Chapter 3 Part 1

Did you hear the broadcast in the bridge? All personnel are to head to the mobile suit deck without exception.

But you cant extract the people with drips here, you know!? How am I supposed to deal with them under zero gravity? Its okay if were talking about the guys in the infirmary, but the patients in the ICU cant move. Theres a clause in the constitution that allows for wounded soldiers to be treated too.

This familiar voice rang with a stubborn force of anger in her ears. Marida Cruz widened her eyes, and her blurry stare looked around.

She saw the white ceiling of what seemed to be an infirmary. It was not the ceiling of the Garencieres, and once she understood this, there was a weak electrical surge flowing through her body, and she turned her heavy head in the direction where the sound came from. There was a hulking male figure outside the curtains surrounding the infirmary bed, wriggling there; it was someone she knew, one of the members of the Garencieres crew, Alec, the backup steering pillow. He had a bulky figure, but he was timid, and at this point, he was holding onto a sub machine-gun. She also had an impression on the man in white clothes, whom the gun was being pointed to, but she was not too familiar with him. He was the military doctor in charge of treating her when she was captured and brought aboard the Nahel Argama, and she remembered that he was called Hasan

Suddenly, a headache caused her blurry vision to be interrupted.Whats going on? Wasnt I brought to Earth?Her body felt heavy, and her mouth still felt a little numb; she felt gravity, but she wondered whether she was on Earth or in spaceshe closed her eyes, and then opened them again, and looked outside the curtain with a clearer vision this time. Say something too, Mr. Gael. Hasan said as he looked past Alec, and stared upon the 3rd figure.

It was for a short moment, but you did work together with them, right? Even if you want to occupy a ship, there has to be some basic rules here. Isnt there anyone easier to negotiate with?

From the gap between the curtains, she could see the side face of a silent man. She looked into the black eyes of the bald man who seemed to be full of vigor, and realized that this was a face she saw before tooas she thought about this, Its useless. A sudden voice caused her eyelids to numb.

Weve been on this Nahel Argama far longer than the time he spent on the Garencieres.

Zinnerman said as entered her vision, and he looked at the man called Gael. They exchanged sinister looks, and after a moment, Zinnerman looked away. Its useless to hope for terrorists to abide by rules, is it? Hasan said these words, and Zinnerman turned his firm stare over at him.

Thats how it is. If were not recognized as soldiers, theres no need for us to follow the rules.

ZInnerman pulled the handgun from his waist and pointed it at Hasan nonchalantly. The sudden tense atmosphere jolted Maridas dull body, and her body shuddered as she laid on the bed. Zinnerman however seemed to notice her presence, and shuddered for a moment before looking over at her. Dr. Hasan. Gael brought the silence.

Zinnermans serious here. Its best to listen to him now.

But

We can only let them take the men away. They should be able to recognize that were bringing along necessary medical equipment.

Gael again looked at Zinnerman in the eyes, showing an embolism of restrained emotions. You need to let us check through the stuff. Zinnerman frowned as he said this, and then lowered his gun pointing at Hasan. The latter glared back, but left unwillingly after being prompted by Gael, Ill help out too. Lets go. Alec seemed to be relieved, but Gael did not care as he followed Hasan.

How unfortunate.

Gaels burly frame muttered as he passed by Zinnerman, and then disappeared from her vision. Alec too left, and the side of Zinnermans face was the only thing left through the gap of the curtains. The black eyes tried to suppress the emotions it just could not do so, and they were twitching on his emotionless face.Master seems to be in pain. Why am I still lying in such a place?Marida bent her back, wanting to bring her upper body up, but the tremendous pain on her flank caused her to grit her teeth in agony, Master and she eked out the voice in an interrupted manner. Zinnerman walked over to her in large steps, and the bearded face she ostensibly had not seen in a while covered the light panel on the ceiling.

The faded leather jacket gave a little gunpowder smell. The chilly air outside flowed into the bed, causing her to feel a little tense as she laid down it defenseless. This is? She let out a dry voice, and could not exert strength into her limbs freely. Zinnerman placed his hand on her forehead, Dont worry. He said silently,

I wont ask you to move, so just sleep for a while here. Everything will be over when you wake up next time.

The touch of the rugged palm moved from the forehead to the eyelids, giving warmth that seeped into her body and mind.Thats right. This is the hand that called me, and pulled me out from the darkness.Marida recalled this, but this was still unable to shake off her sleepiness. She closed her eyes slightly, and reached her arm that ostensibly had the drip on it at Zinnerman; her outstretched fingers touched the latters.Its daddys hand.This non-contextual line appeared in her mind, and the body warmth of Zinnerman beside her vanished.

There was the sound of the curtains being pulled up, and the body that was surrounded by the cold and silent air outside drifted away gradually. Marida watched the back silhouette that was full of hardship, realized that she had no ability to support him, and let her body, ostensibly as heavy as lead, sink into the bed.

This space was way too spacious for Gilligan, whose eyes were already used to the mobile suit deck of the Musai-Kai. The ceiling that was 7 levels tall was 30m in height, and the walls that were probably80m long had many hangars for maintenance lined up.If theres another deck for launching and landing, this ridiculously large yet empty place is most likely a storage. Theres a construction area for disassembly located below the floor, and yet they managed to preserve a space 2 times smaller than this; got to hand it to them there.

I suppose only those people with their souls sucked away by gravity can think of making a mobile suit stand on this deck.

Upon hearing Gilligans little half-joke, Yeah. Lieutenant Keiman answered. It had been 2 years since Gilligan last entered a Federations ship for a common exercise, but the Mock Wooden Horsethe Nahel Argama had far more surplus items compared to the other ships. He looked at the 12 hangars lined along the wall, and felt that it was truly a waste of space. A Republics ship would effectively use the space on the ceiling and the floor to ferry double the number of mobile suits.

However, the Nahel Argama was in a situation which could only be described as desolated. There were 2 standard sized machines on the hangars, and there were 2 of the Sleeves Geara Zulu beside it; on the opposite wall, there were 4 Gultoppr squadrons Hizacks lined up, with Gilligans custom unit at the forefront. The Federation units with the goggles were moved to a corner to make space for the monoeyed units that inherited the design of the Zaku, and this scene was the best proof that this ship was under the dominion of Zeon. However, these were merely large tools used to enact the current situation. Gilligan poked his body out from the catwalk beside the hangar and let the atmosphere of sovereignty enter his eyes.

The bright red armor leaned its back against the wall close to the bow, ostensibly floating in the air. That was the Sinanju, the unit of Full Frontal, whom they called the Second Coming of Char. The presence it gave off really gave a vibe that it was the true revival of the Red Comet. This Sleeves mobile suit was truly the baron of this current atmosphere. The cockpit covered laced with gold ornaments on the side opened, the pilot appeared from within, and the mask that covered the eyes and the forehead left more confidence in Gilligans heart as he felt affirmed.

It seemed true that the man really would not wear a normal suit even in battle. As his eyes pursued the bright red uniform, Its just like Char Gilligan muttered to himself, and he touched the rank insignia sewn on his mantle, dangling in front of his chest. The insignia that was sewn onto the mantle through memory fibers would not float easily even in zero gravity. The place was secure in the airlock, but it certainly would not be a good idea to remove their normal suits in the mobile suit deck of an enemy ship; however, Gilligan commanded his subordinates to change into the Republic armys mantles, as he felt that by wearing the clothes given by the Federation, he could not become one with the current atmosphere.

What kind of people are we, the Republic army, to him?Gilligan tidied his mantle as his eyes pursued after Frontal, and then, the white mobile suit caused him to frown. The lone horned giant standing at the bow side of the deck did not match the deck dominated by the Red Comet. Is that the Gundam? Keiman seemed to have seen the same thing as he muttered, and Gilligan looked at the Unicorn while suppressing the incensed look of his face.

Yeah. It becomes like that when the horns on its head closes. I dont know what it means though.

Keiman however did not look back at Gilligan as the latter uttered these words, and reached his neck out from the railing to look at the Unicorn. Keimans squadron was assigned to attack the Nahel Argama directly, and thus, he did not witness the monstrous fighting strength that Gundam. The fear back then became cold sweat that appeared on Gilligans forehead, and he clenched his fists that were holding onto the railing.

That Gundam was not only superior in terms of capabilities, but also showed disposition. It crushed Gilligans belief that he could defeat tens or hundreds of people with only Patriotism, and showed the true disposition of a battlefield. His body was once swallowed up by it, and shriveled back when he only thought of how to escape from its firing range. If it was not for the espionage mission by the Sleeves on the Nahel Argama ceasing the battle one-sidedly, he would have escaped back to the Gultoppr without caring about his pride. That Gundam had at least put a dampener upon him, and it was an undeniable fact that the enthusiasm he had right from the beginning was all gone without a trace.

What kind of guy is that pilot?Gilligan looked at the gondola beside the cockpit of the Unicorn, and looked at the pilot who seemed to be the size of a bean from where he was, but the rumbling of the partition wall at the aft opening. The large wall caused the entire deck to tremor, and two small mobile suits entered, followed by a uniquely-shaped purple mobile suit with 3 claws on each of its two hands. Gilligan saw the two mini units before; they were most likely tasked with moving the mobile suits from the landing deck. They were accompanying the unit of the escort squad leader, Lieutenant Angelos Rozen Zulu; someone called it as such through the wireless communicator before.

The two mini mobile suits were chased away from the Rozen Zulu, which knelt down as it passed through the partition wall; they moved to a corner of the deck and stopped. These mini mobile suits were less than half the size of the Rozen Zulu, and were like little children that were caught in a prank and brought back; however, the technology used on them were definitely of the latest, for they were able to downside the generator and the propulsion system to this extent. Those are the Manhunter machines. Keiman muttered at Gilligans ears, causing the latter to frown. The Manhunters was the derogative name given to the special forces ECOAS, and this symbol of the Federation governments caprice became a topic common amongst the Winds Assembly.

Suddenly, Gilligan felt uneasy. It would take more than a day for the Sleeves fleet hiding in Side 6 to reach them. During this time, they had to occupy the Nahel Argama with the people they had here. Including the shackled crew brought here by the mobile suits, there were only 16 people on Frontals team. Including the workers that snuck in herethe Garencieres team had less than 50 people. Of course, they would also need to assign people for outside security, so the numbers occupying the ship will be less. The invigilation of the inside of this ship would have to consist mainly of the special forces sent over by the Gultoppr and the Dromi. Even including the 30 Special Forces members sent by the 2 ships, the number of people that could keep watch over this ship would be less than a hundred.

This number would have been enough for the 400 Mock Wooden Horse crew members that was probably disarmed, but it would be a different case altogether if there were ECOAS members involved. They went through hellish training, and were deemed as monsters by those who were also soldiers. In comparison, this side had Republic soldiers, of which two-thirds hardly went through actual combat.Can we actually suppress them?Gilligan wondered, and felt doubt in his uneasy heart.

Gilligan himself realized that this was due to the fear caused by his experience with the Gundam. The Gundam pilot had personally taught him that the difference of life and death on a battlefield was all on personal spirit, but the contents of the clashing wills were different from what he imagined. It was something cruder, more realistic; it was a simple yet powerful emotion, of not wanting to die, but it felt no different from being thrown into a dangerous workplace. There was no sense of justice to delight himself in, no room for any high level tactics to interfere; it was a terror where he could be killed by a truck or a crane, a violent death he would be helpless against. To him, who had no sense of work ethic, and managed to hang on till now because his ideals, it took him all his effort not to be blown away by the blowing winds.

However, it was different from what he imagined. To put it simply, this would be all the explanation, but there was something behind this abnormal feeling, one that could cause the current situation to collapse. Are we really fine? Were going to be alone before the main forces of the Sleeves arrive Keiman continued, and Gilligian looked at the ECOAS mobile suit that got into a landing position. I heard that the Garencieres team is full of hardened solders. With the power of us Special Forces he answered distractedly, but at the same time, the atmosphere on the deck suddenly changed, and a bright color appeared in the corner of his eyes.

The color passed through the air lock on the opposite wall and appeared on the catwalk. The bright green uniform had golden embroidery around it, and she had a wine red cape draped on her. It was impossible to see her appearance from this place, but the presence she gave off was not something an ordinary officer could compare to. The profile matched the image of the young Mineva Lao Zabi he saw in the documentaries, and his body froze. Oi, thats! Isnt that Her Highness Mineva Zabi? there were similar buzzing occurring everywhere, causing the atmosphere on the deck to be shaken by the commotion.

The profile, ostensibly Mineva herself, ignored all the stares as she stepped on the catwalk. That delicate body was accompanied by Frontals escort squad, and her cape fluttered in the air. There was a light lit on the mobile suit deck filled with furor, and Gilligan felt all anxiety in him disappear as he was basically touched when he saw that figure. Mineva passed by her comrades in Republic armys mantles, and went right at the hangar with the Unicorn on it. She saw the Federation soldiers dragged away without being able to do anything as they had guns pointed at them, and this embodiment of Zeonism was right in his vision

Sieg Zeon!

The impulse in his heart surged out from his mouth in the form of words. Cheers immediately erupted, and many chants rang on the deck. Sieg Zeon, Sieg Zeon. The cheers of the Republics soldiers immediately filled the mobile suit deck, shaking the Nahel Argama. Gilligan believed that this wave would seep through space and reach all over the Earth Celestial sphere, becoming a power that beckons an awakening of a new age.

This is what I hoped for.The anxiety and uneasiness from before were swept apart, and he was driven with a thought that he could die whenever he could. The cheers of Sieg Zeon did not end for a short while, and the men, who found their refuge of pride, let their cheers echo through the air filling the deck.

The fanatical cheers felt like a wall more than voices. It was a high overpowering wall that could not be harnessed by an individuals will, which would not cease without reaching its destination

And Audrey simply crossed that wall nonchalantly and approached this place. That person dressed in formal Neo Zeon clothing, basked in cheers below her eyes, was not Audrey. To Banagher, that person was someone who took the appearance of Audrey and hid herself within; it was the appearance of a certain person called Mineva Zabi, someone he was unacquainted with.

The crew of the Nahel Argama was surrounded by the Republic soldiers cheering, and they stopped to look at AudreyMineva. The crew was slowly being moved to this mobile suit deck, and Banagher saw them separated into different platoons with their hands on their heads, their knees kneeling on the floor. The group of uniformed Republic soldiers had their automatic miniarms aimed at the Federation soldiers they held captive, shouting Sieg Zeon. Time felt like it reverted back to the old One Year Year, and Banagher felt goosebumps as he sensed that he was ostensibly thrown into a different timeline as he looked for Zinnerman amongst the countless faces on the deck.

He did not see Zinnerman ever since he was detained aboard the deck. Where was he? What sort of expression was he giving? Banagher looked around, but found no signs of the other man, and grabbed onto the railing tightly, only to suddenly sense a cold stare from behind.

He turned his head slightly, and saw the red uniform standing behind him. Full Frontals masked face remained unmoved as he stood with his back facing the cockpit of the Unicorn. It was impossible to tell if he was looking at Banagher as his eyes were sheltered by the light filter. It seemed that he had made contact with Zinnerman beforehand and brought the Nahel Argama into his dominion effortlessly. It was a chill Banagher had never seen before, of a completely different, one that gave an intuition that if anyone were to resist, he would act and take down his opponent without waiting for the escort squad beside him.

What sort of person is he?Banagher recalled the face with the mask removed he saw once on Palau, but he still had an impression of the masked face itself, and at the same time, he felt the railing on the gondola tremble slightly. Mineva Zabi grabbed onto the same railing as she descended down the gondola, looking at the deck as her mantle flapped with the wind. The moment she raised her right hand, the chants of Sieg Zeon exploded into cheers, and formed a quake-like tremor that shook the gondola.

Long live Your Highness Mineva! May glory descend upon the Zabi family!Mineva looked around at the cheering soldiers, waited for their excitement to quell for a while, and then turned to look at Frontal behind her.Audrey.Banagher felt a voice in his heart calling out to her being deflected off and bouncing off the floor. He could only watch the side of that face that would not look at her. While the escort squad had their heels clasped together, Frontal stood in front of him, Its perfect. and stepped forward.

Its certainly worth bringing a change of clothes. The morale of the Republics soldiers will rise now.

Frontal stated calmly as the smile on his lips was the only expression he had. You certainly are well prepared. Mineva answered coldly, her eyes showing disgust as she seemed to be looking at an enemy.

I heard that the Char Aznable that led Neo Zeon in the past did not like having people act as symbols, isnt it?

The man called Char may be such, but Im just doing what I feel I need to do. Did you not change your clothes because you understood this, Your Highness?

Youre treating me like a fool here. Your attitude is the reason why I left the Sleevesbut its useless to talk further.

Since it already ended up like this.In response to Minevas unstated words, Frontal still showed a smile on his face as he answered, Im intimidated. Mineva looked away from the masked face, and then looked at Banagher for a split moment, but she looked back at the deck before Banagher could see her expression clearly.

But is this alright? There are ECOAS members amongst the captives. These arent opponents the inexperienced Republics soldiers can handle.

I left the Garencieres team to watch over ECOAS and the important members of the crew. Please do not worry.

Then why did you gather everyone on this mobile suit deck? With the Republics ships supporting, you should be able to isolate and detain them separately.

Its all according to the decision in our strategy. You do not have to worry, Your Highness.

Strategyto inquire about the final coordinates of the Laplace Box?

The decisive voice caused the smile to disappear off Frontals face. Banagher had switched off the generator before he was detained aboard the ship, so that the data of the Laplace Process would not be called out. Mineva knew this, but what would this have to do with gathering the hostages here? As he inadvertently looked at Mienva, he subconsciously realized the term hostage, and his vision turned dark.

No way.He was driven by this impulse to yell in his heart as he glared at Frontal. The mask that was covered with shivers remained unmoved, You! and as he exclaimed and stepped forward, an arm reached from behind and cuffed his neck, causing his body to be lifted off the floor and pulled behind.

Ive been waiting for this moment, Banagher Links!

This voice numbed his skin, and his abdomen had a gun pointed at it. Angelo Saupers voice felt just as moist as it was when he was following Frontal on Palau. We cant talk calmly here. Lets move somewhere else. Frontal said, and then disappeared from his vision. Mineva answered back with her glance, and her face then turned over to give a glance. Her emerald eyes were showing a little bitterness, ostensibly wanting to tell him something, but was that an illusion? Banaghers windpipe was pressed halfway through as he let out a breathing voice, and he moved his hand in the air. His pressured nerves let out tears, and the back of Mineva got even blurry, causing him to feel regret.

The mobile suit deck had the largest capacity inside the ship, and the ground space was the size of a school field. Even as 400 crew members were gathered here, it did not seem narrow, but it certainly felt abnormal to see so many people gathered in this place. At the end of its service, even if it was docked, this military ship would have people on duty, and there was no way all the crew could leave their areasother than the moments when there was a huge hole that required evacuation from the ship, or when the ship was occupied by the enemy.

In fact, the method used by the Garencieres team was really superb. They started their raid on the armory the moment the Republic army began their assault, and took down all the important areas. There were no deaths simply because they were so fast that there was no chance of resistance. They probably checked through the inner workings of the Nahel Argama thoroughly through these 4 days, as well as its security.Perhaps they offered the Garencieres to make us relaxor were Mineva Zabis words all an act?Ottos thoughts did not have focus as he suddenly felt hot in the head, and gritted his teeth as he looked at the Unicorn. He could only see the bottom of the gondola leaned at the side of the cockpit hatch at the abdomen, and he could not see Minevas expression there as he saw the white machine swallow its secret from the edge of his captains hat.

The Sinanju was standing beside the Red Comet, and its dazzling red armor reflected the spotlights shining onto the deck. The purple mobile suit that seemed to be the unit of the escort squad leader brought back the two Lotos from the L1 Junction, and parked its bulky machine at the wall right in front of the aft. The machine that had the curves of petals had the same sense of design as the 4-winged placed in the maintenance deck belowthe Kshatriya. It stood with the Republic armys Hizacks, and this was practically an exhibition of Zeonic mobile suits.

The crew gathered at the feet was assorted into platoons of 20, and they were forced to kneel on the floor. Each squad had 2 Republic soldiers watching over them, while the ones watching over Otto and the important crew members were the ones from the Garencieres team. Of course, their index fingers were placed upon the safeties of the Sub machine guns. Otto saw Flastes unfaltering expression, and sighed as he turned to the partition wall at the aft end.

Conroy and the ECOAS that were brought off the Lotos had guns pointing at them from front and back as they approached. All of them were moving unsteadily, probably because their hands were tied behind their backs, and as they were in zero gravity, they would have to move with the magnets on the boots.

Thats weird.

Liam, who knelt down beside Otto, whispered to him softly. The latter looked over at her.

To think that the ECOAS would be imprisoned here with usits not a good idea for them to gather us all in a single place. Logically, itll be best to separate us to prevent us from colluding.

She let out a choking voice at the end, and lowered her face that seemed to be enduring the pain. They were in zero gravity, but blood fluctuation would not be smooth if they were to keep putting their hands on their heads, and there was a gunshot wound under the plaster slapped on her shoulder. Does it hurt? Otto asked softly, The wound isnt much. And Liam answered quickly.

But my body just feels like its breaking. Im feeling really peeved inside.

Otto recalled the side of her face when she yelled at the Garencieres team for being shameless and charged right at them when they stepped into the bridge. The bullet merely grazed her shoulder, and Otto felt more fortunate than her in this sense. If there were deaths in the crew, he had no belief that he could remain sane as a Captain. Dont talk, you know. Otto cringed his neck upon hearing the voice of the watchman, and then stared at the expressions of the crew he could see. It had been 2 hours since the occupations started, and no one had lost their cool yet, but nobody knew what would happen after this. Otto thought that it was time to ask about what the enemy was planning to do, and the moment he looked past his subordinates and stared at Flastes face, the latter looked behind Otto.

Otto looked behind, and saw Zinnerman dragging his leather jacket in the air. He passed by Otto and company from above, knelt down and landed splendidly, Ill leave the bridge to you. He told Flaste, who nodded, and once the latter left the airlock, Zinnerman turned his expressionless stare back at him.

Each group is to have a representative. Those who wants to head to the bathroom or is feeling unwell will have to raise it to the invigilators through the representative. Also, if anything happens, the representative will have to bear responsibility.

He said monotonously, seemingly reciting a message. It seemed that the other groups had the same explanation as a few voices rang. I suppose the representative here will be Captain Otto? Zinnerman continued, and Otto glared back, but the former did not look at him. The Neo Zeon fleet will reach us soon. He continued,

You shall be our prisoner from now on, and youll receive proper treatment. As long as you dont resist, your lives will be assured. You are to obey our instructions until the fleet arrives

Traitor.

A voice came from someone, and Zinnerman closed his mouth as he was interrupted. Otto sensed the presence of the watchman raising the sub machine gun, and resisted to shout and turn to the person who called out. With everyone looking at her, Mihiro, who was on her knees, turned her upper body up, and glared at Zinnerman with an expression befitting her mini-tank nickname.

Its not like we fully trusted you, but Banagher did. Do you understand now? You betrayed the one person you shouldnt have betrayed. Thats

Zinnerman remained silent as he merely drew his handgun from his waist, ceasing all words that followed. Dont move! the watchmans voice rang, stopping Otto from getting up. Otto put his hands on his head again as he looked at Zinnerman, pointing his gun at Mihiro.If he dares to squeeze the trigger, Ill bite his throat off even if Im going to be riddled with bullets.After a serious exchange of glances for several seconds, Zinnerman put down his gun and placed it back into his holster as nonchalantly as when he drew it.

Trust is just like a gamble.

He lowered his head and muttered. The emotion that appeared in his eyes caused Otto to look at him with observant eyes.

The result of a gamble is that the gambler has to pay the price. This is the rule, no matter how unreasonable it is.

ZInnerman lifted his head, and he showed the expression of a hardened soldier with all feelings wiped away. This! Mihiro sounded agitated, but Otto stopped her with a hand signal, and then met Zinnerman in the eyes. Well obey the rules, definitely. On hearing this, Zinnermans large eyebrows twitched.

But he hasnt admitted defeat yet, right?

Otto turned his sights to the Unicorn at the bow sides partition wall. Zinnerman stopped himself from turning his head, and his expression showed signs of wavering as he looked back. Lets hope that both sides wont have any casualties again. Zinnerman muttered and turned away to leave, but Otto did not look at him as he stared at the gondola beside the Unicorn deck. He saw Mineva and Banagher follow behind Frontals red uniform as the latter floated in the air, ostensibly wanting to move somewhere else as they went to the aft.

The masked man leapt off the gondola and started to float around in space; though he was in front of them, he felt so unrealistic. He looked like Char during the One Year War, and the uncanny resemblance was such that he was ostensibly brought alive from a documentary. Takuya Ireis eyes were subconsciously attracted by this, and then saw Mineva leap off the gondola, followed by Banaghers white pilot suit. The Neo Zeon pilot sticking to Banagher from behind was most probably Full Frontals escort team.

That hand was holding onto a recoilless handgun as it was aimed at Banagher, who was moving in front. The black hole of the barrel was leading to a hole of empty darkness. A shot from it could wipe off a persons life and turn the body into must. The terror of a Garencieres crew member aiming his gun at a person appeared in Takuyas mind clearly again, and he clenched his trembling fist.

He had been living in a ship on active combat service for a month, and thought that he had more or less grew some guts in him, but the terror of being pointed at with a gun was another thing altogether. His body, which was already used to fighting back at AEIC, was unable to move due to fear. If not for the fact that they were in zero gravity, his legs would have collapsed, and he could have knelt down on the floor if the enemy told him to do so. The gun that was transferred to him together with antagonistic intent had such power; this little hole could remove him from the human world, and this unreasonable and cruel logic numbed his mind as he could not help but think of anything other than death.

Is that guy alright?He looked towards the group of people moving towards them slightly, Banagher and immediately turned his head aside the moment he heard this weak voice. Micott did not notice his stare as she continued to look on at the white pilot suit approaching her. Haro, which was in her lap, remained silent as it could not sense its own approaching, making things unbearable. The Republic soldiers demanded that it was either to be confiscated, or to be shut down, and they naturally chose the latter.

Takuya may be rather open-minded about this, but Micott still had some affections for Banagher. She knew that this was unrequited, but she continued to live through this situation with such feelings.And what am I doing now?

To Banagher now, Micott and I are just two out of the 400 people on board the deck. We cant rely on the adults around us, and Micott has to rely on me for support, but I cant say anything that can make her relax. Im trying using up all my strength just to support myself, looking at Banagher aimlesslyand putting my hopes in him.He felt gutless because of this, and bit his lips as a result. Oi, Takuya. At that moment, a hushed voice rang at his ears, and his heart throbbed in shock.

Ill create some commotion. Once I give you the signal, run to the hatch nearby.

It was the voice of Jona Gibney. This man was the most experienced of all the mechanics, and was the representative of Takuyas group as the mechanics were divided into three platoons. Takuya consciously turned his head around, Dont turn your head! but a roar turned his tense face forward. He rolled his eyes to check the movements of the invigilators, What do you intend to do? he asked softly,

Theyll pass by above us. Ill get the Princess as a hostage, so use this opening to run to the Bow Thrusters engine room.

No way! Youre get killed!

Those guys from Zeon view that Princess as the star of their hope. We can more or less buy some time here. Those guys from Zeon are all rookies.

The invigilators were in pairs, and after every 30 minutes, one of the two would switch around. However, all of them were young and nervous. Mineva, who was approaching from above, would attract their attention to a point where they could not see two people whispering to each other. To Takuya, they looked like rookies too. Do you know how to operate the Bow Bhrusters manually?Gibney continued, and Takuya instinctively nodded its head.

The thrust it creates will present ECOAS a chance to counterattack. Youre not a formal crew member, and its possible for you to sneak away even if youre missing.

But

We wont know whatll happen when we become Zeon prisoners. Can you endure seeing her being treated as a plaything?

Takuyas shoulders jerked slightly, and he looked at Micott sidelong. The latter probably realized his presence as she showed an uneasy expression on her face as she looked back, causing him to look away.

Banagher cant deal with that much now, Gibney and the rest dont have the time to care about such stuff. Im the only one who can take care of Micotthe felt the burden Micott brought as she started to rely on him unconsciously for the past month, glanced at Gibney, and decided to take action. Gibney patted him on the shoulder and left from the back. The tense atmosphere of the mechanics around them reached Takuya, and it seemed that they were ready for this. Takuya in the midst of this tense atmosphere, Takuya tried to look for an opening, and Micott looked at him with a nervous expression.

Ill be fine. Dont move.

Dont be reckless. Were not soldiers here.

But Banagher isntdont worry, at least I can protect you.

He did not look at Micott, who gasped for a short moment, and saw that the closest airlock was about 30m away.They probably think that we cant do anything just by breaking off our link with the higher-ups. Theres no decent invigilation here, and the enemy doesnt have the manpower needed to keep a close eye on everyone in the ship. Once I leave the mobile suit deck, Ill find a way; itll be fine.He tried to convince himself in his worried heart, Erm, sorry, but I need the toilet a mechanic spoke up, causing Takuyas shoulders to jerk.

It began. I told you that the representative is to say it. The Republic soldier answered with an adamant voice. Ye-yes, whats the matter now? Gibney got up while pretending to play dumb, and the Red Comet and the rest were about to pass by from above. DONT YOU STAND UP RANDOMLY! the roaring soldier focused his attention on Gibney, while the other soldier was distracted by this commotion. At this time, the mechanics got into action,

Many hands quickly got into action to cover the mouths of the Republic soldiers, grab their automatic rifles, and pull them to the floor. Gibney too got up and knocked into Mineva who was around 10m above him. Frontal, who was leading the procession, turned his head around, while Banagher and the escort squad seemed dumbfounded as they panicked. Hurry up and go! However, Takuya did not have the time to check as someones deep growl prompted him, and he kicked the floor in a dazed manner.

Takuya! he turned his back on Micott, who cried out with a hushed voice, and let his body float to the airlock. Dont shoot! Her Highness!? Takuya sensed the numerous voices, and the sudden noisy atmosphere of the deck pricked his skin as he gritted his teeth and focused on the door in front of his eyes. He thought he stepped off the floor with all his strength, but his body was not moving as fast as he though. He floated away at a distance not too far from the floor, and was about to touch the hangar in front of the airlock, but a gunshot caused him to miss his footing off the hangar.

He turned his body around, and the scene on the mobile suit deck appeared in his eyes. He saw many frozen figures, and the color of blood sprayed in the air caused his mind to turn blank.

The blood was wriggling like amoeba between Banagher and Mineva, who were showing shocked expressions. The trail of blood from Gibneys head formed a reddish-brown stain that appeared in the wide space. The blood trail split apart to form blobs of all sizes, and Gibneys body lost half its head, letting out blood as he spun in the air. On the other size, the man holding the handgun that was giving off smoke was

YOU BASTARD!

The sudden roar caused the time that stood still to crack. Full Frontal glanced at Captain Otto, who was restrained by the invigilator as he wanted to get close, and put the handgun that killed Gibney back into the holster. This action seemed like a code that caused many frozen figures to move. Mechanic officer! Petty Officer Gibney was!? The wails of the crew rang together with the call from the Republic soldiers, Dont you move! Anyone that moves will be shot! There was a scream that came a moment later,Is that Micott?The moment Takuya thought of this, several Republic soldiers closed in on him and held down his floating body.

What happened next felt like a dream. Takuya felt pain in his twisted arm, but it was only a distant feeling. As he could not move a single finger, the scenery in front of him started to move. The inertia of the gunshot floated in the air, and Gibneys corpse hit the wall with a heavy thud. DONT LEAVE YOUR DESIGNATED AREA! TELL SOMEONE TO BRING A BODY BAG! The hollering Republic soldiers and the added invigilators pointed their guns at the kneeling mechanics. These figures passed by his vision, and Micotts face was the only thing that explained everything. She hugged Takuya without saying anything, bringing him to some levels of normalcy.Looks like Im back to square one,Takuya thought in his blank mind, and he looked over Micotts shoulders and up at the scene above him.

Gibneys blood was still floating in mid-air, and Banagher was held back by the escort squad from behind. THERES NO NEED TO KILL HIM, RIGHT!? THERE ISNT! the moment he shouted out, Mineva stood in the air, clenching her fist, Are you hurt anywhere, Princess? and she did not look at the soldier asking her as he approached. Deal with the body properly. Frontal said, and the expression from her face vanished after she took a deep breath. She told the soldiers to back down, and descended to where they were.

The expression that was filled with an adamant will met his, and his dreamlike membrane was completely ripped off. It seemed that Micott sensed the abnormal atmosphere as she pushed her body away from Takuya and looked up. Princess, you mustnt! However, Mineva ignored the loud plea from the soldier as she looked down at Takuya and Micott.

She looked around at the mechanics who were giving her hostile looks as the Republic soldiers pointed guns at them, and met Takuya in the eyes again. This is really an unfortunate accident. She let out a cold voice, causing Takuya to blink his dazed eyes.

The same action will only lead to the same outcome. Please choose your actions well. After saying that, Mineva reached her hand out. Princess! You mustnt reach your royal hand out like that! a soldier exclaimed from above, and Takuya, who looked at the outstretched hand, was about to hold it back, As expected, youre! but Micotts voice caused his heart to jolt.

YOURE AN ACCOMPLICE OF THOSE MURDERERS!

Micott stood up and swung a hand at Minevas hands. Their bodies crashed into each other at this moment, YOU! before the soldiers above shouted, the Republic soldiers showed a marked change in expressions as they charged over. Before they could reach their hands out, Takuya grabbed Micott by the waist. Micotts momentum as she left Mineva caused the duo to float in the air, and the mechanics formed a human wall to block them as he held his breath to cover her. What accident! How is it! Takuya cried out in tears, and though he took a few punches from the struggling Micott, he let his body tense up as he covered this life in his arms.

You bastards, move aside! Theres a limit to your insolence! Hand over that woman! several Republic soldiers growled as they reached their hands out. What are you saying when you killed Chief Mechanic Gibney! Youre the ones that got careless! The mechanics hollered back, and at the apex of their argument, Alright, thats enough. Minevas stern and regal voice rang.

But!

We deserve to be hit for what we did. Lets go!

She glanced over to them with her hand on her cheek, and there was a hidden meaning in that action. Once he saw Mineva kick the floor and float up, Takuya turned to look at the sobbing Micott. He could see the Republic soldiers sulk and leave, and brought his mouth to her ears, Calm down, Micott. He quickly said with a hushed voice.

Just endure this for now. Look at your right pocket too.

Micotts drenched eyes widneed, and she separated from Takuya, ostensibly pushing him away. There should be no doubts about this; she hid something in her hand wanted to hand us something. The moment she scuffled with Micott, Mineva stuffed something into her chest pocket.Check it later. Takuya warned Micott, who was inadvertently about to take it out, and lifted his head slightly to see Mineva laving.

I dont know how to deal with this situation, but I had to be careful with what she gave us.This thought injected life into his fear-riddled body. He pulled the half-believing Micott close to him and hugged her shoulders. The bloody smell that was filled with the stench of grease told him how important this warmth that reached his hands was.

Gibneys blood became irregular blobs that floated in the air, and floated up before disappearing due to the currents from the air purifier system. Some blood remained on the metal bars of the hangar, on the mobile suit deck that was practically his life, leaving behind a scar that could not be erased.

There was no hesitation at allBanagher recalled the technique Frontal used to shoot through Gibneys skull, and glared at the back in front of him. Did he do it instinctively because of the incoming danger on Mineva? Did he believe that he had enough skill to shoot Gibney? Most likely not. Frontal never considered Minevas life right from the beginning, and if that was not the case, he would not have fired without hesitation.

Gibneys corpse was already contained in the body bag, and was being transported out of the deck by the Republic soldiers. Banagher looked afar at the black bag that was expanded into a human shape, and blankly wondered what kind of person that man was when he was alive. He did not have a chance to talk with the man slowly, but his skills and instincts as a mechanic were top-notch. From Takuya and Micotts response, one could imagine that he was the kind of person who was very caring of others. Could those two remain calm now that things had become like this? Banagher looked down at Takuya and the rest below him; it had been a while since her scuffle with Mineva ended, but Micott did not look up. Takuya was beside her, clutching her shoulders.

Rage rose in him, and he had no way of venting them out. A ripping pain spread through his body. If he had not brought Zinnerman along, events would not have developed till this extent. Gibney would not have died, and those two would not be so terrified. Maybe there would be a different situation if he had taken Mineva as hostage? Banagher floated listlessly as he was bound down by the bloody mess that could not be salvaged any further. Dont dily-daly. Angelo growled as he twisted Banaghers arm from behind and poked his gun at the back.

Dont give us any more trouble. The fates of the people here will all depend on your attitude.

He ostensibly felt a blade, and the icy feeling was finally resting at his neck. Angelo looked back at Banagher, who consciously looked back, You understand now, right? Theres a reason why we gathered the prisoners here. His lips curled up,

If you refuse to help us, well release the air on this mobile suit deck.

Banagher was already prepared, but the feeling of the blade pressed at his throat still hurt. Angelo continued to press it on the trembling Banagher, Dont think this is a mere threat. He said to the latters ears.

We follow up on what we say. If you dont want them to suffocate, tell us the final coordinates of the Box.

Angelos bloodshot eyes were looking back at Banagher, and there were more than 400 people who were not dressed in normal suits. Banaghers body lost all life for sure this time as he let his numb body and mind drift amidst the mobile suit deck.

It had been 5 minutes since the command for the entire crew to stand guard against the acceleration was given. The General Revil continued to accelerate, and Riddhe was at the aft, where all the air was packed towards, in the middle of this uncomfortable G force. He held onto the abnormal weight of the lift grip as he hurriedly passed through the long corridor. The lift grip at maximum speed reached its final destination, and he used the momentum to let the body float and reach the door of the bridge.

The General Revil was the largest cruiser of the Federation space army, but the bridge was not that ridiculously big. There were many mobile suit decks, so there were more operators on duty, and there were more monitors on the wall that even extended towards the ceiling; this would be the extent of its characteristic. Riddhe accepted the salute of the officer at the door and barged into the bridge. Captain Maseki looked behind to see the pitch black pilot charge in, looking completely lost; however, Riddhe did not look back as he approached that stout profile sitting at the commander seat. Before Alberto, who was tapped on the shoulder, could turn behind, Uniform 007, paths clear. Please launch. Riddhe heard the operator say this, (Roger that) and a familiar voice rang through the wireless communicator.

(Nigel Garrett, U007, launching.)

The tremors from the bow of the catapult would not reach the bridge that was several hundred meters away. However, the jet flares of the Jesta that was launched could be seen clearly at the front. Before Nigels unit could light its thrusters in vacuum and make contact with the Base Jabber, (U008, ready for launch.) Roger that, clearing course) Daryls voice rang through the communicator, and once the operators voice rang, Whats going on now!? Riddhe grabbed Alberto by the shoulder and asked.

We spotted a flash from a battle at the L1 Junction. It may have something to do with the Nahel Argama.

Alberto made a glance at Riddhe, and turned forward again. Maseki, who was seated on the Captains seat beside them, was giving a questioning look with his eyes, asking who the person was, but Alberto did not respond as his slightly swollen face continued to look at the front.

Even if we race there at maximum battle speed, the General Revil will only reach there half a day later. Thats why I got the Tri-Stars to head out first and check it out.

WHY NOT ME!?

The sudden roar echoed, and it seemed that the cadres on the bridge were all looking at him. (Watts Stepney, U009, launching!) with the voice ringing through the communicator in the background, Riddhe continued to glare at Alberto.

Nobody told him that the acceleration was beginning. Even if there was a patrol rotation, Alberto should be able to use his authority to interfere. Alberto stared back at Riddhe, who was venting his complaints wordlessly, Dont be so loud! and hissed. He looked at Maseki, who pricked his ears, left the commander seat, and brought Riddhe to the back to the bridge.

It may not be the Nahel Argama. I told the Tri-Stars to launch because theyre not part of the original forces here. Just wait for Lieutenant Nigels report.

The Banshee is also not in the standard team. If you need to scout it, I too can

What can you do when you cant pilot the machine well? And can you work together with the Tri-Stars well?

Alberto had witnessed Riddhes altercation with Nigel, and was at a loss of what to reply. It wont be beneficial to have the Banshee carry out battle for a long time. He left from beside Riddhe, and quipped,

Once the moment arrives, I want you to leave even if you dont want to. Save your strength before thatand the atmospheres weird too.

Alberto glanced at the main screen at the front and added on with a hushed voice. Weird? Riddhe repeated as he looked over at where Alberto was looking.

Theres a ship that looks like the Nahel Argama and two others. Their affiliation is unknown because their signals vanished, but they havent been doing anything once the battle ended, just sticking beside the L1 Junction.

The unknown ship markers shown on the screen were clearly not moving. The three markers were not showing any signs to indicate if they were friend or foe, but they were practically packed together and moving at the same velocity, overlapping the point thats indicated as the L1 Junction. It seemed that they were jammed into the center of the Lagrange Point, the center of gravity between the Earth and the Moon.

Something happened, but what

Alberto muttered as he looked at the 3 coordinates. The unknown anxiety spread across as Riddhe looked up at the screen too.

In the ship that was devoid of people, the sounds of engines were the only things that could be heard. It had been approximately 2 hours after the occupation, but even the air felt foreign.

Of course, the Captains room in a corner of the gravity block was no exception. In this place that was filled with cold and silent air, Banagher, Mineva, Angelo and the red profile of Frontal were present. They were led here by the Garencieres team, and Frontal chose a place where they could talk quietly, the waiting room leading to the Captains room. The 4 cups of coffee were still giving off hot air, but nobody touched them. The positions of the captors and the captives were of no relation to the quartet present, and a short moment of silence descended upon them as their bodies sank in the gravity as time passed.

It had been a long time since he once met Daguza face to face. The bland instant coffee aroma spread around the room, replacing the fragrance of the red tea Otto prided himself in the last time Banagher took a drink from it. He let his body sink into the sofa and looked at the back of Frontal, who did not sit as he merely looked at the landscape painting, still giving off a presence that was not of a human. Perhaps the chilling atmosphere in this ship was a result of this mans arrival.

What Lieutenant Angelo said is the truth. Were taking the crew of this entire ship as hostages.

Frontal seemed to have detected Banaghers stare as he did not move while saying. Did Angelo tell him of this, or that he sensed that Angelo mentioned this before? Banagher was unable to tell as he wordlessly looked back.

But its not my intention to use hostages as shields to force you. You do have talent.

He turned around abruptly, and the stare from the mask remained unmoved. The anti-glare filter reflected a strong dazzling light, and Banagher, who was sitting on the sofa, tensed up.

Its a talent we need. No matter what path you take after that, itll be a waste to see a world dominated by the Federation bury such talent.

The hand with the white glove on it reached for the mask and took it off. The lush blond hair let out a flowing sound that overlapped with Minevas breath, and Angelo, who took a step forward, let out a faltering breath. Banagher exerted strength into his abdomen as he looked at the face which had its mask removed.

Will you assist me, Banagher Links? You have more worth than what you imagine yourself to be of.

The blue exposed eyes had an expression that was reading into other peoples hearts as it looked right back at him.Hes not talking about us, but me,this explanation caused Banagher to feel an unexpected weight, and he looked down at his clenched fists. He glanced at the glaring Angelo, and then looked at the overly handsome face in front of him, Why did you kill Mr Gibney? he eked out these wods.

Your ability alone can restrict his actions even if you dont kill him.

You should be able to understand, right?

The poker face was just like how it was with the mask on, and it was impossible to see what sort of expression Frontal was giving. Make an example of others, am I correct? Banagher immediately answered, Thats right. Frontal looked down at the former and showed a thin smile.

This is the talent I said of you, to see through others like this.

This is the talent of a killer, not a Newtype ability under Zeon Deikuns definition.

Banagher forgot the pressure surrounding him for a short moment. Who do you think youre talking to, kid! Angelo growled and reached his arm out before Frontal could reply, and grabbed Banagher by the collar.

What the Captain is saying is the responsibility that comes with the ability. What do you think will happen if that mechanics still alive? Therell be more of the same things happening, and more sacrifices will be made. Those who have the ability to see the future have the duty and responsibility to deal with such things coldly.

Even in low gravity, the arm strength to raise Banaghers weight with one arm was not to be underestimated. The expression was filled with personal emotions, a stark contrast to the words that were just said, and Banagher felt a suffocating fear.

Youre just running away from this responsibility, a fool who havent realized it at all.

I know that! But so what about those people who think that they can see the future? Theyre just like the dictators of the past or Char who threw an asteroid down onto Earth, its just a contest of who kills more here, right? My father who wanted to hand the Laplace Box to NewtypesCardeas Vist may be of the same kind as them!

The strength disappeared from Angelos hand, Father? and a surprised voice came out from his mouth. Banagher shook his hand off, stood up while staggering, and turned his stare at Frontal, who did not twitch his eyebrows in the slightest. So if theres really such a power, I have to be careful. I cant just fall into despair myself; I need to find a way for everyone to coexist together

The door suddenly opened, causing Banagher to swallow the latter half of his words.

Zinnerman opened the door, stopped for a moment as everyone looked at him, and stepped into the room. He did not look at anyone, and his bearded face gave off a familiar odor; Banagher stood at where he was as he turned his face away. He had been concerned about something all this while, but the moment Zinnerman appeared, he was unable to say anything. There was a voice bellowing in him, telling him that it was useless of him to say this. The word despair felt so clear in him, and he felt the knees that were supporting him in his resistance against Frontal lose strength.

Did Char, Father, threw the asteroid down to Earth and wanted to open the Box, the source of this conflict because they felt endless despair?He was shocked by this thought flashing through his mind, and was unable to find anything to argue back as he slumped into the sofa. With his back facing Mineva diagonally, ZInnerman looked at a corner of the room with all emotions gone from his eyes; Banagher again clenched his fists.

Anyway, I have no intention of helping Neo Zeon. If theres a responsibility, its mine since Im entrusted with the Box.

But we can say that since you say so, the hostages will lose their lives. What will you say about that?

Frontal turned the old scar on his forehead as he answered. Banagher lowered his head.

Your self-righteousness will kill many people. The outcome here will mean that youre doing no different from Char and your father, right?

The steady voice felt like a silk rope that was slightly choking his body and mind. If there were a devil in this world, perhaps this would be the voice he uses to mutter. Banagher was shocked by the blue eyes that were terrifyingly silent, and bit his lips as he could not argue back. Thats enough of your act here, Captain Frontal. However, an interrupting voice caused him to gasp.

You want to ask me, right? Where the Box is.

Mineva got up from her single-seat sofa and stared at Frontals face as she said this. The face that had been out of Banaghers consciousness up till this point caused his sweaty fists to cringe as it forced itself inside his sights.

Just ask honestly. Its an indulgent act to try