[EXT. SPACE — STARIUS]
COUNTDOWN: 00:00
The charging rings locked into place.
A deep, resonating hum spread through the void.
Then—
FWOOMMMMMM!!!
The Starius Beam Cannon unleashed its fury.
A colossal spear of pure light, wider than cities, ripped across the darkness, aimed directly at the Moon.
[MOON KINGDOM COMMAND CHAMBER]
Officers froze.
No evasive maneuvers could work. The beam's speed was absolute.
Morderia (gritting her teeth):
> "No… it's going to—"
---
[EXT. SPACE — MOON ORBIT]
Suddenly—
BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!
A massive golden shield barrier erupted in front of the beam's path.
The impact was blinding.
Energy waves rippled out in concentric circles, warping space itself.
Chunks of superheated plasma exploded outward like a shattered sun.
Close-up: The shield's surface cracked and shimmered under the assault, sparks arcing along its edges…
But it held.
---
[WIDE SHOT]
Standing before the Moon, braced against the cosmic blast, was a towering mobile suit clad in white and gold armor—
The Gundam Galahad.
Its left arm locked around a titanic shield almost as large as itself, glowing with layered energy fields.
The shield's surface bore the insignia of the Kingdom of Camelot.
---
[MOON KINGDOM COMMAND CHAMBER]
Gasps filled the room.
The beam finally dissipated, leaving the Moon untouched.
Officer:
> "Deflected… it actually deflected Starius…"
Then—
The monitors shifted, flickering into a single, dominant feed.
Arthur King appeared, seated in his throne-like captain's chair, a confident smile on his face.
Arthur King:
> "O' Queen of the Moon… you asked for a miracle."
Queen Guinevere (shocked, whispering):
> "…Arthur King…"
Arthur King:
> "And I have delivered it. Gundam Galahad has turned aside the judgment of Starius. The Moon is safe… for now."
He leaned forward, his eyes locking with hers.
"Remember our bargain."
---
[EXT. SPACE — GUNDAM GALAHAD]
The massive shield lowered, revealing Galahad's visor glowing a deep, piercing blue.
It raised its beam lance toward the Mercury fleet—
A silent declaration of war.
---
[INT. MOON KINGDOM MEDICAL WARD]
The sterile scent of antiseptic filled his nose.
Dim sunlight from the lunar city's dome panels filtered through the blinds, painting pale stripes across his vision.
Nura slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze met the familiar sight of the infirmary's white ceiling.
Nura (softly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips):
> "…Similar ceiling again…"
He turned his head—empty room.
No Ralvern. No Morderia. No nurses. Only the steady beeping of the life-monitor beside him.
---
As he sat up, pain flared across his chest and shoulders, a reminder of the battle's brutality.
Images began to return in fragments—
The clash with Valetta Gundam…
Belthran's voice roaring in his comms…
The desperate push against Starius…
The heat of the beam charging—
And then—
Nura (muttering):
> "…That's right… the beam…"
The memory sharpened.
The Starius's blinding light filled his vision—
The violent shockwave—
And then nothing but darkness.
---
He exhaled slowly, his hand clenching over the bedsheet.
A question clawed at the back of his mind:
> If I'm here… then what happened to the Moon?
---
[INT. MOON KINGDOM MEDICAL WARD]
The silence in the room gnawed at him. Nura's eyes drifted toward the small remote lying on the side table.
He grabbed it with a stiff hand, his fingers trembling more from unease than pain, and clicked the button.
The TV flickered to life.
Static.
Then the image cleared—
A grand, golden ceremonial hall filled the screen.
Moon Kingdom officials in their finest stood in formation, and at the center…
Arthur King.
Tall, confident, dressed in his regalia, his voice carrying across the chamber.
> Arthur King: "As of this day, I announce my engagement to Her Majesty, Queen Guinevere of the Moon Kingdom. Our union shall bring a lasting peace between Camelot and the Moon."
---
Nura froze.
The words didn't make sense at first.
Then his heart began to pound, his breath quickening.
Nura (staring at the screen, voice breaking):
> "What…?"
The broadcast continued—Guinevere stood beside Arthur, her expression unreadable under the heavy crown.
Nura (louder, disbelief boiling into anger):
> "This… This is gonna be a lie, right…?"
He clenched the remote so hard the plastic creaked.
The memories of the fight, the desperate push to protect the Moon, the pain—it all twisted inside him.
With a sudden motion, he threw the blanket aside, ripped the IV from his arm, and staggered to his feet.
---
[INT. MOON KINGDOM CORRIDOR]
His bare footsteps slapped against the cold floor as he stumbled through the hallway.
Nurses called out after him, but he didn't stop.
He needed answers—now.
>Nura: "It's a lie!"
>Nura: " It's gotta be a lie!"
Turning a corner, he nearly collided with a tall, broad-shouldered man in an old Earth Federation coat, its insignia faded with time.
General Halsten.
The former Earth Federation commander, now an advisor within the Moon Kingdom.
Halsten looked Nura up and down, his eyes narrowing slightly.
> Halsten: "You should be in bed, Nura."
Nura, still breathing hard, stepped forward.
> Nura: "General Halsten… please… tell me it's not true… what they said on the broadcast—about Guinevere and Arthur King."
Halsten's expression shifted, but he didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he sighed, the weight of years visible in his gaze.
---
[INT. MOON KINGDOM CORRIDOR]
Halsten's weathered eyes met Nura's, the silence between them heavier than any battlefield fog.
Finally, the old general spoke—his voice low, deliberate.
> Halsten: "…It's true."
The words hit Nura like a shell blast.
He stumbled back a half-step, blinking rapidly, his jaw tightening as if to stop something from breaking inside.
Halsten continued, slower now, as if the weight of each word hurt to carry.
> Halsten: "The engagement was announced hours ago. Official. Political. She… must have her reasons, Nura."
Nura's teeth clenched until his jaw ached. His fists trembled.
Halsten took a step closer, a hand hovering near Nura's shoulder.
> Halsten: "I know it's hard. You've given everything—"
> Nura: "THEN WHAT THE HELL HAVE I BEEN FIGHTING FOR?!!"
The corridor rang with his voice.
Nura's hands shot out, seizing Halsten's collar, yanking the older man down to meet his eyes.
> Nura: "WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO MY DEAD COMRADES?! MY PARENTS?! AND GRAVEN?!!"
His voice cracked, grief slicing through the anger.
> Nura: "ARE YOU GONNA SAY IT'S ALL BEEN IN VAIN?!!!"
Halsten didn't resist. His expression didn't harden—if anything, it softened.
Nura's breath hitched, his grip loosening as tears forced their way out.
The fire in his eyes drowned under a tide of raw pain.
Still clutching Halsten's uniform, he sank to his knees on the cold floor, his forehead almost touching the man's chest.
> Nura: "…I fought so they wouldn't have to… so they'd be…"
> Nura: "Please tell me it's a lie..."
Halsten's hand finally rested on Nura's shoulder, heavy, steady—not as a soldier's gesture, but as an old man's comfort.
Yet neither spoke further—the air between them carried all the words they couldn't say.