Mobile Suit Gundam Uc 0079 Apr 2026

“Remember,” Darius said, “we are not here to destroy the Zakus. We are here to pop the fuel tanks and leave. If you see a mono-eye, you run. Understood?”

“Copy, Lead,” Aris replied, her hands sweating inside her standard-issue suit. She toggled her scope. The lunar regolith was a pale, blinding white. And there, nestled in the shadow of a collapsed crater wall, was the target: a Zeon resupply depot. It was small, lightly guarded, but vital. The Federation couldn’t win a stand-up fight. They had to bleed Zeon drop by drop.

That was three months ago. Now, in November of UC 0079, she found herself staring at a different kind of grave: the lunar surface around the Zeon stronghold of Granada.

Taggart didn’t scream. His comm just went dead as the heat hawk bisected his cockpit. mobile suit gundam uc 0079

“Yes, sir,” Aris replied.

“Break! Break!” Darius shouted.

The explosion threw the Ball clear. Aris’s cockpit cracked, venting atmosphere. Her ears popped. Her vision swam. As she blacked out, she heard Milos’s voice, faint and terrified. “Remember,” Darius said, “we are not here to

The Zaku pilot thrashed. He slammed his mobile suit against the crater wall, trying to crush her. Armor buckled. Alarms screamed in Aris’s cockpit. But she held on. And she pulled.

She fired her attitude thrusters, spinning the Ball like a discus thrower, and released the boulder.

Aris threw her Ball into a chaotic corkscrew. The G-forces mashed her internal organs against her spine. She fired her thrusters blind, kicking up lunar dust. The second Zaku, wielding a heat hawk, charged. Its pilot was a veteran—she could tell by the way it moved. Not like a machine, but like a predator. It sidestepped Taggart’s desperate cannon shot and brought the superheated axe down. Understood

Aris didn’t have time to argue. She couldn’t help him. She had no gun, no thrusters left for a real fight. She had only one option.

“I’m dead in the water!” he shouted. “Finish the depot! Aris, you’re in charge! Get Milos out!”

She was a pilot now. Not of a sleek, powerful Gundam, but of the Federation’s workhorse coffin: the RB-79 Ball.

“Holy… shit,” Milos breathed.