The Maggots opened fire. The 180mm cannons were not accurate, but at this range, they didn’t need to be. Explosions bloomed against the prefab fuel silos. A river of liquid hydrogen ignited, turning the crater into a miniature sun.
“You’re insane,” he said.
Darius laughed, but it was a hollow sound. “Kid, we’re the Maggots. We don’t get Gundams. We get Balls. And we make them work.” mobile suit gundam uc 0079
The first Zaku, painted in desert yellow, pivoted with terrifying speed. Its 120mm machine gun barked, and tracers the size of Aris’s arm ripped through the formation. Maggot Four—Ensign Pavel—simply vanished. One moment he was there, the next his Ball was a cloud of shrapnel and vaporized coolant.
“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?” The Maggots opened fire
Then the Zakos moved.
“Break! Break!” Darius shouted.
She was a pilot now. Not of a sleek, powerful Gundam, but of the Federation’s workhorse coffin: the RB-79 Ball.
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. A river of liquid hydrogen ignited, turning the
“Three left,” Aris whispered. “Three left, three left…”