UNIVEEEEERSE!!! (-al Gundam idea and discussion thread)

Interesting, idea Synthesis. I always hated how the Wing was repaired and somewhat restored before Une used it out of the blue to save Trieze at a crucial moment which saw it pretty much destroyed. It would have been more interesting if it, as you said, was given over to another pilot to be used in the final weeks of the entire war. Hmmm... now there is an idea that I may explore in my own Gundam Wing story if I ever get that far anyways. Chuckles. Still cannot believe that you are almost done with Walkers Account for I have been off and on reading it for ages. I think your story, along with CSS.Stravag's own Archangel's Amazing Adventures are two of the more long-standing constantly updated Gundam fanfiction on the internet. Any other Gundam story from around the same time frame is either dead, abandoned by their writer, or pretty much completed.
 
*Looks nervously at my Knights of Gjallarhorn fanfic that I still haven't completed in eight years*

One day, I will finish this.
 
Interesting, idea Synthesis. I always hated how the Wing was repaired and somewhat restored before Une used it out of the blue to save Trieze at a crucial moment which saw it pretty much destroyed. It would have been more interesting if it, as you said, was given over to another pilot to be used in the final weeks of the entire war. Hmmm... now there is an idea that I may explore in my own Gundam Wing story if I ever get that far anyways. Chuckles. Still cannot believe that you are almost done with Walkers Account for I have been off and on reading it for ages. I think your story, along with CSS.Stravag's own Archangel's Amazing Adventures are two of the more long-standing constantly updated Gundam fanfiction on the internet. Any other Gundam story from around the same time frame is either dead, abandoned by their writer, or pretty much completed.

Thanks, it's encouraging to hear that. By a stroke of bad luck, Fanfiction.net is having a rather long outage, so I can't easily reference my own work (I have word document "masters", but it is more convenient that way), but it's nice to know I still have an audience after all these years all these very long delays. As noted, it's an extremely iconic scene that does so little in the plot and yet is so memorable, right up there were Newtype Space Magic, and in a way I always knew I was going to have write through or around it somehow.

One of my original solutions was, as you described (I must be predictable, consistent, or both), to have it seized by Walker and used for the Eve Wars. Not by Walker, because so much of Walker's Account has been in service of establishing he is, at best, a competent pilot with a high survival edge (he keeps getting shot down and surviving relatively intact), who is surrounded by considerably superior who don't need the luck of the devil because they're actually good at not being shot down; the unflappable Emi is probably the best of those. Walker is a better engineer than pilot, and I could've gone that route but somehow...I didn't want Walker to be a Gundam pilot (something a few people have floated to me, to my surprise; maybe it's Walker's instinctual hatred of the Gundams as symbols of individualistic rebellion, violence and terror, and the irony coming from that). I thought about making Emi one, and Walker has tried, and failed, to convince Emi to become the pilot for Tallgeese II (it's suggested she is at least as a good a pilot as Treize, and possibly on par with Zechs; it just so happens she never flies anything that isn't a Leo, an Aries, or a Taurus). I'm not exactly sure at this time, but I settled on the idea that Emi could've been a Gundam pilot, in the way that Soris and Luna Armonia are, but rejected that condition--out of a hyper-professional or even mercenary behavior, "I'm a pilot by virtue of taking on an occupation and, through tireless effort and sheer force of will, becoming the best at it." The Gundams, in her mind (and Walker's too, a rare point where they agree) are "cheats" and the tools of fanaticism in the name of a political objective (even if the G-Boys spend half the narrative not knowing what the hell they're actually doing), and not professional careerists who treat their roles as combat pilots as being a framework of skills that can be perfected by experience. By contrast, the OZ-12SMS is the sort of ultimate "tool"; the pinnacle of OZ's mobile suit design (at the time anyway), the perfect weapon for a space war, flexible, reliable, and manufactured in large enough numbers to actually effect the course of a war--I still think of it as being OZ's equivalent of the FW-190 'Anton', or maybe the Yak-9, an industrial product of multiple stages of experience and refinement that wasn't perfect, but among the best available and couldn't be easily surpassed in its era. The haughty pride of OZ's best pilots, no doubt, for a mobile suit design that actually destroyed multiple Gundams.

(I should really have Emi say that directly. Most of the time, she just shuts down Walker's requests--the kind made by a young man towards a superior whom, at a point, he was attracted to, before politics led to the sort of mental "betrayal" that Walker would probably like to put a bullet into his brain to make himself forget he ever was attracted to her--with a flat out, "No, and this is why I won't do it, and this is why you're wrong. Do it some other way." But maybe she ought to take stand on her own rigid principles as the sort of final evolution of the Treizist ideal of chivalry, "I have a job to do, I am the best at it, and anyone else would be worse. And in warfare, being worse means being a greater monster or murder. The Gundams are living proof of that.")

As for how close to being done I am, I shouldn't oversell it. Probably more than five years ago, I already had a good idea of how I wanted to write an Endless Waltz from the standpoint of the surviving characters from the Eve Wars in Walker's Account; I could, realistically, end the primary narrative in one or two more chapters, but to be honest, I think that would be kind of terrible? Or at least a complete departure from the rest of the story.

Anyway, the final flight of Wing Gundam might be the last "weird thing" I ever really do need to explain out. I can't settle on whether it's something that Walker would take one look at and, in absence of "This machine is a mistake and should be destroyed," turn it into a suicide weapon, a targeted tool of assassination against the White Fang, or some combination of the two, but the more I think about it, the more I think Walker will once again play the enabler to the likes of Une. Lucky for me, neither the TV show nor the manga ever showed Une actually firing any of Wing's weapons, or for that matter doing anything besides launching from Earth and flying into Treize in low orbit, otherwise I would have to explain why Walker didn't just take Wing Gundam's weapons and repurpose them on something useful. For example, Tallgeese III's weapons being completely unlike the weapons of the two units that proceeded it is owed to Epyon (which Walker was involved in) and salvaging equipment from the Alliance's failed mobile armor (that weird "mega cannon" that feels very out of place in the A.C. setting and like something out of U.C.).
 
Thanks, it's encouraging to hear that. By a stroke of bad luck, Fanfiction.net is having a rather long outage, so I can't easily reference my own work (I have word document "masters", but it is more convenient that way), but it's nice to know I still have an audience after all these years all these very long delays. As noted, it's an extremely iconic scene that does so little in the plot and yet is so memorable, right up there were Newtype Space Magic, and in a way I always knew I was going to have write through or around it somehow.
I am actually surprised you haven't started posting on other sites like AO3 or one of the Forums with everything going on with FFN right now. I know you have a thread on SB but it only has the first several chapters of Walkers Account on it. I still post on FFN, as it is still a large community after all, but I am starting to agree with several others out there who believe that FFN is going to be finally going under pretty soon. Hence, why I have started to post my stuff on other sites like on the many different forums, I am part of, and on AO3.

One of my original solutions was, as you described (I must be predictable, consistent, or both), to have it seized by Walker and used for the Eve Wars. Not by Walker, because so much of Walker's Account has been in service of establishing he is, at best, a competent pilot with a high survival edge (he keeps getting shot down and surviving relatively intact), who is surrounded by considerably superior who don't need the luck of the devil because they're actually good at not being shot down; the unflappable Emi is probably the best of those. Walker is a better engineer than pilot, and I could've gone that route but somehow...I didn't want Walker to be a Gundam pilot (something a few people have floated to me, to my surprise; maybe it's Walker's instinctual hatred of the Gundams as symbols of individualistic rebellion, violence and terror, and the irony coming from that). I thought about making Emi one, and Walker has tried, and failed, to convince Emi to become the pilot for Tallgeese II (it's suggested she is at least as a good a pilot as Treize, and possibly on par with Zechs; it just so happens she never flies anything that isn't a Leo, an Aries, or a Taurus). I'm not exactly sure at this time, but I settled on the idea that Emi could've been a Gundam pilot, in the way that Soris and Luna Armonia are, but rejected that condition--out of a hyper-professional or even mercenary behavior, "I'm a pilot by virtue of taking on an occupation and, through tireless effort and sheer force of will, becoming the best at it." The Gundams, in her mind (and Walker's too, a rare point where they agree) are "cheats" and the tools of fanaticism in the name of a political objective (even if the G-Boys spend half the narrative not knowing what the hell they're actually doing), and not professional careerists who treat their roles as combat pilots as being a framework of skills that can be perfected by experience. By contrast, the OZ-12SMS is the sort of ultimate "tool"; the pinnacle of OZ's mobile suit design (at the time anyway), the perfect weapon for a space war, flexible, reliable, and manufactured in large enough numbers to actually effect the course of a war--I still think of it as being OZ's equivalent of the FW-190 'Anton', or maybe the Yak-9, an industrial product of multiple stages of experience and refinement that wasn't perfect, but among the best available and couldn't be easily surpassed in its era. The haughty pride of OZ's best pilots, no doubt, for a mobile suit design that actually destroyed multiple Gundams.
That is an interesting look at the Taurus. I both agree and disagree with it, if that makes sense.

As for how close to being done I am, I shouldn't oversell it. Probably more than five years ago, I already had a good idea of how I wanted to write an Endless Waltz from the standpoint of the surviving characters from the Eve Wars in Walker's Account; I could, realistically, end the primary narrative in one or two more chapters, but to be honest, I think that would be kind of terrible? Or at least a complete departure from the rest of the story.
So are you going to cover Endless Waltz for Walkers Account or going to do a side story/sequel?

Anyway, the final flight of Wing Gundam might be the last "weird thing" I ever really do need to explain out. I can't settle on whether it's something that Walker would take one look at and, in absence of "This machine is a mistake and should be destroyed," turn it into a suicide weapon, a targeted tool of assassination against the White Fang, or some combination of the two, but the more I think about it, the more I think Walker will once again play the enabler to the likes of Une. Lucky for me, neither the TV show nor the manga ever showed Une actually firing any of Wing's weapons, or for that matter doing anything besides launching from Earth and flying into Treize in low orbit, otherwise I would have to explain why Walker didn't just take Wing Gundam's weapons and repurpose them on something useful. For example, Tallgeese III's weapons being completely unlike the weapons of the two units that proceeded it is owed to Epyon (which Walker was involved in) and salvaging equipment from the Alliance's failed mobile armor (that weird "mega cannon" that feels very out of place in the A.C. setting and like something out of U.C.).
An interesting look at it. In my story, I may have the Trieze Faction recover it and pass it onto Trieze when he becomes the leader of the World Nation. Though my version wouldn't have Relena get used as a figurehead Queen of the World, she remains Queen of the Sanc Kingdom in my story though for the last months of the war, and the formation of the World Nation, she would mostly serve as leader-in-exile. As while the Battle for Sanc Kingdom would have mostly been won, at a cost, by the Kingdom and its Defense Forces, it doesn't mean that Romefellar is done with the Kingdom. Basically they may have won the battle but didn't win the war. Hence, Relena along with the majority of the remaining Sanc Kingdom Defense Forces and her Royal Guard make it into space where they meet up with that of the Peacemillion and the more moderate forces gathered around it. Oops. Hopefully, any of the readers of my future story are not reading this right now. Kind of gave away the plot for the last third of the story. Shrug. Oh well.

ANYWAYS. I was mentioning the idea for the Wing Gundam for my story. After being repaired and refitted it would be used by Trieze, of course, doesn't pilot it himself as he has the Tallgeese II but he does pass it on to one of his followers who had been the original test pilot for the Taurus who is a good friend of Noin and is the person who Noin managed to get her white-colored modified Taurus from in my story. Though I may just end up giving the Wing to Une that is if I keep her from being put into a coma and after a short mental breakdown due to her two personalities, she would end up combining the two together which would saw her becoming Trieze's overall bodyguard on the field of the battle. Shrug.

Okay. That is about it from me! Already mentioned more of my ideas than I wanted to! Laughs.
 
I am actually surprised you haven't started posting on other sites like AO3 or one of the Forums with everything going on with FFN right now. I know you have a thread on SB but it only has the first several chapters of Walkers Account on it. I still post on FFN, as it is still a large community after all, but I am starting to agree with several others out there who believe that FFN is going to be finally going under pretty soon. Hence, why I have started to post my stuff on other sites like on the many different forums, I am part of, and on AO3.

I don't completely agree, but it's a valid concern; actually, it's been established that the current FF.net issue is purely DNS related (i.e. "that thing that could break the whole internet at any time"), as all stories, etc., are accessible through the app, or through certain solutions (1.1.1.1, etc.). If people were hoping it was going to die this weekend, that really doesn't look like the case. That being said, I really should download backups of my stories (based on the latest edits), and actually, I did start uploading my stories to AO3. But aside from never attracting the same audience (that could change, or it might not, who knows), I always hated how terrible AO3 was at handling messaging. I haven't given up on it by any means, but it's not something I'm a huge fan of.

I also haven't been on Space Battles forum in many, many years. I think I only joined in the first place because someone mentioned Walker's Account on it, hah. Didn't go anywhere.
 
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I have a theory that, even if no one responds, actually typing this out will potentially help me consolidate my thoughts.
So, I'm working on Walker's Account again. I even have half a new chapter worked out--in a number of jumbled, unconnected parts, and absurdly behind schedule. But I've realized my most serious "problem" isn't so much that I could easily fall into the trap of taking a single volume event of the manga--the conclusion of the Eve Wars, and the TV series finale, and stretching it out into multiple chapters (I did the same with the end of OZ's campaign against the principal Alliance holdouts in the Space Colonies, D-120, and frankly it's probably my favorite arc in my story so far, or close to it). It's that I have no way to work around one of the most melodramatic (and kind of pointless, though quintessential) moments in the whole of Gundam Wing, that survived, almost unaltered, into the manga: the "final flight" of the original Wing Gundam.

It's a scene that serves almost no narrative purpose (beyond establishing Une's unstoppable love/obsession for Treize Khushrenada): Wing, which was abandoned as a mostly-wreck during the Battle of Luxembourg, when Heero obtains the Epyon, is repaired, and dropped at some unspecified OZ Space Forces base on Earth, which happens to also feature a hospital where...Une, after she was dismissed by the World Nation government and shot by Tubarov, was evacuated to and has been lying in medical coma. In his final declaration to the White Fang, Treize dares his old comrade Milliardo to either fight him in single combat, or fire on Tallgeese II with Libra and kill him instantly, the second of which Milliardo unsurprisingly chooses; in maybe the most melodramatic moment of the series (peak Wing Gundam, maybe even peak 90's Gundam entirely), Une rises from her coma, steals Wing Gundam, launches it, and somehow throws herself into the path of Libra's fire, given the Gundam its most ironic end and saving her beloved Treize-sama.

It's a moment that serves no other purpose besides to remind us this is Gundam, the franchise that gave us the emotional battleground of the Char/Amuro rivalry and Newtype space magic. Unfortunately, it's also....fairly difficult to actually explain, element-by-element, in the final chapters of Walker's Account, which I've largely used as a means of explaining the series "reasonably", if such a thing is possible. I could just ignore and leave it as an assumed event, but...I don't want to do that. Une, as Walker's disliked superior for at least a third of the story, was a major character before her removal from the plot, and Treize himself is featured very prominently. Walker was even involved partially in the last time XXX-01W was restored, and his final task as an "engineer" was to outfit Tallgeese II for an expected devisive battle that he, and most of his comrades, expect Treize to die during. And I think it's a little bit of a disservice to just "put it out of mind" after I've spent the last decade+ writing this long, winding narrative as an acknowledgement of at least some of the ridiculousness of Gundam Wing and that variety of 90's Sunrise ridiculous drama.

So, I've been ruminating about it, on and off, for a few months now, and I've tried to decide how I can possibly set this up; under what circumstances XXX-01W would've been partially restored (though not fully, or I would have to explain why it would not have been seized by OZ for one of their best pilots--a character like Emi--to fight in the Eve Wars), where it would've ended up, and why Une would be seemingly next door. To start, as a very minor concession to how reality "works" in the narrative, I will be doing a bit of rewriting of the chain of events for a seemingly possessed Une to stir several hours before Treize's ultimatum, even if means she ends up in the same spot and then in the arms of her beloved. I've settled on a historical location, not Diekirch, Luxembourg (where Walker works), but Buchel Air Force Base, today home of American nuclear-armed bombers in Germany and 200+ years later a convenient airbase for the former-Alliance to park their nuclear bombers and L.E.O. launch vehicles. Seems moderately fitting for an ex-weapon of mass destruction like Wing Gundam to absent-mindedly end up after being half-repaired ( @Night, I think you'd appreciate the mild historical irony, or at least the suitability if I'm not going to cram everything that happens for the last narrative arc into tiny 2,500 square km of Luxembourg). As for how the Iron Colonel and the Gundam that fell to Earth ended up in Buchel...I'm going to blame coincidence, and our old friend "Lieutenant" Nichol, Une's long-suffering subordinate who was already confirmed in the TV series and manga as having saving Une by bringing her body back to Earth after Barge was destroyed. Nichol won't be at fault for the Gundam, though, as that was presumably seized by OZ loyalists (and not the Treizists) after they retreated from Luxembourg (and Heero in Epyon); in a different world, I might've written a few chapters featuring a salvaged Wing Gundam in the hands of the Treizists, but I never quite thought that through and I didn't really want to write in additional Gundam scenes amid OZ's civil war. Under the order of the World Nation (and the Romefeller Foundation), the Gundam might've been taken as a consolation prize, repaired, given to the likes of Walther Farkill or their other anti-Treize champions (if he wasn't dead by then); instead, it's sat half-restored in a hardened shelter for nuclear bombers, watched over by Alexander Fielding, Walker's foil (well, except he probably makes better decisions) from the Alliance loyalists in D-120 who surrendered peaceably to OZ, was drafted by the Treizists, and then eventually restored to the rank of captain by the World Nation after Relena's fall from power. Walker is at Buchel on a tip from Treize's favorite civilian journalist (Ms. Shion, who organized his first interview after the coup) where to find Une; the Gundam is just his consolation prize for having to put up with Fielding, an unpleasant reminder of his time as a POW at D-120, again.

So yes; even if you were familiar with this exceedingly long narrative in Walker's Account, this would still sound very jumbled and messy, but seeing it written out is helpful, even for working out details (like how the hell Une actually flew that thing into an interception like that; I'm entertaining the possibility that Walker sat the Gundam, decided it was useless junk, and ordered that it be turned into a missile that Une decided to make manned).

Well, it's been a LONG time since I saw the scenes in question but....

How good would the condition of the Wing Gundam be when OZ gets ahold of it again? Perhaps the original plan was that they were planning on repairing the Wing Gundam and giving it to an ace pilot (probably with a repaint or minor aesthetic alterations to show its no longer a terrorist unit). But when they opened it up.... well, Heero's blown it up how many times now, on top of everything else? The internals are wrecked, the frame is warping, etc.

So whoever inspected the Wing Gundam reports that it would be cheaper and easier to just build a new one. Politics get involved. The decision is to use it as some sort of propaganda piece, but no one can decide how or why. Since it isn't meant to really fight, the Wing has its verniers and thrusters replaced with spare launch rockets from the Buchel base, and sub in either a Leo frame or a shuttle on the inside with an emergency eject pod in case they want to keep whoever is piloting it when they "shoot down the terrorist Mobile Suit".

Which eventually leads to the Une situation. The Wing Gundam is basically a shuttle with the Gundam's armor/form around it. The local crews know the machine cannot fight, and so security on the machine is light. When Une comes stumbling by trying to find a way to get to Treize, she finds the Wing since everyone else is busy trying to get the real warmachines to the front. She needs a way to space, she vaguely remembers the Wing should be capable of it, no one else is using it, so she takes it. And Une makes it, since they simply threw on the biggest boosters possible, and survives because the 'rebuild' was designed to get blown up without killing the pilot.

At least that's how I would handle it.
 
Well, it's been a LONG time since I saw the scenes in question but....

How good would the condition of the Wing Gundam be when OZ gets ahold of it again? Perhaps the original plan was that they were planning on repairing the Wing Gundam and giving it to an ace pilot (probably with a repaint or minor aesthetic alterations to show its no longer a terrorist unit). But when they opened it up.... well, Heero's blown it up how many times now, on top of everything else? The internals are wrecked, the frame is warping, etc.

The new manga did the best job explaining this, which is to say, not a particularly good job. The events--which I do not religiously follow in my writing, though I can--happen in this order:

1) Outfitted with Tallgeese II and seemingly a division (or more) of updated Space Leo Troops, Treize leaves Earth for the last time, for MO-II. The manga now identifies MO-II as a front line base of the World State (Nation).

2) Wing Gundam is put into a transorbital launch vehicle, effectively a larger version of the vehicle that it was used to insert for Operation 'M' in the first place. The ground crew on site note "This is the splendid fighter left at Luxembourg." "Why'd we do this after Treize is already gone?" "It's partially complete, but no one could pilot it anyway."

3) The Gundam pilots, in agreement about how much they hate Treize and his plan to defend the Earth, preempt him by attacking Libra first. Noin is with them; this is when she meets Zechs in Epyon, though to no effect, as he is deliberately shown returning to Libra to assume the role of supreme commander.

4) Treize, with the troops, challenges him to trial by fire. Zechs says no, and orders Libra to shoot his suicidal ass down. Quinze is relieved, and agrees, because he's not half as insane as his boss and wants to win a war. Dorothy is horrified, for the opposite reasons (it seems like she wanted them to duel with the assumption Treize would lose, what upsets her is her cousin being killed by a single long-range artillery shot), and when she objects, Zechs orders her arrested; as usual, no one in the White Fang Navy actually listens to him (see point 6).

5) Une does her thing. Apparently all the way from Earth. Don't think about the time frame. Treize looks happy, insomuch as Treize ever looks happy about anything.

6) Treize orders the World Nation (OZ) Space Forces to engage Libra. They currently seem to have an advantage of numbers (the Virgo Troops have not yet deployed). I doubt by coincidence, but Peacemillion, the other largest other ship at play, begins a kamikaze run on Libra, which quite understandably, see it coming (it takes a "long" time, by the standards of the manga, considering the whole story is going to be over by the end of this volume. Libra's antiaircraft defenses do their thing. Dorothy, who does not appear very arrested for treason, announces that the Zero System told her this would happen (I mean, it's hardly that big a leap), and takes control of the Virgo troops in her scary mobile doll room.

7) Peacemillion rams Libra and is lost. Libra is nearly dead in the water (though Quinze orders repairs), and the main gun (which was always problematic) seems to be completely dead. Informed of that, Zechs leaves for Epyon and orders Quinze to carry out Operation 'Meteor'. Quinze, notably, has repeatedly objected to Zechs' constant dismissal or worse of the White Fang leadership, but he doesn't object here; it seems clear that Libra bringing calamity to Earth, one way or the other, was the whole point of the Artemis Revolution. He puts the battleship drop operation in motion; we won't see him again until his faithful reunion with the Gundam engineers.


So, this current chapter, and in all fairness probably the next chapter or more, is before event 1. The series doesn't seem to want to explain if any of Wing's weapons worked (though it needs both the buster rifle and the pile-driver shield to actual assume flight mode), and Une certainly doesn't use them. Pretty clear Walker, and anyone else relevant, would know that OZ already rebuilt Wing Gundam once (at considerable expense), but without Zechs here to do something stupid in the name of his ego, there's plenty of reason they wouldn't have done so again in the time between Wing Gundam being recovered from Luxembourg, and Treize's departure.

So whoever inspected the Wing Gundam reports that it would be cheaper and easier to just build a new one. Politics get involved. The decision is to use it as some sort of propaganda piece, but no one can decide how or why. Since it isn't meant to really fight, the Wing has its verniers and thrusters replaced with spare launch rockets from the Buchel base, and sub in either a Leo frame or a shuttle on the inside with an emergency eject pod in case they want to keep whoever is piloting it when they "shoot down the terrorist Mobile Suit".

Which eventually leads to the Une situation. The Wing Gundam is basically a shuttle with the Gundam's armor/form around it. The local crews know the machine cannot fight, and so security on the machine is light. When Une comes stumbling by trying to find a way to get to Treize, she finds the Wing since everyone else is busy trying to get the real warmachines to the front. She needs a way to space, she vaguely remembers the Wing should be capable of it, no one else is using it, so she takes it. And Une makes it, since they simply threw on the biggest boosters possible, and survives because the 'rebuild' was designed to get blown up without killing the pilot.

At least that's how I would handle it.

That is a very intriguing idea. I don't think I quite follow the notion of using Wing Gundam as a propaganda tool, since even though it's a powerful symbol, one could very easily argue the Gundams failed--literally all five fled Earth (to space, where many if not most of the colonies turned on them even before the Artemis Revolution). More to the point, OZ pretty clearly defeated them (before shooting themselves in the foot, and then the face, with the White Fang); arguably, they defeated them two governments ago. I would argue that Sunrise could've done a lot worse than have written out a minor plot arc where OZ deployed a fake "Unit Zero-One" (i.e. a fake pilot and the real, repaired Gundam), but to do...what? Well, it's a failed propaganda attempt, as you hint at. Maybe just skip that whole angle and just leave it as a possible subject of materiel analysis. Your suggestion of Une's motivations aren't unconvincing, but I don't think she'd have much of a window to herself order it turned into a functioning launch vehicle, so much as someone else around her (possibly Nichol).

But these are good ideas, I appreciate them. Reviewing the manga, it seems clear that Wing, and by proxy Sleeping Une, were moved to some sort of massive, highly indiscreet launch site (which, to be fair, even launching a half-working eight-tonne Gundam into low earth orbit takes some infrastructure). Maybe this is not where it was taken from Luxembourg; I might suggest that Buchel is where Walker finds it (courtesy of Fielding, who barely knows who Une is), and he dutifully moves it to a cosmodrome or the like nearby in western Germany in case it is fixed in time. Or maybe that's just sweating the details too much, since the whole point is that Walker finds Wing Gundam purely by coincidence when following a tip regarding Sleeping Une.

This is real progress, especially writing it down instead of just leaving it rattling in my head.
 
That is an interesting look at the Taurus. I both agree and disagree with it, if that makes sense.

...

So are you going to cover Endless Waltz for Walkers Account or going to do a side story/sequel?

Well, my view of the Taurus is the correct one. Jokes aside, a thing in Walker's Account is that no one really trusts their own thoughts and analysis. Beyond dispute is that the Taurus has served OZ, specifically, very well, and is universally beloved (hell, Noin even used a batch to arm the Sanc Kingdom, though maybe Treize didn't really offer many options). It really is the champion of OZ Space Forces, if not OZ's forces overall. I'm not alone among FF writers thinking that their absence in the Eve Wars (at least on the side of the World Nation) was a major oversight that should be corrected (and can be very easily).

Also FF.net is back up, time to backup my stories, even if it is kind of an inelegant HTML solution.
 
Well, my view of the Taurus is the correct one. Jokes aside, a thing in Walker's Account is that no one really trusts their own thoughts and analysis. Beyond dispute is that the Taurus has served OZ, specifically, very well, and is universally beloved (hell, Noin even used a batch to arm the Sanc Kingdom, though maybe Treize didn't really offer many options). It really is the champion of OZ Space Forces, if not OZ's forces overall. I'm not alone among FF writers thinking that their absence in the Eve Wars (at least on the side of the World Nation) was a major oversight that should be corrected (and can be very easily).
Heh. I like and hate the Taurus honestly. I actually prefer the designs of the other Zodiac Series Mobile Suit. Mostly the Leo, especially with the more modern takes has become a thing over the last few years.
 
I'm neutral on the Taurus as a whole, but Noin's white Taurus is basically the coolest suit in all of Wing. Power of a good paint job.

Heck, the same applies to my love of Yzak's white GOUF in SEED Destiny, although that's helped by Yzak and Dearka being like the only two people I like in that entire show.
 
I think the SK-12SMS--i.e. "White Taurus", of which Noin pilots one--is pretty ugly, though probably more aesthetically appealing than the very odd clay color choice of the White Fang.

It becomes "Noin's Taurus" after the fall of the Sanc Kingdom (again); in fact, I'd go as far as to say her olive-green "instructor" Aries, which she used briefly in the beginning of the series, looks great and is one of the better custom paint jobs (though the only points of comparison are the black-blue and dark grey Aries troops).
 
think the SK-12SMS--i.e. "White Taurus", of which Noin pilots one--is pretty ugly, though probably more aesthetically appealing than the very odd clay color choice of the White Fang.
Honestly, I think the white Taurus is indeed the better of its paint schemes really. Though I do wish they kind of further explore the different schemes a bit better both the Taurus and that of the Leo.
It becomes "Noin's Taurus" after the fall of the Sanc Kingdom (again); in fact, I'd go as far as to say her olive-green "instructor" Aries, which she used briefly in the beginning of the series, looks great and is one of the better custom paint jobs (though the only points of comparison are the black-blue and dark grey Aries troops).
Honestly, I didn't even know there was a difference between Noin's Aries and the other Command-Colored Aries till I saw the pictures of the two side-by-side on AboutGundamWing (RIP!).
 
Honestly, I didn't even know there was a difference between Noin's Aries and the other Command-Colored Aries till I saw the pictures of the two side-by-side on AboutGundamWing (RIP!).

There aren't uniquely colored OZ-07AMS specifically for squadron or company, etc., commanders. Everyone uses the same colors between the Alliance and OZ; the only exceptions are Noin and Acht (who in his death scene, wears an Alliance flight suit and has an off-color olive-drab Aries).

I don't like the White Taurii; the highest compliment to them is that, in Endless Waltz, the white does a very good job highlighting the animation detail of chipping and damage, which is nice (whereas the dark blue/purple of the normal Taurus troops conceals it).
 
And...I updated Walker's Account. I don't need to dwell on how disheartening it is that it took me even longer--more than a year--to complete the latest chapter, I can instead dwell on how disheartening it is to realize I floated the most immediate crucial plot issue, Une's future reunion with Treize, a whole five months ago. Seesh.

I have the excuse that it's a long chapter, long enough that I could've pretty easily divided it in two (+15K words), but I've gotten the idea I would really like to finish the principal arc of Walker's Account in less than 100 numbered chapters, which having had a whole year to think about it even more, should be technically possible. At some point.

At least I have multiple other stories to use as an excuse again.
 
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And...I updated Walker's Account. I don't need to dwell on how disheartening it is that it took me even longer--more than a year--to complete the latest chapter, I can instead well on how disheartening it is to realize I floated the most immediate crucial plot issue, Une's future reunion with Treize, a whole five months ago. Seesh.

I have the excuse that it's a long chapter, long enough that I could've pretty easily divided it in two (+15K words), but I've gotten the idea I would really like to finish the principal arc of Walker's Account in less than 100 numbered chapters, which having had a whole year to think about it even more, should be technically possible. At some point.

At least I have multiple other stories to use as an excuse again.

Hey, you're doing better than me. I still haven't done much with Knights of Gjallarhorn or that Gundam EXA-based mishmash fic that's supposed to integrate the Raildex verse and the lore of Virtual-ON and the Build Divers installments into it.

Though, in my defense, hobbies and RL shenanigans are a constant factor in affecting that. (Not to mention I finally have access to the translated versions of both Gundam EXA and EXA VS now, though the latter is still in progress.)
 
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Same. I have a seventy percent done chapter for my Queen of Space story and haven't even touched it all that much. Sigh. Then there is my Prepare For War story that I really want to get back into but my muse keeps going: "NOPE sorry, what about this idea?" Double Sigh.
 
I'm almost done with the next chapter of Speak of the Devil and aim to release it before Christmas, but the past three days have been the type I'd very much like to erase from my life, which kinda put a damper into it. Will try my best next week, I'll have plenty of time to do it.
 
Hey, you're doing better than me. I still haven't done much with Knights of Gjallarhorn or that Gundam EXA-based mishmash fic that's supposed to integrate the Raildex verse and the lore of Virtual-ON and the Build Divers installments into it.

Though, in my defense, hobbies and RL shenanigans are a constant factor in affecting that. (Not to mention I finally have access to the translated versions of both Gundam EXA and EXA VS now, though the latter is still in progress.)

That's good to know, I suppose. My distractions are mostly the same, that or just not thinking of it.

As has been the trend with the last...third of the story so far, it's mostly interactions between wholly original characters (or Walker, who is largely original character), and comparatively few scene recreations from the manga or TV series. One exception is on Libra, where two ex-P.O.W.s are interacting with the regular cast as OZ's spies in the White Fang's center of operations. Dorothy is, unsurprisingly, much easier and more fun to be than writing Hilde, the actual canonical spy aboard Libra; Semis is trying to ply her for information on the mobile dolls, to forward back to

"Can you see it, Lieutenant Semis?"

Livia Semis swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Doro-…I mean, Catalonia." That name will never not sound strange in my own mouth. In spite of the obvious difficulty it would've pose to her appointed task, she wished Major Ishikawa were with them; in just a few short meetings, Dorothy Catalonia had become a very uncomfortable person to spend time alone with. In her freshly-pressed olive drab uniform, she occupied the seat for the lone occupant of one of Libra's battleship-grade computer cores, leaving Livia to awkwardly float in microgravity by the end of one of the consoles. "So, is…this…?"

"Yes, Lieutenant, this is the ZERO System," she said, barely controlling the glee in her voice. "Zoning/Emotional Range Omission. The feedback-loop analysis program developed by the same Colonial revolutionaries who would build the Gundams, but twenty years earlier."

That part didn't surprise her, if practically everything else did. I only know as much about computers as my now failed military career required of me, but that's enough to tell me that when it comes to military use, all of them look the same, more or less. What she was looking at was the same, barebones software user interface overlaying harvested telemetry battlefield data, mostly positional but also visual and audio, of Virgo troops in space combat. When she could make out the details, the captured data itself looked unremarkable; it was how it was being presented that seemed odd, though she couldn't explain exactly how. "I suppose it looks like the sort of military software you'd see twenty years ago. Back when regulations over human interface software were looser," she guessed, not entirely convincing herself.

Dorothy was wearing the bulky stereoscopic HMD neatly over her long hair, which seemed unaffected by static charge or microgravity. "Lieutenant Semis, I heard you fought my cousin."

Livia thought she must've misheard Dorothy. "E-Excuse me?" she asked, turning to Dorothy's back.

"I heard you were shot down during the Battle of Luxembourg."

"From who?" she almost squealed.

"From Quinze. He heard it from the late First Lieutenant Thompson. The Party Leader enjoys learning about all new recruits to the cause," she explained obligingly.

Semis didn't hide her skepticism, though she knew Dorothy might have a feed from the multiple CCTV cameras in the secure computer core. "Who was your cousin?" she asked, before shaking her head. "Of course, Treize Khushrenada. He's your cousin." God, I'm such an idiot for not putting that together. Who else could have been her cousin, she screamed at herself.

She tried to recover a little poise, drifting towards Dorothy's seat. "Saying I fought him is being way too charitable," she explained. "Treize Khushrenada shot down my mobile suit, along with many others during the First Battle of Luxembourg. It wasn't much of a fight."

Dorothy's head shifted slightly, though it remained completely obscured by the HMD with its long serial bus connection line extending from the back like an umbilical cord. "May I ask how?"

Unfailingly polite, as always. "Uh…well, it wasn't much of fight. I was part of a special attack squadron deployed by 'Prize', my old unit in the OZ Space Forces. We were outfitted with Leos, not that it matters. An autonomous battalion of Virgo troops were doing the grunt work." She looked up at the ceiling as she recalled the event. "It was outside Luxembourg City, near the Belgian border. Walther Farkill, uh…he was a lieutenant colonel…?"

"I'm familiar with Baron Farkill," Dorothy assured her, using his peerage rather than his military rank.

"Right. He was in command, piloting an Alliance mobile armor called 'Caardus'. We were supposed to relieve the Luxembourg garrison by orders of the Supreme Military Council of the U.N.O., which was calling the shots after Treize resigned, or something like that. Of course, that meant marching on Luxembourg, where the Treizists were already calling the shots." Retelling the story, she was surprised at how easily it came to her. She never told war stories, the few she had, and here she was talking to the most frightening fifteen-year-old in the whole Earth Sphere, by her reckoning. "I was knocked out early. He scored a mobility kill on me and left me there, and I was taken prisoner by the Treizists for the rest of the fighting."

Briefly she regretted mentioning that. Then again, if Thompson, and the Party Leader, knew her military record up to the First Battle of Luxembourg, there wasn't much point trying to conceal its immediate aftermath. "Not exactly an ace pilot," she mumbled, tilting her head.

"It might surprise you to know that I don't put that much stock in the measurable success of a solider on the battlefield," Dorothy explained under her helmet.

She cocked an eyebrow. "Why not?" What else is there? Personal charisma?

"The political objectives and outcomes of war are necessarily defined by the political leadership, it's why they exist in the first place. They're not individualist decisions; if they reflect any individual's unique dreams or aspirations, that's incidental."

She had to concede that. "Krieg ist eine blosse Fortsetzung der Politik mit anderen Mitteln. 'War is just the continuation of the political by other means'. There are no individual or personal politics at my level, none that matter anyway."

Dorothy smirked underneath her helmet. "No, there aren't, are there? There is only life, death, and the policy of the leadership. Which is why the war came to this point," she said, reaching out with both hands from her seat.

Her eyes wandered towards room's ceiling. "The mobile doll?"

"The first time I saw one of these machines, with my own eyes, it was in New Port City. The Sixth Separate Automated Aerospace Battalion, as it was leaving the Sanc Kingdom. They were brought there, did nothing, were loaded into boxes and then shipped away. I couldn't think of a better exemplar for the mobile doll. The leaders of Earth Sphere succeeded in divorcing combatants from the political circumstances that brought them into war; now, with each successive technological development, they've sought to divorce them from the circumstances that might harm or kill them. First with the crude products of industrialized warfare, then complex war machines like the mobile suit, and then autonomous combat automata with their own thinking computers."

"Except without one of OZ's cockpit compartments, they're not the best at it," she half-joked.

Dorothy turned her head again. "Yes, you're very correct. It's not just the pilot, after all, the equipment already exists to allow any trained officer to fight remotely in a single mobile doll, at least based out of Libra. Any machine that was shot down, as many have been, wouldn't cost us the pilot and their experience, whether through death, injury or exhaustion."

"It sounds like a good idea," she replied, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.

With one gloved hand, Dorothy lifted her HMD so she could just see Semis over the rim. Her smile grew wider. "That's it, isn't it, Lieutenant? You understand me. You understand what's wrong with the humanism behind this invention, that reflection of the leaders of OZ and the Romefeller Foundation."

She frowned. "Your grandfather, wasn't he chair of the governing board of the Foundation? Before he…" she stopped.

"Before he was killed on Luna. Yes, for many years, though he was ousted from that position by the supporters of…Queen Relena." She almost sounded confused at the words, before she lowered the HMD back into place and turned away. "I'm sure he had an unshakable faith in that view in the world, that his leadership was the wisest and most humane that could be remain in power and thereby remain in effect. And he was one of the first casualties of the Artemis Revolution; himself, Colonel Tubarov Villemonte, and the soldiers accompanying them."

What could you say to that? Semis didn't know, her jaw clenched shut. There was an unmistakable pride in her voice.

Dorothy is easier to write; also, a callback to one of the highlights of the story, the Second (or possibly Third) Battle of Luxembourg and the destruction of Farkill's mobile armor, and where Semis was undramatically shot down.

This is also probably the last (or nearly the last) appearance of Shion, an independent journalist glamorous enough to have gotten an interview with Treize Khushrenada after Operation 'Daybreak', who is now settling for significantly smaller prey in the form of Walker; presumably because he's the only person in the otherwise tightly-wound Luxembourg military machine that she could corner who would actually have some information worth sharing. And Walker is pretty easy to manipulate.

What he had given her, and her audience wherever they might be throughout the whole of Earth Sphere, was a thoroughly sanitized breakdown of his duties in Luxembourg, outfitting battle-hardened units tested in the crucible that was now being called "OZ's little civil war," the open revolt by Treize Khushrenada's partisans, first against the loyalists in Brussels to the Romefeller Foundation, then against their appointed chief representative, Relena Peacecraft, during her short tenure as the child queen of the World Nation. He didn't use those words, of course. It was not his duty to have political opinions anymore than it was his duty to serve as one of the many moles planted by the Treizists in Brussels before the Peacecraft monarchy collapsed a second, grander time, and he'd denied any such involvement. His job was taking those proven troops, far and away the most experienced combat pilots and leaders anywhere in the Earth Sphere, and making sure they had the best materiel possible for the impending defense of the homeworld, Earth itself, against the latest and most dangerous Colonial revolt. Yes, worse than the Gundams, who OZ—before it became the World Nation Armed Forces—had eventually defeated at a high cost, ending Operation 'Meteor'. However good or convincing it sounded, it was broadly true: he was at the forefront of the analysis of the latest mobile dolls fielded by the White Fang, as much as there was any, and the most promising methods of engagement for the Space Mobile Suit Troops.

He gave broad descriptions of mobile portable solid-state weapons, small enough to be operated by a single mobile suit, which the White Fang already knew were immune to magnetic active defense fields; some of their commanders had probably seen the Noventans use them against OZ's Gundams during the invasion of L1-D-120. None of this, however detailed or vague he chose to be, would come as a surprise to the Artemis Revolution. Yes, he confirmed that these novel strategies hadn't saved Barge, greatest of the Alliance's space fortresses, from falling, but they, Earth's valiant defenders, had learned from their mistakes. As he spoke, a genuinely new thought entered his mind: that he, in the capacity as an official spokesperson of the World Nation military, might actually be part of the leadership cadres of this, still the greatest military power in the known universe for the time being. He was not the easily replaceable flight officer who'd been shot down defending a factory complex and an Alliance brigadier general at Corsica. Things he said, not just to his comrades but to the public, carried weight, consequences that he thought he couldn't understand. If he died tomorrow, killed in a test flight or in an automotive accident or whatever else was possible if unlikely, those incalculable consequences would outlive him. Responsibility, as he understood it, was not limited to those things he could personally evaluate and analyze: military tactics, deployment of materiel, deployment of lives. At some point, he had acquired responsibility over things he would never reasonably know about.

Is that a sign of having power? Actual, meaningful political power? He had to hold back his laughter again at the thought as he sat opposite of Shion.

"Flight Lieutenant Walker?" she asked. Shion had at least endeavored to use his correct rank.

"I'm sorry, something else just came to mind," he quickly apologized.

"I see. May we continue?"

"Of course." He corrected his posture self-consciously.

"Thank you. You've been very candid with regards to the abrupt conclusion of Queen Relena's time in office, which I'm sure our audience are grateful for. But the Romefeller Foundation's decline happened so quickly after the founding of the World Nation, it's well on its way to becoming a footnote for the current crisis: the Artemis Revolution and the space colonies declaration of war on Earth. Even with the official extraterrestrial communications blackout by the World Nation, and the White Fang's own blackout on Luna, it seems clear everyone—both the World Nation and the space colonies who've declared independence—is expecting a naval battle in Earth orbit larger than anything we've seen in the last twenty years." Shion tapped her pen against the notepad in her hand and then crossed her legs. "Even the general public can see the massive mobilization around the former resource satellite MO-II if the sky's clear. This White Fang revolution seems to be much more serious than the last Colonial revolt, and in fact at least as dangerous as the revolt that toppled Queen Relena if not the coup that overthrew the government of the Earth Alliance. If you'll excuse the expression."

Walker said nothing.

"What I'd like to ask you, if you'll answer, is: how serious is the military threat posed by the White Fang Space Forces on the World Nation? And given what public experienced after Treize Khushrenada first resigned from the military, and then after opposition forces removed Queen Relena and he was made Lord Protector, what assurances do you think he can give against that threat?"

Shion then politely waited for him to answer. He had long expected her to ask something to this effect, but now that it had happened, Walker still had to manage the spike of anxiety that had followed. He'd been mentally preparing himself not to squeeze the unusually-shaped armrests of his chair with his gloved hands but he thought he was about to do so anyway.

"Flight Lieutenant?" she proded him.

"It's true that I'm still an officer in the OZ Space Forces Mobile Suit Troops," Walker began, trying to sound natural. "Here in the grand duchy, my responsibility has been outfitting those new battalions and companies that are reinforcing the World Nation Space Force."

"But isn't it true that while Luxembourg is obviously integral to the military leadership, it's hardly a garrison or a major arsenal?"

That surprised Walker, though not in the gut-wrenching manner he'd come to expect. "Yes, that is generally correct," he began carefully. Is she offering me a way out?

"There are major staging points on the far side of either border in France and Germany. What used to be called the Alliance's Continental American Military District in North America, now that New Jerusalem has submitted to Brussels' terms, has been thoroughly cannibalized for the military. There's no confirmation yet, but we've seen large deliveries of mobile suits out of Corsica and Shenyang and military spacecraft out of Tashkent. Just how serious are the threats of the White Fang's leaders?"

Walker stared at Shion. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't believe that was a coincidence. There had only been one public declaration by the White Fang's revolutionary leadership widely seen on Earth, the so-called declaration of space habitat independence from Earth, made by the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces of the Committee for the Liberation of the People of the Habitats. What do you know about me, Shion Utsunomiya?

"That's quite a question," he said finally. He tried to control a creeping tremor by slowly moving his hands together and spoke slowly. "Being a company-grade officer in the Space Mobile Suit Troops, I'm not really in a position to speak on global threats…currently. But I do think the immediate military threat posed by the White Fang is serious, as shown in the sinking of the former-Alliance's Space Fortress Barge. I can't divulge further details of the work I'm doing but I do know that the White Fang's space forces are led by many commissioned officers from the Alliance and OZ Space Forces who defected to the Artemis Revolution, including their current leader."

"You mean Milliardo Peacecraft, the relation of the deposed queen Relena Peacecraft," Shion said, a little too easily.

He forced himself to nod as naturally as he could. "Yes. Because Milliardo Peacecraft was formerly an officer in the Alliance's Special Mobile Suit Troops, the same as myself and many of my comrades. It's obvious that in the last year, with the collapse of the Alliance and then the formation of the World Nation, violent factionalism has become a…an endemic threat through Earth Sphere. But look at the results so far: in each one of these factional struggles, those forces marshalled by the Lord Protector have prevailed."

"So you believe…"

"Yes, I believe we'll prevail again," he said a little too loudly. "OZ may not have solved the problem of factionalism, but no one can convincingly deny our success in prevailing victorious in any contest."

"Even against yourselves?"

Shion's simple rebuttal had come so quickly the forced smile hadn't left Walker's face. He almost thought he hadn't heard it. "Yes, even against ourselves."

In the lighthearted minutes that concluded the interview, the obvious entered his mind: he'd probably given Shion exactly the second-long soundbite she had wanted out of this ten or fifteen-minute-long interview. Obviously it hadn't been his intention to make her job any easier than it already was, but at least a half-decade of hierarchical need to please people he instinctually considered his superior—military or civilian—wasn't going anywhere. He was aware of desire to be likeable, if not actually charming or charismatic in some way, to give her advantageous information that she could actually use and wouldn't ignore. But that sentence, "Yes, even against ourselves" would probably overshadow anything else he'd say. Of course, it could be censored. The whole conclusion of the interview, the entire second half, could be deleted by Diekirch before it ever broadcasted. Shion would've known that too; regardless, as she went through the routine conclusion of the interview, there was still no obvious hint of triumph or satisfaction in her voice.

The conclusion of the chapter is, naturally, the resolution of the very short Une plotline, at least from Walker's standpoint (and a reunion with another original character, Fielding, the Alliance intelligence man from Earth who found himself in the Colonies). I've grown fond of him as well, even if his response to the Une revelation is more than a little over the top (really, everyone's is, so at least he's consistent).

By Walker's estimation, it took only about half of the five-minute rapid walk to Fielding's own office for the two of them to completely switch places, with Alexander C. now playing the role of the role of a sputtering, agitated malcontent and Oswald the part of the indifferently cryptic officer with all the answers. Fielding gave the sergeant waiting his door a panicked look that sent him speeding off before shutting and even locking the door behind him, taking one look at the handsome if predictable ornamentation of the office—framed maps, rustic furniture, multiple bookshelves—before falling into the expensive-looking ergonomic office chair behind his desk.

Still all those books. Despite the circumstances, Walker found himself staring at the spines again, as if they were back in the Military Quarter of L1-D-120, the heart of the Noventan Republic, one of them in Alliance olive drab and the other in prisoner greys. Fielding was still talking to himself in either silence or a pitch too high for Walker to register, so he kept looking a few moments longer. The Rand Corporation, the Foreign Policy Research Institute, the Atlantic Council for the Romefeller Foundation. Maybe things really haven't changed.

"God help me, if I'd known…" Fielding announced, staring at his ceiling.

"You would've done what?" Walker asked, looking away from the shelves. "Thrown her out? Smothered her with a pillow?"

Fielding glanced at him briefly over his shoulder. "If I'd known, I would've asked to be reassigned. I still will." His expression hardened. "This isn't a safe place to be, professionally or otherwise. God knows what she'll do when she wakes up."

"If she wakes up," Walker countered, the coldness of his voice surprising himself.

It seemed to surprise Fielding as well, who stared at Walker, his expression first aghast before his eyes narrowed and his mouth closed. "What are you…"

"I'm not saying anything," Walker immediately chided him. "She was in a coma. She's still in a coma, as far as I know. People don't always wake up from that, especially when they've been in one that long."

"How long has…right, coma." Fielding gripped the armrests of his expensive chair. "So, injuries sustained on Luna. In person, not combat in the field. She might not wake up from that. How bad is it? The injuries, I mean, not this terrible situation."

"That's what I'm here to find out," Walker managed to say convincingly.

"You're not a doctor."

"Yes, but I imagine Treize Khushrenada's former-lieutenant and previous Commander-in-Chief of Space Forces has plenty of those. That sound about right, or do they keep nuclear warheads here, not patients?"

Fielding ignored that jibe. "She might not wake up," he acknowledged, almost reluctantly. "You know, I heard stories about Une back in old days, before May."

Almost simultaneously, both men held back a little laughter—that was barely half a year ago. "I don't know how it worked in the Specials, I assume you were in the Specials, but in the Alliance Space Forces, they used to say she was Treize Khushrenada's hatchet man. Or…hatchet woman."

"Hatchet what?"

"Did his dirty work," Fielding spelled it out for him. "Ridiculous rumors, some of them maybe plausible, others…well, actually, they sound pretty ridiculous too."

"Like what?"

"Like she was supposed to assassinate the Deputy Foreign Minister. Or that she killed a member of the last Alliance war cabinet."

Walker gave him an incredulous look. "Which one?"

"The head of Alliance Space Forces. Or possibly the air forces. Either by throwing them out of an aircraft, or shooting them. Possibly both." By then, Fielding sounded genuinely embarrassed.

"Well surely she wouldn't do both," Walker teased him, smirking. Fielding gave him a disproving look. "In case you missed it, both those men were killed by Gundams at New Edwards. I don't know about the Alliance, but in OZ, people like me hated Une because she was tyrant, and she treated the officers under her command as disposable. Actual reasons. Apparently, the democratically-elected civilian leadership of the colonies quite liked her."

"You wouldn't expect that much success in diplomacy from a woman who wasn't a career diplomat from the Foreign Ministry," Fielding acknowledged before frowning. "Do you know how long she was even in the military?"

"Well, she was…is my age."

"Really?" Fielding asked in disbelief. Walker nodded with a confidence that seemed strange upon consideration.

"Supposedly."

"Of course. You, Une, Zechs Merquise. What the hell happens in OZ that turns nineteen-year-olds into monsters?" He buried his dirty blonde hair in his hands. "Christ, in that company, maybe I've been a little unkind to you."

Usually, reconciling specific event differences in the TV and manga plot aren't fun, but that little inside joke--that probably Une's most memorable scene in the TV series was completely excised in the manga--was a lot of fun. Une will appear in the final arc of course, but in all likelihood, she probably will not meet Walker again (in person), even when he follows Treize to MO-II. Probably for the better, the second cast just taking turns tormenting Walker has presumably gotten old well before this point. :lol2:
 
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Just found this interesting lineart for a Strike Gundam Mass Production Type. I am now getting some interesting bits of ideas for the background of such a machine if anyone wants to hear about it.
 
...Y'know, wasn't this basically just Dagger?
Shrug. Perhaps, but I do like the overall design and look it has over the Strike Dagger. I never liked the design of the Strike Dagger and think this looks far better. I have been thinking that it would actually replace the Strike Dagger as the MP Strike with the 105 Dagger becoming the more elite and expensive version of an MP Strike. Basically this guy would not have a Beam Saber or Phase Shift Armor but still be able to use Strike Packs like the original Strike. Instead of a Beam Saber, it would have the Armor Schneider knives while maybe some sort of head-mounted CIW Gun pod, like the Gundam Mark-II, as it doesn't look to have any sort of head guns. The 105 Dagger would then have Phase Shift Armor, maybe Trans-Phase Shift Armor, the ability to use Strike Packs, Beam Sabers, and the head regular head guns.
 
Hello I need an input for a Build/Gunpla story, specifically choices of baseline unit for a character based on her personality. Can anyone help?

So the person is someone confident, self-assured, aloof in public but cheerful on screen (as a streamer), a very casual gundam fan at most with little to no knowledge of most series. Primarily plays FPS.

I was thinking of using Jesta base, but then rethinking that it would be weird for someone like that to use UC unit base. Does anyone have recommendation?
 
Probably something from IBO would be a good shout. Maybe Flauros, given that Gundam is a very ranged-oriented Gundam by IBO standards?
 
Hello I need an input for a Build/Gunpla story, specifically choices of baseline unit for a character based on her personality. Can anyone help?

So the person is someone confident, self-assured, aloof in public but cheerful on screen (as a streamer), a very casual gundam fan at most with little to no knowledge of most series. Primarily plays FPS.

I was thinking of using Jesta base, but then rethinking that it would be weird for someone like that to use UC unit base. Does anyone have recommendation?

Iconic mook suit.

Which if not UC, probably means the Leo.

Which probably means increasingly kitbashed Leos as things escalate, but never with Tallgeese parts because quirky streamer nonsense.
 
...Sorry, what? That sounds like something out of gundam otaku arsenal with closeted gay crush on talgeese, and not casual fan.
 
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