Nura's POV – Aftermath of the Impact
Silence.
Only the sound of dust settling, steel creaking, and distant fires crackling filled the air.
Nura opened his eyes—barely.
Rubble pressed down on his back. One arm was pinned. Blood was dripping into his left eye. His breathing was ragged, each inhale scraping through smoke and pain.
> I'm… alive?
He turned his head slowly. The corridor was gone. Collapsed. The entire right wing of the hospital was reduced to molten rubble.
Bodies… broken equipment… the faint flicker of emergency lights… Everything blurred together.
> I told them… I warned them… but it wasn't enough…
He clenched his free hand—trembling fingers curling into dust.
A metal beam shifted above him, groaning ominously. He gritted his teeth and pulled.
> "Ggh—!"
With a cry of pain, Nura freed his arm. It was dislocated. Useless. His shoulder screamed with fire. But he didn't care.
He began to crawl.
> "Anyone… alive?" he whispered hoarsely. "Nurse… doctor… anyone?"
No reply.
He kept crawling—blood leaving a trail behind him.
Then he saw it.
Through the gaping hole in the hospital wall, through the smoke and destruction, the two Gundams—Bedivere and Bors—stood amidst the decimated Earth Federation High Command.
Flames danced across their armor.
Bedivere, standing with a knight's stoicism—his silver frame and red crest glowing with restrained nobility.
Bors, his golden frame marked by angular shoulders and wings of pale light, watched the destruction with calm finality.
> "Monsters…" Nura breathed. "No… not monsters. Knights."
As if hearing his words, Bors turned his head.
Their eyes met—just briefly. A red glow in the distance locked with Nura's bloodied gaze.
But neither fired.
> They've completed their mission…
Suddenly, both Gundams turned, rising with deafening thrusters, ascending into the clouds, vanishing into the smoke like phantoms.
Gone.
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Nura dropped his head, breath shallow.
> "Why… why are they doing this…?"
And then, through a broken comm panel nearby—barely flickering—a voice crackled through the static.
> "…all units… respond… medical emergency… survivors in Sector 9… repeat—evac needed—"
Nura's head snapped up.
> I'm not done. Not yet.
With one last push of strength, he dragged himself toward the sound.
> "There are still people alive… I need to… help…"
His bloodied hand gripped the frame of a broken doorway. His eyes, blurry with tears and smoke, locked on the distant city skyline—now blackened with fire.
> "Arthur King… Camelot…"
He coughed blood.
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[Earth Federation Mobile Suit Pilot POV]
"Squad 2, move into flanking position!"
"Squad 4, engage from the south ridge! Provide covering fire!"
Twelve Earth Federation mobile suits soared through the smoke-filled sky, charging toward the wreckage of the Earth Federation High Command. Dust still clouded the impact crater, but the targets stood tall and clear—two towering machines gleaming with otherworldly presence.
> "Unknown hostiles located. Target identifiers confirmed—same specs as the ones at Valkiron. This is real…"
"Focus fire!" the commanding officer barked. "These things are not invincible!"
Green beams lanced through the sky. The ground shook with impact. The Federation pilots circled, moving with precision.
Then…
Bedivere moved.
Like a knight unsheathing a divine blade, his long lance ignited, and with one graceful, fluid step—he pierced a Federation suit straight through the cockpit.
> "What the hell?!"
An explosion bloomed. Debris rained from above.
Bors descended next, like a meteor, wings ablaze with radiant energy. His twin shoulder-mounted cannons rotated forward—
> BRRRRAAAAMMMMM!!!
A beam ripped through two more Federation suits, vaporizing them mid-dodge.
Panic overtook the comms.
> "Too fast—he's too fast!!"
> "I can't get a lock—!"
> "Behind you—BEHIND—!!"
Another mobile suit was cleaved in half by Bedivere's blade, the pilot's scream cutting off as static swallowed the line.
Within seconds, five Federation mobile suits had fallen.
The remaining pilots scattered in panic, trying to regroup.
> "Command! This is Squad Vireo! We're getting decimated—we need backup—"
But there was no time.
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[Nura's POV – Ground Level]
He ran through the twisted hospital ruins, one hand clutching his side, breath ragged. His body ached, and blood stained his torn uniform, but Nura couldn't stop.
> "Anyone?! Is anyone still here?!"
He climbed over broken concrete, broken beds, shattered walls. The Earth Federation High Command building loomed just ahead, or what remained of it—a crater filled with flame and ruin.
A distant explosion rocked the ground.
He stumbled, shielding his face from the heat.
Then he saw them.
The Federation mobile suits—burning. Falling. Failing.
And towering above the chaos… Bedivere.
The knight-like Gundam raised his lance again.
> No—
Nura froze.
A Federation mobile suit flew overhead—desperate, wounded, trying to retreat.
But too slow.
Bedivere turned with inhuman speed—thrust once—
> KRRRRAKOOOOOM!!!
A fireball erupted mid-air. Shrapnel tore through the sky—
—and a massive chunk of burning metal slammed into the ground near Nura.
> "Guh—!"
The shockwave hurled him back.
He slammed into the rubble, gasping, ribs screaming. A long metal shard grazed his thigh, cutting deep.
> Too close… that was too close…
The air was filled with deafening roars, explosions, and the eerie hum of Gundam thrusters.
Nura dragged himself under a fallen column, panting.
He watched, helpless, as the Federation's best were torn apart.
He bit his lip, eyes wide with fury and despair.
> "Camelot...Gundam...!"
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The air reeked of burning steel and scorched concrete.
Emergency sirens wailed in the far distance, distorted and broken—dying sounds from a dying city.
Nura stumbled through the rubble, ash clinging to his skin like a second layer of flesh. He could barely hear anything but the roar of distant explosions and the crackling of fire eating through what remained of the Earth Federation High Command.
He didn't remember how he got this far. Just the ringing in his ears… and the blood. So much blood.
> "Captain…!"
His voice broke as he spotted her—Graven, half-buried beneath shattered concrete and a collapsed mobile suit wing. Her armor was torn, her helmet cracked, and blood trickled from her temple like ink leaking from a pen.
She was barely breathing.
> "No… no no no…"
Nura dropped to his knees and dug her out with trembling hands. The heat of the ruins seared his palms, but he didn't stop. Couldn't stop.
> "Stay with me, Captain…"
Her eyelids fluttered. She murmured something, but the words were lost beneath the low rumble of another explosion—closer this time.
A sickening metallic screech echoed across the battlefield.
He looked up.
Two titanic silhouettes were descending through the thick clouds of smoke and dust. Silver and gold armor glinted like a divine omen, reflecting firelight as they landed with a seismic crash, obliterating what was left of the Federation's forward base.
Gundam Bedivere.
Gundam Bors.
The earth cracked beneath their arrival.
Another wave of shock and terror rushed over Nura's body. He turned, shielding Graven as the wind burst outward, hurling debris and glass across the ruins.
> Not again… not again…
His hand trembled as he reached for his comms device—broken.
No response.
No command structure.
No backup.
No army.
> We're alone.
He turned his head slowly.
The mobile suit Scorpio—Graven's unit—lay partially collapsed nearby, damaged from earlier battle, but still intact.
His mind raced.
> No one's coming.
They're going to finish what they started.
We'll die here.
She'll die here.
Unless…
Nura clenched his jaw.
> You already piloted it once… you can do it again.
But this wasn't like last time. This time wasn't about escape.
This time meant stepping onto a battlefield.
This time meant killing.
He hesitated.
> "I'm sorry… Captain…"
Gently, he pulled her into the cockpit, strapping her in, careful not to aggravate her wounds.
He climbed in beside her, sliding into the pilot seat as the hatch hissed shut. The interior lights flickered weakly—systems damaged but online.
As the cockpit sealed, everything else—the screams, the destruction, the wind—vanished into silence.
All that remained was the rhythmic hum of Scorpio's core… and his own ragged breathing.
> "Let's do this…"
> Even if it's suicide.
The console came to life.
[SYSTEM REBOOTING…]
[PILOT: NURA - TEMPORARY OVERRIDE ACCEPTED]
He gripped the controls. Tight. Blood from his hand dripped onto the dashboard.
The HUD flashed red.
Targets locked.
[GUNDAM: BEDIVERE]
[GUNDAM: BORS]
They were moving again—charging into the Federation's final defenses, cutting through what few mobile suits remained like paper.
Explosions bloomed like red flowers. Screams filled the comm channels.
And still… no orders. No leaders.
Only Nura.
> You don't belong here… you're not ready…
> But you're all that's left.
He looked at Graven, barely conscious beside him. Her lips moved again.
"…Nura…"
> "Don't worry. I will make sure you alive."
The Scorpio's engine roared to life, cracked metal groaning as its legs moved beneath it.
> "I need to hurry."
Nura braced himself.
The moment his foot pressed the thruster pedal, the Scorpio launched from the rubble like a phoenix rising from ash.
Straight toward the Gundams.