0079 | Mobile Suit Gundam Uc

The Zaku pilot paused. The battlefield was silent. The fires were dying. He saw the crippled Ball (Darius) and one surviving Ball (Milos) fleeing in the opposite direction. But the third one—the one that had thrown the rock—was gone. No heat signature. No comms. Just a ghost.

“Three left,” Aris whispered. “Three left, three left…”

Darius laughed, but it was a hollow sound. “Kid, we’re the Maggots. We don’t get Gundams. We get Balls. And we make them work.”

The Zaku pilot thrashed. He slammed his mobile suit against the crater wall, trying to crush her. Armor buckled. Alarms screamed in Aris’s cockpit. But she held on. And she pulled. mobile suit gundam uc 0079

That was three months ago. Now, in November of UC 0079, she found herself staring at a different kind of grave: the lunar surface around the Zeon stronghold of Granada.

“I don’t want a ribbon,” Aris said. “I want a mobile suit. A real one.”

“Maggot Six! Maggot Six! I’ve got you! I’ve got you!” The Zaku pilot paused

Then the Zakos moved.

“Holy… shit,” Milos breathed.

The Ghosts of Loum

“Copy, Lead,” Aris replied, her hands sweating inside her standard-issue suit. She toggled her scope. The lunar regolith was a pale, blinding white. And there, nestled in the shadow of a collapsed crater wall, was the target: a Zeon resupply depot. It was small, lightly guarded, but vital. The Federation couldn’t win a stand-up fight. They had to bleed Zeon drop by drop.

He sat down on the edge of her cot. “They’re giving you a commendation. ‘For extraordinary initiative and bravery in the face of the enemy.’ It’s a piece of ribbon.”