"..." At that moment, Kira—the pilot of the Freedom Gundam—received the repeated, practically open-channel communications from the underground factory's control center.
But he ignored the signals. Sitting expressionlessly in the cockpit, he let his mobile suit rocket toward space at full speed.
No one knew why he had done it, and he offered no explanation.
"..."
After flying for a while, he glanced at the irritating communications prompt in the cockpit. He thought for a moment, then simply reached out and shut it off. His fingers flew across several controls, and soon he had switched the mobile suit's communications to silent mode, rejecting all outside requests.
Then he sank back into his seat, leaned deep into it, and narrowed his eyes slightly. No one could tell what he was thinking, but he stopped paying attention to the battle on the ground.
"..."
"..."
Li Kui and Chao Jun, watching from the underground factory's control center, were naturally stunned.
They thought it over and over, but couldn't make sense of why the Freedom Gundam had suddenly chosen to do that.
If the battle had been going badly and the situation had been dire, and the Freedom's pilot had buckled under the pressure and fled to save himself, that would have been understandable.
But the battle was clearly one-sided. Humanity's victory was only a matter of time. And yet, just as they should have pressed their advantage and dealt the enemy a decisive blow, the pilot had run away?
Before they could figure it out, however, they had to turn their attention elsewhere.
On the big screen, the mechanical clan's units in the sky gradually eased their assault. At last, the observers could see what was happening amid the ruins near the battlefield.
It turned out that, using the recent bombardment and