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Rolf saw it through his GM’s primary camera—a flicker, then a dead glass orb. He didn’t cheer. He’d learned not to. A disabled Zaku wasn’t dead. It was a trap.

The Zaku lay crumpled against a collapsed highway overpass, its heat axe still clutched in its right manipulator. Zeon ground crew had painted teeth on its shoulder shield. Cute. Now its pilot was either dead or leaking into the cockpit, and Rolf was supposed to sit here like a parked tank. Mobile Suit Gundam- MS Sensen 0079 -Normal Down...

It moved.

He walked the GM backward, each step a prayer to the actuators. The ruined city loomed on both sides—dead apartment blocks, a burned-out Type 61 tank, a Zeon supply truck still smoking. Somewhere, a child was crying. Or maybe it was the wind through shattered glass. Rolf saw it through his GM’s primary camera—a

Rolf looked back toward the overpass. Somewhere under the wreckage, a Zeon pilot was already cooling. No burial. No name. Just another entry in the operational log. A disabled Zaku wasn’t dead

Then Thunder Lead’s voice: “Thunder 3, report.”

“Yeah. No kidding.”