Not Super Robot Wars at All

In a small town in the middle of Senegal's desert, a young man pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in. The bell on the door rang, and the owner of the tavern raised his head and took his attention away from what he had at hand. I saw the young man standing by the door and taking a few breaths. He took off his cloak and hung it on the shelf for the guests at the door. Sand on the cloak kept falling to the ground.

"Good noon, Camus, is it still the same?" After the boss got the affirmative answer, he confessed to the girl around him, "the same, juice and lunch."

"Good noon." Camus walked to the old seat and sat down, when the woman just brought the juice to his table, "Thank you, Ms. Nanayi."

"Am I the age when I should be called a lady? I think it's a girl." Nanayi touched her cheek pretendingly, "I still want you to use another name."

Camus lowered his head embarrassedly and drank the juice, Nanayi smiled, took the plate and walked to the back kitchen to prepare Camus' lunch.

"There is no business today." Camus glanced around at the tavern with only one of his guests, and said to the owner who sat across from him, "Why not open the tavern to a capital like Dkar? There are no guests in this desert. Right."

"Because people need to stay away from right and wrong when they reflect and settle." The boss said in a deep voice. Sunglasses, that’s because I don’t want to be recognized."

Camus knew that the other party was telling the truth, because the other party was also NewType, which is why he dared to come to this tavern every day at this time. If the other party is really malicious, at least he, who is also NewType, can immediately find out.

"Mr. Kovatro why do you open a tavern?" Camus raised the question that had been confused for a long time. "You know everything, and you are very mature. The most important thing is NewType. I always feel that Mr. Kovatro should go more. It’s too wasteful to do more powerful things and open a tavern in such a small place."

"My father met my mother in the tavern, and he himself died of a glass of wine. The wine and the tavern are my cause." Kovatro noticed that Camus felt a little emotional when he heard the words of his parents. Volatility, "and personal abilities have nothing to do with what he should do. Some people think that they are omnipotent but eventually make mistakes. Some people know that they can’t do anything but still give it a go. NewType is very important. But it doesn’t mean everything."

"Really, it would be nice if it was really like this. Unfortunately, not everyone is like you, Mr. Kovatro." Camus firmly held the glass of juice. It doesn't make sense."

"Did you suffer unfair treatment?" Covatro hesitated, "Would you like to share it with me? Your story."

"...My father is a bastard." Camus spoke in a ghostly manner under the NT induction, "Obviously we still have an affair outside when we have a family. I never care about my mother and me. My mother knows that my father's affair does not resist, just I am immersed in work. No one talks to me when I go home every day, as if I am not their son. Isn't this kind of family too weird?"

Kovatro noticed that Nanayi was about to serve food and gave her a hidden hint. Nanayi put down her lunch comprehensibly, walked quietly to the door and hung up the closed sign.

"Then my father forced me to join a strange organization, because I was NewType and had to cooperate with them to do all kinds of hard work. I would punish me if I resisted and put me in confinement. I'm still a kid. Why should I be right? Me? Are these adults too inexplicable?"

Camus stood up excitedly as he spoke.

"The only thing that is good for me is Lieutenant Emma. Although she always beats me, I can still tell the kindness. But even Lieutenant Emma was forced to perform a so-called secret mission. He was on the mission a year ago. Missing in the middle. It’s so strange, aren’t they an organization, why didn’t anyone go to Lieutenant Emma? Doesn’t it matter if she just died like this?"

The Gibraltar base is in the north. With Kovatro's knowledge and IQ, it is clear that this organization is Titans, and what Titans is doing is very intriguing.

"I can't bear such a thing!" Camus waved his arms excitedly. "It took me a long time to finally determine the whereabouts of Lieutenant Emma. If those cunning adults choose to protect themselves, then I will save myself. She! I can feel that Lieutenant Emma must be alive! I almost made it last time if it wasn't the one who got in the way!"

"So you sneaked out of that organization?" Kovatro looked at Camus, who was nervous after being said, "Don't worry, I won't report you. Remember, I also don't want to be discovered. , So you should rest assured."

Camus, who had judged the true and false, let out a sigh of relief and sat back in his seat. At this time, Nanayi stepped on the point to serve lunch, and Camus thanked him.

"A deceased friend once said to me that the younger you are, the more you must be cautious in your words and deeds, otherwise you will fall into remorse when you grow up." Covatro hid his nostalgic eyes behind his sunglasses, "Such a person It is worthy of your admiration, but not worthy of your study. He is very tired of life, and I am afraid that he hasn't even experienced his youth until his death. It will be very hard for a woman to like him."

Camus looked at him confused, NT induction told him that the other party was a little sad.

"Impulse is the privilege of young people." Kovatro smiled warmly at Camus, "You did a good job."

The affirmation from others, and more importantly from NewType, made Camus' heart beat violently. He blurted out, "Mr. Kovatro, do you know where there is a black market?"

Covatro cast a suspicious look at him, and then remembered that he was still wearing sunglasses, so he asked, "What are you going to do? The black market is not a place for children your age to get involved."

"I want to buy a camera." Camus bit his scalp and continued, "The kind of MS used, the main camera of the general model, mounted on the head."

A few hours later, Camus led Kovatro to his "secret base" in the desert. After escaping from Titans, he has been hiding in this place, only going out when needed.

Kovatro stared blankly at the huge white MS, before speaking slowly: "Although I don't want to admit the existence of fate, this coincidence denies me as a realist."

"It's called a unicorn. I drove it out of Titans." Camus introduced him. "The name is from Sirocco. It is said to symbolize purity and implies that this MS has not been subjected to Anaheim. The pollution of Dr. Mu and Lingoes was completely independently researched and developed by Titans."

"Unicorn Gundam..." Kovatro murmured, "The invention of Lingoes and the logo of Amuro, is this suggesting anything to me?"

"The main camera was broken. I want to fix it." Camus pointed to the unicorn's broken head. "Then I'm going to save Lieutenant Emma. I didn't have enough experience last time, so I will do it next time!"

"Camus, you only have one mobile suit." Kovatro asked, "The other party is an organization, and it may be life-threatening. Do you want to go even then?"

"Mr. Covatro, do you know Char Aznab?" Camus couldn't see the face behind the other's sunglasses. "He was a person I respect before he threw the satellite. He was alone against the Zabi family. Rebelled against the entire PLANT and finally succeeded."

"...I can introduce you to the black market, but the main camera is not cheap for your age." Covatro couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly, "I won't lend you money."

"I have money, and Titans has a very high salary!" Camus shook his fist excitedly. "Thank you, Mr. Covatro!"

"How do you plan to install the camera after you bought it?" Kovatro looked at Camus with an embarrassed expression and couldn't help laughing. "I can help you find a reliable manpower, but you have to pay commission and my agency fee."

"Okay! No problem! Thank you so much!" Camus cheered excitedly. At such a young age, on the one hand, he has to escape from the pursuit of Titans, on the other hand, he has to find a way to save people. This is the best news in a long time for him, who is mentally strained.

"Don't be eager to be happy, about Titans." Kovatro interrupted Camus calmly, "Are you sure they won't find your location?"

"They must have thought that I have arrived in Mislchi now." Camus replied triumphantly, "That Sillock is not as smart as I am. I left a clue that I can barely find with his IQ. I've also been here on the way. They haven't been found, their range of hunting enemies can't be larger than that of unicorns."

"Amuro, Lingoes, even I want to believe in the possibility of humans." Kovatro glanced at Camus, who was excited again, and looked at Unicorn Gundam in a daze, "For my sister, do you understand? Oh, he is also a shy person."

...

At this time, in the airspace of Mislqi, three Hambrabi were flying in MA form.

Hambraby is a cutting-edge mobile suit independently developed by Titans, designed by Colonel Silok himself. The biggest feature of this MS is that it can be transformed into an aircraft-like MA form, which greatly enhances its maneuverability in the atmosphere and is very suitable for long-distance combat.

Colonel Silok said that Hambraby’s design was inspired entirely by himself and had nothing to do with Zeta up to a penny. Everyone’s transformation was just a mere coincidence. Dr. Lingoes also privately stated before his life that Hambraby’s design had nothing to do with him, and it was absolutely impossible for him to design such an ugly MS.

"Hasa, Cooper, stay vigilant." Yazan interrupted the two subordinates who were chatting on the friendly channel. "Now I'm in another country. Go back and talk again."

"Yes, Captain." The two stopped chatting quickly, and one of them asked, "We have been flying for a long time, except that the deserted island is the sea, and found nothing. Could the Unicorn Gundam not be here?"

"There is such a possibility, but the Unicorn Gundam is one of the things that Colonel Silok attaches the most importance to now. We just follow his instructions." Yazan watched every deserted island he passed by, "and This is Mislqi. All the teams that came here to perform the exploration mission have lost contact. The life is yours, you give me 120,000 points."

"Yes!" the two replied loudly.

"This place is very evil. Once you cross the border, you can't connect to the communication. The reconnaissance satellite sweeps out a fog." Yazan held the joystick tightly and kept himself in the best possible state at any time. "Diplomatically, Colonel Silok will find a way. What we have to do is get enough information and go back alive."

"That's why we sent the captain!" One of his subordinates, Hasa, gave a flattering. "The captain is our Titans's strongest trump card. It's not like the kid who relies on superpowers. If you send early, The captain is here, and there is no need for accidents in the previous teams."

"Speaking of this, what's the matter with that satellite?" Another subordinate Cooper said casually, "I see on the Internet that NewType is actually a superpower, and it can destroy the world after awakening."

"Bullshit, you read too many comics." Hassa replied disdainfully, "An expert came out to refute the rumors. It was the impact of many MS explosions that changed the trajectory of Junius 7. The red light is the driver's. What is the role of the bloodstain and I's position in the vacuum? I can't tell you clearly. The expert analysis is very detailed. See for yourself. You think, if the super-powered Lingo is really dead?"

"Yes, Lingoes is dead after all." Cooper suddenly became excited. "But there is reason for this kind of person to die? Fuck, it's Lux, I can't control it with excitement when I think about it."

"Don't say it, my saliva is going to flow down. Lacus, the survivor, is so tempting." Hasa echoed, "Lingos died well, died well!"

"You two." Yazan interrupted again, and then there was something in the corner of his eye that a normal person would never notice, "Turn around! Right away!"

"Yes, Captain!" The two turned around without hesitation, and they had developed a blind trust in the captain.

Yazan flew to the top of this large island, suspended Hambrabi in MS form, and slowly patrolled along the coast. There was an extremely weak sense of disharmony in his vision just now, but he noticed it keenly with a beastly instinct. After a short while, he found the right body of the sense of disharmony, and the forest on the coast was hit by something very small.

"There are traces of the existence of MS." He notified two of his men, "Keep vigilant, search separately, and notify me immediately if suspicious situations are found."

The three Hambras spread out in an orderly manner. While Yazan was carefully observing the dense forest, he suddenly reflexively controlled the fuselage to make an evasive movement, and a thick beam of particles passed him fortunately.

"Assemble, here I am!" he shouted to his subordinates through the friendly channel, "found a big fish."

"This is Silver Thunder?" The subordinates who quickly merged looked at Gundam on the ground in shock, "Isn't Lingoes dead?"

"It doesn't matter if he is Lingoes, it's okay to kill him first." Yazan smiled cruelly, "The silver thunder is the one with that huge set of plug-ins. This is the decoration inside, it's only good-looking."