Amid piercing alarms and the roar of machinery, the launch bay doors of the Doolittle and several remaining warships around it burst open. Dozens of Moebius fighters carrying seeds of searing destruction became deadly streaks of light as they were catapulted at full speed into the cold void of space. At the same time, the entire fleet's thrusters erupted with maximum-power flames, resolutely veering away from their retreat route and heading straight for PLANT itself.
The cluster of nuclear missiles spat out by the motherships drew brilliant trails through the darkness. Upon receiving their orders, the Calamity Gundam piloted by Orga and the Forbidden Gundam piloted by Shani were like vicious hounds guarding Death's side, using savage heavy firepower and Phase Shift armor to frantically tear through ZAFT's interception formation ahead.
Sutherland had also sent Flay's Goddess of Liberation Gundam orders to cover the nuclear missile group. However, that machine with the Lightwheel Propulsion System was currently being held fast by a pure-white Gundam. The two were locked in a close-range deathmatch, weaving dense showers of beam sparks between them, with no time to heed any other orders.
But the rapidly shifting battle on the screens, the dazzling beam clashes between mobile suits, had already completely lost all meaning for Djibril.
Every political ambition and calculation in his mind had been utterly crushed by the purest, most primal instinct for survival.
Even if those lunatics truly used nuclear weapons to turn all of PLANT into a dead land, what would it change?
Genesis, that colossal thing capable of wiping out an entire Moon Base in an instant, still stood intact at Jachin Due. Patrick Zala, who held the firing switch, still sat safe and sound deep within the fortress.
Destroying the enemy homeland could not stop the next beam from