip made the sudden, cloying sweetness cause Murrue Ramius to frown slightly, but she ultimately drank the coffee, which was almost like milk tea.
"Double sugar and milk. You should supplement with some sugar after using a lot of brain power."
Roz Links took a sip of the coffee in his hand and leaned against the desk.
At this time, the crew were sorting out their belongings. Some pre-purchased supplies and customized ammunition from the shipyard were being loaded onto the Nahel Argama.
With no need to worry about being surrounded by the enemy in enemy-held territory, nor to think about the next operation, the only goal now was to Auelnize their luggage and wait for the battleship to complete resupply. Everyone entered a rare period of rest.
"To be honest, I only controlled the Gottfried for a while on the Archangel. Today was the first time I saw you command a battleship in combat for the entire process."
Feeling the bitterness mixed in the coffee, Roz Links smacked his lips, then, with the demeanor of chugging alcohol, finished the coffee in the cup in one gulp before placing the empty cup on the desk.
"Is that so... What are your thoughts?"
Seemingly affected by Roz Links' leisurely attitude, Murrue Ramius rested her elbow on the desk, propping her chin in her hand, and looked at Roz Links with interest, curious about his impression of her.
"...It was different from the rigorous feeling I expected. The various commands were a bit casual," Roz Links paused, looking at Murrue Ramius's current state before giving his evaluation, "But overall, you were valiant and heroic. I was captivated by you."
With that, Roz Links extended his right hand and sincerely gave Murrue Ramius a thumbs-up.
"Is that so... That's nice."
Murrue Ramius smiled, seemingly a little surprised by Roz Links' evaluation.
"I thought you would find it boring."
As the words ended, the room fell silent.
These two science-and-engineering types, one with incredibly low emotional intelligence and the other, though sensitive, couldn't find a good topic to talk about immediately. The atmosphere seemed to freeze momentarily.
After a moment of thought, Murrue Ramius, who had slightly grown used to the sweetness of the coffee in her hand, drank the last sip, placed the cup on the table, and cleared her throat.
"Roz Links, while we still have time, let's do it."
"Now? Are you serious?!"
Roz Links was astonished. He had not expected Murrue Ramius to suddenly say such an explosive thing, and his train of thought about how to make money was abruptly cut off.
"Did you forget what happened last time?!"
"It's fine, we still have forty or fifty minutes. If we're quick, it won't be a problem..."
Murrue Ramius glanced at the clock beside her and stood up. "Or do you prefer the mommy-loli type? With a lullaby? I can go call Christina to join us."
"Wait, wait, wait, that's beside the point! Where did you hear that from?!"
Hearing the words from Murrue Ramius that were enough to ruin his public image, Roz Links panicked and immediately reached out with both hands, pressing down on Murrue Ramius's shoulders.
"...Christina told me when we were chatting last night."
Speaking of this, Murrue Ramius's expression also became somewhat complicated. "Also, the blue Haro, the one called Big Haro, talked to me too and showed me a book..."
Murrue Ramius scratched her head and opened a file on her tablet.
Seeing the familiar title on the screen, a title capable of damaging the reputation of Newtypes, and even future Newtypes, and the name of the editor, Roz Links' eyes widened, and his pupils contracted slightly.
"Big Haro, you jerk... And Char Aznable!!"
Feeling his image shatter into pieces, Roz Links painfully clutched his head, unable to imagine his own, and the future of those future Newtypes, becoming so grim.
"Although I don't know why Big Haro said the content of this book is important to you, and I'm not sure what this NewType thing written in it is..."
Murrue Ramius looked at Roz Links, who had lost his usual reliable demeanor in front of her, and chuckled. "But if you need it, I just learned a lullaby last night..."
"Enough! Don't say any more!"
A fierce sense of shame surged from Roz Links' heart. He felt he couldn't accept such a damaged public image as calmly as Char Aznable.
A pair of hands cupped Roz Links' face, and the distance between the two was closed.
In the confusion, the long-awaited kiss tasted of sweetness mixed with bitterness.
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A giant sluice gate opened on the asteroid where the "shipyard" was located.
The exposed mechanical structures in space continued to operate, and the Nahel Argama on the rail was pushed out of the shipyard's drydock.
Despite being a very solemn departure ceremony, the atmosphere on the Nahel Argama's bridge seemed a bit strange.
Murrue Ramius sat calmly in the Captain's seat. Her clothes were quite neat, but some slight wrinkles were still discernible.
Roz Links, for some reason, was staring intently at the large Haro near the hatch at the back of the bridge, in a silent standoff.
Christina and Natarle Badgiruel seemed to sense something, their sharp eyes sweeping between Murrue Ramius and Roz Links.
"Ahem... The time is now."
Seemingly uncomfortable under the scrutiny of Christina and Natarle Badgiruel, Murrue Ramius coughed twice and spoke.
"The target is Orb's Industrial 7. Nahel Argama, set sail!"
"Understood."
Arnold Neumann reached out and pushed the throttle. The coupled laser nuclear fusion reactor group on the Nahel Argama burst forth with surging energy, and the modified thrusters at the stern sprayed conical blue flames.
The sudden, intense G-force pressed everyone into their seats. Even Roz Links had to grab the railing beside him.
Detecting that the battleship was in an asteroid belt, the Nahel Argama automatically raised the bridge's protective armor.
"Ugh... this power..."
Arnold Neumann felt the G-force pressing him into the chair. He slightly reduced the throttle. After lowering the ship's speed, everyone finally caught their breath.
He understood why Christina had reminded him that he absolutely must wear an anti-G suit when piloting this battleship.
Fine, tiny meteorites struck the Nahel Argama's armor, failing to leave a mark.
The shipyard's gate closed again after the Nahel Argama departed, disguising itself once more.
This asteroid belt fell into silence again, as if this "shipyard" had never existed.
Only one battleship remained, flying at extreme speed toward Orb's Industrial 7.
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On the PLANT homeworld, inside a man-made colony.
"The intensity of the fighting is increasing..."
Shinn Asuka was walking down the street, sighing, while casually flipping through messages on his communicator. He had just wired money to Mayu, who was far away in Orb, and was carrying a paper bag filled with a pile of purchased supplies.
This month's salary had been paid. Gilbert Durandal truly hadn't lied; the money he received was more than usual.
Taking advantage of the day off, Shinn Asuka gave himself a break. After sending the planned living expenses and medical fees to Mayu, and factoring in his savings goal set to pay off their debt... he still had some money left over, apparently?
He had originally planned to happily buy some things to improve his life, but that feeling of joy had completely vanished after seeing the news on his communicator.
The Earth Alliance was continuing to deploy more forces into space, using the moon base and the newly constructed "colony" Gryps as fulcrums to confront ZAFT.
"Sigh... I hope nothing happens to Orb..."
Shinn Asuka sighed, putting the communicator back into his pocket, and walked toward the base.
Walking on the main street, no matter how prosperous the street looked, the pedestrians still seemed hurried, their faces filled with worry about the future.
In this brilliant yet anxious and worried world, Shinn Asuka also seemed to be assimilated, his mind full of confused, chaotic thoughts, yet unable to explain the source of this anxiety.
Until a blue butterfly fluttered across the street and collided with him.
"Whoa!"
Shinn Asuka exclaimed. The bag in his hand dropped to the ground, and the contents spilled out.
Shinn Asuka instinctively took a step back, stabilized his center of gravity, and reached out to hold the waist of the figure in front of him, who was about to fall. The soft but slightly muscular sensation, along with the somewhat light weight, clearly indicated it was a woman.
"Phew... Are you alright?"
Once everything had calmed down, Shinn Asuka finally had time to observe the girl who had crashed into him.
She had short blonde hair, a long dress mixing large blocks of purple and white, and bewildered, emerald green pupils. Clearly, this unknown girl also seemed confused as to why she had broken free from her own world and crashed into someone.
"Can you stand on your own? Or do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
Seeing the girl's expression, Shinn Asuka couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
"...Who?"
Seemingly just regaining her senses, the girl turned her head and saw Shinn Asuka's face.
For some unknown reason, Shinn Asuka felt that something was missing from the scene—perhaps some music, or petals falling from the sky? Novels always loved to write it that way.
After a brief pause, the girl shook off Shinn Asuka's hand supporting her waist and quickly ran away, leaving a bewildered Shinn Asuka standing in place and scratching his head.
"Is that girl... autistic?"
Slightly scratching his head, Shinn Asuka could only make this deduction. He then squatted down to gather his scattered belongings.
Just as he put his things back into the bag and stood up, Shinn Asuka realized why he had felt something was missing earlier.
"Damn it! I should have called Rey over! What a great opportunity! That scene promoting the ZAFT forces could have been certified for a bonus!"
At this moment, Shinn Asuka continued walking down the street, annoyed that he hadn't called Rey Za Burrel to join him and had instead acted alone, thus lacking a photographer and failing to earn a bonus.
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About an hour later, in a ZAFT warehouse, three mobile suits, somewhat similar to the G series but with a different design style, were placed quietly.
Many maintenance crew in green military uniforms and pilots in red flight suits nearby were busy adjusting and maintaining these three units.
These were ZAFT's new model mobile suits, the "GUNDAMs."
Just separated by one bulkhead from the hangar where these three Gundams were located, five figures appeared next to the bulkhead, just one wall away from ZAFT's new cutting-edge units.
"You should have reached the target area with internal support now."
A slightly familiar, lazy voice came through the five people's earphones.
"In short, your goal is to seize these three products that ZAFT copied from the G series. I'll be piloting the Raider Gundam outside to support you then."
"...Instructor Clotho, have you been drinking again?"
Hearing Clotho Buer's tone in the communication, a green-haired young man in a white suit jacket frowned and spoke.
"We are in the middle of an operation..."
"Stop talking nonsense, Sting, just do your job!"
Clotho Buer in the communication didn't seem to care about Sting's words, instead taking another sip from the flask in his hand.
At this moment, Clotho Buer was still piloting his Raider Gundam, quietly waiting on the catapult deck of an Archangel-class ship.
Now serving as the instructor for this batch of Extendeds like Sting, Clotho Buer had regained a certain allowance of drugs, eliminating many side effects caused by withdrawal, but he was still habitually drinking.
Perhaps it was regret for his lack of great power, or maybe he was commemorating someone.
Clotho Buer looked up and glanced at the buttons above the cockpit.
Next to the buttons at the top of the cockpit, there was a place where three dog tags with different names were hanging.
"Countdown ten seconds, Sting, Auel, Stellar..."
Clotho Buer looked at the colony carrying ZAFT's latest mobile suits. "...Don't die."
"...Understood."
Sting, the captain of the new three-person team, sighed and looked at his two teammates.
A light blue-haired young man was checking two submachine guns.
And the blonde girl who was dancing in the commercial district earlier was staring blankly at the combat knife in her hand.
"Auel, Stellar, prepare to sortie!"
Subsequently, the electric door to the hangar was opened, and a grenade was thrown next door.
The ZAFT soldiers were thrown into confusion by the sudden explosion. Before the unarmed soldiers could recover, bullets were already flying towards them.
Auel Neider, the light blue-haired youth, spun in the air, his submachine guns sweeping the surroundings. Blood splattered on the ZAFT soldiers, who could only let out painful screams before falling to the ground.
"So this is ZAFT? They're not that strong, are they?"
Auel Neider landed lightly, looked at the corpses on the ground, sighed in boredom, and tossed away the submachine guns in his hands.
"Don't let your guard down, hurry up and seize the mobile suits!"
Sting casually tossed aside his rifle and ran towards the planned mobile suits.
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The alarm blared throughout the ZAFT base, and the once-calm base sprang into action.
"Why are there enemies infiltrating the hangar to steal mobile suits!"
Shinn Asuka, wearing a red pilot suit, braced one hand on the edge of the cockpit of a sharp-angled fighter jet. With a push off his legs, he quickly seated himself in the cockpit.
"Meyrin, give me the Air-Striker backpack!"
"But... the superiors said there are still many unactivated units in the enemy's area, and to use the Sword Striker pack to prevent friendly fire..."
In the communication, a female voice sounded.
"In any case, Shinn Asuka, first go launch the Core Fighter."
"Tch... Still thinking about this and that at a time like this."
Shinn Asuka clicked his tongue, closed the cockpit, and pressed a few buttons. The blue and white Core Fighter started up, its various instruments lighting up and displaying data.
As the airtight bulkhead descended, the lift platform began to raise the Core Fighter.
"Phew... Mayu, Phoenix... bless me."
Looking at the two photos stuck inside the cockpit, Shinn Asuka subconsciously took a deep breath.
"...Catapult line cleared. Core Fighter, please launch!"
The lengthy announcement finally came to an end, and the Core Fighter was positioned on a catapult track.
"Shinn Asuka, Impulse, launching!"
Shinn Asuka pushed the throttle. The Core Fighter's thrusters engaged, spraying blue flames. As the catapult activated, the Core Fighter was launched, soaring into the sky.
As Shinn Asuka left the catapult track, the owner of the track was revealed.
It was a streamlined battleship docked in the shipyard. Its two massive folded wings made the entire battleship look somewhat robust. The shipyard bay where the battleship was located was cluttered with cables and supply boxes, indicating it had been completed and was undergoing resupply.
The name of this battleship was the *Minerva*, ZAFT's new cutting-edge battleship developed by Gilbert Durandal after seeing the Archangel's battle results. Shinn Asuka was currently serving on this battleship.
Shinn Asuka habitually glanced at the battleship, then turned and pushed the throttle, flying toward the base billowing with thick smoke in the distance.
"Shinn Asuka, you only need to stall those hijacked units. Captain Rau Le Creuset and Captain Yzak Joule are rushing to this location."
The voice of the girl named Meyrin sounded in the communication.
"I know..."
Shinn Asuka piloted the Core Fighter, frowning at the tragic scene on the ground. "Anyway, if I take down these three guys before Captain Rau Le Creuset and Captain Yzak Joule arrive, their bounty is still mine!"
"Wait, Shinn Asuka, the order is to capture! Don't be so aggressive, and your piloting skills..."
In the communication, Meyrin was trying to dissuade Shinn Asuka, attempting to dispel his unrealistic idea.
The Core Fighter rapidly rolled, its crosshair settling on a green unit.
"Chaos Gundam... right."
Looking at the face of the unit in front of him, called a Gundam, and the continuously exploding hangar under their attack, Shinn Asuka gritted his teeth. "Controlled by a hijacker, huh..."
Shinn Asuka pressed the trigger on the control stick. The Core Fighter's cannons fired at the back of the unit named Chaos Gundam, bursting into a few sparks on its PS armor.
"Hmm?"
Feeling the violent vibration coming from behind, Sting Oakley, sitting in the Chaos Gundam's cockpit, was stunned. He maneuvered the unit to turn around and saw the attacker.
"A fighter jet? How could this be?!"
The Core Fighter darted past the Chaos Gundam at extreme speed, seemingly deliberately grazing it to attract Sting Oakley's attention.
"Good... very good, keep your eyes on me. Next is the Abyss Gundam..."
Shinn Asuka glanced at the Chaos Gundam's state, but his operation never stopped. He put the crosshair on a blue unit and pressed the trigger.
The blue unit named Abyss Gundam, which was still destroying the hangar, also burst into a few sparks and stopped its attack on the hangar.
"What an annoying fighter. Why would ZAFT make something like this?"
Auel Neider, sitting in the Abyss Gundam's cockpit, gritted his teeth, operating the somewhat awkward ZAFT-specific OS.
"I'll take care of it."
At this moment, a female voice sounded in the communication.
A black unit crossed in front of the Abyss Gundam piloted by Auel Neider, transformed into a form similar to the BuCUE, and rushed towards the Core Fighter.
"Gaia Gundam? Just as I hoped!"
Seeing the black unit rushing toward him, Shinn Asuka yanked the control stick. The Core Fighter quickly completed a 90-degree roll, flying perpendicular to the ground.
In the very next moment, the two units met. Stellar Loussier piloted the Gaia Gundam to jump, and with the thrusters operating, it spun like a drill, attempting to crash into the Core Fighter.
Shinn Asuka acted decisively, pulling the control stick slightly back and deflecting the Core Fighter's angle slightly toward the top, grazing past the Gaia Gundam again.
"Stellar, you keep chasing him!"
Seeing the fighter dodge Stellar's attack, Sting frowned and pressed a button on the control stick.
The two large pods on the back of the Chaos Gundam opened their top covers, revealing dense missiles. Several missiles flew out of the pods and rushed toward the Core Fighter.
Shinn Asuka glanced at the missile markings on the radar and the alarm icon displayed on them, and pushed the throttle with a blank expression. The Core Fighter quickly returned to its original level flight attitude and began to gain altitude.
After the first attack failed, the Gaia Gundam jumped on the ground, quickly turned, and its thrusters sprayed blue flames, propelling the unit toward the Core Fighter.
Shinn Asuka glanced at the target on the radar and suddenly pulled down the control stick.
The Core Fighter pitched its nose up in an extremely short time, its thrusters blasting fierce flames toward the ground, pulling the Core Fighter up a certain distance.
The missiles that were relentlessly chasing the Core Fighter detected the distance to the target when the Core Fighter turned and quickly accelerated.
Thus, the accelerating missiles, which had greatly reduced turning maneuverability, swept past beneath the Core Fighter's exhaust, losing their original locked target.
Shinn Asuka looked up at the Gaia Gundam flying towards the Core Fighter, and then at the few markers on the radar that had been chasing him. He reached out and pressed the buttons on the side a few times.
The Core Fighter rotated, and the two devices on its wings were jettisoned. The unit quickly folded together, becoming a blue component.
The shield-carrying component, which had flown above the Core Fighter at some unknown time, docked with the blue component under Shinn Asuka's control, perfectly fitting into the rotation gap.
"What is that?"
Stellar Loussier was confused by the sudden change in front of her, but her hands never stopped. She pressed the trigger on the control stick.
The Gaia Gundam in MA form fired two beams at the still-assembling Impulse Gundam and stretched out its wings, attempting to crash into the unknown unit.
Shinn Asuka watched the incoming attack and quickly completed the connection of the leg components.
Before the backpack could continue to connect, Shinn Asuka piloted the Impulse Gundam to unfold. The shield on its left hand blocked a beam that couldn't be dodged.
Then, with the kinetic energy generated by the unit's rotation, the Impulse Gundam, which had not yet activated its PS armor and was still in a gray state, executed a spinning kick, sending the Gaia Gundam flying as it arrived in front of him.
"Ughhh..."
The fierce impact was hard to bear, even for Stellar Loussier, who was an Extended.
The Impulse Gundam raised the beam rifle in its right hand and fired at the Abyss Gundam and Chaos Gundam, attracting their attention again.
Finally, after such a brief and intense battle, the Sword Striker pack only then leisurely completed docking, activating the Impulse Gundam's Ps armor and coloring the unit a striking red.
"Hah... Hah..."
After such intense operations, Shinn Asuka took two short breaths, looking at the three units that seemed bewildered in front of him.
"Impulse Gundam Sword Silhouette, reporting for duty."
"Become my bounty! You bastards!"
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