In the depths of space, crisscrossing beams wove a vast net of death. Within this purgatory built from pure malice, the Buster Gundam piloted by Dearka Elsman moved like a seasoned surfer, gliding effortlessly through gaps in the lethal waves of energy. The precision and speed of his hands on the controls stood in extreme contrast to his lazy expression. The Buster Gundam smoothly locked its right-hand 94mm high-energy convergent beam rifle together with the 350mm Super-High Pulse Cannon in its left hand, the massive combined barrel making minute adjustments as it fixed firmly on an Agamemnon Class space carrier pouring out a barrage in the distance.
"Don't get too cocky, Earth Forces," Dearka muttered loudly enough for only himself to hear, pulling the trigger almost the instant the words left his mouth.
The terrifying power of the Super-High-Pulse Rifle erupted in an instant. The massive, highly concentrated energy beam was like a spear of lightning ripping through eternal night, piercing the warship's engine section with unstoppable force and flawless precision.
Blinding light swelled violently from within the hull. After a moment of silence, the entire colossal ship became a magnificent yet deadly fireball, blooming soundlessly across the black canvas of space.
Close beside the Buster Gundam flew Yzak Joule and his silver-white Duel Gundam. The vicious scar on the face of this ZAFT red-uniformed elite appeared all the more striking beneath the glow of the cockpit screen.
There was not a trace of distraction in his azure eyes—only a pure, blazing fury fierce enough to burn everything away. He had no mercy whatsoever for enemies who sought to destroy their homeland with nuclear weapons.
"Don't hold me back, Dearka!" Yzak roared arrogantly over the comm channel, as though Dearka, who had just precisely sunk an enemy ship, was the