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KSGU:Volume 5 Chapter 3

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==Chapter 3==

===Part 1===

(Universal Century. In ordinary terms it means ‘A Century for everyone’. The age of outer space should be written as ‘Universe Century’, but we deliberately used the word ‘Universal’, which means ‘for all’, as the name for the new century.)

Marida’s hearing that was dulled by the anaesthesia picked up this calm but determined voice. She opened her eyes slightly, and saw the ceiling inside the ship connector.

The fluorescent panels that were lined up in intervals continued to glide by Marida’s eyes, and the slow-flowing air struck her face. She moved her slightly numb hand, realized that she was fastened down on the zero-gravity use stretcher, and gathered her sights that were focused on both left and right eyes. The men wearing white normal suits were surrounding the stretchers, moving along the connector to somewhere else. At this point, this group of people looked like they were paramedics sending an injured sportsman, but none of them were focusing on the patient. Those faces were obviously showing strange looks as they looked forward, silently letting the lift grips pull them forward. The pistols grips on the men’s waist holsters showed that they were definitely not related to any medical work in any sense.

Marida originally thought that they were conversing with each other, but that was not the case. The ‘voice’ she heard came from the internal wireless speakers of the helmet. ''Who’s the one talking? She swallowed her saliva that had some bitterness of the anaesthesia and pricked her eyes to hear this ‘voice’ that sounded like someone’s speech. However, another person’s voice “You’re saying that the message came from the “Unicorn”? caused her face to twitch.

“I’m saying this alright. The machine started to let out this signal once they made contact with the debris of “Laplace”.”

“Did the Laplace Program unseal itself? How’s the NT-D?”

“I don’t sense any activation of the NT-D here…”

Marida turned her eyes to the source of this voice. From the back of the normal suit, she saw a man with a fat face tensing up. ''They are not crew members of this “Nahel Argama”. If I remember correctly, that man from Anaheim Electronics is called Alberto.'' She felt her head aching somewhat as she recalled these scenes, and closed her eyes for the time being. She had not recovered completely, and the effects of the anaesthetic did not fade off completely. However, it seemed that the fastening belts on the stretchers were not secured that tightly, and she gradually clenched her fists to awaken her still sleepy body. She then widened her eyes and looked around.

From the area she could see, she saw Alberto and 3 other men who looked like his henchmen. They were probably heading to the shuttle that was linking over, and from what she heard before she fell asleep, it seemed that she would be brought to Earth together with this group of people. If she were detained in a military facility, the chances of her escaping would become even more difficult. Marida did not think that she could survive and make it all the way back to the Neo Zeon camp, but if she were injected with drugs and revealed information she should not say, she would end up putting her master and everyone else in a pinch, and she had to prevent that no matter what. She twitched her body that was in the worker normal suit, checked on her thoroughly hurting body due to her injuries, realized that she was not completely immobile, and started to observe the men’s actions.

The men seemed to have swallowed the opinion of the military doctor who said that Marida would be unable to wake up for half a day, and did not pay attention to her. ''Can I take down such numbers? As Marida held her breath and asked herself, “What should we do? Do we delay the launch and hear out the outcome of the investigations?” a subordinate asked, and Alberto’s back shuddered as he held onto the lift grip.

“Continue to keep contact with the bridge. Call the captain of the “Klimt” and tell him and we may change our departure time according to how things develop.”

“Yes.” The subordinate answered as he stepped on the floor and moved back Alberto, who muttered, “What kind of joke is this…” without looking at the other person. His voice echoed through the corridor, and Marida saw that he seemed to be terrified from behind as she heard that ‘voice’ from the broadcast inside the ship. She suddenly recalled Banagher’s name and looked up at the ceiling.

It was said that this ‘voice’ came from the “Unicorn”. ''Is he called to be the pilot again?'' Marida relaxed her tense body as she let her consciousness float towards that ‘voice’. She closed her eyes and tried to catch the pulsation of the “Unicorn”, but felt an icy feeling suddenly pierce through her chest.

She could not help but widen her eyes, and her fingers stiffened at this point. A certain presence was rising up from below the fall, passing through the normal suit and the stretcher, and she clearly felt goosebumps that rose from the skin on her back. This presence did not come from the “Unicorn”, and it was not from that ‘voice’. Another thing was approaching. Someone was staring at the “Nahel Argama” with killing intent.

Marida knew that this was not a term she should be saying as a prisoner, but she could not find any other term to describe this sharp ‘presence’. Her body that was lying tense on the stretcher traced the certain person’s presence rising from her back as she gathered her concentration that was wandering around in space, and then chose the words that formed in her heart.

''The enemy’s here—''

===Part 2===

(As humans need to reside in outer space, it’s important for all of humanity to unite together. We can’t let this miracle… become a special occasion…)

The noise started to mix in amongst the voices, proving more than anything else that an enemy was approaching. Otto restrained his inner heart that felt horror as he loudly asked the crew, “Minovsky Particles, you say!?”

“The density is rising rapidly. It’s not an interfering wave.”

The sensor operator seated at the left console seat added on as he looked over at Otto. Minovsky Particles were detected inside the ship, and it was not scattered here from a trading ship somewhere as a precaution against pirates. Someone was definitely releasing Minovsky Particles in this area to cover the eyes of the “Nahel Argama”. ''To think that we’ll end up with an enemy attack at such a time.'' Otto exchanged glances with Liam and immediately asked the sensor operator, “Where’s the source?”

“Unable to confirm. The spreading pattern is still unstable. It seemed that the Minovsky radar caught interference.”

“What about the motion sensor?”

“There’s no response in the sensor range. No heat signature either.”
The enemy launched an electronic battle from outside the detectable range, and the Minovsky radar failed because of the enemy. There was no room for suspicion in this current situation, and Otto used the reflexes he honed during this past week, “PREPARE FOR ANTI-AIR BATTLE!” he yelled, and the voice echoed through the bridge.

“All personnel, put on your normal suits and prepare for battle. Prepare the cannons. The enemy may be hiding amongst the surrounding civilian ships. Carry out tight anti-air surveillance. We should be able to detect the location of all the ships from the radar information.”

But even so, hundreds of ships continued to move around on the Earth’s orbit. The “Nahel Argama” could not easily pick up the enemy’s location, and it could not expect to fight a decent defensive battle while being thoroughly battered. Otto heard the repeated instructions and alarm sounds as he muttered to himself, “What kind of enemy is there…” Liam received the normal suit from the duty soldier as she coolly answered him, “I don’t think there’ll be many of them here.”

“Besides, this is the absolute defense zone of Earth. Even if the enemy’s disguised as a merchant ship, it probably won’t have the fighting strength of a fleet to invade.”

“That’s the problem. Since they’re willing to fight us with few numbers, they probably came up with some plan.”

Liam, who was putting on her normal suit, stopped what she was doing as she gave Otto a stunned reaction. Otto too felt a little troubled that he spoke with the tone of a very experienced commander as he avoided Liam in the eyes, asking, “Where are our allies location?” Liam zippered up the fastener of her normal suit as she answered,

“The patrol fleet is on duty, but they’re retreating towards the geostationary orbit. Even if we immediately ask them for aid, it’s hard to tell whether they can reach in 30 minutes.

“30 minutes… if this were an enemy raid, it’ll be over by the time they arrive.”

Doesn’t matter what the result is now. Otto added on in his heart as he too received the normal suit and turned to Mihiro at the communication operator seat, saying, “Call back the scouting scout.”

“Once they return, call Romeo 010 and 012 to cover the mothership. The ECOAS’ “Loto” probably can be used as cannons, so do tell them as well.”

“Yes… then, what about the “Unicorn”?”

Mihiro put on her helmet, returned to her seat and gave a meek expression at Otto. From an objective viewpoint, the “Unicorn” would clearly be the most powerful fighting force the ship had. Otto felt words that were stuck in his throat, and he pulled up the fastener of the normal suit in one go, “Tell him to remain on standby inside the colony.” He answered while avoiding the other party’s stare.

“That mobile suit is still releasing that ridiculous speech. Hurry up and let it retreat back inside before it becomes a live target for the enemy.”

''We can’t let the kid help in this battle anymore.'' “Roger that”, Otto saw Mihiro answer “Roger” as she turned her face back to the console, and he looked back onto the screen in front before remorse rose in him. The debris of “Laplace” was ferrying the “Unicorn” over the Southern Hemisphere of Earth, and for every second passed, it would pull away from the “Nahel Argama” that was located on the equator. The electric noise that was mixed in with the speech seemed to be leaving together with the old Prime Minister residence.

Less than 100 years ago, the voice of the first Prime Minister of the Federation government was released all over the world. Ignoring what kind of relation this speech actually had with the “Laplace Box”, these would definitely be difficult to listen to at this point when times had changed. ''Unknown world, brand new century, humanity that managed to create a united government called the Earth Federation—'' Otto continued to digest on those words, and he heard someone say, “How ironic” before it was overwhelmed by the loud sound of the alarms.

“A glorious outcome created when all of humanity is united… we, who’re living under such a result, are still killing each other.”

Liam’s voice sounded ever so vicious, and Otto had no reply for her as he put on the helmet of his normal suit without saying anything. The voice that announced the start of the Universal Century did not stop completely as it continued to remain beneath the noise and rang through the wireless radio.

===Part 3===

(We must normalize that fact that humanity has united, not rejecting each other, not hating each other, and become one race as we head to a wider universe. The term Universal Century includes our hopes.)

The beating of the heart was responding to the ‘voice’ of the ghost. Was it his own heartbeat, or was it the “Unicorn”? Or was it neither, but the beating from the universe itself as the owner of the ‘voice’ merged into it…?

Banagher could not understand. However, he felt that there was another him deep within that he did not know of, responding to the ‘voice’. He understood that the body that was becoming one with the machine was pulsating, and the thoughts within him were radiating out in all directions. ''Right, the Universal Century was supposed to be a Century full of possibilities—''Banagher’s pulsating thoughts muttered as he started to listen to the voice that was coming out from within him.

That kind of possibility could allow humanity to ascend as a higher form of existence in the next phase. The owner of this ‘voice’ knew how much blood humanity shed for this path, and had to leave his own prayer to the next generation even though they did not know what kind of possibilities awaited them at all.

''“It’s because we don’t understand that we draw it out, and then we ponder on it. Humans are the only ones granted with such an ability.”''

The large tapestry appeared in space, and the gathering shadows seemed to form the silhouette of Cardeas. It was one of the six tapestries hung in the Vist residence, the piece called the ‘tent’. A lady was in front of the tent that had the words ‘my only wish’ on it and, and put her ornament into the “Box” the servant girl was holding. A lion and a unicorn were on both sides, looking like they were ready to guide the lady into the tent—

''“There’s a certain sense the five senses can’t comprehend…and it exceeds the senses we have now…maybe that is the existence they called God, or maybe that is an illusion created by humanity’s wishes. But if we believe in that existence and can do what the world does, there is a chance to turn it into reality.”''

A glow was radiating from the tent, and the unicorn that was floating gradually in space surrounded the “Unicorn”. As many people believed in its existence and loved it, this legendary beast was born. Humans could tame this beast, and as for whether it really existed, it already did not matter—this prose of an old poem passed through Banagher’s thoughts.

''“Whether it’s right or not isn’t important. To them, this light is important. They needed something to fight despair and live in this world that was cruel and binding. They needed something to believe that this world still has room for change.”''

The silhouette then took the form of Marida as she looked up at the man crucified on the Cross, saying that. They put their hopes into the future… as a prayer to make up for their sins in the past, and to comfort themselves at that this point. Perhaps they, the people who were determined to migrate into space, were most probably hurt, and were the ones who were forced to despair. This emotional state caused them to create this arrogant god called the Federation, and they left their directions to this god. That was why these people had to complain that there was no hope that existed, and passed on the possibility to the next generation. It was just like what Cardeas did, and that certain person who got the “Box” 100 years ago.”''

''“In the past, Zeon Deikun once said that only those people who came to space could head for innovation. This meant that humanity got used to its environment and evolved…Newtypes. To the bureaucrats who sending the leftover population to space and remained on Earth, this thinking itself basically toppled their standpoint. That’s why they suppressed Zeonism and Side 3 that was promoting it.”''

The silhouette swayed again, becoming Full Frontal’s mask in space. The cold voice that described reality echoed in Banagher’s thoughts.

''“The Zeon Republic had such a crime, and after a year’s war, it fell defeated. However, this helped the Federation’s call, causing the Earth Central Administration to expand every day. To break the shackle of the Federation, to fulfill self-autonomy for Spacenoids, we should—“''

Banagher could understand these words, and he too felt that this was correct. ''But is there a certain something that is lacking?'' he felt a sense of anxiety, and he felt that the more someone insisted on it, the more likely it would be to be distant from possibilities. But what was this feeling, the feeling of the head smashing itself against the wall? Why was it that this voice that deemed prayers as merely prayers, and possibilities as possibilities forever, felt so cold?

''Whether it actually existed, that’s not the issue here. There are cases of trust being nurtured and affecting reality. The Unicorn, the beast of possibilities; me, and us, we’re all waiting for something in the future. I want to see the future the owner of this ‘voice’ says as we carry the possibilities of humanity heading into the future—

THUMP. THBUMP. THUMP. The scattered memories and the excerpts of words let out a pulsating feeling, gradually connecting the nerves that were not connected. A certain something sleeping in the “Unicorn” sensed this connection, and the glow of the Psycoframe was emitted out from the gaps between the armor. THUMP, THUMP…a forceful and rhythmic beating felt like blood flowing through the human body. It felt like the body temperature that was granted knowledge and blood increased, and the heat felt like it was expanding to the endless time and space…

At that moment.

There was an icy co0ld and sharp ‘presence’ growing inside this time and space, and the pulsating sound dissipated. Banagher widened his eyes and saw the all-view monitor visuals in his sights of reality.

There was a ‘presence’ pressurizing the body and mind, gathering gradually on the other end of the dilapidated debris, on the horizontal contour on the Earth. It was a ‘presence’ approaching from the darkness, a ‘presence’ that appeared to hurt others. Banagher’s body detected this as it moved on its own, and he held onto the control stick again. The originally still “Unicorn” lifted its head at this moment, and the bladed antenna suddenly rose up. The glow from the Psycoframe that was rising between the gaps scattered, and the white machine moved around amidst the debris.

(I don’t belong to any religion, but I’m not an atheist. I believe that a healthy representation of the human spirit would be to ascend to a higher plane, to give laws to ourselves, as we set higher bars for ourselves.)

With lightning-quick reflexes, Banagher moved his limbs and immediately held onto the control stick while stepping on the pedal. The main thrusters on the back and legs let out flares together, and the “Unicorn” that suddenly started to advance dashed out of the debris of “Laplace”. The G-force that came right from the front caused Daguza to lower his head, and he was pressed down on the assistance seat without having the time to ready himself.

“Banagher…!?”

“Something’s coming over. It’s targeting the “Nahel Argama”.”

Banagher left these words behind and turned his face forward without hesitation. Daguza inspected the display board and quickly scanned through all the meters. The “Unicorn” let out thruster flares in the opposite direction of where “Laplace” was headed, and immediately negated the orbital speed. It then accelerated at a height near the atmosphere as it gradually pushed itself such that it would return back to the equatorial orbit. This was a reckless action that completely relied on the great power of the thrusters, but in another sense, this was a clever action done with ample knowledge of the machine’s capaibilities.

There were no alert signs on the screen, and all systems were normal. Until this point, the speech of the First Prime Minister had not stopped, and the signal from the wireless communicator continued to persist on. However, there was nothing to suspect whether the pilot was conscious or not.

“…Are you alright?” Daguza looked over at Banagher’s face. There was no response of any machine on the radar, and the space on the all-view monitor was dead silent. “I don’t know. We might not make it in time.” Banagher answered as he continued to stare at the space where the “Nahel Argama” should be at.

“That’s not what I’m saying here. I’m asking about your body condition. Did you just…”

''Just lose your consciousness? No, did you consciousness fly out there once?'' Daguza could not find any term that could describe this as he turned his speechless face away from Banagher. Soon after the speech started to play, Banagher looked like his soul was taken, and he did not respond at all. Also, the glow from the psycoframe started to fill the cockpit, and the machine that activated the NT-D still showed signs of ‘transforming’ despite there not being any enemies on the radar. It felt like it sensed the anomaly on Banagher and created a resonance.

Did the psycoframe on the machine react to the pilot? Or did the psycowaves of the pilot activate the system? Either way, the NT-D was silent at this point, and the “Unicorn” continued to glide under low orbit in its unicorn form. Daguza bit his lips and looked back at the debris of Laplace, (bridge to all mobile squad), Mihiro’s voice could be heard.

(Abandon the current mission immediately and return to the mothership. We have detected Minovsky particles now. There’s a very likely chance that its scattered to disrupt the enemy. I repeat…)

Daguza turned his face forward in surprise. The radar screen that was linked to the navigation control satellite had noise all over it, indicating the fact that the electronic waves caught interference. The noise from the wireless radio got worse and worse, and the voices of Conroy and the rest yelling something seemed so distant. The laser communication from the “Nahel Argama” still remained, but the reception from the other channels decreased. The effective radius of all the sensors were limited by the interference of the Minovsky Particles.

''Everything was still normal several seconds ago. Did this guy detect the enemy’s presence before the Minovsky Particles were scattered?'' Daguza felt a shiver as he looked at the side of Banagher’s face. His heart then jumped hard the moment he heard the shout, “THEY’RE HERE…!”

Banagher continued to look in front without looking aside as he narrowed his eyes and gave a killing intent. ''At the distance out of the sensor radius range, the “Nahel Argama” can determine where the enemy was from the laser signals, but this guy seems like he can detect the enemies further than that.'' “How many can you sense?” Daguza asked in a half-believing manner, and Banagher answered him without looking back, “There’s one…no, that’s not it. There’s another independent squad hiding behind it.”

“Behind…?”

At this point, Daguza was really stunned. He knew that it was useless, but he still looked over at where Banagher was staring at. He stared at the dark blue space that was CG drawn, and he again felt an ominous feeling before looking back at the side of that face seated beside him.

It was said that Newtypes could detect an enemy’s presence through the mobile suit armor and fight while predicting each other’s movements. Daguza had no intention of doubting if a sixth sense really existed, and he had personally experienced the threat of psycommu weapons, but he had no idea whether such monstrous-like humans really existed. He wanted to cast proof to deny it, but he could not do it. He turned around and saw a pink beam flying through the darkness.

A beam came flying in from the space behind the “Nahel Argama” that was moving around the equatorial orbit, and it grazed past the “Unicorn” before being sucked in by Earth that was showing its night appearance. It was the glow of the mega-particle cannon…but it was not sniping at the “Nahel Argama”. The enemy sublight shots came flying one after another as they aimed for the debris of “Laplace” moving on the axis orbit. To be accurately, the enemy was sniping from long distance, outside the range of the sensor, at the “Nahel Argama” mobile suit squad stopped there.

Even if the enemy did not know where the mobile suits were, it was possible to predict the location of the “Laplace” debris that was maintaining a steady speed. Thus, it was not difficult to shoot at the debris. It was merely 10 seconds since the moment the retreat order was given, so Conroy and the rest should still be hovering in the debris, planning how to change their trajectory. “They’re aiming for the mobile suit squad…do they intend to isolate the “Nahel Argama?” Daguza mused as he looked at Banagher’s face. He, who sensed the enemy’s location first, looked right in front this time as he did not move. Even the beams that glided past him did not cause him to show signs of fears.

If he was a step slower in changing the course, the “Unicorn” will be affected by this long-range snipe and end up tangled amongst the debris of “Laplace”. ''As I guessed, this guy can see something I can’t see.'' There was no room for doubt anymore as Daguza looked over at where the beams came flying in from. He could not detect the enemy’s presence, and he felt his own anxiousness as he even thought of cursing out at this speech that continued to play.

===Part 4===

(During the Anno Domini Era, these Holy Scriptures were spread from man to man. Even without mentioning the Ten Commandments of Moses, every religion teaches doctrines on how people should live and face the Earth. These weren’t viewed as human words, but rather as a contract with God.)

The beam launcher shot had its power suppressed and the charge time set to the minimum as it looked like a slender and sharp claw that was about to scratch the night face of Earth. As the trail scattered, another beam came flying by, drawing scratches on the place where the “Laplace” debris was. It was not easy to hit, but for the mobile suit squad that was scattered around the debris, this kind of attack was enough to cause a threat.

Gilboa’s squad did manage to stop the enemy in their tracks. Gael Chan felt that he would not meet any resistance any further, checked on the laser link with the “Garencieres”, and his lips curled up.

“I never thought I’ll have Zeon covering me…”

''And I’m attacking a Federation ship of all opponents.'' Gael felt that it was really odd as he stared at the ship body of the “Nahel Argama” on the enlarged window. As the estimate marker and the CG visuals overlapped each other, it was still possible to detect the shape of the ship even if the machine was outside the sensor rang. The “Nahel Argama”, which lost its portside catapult, floated on the space above the equator, and looked like a sphinx with a missing left foreleg. It was a mobile suit mothership that was very similar to the “White Base” of the past. As he stared at this white ship body that could not even fire any anti-air fire, Gael checked on whether the Minovsky radar was working, and then cautiously suppressed the speed o the “Eye-Zack”. As he slowed down, the machine descended, and the “Eye-Zack” that got onto the rendezvous orbit approached the “Nahel Argama” as every second, every minute passed.

In space, where there were no conductive substances, it was possible to guess the source of the Minovsky Particles through the diffusion thickness and the spread. The device in charge of this would be the Minovsky radar. With that, it was possible to detect the enemy’s location amidst the Minovsky Particle wave and prevent pre-emptive attacks. However, electronic related methods could nullify the electronic equipment, and this “Eye-Zack” that was enhanced in electronic warfare was equipped with such functions. Currently, the Minovsky radar on the “Nahel Argama” was confused by the irregular spread, and even the “Garencieres” could not grasp its position. Gael would use this opening and close in to a minimum distance where the optical sensors could not detect, and take action in one go. The “Eye-Zack” was obviously inferior in terms of mobility and generator output as compared to the current mobile suits, but it would only take an instant to determine the winner if it were a distance when both sides could see each other. He just had to approach the enemy first without the enemy noticing him.

“I don’t have any grudges with you…but I still have to repay this debt.”

With the night of Earth as the background, the footage showed the white ship that was a pin size at best. Gael touched the Firearms Control System panel and readied the live ammunition weapon that was commonly called the modified Zaku machine gun at a position to shoot. Once he shoots, his position would be detected by the enemy, so he chose not to concentrate his fire. As he was about to squeeze the trigger, the battle sequence program started to count down in seconds. Suddenly, he saw the all-view monitor in front of him dyed completely white, and two tremors shook the cockpit as the machine rattled and cried.

“What’s going on…?”

The scattered particles of the beam hit the exterior armor of the “Eye-Zack”, causing the cockpit to let out noises sounding like it was hit by pebbles. Gael adjusted the machine and pointed the gun at where the beams were flying from. They were not cannon shots from the “Nahel Argama”. An enemy was firing high powered beams from another direction. The “Eye-Zack” rolled its monoeye unhurriedly, and as the sensors caught sight of a machine moving over from the Earth at its feet, the message ‘data match’ was shown and enlarged on the screen together with the CG-corrected enemy visual.

“The “Unicorn”…!?”

The pure white mobile suit, which had the unique trait of the lone horn, wielded its customized beam rifle that was loaded with magnum cartridges as it came crashing in from below. Gael squeezed the trigger on reflex and carried out evasive maneuvers, and the modified Zaku machine gun let out a trail of fire. For every five shots, there was a tracer round inside, and the tracer round let out a light yellow trail. The “Unicorn” looked like it was ready for this attack as it dodged and fired the beam rifle again. The mega-particle cannon that was greatly different from the normal rifles, and a torrent of light rain down on the “Eye-Zack” less than 3km away. The storm of scattered particles again concentrated its fire on the “Eye-Zack”, and right at the moment, the damage report window appeared on the monitor.

The extremely hot particles caused the armor to be poked with holes, and the field monitor for the right knee joint indicated that it could not be recovered. ''The enemy should be suppressed at this point by the sniping, so why is it that it can get all the way here?'' Gael checked on the current situation of the “Eye-Zack” that had its mobility reduced by half, and he bit his lips and glared at the lone horned mobile suit in front to him.

He knew about the overwhelming mobility and the power of the armaments as he took part in the development beforehand. To the “Unicorn”, this old generation mobile suit that was very slow in its movements was no different from a scarecrow. ''I’ll be slaughtered when the next shot comes in,'' Gael had no doubt about this prediction as he got mentally prepared to prepare for the third shot. However, the “Unicorn” continued to face the “Eye-Zack” as it did not shoot a beam.

The white machine had the ideal line of fire to catch the enemy, but it lowered its beam rifle somewhat hesitantly. This action was basically a free chance given to the enemy to run away, and it was definitely impossible for the person sitting inside that cockpit to be a normal pilot. ''Is the one sitting inside that person?'' Gael instinctively thought as he felt a burning feeling in his head, and squeezed the trigger of the machine gun fully.

The large empty cartridge was ejected, and the 120mm bullets that were fired let loose a tail of light at the “Unicorn”. The “Unicorn” dodged this attack by adjusting its height, but it did not intend to fight back. The machine, which lost its killing intent, continued to dodge while not wasting its movement, and got in the way of the “Eye-Zack”, only caring about harassing the enemy as it did not let the enemy charge at the mothership. Gael could have broken through if he wanted to—but he was facing an opponent he could not ignore. He understood that he had to do something he did not expect, a foolish act that could ruin the entire plan, but he still used the left arm of the “Eye-Zack” to draw out a beam saber.

Not caring that the machine would leave the rendezvous course, Gael lit the thrusters to slow the “Eye-Zack” down. The machine that was affected by gravity started to descend, and it closed in on the “Unicorn”. At that moment, Gael used the chance to swing the beam saber down at the “Eye-Zack”.

The “Unicorn” grabbed the grip from the pack on the rear side of the arm, and drew its beam saber. Both sides’ beam sabers clashed, creating sparks that lit the place. Gael tried to steady the machine that nearly got knocked aside and used all his strength to yell, “BANAGHER LINKS!”

“WHAT KIND OF FIGHTING IS THIS!? SHOOT DOWN THE ENEMY WHEN YOU CAN DO SO! YOU CAN’T SURVIVE LIKE THIS!”

(What…?) The doubtful voice echoed through the wireless communicator. ''No problems here.'' Gael vaguely heard the change of era speech from the first Prime Minister too. ''It seems that the Laplace Program is successfully acting out the original process as planned.'' Gael confirmed this and felt a certain unexpected sense of realism, and he continued to yell at Banagher, “YOU HAVE SOMETHING YOU HAVE TO DO!”

“YOU HAVE TO FIND THE REAL IDENTITY OF THE “BOX” AND FIND A BETTER WAY TO USE IT. THAT’S THE WILL YOUR FATHER LEFT FOR YOU TO DO WHEN HE LEFT THE “UNICORN” TO YOU!”

(What are you saying!? Who exactly are you!?)

“It doesn’t matter who I am! You must continue to live on and carry on the will of your father. I can tell that you have the ability to do this!!”

''If that’s not the case, the “Unicorn” would not have left the “Laplace” debris at this timing and get in my way. This is what the heavens planned—everything is right at where they should be just as planned.'' Gael felt amazed by this in less than a second, let the “Eye-Zack” sweep aside the “Unicorn” that only knew how to swing the beam saber with brute force and get by its opponent. (Wait!) Banagher yelled, and the voice of the First Prime Minister’s speech faded away.

He tossed out the dummy balloon to hold off the opponent, and let the machine head back on course to the “Nahel Argama”. ''It doesn’t matter if I’m shot from behind now.'' He believed that he had someone to believe in in the future, and that he should continue to live in shame forever. This thought he did not have several seconds ago caused him to give a wry smile, and he tried to drag the “Eye-Zack” that was on the brink of death away by exerting the throttle.

“I hope you will not abandon your life. Continue to live on Banagher Links. For your father’s sake.”

Gael muttered to himself as he rode on the “Eye-Zack” that lit its thrusters. The “Nahel Argama” fired its intercepting fire, and the “Eye-Zack” machine rushed in on the fire trails with reckless abandon.

===Part 5===

(And now, we’re about to say goodbye to the century of Gods and accept the time of a new contract. This time, it’s not to surpass God, but to communicate with the God inside us, as we move up to a higher plane. The contract of the Universal Century should be born of all of humanity’s consciousness.)

The “Unicorn” used its beam saber to slice apart the dummy balloon that was expanded to the size of a mobile suit, and then aimed the reticule of the rifle at the enemy unit. Banagher squeezed the finger on the trigger lightly, and the silhouette of the enemy unit that looked like it was wearing a radome-like overlapped on where the “Nahel Argama” was. Banagher then moved his finger away from the trigger.

The position of the opponent at this point would mean that the beam would hit the “Nahel Argama”. Banagher clicked his tongue as he felt confused by his inner heart feeling relieved that he did not have to fire. ““Nahel Argama”, do you copy? Daguza’s call at this point caused him to hurriedly grab onto the control stick.

“1 o’clock, Plus 47 degrees. There’s an enemy unit approaching you. Hurry up and intercept it.”

Daguza did not wait for the ship to reply as he casted a sharp glance at Banagher. Banagher looked away and intended to step on the pedal, ‘stop’, the voice caused him to stop the machine.

“If you approach now, you’ll be caught in the shots from the “Nahel Argama”. Go intercept the enemy behind.”

Daguza sounded rather stiff. Banagher reflected on what had happened, and this kind of reaction felt reasonable to him. He stared at the “Nahel Argama” that was firing intercepting shots from the monitor, and the dummy balloons that were released continued to explode as they got shot. At this moment, the unknown enemy unit was attacking the ship alone. ''For a Neo Zeon pilot, he knows too much about me. Is he someone related to the Foundation? But if that’s the case, that person will not sit inside a “Sleeves” mobile suit without reason—''

“He just mentioned your father…did he?”

Daguza mused as he did not look away from the enemy unit that was passing through the concentrated fire. Banagher could not stop his shoulders from shivering.

“What’s going on? You—”

The flashes looked like they came with sounds as they radiated from the monitor, overpowering the words Daguza wanted to say next. Banagher and Daguza looked over at where the flashes came from, and they saw the enemy unit surrounded by flames as it charged at the “Nahel Argama”.

The machine was surrounded by numerous anti-air fire as it became a ball of fire, but it continued to move it. “A special attack…?” Daguza muttered as his face was covered by the light of the fireballs. The enemy unit that was thoroughly hit let out a chain of explosions, and blew up into bits near the battleship. The anti-glare filter could not completely prevent the strong light from filling the cockpit, and Banagher could not help but narrow his eyes.

The booster tank at the back exploded, and the enemy machine that was no longer humanoid was gradually swallowed by the lights of explosions. That heat source soon cooled off due to the vacuum, and then became a blueish-white waste gas as the blown fragments scattered all around the “Nahel Argama”. The frame was the only thing left amongst the twisted wreckage, and there was no signs of an ejection pod being fired out. “Doing such a stupid thing…” Daguza’s voice rang together with the speech, and Banagher stared at the “Nahel Argama” that was enlarged on the window. He saw that the ship and the shuttle that was connected were fine, and felt a heavy feeling he could not shake away.

The enemies’ sniping from long range continued, and though the current situation did not allow for his heart to relax, what was with this uneasy feeling in his chest? That explosion and the scattered debris did not feel realistic. Banagher sensed the sharp ‘presence’ of that pilot that had not disappeared even till this point. He harboured this baseless belief as he turned to the space on the other end. He felt that another ‘presence’ was getting ready to launch as the long-ranged shots of beams came flying over.

===Part 6===

(Everyone knows that there was quite the controversy over the Prime Minister’s residence being a space station orbiting around the Earth. From a transportation and security viewpoint, this wasn’t really a good choice. However, we are about to advance into the Universal Century.)

It was possible to see that light that exploded through the main screen on the battle monitor, even if it were through the naked eye. The lights let out a sharp glow with the Earth shrouded in night as the backdrop.

“The laser signal from the guest is cut off. Near the “Mock Trojan Horse”.”

Flaste, who was seated at the steering seat, looked behind at he reported to Zimmerman. ''Just as planned,'' Zimmerman gave this expression as he nodded slightly, and the commanded through the microphone. “Alright, Gilboa squad, head forward.”

“The “Mock Trojan Horse” isn’t going to move fast when its attached to the shuttle. Distract them as much as you can. 20 minutes later, we’ll send the signal to retreat.”

(Roger that. We’ll look forward to the guest’s performance.)

With this response, Gilboa, who was right in front of the “Garencieres”, let the “Geara Zulu” move and removed the beam launcher and the energy unit from the backpack. It would not be suitable to bring in the power but hard to control beam launcher if he wanted to get close to the enemy ship and distract it, and a standard armament beam rifle would be enough. The other two “Geara Zulus” units followed what Gilboa’s unit did as they let go of the beam launchers in their heads. Zimmerman saw these actions and reminded them as a commander, “Don’t force yourself there.”

“Even if we don’t count the Manhunter mobile suits as fighting strength, we can’t underestimate the new transformable mobile suits. It seems that the “Gundam” is moving faster than we expected.”

The “Unicorn” left the debris of “Laplace’ right before the attack started and even covered the “Mock Trojan Horse” directly. ''Is this a mere coincidence, or did that pilot detect the attack beforehand?'' Gilboa let out a meaningful voice as he said, (It seems like the opponent’s that brat with sharp instincts.)

(The brats in our house look like they like him. Shall I try to bring him along with the “Gundam” if I have the chance?)

“Don’t be greedy. We can receive the information of the Laplace Program from the Psyco Monitor. Right now, our utmost priority is to save Marida.”

Zimmerman recalled Banagher Links’ eyes in his mind as he refuted Gilboa’s suggestion. Beside him, “The Captain’s right. Your steering skills are the best when we‘re talking about steering this “Garencieres”. Don’t involve any unnecessary feelings and die off there.” Flaste interrupted, and Gilboa answered with a wry tone, (Understood)

(Gilboa Squad, launching!)

The three “Geara Zulus” lit their thrusters at the same time as they gradually moved on course to the “Mock Trojan Horse”. Zimmerman did not wait for the 3 thruster flares to vanish as he turned his sights to the “Unicorn” marker located. As things stood at this point, the unequipped “Garencieres” could not help out. After the mini mobile suits took back the beam launchers Gilboa squad threw out, what Zimmerman could do was to gain an estimate of the situation of this battle through the main screen. Even so, all the sensors were affected by the Minovsky Particles, so he could only look at the allied machines’ laser signals to guess what was going on afar. There was nothing else that could cause detriment to the mind more easily than this, but they could still detect the movements of the “Unicorn” through the psyco monitor, and this was a solace that was better than nothing.

The information that could be sent from the psyco monitor did not just include the location of the “Unicorn”. Since just now, Zimmerman had been listening to the speech that had been playing through the bridge. The voice of the First Prime Minister of the Federation government could be heard in this speech which started since midnight—and the “Garencieres” could hear every signal the “Unicorn” released through the psyco monitor. The NT-D was not activated, but the psyco monitor could trace the actions of the ‘Unicorn”, and it definitely reacted to this voice.

The transmitting wave used by the monitor could cause the Minovsky Particles to vibrate. Thus, even if it was more than 1000km away, this ‘voice’ could still be heard clearly. However, it may not be a good thing to hear it, and Flaste commented, “Sounds really grim”. Zimmerman did not argue back as he turned his bitter expression at the steering seat.

“It’s good that it can tell us the position, but this just sounds annoying no matter how I listen to it. Is it not going to end until the speech is over?”

“There is a reaction from the psyco monitor, so it shows that the Laplace Program is still functioning, but…”

As the answer came, Zimmerman saw the psyco monitor on the main screen. What was indicated on it was the merely an audio data being received, and there were no signs of the Laplace Program releasing any other information. Zimmerman intended to stroke the beard under his chin, but his fingers hit the helmet of his normal suit. He snorted out some air and sat back into the captain seat. He heard of this change of eras speech several times in school and in the news, but he never heard the contents so seriously. “Are we to analyse this audio data?” Flaste asked, “I don’t know.” And Zimmerman answered as he shook his head slightly, wanting to shake off these words that were full of implications out of his mind.

“We haven’t detected the signal of the NT-D being activated. Maybe there is some hidden message once the speech is over—”

“We got a laser signal!” One of the crew reported, covering what Zimmerman was about to say. Flaste immediately sat upright in his chair and asked, “Is it from the “Rewloola”?”, while Zimmerman looked over at the back of the crew member’s head as he sat on the navigation seat.

“No, that’s not it. This signal is…”

The crew member’s stammering voice caused Zimmerman to feel a chill up his back. The time at this point was 00.12, and it was earlier than expected by 30 minutes. However, there was no other person who would contact the ship at this moment. Zimmerman left Flaste to respond while he stared at the main screen. In this wide and endless darkness, there was a defiant pressure entering this incomprehensible battlefield—

“So Full Frontal has appeared, huh…”

===Part 7===

(I feel that there are some differences between Earth and Outer Space that I have to personally experience. Thus I used the authority of the Prime Minister to make this decision. And there is no better stage to change the calendar on the last day of Anno Domini and to start the Universal Century than this space station.)

After firing the wire gun at the scalding hot external armor, the reel was activated. He took note not to let the protruding metal frame touch the normal suit, and as long as he could climb onto the internal armor that was poking out, the first phase of the plan would be considered a success.

“I really want to say that this is easy…but the rest is up to luck.”

Gael muttered to himself as he landed on the deck of the “Nahel Argama”. The battle before this created a large broken opening on the catapult deck that was 30m large and more than 5m tall. The frame that was twisted by the burnt armor was not cleaned up, no one bothered to deal with it, and it was a devastating scene akin to the aftermath of a fire. The block Gael climbed was a service route that had the middle exposed amidst this breakage. After walking inside for approximately 10m, he could see an emergency partition wall that was used to separate the inside of the ship from the absolute zero of space.

Everything was going just as Gael predicted. He had a ship layout map obtained from Anaheim Corporation and photos taken by Neo Zeon, and after comparing the two data, he had a rough grasp of the damage situation. Gael got out before the “Eye-Zack” got shot down when he charged right into the anti-air intercepting fire, and he used the portable vernier land mover to climb onto the “Nahel Argama”. This action itself would completely rely on timing, and the reason why Gael was willing to execute this reckless plan was because he saw the opening on the catapult deck. It was the easiest path to enter. He forcefully kicked the melted metal frame and let his body lean at the wall. He used his hand to wave aside the black ash that was on the surface and installed the high powered explosives SHMX he had on his waist onto the partition wall. He stuffed this wired ignition device, retreated to the wall and waited for the most suitable moment to press the ignition switch.

Soon after, there was another trail of beams outside the fault, and the anti-air fire that went quiet suddenly lit up again. Gilboa’s squad was starting to create a distraction. Gael leaned his back on the wall, and he saw the crossfire through the helmet visor. The shots grazed past the hull of the ship, rocking it, and Gael used the moment the tremors reached his back to press the ignition switch.

The explosives installed inside the partition wall exploded silently, and there was a hole that was approximately a meter in diameter. The fragments of debris that exploded flew out towards the vacuum, and the air inside the ship rushed out of the wall. The steam that was condensed due to the sudden quick decompression created a layer of mist on the service route. Gael used the metal frame as a pivot and brought his body to the hole before firing the wire gun inside. The reel immediately started to activate, and Gael managed to duck into the hole past the air that was rushing out at him. He let his feet land on the floor and step deep within the service route. The air roared over the helmet, stimulating the eardrums that were already used to the silent space.

The emergency partition steel wall started to activate once it sensed the decrease in pressure, sealing the path. Gael forced himself to keep his eyes open as he continued to kick the wall. The partition wall the descended from the ceiling blocked his sights, and he saw that the gap between the wall and the floor was becoming narrow. ''Will I be locked here? Or will I be crushed by the wall?'' Gael used all his strength to kick the wall and curl up—and then, he felt the sound of the partition wall sealing up with his body.

The winds that were surrounding him suddenly stopped, and the wire gun ceased to curl up at this point. Gael opened his eyes that were shut unknowingly and looked around. The gloomy red color of the emergency lights was all around, and the path leading to the middle of the battleship was right in front of him. The partition wall that was closed up was right behind him, and the barometer installed on the arm of the normal suit was pointing at one. ''So I succeeded?'' Gael heaved a sigh of relief as he opened the helmet visor, deciding to wipe his entire face that was covered with sweat.

There were damages on the partition walls the moment the enemy raid came, and new partition walls sealed the place in response. Most likely, the crew of the ship would think this was caused by the direct hit of the enemies’ shots, but they could not have expected for everything to be planned by an intruder. Gael experienced the tremors of the continued battle with his body as he remembered the map of the ship in his mind. He then kicked the floor and moved towards the nearest locker room.

If he were slow, he would end up meeting the emergency response team, and this would be bad for him, especially as he was still wearing a Neo Zeon pilot suit. Gael did not bother himself too much with the alerts that rang through the corridors and switched the wireless radio to the frequency Federation ships used. During battle, the wireless communicator inside the ship would be kept opened, and if he could receive these signals, he could get a rough grasp of the situation.

(Focus your fire on top! If the enemy’s in low orbit, they can’t turn back easily. You can definitely hit them if you aim carefully!)

(The connected shuttle is getting in our ship’s way! The 17th to 21st Close-In Weapons System can’t be used. Can’t we think of anything here!?)

(“Klimt” calling the “Nahel Argama”. We can’t re-enter the atmosphere like this! Our ship will delay launch. We hope for the crew and the guests to evacuate inside the ship.)

(“Klimt”, our ship will allow your crew to evacuate into the ship. We might have to abandon your ship based on the situation. Please hurry with your retreat)

To the soldiers who lived in the Minovsky era, it was their job to determine which were necessary information amongst the dialogues that were exchanged through the wireless communicator. It seemed that the guests that boarded the “Klimt” once would head back inside the “Nahel Argama”. It would take him 5 minutes to put on a Federation normal suit, and it would take another 5 minutes for him to head to the connector shaft with the “Klimt”. He promised with Zimmerman 20 minutes grace, and he was planning whether he could catch at least one of Martha’s subordinates and bring that prisoner called Marida Cruz back. Having checked that 3 minutes passed on the watch, Gael flew through the maze-complicated large passageways as if he was gliding. (WHAT’S THE “GUNDAM” DOING!? HURRY UP AND TELL IT TO FIGHT IF IT’S LAUNCHED!) A certain person’s growl echoed through the wireless communicator, and Gael felt that his body that was rushing under zero gravity became even heavier.

===Part 8===

(Today, there are more than 100 representatives from different countries in the Earth Federation. After some discussion, we shall sign the charter of the Universal Century. This Charter shall be known as the Laplace Charter, and it shall act as a contract between Humanity and the World.)

The “Unicorn” drew the barrel out from its back attachments and set the magazine in it. The assisting grip on the side in front extended together with the barrel, and the hyper bazooka was ready to fire.

The “Unicorn” put the beam rifle onto its back, and raised the barrel of the hyper bazooka that was about as tall as itself over the shoulder, ready to fire. The 3 “Geara Zulus” quickly dodged and went right at the “Nahel Argama” at the back. Banagher caught sight of one enemy unit flying over him on the reticule, held his breath and squeezed the trigger. The propulsion gunpowder that was used for firing exploded inside the barrel, and the 380mm shot took this momentum as it came flying out of the nozzle. The heat and wind pressure that was released from the smoke evacuator caused a thick trail of gas to scatter around.

The 380mm shell continued to spin as it flew in a straight line, dragging a trail of thin smoke as it grazed past the accelerating “Geara Zulu”. The proximity fuse activated at the same time, causing hundreds of metal balls to fly out from the exploded shell. The large number of balls that were 5mm in diameter scattered out, and the “Geara Zulu” legs took direct damage as it got knocked off course greatly, but it did not take fatal damage. Banagher immediately stepped on the pedal to let the “Unicorn” rise. The beam that came flying in grazed past the “Unicorn”s legs, and the machine gun-like beams came ripping over.

The other two mobile suits caught up to the “Nahel Argama”, moving through the intercepting fire as they let loose a rain of beam bullets onto the ship. The enemy units accelerated, got above the ship, and after seeing that they hit, decelerated immediately and pull away from the firing range below them. The increase and decrease in speeds would show the difference in heights, and they were executing a hit and run tactic that could only be executed in low orbit. In contrast, the two “Lotos” that were equipped onto the battleship were tactless. The anti-air machine guns and the 4 Gatling cannons that were equipped on their shoulders respectively fired, but only added some empty lights amidst the lines of fire. On the other hand, the two “ReZELs” that were protecting the ship from above and below fought back with beam rifles, but even they looked to be having a tough go in this battle that was different from an ordinary space battle. The allied mobile suits movements were not sharp enough as they had to concentrate on maintaining orbital speed. In contrast, the enemy forces that could only snuggle around the mothership continued to fight using an irregular rhythm as they continued to carry out hit and run attacks. It was because the enemy was overwhelmingly familiar with fighting in low orbit.

The bridge did command the “Unicorn” to return, but in this current situation, it could not do so. Banagher’s consciousness was mostly distracted by the speedometer and height meter, but he continued to fire a second hyper bazooka shot. The scattered shots exploded around the enemy unit’s head that was lowered greatly, creating sparks in the armor. But that was not enough to cause a fatal hit.

The “Geara Zulu” descended again and accelerated as it fought back with the beam rifle. Banagher dodged as he closed in on the enemy with the 3 hyper bazooka rounds. He determined the attacking route of the enemy, and as he aimed the reticule slightly below the target, “It’s disadvantageous for you to attack a moving enemy with a bazooka.” Daguza’s voice rang in his ears.

“You should use the beam magnum. At this distance…”

“No. That’s too powe3rful.”

''A mere graze from a beam magnum shot can melt a mobile suit’s armor into nothing, and even trigger an explosion—even if I don’t use this weapon, I can still force the enemy to retreat.'' “This is not a time to hold back, you know!?” but Banagher ignored Daguza’s growl as he let the machine stop immediately.

The machine descended drastically, and the relative distance with the enemy unit was pulled closer. “You’ll fall!” Daguza shouted, and Banagher accelerated at a height of 200km and got around the feet of the “Geara Zulu” that passed by. The 4 thrusters on its back lit up at the same time, and the “Unicorn” rose quickly as it pursued the enemy unit from below.

“If it’s a close-ranged battle…!”

Banagher deliberately turned the reticule away and fired the hyper bazooka. The shell grazed past the “Geara Zulu”, exploded 2km away, and the metal balls that came flying out rained on the thick green machine. The “Geara Zulu” took more than a hundred metal balls from the front as it lost its balance, and the beam rifle in its right hand dropped off. The beam rifle seemed to have taken damage from the direct hits of the metal balls as it exploded immediately, creating an orange ring of light in space.

With the light of the explosion shining, the “Geara Zulu” shot its balance verniers as it slowly retreated. The generator was not damaged, and it probably would not be dragged down to Earth by gravity. After confirming this, Banagher scanned around to look for the other two mobile suits. At this moment, Daguza gave a deep voice from behind as he said, “You deliberately missed that, didn’t you…”

“If we force them to retreat, there’s no need to kill them, right?”

“They’ll end up being reclaimed by the mothership if you do that, and they’ll become enemies with us again.”

“I’ll just force them to retreat again when that time comes.”

Banagher said without looking at the other person. “Do you think this is a game, you bastard!?” the angry growl rang through Banagher’s ears, and his body that was grabbed on the shoulder was held down onto the linear seat. Banagher bit his lips, unwilling to meet Daguza in the eyes.

“I don’t want to repeat what that man just said, but you should take the enemy down when you go. The enemies you let go may end up being the ones killing our allies, or even you.”

The shoulder that was grabbed by the other man cooled off, and the clever reality spread through Banagher’s body. If he admitted this, he would be swallowed by the machine, and would become a living core of negative emotions ready to explosive. He thought about the thoroughly injured Marida, and the certain person whose name he did not know that got shot and killed by a stray shot—and had enough of this. “SINCE WHEN AM I PLAYING HERE!?” he squeezed out this voice from his abdomen and waved away Daguza’s hand on his shoulder.

“WHETHER IT’S MY DEATH, OR THE DEATH OF OTHERS, I CAN’T JUST JOKE AROUND HERE. THAT’S WHY I’M TRYING MY BEST HERE, ALRIGHT!?”

Daguza met Banagher’s stare right in the eyes, and he showed a wavering expression as his eyelids shivered. Banagher finished and looked away, only to hear an approaching alarm of an unknown clinging tightly onto his heart.

The motion sensor indicated that there was an enemy approaching from above, on the right side. The relative distance was less than 20km, and it was too late to dodge it. Banagher let the “Unicorn” draw its beam saber and got ready to take on the enemy mobile suit that was approaching rapidly. He caught sight of the enemy that was a little dot, and this enemy soon became the size of a fist. The “Geara Zulu” that was wielding the beam rifle then covered Banagher’s sights.

The beam hook that was shaped in a light sickle swung down, and the beam saber took this hit as bright sparks were emitted. As the high-heat particles cackled, Banagher saw the antenna of the enemy unit that had a feather-like decoration, (Can you hear me, Banagher?) this voice caused him to widen his eyes in shock.

(Fall back. I have no intention of fighting with you here.)

“Mr Gilboa…!?)

The savage looking face of the “Geara Zulu” that was lighting its monoeye overlapped with the dark-skinned face Banagher faced on “Palau”, and the fingertip pressing onto the button of the beam saber was shuddering. As Daguza gasped beside him, (We won’t sink the ship. Retreat back before things end!) Gilboa continued.

(Our aim is to bring Marida back. The “Garencieres” is nearby for this.”

“But that…what do you intend to do!?”

(Everything’s set.) The “Geara Zulu” continued to clash with the “Unicorn” at close range as it turned its monoeye around to check if there were anyone else on board, before finally looking back at Banagher. (Listen, you must retreat. Tikva will be sad if you die.)

After saying that quickly, the “Geara Zulu” pulled back the vibrating beam hook away from the “Unicorn”. “Wait, Mr Gilboa…!” Banagher shouted, but the other person did not respond, as what was left in Banagher’s sights was the back of Gilboa’s unit that lit its verniers as it left. The “Nahel Argama” continued to let out intercepting fire as it appeared in front of the unit that merged into space. Banagher did not have time to think too much as he stepped on the pedal, hurrying the “Unicorn” to where the other person was.

“Did he say that they set everything up…?”

Daguza mused amidst the accelerating G-force, but at this point, Banagher did not have the need to meet the passenger behind him in the eyes as he was thinking the same thing as what Daguza was thinking. The enemy unit that struggled to attack the “Nahel Argama” let itself get shot into pieces deliberately, and a certain perpetrator used that opening to sneak inside the ship. “RX-0 calling Romeo 010, please transfer the channel to the “Nahel Argama”.” Banagher heard Daguza speak into the wireless communicator, and he let the “Unicorn” maintain an acceleration that was barely enough to leave the course as it charged right at the “Nahel Argama”.

(There might be an intrusion inside the ship. The guess is that the enemy is aiming to recapture the prisoner. Strengthen security immediately, and if necessary, patrol around. Over.”

At this distance, it would be more reliable to ask an allied machine to send the machine as the message would be more likely to reach the receiver. The “ReZEL” that was below the “Nahel Argama” let out a signal flare, indicating that it understood, and closed in on the distance with the ship. Banagher saw this and felt somewhat relaxed as he turned to look at the “Nahel Argama”. He saw the space shuttle that was connected to the portside, confirmed that Marida was still within the ship, and suddenly had a doubt, wondering what exactly he was doing at this point.

If Zimmerman and the rest were here, it would be much better to hand Marida over to them. This was an obvious fact that did not require thinking, and it was because Gilboa believed that Banagher would have this similar understanding that he spoke of the plan for this operation. Even so, Banagher forgot about this untila moment, and he, who detected that the enemy had entered the ship, kept thinking of warning his allies to respond.

Enemies and allies—no, this kind of classification was not suitable for him. He know both sides personally, and no matter which side it was, he would help out the moment he saw someone in danger. In the end, Banagher was an observer who did not belong to either side, and could not help either side. He was so timid that he did not want to hurt others and himself, pretending to be kind, but would only add fuel to the battlefield. He was always pretending to be a victim, but killed others with random shots.

''This won’t do. It’ll only cause the situation to get more confusing. I won’t be able to save myself, let alone others, so what shall I do?'' Banagher could not think properly as he had all sorts of thoughts, and strength was seeping from his hands that were holding the control sticks. He shook his head and looked in front. On that side, where the fires continued to flare, Captain Otto and Lieutenant Commander Conroy were still fighting; Ensign Mihiro and Gilboa were still fighting, and even Takuya and Micott were probably fighting with fear.

''Then, what about me—?'' As Banagher stared at the lights that were crossed in front of him, he repeated his self-questioning mindlessly, only to see the “ReZEL” approaching the “Nahel Argama” get shot down and explode.

The fireball that engulfed the blue machine immediately expanded, and the static and electronic interference noise entered the ears. Banagher let the “Unicorn” accelerate and rise. He could tell at a thick beam of a long distance cannon snipe grazed past his feet, and the beam scattered as if it was trying to light Earth that was shrouded in night.

“A new mobile suit…!?”

Daguza muttered. Looking at the direction and power, it was not a beam that was shot by Gilboa and his men. Banagher looked over at the front of the “Nahel Argama” where the beam came flying from, and he sensed a certain pressure his body recognized closing in from there. The new enemy came entering from the equatorial orbit in a completely opposite direction from his, approaching at an alarming speed. That oppressiveness became a wind pressure that felt like it would rip the scalp off, and at this point, a term passed through his chest like a beam of light.

''The Red Comet—!''

===Part 9===

(This is based on the agreement from everyone in the Earth Federation government, and no mention of God is in it. We shall not mention Humanity’s original sin. After this, we are to face our final judgment, and then we shall break the deadlock in our hearts. Our destiny will be in our hands.)

“If God really exists, I can offer a kiss there…!!”

The ecstasy of exhilaration rose up his body as he squeezed the trigger. The beam launcher let out mega particles beams, and the pink lights grazed past the “Mock Wooden Horse” as it reached beyond. If the information sent over from the “Garencieres” psyco monitor was correct, that person should be inside. Angelo got ready to meet the “Unicorn” as he gripped onto the ball-shaped control stick tightly. He could no longer see the explosions that were on the path of the beams, nor could he see the movements of the other enemy units. He was only trying to find the white mobile suit that should be in low orbit.

Diagonally behind him, Lieutenant Cuarón squeezed the trigger too, and the escort squad-customized “Geara Zulu” fired the beam launcher. The bright light flew out straight, illuminating the red armor of the “Sinanju” that was racing in front. The “Sinanju” opened the thruster unit on the back that was like wings, and the way it flew above the layer of atmosphere could only be described as an archangel. Their units had boosters that were twice as large as the units themselves, and it had been more than 9 hours since they launched from the “Rewloola” as they took on the G-force that nearly knocked them out as they raced here. It was definitely this crimson red archangel who managed to guide them through this dangerous course while accelerating, reach the Earth orbit and catch up with the “Unicorn”. The exhaustion of the long journey was immediately reset, and Angelo felt his breathe and strength rising up his body as he stared at the other end that had many lines of fire on the other side.

As they were racing along the same orbit, they were moving at a relative speed of 15km per second faster than the “Mock Wooden Horse”. The enemy ship would not have the chance to dodge, and naturally, they did not want to leave this chance hanging. There was less than 30 seconds until contact— (Our target is the “Unicorn”. Ignore the other units.) Frontal declared, and Angelo naturally accepted it.

(Zimmerman intends to get back Marida, so we’ll leave the “Mock Wooden Horse to them). Our aim is to fight the “Unicorn” and prompt it to activate the NT-D.)

“Yes!”

(No need to hold back on him. You won’t be able to beat the “Gundam” if you have no intention of fighting with the will to take down an opponent. You have to watch out for the magnum shots, for example.)

There was no need for him to remind them this. “Yes! Please let the escort squad open the way for you!” Angelo answered as he put his finger on the trigger of the completely charged beam launcher.

Angelo did not spend the time sleeping during the past 9 hours of journey. He spent this time trying to use past battle records to get a grasp of the enemy machine’s capabilities and the habits of the pilot, and completed a battle simulation to deal with the “Gundam”. First, he would have to let the enemy activate the NT-D and draw out the true nature of that person. After exchanging messages with Cuarón’s unit, Angelo would then move about 50km away from the “Unicorn” and squeeze the trigger completely. Cuarón’s unit would then fire at the same time, and the intersecting beams would form a cross of beam fires.

The two snipes of beams caused the “Unicorn” moving forward to stop the machine and rop in height. Angelo went by the opposing machine as he released grenades. The launcher inside the shield fired away, and the grenades continued to explode. As expected, the “Unicorn” continued to dodge as it was surrounded by beams. Angelo let the thrusters stop completely and let the machine descend several kilometers in height. He waited for the charge alert signal to ring, and immediately squeezed the trigger.

As his sights got pulled by the G-force, the I field was generated as the “Unicorn” leaned on the shield. The approaching alert signal rang, telling Angelo that a rocket was flying over. It was fired by the “Unicorn”, and the physical ammunition that was moving at turtle pace compared to a beam closed in on him and exploded above his head.

“This little…!”

Angelo used the rebounding effect of the atmosphere to leap up and let the machine return back to the same orbit as the “Unicorn”. The “Sinanju” too skilfully dodged the metal balls that exploded and scattered as it fired a beam right back at the enemy. The “Unicorn” deployed the shield that was radiating an I-field in front of it as it blocked off all the beams that came right at him as it strafed sideways. It seemed like it was prepared for any bazooka shots as it continued to dodge, adjusting its height as it continued to retreat. The enemies were right on its orbit, but it continued to retreat without doing anything.

Looking at the “Unicorn” before, such actions were really unexpected. It was impossible that the enemy used up the ammunition. Even if the bazooka shells were used up, the “Unicorn” still had a beam rifle slung on its back, and it should have enough time to switch weapons and fire. Angelo fired the beam launcher that was still charging, and the thin beam went by the “Unicorn” as the bazooka shot came firing back. That shot rained diagonally in front of Angelo, and the metal balls scattered like rain. However, it merely caused a little damage to the “Geara Zulu”.

It seemed that the enemy was deliberately aiming the reticule away as he fired, and the mobility was too slow. ''Is it because he’s worried that he’ll be dragged down by Earth’s gravity?'' Angelo pondered for a while and looked at the “Unicorn” that would only retreat, concluded that this was not so, and gritted his teeth hard.

He could not feel any will to battle from the “Unicorn” up till now. It lacked the usual oppressiveness that would fight back as it continued to scamper around. ''Is it not in good battle condition, or is it not intending to fight at all?'' “You dare to treat me as an idiot…!” Angelo growled as his fingers on the ball-shaped control stick tensed up inadvertently.

“DO YOU THINK YOU CAN FIGHT WITH THAT KIND OF ATTITUDE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!? HURRY UP AND TRANSFORM INTO THE “GUNDAM”!”

''If I can’t have a proper fight here, it’ll be meaningless to come here.'' Angelo squeezed the trigger of the beam launcher fully. The “Sinanju” too fired with its beam rifle, and the lone horned mobile suit continued to be exposed under several fires as it swayed its body like it was amidst the wind.

===Part 10===

((Right now, we have a vast and endless universe in front of us, one that is filled with all sorts of hidden possibilities, an ever-changing future. No matter how you came to be standing on this entrance, you have no need to bring your past into the new world.)

(No doubt about it. It’s that red mobile suit. It just flew above us at an amazing speed!)

(The “Gundam” is moving away! Can’t we let the cannons at the back support it!?)

(The cannons are having a tough go trying to defend this ship! What is the mobile suit squad doing!?)

The enraged voices could be heard over the ship’s wireless communicator, and there was no doubt that Full Frontal had appeared on the battlefield. At that moment, an obstacle formed by a sharp ‘presence’ rose slightly, and Marida sensed that pressure passing through her back.

Marida darted her eyes side to side as she looked around at the faces of the silent hovering under the ceiling in front of her eyes, surrounding the stretcher. This ‘presence’ did not come from outside the ship. It was of a different direction from the many ‘presences’ outside, and there was a more direct and violent omen waiting in front of this passage. Marida turned her body that was held down onto the stretcher, and looked forward from past the helmet visor on a person’s head.

After the shuttle launch was delayed, the surrounding men had to return to the central gravity block to evacuate, and none of them was paying attention to Marida. They would sometimes cringe due to the vibration that rocked the ship, and only thought about getting to safety as soon as possible.

Suddenly one of the men met Marida in the eyes. It seemed that Alberto noticed her stare from behind, and he turned his pale face behind at Marida who looked back at him without being able to close her eyes. She saw him blink hard as his face suddenly tensed up. He reminded the subordinates beside him, saying, “Oi, the prisoners’ awake…!” Marida had no time to watch for the moment as she slipped out of the fasteners she loosened beforehand faster than the subordinates who noticed this.

She pulled her right arm out and reached for the belt on her shoulder. She then turned herself around and intended to get off the stretcher. Suddenly, the sound of a tremendous explosion echoed through the passageway.

The men were surprised as they got into position to defend themselves. The white smoke that came from the front surrounded their backs, and at that moment, 2, 3 more similar explosions rang consecutively. The man that was originally beside Alberto was blown back, and the stretcher tilted to one side as there was one man missing on the side, and Marida hurriedly reached her right arm that was the only thing that could move as she saw the wall of the corridor right in front of her to protect herself. An explosion rang again, “Hii…!” and Alberto’s cry echoed through the corridor.

It was the last explosion. The passageway went silent without warning as only the anti-air guns vibrating noises could be heard from far and near. Marida floated together with the stretcher, and she saw blood floating in front of her. There was blood floating amongst the white smoke like amoeba, and it spurted out from the normal suits near the ceiling, drop by drop. They were changing shapes from time to time as they moved over Marida’s head. There were also 2 figures in normal suits crossing by each other in front, and they were also shot through the chest. Further in, there was a man wearing a normal suit leaning against the wall as he slumped down on the floor. He was most probably shot through the face as blood came out of his helmet like a blood tank. The arm that drew the pistol was swaying slightly in the air without being able to do anything.

The stinging stench of smoke and blood was mixed together. Marida could not even determine what was going on at that point. She first ensured that her body was free, and then heard the unique sound of a certain person’s magnetic soles on the floor, and stopped her hand that was intending to reach for the belt. It was the owner of that ‘sharp’ presence—that certain intruder who snuck into the ship beforehand and gunned down all the men around him in an instant. He was slowly moving through the smoke as he approached.

''An ally?'' Marida thought that it was impossible as she turned her stare to where the footsteps came from, and as she looked over, there was a scream, “GYAH!” from there. Alberto knocked aside the corpse that was floating in the air as he leaned his back on the wall. His thoroughly pale face was numb, and at this moment, the footsteps stopped. A certain person gasped as he stood not too far behind Marida, who turned her head slightly and looked at the other person from the side of the stretcher.

Like Alberto and the others, that man was wearing a heavily equipped Federation normal suit, and the recoilless handgun in his hands was pointed at Alberto. This man revealed his appearance from the helmet, but Marida did not know him. His eyes were not looking at her as his fierce looking face was trembling slightly. He opened his mouth a little, and he stared right at Alberto with a shocked and emotional expression. He was completely stunned as he looked like he forgot to remain wary about his surroundings; and Marida too wondered if that man was really the owner of the ‘presence’ as she looked at him in surprise.

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“Master Alberto…why would you…”

The man did not notice Marida looking right back at him as he let out a hoarse voice. Alberto was cuddling his head with his hands and remained curled up as he shivered. Marida moved her hand that stopped at this moment and undid the belt on the stretcher quietly.

“It was you? You’re the one who was instructed by Martha to board this ship…?”

Rage had already seeped into the man’s face that was wavering to shock, and this emotion caused him to point the handgun in his hand at Alberto’s helmet. “ANSWER ME!!” this aggressive roar caused Alberto, who was curled up, to cringe his shoulders.

“As a son of the Vist family, why did you killer Master Cardeas…WHY DID YOU DO SUCH A FOOLISH THING AS TO KILL YOUR REAL FATHER!!?”

Marida stopped her hand that was about to undo the belt on her waist as she pricked her ears to listen to the man’s explosion. BOOM. An explosion could be heard from afar, “…I, I had no other choice.” and the noise was mixed in with Alberto’s voice.

“If we lose the “Laplace Box”, the lifeline of the Vist Foundation will be severed. This goes for Anaheim and the other enterprises under it…so I—”

“Even if you say so, heavens forbid that a son kills his father! Master Cardeas has his own considerations, so why, why would the one last person who has the right to stop him…!”

“THAT MAN ONLY CARED ABOUT HIMSELF! HE THOUGHT THAT HE COULD DECIDE EVERYTHING JUST BECAUSE HE’S STRONG! HE THOUGHT THAT PEOPLE WHO WERE WEAKER WERE JUST SLACKING OFF…BUT I’M BEEN WORKING SO HARD…!”

“YOU’RE JUST BEING USED BY MARTHA BECAUSE YOU’RE WEAK! WHY DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!”

That man forcefully grabbed Alberto under the collar of the helmet and lifted him up. Marida saw that Alberto was a sobbing mess as his saliva and tears were all mixed together from past the shoulders of the man that were trembling with rising anger. “Aunt was very kind…” and she felt goosebumps rising all over her body.

“She was willing to recognize me and accept me. Dad doesn’t know about such things.”

Marida could not tell whether those eyes that were confessing were crying or laughing. “Such twisted logic…!” the man growled as his shoulder shuddered, and he jammed the gun right at Alberto’s throat. Marida anticipated that the other person would squeeze the trigger, and undid the belt on her angles. She kicked herself off the stretcher and slammed herself into the man’s back.

''There’s no reason for me to save.'' By the time Marida realized this, she had already taken action. There was an unknown impulse screaming inside her heart unconditionally, that this person should not be killed. She used her shoulder to knock into that man and grabbed a handgun beside her. That man took this sneak attack and tumbled, but he still pointed his fingers at Marida’s flank and pulled her hand that would not let go of the handgun over to him. The sharp pain exploded in her ribs, and she was unable to breath at that moment as she was dragged in front of the man.

Marida instinctively raised her knee as she intended to aim for the man’s crotch. At this moment, “Marida Cruz, I suppose…?” the man spoke to confirm, and Marida’s body was tense with shock.

“Good, Zimmerman’s waiting for you to return. I’m—”

As he spoke halfway, the man suddenly shut his mouth as he gave a sharp glare to the side. Then, the guns were blazing, and the man’s face suddenly disappeared from Marida’s sights.

Man was flowing from the side of the man’s abdomen, and his body slammed into the wall as it spun around. Marida continued to remain tense as she turned to where the gunshots came from, and saw Alberto seated on the floor, holding a handgun he got from his subordinate’s dead body.

He was giving an unusual expression at that man as he exerted more strength into the finger holding onto the trigger. Marida immediately held down his gun and looked over at the man, and the man who was holding onto his flank got up as he looked over at Marida. He did not look like someone from Neo Zeon—but she did not feel that this man was an enemy based on the fact that he mentioned the name of her master. While Marida was still trying to arrange her thoughts in her mind, “OVER HERE!” “THERE’S A GUNSHOT HERE!” a few voices rang from the other side of the smoke, and the sounds of the bells echoed through the hall.

There were many people with murderous intent charging over, and the man met them in the eyes before he kicked himself off the floor and skipped away from the scene. The side of his normal suit left blood bubbles in the air, and his back profile turned at the corner of the corridor before vanishing. “He’s over there!” The shouts and gunshots were mixed together, and Marida saw the sparks of bouncing bullets bounce off the wall and leaned her body to the wall as she crouched down. This would mean lying on Alberto, but she did not have the time to care about this, and Alberto, who was all curled up, did not show any signs of resistance.

Soon, a group of men in normal suits, wielding handguns landed on the floor of the corridor. A few men pursued after the man who turned around the corner, and someone said “Don’t let the people inside the ship find out. We have to deal with this ourselves.” “HURRY UP AND SHUT OFF THE ALARM!” another man yelled. Marida wanted to lift her head, only to be grabbed by the collar and pressed down on the wall behind her. The hand that reached forward in a flash clamped down on Marida’s throat, and the palm of the other hand grabbing her from above the normal suit. Marida wanted to resist, but she could not exert strength. As she struggled to remove the fingers on her throat, someone approached Alberto and said, “Are you alright, Master Alberto?”. Albeto, who was touched on the shoulders, suddenly jerked “DON’T TOUCH ME!” as he yelled with a change of emphasis.

Alberto pushed aside the subordinate who unwittingly moved back, and managed to stand on his feet by himself. He wiped away the saliva and tears on his face, and the abnormal expression on his face disappeared. He met Marida in the eyes for just a moment, whispered to his subordinate “This woman’s alright.” and looked away. The hand choking Marida’s throat relaxed, and she barely managed to get a breath of air.

“We’re heading back to the “Klimt”. Call the captain. I want to depart immediately.”

He quickly said as he turned his face that was still pale away from the two subordinates. “But the battle outside is still…” the subordinate answered, and Alberto angrily growled back, “I was nearly killed there!” The men’s showed their timid backs as they moved amidst the blood that was floating around.

“I don’t want to stay inside a ship that has an assassin prowling around. Call all the crew here.”

Alberto’s widened eyes were showing an abnormal glow at this moment. “Yes…” and the overwhelmed subordinates wanted to leave the scene. Alberto immediately kicked himself off the floor and yelled maniacally, “YOU SHOULD BE PROTECTING ME FIRST BEFORE YOU GO, IDIOTS!!” and this momentum pulled his body into the air. He realized that his back slammed into the dead body of someone who was shot “Hii…”, and screeched as he flailed his limbs frantically, wanting to leave the scene. The subordinates pulled his frantic body away from the corpses and brought him away from the scene, while Marida ended up being strapped by another subordinate back onto the stretcher.

Marida had no idea if it was because she tried too much when she took action as the sharp pain on her flank did not subside. The throbbing pain continued to spread with time, and a sense of fatigue engulfed her body as she was unable to breathe freely. The growls of the crew could still be heard through the wireless communicator, but the men wielding handguns in one hand did not say anything, and Alberto, who was surrounded by them, did not want to look at anyone as his lips were just flapping and muttering. One could even hear him murmur, “It’s nothing bad, I didn’t do anything bad…”, and as the subordinates were wondering if their master was still normal, he ignored their stares as continued to murmur on like a curse. This caused Marida, who had no strength to resist, to feel goosebumps as she was taken away on the stretcher.

Alberto’s lost eyes that stopped seeing everything else in the outer world were gradually entering her mind. Marida took a short glance at his eyes, and she immediately had a vague understanding of what she was thinking when she wanted to save Alberto. The moment she heard of Alberto’s family background from the assassin, she could not bring herself to leave this man to her death. Just like how Banagher understood Marida, Marida too understood Banagher, and she knew about his birth, his upbringing, and the burden he shouldered. It was because, after that moment of ‘resonance’ between their minds, Marida probably had a better understanding of him than he himself.

This was the other life that originated from the same source, and the color in Alberto’s eyes were so similar to Banagher’s that they felt sad…

===Part 11===
(We are now starting at the beginning, and there is no need to be troubled about other people writing the scripts in your life. Just use the God in you to look clearly at the future that is about to begin.)

The extremely hot particles let out a flash, and this impact-like sound that could melt metal rocked the cockpit Banagher was in. The hyper bazooka barrel was sliced in half as it floated it, and as the machine leaned backwards, the “Sinanju” kicked it in the flank the moment the crossed.

The impact of 25 tonnes, coupled with the relative velocity, was enough to crush a human body as it rocked the entire cockpit. The linear seat continued to shake nosily, and Banagher, who was on it, turned on the throttle to the maximum as he then stepped on the foot pedal with force. The recoil from the impact before caused the “Unicorn” to leave its original trajectory, and the machine dropped in height, causing Banagher to hurriedly light all the thrusters. The “Sinanju” continued to maintain its height skilfully as it continued to fire its beam rifle at the “Unicorn” that barely managed to prevent itself from falling.

“Hurry up and fight back! Aim properly!”

“I’m aiming!”

Banagher growled back at Daguza as he abandoned the severed hyper bazooka to ready his beam rifle. The reticule overlapped over the red machine, and the lock-on alarm pierced his ears. The source of Banagher’s stress at this point was the Red Comet, the masked man who was called the “Second Coming of Char”—and Banagher visualized the scar between his eyebrows and the piercing stare. He sensed that his fingers on the trigger were so tense that they could not bend properly. At the same time, the mega particles came flying out of the “Sinanju”s beam rifle, and the “Unicorn” managed to dodge right at the last moment before squeezing the trigger a moment later. The depleted magnum cartridge was ejected, forming a column of high energy that flew out in a straight line, lighting the “Sinanju”s frame.

As the particles flew by, the purple “Geara Zulu” darted between them as it continued to fire its beam launcher. ''I should be able to graze it at least.'' Banagher gritted his teeth as he endured these words that accumulated in his mouth, and let the “Unicorn” fly away from the beam that flew above his head. He continued to search for the “Sinanju” that disappeared from the monitor while trying to break through the perimeter net the three enemy units set up. Once he sensed that he could not shake them off, he heard Daguza growl, “Firing to scare the Red Comet isn’t going to work here!” as it went through his body.

“Hurry up and fight seriously. The NT-D should be able to activate if you face that guy. You’ll be toyed till death if this keeps up.”

“Bu…but…!” The anti-G capabilities on the assistance seat aren’t complete. If I let the machine move at full power, Mr Daguza, you…”

''Won’t be able to hang on.'' Banagher said what he wanted to say deep inside his heart and said to his trembling body that he was just lying. He opened the helmet visor, wiped off his sweat, and checked his current location with relation to the “Nahel Argama”. As he had been escaping wildly, the “Unicorn” changed trajectories many times, and at this point, he could not see the white mothership within the sensor. The “Nahel Argama” was moving away every second, and the “Unicorn” was moving into the axis orbit. No matter how Banagher tried to shake them off, Frontal’s squad continued to pursue, and it was a given fact that the “Unicorn” was the only target.

''I’ll be killed if I don’t fight back—'' he knew this, but his body just would not listen. The fingers on the trigger were extremely tense, and Banagher felt that he was trying to dodge instinctively. That was because fighting was scary, and Banagher admitted this. He was scared about the transformation into the “Gundam”, that he would be devoured by the machine, and that he would become the core of the NT-D or whatever system it was. Logically, he knew that these were not as severe as death…no, he might be getting the wrong idea in the first place. The objective of Frontal and his men were probably wear down their forces before capturing this machine. If that were the case, should he just let them do as they please? This machine was meant to be in Neo Zeon’s hands. If he did not resist randomly and hand the machine to them—

“In that case, let me off and bring me back later.”

Daguza stopped Banagher from running away further with a fierce voice and showed a piercing stare. Banagher again held onto the control stick tightly with his hand that was not exerting strength.

“Those guys are probably aiming to wear out our side and capture this machine. But what will happen to the “Nahel Argama” once the “Unicorn” is gone?”

“…I understand.”

“Those guys are experts of war. They will not let go of prisoners easily or let go of enemies they can shoot down. Don’t forget, your friends are still on the ship—”

“I KNOW THAT! I know everything…!”

The faces and names of many people, including Takuya, Micott, Marida, Gilboa, Frontal, Audrey and Riddhe were all swirling in Banagher’s mind, and he felt uncomfortable and queasy. He stepped on the foot pedal and let the “Unicorn” accelerate.

He lit the thrusters and turned his back on the beams that were pursuing him as he did not bother to check the location of the machine and glided around on the orbit at midnight. “Banagher…!” Banagher covered his ears and ignored Daguza’s call as he merely thought about letting the “Unicorn” race forward. He was still very frightened, extremely frightened. He felt a burning sensation when he received this machine from Cardeas, and when he fought to protect Audrey, but at this point, he could not feel anything. The icy cold emptiness continued to swirl in Banagher’s abdomen, and he knew that the tinge of warmth that was left within him was about to be taken away. That was good—no, perfect for him. That burning sensation had the tendency to make him act violently, and it would cause him to hurt and kill without realizing, and cause him to bear a lifetime of guilt as a dishonest bystander…

The approaching alarm rang, and Banagher’s senses suddenly reacted, causing the machine to decelerate. He widened his eyes and saw the debris of “Laplace” approaching from the front on the enlarged window.

The curved frame was shown amidst space, and its whale-corpse like debris continued to be exposed on the orbit over the two axes. Its loose structure was not considered to be a cover, but Banagher did not care about this at all. He needed something to act as a cover, and he wanted to catch his breath without anyone seeing. The Intention Automatic System seemed like it may had detected this fear as it slowed the machine down on its own. The “Unicorn” viewed the “Laplace” debris as a lifeline as it reached its arm forward. It lit its verniers and ducked into the dim opening before stopping weakly. The shield that was deploying the I-field shut off at this point, and the dual-eye sensors that glowed under the facemask gradually lost its glow.

The voice of the speech that showed no signs of ending overlapped with the approaching alert alarm. Frontal’s forces were approaching—but Banagher would not lift his head. His shoulders were rising and falling, and he was panting as if he just sprinted along with the mobile suit. ''I’m useless, I’m really useless.'' His panting seemed like it was going to mix in with his whimpers, and he gritted his teeth, but he still could not control his sobbing, and Daguza silently called out, “Banagher” at this moment.

“I’m getting off. Open the cockpit.

As per usual, is commanding tone did not allow for any suggestions. Eh? Banagher turned his head, but Daguza did not care as he suddenly reached for the display board and pressed the switch of the cockpit hatch.

The sound of airflow struck the helmet, and very soon, it could not be seen. The all-view monitor in front was switched off, and the part that was the size of the hatch slid out. Soon, the debris that was shrouded in darkness appeared in front of them. Daguza let his tall and large body leave the assistance seat slowly as he floated out to the hatch, and beside him, Banagher saw him move, “At this time? Are you serious!?” and he shouted as he grabbed the other man’s elbow. Daguza silently got in front of Banagher and let his helmet stick over to the other party’s helmet.

“You should be able to fight seriously now. Hurry up and transform it into the “Gundam”.”

The vibration of the voice passed through the helmets, and it involved more human contact than the wireless communicator. His eyes saw through Banagher’s lies and weaknesses through the visor, “But that…!” and Banagher in term answered.

“It’s not...it’s not like that, it’s not like what you think. I just…”

“Banagher, I saw the moment where the NT-D was about to activate.”

Daguza said as he put his hand on Banagher’s hand that was placed on his elbow. On hearing these unexpected words, he blinked his teary eyes.

“It was the moment when we made contact with “Laplace”, when the speech started to play. It seemed like you didn’t notice it, but the NT-D seemed to be reacting to your emotions. It seemed that your heart sensed something when you heard the voice of the “Laplace” ghost.”

“My…heart?”

“This machine isn’t a killing machine…that’s meant to eliminate Zeon. There is another unique trait in the “Unicorn” that is completely different from that of a killing machine. The only thing that can pilot it is probably the pilot’s heart, a heart that can understand, gets hurt easily, and can cause fear in others, and also, a heart that’s fragile, lack efficiency, and one that should not exist sometimes.”

From behind the helmet visors, Daguza’s eyes that were giving a knife-like glint were smiling. A slight burning sensation beat within Banagher’s heart, and landed at the bottom of his abdomen that became gold. Banagher tried to look into Daguza’s eyes, and on a closer look, Daguza’s expression was wavering as well. Banagher stared at the eyes that were not different form his, and looked down at where the vibration came from.

“Maybe that is the true identity of the Laplace Program. It controls the NT-D activation conditions, and guides the passenger to the “Box”…your father is really not a fraud after all.”

These unexpected words caused Banagher’s heart to jump, and he could only look away. “That’s…” Daguza stopped Banagher with a wry smile “That’s enough. I’ll ask you later on regarding this.”

“There’s no time to talk. Once I go out, retreat into the debris and wait for my signal.”

“What do you intend to do?”

“ECOAS has its own way of fighting. I rather do something worthwhile than to be a burden in the cockpit. You should fulfil your responsibility too.”

Daguza grabbed Banagher’s shoulder and pushed him onto the linear seat gently. “What’s my responsibility…?” he asked, and Daguza pointed at his chest, “This place knows well.” and said with a steady voice.

“This is a one and only cog that can make decisions on its own. Don’t lose it.”

After finishing off with this, Daguza moved his helmet away to break off contact. The eyes that had some form of closeness were gradually fading away, and the thick green normal suit that wrapped itself around the tall and large body floated out of the hatch. Banagher was bothered by this cockpit that suddenly felt wide, and called out through the wireless communicator. “Mr Daguza…!” (Close the hatch! The enemy’s nearby!) Daguza attached the land mover onto the life support system on his back as he ordered, left a small trail of jet flares and vanished amongst the vacuum.

The motion sensor indicated that the enemy forces were gradually surrounding “Laplace”. Banagher had no choice but to close the hatch, and tried to look for Daguza through the optically-corrected all-view monitor. ''It’s natural to be scared, it’s alright to be scared, to run, but don’t do anything foolish that will cause you to betray yourself'—'' the words Banagher heard before swirled in his abdomen, his originally cold body started to heat up with a fire-like ‘heat’ within him, and he sensed this as he put his somewhat tense hands back onto the control stick. ''Heart,'' this ordinary term throbbed within Banagher’s heart as if it wanted to let the ‘heat’ that was just born spread through the body.

===Part 12===
(Right now, it is 23:59 Greenwich Mean Time. I ask that everyone who is watching this telecast, if possible, please pray silently with me for one moment. Think about Anno Domini, which will soon pass, think about the history of Humanity that everyone made, and offer your blessings.)

He had an idea of where to go and what to do before he left the cockpit. The voice of the speech continued to disturb the wireless communication, and he knew that his communication link with the “Unicorn” was still not severed. He first climbed onto the curved frame, had a rough look around the inside of the hollow, and then pulled out the SHMX explosive device in his portable armor pouch.

The other equipment Daguza had included a very fine 100m detonating cable, two flashbang grenades for zero gravity use and a recoilless automatic handgun. Excluding the emergency first aid, the strobe lights were the only things that were of decent use at this point, and if he had known that things would have developed to such an extent, he would definitely bring along a field equipment kit. He continued to protect his left arm that was still hurting from the wound, and he looked over at the bottom of the pillars that were intercrossed. Daguza put the a small suitable amount of the 3-phase explosive according to the usage requirements of the SHMX, 0.2 times the size of the opening. He then inserted the plug at the base of the pillar, pulled the detonation cable through the hole, climbed onto the inner wall on the other side, put one end of the cable on the rotating pipe cable, and installed a new SHMX under the fractured frame of the inner wall.

There was not much time left. The enemy forces were surrounding the relic, wary of any traps as they timed the moment to enter. The first one to enter would most probably be the “Sinanju”, and that red mobile suit not only had a motive, but had a selfish avarice to witness and take action personally, or it would be unable to relax. Even if the “Unicorn” activated its NT-D, the chances of the “Unicorn” would only have a 50% chance of surviving. Looking at the current situation, Banagher would be forced into despair and get crushed by the enemy, so he had to use this opportunity to buy any chance for the “Unicorn” to survive. He silently moved around the holes and let the detonation cable pass through the 40m diameter ring.

The sense of responsibility over making use of a child, and the soldier instinct within him caused him to understand that he should sacrifice himself—neither of these were the reason why he did this. In terms of risk and effectiveness, he understood that this was not a worthwhile action. ''Why sacrifice so much for that kid?'' Conroy would definitely laugh at him for this. ''However that boy was the one who caused to me to act according to my thoughts.'' Daguza apologized to Conroy in his heart, felt that this was the time to do this, and moved his sight to the very cooling vacuum.

As an adult, Daguza bore the burden of the thing called reality up till this point. He wanted to hand his life to a child, a child who would think about the future. Of course, he did not think that he could wash away all his guilt after all the atrocity he did, but he felt surprisingly happy that he could do this. He, who only knew how to act on priorities to fulfil his duties, was leaving everything to a young life that had no blood relations or bonds with him, and even felt a sense of meaning amongst the term future. This heart of his that accepted all foolish thoughts was what he regretted over.

Perhaps this is how someone with the heart of a child would work. He made lots of concessions in life like choosing to become a machine that would only focus on executing its mission thoroughly. He was unable to say any words of encouragement to the wife he left, and if he had a child, his life would probably turn in a different direction. ''So this is what it means to have another possibility, another future we should have, that we should look at the future with the inner god.'' Daguza abruptly realized as he heard this speech that sounded like it was ending.

''Hope or despair, everything depends on the attitude. The fact that I walked into a narrow road before the many shackles on me is just one of those everchanging patterns—'' Daguza gave a wry smile at this overly simplistic logic as he moved himself behind the pillar, having finished his assignment.

The “Unicorn” had already moved deep within the debris, waiting for Daguza to give the signal. If he could, he wanted to make contact with Conroy, but this wish could not be fulfilled amongst the vast sea of Minovsky particles. He looked up at the lighting glass above him and let the clear starry light shine on his face. ''Bring it on,'' he called out to the enemies waiting outside in space.

''I’m alone. I’m not a machine, not a broken soldier looking for a place to die. It may be inefficient, a foolish thing to give my life blindly to a single person. Teach my body what kind of power of humanity has when it is released from its restrains—'' Daguza put his finger on the detonation switch, and he could see the thruster lights cutting through from the lighting glasss. The lights of the monoeyes flashed, and the human within this machine held its breath slightly.

===Part 13===

(I hope that the journey of all humanity into outer space shall be stable. I hope that the Universal Century is the age where results succeed. And I believe that, lying dormant in our hearts, the God called possibilities—)

The long speech ended up, and a blank descended upon them. All of a sudden, the darkness that was twisted with the hollow was blown aside by the vernier lights, informing Banagher that there was an enemy unit inside the relics.

“They’re here…!”

The red shadow was reflected off the broken glass, shining its monoeye as it looked over at Banagher. (Use the Vulcan!) Daguza’s voice rang through the wireless communicator, and Banagher gripped the control stick.

(Just scare him off. Shoot!)

Banagher did not have too much time to think. He instinctively moved his fingers, and the 60mm Vulcan cannons of the “Unicorn” let out a fire. The two lines of fire shattered the light retaining windows, shattering the profile of the “Sinanju” on it. The fragments continued to fly within the hollow, and the “Sinanju” raised the barrel of its beam rifle at the “Unicorn” as its feet landed on the inner wall, and the light shining through the windows lit it.

An explosion of fireball expanded from inside the hole, and the pillars that were starting to crack collapsed on the “Sinanju”. ''Did Daguza set them up?'' Banagher saw the “Sinanju” get crushed by a large pillar, and the knee that was kneeling down on the inner wall got caught in another explosion. The circulatory pipes that were buried deep inside the relic let out pressure, becoming shrapnel that rained down on the “Sinanju”, and one even pierced through the monoeye on its head. This fragment broke through the transparent plastic visor with the power of a cannon, destroying the main camera, and the scene of the red giant losing its sight appeared in Banagher’s eyes.

Despite losing the main camera, the sub cameras could help the machine carry out optical identification. The pilot would not lose his sight because of this. However, the psychological damage from being stabbed in the eyes would not mutter. (What!?) Frontal exclaimed, and Banagher could hear it from the wireless communicator.(NOW!) Daguza’s voice echoed through the place.

(HURRY UP AND USE THIS BEAM SABER…!)

Daguza yelled as his profile in the normal suit came rushing out from the back of the pillar. He threw a grenade, and the flash exploded from the waist region of the “Sinanju”. The machine’s sub cameras could not work at this point, and it was obviously on the brink of toppling over. Banagher immediately reached his hand for the weapons select panel, chose the beam saber and pressed the trigger on his left hand. The “Unicorn” then moved its left hand quickly and opened its palm to wield the beam saber hanging on the right arm rack. After that, a second grenade exploded, and Daguza’s body that floated amongst the debris appeared amongst the flash.

(Stop kidding around!)

Frontal’s growl could be heard through the wireless communicator, and the “Sinanju” that looked like it had lost its balance swept its beam saber sideways. The burning hot blade came swinging down from above, and the rubble and got in its way immediately vaporized. Banagher saw this light burn off Daguza’s normal suit as well and disappeared. Before he disappeared, Daguza’s tall and burly body shrank to the size of a baby, and then vanished into the vacuum without even any bones left. This visual sight was etched in Banagher’s eyes.

Daguza vanished. He did not die, he vanished. The man who was still there a moment ago vanished without a trace, without even a sense of emotion or a sentiment being raised—

“YOU BASTAAARRRRRRDDDDDDDDD—!!!”

Banagher’s mind went blank, and the hairs on his body were raised up. His scream echoed through the cockpit, and the armor on the machine slid aside like it was expanding as the glow from the psycoframe showed itself to the outside.

The silhouette “Unicorn” that was in the hollow started to expand, and the heat and light was emitted from amongst the gaps as the armor split open. The lone horn broke into two, and the dual-eye sensor opened below the V-shaped antenna. The “Unicorn Gundam” raised its beam rifle without hesitation, and the nozzle immediately shot a large mega-particle block.

A torrent of light spread filled the hollow, and the massive energy, shockwave and scattered residual of particles passed through the wasteland in space. The voice of the ‘ghost’ could not long be heard, and the debris of “Laplace” that was shrouded in an ominous color let out a dying scream.

===Part 14===

The light came flying out from the lighting glass that was designed in the shape of a chessboard, and the cosmic dust that accumulated inside was blown outside by an explosion. The outer wall was blown aside by the expansion of the impact inside the hollow, and the chessboard-shaped window was ripped from within as the debris of “Laplace” was devoured by the powerful quake completely.

“What in the…!?”

The machine that wanted to enter the hollow first hurriedly retreated, and they adjusted their heights as they left the scene. Angelo saw that Cuarón’s “Geara Zulu” was following behind, and tried to look for the “Sinanju” amongst the dust. He lost contact with Frontal ever since the “Sinanju” entered the hole from the opening on the other side. ''Did he use too much force and shoot down the “Unicorn”?'' As Angelo wondered, the “Sinanju” escaped from the crumbling debris, and there was another profile that appeared from the dust.

The machine that shattered the lighting glass and was covered with shattered glass raced right above “Laplace”. This twin-eyed mobile suit was still dragging a trail of light from the psycoframe, and there was no way he could mistake it.

“So you’re finally became the “Gundam…!”

He suppressed the impulse to immediately take aim with the beam launcher as he stepped on the foot pedal. Angelo moved the machine to the upper right side of the “Unicorn Gundam” and yelled, “Cuarón! As we planned!” Cuarón’s unit immediately fired the beam launcher, and then lit the main thrusters behind. Angelo deliberately chose not to follow the “Unicorn Gundam” that stopped abruptedly and dodged as he fired the beam launcher at the empty space as according to the simulation.

The sparks of the interfering wave appeared on the sublight beam trajectory, and Angelo could see the light of the psycoframe with his naked eye. Due to the effects of the interfering wave, there was a short delay after the “Unicorn Gundam” used its I-field to block the beam. The enemy was fast, but it could only move around headlong directly, and the effects of Earth’s gravity on the low orbit naturally hindered his methods of evasion even more. Angelo sensed that his attacks were showing effects as his senses started to feel excited, “It’s working…!” he said as he raised his lips.

“He’s just a rookie, and the actions are just as what the simulation indicated. Surround him now!”

''It’s futile to forcefully pursue an enemy with much better mobility. I just have to grasp the movement habits of the enemy and shoot the beams at the predicted target. From the battle data, that guy is used to dodging by the right side, and this tendency will show itself obediently if it’s caught in low orbit that felt like a realm. It’s easy to catch up and pincer that guy—'' Angelo coordinated with Cuarón’s machine as he fired a second beam launcher strike at the path of the “Unicorn Gundam”. While he waited for the charge before launching next wave of attack, he would let loose the Strum Faust and let the enemy unit meet the fireballs while it moved at a fast speed. Cuarón too followed Angelo’s action, causing numerous rings of light and beams to cross over on the “Unicorn Gundam” path.

Everything immediately cooled off, and the gas that became blueish-white remained in space, passing through the scars of explosions. The white machine continued to accelerate and brake as it let out the lights of the psycoframe, and the 2 “Geara Zulus” did not stop their hands firing as they gradually closed their perimeter. After an umpteenth beam hit the I-field interference, the “Unicorn Gundam” looked like it tumbled as it slowed down. (I’ll go behind him!) Cuarón shouted through the wireless communicator. The relative distance was less than 10km, and the “Gundam” that was in disarray raised is beam rifle to aim as it had no choice left.

“It’s okay to smash any part other than the cockpit. Go!”

Angelo shouted, and stopped the charge of his beam launcher as he squeezed the trigger. The 70% charged beam launcher let out a light, and the “Unicorn Gundam” that blocked the attack with its I-field staggered greatly. ''This is the end—'' Angelo caught sight of Cuarón‘s unit that encircled the “Gundam” quickly, saw him raise the beam hook high up, and saw an illusion of the beam that gathered in a form of the hook stab into the back rack of the “Gundam”. The ejaculation-like sensation immediately rose up his body. ''He has no time to look back, so just smash that white machine in the back viciously hard…!''

At that moment, the left arm of the “Unicorn Gundam” moved, and the beam could be seen from the elbow that reached behind.

There was no time to observe clearly. Right at the moment the “Geara Zulu” was about to swing down the beam hook, the “Geara Zulu” was stabbed through in the chest out of a suddenly. There was noise from the wireless, and was that the sound of the cockpit being crushed, or was it the sound of Cuarón’s body vaporizing? Angelo could not understand what was going on immediately as he looked at the two machines that were clinging to each other in shock.

“The beam saber…!?”

The beam saber grip activated on its own as it was stored on the rack on the side of the left arm. The “Unicorn Gundam” did not look back, and did not look at the enemy’s location as it stabbed the beam particles appearing at its elbow into Cuarón’s unit. At this point, it turned its back on the “Geara Zulu” that was paralyzed in its limbs, staring right at Angelo. Its glowing eyes were emulating the red glow of the psycoframe, seemingly mocking him, ''You’re next.'' Before Angelo could even react, the elbow that was stabbed deeply into Cuarón’s unit suddenly raised backwards forcefully, and the “Gundam” pulled the beam saber out of the stabbed “Geara Zulu” and raised it over the head.

The white machine spun around, and the “Geara Zulu” was thrown right at over. That machine that lost its functionality was immediately devoured in a scorching ring of light, and Angelo’s sight was covered in white. ''That guy wasn’t forced into a tight corner. We’re the ones baited to it slowly and surely.'' This understanding came together with the wave of impact, and Angelo could only let his machine react hastily. As the noise got worse due to the electrowave interference, Frontal’s voice was mixed in, (Run for it, Angelo!!)

(That person’s not normal now. Hurry up and leave the orbit while you still have propellants!!)

Frontal’s voice sounded like it was trembling, and it intensified the fear within Angelo by several times. Angelo accelerated to increase the height and escaped from Cuarón’s unit that became gas. The “Unicorn Gundam” put the shield on its back and pulled out beam sabers emitting beam blades from the racks on its arms as it pursued from behind. It sliced aside the gas body that remained there and darted up from the feet of Angelo’s unit. This appearance that would be aptly described as a demon closed in on Angelo’s unit, and the fear of ''being gnawed and devoured'' went through Angelo’s body.

“You monster…”

He kept trying to aim with the beam launcher, but the impact struck the cockpit this time. Angelo bent over greatly, and saw that the beam launcher that was sliced in 2 flew about his head. He then immediately saw the “Unicorn Gundam” go above him, crossing its hands. The beam sabers that were activated like tonfas were interlaced like a cross, and he saw two blades swing down to both left and right sides. The gradual impact and the noise that filled the all-view monitor, and at that moment, the head of the “Geara Zulu” that was sliced let out sparks, and the monitor that switched to the sub-camera showed the head flying afar.

The “Unicorn Gundam” glared over at the “Geara Zulu” that lost its head, and raised the beam saber that was about to deal a fatal blow. Angelo did not have the time to experience his own death as he stared at the scythe of the red-glowing god of death. At this moment, a vernier flare suddenly appeared in his ears, and a mega particle light went by the “Geara Zulu” right after the glow of the psycoframe backed off, drawing a bright beam of light in what was originally a vacuum. Two, three beams then overlapped it, and Angelo knew that the “Sinanju” was below, giving covering fire.

The “Unicorn Gundam” rolled sideways to dodge the beams that kept coming, and lowered its height in one shot as it charged right at the source of these shots. As its enemy drew the beam sabers and went right at it, the “Sinanju” lit the main thruster on its back as it raced forward. Both sides clashed within a second, and their sabers were locked in on each other. At the next moment, both sides went aside in the direction they were headed. They fired beams at each other, drew an ‘8’ sign and clashed again. Whenever they clashed, the orbital speed for both machines would be negated, and the numerous fragments that were peeled off from the debris of “Lapalce” floated by the feet of the two mobile suits that were gradually falling. Those shrapnel continued to be dragged into the atmosphere, leaving red trails on Earth at night as friction took ever

“CAPTAIN!”

If this kept up, both machines would be dragged down to the landscape by Earth’s gravity. Angelo made a rough check on the unit’s damage, and he lowered his unit’s height to cover the “Sinanju”. However, he understood that there was no room for him to enter in this battle. The debris of “Laplace” was collapsing from its base as a large amount of shrapnel covered the whereabouts of the two units, making it hard to find them. In this situation, it was impossible for this unit that lost its main camera and beam launcher to interfere.

“CAPTAIN, PLEASE LEAVE THIS PLACE! YOU CAN’T STAY HERE…!”

Frontal, the Red Comet, would be burnt to crisp here. Angelo wanted to reach his hand out to help, but he could not save anything, and he could not do anything—this thought was scarier than death as it crushed Angelo’s heart. The headless “Geara Zulu” was unable to move, and below its feet, the numerous falling stars continued to drag red tails as they were gradually swallowed to the bottom of the atmosphere.

===Part 15===

“We lost the laser signal of the “Sinanju”! We can’t tell its position amongst the debris of “Laplace”!”

Flaste’s voice echoed through the bridge, and on the main screen in front of him, the debris of “Laplace” could be seen corroding as it continued to fall, and the rubble continued to plunge into the atmosphere like firedust. At this point, the debris of “Laplace” was 170km, and the “Sinanju” was nearby. They would soon reach the atmosphere approximately 50km later—and nobody would accept the joke of the Red Comet becoming the Red Shooting Star. “Where’s the “Gundam”?” Zimmerman growled.

“The psyco monitor is still functional. We can determine the location of the “Gundam” here.”

“Right, if we can catch up to the “Gundam”, we’ll be able to find the whereabouts of the “Sinanju”. Turn around and change our orbital course. We need to take the two machines in before they get dragged down by gravity.”

There was no other choice. Zimmerman stared at the screen that was giving red hot glows from time to time as he asked Flaste to confirm, “Can we do it?” If they wanted to approach the debris of “Laplace”, they would have to first break free from the current orbital path they were on and navigate two courses down. The “Garencieres”-class ship was different from the much smaller mobile suits that were nimble, and it was not easy for it to change its course as and when it wanted. Flaste’s fingers skimmed down the touch panel of the console, “It might be a little rough steering the ship, but it’ll work somehow if we use our atmospheric assistance navigation.” and he answered without looking back. “I’ll leave it to you. Don’t let this ship fall first.” Zimmerman answered as he brought the wireless microphone to his hand.

“Gilboa, has the guest called you yet?”

(No…response. The “Klimt” has already broken away from the “Mock Trojan Horse” and is on course to the atmosphere. If…we…)

The communication conditions were really bad as the laser signals would be interfered by the trails of fire in battle. It would be a waste of time to even click his tongue as Zimmerman looked over at the time counter on the screen. It was 00.28 at this point, way past the moment they agreed to take back the guest, and the counter showed that they were 3 full minutes over the time for battle. Looking at the fact how the “Klimt” broke away from the “Nahel Argama”, it seemed that Gael did not reach his original priority as he probably let Martha’s subordinate slip away. It was impossible to tell without contact whether Gael managed to meet Marida.

''Shall we stay here to bet on a single trace of hope, or do we prioritize saving the mastermind of the “Sleeves”?'' Zimmerman held onto the microphone, stared at the enlarged image of the “Mock Trojan Horse”, “Can’t be helped. Abort the current operation.” and painfully eked out his words as he ordered.

“From now on, we’re going to change the course and support Frontal’s forces. Gilboa’s squad is to provide direct cover for the “Garencieres”.”

(But…!)

“We still have a chance. We definitely mustn’t lose the Captain and the key to opening the “Box”.”

''In that case, you’re going to lose someone important to you again—'' Zimmerman cut off his inner cry and the power of the microphone, and then turned to the window with the psyco monitor. The language of machine was displayed on the monitor, scrolling down at an alarming rate, and this was vastly different from when the speech of the First Prime Minister was heard. Most probably, the seal of the Laplace Program was unraveled after the NT-D was activated, giving new information.

Suddenly, Zimmerman had an uneasy feeling. The Newtype Destroyer System could remove the limiter of the machine and let the “Unicorn Gundam” gain a death god like power. Frontal once said that once this system was activated, even the pilot would end up possessed by the system and become a processor that would only view psycowaves as antagonistic intent. If that were the case, Banagher Links would—

===Part 16===

The beam saber suddenly flashed by, and the pillar of the steel frame was melted apart. The pillar that was sliced off by the beam saber passed through the lighting window and gradually landed to the bottom of the atmosphere, but Banagher did not care about this as he only cared about searching for where the “Sinanju” moved after dodging above. His thoughts were clearly agitating the “Unicorn Gundam” movements, and the machine moved faster than the flesh as it pursued the “Sinanju”.

The joints that were lubricated by magnetic coating quickly spun around, drawing two beam sabers from the ends of the arms—the tonfa-like swinging speed was too fast for the eyes to catch up, and the “Sinanju” continued to dodge the thrusts from the enemy with bare minimum dodged as it raised the beam sabers in its hands to slice horizontally. The 4 beam sabers clashed with each other, letting out sparks, and the explosive lights lit the debris of “Laplace” from inside as the two machines were knocked aside to both ends of the debris. Banagher used the hooks on the feet to get his footing on the only stable graound, and the beam rifle that was equipped on the left arm attachment fired.

The last magnum cartridge was ejected, and the beam that was fired passed through the hollow charged right at the “Sinanju”. The shockwaves caused the exterior of the debris to be crushed, and the red machine dodged this beam of light at the critical moment, only to be seen vaguely amidst the torrent of fragments. The large debris speed continued to drop by a notch, and the height meter let out an alarm as Banagher had already entered the danger zone, but he did not care. Banagher kept the beam tonfas, let the machine lean towards the shelter of the debris, and loaded the spare magazine into the rifle in the right hand. ''This is the one guy I must take down—''Banagher was prompted by the burning sensation in his stomach as he fired at the “Sinanju” that was hidden behind the debris as well.

The thick and large beam pierced through the debris of “Laplace”, uprooting the lighting windows. The red machine darted between the glass pieces flying all over the place, let out the thruster lights and left the relic. ''Why is it that I just can’t take down this guy?'' Banagher pursued the “Sinanju” out of the hollow. The height at this point was 158km, and the “Unicorn Gundam” was approaching the thin layer of atmosphere in space. The machine that was slightly hot squeezed the trigger to fire a second shot, and the sound of the magnum catridge behind ejected could be heard within the cockpit. In the wireless communicator, a familiar voice spoke, (Banagher, stop if you can hear me.)

(If this keeps up, both of us will be dragged down by Earth’s gravity. We’ll get burnt in the atmosphere.)

''I know that.'' The burning sensation deep within the stomach—the ‘heat’ that became a core that was out of control as it answered, and his eyes that were in unison with the machine were pursuing the red enemy. ''You’re not going to fight because it’s dangerous!? Are you kidding? You think this is a joke!? YOU’RE THE ONES WHO TOOK ACTION FIRST! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KILLED DAGUZA! IF YOU WANT TO STOP, JUST GO AHEAD AND DIE THEN! JUST DIE WITHOUT A TRACE TOGETHER WITH DAGUZA…!''

The thoughts that could only think about attacking yelled, and the “Unicorn Gundam” fired its 3rd shot. (You just won’t listen…!) Frontal retreated back and fired a beam back that pierced through the debris. The I-field on the shield blocked this attack, and Banagher leaped above the head of the “Sinanju”. The “Unicorn Gundam” got tumbled by the flood of rubble as its rifle reticle aimed at the red machine from extremely close in. at that moment, he suddenly sensed a heavy presence coming from another direction.

Banagher immediately let the machine flip and pointed the beam rifle at the direction where the pressure came from. The rubble that was shed became shooting stars that were falling onto the atmosphere, and he saw the silhouette of a triangular shaped VITOL ship rushing over. The one name that appeared in his white-hot mind was “Garencieres”, and though his fingertips were shivering as he held onto the control stick, he did not know why he was trembling. Making the situation more problematic were the two “Geara Zulus” beside the “Garenciere”, firing the beam rifle in their hands, firing restraining shots around the “Unicorn Gundam”. These actions became an unnerving pressure in Banagher’s mind.

The “Sinanju” used this opening Banagher left as he was distracted by the pressure and quickly raised his height. ''You dare to come here and get in my way…!'' He was driven by this intense and explosive ‘heat’ as he aimed the reticule at the “Garencieres”. At this distance, the beam magnum could take down that ship in one hit. The nerves attached to all parts of the machine determined this, and right when the “Unicorn Gundam” was about to squeeze the trigger, a “Geara Zulu” floated right in front of the “Garencieres”, opening its limbs out wide as it looked like it wanted to block the attack.

(DON’T SHOOT, BANAGHER!)

This familiar voice hit his head directly, ''Mr Gilboa?'', and caused him to react as the voice calling out the other person’s name stopped to echoed through the chest. In an instant, the mind that was agitated quickly cooled down. Banagher blinked his eyes that recovered, but it happened right after the “Unicorn Gundam” squeezed the trigger.

The mega-particle that was 4 times as strong as an ordinary beam rifle was released from the gun, and this vortex struck the “Geara Zulu” directly. The head that had the blade antenna was knocked off, and the limbs that were spread out were blown apart as that “Geara Zulu” was swallowed by the exploding fireball. The large ring of light appeared in front of the “Garenciere”, and the noise that sounded like a cry rang through the wireless communicator.

“Mr Gilboa…why…”

The hoarse voice came out from Banagher’s mouth, and the light in front of him seeped into his skeleton. That was the crew member of the “Garencieres” who was talkative, cheerful, and liked to take care of people, the father of Tikva and the other two children. He died; he vanished just like Commander Daguza—

I killed him. I killed him. I’m the one who killed him. Banagher’s thoughts started to unravel, and the burning sensation that was rampaging deep within his abdomen vanished as an icy cold emptiness spread through his body. The nerves that were linked to the machine were being severed line by line, and the senses that were exposed to the outer world were gradually being enclosed in darkness. At the next moment, the other “Geara Zulu” fired its beam rifle at the “Unicorn Gundam”, and though there were sparks that pinged off the I-field on the shield, his numb body of flesh made it looked like a flame on the opposite shore. The machine that was deflected by the interference tilted greatly, and the “Unicorn Gundam” crashed backwards into the debris of “Laplace” that was breaking up with cracking sounds, before being completely swallowed by the torrent of rubble in an instant. Banagher’s completely saturated mind and soul were sunk into the linear seat, and he did not move a finger as he stared at the debris of “Laplace” that was moving away from him.

The value on the height meter continued to fall, and the alarm kept ringing inside the cockpit. The silhouette of the “Garencieres” quickly disappeared, and the all-view monitor was filled with shooting stars with red tails. ''I’m falling,'' Banagher muttered in a corner of his stiff consciousness. The white machine was stained in blood as it continued to be dragged down to the bottom of the gravity well. It was like a broken puppet as its let the flames of purgatory burn its filthy armor as it. Inside this machine was a soul that was swallowed, a body of flesh that committed a sin again, ready to die—

“…Help me.”

''Mr Daguza, Mr Gilboa, dad; someone save me.'' Banagher could only let out a mosquito-like plea as he weakly reached his hand into the space. In front of his trembling fingers, the all-view monitor was dyed a burning hot color, and the machine malfunction windows were overlapping over it continuously.

===Part 17===

“Change our course! Open the ballute, prepare the traction wire. Hurry up and estimate the course. We have to take back the “Unicorn” immediately.”

Otto immediately instructed and turned his sights to the enlarged visual displayed ion the main screen. The air heating up due to the compression caused the white frame of the “Unicorn Gundam” to be dyed completely red. At this point, the height was 112km, and it was no longer a height where it could move up on its own power. If they do not do something to save it, that machine would end up burnt to nothing.

The ballute that was installed at the tail of the ship was opened, and the battleship was at its limit as it tried to descend while trying not to be caught in the gravity. One of the “ReZELs” that were protecting the ship was lost in battle, and the other was moderately damaged, and could not enter the Atmosphere. In this case, the “Nahel Argama” had to take action directly and pull up the “Unicorn Gundam” directly. Otto grabbed onto the handrail of captain seat and waited for a voice to repeat his order. However, Liam replied back with a growl-like voice, “We can’t do that!”

“It’s falling too fast. We really can’t catch up like this.”

They needed to move the ship from the equatorial orbit to the axes orbit, carry out complicated navigation calculations, find the time needed to establish a rendezvous route with the “Unicorn Gundam”, and check the remaining time the “Unicorn Gundam” has left before it burns up in the atmosphere—''Calm down, Liam’s stare was telling him this. He looked away from her and suppressed the urge to lash out about what they should do. “There’s still the “Klimt”!” Mihiro’s voice caused Otto to turn around in shock.

“The “Klimt” is moving into the atmosphere from the axes orbit to avoid the battle just now. It’s current course can rendezvous with it.”

Mihiro probably did her own estimates on the “Klimt” course on her own as she quickly reported her conclusions. She sent the results she obtained to the main screen as she turned her wide round eyes to look at Otto. Despite it being a battlefield, the Vist Foundation ship had already disengaged in a half-peremptory manner and started to fall. If they were moving along the axes orbit, they would be able to meet the “Unicorn Gundam” if they made some adjustmentst to the course. “Tell them to do it!” Otto did not care about anything else as he yelled.

“Yes.” Mihiro answered and turned back to the console, trying to establish contact with the “Klimt”. Soon, all normal communications would be obstructed by the plasma air, and the “Unicorn Gundam” would not be able to contact the outside were. Otto had no interest in whatever happened to the “Laplace Box”, and he did not care about ensuring the “Unicorn Gundam” was in one piece, but the only thing he insisted on was that he could not allow the pilot inside to die. If he died here, the sacrifices of those who risked their lives to save him in the raid on “Palau” and those who died in battle would become completely meaningless. ''Please make it,'' his heart muttered as he stared at the “Unicorn Gundam” that got redder on the screen. “That won’t do. Stop it…!” a sharp voice suddenly rang through the bridge, shaking the atmosphere even further.

“You can’t allow the Foundation’s ship to reach the “Unicorn”…”

A tall and large man looked like he eked out this voice as he winced painfully, bending his body down. Otto looked at this man’s appearance through the helmet of the normal suit, and did not recognize this man’s face. ''Is there someone who looks like this amongst the NCOs?'' He brought his body out from the captain’s seat and looked carefully at the face of this man that should be 45, 46 years old. “Who are you?” Liam ignored this as she let out an interrogative shout. The man did not answer as he turned his oily and sweaty face to Otto. He then stepped off the floor as if he was going to fall forward.

The man pushed aside Liam who intended to stop him as he approached the captain’s seat. Otto noticed that the man grabbing onto the handrail had his hand dirtied by blood.

“We must use this ship to take back the “Unicorn”. Alberto won’t save him…Alberto won’t save Banagher Links…”

The man panted as he finished, and used his other hand to hold onto this flank. Blood bubbles were rising from the position the man was holding onto, and Liam, who was intending to suppress the man from behind, grasped. He was wearing a normal suit with the ship’s name on it, but this man was not part of the crew. This unknown man however spoke of the name “Unicorn” and Banagher…

“What’s going on. Who exactly are you…?”

===Part 18===

The space shuttled entered Banagher’s sights in a horizontal manner, and let out a traction wire from the tail of the ship. This several hundred meters long wire straightened amidst the scorching vacuum, and it looked like a spider web entering hell. It was unknown if it was the Intention Automatic System responding to his senses, and the “Unicorn Gundam” that moved its hands on its own reached for the wire as the red hot machine was dragged behind the shuttle.

(“Unicorn”, do you copy? Our ship will enter the atmosphere directly. Grab the wire and climb onto the ship. Can you do it?)

The voice of the shuttle’s captain entered Banagher’s ears as the interaction circuit was opened. Banagher however did not have the strength to answer back as he blankly stared at the one lifeline in front of him. The wire was starting to reel in, and the space shuttle that was covered in the shock cone loomed in on Banagher as it got bigger. The “Unicorn Gundam” tried to leave the burning hot place as it moved on its own, and grabbed onto the wire to move towards this shuttle that reached out to him.

''Let your heart decide—''Daguza’s words suddenly appeared in Banagher’s frozen heart, and he turned his slightly loose face up suddenly. ''My heart is controlling this guy. I want to live, I want to be saved,'' his heart was shouting shamelessly like that, and he even pulled the lifeline to me. He felt despair. This despair was giving him guilt of regret that was driving him to death, but in the end, the instincts of survival still took priority. His heart that was greedily looking for survival was desperately grabbing onto the wire.

''How shallow of me,'' he felt really perplexed. He was the one who killed Gilboa, he was the one who robbed Tikva and the kids of their father. There was no need for him to kill anyone in the first place. ''Mr Gilboa merely opened his body wide to protect the “Garencieres”, but I fired at him. I fired at that defenseless unit in the midst of my anger. Did the machine do this? Or did my heart do it when it got swallowed by it? Or did the machine do it on command from the heart…?''

''Ahh, I don’t understand anymore. I don’t want to think of anything at all. I just want to rest even if it’s for a moment. I can rest if I can let the machine climb onto that shuttle. Once I enter the shockcone, I hide from the burning hot airflow. If I can reach there—

(…nagher. Banagher Links, do you hear me?)

A familiar voice rang out from beneath the noise, and there was a commotion within the wireless communicator inside the helmet. This was not the voice belonging to the shuttle captain. It was not a voice from the communicator. This voice was a call from a distant place. Banagher lifted his head slightly and looked left and right.

(Alberto Vist is on the “Klimt”. Listen, you absolutely must not trust him. If you can enter the atmosphere successfully, leave the shuttle as far as you can immediately. You definitely must not listen to his instructions.)

The voice continued on with a painful tone. The system indicated that the voice from the “Nahel Argama”, but Banagher remembered that he heard this voice somewhere before. It was the mobile suit pilot who intended to risk his life to attack the ship—this voice came from the man who only cared about finishing his own words. The tone he was speaking in sounded like a father who knew him. However, as Banagher continued to think vaguely, a certain line in those words created a stronger impression. It started to twirl within Banagher’s mind, and he cautiously, fearfully reflected on the words that entered his chest.

''Alberto Vist…Vist?''

(Alberto Vist took action based on the Foundation’s instructions. Your father, Cardeas Vist was killed by Alberto. He was fearful that the “Laplace Box” will fall into other people’s hands. To prevent that from happen, they’ll definitely…”)

Bfft. The voice was suddenly cut off, and the wireless communicator was cut off. This interruption was rather abrupt even though they entered a block area where the communication to the outside could not work. Banagher, who felt some light brightening his heart somewhat, reached for the communication panel screen (I had no choice) another voice caused him to stop.

(The Foundation can’t live on without the Box. But that man intended to bring the “Box” outside.)

This voice that sounded like it came from the miry swamp caused Banagher to feel goosebumps under the pilot suit. He checked that the voice came from the communication circuit of the shuttle, pricked his ears a little and heard Alberto’s voice that sounded rather agitated.

(That man wants to hand the “Box” over to Neo Zeon, to scatter the seeds of new discord and maintain the prosperity of Anaheim and the Foundation…I don’t really know the logic behind it. This is really the kind of thinking that man would have. But even if we don’t do so, the Foundation can continue to run. Over a long time, we learnt means to control from even through war. We know that whether it’s the Federation army or the Neo Zeon army, they’re just a cog in the economy.)

It was that man. The way Alberto called Cardeas showed a seemingly endless gloomy tone other people could not know of. Banagher heard Cardeas’ voice in the same cockpit—he recalled the moment when he heard Cardeas talking about war merchants through the wireless communicator and arguing with a certain peson. He felt the breath he swallowed feel as heavy as a lead block.

That certain person, that person who killed Cardeas and intended to prevent the “Box” from being leaked was Alberto, the one who gave him an antagonistic intent right from the beginning…Alberto Vist.

(The Foundation has the “Box”. As long as this fact doesn’t change, it doesn’t matter even if the “Box” doesn’t exist. The key to opening the “Box” has no reason to exist. As long as we can destroy the “Unicorn”, everything will be back to normal. Don’t you understand? To a lot of people, you’re the seed of disaster.)

This greasy and sticky voice tortured Banagher’s eardrums, and an unknown hatred was entering his chest. ''Right, I should have known about this,'' Banagher suddenly grasped on this understanding that rose up in him. Right from the first time they met, he had a first impression that they met before. Of course, that was to be expected. Banagher saw photos of Alberto’s youth before they met.

Deep inside the Vist Foundation, there was a photo that was set up on the grand piano. There was a slightly plump photo standing between a Cardeas who was still relatively young and a woman who looked like Alberto’s mother. The unhappy expression that boy showed looked like it was meant to be displayed to everyone who picked up the photo—

(If you want to hate, hate father. ''Hate our father.'')

The voice pierced through Banagher’s chest, and then, there was a physical impact that rocked the cockpit. The connected ignition bolt was activated, and the traction wire was severed from the shuttle right from the end.

The shuttle that was originally acting as cover for the “Unicorn Gundam” moved away, and the thin plasma air quickly surrounded the machine. The air rushed upon the machine as if it wanted to break it down, and the “Unicorn Gundam” that was glowing red hot was thrown into the center of the atmosphere, dancing in the storm of hot air like a kite with its string snapped.

Banagher’s vision started to spin in a confusing manner, and the plasma air flow continued to blow by the cockpit. The temperature in the machine gradually rose, and the warning alarms continued to sway amidst the burning hot air. ''Nobody will save me. There’s no worth in saving me. Everything I know about is wrong.'' Banagher yelled with a voice that did not make a sound. ''I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be sitting in this, even my birth onto this Earth is wrong—'' Banagher’ yell was vaporized by the additional heat, and the color of flames gradually covered everything. The “Unicorn Gundam” was surrounded by the burning flames of purgatory, and fell into the depths of a real hell.

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===Part 19===

The ship that was 120m in length blew through the compressed air that was radiating a plasma glow. The atmosphere and intense tremors rocked the “Garencieres” as the bilge covered with insulated material was throbbing, dyeing the main screen on the bridge a bright red. The current height was 90km, and the ship would move through the exosphere and down into the mesosphere where they could not call outside. (I’ll let it to you, captain). As the entire bridge was rattling, Frontal’s voice entered Zimmerman’s ears somewhat.

(Get back the “{Unicorn” no matter what. We’ll leave the frontlines on our own…}

The noise interference that got worse overpowered the words after that. “Seriously, saying such selfish things…” Flaste’s grumbling voice followed afterwards. The “Garencieres” was originally a ship built to return to Earth, but Gilboa had been the one who controlled the ship whenever they reentered the atmosphere. Flaste could control most of the avionic equipment, but there was a lot of burden to Flaste who had to execute atmospheric entry for the first time. Also, the “Garencieres” had to pick up a fallen object at this time.

Everyone on the bridged lamented that GIlboa was not around, but they understood that this was not a situation where they had the time to mourn for the dead. Zimmerman stared at the “Unicorn Gundam” on the screen that was dyed red hot, and saw that there was a lifeless puppet covered by a shockcone, limp as it fell through the atmosphere, a silhouette that was basically impossible to distinguish.

The “Klimt” that was moving through the axes orbit suddenly broke away from its original entry path and gradually glided into the mesosphere. That Foundation ship once managed to reach the “Unicorn Gundam” successfully, but it suddenly did the shocking thing of breaking the traction wire. No matter whether that was an accident or intentional, it would not change the fact that the “Unicorn Gundam” would be burnt up in a few minutes. The debris of “Laplace” was completely burnt out as it became numerous bits of rubble that rained down through the atmosphere. Zimmerman glanced aside at that scene as he prompted with a panicked voice, “Can’t we speed up any further?” Flaste’s hand did not move away from the steering plate, “I’m trying!” as he yelled.

“The functions aren’t working well because we forcefully changed paths. If we hurry up, even we will be dragged down by gravity.”

“It doesn’t matter! Don’t think of what happens afterwards. The most important thing now is to bring the “Unicorn Gundam” back on board.”

''We definitely mustn’t mess everything up and put Gilboa’s death to waste.'' “I’m telling you, we won’t be able to save ourselves here!” Flaste continued to turn the steering plate as he grumbled meaninglessly and raised the angle of the ship as it entered the atmosphere. The outside of the ship hull started to heat up, and the “Garencieres” continued to accelerate bit by bit. It was still too slow. The current height of the “Unicorn Gundam” was 75km at this point, and there was a likelihood that the machine that was being charred black would break up before the “Garencieres” could cover the relative distance of 10km. Zimmerman picked up the microphone, and though he knew that this would not reach the ears of the other person, he spoke, ““Gundam”! Banagher Links! Do you hear me!?”

“This is the “Garencieres”. We’re now going to take you back in. Adjust yourself as much as you can and match our relative velocity, or else you’re going to burn out completely before we meet up if this keeps up.”

As both sides could not contact each other here, there was no reason for this signal to reach outside. “It’s not working…?” Zimmerman muttered, and looked away from the wireless communicator that was giving only static. He lost Gilboa, failed in the operation to save Marida, and ended up seeing the key to the “Box” get crushed. No matter how much he cursed his inaptness, he could not be satisfied. As he looked away from the screen, “That…!” Flaste’s shouted entered Zimmerman’s voice.

Flaste stared at the screen in shock, and at where he was looking, the “Unicorn Gundam” moved its legs, trying to adjust the machine’s posture. It turned itself to where it was falling and stretched its limbs out wide against the air flow. The shield that was put in front of the machine was raised to block the waves of heat. The round-shaped shock cone expanded like it was exploding, and the machine that looked like it revived started to slow itself down.

The air that turned to plasma scattered in front of the shield, and the red hot color of the machine was gradually turning back to its original white color. “Is that an I-field?” Zimmerman ignored Flaste’s question and stared at the machine profile that was gradually approaching the “Garencieres”. ''This isn’t a coincidence, that guy used the shield as a rudder to block the airflow and intended to rendezvous with the “Garencieres”. “It’s glowing…” The crew member on the navigation seat muttered. “It’s not the light created from friction, what exactly is it?” Flaste too asked, and Zimmerman heard their words as he looked at the “Unicorn Gundam” on the enlarged visual that was optically corrected. The light that looked like it was glowing from inside the machine to him did not look like it was created from heating.

''Is that the so-called psycoframe glowing on its own?'' A chilly feeling suddenly entered ZImmerman’s chest as he again picked up the wireless microphone. ? “Oi, Banagher! If you hear me, answer back!!” he shouted, and tilted his ears over to the wireless communicator, only hearing noise. There was still no response. The “Unicorn Gundam” was clearly moving closer to the “Garencieres”. The psycoframe on the machine was glowing amidst the storm of plasma, and inexplicably, that light remained in everyone’s eyes, not moving away for a long time.

The “Unicorn Gundam” looked it detected the intention as it matched the relative speed of the “Garencieres” before gliding behind neatly behind the ship. It hid inside the shock cone of the “Garencieres” and brought itself nearer to the bow; once positioned itself above the bridge, the relative velocity between them was completely negated. The head of the “Unicorn Gundam” that resembled a human face peeked through the bridge window, and the camera outside the ship was capturing a visual of its glowing eyes.

It was an icy cold stare, and those eyes were staring at Zimmerman and company coldly as if it was grading the people inside the ship—

“Is that thing…moving by itself?”

The eyes narrow, and it looked like they were smiling, not because the heat outside the ship caused the air to vibrate. Zimmerman inadvertently gulped, and an impact rocked through the ship and reached the bridge, causing him to be bumped up from the captain’s seat.

The hands of the “Unicorn Gundam” touched the upper deck, and the ship felt this weight as it tilted greatly to once side. The alarm rang, and the bow of the “Garencieres” that was lowered increased its rate of descent. Zimmerman did not have time to shout out as his back hit the ceiling, and he tumbled onto the floor. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that the “Gundam” above him was narrowing its eyes in a smile with its back against the plasma glow. The machine with the appearance of a white devil was definitely smiling, and its body was swaying amidst the vortex that swelled like a mirage.

===Part 20===

''Tink.'' Mineva sensed a certain clear sound ringing in the air, and lifted her head.

It was a shooting star, drawing a short trajectory as it passed through the starry sky. The starry sky in front of her eyes looked like it could be reached, and that shooting stare looked like it fell from there. Its glow caused Mineva to feel an inexplicable sense in her chest. She put her hand on her heart that started pounding out of a sudden, and stared at the bright stars. The panic that was full of premonition lost its shape, and all that resided in her chest was a sense of helplessness.

The wind was blowing, and the branches of the trees in the courtyard swayed with the wind. The sound of the helicopter could be heard from afar along with the wind, but it still did not match the sounds of the insects chirping at night. The presence of the security guards surrounding the place had merged into the darkness, and the Marcenas residence showing its peaceful face to the starry sky. Would the dinner party continue? This cottage felt like it was surrounded by a peacefulness of another world as compared to the dining hall. She looked up at the flora that was rustling due to the night wind, felt a little cold and reached her hand to cover her bare shoulder.

Her hand touched the skin, and she recalled another person’s warmth she felt approximately an hour ago, which caused her chest to ache. It was the warmth Riddhe Marcenas spread to her when he suddenly embraced her without warning. After that, Riddhe did not look at her again as he ran away from this cottage. ''Why was he crying? What is he doing now?'' Such unclear thoughts of doubts entered her mind, ''What exactly am I doing?'' she asked herself honestly, but could not get a clear answer, and she bit her lips.

Mineva was surprised. She never had such doubts when she snuck onto the “Garencieres” or intruded upon “Industrial 7”. She knew very well what she was doing when she left the “Nahel Argama” with Riddhe and decided to come to Earth. And at this point, she suddenly lost her sense of direction. ''What was I doing? What efforts are needed to achieve the aims?'' Her usual clear thoughts were shrouded in fog, and she could not immediately think of what the next step was. Things got too complicated, and Mineva muttered to herself in her troubled heart. Perhaps it was because she interacted with too many people in such a short time that her values as a human started to complicate, and that she could not deal with things as easily as before. Her decision making ability, decisiveness and will became dull in face of such complication—and this was basically a fragile mental state. Her position did not allow herself to do this.

She put her hand on the handrail of the cottage, and turned her eyes again to the starry sky. She probably did not feel so troubled when that starlight approached her. At that time, her driving force was the heat rising in her, and she could take action before she felt fear or troubled. That burning sensation boiling from within did radiate from the hand of the boy she met on “Industrial 7”, a burning sensation resonating within them. However, she could not feel this heat now. The feeling left behind from embrace she felt numbed her body, and it blurred the memory of the touch of that hand. ''Is that what you have to do, or what you want to do? ''— she answered this question with a firm voice, and came down to Earth.

''Banagher, what should I do…?'' Mineva was standing alone in the cottage, and as she had these words that were stuck within her heart, she felt like this was not something she would say. She felt the slightly chilly night wind rob her of her body warmth, and looked over at the cluster of stars on the distance of the atmosphere. Another shooting star glided through the night sky with a cold hard trail of light, leaving an instant of light in Mineva’s eyes.

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Ore no Imōto ga Konna ni Kawaii Wake ga Nai:Volume 4 Chapter 4

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After the party, the relationship between my sister and me seems to have changed.

She sincerely apologized to me. Not only that, she gave me a present.

If this were a game, then after this event, my normally aggressive little sister would become shy and start to show me her feelings, especially if it were an imouto game.

In fact, in the eroge Atelier Kakuya, we should have started the hentai part. Now would be the best time to prepare to watch some CG…

I cannot believe I am thinking that...

The only difference is this is real life, and things are not that simple, like in eroge. Humans are not that simple. Moreover, unlike in eroge, just because I finished some event do not mean that my affection points will go up or my relationship will suddenly change….

After the party, of course, Kirino knocked the hand on her head off. On the way home, she does not say a single word. She still calls me “you” instead of “Onni-chan”…But to be honest, if she called me “Onni-chan”, I might have a heart attack.

Well…

At the party, after I accepted my sister’s gratitude, I thought we could have a better understanding of each other. In fact, our relationship has not changed much.

Of course, there are some changes, but the basics remain the same.

That is because although she honestly thanked me, I still hate Kirino. The reason is still the same, so I will not repeat it again.

No matter what I do, her affection points toward me will not go up. Because of that, I used to hate her for ignoring me. However, I am also the same, so I cannot blame her.

Her affection points are negative infinity now, so it does not matter if it increased one or two.

That is all that happened

Normally, we have a huge negative impression about each other, so this little change does not matter.

This is a matter of fact, is it not? Because of her, I have endured so many hardships, and considering how she treated me… Well, I think everyone gets the picture, right. …What? You said it is not just that.

Well….ah...maybe….Damn, of course, I knew that already.

Well…of course… my sister is a little cute….

Occasionally, when I help her with something…well…she indeed seems pleased…

…Hey! That is all! Is there any problems?

Hmp, for our current relationship to change, something big has to happen.

At least it should be like what happened 9 months ago….

A very big accident….

However, it is not as if such a thing will happen soon….

At the time, that is what I thought…

It is March now, and my second year in high school is ending in the next month.

It’s Sunday morning.

“Whew…ah….”

When I yawned while walking downstairs, I accidentally knocked Kirino’s shoulder.

“Ah….”

Although I tried to sidestep, I cannot avoid a slight touch at her shoulder. Normally, after that would be a series of sinister shouting. I clenched my teeth, prepared for the inevitable, but….

“Ah, good morning…”

I am very shocked when she calmly says hello to me.

“Oh, good morning…”

My eyes widen in shock, Kirino gave me a slight nod, and then she entered the living room.

---Hey, what just happened? She said ‘good morning’ to me….

Not only that, she nodded to me. Is some kind of calamity going to happen?

Maybe North Korea is going to launch another nuclear missile again.

My sister’s sudden change made me feel uncomfortable.

Because until yesterday, she still acted like normal! At the very least, she should leave right after saying hello …

Therefore, my doubt regarding my sister’s action grows stronger.

When we were going to have breakfast -----

“Come on! Mom, Dad.”

Kirino gave everyone his or her share. Mom and Dad took them, smiled and said:

“Thank you, Kirino”

“………”

Faced with that suddenly changed in behavior, I cannot help but wonder what is going on.

If this was Tamura’s house, then it is understandable. However, this is the first time this happened in my family.

My Dad, who usually has a stony face is now smiling, that made me feel uncomfortable.

While I am still shaking, suddenly a bowl of rice appears in front of me.

“What is wrong? This is your share.”

“What…? Ah…..”

With a shaking hand, I took the bowl.

…You did not put poison in that …did you.

First Kirino gave everyone his or her share; now, from the kitchen; I can smell a seductive fragrance.

“Thank you for yesterday, Mom, Dad.”

“Ah, this is nothing. We are happy too, right Dad?”

“Ah…right… It is worth my day off”

I do not understand what they are talking about, so I tried to ask.

My Mom gave me the answer:

“Ah, yesterday we visited Kirino’s job.”

“….What….Mom and Dad….Visited Kirino’s job?”

Wait, how could that be?

Because Dad is not, (at least it is he shows) interested in Kirino’s work as a model….so even if Mom asked, normally he will not agree.

However, my father – with his usual smile that made people uncomfortable – replied:

“Ah...Um...this is not bad Kyousuke…She looks very cute.”

“What are you saying, Dad! You sound like an old pervert!”

Being scolded by his own daughter, my father hastily replied:

“No…no, I don’t mean that….Well…in short, even I don’t fully understand, now I feel at ease, knowing that Kirino is trying her best at work”.

Even he tried to regain his dignity, my Mom smiled mischievously and said:

“Ha, did you know Kirino; your father is mistaken as a pervert when he tried to take your picture”.

“Oh? Really?”

“What are you saying…? Ah, if you helped me explain back then, things would be much easier…”

“Oh? It is really embarrassing….’ No, no….this is my daughter…Hey…Honey… Where are you! Come here!’ “

“Don’t mimic me!”

--- What is going on? ---

Strange…everything is so strange….What happened in this house?

Am I still dreaming?

Is that why everyone is so….strange?

“What is wrong, Kyousuke?”

“Something wrong Kyousuke?”

Mom and Dad asked me at the same time. I swallowed, asked:

“Are you…really my Dad?”

My father raised his hand….

Paw! Star appeared in my head!

“It hurt….”

“What did you just said?”

With upset eyes, my father told me that.

Well, this is my normal father after all.

“No...I’m not dreaming…This is really my father…”

“Ah, are you okay Kyousuke? Do you need to go to hospital?”

“Oh…Mom, you mean something entirely different, aren’t you?”

Hearing our normal useless conversation….

“Phpp! Idiot!”

Kirino looks like she is having fun. However, unlike normal, her eyes don’t show any sign of contempt.

The only different today is my sister and how my family treats her.

After meals, I came back to my room.

Knock!

I opened the door, only to see Kirino standing here. Her hands are holding her skirt, and she looks hesitant.

“…What’s up?”

“I have something to tell you… can you come to my room?”

Even the way she talks to me is different, much more gentle than usual.

To go into my sister’s room….how many times I have done that until now.

The first time …. The first life counseling …. This is June last year…

9 months have passed…

--- Is that her last life counseling?

Looking at Kirino’s back, I got a strange, mixed feeling.

There really was so much change…. Even we still live under the same root, but….

9 months ago, at the same place…. I stood …but with different feeling, different reason…

I am now standing in front of Kirino’s room.

“Enter.”

“Okay.”

The same dialog, repeatedly. My sister’s room always had a nice smell, made me feel comfortable. In addition, maybe the pink furniture made the room much more enjoyable.

“Your room looks more beautiful than before.”

“Really?”

Kirino replied coldly, then point to a small cushion, said:

“Sit down.”

“Okay.”

I sat down at that cushion. Before, my sister would get mad if I did that, but maybe she is used to that now.

“So…what did you want to talk about? Is that your last “life counseling”?”

Kirino kept silent for a while, and then answered me.

“Yes, that’s one way to put that….”

“….?”

Okay, it is the same as “yes”

“Fine. Ask anyway.”

“Hmp….”

Maybe my uninterested voice made her angry, Kirino looked like she was about to say something, but changed her mind:

“This is nothing…this…”

Again, she stopped. What is wrong? Is that so hard to say?

Well, although she seems strange, at least it was acceptable. If this is something, I could do for her ….

“I want you to buy me an eroge!”

“Don’t make such ridiculous demand!”

I though your last life counseling would be something big or special….but this? You are still the same Kirino!

Of course, this is much easier than she asked me for advices, but I refuse anyway.

“Is that really your ‘last life counseling’? “

“Yeah, you can say that….”

What did that mean?

“What is with you? You look so wimpy”

“Nothing… I just thought that compare to other life counseling, this one is too easy….”

“Isn’t it a good thing?”

“I said ‘too easy’”

While we were arguing, my awkward feeling slowly disappears.

“By the way, do you realize that I’m only 17?”

“So what?”

“So…..that mean I can’t buy eroge. All of them are 18+ only.”

At that time, I suddenly remember something…

“By the way…..Kirino….how did you normally buy eroge?”

There is no way you can buy it at a game shop. Even if you bought it by the Internet, there are many limitations.

Kirino quickly replied:

“That’s a secret. Of course, I got a lot of ways to get one, but you don’t need to know.”

“Well…it’s true that I’m not interested ….but why can’t you bought this game the same way as before?”

“There is a little circumstance…Here, take a look.”

Kirino pointed toward her laptop, which is showing the main site of a game company.

There is an announcement said that this game will be released at 12:00pm, 6 days later in Akihabara.

“I’d never steal something like Onni-chan’s pantsu!”

“3D custom imouto”

Both are the main products of this company.

Of course, there are other games from other companies, too. Like from M-Soft: ‘The machocist devil’, ‘Lesbian’s story’…

‘All of this will be released in 12:00pm! If you want to play it quick, be sure to go there! ‘

“…That’s why I want you to go help me bought ‘Onni-chan’s pantsu’ and ‘Custom Imouto’”

What with those abbreviations?

I can guess that ‘3D custom imouto’ is about how you create an imouto, and then use her to play in game. However ‘I’d never steal something like Onni-chan’s pantsu ‘? I cannot imagine what kind of game is that.

Maybe you control the sister, and try to steal your brother’s pantsu without get caught?

“Hey? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…nothing at all….”

I do not even want to imagine about it anymore….

“So?”

“Err…wait…. You said it will be released at 12:00 pm?”

“Yes. At exactly 12:00pm, they will start selling it.”

“---And you want me to wait in line? I won’t be able to buy it without orders beforehand, will I?”

“No, that’s fine. You can just make up an excuse”

“Then why do you need me to buy it? Can’t you wait for the next day and buy it yourself?”

“Because I want to play that game as soon as possible.”

The answer comes back almost instantly. Kirino continued:

“My plan is to sleep in the afternoon until you get it, and then play until morning, finishing at least one route.”

“You really are an otaku…..do you want to play that badly?”

“Of course I would! Naturally!”

Is that what they call ‘iron will’?

“But even if I agree to buy eroge for you… there are some problems…”

“Problems? Like what?”

“First is how to come back home.”

In my home, curfew started at 6:30pm, dinner at 7:00pm. If you do not show up at that time, then there will not be any food for you this night. However, as a high school student, I can come home later than that time without any trouble as long as I call home beforehand. Therefore, that mean getting out of the home is easy. The problem is….

“It will be released at 12:00pm at Akihabara right? That mean when I get back, Dad will be very angry. And if he found out that I bought an eroge….”

I do not even want to imagine what will happen….

“I will take care of that. Before you come home, give me a call. Then I will check if Dad is sleeping. If he is not, I will find some way to get his attention.”

So that means we have to exchange phone number, huh?

…I have never imagined that someday, I will exchange phone number with my sister.

A year ago, I had never thought about it.

“So, I will sneak in when you got Dad’s attention? Can it be that easy?”

“That’d be fine….so, any other problems?”

I waved at her, sigh:

“You should know that I have never bought an eroge before. Can I just walk in and bought it? I’m only 17!”

“I’m not sure about it…but….you should come there earlier”

Why must I risk myself like that?

That is why I cannot understand otakus.

“Please? This is the last time….”

Haizzzz…..at least compare to other life counseling, this one is indeed easier.

“Fine! I just need to go buy it, right?”

“Really? All right!”

"Real men don't go back on what they say."

Haizzzz….I am so weak minded….

However, the sight of my sister clapping her hand, saying ‘please’ ….I think there is no brother in the world can refuse her…

Kirino’s eyes flashes, then she said confidently:

“I got an important mission for you!”

Like a commanding officer, with one hand at her hip, she points toward me:

“Bring the package back from the enemy’s territories!”

“The package means eroge, right?”

I do not even want to know where she had that line.

Therefore, I nodded.

“All right all right. I got it”

However, I am still unable to shake the strange feeling…a last life counseling ….seems too easy.

Of course, easier is better, but….

Is that really the last life counseling?

Therefore, in the end, I told my parents that I would stay at my friend Akagi’s home in order to sneak to Akihabara

By the way, that Akagi Kouhei is a member of the football team, who is also a friend of mine.

When he is not busy with training, we often go to some game together. He is quite friendly with everyone.

“Sorry Akagi, can you testify that I stay at your house tonight?”

He agreed easily, said “No problem, enjoy your time with Tamura “– which mean he somehow got the wrong impression.

Although sometimes he is noisy and troublesome, but he is a good man.

This is my first time in Akihabara at mid night, so I was totally surprise.

“So…so cold….”

When I turned at the corner, the cold wind blew at my face. I put my hands in coat pocket, try to get some warm. All stores were already closed, made me feel even colder.

This is too cold. In the dark sky, I can imagine the fog is slowly eating the heat.

In addition, I did not bring an umbrella.

“Well, as long as it don’t rain too hard, it would be fine.”

Follow the road; I came to where they sold the game.

In fact, this place is pretty close to the station.

When I came at the right place, there were already many people here.

At least about 50.

To my surprise, there was a lot of girl in there.

What game are they going to buy?

Were they the same as Kirino? This is so unbelievable.

Still thinking, I took a place in line and wait.

The entire nearby store was closed, and in front of me was a small sign said that the game would be sold start from 12:00.

“….”

By the way, some people in front of me got some weird clothes.

One of them was wearing a cloth with a big picture of a girl from eroge.

Were you staying on the train with that cloth? If that is true, then he really is a true man.

Of course, there is no way I could do the same things.

Maybe he could do that here, because everyone nearby is just like him?

However, I wondered if this is necessary. After all, tomorrow you can go to any game store and grab a disk. In addition, if you are too busy, then you can just order one online.

In other words, everyone here is the same as Kirino.

That is why despite the cold weather, they all came to Akihabara.

They cannot wait to play this game even if it is just one second later

Are all otakus like that? I cannot understand them.

If the game company knows about that, they must be very happy.

Because that means so many players, have such high expectation for their product.

This is impressive.

Maybe that is because not long ago, I myself saw how a publisher company works.

I have waited for a while, but still there is some time until 12:00pm.

If I knew about it, I would bring a manga or something to read. Because I did not, I looked around, and discovered an amazing bicycle.

On the first look, this is quite a good bicycle, but ….

There is a picture of an eroge character on the wheel!

The wheel is a disk-type wheel, with the picture of a smiling girl.

The impact almost made me close my eyes. To make such a wheel, the owner must be a weirdo.

“…Too much for me!”

I swallowed hard. The owner must be in the line now, isn’t it?

Do not think about it. Just do not think about it anymore.

Shook my head, I tried to concentrate into something else. Suddenly, a wind blew at me, made me hastily put both of my hands into pocket, and murmured “So cold….”

This is really so cold….

All the people in line must agree to that.

Not only the cold affected us, there were some people on the street looked at us with hard, cold eyes. Some office woman pointed directly at us said “What are they doing in that weather…!” “Midnight selling!” “So this is the legendary midnight selling”

And there were some foreigner with a frightened expression, whispered to each other’s.

I did not hear it very clearly, but it sounded like…

“W...W...WHAT?”

“Midnight selling….Eroge...”

"OOH... HOHOHO... OH... Crazy..."

Please. We are all from Akihabara. At least be nice to us.

Damn. Why did even some Akihabara’s people look at us with weird eyes?

"Ah ah..."

Cannot you started to sell sooner…I want to go home already.

A quick look at my cell phone told me that now is 11:30 pm.

“Phew…”

I lazily lean against the Iron Gate, exhaled.

At this time, I got an unexpected meeting.

“Pardon me…. Is the place for midnight selling here?”

“Yes, that’s right…..”

I turned at the questioner….

“Wahl!”

Both he and I let out a surprise cry.

“How could that be…?”

My body is frozen, my eyes stare at him. He is about my height, with a little droopy eyes, double eyelids plus chestnut short hair. He is wearing a quite eye-catching orange color down jacket.

In front of me, is the one I just asked to help me one the phone.

“A...Akagi?”

In front of me is Akagi Kouhei.

“Ky...Kyousuke?”

I think both of us are having the same expression now.

Because we are now queuing….. Can’t you people guess what?

In other words, it is as if you meet a classmate in a DVD rental store, porn area.
Ohhhhh…. What now?

By the way, this person is not supposed to be here!

“You….why…are you here?”

“That’s my line…”

Both Akagi and I already understood what happened, but we still refused to acknowledge it.

“Ahahaha….today is cold, Kyousuke.”

“..Yeah...that’s right, Akagi, ahahaha”

We tried to have a normal conversation.

“…….”

“……..”

A dead silence followed.

I swallowed hard...what is going on here…

I think I understood why this person is here, but…

Then suddenly, I remembered something, so I asked him:

“Hey Akagi! Didn’t I tell you to tell my parents that I was staying at your house? You agreed to it, and yet why are you here buying eroge?”

“Err…well ...Kyousuke, you know, I got my priorities list, so…”

“You….are you saying that an eroge is more important that your friend?”

“I… I got my reason! You… do not have to worry. If your parents call my home, my sister will help protect you! I have asked her to, so there is no need to worry! Anyway, Kyousuke, you are not in the position to blame me! I thought you lied to your parents so you could spend time with Tamura that is why I agreed to help you! In addition, here you are, at Akihabara and going to buy eroge! I’m so stupid!”

“I…I got my reason too!”

Because of our argument, many people turned and looked at us.

Yeah, it was awkward.

“Reason? What reason, Kyousuke?

“Ah…”

How could I say it? How could I say my sister told me to come here and buy “I’d never steal something like Onni-chan’s pantsu”…And it is an eroge… there is no way he will buy it.

But I still have to answer him.

“I...my reason is unimportant. What about you? Tell me then”

“Ah….”

With a sad expression, Akagi stay silence, wiped the sweat in his forehead…

I think my face is the same.

“…….”

We both stared at each other, no one speak a word.

“…Looks like we both have our reason…”

“..Yeah…it certainly seems that way…”

“Hey, Kyousuke…I got an idea…we never meet each other here, right?”

“That’s my friend Akagi. Nice idea. We both didn’t go to Akihabara, and we didn’t come here buying anything.”

“Of course we didn’t buy eroges too!”

“Our friendship…”

“..Don’t require any reason!”

We shook hands.

At that time, clack clack…. The iron door opened, and one employee stepped out.

“Now is the time, my friend!”

“Indeed it is!”

We shook hands again, listened to the clerk’s speech.

“I know that you all have waited long enough. Customer with a pre-order, please come line up here!”

Look like you can buy sooner if you have a pre-order, but I (or Kirino) do not have it.

“I got a pre-order, what about you Kyousuke?”

“No, I don’t”

You got a pre-order. I thought I understand Akagi pretty well, but seems like there are a lot of him that I do not know.

Besides, what eroge he is going to buy?

Another little sister-theme eroge?

However, he got a real little sister…if he still going to buy a little sister-theme eroge…I feel sorry for this girl, having such a pervert brother.

Because we got an unspoken understanding, I did not ask him “what eroge are you going to buy”. Instead, I kept silence.

At that time, one staff member shouts out:

“Customer with pre-order for Homoge club, please line up here!”

“Ah, here I come” (Akagi)

“…Ohhhhhhh!”

A cold wind blew up in my snipe, I immediately let go of my “dear” friend.

Because the game’s poster included two muscle men hugging each other.

….My body was trembling in fear.

“A...Akagi… you you…. Are you…isn’t that a homo eroge?”

“K...Kousaka! You are definitely misunderstanding!”

“..No...No... I didn’t know that …you got such a hobby…”

“Hey…wait… listen to me! We are friends, aren’t we? Look, Kyousuke. Just look into my eyes”

“Stay away from me!”

Gross! Disgusting! Now I understand Kirino’s feeling too well!

“Isn’t it a full on homo eroge? Do not come any closer! Sorry…I have never had such hobby like you…”

“Hey, Kyousuke, where did our friendship just now gone?

“I didn’t remember have a gay friend”

“I’m not a homo!”

“Then what’s about pre order for Homoge club? What is with that poster? I can’t believe you are a home!”

“It is true that I’m going to buy a homo eroge! I acknowledge that! But I got my reason for that!”

Looked like when backed into a corner, Akagi finally said it out.

“The truth is…”

“Hmp?”

“That homo eroge… My sister asked me to get it!”

“Your...your sister asked you to buy it? ------”

Then it is hopeless.

“----- How could that be! If you want to make up an excuse, then you need to find something better!”

I pointed toward Akagi:

“Your sister is still a middle school girl! No matter how you look at it, a middle school girl asking her brother to go buy an eroge is totally ----“

“--- possible, isn’t it?”

“Hey…. Why did you suddenly accept it?”

“No… I did not doubt you…. You are right…the world is full of things that defy all common sense…”

It is all I can say. Simply because it is the same for me, I am here buying eroge because my sister asked me to do it, too. Even if Akagi is lying, I cannot blame him.

I also do not want to believe my friend is a home. I definitely do not want to.

“Hey Akagi… Your sister…. Play homo eroge?”

“Yes, she loves it very much.”

Love it very much….

Well, if there is a little sister loves play little sister eroge, then a little sister loves play homo eroge is very understandable.
I turned around and take a look at all those girls in line at the homoge club.

Therefore, that is why even it is midnight; there were so many girls here.

“Is...Is that what they called BL <ref>Boys Love</ref>?”

“No…how could I say it...there are many different types…”

“Okay, you don’t have to say it!”

I do not want to hear about it anymore. I already knew that it has many types that are more than enough! Stop talking!

“– In other words, my sister is what they call a fujoshi <ref>can be translate as “rotten girl”, but pronouce the same as “wife”</ref>”

“Wife?”

“No, you take it wrong. Not “fu” in “wife” but “fu” in “rotten”. She is what they call “rotten girl”. In fact, I am not very sure about her mental state – I only knew that she has a strange loves for forbidden loves. You understand?”

With serious expression, Akagi explain it to me.

I think what he just said is important, but I am still unable to warp my mind around it.

Is there a person like him, who explains his little sister’s strange hobby to another?

Of course, his situation is a little different from me ---- but I understand his feeling, want to complain about his little sister’s crazy behavior. Therefore, I tried to listen.

“Sorry, I still don’t get it. By the way, why did they call her “rotten girl”?

“Because it is rotten”

Akagi immediately answer. His word has a strange convincing tone, make me believe it. Although it also has an attitude of someone, who has already gives up.

Therefore, I cannot just ask him “you mean her brain is rotten?”

I can only say:

“So that’s why…”

“Yes, you understand?”

“Nope, I don’t “

Akagi almost tripped. After stood straight up again, he moved closer to me:

“In short, she loves homo! Home is awesome! Home is the best! Just like that!”

“Don’t say those things out loud!”

“Hey…Kousaka…Why do those entire girl is clapping? Am I that handsome?”

“Who knows?”

You idiot!

“Anyway, back to the topic…So because your sister loves homo, she asked you to come here and buy her a homo eroge?”

“Please don’t press this topic Kousaka….”

Akagi slowly shook his head.

I slowly nodded.

“So that is it…”

I understand your situation very well. In fact, I am in the same boat.

“The truth is very simple, but even if I told you, you still won’t believe me.”

“Hmp...Why?”

I am still process this revelation.

I cannot believe that there is another brother who is in the same situation with me. In addition, he is with me the whole time.

“Hey Kousaka. Everything I just said is what my sister taught me. I’m definitely not a homo”

“I know I know… the more you explain, the more I feel suspicious. Anyway, don’t mind me – go take a place in line, your store is already selling.”

Maybe someday I will tell this person the truth.

“Okay, see you”

“Okay”

I raised one hand at him. Akagi smiled, and then turned around. He walked toward the homo group.
All of the people gather here are girl, so he is a rare expectation.

I think all of them must be thinking that Akagi is a gay.

Poor guy…

When he gets to the last place in line, he turned at me, raised one hand and said:

“Kousaka! See you tomorrow at school!”

“Oh shit!”

Shit! They must be thinking that I am his boyfriend.

I can heard them whispered “Boy loves”

Before I could explain, they already move away.

A quick glance told me that now is 11:50. There were many people behind me now, make the total count exceed 100.

I already believed this country is weird. This night make me more certain about that. No matter “3D Custom Imouto” or “Homoge club”, why did they have such a big gamer community?

A distance away, I saw a camera operator took picture.

--- Why did he want to take a picture of a group of otakus?

At this time, a small doubt appeared in my mind

By the way, later I found out that – after they censored my face, they posted that picture on some website under the title “Younger lined up at night” or “Weird bicycle”

At this time, the shop manager started to broadcast:

“We will start selling right away, so please wait just a moment. And please remember that the last train from Akihabara departs at 12:30.”

They continued give notice about train schedule.

There are going to be many people unable to catch train this night, so they want to remind their customer about it.

“So customer who go by train, please pay attention –“

At this time, I still did not consider this.

“Hmp?”

Turned to the front, I can saw the door was being opened.

Unlike the outside, inside the shop is quite bright.

That is why then the door fully opened, the sight gave a warm feeling

I can almost heard otakus “Wow” somewhere.

After my eyes was used to the light, I can see eroges packed up like a small mountain.

For otakus, this place could be called heaven.

After I gone inside, I noticed that there was a mountain of eroge near the entrance, and the other products was lined up in clockwise.

The manager makes sure that customer can buy everything they need in one round.

The staff said:

“We will start selling now! Now then, first 10 people in line ---“

Therefore, that is how they avoid too many customers rush in and make things uncontrollable.

It is true that by only allowed 10 customers inside at once, for them this is the most effective method. However,

“I have a bad feeling…”

The problem is that method is very time consuming

Can you guy hurry up please? I need to catch the last train.

If I knew about it, I had come sooner.

I remembered at the Summer Comicket, there were huge lines made by otakus. Next time I definitely will come sooner.

After a while, it finally my turn.

I looked at my cell phone.

--- They said the last train is going to depart at 12:30 didn’t they?

“….Damn...I’m not sure if I can make it”

I need to hurry! Bought this game as soon as possible and run back to the station!

“Let’s see… Underwear…underwear… here!”

I pushed forward, tried to get to “3D custom imouto” and “Onii-san’s underwear’s stand. Both of them are already sold a lot.

“Well…. At least I got this…”

However, my fear quickly was proven true. Although I run as fast as I could, I still miss the last train.

“Ah…Damn!”

I dropped on the ground in front of Akihabara’s subway station.

“….What now?”

There was no way I could walk home. Took a taxi is also out of the question.

However, I also cannot just wait here for the first train in the next morning. I would definitely freeze to death

However, I have no idea what to do now!

Took a break near a light, I look at my cell phone.

Because I needed to tell my sister that, I cannot come home tonight.

I glanced at the paper box.

---- Regret filled my heart.

“Kirino…She was looking forward to this…”

However, there is nothing I can do now. I am so useless.

With mixed feelings, I pressed the call button.

“---Did you get it? Where are you now? Are you nearby?”

She picked up almost immediately.

Her voice told me how happy she was.

…This girl….

She was waiting for me…

This must be what parents feel when they break their promises with their child.

“…I’m sorry. I still at Akihabra’s subway station”

“…and…”
Took a deep breath, I said:

“--- The last train was already gone”

“Huh? What? What does that mean? When will you be back?”

“I already got the games you wanted, but when I got here, the last train has already left. Sorry, now I can only wait for the first train in the morning”

“..No way…this mean… you can’t get home tonight?”

“Yes...sorry...but I got your games”

“…Ah…what…now...”

Kirino’s voice was filled with depressed.

I could not believe this is the same girl who sounded so happy just now.

My heart hurt so much just from hearing that.

This girl always takes things seriously, even with a game.

No matter it is when he happy, angry, sad – she always gives it everything she got.

I cannot understand why, but I know how sad she is right now.

“…Is there...anyway...? Can you come home before morning?”

What a stubborn girl. Didn’t I just say the last train has already left?

Just wait a couple of hours. If you want to play it that much, why don’t you go get it yourself? Please do not ask me ----

---- There were no such ideas in my head.

Why? Normally, I would have said so.

This is only an eroge. Only a couple of hours.

However, no matter what, I could not say it.

I felt like I should – no, must not say it.

This is what I figure out later, when I recall this time.

However, at this moment, I can felt my sister’s uneasy voice. I can also understand why there was a reason for she to want me come home before morning.

I did not fully understand my actions or my feelings anymore.

If she did not want to give up, then I should not give up either.

“I will think of something ---“

“Huh? You mean - ?”

“Just stay awake! I will definitely come back before morning”

Then I hung up immediately.

“Next ----“

Now what? The truth is, I had no idea what to do. The only thing in my mind is come home as fast as possible.

All I had to do is come home, gave my sister her favorite eroge before morning ---

Just like that.

Ha ha…. I cannot understand myself….

I stood up, tried to stay focus.

First, check the current situation. Now is 12:48pm. I have no cast on me right now, no ATM card either. I also got no friend with a car.

All right, .first, I was going to ask all my classmates to find out if anyone lives near my home. If he can call me a taxi, then everything is okay.

Alternatively, I could ask Akagi for help. He is on the same situation anyway. Now, time is the most important matter.

I left the subway station, returned to the main road.

There, I found out what I needed.

--- Bicycle.

I saw this same bicycle near the eroge shop.

My first thought is ‘as long as I got this, I can go home’

However, there was a big problem.

Compare to take a taxi, asking for help from a stranger may be better. However, in my case, it is opposite.

However, I got no other choice. In order to bring that eroge back for my sister, I was willing to swallow my pride.

Just as Kuroneko said, I could do some crazy things for my sister.

I tried to calm down and then run toward the owner, asked:

“Sorry! Please let me borrow your bicycle!”

“What?”

His reaction is understandable

If some random stranger suddenly asked me to lend them my bicycle, I would react like that too. Not to mention that if he agreed to my request, then he would not able to get home. Therefore, my chance was slim

However – I did not give up!

Bowed down, I asked again:

“Please! I got an emergency! I will definitely return this to you!”

“Are…are you kidding me?”

A normal answer again. How could someone lend his bicycle for someone he never meets before?

“I need to quickly come home and play game, how could I lend you my bicycle!”

That is your reason, huh?

I looked up. The one I was talking to is a male. Short black hair, tall, thin, wearing a glasses, around 20 years old. I knew this is impolite, but his image fit perfectly with how I normally imagine otaku.

His jacket was also printed with a girl from eroge.

Wasn’t he the one in front of me when I was in line?

“Wait…You… You are the one behind me who causes the ruckus about homo.”

Seem like he noticed me too. Well, this is expected after lined up together for so long.

However, the situation still did not get any better.

To show my sincerity, I kneel down; my head almost touch the ground.

“Hey hey…what are you doing?”

“Please help me! My sister is waiting for me at home! Please, let me borrow your bicycle! I will definitely return it! I will do anything you asked! So please ---“

“All right all right, please stand up. “

Before I could finish, he pulled me back up. I could not imagine that he got such strength. His expression was ‘here come trouble....’

“Well…I’m not fully understood what is going on, but this is important right? And this is related to your sister?”

“Yes! That’s right!”

“Then take it.”

“Ha?”

What did he just said?

“I told you, take it!”

He gently stroked his bicycle, and then said:

“I will let you borrowed it. Go, take it”

“Can...Can I?”

I still unable to believe what was just happened

Why did he trust a completely stranger like me?

Noticed my unspoken question, he said:

“Err…. Well…. I saw what you bought earlier.”

He said with a deep and sincere voice:

“To be honest, I also bought the same game. This is my favorite series; I have bought it from vol.1. Today, when I asked to have a day off, I have fully expected to be fired. I want to buy this game as soon as possible, then immediately enjoy it. That is why… I believe whoever enjoy this game cannot be a bad person. I don’t understand your situation, but we are partner, right?”

“Go, partner! Didn’t you have something very important to do?”

“..What about you?”

“Don’t worry. I got plan B”

He sat down at the nearby wall and then took out his laptop.

“I can play it here”

“Didn’t I say I’m going to play this game as soon as possible? Hey, this is my first time playing eroge outside, too”

Therefore, that is your plan B.

This person…really is an otaku among otakus. A true man among men.

I said with respect:

“Thank you very much! I will definitely return this kindness”

“Hmp, just go!”

He did not glance at me. His mind was already focusing on his laptop.

I bowed again, and then get on the bicycle.

I took a final look behind me. He was already playing, his eyes locked on the screen, his hand pressed Enter key nonstop.

“All right…”

Took a deep breath, I began step on the pedal.

Just 32km more until I got home.

“Phew…phew…phew…phew….”

After two hours, I finally got home.

My body was covered in sweat. I rested for a few seconds

“Phew…all right!”

I called my sister.

If my father is still awake, then I am finished.

“Why did you turn off your phone? How were you going to get home anyway?”

“I’m already at home”

“Ha?”

“I borrowed a bicycle from a friend to get home. Dad – is he still awake?”

“Wait a second.”

I could hear the sound of footsteps. Looked like she goes check on my parent:
“..They are asleep. Wait for me to open the door”

The door in front of me was opened; my sister appeared in her pajamas.

“Hmp…”

“A…”

Kirino slightly nodded and then let me get in.

“You are sweating too much. Here, clean it”

“Ah, thanks”

I used the towel she handed me to wipe myself.

“I will get you some clothes. Go take a bath.”

“Ah, yeah, right…”

My parent believed that I am still at Akagi’s house this night, so I had to take a bath as quiet as possible, and quickly changed into a new set of clothes.

Because my parent’s sleeping room is in the first floor, so after I finish changing, we sneaked back to the second floor in silent.

After she got to her room, Kirino placed one finger on her lip, and waved her hand.

Seems like she wanted me to get inside before give her the game.

I nodded then enter her room. Kirino immediately closed the door behind me.

We let out a relieve sigh.

On the nearby table, her laptop was already on. However, I paid it no attention; instead, I took out two eroges that she required.

“Here this is what you asked me to buy”

“Ah...Thank you. I’m sorry for making you do it”

“Ahaha, no problem – wait what about you? Is there something wrong?”

--- Thank you – I am sorry ----

I hardly believed that my sister could actually say it.

For nine months, although we have numerous conversations, but the times that she sounds so sincerely is less than five. Include what happen today, I wondered what happen to my sister today? Alternatively, this girl is actually a fake.

My little sister cannot be ---

“What are you saying? Are you an idiot?”

She scolded me again.

“What is with you today…? You are very different from usual …. Is there something wrong?”

“I said…”

Hands on her waist, Kirino is clearly angry now.

“What is with that attitude? Is...Is it that strange for me to thank you and sorry?”

“Of course it is strange!”

It is like heaven and earth swap position! Look at your usual attitude!

After I said it, Kirino got even angrier.

“Right….”
She turned to the side:
“Right…you mean like this huh…”

She sat down, clearly upset.

Yes. This is my normal little sister.

“…..”

Kirino began to tear up the paper box. After she finished, the eroge disk appeared in front of us.

Upon seeing the game, she immediately revealed an innocent smile.

She is still a child after all. Took the CD game and game manual out, she smiled happily:

“Oh…wonderful...I must instal this right now.”

While humming a song, Kirino placed the game CD inside her laptop’s CD drive.

Install an eroge right now is a bit risky, but whatever. As long as she happy then it is ok. She looked like a child just get a new toy.

I could not help but smile. All my efforts: going to Akihabara at midnight, line up to buy eroge, then ride the bicycle 32km back home – all of them are worthwhile.

A quick glance at the clock told me that now is 3:00Am

I stood up, turned toward the door.

“I’m going to get some sleep. Don’t say up too late, you still have school tomorrow.”

“….”

She did not seem to hear me.

“Hey, Kirino? Are you listening to me?”

“Huh? Ah…Ah, yes, I’m listening”

You obliviously did not. You only focused on that eroge and pay no attention to your surroundings.

However, I understand your feeling. I understand your excitement when your tear that paper box to get the game you longed for.

“Ok, then ---“

“Ah, please wait…”

“What?”

I turned around; my hand was already on the doorknob

Look like she just finished install the eroge “Onii-Chan’s underwear”

“---Do you want to --- play together? We haven’t able to play together for a while”

“…….”

How many times must I repeat myself? I could not play little sister eroge with my real little sister!

Besides, I was very tired. I just wanted to sleep.

In addition, I needed to get up early and get out of the house before my parents wake up in the next morning too. I should tell her that ---

“…Can we?”

“…Just a little, okay?”

Why did I say it?

Strange! So strange!

Not only Kirino, but also myself is also strange…

Therefore, I played eroge together with my sister again.

By the way, we sit side by side in front of the laptop.

I was wondering why she chose her laptop before. Now I knew.

Because we can only play together with her laptop.

In short, she wanted to play eroge with me from the beginning. However, there was a problem…

“Hey….move aside …”

“No way! I couldn’t see the screen if I moved anymore!”

Oooooo….

Why was I have to play little sister eroge in the night with my little sister?

…Can someone help me out of this?

This is no joking matter. Not only we got embarrassed at some eroges scene, but also the real problem was what if some important part of me showed a reaction while I was playing….then what should I do?

You idiot. Do you want me to say, “My jean got a fold “?

In addition, you too. Why are you laughing? This is a serious matter!

Ah…Damn….I can smell my little sister’s pleasant scent.

Did she use a perfume?

“Why is your face so red?”

“Because I just have a bath”

Take a breath…Breath out…Ok...Calm down….

Now I knew what a protagonist feel when he has to hide his super power.

Then…I think I will explain a bit about the R18 eroge - “I’d never steal something like Onii-Chan’s pantsu!”

In short, this is the sequel of another eroge that Kirino likes - “Make love with your little sister”.

However, unlike other eroge from the same company, in this game there is only one little sister for you to choose.

“Does…that mean…there is only one route?”

As usual, Kirino explained for me with an innocent smile:

“No. There is only one hero, but there are many routes! At first, you cannot get to all of them. After you beat the game a few times, you gain access to more option, leading to different endings. Beside, although each route is short, they are all well made. Each times, you started a new game; you can carry something from the previous time you play. Like in the “Metal gear solid” game, you only knew about each route after you get to them….”

Blah blah….

I understand one thing very clearly now:

This girl likes this kind of games very much and she likes to explain it.

Although all of this is unimportant to me, I still listened.

Maybe…maybe that is because only when Kirino talking about otaku stuff, we could be a normal brother and sister. It is like a cease-fire, or a special time for both Kirino and me.

However, I still didn’t understand: why me?

If this was nine months ago, then it was understandable. At that time, she had no one to talk to about her hobby. Even her brother is no expectation.

Now is different. She has Kuroneko – and Saori too.

In addition, even with some difficult… Ayase accepted her bobby too.

Kirino no longer needed to hide herself, she already got precious friends.

So naturally, if she wanted to talk about eroges, she could just go meet any of them.

I am no longer needed.

However, she still asked me for life consulting.

She asked me to buy her eroge.

Could this be …?

This is just a guess, but ----

Thank you, amici [1-Vol 1, chap 4]

I… a-also love you, amici… maybe [2 – Vol 2, chap 4]

---What do you expect me to say? Damn you siscon!

…Thank you very much.

Maybe my little sister did not hate me as much as I thought.

Maybe I am the only one thought that we both hated each other.

Maybe our cold war is already over.

Time flied. By the time we finished the first route, the sky was already light up. By the way, those H-scenes really made me embarrassed, but I noticed that Kirino still focus on playing. Just as she said, she never paid any attention to them.

“Aw…..”

I am so sleepy…at this rate; I am not going to get any sleep tonight.

I took a glance at my sister. She was now crying because of the story development.

“Hic…hic…what a tragic ending…”

“It is not like this is your first time with a tragic ending, is it?”

“I can’t believe it…Why are you not crying?”

With teary eyes, Kirino started lecture me.

What? Was the story truly that great?

Well…I am not really into this kind of game, so my view was probably incorrect.

“Hey, it is not like one of them is dead or anything. They can always just call each other, can’t they?”

“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! You don’t understand anything!”

“…What...are you doing? Don’t get angry…”

Because she kept yelling at me, so I could only endure it.

Kirino “Oooo…”and then said in a small voice:

“Three days ago, you still looked like a dead man. You even come asked me ‘what do you want me to do’ “

“Ugh….”

I could not say anything back! What she said is the truth after all.

However, this did not change this game’s ending. A phone call can still solve any problem.

“All right, I got it. This is indeed a tragic ending. I take back everything I said, is that okay?”

“…Fine…”

Kirino said, clearly upset.

Now the situation is embarrassing again.

--- A few minutes later….

As a light was slowly entering the room through the window, I stood up:

“I’m gonna get some sleep now. At least I need some rest before Dad wake up.”

“Wait…waits a second!”

Kirino’s panic voice called me back:

“Is there anything you need?”

“I … Life consulting! I need a life consulting…!”

She said that after I just done her last life consulting.

It was the same as nine months ago, but…

I wanted to ask for a life consulting ---
I sighed:

“Didn’t you say your last life consulting is about buying eroge?”

“But this is not over yet!”

“Okay…”

Inside my mind, I wanted to ask how many ‘last life consulting’ you have.

After that, will you asked for another ‘this is really that last life consulting’ too?

All right…. It is not as if I did not expect that.

We are siblings, after all. We lived under the same root. There is no way I can escape my little sister’s grab that easily.

I gave her a wry smile:

“So, what do you need?”

“Ah…”

Kirino slightly nodded then walked to her bookshelf.

There are only a handful of items in there. Maybe that makes it easier for her to get to her secret storage.

It has been a long time since the last time I saw this ---

Kirino moved the bookshelf to a side, revealed a paper door. Behind this is her secret otaku storage.

Looked like there are even more than before.

When I looked at her anime DVD and eroge disks, I noticed one thing:

“Is…is that…”

“Ah, yes. This is my present”

The present we were talking about is the special Meruru figure.

“I heard Ayase said that you helped her choose that present.”

“Yeah…”

“To be honest, I’m very happy”

Kirino smiled.

Why are you talking about them now?

I could only say:
“That’s good to hear”

“Can you thank them for me?”

“You’d better do it yourself. Those two probably feel happy, too.”

“Yes...you are right”

Returned the figure to its position, Kirino placed her hands on her chest, took a deep breath.

I have seen her doing that before. This was right before she showed me her hobby. This was this exactly what she did to prepare herself.

“It has been a long time since our first time…”

Suddenly, Kirino turned to me, her face showed a radiant smile.

“Did you remember that time?”

“Yes, I remembered it clearly. You asked me ‘Are you really not gonna look down on me’ and I replied ‘I will definitely not looking down on you’”

“Yes…then did you remember the next line … I mean what I said later…”

“Hmp?”

What else did she said?
Kirino noticed that I did not remember, she clenched her hand, said:

“That time I said ‘Today, I can only let you see that much’”

“Ah, right. You said ‘there are some embarrassed things inside’”

You also said ‘because I’m not fully trust you yet’

When I remembered that, I suddenly have a thought: what she said that time means there is something even worse. That thought terrified me, because I can’t even imagine what else could be more embarrassed that ‘let’s make love with your little sister’”

“About that…you protected my secret…you didn’t look down on me…and you helped me a lot…”

Hey hey…what were you saying…Were you going to say….

“Even it is embarrassed…but I’ll let you see it”

Whatever it is, I did not want to see it [[User:Chaos|Chaos]] ([[User talk:Chaos|talk]]) 05:51, 1 October 2012 (CDT)

---At least I stopped myself in time.

My little sister was going to show me some of her embarrassed things.

I did not know what those are, but the feeling of something unknown is going to happened…Can you imagine that.

However, I could not just turn around and leave. I could tell that this is the focus of her ‘life consulting’

“Does that mean you trust me now?”

Kirino slightly nodded.

“Yes…I think”

“Ah…”

Why did this look as if I want to know her secret?

I never wanted so know it in the first place.

“So...ah...I’m gonna open it now”

Kirino quickly said, then opened the box.

Clank…

“Hmp? What is…?”

I picked up the game box just dropped out.

“Ah, that’s ….”

Kirino said in a panic voice. However, that is too late; I already saw the picture in the game box.

This picture showed an adult little sister completed naked from below the waist….

The game was named “Scatolo Sister” <ref>poop</ref>
WH…WH...What?

I blinked. Then I rubbed my eyes, and looked at the game box. Finally, I asked:

“Did you….eat…poop?”

“What?”

Splash!

She slapped me. Then Kirino yelled:

“You...you…you…What the heck are you talking about! Gross!”

“But…but…”

So why does this game here? “Scatolo Sister” is definitely a hard eroge! How could you still refuse to admit it is yours?

It really is a super embarrassed thing. I have never imagined she hides such thing among her eroge disks.

“This is a misunderstanding!”

Kirino hastily explained:

“This…this…waits, listen to me! This is important! Just listen to me!”

She was trying her best to explain. She was blushing madly, even her ears were reddened.

“I didn’t know about this while I bought this game! Because …because I like the author, so I bought his game! I only found out about this after I opened the game box at home!”

“Okay…Okay! Stop right now, all right?”

“No! You do not understand anything! Hey, this is related to my dignity and image, so listen carefully!”

Your image could not possibly get any worse.

When you became a hardcore fan of imouto-eroge, your model image was already destroyed!

“I…I got it! You did not interest in that, did you? Okay, got it!”

“Did you really mean it? Or you just said it to comfort me?”

You are so hypochondriac – but I understand. If it were I, I would say the same thing.

“I got it! You bought it because you liked the illustration. But when you opened it, you found out that this game is totally different from what you imagined, so you just left it there and didn’t play it, right?”

“I… I already finished this game…”

“So you played it?”

Why could not you just lie and said “Yes”! Everything would be over if you said so!

Why couldn’t you lie?

“Because I already spent money on that, leaving this alone is such a waste! Besides, the only reason I still kept it is that I am a fan of this artist. I did not want to throw it away or gave it back to the game store. That’s why I kept it here…”

“Okay...Got it, I understand…”

“Really?”

“Yes. I completely understand now. But…you are amazing.”

Even if it were my hobby, I would not ever dream of playing a poop-eroge, much less cleared it. My sister really is something else.

“So…um…Should I continue?”

“Ah...right…yes, please”

I replied automatically, trying to get out of this dangerous situation as quick as possible.

“Continue…huh?”That mean she is going to show me her next secret embarrassed thing….

“Ah…I originally indented to show you that…”

What does that mean? Are you saying “Scatolo Sister” is just a normal item among them?

…Which mean…?

I swallowed hard, noticed that Kirino had pulled out another paper box – a very BIG paper box, in fact.

“..Let me asked this beforehand, what is inside?”

“Ah…many things….”

Kirino did not realize my terror; she began to open her box. I can felt my heart beats faster and faster with every passing seconds.

The result – the truth is, at the first glance, there was nothing worth mention. There were a pack of doujins, some anime illustrations, paper bags and eroge boxes….But a particular notebook and an IPod caught my attention.

“This is normal than I thought…”

Could this be?

No, of course this is not. My little sister could not possibly keep such normal things.

All right, listen up Kyousuke. You had better mentally prepare yourself. Imagined that Kirino is about to show you something very unbelievable. Done? Good.

Here is my prediction:

Kirino will bring out something even more terrified.

I have been her brother for 14 years – I would probably right about this.

So…for example, is that game’s illustration showed two people – naked?
I do not have the courage to confirm it ….

In addition, that pack of photo over there…what could there be? I have seen homosexual and poop – what else could await me?

For a normal high school student, I cannot think of any good idea.

Because of that, all I can do is make some observation:

“Hey, about that…”

“Hmp…What?”

“Kirino, can I ask what is stored inside that IPod?”

I secretly hoped that her answer is ‘music’.

“Oh? Ah, this?”

However, Kirino froze, unable to say anything.

You brought this out, but judging from your reaction….

Something dangerous must be hidden inside!

“Do...do you want to know?”

“No…no…There is no need to tell me.”

“Oh…I see…”

…She sigh in relieve? Therefore, this really is….

I am even more terrified. Does this mean everything inside is much worse than “Scatolo Sister?”

I cannot handle them. Definitely not! This is beyond my ability!

Kirino started reach deep inside the paper box ----

“Ah, wait….First I want to show you this notebook…”

Wawa….

“Wait a second!”

Isn’t it the most dangerous item here? Please spare me!

“I understand everything perfectly clear! There is no need for you to explain anymore! Can we please stop here tonight? Yes, we can just look at this together later! I really want to go sleep now!”

I desperately begged Kirino. I got a feeling that if I saw that notebook; something will forever remain in my mind.

“….Ah…ok…”

Kirino nodded weakly, but she quickly regained her normal cheerful attitude.

Then she pulled out another eroge box and handles it to me:

“At least take a look at this!”

“What is …this?”

“Lovely Sister Angel”? What do you want to do?

My face must have shown a puzzle expression.

“All right…”

Although I don’t know why she wanted me to look at this, but since she asked me, there is no reason for me to not do that.

After Kirino heard that…

“Okay…”

She slightly nodded, but somehow she looked sad.

I opened the “Lovely D Sister Angel” box.

There is no eroge disk or manual inside. Instead, inside are just some illustrations.

“Hmm? Isn’t it an eroge box?”

“Nope, I used this as a collector box. I kept every decoration I got inside here. Didn’t you just see the EX Meruru figure nearby?

Did I? I am not so sure myself.

“So? What do you wanted to show me?”

“Yes…this…here I go”

Clank! Kirino’s sudden opened the box, so I immediately back off.

However, inside is not like what I expected.

There are only a handful of items inside, and the first things she picked up are…

“…Is that…family contact note?”

“Yes, this is from when I was in elementary school”

Why this? I send her an ‘I don’t understand’ glance, but she just urged me to look inside, so I can only follow.

“There is the reason I started practicing track and field”

“…………”

I listened to my sister’s story while look through her contact note.

However, I soon noticed something is off. Because from her first grade to her third grade, Kirino’s gymnastics score was just “need more practice “and her others scores were at average. Because I expected every of her scores were “excellent”, so I am very surprise.

“The truth is I’m not very good at track and field. But…something made me very unhappy happened, so I started practice track and field.”

Kirino glanced at me.

It is possible that when she was slow back then and someone make fun of her, or because this gave her some unpleasant memories….

I turned to her fourth grade.

It is still “need more practice”

However, from this point, her fifth grade is “good” and her sixth grade is “excellent”. Her result started climbing up.

This must be the result of her training.

Not only that, her other scores also slowly rises.

“Here are some medals I won from some tournament.”

Kirino showed me six medals.

Sixth placed, sixth placed, fifth placed, fourth placed, third placed, and second placed – sure enough, it slowly increased.

“This is not match with my current image, beside it is so embarrassed – that’s why I have never mentioned it with anyone. When I feel tired or depressed, I often look at this and feel ‘do not look down on me, idiots’ – then I regain my spirit….”

Therefore, not only she did not forget her fundamentals, she also used her first failure as a lesson.

---- Do not look down on me, idiots ----

I knew that practicing track and field is not an easy task. In addition, for Kousaka Kirino – who started later than other members did, it must be even harder for her.

“You are really great”

“Oh?”

Hearing me murmur, Kirino suddenly look up.

Both she and I look directly at each other’s.

I do not know what to say. I honestly feel that she is great, but I cannot bring myself to praise her. After a few seconds, I said…

“If we both enter a race now, I probably won’t be able to win”

Even I felt that line is so boring.

Hearing that, Kirino’s eyes widen and then she stared laughing happily:

“Of course! Who do you think I am?”

She puffed out her chest in confident.

No matter what her first motivation was, now after six years of training, she gained confidence with her own effort.

Because I’m just a normal guy, I feel this is so amazing. Ah, just as she said, she really did have the right to said ‘who do you think I am’.

For me, I only wanted to enjoy a normal life.

I have never even considered give up on this lifestyle.

However, right now, I knew that a part of this is a lie. That part is also taking my gentle, plain childhood friend as a reason for laziness.

Kirino is the one showed me that. Indeed, I should thank her for this.

Of course, as for ‘how should I thank her’ is a future immediately problem.

I am still do not know why did my sister show me all this.

Kirino carefully put her medals and notes in the box again, and then sealed it.

“Well…you see…”

She opened her arms across her secret collection; spoke in a very sincere voice:

“This…and that…everything …all of them are very important to me.”

“I know”

There is no need to repeat it again.

Why do you think I argue with Dad to save them?

Because I cared for your feeling, I was able to have showdown with Ayase!

Kirino seems trouble, as if she does not know what to say.

“You said …you will help me protect my important collections, right?”

“Yes”

“Please keep doing that in the future.”

“Of course I will, idiot”

Didn’t I already say that long ago? I also have endured so much for this, how could I just give up on them?

I felt a little annoy! Now her last life consulting is over, she still wanted me to provide after services.

I fully expected there would be some more ‘last life consulting ‘from her.

“This can’t be help. I’m your brother, after all.”

“Yeah… you are right.”

“Of course, why are you seems so trouble?”

I smiled:

“Hey, about that ‘last life consulting’ – is that over?”

“Yes.”

Something is off. First, she asked me to go buy eroges for her, then she wanted me to play it with her, then she showed me some of her embarrassed things ---

Our last life consulting is similar to our first life consulting, but there is no development.

The first time Kirino asked me for life consulting, from her attitude I can tell that this is about ‘I have no one to share my hobby’ and ‘I want to have friends with the same hobby’. However, today, I cannot figure out why she wanted that life consulting.

That is why I got an uneasy feeling.

It is as if…I choose the wrong choice…

….I should have agreed to look at her photo album earlier; there is probably nothing too strange there anyway.

“But I haven’t done anything to you, is that okay?”

“Yes, that’s fine”

However, she looks very satisfied.

She only has that look when I success in protect her hobby from Dad, or when Ayase made up with her again. However, today I have not done anything.

I do not get it. Is this possible for me to help her without realize it?

Still nodding, my sister smiled:
“I feel like I can finally put down a boulder on my chest”

That smile – it brought back memories.

Yes…when she was small, she used to smile like that.

“Really?”

I turned around, raised one hand and stepped out of her room.

“Good night, Kirino”

“Right---“

Before the door closed, behind me, I can hear she said:

“Good night, Aniki <ref>The most respect way to address a male older than you. Normally refer to a older brother </ref>”

The next morning, my little sisters disappear.

The next morning, right after I came back from school, I went straight to my room to prepare for exam ----

“Phew…..”

All right, I admitted that I did not study.

Recently I did not get much sleep, so I ended up fell asleep in my table.

Of course, I only sleep for a few minutes at best.

I woke up with an “Ah!”, then “Ah...Ah…” Even I do not know why I said that.

“Ah…ha…ha…”

It is as I was in a dream --- a dream from so long ago….

When I woke up, only a few string of that dream remains, so I cannot remember about it.

“Right…”

However, I remember one thing…

A warm feeling in my chest.

I felt thirsty, so I went downstairs. Here, I meet my mother who just came back from shopping.

“I’m home...? Kyousuke? Are you here to greet me?”

“I just coincident pass by. Let me help you”

I took the bag from her and brought them to the kitchen.

Here, I casually asked:

“By the way, where is Kirino? She hasn’t come home yet, did she get club activities or work?"

However, my mother replied…

“What? What are you talking about?”

Yes, she said that.

I wanted to asked “what are you talking about”, but managed to hold back. This is just a trivial matter, after all.

However, later at night, Kirino still has not come home.

She always follows the rule to the letter, so she should has contact our parent.

She is not the kind of girl who hangs out and causes problems, so it must be she is late due to club activities. Of course, I am not worry about her.

At dinner, I asked again:

“Where is Kirino?”

“You…what are you saying?”

My father’s face showed a surprise expression.

“What do you mean?”

“Ah…so that’s it…Kirino said she will tell you personally.”

“What do you mean, anyway?”

“Kirino is gone”

“What?”

“She went to American today. In order to receive professional’s training, she will remain there until she finish high school”

“What…what is going on?”

My father ‘Hmp’ continued:

“In a cross-training session not long ago, a foreign coach interested in her. He said she has potential. I remembered that he also said that if she has experience in foreign competition that would be huge help in her future. However, I still couldn’t accept it…Don’t you think this is too exaggerated?”

“……….”

“In my opinion, I think that she should wait until she finishes high school. I also spoke with the current track team coach about scholarship. However, they said that even if we wait a single year, this could be a big different. They said now is the best time for Kirino.”

My father said that with an upset voice.

I still tried to suppress my anger, so I remained silence.

“Kirino said that she want to test her limit. Of course, because she had no scholarship now, it cost a lot. I told her that I would not give her that much money, which is the truth. No matter what she said, I cannot allow 14 years old girl go alone to a foreign country. If something happened, we wouldn’t be able to come to her immediately….And not to mention that her language….”

Dad…you are depressed too…

“But…In the end, didn’t you still allow her to do that?”

“Hmp, she is very stubborn. I told her that I will not give her money, and then she showed me the necessary money. She told me that am her saving from her model work and book royalties. What else could I say?”

Right. If she decided something, she will never listen to other’s opinions.

“So…”

Kirino is gone.

I felt like I already have a premonition…

“Yes, that is right”

My father started eating dinner in silence. His daughter is gone, he should feel very lonely.

I did not say anything more.

Besides, she is gone. No matter whom I asked, I will not be able to understand her reasoning.

Everything happened right in front of me, but I did not notice.

That is why Kirino started writing – to get royalties.

Her recent changed attitude and ---- her last life counseling’s purpose.

At that time, I already got an indigestion feeling, but why did she give me such a satisfied smile?

Why did she leave without telling me a word?

She made a wayward decision then follows it on her own.

That has happened a few times before. I knew her personality very well, but….

I am neither angry nor surprised. Perhaps somewhere deep down in my heart, I had expected this day.

After dinner ended, I returned to my room.

For some reason, I stopped midway and opened my sister’s room.

The door is not locked. Without light, the room is quite dark.

There is no change from the last time I was there. Everything still clean.

There are only a few books in the bookshelf.

No one in the bed.

The PC still in the table.

There will not be anyone suddenly call me to their room and force me to play eroge.

“Well, maybe this is better”

I said that to the empty room.

I returned to my room and dropped in my bed.

Instead of lie face up, I turned around.

My eyes look at the wall. This wall is thin, so normally I can hear every sound above average from the other side.

However, this will not happen again. There will not be any strange music or loud conversation in the other side. No one will come to my room at mid night then sit on top of me. No one will bring his or her trouble friends to this house anymore.

I should feel happy. Because now, my normal lifestyle could continue again.

The last life counseling was a success.

However – what should I do next?

This time, I truly have been released from my little sister. However, can I just return to my lifestyle nine months ago?

I felt that is impossible. I do not want to go back on my own words, but this is what I honestly feel.

Because my sister entrusted me not only her secret hidden behind the bookshelf, but also something else – something that cannot be seen.

Like the otaku’s knowledge that she told me.

Like many our memories together.

Like some new friends that I meet thank to her.

Even if Kirino is gone, those things will not.

They are still here with me.

All of them have fused together with my life, became a part of mine – an inseparable part of mine. That is why Kirino could happily nod.

She said “Ah…yes”

In short ---

That is how our last life counseling ends.

Everything next just happened.

Really…in the end, this girl is not a cute little sister at all.

Take care of yourself, idiot.

My name is Kousaka Kyousuke, second years in high school. I am 18 years old.

It is a bit embarrassed, but I am a normal high school student. I do not participate in any club. I do not have any special talent. Of course, I know about current eroge, or what my friends normally talk about, but I have no interested in them.

After school, I usually spend time with my friends, go home with my childhood friend, or go straight home.

Sometimes….I participates in some activities.

Is that how a high school student supposed to act? Sorry, but the truth is we all feel very ‘normal’, and we reject everything ‘abnormal’

In addition, about ‘normal’, that means we acts like others, follows their way of life.

As long as we can do that, no matter how much we changed, we still can be called ‘normal’.

It is spring now, on the road to school, two rows of cherry-blossom is now in full bloom.

I am a third year student now.

In front of me, girls in new uniform continue to our school, their face full of hopes. I remember when I was like that too.

Maybe Kirino is the same too.

“What’s wrong, Kyou-chan?”

“Ah, nothing”

Answered my childhood friend, I pulled my bag to the side.

“I hope we can continue in the same class this year”

“Yes, I hope so too”

Manami nod slightly, but then she “oh”

“What’s up?”

“Hey, Kyou-chan, recently you have changed, did you?”

“Where?”

“Ah… I mean… you are gentler now.”

“Ha….”

I poke her forehead.

“What do you think?”

“Oh….Oh…Do you want me to call you Onni-chan?”

“Please. Please do not! “

---- At that time, I saw her back.

In front of me, wearing new uniform.

Her back seems so familiar.

I hurried to catch up with the new student, completely ignored what should I do if this is the wrong person and look at her face…

Standing there ----

"Good morning, senpai."
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Special thanks for Selfish Writer for helping me with beta. Best wishes for you.
PS: @ Delirium: Can you add the button below so it is easier to move between pages? Or anyone else can please?
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