An armored vehicle stopped next to Strike. From inside the vehicle, a blonde man with goggles... no, a woman, took out a cable gun and shot at Strike.
Mikazuki glanced at it indifferently, then paid it no more attention, because no matter how one looked into it, these guys who suddenly appeared had covered Strike, making them undoubtedly allies.
Since they were here to help, there was no need to worry. For Mikazuki, it was that simple.
Barbatos stomped one foot on the ground, its rear thrusters flaring as it charged towards the remaining two Barbados units. The third unit had been dealt with earlier when Dawn Desert appeared.
Andrew, on a high hill in the distance, narrowed his eyes. The appearance of Dawn Desert filled him with a sense of unease.
But he didn't dwell on it. The operation continued as per "Five-Four-Zero," after all, this was a good opportunity to eliminate Strike.
However, a bitter smile appeared on his face when he saw the two Barbados units chasing Strike fall into the enemy's trap in the distance, blown to smithereens by the buried explosives.
"Was I too hasty...? And Wolf's side..."
Andrew looked towards Barbatos, his expression stiff.
"Eh? Only one left? When did that happen...?"
"Captain..."
DaCosta also looked at his captain with a grim expression.
Andrew shook his head.
"The final pursuit was a consequence of my overeagerness. There's nothing for it. Inform everyone to retreat. In any case, our initial objective has been achieved."
"Yes."
With his greatsword plunged into the sand, Mikazuki gazed at the departing Barbados unit. He didn't pursue it, just as Andrew had said, sometimes being too eager leads to unfavorable outcomes.
The best example was not just Andre just now, but also Strike over there.
On the other side, Mu was also returning in the Air Superiority Fighter, bringing back news of the enemy's main ship. Only then did Murrue in the bridge learn the enemy's identity.
"The Lesseps-class? We've really encountered another troublesome opponent."
Murrue sat in the captain's chair, rubbing her temples, a headache brewing. Natarle in the CIC didn't know the background of the Lesseps-class and asked, puzzled,
"What's the background of the Lesseps-class?"
"It's the flagship of the ZAFT Military\'s Andrew Waltfeld's Forces, led by Andrew Waltfeld, known as the Desert Tiger, a ground unit."
After explaining, Murrue sighed. It was truly one wave after another. "By the way, we need to meet the people who helped us, the Dawn Desert. Have the Archangel descend."
Natarle spoke up.
"Is it the Resistance? We should be careful."
"With Sanri here, there will be no danger."
Murrue smiled as she watched Barbatos, carrying a katana, slowly walking towards the Archangel on the screen.
"Regardless, some precautions are still necessary."
Murrue still had no way to deal with Natarle's inflexibility, replying with a wry smile.
"Yes, yes."
Barbatos stopped next to Strike, connecting communications with Strike.
"Are you still alive, Kira?"
"..."
Mikazuki received no response, paused, and continued,
"What... what exactly happened to you?"
Kira's voice came through.
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said."
"...I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Is that so? Then never mind. Sorry, I said something strange. Just forget it."
Mikazuki hung up the communication after speaking, casually tossing a date into his mouth. He could tell that Kira had become somewhat abnormal.
On the other side, the people of Dawn Desert looked up at Barbatos. Cyb Asim, the leader of Dawn Desert, furrowed his tiger-like brows.
"What's that mobile suit? There's no information about this mobile suit in our intelligence reports.
Cagalli, do you know?"
Cyb looked at the blonde girl named Cagalli beside him. Cagalli shook her head, staring intently at Barbatos.
"I have no idea. The Earth Alliance should have only produced five new Mobile Suits. What is this one?"
Cyb folded his arms and looked at Barbatos, feeling as if he had seen this mobile suit somewhere before; there was a strange sense of familiarity.
Just then, the fully descended Archangel opened its exit hatch, and Murrue, in military uniform, emerged with Mu, who was still wearing his pilot suit.
Wearing a military cap, Murrue spoke directly to Cyb.
"We sincerely thank you for your help just now. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Murrue Ramius of the Earth Alliance's Eighth Fleet."
Yafumato, standing beside Cyb, muttered,
"The Eighth Fleet? The one that was completely wiped out two days ago?"
Murrue's polite smile froze, slowly fading. Her mentor had sacrificed himself to cover them, and although it was heartbreaking, with Mikazuki's help and her own resilient nature, she quickly emerged from the shadows.
Cyb raised a hand to interrupt Yafumato, then spoke to Murrue and Mu.
"We are Dawn Desert. My name is Cyb Asim. As for thanks, don't mention it. After all, we weren't specifically helping you; we were just attacking our own enemies anyway."
A hint of surprise flashed in Mu's eyes as he asked curiously,
"Have you always been doing this against the Desert Tiger?"
Cyb paused when he saw Mu.
"I think I've seen you somewhere before."
"Mu La Flaga, the problematic person from the army's defense zone."
Mu smiled and introduced himself.
Cyb nodded in sudden understanding.
"Oh, so you're the famous Hawk of Endymion. I never expected to meet you here."
Murrue and Mu were both startled. Murrue chuckled softly.
"It seems you have quite a bit of intelligence."
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