G Project

The maglev train bound for ZAFT's Military Weapons Research Center was as quiet as a deep well.

Durandal leaned back against the cold synthetic leather seat, watching the walls flash past outside the window.

The train arrived, and the airtight doors slid open without a sound.

A cold, distinctly industrial scent rushed toward him.

The corridor walls were made of unpolished titanium alloy. Overhead fluorescent tubes cast a ghastly white light, stretching everyone's shadows long and thin.

A low mechanical hum echoed through the air, like the breathing of some colossal beast.

Several researchers in gray coveralls were gathered around a holographic projection, arguing over something. The moment they saw Durandal, their voices abruptly stopped.

The data tablet in the hands of a young man wearing thick black-framed glasses fell to the floor with a smack. He did not even notice, simply staring open-mouthed at the approaching figure.

Durandal Gilbert.

In PLANT, especially within scientific circles, that name was practically synonymous with myth.

As a teenager, he had single-handedly conquered S2 Influenza and developed the corresponding vaccine.

If not for him, the population of not only PLANT but even Earth would likely have been reduced by a third.

After that, he had led the early development of Mobile Suits, turning those humanoid weapons from theory into reality.

He was the true father of the "GINN."

Though he had quietly stepped away after the project's completion and entered politics, his legend had never faded.

"Senator D-Durandal? You came here today... could it be?!"

An older researcher was the first to react. He adjusted his glasses, trying to appear calm.

But when he saw the badge on Durandal's collar, he could no longer remain composed—

It was a platinum-white badge shaped like wings.

It was unmistakably a FAITH badge.

This was a