Gundam 00: Phoenix
Weapons Unleashed
Thar Desert, February 13, Phoenix Carrier, five hours before the briefing
"No, this can't be happening, not again," Nena muttered to herself in horror as she looked out of her cockpit to see the Eins explode into a shower of GN particles,.
Everything was perfectly replayed as it had previously been, Michael getting shot before he could respond, Johann and Ali battling it out while she could only watch helpless as previously before Johann was gone, again.
"Isn't it beautiful how GN particles sparkle?!" she then heard Ali's familiar voice he sent her Drei crashing down to the ground.
There was then the sinister, mad laughter of Ali as he stood triumphant over her, but this time she saw he thrust the blade forward straight towards the cockpit.
'Where is Setsuna and the Exia?' she asked herself in horror, with no one there to save her.
She screamed as she felt the blade pierce her body, forcing her to cough out blood, the world got blurry and her vision faded, but not before she felt herself engulfed by intense heat at the last moment.
A moment after, however, she had somehow managed to open her eyes. She looked around to see that she was perfectly fine.
She then scanned around the room, something felt eerily familiar to her, but she just couldn't tell where she was.
The room itself was surrounded by four metallic walls, one on each side with a two doors leading out of it. The room contained just a single bed and a drawer, and as she looked through the first door closest to her to find a small, cramped bathroom.
Turning to the second door, she walked towards it and opened it with a twist of the handle.
As she left the room, she found that everything around her was dark, and the only sound was the buzzing of machinery.
When she decided to head back into the room she had been in, being unable to see anything, the lights suddenly flicked on, nearly blinding her.
She shielded her eyes with her right arm as her eyes began to adjust to the brightness in the room.
There was then a gunshot that rung through the air, and he heard a scream of pain and instantly knew who it was. It was Johann.
She instinctively ran towards the direction from where her brother's scream had come from, in hopes she could help.
As she moved down the long hallway, something just seemed too familiar, before she then realized where she was. She was back in the lab where she had been born and raised, but how and why?
Turning right she then saw Johann laying on the floor holding his chest, she could see blood spilling out of the wound.
"Johann!" she screamed as she rushed towards him.
Johann then reached out towards her. "Nena, don't come any closer, it's-!" he began to shout only to have a gunshot overshadow his voice.
Nena felt something pierce her body as she began to slow down, before she stopped e reached down to where she had been hit and saw that her hand was now covered in crimson red blood.
She then felt her legs give away, the pain of the wound taking over before, and found herself on her knees.
"Where's Michael?" Nena then said, trembling as she tried to stop the bleeding.
"He's dead, like the rest of you will be. The world does not need those made for a single purpose," came a voice, with no emotion.
A body was then flung through the air before it landed with a hard thud on the metallic floor.
Nena looked to see the person's body had blue hair and instantly knew who it was, it was Michael with a stab wound in his chest.
"Damn you son of a-," she heard Johann began to curse weakly before he then screamed in agonizing pain as someone's foot stepped on his wound.
"It's your turn," the person stepping over him then said as there was then the press of the trigger and the next thing Nena knew was that Johann was gone.
She looked to see the person who had killed her brothers; it was someone she had not seen before.
He was in a flight suit and had a pistol in one hand whose barrel was still smoking with a knife that dripped with Michael's blood. His silver hair glistened in the light while his crimson red eyes seemed to glow, like that of a demon.
Looking into the man's eyes they should no emotion what so ever, which was frightening to her as he approached her.
"Wh-who are you?!" Nena's voice trembled with fear knowing full well what was going to happen to her.
"I'm your final judgement," the man said without emotion before he pressed down on the trigger.
With a scream, Nena woke up, raising straight up.
She breathed heavily which slowly began to settle down as she sat up still for several minutes before she finally relaxed and fell back into her bed.
"Something wrong, something wrong?" she then heard her Haro say which was now on the ground jumping up and down on the floor.
"It's nothing, it was just a dream," she said quietly as she placed her arm over her forehead after falling back into her bed.
'Just who was that man?' she thought to herself remembering those fiery, yet somehow blank eyes which had now imprinted themselves in her mind.
The way he looked at her had scared her. It was if he were some kind of demon or reaper.
This nightmare was nothing she had witnessed before, it was way too real. Maybe it was trying to tell her something, but she didn't know what it was.
She gave a sigh before she then got up and headed towards the bathroom, to try and wash those memories of the dream away.
Thar Desert, February 13
The four Gundam pilots waited inside the observation deck. Nena just sat there waiting for them to be given permission to head out. Currently all she was hearing was Daveral re-briefing Helana while Flint sat down waiting as well.
Nena sat back still going over that dream she had, but not only that but strangely the dream made her question many things she wouldn't of previously questioned. Things such as who actually created her and provided their genes in her creation, how else was she able to use Quantum Brainwaves and access Veda and were there any more people like her?
"You okay?" Daveral then asked her out of nowhere. She had not noticed what the others were doing for awhile as she had been caught up with her thoughts, and that Daveral was trying to speak to her.
She nodded her head in response.
"You sure?" he asked again. As if he could tell there was a problem with her.
"I'm sure," she lied the best she could as Daveral then went back to briefing Helana. No one needed to know
"You understand everything right?" she then heard Daveral say to Helana as he turned around and wrapped up the briefing.
"Ya, I've got it," Helana replied to him with a weak yawn. "Why do I always get the worst?" she muttered to herself.
Daveral then looked at Nena and then to Flint.
"Alright now that's settled, everyone ready to go?" he had then got his helmet on and strapped on the rebreather.
"Ready." Nena said back to him as she picked up her Haro which was on her lap and her helmet.
"About time," Flint answered as he got up with a stretch.
"Well, let's go then," Daveral signalled as he proceeded down to the hanger as Nena and the others followed.
In one part of the hanger, the Death Wing pilots wereboarding their fighters which then slowly began to move towards the hidden catapults before they were then lowered into their respective launch bays.
Everyone then separated as they headed to their respective machines.
As she entered her machine and began to boot up the system she began to wonder what her purpose in this world was, would it ever be any different? She was still fighting, the thing that she had been created for. Fighting and surviving, like everything else that lived in the wild.
What would she do with a normal life? It seemed nice at first that she would actually have a chance to finally stop fighting, but once she actually began to think it over some more she wondered if she would actually fit in with it. It would be much different then what she would be used to.
Just changing from a soldier to a civilian suddenly would take her some time getting used to and since she never had any sort of normal life it would be even more difficult.
She then sighed. 'I stop worrying about one thing, and start worrying about something else.'
It was going to be hard to concentrate if she had anything else to worry about, the nightmares already made focusing difficult. They just felt far too close to home and tugged at certain emotions that were still fresh.
The system of her mobile suit began to fully came online as she took the controls and proceeded out the main hanger door positioned into one of the catapults in the bay, waiting for the others.
After all the Gundams had taken positions, a green light appeared overhead signalling for them to launch.
It was the same way and order as they launched at last time, first the Lancaster, then the Drei, then the Variant and finally the Zesus, each of them launching a few seconds after the other before shifting into formation
A few moments after everyone had assumed their position, they began to head off to the target area. The Death Wing squadron had just begun to launch and head out to their designated point, gaining altitude and speed.
"So what do you predict the outcome will be?" Flint asked through the comm., breaking the silence shortly after their launch.
"We just have to do our part," Daveral replied. "As long as we do our best and follow the plan we will succeed."
"And what if they managed to somehow see through our plan and actually compromise it?" Helana spoke out. "Nothing ever is set in stone."
"You're optimism, is wonderful, Helena," Daveral said, sarcastically.
"What are the chances of them actually doing that?" Nena added her bit into the conversation trying to get her thoughts off her nightmares and everything else that was worrying her.
There was a pause before Daveral spoke up. "Well, unless we have a mole in our operations I don't think we should worry about it. I guess Helana does have a point, nothing is set in stone. Still end results should come out the same, even if we have to adjust," he replied.
"You're right," Flint said back to Daveral, "We aren't pilots of these Gundams for nothing."
Daveral and Flint then continued on about various things, all related to the upcoming battle with Helana occasionally pitching in her thoughts.
Nena listened in and thought about what they were saying then her own thoughts trying not continue thinking and remembering the nightmare.
Helana then gave everyone a heads up on their distance from the base. "Seems about time to scatter, Nena, I'll be watching you," Helana said to her before the Variant began to disappear, its cloaking system activating.
Nena then broke off from the group and heading towards her designated spot. She quickly looked back to see the Lancaster already setting down as it deployed itself into the ground and its howitzer was moving into firing position.
Now she would have to wait with the others, and once the battle began she could not let her thoughts distract her, for if they did it could be all over in an instant.
It was going to be difficult, but if she was to continue on living it had to be done.
Pacific Ocean, HRL waters, February 13
Overhead on the UN fleet were Ace fighters were preying on the ships below, dropping devastating GPS-guided bombs from high altitude, though others were diving down on their targets.
A squadron of Aces then began to dive down on a carrier at incredible speeds, dropping a payload of bombs onto the enemy carrier which was putting up a wall of fire from its CIWS in hopes of intercepting the fighters or the bombs they were dropping down. Missiles were launched, yet were foiled by counter-measures the fighters were deploying while they were evading CIWS fire that attempted to cut into them.
Several bombs landed into the water nearly right ontop of the carrier. Huge, raging spouts of water sprayed into the air all across the ship's deck as they detonated underneath the surface of the ocean, stirring up violent waves that then clashed against the hull of the carrier.
More fighters attacked, despite intensifying AA fire that claimed victims in the hailstorm being brought up, but it did not deter the attackers.
A single bomb then made its mark, landing directly onto the carrier's flight deck. The bomb through penetrated to the lower levels of the deck before it detonated. Flames and smoke soon began to rise from the vessel, its hull creaking in agony as the ship rocked.
From his bridge, Hiller inspected the battle while listening to reports.
"Sir, we've got a squadron level of Flags in the air, it appears the enemy is putting most of their interception capabilities against our anti-air and anti-ship missiles," one of Hiller's crew reported as the screen in front of him showed the signatures of missiles which collided with those of the enemy, intercepting them, but it still wasn't enough to stop all their missiles from getting through. "They're mainly relying on their Flags to shoot down our Aces."
"I want those Flags gone," Hiller instructed after hearing the crew member's analysis. "Maintain the barrage, keep the pressure on them, we can't allow the majority of their CIWS systems to target our aircraft."
"Understood."
On his screen he watched a Flag preparing to lift off in flight mode from the second carrier's deck from an overhead view, an Ace transmitting the information to the main screen.
The Flag was just about to take off before several bombs exploded ontop of the flight deck the force of the explosion knocked the Flag off course causing it to swivel sideways. The force carried across the flight deck before it began to dip over the side of the carrier, forcing an immediate transformation of the machine.
"Enemy fleet will be coming into visual contact, orders?" a captain of one of the frigates then said over the line to Hiller who turned to see the silhouettes of the enemy fleet coming over the horizon, smoke could be seen belching out along with the fleet.
"Engage them at, keep them back," Hiller ordered.
"Roger that, we'll commence the barrage, stand-by," the frigate captain acknowledged.
The frigates that they had were mostly heavily armoured HRL produced vessels that were to provide indiscriminate fire support for naval landings with their dual batteries of twin long barrelled twelve-inch guns one mounted on the front the other on the rear of the ship, and cover from a variety of threats. They were, however, obsolete and were mainly there to expand the fleet through their numbers.
Hiller watched as the frigates rotate their guns on target, before they boomed into life. The sound of hearing the massive guns roar to life was quite pleasing to his ears as it made the frigates more powerful than they actually were. Cannons always had a tendency of doing that over the hiss of a missile.
Another barrage of missiles then passed overhead of the frigates and towards the enemy fleet. Explosions filled the air as the enemy intercepted what missiles they could with their own before their CIWS began to flare into action providing the last defense against the warheads.
It wasn't enough, however, as anti-ship warheads began to hammer into the hulls of the opposing UN fleet. The damage a single warhead could cause was catastrophic, a volley of them was assured destruction.
Beside the enemy carriers, a frigate exploded as its ammunition detonated. Fires could be seen all over the deck with smoke belching out.
Another UN ship then began to explode, but this time it was due to several shells striking the hull. The vessel violently rocked from the recoil and seemed at risk of cap-sizing.
Explosion after explosion went off with more and more vessels being taken out of action.
"There isn't going to be anything left at this rate," the vice-admiral stated as he continued to watch the battle continue on.
Hiller just continued to look on as more and more UN ships were sunk.
He watched as the some of the enemy vessels began to fire their deck guns to aid their faltering firepower.
Enemy-fire was still lethal with one of their own frigates having chunks blown off it. Its only saving grace being the armoured turrets. If something pierced the gun turret, there would not be much of a frigate left.
A column of water then shot up beside the bridge of the Draven-class but it didn't surprise him as he saw the vice-admiral take a step back out of surprise. He had already seen enough to know there was no much to fear. At all came from his days of war when the super powers fought between themselves. He already accepted the fact that he could die at any time and he was prepared for it. You had to accept you were a dead man if you wanted anything to get done in warfare.
It would all soon be over and then the real battles would begin, on solid ground.
"Sir!" one of the crew then shouted as several warning lights began to flicker on in off in the bridge. "Enemy reinforcements being detected coming into the combat zone, five vessels from the HRL and two from the Union, they're coming around to hit our right flank, and they're already launching missiles!"
"It won't matter we still have them out numbered and out gunned, with their first fleet in shambles their reinforcements won't be able to do much against us." Hiller spoke with a grin on his face.
"Torpedo in water coming towards our port side brace for impact!" someone shouted breaking his moment of triumph as everyone braced themselves for the incoming torpedo.
"What how did they managed to hide from our sonar?!" the vice-admiral shouted, demanding an answer for this sudden assault. "There's-"
He was, however then cut short as the torpedo impacted into the hull and detonated, rocking the ship and sending people who were standing tumbling over.
"Outer hull has taken damage, maintenance to respond!" a report came through the ship's intercoms.
Hiller looked up to see something come out of the water beside them as he then heard an explosion. He looked outside to see one of their escort destroyers take a hit on its starboard side.
"The Greyback has been hit!" someone then shouted to him as Hiller looked to see more of the fleet beginning to take hits.
Another round of explosions then shook the ship, this time it was a combination of enemy torpedoes and their own ships dropping depth charges to intercept the threat of an underwater attacker.
He then saw something's silhouette begin to skim beneath the waterline before it then appeared above the surface, its hull gleaming in the sunlight forced up by depth charges.
What appeared out of the water before him was something he had never seen or heard of before. It was dark blue long, low profile smooth sub-like mobile armour with torpedo tubes lining its front. There was a black tinted cockpit located at the front of the mobile armour; it appeared to only need one person to pilot the thing. It wasn't much bigger then a fighter.
The machine then quickly went back to the depths as several long streaks trailed behind it's before they eventually faded away.
He then saw several more appear out of the water, firing volleys of small torpedoes at the fleet causing damage to whatever they struck.
"It looks like our work is cut out for us," Hiller commented on the situation as he heard someone scream to him that another vessel had taken a hit, others telling him there were more of them. "But it doesn't matter, simply focus on sinking them," he then turned to the vice-admiral. "Have the fleet feed them every single charge we have. Get the air fleet engage those reinforcements."
"Yes sir!" the vice-admiral acknowledged as he picked up the radio to get in contact with the fleet before shouting through the radio for every ship to begin anti-sub operations and for the fighters to move on.
Hiller then looked back out of the bridge, either they won here and moved on as planned, or this would be their final resting place.
Thar Desert, February 13
"Alright, it seems the enemy has taken the bait," Willard said to his team, as he took note of the large formation of mobile suits leaving the base as several large clouds of smoke of dust formed over the base from the barrage of shells. "Let's go."
The base was left only lightly defended by a few Hellions and Tierens on the ground. It would prove to simply just rush into the base and drop their payload from overhead. With the Ace's speed, they would have a good chance of avoiding incoming fire from non-guided munitions.
The fighters began to race towards the base, computers locking on to the target zone.
The bombs they were carrying were extremely violate. The amount of concussive forced they produced was enough to shake most structures apart and flip even the heaviest vehicle. It was a nice alternative to more devastating or inhumane weapons needed to clear out and level structures. Yet, fortunately or unfortunately for their doomed target the bombs they used were much smaller than most strike bombers would deliver, but with so many bombs hitting the ground at once it would cause a magnitude of destruction.
Willard turned to a small computer which was link to an underside camera which showed him the ground below. So far there was nothing but sand, but that would all change so very soon.
Wesker's voice was then heard over his communications line.
"Willard what's your E.T.A to the target?" he heard over the rumble of the engines.
"Just under one minute," he answered briskly. "Target's coming up."
His superior nodded his head before disappearing.
Something then shook his fighter as Willard felt him knocked slightly around as he saw explosive clouds forming in the air around them.
"Tierens with AA," one of his teammates noted.
"Keep moving forward. Unless they score a lucky hit on us, we'll be okay," Willard commanded. "We'll paste them once we're overtop of them." He then checked his scopes before focusing back on his HUD.
"Twenty seconds," he spoke as more and more flak flew into the air.
"Missile warning!" a shout came from his team, alerting the rest of the squadron. "Pop counter-measures!"
Flares and chaff blew out from the fighters as they maintained their course, drawing the enemy's more potent AA missiles.
"Ten seconds. Be ready to open your bomb bay doors, we've only got one shot at this," Willard reminded.
"Copy that."
The flak continued to get more intense as they flew closer and closer to the base, as he could constantly feel the rumble from outside as they flew through the AA fire while the missiles collided with their counter-measures sending shockwaves throughout the air. The feeling could make one feel sick if it went on for too long.
"This is it!" Willard then shouted as he disengaged the locks and dropped his payload. "Ordnance away!" He then turned back to his HUD.
The bombs they dropped fell onto the base below by the dozen as UN forces continued to try and shoot them down but to no avail as the Aces then sped up after delivering their payload moving at speeds too fast to track for the heavy Tierens.
The bombs struck the ground and seemingly burrowed in deeper before detonating in a mediocre explosion. Yet, they were enough to rock the entire base exceeding the power of more conventional HE bombs. Shockwaves resonated from the impact sights. Individually they were small, but the clusters they had dropped were enough to cause structures to become unstable as their foundation cracked and began to collapse. Vehicles on the base were beginning to rattle and move about while those closer to impact sights were finding themselves tossed about. Even mobile suits that were active had trouble keeping their footing with many falling to the ground due to their less stable forms.
By the end the shockwaves had rendered much of the base into dust. Definitely not the most impressive display compared to the fireworks caused by conventional ordnance, but it got the job done.
His pilots then began to make comments on the destruction. Most had expected something more. They did not expect it to be that unimpressive from the air.
"Cut the chatter, it looks like our Gundams friends have just engaged with the enemy," Willard then said to his squadron. "It's time to help them out and kick some ass."
On Nena's screen there were a swarm of mobile suits moving across the desert; they hadn't noticed her or Flint. Most were too busy rushing over to Daveral's position in hopes of stopping the shelling from continuing. All of them were aerial mobile suits from the last engagment; there were also a few GN-X joining the fray.
She continued to watch them move out, but she wasn't thinking about the upcoming battle. Her thoughts were still on that nightmare she had. No matter what else she tried to think about, the nightmare would just force its way back into her mind; it was just too disturbing. At this rate she wouldn't be able to concentrate on fighting when they were sent in.
"Here they come, be ready," she heard Daveral say over the communication channel. "Stick to the plan, but adapt as needed."
"Roger that," she then heard Flint respond before another response, this time it was from Helana.
"Got it," Nena then responded to confirm her status of readiness.
The others then ceased communications as she looked to see explosions already dotting the sky, several kilometres away.
She then looked down at her Haro which quickly turned around to face her. "Haro make sure you watch out for anything that may come out from behind and alert me on any situation, okay?" she said to it.
"Roger, roger," the Haro replied back, ready to help.
"Alright," she began as she took a deep breath and tried to push any thoughts she had out of her mind to focus on the battle by thinking about survival instead. "Let's go get them," she then said as she began to set a course towards the combat zone.
Daveral fired back at an approaching Enact that quickly manoeuvred out of the way of his shots before a high-mobility Tieren then appeared firing its main armament.
He quickly skirted to the side evading, some of the rounds while letting the rest bounce off his Gundam's armour and returned fire.
There were so many of them, too many for them to take on, even though they were in Gundams, but if they managed to cause enough damage, it should be enough to weaken the foe to prevent additional operations until they were reinforced and resupplied.
Daveral then looked to his side to see a Flag that was just beside him, with its sword raised ready to move in for the kill, yet at that moment, it came to a complete halt before it fell to the ground lifeless.
He looked up to see the Variant's drones overhead which were now engaging enemy units, sowing confusion and causing damage to those in the crosshairs.
The enemy forces were quick to recover, however. They quickly adjusted to the situation and began to shift their fire, evenly spreading it towards the drones and the Lancaster to stop it from getting a clear shot at them.
"How many enemies do we have?" Daveral called out to the others, too busy to look down at his own sensors and find out how many units there were.
"About ten squadrons of mobile suits ranging from six to ten of various mobile suits per squadron with a squadron of five GN-Xs along with them," he heard Helana say to him who examined the battlefield while the drones did their work.
Daveral then turned to engage a Tieren which began to open fire on him from his right flank.
He quickly turned the Lancaster to face the enemy machine and opened fired with his the beam carbine. The Tieren was unable to evade the multitude of shots causing it to slam into the ground after the pilot lost control before he then moved onto to the next mobile suit which had moved into range.
The Lancaster continued to engage while drawing enemy fire, its armour providing it extreme resilience from the majority of their weapons.
Several missiles then began to home in on the Lancasters position from a squadron of Flags. Seeing this, it quickly fired off his howitzer which was down to its last shell. Thrusters active, the recoil sent even the Gundam back several dozen meters from the location, effectively dodging the missiles at the last moment.
As he looked to see the Flags preparing to come around for another pass, several bright beam pierced through one of their engines, sending it plummeting from the sky before he then saw the squadron forced to scatter as he saw two his reinforcements arrive.
It was Drei, which was providing support fire from his right flank and the Zesus on his left which was now moving in close with the enemy, blade at the ready.
Now they had the advantage.
Unknown Location, February 13
Ribbons stared at the large screen which displayed the battle in the Pacific, all the images being taken by UN forces whose feed he had managed to hack. They were never as secure as they would like to think they were.
The Union-developed mobile armours were wreaking havoc amongst the Phoenix forces, although the same couldn't be said about the second fleet which was now starting to back away due to the damage they were sustaining.
His gaze remained focused as footsteps coming towards him. He knew who it was.
"I trust your regenerative treatments went well?" Ribbons asked still looking at the screen. "It would be a shame to lose one such as you."
"Ya, I suppose even if it did cost me, but now I'm back and ready for anything. So why did you call me here?" a gruff voice responded. It was Ali Al-Saachez.
"It's about a job I have for you," Ribbons replied without making any movements.
"A long as you're willing to keep paying and its not completely suicidal I might just do it. So what do you got for me?"
"Do you remember the Trinities that you were sent to eliminate previously?" Ribbons asked him.
"Finishing the job I started?" Ali began, not quite interested at the proposition. "Because it won't be possible at the moment as that last battle totalled my machine beyond repair. I have no plans to fight with sub-par machines, even if I can do it. Too much of a risk, especially with the friend that girl has now."
"You'll have a new machine. Even better than the one you had before," Ribbons then told him which got instantly got Ali's attention.
"A new machine you say? And even better?" he raised a brow before he gave a grin. "You've got yourself a deal."
Ribbons then flicked the screen to that of a mobile suit hanger.
Inside was a dark orange mobile suit with blood red trim around its armour which was strikingly similar to the Zwei in both appearance and weaponry aside from a few differences. The suit was still under construction, but something caught Ali's eye for there was the Zwei's remains nearby which was being salvaged for the new machine.
"This will be your new weapon, the GNW-1000 Ares, see it as a gift for what you've done for me. You'll soon have it to be your weapon of destruction." Ribbons announced to him. "Also you'll be working alongside someone who will be your partner."
Ali could only give a quick grunt of dissatisfaction. "A partner, not a team? Seems more difficult and we're more likely to butt heads if we have equal authority," he replied.
"I can assure you," Ribbons began with a slight smile on his face, "Your partner will not get in your way and like you, he lives to fight. It would not be wise for me to keep him from his calling would it?"
"Whatever his calling is I don't care, but since you're my employer I guess I'll take your word on that," Ali then said with a shrug. "So who am I working with?"
"You'll find out very soon." Ribbons replied as he switched the screen to that of the raging battle in the desert.
Thar Desert, February 13
"Watch it Flint, you've got a squadron behind you!" Daveral's voice came over the communications line.
Nena immediately turned to support the Zesus, firing at the mobile suits in pursuit while the Lancaster began to lay down suppressive fire.
Several beam shots were enough to force the squadron to break off after she downed one of the Enacts chasing after him.
"They're off my tail, nice one!" Flint applauded with a thumbs one.
The Lancaster then swung around to face the single squadron of GN-Xs that had spent most of them their being held down by the drones.
"Shift fire onto those GN-Xs. We've got to keep them tied up, don't let them get a chance to recover," Daveral instructed.
"Roger that!" Flint replied as he quickly moved to engage the closest mobile suit to the Drei and the Lancaster.
Nena began to fire at the GN-Xs that were now caught between them and the Variant's drone. Unlike what she previously saw where the GN-Xs were much better coordinated, these pilots were having more difficulty assuming a defensive formation, though it may be due to the addition of another Gundam.
She then managed to strike one of the GN-Xs in the GN Drive that had spun around to keep one of the drones from firing on it. The machine exploded, as the less armoured reactor went off, debris and particles floating through the air.
A GN-X then turned to engage her on the right, aligning a shot, but before it could fire and before she could lock onto it the GN-X was quickly forced to turn as several dozen auto cannon rounds began to hit its armour.
A second later the 'Death Wing' raced past it before manoeuvring around for another pass.
"Enemy strength is now down to seventy-five percent," Helana then informed.
Nena nodded her head in acknowledgement; they would soon get to go back to base.
Something the rocked the cockpit as she then turned to see a Flag that had gotten close opening up with its linear gun.
She quickly turned around to face it and began to shoot at it.
The Flag then skirted to the side only to be struck by the Lancaster's carbine which turned the thing into nothing more than a hole riddled husk.
"They can't keep this up forever, they've almost lost their GN-X squadron, they're going to pull back soon, they know they can't win without heavy casualties," Daveral then spoke out.
'Targets locked commencing operation,' Nena then heard a voice pass through her head.
A second later, several beams shots came flying down from above forcing her to skirt to the side and land onto the ground for a clear view.
"What was that?!" Nena said in surprise as she then looked up.
What she saw was a white Gundam with an orange trim wielding a beam rifle and shield. It emitted red particles those of a pseudo GN Drive.
'Can you hear me, Nena Trinity?' she then heard, it seemed someone was communicating to her using Quantum Brainwaves. 'I'm coming for you.'
"Who are you?!" she then screamed before she was then suddenly interrupted by her machine shaking violently and found her machine now lying on the ground knocked over by the shockwave.
"You've got to be kidding me! He's got those damn Earthshaker bombs as well?" she then heard Flint shout.
The Drei immediately got off the ground and took to the air to avoid being knocked down once again.
She looked to see all the UN forces looking up in awe the fighting had stopped, staring at the newcomer in the battle.
The pilot of that machine then spoke up, this time no longer just speaking to just her, using Quantum Brainwaves but to every single one of them through the comm.
"I'm your final judgement," the pilot then said as his image came up on her monitor revealing the very same person from her dream saying it in the very same tone.
Her eyes widened in horror, those very same eyes were looking down on her seemingly glowing. This could not be right.
"No way, it can't be t-that was just a dream!" she stammered her hands slightly trembling from disbelief.
'I'm much more than a dream you foolish girl,' the man replied in her head before speaking to all. "Now all of you prepare yourselves," he then finished with narrowed eyes that burned with determination.
The white Gundam drew its beam saber and charged forth into the fray.