"Rome, sh, Sahara desert, unbj, Philadelphia, North Atlantic, London, Paris, Berlin..."
As if singing, the man was counting the place names on the screen on the wall. His white fingers picked up the tea cup and brought it to his mouth gracefully.
After taking a light sip, the man put down the cup.
Durandal, the Speaker of the Plant Supreme Council, stood up from his lazy and leisurely sitting position and slowly walked to the window.
What is remembered on the wall is the location where the fragments of Julius 7 fell.
Standing in the high-rise office of the Colonial Administration in Aprilius City, Durandal looked at the open scenery in front of him.
The neat and orderly cityscape, the pedestrians coming and going, and the rippling blue waves in the distance are reminiscent of the scenery of the Mediterranean Sea.
"The death toll will continue to increase, which is another sad thing to say..."
He was talking to himself, with just the right amount of regret in his words.
But I don’t know if it’s because of the overly smooth tone of voice, but it sounds like he’s showing off his perfect acting skills to someone, giving people the impression of a gorgeous performance art.
Besides him, there is another person in this office.
The girl's expression was still a little innocent, and she sat at the desk and played with the chessboard for a while.
I saw her picking up the crystal-carved horse-head chess pieces one by one and looking at them with admiration.
Her long pink hair was slightly curled and draped gently on her shoulders.
"And Genesis α..."
Durandal seemed to have forgotten her existence and was looking out the window while talking.
Then he seemed to be moved by the tragedy on earth: "The real trouble begins now... I just don't know if this unexpected development will bring me good luck."
It was originally a word of sympathy, but the moment he said it, a smile appeared on his face that was out of proportion to his facial expression.
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Television is broadcasting the disaster situation in various places.
The terrifyingly large crater was still emitting black smoke. There was nothing in the crater, and the surrounding areas outside the crater were all turned into rubble under the shock wave.
No one in the coastal areas was spared, and the buildings destroyed by the huge waves were shocking.
People who had lost their homes and all their property sat slumped among the ruins, their eyes empty and confused.
They may be lucky to have lost everything.
There are countless lives that were burned or blown to death by falling flints from the sky because they were too late to escape, or even their shelters or air-raid shelters were burned or blown to death.
However, the atmosphere is now filled with dust, and considering its long-term impact and future resurgence, it is unknown whether we are lucky to be alive.
Inside the luxuriously decorated shelter.
There was no sense of crisis or sadness in the voice coming from the communication intercom.
The face reflected on the wall communication screen was as leisurely and content as when he said goodbye a few days ago, without the haggardness of the aftermath.
"The entire Parthenon is gone!"
One of them looked indignant.
Jibril smiled disdainfully when he heard this: "It's such an old thing, it doesn't make any difference if it's gone."
"--What are you going to do?"
Among the eight screens side by side, a man asked with a stern face: "Durandall's movements are very fast. That guy has already started to act in a deceptive way."
Every action of the colonial speaker was carried out very quickly. From his notification of the accident to various countries, to his painstaking completion of the blasting project, to his subsequent response and disposal, all performances appeared positive and efficient.
ZAFT-related units on Earth have also dispatched helicopters carrying relief supplies and personnel to the disaster-stricken areas.
There would be more reinforcements from the colonies' own countries in the future.
One of the screens on the video wall showed Durandal's speech to the people.
That upright face was full of sorrow.
"I feel infinitely sad for this deep scar... But, friends of the earth, please cheer up from today's despair."
"Faced with the unprecedented suffering of our compatriots, we will lend a helping hand at all costs..."
This high-sounding rhetoric is not a good thing for Jibril and these people.
Durandal's chess move was too solid. If the public's sentiments moved closer to the colonies, it would be difficult for them to incite the sentiments of the anti-regulators, and the script leading to war would probably fail.
"The Phantom Pain Force has sent back something very interesting... It should have been delivered to you all."
"Well...this..."
"Oh, this is what happened..."
"Solar flare engine..."
"This is an unexpected trump card."
The resolution of the image is slightly lower, and the light source when shooting was not enough, but it can still be seen that the ms in the picture are ZAFT's ms.
In addition to the scenes of Keen's battle, the film also includes the devices installed on the Julius 7, as well as the cables wrapped around the strings.
After everyone's discussion subsided, Jibril confidently announced to them: "No one in this world can allow this kind of thing, and there will be nothing else that can unite us more powerfully than it." Together, this time, we must eliminate all adjusters——"
"--For the blue and pure universe!"
Facing Jibril's declaration, no one on the screen raised any objections.
It's a gamble worth taking.
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"What are you going to do next?"
Mina Sahak's voice was calm, and various disaster reports from the earth were being projected on the wall of her office.
There are also scenes of Orb's disaster.
As an island nation, Orb was also severely affected by the disaster.
Forty percent of the land and buildings were swallowed up by the waves.
However, fortunately, there is strong support from the Atlantic Federation, and Orb's own economy is very good. Compared with other disaster-stricken areas, Orb's situation is relatively better.
"do nothing."
Faced with Mina Sahak's inquiry, Lux shook her head.
"You're confident?"
Meena Sahak asked, putting down her tea cup.
“It’s not confidence, it’s just that I don’t know what to do right now.”
Lux also wanted to take action, but just like she said, she didn't know what she should or could do.
Human beings have limits, so humans have learned to join groups for warmth, and have formed gathering places, countries, races, and nations...
From the moment she gave up entering the power center of the plant, she lost control and influence over the overall situation.
The general trend cannot be changed simply by relying on strategy.
"Have you ever regretted it?"
Meena Sahak heard Lux's helplessness and understood her helplessness.
This is also the reason why she clings to the Heavenly Realm Pillar.
"What do you regret?"
Lux asked with a smile.
Minna stared into Lux's eyes.
Seeing the light in her eyes, Mina Sahak smiled and shook his head: "Pretend I didn't ask."
"What about you? What are you going to do?"
Lux asked rhetorically.
"Which aspect are you referring to?" Mina Sahak asked back.
"Ob."
Lux replied: "Because of the assistance from the Atlantic Federation and the fall of Junius, Orb should choose to join the Earth Alliance."
"You think this decision was the wrong one?"
Meena Sahak asked rhetorically.
"If it's you, then this decision is perfect, but if it's Cagalli..."
After Lux said this, she didn't continue.
Mina Sahak has enough skill and strategy to balance Orb and the Atlantic Federation.
And Cagalli——
She is too immature.
"She is the co-leader, and this is what she must experience. The Orb lion cubs-if they don't grow up, they will always be just delicious food in the mouths of others."
Mina Sahak was actually a little speechless.
Who is Uzmi?
How could he have such a descendant.
If Cagalli could inherit half of her father's IQ and wealth, she would already have the Orb under her control.
Cagalli, who had the most military power in the troubled times and could command 80% of the Orb army, would be threatened by a group of politicians who didn't know what they were talking about. It was ridiculous to think about it.
If you are in peacetime, this is indeed true.
But these are troubled times, turbulent times, and any bullshit politics under these circumstances are nonsense.
Military power is king, politics is bullshit.
Just look at the Atlantic Federation and you will know why the Atlantic Federation is controlled by logos. The economy is a matter of time, but military power is the most important factor.
If it were him, the five bullshit Orb families wouldn't even be qualified to talk to him on an equal footing.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I always feel like nothing is written, but it seems like——
Damn it
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