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>>6420522

>Endurance Roll = 17 [Yzak Joule has received no injuries]

Yzak could only shake their controls as they weathered themselves off from the sheer pressure and counter-pressure exerted by the clean blow his armour was withstanding.

Struggling for that certain moment as he yoked out of their grasp, sudden pressure letting the young pilot know one thing.

"Hull breach...!?" Toggling the bulk sealing of their cockpit and enabling the air-seal of his helmet to fasten, Yzak readied to counter away at the Strike...

Before realizing it was already leaving, Yzak quickly storing their saber and raising their remade rifle as he tried to trail shot after shot against it...

He knew he could close the gap and attack them directly, but an ill feeling immediately dulled his most head-strong feelings ahead.

Even more-so compounded by the Strike effortlessly dodging away each of their shots as they reached the Gamow.

"Damn it... Damn it all!!" Yzak cursed, rejoining the fleeing squad as they watched forth, the Gamow beginning to turn back as its now effective defense wore off the battered Alliance fighters...

[ GINN D-Tec, Buster Gundam, Duel Gundam unable to deploy on next engagement, Morale of the Le Creuset Squad has lowered ]

>>6420623

The Gamow was finally able to turn back as you counted the expelled shots of the Grapeshot... Two left in the chamber, Mainly using it as an effective corraling tool for Lieutenant DesLisle and the remaining Gamow piloting crew to get them off the battered ship's wake-.

Yet, you struggle with pushback in your controls as an explosion, No, Two. rock your mobile suit upon the void of space.

Deeper into the formation, two escort Drake Classes exploded, finished off by a moving red blur far away into the distance...

The sheer destructive power of the G-Weapons... Befelled upon those who comissioned them made.

Yet, You freeze, A pressure ill-running through your entire body as you likewise notice the Black CGUE of DesLisle flinch-.

As a passing blur moved forth to intercept the Aegis in its attempt.

>Intercept the Strike right now!
>Focus on defending the Gamow, the Moebius squads haven't pulled back in full.
>Leave DesLisle and the Gamow's squad to defend the retreating ship, it'll cost you some time. But you can manage to help Athrun right when it arrives!
>Write-In

>>6420629
>Intercept the Strike right now!

>>6420629
>Intercept the Strike right now!

I'll go along with this but I don't think this will stop Athrun from being distracted. Nor do I think he'll let us kill Kira.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>6420629
>>6420683
>>6421043

You almost didn't manage to catch it, Garodo pulling aim-asisstance duty as you pulled out the Beam Pistol within Quick Succession.

None of your shots land, and the microbattery feeding it ejects itself as Garodo groaned "Pulling from the main battery now. Should be good to-!"

You didn't waste time, immediately flagging the Strike as a threat as you called out for support "Fleur, The Strike-!" The CGUE moved at your command, almost as if on first instinct it'd knew your attempt to cut off the Archangel's unit from reaching its target.

While the Gundam was far, far faster than you'd both expected, it could only do as much to outpace by essentially bursting in a straight-line.

Something you both took advantage off as Fleur's rifle rounds peppered and worn down at their battery with calculated hits and yet-.

"H-Hey! Come back, the Moebius aren't-!"

Rollo called out before N-Jammer interference blasted his signal, letting you know that you couldn't push it past this once chance as Athrun's Aegis poised itself, aiming at the main battleship of the Alliance's fleet with their Mobile Armour's cannon.

As you raised the Shotgun towards the Strike, it momentarily stopping as Fleur's CGUE risks itself fronting it.

>Roll a d100

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>6421543

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>6421543

>>6421543

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>6421543
Rollin

Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>6421543

You had the shot lined up and yet...

>Frontal Assault = 17 - 10 [7, Majour Failure

You shot out of instict at the Strike Skillfully gliding past the ramming attack, before spinning away into the fray, aiming and shooting three beam rifle shots onto the CGUE as your second-to-last shot broadly misses its mark.

"Lieutenant Fleur!" Yelling out within the panic of it all, your first instinct was to try and aid them as their frame is obscured by an explosion but...

With only one shot in the clip... You cannot waste it.

Engaging Green Mirage as Moebius patrols disengage away to try and pick at you, you skillfully yoke and weave across with wide motions, using the telescopic design lf the Shotgun to reduce your suits profile and thrust full-speed-ahead towards the Strike as it discarded its beam rifle.

Leading right into the formation of remaining Ships, Athrun now visible enough from your distance as you weave downwards from a scattered volley of Cannon fire from the remaining escorts of the fleet.

Gritting your teeth and beginning to feel pressure lurching within your chest from the complex G-Force your maneuevers across unever gunfire to catch a suit far faster than yours...

A beeping snapping you in panic from your sheer focus

"We've got a minute of Green Mirage, Battery's on the reds and going dark!" Garodo stated alarmed as you likewise began to lean far forth against the pressure, yelling out as the telescopic shotgun unravels across the Green-Frame's arms as you barrel-rolled away from a shot of the main battleship.

Right as Athrun charged up their Mobile Armor cannon, the Strike flipping a knife away from its leg compartments as your shaky aiming reticles and the inherent volatily of Green-Mirage's human-reflex-like movements made this shot far harder to-.

Until something latched onto the Strike, A CGUE's torso with one arm attached, black in coloration and sparking intensely as the Strike tried to grapple it away from it

"Take the shot, doesn't matter if you hit me, but end it!" Fleur commanded out as you heard struggling within her tone to keep from succumbing to pain...

You confirmed lock and... Fired away as the tightly-packed shrapnel shot went flying towards the struggling Strike.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>6422257

Kira's focus was... Completely in surviving this ordeal by any and all means, sheer, alarming and overbearing survival instinct going overboard yet allowing him precise, calm manipulation of the Strike.

That did not matter if he himself was surprised by something he had considered done-in, as the Black CGUE held tightly to the Strike's arm.

"L-Let-Let go!" Kira stuttered as he unconsciously drooled from the side of his lip, the sheer panic of getting caught beginning to wane his focus away as he struggled with what he had deemed necessary for his survival.

It was extremely selfish to abandon the Archangel in a panic... But he can't leave his, his friends and everyone's from Artemis salvations by dooming the Advance Fleet.

He had to save it, He had to... Fight to protect his and his friend's lives

Which made the fact he recognized the claw-like Machine in front of them charging and-.

>Miracle Shot = 97 - 10 [Majour Success]

Kira's focus outright waned entirely as he was rocked from within his cockpit by a hard knock to their back, Beeping and alarms ensuing from the Cockpit as his now fully overwhelmed mind began to become unable to process the weight of the situation, Hyperventilating and-.

"Major damage to Striker Pack.. ejecting and detonating-!? What?! Why?!" Kira couldn't comprehend it, but it became utmostly clear that the Aile pack had gotten severely damaged by a focused blow, emergency systems beginning a purge of it while enacting the anti-tamper explosives in the unit as Kira's Suit jostled wildly, the Aile pack's vernier backpack and remaining weapons ejecting with violence from the Mobile Suit as they slam against the one-Armed CGUE...

And exploding far away, Kira's manic sense of focus outright disintegrating as the sudden reality of his situation befalls him as he stabilizes from the exploding wave's aftermath.

His eyes affixing to Athrun's unit as he desperately opened up communications "STOOOP, Athrun!"

>>6422556

>Power-Shot = 10 [Majour Failure]

It was then and there, as the Backpack unit of the Strike exploded along with the Remains of the CGUE...

That you heard the Strike's pilot pleading with Athrun, as the Aegis's shot suddenly went awry, it's powerful beam cannon broadly missing the intended target of the Nelson-Class battleship as the both of them stared to each other-.

For a brief moment, before you rushed in to the source of the Strike's equipment explosion, the Aegis instead being focus fired by the remaining Drake-Class escorts as it dodged and weaved, but nevertheless found themselves pinned between the Enemy's lines

For your part, your Battery reached emergency supplies, sluggishly looking at the Sparking model as its cockpit's safety exit hydraulically jettisons itself out.

"Lieutenant, Jump out to my hand!" You called out as the Redcoat Normal Suit looked aback towards you as it floated-

Before the CGUE itself finally detonated from the abuse it had withstood, the woman having barely jumped out from it as your eyes went wide

>Endurance Roll = 16 [Fleuret DesLisle has sustained a Minour Injury, Endurance Lowered. CGUE DesLisle Custom destroyed]

Catching the body before immediately shielding it from enemy fire as you raised the Shield, you open your cockpit and shove the Lieutenant's limp, Barely breathing body inside of it-.

Until the firing untimely stops.

Checkmate at hand as the Blitz stood forth at the Bridge of the Nelson Battleship, It's lancer dart aimed squarely for it as Nicol barked an order.

"Surrender now! You are completely at my mercy."

Nicol had them but...

You didn't expect for the Nelson to openly engage in communications as two transmissions could be seen.

"Coordinator Devils... It would be unwise for you all to try and sink one of our remaining vessels, the Archangel class included." A middle-aged man in a suit talked from within a bridge as your eyes went wide in surprise at the content of the second transmission "After all, The Songstress of your forces is aboard one of them."

The pink-haired young woman held up at gunpoint froze your veins as the attacks completely ceased.

"I'll see to it for now that we negotiate our exit strategy and bargain her life... For our Blue and Pure World"

[ https://files.catbox.moe/rpb49r.mp3 ]

>>6422613

The Hangar of the Vesalius was filled with uncertainty at the news of the Capture and soon hostaging of Lacus Clyne.

"They attacked the Silverwind... Bastards, the whole lot of their kind!"

"What're we going to do?! We can't even slaughter them, We don't even know which vessel has her!"

"Rollo went and turned that ambush into a bloody beating, We ought'd get him out of that damn chair at the Gamow!"

"The Buster and Duel went straight to the Nemo, I'm worried we're short on manpower because of that damned legged ship's ace"

Blame, Infamy and more than anything, shame befelled the crewmen as you watched them uncertain over the turn of events, it was unfortunate but...

The reality of the Alliance having such a key asset to the PLANTs morale and the Supreme Chairman's daughter no less unsettled most of them.

You didn't really think of it as much as how the Strike's pilot managed to fight you all off near effectively just to stop Athrun from destroying the flagship of the fleet... He came far too close to managing to get close and yet...

Athrun missed the shot and someone is in the medbay clinging to life as you try to saunter off the anxiety and the memory of their blood in your hands, rubbing them intently until the main physician of the Vesalius came out.

"She's stable, it was... Far more bloodily threatening than it was serious wound, but we bandaged her face to let some very close misses with shrapnel heal on their own" They commented loosening their shoulder with a roll as you nodded.

Thanking him properly before being allowed in to the bedrest area, the accomplished officer's face being bandaged in full in contrast with their gown...

You sit right beside them, unmoving as if asleep as you raised your hand towards the edge of the hospital bed-.

Yet immediately flinch as Fleuret's hand goes forth and clasps yours with force, pulling back and out from sheer startling panic yet the woman's grip remained unchallenged as she groaned out...

"Warm... It's Warm."

The comment unnerves and shames you a bit from your previous fussling with your hands yet, you didn't need to clarify as the woman properly stated what she meant.

"Your presence... It is different from Rau's" As she suddenly mentioned the Captain of the Vesalius, you arced an eyebrow to the strange motion of her tone before she cleared her throat "It baffles me to even consider how you keep going, moment by moment, despite your status."

You're... Odded out from the firm questioning you have as Fleur waited away from an answer from you.

"I can't see your face... But do try and tell me, What do you fight this war for?"

>Justice, for all the fallen.
>Peace, For the broken bridges
>Silence, of all the discord
>Write-in

>>6422665
>Silence, of all the discord

>>6422665
>Silence, of all the discord

>>6422665
>>6422858
>>6422859

You had, nicer, loftier... Ideal ways to convey what you ultimately wanted to, the kinds that would sound hopeful and proactive for any prying ear or open mind but...

Over almost a year of being part of ZAFT, over that poorly-planned deception, to your time instructed at the academy and even beyond active duty.

It weighed on you, almost a bit, despite it being cloth and despite Clyne's appeals that it was only a wartime measure... The Black-Band around your left arm fundamentally represented the incongruous mistrust the Coordinators of the PLANTs heralded to their fellow Naturals despite sharing the same struggles.

And as the war kept fighting on, the news began to reveal some of the public's perception over it all...

It wasn't getting any better and that... That put a weight on you, pushed by Circumstance and politics into the public eye because of your special status as the only Natural Pilot of ZAFT.

"I... I once had a time in my life when labels like Coordinator and Natural meant nothing at all." Pulling out of DesLisle's grip, you breathed in, acknowledging it's slightly betraying your facade "Sounds absurd, I know... But it was a time I would much rather go back to rather than this one, the Discord, the Apathy... The Hatred. I want it silenced, mayhaps for good." Looking dead-on at her bandaged visage... You felt some part of her covered expression shift as DesLisle laid their hand atop their stomach.

"A lofty goal... One that's unachievable., try however much you like. You cannot erase the clear difference between Natural and Coordinator" DesLisle brutally honest rejection to your ideals slightly irks you from the somewhat vulnerable position you let yourself within to even tell her... Enough to properly stand up and... Go for a hunch at the back of your head, trying to maintain measured composure.

"Maybe, but I lived it for just a bit... I can be as much an example of it as you could be, too."

That... That one outright made DesLisle freeze as they slowly raised their torso from the hospital bedding, fist clenched away as they commanded outright.

"Get out."

>>6424085

To meet Margellan afterwards, as you settled to shuttle to the Nemo with the Green Frame in tow for maintenance.

You didn't even need to ask even the time for Margellan to slump upon their chair, groaning in defeat "Even without Rollo's bullheaded charge, We're fucked six ways into hell by that Alliance wig." Raising up slightly as he heeded your attention, Margellan clears their throat "Can't say it any other way, we're held by the balls and we've nary got a say on it than trying to find a way's out."

Through his... Colourful commentary, you'd become increasingly aware of not only the fractured trust in the Gamow's captain, his Crew having petitioned for his removal of duty and the proper jusrisdiction at least indicating he be withold after essentially sending half a piloting corp specifically supplied to him into a wall of Guns.

"Least of all, the stupid demands the man wants guarantees the fact he knows we can't fight back." Margellan lined up as the shuttle docked "He wants the G-Weapons returned, safe passage away from the colony's wreck, wants one or more of our aces and isn't even guaranteeing that he's releasing the Pinky Pop star, I can see it in his confidence. He wants that girl in Washington to bolster whatever kiss-ass rep he has." taking a nod to each point, an ill-feeling does resurface as you remind yourself of how he... Capitalized upon his sudden revelation.

"Why did he say the Blue Cosmos slogan? It doesn't really track with the efforts of-" Margellan raised their finger as close as he could to your face, shushing you from saying something stupid... Or so you think, It's hard to tell both with the rude silence and his apparent lack of height.

"Natural, you're the one who's lived his whole life on Earth, you tell me when hasn't some big shot premier shown up with that ugly blue pin on their lapel, or some avant-garde actress warded her likeness over those genetically engineered... Maybe even a bratwurst eating competition going on about the topic. You're willfully blind if you don't see the clear gerry-mandering and influence that group does for so-called Ecological protection" Not quite sure with the last example being him pulling your leg or not... You went on for the second topic at hand... The damage reports and what forces remain deployable.

"Uh... I haven't gotten a peep on that, as soon as the shots ended and the fleet reorganized for planning, I shuttled straight to the Vesalius. I need to soeak to you about that too but... Let's see. Your blueblood friends have Phase-Shift Armour so they can't have been hurt too badly now that we have the proper maintenance manuals."

>>6424221

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

Wincing as Margellan exclaims out in horror at the openly melted fusselage of the Duel Gundam's chest, having dropped a variety of expletives and having to be restrained from leaping forth at its Pilot once he'd seen them until he calmed down enough to work on it at first sight of it...

Well, it's only led to Yzak having to stand down for the admonishment of his lifetime "You fucking Idiot! The fuck did you do, walk into a Beam Saber and let it restore your honour as a piece of shit?!" The blonde short man only got a roll of the eyes from the pilot, just as Dearka tried to wordlessly convince Yzak to accept the bereavement to the latters chargrin "You've got as much fault in this gigantic fuck-up as I do responsibility in fixing it right. So don't ever do it again, you understand you blue-blooded leech?!"

Yzak just sighed, practically done with it all as he smacked Dearka's hand from his shoulder "Crystal, Midget. That Traitor somehow got the upper hand on me and it won't happen again." Yzak made do with a threat to the Strike's pilot... Wherever he may be as Margellan tossed their arms up in the air, waving off crews working on resupplying the Aegis and Blitz.

"Whatever! So now I need to mould out the mix of the Phase-Shift outer-finish by making parts and filler for the melted entryway... Fucking hell! Why can't I ever get the parts I don't think I'll need delivered to my fucking hands in cases like this!" He pointed forth towards Yzak as he wrote down orders for their mechanics crew "You're helping, Bucko. I should probably ask you to let me fuck your Mom after this as repayment for this, If I could even stand her-!"

Yzak this time exploded forth towards Margellan, requiring you and Dearka to hold him back as he rabidly tried to push and tackle past you both "The fuck did you say about my Mom, You bespectacled speck of-!?"

Margellan however, only acknowledged away at the Buster and Mayano's hightailed GINN, writing down before shaking his head "Hey, Dark-Skin. You're lucky your weapons had Phase-shift for their shooting functions... But you aren't deploying as they are, I'll work an improvement while I fix them... And, I'll have a talk with Arisman for her to respect the sepulchral GINN... Now that it's missing parts."

It soon befelled you how lacking in spirit the Le Creuset Squad had been after this operation, knowing full well they've all been held aghast by the Alliance capturing Lacus first...

You cannot say you aren't either

>>6424232

>Athrun and Nicol are discussing something as far away from prying ears... What is that about?
>Go help put Yzak and Margellan with the repairs of the Duel... Maybe you can hear what the latter wanted to tell you even.
>Follow Dearka along as he leaves the Hangar, It's clear this deployment's left him a bit hung up over the head.
>Find Miguel and Mayano, given they're now crewmen specific to the Nemo... It suffices to say they'll have an idea how everyone's in the mechanic vessel's feeling
>Write-in

>>6424245
>Go help put Yzak and Margellan with the repairs of the Duel... Maybe you can hear what the latter wanted to tell you even.

I'm curious on what he wanted to say. It's either that or the mechanics of the crew. Sometimes the little guy is who you have to talk to get a pulse of the whole crew.

>>6424245
>Find Miguel and Mayano, given they're now crewmen specific to the Nemo... It suffices to say they'll have an idea how everyone's in the mechanic vessel's feeling
>>6424349
>the captain of the ship is the little guy

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