Mobile Suit Gundam: The 1st MS Team
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*Universal Century 0079*
What began as a bid for autonomy in Side 3 erupted into the most devastating war humanity has ever witnessed. Half of all human lives have already been lost in the first month alone. Entire colonies became tombs. Fleets lost to the vast silence of space. Countless cities on Earth reduced to rubble.
And now, in the aftermath of Operation British and Zeon's planetary invasion, one truth has become undeniable:
Mobile suits rule the battlefield.
The Principality of Zeon’s Zaku had reshaped warfare overnight. Now the Federation is scrambling, desperate, bleeding, trying to catch up before they lose the war entirely. Somewhere beneath the humid jungles of South America, the Federation begins a secret race against time.
You are ***Ian Voss***.
*Rank:* Lieutenant 1st Class
*Assignment:* Join the Federation’s experimental “1st MS Team,” a prototype mobile-suit evaluation unit tasked with field-testing captured Zeon technology and accelerating the Federation’s crash-program to catch up in MS warfare.
*Location:* Testing Annex 17, a dummy installation linked to Jaburo by a network of underground rail tunnels.
And right now, you’re sitting alone in a rattling transport car, watching the lights strobe across the curved metal walls as you glide through the dark.
Your wrist aches again. It always does, when you think about the last mission.
You rub at it absently, jaw tightening despite yourself. The pain is duller now; dulled by time, dulled by stubbornness. But, the frustration still lingers sharp and bitter in your chest. Your hand curls into a fist before you even realize it.
Somewhere ahead in the tunnel, a distant rumble rolls through the stone, pulling your thoughts away from the past. The transport car shivers, dust falls from the ceiling. The driver glances back at you, wide-eyed.
Another rumble. Closer. Then another. Sharper this time, a compressive thud echoing through the tunnel as if some giant above is hammering the earth itself.
“Uh… sir?” the driver mutters, pressing a hand to his headset. “You might want to-”
A burst of static. Shouting. Indistinct panic. The car slows, then squeals to a stop.
“-repeat, Annex 17 is under attack! We have confirmed enemy mobile suits-”
The driver lowers the receiver with a pale face.
“S-sir… we’ve been ordered to hold position until it’s safe to proceed.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“‘Hold position’? In a tunnel?”
“I.. I don’t want to drive straight into a battle zone! What if the tunnel collapses? What if a stray shot hits the entrance? What if-”
*BOOM.*
The tunnel trembles hard enough that the lights flicker. Somewhere far ahead, metal shrieks against stone.
You steady yourself with a hand on the wall.
“At the rate things are going,” you say calmly, “we’re not safer sitting here waiting for the ceiling to come down on us. Move.”
