Gundam Fell from the Sky!

"Port-side barrage is too thin!"

Aboard a warship floating on the South China Sea, a young officer seated in the captain's chair shouted at the bridge crew.

He immediately picked up the wired phone beside him and called the hangar.

"How are the Mobile Suits coming along?"

"We need a little more time!"

Hearing the reply, the young officer in the captain's chair furrowed his brow.

His already small eyes narrowed to slits.

"Hurry up!"

The officer hung up and turned his attention back to the situation before him.

When they had left that strange island, they had been bound for Central Asia. But then they received direct orders from General Revil to head to Southeast Asia and assist with an investigation.

The whole situation had been a headache for the officer.

General Revil ought to know exactly what was going on aboard this ship.

Worse still, they had been spotted by a Zeon submarine as soon as they left port.

And now, the Zeon bastards had finally made their move, and the battle had begun.

"Boom!"

A torpedo struck the warship, and the violent shudder forced the officer to bend forward to steady himself.

He looked out through the porthole. On the deck, a white, blue, and red Mobile Suit was firing its Beam Rifle at the sea.

Around the ship, ripples spread across the surface as something circled beneath the water.

"Those Navy bastards!"

He angrily struck the armrest of the captain's chair.

As soon as they detected the Zeon submarine, he had launched anti-submarine operations and requested support from command.

But every one of those Far East Navy bastards was cowering in port, refusing to come out. At most, they sent a submarine out for a quick lap to pretend they were doing their jobs.

The officer understood the Navy's dire lack of equipment. They had gone a long time without receiving new gear, and their Mobile Suits were surely from a later production batch.

Even so, abandoning their allies like this made his blood boil!

"Report!"

At that moment, the voice of someone from CIC rang out.

"Go on."

The officer impatiently ordered the CIC operator to hurry up with her report.

"We've detected a friendly signal on radar!"

"What did you say?"

At the news, the officer immediately rose from the captain's chair.

Could friendly forces really be coming to help them now?

"Boom!"

Another explosion rocked the ship. The officer staggered a few steps, then made it to the CIC operator and grabbed her chair to steady himself.

"Let me see!"

"Yes! The identification code says... it's a Medea!"

The CIC operator immediately identified the friendly aircraft and looked up.

The officer also looked in that direction, hoping to catch sight of their ally.

Unfortunately, all he could see was a thick layer of clouds.

The Medea's signal kept drawing closer... closer...

Until it overlapped with the warship's signal, then passed right over it.

"So it was just passing by..."

The CIC operator stared out the window and murmured to herself.

She had been so hopeful that the Medea would enter the battlefield.

But she knew all too well that it was only a transport plane. Even if it threw itself into the battle without regard for its own safety, there was only so much it could do.

"No, it's not over yet!"

The female CIC operator's spirits had plummeted after the sudden rise and fall of her hopes. Just as she lowered her head, the officer shouted.

She looked up again and saw four new signals appear on the radar, overlapping with their ship's position!

"They're dropping in? That's bold. Contact the Gundam and get ready to receive them!"

The officer immediately understood what the four signals meant.

He returned to the captain's chair, sat down, and called to the CIC operator.

"Broadcast the news to the whole ship. They need to hear this!"

The Zeon forces had also noticed the activity above the clouds.

"Relax. They're probably just a few GMs or something. Underwater, we're invincible!"

After ending his call with the mothership, the leader of the three Z'Goks surrounding the warship turned his attention back to the battle.

According to that arrogant red-haired guy, the Mobile Suit on the ship had a limited number of shots for its Beam Rifle.

So long as the Z'Goks made good use of their mobility, they could exhaust the weapon's supply of beams. Then they could counterattack!

Thinking this, the Z'Gok leader prepared to fire another volley of torpedoes.

He focused his fire on the warship's port side, a tactic he'd chosen based on past combat data.

The warship had come all the way from space, and its port side had taken heavy damage throughout the journey. No matter how hard the maintenance crew had worked, its armor had to be considerably thinner by now.

The only problem was that the Z'Gok had to surface and approach the warship before it could launch its torpedoes.

After all, the warship was literally "floating" above the water!

That was right: its hull didn't dip beneath the sea at all. It hovered a certain distance above the surface.

That meant a torpedo had to break through the surface to hit the ship.

The Z'Gok leader immediately began to surface. Once he reached the waterline, the six torpedo tubes on his head fired at once.

As soon as he was done, he dived back down to evade the attack he expected to come.

But the anticipated attack never came.

"Did he miss?"

The leader immediately broke into a grin.

Still, he surfaced and dived several more times, each time coming closer to the surface, making sure the enemy wasn't trying to lure him into a trap.

After several tests, he finally confirmed it.

"Attack at will! Hahahaha! The Federation's Mobile Suits are nothing special!"

The leader descended to a certain depth, then ignited the rocket thrusters on his back. Using the buoyancy, he burst through the surface and continued climbing higher!

The Z'Gok broke through the sea, raised its right arm, and aimed at the Mobile Suit standing on the warship's deck.

That Mobile Suit aimed its Beam Rifle right back at him!

With the Z'Gok's powerful thrust driving him forward, the leader felt his blood rush backward.

For an instant, the world before him seemed to lose its color and go strangely unreal.

But when he saw the enemy pull the trigger—and the Beam Rifle failed to fire another beam—he couldn't help but bare a vicious grin.

His hand on the control stick immediately squeezed the trigger hard.

"We've won!"

"Bang!"

The sound of a cannon blast rang out just as the leader made his declaration!

The Z'Gok hanging in midair was struck head-on by a 180 mm shell. It broke apart into a heap of scrap and fell back into the sea.

The Mobile Suit on the deck turned to look up at the sky.

Five parachutes bloomed above the warship.

Four of them carried Gundam Ground Types.

There was no doubt about it: they were 86 Squad.

"Never thought I'd get to meet you this soon, Amuro."

Inside a Ground Type with smoke still rising from the barrel of its Cannon, Eli looked at the Mobile Suit on the deck.

That was the Gundam.