The frozen beach of days gone by.
Milia scattered the colorful "flowers" cradled in her hands into the distance.
Over Junius 7's sea, frozen into raging waves, tiny blossoms drifted and danced.
Once, in this place, people had run, laughed, grown up, and breathed just as they had.
On the frozen ground and aboard the ship, people silently prayed as one.
Perhaps they were only trying to soothe their consciences, but at least they all felt they ought to do this.
This was a graveyard, a brand burned into Earth—the sins of them Naturals.
Noer stood at the very back of the crowd, his eyes watching everything before him without the slightest ripple of emotion.
[Beep beep beep!]
Elsewhere, warning alarms blared inside the cockpit of the Strike Gundam, which was standing guard.
Kira, who had been lost in thought, hurriedly checked the screen.
Beyond a belt of rubble not far away, an object was moving. Signal detection confirmed it—an MS!
A jolt of tension like an electric shock surged from Kira's feet through his entire body. He hurriedly guided the Strike close behind an abandoned building for cover.
At the same time, the computer quickly identified the model.
The text flashing across the screen identified it as a forced reconnaissance two-seat GINN.
"Why now of all times?!"
Kira gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. The Archangel's supplies had not finished being transported yet. If the GINN spotted them and called for support...!
With that thought, Kira raised the beam rifle's sniper scope to his eye. Its reticle had already locked onto the GINN, which seemed to be searching for something.
A locking beep sounded, and the firing prompt before his eyes urged him to pull the trigger.
*Go away... just go away... don't find anything... don't look