MS Combat

"What happened?"

Inside the cockpit, Noer, who was focused on piloting the MS, was suddenly startled by a piercing alarm in his ear. He looked at the huge shadow appearing on the screen in front of him and quickly turned the MS to face the shadow.

"You—"

"Boom—"

What came into view was a dark green MS training unit. Before Noer could finish speaking, he saw the MS deliberately ramming straight at him.

With a terrifying collision sound and violent tremors, Noer felt his world spin, his mind going completely blank.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Three dull metal impacts sounded in succession.

Noer's MS retreated three steps before he barely managed to stabilize it.

Although he didn't know how he managed to stabilize it, and his posture was a bit awkward, he had at least managed to steady himself.

"What the h—"

Noer shook his throbbing head, suppressing the churning acid in his stomach, and prepared to question the other party.

But before he could finish, a giant, dark green MS fist appeared on the screen.

The fist completely obscured the screen. In a daze, Noer could even see the steel patterns on the MS's fist.

Danger!

Death!

Fear!

The sudden attack filled Noer's mind with these three intense emotions, giving him a deep sense of suffocation.

"Boom~"

"Ah~!"

Noer had no chance to react. With a violent jolt, the MS body fell over.

Facing this sudden situation, Noer could only grip the left and right handles in the cockpit tightly with both hands to steady himself.

However, because he wasn't wearing a seatbelt, Noer's head still hit the instrument panel in front of him.

Blood splattered everywhere!

Bang—

In a daze, his mind, filled with panic and fear, suddenly felt like something had shattered.

Facing Noer's downed training unit.

The C-147E3 training MS walked in front of Noer's unit, repeatedly punching Noer's machine with its fists, sending sparks flying and making rumbling noises.

The violent shaking made Noer miserable, and he even felt like he was about to pass out.

He couldn't even control the mech and could only lie on the ground and take a beating.

If this weren't a training MS with its power limited to a safe range, these few hits would have been the end of Noer.

But even so, Noer, inside the cockpit, was disoriented by the violent vibrations from the impacts.

"Force stop this MS immediately!"

"Control console! Force stop training MS C-147E36! Now! Immediately!"

"Are you guys useless?! Stop this troublemaking MS right now!"

Below, the instructors at the control console were terrified by what was happening. A student operating a training MS gone rogue and forcibly intervening in another MS training area was something the school would absolutely not allow!

"Is that all?"

Cruze watched Noer retreat after being beaten and couldn't help but frown. This was not what he had expected.

That's right, Noer had indeed not undergone any genetic optimization and adjustment. This was a fact.

Cruze's intelligence had confirmed this, but was there really such a thing as a free lunch?

Would such a high-end Coordinator laboratory kindly help a common family with artificial gestation for free?

Even if the head of the laboratory was truly a good person and wanted to use his authority to do a good deed.

But why would he choose you?

While it might be an exaggeration to say there were hundreds of millions of couples on Earth unable to conceive normally due to physical reasons, tens of millions certainly existed.

How did the researcher choose you out of tens of millions? Or rather, how did they choose Noer's parents?

Why didn't they help others but only you?

And at that time, the conflict between Coordinators and Naturals was just beginning to escalate.

Under such circumstances, how could the laboratory help you with artificial gestation unconditionally and for free?

For one or two coincidences, you could call it chance, but when there are too many coincidences, chance becomes inevitability.

"Get lost!"

Suddenly, just as Cruze was lost in thought, a roar erupted from Noel's MS.

"Bang~"

A violent sound accompanied by the shock of footsteps hitting the ground. The MS that had been completely suppressing Noel suddenly 'flew' into the air, staggering backward.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

Everyone present watched dumbfounded as the two MS slowly got up.

"Power limit released?" Diakka asked, looking at the MS that had been knocked back dozens of meters.

It wasn't that he doubted, but unless the MS training unit had completely released its power limit, it would be almost impossible to 'send flying' an MS of the same type.

"It shouldn't have. Look, the opposing MS unit isn't severely damaged. Based on the situation just now, if the power limit had truly been released, the pilot inside wouldn't be able to stand up." Nicol Amarfie said, looking at the cockpit of the MS that had been sent flying.

Their understanding of MS was far beyond that of ordinary students.

MS cockpit protection was strong, but that didn't mean it was immune to the impact from external attacks.

If it had been a full-power strike from the MS training unit, even if the cockpit was fine, the pilot inside would have been knocked unconscious by the impact force.

After all, this was just a training unit. The school, to ensure students could effectively resist on the battlefield and get used to the impact generated when attacked, didn't make the training unit's cockpit's anti-collision capabilities very strong.

It was akin to sweating more during training to bleed less in battle.

Therefore, if the training MS had truly released its power limit, the training unit's cockpit would have had difficulty withstanding a full-power strike from the MS training unit.

Wooo~

With the roar of machinery, Noel's controlled mecha slowly stood up from the ground, facing the MS in front.

"Lock onto these two MS immediately and activate!"

"What? Unable to lock onto training MS C-147E36!?"

"Are you all useless? Do you know what's happening? Damn your entire family for eighteen generations..."

The MS training instructor below was furious, cursing them. These two clearly didn't look like they were going to stop. If this continued, as the instructor for this MS training, he would be expelled from the military at best.

At worst, he would face a military trial!

"Beep beep beep~"

Just as the instructor was about to say something, the student body monitoring system below suddenly let out a piercing alarm.

"Noel Cassia! Stop the MS immediately!"

"Hey, hey! Can you hear me! Emergency brake the MS now! You can't continue!"

Seeing the monitoring system almost entirely red, the MS instructor hurriedly opened the comms and yelled at Noel. The data had severely exceeded the limit and was even threatening the student's life.

"Hoo~ Hoo~"

However, the only reply he received was heavy and rapid, harsh breaths.

"Damn it! Control room! Control room! Stop the MS quickly! Are you all useless! I'll sue you all in military court!"

Seeing that Noel wasn't responding, the MS instructor could only continue to seek help from the control room.

It wasn't that he was overly anxious. It was because, according to Noel's physical monitoring feedback, he was horrified to discover that Noel's blood flow speed had increased by more than fifty percent, and his blood pressure had exceeded the safe limit.

If this continued, within three minutes, Noel would suffer damage to his cardiopulmonary and brain functions due to excessive blood flow and rapidly rising blood pressure. In severe cases, he could even die on the spot.

Unlike the MS instructor's urgency, Cruze, standing nearby, watched Noel's vital signs data with great interest.

Looking at the suddenly surging and exceeding data, Cruze murmured in surprise, "This data..."

If this data was true, then Noel right now...

With that thought, Cruze's gaze shifted to the MS Noel was piloting.

"Thump thump thump~"

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the MS that had intruded from a distance suddenly moved, lifting its leg and charging towards Noel at high speed.

"Quick, dodge!"

"No, this is combat training power!"

Athrun and the others' pupils contracted as they watched the MS suddenly accelerate. This was not the speed or propulsion that could be achieved during MS piloting training. Judging by this speed, it was clearly combat training power.

If piloting training only activated thirty percent, then combat training activated seventy percent.

The two were not on the same level at all.

"Noel Cassia! Dodge quickly!"

The MS instructor also noticed the abnormality of the opponent's MS at the first moment and hurriedly opened the MS comms to remind him.

Do you have any tickets...

I wanted to add some original plot, but it felt out of place. I revised it so many times that my head is spinning.