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"Bring it on. It's time the world saw what future warfare really looks like."
Maybe it was because he'd never actually piloted a Mobile Suit head-to-head against a modern military force before, but as Luca watched the video feed of the three Gundams speeding through the sky, he felt a rare surge of excitement. He knew the eyes of practically every nation on Earth were fixated on this moment.
On the screen, the first to engage the carrier strike group was Dark Goddess Gundam Unit 01, piloted by Shamila.
While the Dark Goddess was powered by a "Hell Engine"—a drive capable of corrupting the pilot's mind and twisting them into something demonic—the specially synthesized pilot suit she wore completely negated that risk.
And let's face it: a top-tier pilot, assisted by a dedicated Combat Haro AI, was always going to be more lethal than an automated drone.
Just as Dark Goddess 01 reached the perimeter of the naval fleet, something physically impossible happened.
The black Mobile Suit, previously pushing hypersonic speeds, came to a dead stop. It hovered steadily in mid-air, completely ignoring the laws of inertia.
This was the signature trait of a Solar Furnace drive. Relying on exotic particles for propulsion allowed for maneuverability that defied physics. Clearly, the "Hell Particles" powering this black unit inherited that same capability.
Another side effect of these particles was their ability to jam radar signals when dispersed. That explained why the fleet hadn't launched a long-range strike yet; they couldn't lock on until the Dark Goddess 01 was within visual range.
Suspended in the sky, the black mech didn't attack immediately. Instead, it opened a wide-band communication channel, proceeding with the pre-planned "surrender negotiation."
"Attention all officers of the fleet ahead. We are not your enemy!"
"The Skrulls are manufacturing lies and inciting conflict! They intend to enslave Earth! Do not let yourselves become pawns in their conspiracy!"
"I strongly advise you to lay down your arms and halt your advance."
"The Aurantius Group will accept your surrender shortly. Otherwise..."
Inside the cockpit, Shamila didn't even get to finish her sentence.
The fleet below gave its answer.
From the decks of the two Nimitz-class carriers in the center of the formation, fighter jets scrambled, roaring off the runways. Meanwhile, the dozen destroyers riding shotgun manually adjusted their turrets, training every available gun on the hovering mech.
For the fleet commander, resorting to optical targeting was a desperate move.
Naval warfare 101: trying to hit a target with unguided projectiles while bobbing on ocean waves results in accuracy that is, to put it mildly, pathetic. It's even worse when the target is a "small" humanoid machine only about forty feet tall.
But they had no choice. Even though they could see the black mech with the naked eye, their radar screens showed nothing but static. Aside from heat-seeking missiles, old-school optical aiming was their only option.
However, the commander was baffled by one thing.
The fleet's hostile intent was obvious—turrets were turning, jets were launching—yet the black mech just sat there. It didn't react.
Are its optical sensors garbage? Can it not see us mobilizing from this distance?
Just as the thought crossed the commander's mind, the guns locked on.
In an instant, a dozen destroyers opened fire in unison.
The roar was deafening.
Large-caliber naval cannons, rapid-fire CIWS (Close-In Weapon Systems), autocannons, and even a few short-range anti-air missiles joined the fray.
The sky lit up with a dense web of tracers.
Converging on the black mech, the projectiles formed a continuous, cone-shaped curtain of destruction. Black flak smoke blotted out the sun, while shells that missed tore through the barrage, erupting into massive geysers of water on the ocean surface miles away.
The firepower was so intense that the jets barely off the deck couldn't even engage; they had to circle uselessly to avoid getting shredded by their own fleet's friendly fire.
The barrage didn't last long.
In naval combat, a forty-foot target is tiny. Without radar confirmation, the fleet couldn't tell if they were actually hitting anything inside that cloud of smoke.
Still, trusting in the sheer volume of ordinance they had just unleashed, the commander lowered his binoculars and thought to himself:
That has to be it, right? Even with bad accuracy, with that much lead in the air...
He wasn't the only one. Across the globe, everyone watching the remote feeds thought the same thing.
But just then, the script flipped.
From the thick wall of fire and smoke, a black silhouette shot out at breakneck speed.
The aerodynamic drag from its sudden acceleration was so violent that it dragged the smoke and explosion debris behind it like a trailing tide.
Not only was the chassis completely scratch-free, but as it sprinted through the air, it broadcast a chilling, mechanical declaration:
"Target refuses to surrender!"
"Annihilation Mode: Engaged."
The cold, synthetic voice seemed to cut through the lingering boom of the cannons, ringing in everyone's ears.
Suddenly, it became clear why the mech hadn't dodged earlier. It didn't need to.
The black machine plowed straight through the incoming fire, charging right up to the lead destroyer on the perimeter.
It didn't matter what caliber the rounds were. They didn't just fail to scratch the paint; they couldn't even knock the mech off its flight path by an inch.
The black mech reached the ship, reached out with a massive mechanical hand, and grabbed the barrels of a firing Phalanx CIWS autocannon.
With a casual tug—
CRUNCH—!
Amidst sparking wires and bending metal, the entire gun emplacement was ripped cleanly off the deck.
The mech didn't use a beam rifle or a saber.
It simply pressed its two hands together, crushing the weapon system into a twisted ball of scrap metal, and backhanded it straight into the destroyer's bridge.
BOOM————!
A massive explosion erupted, sending shockwaves across the water.
A destroyer worth billions of dollars was crushed and sunk as easily as a cheap plastic toy.