755 hours

Half-hour.

For people in times of peace, it's a meal time, a time to pull a friend to play a game.

However, at this time, for the remnants of the regrouped Earth United Fleet, it was already a long time to struggle to get back up after crawling from hell. In order to re-engage in the general attack as soon as possible, Bucky Lulu, as a temporary commander, made many cruel decisions, such as giving up several warships that should have been able to hold out until the rescue arrived, giving up some of the attack swords that could be re-entered into battle after a short period of emergency repairs, forcibly ordering these attack daggers to board the attack daggers that had been prepared for a long time, and even letting these pilots who were supposed to fight as MS pilots get on the pilot's seat of Morbius, With the idea that one force is one force, he tried his best to equip the Earth United Fleet, which is now on the verge of extinction, with a trace of strength.

Finally, after a short period of intense command and operation, the remnants of the fleet, which was almost doomed, once again gathered a part of its strength. Although this part of the power is far less powerful than the swaggering, high-spirited United Earth Fleet before. However, now, they had no choice, and the only option in front of them was to rush to the aid of the 17th Task Force as fast as possible, and work with them to break through the strong defenses of Yajin Duwey, and destroy the monster weapon before the earth was targeted.

At the same time, when the remnants of the Earth United Fleet were dispatched again, on the other side of the battlefield, two warships were rushing towards the battlefield at a rapid pace.

In its Gnaku, a member of the maintenance squad nervously made the final preparations before the attack.

Kusanagi.

The team of female MS pilots who followed Cagalli into the universe finally ushered in their first cosmic battle. Due to the previous battle, they couldn't get involved, so even if they had attacked before, the chance of being able to get them to shoot was almost zero.

On the opposite side of this MA heretic team, a Strike Gundam equipped with a backpack system somewhat similar to the IWSP Strike Pack is welcoming its owner.

"Miss Cagalli. While this system could theoretically give you more freedom to control your body's movements, given that you've just had surgery and haven't tried to adapt to the system's workings at all. I'd suggest you should now slash the performance of this, Crimson Strike by 30%. Cagalli, who had changed into a pilot's suit, jumped on the ground, and the Dr. Chisali, who was following her, followed her, and persuaded her bitterly.

Cagalli was unhappy with Dr. Chisali's persuasion, but after all, Dr. Chisari had once again given her the right to move freely. In the face of such a great favor, Cagalli, who has a big personality, did not dare to refute a few words, and could only silently bear the nagging of Dr. Chisali. However, even in front of the cockpit of Yan Hong's strong attack, Dr. Chisali's persuasion had no chance of stopping. In desperation, Cagalli pressed her right hand on the edge of the cockpit door and looked back at the doctor who had been so kind to her.

"Dr. Zisali. I know what you say. But now the situation, you know. Our combat strength is seriously insufficient, and if we rush into the battlefield like this, what will be the consequences, I think you also know the doctor. So, where there is strength, there is strength. No more talking. โ€

With that, Cagalli bowed and jumped into the cockpit. As the cockpit closed, Dr. Chisali's calls were silenced from the outside.

"Hey, hey, hey!! Miss Cagalli! Miss Cagalli. Seeing that the cockpit was closed, Cagalli had no intention of listening, and Dr. Zisari had to reach out and grope beside the cockpit of the red assault. After finding the button he wanted, the doctor said, "Miss Cagalli." I know. But at the very least, three minutes before the start of the engagement, you'll have to reduce the performance of Crimson Strike to 70% so that your body can get used to it. If you do that, you'll at least be able to hold on a little longer. โ€

After Dr. Zisali's words and a moment of silence, Cagalli's voice finally came from within.

"I see. Dr. Zisali. I'll do what you say. Please return to the safe zone as soon as possible. โ€

"That's fine. Well, Miss Cagalli, be careful. โ€

As Dr. Zisali's voice faded away, Cagalli, who was sitting in the cockpit, watched his departing back and twisted the cold pipe in her hand vigorously. I saw that Cagalli didn't immediately reduce the performance of the red attack as she just said, but instead, Cagalli's gaze kept wandering back and forth between the keyboard and the line in her hand.

"The ship has arrived at the predetermined coordinates! All MS Sortie! All MS Sortie! โ€

Suddenly, just as Cagalli was hesitating, the order to attack was given. Eventually, Cagalli gritted her teeth, temporarily dropped the line in her hand, put her hands on the keyboard, and quickly lowered the performance of the Crimson Strike to 70% as Dr. Zisari had said, and then picked up the line that had been thrown aside again, and slammed it into the semicircular bulge behind her.

At the moment when the pipe and the semicircular bulge were perfectly combined, Cagalli's eyes suddenly widened, and her face became extremely distorted.

"Ho... Uhยทยทยท Hoh..."

The girl's body trembled continuously, and the air in her lungs was squeezed out by an invisible force almost at this moment, making the girl feel almost suffocated.

At this moment, the girl felt countless currents rushing into her body from the bulging pipe that connected her back, making her lose control of her body in an instant. Just as Cagalli almost felt that death was opening its arms to her, a pair of huge steel hands suddenly reached out from the darkness behind Cagalli, rescuing her from the arms of death and enveloping her into an embrace surrounded by steel.

"Ho... Hoh... Hoh..."

Sensations gradually returned, and Cagalli's gasps continued to echo through the cockpit. In that recovering vision, Cagalli saw a hint of blush wafting from her helmet. It's blood. That's what Cagalli's brain told her.

"Hey! Cagalli! Cagalli. Are you okay? At that moment, Professor Erica's voice rang out. She seemed a little worried.

Cagalli took off her helmet, wiped her nose vigorously, looked at the red on her gloves and said, "Ah." It's okay. Now I feel good. โ€

There was silence across the headset. Then Dr. Tessali's voice rang out again.

"Miss Cagalli. How's it going? โ€

"Doctor. Thank! Now I feel really good. I'm going to strike! Cagalli wiped away the nosebleeds and put her helmet back on, her voice firm.

"That's good. Remember what I said. Dr. Zisali gave him a word of advice, and then handed the headset back to Professor Erica.

Professor Erica nodded to Dr. Zisali, then picked up the headset again and asked with concern, "Cagalli, is it really okay?" It's okay if you don't attack. โ€

"Nope! Professor Erica. This is my duty and the obligation of the Asghar family. โ€

At this point, Professor Erica has nothing to say. "Then, the line is cleared, and the red attack Gundam is coming, please attack."

"Yes. Crimson Strike Gundam, Cagalli Yura Asha, Attack! Driven by the catapult, the mech, which Cagalli had high hopes for, finally struck with Cagalli when she got back on her feet.

In that moment of light, the corners of Dr. Tsisali's mouth, standing on the bridge of the Kusanagi, curled slightly.

"Not bad! It's really nice! I didn't expect the body of the natives of this world to be so good. At this age, after receiving that contraindicated surgery, I was able to familiarize myself with the operation in such a short period of time. Not bad! Not bad! โ€

At this moment, the elevator door opened. A tall woman in a pink nurse's uniform walked up slowly. After a brief greeting to the people around her, she came to Dr. Zisali's side and whispered, "Doctor, you're ready." โ€

"Hmm. I know. Dr. Chisari withdrew his gaze, nodded, and said, "Then, Your Excellency Chisaka, Professor Erica, I will take my leave. Next, I have a few more things to do. After all, it's still in the middle of the battle. โ€

To the praise of Chisaka and Professor Erica, Dr. Chisari left the bridge with his beautiful nurse.

-- Dividing line --

Time passed minute by minute. After regrouping, the remnants of the United Earth Fleet finally gained the strength to fight ZAFT once again after some intense integration and reorganization.

However, Bucky Lulu didn't know, and neither did Yazlar. By the time they had finished regrouping and rushed to Yakin-Duwe at full speed, the half-hour countdown had already come to an end.

Yagin Duwe Fortress.

Patrick Sarah, who had been sitting in silence for a long time, finally moved.

"How's the situation with the Earth fleet?"

The masked man standing behind him immediately responded, "The main fleet seems to be regrouping, and the 17th Task Force is now in a scorching battle with our defenders. โ€

Hearing this, Patrick Sara snorted coldly. "If you just run back to the lunar base, that's fine. Even if you stay here and survive?! It's good. The second shot of Genesis is ready to be completed. โ€

"So, is the target of the second shot?" Kreuzer wasted no time in asking.

"Do you still need to ask? Lunar bases, of course. That Task Force 17 was nothing more than fleas. "Patrick Sara seems to feel like the winner is in hand." Victory is so simple that we hold it in our hands. โ€

"So, what about after that? Third shot. Kreuzer asked again.

"If a natural person is interested..."

"So, is it Earth?" Kreuzer snapped asking.

"Hmph." Patrick snorted heavily, seemingly dissatisfied with Kreuzer's snatching words. But he didn't say much, just said coldly: "If the natural man does not surrender, then the earth is like this." If, at the end of the war, it is meaningless not to win the victory. โ€

The corners of Kreuzer's mouth, which was standing behind Patrick Sarah, gradually curled up in an arc. "Worthy of Speaker Sarah."

"It's time!" Patrick Sara stood up abruptly and shouted, "Target, Earth United Lunar Base." โ€

"The goal, the Earth United Lunar Base. Start injecting coordinates and make adjustments!! The operator repeats Patrick Sarah's commands while operating the keyboard to enter various data.

Kreuzer looked at the busy command hall and said slowly, "Then, Your Excellency the Speaker." In order to protect the Genesis launch from being affected, it is also time for me to strike. โ€

"Oh? Kreuzer. Do you understand your responsibilities? Now you don't allow failure anymore. This is also punishment for your failure to sink the Eternity. Patrick Sara turned and looked sharply at Kreuzer as he spoke.

"Yes. Subordinates know. Kreuzer lowered his posture and replied in a sincere panic.

"So, there you go!"

"Yes. Your Excellency the Speaker. โ€

While the operators entered the coordinates of the lunar base, Kreuzer quickly went to the locker room, changed into a pilot suit and took the final potion, and with the help of the maintenance staff, he boarded the Oracle's Gundam, the body he had prepared for him.

Looking at the constantly lit screen, Kreuzer's gaze became colder and colder. "It can be done. What he can do, I'm sure I can do. I'll show you if I can do it! โ€

"Line cleared, Oracle Gundam, please attack!"

"Roger! Oracle Gundam, Rau Rue Kreuzer, Attack! โ€

At the same time, when the Oracle Gundam soared from the ground, Genesis once again burst into the light of destruction.