CE 71, 1/28.
Without its "Absolute Defense," Artemis lasted less than half an hour against three mobile suits.
Amid fierce flames, Artemis—the Eurasian Alliance's supposedly strongest defense—fell.
In the dark expanse of space, the Archangel, having escaped Artemis, drifted onward...
"Confirmed once again!"
"No enemy ship signatures within a radius of 5,000. It seems they can't find us at all."
Jackie's report let the crew breathe a sigh of relief.
"Maybe the ruins of Artemis helped us slip past them? We really ought to thank it."
Sitting in his chair, Flaga said with a somewhat sarcastic smile.
"But... our problem hasn't been solved at all..."
Captain Marlu's expression turned gloomy.
After everything they had gone through, they still had not obtained supplies at Artemis.
The Moon lay far away on the other side of Earth, and the supplies hurriedly loaded aboard at Heliopolis clearly would not last that long.
Flaga quietly approached Marlu and lowered his voice. "Seriously, how bad is it now? Is it really that dire?"
Captain Marlu cautiously glanced around before replying in a hushed voice, "Yes. We still have emergency rations for food... The problem is ammunition and water."
"Water..."
"Anyway, let's come up with a plan first. We need to conserve water as much as possible..."
Under these circumstances, they could only reach the Moon as quickly as possible. At the same time, a simulation of their planned route appeared on the screen.
"Is this the limit? Can't you find a more decent route?"
Lieutenant Junior Grade Baggage asked impatiently as she looked at the route on the simulation.
"Impossible. If we bring the orbit any closer to Earth, we'll enter the debris belt."
"If we could get through the debris belt, it'd be much faster."
Marlu said with a wry smile, and Neumann returned