Mobile Suit Gundam Uc 0079 -

“Holy… shit,” Milos breathed.

They drifted in on thrusters set to minimum, looking like a cluster of asteroids. The Zeon outpost was quiet. Two MS-06J Zakus stood at idle, their reactors humming a low thrum that Aris could feel through her seat. Their pilots, confident in Zeon’s space superiority, were probably playing cards.

“Three left,” Aris whispered. “Three left, three left…” mobile suit gundam uc 0079

The Maggots opened fire. The 180mm cannons were not accurate, but at this range, they didn’t need to be. Explosions bloomed against the prefab fuel silos. A river of liquid hydrogen ignited, turning the crater into a miniature sun.

“Break! Break!” Darius shouted.

Taggart didn’t scream. His comm just went dead as the heat hawk bisected his cockpit.

She was a pilot now. Not of a sleek, powerful Gundam, but of the Federation’s workhorse coffin: the RB-79 Ball. “Holy… shit,” Milos breathed

“Now,” Darius said.

She fired her attitude thrusters, spinning the Ball like a discus thrower, and released the boulder. Two MS-06J Zakus stood at idle, their reactors