Why would I join the army if I can’t drive a Gundam!

Chapter 263 Amuro's Return
"Captain Amroray?"

At the gate of the Federal Army Naval Strategic Research Institute base located in Side 7 Blue Noah, fully armed military police were repeatedly examining the identification in their hands, a sight that puzzled Amuro, who was carrying large bags and a suitcase.

Is it really necessary to spend so much time verifying your identity? Is it just because you're a bit young?

"It's me, it's me..."

Amuro wanted to say something more, to explain that he wasn't some troublemaking youth, but a real federal soldier, when he saw the military policeman suddenly put down his badge, then turn around sharply, pick up his rifle, remove the tactical attachments, and then stick his butt out at Amuro.

"what?"

"Please sign my clothes!"

The military police officer said this with a look of joy and fervor on his face.

As a Federation soldier serving in Side 7, the place where Amuro rose to prominence, how could he not know Amuro? Even newcomers could remember the Federation's first and second ace pilots just by glancing at the wall of honor on the base's training grounds every day.

Therefore, when the military police saw Amuro's identification, it wasn't because they questioned his identity, but because they couldn't help themselves when they saw their idol.

In fact, it wasn't just this military policeman; once the other military policemen were attracted by this little incident, the gate quickly turned into a fan meeting, and Amuro could only carry large bags and small bags to sign the uniforms and shirts of these military policemen.

Well, there are cameras at the main gate, after all. If they weren't worried about being filmed taking off their clothes, these military police officers would have even planned to have Amuro sign it on his body and then turn it into a permanent tattoo to keep with them.

Even though it was just a matter of signing autographs, the resulting chaos still made the military police sergeant on duty furious and ready to teach these guys a lesson.

"Sorry, Captain, your vehicle is waiting after the tunnel. You bunch of bastards, a hundred push-ups, begin now!"

Amuro glanced apologetically at the unfortunate military policeman who was being promoted from sergeant to officer, then turned and walked into the mountains.

After passing through that tunnel, he got into the car that had come to pick him up.

"This place has changed so much!"

As Amuro walked down the winding mountain road after emerging from the tunnel, he couldn't help but sigh at the base that had changed so much.

"Yes, since you left, Captain, quite a few new people have come here one after another. In addition, with the establishment of the Naval Strategic Research Institute, the funding from above has increased, so the base has become like this!"

The driver, a veteran of the Side7 base, immediately began introducing Amuro, who hadn't returned for many years.

"That's the weapons development department over there, the power testing department over here, and that hangar over there. All the mobile suits you've flown, except for the first two 782s, are here!"

"782 isn't here? Where did it go?"

"Dr. Timree took it to Anaheim; they're working on the GP series there and need the reference data!"

"Oh, that's something my dad would do!"

"Then the price he asked for must be quite high, right?"

"The development progress of the GP series will be shared with us, but I didn't expect Anaheim to agree to it!"

"That's because the GP series currently has no rivals!"

The Naval Strategic Research Institute initially wanted to work on a new Gundam after the war, but due to Macarius's interference, the two goals of Psycommu weapon improvement and movable frame took up most of the institute's energy, and the progress of the new Gundam was nowhere in sight.

In fact, this is why Amuro, who should have been able to become a military instructor at the California Military Academy or a mobile suit battalion commander in the Space Force after graduating from research school, ended up at Side7.

Dr. Timree strongly urged Amuro to come and help him build mobile suits, since there are very few experts who understand technology and can operate mobile suits these days.

Although Timree boasts of his exceptional talent and even considers himself the most authoritative figure in the development of Federation mobile suits, the Naval Strategic Research Institute is essentially an expansion of the original RX development group. In other words, it cannot compare to Anaheim Electronics in terms of scale, which merged three development departments in one go to develop the GP series.

In addition, the institute's funding is also provided by the federal government. Although with Gop there, everyone won't go hungry, it still can't compare to Anaheim's deep pockets.

Seeing the GP series making progress every day, while his own Gundam MKII project was still in the initial experimental stage, Dr. Timree naturally couldn't stand it. He immediately made a phone call to the president's office of the Federal Higher Technical Academy and interfered with the graduation arrangements of a promising student.

Now, Amuro, who hadn't even put down his luggage before arriving at the base's office building, was conscripted by Timree.

"You've come at the right time! We still need you to test the limits of the new mecha's frame!"

"But Dad, I haven't reported for duty yet..."

"It's alright, I'll arrange things with the base commander. Someone will come and take his luggage to my house!"

"I haven't eaten since I got off the space shuttle, and I haven't even said hello to my friends..."

"Someone else, run to the cafeteria and ask them to make you a bowl of noodles. Your friend can go check on you on the weekend. Now, get back to work!"

"But I also brought you a gift that your mother made..."

"Your mom's cooking skills are just so-so, it's fine to save it for a late-night snack!"

What else could Amuro say? He used to be dragged around by the collar by his father, and now that he's an officer, he's still being dragged around by the collar. He's been an officer for nothing!

"? That can't be right?"

Upon arriving at the hangar, Amuro raised his head, looked at the steel giant standing before him, rubbed his eyes, glanced at it again, and then turned away.

"This isn't a Gundam!"

Amuro pointed to the Jim N behind him, which, although dismantled into pieces, still had a head and a small part of its body that could be identified, and said with a hint of confusion.

"Who's rich enough to build a machine for testing? Besides, this thing isn't a GM-N!"

Timree said with dissatisfaction.

"This is Jim N, the special-edition Jim. You can even find these at technical schools!"

Amuro also lost his temper. "Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, this is Jim N!"

"This is a new machine reassembled based on the GM-N, but it still looks like the GM-N!"

Timre gave his son a loving chop to the head and then said.

"Currently, besides Gundam, the highest-spec items in the Federation are this thing and Gilai!"

"Then why not use the Gilai?" "Because in terms of mobility, this thing is closer to the Gundam!"

As a machine supplied to elite pilots, the Special GM naturally has greatly enhanced overall performance. Its main thruster adopts the same type as the RX-78NT-1 Gundam, and attitude control nozzles are added to various parts of the machine, giving it a high level of motion performance. Its engine output power, comparable to that of the Gundam, allows it to achieve the closest possible effect when simulating the Gundam.

Of course, another reason is that the custom-built Jim is a little cheaper than the Gillette, so it's less of a loss to disassemble it.

After all, in order to test the movable frame, the test parts installed on the machine need to be repeatedly disassembled and replaced. In terms of saving research funds, Dr. Timre is quite good. After all, he is actually a very pure person who only enjoys technology rather than life. In fact, the Federation Army even assigned him a nutritionist to prevent him from having health problems due to not eating on time because he was so engrossed in research!
"However, if the Federation Army needs to further upgrade and modify the GM Special Edition, then this machine can also be used as a model!"

"I think that's unlikely for the time being!"

Amuro shook his head. The special-grade GM has only just begun to be deployed to the Federation forces, and even the pilots of the units receiving these machines are still undergoing training. Considering an upgrade now seems a bit too early!
As a father, Timre still had some paternal love for Amuro, so when it was time to eat, he stopped acting like a strict mentor and finding fault with Amuro. Instead, he touched Amuro's face, which was covered in grease, and said something.

"Alright, let's go eat. Remember to finish reading those papers I told you about tonight!"

"But Dad, I have some personal matters to attend to tonight!"

"What private matter?"

"I met a girl at military academy! I should at least chat with her for a while, right?"

"Good, you've grown up. Okay, you talk, and then we'll look at the paper!"

Timre nodded with satisfaction.

Then he turned and left the hangar, leaving Amuro, whose face was still covered in oil, standing there in a daze.

"Brother Klini, please take me with you!"

As one of the Federation's top ace pilots, Amuro was clearly adept at multitasking. So, while eating, he used his right hand to put food in his mouth and his left hand to write an email to Makarius. In his email, Amuro described his treatment as being like that of Vanka, the shoemaker's apprentice in Chekhov's story.

After recounting his miserable life under Timree's command, Amuro let out a heartfelt cry.

"Brother Kliny, please, take me with you. If we can't manage, we can sign up to fight the remnants of Axis, or send me to the Reef Space to fight pirates. In short, I don't want to be a researcher here anymore!"

After finishing writing, Amro immediately clicked send. Then, he went home with high hopes, waiting for the moment to contact his girlfriend while reviewing the papers.

Soon, Makarius's reply flew across the universe into his mailbox.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I can't help you. I deeply sympathize with your miserable life, because I'm currently enjoying the academy's buffet dinner, chewing and chewing... This steak is so delicious that I can't help but... chewing and chewing... Of course, I'm saying all this mainly because life here is very happy, so just bear with it. Also, Matilda gave birth to a big, healthy boy, weighing eight pounds and six ounces!"

"Aaaaaaah, Klini!"

Amuro was furious. He knew the other party wouldn't have anything good to say. So what if it was steak? It wasn't like he was starving. But the news of Lieutenant Matilda giving birth still hit Amuro hard. After all, she was his first love!

"It's alright, I already have a boyfriend, and I hope Lieutenant Matilda will be happy!"

Amro then sent another reply to Makarius.

After he sent his second letter, Makarius sent his second reply.

However, instead of sending text, he sent a voice message.

"Great, I've already saved this email in Amuro's (the Space Stallion) folder! Don't ask me why I created it, you'll find out when you get married!"

???

Amuro could only unleash his impotent rage once more. A dog's only opponent is another dog; at this moment, he was clearly still too naive!
However, their conversation did not end there; after some banter, it became more serious.

In particular, Makarius repeatedly emphasized that Amro must protect the research base of Side 7.

"The remnants of Zeon shouldn't dare to come back, right?"

"That's hard to say. After all, Xia Ya still came back then, didn't he?"

"But I chased him away!"

"But what if he can't change his ways and comes back to eat shit again?"

"Then I'll give him a shot!"

“That’s right. In reality, considering the current situation of the Zeon remnants, a straightforward attack is unlikely. However, they might impersonate us, enter the base to cause damage, or steal our mobile suits. So, Amuro, your return to Side 7 is not only your father’s request, but also mine!”

"I knew it!"

"Besides, I think Side7 is much better than you are in California, right?"

"That's not good at all, my boyfriend can't come!"

As soon as Amuro finished speaking, he suddenly felt like he had said something wrong again. Sure enough, the next second, a shopping link popped up in the dialog box.

"Gentle catgirl, Amuro, don't overwork yourself. I'll buy it for you if you don't have the money. Don't be upset. I may not have much else, but I certainly have plenty of money!"

"Get lost, you old bastard!"

"Alright, enough joking. To be honest, the next war is just around the corner, Amuro, get ready!"

"real or fake?"

"When have I ever lied to you? Besides, our enemies sometimes come from more than just outside!"

"That sounds serious, but will the new machine you want be available in time?"

"Whether we make it or not doesn't matter. Does that mean we can't fight without Gundams? Everyone has their own way of fighting!"

"I understand, I'll try my best!"

Amuro sighed helplessly. These days, there are only three people who would treat him like a beast of burden, and he would do it willingly!

"Well then, the new Gundam is finished, I want to choose first!"

"No problem, I'll give you all the tickets!"

Makarius was very generous; it's the Gundam MKII, so it doesn't matter who drives it!
(End of this chapter)