In the cold, pitch-black vacuum of space, a bulky Dom-type mobile suit cut through the cosmos, its thrusters flaring as it performed a series of impossibly sharp, aggressive maneuvers.
"This is amazing! Da ze~!" I yelled into my cockpit headset, a massive grin plastering my face as I handled the controls.
Back inside the asteroid base, Patchouli watched a wall of monitors. "Marisa, that's enough. I have gathered more than enough operational data from the suit," Patchouli said, her eyes flicking between a screen tracking the suit's silhouette and another overflowing with real-time data.
"Oki da ze~! Landing now!"
With a final burst of its posture-control verniers, the heavy mobile suit touched down smoothly inside the cavernous hangar of our hidden asteroid stronghold. Popping the cockpit hatch, I grabbed the railing and floated down to the deck where Patchouli was already waiting, a data pad tucked under her arm.
"Marisa, with this final test flight complete, the mobile suit is fully combat-ready," she reported, her voice calm but satisfied.
"Of course it is, da ze~!" I replied, looking back at the towering mechanical giant with pride.
My mind briefly drifted back to how I even ended up here. During the brutal Battle of A Baoa Qu, I had thrown my mobile suit directly into the line of fire to shield Cal's unit. My suit took a direct hit and vanished in a catastrophic explosion. I thought that was the end of the line for me. But luckily, Yukari opened a gap in reality, snatching me from the jaws of death at the absolute last second.
I survived, but my mission in this universe was far from over. Suddenly, a familiar holographic notification pinged inside my mind:
[Mission Accomplished]
[New Mission: Eliminate the incoming reincarnator (U.C. 0096)]
Reward: Alice Transformation Card, and you can keep Nitori.]
Right on cue, Nitori popped out of nowhere, materialized right next to me.
"Eh... Well then, let's begin, da ze!" I muttered.
Without wasting any time, I had Yukari transport Nitori and me to a secret, abandoned Zeon asteroid base. Once we arrived, I immediately summoned Patchouli and laid out the plan. To speed things up, I even dragged Ruby and Miku into the mix mostly because they were bored out of their minds dealing with Yukari's antics anyway.
"Alright, it's a bit small, but it'll do," I murmured, surveying our new home. "The base hangar already has four Zaku IIs, two Rick Doms, and two Rick Dom IIs, along with a few other suits like a Gouf."
I tasked Nitori and Ruby with engineering a few custom high-spec units. Honestly, I never would have guessed that Ruby would turn out to be an absolute genius when it came to mechanical engineering. While Miku just sat on a crate singing tunes to keep morale up, Yukari and Patchouli used their magic to completely restore and reinforce the base infrastructure.
After several months of tireless work, Nitori and Ruby rolled out four heavily customized mobile suits.
EMS-01 MZ (Marisa Custom): My personal suit. Built over a Zaku shell, it utilizes advanced Movable Frame technology that I with Yukari's helpful gaps stole straight from Anaheim Electronics. It features magnetic coating, a massively upgraded reactor, and superior sensor arrays.
Weaponry: Two head-mounted 30mm Vulcans, two chest-mounted 60mm 3-barrel machine guns, a Gouf heat wire on the left arm, and two L-shaped shoulder shields carrying four Zaku Bazooka magazines. The legs utilize Zaku II High Mobility Type (R2) thrusters, while the backpack combines a modified Zudah engine with Gelgoog thrusters. It even features a sub-arm system to swap weapons on the fly and a set of magical Funnels and missiles stored on the skirt armor.
Armor & Features: Constructed with Gundarium alloy, carrying a modified gouf shield with a built-in machine gun and beam saber storage. It boasts a panoramic 180° cockpit and can be outfitted with an I-Field generator. Because I use magic, I can control the funnels like a high-tier Newtype, and our guided missiles are magically enhanced to ensure a lock.
The Skinwalker System: The EMS-01 MZ can be completely encapsulated inside a heavy Dom-like outer shell, transforming it into the EMS-02 Skinwalker. This outer armor acts as a secondary layer and comes with its own external fuel tanks and generator so the inner suit doesn't waste a drop of propellant and combine the power output of the The EMS-01 MZ generator to able to use powerful beam weapons. In Skinwalker mode, it can carry six additional funnels on its skirts. When speed is required, the pilot can instantly purge the outer Dom armor to reveal the high-mobility EMS-01 MZ underneath.
Kampfer Titania (Patchouli Custom): A rare unit we liberated from a storage facility at the Federation's California Base. We upgraded its reactor to handle heavy beam weaponry, modernized the cockpit, applied a magnetic and anti-beam coating, and installed sub-arms to assist with mid-combat reloading and weapon management.
Green Dom (Nitori Custom): Also stolen from the California Base. Modified into a perfectly balanced support and logistics unit, it features a boosted reactor, enhanced tracking sensors, and a massive array of weapon hardpoints, turning the Dom into a walking, heavily armored mobile resupply station.
Efreet Jaeger (Backup Unit): A high-spec ground unit retrofitted with modern sensors and completely overhauled to utilize high-output beam weapons.
Over the following months, we conducted a relentless string of hit-and-run attacks against the Earth Federation, crippling spaceports, hijacking mobile suits, and plundering logistics convoys. We fought in everything from Operation Stardust to the Second Neo Zeon War.
By now, our hidden asteroid base had grown into a massive faction. We housed well over 1,000 personnel including 500 mobile suits, 100 seasoned pilots, and hundreds of engineers and laborers. Most of them were ex-Titans and Zeon remnants who defected or joined to my side, entirely won over by my excellent negotiation skills. Because our salvage yard was packed with suits ranging from the Gryps Conflict to the Second Neo Zeon War, Nitori and I managed to scrap the junk and design three proprietary, mass-production models:
MS-10 Marisa Type: A Zaku base upgraded with a Movable Frame. Incorporating parts from the Zaku III, Zaku IV, and Geara Doga, it completely outperforms the Federation's standard Jegan. A true jack-of-all-trades that can wield both traditional Zaku ballistics and high-yield beam weapons.
MS-11 Nitori Type: A frontline unit that looks like a Jegan and a GM had a baby. Using the GM III as a core, it was modified to drastically surpass the Jegan in mid-range to close combat capabilities.
MS-12 Patchouli Type: Built using stolen Titans technology and experimental prototype parts. Reserved strictly for ace pilots, this unit is terrifyingly fast and agile, equipped with a Funnel system that can be operated by Oldtypes via magical assist interfaces which they don't know.
With our forces organized, I established contact with various Zeon remnants hiding out on Earth and in the dark corners of space, supplying them with mobile suits and logistical backing. While some stubborn space remnants from the Second Neo Zeon War refused to join us, many willing soldiers flocked to our banner.
"Patchouli, have you gotten the automated factory lines fixed yet? Da ze?" I asked, walking back into the command center.
"It's almost complete," she replied, rubbing her temples. "We just need the final shipment of raw materials from Edwin's fleet."
"Good. Once that's settled, we can finally speed up production. We're running dangerously low on spare parts, da ze~"
"Yes," Patchouli agreed, sighing.
"Conducting constant hit-and-run operations against the Federation is draining our stockpile faster than it disrupts them. We need a fundamental shift in strategy."
"Mhm... Let's get the factory online first. Then, maybe I'll finally authorize Operation Master Spark, da ze~" I said, staring out the viewing port into the endless, star-speckled void.
"But is the next upgrade for my mobile suit almost complete?" I ask.
"It's close just need add the the Mini-Hakkero to it." She said.
"Ok that will be all da ze~" I said.
"Ok, Marisa," Patchouli said before turning to leave.
Left alone, I checked the universal calendar. "It's already U.C. 0096. One more week before the events of the Laplace Incident begin. I don't know who or where this reincarnator is... but they'll probably show up at Industrial 7. Mhm... highly likely." A sudden spark of inspiration hit me.
"Patchouli! I'm taking the mobile suits out! I'm bringing Mark's team with me, *da ze~*!" I barked into the intercom before sprinting toward the hangar.
"Boss!" Mark, one of my ace pilots, called out as I practically skidded into the staging area.
"Yo, Mark! Assemble your team, we're sorting immediately! We're deploying with one of our Musai-class cruisers, da ze~!" I shouted, climbing up the ladder toward my cockpit.
"Alright, boss! You heard her, move it!" Mark roared, running off to brief his squad.
Soon, our customized Musai-class cruiser, the Enclave, slipped out of dock and set a direct course for the Industrial 7 space colony.
"So, boss," Mark's voice cracked through the ship's internal comms during transit. "What's the play this time? Stealing, destroying, or a healthy mix of both?"
"Nope. This time we're just playing spectator... and maybe stealing something if the opportunity arises, da ze," I answered, eliciting a hearty laugh from Mark over the channel.
I took a walk down to the hangar to inspect my unit. For this mission, it was outfitted in its heavy, extra-armored Dom configuration—resembling a heavily armored Thunderbolt-style variant but with more guns and fuel tanks. But I knew the moment I purged that outer skin, the Zaku machine inside would be fast and powerful enough to easily hold its own against almost anything out there, save for maybe the Unicorn Gundam itself.
Leaning back in the pilot's lounge later, I let out a massive yawn. "How much longer until we arrive, da ze~?"
"We should reach the sector in a few days, Commander," the ship's captain replied over the PA.
"Alright, I'm going to take a quick nap. Wake me up if anything urgent pops up."
Meanwhile, in the space sector surrounding Industrial 7, reality suddenly fractured. A massive dimensional portal tore open, and a striking blue-and-white mobile suit emerged from the light. Right behind it, an advanced, white assault carrier—a Pegasus-class lookalike—breached the temporal rift, followed by an entire fleet of foreign warships and unknown mobile suits.
"Archangel, sector is clear. But... it looks like there's a massive space colony directly ahead," the pilot of the blue-and-white Gundam reported over the comms, watching in awe as his fleet began to fan out.
"So, this is another world, huh?" the pilot muttered, pulling his machine back toward the flight deck of the *Archangel*.
Back aboard our Musai-class cruiser, the *Enclave*, the bridge fell into absolute chaos.
"What the hell is going on?" the Captain demanded, slamming his hands on the console.
"I don't know, sir! We're detecting a massive influx of anomalous energy readings and... honestly, I don't even know how to quantify this!" the sensor officer yelled.
"Mhm... Wake the Commander immediately. She needs to see—"
"Sir! Incoming Federation fleet signatures!" another crew member cut him off, panic lacing his voice.
"What?!" The Captain stared at the main viewer. An unknown Pegasus-class warship escorted by a fleet of high-tech vessels he had never seen before was moving through the sector. They hadn't noticed our hidden cruiser yet, their entire trajectory locked onto Industrial 7.
"Sound the alarms!"
The *Enclave's* interior lit up with a flashing crimson glare, the klaxons blaring a deafening wail that jarred me instantly out of sleep.
"Eh?! What's happening, *da ze~*?!" I bolted upright, threw on my pilot suit, and rushed toward the door just as a frantic knocking rattled the metal frame.
"Commander! You're needed on the bridge immediately! We've spotted an unknown fleet heading straight for Industrial 7!"
I practically flew to the bridge. The moment my eyes locked onto the sensor screens displaying the strange, sleek warships, my panicked expression melted into a sharp, knowing smirk.
*I found you, reincarnator,* I thought.
"Captain, tail that fleet. Keep your distance, but don't lose them. And contact the asteroid base to send every scrap of reinforcements we have right now."
"Commander, is this wise? What if they spot us?" the Captain asked hesitantly.
"They won't, as long as we maintain a strict radar shadow. And even if they do, we're far enough out to make a clean jump," I reassured him, keeping my eyes glued to the visual feed. "Actually, change of plans. Insert us into the Industrial 7 sector. Get as close to the colony as you can without triggering their fleet's proximity alerts."
I snapped open a channel to the pilot quarters. "Mark, get your team to their cockpits. We are dropping into hot territory."
Mark gave a crisp salute over the screen. "Understood, boss!"
The *Enclave* adjusted its thrusters, silently slipping through the debris fields and shadowing the massive fleet which unbeknownst to the crew, was an entire Cosmic Era fleet from *Gundam SEED* that had violently breached the Universal Century timeline.
"Is this close enough, Commander?" the Captain asked as the colony filled the view screen.
"Yep, perfect, da ze!"
I was already strapped firmly into the linear seat of the EMS-02 Skinwalker. Using the suit's sub-arms, I had loaded it to the teeth: a standard Zaku machine gun, a heavy bazooka, a beam axe, a modified Gelgoog beam rifle, a Gelgoog shield with missiles stored on the shield, and four Sturm Fausts mounted to my side skirts.
"EMS-02 Skinwalker, launching!"
My heavy suit blasted out of the *Enclave's* catapult, followed immediately by Mark's team, which comprised one MS-12 Patchouli Type, two MS-10 Marisa Types, and one MS-11 Nitori Type. We bypassed the outer perimeter of the oblivious SEED fleet and breached the airspace near the colony, only to find the white Unicorn Gundam already locked in a vicious duel against the multi-winged Kshatriya.
Suddenly, four highly advanced, unknown mobile suits screamed into the airspace, firing indiscriminately as they closed in on the local combatants.
"Mark, change of plans! Get back toward the ship's defensive perimeter!" I ordered, bringing my suit to a sudden halt.
"What?! Why, boss?" Mark yelled over the comms.
"The fedies got here too fast," I muttered, gritting my teeth.
"Are those... Gundams?!" Mark gasped as the sleek, multi-colored machines split formation.
"Yes. Tsk... Mark, change of plans again, prepare to engage! Cover my six!" I shouted, raising my modified beam rifle and boosting straight toward the chaotic fray.
As we closed the distance, an open-frequency transmission echoed across the entire sector. A youthful, overly earnest voice rang out from the leading blue-and-white machine:
"Stop this fighting! Hasn't enough blood already been spilled?!"
Mark let out a loud, mocking laugh over our private channel. "Heh... that guy is a total idiot!"
"Don't underestimate him, Mark, or it'll be the last mistake you ever make," I warned sharply. "I'll handle the preachy idiot. The rest of you, lock down the grunts and keep them off my back!"
"Understood!" the squad roared, breaking off into their respective combat vectors.
"Please, stop th—" the pilot's speech was violently cut short as a high-output beam from my rifle burned through the space where his machine had been a fraction of a second prior. The Freedom Gundam dodged with terrifying agility.
"Stop talking, you idiot!" I yelled, bringing my heavy Skinwalker to a halt right in front of the startled Kshatriya.
"I'm with a Zeon remnant group, don't shoot, *da ze~*!" I transmitted directly to the quad-winged mobile suit. "Get out of here, hurry!"
I whipped my rifle around and snapped off two more high-yield beam shots at the Freedom Gundam, which it evaded with seamless, thruster-assisted grace.
"Damn it, these enemy suits are way too fast!" Mark complained, his voice strained as his MS-10 struggled to lock onto the highly maneuverable mobile suits of the cosmic era mobile suits.
"Ahhh! Mark! Someone help me!"
A panicked cry came from our MS-11 Nitori Type pilot. A sleek Strike Gundam had completely closed the distance, its beam saber igniting into a lethal pink blade as it swung down at the battered mass-production unit.
Before the blade could cleave my pilot in two, I rocketed into the fray, opening fire with my beam rifle. The Strike's pilot noticed the incoming heat, violently kicking the MS-11 away to use the momentum to dodge my shot before pivoting mid-air to charge straight at me.
"Funnels!" I commanded.
The six magical funnels mounted under my skirt armor deployed instantly, scattering into space like a swarm of angry hornets.
"What?!" the Strike pilot gasped as the funnels moved completely independent of any standard trajectory, unleashing a coordinated matrix of beam fire that peppered the Gundam's armor.
I slammed my thrusters forward, using the massive bulk of my heavy shield to bash the stunned Strike Gundam backward. Unlatching a Sturm Faust with a sub-arm, I fired it at point-blank range, the resulting explosion racking the Strike's chassis. But before I could capitalize, a barrage of beam fire from the Freedom Gundam forced me to break off and break into a hard evade.
"Mark! We need to pull back right now!" I ordered, glancing at my tactical display. The main enemy fleet had finally caught up and was deploying an overwhelming wave of mass-production units.
"Understood, Commander!" Mark replied. His team's suits were heavily battered and smoking, but by some miracle, everyone was still breathing.
As Mark's team began a fighting retreat toward the *Enclave*, I stayed behind to anchor the rear line. A Strike Dagger intercepted me, but I danced around its predictable linear charge and cut it down instantly with a well-placed beam shot. Suddenly, a massive swarm of Strike Daggers and mass-production Astrays flooded the sector.
"I am definitely going to need more ammo for this, *da ze*," I muttered.
I fell back systematically, sending my magical funnels darting through the enemy ranks, turning multiple Astrays and Strike Daggers into expanding balls of fire. "Come and get some!" I taunted, deploying my suit's sub-arms to fire my Zaku machine gun and heavy bazooka simultaneously, unleashing a wall of suppressive lead.
Once Mark's team safely entered the *Enclave's* hangar, I recalled my funnels and burned my thrusters to full capacity to follow them.
"You're not getting away!" the Freedom Gundam's pilot shouted, his multi-lock system tracking my suit as he unleashed a full burst of his plasma cannons and beam rifles.
I spiraled through the incoming fire, relying on my sub-arms to return blind suppressive fire to keep him at bay. "Captain, head straight for the rendezvous coordinates! Wait for me there!" I barked into the fleet comms.
"Understood, Commander. Good luck," the Captain responded, and the Musai cruiser veered hard, accelerating away from the battlefield.
"Just you and me now, Gundam!" I yelled, pivoting mid-flight to fire a heavy beam rifle shot, which he narrowly avoided.
I dove straight into a dense, swirling asteroid field, using the massive space rocks as cover while taking calculated snap-shots at my pursuer.
*I can't beat this thing in a conventional dogfight,* I realized, *but using magic will tip the scales, da ze.*
Focusing my mind, I flooded my mana directly into the mobile suit's controls. Thanks to Nitori, Patchouli and ruby's brilliant engineering, they had constructed a specialized interface that functioned exactly like a Psycho-Frame or Bio-Sensor—except it ran entirely on raw magic instead of Newtype empathy. The machine instantly became terrifyingly responsive, moving as if it were an extension of my own body.
"Gotcha now!" I roared, popping out from behind a massive asteroid and landing a direct, Bazooka shot right into the Freedom's chest armor
But to my horror, the Phase Shift armor absorbed the brunt of the kinetic impact, leaving it completely unscathed. "Tsk!"
The Freedom answered with a devastating volley of beam fire, but with my magical sync active, my suit moved with supernatural speed, effortlessly cutting through the tight gaps between the beams.
"You can't do anything so dont even try!" I shouted, closing the distance instantly as I ignited my heavy beam axe.
The Freedom intercepted the swing, its own beam saber clashing against my axe in a violent shower of containment sparks.
"Stop this fighting! Stop this senseless violence!" the pilot pleaded over the open channel.
"What is your motivation?" I demanded, catching him completely off guard.
"To stop the war and—"
"And that's exactly why the peace you long for will never happen!" I interrupted, violently shoving his suit back before opening fire with my rifle. He barely managed to dodge. "You're nothing but a hypocrite! You claim to want peace, yet you use overwhelming military force to beat everyone else into submission!"
I dove back into the cover of the floating asteroids, the Freedom hot on my tail, its beam cannons obliterating the rocks around me.
Time to change tactics.
Grabbing my heavy bazooka with a sub-arm, I swung out of cover, firing a rocket while simultaneously pulling the trigger on my beam rifle. The pilot expertly shot down the incoming rocket, and my beam shot went wide. Closing the distance at breakneck speed, he swung his beam saber, cleanly cleaving my bazooka in half.
Thinking fast, I hurled the ruined weapon assembly directly at his cockpit and fired my beam rifle into the bazooka's live magazine. A massive, blinding explosion erupted between us.
I backed away through the smoke, but the Freedom surged through the debris, its weapons firing blindly. I raised my heavy Gelgoog shield to block the incoming barrage, but the sheer thermal energy began melting the alloy. Cursing, I jettisoned the burning shield and retreated deeper into the rocks.
"Tsk... time for close combat. Let's see how he likes this little trick," I muttered.
Unsheathing my beam axe, I used the shadows of the asteroids to loop entirely around his position. Slicing through a gap, I appeared directly behind him, bringing my beam axe down in a lethal arc. But the pilot's reflexes were inhuman; he spun the Freedom around instantly, aimed his beam rifle directly at my suit's head, and pulled the trigger.
"Agh!"
The cockpit monitors flickered violently as the head camera was completely vaporized. I jammed the thruster levers forward, backing away at maximum speed while deploying my remaining funnels to form a defensive screen to blind him while I made my escape.
"Purge head!" I commanded.
The melted, ruined outer Dom head exploded outward, clearing the locking mechanisms to reveal a fully functional, pristine Zaku-style mono-eye camera underneath.
Accelerating out of the asteroid field, I finally spotted the sleek hull of the Enclave waiting in deep space. I blew past the hangar bay doors and brought the battered Skinwalker to a hard, shuddering halt on the landing deck.
The cockpit hatch hissed open, and I climbed down, exhausted. Mark walked over, tossing me an emergency energy ration. "Commander, you alright?"
"I'm alive," I said, taking a heavy gulp. "But that Gundam and its pilot are going to be an absolute nightmare to deal with. When are our main reinforcements arriving?"
"In about three hours, boss."
"Good. Tell the engineers to patch up my suit immediately," I ordered, walking past him toward the bridge.
As soon as I stepped onto the command deck, the Captain turned to face me. "Commander, what's our next move?"
"There's a local Zeon remnant group operating in this sector. They call themselves 'The Sleeves.' Try to establish a secure encrypted channel with them," I commanded.
"Copy that."
We navigated deep into a massive, uncharted asteroid field far from the colony. As we approached the coordinates, our main viewer picked up a startling sight: Full Frontal's customized red mobile suit was absolutely tearing through a squadron of SEED mass-production units, while a cluster of unknown warships was locked in a fierce exchange of fire with the Sleeves' fleet.
I turned on my heel and bolted right back to the hangar.
"Is my unit ready?" I yelled to the chief engineer.
"Yes, Commander! We've fully replaced the head assembly, repaired the structural damage, and completely topped off the fuel reserves!" the worker shouted back over the roar of machinery.
"Good! Thank you, da ze~!"
I leapt into the cockpit, grabbing two heavy bazookas, four Sturm Fausts, and a fresh Gelgoog shield.
"Boss, you want us to deploy with you?" Mark asked over the hangar comms.
"No, maintain a defensive perimeter around the cruiser, but be ready to help me at a moment's notice, da ze!"
The catapult engaged, launching the EMS-02 Skinwalker into the void. Before entering weapon range, I locked my comms to a wide, open frequency across the battlefield and started blasting a classic anthem: 'Char ga Kuru.'
Unlatching a heavy bazooka from my backpack sub-arm, I lined up the crosshairs with the thruster array of a SEED warship and pulled the trigger. The heavy round slammed directly into the ship's engine block, triggering a chain reaction of secondary explosions.
The surrounding Strike Daggers immediately pivoted to engage me, unleashing a wall of beam fire. I pushed my magically enhanced thrusters to the absolute limit, dancing through the incoming shots with effortless, mocking grace. Sliding right underneath an enemy cruiser, I fired a salvo into its exposed underbelly, wiping it off the tactical map.
An incoming Strike Dagger tried to corner me, but my machine was moving so fast its sensors couldn't even track my silhouette. I ignited my beam axe, cleanly bisecting the machine in a single, fluid motion before diving headfirst into the enemy's main defensive line.
"Boom!" I shouted cheerfully as another enemy vessel fractured under my relentless assault, my beam rifle and bazooka laying waste to their formations. "Is this what it feels like to be a main character in a SEED show, da ze?"
After crippling another vessel, I noticed Full Frontal and his personal guard group finishing off the remaining stragglers. I decelerated, letting my suit glide smoothly toward the crimson mobile suit.
"This is Marisa of the Enclave Zeon remnant group. We are non-hostile, don't shoot, da ze~!" I transmitted directly to the Sleeves' ship.
"Huh? The pilot... sounds like a literal child?" one of the Sleeves' escorts muttered over the channel, clearly bewildered.
"Hey! I am older than all of you combined! I've been fighting in every major conflict from the One Year War all the way up to the Second Neo Zeon War!" I snapped back.
Mid-sentence, my sensors pinged an incoming alert. I twisted my controls, narrowly dodging a stray beam shot from a surviving Strike Dagger, and instantly returned fire, blowing its head clean off with a casual flick of my wrist.
Bringing my Skinwalker to a halt directly in front of Full Frontal's Sinanju, I opened a direct line.
"We need to put aside our differences and eliminate this new faction immediately. They are a threat to everyone in this world."
"A new enemy?" another Sleeves pilot questioned. "Aren't they just another branch of the Earth Federation?"
"No, they aren't Federation at all," I replied grimly. "They come from an entirely different dimension, and if we don't stop them here, they will completely conquer our world."
A few of the escort pilots let out skeptical laughs, but Full Frontal remained completely silent, his golden mono-eye staring directly at my customized Zaku face.
"And you expect us to just blindly believe such a wild story?" the escort pilot mocked.
"Whether you choose to believe me right now or not doesn't matter. Sooner or later, you're going to find out the hard way," I replied coolly.
"If you want actual proof, I can transfer the data we've already salvaged from their destroyed units."
There was a long pause over the link.
"Mhm... very well," Full Frontal's calm, charismatic voice finally echoed through the comms.
I smiled, flicking a switch on my console to fire a bright green signal flare into the dark. On cue, the Enclave emerged from the asteroid shadow alongside Mark's freshly repaired squad, completely cutting off the remaining SEED vessels' escape routes. Seeing themselves utterly outmatched, the surviving foreign ships began a frantic, desperate retreat.
I cracked my knuckles, my eyes locking onto the fleeing fleet.
"Shall we?" I asked.