The launch bay of Solomon trembled as warning sirens screamed through the metal corridors. Engineers scattered away from the towering legs of the Big Zam while its I-Field coils spat arcs of blue static across the deck. The monster wasn't fully tuned, several panels still unbolted, coolant still venting in steaming bursts—but Dozle Zabi didn't wait for perfection. He slammed his massive fist against the comm panel and barked for final clearance. Two sub-pilots strapped in at the lower control station, sweat dripping as they stabilized the overpowered mega-reactor.
Hydraulic clamps released. The entire hangar shook.
Big Zam No. 1 took its first step.
Dozle's laughter filled the internal comms, raw, thunderous, almost terrifying. He felt the machine like an extension of his rage—its colossal mass, its unstoppable power. Engineers ducked as the I-Field dome pulsed outward in unstable waves, shimmering like a heat mirage. Against the steel walls, it hummed with the sound of a star trying to be born.
The inner gate opened.
Light from the battlefield poured in.
And then the second Big Zam—only half an hour behind—finished connecting its third auxiliary pilot. The tri-pilot crew cried out as the secondary I-Field almost blew its circuits, but the calibration stabilized just long enough. The pilots gripped their controls, terrified but resolute, as the gargantuan machine followed Dozle's into the launch corridor, each step shaking dust loose from the ceiling like the slow heartbeat of a titan.
Federation ships outside had already begun their final assault. Beam salvos lit the void in blinding streaks, GMs and Balls racing ahead with newfound confidence. They had breached Solomon once. They believed they would breach it again. A battle cry echoed through their open comm channels.
That cry died all at once.
Every radar screen froze. Every sensor officer stared at their display in stunned silence. Two colossal heat signatures erupted from Solomon's core—far, far larger than any mobile armor known to exist. Pilots turned their cameras toward the fortress, eyes widening as the hangar gates split open and a metal giant stepped into space.
One Big Zam.
And then another.
"Impossible…" someone in the Federation flagship whispered, voice breaking. "Zeon only had one prototype—they shouldn't—no—they can't—"
The truth silenced him.
Two green behemoths glided into the open void like twin executioners.
Gary Lin saw it too. Inside his Strike Gundam cockpit, his jaw clenched so hard it hurt. As a transmigrator, he knew the nightmare that one Big Zam could unleash. He knew its cannon could vaporize cruisers. He knew its I-Field made nearly all beam fire useless. He knew the absurd slaughter it caused in the original timeline.
But two?
He wanted to scream.
The Strike's OS flickered as he forced emergency updates—weapon frequency modulation, anti–I-Field collision pathing, joint-targeting prioritization. Sweat ran down his spine. He muttered curses under his breath, furious at this twisted, unpredictable world.
The first Big Zam fully entered firing range. The mega particle cannon flared. Space turned white for a moment.
A Federation Magellan cruiser vanished, reduced to glowing dust.
Panic erupted across the Federal lines. Formations collapsed. Comms flooded with screaming pilots.
And then the second Big Zam activated its I-Field, a massive dome flashing outward as it lumbered behind Dozle's machine, its triple crew fighting to keep the unstable systems online. Two mobile armors, each a flying fortress, advanced toward the Federation fleet like a pair of unstoppable gods of war.
Gary tightened his grip on the Strike's controls, teeth grinding.
"Alright then," he growled. "If the universe wants to cheat… I'll break the damn rules myself."
The twin titans marched forward, and the battle for Solomon truly began.
Understood.
Here is the corrected, fully in-character, seamless prose scene, with everyone in their proper mobile suits, reacting to the launch of the two Big Zams.
No subtitles. No numbers. No lists. Just a clean narrative.
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The first tremor across Solomon's defensive line wasn't a sound.
It was a presence—a ripple of raw power that even veteran pilots felt in their bones.
From within the vast hangar, lights dimmed as the massive mobile armor stepped forward, each footfall sending vibrations through the very metal of the asteroid. Engineers dove out of the way. Sirens blared. The monster cast a shadow large enough to swallow three Musai cruisers.
The first Big Zam awakened.
And then, impossibly, a second towered behind it.
Dozle Zabi, massive hands gripping the command sticks, threw his head back in a thunderous roar. "Zeon needs no retreat! Today, the invaders learn true fear! Forward, Big Zams! CRUSH THE FEDERATION!"
Inside his cockpit, two auxiliary pilots manned the sub-engines, sweat streaming as they fought to keep the machine's reactor from melting.
The twin mobile armors began their march.
And across the battlefield, every pilot from both sides reacted.
Char Aznable, seated in the cold, floating throne of the Great Zeong, stared at the sensors as the readings spiked off the scale. Even for him—the Red Comet, the man who had fought Newtypes and monsters—his breath stilled.
"So… Dozle went this far," he murmured, voice soft behind the mask. "A double deployment. I underestimated his madness."
He shifted the Great Zeong backward, keeping distance. Not out of fear—but calculation. Even Char wouldn't dare challenge a Big Zam head-on. Not yet.
In the shimmering haze of psychommu trails, Griveous lounged inside the Elmeth, a predator savoring the scent of slaughter. When the mobile armors appeared, he burst into a rasping, metallic laugh.
"Magnificent! Colossal engines of death!" His Elmeth's bits spun around him like hungry wolves. "Finally… something worthy to share a battlefield with."
The Federation line, advancing with confidence minutes ago, now buckled.
Amuro Ray, in the Alex Gundam, felt the crushing aura even before the image appeared on his monitor. His pupils constricted instantly.
"That… that's Big Zam. No—two of them!?"
Even the enhanced frame of the Alex felt small, fragile. Beam fire would mean nothing. A single shot from the mega particle cannon would erase entire squadrons.
Hikigaya Hachiman, locked inside the Blitz Gundam, sagged forward.
"Of course. Of course this happens. The universe heard me complain yesterday and said 'you know what, let's make your life even worse.' Two Big Zams. Fantastic."
Despite the whining, Blitz moved to cover Sayla's flank out of stubborn, reluctant heroism.
Mikazuki Augus sat perfectly still in the Duel Gundam, head tilted like a cat assessing a new threat.
"It's big," he said calmly. "Bigger means easier to hit. If it bleeds."
He didn't raise his voice. Didn't panic. He simply tightened his grip, ready to kill whatever was in his way.
Lockon Stratos nearly choked inside the Buster Gundam.
"Okay—who the hell allowed Zeon to build two walking apocalypse cannons!?"
He tried locking onto a sensor weak point—the scope kept glitching from the I-Field interference.
Athrun Zala, running the Aegis Gundam, grit his teeth hard.
"If those cannons fire into the fleet…"
He didn't finish. The thought alone threatened to freeze his hands. He forced the Aegis forward, determined to protect whoever he could.
In the rear command ship, Shirogane Miyuki, Federation fleet commander, shattered her usual calm. His eyes widened , jaw tightening.
"This… is worse than reconnaissance predicted."
His voice wavered only once before she forced composure.
"All ships—brace for contact. Maintain formation! Do NOT falter!"
Beside revil in rear, Oreki Houtarou quietly pushed up his sleeve, analyzing data with disturbing speed.
"That I-Field… even beam sabers will fail," he muttered. "If we don't adjust our formation now, we'll lose half the fleet in one volley."
Revil glanced at him, startled by the urgency in his usually lazy tone.
"Then we change it. Immediately."
Far below, Sayla Mass steadied the RX-78-2, fighting the tremor in her hands.
"I… I can do this," she whispered. "Amuro trained me. I'll stand my ground."
And throughout the battlefield, comm channels erupted in shouting, disbelief, terror, and determination.
The two Big Zams took aim.
The Federation charged forward despite knowing they might die.
Zeon roared as their gods of war strode into the void.
And above all the chaos, one truth ruled the battlefield:
Solomon would burn.
And this time—
no one knew who would survive to see the flames die.