“Yeah,” Rolf said, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers. “Normal down.”
Ruins of St. Lo, Earth, U.C. 0079
At Nav Point 7, the resupply team was already setting up the portable catapult. A young tech with grease on his face waved him into the repair cradle. Mobile Suit Gundam- MS Sensen 0079 -Normal Down...
Then Thunder Lead’s voice: “Thunder 3, report.”
He walked the GM backward, each step a prayer to the actuators. The ruined city loomed on both sides—dead apartment blocks, a burned-out Type 61 tank, a Zeon supply truck still smoking. Somewhere, a child was crying. Or maybe it was the wind through shattered glass. “Yeah,” Rolf said, lighting a cigarette with trembling
Silence.
It moved.
Rolf saw it through his GM’s primary camera—a flicker, then a dead glass orb. He didn’t cheer. He’d learned not to. A disabled Zaku wasn’t dead. It was a trap.