Editing KSGU:Volume 9 Chapter 1 (section)

===Part 14===

(…40% of the entire force has been neutralized, and the entire fleet is retreating back to the Shoal Space region. Our Gajumal force will open the last line of defense here, so please hurry to “Industrial 7” as soon as possibly, Captain. The “Mock Trojan Horse” is closing in.)

Commander Gajumal’s expectant face appeared on the communication panel 10 inches wide, and it was this aspect that was unforgivable. ''They look as if they was a member of a stable world, but his viewpoint was hindered by his rigid imagination, and when there’s something unexpected, they either exclaim that it’s impossible, will not face it, or start shifting blame, looking all loyal and courageous, saying that they did all they can do. These foolish adults are all like this, always thinking that they just need to maintain their pride even if the world’s destroyed.''

It had been 5 hours since they were taken in by the flagship of the Gajumal fleet, the “Guskor”. The  emergency repairs on the “Rozen Zulu”, which had lost an arm, was completed, and Frontal’s squad was ready to be deployed, but this was not the issue they were facing. Angelo Sauper was at a corner of the mobile suit deck, facing the communication panel on the catwalk wall in the maintenance side, looking around at the faces of the subordinates standing to the side.

The two of them were pilots from the escort squad, in their early 20s. Lieutenant Rakar and Ensign Reil remained still as they continued to stare at their superior officer, who was ready to die, with dignity and respect. The pilots at the shackles too looked solemn as they stared at the monitor, with no intention to call out the commander for wasting fighting strength due to his little understanding. ''Why? Why isn’t anyone angry? It’s because of people like Garumal that our country’s destroyed. We’re the ones suffering from their indecisiveness and debts.''

“There’s only one empty vessel, and you mess it up!”

The dissatisfaction exploded from Angelo’s mouth in the form of a roar, and he felt Rakar and everyone else gasp. Garumal did not seem to notice the fact that a lower-ranked personnel lashed out at him, and was taken back. Angelo glared at their faces and took a step closer to the monitor.

“The enemy only has a “Gundam” as its main fighting force! Concentrate your attacks on it! It’s because you’re still gathering your fleet obediently—!”

“I’ll sortie this time, Commander Garumal.”

Someone suddenly interjected, and interrupted Angelo’s words with a nonchalant tone. The latter turned behind, and saw a masked face from beyond the shoulders of his subordinates. He did not know where he could vent his frustrations on (But Captain, you…) Garumal gave a skeptical voice, “I want to extinguish the flames now.” Full Frontal said as he looked over.

“I’ll bring the escort squad along. The deployed forces are to take independent action. Please notify the frontlines.”

(Yes! Good luck!)

Garumal said as he saluted, showing a look Angelo felt belonged to those irrespsonsible adults. ''They started a war, seeking death, and turned the world upside down; they left their debts for us to pay, and they bear responsibility, thinking that it’s martyrdom for the greater good. This is the one thing I really can’t stand about them. We must at least make them embarrassed over their own imcompetence. How else are they going to pay this debt!'' Angelo pursued after the red silhouette which turned to leave, and left the wall of escort squad members, “Captain…!” he protested, but as Frontal crossed the handrail of the catwalk, “I told you before”, he said as he turned his masked face aside slightly.

“The pilot of the “Unicorn Gundam” is a Newtype, and a power Newtype will affect the people around him. It is better to assume the current “Mock Trojan Horse” as an actual Newtype Corp.”

The white glove grabbed onto the handrail, and the tall, hulking figure floated in the mobile suit deck. The fiery red armor of the “Sinanju”, outfitted with its equipment, looked dazzling behind Frontal’s lush blond hair that was floating about.

“Also, they do have Lieutenant Marida’s “Kshatriya”. Numbers alone won’t be able to beat Newtypes. The fleet will be broken through soon.”

The words indicated that he knew this would happen, and this caused Angelo to relax his shoulders and shake off his unhappiness. ''This strong directiveness, merciless penetration for our objective, will ultimately guide us to our final victory, bring order to the world in chaos, and purify the blood-stained bedsheet.''

''We don’t need a cause, personal reputations and deignity. As long as we are with this mask, who will never back down when pitted against the world, who has the power to surpass humanity—'' “It’s your turn now, Angelo.” Angelo embraced Frontal’s words, which had been imposed on him.

“Show me the true value of the “Rozen Zulu”. Hurry with the preparations.”

“Yes! I’ll definitely dispatch the “Unicorn Gundam” for you. I’m betting on your life.”

''My life’s insufficient to wager on; the term ‘determination’ only comes into effect when betting on the most valuable things in this world.''  “I’m looking forward to it.” Frontal answered and left the handrail, whilst Angelo stood still and watched him leave.

“Don’t get devoured by him. It’ll be a lonely sight without that rose every day.”

The masked face said from beyond the shoulder, causing Angelo to hallucinate seeing the blue eyes under the mask. ''I won’t get swallowed by it. My life, my body are already a part of you.'' “Yes…!” Angelo brought his heels together and swallowed his surging emotions as he watched Frontal leave. Frontal had completely excluded Angelo from his thoughts, and once the latter watched him leave and enter the “Sinanju” cockpit, Angelo looked back at the massive “Rozen Zulu” at the hangar beside him.

The machine had lost its right hand, and was directly fitted with a shield; the Musaka-class mobile suit deck was too narrow for it. The shield included mega particle diffusion cannons, and also a ‘unique equipment’ against the “Unicorn” on the backpack. Angelo stared at the massiveness that showed all these aspects, and felt that he, at this point, would not lose even if he were to take on the entire world. He felt the majestic appearance fitted him, and he curled his lips aupwards. The shield fitted on the right hand directly could fire an INCOM claw, just like the remaining left hand, and fire in all directions through the scattered mega particle cannons. ''I don’t care if the enemy’s a Newtype or something else, it’s going to be effortless stopping a single unit. And with this ‘unique equipment’, I’ll definitely bury the “Unicorn” for good this time, together with that arrogant pilot who had the talent the Captain recognized, but irresponsibily forsaken us with such pretty words.''

“Banagher Links. It’ll be over this time…!”

''I’m going to shred whatever small possibility there is and prove to the Captain that he’s wrong.'' Angelo put on his helmet and kicked himself off the handrail of the catwalk. The raised shoulder armor was stacked up like rose petals, and the “Rozen Zulu” silently awaited the arrival of its owner.