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The report arrived in the Granada command center hours after the battle had ended. Lelouch von Zehrtfeld read it with careful precision, eyes narrowing at every line detailing the destruction of the Apsalus and the sudden appearance of the Federation's unknown mobile suit. Rezen hovered nearby, lips pressed tight, while Liam stood just behind, his gaze flicking between Lelouch and the data pads.
Jason Arkadi, silent as always, leaned against the console, his fingers drumming lightly. His system had already analyzed every frame of the battlefield images, cross-referencing structural weaknesses, troop movements, and vehicle statistics. Yet, outwardly, he showed nothing—merely an observant young officer with unusual insight.
Char Aznable entered the room with quiet authority, his crimson uniform crisp, eyes scanning the reports before he addressed Lelouch directly. "Custom Zudah has performed exactly as intended," he said. "Production units can be adjusted further, but the prototype is reliable in combat."
Lelouch did not respond immediately. His mind was occupied by the latest communication from Tanya von Zehrtfeld. Her transmission had been terse but clear: Apsalus destroyed, Federation forces shocked, heavy casualties on both sides, and the Strike Gundam's sudden interference.
Rezen cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Sir, the report indicates that the Strike Gundam is unlike any previous unit. Conventional weapons are largely ineffective against it. It destroyed Ginias Sahalin in the Apsalus with remarkable efficiency."
Lelouch's gaze shifted to Jason. "Your analysis?"
Jason's expression remained calm. "The unit exhibits structural and armor characteristics similar to a Strike Gundam configuration… but modified. Its agility and defensive response are unprecedented. I cannot confirm the pilot identity from this world, but the mechanical template strongly resembles designs I have encountered." He allowed a brief pause, letting the words sink in without revealing his system.
Char's brow furrowed. "So the Federation has developed a Strike Gundam… but no one here knows who is piloting it?"
Jason nodded slightly. "That appears to be the case. Reports list it as a new Gundam, no official designation yet. Its armor system deflects conventional weapons almost entirely. Only careful maneuvering or exploiting environmental hazards could challenge it."
Lelouch pressed a finger to his lips, eyes narrowing. "And the pilot? Any clues from performance data?"
Jason shook his head. "Nothing concrete. All signs indicate a high-level strategist and extremely skilled pilot, but I cannot confirm identity from the timeline records available. The system cannot provide cross-dimensional data; all knowledge here is internal to this world."
Char leaned back slightly, voice measured. "I came here to ensure the Custom Zudah could be field-ready. It seems… the battlefield has already changed. Another Gundam appears without our knowledge. If production units are deployed prematurely, we risk disaster."
Rezen exhaled sharply. "So Tanya survived, Apsalus is destroyed, and yet a Federation pilot—an unknown—has completely reshaped the engagement."
Lelouch's gaze shifted to the images of the battlefield. Smoke rose where the Apsalus had been obliterated. Tanya's transmission had shown her fury, her voice steady even as her troops withdrew. "She handled the retreat with remarkable control, despite losses," he murmured. "But the Strike Gundam… I need to understand why this unit appeared, and why it's capable of overpowering everything Zeon had prepared."
Jason adjusted his stance, quiet for a moment, before offering, "From the data, I can infer the Gundam's operational efficiency and predict likely movement patterns. It seems the pilot understands combined-arms tactics instinctively, anticipating Zeon's defensive responses. The unit is optimized for both mobility and durability, which explains the devastation inflicted on Apsalus."
Char's gaze hardened. "So the Federation has a mobile suit that not only survives Zeon's artillery but can destroy our strategic weapon outright. That is… troubling."
Lelouch leaned forward, fingertips pressed to the console. "Indeed. Tanya's report confirms that Ginias Sahalin was killed, Aina and Norris Packard are alive, retreating with casualties, and the rest of the line is in disarray. I want every detail about the Strike Gundam and the pilot's behavior. Jason, extract every inference you can from structural analysis and battle footage. Char, I want a status report on the Custom Zudah's readiness for immediate deployment."
Jason's eyes flickered to Lelouch, an unspoken tension passing between them. Lelouch's awareness of Jason's earlier curiosity regarding his own name and identity still lingered, a quiet suspicion he had yet to act upon. Jason offered no hint, only the calm precision of an analytical mind.
"The Zudah prototype is fully functional," Char confirmed. "Armor integrity, mobility, and weapon systems all meet specifications. Field tests indicate it can withstand sustained conventional fire, but the pilot must remain highly skilled to counter unpredictable threats such as the Strike Gundam."
Lelouch's fingers traced the movement vectors of the Strike Gundam across the battle map. "Two weeks ago, this unit did not exist. Yet it arrived precisely when Apsalus engaged Federation forces. Its armor is advanced, its pilot highly efficient. And Tanya… she survived its interference but had to retreat. There is something else here—this isn't merely a mobile suit; it's a game-changer."
Jason tilted his head slightly. "I agree. From structural analysis alone, I can estimate the unit's potential, but the pilot's decision-making is exceptional. Conventional simulations would not predict the efficiency observed."
Char's voice carried a quiet edge. "I have seen many pilots in my time, but few anticipate actions as fluidly as this one. If the Federation manages to replicate the unit or pilot with similar skill, Zeon's current field operations could face catastrophic consequences."
Rezen muttered, "Sir, should we prioritize reinforcing Tanya's line or prepare the Custom Zudah for field deployment immediately?"
Lelouch's gaze remained fixed on the images. "Both. Tanya will require backup, and we cannot allow the Federation to capitalize on this one unit. Jason, prepare an in-depth predictive model of the Strike Gundam's potential engagements. Char, ready the Zudah for immediate deployment in support of operations."
Jason made a subtle nod. "Predictive modeling is underway. I can project likely attack patterns, estimated armor resilience, and probable operational zones. However, the pilot's decisions cannot be fully anticipated—there is a human element beyond mechanical prediction."
Char turned slightly toward him. "You are aware, of course, that this unit could easily outmatch the Custom Zudah if engaged recklessly."
Jason's lips twitched. "Yes. That is why precise strategy and tactical positioning will be paramount."
Lelouch exhaled slowly, thinking. "We must assume this is not just coincidence. Tanya survived because of skill and adaptability, but the timing of the Strike Gundam's appearance aligns too precisely with Apsalus' engagement to be random. Prepare for contingencies. Gihren and Kycilia must be informed—supervision will be required."
Jason's eyes flickered toward Lelouch briefly, the faintest glimmer of unease crossing his features. The situation was complex, and Lelouch's analytical abilities made him unpredictable. He maintained his calm facade, but internally he noted every nuance of Lelouch's reactions.
Char's gaze lingered on the battle footage. "I will continue overseeing the Custom Zudah's readiness. Deployment may be necessary within hours if another engagement occurs."
Rezen muttered, "Sir, the intelligence suggests the Federation is mobilizing additional support. White Base received new orders, possibly to intercept Zeon remnants and any surviving Apsalus fragments."
Jason interjected softly, "The Strike Gundam is likely the spearhead. Additional units will likely be conventional. However, the psychological impact of a single highly efficient mobile suit could destabilize Zeon morale."
Lelouch's eyes narrowed. "Then we must turn that psychological element into leverage. Tanya's line is retreating, but she is not defeated. Char, Zudah must be ready to act as a force multiplier for her when necessary. Jason, provide projection models for probable Strike Gundam movement. Rezen, maintain constant surveillance of Federation channels."
Char inclined his head. "Understood."
Inside, Jason's mind briefly wandered. This is almost exactly like a unit from another timeline I've seen… the patterns, the mechanics… it's uncanny. He quickly dismissed the thought from the external conversation, keeping the internal realization tightly contained. No one could know he was thinking this; it could complicate everything.
Lelouch exhaled, shoulders tensing. "Even so, we must consider all possibilities. Tanya survived a near-catastrophic engagement, the Strike Gundam remains active, and Federation morale is likely high. Char, we cannot ignore the Custom Zudah's operational capability. Prepare contingency deployment orders immediately."
Char's expression was unreadable. "Acknowledged. Deployment readiness will be confirmed within the hour."
Rezen glanced nervously at the screens. "Sir, Tanya's last transmission indicated she and remaining units are retreating toward Odessa. Casualties are heavy, and conventional defensive lines are compromised."
Jason nodded silently, keeping his internal note to himself. There's more at play here than anyone knows. The timing, the efficiency… this isn't just a coincidence. But they don't need to know what I'm thinking—not yet.
Lelouch's fingers tapped rhythmically on the console. "That is expected. The Apsalus is gone, the Federation pilot is in play, and Tanya is alive. We will leverage her survival, and we will prepare for the next engagement. Jason, your projections will be key. Char, Zudah readiness must be absolute."
Jason's gaze returned to the console. "All calculations are proceeding. Predicted strike patterns, armor stress points, and unit mobility are being processed. Contingency simulations for Tanya's support are active."
Char tilted his head. "And the Federation pilot? Do we have any estimate on operational capacity?"
Jason's lips curved faintly. "Exceedingly high. But I will provide stress point projections based on observable performance. Tactical adaptability is the primary variable, human decisions will always remain unpredictable."
Lelouch leaned back, letting his mind run through every possible scenario. Tanya, retreating yet alive. Strike Gundam, highly efficient and unknown. Custom Zudah, ready but limited to Char's supervision. The battlefield was shifting, unpredictable, but he now had the data and the people to respond.
Rezen cleared his throat. "Sir, how do you intend to proceed?"
Lelouch's eyes glimmered with cold calculation. "We prepare, we observe, and we wait. Tanya's survival ensures Zeon's continued presence. The Strike Gundam is a threat, but not unbeatable. We will leverage information, anticipate movements, and deploy strategic units at the exact moment necessary. Jason, predictive models will guide our decisions. Char, ensure the Zudah is deployed only when it can maximize impact."
Jason nodded subtly, maintaining his calm demeanor. Char's lips pressed into a thin line, and Rezen exhaled. The room fell silent except for the soft hum of consoles and communication channels.
Lelouch's eyes lingered on Tanya's communication. "She will retreat, but she will fight again. And when she does, we will be ready."
Jason's internal mind ran through simulations, quietly tallying every variable, every potential reaction. Lelouch's gaze, the unknown Federation pilot, the surviving Zeon forces—all factors in the equation.
Char's thoughts turned to the Custom Zudah and its role, silently acknowledging that this battle was far from over.
Outside, the battlefield lay in ruins. Smoke and fire marked the Apsalus' destruction, but the war was not finished. Each faction prepared, each mind calculated, each machine awaited its next command.
And in the quiet hum of the command center, plans were being laid, simulations running, and the wheels of strategy turning ever onward.