Not Super Robot Wars at All

After yesterday’s interview, Zhen Asuka has been officially hired as a test driver for the MS Research Institute in Anaheim and started working today. Because of his good performance in the interview, he was booked as a test driver for Zeta Gundam. Before the completion of Zeta's first sample machine, he needed to read the pile of relevant technical documents. After that, Ed did not care much. Although the child's worldview is not very mature, he has been dragging his sister in the society for so many years, so he can worry about the trivial matter of adapting to the new working environment.

However, C.C.'s performance was very strange last night. She had been silent last weekend, but she suddenly returned to normal yesterday, not knowing what the stimulus was. But she was quite mysterious at first, and Ed didn't care much. He is viewing the progress of two nuclear power engines jointly developed with PLANT.

When Ed saw the picture of Lux in the drawer this morning, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have not cared about the two machines for a long time. Now that I have received Klein's "benefits", it makes sense to care a little bit for reason. As for the photos, C.C. didn't seem to be pleasing to the eyes of the photos Klein sent, so Ed came to the office with ease.

These two new machines Ed is actually not of interest, because there is really nothing new in them. Whether it is Dragoons or backpacks, they are all ready-made technologies. Even the meteor system that Eddy gave to ZAFT's PPT is just a modification of the Dendrobium series of the GP series. It can be said that these two machines have to change the basic parameters of the machine in accordance with the physical fitness of the Minovsky fission furnace and the adjuster, and the other is basically a piece of the existing results.

Of course, the performance is as good as Ed's, but it is difficult to arouse his interest. In contrast, Zeta's deformable skeleton is a brand new subject that is more challenging. Therefore, after finishing the top-level architecture design of the two machines, Aide completely threw the details to the people below, and never cared about it again.

Regarding the naming of these two units, Ed did not do any intervention, but the magic is that they are still named Justice and Freedom. On this point, he had consulted Klein.

"I object to such a naming, it is simply inciting the antagonism between the adjuster and the natural person. This kind of superiority, even if it exists, can never be expressed." Klein told him at the time, "but Aznab The congressman insisted, Patrick also strongly agreed with Aznab's proposition, and I have no influence in ZAFT."

Edwan never expected that the names of justice and freedom were actually proposed by Xia Ya. Reminiscent of Xia Ya’s unscrupulous way of doing things to achieve goals, is this really his political proposition or a slogan he shouted in order to win over certain people?

In addition, Klein's claim that he has no influence in the ZAFT army is absolutely nonsense. As the equity agent of PLANT in Anaheim, he cannot estimate the amount of money he has passed each year. It is astronomical to just pick up some soup and water. It is more than enough to build a private arsenal on any unknown satellite. .

What's more, his deal with Ed's anti-neutron jammer was to completely bypass the private acceptance of the Supreme Council. At the beginning, he was able to smuggle this kind of national weapon out of the country without a word, and Ed was stunned. To say that this person has no direct line in the army, Ed can only show an awkward and polite smile, indicating that whether you believe it or not, I really believe it.

Ed was thinking wildly, flipping through the development progress of justice and freedom over and over. It seemed that the progress of the two machines was as smooth as he had imagined, and the PLANT could be handed over in a short time. As expected, the delegation of authority was correct at that time. The ability of the person in charge is also good. I haven't been promoted for a long time, so I can consider raising my salary.

The video call on the desk rang suddenly, and Eddy pressed the answer button smoothly.

"Good morning, director," it was Odby downstairs. "Minister Gamitov Heyman of the Earth Federation has called for you and is waiting online."

"Help me transfer." As the screen turned, an old man appeared on the screen, "Good morning, Brigadier General Hyman. Oh no, according to your time zone, it's good afternoon."

"Good morning, Dr. Lingoes." Heyman didn't seem to be interested in discussing the time zone with Ed. "What am I contacting you for now, you should know in your heart."

"Could it be that the results have been discussed?" It has only been a few days since the meeting last week. "Brigadier General Hyman, I have to say that you have subverted my view on the efficiency of the federal government. Some prejudices."

"Then doctor, please continue to maintain this prejudice. The military department and the federal government's waste bureaucrats are different." Heyman made no secret of his contempt for the federal government, even if he is the current secretary of finance." Captain Lei is of military status, and his disposal is purely the internal affairs of the military, and the federal government has no power to interfere."

"Then can I understand that the brigadier general brought good news?

"At 8 o'clock in the morning of the moon next Monday, Captain Amuro Ray will arrive at Copernicus Spaceport on time by the flagship Akama of the 13th Fleet of the Earth Federation Space Force. Lieutenant Colonel Bright Noah is in charge. At 8 p.m. Moon time next Friday, Captain Amuro Ray will return on the same warship."

Wait, there is too much information and too many slots, one by one.

The Thirteenth Fleet of the Space Force, the flagship of Akama, Captain Lin Youde, well, the world is messed up enough, and Ed is now completely immune to this level of minor problems. Then the most critical: "Brigadier General Hyman, if I heard you right, there are less than five days?"

"Yes, the military will lend Captain Lei a total of 108 hours."

"Is the time too short?"

"For a genius like Dr. Lingos, isn't one hundred and eight hours more than enough." Hyman's expression is so serious that there is no room for euphemism. "This is the unanimous conclusion reached by all senior military leaders after careful consultation. One hundred and eight hours is the maximum time limit we can accept. Dr. Lingoes, I am now informing you of the military’s final decision, not bargaining with you."

Although this person speaks awkwardly, Ed is too lazy to take advantage of him now. Now that it has been finalized, there is no point in continuing to struggle, so the next question is: "It's just a gift for someone. Is it necessary to send a warship? Or the flagship of the Thirteen Fleet."

"I think Dr. Lingoes is understandable as a researcher."

"In other words, for you, the value of Captain Lei, or the loss of losing Captain Lei, is no less than a battleship..." It seems that the Federation attaches more importance to the new mankind than you think. Originally thought they didn't pay enough attention to keeping Amuro in a cage, but now it seems that they just don't know how to deal with it and can only lock it up first. "But if the warship is dispatched, the lunar military will be involved."

"Doctors don't worry about this issue. I will personally negotiate with General Jinkalam of the Lunar Army. In addition, protecting Captain Lei's safety will be regarded as the top priority of the entire trip." Hyman glanced outside the screen. , It seems that someone has entered the room he is in, "This rule will also be firmly implemented on the moon. Please understand Dr. Lingoes and the research institute."

In other words, all activities of Amuro on the moon will be closely monitored by the Federal Fleet: "Although it may cause some inconvenience, on behalf of Anaheim, I understand the military's approach."

"Thank you very much for your understanding. I want to convey so much. My secretary will send you the detailed information by email later. Finally, I hope that the doctor can hand in a satisfactory answer by then."

"Then stay tuned. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Heyman hung up the video call and looked at the man who seemed to appear out of thin air in the room. He quietly opened the drawer of the desk and picked up the pistol inside.

"Meeting again, Garmitov Hyman." This man looks like he is about thirty years old, wearing a well-made green suit, with long blond hair in good order, and a gentle smile on his handsome face. As if knowing everything well. "Finally willing to let your rare animal out of the cage?"

"How did you get in?" Hyman slowly moved the pistol under the table in front of him, held it with both hands, and made a gesture that he could raise the gun at any time.

"Ask the same question that won't get a reply every time. Don't you think it's a stupid and boring thing?" The man was at the other end of the room, his elbows casually resting on the cabinet beside him, and he didn't mean to approach him. "Although being in the same room with a bad old man makes me sick and almost vomiting, unfortunately, no better collaborator has been found in the current federation."

"Cooperator?" Hyman let out a sneer. "A collaborator who doesn't even want to reveal his name?"

"It doesn't matter what my name is. The important thing is that the way you handle the information I give you is in my interest. In other words, we worked together very happily." The man took out a data disk from his suit pocket and placed it in On the cabinet at hand, "This time the content is relatively hot. Old people like you should be mentally prepared. There is news about the things you dream of."

"I do not understand what you're saying."

"Neutron interference canceller." The man looked at Hyman happily, taking a breath, "There are three in total, one in Anaheim on the moon, and two in PLANT's Nuclear Power Research Center."

"There is no way on the moon, PLANT's Nuclear Power Research Center..." Heymandi gazes sharply on the man in front of him like a falcon, "Do you want ZAFT to fight directly with the EFF?"

"What do you want to do is your business, I have no interest in intervening." The man seemed to be completely relieved from the pressure from Heymandi, and he still looked relaxed and comfortable. It will be equipped on two mobile suits. You see, what a good chance, there is no need to go to war."

The amount of information is too large for Hyman to digest, so he can only be silent.

"That's all I want to say, the details are here." The man pointed to the data disk that was just put down, "Goodbye, then."

Then as if he had never appeared before, this person disappeared out of thin air. Although this is not the first time I have seen this kind of thing, Hyman still can't believe it.

As the top level of the Earth Federation government and military, he does know the "truth" that ordinary people don’t know, such as Britannia and Misrchi, but even for him, what this man did Because it is too subverting common sense, it can't be explained by one sentence of blindness or special function. And the information he gave each time was completely unexplainable by pure espionage methods. But the hateful thing was that the information he provided every time was so delicious that Hyman couldn't refuse, such as this one in front of him.

Hyman put the pistol back in the drawer and let out a breath. He got up and slowly walked to the position of the data disk, his hands trembling slightly for unknown reasons whether he was nervous or excited.

"Neutron interference canceller..."