Not Super Robot Wars at All

Camus silently followed Kira into the locker room, bowing his head from start to finish, wondering what he was thinking. Uraki glanced curiously and didn't ask too much, before he changed his driving suit on his own.

"Do you know why I called you over?" Kira asked in a serious voice while changing his clothes, "If it hadn't been for the internet suddenly broken last night to reveal a flaw, I haven't noticed it yet, it has hacked me. Computer, it’s you when the broiler fetches the film."

"I'm sorry." Camus didn't mean to quibble at all, and he honestly nodded and admitted.

"Huh." Kira let out a speechless sigh, "Everyone is a man, and I don't understand your behavior. But if you think your behavior is a legitimate need, why don't you ask Mr. Zhang directly? You think there is a problem with your behavior, why do you still want to do it? You criticize adults for double standards all day long, don't you think your behavior is also contradictory?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." Camus said plainly, "I will reflect on it, and I will never do it again."

Camus's appearance was a bit out of Kira's accident. After he changed his clothes, he gave Camus a surprised look and shook his head to greet Uraki to leave. Camus sighed and sat casually on the bench in a daze.

Of course he knew that what he was doing was wrong, and even now he is actually not interested in watching movies. It's just that Stella and Asuka's affairs have hit him too hard, making him feel a little suffocated every day, and subconsciously want to find some difficult things to distract him-such as Heikila's computer.

There was a sudden noise at the door, and Camus bounced off the bench with a spirit all over his body, looked around in a panic, and hid in the closet next to the cleaning utensils without even thinking about it. However, after hiding in, he suddenly discovered a very serious problem.

"Why should I hide?" He asked himself inexplicably, "I haven't done anything shameful, so why should I hide?"

But now it would only be more embarrassing to go out. Camus simply hid inside, thinking that forbearance would pass, so there was no need to explain. Looking out through the gap in the closet, he just happened to see a person facing him sideways, as expected, it was a bird.

At this moment Asuka just opened his cabinet, he stared at the photo on the inside of the cabinet door for a while, then stretched out his hand in a daze, and took it back as if he had been burned. Regardless of the blonde girl in the photo, or the fragile expression of Asuka, it happened to be clearly visible from Camus's angle.

"True brother..." Feelings called guilt and weakness made his heart aching, "If I were more useful, Stella wouldn't..."

After a while, when there was no sound outside, Camus opened the closet in despair. He was paralyzed on the bench, looking at the ceiling again, numb in his mind. When he returned to the bridge in a daze, he was greeted with a cold look from the captain's seat.

"The old man asked you, what time is it now?" Wu Fei asked sharply, "Are you a little conscious of the task in progress?"

"I'm sorry." This is the number of times he said I'm sorry today, he didn't know.

"There is a suspicious enemy plane approaching, Destiny Gundam has to deal with it." Wu Fei did not continue to struggle, and decisively began to briefly describe the status quo. "The sudden communication with Destiny Gundam just now was lost. The other party should be a stand-alone stroller Minovsky. Particle’s high-performance MS."

With a cry of "Oh", Camus walked to Wu Fei and stood still, lowered his head and looked at the floor, not daring to look at CIC's side. There are several girls in CIC who always stare at him with hatred. He felt wronged at first, but after knowing that the opponent was Alzenar's before, he no longer had the courage to look at them.

An urge to do something drove his restless heart, while at the same time another powerless feeling of inability to do anything haunted him and made him extremely bored.

The bridge fell silent in this way, until more than ten seconds later, a strong mental fluctuation flashed through Camus's mind. This feeling is so paradoxical, as if a person who has undergone plastic surgery is vaguely left with the face of the past. The inexplicable throbbing made his heart beat so fast, he always felt that something terrible was about to happen.

That consciousness only appeared for a moment and left his sensing range, but the flustered feeling not only did not weaken, but became stronger, and Camus was startled in a cold sweat on his back. Something must be done now, or it will be too late, instinct told him like this.

"Father, the big business is not good!" he yelled in a panic, "I feel that there is something and I must go and see it! Otherwise, otherwise...!"

"The reason is not sufficient, dismissed." Wu Fei glanced at him indifferently, and responded indifferently, "Complete your duty."

"But, but...!" Camus was sweating profusely, but the incoherent shouting at this time would only make his words even less credible. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, "I Very smart, smarter than Sirocco, it's useless to panic."

He closed his eyes, thinking about how to convince Wu Fei. It was as if a big hand grabbed his heart, making him breathless, as if he would suffocate to death in the next moment. At the juncture of this kind of crisis, he somehow suddenly remembered the conversation between Dr. Lingoes and him before Tianren set off.

"Kira and Hiroshi have experienced the ups and downs of life, and their temperaments are already very smooth. Although they are young, they are actually the most mature. Only you, like a time bomb. I don't know when it will explode, but I have given Wufei I've explained it, and it will be disposed of before the explosion."

"So you specifically called me over to threaten me? That's really meaningful."

"I ask you, as the only NT on board, do you know that there are several types of NT?"

"Combat type, perception type...exit type?"

"Who taught you this-forget it, I know who it is, there is no need to answer. Let me tell you this, but most of the NTs are extreme existences with distorted personality, or that only extreme people can become NTs. We always Will be driven by passion or impulse to do things without knowing the consequences."

"I think Mr. Covatro is at all... uh... even someone who is so rational and inhuman like you?"

"The first type of NT can wisely watch yourself, use the impulse that is good for you, and discard what is harmful to you, such as Sirocco, which you look down on. The second type of NT is always vigilant and fearful of yourself, for fear that the impulse will cause irreversible damage. Consequences, such as the previous Amuro. The third type of NT will unconsciously let it go. If the result is good, you will be complacent, and if the result is bad, you will complain."

"...Like me now, right?"

"When did you come out of the third category, and when did you qualify for the Gundam?"

"Master!" Camus exclaimed in a loud voice, shaking off the memory, "I have something important to report!"

"Oh?" Wu Fei turned his head to look at him, "Say."

"As the only NT of the Iserlen, I perceive that Destiny Gundam is in a dangerous situation and apply for support." Camus mustered up the courage to stare at him, "This is my professional judgment as an NT. All consequences are determined by I will do it myself."

Wu Fei looked at him blankly, not angry.

"Master let me complete my duties, right?" Camus bit his head and continued, "I think NT's duty is this!"

"Your MS is gone."

"There are still two-headed dragons empty, aren't they?" Camus felt his voice trembling when he said this, "Master, please lend me the two-headed dragon Gundam! Please!"

Wufei's sharp gaze locked on Camus's eyes tightly, and Camus glared back. The old and the young stared with big eyes like this, and everyone else in the bridge was secretly watching this side.

It feels like a long time has passed. In fact, only less than ten seconds have passed. Wu Fei suddenly turned his head and looked at the big screen. The flat voice seemed to say a trivial thing: "The password is Meilan, you should cherish it. upbraid."

Camus was stunned for a while before he realized what Wu Fei's words meant. He yelled "Yes" in ecstasy, then turned around and ran towards Ganakusa.

There is no time to change any driving suit, every second is precious. Even if he doesn't feel that consciousness at all now, he has no doubt that he can find the other party.

"I must be meaningful here. NT can't exist just for the birth of tragedy." He quickly jumped into the cockpit of the double-headed dragon Gundam, and skillfully activated the system, "What justice, create a better Before talking about the world, at least let the important people around you be happy!"

…

The two machines were too close to avoid shooting, and the beam Magnum roared and brushed past Destiny Gundam's left hand. The beam shield on the arm only blocked less than one-fifth and turned into dust, even the long-range high-energy cannon behind it was not immune.

With this hard-hit injury, Destiny Gundam finally touched the banshee. With a wave of the Zhanjian Dao Juedi, the right hand of the banshee holding a gun and the Elf beam cannon on her right arm were severed from her body, and under the guidance of gravity, she fell to the island below without hesitation.

In the next second, the Ship Slayer was torn to pieces by the sharp claws of the banshee's left hand. Fate kicked the banshee to report the mourning, took out the spare beam saber with his left arm, and confronted her in mid-air.

Up to now, the two sides have lost all their long-range weapons, and the only thing left is a close fight. Asuka in the cockpit was panting heavily, and his body was already full of sweat.

"It's such a good machine, but it looks like this." Asuka smiled bitterly and glanced at the photo in the cockpit, "I'm sorry, Mayo, Stella, I'm really useless."

He understands that his destiny Gundam is the best performance among the three heaven and human planes made by Ed, and he also understands that Kira must be superior to him in terms of driving skills, and he knows that destiny is assigned to him rather than Kira. , Not because of the seemingly claimed balance of combat power, but simply Ed's preference for him.

For him, the person who extended a helping hand to him and his sister in the darkest time in his life, the person who taught him many precious things without reservation, the person who could not help but secretly be biased towards him but pretended It would be too frivolous and cheap to show people who don’t care about their appearance.

"I only know how to turn on MS, at least I have to do the only thing I can do well." He forcibly lifted up his exhausted spirit and turned on SEED again, "Stella, if you can hear it, Lend me your power, please."

The light wings behind Destiny Gundam released a dazzling brilliance, and the fuselage left a series of afterimages rushing towards the mourning banshee. The dexterous displacement and the bewildering entity afterimage made the claw hit the air continuously. In the chaos, the bird finally found the right time, holding the beam saber with his backhand and stabbing the cockpit.

The funeral banshee seemed to be human, subconsciously raising her left hand to stop her chest, the saber pierced the claws and nailed it to the fuselage. The light wing suddenly exerted its strength, and the mourning banshee was pressed and fell sharply, and finally hit the ground of the island below severely. The trees broke and the dust was flying.

"I even made something unscientific like a cannon in the palm. I really admire myself." Asuka suddenly remembered Eddy's proud tone when he introduced Destiny Gundam to him, and let out a sigh of relief. Smile, "Yes, I admire it too."

Destiny Gundam released the beam saber and put his right hand on the gap in the claw, and the cannon in his palm burst in the next moment. After a series of explosions, the golden light emitted by the psychopathic skeleton gradually dissipated, and the banshee was completely silent.

"It's finally over, you can go back—" Asuka's voice came to an abrupt end. The driver appeared in the main camera, under the completely scrapped left arm of the banshee, and on the fuselage that had been torn apart by the explosion. In the cabin is his dreamy figure, "...ah."

The brain is blank.

He manipulated Destiny Gundam to dig out the cockpit of the banshee in a hurry, hurriedly jumped out of the MS and ran to the cockpit wreckage, carefully holding the girl's weightless body and placing it on the ground. The girl looked at him with a smile from start to finish, breathing so weak as to disappear in the next second.

"Really, you are here." The girl struggled and raised her arm, trying to touch his cheek, "Really, it will protect Stella."

"Stella, I am here." Asuka held the girl's hand on his face and exhausted all his strength to keep breathing, "Why is this? Isn't this kind of thing enough once?! Destiny... this kind of name? It's too ironic too!"

"Really," the girl tried to open her eyes, but she was very tired and tired, as if she couldn't do it anymore, "Really, I like it."

The girl closed her eyes, and her little weak, boneless hand left his cheek and dropped weakly.

"Stella, Stella? Stella!" Tears finally flowed arrogantly. Asuka hugged the girl's body that could not breathe, raised her hair and shouted in an angry, sad, and helpless voice, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

I don't remember what happened in the middle. When Asuka came back to his senses, Destiny Gundam was quietly floating on the sea not far from the shore of the small island, extending his palms parallel to the sea. He stood on Gundam's palm, hugging Stella's gentle body.

In the distance, a familiar green-tone MS is approaching at high speed, but this kind of thing doesn't matter to him anymore, he has more important things to do.

"It's okay, Stella, there will be no more terrible things, and no more painful things." He leaned down, holding the girl's body flat on the silent sea, in a gentle voice. There was a little choked in it, "There is nothing to scare you anymore, and no one will bully you anymore. So rest assured, stay here quietly..."

He stared at the girl like a sleeping face, slowly letting go of his hands. The girl sank into the water little by little, and his vision became more and more blurred.

"Good night…"

"Stop it, really big brother!" The double-headed dragon was hovering in a sudden stop beside Destiny, and Camus's eager voice came from the hole in the cockpit door, "I still have consciousness, I can feel it!"

"...Huh?" Asuka raised his head in a daze, "What did you say?"

"Not dead!" Camus shouted, "Stella is not dead yet!"

Asuka's brain understood what Camus said. He plunged into the water decisively and swam to the bottom of the sea. Poor Stella finally escaped the fate of being drowned.