"Haah! Haah!"
Though he had fought all the way from space to this unknown planet, the "Chosen Pilot," Kira Yamato, had given it everything he had. Even so, the warship carrying his companions had been shot down by those terrifying machines of the Mechanical Clan.
Looking at the ship in the distance, now wrecked and engulfed in flames, then at the six machines surrounding him in a semicircle, Kira was consumed by anxiety. Remaining on guard, he shouted into the comms:
"Freedom Gundam calling the captain!"
"This is Kira!"
"Captain!"
"Everyone!"
"How are you doing?"
"Please respond!"
"Freedom calling the captain!"
"Please respond!"
"Please respond!!"
Yet after calling several times in a row, he received no reply. He had no idea whether the Mechanical Clan had jammed or intercepted their communications, or whether the crew had all died when the warship made its hard landing.
Kira didn't dare dwell on it. He gritted his teeth, pressed the repeat-call button, and fixed his gaze on the six machines arranged in a semicircle before him.
There was no doubt about it: those machines from the Mechanical Clan looked a little like the Strike he'd once piloted, but they were taller and more streamlined—and incredibly powerful!
How powerful were they?
Powerful enough that even with Freedom, a nuclear-powered mobile suit with an almost limitless energy supply, Kira Yamato had been unable to shoot down a single one—not even after giving it his all and repeatedly entering SEED mode. He hadn't even managed to save his warship!
That was right. He hadn't taken down even one!
By now, they had chased him all the way to the surface of this planet and surrounded him. It seemed he had no chance of escaping.
This was a planet with gravity and an atmosphere, not the weightless