Gundam Descends from the Heavens!

"The barrage on the port side is too thin!"

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

Immediately after, he picked up the wired telephone at his side and questioned the hangar.

"How is the MS maintenance coming along!"

"It will still take a moment!"

Hearing this response, the young officer seated in the captain's chair could not help but knit his brows.

This caused his already small eyes to narrow into mere slits.

"Hurry it up!"

The officer hung up the phone and turned his gaze back to the situation unfolding before him.

When they departed from that strange Kojima, they had originally been scheduled to head for Central Asia, but they received direct orders from General Revil to proceed to Southeast Asia to assist with an investigation.

This had already given the officer a massive headache.

General Revil should have been well aware of the state of this ship.

What troubled him even more than that was the fact that the moment they left port, they were targeted by a Zeon submarine.

And now, the Zeon bastards had finally lost their patience and initiated a battle here.

"Boom!"

The violent tremor of a torpedo striking the warship forced the officer to hunch over to steady himself.

He looked out through the porthole, where a white, blue, and red machine on the deck was continuously firing its Beam Rifle at the sea surface.

On the water, one could see ripples patrolling around the hull of the ship.

"Those bastards in the Navy!"

He slammed his fist against the armrest of the captain's chair in resentment.

The moment he discovered the Zeon submarine, he had immediately initiated anti-submarine operations while simultaneously requesting support from above.

Yet those bastards in the Far East Navy were all cowering in their ports, refusing to come out, at most sending a submarine to circle around just to fulfill their duty.

The officer could understand the Navy's predicament regarding their outdated equipment; after all, it had been a long time since they had received new gear, and their MS allocations were certainly from the later batches.

Even so, abandoning friendly forces so casually still made his blood boil!

"Report!"

Just at that moment, the voice of the CIC suddenly rang out.

"Speak."

The officer impatiently urged the CIC to get on with the report.

"Friendly signal detected on radar!"

"What did you say!"

Hearing this news, the officer immediately stood up from the captain's chair.

At a time like this, could there really be friendly forces coming to assist them?

"Boom!"

Another explosion caused the officer to stumble a few steps, but he managed to reach the CIC's side and steady himself by gripping her chair.

"Show me, quickly!"

"Yes! According to the identification code... it's a Medea!"

The CIC immediately identified the friendly craft and looked up.

The officer also looked up in that direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of the friendly forces.

But unfortunately, all that met his gaze were thick, heavy clouds.

The signal from that Medea kept approaching, and approaching...

Until it overlapped with the signal of this warship, and then passed right over.

"Just... passing through, then..."

The CIC stared out the window, murmuring to herself.

How she had hoped that the Medea would break into the battlefield.

But she was also well aware that the Medea was merely a transport plane; even if it were to recklessly throw itself into the fray, there was very little it could actually accomplish.

"No, it's not over yet!"

Just as the female CIC, feeling dejected by the emotional rollercoaster, began to lower her head, the officer shouted out.

She looked up again and discovered that four brand-new signals had appeared on the radar, overlapping with their own ship!

"Are they air-dropping? How bold. Contact the Gundam and prepare to provide support!"

The officer immediately understood what those four signals meant.

He returned to the captain's chair, sat upright, and shouted to the CIC.

"Broadcast this news to the entire ship; they need this good news."

The movement above the clouds was also detected by the Zeon side.

"Don't worry, it's probably just some GM-grade trash anyway. In the water, we Zeon are invincible!"

Ending the call with the mothership, the Z'Gok captain besieging the warship turned his gaze back to the battle at hand.

According to that arrogant red guy, the MS up there had a limited number of shots for its Beam Rifle.

As long as the Z'Gok could utilize its mobility, they could exhaust the beams that posed a threat, followed immediately by their counterattack!

Thinking this, the Z'Gok captain prepared to fire another round of torpedoes.

He focused his fire on the warship's port side, a strategy determined by past combat data.

Since this warship had traveled all the way from space, its port side had been heavily damaged repeatedly. No matter how hard the maintenance crew worked, the armor thickness had surely decreased significantly.

The only problem was that for the Z'Gok to launch torpedoes at this warship, it had to surface and get close before firing.

Because this warship was truly "floating" above the surface of the sea!

That's right, the bottom of the warship was not submerged in the sea, but hovered at a certain distance above the water.

This meant that for the torpedoes to hit the ship, they had to break through the surface of the water.

The Z'Gok captain immediately began to surface, and upon reaching the sea level, the six torpedo tubes on his head fired instantly.

After doing this, he immediately dove, intending to evade any incoming attacks.

However, the anticipated attack did not come.

"Did they miss!"

The captain immediately broke into a smile.

Still, he surfaced and dove a few more times, getting closer to the surface each time, to ensure it wasn't a feint by the enemy.

After several probes, he was finally certain.

"Free attack! Hahahaha, the Federation's MS are nothing more than this!"

The captain dove to a certain depth, then ignited the rocket thrusters on his back, using the buoyancy to break through the sea surface in one go, continuing to climb in altitude!

The Z'Gok that broke through the surface raised its right arm, aiming it at the unit standing on the warship's deck.

That unit was also aiming its Beam Rifle right at him!

Under the Z'Gok's powerful thrust, the captain felt his blood rushing backward.

In that instant, the world before his eyes seemed to distort, its colors fading away.

But seeing the opponent pull the trigger, only for the Beam Rifle to fail to fire a beam, the captain couldn't help but reveal a savage grin.

His hand, gripping the control stick, slammed down on the trigger.

"Victory is ours!"

"Bang!"

The moment after the captain issued his declaration, the sound of artillery fire rang out!

Immediately following, the airborne Z'Gok was struck directly by a 180mm shell, disintegrating into a pile of scrap metal that plummeted back into the sea.

The MS on the deck turned its head, looking toward the sky.

Five parachute flowers bloomed above the warship.

Beneath four of those parachutes hung Gundam Ground Types.

Without a doubt, this was 86 Squad.

"I didn't expect to see you so soon, Amuro."

Inside one of the Ground Types, with smoke still curling from the muzzle of his Cannon, Eli looked at the unit on the deck.

That was, a Gundam.