Gundam: Iron-Blooded Wolf King

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"Stealth?"

...

Twenty minutes later.

In a nearby open space, Mikazuki sat inside the transparent Barbatos, continuously surveying the cockpit as if it were his first time entering.

"Barbatos never had this function before."

"Didn't I tell you? Both Barbatos and I have changed. The current Barbatos, compared to when you first piloted it, has its performance boosted by a full five times.

This guy has also gained many new functions. Stealth is just one of them. It's really unique."

Orga was also amazed by his own and Barbatos's changes. Doubt certainly existed. After all, he was a dead man. Why did he appear as a system in Mikazuki's Barbatos? Too many mysteries.

No longer dwelling on this, his gaze shifted to the image before him.

Four grey-blue, red-eyed mobile suits appeared on the horizon. A thousand meters in front of them were two rapidly moving military vehicles. The four mobile suits seemed to be chasing the vehicles.

"Orga, these mobile suits... are they Gjallarhorn?"

"No, I've never seen these mobile suits. They don't look much like Gundam frames either. Wait... Mikazuki, do those mobile suits have writing on their heads?"

"Hm?"

At Orga's mention, Mikazuki quickly zoomed in the camera. Barbatos truly seemed different from before. The image, even when zoomed in from several kilometers away, was as clear as if seen with his own eyes.

Orga made a questioning sound.

"ZGMF-1017... What is that, a code name?"

Mikazuki zoomed in on the car's image again. He discovered something.

The car's hood had a symbol printed on it, a symbol similar to the letter Z, with a white diagonal cross in the middle. Below the symbol were words:

Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty (abbreviated ZAFT)

"Hey, Orga, do you know what this means?"

"Uh... It seems to be something about freedom... treaty, some alliance. Ah, I'm also half-baked culturally, you know. But you, haven't you been studying with Kudelia all this time?"

"I can only write my own name. And after that, the right half of my body stopped working, you know that."

"Ah, I forgot..."

Mikazuki zoomed out the image, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"They're coming this way..."

About ten minutes later, the car and mobile suits were about three kilometers away from Barbatos. One of the cars was blown up by a shot from a cyclops MS. The other was still fleeing.

At this moment, Mikazuki inadvertently noticed that the four light grey mobile suits also had the exact same symbol as the car.

"Look, those four mobile suits also have that symbol."

"What? Are they on the same side? What's going on? Mikazuki, check the people inside the car. Barbatos now has thermal analysis; it can analyze people's appearances through thermal imaging."

"Huh?"

Mikazuki was confused. What the hell was thermal analysis? Did he have such a thing?

Orga, knowing his brother's temperament, said helplessly,

"Didn't I tell you? Barbatos gained a lot of new things.

Alright, stop asking for now. I'll send the new functions to your brain via Alaya-Vijnana later. I'll send you the activation method for thermal analysis first. Your brain might feel a bit uncomfortable, just bear with it."

"Why does Barbatos seem to have a bunch of random new functions?"

Mikazuki grumbled. Then, a sharp pain shot into his brain via the Alaya-Vijnana system on his back, making Mikazuki frown slightly, but it quickly faded.

Closing his eyes to sort through the new information in his mind, he skillfully tapped the cockpit buttons. The image in his eyes changed, becoming like a thermal imager.

"See who's in the car?"

Mikazuki looked at the approaching car. The image froze, and Barbatos's main computer began to analyze the occupants through thermal imaging. In less than ten seconds,

four individual photo windows appeared, showing full-body images of four people: two women and two men.

One pink-haired girl made Mikazuki frown. Her eyes drew his attention first.

The other three were clearly military personnel, as their faces bore the characteristic grim determination of soldiers. They also appeared physically fit.

But the girl was different. She was a very frail woman, with no signs of training. Yet, her eyes revealed a sense of calm.

"She... she looks a bit like Kudelia."

Mikazuki murmured involuntarily.

Orga asked, "What did you say?"

Mikazuki shook his head.

"Nothing, just talking to myself. But speaking of which, they're on the same side, aren't they?"

"Ah, people from the same organization chasing each other like fugitives, it's a bit similar to the internal conflicts that happened with the Turbines...

Is there some important figure in that car? In that case..."

Orga's mind quickly became active. They might be able to learn about this place through the people in that car. The iron flower on the screen flickered.

"Mikazuki, let's gamble. Let's save that car."

"Understood."

Mikazuki didn't ask why he should save them. His personality was somewhat cold and he didn't like to think, but he wasn't stupid. What they needed most right now was information.

So, when Orga said to save the car, he understood his intention.

A mass-produced ZAFT mobile suit, the GINN. One of the pilots grumbled in frustration.

"Damn it, what's wrong with that little girl's car? It's scurrying around like a rat, and there's this infuriating interference. I can't even aim straight!"

"Calm down! Idiot, your current mindset violates the combat guidelines of the Special Forces.

Don't worry, even if the Diva has electromagnetic interference as a means to interfere with our projectile weapons, it's just a futile struggle. Besides, that car should be running out of fuel after running so far. Heh heh, they can't escape our grasp."

After being reprimanded by the captain, the somewhat exasperated pilot calmed down and responded with a sneer.

"Yes, but it's really dramatic that the daughter of the Speaker, known as the top Diva of the entire PLANT, Lacus Clyne, would die in our hands."