PLANT Independence

The crisis on Junius 7 was resolved in an almost absurd manner.

There were no cheers, no celebrations.

When Le Creuset Team returned to the Vesalius, the hangar held only the hydraulic hiss of mechanical arms moving ammunition and the subdued voices of maintenance personnel.

Meanwhile, the Earth Alliance's frontline commander at Ptolemaios Base on the Moon slumped in his chair, his clothes drenched with sweat.

No one dared to help him up, and no one dared to speak.

The static still danced tirelessly across the main screen, emitting a monotonous hiss as though mocking the roomful of speechless people.

If ZAFT had merely deployed superior-performing Mobile Suits—even monsters capable of taking on a hundred enemies alone—they could have understood.

War was a contest of technology, a stacking of resources.

But the power that thing had displayed had already surpassed the realm of "weapons."

It had not fired any physical ammunition or energy beams. It had merely existed there, and three hundred Mobile Armors had been crushed and burst apart.

Before the terror of having their understanding completely overturned, any will to wage war would be ground into dust.

A few hours later, a communication request with an extremely low encryption level crossed the battlefield littered with wreckage and reached the bridge of the Vesalius.

Its contents were simple to the point of humility: the Earth Alliance requested ceasefire negotiations.

P.L.A.N.T. likewise had no reason to continue the war.

P.L.A.N.T.'s entire foundation consisted of only a few space colonies. In population, resources, and industrial capacity, it stood at an absolute disadvantage in every regard.

War was fought with logistics, with national strength—

And so, this war that had begun so abruptly and ended even more abruptly was paused amid an eerie atmosphere.

The negotiations were held in a conference