“ZICK-ZION！”

“ZICK-ZION！”

Such cheers continued to echo in the SIDE3 Outer Zeon Army's fleet communications. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Steinier didn't cheer with the crowd.

"Why are you still shouting hooray here when so many people have died......

"Is the life of a civilian so worthless?"

Trying his best to suppress his voice, Neil pressed his body against the force of the safety lock against the driver's seat.

Click!

As Neil leaned fully back in his chair, his helmet collided with a hard object......

"What's wrong, Second Lieutenant Thompson Steinier?"

It was Neil's co-pilot and fire controller: Lieutenant Claire Kennedy.

Lieutenant Claire, dressed in a light blue standard uniform, was once the best MS pilot training instructor in the army, but after the defeat of Zeon on January 1, 0080, he was relieved of his position as a training instructor and became a test pilot for the latest MS.

The unwavering sound was like a machine, and it instantly brought Neil back to his senses.

With a shake of his head, Neil lowered the internal temperature of the standard suit to 26 degrees Celsius.

Feeling the coolness coming from his skin to his body, Neil replied, "It's nothing, just thinking about how many unrelated civilians have died for this war." ”

"Hmph...... There were no people in the war who had nothing to do with the war. Not in the past, not now, and not in the future. All the people who die are unlucky, or they deserve to die. ”

"Why? Lieutenant. ”

Claire did not speak, but turned off all external communications, and then put his helmet on Neil's helmet and said: "The peasants produce food for the army, the workers produce guns and ammunition and MS parts, and the merchants pay taxes to the government to maintain the army." All of them are unconsciously supporting the war. Of course, this is what the big guy above said. But, in fact, it's for the sake of confusing the people at the bottom. Think about it, how many people are in favor of the war and how many are against it? Those who oppose the war can only be charged with supporting the enemy country and give them death. ”

"Lieutenant, why do you say that?"

"You don't have to think about it to know what you think, in this war, the proportion of civilians killed is 1/3000. Most of the dead and wounded were civilians from our own country. So you'd be forgiven for saying that. ”

“…… Lieutenant ......"

Before Neil could say anything, Claire tapped on his helmet and motioned for him to shut up.

Is that war......

Neil muttered to himself.

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At a distance of about 30,000 kilometers from SIDE3, two blue MSs are heading side by side towards the moon.

One is a blue MS with gold horns and a strangely patterned thruster on both shoulders.

One is an MS that looks like a white demon called a white demon from decades ago.

But for some reason, it seems that no one is driving these two MSs, just drifting aimlessly according to the predetermined track......

The only thing that makes people feel strange is the wonderful blue-green light emitted by the two MSs after they deviated from the orbit in order to correct their orbits......

Years later.

UC.101/25/12

The passage of time seems to change nothing. This is true for Neil, and it is true for Claire.

Five years had passed since the Third Principality's War of Independence, and after the war ended, it was quite normal that all the armies were reorganized, and the redundant units were removed and dismissed.

There is no independent number, and there is only one transport ship with the name of "NEWZION 3rd MS Test Team", which Neal and Claire are on.

The whole ship had 20 people, 11 bridge members, 7 logistics personnel, and 2 pilots, and they were assigned to the Free City located in the corner of the moon after the war.

Because of his meritorious service, he was assigned a good job. Although the salary has not increased, it is much easier than in the army.

That's what Neil thought.

But in reality, it was clear to everyone.

This guy who has been out of the army for five years and thinks that his life after being discharged from the army is better than that of the army, but he is actually pretending!

Neil was an MS test pilot who was assigned to the Anaheim branch at SIDE3 prior to the Third Revolutionary War, but after the Third Revolutionary War began, his sister, who had come with him to SIDE3, was repatriated to the Commonwealth for reasons of stance, and was not heard from for several years......

Although he asked Bell to help him find his sister, but due to the chaos of the war, Bell was not able to find it, although it was certain that he was not dead, but he never found it.

Let's talk about something else.

Let's start with a phone call Neil received the other day.

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Jingle bell~

Neil's unfamiliar ringtone woke him up from his slumber and reluctantly picked up the phone he had dropped under the couch, and Neil said, "Hello, this is the Mithril Mechanical Recycling Yard, and it's off-duty time, so let's talk about it and fart if there's something to do." ”

The Mithril Recycling Yard is the factory where Neil and the entire ship's personnel are assigned, a company to be precise, mainly responsible for the recovery and scrapping of retired weapons, vehicles, and MS for the military. However, because the whole process is operated by the machine itself, except for the manpower required to return to the warehouse, it is still an easy job.

And since most of the recyclables come from the military, they are basically regular customers.

And only one customer was not registered......

"Neil, I have two strange items for you to recycle, and I think you'll be interested in these two 'goods'."

"Ah, Bell, why did you get something strange again? I haven't settled the matter with you about the bottles of biochemical infections that you kid asked me to recycle last time! ”

"Well, don't mention the past, anyway, I hope you can come over as soon as possible, otherwise the lovely 'goods' will be taken away by others, which will be a huge loss for you."

"What the hell is it, mysterious ......?"

"It's hard to say the specific situation on the phone, but you'll know when you come."

Hanging up the phone, Neil put on his coat and prepared to go see what Bell was talking about.

Bell's colony base is on the edge of the lightline, a closed type called Calel

Base.

While complaining about the ever-increasing cost of vehicle maintenance, Neil drove out of the colony in a heavy truck.

After an hour......

The gate of the base, painted moon gray, slowly opened, and with the sound of the air compressor running, a 30-meter-long, 20-meter-wide, and 35-meter-high Gnaku appeared in front of Neil's eyes.

"ID authentication passed...... Biocertification completed...... The visitor was Thompson Steinier. Passage is permitted. ”

A lifeless synth sound echoes from the cab, and a robotic arm grabs Neil's van to Gnacuri.

Soon after, the inside of Gnaku was filled with air again.

Pushing open the door, Neil saw Bell in standard clothes standing in front of him.

"I think these things can be sold for a good price, but as for whether you use them yourself or the army, it's up to you to decide."

"What do you say, we only collect waste here, and what can be used is ......"

Neil didn't continue, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

Those were two behemoths.

It has blue, white, and red exterior armor, and a special V-shaped antenna mounted on a human-like head.

In the area that is the collarbone relative to a human, one is equipped with heavy armor, and the other is equipped with two long yellow antennas.

The angular bodies were not intended to hide their identity as war machines, and beneath the monitor on their heads, six letters were inscribed into them.

GUNDAM

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"Hey, let's make a price!"

Bell patted Neil on the shoulder and said, "These things were found by my people on the far side of the moon, and it took a lot of effort, so let's make a price." ”

"Are you sure this isn't the latest weapon of the Federation?"

"Of course, the exterior material of these two MSs is E-carbon, not the Luna titanium alloy commonly used by the Union Army, and the people at Anaheim have said they don't know about these two bodies."

"Then the price is easy to say......"

"Oh, yes......"

Gnacurry, Belle's expression hidden under the brim of his cowboy hat, became eerie.