Gundam: From Piece to Player

"Good boy." Karma released the other person after saying that, and her words disappeared into the rainy night. Looking at the torrential rain that was getting heavier and heavier, and the death necklace around her neck, Miao An couldn't help but feel despair.

Mom and Dad, are you still alive?

Miao An is so tired of living now.

"Big brother, you're such a pervert," Alice interjected from the side.

"Isn't this just wantonly toying with other people's fates? This is a refugee child."

"Isn't this the perfect moment for you to take advantage of the situation?"

Karma looked at Alice behind her. Alice's projection was standing on a flying sphere with a volume of nearly 1 meter. The helium inside the sphere transformed into buoyancy, allowing the aircraft to float in the air with extremely low energy consumption.

It is another vehicle for Alice.

"I'll go then."

"Please, Miss Alice Cupid."

"I'll beat you up, bro."

The AI ​​waved its fist because Karma was chatting with it to make it understand the joke.

I told him the story of Puella Magi Madoka Magica and the origin of Kyubey.

Karma watched the sphere's departing shadow with hope in his heart—he hoped that the ever-growing artificial intelligence could also serve as insurance for the Space Alliance, if the immortality project had failed over the decades and the theory of lifespan could not be so easily refuted.

To ensure the future course of the Space Alliance remains unchanged... that will depend on Alice, this immortal machine, constantly "adjusting" it.

If possible, he hoped that Alice would build deeper relationships with the new humans like Miao An and Tomato during this trip to SIDE6, rather than having her own complex network of relationships attached to her.

His own energy is limited.

In a high-end hotel in the colony, a company rented the hotel's conference hall and held a seminar there.

That's just the surface. The newly established special operations unit of the Earth Federation Forces, EUREKA (Earth Federation Forces Emergency Mobile Force), designed to deal with internal rebellions, is currently conducting intelligence gathering and analysis.

The one hanging on the screen is the MKIII.

As Jamaica, the deputy staff officer below the stage, reported the intelligence that had been thoroughly investigated, the Basque, who had been speaking with righteous indignation, fell silent.

"Is it confirmed?"

"It's confirmed that MKIII will be deployed next Saturday and will be engaging in combat with the [Black Guardians] team."

"Who is this black-clad guard?"

"It is said to be a company formed by the Zeon ace Black Twins."

"Heh, so they're just remnants of Zeon." Basque sneered. "Since they're all Zeon remnants anyway, this is a good opportunity to wipe them all out."

He looked at Namikal Cornell, the chief mentor of the Murasame Institute: "Are Number Two and Number Four ready?"

"It has been readjusted. This time, there will be no lapses in concentration or memory loss during the battle. Murasame No. 4 still needs to adjust his memory, while Murasame No. 2 does not, as he is already full of fighting spirit."

"Where's the machine? Dr. Lei, is it ready?"

Basque turned to Dr. Tim Ray, who was in charge of developing the new mecha.

Tim Ray frowned, but still stood up.

"The machine has undergone a second upgrade at the Solomon factory. The performance of the Gaplan TR-5 can surpass that of the MKIII. It is also equipped with a new Psycommu device and can serve as the core unit for wide-area suppression of mobile armor as needed for missions."

(Gapland TR-5)

Originally developed by the Oakland Research Institute, Gaplan underwent further upgrades and improvements under Tim Ray. The biggest difference was that the movable shield connector on Gaplan's arm was replaced with a propulsion shield.

In addition to the V-shaped antenna on the head of the RX-272 Gundam Mk-III, it is equipped with a long-bladed rifle, a remote control unit controlled by the Psycommu system installed inside the propulsion shield wing, and a high-penetration beam rifle.

It can be launched like the Zeon, and can be separated and remotely controlled through the Psemum system. In battle, it can be used as a floating cannon/floating shield unit.

However, the Federation's current enemies have robbed Tim Ray of the joy of developing new mobile suits—the enemies are no longer purely evil like Zeon, but rather groups within the Federation fighting for their own legitimate rights.

Because the federal government was unable or unwilling to meet their demands, they were simply made into enemies.

"This time, success is the only option; failure is not an option," the Basque emphasized again to the people in the room.

"Yes."

The rooftop door of the hotel is now open.

A young girl with white hair and freckles sat on the ground, gazing up at a sky and earth completely different from those on Earth.

He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully took one out, lit it with a lighter, and began to puff away.

Chapter 248 Do You Need to Use Your Brain, Little Du

Du still remembers that day.

It wasn't because that day was special, but because it was the last time she would be an ordinary person.

In Tokyo in 0079, the Zeon forces, who launched their first landing operation, engaged in a fierce urban battle with the Japanese Self-Defense Forces.

The outer wall of the shelter was pierced by a shell.

That February was extremely unusual; it rained for a full ten hours.

She listened to the rain in the shelter, with a boy about her age sitting next to her, holding a game console that had run out of power.

She asked him what he played, and he said, "World of Tanks."

She said her dad drove a tank. The boy asked if it was true, and she said she was just kidding.

His father was a fighter pilot.

Her father was indeed a fighter pilot. He was a second lieutenant in the Federal Army.

She had seen photos of her father in his military uniform, looking very smart with his collar buttoned up tightly and a "don't mess with me" expression on his face, but her father wasn't like that at home.

At home, he would let her ride on his shoulders, lift her above his head and spin her around until she was dizzy and giggling.

My mother is also a soldier. A technical sergeant, responsible for combat data analysis. But she doesn't talk about her work much.

But he would visit her at the shelter every week.

"Mom, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about my dad." Her mother picked her up. "I'm thinking about where he is now, and whether he's safe."

When is Dad coming back?

"It'll be over soon. The battle will be over soon, and the Zeon army will be defeated soon."

The battle is indeed over.

Someone knocked on the shelter door. It wasn't Dad, it wasn't Mom.

They were two soldiers she didn't recognize, a young man and a young woman, their expressions wooden. She tried her best to put on a childlike, innocent smile to make these older brothers and sisters in military uniforms laugh... This had been very effective in the past.

However, the eldest brother in the group burst into tears upon seeing this.

Du also experienced things that most children don't at this age.

Her parents died, and she became an orphan.

The older girl knelt down and took her hand.

That hand was trembling—for some reason, that's the detail she remembered. An adult, a soldier, was shaking his hand as he held hers.

"They...were on a mission..."

She didn't listen to the end.

It wasn't because she didn't want to listen. It was because she suddenly felt like the ceiling of the shelter was collapsing.

It didn't really collapse; she just felt its weight.

The weight of an entire colony, pressing down from above, with nowhere to escape.

She simply asked, "Did they walk together?"

The female soldier paused for a moment: "...Yes, in the same battle."

She nodded.

That's good, she thought. Her father always said he wanted to die with her mother. And he did.

After the war, she was sent to a "children's welfare facility." A nice-sounding name, but everyone knew what it was—a war orphanage.

As for relatives, Du had never met them since childhood.

There are two kinds of children there. One kind cries from beginning to end, and the other kind never cries.

She belongs to the latter category.

The main problem is that she doesn't know how to express her sadness.

It wasn't because she was strong. It was because she had left her tears behind on that night when the rain stopped—she crouched alone in a corner of the shelter, burying her face in her knees, and cried all night long.

From then on, she stopped crying.

Life in the shelter was very comfortable, even better than outside. While the outside world was rationing food due to a food crisis, the orphanage still provided meat and vegetables for every meal.

Until one day, a bald man in military uniform, with small eyes, who looked like an important person, appeared in front of her.

“Your parents were heroes of the Union Army,” Colonel Basque said. “We will never forget their sacrifice.”

She didn't say anything.

What's the point of a hero's title? Is it just to earn the respect of the living?

The man continued, "We are now implementing a project called the Murasame Project."

"The purpose is to train elite pilots who can operate powerful mobile suits."

"Your adaptability is exceptional; you have the potential to become a new kind of human. If you're willing, we can allow you to undergo state-of-the-art modifications."

"You will become stronger than your parents, strong enough to protect those you want to protect, and become an all-powerful superman."

"Superman?"

protection.

What was she trying to protect? She couldn't even protect her parents.