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Save the Day Program, once again. (Gundam IBO/Satisfactory SI): Chapter 37
🕑 Added 2025-06-04 13:40:45 +0000 UTCEuropa colony, Jupiter Sphere, P.D. 323.
“That bitch cannot reach Earth no matter the cost!”
The blond-haired, blue-eyed man with the Gjallarhorn uniform yelled at Naze Turbine as the man in question gave a wry smile.
The Gjallarhorn personnel, whose blue and white uniform and the lines of their cuffs showed that he was a Specialist Colonel, gritted his teeth in anger as he remembered the humiliation he endured at his Father’s words a few hours ago.
“Mr. Falk. I understand that you wish to redeem yourself after the difficulties you faced in maintaining your hold on Mars after your family was assigned to look over that post since your predecessor's unfortunate death. However, I must warn you, FICSIT Inc. is not an enemy that can be taken lightly-“
“Name your price, Turbine. We will give it to you.”
Niel Falk, the heir to the Falk family of the Seven Stars, smirked as his words caught the attention of the mercenary.
‘I knew you rats would do anything for money. Let me make the deal even sweeter.’
“Additionally, we will also give your ships immunity to pass through the more restricted sections of the Ariadne Network for your and your boss’s business. And as long as we are the rulers of Mars, you will have a monopoly over certain goods and their transport. What do you think? Is that good enough for you to help us?”
“…You make a very convincing argument, Mr. Falk. Alright. I will contact my boss and prepare a plan for you.”
Naze Turbine got up from his seat with a grin and greed clear in his eyes.
Just as he was about to leave, he turned to ask a question, almost as if he had forgotten about it until now.
“Incidentally, I heard that Mr. Falk’s family has a Gundam with them?”
“…What about it?”
“Nothing. It's just that the Teiwaz got its hands on a few Gundam parts that you might be interested in. If you want, I can arrange for you to see it. Consider it a greeting gift for our future cooperation.”
“…Alright.”
“Great! Can you tell me where your Gundam is? I’ll have my men bring the parts to you.”
“In the Gjallarhorn’s private Hangar in the Colony. You don’t have to bring the parts to me. My men will pick it up, tell me where they are.”
“Of course!”
Naze smiled at the suspicious look on the man’s face while inwardly, he sneered at his arrogance and incompetence.
If it were not for the boss lady’s plan, Naze would never have even entertained any of this brat’s tantrums.
However, now that he had already gotten everything that he was supposed to from this guy, it was time to move on.
With a press of a hidden button inside his jacket, a silent signal was sent to a certain group that was waiting for said signal.
Before Falk could say anything about why Naze was not speaking or leaving the room anymore, the private bubble on Europa’s surface that the Falk built for themselves as a safehouse shook as alarms rang out across the facility.
“WHAT’S GOING ON OUT THERE!??”
“Sir! We are under attack! Retreat to your private bunker- Oh my god! What is that-“
Words of Falk’s man were cut off as the noise of gunfire, shouts, and pleas for help rang out from the communicator.
Then, the video feed fell to the side, probably because the man on the other side was already dead.
However, the feed continued, showing the massacre that was taking place in the hanger of his family’s safehouse at the hands of the unknown assailants.
Then, the video showed a sight that sent chills down Falk’s back.
A strangely shaped Mobile Suit, painted in a way that would allow it to blend into the ocean below the ice sheets, raised its clawed arm and opened fire at the fleeing men and the scant few Mobile Suits that some men managed to activate, taking out everyone in sight.
One of the Mobile Suits, a Graze-Frame, managed to dodge the fire and attacked the unknown machines with its guns.
However, the machine was completely unaffected by the weapon.
The moment the machine pulled out a Heat Hawk, Falk immediately realized who he was dealing with, and fear slowly dominated his heart, eliminating his previous rage.
But the poor man did not even have the time to run for his life as the sound of a gun’s hammer being cocked made him stand still.
“I told you, FICSIT is not something that you want as an enemy. Unfortunately, you would not listen. Goodbye, Mr. Falk. And thanks for telling me where your family is hiding their Gundam. We will take good care of it.”
“NO-“
*Bang*
The sound of the gunshot was ignored in favor of the five new Mobile Suits of FICSIT rampaging across the facility.
The machines known as MSM-07 Z’Gok, a strange name to be sure, massacred every single Gjallarhorn member in the facility, leaving no one behind. Even those that were hiding inside hidden bunkers or other such rooms were sniffed out by their support Pluma units that were created based on the Pluma of the Hashmal.
The Pluma’s thermal, x-ray vision, motion trackers, sonar systems, and LIDAR allow it to look past walls and target any living thing. Then, they transfer the data to their parent Mobile Suit, which uses its guns to blow apart these hiding places.
Within a matter of a few hours, the entirety of the Falk safehouse was turned into rubble with no survivors, while their assailants disappeared into the ocean below the ice sheets along with the Falk family’s Gundam unit, the Gundam Gamigin.
As for Naze Turbine, he simply returned to the colony proper, from which he took off with his lover back to his ship, where his boss already had another task ready for him.
With this, another heir of one of the Seven Stars had fallen.
Combined with Iok Kujan, this meant that now only five of the seven families had a definitive heir to their legacy.
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ZMSM-07 Z'Gok:
Gundam Gamigin:
Comments
OlderThenGuy
The Gundam Gamigin definitely need a new color scheme because that look like throw up.
RoyalTwinFangs
The Thunderbolt looks less like the original Z'Gok and more like the Z'Gok-E. Also that subarm with the gun reminds me of the Buster's.
