As the Zaku turned its back to search for Milos, Aris fired her emergency cold-gas thrusters. The Ball launched silently, like a fist from the dark. She slammed into the Zaku’s back, her claw arms latching onto its backpack thrusters.
Aris threw her Ball into a chaotic corkscrew. The G-forces mashed her internal organs against her spine. She fired her thrusters blind, kicking up lunar dust. The second Zaku, wielding a heat hawk, charged. Its pilot was a veteran—she could tell by the way it moved. Not like a machine, but like a predator. It sidestepped Taggart’s desperate cannon shot and brought the superheated axe down. mobile suit gundam uc 0079
“Contact! Contact!” Milos screamed.
But the first Zaku was enraged. It vaulted over a burning fuel tank, machine gun blazing. Darius’s Ball took a hit to the thruster assembly. He spun out of control, tumbling toward the lunar surface. As the Zaku turned its back to search
Darius laughed, but it was a hollow sound. “Kid, we’re the Maggots. We don’t get Gundams. We get Balls. And we make them work.” Aris threw her Ball into a chaotic corkscrew