Simultaneous Time Travel: Gundam? All Teammates are Old Six

[Gamov, bridge]

Frey Alstard's cold and resolute declaration was like an invisible depth charge, detonating loudly on ZAFT's public channel.

The bustling battlefield communications instantly fell into an eerie silence.

"Damn it! What nonsense is that Natural woman spouting?!" Inside the cockpit of Duel Gundam, Yzak Jule, who had just regained control of the machine, roared in disbelief.

"Lady Lux is on that ship?" Diaka Elsman's voice was filled with shock.

Aslan Zala's heart sank. He stared intently at the lone white warship in the distance, a sense of foreboding gripping his heart.

The atmosphere inside the bridge was frozen.

All eyes turned to their temporary commander, Xiao Ran.

Only Raúl Kruse, the man who always wore a white mask, leaned back in the cockpit of the Zaku with great interest after forcing Mu's MA back, a playful smile curving his lips beneath the mask.

"Oh dear, Xiao Ran, this is going to be troublesome."

He looked at Xiao Ran as if he were watching an interesting drama.

Xiao Ran's expression remained unchanged, still cold and icy.

However, in his mental vision, the interface of the ZAFT Armory System was frantically refreshing its data stream at millisecond speeds.

[WARNING! High-value political target 'Lux Klein' has been detected as 'hijacked'!]

[Political risk model initiated...Analysis in progress...]

[Model Conclusion: If Lacus Clyne were to die on the Archangel, it would have a devastating political impact on the PLANT Supreme Council, and Chairman Sara's radical faction would face a legitimacy crisis.]

[Tactical benefit model vs. political risk model...in comparison...]

[Conclusion: The tactical benefits of sinking the Archangel (Rating: A+) are far less than the political benefits of ensuring the safety of 'Lacus Clyne' (Rating: SSS+).]

[Recommended Action: Immediately cease all hostile actions and prioritize the recovery of the 'target'.]

Data is cold, but it is also the most honest.

The surprise and fighting spirit that had arisen in Xiao Ran's eyes due to the "Crimson Assault" quickly faded.

He glanced at the wildly beeping red alien icon on the screen, then at the fragile hull of the Archangel.

Sink it? Easy peasy.

But the price was Lux Klein.

This deal is not worthwhile.

As for that audacious Earth girl... is she another "player"? Or a native who has been driven to the brink of despair?

unimportant.

Importantly, she provided a perfect stepping stone that was enough to convince everyone.

"The whole team retreats."

Xiao Ran ignored Kruze's probing gaze and gave the order in a tone devoid of any emotion.

"Repeat, the whole team retreat."

Ensuring Miss Lux's safety is the highest priority.

Does this cold, almost ruthless rationality also contain a kind of humanity beyond rationality?

A genuine look of surprise flashed in Kruse's eyes beneath his mask, which quickly turned into a deeper appreciation.

This young man is more interesting than he imagined...

Perhaps...

---

[Archangel, Bridge]

When ZAFT's four Gundams, after a brief hesitation, actually began to take turns providing cover and slowly retreat, the entire bridge erupted in long-suppressed cheers.

"They...they really retreated!" Miriamia's voice was choked with sobs.

Maru Lamias's tense body finally went limp, almost collapsing onto the captain's seat. Natal Bakiruru also let out a long sigh of relief, but her brow remained furrowed.

The crisis has been temporarily averted.

However, before they could catch their breath, Mirialia's scream rang out again, this time filled with panic.

"Strike Gundam! Ling Yu's reaction is wrong! The mobile suit is going out of control!"

On the main screen, the crimson mobile suit that had just been dominating the battlefield like a demon was now like an airplane that had been drained of all its fuel, hurtling straight toward the Archangel's catapult deck in a precarious and completely out-of-control manner.

Without slowing down or adjusting its posture, it just crashed straight into us.

"boom--"

With a tooth-grinding, ear-piercing metallic scraping and tearing sound, the crimson Strike Gundam slammed heavily onto the runway, its immense inertia carrying it for nearly a hundred meters, leaving behind a trail of broken parts and blinding sparks.

Finally, it rolled to the ground in an extremely awkward position, a brand-new mechanical arm snapped off in the violent impact and hung limply.

The crimson eye that had just been so intimidating had now dimmed, like a comet that had burned out its light and heat and finally fallen to earth.

---

【Archangel, Hangar】

"Quickly! Medical team! Stretcher!"

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"

Chaos reigned inside the hangar.

Kira Yamato was the first to rush to the dilapidated Strike Gundam, his face as pale as paper.

Ground crew frantically operated the robotic arm, attempting to pry open the deformed cockpit door. After a heart-pounding hydraulic screech, the door finally opened slowly.

When they saw what was inside, everyone present gasped in shock.

That was hell.

Ling Yu slumped in the driver's seat, wearing not a standard driver's uniform, but just an ordinary blue military uniform.

The collar of the combat uniform was completely soaked in blood, turning a shocking dark red.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and there were traces of blood seeping from his nostrils, the corners of his mouth, and even his ear canals. He looked as if he had just been pulled from a pool of blood, and was already unconscious.

Kira stood there, frozen, his body ice-cold.

He finally understood the terrible price that came with those superhuman maneuvers and those miraculous maneuvers.

---

[Ghannel, hatch door]

This is the scene that Frey Alsta saw when she arrived.

The medics carefully lifted Ling Yu, who was covered in blood and whose life was hanging in the balance, out of the cockpit, secured him to a stretcher, and hurriedly ran to the infirmary.

That face, which always wore a cynical smile, was now as still as a wax figure.

Frey stared intently at the frail figure on the stretcher, and for the first time, a violent and uncontrollable wavering appeared in her blue eyes, which had just been flashing with coldness and determination.

A feeling she herself was unaware of, called fear, crept up from the depths of her heart like a vine, tightly binding her.

She succeeded.

With her decisiveness, she drove back the enemy and saved the ship.

And... he was saved.

But looking at him now, Frey felt no joy whatsoever.

That was the most crucial and irreplaceable "asset" in her revenge plan.

That man, who was as powerful as a monster, now looked like a piece of white porcelain, stained with mottled blood, about to shatter completely.

So fragile, it seemed as if it would turn to dust at any moment.

"Ling Yu, please don't die!"