"Damn those evil Naturals!"
Every weapon has its weakness, and thrusters are undoubtedly the most glaring vulnerability of the humanoid weapon MS GINN.
After all, even warships—steel constructs symbolizing human wisdom and power—would meet destruction and death if struck in their "rear," the blue-flamed thrusters.
How much more vulnerable must the mere humanoid mobile weapon MS GINN be?
With only time to utter this final curse upon the world...
The Coordinator who had personally eliminated dozens of Natural Moebius pilots soon transformed into another fireball in the cosmic expanse.
Only light and heat remained to testify to his former existence.
"Mitt's dead?"
On the screens of the remaining Coordinators' MS GINN units, the light representing their ally dimmed.
Marking the first casualty on their side since the battle began.
Two or three Coordinator pilots frowned, unable to help feeling regret for their fallen comrade.
The battle had progressed smoothly, with the Federation's Natural Moebius forces being utterly routed.
All that remained was comfortably picking off the enemy warships one by one to conclude this engagement.
Then they could advance toward the L4 Space Colony Satellite region—which those foolish Naturals desperately defended—like lions strolling through their hunting grounds.
Declaring to those trembling lamb-like Naturals that the armies they relied on couldn't protect them.
Applying further pressure to make the East Asian contingent of the Federation forces understand:
You!
Including the armies you consider your Great Wall!
Are nothing but crumbling sand before our ZAFT Forces!
If you want to survive, bow obediently to us superior Coordinators!
Kneel before us!
Only...
"Ah, poor Mitt. To fall just before the dawn of victory."
Generals inevitably die in battle; earthenware inevitably breaks by the well.
An uninformed Coordinator pilot lamented.
Though their MS GINN units were formidable, and Coordinators like them could fight one against a hundred...
Casualties were still inevitable.
"Indeed, indeed," another Coordinator pilot agreed.
Since the war began, ZAFT Forces had been chasing the Federation troops, almost as if Coordinators were invincible against any number under ten thousand.
They'd now reached the point where a single warship could charge into enemy formations to capture flags and slay generals.
Yet excessive carelessness could still lead to falling into the Naturals' cunning traps and perishing in ambushes.
They all assumed the recently fallen Mitt had met such a fate—surrounded and beaten to death by those Naturals.
"You idiots! Face your opponents properly!"
"Mitt wasn't killed in some gang-up! He was taken down one-on-one by a single Moebius!"
The squadron leader, acting as battlefield commander for the six MS GINN units, roared over comms.
Initially, he'd shared his subordinates' assumptions.
But the video footage and alerts from their rear warship...
Left him ice-cold after reviewing the complete data.
His heart... sank like a stone.
"How is this possible?" The Coordinator squad leader reviewed the data again at double speed.
He simply couldn't comprehend how that Moebius unit that shot down his subordinate could perform atmospheric combat maneuvers in space.
"This shouldn't be possible?" The leader forwarded the video footage to his remaining subordinates.
Let them see it too, and perhaps curb their arrogance in the process!
"Truly, a centipede dies but never falls down. The Federation! No, East Asia has produced another genius!"
"Damn it!" The leader slammed his control panel and decisively turned around, abandoning his course toward the Federation's Nelson-class battleship formation.
The top priority now was to eliminate that East Asian genius from the Federation!
Otherwise, if those Naturals took notice of this genius and replicated his experience across their entire military...
The consequences would be unthinkable!
He would become a criminal in Coordinator history, forever nailed to the pillar of shame!
"Leader, I'll go with you!"
Seeing their leader turn around and having watched the recorded footage from the rear battleship that the leader had forwarded...
Though they still couldn't understand how that Natural's Moebius achieved such feats...
That didn't stop these Coordinators—none of whom lacked intelligence—from sensing the danger.
Two or three Coordinator pilots shouted in unison before turning their machines to follow their leader.
To bury that Federation genius before he could make his mark on the battlefield.
"Josie, Matsutaro, you two come with me."
Having changed course, the leader heard his subordinates' calls. After a moment's thought, he named two individuals.
He then ordered the remaining subordinates to continue advancing and assist their battleships in taking down the Naturals' vessels.
This was his contingency plan: if their three-unit squad could shoot down that Moebius, all would be well—they could continue executing the high command's orders to intimidate the L4 Colony Satellite.
But if, by some chance, their three Jin units failed...
As long as they destroyed the enemy battleships, that Moebius with its limited range would never make it back alone to the foolish Naturals' Nova Resource Satellite.
Then!
A dead genius would no longer be a genius!
"Hmm."
Coordinator leader Tyler glanced at his teammates, confident that three of them couldn't possibly fail to shoot down a single Natural-piloted Moebius.
"Everyone, for our fallen brethren at Junius Seven! For the world we Coordinators will create!"
After careful consideration, seeing no possible failure, Leader Tyler didn't forget to rally his teammates.
"Yeah! For Junius Seven! For our Coordinators' future!"
Truth be told, neither Josie nor Matsutaro believed their three-unit sortie would return empty-handed.
Responding to their leader's rallying cry, they enthusiastically shouted back.
Then the three Jin units' thrusters flared violently, streaking like meteors toward the last known location of their fallen comrade Mitt.
Just wait, Natural genius—this will be your grave!
Meanwhile, due to his outstanding performance in single-handedly downing a Coordinator Jin...
Wang Hu remained unaware that this modest achievement had drawn three Jin units after him—nearly half of the Coordinators' current forces.
"To catch rebels, first catch their leader."
Piloting his Moebius, Wang Hu wasn't basking in his previous achievements.
He didn't think he could take on the rest of the Jins single-handedly.
Even though he possessed the character template of the White Devil, Amuro, complacency and underestimating the enemy were emotions that never existed within him.
Caution was absolutely necessary.
"Maybe if I had a Moebius Zero, it'd be possible—but this stripped-down Moebius? No way."
Silently maneuvering his fighter, thanks to the Coordinators' aggressive advance earlier,
Wang Hu effortlessly slipped close to the enemy Coordinator's warship as the Laurasia-class battleship pressed forward.
Staring at the warship, after deeply assessing his current combat capabilities, he decided that the best course of action was to eliminate it outright.
Without this ship, if those Jins still dared to engage his forces instead of fleeing immediately—
Heh heh heh, once they exhausted their energy, he could effortlessly subdue them without a fight.
"I wonder, if I actually manage to capture a few intact Jins, given my track record, would command assign one to me?"
Spreading and clenching his hands, Wang Hu stared greedily at the enemy warship's engines and muttered.
(End of Chapter)