The acrid tang of pulverized rock and spent propellant choked the air, the familiar perfume of war Tanya von Zehrtfeld inhaled with clinical detachment. Odessa lay in ruins beneath a smoky sky, a shattered chessboard where Zeon forces clawed to keep the Federation at bay.
Perched atop a rocky ridge, Tanya scanned the dust-hazed battlefield through the multi-optics of her customized Zaku II Commander Type, codenamed Geist. Its rugged frame was battle-worn but reliable, a trusted tool in her hands. Behind her, the elite GED Vanguard unit—a compact, lethal force of mage-trained pilots and ground troops—stood poised in the shadows, waiting for the signal.
"Delta-3, status report," Tanya's calm voice cut through the static-laced comms.
"Thermal scans confirm Federation patrols along the supply route. No heavy armor detected, but air activity is increasing," came the crisp reply from Lieutenant Colonel Klaus Richter.
Tanya's mind raced with calculations. Their mission was clear: disrupt Federation artillery supply lines while minimizing losses. The Federation relied heavily on their Core Fighter squadrons—fast, nimble atmospheric fighters that patrolled relentlessly to protect ground assets.
"Maintain position. Phase One begins at my mark. Priority: Battery Gamma-7. Its bombardment pins our northern forces," Tanya ordered, fingers already adjusting her controls.
Her Zaku II rumbled forward, its 120mm machine gun ready as two Commando Zaku IIs flanked her, sleek and agile. Behind them, her infantry moved silently, blending into the ruined terrain.
From a nearby comms channel, Mila's voice crackled, steady and sharp. "Geist, this is Specter. Anti-air emplacements are stronger than intel suggested. We'll need suppressive fire before we can move in."
"Understood, Specter," Tanya replied without hesitation. "Vanguard One, suppress the artillery array. Specter, take out the anti-air emplacements. Vanguard Three, cover the infantry's wire breach."
Her Zaku's 120mm cannon thundered, rounds tearing through dust and debris toward the artillery's firing controls. The Commando Zakus picked off the anti-air batteries with precision beam shots. Explosions erupted, confusion rippling through Federation infantry patrols.
"Perimeter compromised, Commander!" Specter reported. "Anti-air positions down. Infantry advancing on the wire."
"Lieutenant Colonel, breach now! Clear the wire and secure entry," Tanya commanded, voice steel.
The GED infantry surged forward, demolition charges cracking barbed wire while precision fire disoriented defenders. Tanya's squad moved through the smoking ruins, disabling firing mechanisms without unnecessary destruction—an efficient message of dominance.
"Good work, Vanguard Three. Keep the perimeter tight," Tanya instructed.
Suddenly, urgent voices crackled over comms. "Commander! Reinforcements inbound—two Core Fighter squadrons and infantry transports closing fast!"
Tanya's expression remained ice-cold. "Lieutenant Colonel, secure perimeter. Specter and Vanguard Three, prioritize the fast movers. Geist will provide heavy suppression."
"Copy that, Geist. Engaging enemy fighters now," Mila confirmed, her Commando Zaku weaving through incoming fire.
Dust clouds churned on the horizon as Tanya's Geist machine gun roared to life. The Core Fighters swooped low, missiles blazing. Tanya's unit opened fire, turning the ridge into a deadly kill zone.
"Stay sharp, Vanguard. They're trying to break our lines," Klaus warned.
"We won't give them an inch," Tanya said, scanning for the next move. The battle for Odessa was far from over—but Tanya von Zehrtfeld, ever the calculating predator, was already several moves ahead.
When she led GED on her HUD detect several signal,from zeon but different from most Zaku signal.
As she watch there new mobile suit, an experiment from some hearsay at camp.
"That must new experimental unit to this frontline" Mila said from intercom,"but why just three of them here?, this area is rough for our squad can this mobile suit handle this enviroment?".
Just tanya want answer before her, three massive Dom mobile suits tore through the ruined urban sprawl with terrifying grace. Unlike the standard legged mobile suits, the Doms hovered silently mere inches above the ground, their shoulder-mounted thrusters pumping as they glided effortlessly over rubble and debris. Their mono-eyes flickered like malevolent beacons as they danced through their brutal choreography.
"The Black Tri-Stars," Tanya murmured under her breath, eyes narrowing. "Ortega, Gaia, and Mash... Their coordination is flawless. This isn't just piloting—it's an orchestrated assault."
She studied their signature move, the Jet Stream Attack—adapted for ground combat by the Doms' hover capability. One Dom would dart forward, baiting enemy fire, while another curved wide to flank. The third then struck with precision, delivering crushing blows with bazookas or heat sabers.
"Their speed is unreal," Tanya noted, "even for Doms. That hover system gives them an agility no one else on the battlefield can match."
Nearby squad members exchanged whispers of awe and trepidation. One of Tanya's comrades, Mila, glanced at her, voice low but edged with excitement. "They make it look effortless. How can anyone stand against them?"
"And new Hover system really suitable on this terrain."
Tanya's gaze remained fixed on the trio. "They anticipate each other's moves perfectly. Their communication is... almost instinctual. They don't just fight together; they move as one."
A sudden volley of beam rifle fire erupted from a nearby Federation outpost, but the Black Tri-Stars flowed like water, weaving and counterattacking with deadly precision. Mash's Dom swept through the enemy's flanks, its heat saber carving a swath of destruction, while Ortega's bazooka barrage pinned down reinforcements.
Mila swallowed hard. "We'll need to rethink our tactics if we want to survive against this."
Tanya allowed herself a small, cold smile. "It's more than tactics. It's a new doctrine—a paradigm shift. The Dom's speed and their unit cohesion make conventional attacks obsolete."
She turned to Mila, voice low and firm. "Our Zaku IIs won't stand a chance if we want compete with them head-on like this. We need to beyond their coordination—force to adapt more movement or pilot dom to match their speed and firepower."
Mila nodded, determination hardening her features. "Then we adapt. And win all merit to promotion."
Tanya's eyes never left the Black Tri-Stars, now regrouping after their devastating assault. The war was far from over. But this glimpse into the pinnacle of Zeon's mobile suit evolution had ignited something within her—an unyielding resolve to master this new battlefield calculus.
For Tanya von Zehrtfeld, the fight was just beginning.