Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

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Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

Post by Fraktal »

He didn't know how to define the darkness before him.

It was darkness, and yet it was not.

It was empty, and yet it was not.

It was nothing… and yet it was eternity.

All the times he reached beyond the state of existence known by Oldtypes couldn't even remotely compare to this. The "expansion of consciousness", as scientists called it, even though it was more than that. Only Newtypes knew for sure, only Newtypes could know for sure - and yet that description didn't quite describe it. Couldn't describe it. For Newtypes, their state of existence simply was. No description needed. And yet no description was possible, for thoughts put to words by a human mind simply could not describe what laid beyond the bounds of a human mind.

What his mind now glimpsed upon eclipsed all of that. There was no expansion. There was only him and the Beyond, towering over him in its infinity.

But even as it pulled at him, his very soul feeling the threshold of transcendence…

…he hesitated.

And as if to answer that hesitation, a familiar form appeared before him. – "You are not ready."

"What do you mean?" – He did not consciously will to respond, but the words were spoken true.

"I can feel it." – her spirit slowly circled around him. – "You feel as you still have things left to do."

And the nature of his hesitation revealed itself to him. There was no point in denying it. – "...you're right."

"And you are honest about it. I've always liked that in you."

"As opposed to Char?" – he asked bitterly.

He more felt than saw Lalah frown. – "I never wanted the two of you to fight."

"We don't always get what we want. If Char wouldn't have wanted to force the hand of history, none of this would've happened."

"If he wouldn't have done it, someone else would've."

Anger welled up in him. – "So I should've just left everyone to die?!"

"Am I not dead?"

"People only have one life! If they lose it, it's all over for them!"

"Am I not talking to you right now?"

"Don't give me that!" – He reached out and grabbed her shoulder. Though he wasn't sure if that really happened or if his mind was just making the sensation up to make sense of what it was perceiving. – "Being able to talk to someone isn't the same as being there with them! It can't even begin to compare! All the people, all those who died today, they still had things to do in life! Should they give all of it up just because you say it's okay to do so?!"

"I never said that–"

"If you say people should abandon their state of existence for another just because you think it's better for them…" – he interrupted her. – "If you truly believe that, then you are the same as Char. We cannot make that kind of choice for them. No one can. People must make that choice by themselves."

"You talk as though death is the end of everything." – Lalah remarked.

Which only rekindled his anger. – "If death is not the end, why didn't you stop him?!"

"You did that yourself, captain." – Chan pointed out as she materialized out of nowhere.

"And how many people died to make that happen?!"

"You're a soldier yourself. You know that we can't save everyone, no matter how hard we try."

"I know, but that still doesn't make it right."

He wouldn't accept it. He couldn't accept it. The frustration, the powerlessness, the knowledge that he could do nothing… all feelings he was familiar with ever since that day fate decided to put him on center stage. A day he always felt ambivalent about: the day when everything started going downhill…

…and the day when he became able to make a difference.

With that, a decision blossomed in his mind. – "I want to go back."

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"No one has the power to bring back the dead." – Lalah replied. – "Not even you."

"You said it yourself, captain: people only have one life." – Chan added. – "Even you."

But the decision was made.

"No." – Amuro Ray replied calmly, his anger being drained by a new emotion. Resolve. – "I will not accept this."

In that instant, the universe was no more.


Consciousness returned to Amuro as his eyes slowly cracked open.

It wasn't the spherical walls of a panoramic cockpit that greeted him; more like a crumpled pillow pressed against his face by gravity. Or rather, artificial gravity. Throughout his life, he traversed the Earth Sphere enough to get a feel for the varying amounts of gravity in various locations – and what he felt right now was neither the oppressive pull of Earth, nor felt quite like the Moon. By process of elimination, that meant he was in a colony somewhere.

Brain slowly rebooting, his head turned … and stared stupidly at the amateur electronics gear in front of him.

He couldn't, for the love of his life, figure out what was going on. Did someone pick him up and take him to safety?

That was unlikely. If a Jegan would've grabbed the Nu, he would be in the Ra Cailum's infirmary right now. If it would've been a Geara Doga, he probably would've been killed in his sleep for stopping their efforts. Then again, at least some of them did try to help him in the end…

What else? A civilian vessel wouldn't go anywhere near a pitched battle zone, much less a colony drop. Especially since he clearly remembered the Nu being seared by reentry heat as Char desperately tried to convince him to give up.

Amuro sat right up at that thought. If he was alive, chances were that Char made it too. And if so, might be up to something.

First things first, he had to find out where he was and how to get in contact with Londo Bell. Neo-Zeon was at their breaking point; time was of the essence before they tried to go underground. Last time that happened, nothing good came out of it. But then again, the same was the case with Char too. Amuro told the brass he was too dangerous to be left alone and Bright backed him up on that – but not only they didn't listen, they actually tried to bribe the man! Did they honestly think that someone who spent eleven years to stalk and kill five people and betrayed not one, not two, but three factions he worked for at various points, could be swayed by real estate?

It wasn't mere stupidity. It was incompetence to such an insane degree that Amuro, as much as he hated to admit it, honestly started to have doubts about the Federation as a whole lately.

Not to a level of actually agreeing with Char, even in hindsight, but he did remember Haman Karn's hateful words recounted to historians by Judau Ashta's friends, decrying the Federation as a herd of fatcats content on having their own fill and damn everything else. He remembered Jerid Messa's words, heard with his own ears: 'we have the power, therefore we have the right'.

And yet he also remembered the Federation Assembly unanimously repealing the 0087 Counter-Terrorism Act that day in Dakar. That right there is what kept Amuro hopeful when the Federation tried to avoid Haman's wrath by giving her Side 3 and leaving what was left of AEUG hanging out to dry. Why he risked his neck by re-enlisting in the military after having stepped on one too many toes through his protesting of the existence of the Titans' Newtype labs and technically having committed treason by joining Karaba – both worthy of being blacklisted and the latter worthy of a court martial.

Lalah was right. He did feel that if he could turn back the clock, there would've been many things he could've done better. Or done at all.

He slung his legs over the edge of the bed and frowned. His body felt… wrong somehow. In fact, the whole world felt wrong. Even his senses were… fogged, if that word could be applied to extrasensory perception. It was most definitely not helped by a bizarre sense of familiarity he felt as he looked across the room. It looked more like a teenager's room than a prison cell, including a slightly torn poster of a Zaku I above a desk. Where in the hell was he?!

Inching slowly to the window, he peeked around the edges of the closed curtains, careful not to touch it in any way a sentry outside could see. They didn't know he was awake yet, which meant he had the element of surprise.

No military base or hospital, just a normal-looking suburban street. That left two options: either he was in civilian hands – which was unlikely –, or in those of a Neo-Zeon group in hiding. And considering that he didn't remember ejecting, that could be trouble: if they managed to get their hands on the Nu and had a Cyber-Newtype in their ranks, there could be no end to the carnage they could cause with it. In which case, getting back in touch with Bright in a timely manner just got a whole lot more important.

Amuro was more than a little surprised to find the door unlocked. Were his captors seriously this sloppy or did his luck finally decide to help him out for a change?

Even so, he decided not to risk it and took the stairs behind as quietly as he could, listening to any sound indicative of someone about to jump him. Yet there was none. And as he arrived down to what looked like a dining room, he was starting to get more than a little paranoid. There was just no way someone with a prisoner could be sloppy enough to leave everything unlocked and post no guards whatsoever, no way at all.

'Even if they didn't recognize my face, they pulled me out of an enemy mobile suit. I'm the enemy, they have to know that!'

Yet as he spotted a computer in another room upstairs, he recognized the opportunity: no guards means no one to stop him from using it to get his bearings.

'Well. Don't mind if I do…'

Five minutes later, Amuro pinched the bridge of his nose with a frustrated sigh.

No matter where he looked, he couldn't find any online news more recent than fourteen years old and if it was censored, it was a very elaborate and seamless mechanism. There went that idea, he supposed. He chanced an attempt to log in to the EFSF global network as well, but found that the system didn't accept his credentials. News of his apparent death spread fast, it would seem. Only, he never quite remembered the military bureaucracy being so swift and efficient that they'd bother with locking out accounts in the immediate aftermath of a near-apocalypse. That being said, it still had a perk, though: if he was lucky, his attempted unauthorized access was flagged and traced to wherever he was, dragging security forces right to his captors' doorstep.

Not that Amuro intended to wait for the cavalry.

He was in the middle of standing up from the computer to tally up potential escape routes when he heard a voice from the stairs. There was no way for him to ambush or even hide in time…

…before a young girl looking very much like a teenage Frau Bow walked into the room.

"So this is where you're hiding!" – she regarded him with a sigh. – "I don't think your dad is going to be pleased if he finds you in here. And you didn't even touch the food I brought you! Were you up all night again? I know there's no school today, but-"

That was just too much for him.

He distantly heard her cry of alarm as he practically collapsed back onto the chair in the room he now recognized very well. The persistent feeling of deja vu he's been having ever since he woke up, the lack of recent news, and now Frau Bow suddenly appearing with a much younger look and just casually chatting him up as if she wasn't a thirty year old widow with a dead husband and foster son. No matter how much he tried finding the catch, there was none. His senses, though foggy, assured him that no, this was no illusion. The girl before him was Frau Bow, that much he could feel.

The entire situation was just absurd, but it was the truth and the realization hit with all the subtlety of a beam cannon to a mobile suit's reactor. Somehow, he was in 0079 – and if the way his body felt (and Frau's lack of reaction) was any indication, he was no longer 30 either.

This was just flat-out impossible – and yet Amuro Ray had seen many things that would've been impossible without Newtypes being involved. So there was that.

It took a pair of rapid, forceful slaps on his cheek to shook him out of his thoughts and back to reality.

"AMURO!" – Frau's voice snapped at him, her hands grabbing his cheeks and forcibly making him face her as she was leaning over him. – "Are you listening to me now?"

He shakily nodded.

"Okay. Now, are you okay? You looked like you've just seen a ghost and collapsed."

"...y-yeah… yeah, I'm okay."

"I don't think so. You haven't eaten. Again. And I think your blood pressure dropped from standing up too fast. You're lucky you didn't fall and hit your head on the edge of the table."

'Why do you even ask if I'm alright if you're not going to accept the answer anyway…?' he inwardly wondered. – "It's okay, I'm fine."

"Oh no, you're not brushing this off just like that." – She stood back up. – "I'm bringing that food here and you're not moving an inch from here, understand?"




"No. You. Are. Going. To. Eat." – she declared in a tone that left no room for resistance before marching out of the room.

'Yep. Same old Frau.' Amuro thought with some measure of amusement; despite all she went through, Frau could still force her way through when she really put her mind to something. Though it was more to distract himself from the matter at hand.

Eating did give him time to think, though. Here were the facts.

He was in Side 7, sometime around '79 instead of '93. How did he suddenly retrace the last 14 years of his life, he had no idea.

He was a teenager again. Again, how did he had fourteen years' worth of extra memories in his head, he had no idea.

However this happened, he still had his Newtype senses. Well, sort of. In any case, that was going to come in handy.

However he returned to the past, he didn't seem to bring Frau along for the ride. At least, she didn't show any remembrance of what he was still having trouble recognizing as the future.

The future… it sounded ridiculous to him as well, but Amuro has long since learned to trust what his senses told him. And right now they, dulled as they were, told him that this was no illusion. No, this was cold, hard reality. Outside the colony's walls and beyond the void, the One Year War raged. He didn't know the exact date, though; he made a mental note to check it first thing after he slipped away from Frau's motherhenning of him. As glad as he was to see her as a chipper youth instead of a broken woman, he had more important things to do right now.

Like getting his bearings to know where he stood.


'Whatever higher power steers the hand of fate has a strange sense of humor indeed…'

It was a good thing Musai cruisers kept the tradition of the commanding officer having separate personal quarters instead of hotbunking with the rest of the crew because Char Aznable didn't think he would've had an easy time explaining to the rest of the crew why he had a, as distasteful as the word sounded, freakout just a few minutes ago upon waking up in his bunk.

But at least he had a good excuse for it. After all, people don't visit death's door only to suddenly wake up inside a Principality of Zeon warship they commanded fourteen years ago, manned by the same crew and headed for the same objective. But there was no mistake: he was in the CO quarters of the Falmel, headed for Side 7 to investigate intelligence obtained by Principality intelligence about Project V.

And yet, he knew exactly what he was going to find: the Pegasus-class assault ship White Base and a few kilometers away, on a heavy trailer being transported to the docking facilities…

His mouth tightened into a thin line at the thought.

A part of him morbidly noted that for some reason, it was always a white mobile suit that came closest to killing him. First it was the Gundam, then it was the Qubeley and finally, Nu Gundam. But none of the other two left as heavy an impression upon his mind as the Gundam. And considering that it would seem the Nu Gundam actually succeeded in killing him, that was saying something. He still remembered the mounting frustration he felt as time and time again, he failed to score a decisive victory, no matter how often he switched rides to keep the upper hand. Yet even once he had a superior machine, all he was able to eke out was a draw.

Because no matter how advanced it was, a mobile suit was only as powerful as the pilot.

Char didn't care there were only a handful of other Zeon pilots who went toe-to-toe with the White Devil and survived the experience. To him, it was personal. The Gundam had taken everything from him: his pride…

…and his hope for the future.

Simply put, Char was scared. He was scared to sit down and contact her. If he were to see her face, alive and well, after all these years… he honestly didn't know what he would do. No matter how many of his comrades fell alongside him, all of them combined couldn't compare to the agony he felt when he lost her. And if he had anything to say about it, it would not happen again. He would not allow it, even if he had to choke the life out of Amuro with his bare hands. And if he were to lose her again…

He would burn it all. For he would know the universe existed solely to torment him and it would be only right for him to strike back.

For now, though, he needed to think about his immediate situation. He was on the Falmel inbound to Side 7, back in the past with a clean slate. Which meant the Principality of Zeon existed and with it…

He turned on his heel and walked to his quarters' private terminal, whereupon he sat down and calmly proceeded to type out a list of names before scrolling back to the first item on his list.

Degwin Zabi

After a few seconds of contemplation, he put an X next to the name. The man started this whole mess in the first place; there was just too much blood on his hands.

Gihren Zabi

Char put down another X without pausing.

Kycilia Zabi

He paused for consideration again. It was very tempting to mark her off as a target; she more than deserved it and did try to kill him and Artesia, him more than once. Yet at the same time, she did personally kill Gihren and wasn't quite as psychotic as him (which was faint praise indeed). In the end, he shook his head and put down an X. Better not to take any chances.

Dozle Zabi

A difficult question. Char had to admit, if it weren't for the man's heritage, he might have even respected him. Dozle wasn't a monster like his older siblings, it's just that he wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed and was too prone to blindly going along with what the rest of his family said simply because of who said it. And yet while Gihren might have been the one to come up with Operation British, it was Dozle who executed it. Char noted with some measure of mirth that he was probably the last person in existence who was in a position to criticize Dozle for Operation British, but that didn't mean he approved of it. In the end, he simply put a question mark next to Dozle's name. If the brute got in his way, by all means he would put him down but frankly, he had more important targets. Besides, Dozle would rot in military prison for the rest of his life anyway. That is, if Amuro didn't get to him first – not that Char intended to let Amuro live that long.

Garma Zabi

Probably the hardest question. Simply put, Garma was no threat to him whatsoever. Like Dozle, he was impressionable - but unlike Dozle, he lacked the stomach to get his hands dirty. Useless for anything but PR, really. Then again, Char noted with what he was surprised to realize was a measure of sentimentality, Garma was quite possibly the closest he ever had to someone he could call a friend. Not a subordinate, not someone who was merely a means to an end for him, but someone he could actually speak his mind to. Well, to a certain extent; Char didn't quite have any intention of telling him who he actually was. But still, the sole useful reason for killing him would be to hurt the others – with the exception of Gihren, who not only took the whole thing in stride, but turned it into propaganda to fuel Zeon morale instead. No, Char thought as he put a dash next to Garma's name, he would not give the bastard the satisfaction this time around.

Zenna Zabi

Char put down a dash without missing a beat. She was no threat to him and no one except Dozle would really care anyway.

Mineva Zabi

He idled on her name for a few moments before putting down a dash. While the girl had potential usefulness as a figurehead in case things went down the same way, Char didn't quite intend to sit on his laurels, so the chances of it happening were… well, not quite nil due to Murphy's Law, but if it was up to him, it wasn't going to happen. Besides, killing her at this point would be far worse than killing Garma, in terms of propaganda material. Killing the Sovereign's favored son would earn him the scorn of a traitor, but killing a helpless infant would have the entire Principality out for his blood right behind Dozle, even without Gihren siccing them on him.

Char's hand was halfway towards erasing the list from the screen before anyone saw it when he paused as a new name suddenly occurred to him.

Glemy Toto

He didn't know if there were any substance to the rumors of the boy being Gihren's bastard, but a quick calculation in his head stated he should only be around 8 years old at this time. Gihren obviously didn't care because if he did, the boy's identity would've been public; if anything, one could always count on Gihren Zabi being a narcissistic enough bastard to shill himself to the public. That being said, he knew from Neo Zeon fugitives who joined his forces at Sweetwater that the boy was charismatic and apparently staunchly loyal to the Zabi family, even if he was a bit naive at times. Come to think of it, Char thought, he almost sounded like Dozle in that regard. Nevertheless, he put a question mark next to the name; while Glemy could potentially have his uses, especially for PR, loyalty to the Zabis was a problem and Char didn't feel like being in the mood to try to convince him to look at the bigger picture. Frankly, he has had enough of herding snot-nosed little brats around, especially after his experience with Gyunei.

With that, Char leaned back and directed his thoughts to a different matter. Namely, the state of the Earth Sphere itself. He had no illusions whatsoever that the ultimate outcome of the One Year War was set in stone by this point in time. No matter what he would or could do, Operation Odessa was in the preparatory stages and Project V was too far along to meaningfully impede. Zeon already missed their chance to score a knockout blow when they failed to capitalize on their initial blitzkrieg and inflict enough damage before hitting the limits of their supply lines. But then again, Char Aznable had absolutely no intention whatsoever to help the Principality of Zeon come out on top. Even if it weren't for the personal insult of them using his father's name for their horrific deeds, there was also the fact that it was the One Year War when the fate of the Earth Sphere entered a downward spiral. It was when the corrupt fatcats of the Earth Federation realized that for the first time in the Universal Century, the status quo was threatened. It was when the actions of the Zabi family and their followers put the fear of spacenoids into the heart of the Federation.

The storm clouds were already gathering for a while now, but it was this cataclysmic conflict that ensured there would never be lasting peace for as long as more than one side remained.

Thus, to Char, the solution was as self-evident as the day when he walked upon that podium in Sweetwater.

The Federation had to go.

As long as it and its elite remained, content on maintaining the status quo in the now instead of looking to the future, there was no future for humanity. Yet there was no future under the Principality of Zeon either, that he was certain of. Thus it was obvious that both needed to go. Char wasn't stupid: he was fully aware he was just one man. He couldn't possibly overthrow one government by himself, let alone two. And without feeling the results on their own skin, literally no one else would share his goal. Only he knew the chain of wars flowing on pure inertia, of conflict sowing the seeds of the next conflict, and the next one after that, in an infinite cycle of dogs mauling each other over something that never belonged to them in the first place.


For now, though, his strategic goal was simple. The Principality of Zeon was going to fall regardless of what he did, so them he could tick off his mental list already. All he had to do was ensure the Federation's victory was as costly as possible, to weaken them for the following years. Even if the Federation didn't collapse by itself, the sorrow of all those who suffered loss in this war would ensure there would always be those who opposed the Federation. He merely needed to even the scales so that they would have a chance.

Once again, Char Aznable would be the vessel of humanity's pain, striking a righteous blow at the chains that bit into their flesh to keep them from reaching towards the sky.


Post-it author's notes - 2018.12.04.

After having been sitting on this idea for several years, I decided to let it out of my head at last. This story was originally inspired by the alternate timeline routes of the PS2 game Gundam VS Zeta Gundam. Not exactly the most original of plots, but hopefully I've been able to carry it further than other attempts in this particular fandom. Updates will likely be irregular, but this will not be a short story. Expect progressively heavier butterfly effects as the plot goes on.
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Re: Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

Post by Fraktal »

The entrance door of the Ray residence all but slammed open as Frau hurried inside, mouth already opening for a shout. – "Amu-!"

Except she barely even got the first sound out when Amuro stepped out from behind a corner with jacket and shoes on, instead of the half-dressed state she expected him to be in. – "I'm here. Let's go."

"If you heard the alarm, then what are you still doing here?!"

"Waiting for you, actually."

That brought Frau up short. – "What? Why?"

"Because I knew you'd wander around looking for me instead of going to the shelter yourself if you didn't see me anywhere." – he pointed out. And Frau realized she couldn't argue with him, seeing how her standing right there was the proof he was correct. – "It's not safe."

"And it's safe for you?"

"I need to get something first. But it's on the way to the spaceport anyway, so I'll be with you until the shelter."

"Get what first?"

He waved her off and started walking towards the door. – "Don't worry about that. Let's go."


"Sir, are you sure this is wise? Surely a recon mission doesn't require your personal attention."

"I know what I'm doing, Dren. Trust me." – Char replied as he and his XO floated down the Musai's corridor towards the hangar. – "If the Federation do have mobile suits here, they might be more than what the team can handle. Besides, if the Federation would've had a notable garrison inside the colony, intelligence would've caught it."

"I see. What about us, sir?"

"Stake out the dock. If the ship we tracked here tries to make a run for it, take it out but hold your fire until then. They'll come out eventually, so shelling the dock is a waste of ammunition."

"Yes, sir."

With that, Dren stopped at the threshold of the hangar to catch his momentum before heading back to the bridge while Char slung himself over the handrail to kick off towards the waiting mobile suits.

Zakus weren't a sight he was unused to, even with his actual age instead of what he physically looked like now. Still, he found himself stopping dead in his track as his gaze rose to fall upon the red Zaku whose feet he was now standing before.

It is said that a man cannot quite love another woman the same way he loved the first. Mobile suits were not people... but if there was any mobile suit Char Aznable ever felt attached to, it was this MS-06S Zaku II. Not the Gelgoog, not the Rick Dias, not the Hyaku Shiki, not the Sazabi, not any other mobile suits or mobile armors he ever piloted. It was this one.

He knew there was no logical reason to it: it wasn't the Zaku in which he earned his fame at Loum, nor did he ever experience anything but defeat after defeat, or a draw at best, against the Gundam while in it.

But to him, there were none like it. The persona of Char Aznable might have begun as nothing more than the stolen mask of a dead man by another man who was born as Casval Rem Deikun, but it was pointless to deny it that mask and man had become one. One person, one life. And to him, this mobile suit was part of that life like none other.

It was a part of his very soul. A reminder of days when his pride was in full bloom, untarnished by individuals whom fate had seemingly raised up solely to torment him.

It was a good thing the deck crew already finished the pre-launch checks and left for other duties, because if any would've asked him why he was smiling as he floated up to the cockpit hatch waiting for him... he might very well have told them of the memories the Zaku stirred in him, even if it would've made him sound insane. A quick glance downwards and to the left confirmed that the crew did exactly as he asked and fitted the mobile suit with both a bazooka and leg missile pods. In an ideal world, he would get to the Gundam before Amuro did and put a few machine gun rounds into the joints at point blank range, but it was better not to risk it, hence why he decided to forego his usual preference for being light on his feet and go in loaded for bear. Besides, Char didn't know if even his current firepower could make a dent in lunar titanium.

As he strapped himself into the cockpit seat and reached to close the hatch, Char found his hands slightly trembling and it wasn't merely from the nostalgia.


Char knew his nemesis was in there. He didn't need his Newtype senses, foggy as they were, to know it. An unassuming teen who went on to become the man who singlehandedly caused him the most grief (not that Haman Karn had anything to be ashamed of in that regard). Char was sorely tempted to just ditch the others as soon as he was inside and go after Amuro... and yet a small voice in him pointed out that this Amuro hadn't done anything. That he was a random bystander completely innocent of anything Char blamed him for.

That it wasn't the Amuro he hated.

Nevertheless, Char knew very well how much of a threat the boy could be if he was allowed to get that far. And how much of an asset to the Federation he and the Gundam would become. Thus, he shook his head and strengthened his resolve. The Gundam was his target. If he could take it out without incident, the White Base was as good as finished, not to mention that Amuro wouldn't ever get in his way.

Of course, if Amuro got there first, Char would kill him without hesitation. As powerful as the Gundam was, a rookie wouldn't stand a chance against a veteran who knew all of the Gundam's tricks. Not to mention a veteran whose mobile suit was quite literally loaded for Gundam.

With that settled, he locked the hatch and flipped on the radio. – "Aznable to all units, comm check."

"Gene, reporting."

"Slender, reporting."

"Denim, reporting."

Char nodded to himself as his brain dug up old memories to go with the names. – "Denim, once we're inside, you take Slender and head for the factory. Destroy all resistance but if you see anything that look like mobile suit parts, leave them intact."

"Why? I thought we're trying to prevent them from developing mobile suits." – Gene asked.

"That we do, but this may not be the only facility they are using. Any components we capture will give us valuable intel about their suits' capabilities, not to mention data we could use for our own development programs. All we need to do is chase them away and take the spoils for ourselves."


"Don't sweat it, though. Remember that we're fighting inside a colony this time, so the Federation forces might use human shields. And if you see any operational mobile suits, do not engage on your own. We don't know their capabilities" – 'But I do.' – "and we have no backup, so regroup and move in all at once."


"Frau, get to the shelter."

"What? Where are you going?!"

"Just get in!"

"I'm not-"

"No buts! Go!"

Frau Bow actually found herself unconsciously taking a step back at the uncharacteristic commanding tone from Amuro. If anything, it was always him who had to be herded around: to eat, to dress, to go to school. It was as if he was incapable of living by himself. Yet the Amuro that was now running away from her was vastly different. Confident.

If it wouldn't be a laughable word in the context of Amuro Ray, she would almost chance saying mature.

She didn't know what prompted this change but as she heard her mother calling for her, she didn't have time to mull on it further.

About a hundred meters away, Amuro's mind raced as he tried to recall the Gundam's location. He tried not to look too jittery in front of Frau on their way here, even though his legs were positively itching to break out into a full-blown sprint towards the Gundam all the while. He didn't know how much time he still had, even with having prepared to leave literally the second Frau showed up at his front door. He could've gone without her, yes, but his mind shot that idea down immediately. Leaving her wandering outside looking for him was just begging for her getting killed in the crossfire, as he still remembered the Zakus did not watch their aim around civilians.

Even so, he lost precious time escorting her and her mother to the shelter closest to the spaceport instead of the one nearest to their home, then doubling back for the Gundam. Time he could've used to get a head start for boarding the Gundam and taking down the Zakus before too many people got killed. Amuro had no illusions that he could save everyone, or even any more lives than the first time around, but that didn't mean he wasn't even going to try. Besides, he still had a head start, since the Zakus weren't here, he just didn't know how much.

He finally spotted the trailer about three hundred meters in front of him, near one of the loading gates of the spaceport. Slowing in his step, Amuro came to a halt and turned towards the interior of the colony, eyes squinting even as he was catching his breath, watching for any kind of movement indicative of heavy machinery. He was about to resume his course when a slight glint caught his eye from the upper left (relative to him) strip of the colony's interior surface. Any other person would've dismissed it as the glint of sunlight on a civilian car's windshield on its way to a shelter... but Amuro faintly felt it. A slight, momentary tingle just behind his eyes, one he was more than a little familiar with.

Focusing his attention in that direction, he finally saw trees swaying in the way he was looking for and knew beyond a doubt that the Zakus were coming.


"Commander, I see military facilities in the upper right block, near the spaceport."

"I see it. Denim, move in. Gene, you're with me."

Char found himself leaning forward in anticipation as he neared the spaceport, two of the three Zakus with him having split off earlier. Yet as his eyes swept across the various trailers and railway carriages, there was a conspicuous lack of white anywhere.

"Denim, what do you see?" – he radioed as he and Gene set down at what looked like a factory complex near the spaceport. He hazarded a guess that this might've been where some of the smaller components were built, but of course he couldn't know just from looking at the outside.

"It's as you said, commander. There are mobile suit components everywhere. I even see some complete ones."

"How do they look like?"

"Reds and grays."

Not white. Where was it?

He paused in his step when he felt the tingle behind his eyes. 'What-?' His eyes swept across the battlefield, but there was no threatening movement. Still, something wasn't right.


"Eyes open, Gene. I don't like this." – Char replied as he started moving again, cautiously passing on the right of a tall administrative building.

On the opposite side of said building, Amuro let out a shuddering breath. As he expected, the Zakus' silhouette recognition algorithm wasn't yet adjusted to seek for mobile suits, which is why it didn't notice the Gundam's head cautiously peeking over the roof to observe the Zakus as they approached. But now that they were close enough, he had to track them solely by the sound of their steps; algorithm or no algorithm, the pilots would notice the movement from the corner of their eyes even without computer assistance.

Especially one as perceptive as Char Aznable.

Amuro's blood ran cold when he saw the red Zaku, to the point where a word of profanity unconsciously slipped out of his mouth. He distinctly remembered Char only boarding his mobile suit at the end of his unsuccessful recon run of the White Base. He should not be here. Nor so armed to the teeth. It was almost like...

...like Char knew what to expect.

This was a problem. Aside from the head vulcans, the Gundam had no ranged armaments and Amuro had no idea where to get any, even if he had the time to actually go looking.

Moving as slowly and carefully as the controls let him, Amuro slowly circled the building in a clockwise direction, ducking behind the corner just as Char's Zaku emerged on the other side. After a few seconds of stillness to confirm he wasn't spotted, Amuro slowly peeked around the other corner just in time to see the other Zaku's back vanishing behind the opposite side. Now was the time.

With hurried but still cautious steps, Amuro rounded the corner and started moving towards the unaware Zaku, the Gundam's left hand slowly rising to the shoulder to close around the hilt of a beam saber. He only had one chance this. There was no way this could work on Char if he was alone, but the other Zaku...

In the blink of an eye, the Gundam popped around the corner right behind the Zaku and in single, lightning-fast motion, grabbed the Zaku's shoulder armor with its right hand to hold it steady while the left hand slammed the inactive beam saber against the Zaku's back and ignited the blade. Only for one second, but it was enough to pierce the cockpit and instantly vaporize the pilot before he even realized he was under attack, much less before he made any sound that could've alerted the others.

Before the beam saber's blade even finished fully extending, the red Zaku was already in motion, spinning on its heels and firing its bazooka. Amuro scarcely had enough time to throw the Gundam into a sideways tumble before the close-range shot hit the Zaku he just backstabbed and turned it into a rapidly expanding ball of shrapnel.

The moment its downwards movement stopped, the Gundam's thrusters fired and dragged the sideways mobile suit across the ground, carving a divot into the ground with the shoulder but narrowly getting out of the way of a second bazooka shell. Then the thruster nozzles' gimbaling engaged at the same time as the Gundam's legs kicked downwards, catapulting the mobile suit up into the air high enough to get its feet under it and skid to a halt, beam saber igniting again and this time staying lit.

In the Zaku's cockpit, Char's eyebrows were practically up to his hairline.

'Did a Federation pilot get into the Gundam before Amuro? That can't possibly be a rookie, but the Federation shouldn't have any aces at this time. What's going on?'

He had no more time to ponder on the issue as the Gundam charged towards him, saber swinging upwards in a diagonal cut the Zaku stepped to the right to evade, getting behind its quarry who was being carried forward by his momentum. 'Amateu-' Char began to scoff before the words died in his throat as he noticed barely at the last moment that the Gundam's right hand was closed around its other beam saber. In a single, fluid motion, the Gundam drew its saber and swung it in a backhand slash Char very barely evaded by boosting backwards and out of reach.

That was far too close for comfort. His opponent didn't expose his back from lack of experience, it was on purpose to chain a second strike. This guy knew what he was doing.

Which was a big problem. Char was fully aware a Zaku didn't stand a snowball's chance in Hell against the Gundam with a veteran pilot.

His legs barely touched ground before the Gundam's eyes locked on him. As the white suit charged at him again, Char suddenly knew that even if he gunned the thrusters to maximum and catapulted himself upwards right now, it wouldn't be enough and the Gundam would cut his Zaku's legs off before he got out of arm's reach. So in the same instant as he fired his thrusters, Char pointed his bazooka at the ground and fired.

The resulting shockwave rattled him in the cockpit, alarms blaring from the damage to the Zaku's thigh armor plates, but it did give him the additional kick that when he began a forward flip, the beam saber missed both legs literally by inches. Carried by inertia, the Zaku flipped upside down and fired its bazooka into the Gundam's back at practically point-blank range.

Amuro had no time to dodge before the rocket-propelled grenade slammed into the Gundam and knocked it off its feet, faceplanting into the ground so hard that the seatbelts were literally the only thing keeping him from cracking his skull open on the cockpit's front panel. Rolling the Gundam onto its back, he pushed up into a sitting position just in time to see the Zaku's foot filling his viewscreen an instant before it hit the Gundam's faceplate and knocked the suit right back to the ground.

Char smirked as he planted a foot on the Gundam's head to keep it down while he took aim with the bazooka at the cockpit hatch. – "My compliments for the performance, but you took up enough of my time."

Except when he pulled the trigger, all he got was a warning tone. Looking up in surprise, the word EMPTY next to the bazooka's readout barely registered in his mind before he caught the flash of the Gundam's beam saber from the corner of his eye and the warning was replaced with LOST as the bazooka's barrel split in half.

Char cursed himself something fierce as he immediately let go of the useless weapon and jumped back, realizing that he didn't notice the low-ammo alarm from the damage alarms earlier. It was such an amateurish mistake that he had no idea how he fell for it. Or maybe he was too used to using a beam rifle to track his remaining ammunition that closely. Whatever the case, he was quickly running out of options and he knew it.


"What's the situation?!" – Tem Ray barked as he crouched down next to another engineer who was huddling behind an overturned truck, the sound of nearby explosions rattling what was left of the truck's windows as the two nearby Zakus exchanged fire with the meager Federation defenders. It was to no avail, though: mere MLRS trucks didn't have the slightest chance against Zakus that were both aware of them and in range of their own weapons.

"Sir!" – The engineer saluted where he sat. – "We were just about to start moving the hardware when the Zakus showed up! I don't even know how many of our people are still alive, let alone where they are! All the equipment is scattered about, I don't know how much of it is still intact."

"What about the Gundam?!"

"What do you mean? I thought it was already on the White Base!"

"What are you talking about?! It's still out here!"

"Not where we left it, sir!"

"Are you saying someone took the Gundam?!"

"I don't know, sir! I didn't see it!"

Suddenly an administration building on the far side of the Zakus exploded outwards as a red Zaku zoomed out of the dust cloud. Tem heard the engineer yelp – "Is that the Red Comet?!" – before the Gundam burst through, hot on the red Zaku's trail with both sabers ignited.

"Who the devil is piloting it?!"

What happened next put all thoughts of outrage to rest.

The red Zaku whirled around in a powerslide and fired two missiles in rapid succession from its leg-mounted pods. Instead of evading, however, the Gundam's thrusters roared to maximum output and the white mobile suit leapt towards the missiles, nimbly twisting its body to narrowly zoom between them at a relative speed too fast for the proximity fuses to activate in time.

In the Zaku's cockpit, a bead of sweat sneaked out from underneath Char's mask. 'This is unreal...! Am I fighting a Newtype?!' – "Denim, Slender! Disengage and retreat! One of the prototypes is active, we can't take it with the firepower we have!"

"Where's Gene?"

"Dead! Get moving!"

"We can take it, sir! It's just one guy and there's three of us!"

"Negative! Do not engage!"

But Denim's Zaku was already taking aim at the Gundam, the machine gun opening up on full auto. Halting in its stride, the Gundam changed course towards its assailant, nimbly hopping left and right in its approach to evade most of the incoming fire before its own head vulcans roared to life and spat out a storm of 20mm bullets that pinged off the Zaku's head until one found its target in the monoeye. Its main camera shattered into a hundred pieces, the pilot scrambled to switch to the backup...

...which he succeeded at just in time to see the Gundam practically at arm's reach, its eyes staring into his very soul like the eyes of the Reaper.

Denim only had time to scream in terror and clamp his finger down on the trigger in an animalistic reflex before the Gundam ducked beneath his aimless automatic fire into a spinning powerslide and bisected both legs in a single, horizontal backhanded slash with its right saber, immediately using the rest of its momentum to stab the left saber diagonally upwards and carve a deep gash through the Zaku's cockpit hatch with the beam saber's tip without stabbing deep enough to touch the reactor.

"Son of a bitch!" – Slender howled and opened fire with his own machine gun... only for the Gundam to jump up into what could best be described as a one-footed pirouette and whirl around itself on one foot. Slender's mind barely registered the flash of pink before the thrown beam saber lodged itself hilt-deep into the Zaku's visor. Unlike Denim, he didn't have the time to switch cameras before the Gundam was on him. In a swift upwards slash, the Gundam bisected both of the Zaku's arms at the elbow while the other hand grabbed the still impaled beam saber in a reverse grip and tore it out to the side before the Gundam's foot lashed out and kicked out one of the Zaku's feet, sending the smaller suit tripping face-first into the ground.

Without missing a beat, the Gundam swiftly executed its felled opponent by way of a vertical coup de grace to the cockpit, courtesy of the beam saber it was still holding in a reverse grip. Yet the action almost turned out to be its undoing, as its head snapped towards the red Zaku just in time to see two missiles headed for him. Thrusters flaring, the white mobile suit rocketed upwards and above the missiles, both beam sabers raised into an overhead strike as it surged at the sole remaining Zaku.

With a swift hop backwards, the Zaku jumped out of the way of the telegraphed strike before its own thrusters fired and it launched its left-handed counterattack, the heat hawk drawing a trail of fire in the air as it swung downwards towards the inside of the Gundam's right elbow joint. Yet before it reached its mark, the Gundam's arm snapped shut and caught the superheated blade between its upper arm and forearm, the blade sizzling impotently against the lunar titanium armor. Then the Gundam's left arm stabbed its beam saber forward, only for the Zaku's free right hand to catch the Gundam's by the wrist and force it upwards, the beam saber cutting the Zaku's shoulder armor in half.

Everything stopped for a moment as the two combatants struggled in a stalemate, a set of two eyes matching a monoeye in a stare that one could describe as a challenge of 'who blinks first'. Then the Gundam's right hand rotated and swung its beam saber towards the Zaku's head, the Zaku barely leaning out of the way in time to avoid being decapitated but instead getting a large chunk carved out of its head. Bracing its footing, the Zaku's right foot lashed out and kicked the Gundam's midsection to make the white suit stumble while the Zaku let go of the heat hawk and grabbed the Gundam's right wrist.

The stalemate resumed, with the Zaku using all of its strength to keep holding the Gundam's arms up and away from itself. Yet something had to give - and as the Zaku's arms and legs let out increasingly loud mechanical groans from the strength of its foe pushing against it, accompanied by the growing mound of dirt behind the Zaku's heels from slowly being pushed back, both combatants knew the inevitable outcome.

Thus it was that the Zaku moved first, putting all of its remaining strength into a headbutt to momentarily break the pressure on its arms before it grabbed the hilts of both beam sabers and let loose a two-footed dropkick into the Gundam's chest to tear its weapons away from it. Refusing to concede, the Gundam skid to a halt and leaped back at the Zaku, right hand swinging in a barehanded punch...

...that missed the Zaku's torso by millimeters as the suit flied past him sideways. As the two cockpits passed only a few meters away from each other, both pilots felt a tingle behind their eyes.

"Not this time, Amuro!" – Char growled as his finger pressed down on the fire button.

His Zaku's right missile pod unleashed its last remaining piece of ordinance, the missile crossing the practically point-blank range between its launcher and the Gundam's torso in a split second before detonating with enough force to not only knock the Gundam away and off its feet, but also tear off the Zaku's right leg. The now-unbalanced Zaku slammed into the ground, its thruster dragging it along for several meters before it finally tore itself away from the ground and flew off into the distance.

In the cockpit, Char turned off the damage alarms before swiftly tearing his mask off and wiping the sweat off his forehead, trying to calm his pounding heart. 'Wha... why did I say Amuro's name?'

Behind him, the Gundam slowly rose back to its feet, hands putting the beam sabers back to their racks before lowering down to leave the mobile suit standing as victor over the battlefield, staring at the engine flare of its fleeing foe.

As the surviving Federation personnel cautiously came out from their hiding places, calls for orders and medical assistance sounded as everyone present surged to save what could still be saved.

All but one.

For in the middle of the turmoil, Tem Ray stood like a statue with his mouth wide open.


Post-it author's notes - 2018.12.24.

I chose not to drag things out before the first battle because although I prefer not to write at a hurried pace, I've had problems with audience retention before when I held off on a story's first fight scene until the sixth chapter in favor of worldbuilding and character introduction, resulting in most of my audience leaving before any of the actual good stuff. Some readers simply don't have the patience for that, so I decided to experiment with faster pacing.
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Re: Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

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As soon as his Zaku's cockpit screen indicated he had a connection to the Falmel through the Minovsky interference, Char all but slammed the button to open the intercom. By now the adrenaline has worn off and he was angry. – "Dren, start charging the mega beam cannons!" – he barked.

"Sir, what happened? Where are the others?"

"Dead." – Char replied bluntly. He knew he sounded cold, but he also knew that he simply didn't have time to reflect on losing men. Besides, he honestly lost count how many men and women were killed under his command during his tenure at various factions, so it wasn't like three more mattered at this point.

And thinking of it would've only made him angrier. It all looked like a prime opportunity: get in there in force, tear the Federation garrison apart, score the most powerful mobile suits constructed up until this point in the war. In one move, kick the Federation in the teeth by denying them the Gundam's combat data and denying them Amuro's eventual skill and experience, while at the same time handing Zeon tools to enhance their own mobile suit development program and stalemate the war for a while longer, bleeding the Federation for a month more or even longer.

And then his entire force got their teeth kicked in by a single Gundam. And not even defeated in detail, but in a single engagement! History was repeating itself despite his preparations to the contrary. Did the universe itself enjoy mocking him?

Whether it did, it didn't matter. Because Char Aznable was done playing it safe.

"But... three Zakus? And you took that much damage yourself? What did the Federation have in there, an entire battalion?"

"No. But the ship we followed here is the only one they have; if we sink it, none of the Federation's prototypes are going anywhere until after we get reinforcements."

"Oh, I see! But we don't know where the ship is docked."

"Doesn't matter." – Char replied. If only he hadn't gotten greedy with trying to claim the prototypes and took the time to find the berth the White Base was docked in, he could've just ordered the gunners to keep shooting at that spot until every single bulkhead between them and the ship was melted into slag, followed by the ship. Without that, he was forced to be a bit more... indiscriminate. – "Target the dock in a sweeping pattern and fire! Turn the entire place into dust, if you have to."

"What about missiles, sir?"

"Don't bother. They're probably too deep inside." – And besides, they could be useful if the White Base decided to try and make a break for it.

"Understood. We'll open the hangar for you in a moment."

"Negative, just get the guns firing." – On an afterthought, he added – "And tell the crews to take the ASR out of storage."'As the saying goes, if I can't have you...'


Inside the colony, it was chaos.

Between the columns of smoke rising from the burning wrecks of destroyed Federation vehicles, civilians stampeded towards the spaceport for safety, even as whatever military personnel survived the attack were too busy tending to their own wounded to actually provide said safety. Or even to keep them out of restricted areas, for that matter. Even the sheer noise level of the agitated crowd, with people yelling at each other to hurry up and children crying in fear, couldn't drown out the screams of those whose injuries were more severe.

And for good reason: the line between "severely injured" and "in pieces randomly lying about" was thin indeed when mobile suit weapons used against people on foot were concerned. Most of those who were not dead yet when the last Zaku fell were dead by now – and those who weren't most certainly wished they were, be it because of burning oil charring one's face down to the bone, entrails spilled onto the mud by flying shrapnel or limbs being reduced into carbonized stumps by a nearby explosion. Whatever the reason, the result was enough to make most people swiftly lose the contents of their stomach, as several civilians unlucky enough to catch sight of the victims found out the hard way.

Such was war.

"Get those casualties to the ship!" – barked a Federation officer with a captain's rank insignia on his collar as he walked into the chaos. – "Any corpsmen report to the ship immediately! I don't care what the garrison commander says!"

Pausing to look over the turmoil, he singled out a group of engineers and headed straight towards them, the burly Hispanic soldier next to him handing over a radio.

"Bright, any change?"

"No, sir." – came the response. – "The sentries just called in, no movement from the Musai. It's just sitting there."

"Let me know if that changes. And call down to the infirmary to prepare for casualties."

"Yes, sir."

Paolo Cassius sighed as he handed back the radio. He knew this was going to happen as soon as the sensor crews reported that damn Musai trailing them. Still, he hoped it would wait until at least they were out of the colony before jumping them, faint as that hope might be. After all, Zeon certainly did not hesitate at breaking out the big guns around civilians, as he found out himself the hard way at Loum when the Salamis he's been commanding for several years by that point (and was likely going to be his last posting before retirement, if it weren't for the war) was caught on the fringe of a nuclear detonation.

Spacewalking to the re-entry shuttle through the radiation due to the cruiser's hull having been crumpled inwards like tissue paper, blocking off the corridors to the shuttle airlock, were the most nerve-wracking minutes of his life up until that point. If he would've lived a century ago, he definitely would've been sent into retirement with nothing but a Purple Heart at most – but fortunately for him, the advent of widespread space colonization necessitated the development of medical advancements for treating extended exposure to cosmic radiation and solar flares before most people were willing to live in space on a permanent basis.

Not that he would prefer having to go through acute radiation sickness treatment anywhere within the next eternity or so, but it got him back on his feet. Only for him to get into yet another crisis, it would seem.

And if the urgency the figure he recognized as Lieutenant Ray was hurrying towards him with was of any indication, the crisis wasn't anywhere near over yet.

"Report." – he ordered as soon as the engineer stopped before him, bending over from the exertion of sprinting in a bulky normal suit. Colony gravity or no colony gravity, they weren't exactly designed for athletic activities.

"Sir, the Gundam...!" – Tem gasped for breath, fumbling to steady his glasses before they fell through his helmet's open faceplate. – "It fought off the Zakus, I've seen it!"

"Slow down, lieutenant. What about the cargo we're here for?" – As much as he was responsible for safely transporting the cargo in question to Jaburo, Cassius was only actually briefed on the nature of the cargo. Technical data was not part of his briefing for the simple reason that he didn't need to handle the prototypes, hence he didn't need to know and could just let the engineers take care.

At least, that's what the brass told him before sending him off.

Glasses stabilized, Tem finally stood up. – "Sir. Most of the engineering crew has been killed, Some of the prototypes are still intact, but we're yet to do a full inventory."

"Inventory can wait." – Cassius waved him off. – "Start loading everything you can onto the White Base; we'll sort it out later. The sooner we launch, the better."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, what was that you were trying to say just now?"

"Sir. That Gunda- err, one of the prototypes, engaged the Zakus. I've seen it."

That was unexpected, but it explained why there were two Zakus lying motionlessly nearby. Or why, as Cassius only noticed right now, there was a mobile suit with EFSF markings standing between the columns of smoke, likely on watch against further attacks.

"Who was it?"

"I-I don't know, sir. I only saw it when it was already in combat."

Cassius hummed to himself before he saw Tem bend down and snatch up a variable-power flashlight that rolled away from the scattered contents of the toolbox of an overturned jeep nearby. Turning it up to maximum power, the engineer pointed it at the mobile suit and began pulsing it in a rhythmic pattern Cassius recognized as the international navigation light signal for "begin approach". A few seconds later, the suit's head turned towards him and the machine began marching towards the group, visibly avoiding anyone on the ground.

"The visual processing software of the cockpit display automatically recognizes light signals and alerts the pilot, even if he's not looking that way." – Tem explained as he lowered the flashlight.

A short distance away, the mobile suit carefully lowered itself to one knee and braced against the ground before the cockpit hatch swung open. As the lone figure begun descending on a cable, Cassius immediately noticed the distinct lack of a normal suit or even a uniform. If anything, the pilot was dressed as if they were on shore leave when the attack came – but considering that the White Base arrived before the Musai and with a warning that they were tailed, the garrison commander should've had ample time to recall all personnel to full readiness.

In fact, as the pilot's feet touched the ground and Cassius squinted with his eyes, they looked rather short.

Once the pilot was out of the machine's shadow, however, Cassius realized that no, his eyes were not playing tricks with him. The pilot was short alright, for the apparent reason that he wasn't even into adulthood yet. And the lack of uniform made it plain that the boy who appeared to be in his mid-teens was very much a civilian. Who just came out of a top secret military weapon prototype he had absolutely no business being inside of.

Cassius was distinctly feeling the beginnings of a headache forming. As if the Musai outside wasn't enough, now he had to deal with civilians poking their noses into classified materials as well. He heard a choking sound from Tem's direction but as he opened his mouth to ask the boy just what he was doing inside the prototype, he paused.

Calm. Focus. Steel. Confidence.

Those eyes weren't those of a civilian who just got out of trouble with the skin of their teeth. Nor those of a cocky teen who just pulled off something incredibly dangerous and thought they were hot shit. Nor those of an anarchist who spitefully stuck their nose where it didn't belong, purely for sticking it to the Man. If it weren't for the fact that he was an underage civilian, Cassius could've sworn the boy's eyes were those of a battle-hardened soldier. A soldier for whom two mobile suits, state-of-the-art military hardware capable of punching far above their own weight class, didn't rate high enough on the threat scale to give a damn about.

And it wasn't just the eyes. Cassius couldn't describe what it was, but the boy somehow had this... presence. He didn't look anything out of the ordinary, nor did he hold himself in an obvious way, yet there was... something.

He only shook himself out of it when the teen stopped before the adults and snapped off a perfect and impeccable military salute. – "Amuro Ray, returning the Gundam and submitting myself to disciplinary action, sir!"

By now, Cassius finally found his voice. – "What disciplinary action?"

"I took the Gundam without permission, sir."

"Why?" – Not that it really mattered. Theft of military equipment in times of war was a serious offense, even if he not only admitted it, but turned himself in.

"I have friends living here, sir, and the Zakus didn't care what they were aiming at."

Needless to say, Cassius was not convinced in the least. – "You expect me to believe that a kid like you took out two Zakus on his own?"

If the teen was offended by being called a kid to his face, he didn't show it. – "Three, sir. The third one is back over there." – He pointed a thumb behind him, towards a collapsed building. – "I got that one first."

Cassius sighed. – "You do realize this story sounds a bit too fantastic to be true, don't you?"

"Yes, sir." – came the steady reply. – "The cockpit's data recorder will confirm it."

That was quite the bold claim, Cassius decided. And now that he took a moment to think about it, what did this kid say was his name again?

Before he could've asked that, however, Tem beat him to the punch with sufficient volume to make him flinch. – "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOME KIND OF GAME?!"

"No, I don't." – came the blunt reply that seemed to confirm a degree of familiarity between those two to Cassius.

"You had no business even being in the Gundam!"

"If I wouldn't have done it, how many more people would've died?"

"You KILLED two people!"

"Three. I stabbed all three through the cockpit with the beam saber, so I know for a fact that they're dead."

"How did you even know how to use the beam saber?!" – In response, the teen merely held up what appeared to be a folder with what Cassius recognized was the insignia for Project V. – "Where did you get that?!"

"It was in the cockpit."

Yep, Cassius was definitely going to have a headache in the near future. As if the Zeon attack and a civilian fighting them off with one of the prototypes wasn't enough, apparently someone violated pretty much every regulation in the book regarding information security by leaving the goddamn instruction manual in the cockpit where any wannabe hijacker would find it.

On the other hand... a civilian being the one to find it is still preferable to the enemy finding it. And said civilian immediately turning it over to them afterwards was pretty much the best possible outcome for the situation, which was one weight off of Cassius' shoulders. He did not want to make an already horrible day even worse with a summary execution of a civilian. Much less one whom one of his subordinates was apparently personally acquainted with. It still did not excuse the fact that the boy now knew things he wasn't supposed to, but at least it gave Cassius something to work with.

Unless, of course, he was a Zeon agent. Which would explain how he knew how to pilot a mobile suit – but then again, he did apparently kill three enemy pilots, which would get him shot for treason if he ever returned. Unless he was authorized to commit friendly fire in order to maintain his cover – but then again, Tem apparently knew him.

Which is why Cassius turned to Tem and interrupted his next tirade with – "Do you know him, lieutenant?"

"Y-yes, sir. He's my son."

That... was unexpected. And not entirely in an unwelcome way: it pretty much eliminated the possibility of the boy being a Zeon agent unless Tem was a plant himself, in which case the entire project was already compromised far too deeply for an infosec violation to matter. And also explained the sudden tails-between-legs guilty attitude Tem assumed as soon as he was addressed by a superior officer: it was a family matter. Still, Cassius decided to ask for a background check on both of them as soon as they reached Luna II, just in case.

"You understand that we'll have to take him into custody."

Tem looked ready to protest for a moment, but finally relented. – "Yes, sir."

"I'm sorry about this, but we can't let him go. He knows too much."

"I'll cooperate, sir." – the teen stated without a hint of alarm. Either he had an excellent poker face... or he truly felt like he didn't have anything to be afraid of.

"Good." – Cassius turned back to Tem. – "Lieutenant, I want you to load everything not nailed down on the White Base. Don't bother making an inventory, just concentrate on loading the cargo. The ship that followed us here is staying away for now; hopefully we've taken out their mobile suit compliment, which will buy us some time."

"What about the red one?"

"What red one?"

Tem gestured towards his son with his head. – "He was chasing a red Zaku when I saw him, but it fled once the other two were down."

A chill ran down Cassius' spine and he immediately turned to the other soldier present. – "Ryu, do you think-?"

"Bullshit." – the soldier replied immediately. – "I've seen him in action at Loum, sir, no way the kid could take him."

"Listen... Amuro, was it?" – Cassius asked, turning back to the teen. – "How many Zakus were there in total?"

"Four, sir."

"And you got three of them?"

"Yes, sir. I ambushed the first from behind, then moved into this area and took out the other two here."

A short and almost casual summary. Sounding far more casual than it should be, considering the subject matter. – "What about the fourth?"

"It was escorting the first one, but I couldn't take it out before it regrouped with the others."

Which matched up with Tem's eyewitness account. – "And you're certain it was red?"

"Yes sir, MS-06S commander type with a bazooka and leg missile pods."

"How do you know what type it was?"

"Had an antenna, sir."

"It could be just customization." – Ryu guessed.

But Amuro shook his head. – "Its performance was far higher than the others'. The pilot was better, too; once he ran out of weapons, he sacrificed one of his legs as a distraction and retreated. He can't fight inside the colony with a missing leg, but the AMBAC system can adjust to compensate, so his zero-g maneuverability will only be partially affected and he could try to ambush us when we leave the colony."

By the end of Amuro's analysis, Cassius' eyebrows were well on their way towards his hairline. This kid actually sounded like he knew what he was talking about. – "How do you know that?"

"That's what I would do in his place, sir."

Ryu began to say something but before Cassius' ears could register the sound, Amuro's head suddenly snapped to the side and he stared off into the distance for a second before yelling – "Incoming!" – and throwing himself to the ground.

A moment later, a sudden explosion nearby shook the ground, immediately prompting all three adults to follow suit and hit the deck. Well, Tem let out a startled yelp and unceremoniously belly-flopped to the ground while the soldiers beat him to the punch by half a second.

"Or he could switch to a sniper loadout to finish what he started!" – Amuro added. And Cassius was surprised to hear irritation in his voice. Not fear from being shot at like any civilian, irritation of someone who just had a fast one pulled over them.


On the other side of the colony, Char chambered the next round for his Zaku's anti-ship rifle. It was quite difficult to accurately hit something from such a distance, even without his one-legged Zaku awkwardly lying on its front. But he didn't survive two wars being a horrible shot and he only had the rotation of the colony to compensate for.

Thus, as his next shot connected with a trailer whose cargo he recognized as the upper half of a Guntank, he smirked. It was just like Loum, except without the part where the big, fat stationary targets actually shot back with anti-air fire.


"Ryu!" – Cassius yelled over another explosion. – "Do you have any experience at flying that thing?!" – He thumbed at the prototype, still bent over on all fours where Amuro left it.

"Two simulations, sir!"

That's nowhere near enough for the situation, Cassius decided. – "What about you, Lieutenant?"

"I only designed it! I never actually flew it myself!" – Tem protested, lifting his face up from the soil just long enough to answer before another explosion startled him right back down.

"And I'm guessing correctly that you don't happen to know where any test pilots are, right?"

"No, sir!"

'That's just great' was what Cassius was in the middle of thinking when Amuro spoke up, only to be drowned out by another explosion. – "What?!"

"Permission to sortie in the Gundam?!" – the teen yelled over the background noise.

Cassius' first instinct, the instinct of a military officer with full knowledge of regulations, was to refuse outright. And yet, he only managed to open his mouth before realizing that he had no better idea. He had no one even remotely qualified in doing the job at hand, and yet here was a volunteer who had already shown he can do it.

"...oh, what the hell! Go! Go!" – he barked, gesturing towards the Gundam just in case Amuro didn't hear it.

From the way the kid sprung up to his feet and hauled ass, he definitely did. Not that it made Cassius feel better about the situation: sending a kid into life-or-death combat or no, he was fully aware that simply handing classified top-of-the-line equipment was likely going to end in a court martial. It's not like he was planning on staying in the EFSF for much longer, but a dishonorable discharge means ineligibility for veteran benefits, which likely wasn't going to make his olden days any easier.

Then again, veteran benefits meant precisely squat if he was too dead to enjoy them and Cassius wasn't quite prepared to give his life for his country just yet. Desperate as it was, an alternative was still an alternative.

"Sir!" – Ryu called out when the Gundam rose up onto its feet and immediately turned towards the colony's interior before its thrusters flared and the machine rocketed away. – "Are you sure about this?!"

"If you have a better idea, I'm listening! Lieutenant Ray, is there anything nearby we can actually use?"

Tem just stared after the Gundam.

"Lieutenant!" – Cassius barked impatiently, which finally succeeded in snapping the engineer out of his reverie.

"There... there may be a Core Fighter nearby, but finding one in these conditions is-"

"Wait one!" – Ryu interrupted, one hand raised. After a few seconds, there was an explosion in the direction the Gundam headed off to. – "I think the shooter switched attention to him."

"Get me the radio!" – Cassius ordered, only realizing belatedly that he had no way of knowing what, if any, frequency Amuro was on at the moment. Instead, he decided to use the momentary breather to reach his XO. – "Bright, any change up there?"

Just then he felt the ground tremble beneath him. – "Standby!" – came the agitated response. There was a brief silence before the man continued. – "Lookout reports the dock is under fire!"

"Mobile suits?"

"Negative, it's cannon fire from the Musai! It didn't hit us, but it wasn't far off either!"

"Get the gunnery crew to their stations and prepare for emergency launch!" – Cassius ordered. – "If they want a fight, we'll give them one."

"Sir, the equipment-!" – Tem protested.

"We'll come back for it after we've sunk that bastard!" – Cassius cut him off. – "They box the White Base into the dock, we're not going anywhere. A breakout and counterattack is our only option. Bright, can you take care of things until I get there?"

"Yes, sir."

Just then, a new voice joined the conversation. – "Gundam to White Base. CQ."

"This is White Base Actual, identify yourself."

"I'll take this one, Bright." – Cassius interrupted. – "Gundam, sitrep."

"Tally one target, ID MS-06S." – came Amuro's terse voice. – "Same one as before. In pursuit but unable to intercept; target too fast."

"If it leaves the colony, break off and return. And stay on this channel. Understood?"


Cassius then stood and dusted himself off. – "I'm heading back to the ship. Ryu, you go with the lieutenant and see if you can't find something to fly. Lieutenant, as soon as you're done with that, go to the base. Pull down a copy of every hard drive of every goddamn computer in the place that was even tangentially involved in research, then remove the drives, pile them together and go find the emergency thermite charges. We're not leaving anything behind."

"What about the equipment?" – Tem asked, straightening his glasses.

"Have your people handle that. Move everything to the dock so that once we're back in, we can load everything up ASAP and be gone before Zeon even thinks about sending in reinforcements."


With that, Cassius began hurrying back towards the dock, his ears still registering Ryu's voice from next to the overturned jeep. – "Doc, gimme a hand with this thing."


Outside, the stillness of space was suddenly disturbed by a red Zaku bursting out of a maintenance hatch, immediately braking to a halt and jetting off to the side before settling down on the colony's external wall, rifle trained at the hatch.

Inside, Char briefly took off his mask to wipe his forehead of sweat. Maybe it was the number of years he spent without it, but the thing was starting to feel... obtrusive. Restrictive. Yet he knew that he couldn't just stop wearing it right away. For one, it would immediately arouse attention in people who had only ever seen him in it. For another, there was always the chance someone could recognize his face. And right now, being Casval Deikun would be a death sentence.

In fact, Char had no illusions of ever being able to live with that name anymore. Even if the Zabis were to be removed, other people who bought into the propaganda would flock around him and turn him into a grotesque messiah figure. Not that he minded the doors it opened and resources it gave him access to when he stepped into the limelight as the leader of Neo-Zeon, but he honestly had better things to do than pander to the crowd. Like destroying the Federation, for one.

Even so, as he put the mask back on and focused his attention back at the hatch in anticipation of his pursuer, his mind couldn't help but wonder. He was about to return anyway due to having expended most of his rifle's ammunition when the Gundam rose up from behind a building near the carnage he had wrought; when did it get there without him noticing, he had no idea. And yet, one shot, one single shot at the white mobile suit was enough for the pilot to immediately zero in on his position nearly across the entire colony.

Was the pilot a Newtype? Did the Federation already have them among their ranks this early and his wingmen managed to kill this one by pure happenstance the first time around?

Whatever the case, Char decided not to risk it and disengaged as soon as he was certain the Gundam was headed for him. He was fairly certain the anti-ship rifle could've pierced the lunar titanium armor on a direct hit, but that wasn't a theory he was willing to test right now. Not with his mobility hampered by a missing leg. Yet even as he waited with baited breath and felt the colony shake from the Falmel's cannon fire two more times, his foe did not appear. And Char found that no matter how hard he tried to extend his senses in search of it, all he achieved was giving himself a headache.

Thus after the third time the Falmel struck the colony, he conceded that his pursuer likely lost his trail and decided not to linger around himself.

After all, he didn't want to miss the main event.


The anti-ship rifle Char is wielding here is the same one he used at the beginning of the first Origin OVA, shown to be capable of cutting right through a Magellan's armor and gutting it in a single shot. Contrary to popular belief, lunar titanium is not, in fact, completely immune to kinetic weapons, only highly resistant. A sufficiently powerful kinetic weapon such as the Dom's 360mm and late-war 880mm bazooka could still damage a mobile suit with lunar titanium armor and in the original MSG novelization, the Gundam itself is ultimately destroyed by a Rick Dom, rather than a beam weapon.

CQ – radio operator code for "any station listening on this frequency, please respond"
Actual – radio callsign indicating that the commanding officer is on the line, rather than the unit's radio operator
Tally – NATO brevity code for "enemy spotted"
Wilco – NATO brevity code for "received and complying" ('roger' merely indicates reception, not compliance)
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Re: Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

Post by Fraktal »

Amuro's knuckles were still tense on the controls by the time he was nearing the factory section once more, the smoke from the fires visibly fogging the longitudinal axis of the colony above him. It would take the environmental systems a couple of days to clear it out, but structural damage to the colony itself was still light. Which was good, but not nearly as good as it could've been.

He was mentally kicking himself for not expecting Char to come back so quickly, and with an anti-ship rifle nonetheless. If it weren't for the low angle the shots traveled at, ordinance of that caliber could very well have punched a hole straight through the colony's outer wall and spaced a lot of the civilians who were fleeing to the dock nearby. Things were definitely not going according to plan – and not just because he failed to take down Char on the first try due to a cheap shot on the man's part. Hell, Char wasn't even supposed to have accompanied his wingmen into the colony during the initial incursion, let alone armed to the teeth with heavy weapons.

But that was no excuse for failing to take him out right then and there. There was no denying it: Amuro was having far more difficulty adjusting to an RX-78 than he expected. The controls he could vaguely recall and it wasn't as if mobile suit controls didn't have a similar level of cross-compatibility as airplane controls, but the difficulty was in how sluggish the machine was compared to what he was used to. It wasn't just the lack of a movable frame, the whole system was reacting to his commands with a brief but noticeable time lag, as if it was taking a moment to figure out what command to send to which actuator.

He definitely needed to look into the OS later on to see what he could do about that in the way of optimization. That is, if they would even let him.

The cockpit display alerting him to an incoming communication shook him out of his thoughts. – "White Base to Gundam. Sitrep."

"Contact lost with target, returning as ordered."

"Change of plans. The Musai is barraging the docks trying to smoke us out and the impacts are getting a bit too close for comfort. We're almost ready for launch, but I need you back here ASAP."

"On my way."

"Lieutenant Ray is going through our cargo right now to get you a weapon to use. I need you to get out there and distract them long enough for the White Base to get outside. We'll handle the Musai, you just need to buzz around their heads loud enough to keep their attention on you until we have them in our sights. Can you do that?"

"Yes, sir."

He would do more than that.


"Who was that, sir?"

"The reason why we aren't Zaku boot polish right now." – Cassius replied as he put down the receiver. – "You know Lieutenant Ray has a son, right?"

"Yes, sir." – Bright replied.

"Well, he somehow got into one of the prototypes when the Zakus showed up and tore them to pieces with it. Don't ask me how because I don't have any more of a clue than you do. He was about to return it to us too when a sniper started taking shots at us, so I sent him after it. He's on his way back now."

"Are you sure that was wise, sir? Letting an untrained civilian operate classified equipment is-"

"Against regulations, I know." – Cassius interrupted him wearily. – "You're not the first to remind me, either. But if he gets us out of here in one piece, I'll take the rap from the brass. Especially if we can hold these Zekes off long enough to not walk away empty-handed."


As the one-legged Zaku stood suspended by fuel lines in the middle of the Falmel's hangar like a spider sitting at the center of its web, Char was idly drumming on his knee with his fingers in the cockpit. As much as it hurt his pride, he was forced to change into a normal suit after all. A glance at the cockpit display told him the propellant loading was 95% complete, which meant he would soon be heading out again – and this time, for the killing blow.

After all, having the Gundam did the Federation a fat load of good if it couldn't leave Side 7, much less reach Jaburo, without a certain assault carrier to hitch a ride on.

While waiting, his thoughts inevitably went back to the way the Gundam fought. Newtype or Oldtype, it wasn't the practiced but rough style of a well-trained rookie, but more like an experienced ace who knew the full capabilities of a mobile suit and didn't hesitate in using them. But considering that it was far too early for the Federation to have mobile suit aces of their own, it hinted the possibility of a Zeon defector. But as much as he tried to wrack his brain for an answer, he didn't remember hearing about any Zeon aces who defected before the tides of war even turned in the Federation's favor.

Another possibility, of course, was one he considered but rejected. At this point in time, Amuro Ray was nothing more than an arrogant and whiny teenager with zero skill or experience, only surviving by the skin of his teeth and even then only due to the Gundam's sheer power. Were he in a Zanny back in the day, he wouldn't have even made it stand up before getting perforated by Zaku machine gun fire. It was a textbook example of the machine doing all the fighting, something Char personally looked down on as undeserving of the name of soldier. Of course, that situation very much changed later on, to the point of Amuro putting the fear of God into him like no one else ever did. Even facing down Haman Karn by himself in an inferior machine couldn't compare.

The way the Gundam moved was most decisively not something Amuro would be capable of at this time, of that he was dead certain. Yet the possibility kept gnawing at the back of his mind, maddeningly teasing him with something he didn't know, an unknown that infuriatingly felt as if it should be obvious.

And Char did not miss the moment of himself instinctively calling out Amuro's name during the fight.

"Resupply complete, sir." – Dren's voice shook Char out of his thoughts. And indeed, the displays now indicated his thrusters were topped up with reaction mass he'd need to maintain maneuverability despite the missing leg. Although the deaths of his wingmen meant he now had an abundance of spare parts for his own Zaku, there was no time to conduct more extensive repairs if they wanted to catch the White Base before it left.

"Continue barrage but stand ready to change target if the ship comes out." – Char ordered before moving to close the cockpit hatch, his subordinate backing out of the way.

"Understood, sir."


"The Gundam is armed, sir." – Tem reported to Cassius via the wired headset the latter was holding as he sat in the captain's chair on the bridge of the White Base.

"Good." – Just then, another explosion rocked the ship as the Gundam flew by the bridge window and stopped in front of the ship, holding a rifle in one hand.

"Sir, that hit was in the berth below ours!" – one of the operators at the elevated station behind him reported.

"We have to hurry. Marker, tell dock control to open the bay doors and let us out." – Cassius switched channel on his headset with a button press on his armrest. – "Gundam, do you read?"

"Five by five."

"We're out of time. Get out there, we'll be right behind you."


"Ensign José here." – Ryu's voice cut in. – "The doc got me a fighter; permission to sortie to back him up?"



"Movement at the dock!" – came the report from the built-in speakers of Char's helmet as his Zaku floated off to the side of the Falmel to keep the latter's line of fire at the colony clear.

"I see it." – Char replied, dialing the rifle's optics to maximum magnification to see a blue-white speck flying out of the dock. 'Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly...'


As soon as he reached open space, Amuro grit his teeth. Trying to actively reach out with his senses felt like climbing through a thorn bush: the harder he pushed, the more it felt like a jagged knife was slowly being driven into his skull. He knew the tickling sensation on his skin below his left ear was a thin trickle of blood even before his fingers brushed against it, but it still made him frown. This never happened before and there was no time to mull on it either.

Still, he needed to... there. A brief brush of intent directed at him was enough to subconsciously draw his eye in a specific direction long enough for him to notice the small silhouette of the Musai in the distance. Briefly moving upwards to clear the way for the White Base, Amuro raised his beam rifle and took aim with both hands.

"Listen up, Amuro." – came his father's voice through the radio, grainy from Minovsky interference but still legible due to his proximity to the colony. – "The computer can't lock onto the target without a clear visual silhouette, so you need to be reasonably close to your target to be able to hit it. Even then, you need to pay attention to the rifle's charge level-"

"I read the manual." – Amuro interrupted him. – "Visual contact with the Musai, about... 120, 130 klicks fore of the space gate, two o'clock low."

"Ryu, can you confirm?" – Cassius asked.

"Wait one... confirmed. Kid's got good eyes."

"No sign of interception." – Amuro continued. – "They're probably staying out of the line of fire."

"Maybe." – Cassius mused. – "Are you sure you got three Zakus in the colony?"


"Latest intel says a Musai has room for four at most, so that sniper should be the only one left."

'Assuming Char didn't bring an extra in the Komusai.' Amuro mentally remarked, but did not say it out loud.

"Alright kid, follow me but stay loose. Musais don't have anti-air turrets so if you just keep moving, you should be fi-"

"I can hit it from here."

"Don't be ridiculous!" – Tem cut in. – "That rifle isn't meant for long-distance shooting, the targeting system isn't calibrated for the Minovsky jamming at this range."

Amuro didn't reply. Inhaling and exhaling once, he closed his eyes.

"Are you listening to me?"



He could feel it.

The distant, almost completely silent, whispers on the wind, a ripple in the water no eye could see, bleeding into infinity as the flock rose from the surface like a blooming flower yearning for the sky fated to forever remain beyond its reach, a realm that existed beyond sight and thought, beyond mind and soul. beyond joy and sorrow, beyond life and death, its fingers softly guiding his to ends he knew not and could know not.


Eyes snapping open, he pulled the trigger and a beam of deadly light lanced out of his rifle, streaking off into the darkness of space.

"You're just wasting energy! You can't seriously think-"

"Explosion at the Musai!" – Ryu suddenly interrupted.


Many kilometers away, Char's head snapped around at record speed when a beam of light suddenly buried itself into the Falmel's middle turret, which violently tore itself to pieces in a massive explosion that visibly rocked the entire ship. – "What the-?!"

"We're hit!"

Letting out a snarl of dismay, he pushed his engines to maximum forward speed, centered his crosshair on the Gundam and fired.

Amuro reflexively yanked the controls hard the instant he felt the familiar twinge in his head, throwing the Gundam to the side before lining up another shot. He didn't even see the high-caliber round passing through his previous spot a few seconds later.

But Char did. 'Did he saw the muzzle flash at this distance?! What the hell kind of eyes does that pilot have?!' – "Dren, status report!"

"Turret 2 is out of commission! Damage control teams are on their way! Turrets 1 and 3 will finish charging in 20 seconds!"

"No time! Load all missile tubes and fire a full salvo into the bay!"

"But sir-"

"We can't let that mobile suit leave this place! Do it!"

Just then, another beam struck the bottom turret, the explosion sending the ship careening off to the side.

This was starting to be more than what they could take and Char knew it. But now he was close enough to see the Gundam without magnification and he was not going to let it take out his mothership and strand him hundreds of thousands of kilometers behind enemy lines without a fight. The Gundam had evidently seen him coming, as it retargeted at him and fired. But Char's Zaku hadn't been legendary for its swiftness for no reason and the beam struck only void when he casually dodged out of the way with plenty of room to spare.

He almost didn't dodge the second shot targeted at the exact spot he would've been if his senses didn't alert him to it ahead of time. Which was enough for him to conclude that his foe's marksmanship was definitely not a fluke: the guy knew exactly where to aim. But there was only so much room for shooting here, with the speed he was approaching and the range he was currently at. So he stopped moving sideways and charged straight in, both physical and non-physical senses focused at his opponent with enough intensity for his head to feel like it was splitting in half.

In his mind's eyes, the universe slowed to a crawl as the Gundam aimed straight at him, the beam rifle's muzzle beginning to glow at the same moment his hands yanked the controls back. With less than a hundred meters and practically zero lateral relative velocity between muzzle and target, there was no way for any competently trained pilot to miss such a shot... but Char Aznable was no ordinary pilot himself. The outermost layers of the Zaku's paint bubbled as the machine threw itself into an impossibly fast backflip and the beam passed mere centimeters above the chest armor and the monoeye; there was no way for the Gundam to react before the Zaku's inertia closed the remaining distance and the red machine plowed straight into its quarry's chest with its remaining foot, sending the Gundam violently tumbling back.

An instant later, Char took aim next to his Zaku's foot and the anti-ship rifle let loose with its own high-caliber payload at an even shorter range - only for the Gundam's left arm to snap up and backhand straight into the path of the bullet, the almost point-blank blow tearing off a chunk of the forearm armor plating but deflecting just enough to miss the rest of the body. If it weren't for the lunar titanium, the arm wouldn't even have remained attached, much less intact and operational enough for the Gundam to swiftly toss its beam rifle from right hand to left, draw a beam saber with the now-empty right hand and immediately counterattack.

At that moment, Char knew without a doubt. None of the Oldtype aces he had known, either personally or by reputation, had that kind of reaction speed.

With that in mind, he righted the Zaku and counter-charged, pulling out the Zaku's heat hawk and immediately launching a swing before the axe blade had even finished heating up. Arcs of energy frayed the void as beam saber met heat hawk, the contained plasma failing to eat into the already superheated metal during the momentary contact before sliding off the curved blade from the force the Gundam was putting behind the parry. Char immediately reversed his attack into a horizontal slash to decapitate the Gundam but hit only space due to the Gundam leaning back to evade before kicking the Zaku in the side with the same motion and immediately stabbing forward with its beam saber to exploit the opening.

Amuro cursed to himself when the Zaku diverted the stab at the last second by ramming the muzzle of its rifle into the Gundam's elbow, only cutting a gash into the spiked shoulder guard instead of running the torso straight through. Zaku or no Zaku, this was Char Aznable he was up against and he wasn't considered by many to have been Amuro's equal for nothing. Not that Amuro particularly cared about competition or comparisons in the first place; war was never a game to him.

His senses alerted him just in time to move the Gundam's elbow out of the way of the point-blank shot that would've blown the joint in half at this range. He had personally known some pilots who joined the force after the One Year War and swore up and down that beam weapons objectively beat everything else, but Amuro himself had enough experience being on the receiving end of physical weapons to know better than to underestimate them. It was impossible to build moving parts without leaving seams in the armor to allow movement and anything that hit the gap between two plates wouldn't care what those plates were made of.

As the Zaku's heat hawk swept down to exploit the opening of the Gundam's saber arm being too far away to intercept in time, the Gundam kicked upwards with one foot into the end of the shaft of the Zaku's heat hawk to cancel out the weapon's momentum and create enough distance to spin around and parry the follow-up strike over its shoulder. Amuro immediately took aim with the beam rifle under the raised arm, only for the Zaku to swiftly disengage from the blade lock, knock his aim off with a kick to the barrel's bottom and take aim with its own rifle. But by the time it could fire, the Gundam spun back around and heel-kicked the rifle's barrel to the side, the Zaku using the momentum imparted by the blow to spin around and backhand-parry the incoming beam saber.

Above them, the Core Fighter floated motionlessly. – "Santa mierda..." – Ryu murmured.

"Ryu, talk to me. What's happening?"

Just then his thermal sensors alerted him to a large number of contacts heading in his direction. And it didn't take him long to realize what those were. – "I-incoming missiles from the Musai!"

"Move to intercept! Gundam, if you're hearing this, change of plans!"

"He's a bit busy right now, sir!"

At that moment, the Gundam's head snapped towards the incoming missiles before it threw its beam rifle upwards, parried an incoming hit and swiftly drew its other beam saber to cleave the Zaku's anti-ship rifle in half before shoving the heat hawk back and kicking off the Zaku's chest as a stepping stone upwards, putting its first beam saber away and grabbing the drifting beam rifle before rocketing off straight towards the missiles, Zaku hot on its tail.

"...or not." – was all Ryu could say before flying after them.

Truth be told, the sight of the red Zaku sent a chill down his spine as his brain vividly remembered the sight of the same mobile suit firing a tactical nuclear warhead straight into the open hangar of the ship he launched literally seconds before at Loum. Whether it was the will of the grim reaper that he crossed paths with the Red Comet again or something else, Ryu didn't know. But he profusely thanked God that Char was focused on someone else at the moment and as he lined up the crosshair on the speeding Zaku, having to throttle his own engines to maximum just to keep up, Ryu decided he will not be the last man standing this time around. – "Bring it, pendejo...!"

Three beams of light lanced out from the Gundam's beam rifle in rapid succession, each bisecting a missile, before the Zaku caught up and grabbed the Gundam's right leg from behind, fouling the next shot. The Gundam swiftly kicked backwards with its other foot before blowing away another missile but as the Zaku raised its heat hawk, the Core Fighter swept down like a bird of prey and strafed the Zaku with its machine guns. While this did little more than distract the Zaku long enough for the Gundam to take out one more missile, Ryu swept back around and shot the Zaku in the back with a missile just in time to blunt a heat hawk strike meant for the Gundam's thruster block. This time the Zaku finally let go of the Gundam so that the latter could take out two more missiles, but Ryu had no time to savor the minor victory as the missiles were already about to fly past them.

So he turned and streaked off after the missiles, gunning down one after another. He almost didn't hear the kid yelling something over the radio when suddenly the view above his canopy was filled with a red Zaku, heat hawk swiping straight down like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

The superheated blade was less than a meter from the glass before it was speared straight through by a pink-purple beam of light and the next moment became filled with noise, shaking and pain. He shook off his daze just in time to see the Zaku get decapitated by another beam, causing it to toss away its ruined weapon and quickly leave his field of view.

Then he remembered the remaining missiles, grit his teeth and rammed the throttle forward. Luckily, his ride seemed to have survived the close-range buckshot of shrapnel without being much worse for the wear. Minus the canopy, whose broken shards were clattering around him from the acceleration, Ryu hissing in pain as he realized at least three shards were lodged into his thighs and were now being driven further in from the acceleration, to say nothing about the visible air leaks around them.

It took him an unnervingly long time to catch up, even with his momentum not having been decreased too badly by the hit he took earlier. As the colony loomed ahead of him, Ryu took out one of the last few missiles before the remaining ones suddenly started exploding, the Gundam zipping by him firing its head vulcans on full auto. Only one missile was left when the Gundam abruptly stopped firing and instead accelerated, leaving him behind. Ryu was in the middle of reaching for the radio to warn the White Base of incoming ordinance when the Gundam, now head-to-head with the missile, drew a beam saber and threw it at the missile, cleaving it straight in half before flipping around and decelerating hard against the colony's wall.

He winced when the Gundam bounced off the surface from failing to completely halt its momentum, but it didn't seem to affect the pilot much, seeing how it immediately headed towards him.

Taking a slow breath, Ryu carefully grabbed the first glass shard and slowly pulled it out, wincing from the pain. He knew every second cost him oxygen but possibly ripping the hole his normal suit even wider would be worse, hence why he took things carefully while his other hand reached into his suit's side pocket to grab the emergency sealant tape. As soon as the bloody shard was fully out, he tossed it aside and quickly unrolled the tape, sealing the hole just as the Gundam stopped next to him. – "Are you alright?"

"I'll live; thanks for the save." – Ryu replied, sweeping away the droplets of his own blood floating in front of him before getting to work on the second hole. – "No offense, but why the hell did you pull that stunt at the end? You could've just shot the damn thing."

"I'm out of ammo."

"Oh. Never mind, then. What about Char?"

"Escaped. The Musai is retreating too."

Ryu sighed. – "That's that, then. We'll go back shortly but I took some shrapnel and need to patch up my suit."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"A little glass ain't gonna kill me." – Ryu replied with a scoff, tossing aside another bloody glass shard. – "Canopy's gone but the controls still work. This thing's built like a tank."

"The hull is made from the same material as the Gundam's armor, but it couldn't have taken a direct hit from a heat hawk."

"If you say so, kid. Next time we're on shore leave, I'm getting you a drink for this."

"I'm underage." – Amuro pointed out.

"I don't care! And no offense but I'm tossing your dad out the nearest airlock if he's got a problem with that." – Ryu finished extracting the final shard from his leg, taping the hole shut. – "After he's done fixing me up with a ride as sweet as yours, of course. I'm just about getting sick of being the underdog against the Zekes."

"I think you might want to call rain check with that airlock for now." - Amuro remarked with a slight smirk. - "I don't think your higher-ups would like it if you killed their foremost expert in mobile suit development while Zeon is still around."

Ryu laughed as he reached for the radio. – "Amen to that. You're alright, kid. José to White Base, come in."

"We heard the whole thing, ensign." – came Cassius' mildly amused voice. – "Return to ship and report to the infirmary. Mr. Ray, I trust you can get the Gundam into the hangar without crashing?"

"Yes sir, though I think the Core Fighter should go first." – Amuro replied. – "I'm not wearing a normal suit, so I can't open the hatch until the hangar is pressurized."

"Fair enough. Our berth didn't take any direct hits, so there shouldn't be any problems with maintaining atmosphere. Are you injuried?"

"No, sir. The Gundam took some light armor damage, but nowhere critical. One of the engine nozzle gimbals are a bit sluggish, though; I think it might be jammed."

"That's where Char hit you before he came after me." – Ryu spoke up, in the middle of steering the Core Fighter into the colony's space gate. – "I saw it."

"Ensign, can you confirm that was Char Aznable?"

"Beyond a doubt, sir. Color's one thing, but the guy was definitely flying like an ace. Speaking of which..."

Taking his eyes off the front for a moment, Ryu glanced at the Gundam.

"You might want to have the techs pull my gun camera footage, sir. You ain't gonna believe that shit."


The Core Fighter is canonically armored with lunar titanium, which makes sense considering that it was meant to basically serve as the Gundam's black box in addition to being an escape vehicle for the pilot. On the other hand, it could not possibly have had the same armor thickness as the Gundam or the Guncannon in order to remain VTOL-capable, let alone agile enough to outrun and outmaneuver dedicated atmospheric fighters like the Dopp.

The RRf-06 Zanny was one of the Federation's early attempts at producing mobile suits of their own, using captured Zakus as the base chassis. Although modified to use a Ball's recoilless cannon (caliber is uncertain: the Ball's is 180mm while the Zanny's is only 120mm, yet they're supposed to be the same design) rather than a machine gun, its development was severely underfunded due to competing with Project V and the final result was an extremely shoddy and mechanically unreliable design that never saw use as anything more than a training unit for future GM pilots.
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Re: Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

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"I told you, I'm fine." – Amuro grumbled as Ryu was herding him towards the White Base's sickbay, the latter limping in obvious discomfort from his leg injuries. The burly man was on him like white on the Gundam the moment he climbed out of the cockpit and waved away the concerned engineers looking at the dried blood on his face. – "It's probably just high blood pressure or something."

"High blood pressure doesn't cause your ears to bleed." – Ryu pointed out. – "Nose, sure. But ears? I'd say your cockpit's pressure seal got damaged, but seeing how you didn't pass out by the time we returned, I can't see how that happened. Option number two is you smacking your head hard. So off you go to sickbay."

"But it's not even bleeding anymore! And after what happened, there's probably a lot of wounded, so I'd just be wasting the medics' time. Just let me go to the restroom and I'll wash it off at the tap."

"Are you always this stubborn?"

"Only when people aren't listening to me."

"Cute. Unfortunately for you, I'm not your dad to let you go just because you say you're fine. If the docs say you didn't hit your head badly enough to randomly drop dead in the foreseeable future, you can go, not before. End of discussion."

Amuro rolled his eyes but stayed silent. Even if he were to be completely honest, there was a fairly high chance nobody on the ship even knew what a Newtype was or that it wasn't just a baseless theory by Zeon Deikun. Not to mention that openly assuming himself to be something the namesake of the Principality of Zeon preached about wouldn't exactly endear himself to the Federation's leadership to begin with. Or the fact that 'I'm psychic but my powers aren't working right now and I have no idea why so I can't demonstrate, sorry' sounded like any number of bogus psychics over history.

There was, of course, also the fact that even he had no idea why his ears were bleeding or why his senses were fogged, nor did he have anyone available to ask. He was in completely unknown territory here and couldn't think of any way out, so for the time being he had no choice but to accept it and move on.

He did occasionally wonder in the past whether there were any early Newtypes throughout human history who were the real deal, not hoaxes. But in the end, he decided even if there were, it didn't really matter anymore since they were all long dead.

Finally they arrived to the sickbay and the door slid open – only for a distinctive coppery smell to hit both of them, along with the sounds of injured people suffering at varying volumes.

"What did I tell you...?"

Ryu ignored him and instead beelined straight to a corpsman in the middle of finishing up an injured soldier's sling. After a few words exchanged between them, the corpsman looked in Amuro's direction and returned along with Ryu. Amuro was in the middle of opening his mouth to repeat once again that he was fine when the corpsman abruptly flashed a small light into both his eyes, making him wince. – "Follow it with your eyes." – came the curt order as the man slowly waved the object around a few times within the teen's field of vision before dismissing him. – "This one's fine."

"Finally." – Amuro grumbled, trying to blink the spots in his vision from the sharp light away as the corpsman turned to leave.

"That's it?" – Ryu called after the doctor, evidently not satisfied with how quickly the teen was cleared.

"Ensign, we're in the middle of triaging through several dozen wounded so unless he's about to bleed out, leave us to tend to the people who actually are." – the corpsman shot back over his shoulder in irritation.

"I don't mean to rub it in, but I told you so." – Amuro pointed out.

"Some bedside manner..." – Ryu grumbled, shaking his head before hobbling to a nearby storage cabinet to fetch pressure bandaging.

"Can I go now?"

"For God's sake, kid, would you calm down for one goddamn second?!" – Ryu snapped in exasperation, sitting down and beginning to peel off his normalsuit. – "I got hit too, in case you hit your head hard enough to remember."

"I didn't."

"Could've fooled me. Now c'mere and help me with this. Where the hell are you in so much of a rush to, anyway?"

Amuro opened his mouth to reply but found that he didn't know the answer.

Where to, indeed? He realized with a measure of flusterment that stopping the Zakus and preferably Char was literally all he thought about since his sudden, unexplainable return to this era. With that done (sort of), here he was, sitting on the White Base... without a plan. He didn't even know if they'd even let him in the Gundam again: Bright let him do it out of desperation, but Bright wasn't in charge anymore. He had no idea what to expect from Cassius. The man seemed to be on the level and let him use the Gundam last time, but that didn't mean he wouldn't change his mind as soon as there was an alternative available.

Because there was no denying it: Amuro wasn't in a position to argue. He had no rank, no commission, no combat record, nothing to make himself heard. Especially in the Federation military which has always looked at Newtypes and their extraordinary accomplishments with suspicion and jealousy merely because it wasn't the established elite said accomplishments stemmed from. And what would he say, anyway? What could he say? He had no illusions that anyone would believe him. Nor would they need to: from what he remembered from historical records, the Federation was already beginning to turn the tide towards victory. They didn't need him, even though they didn't know that. The minute he opened his mouth, he'd be declared delusional and kept well away from anything to do with combat.

But he had no intention to sit the war out, not by a long shot. Char was still out there and he was simply too crafty to be left to his own devices; there was no telling what kind of damage the man could do unchecked... especially if he managed to sneak into Jaburo again, something Amuro never found out exactly how he pulled off in the first place. And even if Char wasn't in his way, he could save a lot of lives on the battlefield, lives he couldn't save back then.

That particular thought, Amuro found enough for now.

"I've got friends who were on their way to the spaceport when the attack begun."

"Oh." – Ryu paused. – "Sorry. Tell you what, help me with this and we'll go look for 'em. Deal?"


"Sir, here are the contents of ensign José's flight recorder. He wanted you to see it right away."

"Thank you, that'll be all. Did you run into Lieutenant Ray on your way here, at any chance?"

"Yes, sir. He was inspecting the mobile suits in the hangar."

"Tell him that I want to see him right away."

"Yes, sir."

As the door closed, Cassius slotted the data card into his ready room's computer and drummed on the table while the contents finished parsing. He found the gun camera footage right away and the first few seconds were already on the projector when the door opened again and Tem entered, pausing when he noticed Cassius' attention being elsewhere. The captain simply motioned at him to take a seat.

The footage went on for a while, the two men watching in silence until it ended. From the corner of his eye, Cassius could see even without paying attention that Tem Ray's mouth was wide open the whole time. Truth be told, it was hard for him to maintain his composure himself – for what the man's son was doing was not lucky bumbling, it was pulling off multiple impossible shots at extreme range with no computer assistance, matching a seasoned ace blow-for-blow in hand-to-hand combat and slowly gaining the upper hand before breaking off to keep the colony from being hit by missiles, yet sacrificing his last two shots to narrowly save his ally and still stopping all of the incoming missiles.

And all without showing the least bit of hesitation, fear or even ego at his own accomplishment.

"Well, lieutenant..." – Cassius said finally, turning to Tem. – "I don't suppose you simply forgot to tell me your son has mobile suit pilot training?"

"Sir." – Tem began, visibly trying to find words. – "As you are aware, I was the head of the team who designed the Gundam." – He gestured towards the projector. – "But... that... even I didn't know it could move like that!"

"Better that than for it to not meet expectations, I suppose. But that still doesn't tell us how your son can do it."

"I don't know either, sir. Amuro was always interested in electronics and machinery; a few years ago, he even wrote a heuristic personality simulation for a toy. It's not quite an AI, but he kept tinkering with it ever since, said he was going to sell it. His teachers always said he was exceptionally intelligent, but not very motivated to actually put it to use beyond what he liked."

Cassius nodded. – "Go on."

"Operating a mobile suit, however, is far different from writing software or even operating heavy machinery like construction equipment. Wherever he picked these skills up, I can state with absolute certainty that I had no part in it."

"So he didn't know about your research?"

"Of course not, sir. Project V was classified. While I did occasionally run simulations at home, I followed information security protocols to the letter. There was nothing that could compromise our work, let alone be detailed enough to allow a civilian to learn how to operate a mobile suit."

"I see." – Cassius sighed, leaning back in his chair. – "You slipping up would've made this situation easier."

"What do you mean?"

"As... unpleasant as the thought may sound to you as his father, I can't dismiss the possibility that he's been compromised."

"By Zeon?" – Tem asked with a clear tone of incredulous disbelief.

"That would be my first guess. Intel says Zeon recently begun deploying underage personnel in support roles, probably due to manpower shortages. I don't know how much Zeon knows about your involvement in the project, but recruiting your son would give them a potential in. I presume he's not under your direct supervision all the time?"

"No, sir. My work on Project V required most of my time recently, so he's been looking after himself."

"No other family?"

"I'm divorced."

"Anyone else? Friends? Associates?"

"He doesn't go out much, from what I hear. There's a girl I've seen over at our home a few times, a classmate of his. Sweet little thing, even brings him food from time to time." – A moment later, mild realization appeared on Tem's face. – "Do you think she could be trying to recruit him?"

"A honeypot, you mean?" – Cassius mused. – "Could be. What do you know about her parents?"

"Only that they run a local clinic. But even if the family were working for Zeon, what would they be gaining by having Amuro undergo mobile suit pilot training while I'm away?"

"Stealing the Gundam, for one."

"But if he's with Zeon, why on Earth would he attack them and then bring the Gundam back, instead of flying off with them?"

"Normally I would say 'establishing trust', but... losing three Zakus and crippling a Musai, just to insert a spy?" – Cassius shook his head. – "That's far too high-profile. The whole point of being a spy is avoiding attention, not showing off like an action hero. If he really is one, he's practically waving a sign about it in our faces. Not to mention that while I can't say from experience how Kycilia Zabi operates, any agent of any sane intelligence service would end up in front of a firing squad upon his return after this much friendly fire merely to maintain his cover. Something just doesn't add up."

"Maybe that's what they want us to think." – Tem pointed out.

"Not out of the question, but we don't have the luxury to keep second-guessing every option, lieutenant." – Cassius admitted. – "For now, I want to keep an eye on him. After everything that happened, it's not like we can just leave him here. He knows too much. I know you probably don't like it and I'd rather not pull rank on you because of it, but he's coming with us on the White Base and that's non-negotiable."

"...understood, sir." – Tem replied uneasily.

"Now that I think of it, I think I'll have a talk with him too."

"You mean... interrogate him?"

Cassius shook his head. – "No need for that. He already said he wanted to sign up, roughing him up over suspicion isn't going to help. Especially if it turns out he's actually innocent, in which case what I just saw is more than enough for me to want him on my side."

And that was not a hyperbole. Cassius strongly suspected that if Amuro Ray decided he wanted them all dead once he was in the Gundam's cockpit... they would already be.

"Does your XO know about this?" – Tem asked. – "He didn't see this yet, did he?"

"Bright? No, he's overseeing launch preparations in the CIC but I'll have him watch it after shift change and draw his own conclusions. Speaking of which, how goes the equipment loading?"

Tem looked at his normalsuit's chronometer. – "About 15 minutes and we'll be done. I'll start a full inventory once we're underway."

"You do that. And make sure to rig everything critical with thermite in case Char tries to have another go and we can't hold him off next time."

"That... could be a problem, sir."


"Most of the thermite the research facility had was used on the servers and foundries. Shortage aside, all the prototypes are armored using lunar titanium alloy and it's been found to resist thermite long enough to require a significantly larger than usual payload to penetrate." – the engineer explained. – "We can destroy the electronics, but the frame will be mostly intact."

"Pity. Can't have things being too easy, I suppose. Carry on, then."

"Yes, sir."

As the scientist got up, Cassius steepled his fingers together on his lap, deep in his thoughts. His mind flashed back to the footage once more, to the Gundam and the youth within, overpowering Zeon's most dreaded ace in one-on-one combat. Something that, by all rights and logic, shouldn't be possible yet has happened. Twice, if Tem's earlier eyewitness account was accurate. And at the center it all was a boy who by all rights shouldn't have even held a gun in his hands yet, let alone the controls of the top-of-the-line, state-of-the-art military machine that was a mobile suit. But despite supposedly being an amateur, he not only matched an ace, but Cassius had a feeling it was Char Aznable who was struggling to keep up.

A curious observation, to be sure, but it wasn't entirely baseless either. He still didn't know how he was going to phrase it in his report of the incident, but it was definitely going to be an interesting report.

His thoughts were interrupted by Tem's voice from just beyond the still open door. – "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Are you alright?"

"It's okay. Have you seen Amuro anywhere?" – came a young girl's voice, Amuro's name immediately getting Cassius' attention. – "I've been looking for him, but everyone's busy and I don't want to go somewhere I'm not allowed to. I'm not bothering you at a wrong time, am I?"

"Oh, no, not at all. Why are you looking for him?"

"We split up on our way to the spaceport; he said he had to go get something. I'm worried he might've gotten hurt."

By the time Cassius' feet carried him to the door, he concluded that since the girl was telling on Amuro with zero prompting rather than cover for the boy, she couldn't really be involved in whatever Amuro was up to. So that scratched off one question, only to replace it with another: Amuro knew where the Gundam was and went out of his way to board it? How? Why?

Nevertheless, this was still one step ahead than a few minutes ago. Which is why he stuck his head out the doorway to see the girl for himself. – "Are you a friend of Amuro Ray?"

"Um... yes, sir." – the girl replied, fidgeting in place under his attention. Now he was definitely sure she wasn't involved. Her reaction was too raw for poker face. – "My name is Fraw Bow."

"Paolo Cassius, I'm the captain of this ship. Do you mind coming in? I'd like to ask a few questions." – At the girl's uncertainty, he added – "Don't worry, I don't bite. Lieutenant, you too."

As the door behind the two closed, Cassius saw the girl looking around apprehensively. Just five minutes ago, he would've found that suspicious but right now, he couldn't fault her. She was in an unfamiliar environment with strangers – a situation that historically wasn't advisable for young women, especially where soldiers serving far from home were concerned. Not that Cassius would ever allow or tolerate such a thing under his command, even as he was fully aware not every officer in the Federation military followed suit.

Or every officer in Zeon, for that matter. Some of the rumors he heard about from occupied territories on Earth made him break out in cold sweat just thinking about them.

"Is... this about Amuro?"

"It is, actually." – Cassius affirmed, pulling out a chair for her at the conference table before taking a seat himself. – "What kind of a person he is? What does he usually do in his free time?"

"Sitting at his computer and tinkering with things. He sometimes hanged out with a few of the boys in our class, but he stopped doing that two months ago."

"What happened?"

"Well... I don't know exactly. The school authorities said they tried sneaking into the colony's development sector but got caught. I later heard them saying that they've been shot at by armed soldiers who took Amuro away and sent him home."

Cassius sharply looked at Tem who animatedly made a protesting gesture with both hands. – "I didn't hear anything about that!"

"They said the soldiers knew you're his dad and let him go because of it." – Fraw added.

"And the others were detained?" – Cassius asked.

The girl looked away. – "...they were beaten up. Everyone saw them hurt the next day."

Cold anger flashed in Cassius' eyes as his glare shifted to Tem. – "Lieutenant, as soon as we're done here, I want you to go through the guard rotation for that day. I want their asses in the brig before we launch, even if they're lying half-dead in the infirmary."

Tem just gulped. – "Y-yes, sir."

"Shooting at civilians is one thing, but physically assaulting them after they've already surrendered..." – Cassius shook his head in disgust, turning back to Fraw. – "Anyway. You say Amuro was part of that group too?"

"Yes, sir. The others heard his dad was working there and roped him into it. I... don't think Amuro showed them the computers he had at home."

"What computers?" – Tem asked immediately.

"I saw him in the room opposite of his a few times, the one that had lots of computers in it." – From the corner of his eye, Cassius saw Tem going pale. – "A few days after what I told you happened, he suddenly stopped going in there and I saw scratch marks all over the floor the next time I was there, but he wouldn't tell me what happened."

A few seconds of silence passed in the room before Cassius turned to Tem and firmly asked in a tone that accepted no dissent. – "Lieutenant, what was in that room?"

"The, uh... the server racks I used to run simulations when I was working on the..." – Tem paused for a moment, then gestured at Fraw. – "You know. From home, I mean."

"I thought you said you observed all security protocols."

"I did, sir! I swear I wasn't told it was confiscated!"

"Nor were you told that your son was caught trying to sneak into the facility?"

"Absolutely not, sir!"

Cassius buried his face into both hands, letting out a frustrated groan. – "What kind of operation is this where even the top staff is kept in the dark? Is there any part of this goddamn project that was managed properly and competently?!"

Tem just kept staring at the floor with an expression of guilt befitting a junior officer being dressed down, while Fraw just silently kept looking between the two adults in confusion.

"Alright, alright..." – Cassius muttered behind his palms. – "I think we can rule out him being a Zeon agent."

"Sir, I'm positive that I didn't-"

"Lieutenant." – the captain interrupted Tem, dropping his hands to look straight into the engineer's eyes. – "You said it yourself that your son is a genius when it comes to machinery and computers. The material you left home would be enough for him to figure out the what, that manual the people here left in the cockpit would be enough for him to figure out the how. He pulled off what he did because he knew in advance what he was getting into. If anything, we should be thankful it was him who got to the Gundam first, rather than the Red Comet. Because if he didn't, we'd all be dead right now."

"Um..." – Frau interrupted timidly. – "Excuse me, but is Amuro in trouble?"

Cassius glanced at her for a second before he finally decided that it was pointless to keep beating around the bush. He was just plain done with the whole day.

"Not quite, but he'll have to come with us on the ship."


"Because your friend decided to jump into a mobile suit and get into a fight with four Zeon mobile suits at once, killed three of them, sent the single most feared Zeon ace running for his life and trashed their ship too for good measure." – Cassius deadpanned, ignoring Tem's startled look at him openly laying things out in earshot of a civilian. – "He's the sole reason your home isn't waving a Zeon flag right now and the sole reason why this ship is still able to accomplish the mission we were sent here for."

A moment later, he noted with a measure of mirth that if Tem Ray looked comically wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the combat footage earlier, Fraw Bow knocked him straight out of the water in that regard without any effort. Sweet little thing indeed.

"Wha-how-wha-" – the girl tried to articulate, brain visibly taking a few seconds to reboot and process what she just heard. – " A-Amuro did that?!"

"That's right. In the process of doing so, he has seen things that are classified military information, hence why he has to come with us." – Cassius explained. – "Normally that would be grounds for incarceration until the war is over to prevent him from possibly turning that information over to the enemy, willingly or otherwise, but he's already expressed an interest in enlisting with us."

And yet again the girl had visible difficulty processing the idea. – "Why?"

"I haven't asked him yet but frankly..." – He shifted in his seat. – "After what he'd done, I'd rather have him on my side than with Zeon. Besides, after what happened today, I figure he's got a bone to pick with Zeon for attacking his home and friends. Don't you think so?"

"I don't know... He never seemed to pay attention to the war. Even when there was that big battle at Side 5 in January, he said that he was concerned but there was nothing he could do. But yesterday..."

Cassius perked up at that. – "What was yesterday?"

"I went to his home and he didn't look well. He doesn't eat regularly unless I'm there to make him, but when I walked in... he looked at me like he had seen a ghost and collapsed. That never happened before, but I thought it was just his blood sugar levels being very low. Um... my family has a private clinic, see. Anyway, he was a bit better after he ate, but still looked weak. But when the alarms sounded today and I went to get him, he was... different."

"Different how?"

"I don't know. He was all... serious. I've never seen him like that. He was already waiting for me, said he knew I was going to come and didn't want me to be outside looking for him. Then when we reached the spaceport, he told me to go with my mom and grandpa to the shelters while he went to do something else." – Fraw looked down at the floor. – "I've... seen the people who got hurt. If we had gotten there just a few minutes later..."

"Did he do anything... unusual recently? Meet with suspicious people?"

"No, he barely goes outside after school."

"So he just spends all day shut in his room with his hobbies and no friends outside you?"

"Well... yes."

Cassius looked thoughtful for a few seconds before sighing and standing up. – "I think that's all I wanted to hear, thank you. Are your parents on the ship?"

Fraw nodded. – "Mom and grandpa are in the dining room with the others."

"Mess hall." – he corrected. – "And you said they have medical expertise?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you think they would mind lending us a hand in sickbay? We aren't fully staffed and could use some extra hands." – He started towards the door but suddenly paused in his step. – "Oh, and one more thing..."


While on his way to the mess hall, Cassius' thoughts once again returned to Amuro but this time, he just shook his head with a sigh. 'I must be getting old, but... I just don't know. That boy is no spy, he's just a nerd. But... something is definitely off about him. He's just too much of a question mark.'

Stepping into the large room and taking a moment to look around, he decided to put the matter to rest for now.

'Maybe time will tell.'

"Can I have everyone's attention, please?" – he called out. In a few seconds, the several dozen civilians in the room quieted down. From the corner of his eye, he spotted the girl from earlier with some adults he guessed were her relatives. – "Thank you. I'm Captain Paolo Cassius of the EFSF, the commanding officer of this vessel. In about half an hour, we will depart for Luna II. While we have the room and life support capacity to accommodate you for the moment, the nature of both our mission and our destination is such that there is a high chance of Zeon forces attempting to intercept us."

He paused for a moment, looking across the crowd before continuing.

"There is also a very high likelihood that, if you remain on board, you will have to remain in Federation custody for national security reasons."

That caused quite the murmur among the civilians, several of them looking fearful.

"The Zeon forces that invaded the colony today were attempting to foil our mission; however, they have failed and have been driven off with heavy casualties. There are no more Zeon forces near the colony and soon we too will be leaving. The danger has passed. Therefore, if you are not injured, I urge you to disembark and remain on Side 7. You are, and will continue to be, safer here than on this ship. The choice, of course, is yours. Just keep in mind the possible consequences I mentioned. That being said..." - He paused again to retrieve a hastily scribbled list from his pocket. – "I have here a few individuals who I'd like to remain on the ship for now. If you hear your name, please gather around me so that we can discuss the details..."


Half an hour later, the White Base slowly cruised out of the colony's dock as Cassius leaned back in his chair, half-listening to the crew's status reports as his eyes were fixed on the starry void beyond the bridge's viewport.

Space thankfully devoid of any Musais or Zakus, for once.

'Maybe we'll live through this.'


Apologies for any perceived drop in quality compared to earlier chapters. Dialogue-heavy chapters are not my strong suit and I wanted to just get this one out already.

I have been asked by several readers which version of canon this story is going to follow, or at the very least treat as Amuro's and Char's original timeline. The answer is that I'm not strictly following either; the story is primarily based on a hybrid of the original animation and the compilation movies, with some elements of Origin that do not explicitly contradict the other two added into the mix (hence why Fraw references events in the fifth and sixth Origin OVAs). Essentially, I'm exercising artistic license at my own discretion. Be advised, however, that I'm not familiar with the non-animated portion of Origin and other non-animated Gundam side-stories, so elements of those will likely not appear in this story.
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Re: Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

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Oh hey, you're crossposting this! Nice.
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Re: Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

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Yep. Not that there's much point to it.
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Re: Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

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"Reporting for shift change, captain." – Bright announced as he walked into the bridge.

"Good timing, I'm in need of some shuteye myself." – Cassius sighed, suppressing a yawn. He didn't keep track of time, but definitely felt the exhaustion of having stayed awake since before their arrival to Side 7. – "No enemy sightings so far, let's hope it stays that way. Helm, time to Luna II?"

"Six hours at current speed, captain." – the helmsman replied without taking his eyes off the bridge window. Not that Cassius would fault him; some of the asteroids surrounding Luna II were already visible in the distance and it would be rather pathetic to survive an encounter with an enemy ace, only to be turned into roadkill by an asteroid instead.

"Steady as she goes, XO has the bridge." – Cassius announced as he stood up from the captain's chair.

"Yes, sir." – Bright saluted, then lowered his voice. – "I also watched the footage you told me, sir."


"I'm having a hard time believing it was really him in that mobile suit. Are you sure we can trust him?"

Cassius shrugged. – "Way I see it, if he'd be with Zeon, he had his chance to take us all out back at the colony. He didn't take it, so he likely isn't with them and I'll treat him as such until he gives me reason otherwise."

"Understood, sir. By the way, there's a lieutenant looking for you. He's just outside."

And sure enough, as soon as Cassius stepped out of the bridge to head for his quarters, there was a man in Federation officer uniform waiting for him outside. Cassius immediately noted he looked older than the majority of his crew, which by itself was a giveaway of him being from Side 7.

"You wanted to speak with me?"

The officer saluted. – "Yes, sir. Lieutenant William Kemp, Project V. Based on the fact that this ship is carrying most of the project's materials, am I correct in assuming that Jaburo decided to recall us?"

"That's right. Is that why you wanted to speak to me?"

"I'm the project's designated test pilot of the RX-78-2 Gundam, sir. In light of the nature of this ship's cargo and that Zeon forces will likely try to intercept us, I wanted to let you know that I'm available for combat duty." – the officer explained as he fell in line with Cassius on the way to the latter's quarters. – "Once we arrive to Luna II, I'd also like to request a transfer to that end. I believe I'll be of better use here than on Side 7, now that the prototypes are no longer at the facility."

"That'd be much appreciated; we're short-handed as it is. And you say you have experience with the Gundam?"

"Nearly 200 hours in the cockpit. I was also one of the pilots assigned to testing captured Zaku IIs, so I know what sort of performance to expect from them."

"Even better." – And Cassius meant it. As good as a certain amateur on the ship was, he would feel much comfortable with having a veteran pilot or two watching over the ship, even though the only veterans he could possibly get his hands on at this time were test pilots who weren't exactly in ample supply. Speaking of which... – "Where were you during the attack yesterday?"

"On my way to the prototypes but I got pinned down and couldn't get there in time. I saw a Gundam driving off the Zakus, but I don't know who it was."

Oh, boy. This again. – "I assume you're acquainted with project lead Tem Ray?"

"We've met, sir."

"As difficult as you'll probably find it to believe, his son was the one who took the Gundam out yesterday. Three confirmed kills, one nearly crippled Musai and faced down the Red Comet himself. Came back with barely a scratch."

Kemp's eyebrows rose as high as anatomically possible – not that Cassius was surprised by such a reaction anymore when it came to Amuro Ray. – "I met that boy once. Are you certain it was him?"

"That's right. He brought the Gundam back and turned himself in with zero incident. Says he wants to enlist."

"And you believed him?" – the lieutenant asked with a skeptical tone.

"Enemy of my enemy, lieutenant." – Cassius quipped, stopping in front of his quarters. – "I'm willing to give him the benefit of doubt, for now. He's with us on the White Base, I'll handle the paperwork for the both of you once we reach Luna II."

"With all due respect, sir, I don't think that's a good idea." – Kemp pointed out. – "He's a civilian who shouldn't even have been near that mobile suit, let alone using it."

"Oh, I don't like putting a civilian in the line of fire any more than you do, but he stopped being a mere civilian when he pulled off what he did yesterday." – Cassius pointed out. It was becoming slightly annoying to be second-guessed from every direction at once for a decision he knew was controversial, even though he understood perfectly where his subordinates were coming from. – "He has both the will and the ability to be a valuable resource to the Federation. And I intend to seize this opportunity. The war has been at a stalemate for months now. We need every bit of advantage we can get, every tank, every bullet, every pilot. I don't know how or why he can do what he does, but that power should be on our side, not Zeon's." – Checking his chronometer, he suppressed another yawn. – "Anyway, we'll sort it out when we dock at Luna II. I know the garrison commander, he'll have to greenlight this anyway. Until further notice, consider yourself provisional CAG with ensign José as your second-in-command."

Kemp saluted. – "Yes, sir."


Kilometers away, Dren handed a damage report tablet back to a crewman before reaching under his helmet to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Even though all the internal fires had been extinguished hours ago and the life support system had dealt with the internal heat, he was still sweating all the same. Whether it was from nervousness or something else, he couldn't tell.

It was always a possibility that some of his crew will give their lives in the line of duty, but to have it happen with no warning that they were even being shot at... Now he supposed he knew how the ship crews felt in the days before Minovsky jamming, when they could be hit without even seeing who shot at them. How did that even happen, he still had no idea and no matter how many times he reviewed the remaining gun camera footage, all he saw was the two shots that hit the ship before the shooter changed target to Char's mobile suit.

And his superior was definitely not in the mood for supplying any information in that regard, storming out of the hangar in silent rage as soon as his headless, damaged Zaku came back to the ship.

Dren had no idea how could someone humiliate Char Aznable to that extent. And he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer. But delivering the collated damage report to his superior was something he had no choice over, hence why his next destination was the captain's quarters. Ringing the door buzzer and getting an affirmative response from within, he headed into the room and was about to speak up when he stopped dead in his tracks as his brain registered the helmet discarded into a corner, meters away from its hunched-over owner.

All he saw at first was a helmet-ruffled mop of blonde hair. But a second later he found himself under the glare of eyes so coldly blue that he unconsciously took a step back from the chill clawing through his very soul. Dren didn't think he had ever seen his superior officer without his mask – and now, he wasn't sure he ever really wanted to.

"What is it?" – came the quiet, almost emotionless question.

"S-sir! I have the collated ship readiness report."

"Go ahead."

Dren forced himself to look down at the tabled and cleared his throat. – "Turrets 2 and 3 are out of commission. The technicians say we might be able to feed some the excess power to turret 1 for faster charging, but it'll probably ruin the capacitors after a couple of charge cycles. Missile launcher ammunition down to 19%. We also have moderate damage to the superstructure, but it shouldn't affect combat maneuvering."

"Is there any way to get the turrets back online?"

"Not without a dry dock, sir." – Dren replied with a shake of his head.

"What's the status on the repairs of my Zaku?"

Dren glanced back down at the tablet. – "Still underway, but it should be done within the hour."

Char nodded and drummed on his desk with his fingers for a few moments before asking – "Are we still following the Trojan Horse?"

"Yes, sir. They're headed towards Luna II, as we expected."

"Dig up the latest intel reports regarding open approaches to the base and correlate it with the Horse's current course, then let me know which approach they're going to take."

"Um... yes sir, but I don't think we're quite up to snuff for a ship-to-ship engagement in our current condition." – Dren replied uncertainly. – "Shouldn't we at least call Admiral Dozle for resupply?"

Char merely smirked. – "Trust me, Dren. It won't come to that."

Well, he sure did hope so.


Four hours later, Bright shifted in his seat slightly. Had he been under gravity, some of his parts would've fallen asleep from sitting in the same pose for hours on end, but luckily that wasn't the case in zero gravity. Which was about the only thing that made being on watch bearable. Not that he would complain, though; his first space assignment certainly hadn't been uneventful so far, which was a given for wartime military service. What wasn't a given was a teenage boy saving the day in the very hardware they were sent here to retrieve. Bright had only spoken with Tem Ray a few times and even saw that photo of his son in Tem's room just before they arrived, but it still felt unreal to him that the very same boy ended up saving all their lives just a few hours later.

No matter how well they came out of that, though, you don't just hand military equipment over to a civilian to send them into combat, let alone one so young. Bright didn't know why his captain was so insistent on wanting to turn that boy into a soldier rather than sending him home where he belonged, but as XO it wasn't his call to make. In fact, he was glad on some level it wasn't his call, as officer training unfortunately didn't cover commanding a civilian militia and he had no idea what he'd do in that scenario.

He only hoped it wasn't going to bite them in the arse by way of Amuro losing it during combat. At the military academy he heard tales of how quickly untrained and inexperienced troops tended to break in the face of death.

Bright was abruptly startled out of his thoughts by a sudden, loud thump accompanied by a startled cry from the helmsman. Head snapping up, Bright saw a large, spiderweb-like crack on the bridge window.

"Sir!" – the helmsman called out uncertainly.

"Micrometeoroid impact?" – Bright demanded.

"Can't be, this approach is supposed to be clear!"

Then another impact crater appeared almost directly on top of the other, the cracks now packed so densely as to render the glass nearly opaque.

A chill ran down Bright's spine. – "Close the shutters!"

He heard the technician behind him hurriedly entering commands into his terminal... just as a third crater materialized between the other two and the entire window began rapidly developing larger and larger cracks with the unmistakable sound of being moments away from shattering altogether due to the bridge's internal atmospheric pressure against the vacuum outside straining the already weakened glass.


Armored shutters began descending from the top of the bridge window, but not quickly enough. With a loud shattering sound, the window gave way and everyone on the bridge was yanked out of their seats by the force of the air rushing towards the sudden hole. Bright's panicked grip for the armrest reached nothing but emptiness as he heard the brief shriek of the helmsman being hurled into space by the explosive decompression, followed by a moment of nothing but his ears crackling and popping louder than ever before in his life...

...then his back hit the shutter now covering the window and bounced off like an upside-down ragdoll, pain flaring across his torso as the impact knocked all remaining air out of his lungs. Even as blackness narrowed in from the edge of his vision, the young man all but instinctively kicked himself to the nearest console, trembling hands failing to press the environmental controls he wanted but panic forcing him to keep trying, ignoring the others writhing around in the zero gravity and clawing at their throats increasingly weakly, going still one by one from the lack of life-giving oxygen.

The last things he felt before consciousness blissfully left him was the rush of air from the vents in the ceiling and the slowly returning sound of decompression alarms.


Cassius was startled awake by the sudden, loud klaxon he unfortunately knew all too well. Throwing himself out of the bed, he immediately pushed himself to his desk and pressed the closed-circuit comm panel on the wall next to it. – "Bridge, this is the captain! Sitrep!"

No response came.

"Captain to bridge! Come in!"

After a few more seconds, he kicked himself towards the room's wall-integrated emergency normalsuit storage pod and practically tore the door open.

By the time he reached the bridge, fully suited up for a possible combat situation, he had to step aside to make room for an unconscious Marker being carried off on a stretcher, skin visibly swollen around the oxygen mask. He immediately noticed the broken window, closed shutters, as well as the multitude of bodies still being collected by the tired corpsmen.

He seized the first that came within arm's reach of him. – "What happened?"

"I don't know, sir." – the crewman replied. – "The entire bridge was like this when we arrived."

"Oscar, pull up the bridge security camera footage for the last minutes and find out what the hell happened!"

"Yes, sir!"

As Cassius looked over the bridge, he could barely keep himself from pulling at his hair from frustration. 'One second I take my eyes off of this place, one goddamn second...!' It was like the very universe was conspiring to make this day the worst he ever had - an observation that felt ever truer when he realized one of the injuries being carted off the bridge was his XO.

"How is he?" – he asked the corpsman.

"Breathing and has a stable heartbeat. Minor soft tissue damage consistent with vacuum exposure."

Cassius nodded and stood aside, watching as the last of the casualties were carried off the bridge. Having had to fly the ship on a skeleton crew was bad enough, but the bridge crew being out of action was even worse. Anyone could work the infirmary or the mess hall, but operating avionics was a whole another thing.

"Sir." – he heard Oscar's voice, shaking him out of his thoughts.

"What've you got?"

"Something blew out the window. Happened so fast they couldn't close the shutters fast enough and... hold on..." – The technician fiddled with his console for a few moments before looking startled. – "Oh, shit..."

"What is it?"

"Sir... Jackson is gone. He was closest to the window when it broke and he wasn't wearing a normalsuit."

Cassius promptly punched the nearest wall in anger. – "Goddamnit!"

An alarm tone came from the console, which prompted Oscar to quickly tap something and promptly turn even paler. – "Heat source, coming in from below! Emission profile says it's a mobile suit!"

Cassius immediately threw himself into the captain's seat and keyed in the shipwide PA system. – "General quarters, all hands to battlestations! This is NOT a drill!" – Muting the PA as alarms began to sound over the ship, he continued barking out orders. – "Call the hangar and tell them to get the Gundam ready for launch ASAP!"


As soon as the first alarm sounded, Amuro leaped right out of his bed, mind racing. 'Damn it, I fell asleep! Did Char resupply already?!'

After being discharged from the infirmary, Ryu made good on his promise and helped him find Frau. And, as it turned out, Frau's mother as well. Amuro was glad at least that turned out better than first time around. He still felt some measure of guilt when he remembered hitting a crying Frau just to snap her out of it long enough to get her on the White Base. Although having had Katz, Letz and Kikka under her care helped as a distraction from her grief, she was never the same chipper girl he came to know at Side 7 afterwards.

Come to think of it, he couldn't remember ever asking whether she ever went back to Side 7 to visit the mass grave her mother's body ended up in along with all the other civilian dead from that day.

He knows he didn't.

But there was no time to think about that. While the room he was put into had a wall locker for a normalsuit (it was standard for Federation warships, as keeping them in a central location that could get off from the rest of the ship by depressurization would be counter-productive), it wasn't his size. Putting it on didn't present any trouble, as he had years of experience in suiting up in a hurry, but the lack of gravity was pretty much the only reason he wasn't waddling like a child wearing an adult's trousers. Even so, by the time he reached the hangar, the alarm now having changed to combat alert after the PA announcement, he got through the airlock just in time to see the Gundam catapult-launching without him.

That... was definitely not according to plan.


In the Gundam's cockpit, Kemp steered the mobile suit into a wide turn around the ship before turning on the radio. – "Gundam to White Base Actual. Bogey dope."

"Kemp, is that you?"


"One bandit, off our starboard. Use extreme caution, there's a high likelihood that it's the Red Comet."

And indeed, as he saw the lone engine flare and zoomed in, it was a lone red Zaku, still missing its shoulder shield. He couldn't see a commander antenna either, which meant it probably had the head replaced as well. He could, however, see that the thing was armed to the teeth, dual-wielding a machine gun and a bazooka with missiles strapped to the legs as well.

Still, knowing it was the pilot who singlehandedly sunk five ships at Loum in less than five minutes made his mouth run dry. – "I have visual. Engaging."

"Use extreme caution, lieutenant!" – Cassius repeated. – "We don't have anything to send out as backup; you're on your own."

Lining up a shot from where he was, he pulled the trigger...

...and the Zaku simply zipped right out of the way of the beam in a single burst of engine power. Figures it wouldn't be that easy.

Closer, then.

It seemed, however, that his opponent had the same idea as the Zaku started closing faster than he had ever seen one move. A helluva lot faster, about right for the engine being redlined, but the level of control at said speed was just downright insane, the Zaku all but cartwheeling out of the way of his next shot before returning fire with its bazooka. But even that was a feint: it didn't even wait for the result of the shot before reversing its heading and opening fire with its machine gun straight at the Gundam's head.

It wasn't a particularly well-aimed burst, but Kemp knew better than to assume incompetence from a Zeon mobile suit ace. So he evaded all the same, boosting to the side before firing off another shot. And proving his point, the Zaku dodged that one too, despite the significantly shorter range between them, and fired another burst, this time from close enough that Kemp decided not to leave anything to chance and deflect with his shield.

Except this turned out to be exactly what Char wanted, as by the time he lowered the shield, the Zaku flanked him from the right and shoulder-charged him faster than he could aim. At least, that's what he saw before the Zaku suddenly switched stance and dropkicked his shield straight out of the Gundam's hands before twisting around and kicking the Gundam straight in the face with the other foot. Kemp immediately drew a beam saber and swiped at the Zaku, only for the red machine to nimbly flip over the blade and put a bazooka round directly into the Gundam's face at point-blank range, turning all of the cockpit viewscreens into static.

"Goddamn it!" – Kemp seethed as he blind-fired the head vulcans while hurrying to switch over to the backup cameras, succeeding only in time to see the Zaku's heat hawk hammer down on the inside of the Gundam's left elbow joint, exposed by the Zaku's other arm holding the Gundam's arm up by the fist around the ignited beam saber. He tried to kick the Zaku away but with the two of them floating in zero gravity with nothing to brace against, all it achieved was sending both mobile suits into a spin as the Zaku buried the heat hawk into the elbow joint once again, this time deep enough for an actuator damage alarm to sound in the Gundam's cockpit as the superheated blade hit something and got stuck between the arm's armor plates.

His next attempt to kick was interrupted by the Zaku beating him to the punch by kicking itself off of the Gundam, both arms swinging outwards in perfect symmetry to grab its machine gun and bazooka before nimbly backflipping to evade a beam rifle shot by mere centimeters, flipping to the side to evade another and firing a missile at him from its leg racks, forcing him to move.

Quickly checking if the Gundam's left arm could still move, Kemp gunned the Gundam's thrusters to maximum to go on the offensive. Firepower or no firepower, the Zaku's only close-combat weapon was currently lodged into the Gundam, so he had the advantage there. All he needed was one proper slash with the beam saber and it would all be over for the Red Comet.

Except the Red Comet had no intention of letting him get within saber range and by the time the Zaku dodged his seventh shot in a row, Kemp was starting to sweat. What the hell was going on? His specs were far superior to a Zaku's, how was it not enough?

Inside the Zaku's cockpit, Char frowned. The Gundam was barely putting up any resistance at all, compared to its earlier performance. Was it even the same pilot as before? Why in the world would they switch pilots now, after the previous one's performance against him? Was Bright trying to get everyone killed?

Oh, well. If they were considerate enough to offer him the opportunity to take out the Gundam right here and now, it would be rude to not oblige.

Thus as the Gundam missed the Zaku again, the latter launched itself into another shoulder charge. – "This again...!" – Kemp aimed at the Zaku but held fire, waiting for it to flip over into a dropkick again so that he can blast it mid-movement. And indeed, as soon as he saw the Zaku's arm start sweeping outwards in preparation of kicking out, he pulled the trigger...

...only for the Zaku to boost upwards and let the shot pass between its legs before reversing the feint and plowing both feet first into the Gundam's upper chest, redlining its engines to send both machines flying directly at the White Base too fast for Kemp to push back with the Gundam's stronger engines.

Just before impact, the Zaku suddenly reversed thrust into a high-gee deceleration that tore it away from the Gundam two seconds before the latter violently hit the hull of the White Base like a cannonball and rattled Kemp in the cockpit so hard he almost bashed his head against the front panel. And by the time he shook the dizzyness out of his head and looked up, it was only to see the red Zaku swoop down like a meteor and plow feet first into the haft of the heat hawk still lodged into the Gundam's elbow joint. What the Zaku's arm actuators couldn't achieve, 70 tons of Zaku with a helluva lot of momentum finished: the superheated blade instantly but through the joint and separated the entire forearm, hand and still-ignited beam saber from the rest of the Gundam.

And before Kemp could even swear, the Zaku's other foot swiped down with impossible precision and heel-kicked the back of the severed hand, causing the still-ignited beam saber to whip around and stab the Gundam in the gut just before the blade faded away from lack of power, just barely missing the cockpit. The damage alarms blaring in his ears didn't even have time to register before the Zaku pinned down his rifle hand with one foot and the Gundam's head with the other foot, facing away from the first and completely denying him a shot with the head vulcans.

And as if adding insult to injury, his cockpit viewscreen abruptly indicated an incoming hull-to-hull transmission from the Zaku. – "This has been quite entertaining, my friend, but I'm afraid you're not who I was looking for. I still appreciate you bringing this mobile suit out for the slaughter, though."

In the Zaku's cockpit Char smirked as he cut the contact link, aiming at the cockpit hatch with the bazooka...

...only to leap back as a warning flashed across his mind a moment before a hail of bullets zipped right through the spot where he just stood. And as his eyes locked on the Core Fighter that buzzed his position and flipped over to coast backwards on inertia while facing him, Char felt it.

'That's the one.'

Boosting backwards, the Zaku fired off a full-auto burst from its machine gun at the Core Fighter whose RCS thrusters flared like mad as the smaller machine danced out of the way of every single bullet, moving more like a Ball than its namesake aircraft. But Char wasn't stupid: he knew the pilot couldn't possibly keep that performance up indefinitely on finite RCS fuel. That was the very reason mobile suits were invented, after all. Which is why he boosted downwards and behind the White Base, his foe dropping out of sight the same instant his machine gun ran dry.

Kemp was in the middle of silencing the damage alarms when the radio came on, this time from a friendly. – "Lieutenant, are you alright?"

The voice wasn't quite familiar to him, but Cassius butted in before he could answer. – "Mister Ray, is that you?"

"Yes, sir!"

As the voice wasn't that of Tem Ray, by process of elimination that could've meant only one person. – "Who the hell gave you permission to climb into that?!"

"We'll worry about that later, lieutenant!"

"My fa- Lieutenant Ray did, for the record." – Amuro replied. – "Ensign José is still down with his injuries."

If that's how it was, Kemp decided he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. – "Right. I'm down one saber, but I still have my rifle. If we can pin that bastard down, I can take him out in one go."

"Can you still move?"

"I'm still good. Listen, don't even think about trying to steal the show again! The pea shooters on your ride will barely even scratch a Zaku. Just get his attention and let me take him down, got it?"


Beneath the White Base, Char let go of the Zaku's bazooka to eject the machine gun's spent drum magazine and snap the spare in place before grabbing the bazooka once more. Getting double-teamed for the second time in a row was not how he would've preferred this to go, but at least the Gundam wasn't putting up as much resistance as before. He hated lugging around the damn bazooka and restricting his field of vision, but he had no choice: whoever was in the Gundam now wasn't a complete amateur and if he hadn't known already, he just found out the hard way that lunar titanium or no lunar titanium, his cameras were still vulnerable to 120mm bullets.

But the focus of his attention wasn't the Gundam. He could feel, plain as day, inside that Core Fighter the same pilot who tore him a new one at Side 7. Why he wasn't in the Gundam, Char had no idea but there was no time to mull on the issue as the Core Fighter zipped around the White Base and immediately zeroed in on his location, letting off a pair of missiles at him. Zipping out of the way, the Zaku returned the favor with its own leg missiles, which the fighter immediately swatted out of the void with precise bursts, the shrapnel bouncing off its hull. Yet Char had no expectation of any other outcome and already went into a charge before the missiles were even destroyed, swinging a knee straight at the Core Fighter's cockpit.

The fighter nimbly flung itself downwards and out of the way of the larger machine and in the same motion backflipped while coasting on inertia, its nose tracking the Zaku as the latter flew by while the smaller machine pelted its foe with vulcan fire. And when the Zaku returned fire at near point-blank range and the Core Fighter's RCS thrusters flared before the first bullet even left the machine gun's chamber, Char had no more doubt. Whoever was flying that thing was most definitely a Newtype.

Which meant that taking out the pilot was a much higher priority than the Gundam. After the Nu Gundam, Char Aznable was in no mood for another fair fight with anyone for the foreseeable future. Thus he fired his thrusters to maximum, flying around the starboard side of the White Base with the Core Fighter hot on his tail... and yanked his controls back just as his senses screamed danger at him, which swiftly materialized in the form of a particle beam flying through the spot his inertia would've carried him into had he not decelerated, courtesy of the Gundam leaning around the side of the ship's conning tower to stake out the dorsal half of the ship.

Not that it meant much, as the Zaku just rocketed forward until the tower was between it and the Gundam. With the momentary reprieve, the Zaku forward-flipped upside down and let loose with its machine gun at the Core Fighter, which swiftly throw itself into a sideways roll and launched its missiles, the fighter's spin giving the barrage a chaotic twirl of too many objects moving in too many directions at once for the Zaku to shoot down quickly. As it was, the Zaku still got half of them before zipping downwards, landing on the portside engine block of the White Base hard enough for everyone onboard to feel the impact. The remaining missiles curved to follow their target - only for the Zaku to kick off at the last moment, the missiles unable to correct their course in time to avoid plowing straight into the ship and detonating without even catching the Zaku in the blast.

With the threat gone, the Zaku lined up another shot at the Core Fighter, only to have to dodge another beam as the Gundam got around the conning tower, this time on the portside where it didn't have to expose itself as much due to only having the right arm to hold its rifle with. Without even looking, the Zaku fired its final bazooka round at the Gundam, forcing the latter to take cover behind the tower while the Zaku tossed away its empty bazooka and returned its attention to the Core Fighter, which was evidently out of missiles judging from the fact that it was only returning fire with vulcans before zipping back below the White Base.

Char was about to follow when he was forced to evade the Gundam's potshots again. He was starting to feel really annoyed at the constant interruptions and made his displeasure known with his last remaining leg missiles before jettisoning the launchers and moving to fly around the conning tower from starboard... except as soon as he was out of sight, he decelerated to a halt, waited for a second, then doubled back and rounded the tower from portside instead. And indeed, the Gundam was in the middle of relocating back to its starboard shooting position when the Zaku violently kicked it in the back hard enough to kick it straight off the ship and into a tumble, at which point the Zaku took aim and fired a full-auto burst straight into the Gundam's beam rifle, shattering it to pieces in a small explosion.

With its foe neutered, the Zaku ignored the Gundam and moved to follow the Core Fighter. It didn't matter to Char that he had no more missiles or bazooka rounds, as the Core Fighter's armor could only take so much head-on force from bullets before giving away and splattering the pilot into a rapidly evaporating cloud of blood. The chase was coming to a close and after all the trouble that pilot gave him, Char relished the opportunity to finally put a major obstacle away. And indeed, as soon as the saw the white glint standing still like a perfect target, his machine gun snapped up and opened fire, the impacts sending the Core Fighter into an uncontrolled tumble...

...which is when Char noticed the open and very much empty cockpit. 'Wha-?! A decoy?!'

In his state of confusion, it took his brain a full second to register his peripheral vision's alert that the starboard turret of the White Base was pointed straight at him, which was a second too much. Char saw the muzzle flash just in time for his eyes to widen in panic before the cannon shell hit the Zaku's engine block dead-on.

The Zaku violently lurched forward from the impact... then the entire engine block erupted like a volcano, launching the mobile suit upwards on a spiraling trail of fire and broken components like a fireworks rocket. In the cockpit, Char was painfully squeezed into his seat by overwhelming G-forces as he futilely tried to throttle back down, only for the controls to do nothing as the deafening cacophony of cockpit alarms assaulted him and screen after screen went dead.

After a few seconds, the Zaku's flailing died down as its armor plates began falling away in pieces, soon followed by its arms.

It was at this point that Char grit his teeth, hit the cockpit hatch emergency release and was violently yanked out of his seat by the explosive decompression, a moment before the Zaku's continuing acceleration slammed him ribs-first against the edge of the now-open hatch hard enough to stop his breath. With nothing but his own ragged and pained breathing breaking the sudden silence in his helmet, he ultimately managed to wedge his hands into the hole and pull, giving himself one last heave to get halfway out – at which point the torque slammed his upper body down and violently flung him out of the hole as his doomed mobile suit left him behind.

He pushed the panicked disorientation of suddenly spinning in zero-G away long enough to use his normalsuit's RCS thrusters to cancel out his rotation, regaining his bearings just in time to see the Zaku finally erupting into a massive fireball in the distance.

Back at the White Base, there was silence on the bridge as the crew fearfully waited for the sounds of fighting to resume. Eventually Cassius, having stayed silent to avoid distracting the pilots, decided to chance it otherwise. – "White Base Actual to any receiving unit, sitrep."

When the answer came, it was the last thing he expected.

"This is Amuro. Splash one. Repeat, splash one."


I originally intended for Amuro to participate in the skirmish entirely from the White Base's turret. Said hit being scored by the Core Fighter's missiles was the next version, with the final version being Amuro using the Core Fighter as a decoy to line up a shot with the turret. As contrived as it sounds, this is actually perfectly in-character for Amuro, as evidenced by the demise of Gyunei Guss: when he shot the Nu Gundam's shield from far enough that the two combatants couldn't clearly see each other, Amuro dropped the damaged shield and the Nu Gundam's bazooka as a high-visibility decoy, zipped out of Gyunei's field of vision while Gyunei was fixated on the white silhouette with visible weapon, then shot him in the back just as Gyunei got close enough to visually confirm the shield and bazooka as a decoy.

According to Origin, Lt. William Kemp is the Gundam's canonical test pilot who was killed in the Zaku attack at Side 7 while on his way to the Gundam. He had a brief speaking appearance in the sixth OVA as the Federation officer who interrogated Amuro about the latter's knowledge of the Gundam's existence, which is what he refers to in this chapter when saying that he met Amuro before.
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Re: Speak of the Devil [MSG UC]

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"Third time's the charm, I'll fucking say!" – Ryu's hand slapping on Amuro's back echoed across the hangar of the White Base like a whip's crack. – "I don't know how you pulled that off, but holy hell, kid!"

"I got lucky." – Amuro replied, shifting his shoulder. Experience or not, his current body was still that of a teenager and Ryu was anything but physically wimpy. In other words, that slap hurt.

"Ray!" – Looking back, the two saw Kemp floating towards them in zero gravity, shooting a quick "Not you, doctor!" under his arm in Tem's direction. Grabbing a hold on the walkway's rail, he swung himself over it and on his feet next to the two with the smoothness of an experienced spacer. – "Did I not tell you to not try to take him on by yourself?"

"I wasn't trying to. He came after me and I was running low on ammo. I improvised."

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, LT." – Ryu commented. – "As far as I'm concerned, the bastard got what was coming for him, however it happened."

"Well, I for one would like to hear the tale." – Cassius announced his presence behind Ryu and Amuro, casually returning the salute from both pilots (and Amuro, whose salute drew an odd look from Kemp). – "If you don't mind."

"I have no idea what he did, sir, but the Zaku went off like a fireworks rocket." – Kemp replied. – "Full throttle and no control, it just fell to pieces."

"I was out of missiles and he knew I was the softer target." – Amuro began explaining as the quartet stepped out of the hangar and into the corridor beyond so as to not be in the way for the hangar crew. – "He kept coming after me, so I took cover and bailed out next to one of the ship's turrets. When he saw the Core Fighter, he didn't immediately realize I wasn't in it anymore, which gave me an opening to shoot him in the back. I must've hit something critical for it to go off like that."

Silence reigned after his words, everyone just staring at him with dumbfounded expressions.

Eventually, Cassius slowly said – "You... shot him down with a turret."

"Yes, sir."

"You shot the Red Comet down with a battleship turret."

"I hit the engine governor, I think."

"How did you even know where it was?" – Kemp asked.

"I didn't. It was just a lucky hit." – And it wasn't even a lie. Amuro had seen far too many mobile suit models and variants throughout his life to remember in-depth technical details about all of them. If anything, the only one he could probably recite off the top of his head was the Nu Gundam and even that he wasn't sure was possible to describe with what his father worked on as an analogue. That being said, there were certain general engineering principles to all mobile suits which gave him a decent guess of where to look for certain things if he had to.

"Lucky, my ass. Talk about one-in-a-million!" – Ryu enthused with the biggest grin on his face Amuro had ever seen. In both his lives. – "Oh, the sheer fucking humiliation he has to be feeling right now... serves him right." – A moment later, an idea occurred to him and he turned to Cassius with a devious look. – "Captain, would it be too much to ask the brass to spread this tale far and wide? I don't want the bastard to ever live this down."

"I can sympathize with the sentiment, but that would need us to reveal mister Ray's identity." – Cassius pointed out.

"Not necessarily." – Amuro spoke up. – "I mean, a civilian doing what five battleships and a few dozen pilots couldn't? They'd never let me claim the kill anyway because it'd make them look bad."

Outside his field of view, Kemp's eyebrow twitched.

"Besides, he's not even dead." – the teen continued. – "I saw him bail out."

"Not to second-guess you on that but even if the did, he won't pick another fight with us any time soon unless he gets reinforcements. If intel's accurate about the hangar capacity of a Musai, he's fresh out of Zakus. That being said..." – Cassius looked at the others. – "I don't suppose anyone here knows how to pilot a spaceship, do you?"

"Not me, sir." – Kemp replied. – "Why?"

"Char killed our pilot with his opening salvo." - Amuro's stomach dropped at Cassius' words before he remembered that Mirai was not, in fact, the pilot who flew the White Base to Side 7. Not that it really helped: he heard that at least some of the civilians got off the ship before they even departed and with the kind of scrutiny he had been under, it's not like he could walk around the ship looking to see if she was still on board this time. Not to mention that she didn't even know him. – "I know we could figure it out ourselves, but I'd prefer if we reached Luna II before Char calls reinforcements. I'm open to suggestions."

"Is the LT's mobile suit still flightworthy?" – Ryu asked.

"It should be." – Kemp sent a glance towards the Gundam and Amuro followed, spotting his father inspecting the beam saber stab wound on the torso between orders barked towards the other technicians in the middle of attaching the harness for separating the Core Top from the rest of the mobile suit. – "Why?"

"I figure, why not send someone to Luna II and ask them to send over a pilot on a launch to fly us in?"

"Good idea. We don't even need to send the Gundam, the Core Fighter alone should be enough."

"What about the civilians who are still on board?" – Amuro spoke up, attention back to the discussion. – "Some of them might have a shuttle license or something."

"Listen, Ray-" – Kemp started, only to be shushed by Cassius' raised hand.

"Know anyone in particular?"

"No, sir. One of my friends has a license for heavy machinery, but that's it."

Cassius nodded. – "I'll ask around, then. If no dice, we'll go with José's plan. Lieutenant, is that fine with you?"

"Yes, sir." – Kemp replied before sighing. – "I just don't think we should make a habit out of press-ganging civilians. I know we're short on manpower, but this is a military vessel flying combat missions during wartime. They shouldn't even be here, let alone doing our work for us."

"Opinion noted, but we're about to fly into the fleet's largest orbital military base. I doubt we can drop them off until we reach Earth and if they're already using oxygen and rations, we might as well let them volunteer for non-combat duties to pull their weight if they want." – Cassius glanced at his chronometer for a moment. – "Alright, so that's our game plan. I'll go ask around the civvies. Kemp, go catch a breather; I'll let you know in half an hour whether you're go or no go. José, let Lt. Ray know what we discussed." – Finally he turned to leave the hangar, but not before gesturing in Amuro's direction. – "Mister Ray, a word."


Dren was in the middle of discussing repair priorities with one of the Falmel's technicians when he saw a flash of red from the corner of his eye as his superior officer abruptly appeared, without Dren even having known he had already returned to the ship.

Come to think of it, he didn't even feel the slight shudder of a Zaku entering the hangar and being locked down.

He was about to ask what happened when a wave of... something he couldn't quite put a finger on washed over him so strongly that he decided otherwise.

Char said absolutely nothing as he went past him, Dren silently following. By the time they reached Char's quarters, several people noticed the silent procession and gathered around to see what was going on until Char went inside without a word and the door's lock indicator light turned red the instant it closed.

Ten seconds of the assembled crew looking at each other in complete puzzlement passed... then everyone flinched as a positively bestial scream of absolute rage came from the room, along with the sound of something violently hitting the metal bulkheads from the other side.

Another ten seconds later, there wasn't a single soul in the corridor outside said room as the sounds of destruction continued.


"Well." – Cassius began as soon as the door to the briefing room closed behind him and Amuro, motioning at the teen to take a seat. – "I'm guessing you probably knew we'd have a talk like this sooner or later. I mean, I don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth after all you've done for us, but I wouldn't have been chosen for this command if the EFSF admiralty considered me someone who doesn't pay attention to details. And you have to admit that the whole situation with you is... well, dare I say suspicious. See, I asked around a bit yesterday and both Lt. Ray and that girl he said is your friend were very much convinced that you never received any kind of formal military training and most definitely never learned how to pilot a mobile suit. Yet here you are, one kill away from making ace after all but literally running rings around one of Zeon's most notorious aces. How in the world did you pull that off?"

Which was the one specific question Amuro expected was going to come up eventually. While he didn't really like lying, he also knew that the exact, full truth would be dismissed as impossible and/or unbelievable... and as reluctant as he was to admit, even he would've dismissed it had someone else claimed to have happened it to them. Because even after everything he had seen and experienced, this incident forced Amuro Ray to realize that he still didn't actually know all that much about what Newtypes could be capable of.

So he decided to answer with what he did know.

"I read the manual."

Understandably enough, the captain didn't seem satisfied with the answer. – "And somehow ended up being on par with someone who was doing it for months longer than you are."

"It's the Gundam. Its specs far outperform those of the Zaku."

Which was also true, both technically and otherwise.

"That may be the case, but there's only so much the machine can do without a capable pilot. No amateur should be capable of doing what you've done, which is an assessment both Lt. Ray and Lt. Kemp agree with."

...oh. So his father noticed it too. Amuro's mind flashed back to the rather... unpleasant time he last saw the man in his... well, his previous life. And it was definitely not something he desired to be subjected to again.

"Although I don't wish to jump the gun, at this point the most obvious conclusion is that you are a Zeon sleeper agent recruited, trained and planted ahead of the raid so that you can make off with one of the prototypes as soon as the chance presents itself."

Now that was something Amuro did not want to hear. – "I am not with Zeon!" – he declared with heat behind his tone, a small part of him incensed at the sheer gall someone would accuse him, of all people, of standing with Zeon after having spent literally half his life fighting them in one way or another. Yet the greater part of him immediately put a lid on that line of thought, forcing him to close his eyes, inhale, then exhale, forcing his temper down. 'Calm down. He doesn't know that. He couldn't know. Don't fault him.'

If Cassius noticed his inner turmoil, he didn't show it beyond a slight raise of his eyebrow.

"That's my own personal assessment as well." – the man continued. – "However, given the importance of our mission, you cannot rightfully expect the brass to not grill you over the same topic as soon as we arrive to Luna II and while I don't exactly treat regulations as if they were the Holy Bible, the Earth Federation Armed Forces' Uniform Code of Military Justice mandates that a firing squad is the least you can expect for treason and espionage during wartime. And after what Zeon did in the war so far, you can most likely expect worse if we catch you colluding with them."

Of that, Amuro had no doubt, remembering certain rumors he heard about a string of retaliatory terror bombings in Side 3 committed by former Titans personnel after Side 3 surrendered to Haman without a shot. He never could find out if it ever actually happened, but there were quite a few of former Titans personnel who were accused of war crimes but nearly escaped prosecution due to lack of evidence from an awful lot of bureaucratic resistance to declassifying relevant mission reports, certain circles having apparently decided that obstruction of justice is the lesser evil to having the Federation itself lose face.

In such an atmosphere, he had no illusion about being let off the hook if someone decided that troop morale needed a kick from the capture and execution of a "spy".

"Again, this isn't a question of your abilities; hell, you saved all our lives at this point." – Cassius stressed. – "This is a question of trust. You said that you want to help us and we could use your help. But if I'm to let that happen, I need to know whether I can trust you. So as stupid as it's probably going to sound of me directly asking it to your face, I'm asking anyway: are you with Zeon?"

"No." – Amuro replied, this time in a level tone. He didn't need to pretend not lying.

"Did your father reveal military secrets to you to instruct you in how to pilot a mobile suit?"


"Then where did you learn how to do it?"

"The manual." – Which was also true.

About 14 years ago, that is.

"You know an official interrogator is not going to take that answer at face value, do you?"

Yes, he did know, but he didn't have anything else worth saying, damn it! The annoyance of which he didn't quite keep off his tongue when he next opened his mouth. – "What am I supposed to say, that I'm actually a veteran pilot who somehow traveled back in time?"

Luckily for him, Cassius just gave a good-natured shrug at the sarcastic remark that was making Amuro internally kick himself the second it left his mouth. – "Preferably not, or they'll have you out on your butt before you can say 'contempt of a superior officer'. And by the way, I know about your attempted break-in at the research facility."

That was a statement Amuro wasn't expecting. – "What break-in?"

"You, that Shiden boy and a couple others who never made it to the ship but we didn't have the time to round up before we left Side 7. We have a security incident report corroborated by Lt. Kemp that you and a couple others tried to force your way past the main gate with a vehicle and had to be turned away by armed guards. Lt. Kemp apparently decided under his own jurisdiction to not report it due to your involvement meaning Lt. Ray would've had to go through security screening, which would've resulted in delays in Project V while he was unavailable."

Oh, that. Amuro genuinely couldn't remember something like that ever happening, but now that he heard the details it was faintly starting to come back to him. And now that Cassius mentioned just why there was no follow-up to it, Amuro realized just how big of a bullet he dodged there back then if that lieutenant doing his job would've meant the Gundam wasn't combat-ready when Char showed up.

It gave him chills to even think about it.

"However, cutting bureaucratic corners like that was his prerogative and as someone not involved in the project, I'm not going to question it." – Cassius continued. – "All I'm saying is that I think it's time we lay our cards on the table, mister Ray. You're not with Zeon, we established that. But you, a civilian, still commandeered top secret military equipment without permission which is worth incarceration even in peacetime. However, we are at war and can scarcely afford to chase after you while Zeon is laying on the pressure on all fronts. Not to mention that you've put your own life on the line for us without being asked to, for which you'd get a medal pinned to your chest under normal circumstances. So, as the old saying goes, favor for a favor. I'm already convinced of your ability to pitch in, so I'm considering an official recommendation to the brass to commit your sentence to military service."

"Conscription." – Amuro guessed immediately. Not that he considered it a bad thing; he had no intention of staying out of the war anyway, even if he had to hijack and hotwire a random Zaku on foot with nothing but a grappling hook and an assault rifle. Which, for the record, he had never done or even tried before; once panoramic cockpits were invented, infantry assault training for capturing active mobile suits fell into obscurity due to the obvious difficulty in sneaking up on a mobile suit that literally has eyes in every direction and silhouette recognition algorithms that can identify the shape of a human and alert the pilot to the attacker's approach.

"In essence, yes. If you just walked up to them like you are, they'd shuffle you off to non-combat support to shut you up. A recommendation of a commissioned Captain of the EFSF, on the other hand, now that will get you somewhere." – Cassius shifted on his seat and bent slightly forward to look him directly in the eye. – "But before I'll do anything, I need to know what your angle is. Is there anything else about you that you think I should know? Any other improbable and fantastic skills that could save the day?"

Amuro glanced aside, pondering for a moment just what to say and how much. Telling the truth was right out; nobody would believe him anyway. And as level-headed Paolo Cassius seemed to be so far, Amuro hadn't gotten to know him at all before the man died. Hell, the lack of a hospital bed in the room and the lack of a certain ensign taking charge out of necessity was already blind territory for him. But in the end, the teen decided that since he was asking nicely...

"I... don't really know, actually. I just have these... flashes, sometimes."

"What flashes?"

"When suddenly it all just... clicks. Probably just gut feeling, I don't know."

To his credit, the captain didn't seem overly skeptical at that, leaning back and crossing his hands on his lap to gaze at him quizzically. – "Hm. Is that made you get into the mobile suit?"

"No. That was my decision."

"How so?"

That was a question Amuro could answer without hesitation. – "I don't want more people to die."

"We're at war. People die."

"I know. But if I can do something that makes less people die, isn't it worth doing?"

"Those Zaku pilots died and by your hands, even." – Cassius pointed out.

"Do you think they would've stopped shooting if we just asked them nicely?"

"Of course not."

"That's why I shot them down." – Amuro replied seriously. – "What else could I have done, cower somewhere until the shooting stops? They could've killed my friends next, followed by my father and probably you too."

"You could have handed the it over to the Zekes instead, in exchange for your friends." – Cassius pointed out in hypotheticals.

"Which would've ended with the Federation getting buried under mass-production Gundams in a few months." – Of course, Amuro knew that was an exaggeration, having a decent idea about the price tag of an RX-78, but Cassius didn't have to know that. It would've, however, gotten him manhunted by the Titans as a collaborator down the line, if things had ever gotten to that. – "Zeon doesn't have the kind of manpower and industrial resources to face the Federation soldier-for-soldier, which is why they threw their resources into mobile suits: to flip the table with something the Federation had no effective answer for at the time. If the Federation develops mobile suits of their own, Zeon will lose their advantage and with Char having survived to tell the tale, they now know for a fact that this is exactly what's going to happen soon. So, they're going to step up their own development and might even restart offensive operations to try and finish us off before we catch up to them. Which makes this ship's mission that much more crucial for the Federation and hindering it that much more crucial for Zeon."

By the time Amuro finished his summary, Cassius' eyebrows were nearer to his hairline than he had ever seen, the man not even trying to hide his surprise. – "...you've got one hell of a head on your shoulders, mister Ray, I'll give you that. That still doesn't tell me much about what your angle is."

"I'm doing this because I can't just sit and watch any longer." – Amuro replied, eyes momentarily unfocusing as he remembered not just the One Year War, but every tragedy that followed.

As well as the knowledge that only he knew what was coming and just how limited his options were at doing something about it. The weight of it all was like the Gundam's foot on his shoulder.

But then... that's how it always has been. For him, for Kamille, for that AEUG pilot he never met in person during the First Neo Zeon war. Where Gundam went, suffering followed. And for every survivor in front of him, there were five graves behind him, half of it filled by the Gundam itself.

"I've been following the war in the news for months now, I know how many people died. I just want it to stop."

"By killing Zekes?" – Cassius pressed, evidently trying to poke him for gung-ho impulses.

"I don't want to kill anyone. I want the ones who started this brought to justice."

That seemed to have given the man pause. – "The Zabis, I'm guessing."

"Yes, sir." – Amuro nodded. – "Whatever good intentions Zeon Deikun had in the beginning, the Zabis twisted it all into evil. I won't lie, I support spacenoid independence but not like this." – he stressed, tapping the briefing table for every word. – "Not through violence. Humanity shouldn't leave Earth only to start killing each other arguing over whose souls are dragged down by gravity. We're all human, isn't that what should matter?"

Cassius stayed silent for a long time after that, making Amuro begin to wonder if he had said too much when he spoke up again. – "If you believe violence is wrong, what are you doing in a mobile suit?"

Amuro just sighed, fourteen years' worth of resignation behind his words. – "Sometimes fighting is the only way to make others stop fighting. It'd be better for everyone if the world didn't work that way, but it does. It's up to us to make the best of it."


Four hours later, Char's eyes slowly cracked open as his brain registered his body softly bouncing off of the wall in the zero-gee environment, eyes sweeping around to take in the sight of practically everything not nailed down in the room haphazardly floating around him.

Along with a few things that were nailed down. Key word, were.

Some of which were now in more than one piece, like the wooden chair that used to rest in front of his room's desk, its magnetic legs now distributed across the floor, ceiling and one of the walls.

He felt... drained.

He should've known.

He should've known it wasn't going to be that easy.

Everything was stacked in his favor, far more than back all those years ago: armed to the teeth, full intel about what the Gundam is capable of, the Gundam being flown by an inexperienced pilot... and he ended up being shot down not even by the Gundam itself, but a Core Fighter.

And now here he was, sulking and throwing tantrums like some kind of petulant child. How had he fallen this far? How could he? Losing his wingmen was one thing he could live with regardless of what that brute Dozle would say, but being out of mobile suits meant that his options narrowed down to either kamikaze-charging half the EFSF in one heavily damaged Musai with an obvious outcome... or flying back to Solomon in disgrace, having lost every single mobile suit under his command in addition to failing his mission to add insult to injury.

Without a sound, Char numbly kicked himself off towards his quarters' private lavatory. But as much as it would've helped, washing his face couldn't wash off the dark thoughts and as he paused just long enough for his eyes to gaze into their own mirror images between his fingers, he barely restrained himself from continuing the destruction of his room with the mirror.

This was pathetic. No, worse than that. His pride was all but howling in agony. He had half a mind to do something incredibly reckless, just to do something. Anything was better than just sitting here and letting the situation going to hell even worse than it already did. He had no intention of dying in a suicide attack, yet he had no wish to humiliate himself by retreating.

...that reckless action was starting to feel increasingly appealing to him. In fact, the longer he thought about it, the more details his mind came up with regarding the execution.

He paused in his thoughts for several seconds... then sighed and very nearly slammed his forehead into the nearest bulkhead. What in the world was he doing?

He was the man who led a bunch of fresh cadets not even out of the military academy yet to surprise-attack a Federation military garrison and won.

He was the man who snuck into Jaburo practically all by himself and got away with it by the skin of his teeth.

He was the man who assassinated a spymaster with an RPG to the face and got away with it due to none of the witnesses having survived.

He was the man who raided a Titans military base, made off with their gear and trashed several times as much in the middle of escaping pursuit.

He was the man who, as a wanted terrorist and war criminal, walked into the Federation Assembly and openly declared his identity in a live broadcast to the entire world just to get their attention.

He was the man who launched a frontal assault on Kilimanjaro and won.

He was the man who flew into the firing chamber of a charging colony laser, fought his way out of there and battled Haman Karn to a standstill in an inferior machine.

He was the man who nearly pulled off the second biggest genocide in written human history and dared the entire Federation military to come after him, just to lure his rival out into the open to settle an old score.

He was Char Aznable, the man who practically breathed reckless.

What in the world was he hesitating for now?

Five minutes later, as he was about to leave the room, Char paused as he felt something was off. It took him a moment to notice he was missing his mask - but as a broken piece of plastic drifted past his face, his brain finally clicked and supplied the memory of said mask shattering into pieces against the wall from the sheer force he threw it with in his anger.

He was about to turn around and fetch a pair of sunglasses (as generation after generation of spacenoids discovered, they were actually fairly handy to have in space as eye protection against sun glare) when he stopped himself and after a second turned back towards the door.

There was no turning back now.

He was done hiding.


No matter how many crewmen paused in their duties to gawk at his maskless visage, Char didn't care. Not even when he entered the Falmel's bridge and Dren joined the staring for a while before catching himself and saluting.

"S-sir. Should I set a course for Solomon?"

"Not yet."

Standing in front of the window, Char's gaze swept across the gray hulk of Luna II in the distance, the thin haze of distant memories fluttering across his mind as he remembered the unsuccessful attempt to raid the dock of the White Base while the defenders were in disarray from the demolition charges he and his men planted.

What he thought of next was slightly less flashy, but if it worked... no. He wouldn't drink to the possibility of his victory just yet. First, he needed to make it happen.

"Dren." – Char spoke up suddenly without turning around, knowing that his XO was already paying attention to him. – "I'm going to need the latest intel about Luna II's internal schematics, as well as Federation patrols in the area, then have helm take us as close as Minovsky interference will allow."

Behind him, Dren turned as white as a sheet. – "You're not seriously thinking of attacking Luna II, sir?!" – he all but exclaimed, everyone on the bridge staring at the two of them, visibly wondering whether their ship was the next to be lost in a 'glorious charge' the likes of which curiously never gets mentioned beyond the commanding officer's service record.

"Of course not." – Char replied smoothly, eyes still locked on Luna II as his mind flashed back to that Core Fighter. – "I'd just like to have a parting word with our gracious hosts for the past day before we return to Solomon."

'Whoever you are, my friend... let's see how you like it when I return the favor.'


Post-it author's notes – 2020.12.31.

Under normal circumstances, a Musai-class light cruiser has hangar room for four Zakus, plus two additional ones in the Komusai shuttle's cargo bay. While this was enough in the war's early months, Zeon engineers ran into trouble when the Rick Dom entered service and turned out to be too bulky to fit more than one into a Musai's hangar, forcing the engineers to convert some Musais to carrying Doms by stripping out one of the beam turrets to make room for enough hangar space to house a second Dom (plus a third in the Komusai). Not all Musais were converted to the new configuration, however, as the number of Zakus produced during the One Year War far outstripped any other mobile suit save for maybe the GM and these Zakus still needed transportation.

I'm not aware if Origin ever had Amuro's stunt at the R&D facility have consequences beyond the confiscation of Tem's home office gear, as I only saw the OVAs which do not cover the matter. The explanation above is my own.
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