Gundam SEED’s Final Destination

"Solar wind speed remains unchanged."

"It is expected to reach the S3 flare level in three seconds."

The long-awaited wind finally blows.

The frozen sea, the pale and withered wheat fields, the streets with no pedestrians -

This piece of land floating in the universe seems to have an inviolable tranquility.

There is a beautifully carved stone tablet in the corner of the ice field, which is engraved with the outline of the "Julius Treaty" signed here.

Yes, this is the wreckage of the tragic place "Julius 7".

The earth at the bottom of the hourglass is surrounded by a sea that boils rapidly due to decompression, but then freezes into shape in an instant.

Countless wires are tightly wrapped around it, and the high-tension strings that make up the outer wall are still attached to a little bit of self-repairing glass residue.

At this time, some kind of startup devices with large digital panels are installed everywhere here, and the input has been completed by the work team.

Sator shouted sternly to the mobile suits and work squad who were still working: "Quickly move! - How about Unit 9?"

"Yes! It'll be ready soon!"

This response also reveals a unique and rigorous discipline.

"Alan...Christine..."

Looking at this familiar and dead world in the distance.

Sato looked down at the photo on the dashboard.

Sarto, wearing a ZAFT military uniform, hugged a beautiful woman side by side in the sunshine. The smiles on their faces were so sweet...

For disturbing the deceased, Sato deeply apologized to them in his heart.

But he had to do it, and there was a reason why he had to do it.

In the sky above the innocent dead, ignore the innocent souls who died unjustly.

The instigators of the war and those who failed to fulfill their duty to protect them trampled on the corpses of the innocent dead and signed a self-satisfying peace treaty——

"The released particles are confirmed to have arrived. The countdown to the start of the flare engine begins."

"--The particles have arrived!"

"Flare engine starts...!"

Sarto slowly took off in his beloved aircraft, the highly maneuverable Keen 2, and listened to the countdown from a high position.

This is the weight of the tombstone of the deceased, the final redemption of the unjustly dead soul, and the justice and justice for the innocent dead.

As the countdown ends.

The starting devices tied to the strings started to move, and the operation lights also lit up one by one.

From a distance, this scene looked like a huge Christmas tree starting to light up, filling Sato's heart with inappropriate warmth and emotion.

Although the satellite debris flashing with small electric lights is beautiful, at this moment, it is already a murder weapon that scares the world.

Solar wind is caused by solar flares.

The corona above the sunspot releases the energy contained in the area at once. This phenomenon is called a flare, and the plasma flow emitted at the same time is the true face of the solar wind.

The charged particles of the solar wind will carry away the sun's magnetic field, and any object wrapped by this magnetic field will itself produce magnetism and attract or repel other magnetic objects.

The function of the flare engine is to turn the entire solar system into a huge motor.

Electricity generated by the Julius 7 underground power generator causes electric current to pass through wires wrapped around high-tension strings.

In this way, they become electromagnetic coils, covering Julius 7 with a strong magnetic field.

This magnetic field will interact with the solar wind magnetic field to create a repulsive force, and then push this huge tombstone towards the Earth.

This force is not too large compared to the size of Julius 7, but once Julius 7 is pushed out of orbit, the latter will slide and land under the pull of gravity.

Flying gracefully towards the goal set by Satou and others——

"Go, our tombstone...!"

Watching this scene, Sarto announced loudly: "——This world has forgotten to lament, is ignorant of the truth, and is full of deception! This time, we will correct it! Let this world go on the right path!"

This is his declaration of war on the world.

It was also the voice of all the dead souls of Junius present.

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"Don't be angry, Talia. It's not what I expected for things to develop to this point."

In the room with only a small lamp lit, the man said softly.

Whenever she heard this sound, Thalia always thought of bitter chocolate that melted in her mouth.

She turned over and faced the man with her back: "I didn't let you enter the room just to comfort you!"

"Um."

The man in a bathrobe stared at the electronic screen in front of him and replied without raising his eyes.

Thalia, wrapped in a quilt, half turned her head to glance at him.

The black-haired Speaker Durandal had already calmed down his expression, and as usual, he was reviewing the boring official documents that were switching from page to page on the screen.

How did this relationship come to be in the first place——

Whenever she saw him like this, Thalia couldn't help but have this question in her mind.

If others asked, I'm afraid she could only answer - the devil knows.

In fact, she had known for a long time that someone secretly said that Thalia Kuradis got the captain position because of her beauty.

Of course, it would be a lie to say that she had no such idea at all.

It's just that for her, Durandal was the type that made her fantasize about it, so the two of them developed this kind of relationship unknowingly, and she didn't ask for any credit, so she was assigned to work on a new type of ship. Captain.

It’s just that the result happened to meet my expectations.

Thalia was already confident and knew that she was absolutely capable of taking on this position.

But thinking about this, she couldn't help but think of Durandal's attitude of interfering with ship affairs.

The supplier of the hard-won captain's throne was actually sitting at the back, which made it extremely difficult for her to do so.

"Captain, the Supreme Council will call Speaker Durandal on Channel 1."

Suddenly, the tranquility before sleeping was broken by a rapid electronic sound.

Thalia couldn't help but turn around and look at the man on the bed.

Durandal put down his work and nodded to Thalia's gaze.

Although Thalia was a little angry, she still wrapped herself in the sheets and walked out of bed to answer the call.

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"What did you say?"

In the wardroom, Cagalli was shocked by the news brought by Durandal and Thalia.

Not just her, I'm afraid anyone who hears it will have the same reaction.

"Julius Seven is moving...how could this happen?"

Cagalli found it unbelievable. This kind of thing was almost as impossible as the moon falling.

Speaker Durandal also looked solemn.

"The reason is still unclear - however, it is indeed moving, and the speed is not low, and it is on the most dangerous track."

Although his tone was heavy, it was still so smooth.

Isn't this person surprised when such a big thing happens? Cagalli somehow came up with this idea.

She always felt that Durandal seemed difficult to associate with words such as panic or panic.

"This ship has confirmed this."

Captain Thalia once again emphasized the authenticity of the news.

Aslan, who was standing next to Cagalli, also seemed shaken and couldn't help but ask: "But, why did this happen?"

Why - the more these three words don't play any role, the more people can't help but say it, as if things will change when they hear the answer or reason.

"Meteorite impact...or other coincidental factors..."

Durandal shook his head and said with complicated eyes: "In short, it is indeed moving now, and it is still moving towards the earth."

A chill ran down Cagalli's spine.

The diameter of the colonial satellite is about ten kilometers.

"What if we fall? Orb—no, where is the Earth?"

She couldn't help but scream.

If a ten-kilometer-diameter colonial satellite falls to the earth, the harm it will cause is absolutely devastating.

Ten kilometers away, there will be an impact area of ​​at least 30 million square kilometers.

This is still a fight on the mainland, but if it were a fight on the ocean——

As an island nation, Orb may disappear in a short time.

Durandal immediately replied: "Now the colony is making every effort to find out the cause and is also looking for ways to avoid it."

"This accident is really not a trivial matter. I must first apologize to you, princess. I have issued a special order for the Minerva to rush to Julius Seven immediately."

After hearing this, Cagalli came back to her senses.

Durandal bowed his head slightly and continued solemnly:

"Fortunately, our ship is not far from it. Princess, please don't be offended."

"Of course, it may be difficult to say, but we will try our best to let you contact your country directly."

Captain Thalia seemed to sense her eagerness, so he gently added: "We are also making arrangements and hope to meet the welcoming boat as soon as possible."

"Okay...I'm sorry..."

Cagalli couldn't help but lower her head.

At this time, she turned out to be a burden...

"Noel."

Just as Durandal sent Cagalli and Aslan away, Durandal suddenly stopped Noel with words.

Noel stopped and looked over.

After Thalia looked back and forth between the two, she turned around and left with Aslan and Cagalli.

Soon, Noel and Durandal were the only two people left in the room.

"What do you want to do?"

Because there are no external personnel, Noel is relatively lazy at this time, and his attitude has become more casual.

"Nothing, I'm just curious why you're not surprised at all."

Durandal said with a smile.

"Who told you that surprise must be shown on your face?"

Noel asked back, and before Durandal could react, Noel continued to smile: "Besides, aren't you that surprised?"

"You really know something."

Durandal couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly when he heard this, and said pointedly.

"Don't worry, I only know what I should know. I don't know anything about what I shouldn't know."

Noel did not deny this, and there was nothing to deny.

Durandal's purpose and his own overlap in a sense.

"Do you think I'm crazy or cold-blooded?"

Durandal pondered for a moment and then asked Noel.

"Are you talking about me?"

Noel asked back: "Or is there something in this that I don't know about?"

"I think there are none."

Durandal heard the implication of Noel's words.