Rau Le Creuset's voice rang out again, carrying a subtle note of guidance. "Then what should we do about Earth? If the nations on Earth still intend to resist after the Moon Base is struck, how should we deal with them?"
That question kindled a bottomless flame of hatred deep within Patrick's eyes. Lenoa's gentle smile surfaced in his mind.
They had struck first. They had always been the ones greedily plundering. They had answered the desire for peace with betrayal and tyranny. In the end, the ones who had taken his beloved wife, Lenoa, from him were also those Naturals who had mercilessly scorched Junius Seven with nuclear bombs.
That was right. What was wrong with attacking Earth? Siegel Clyne's approach had been far too weak, far too gentle. Even after the Neutron Jammers had cut off their energy, costing hundreds of millions of lives on Earth, those arrogant Naturals had not changed at all. They still sought to use the ultimate violence—nuclear weapons—to destroy PLANT. Since that was the case, they had to use the most extreme means this time and make them understand exactly what kind of power they faced. They had to make them taste the same bone-deep despair of losing everything.
Then they would use that absolute power to show the entire world which side was truly more fit to become this world's future. Which race was truly superior.
They would make those foolish Naturals regret from the bottoms of their hearts that they had been stupid enough... to strike at Newtypes they never should have touched.
Inside the command corridors of Jachin Due, cold lights reflected off the metal floors. The air was thick with sweat, engine oil, and an almost fanatical fervor. ZAFT Forces personnel in green, red, black, and white uniforms