Editing KSGU:Volume 10 Chapter 3 (section)

===Part 20===

“…Absolutely correct. The Federation fleet hasn’t shown any movement because they’re wary of getting involved. Please leave the space immediately. If you can contact it, please leave along with the “Magallanica”.”

Riddhe called into the wireless as he stepped on the pedal, letting the “Banshee” move forth. He knew the “Magallanica” was giving off strong electromagnetic waves, but the comms strength should be improved. He pricked his ears at the wireless full of noise, and looked towards the monitor, clearly seeing the severely damaged “Nahel Argama”. It was close enough to be seen with the naked eye, and the way it stuck to the belly of the “Magallanica”  resembled a little fish sticking onto the body of a big fish.

The “Magallanica” possessed a myriad of armaments, and even a fleet could have much difficulty taking it down. However, the colony laser that would be fired from a 6km barrel could easily devour a massive ship of 6,500 meters length. The protrusions on both bow and stern would be instantly melted, the remaining residential block would be vaporized without a trace, and the”Nahel Argama” would merely be one of the shrapnel caught in the fire.

Riddhe was covered in cold sweat, the pits of his pilot completely damp. He opened the rear window, watching the trailing Base Jabber.  According to Alberto, the Vist Foundation and the Settlement Issues Committee were colluding together to use the colony laser. It would be a misfire caused by so many mistakes, but such an act was no longer barbaric; it was asinine. Was his father part of the lot? Ever since the Dakar incident, Riddhe could only imagine his father’s predicament and mental state, his eyes drifting unwittingly towards Earth. “But we haven’t been able to contact the “Unicorn”.” Otto’s reply came.

“The “Magallanica” appears to be invaded. One of the ECOAS platoons has been eliminated.”

“The “Sleeves”?”

‘Probably Full Frontal alone.”

The Red Comet, the red mobile suit’s that shushed its killing intent as it slaughtered Norm’s squadron one by one. The imagery appeared in Riddhe’s heart as he exerted unnecessary strength in his stick. Did the bombardment on “Industrial 7” and the “Magallanica” happen so that he could enter? The delayed understanding had Riddhe gritting his teeth. “Ensign Riddhe, regroup with us first!” Otto’s replay came, and Riddhe was taken aback as he stared at the “Nahel Argama”.

“There’s an empty space on the mobile suit deck. No matter what happened in the past, you’re still a crew member of the “Nahel Argama”. Come back.”

The eyes had lost all anxiety, and the white ship with some navigation lights on looked so dazzling. Riddhe found himself nearly obeying the command, only to stop the “Banshee” and face the “Magallanica” . What should I do? No, what can I do? While he pondered, the Base Jabber passed by, “Riddhe, we’re going into a position where the laser comms can be fired.” Alberto’s voice rang.

“I’ll try to get my aunt to stop the attack. We should be able to contact Earth using the “General Revil” as a relay.”

“Can it work?”

“I know it’s not likely, but we’ll do whatever we can try, as long as there’s a possibility.”

The Base Jabber paid no heed to the drifting “Banshee” as its flat body, befitting the nickname of a ‘clog’, returned back. “Don’t look away from the “Magallanica” .” Alberto reminded for the last time, and went by above Riddhe. Unlike the latter, he had already discovered what he should do. As he muttered alone to himself, Riddhe again looked towards the “Magallanica”, trying his best to have the plain word of ‘possibilities’ roam closer to him.

The uncertain future still had room to improve. The world—as Riddhe summoned those words in his mind, he looked towards the silvery revolving residential block,reflecting the moonlight, which contained Mineva, Banagher, and the Red Comet. What appeared to be a massive mirror was beckoning the still “Banshee”.