Who is Playing the Love Development Game in Gundam

"How does he manage to pinpoint our camp from above the clouds?" White Whale whispered to Edward after watching He Kui depart.

In the era before neutron interference, locating a camp from high above was possible, but now, with no data transmission possible under such interference, how did A manage it?

"I have no idea," Edward admitted frankly, shrugging.

"Aren't you two working together?" White Whale gave Edward a disapproving nudge with her foot.

"He's not one of us; he's just a mercenary and part of some mysterious organization."

"Mysterious organization?"

"Yes, 'Palas,' though I don't know much about it."

"I see. Still, stopping the chaos in South America with just us is going to be tough," White Whale sighed.

"I've heard that if all else fails, they're planning to launch orbital bombs directly onto your Brazilian positions."

Dropping orbital bombs from space would be challenging to defend against, especially over such a vast area. Most military bases and key cities were prepared for such attacks, as they had air defense systems. But South America's expansive territory, its large swathes of rainforest, and the lack of complete militarization made it highly vulnerable.

"They don't care about Earth anymore, do they!" Edward slammed his fist on the wooden table, his frustration echoing through the room.

The Amazon rainforest, often called Earth's lungs, had already shrunk by 35% after the previous global war. Further devastation would only worsen the planet's ecological condition.

"Victory in war often blinds people, Edward. You should know that by now," White Whale gently placed her hands over his, trying to calm him.

"What about the Panama Mass Driver? We could send our mobile suits into space through it," Edward suggested, his eyes lighting up with a sudden idea. However, he quickly realized a problem. "But the Sword Calamity and my Deep Forbidden aren't suited for space combat."

"There's also the Raider Gundam," Edward added thoughtfully.

Their mobile suits—Calamity for ground, Forbidden for sea, and Raider for aerial combat—each had their own specialties. Raider, despite being slightly less advanced, was versatile enough for space.

"But there's still a problem: how would the suits return?" he mused. The cockpit's temperature under reentry was extreme, and it was unlikely anyone could withstand it safely.

"Besides, He Kui isn't the only one who can pilot a Gundam," White Whale teased. "Still, I'll talk to the defense chief and see if we can make any arrangements."

White Whale didn't want to push He Kui into this, but she respected his boundaries. If it came down to it, Edward himself could pilot Raider into space.

"Edward…" White Whale sighed, understanding his determination, and she wrapped her arms around him.

Meanwhile, unaware of the conversation in the command tent, He Kui was out on the training grounds, inspecting the recent progress of the squad. There wasn't much to note—just a day of training and two simulated battles.

"Good work, everyone. Keep up the good progress," He Kui encouraged as he gestured for the pilots to stop their controls over the Ginns.

"Thank you," the four massive mobile suits came to a halt in unison.

"The reaction inside the hover system could still use a bit more speed," He Kui advised.

The hover system was experimental for these mobile suits, and he saw several aspects that could still be optimized.

"But…" one of the team members hesitated to speak, wary of giving an outsider—even a skilled pilot like A—permission to access their suit's inner systems for upgrades.

"Fuko," the squad leader cut him off. "A, we're grateful, but these suits do belong to our boss, so unfortunately, we can't grant direct access to their systems."

"I see," He Kui replied with a friendly smile, appreciating their loyalty and their caution. "No worries, I'll write a quick program for you to install yourselves. You can run it if you think it's safe."

"Thank you." The squad leader breathed a sigh of relief. Though he didn't want to turn down an upgrade, he wasn't keen on letting a mysterious pilot into their systems. He floated down a zipline from his cockpit, landing beside He Kui.

"A, have you ever met our own He Kui?" the young pilot asked curiously.

"Hm? I've heard of him. Why do you ask?"

"Just thought you two seemed similar…" Before the pilot could finish his sentence, Elina jumped in, wrapping her arms around He Kui.

"I've heard of him too! But he's all show and no substance. He's nowhere near as awesome as A! I could take on ten of him!" she declared with a confident smirk.

He Kui felt a complex mix of emotions—was he being complimented or insulted?

Elina's interruption, however, spared him the need to respond.

The young pilot flushed with frustration at Elina's dismissal of his hero. "You know the beam weapons we use here were all designed by He Kui himself, right?"

"Oh, right, I forgot—you guys probably haven't even seen beam weapons," she shot back, smirking.

"Hey! His tech might be useful, but look around—other than our Ginns, where's any PLANT-manufactured suit?" he countered.

Elina retorted, hands on her hips, "Well, if He Kui's so great, why doesn't he come down here himself? Meanwhile, A is here, giving you upgrades!"

The young pilot's cheeks flushed red in anger. Elina continued to push, "I'd bet anyone here could take him down in a fight! I'd wear him out in a minute."

The exchange grew increasingly absurd, with both He Kui and the young pilot at a loss.

"All right, Elina… I do respect He Kui, you know. Let's just get ready to go," He Kui intervened.

If he were here in person, perhaps he'd have dealt with Elina's antics more directly. But for now, he held his peace.

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