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Save the Day Program, once again. (Gundam IBO/Satisfactory SI): Chapter 35
🕑 Added 2025-06-02 09:13:43 +0000 UTCClassified Command Bunker, Himalayan Mountains, Oceanian Federation, Earth. P.D. 323.
Within the most secure bunker hidden under the Himalayan mountains, the president of the Oceanian Federation, Dr. Amara Vinh, sat on his chair, watching the violence unfold on the screen.
Shown on the screen were the brutal images of battles unfolding at the borders of Arbrau and the Oceanian Federation.
A battle that was nothing more than a plan hatched by the leaders of both Economic Blocs for the sake of something that no one but a select few knew about.
Watching as a variant of the Zaku-Frame, painted in the colors of the Arbrau, clashed with the opposing Gilda Mobile Suits of Oceanian make and destroyed the machines by the dozens despite being a single unit, Dr. Amara could not help but feel intrigued.
“I must say, Mr. Montag. Your company has outdone itself this time. While not as agile as a regular Zaku-Frame, your version is still quite impressive. Most importantly, this test shows that the regular Mobile Suit setup is indeed viable with the Zaku-Frames, and we can cut down on our reliance on FICSIT for the fuel of the Zaku-Frame.”
The man with silver hair and a golden mask that obscured everything about his face, smiled at his client.
“I am glad you liked it. Although I don’t think the families of those soldiers will appreciate it all that much, given that many of them are KIA at the hands of my machine.”
“Sacrifices have to be made for the sake of progress. I think you understand it better than anyone.”
Then, the president made a serious face.
“That being said, I must ask you. Are you sure Gjallarhorn will not make a fuss about using your new weapons on the field like this? Because I must say, they are quite the tempting design, especially since the SAU has recently decided to replace the majority of their existing Mobile Suits with FICSIT’s Zaku-Frames.”
Montag simply smiled at that question again.
“Don’t worry, President Vinh. While the seven stars will indeed make a lot of noise if they learn about our beam weapons, they won’t be able to do much about it for the foreseeable future. Especially since they will be quite busy putting out the fires that Ms. Bernstein and her entourage will be causing soon enough.”
Watching as the so-called ‘Beam Rifles’ forcefully break through the rather weak Nanolaminate armor of the Zaku-Frame, Dr. Amara could not help but swallow as plan after plan started swarming his mind.
Three hundred years was a long time. Long enough for many people to even forget that there were once 195 countries on Earth. For many people, there had only ever been four nations on Earth and one peacekeeping force. That is all they knew, and that is all they would ever know.
But there were still a few people who remember the days gone by, and the grudges and favors of those days.
Such as the Mathews family in what was once Texas, who descended from the last president of the USA and now run a colossal farming empire that produces all the food for the majority of the SAU.
The Bakondé tribe, which later on became the Kamau family. A ‘family’ which was made of members, both with blood relations and members who were not connected by blood. A force that rose from their roots of an ancient tribe in the former territory of Africa, who were enslaved during the late 21st century during the Food Wars.
After the African civil war, when the entire continent was divided between the USA, Russia, the EU, and Arab countries, they rose to become a powerful tycoon. After the Calamity War, they have been mainly trading in rare earth metals and historic artifacts. They have become a major power in the African Union these days.
And yet, they have yet to lose their traditions and their roots, still remembering the days that they spent as slaves to the outsiders.
Similarly, there are many families and forces descended from prominent figures and influential people from those times that still live to this day, carrying on the traditions and legacies of those days.
Dr. Amara himself was a direct descendant of a family that once owned a powerful private institute before the Calamity War.
It might only seem to be bragging for most people to say that they have such deep roots in history. However, for the people in question, their legacy carries with it many grudges and favors that have become a burden on them as time passes.
In fact, it can be said that such forces are the main driving forces behind the tension between the four Economic Blocs of today, fueled by the hatreds of a world long since gone.
Originating in China and having people from many different eastern nations in their bloodline, his family had never forgotten what the western nations of those times had done to their countries and their people during the Food Wars, the Trade Wars, and many other conflicts that arose in the late 21st century and the early 22nd century.
Similarly, many other forces across the world also held such grudges against each other.
Shaking his head to get rid of those thoughts, Dr. Amara looked at Montag.
“Speaking of, how certain are you that Ms. Bernstein’s mission will succeed?”
“If my calculations are correct, then there is at least a 70% to 80% chance that she will succeed in her goal. At least to some degree.”
At his words, Dr. Amara grinned like a loon.
“Good. That means that we are close to achieving our target.”
Looking at the screen, Dr. Amara made a resolute decision.
“I am sold. I will have my secretary contact you soon with the budget plan. I want all my forces equipped with your Beam Rifles.”
Watching the footage once again, Dr. Amara whispered with sheer hatred as he remembered the injustice done to his ancestors at the hands of the Westerners.
“The SAU will not know what hit their forces. Especially since the Beam Rifles can ignite the liquid fuel of the Zaku.”
“Then, it will be time for the Oceanian Federation to take what is rightfully theirs.”
“I see. In that case, I will inform my people to start production immediately.”
With those words, Montag, real name McGillis Fareed, walked out of the Bunker and boarded his ship to return to the Montag Company HQ.
However, the moment he left the territory of the Oceanian Federation, he could not help but sneer in contempt.
“It is the senile and resentful fools like you that hold back our species, Amara Vinh. But for now, your goal aligns with mine, so I will let it slide.”
Taking out his datapad, he continued browsing through the data on it as he whispered to himself.
“One down, three more to go.”
“Soon, everything will be ready. And all I will need is a single spark to light the flame.”
All across the Sol System, players like him started making their moves, and their pieces moved on a board that would decide the fate of humanity.
Will that fate be that of complete destruction, or that of a utopia? Only time would tell.
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