Characters: Nameless Redcoat

Pairings: None

Time frame: GSD ep 39

Terror

He is fighting, so he doesn't have much time to think, but the bit of him that isn't occupied with teamwork, predictions, pulling triggers, aiming at the lone colorful ship, flipping switches or otherwise controlling the GOOF, wonders who it is that they are fighting, seeing how they have the Eternal and the Gaia.

There is a momentary lull in battle as a new mobile suit is launched from the ship.

In the changing light of space he briefly notices it to have wings and a color pattern he isn't familiar with. Conclusion: an unknown model. Probability of a new model: high.

The deduction is proven true, when the suit's movements and maneuvers are startling fast and two GOOFs are taken down within the span of seconds.

A bitter taste gathers in his mouth as he, too far away still, watches others engage it. He is no amateur as a red-coat and survivor of Jachin-Due, but what that new model pulls there is great skill.

He wonders how much is mobile suit performance and how much is the pilot's, but decides that in the end it doesn't matter.

One mobile suit cannot possible win against these odds. The Gaia, being a top model and still outmatched, proves it.

He knows of only two capable of the needed feat, and both are gone now.

It is fortunate for them, he supposes as he fires before he is forcibly thrown back to focus when another wave is avoided seemingly effortlessly, that now, unlike the last time he saw the Eternal, they-

His breath hitches, in a split second something that feels a lot like fear fills his stomach.

…white and blue…

…wings…

…disabling, not destroying…

He gets too good a look at his screens as the enemy suit moves in so fast he can barely follow it even on the monitors.

He freezes.

His blood runs cold.

His hands clench the controls.

His movements turn jerky.

His helmet fogs with hot breath.

All happens within a single moment before he is completely overcome by gut quenching terror.

He shoots, pressing buttons and switches and pulls, pulls, pullspullspulls triggers, but it does nothing-

A flash and warnings flare and his weapons are gone and he is shaking, trembling uncontrollably in his cockpit as he watches the battle soar out of control and as the ZAFT Forces are completely squashed.

"The Freedom!"