Earth Forces' New Mobile Suit

They believed in all of this.

They did not know why their unit was so severely undermanned, simply attributing it to losses from previous battles. They did not know why the reinforcements they had long awaited had yet to arrive. They only knew that the enemy before them were Naturals, enemies who had deprived their brethren of the right to live. They only knew that behind them stood the Mass Accelerator, the ladder to space, and it absolutely could not fall into enemy hands.

"All personnel, listen up! Fire every last round you can find! Even if you have to ram them with your machines, do not let a single enemy unit get anywhere near the Mass Accelerator launch track!" The base commander issued a desperate order over the public channel. His voice had become hoarse from prolonged shouting, but his resolve was as hard as steel.

It could not be taken. Those bastards could not be allowed to return to space.

That simple, unwavering belief sustained every ZAFT soldier left behind. Even though they were overwhelmingly outnumbered, even as their comrades fell one after another, they still fought with everything they had until the very last moment.

"Oh my... what a meaningless struggle."

In stark contrast to the hellish scene on the ground, there was calm and elegance here. On the bridge of the Earth Alliance Eighth Fleet flagship Pasder, a man sat with his legs crossed, leisurely watching the real-time battlefield footage divided across the main screen, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

He was Lord Djibril, leader of the Blue Cosmos organization and one of the Earth Alliance's true controllers. Dressed in a tailored suit, he looked utterly out of place among the officers in dark blue uniforms around him. He sat beside the captain's chair.