The Throne of Light – Arthur King's POV
The golden light of the throne room dimmed.
The momentous broadcast had ended. The world had seen. The world had heard.
And yet, Arthur King sat unmoving upon his grand seat of polished white steel, his crown glinting faintly beneath the celestial dome above. The chamber—vast, echoing, godlike in scale—felt hollow now.
He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin upon his clasped hands.
As if listening to the silence that followed judgment.
Footsteps.
Light, slow, deliberate.
Merlin approached from the side, his robe flowing like mist behind him. A walking enigma of science and sorcery, his eyes always too calm, his voice too soft.
> "Is it okay… Your Majesty?" Merlin asked gently, his voice echoing beneath the vaulted ceiling.
A long pause.
Arthur didn't look at him. His gaze remained distant, fixed on something beyond sight. Perhaps it was the Earth… perhaps it was something far deeper.
Then came the reply.
> "What is it okay?" Arthur's voice was hollow. Tired.
"It's already too late."
Merlin's expression tightened. He nodded once—regretfully.
> "…Yeah. It's already too late."
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The Next Strike
Arthur slowly stood from his throne, his royal cape draping around his armored form like a shroud.
He stepped forward into the center of the room. As he raised his hand, a massive spherical projection appeared—Earth, shining blue, marked with red flares across the cities they had just cleansed.
Then his eyes shifted toward the center of the planet. Toward Geneva Quadrant, the heart of the Earth Federation. The High Command. The central nerve of the old world.
A place still breathing… still resisting.
Arthur spoke, and his voice carried like a blade drawn from a scabbard.
> "Give Bedivere and Bors a new command."
Merlin bowed slightly.
> "Yes, Your Majesty."
Arthur's hand clenched into a fist.
> "Eradicate Earth Power."
A soft chime rang out as the command signal was transmitted.
Merlin's eyes gleamed as he turned to execute the order.
> "At your orders, Your Majesty."
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Scene: The Sleeping Threat
Far away—in the void of space above Earth's upper atmosphere—two mobile suits floated in silence.
Massive. Armored. Sleeping gods.
Gundam Bedivere: a dark, cloaked scythe-wielder with armor like obsidian flame.
Gundam Bors: a colossal shieldbearer, white-plated and relentless like a fortress of justice.
Inside their cockpits, their pilots awoke from silence as red light bathed their instruments.
A message flickered into existence.
> [ NEW GRAND ORDER RECEIVED ]
[ TARGET: EARTH FEDERATION HIGH COMMAND – LOCATION LOCKED ]
[ AUTHORIZATION: ARTHUR KING ]
With a single heartbeat…
They began their descent.
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Scene Cut: Earth – Geneva Quadrant
The Federation leaders still debated, unaware that above them, judgment now fell from the heavens.
Not far from the facility, inside a small hospital room—
Nura was still recovering.
Still watching the skies.
Still bleeding from where he bit his lip in anguish.
And soon—
War would come to his doorstep.
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Scene: Earth Federation High Command – Geneva Headquarters
The war room stank of sweat and desperation.
Dozens of ministers, high-ranking generals, intelligence officers, and heads of planetary councils were packed into the fortified chamber—shouting, spitting, screaming.
The air was electric. Hot. Tense. On the brink of breaking.
> "We need to deploy the Earthbreaker Fleet! Now!"
> "We can't! They're still docked at Tycho and not cleared for atmospheric re-entry!"
> "Then activate Mars Command—bring the Red Guard online!"
> "Mars Command is blacked out! Nothing's coming through since the Rios City obliteration!"
Holograms of burning cities hovered over the table: Valkiron, Seventh Colony, Rios, Berez, the Eighth Colony... All gone. Flattened. Silenced.
> "Seven Gundams. Seven attacks. Simultaneous."
> "They knew our blind spots. Our weaknesses."
> "This… this shouldn't be possible. Gundams were banned. Destroyed."
> "We promised never to build them again. We made that vow after Gundam Malaya."
The Chief Intelligence Officer slammed a shaking fist on the table.
> "We kept that promise. But they didn't."
A minister stumbled back into a chair, face pale as ash.
> "Who the hell are they?! Who is Camelot?! Where did they get seven Gundams?!"
Silence. Then chaos erupted again.
> "This is an act of galactic terrorism!"
> "This is war!"
> "We need a statement! We need retaliation!"
> "Retaliate against what?! We don't even know where they are!"
The lights flickered. A hush fell.
A technician at the back of the room raised a hand, visibly trembling.
> "S-sirs. I'm receiving… a new orbital scan."
> "What now…?"
> "Two new heat signatures. Unknown class. Falling fast."
A sudden coldness swept the room.
> "Where are they headed?"
The technician hesitated.
> "T-They're descending directly toward Geneva Sector."
> "Geneva—here?!"
Panic detonated.
> "Scramble all defenses!"
> "Get the civilian government underground!"
> "Evacuate the central district!"
> "Contact the Prime Executive—NOW!"
> "WHERE ARE OUR MOBILE SUIT TEAMS?!"
Screams echoed as guards and officials fled into side corridors.
On the screen, the orbital feed zoomed in.
Two blazing objects tore through the stratosphere—shaped like lances of light. One gold. One violet.
The names appeared in bold :
> [GUNDAM BEDIVERE]
[GUNDAM BORS]
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Scene: Hospital – Geneva Outskirts (Ferius Nura POV)
Nura stirred, sweat clinging to his skin. He'd barely slept—his body stitched together from the last battle, his mind unraveling.
The hospital room was quiet. Too quiet.
He could hear only the ticking of the wall clock… and his heartbeat, heavy in his ears.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, haunted by Valkiron.
By that voice.
> "I will remember you."
Suddenly, something tugged at his instincts.
A chill.
He sat up slowly, then turned to the wide window. For a brief second, everything was still.
Then—
The sky split open.
Two brilliant lights streaked from above, tearing through the heavens with trails of fire and lightning.
No thunder.
Just silence.
And the terrifying, deafening presence of something unnatural falling from the stars.
> "No," Nura whispered. "No, no, not again…"
His body froze as realization set in.
> They're coming here.
He pushed himself up, staggering toward the window, hand pressed to the glass.
The hospital trembled.
Then the city-wide alarms began to blare.
> WEE-OOH. WEE-OOH. WEE-OOH.
Doctors screamed in the halls. Patients cried. Nurses ran past with stretchers.
The emergency broadcast began to echo from every speaker:
> "WARNING: UNIDENTIFIED MOBILE SUITS DESCENDING OVER GENEVA. ALL PERSONNEL TO EVACUATE. REPEAT—UNIDENTIFIED MOBILE SUITS DESCENDING—"
Nura stood frozen at the glass, staring at the falling demons.
Two.
Two more Gundams.
Camelot had come again.
And this time, he was too close to run.
---
Gundam Bedivere & Gundam Bors POV
Scene: Upper Stratosphere – Above Earth – Bedivere & Bors POV
The planet hung like a jewel below them.
Two burning trails sliced through the heavens — fiery lines drawn by fate itself. Wrapped in atmospheric fire, two majestic machines plummeted silently toward their target.
> [GUNDAM BEDIVERE – CLASS: KNIGHT HEAVY STRIKE]
[GUNDAM BORS – CLASS: JUSTICAR PULSE ARMOR]
They were not just mobile suits. They were the will of a kingdom.
And they carried out a sacred order.
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Inside Gundam Bedivere — Pilot: Bedivere
The cockpit was austere. No idle lights. No unnecessary chatter.
Only focus.
Sir Bedivere, Knight of the Crimson Sun, sat motionless. His breathing was steady. His grip was firm.
The Earth Federation High Command's coordinates blinked red on his targeting display.
> "False kings sit in marble halls, ruling from shadows," he muttered under his breath. "No more."
A voice echoed in his comms.
---
Inside Gundam Bors — Pilot: Bors
Sir Bors grinned faintly, the glow of his pulse systems reflecting off his visor. Unlike Bedivere's solemnity, Bors radiated righteous heat — justice with a heartbeat.
> "Still the same, Bedivere? All grim steel and no voice."
> "No need for words when the sword speaks," Bedivere replied.
> "I speak because they need to hear why they fall," Bors said. "Not just death… but meaning."
The Earth stretched wide below them now — Geneva in sight. Towers. Courtyards. The seat of Earth's crumbling might.
---
TARGET LOCKED: Earth Federation High Command – Genevan Complex
Their mobile suits shimmered in the sunlight as fire burned away from their descent.
Bedivere — cloaked in silver and crimson. A knight's silhouette in machine form.
Bors — darker blue armor, his pulse emitter humming with power, broad and imposing.
> "Do you regret anything, Bors?" Bedivere asked coldly.
> "Only that we waited so long," Bors answered. "Justice delayed is still injustice."
Bedivere nodded once.
> "The world chose to forget what Gundams mean. Today, we remind them."
> "They'll curse us," Bors added. "But they'll listen."
They did not flinch as their targeting systems gave the final alert.
---
STRIKE PATH: CONFIRMED
TARGET ZONE: Geneva Central — Civil & Military Authority Hub
COLLATERAL: MAXIMUM
> "For the Kingdom of Camelot," Bors whispered.
> "For our King," Bedivere answered.
Their voices then rose together, as if reciting a sacred vow.
> "FOR CAMELOT!"
> "FOR KING ARTHUR!"
And they descended—like judgment wrapped in steel.
---
Ferius Nura's POV
The hospital was quiet, eerily so. The kind of silence that made you feel like the world had stopped spinning.
Nura sat up in bed, pain lancing through his ribs. His arm was still stiff from the last battle. His vision blurry. But something outside—something in the sky—had pulled him from uneasy sleep.
Through the glass, the clouds split apart.
Two rays of light, burning like swords from heaven, pierced through the clouds at impossible speed.
> "No…"
He stood up, grabbing the windowsill, breath sharp.
> "That's not normal descent velocity—"
His heart dropped. They weren't meteors.
They were Gundams.
Bedivere and Bors.
He could feel it. Even from this far. The same pressure… the same crushing force… the same aura that fell on Valkiron.
> "NURSE!" he shouted, stumbling toward the door.
"GET EVERYONE OUT OF THIS FLOOR—NOW!"
A nurse rushed in, startled. "Nura, you need to rest—"
> "NO TIME! THEY'RE GOING TO STRIKE!" he screamed, grabbing her wrist. "IT'S A DIRECT IMPACT—IT'LL TAKE OUT THIS WHOLE DISTRICT!"
Nurses and patients in nearby rooms turned, startled. Murmurs of confusion began.
> "What are you talking about?! What's coming?" a patient asked.
Nura turned back to the window.
The two lights were closer now. Massive. Faster. Brutal.
And then, they lowered their lances — not metaphorical, but literal — and aimed directly at the Earth Federation High Command in the center of the city.
> "No… they're not going to stop."
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Elsewhere — Earth Federation High Command
The command room descended into hysteria.
> "Two unidentified Mobile Suits closing in!"
"No transmissions. No warnings."
"Velocity is—there's no parachute or retro-thrusters!"
> "My god… they're not landing. They're diving."
And then—
CRASH.
---
Back to Nura
> "GET DOWN!" he shouted, lunging forward.
The world shattered.
A blinding light engulfed the skyline as both Gundams crashed directly into the Earth Federation tower — the sheer kinetic impact vaporizing the structure before sound could even catch up.
The shockwave hit.
Windows exploded inward.
Steel screamed and walls split open.
The floor cracked beneath him.
Nura was hurled backward as fire ripped through the sky. The hospital began to tilt. People screamed. Sirens flared.
> "NO—MOVE—EVERYONE GET OUT—" he roared, but it was too late.
The blast radius spread like a wave, leveling everything in a five-block zone. Flames consumed the skyline. The hospital trembled, and then the upper floors began to collapse.
Nura saw the ceiling coming down.
> "No—!"
Darkness.
---
Silence. Smoke.
Nura lay half-buried beneath rubble, one eye barely open, blood down his forehead. Through the broken wall, he could just make out the twin Gundams, standing amidst the burning ruins, silent and unmoved.
His breath caught as he watched them.