The alarms of Solomon roared like an awakening beast. Inside the massive fortress, crimson lights bathed the steel corridors in violent hue.
Dozle Zabi's voice thundered across every channel — a command, not an order.
"Launch all newtype divisions! The Federation will pay for every meter they dare step into our domain!"
On the lower decks, mechanics scattered as two colossal silhouettes were guided to the launch bays.
The first — Elmeth, a sleek, crescent-shaped machine pulsing with ethereal light. Its psycommu sensors shimmered like ripples of thought itself.
The second — Great Zeong, an enormous, regal figure with golden-lined armor and twin head units designed for duel synchronization.
Around them, four smaller Zeongs floated into formation — piloted by newly awakened Newtypes, their minds resonating faintly through the comms.
From the control room, Jason Arkadi observed in silence.
His gloved hands rested against the console, eyes fixed on the Great Zeong's telemetry readouts.
He could feel the pulse of his own system humming faintly in the back of his mind.
> "Project output stable… Great Zeong OS synchronized. Elmeth psycommu link complete."
He exhaled — both pride and dread in his breath. "If these fail, Zeon's dream dies here."
Across the hangar, General Griveous towered near Elmeth's loading gantry, the cyborg's gleaming armor reflecting the blue light of the psychoframe.
His mechanical fingers flexed once, testing.
"Perfect," he rasped, his vocoder echoing. "A machine worthy of my hands."
The Elmeth's hatches sealed around him like an armored cocoon. Neural cables latched to his spine.
For a moment, silence — then his voice cut through the intercom, sharp as plasma.
> "Elmeth online. Beginning remote weapon calibration."
Next bay, Char Aznable stepped into the cockpit of the Great Zeong. His crimson normal suit shimmered faintly beneath the dim light.
A tech officer saluted. "Commander, all psycommu interfaces are green. The Zabi family expects your success."
Char gave a half-smile. "They expect many things."
He glanced once at the massive frame around him.
"Let's show them the worth of what they've built."
The countdown echoed through every speaker in Solomon.
> "Zeon Newtype Corps — launch sequence start! Ten… nine… eight…"
Engine light flooded the hangar as magnetic clamps disengaged.
"Four… three… two… one — launch!"
Elmeth glided first, its form vanishing into the black void like a silent predator.
Moments later, the Great Zeong followed — thrusters roaring, a thunderous titan stepping into space.
Behind them, four Zeongs ignited in synchronized brilliance, scattering into tactical formation.
The void outside Solomon erupted in war.
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The Federation's vanguard fleet, led by General Timothy, advanced in tight formation. The pale light of Luna reflected against hundreds of GM units and Ball mobile pods, their formation dense, unyielding.
"Maintain advance speed! We breach Solomon's perimeter before Zabi can reorganize!" Timothy barked.
On his flagship's main screen, the image of the Zeon fortress loomed — a monstrous, jagged scar floating in the abyss.
Then — the first flare.
From beyond the debris field, Elmeth's funnels streaked into view — glowing streaks of death.
Timothy barely managed a word before the first wave tore through an entire GM squadron.
> "What the hell—!?"
Funnels danced like spirits, weaving and slicing through lines of Federation pilots. Explosions flared like fireflies in darkness.
Before the second wave could regroup, the Great Zeong descended from above.
Its arm cannons unleashed twin beams that sliced through three Assault Carriers, the shockwave scattering nearby GM teams.
Federation comms exploded in panic.
> "Carrier Ajax hit—she's going down!"
"We've lost Tremont and Hesperia! Repeat, three carriers destroyed!"
"Unknown large-type mobile suit! It's— it's not in the database!"
Inside the Great Zeong's cockpit, Char smirked faintly beneath his mask.
> "So this is the power of the newtype frame…"
He rotated his machine's head; the auxiliary sensors tracked another Federation line.
"Let's continue the lesson."
Four Zeongs followed his command, spreading like crimson wolves.
Their beam hands tore apart GMs and Balls alike.
The Federation's frontline collapsed into chaos.
In Solomon's command tower, Dozle Zabi slammed his fist against the console.
"Excellent! Show them Zeon's might!"
But Jason Arkadi stood silent at his side, watching the data scroll. His mind ran through system analytics, psychic resonance, output temperatures — everything perfect, everything deadly.
And yet he felt uneasy.
The efficiency of destruction felt… too human. Too close to something divine.
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Across the field, General Timothy's ship burned.
His voice came through the comms, broken but steady.
"All units — regroup! We've lost vanguard command! Someone get word to Revil!"
Static answered him. Then silence.
Further behind, General Tianem's support fleet tried to realign.
> "Zeon's deployed new models! Multiple psycho-reactive suits detected!"
"Our radar's being jammed—!"
"We're losing control of the left flank!"
Got it — Gary Lin isn't a full-blown weeb; he's a 30% otaku, meaning he's mostly composed and professional, but when something triggers his inner fanboy (like seeing the Great Zeong and Elmeth), it slips out involuntarily.
His system also butts in with dry, sarcastic commentary, making the moment funnier but still fitting the serious tone of the Solomon War.
Here's the rewritten section in prose — set right after the Federation detects the destruction of the three assault carriers:
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The Carthage's bridge shook as alarms wailed and a tactical officer shouted over the comm noise.
"Three assault carriers destroyed! Unknown mobile armors sighted—one humanoid, one disk-type! Output exceeding all previous Zeon readings!"
Lieutenant Gary Lin froze mid-command. The instant the visual feed appeared, his professional composure cracked.
"...No way. That's the Elmeth—and that thing... that's the Great Zeong?! Zeon actually made it?!"
He realized too late he'd said it out loud.
Nearby officers gave him sidelong looks, but Gary ignored them, half in awe, half in dread.
"That's insane… They actually built the Great Zeong? But for real that so cool and how that work, Who even approved that project and succedd with this current technology level—?"
A calm digital voice echoed in his neural HUD.
> [System]: Detection confirmed. Design classification—'Great Zeong, Variant Model.']
[System]: Host emotional output: 72% excitement, 18% fear, 10% disbelief. Would you like to fangirl quietly, host?.
Gary's face twitched. "I'm not fangirling—! I'm analyzing."
> [System]: Affirmative. 'Analyzing'—also known as 'panicking with style.'
He sighed, gripping the console as the Federation fleet began to realign its formation.
Even through the tension, he couldn't suppress a nervous grin.
"Guess Zeon's been busy... This just went from bad to boss battle levels."
Back at the Federation command carrier, General Revil stared grimly at the main display as the feed flickered between dying ships.
He turned to his staff.
"Launch all Gundam units. All of them."
His adjudant, standing beside him, froze.
"All… Gundams?" he repeated, half in awe, half in dread.
Revil's tone was stone. "If we don't counter now, Solomon will hold forever."
The ajudant felt his pulse quicken.
He turned to the tactical feed — he could see Great Zeong cutting through space like a crimson god, Elmeth's remote weapons orbiting in perfect formation.
The Federation's mighty vanguard was being erased.
He whispered under his breath, "So this is Zeon's counterstroke…"
Then the order came through:
> "Gundam pilots to launch deck — now!"
In the Federation bay, engineers swarmed.
Lockon Stratos, Mikazuki, Athrun Zala, and Isagi lined up in silence, checking their units.
But Amuro Ray stood apart, staring at his RX-78 Gundam, its armor scorched from prior missions.
A researcher approached him hurriedly.
"Lieutenant Ray! Wait — don't sortie in the RX-78."
Amuro frowned. "Then what do you expect me to use?"
The man led him toward a sealed hangar. "The new prototype — the Alex Gundam. Optimized for your reaction time. The RX can't handle your output anymore."
The hangar doors parted.
Before Amuro stood the gleaming white-and-blue machine — lighter, faster, alive with potential.
He stepped forward slowly, awe mixing with resolve.
"…Guess it's time to see if I can still change fate," he murmured.
Alarms blared once more.
> "All Federation Gundams, launch immediately!"
Engines roared across the fleet as the white machines catapulted into the void.
The light of the Great Zeong still burned far ahead — a crimson sun of Zeon's wrath —
and the Federation's response had just begun.