Gundam Seed Celestial Forge

POV Sai Argyle 2nd February CE 71

"Kuzz, you've been standing there for like seven minutes." I said flatly. Honestly is he okay? He's had a confused look on his face for a while now.

"I'm just… aren't you dating Flay?" Kuzzey asked clearly baffled.

Kira walked into the room the expression on his face seemed utterly crestfallen. It wasn't just some look either I could feel the despair radiating off of him.

"I'm engaged to her. At least for right now, there's a chance that could change given… everything that happened, but right now we're still basically dating." I replied. Politics like marriage between people in power in different countries were complicated right now especially when I'm pulling twelve-hour shifts of the regular.

"What are you trying to imply about them Kuzzey?" Kira finally spoke.

"I mean, the two of them just came out of my closet and look disheveled. I think that speaks for itself." Kuzzey spoke while pointing at Cagalli and me while looking me dead in the eyes.

Cagalli took a step forward and gestured back at me. "Me and this oaf? He wishes." She said aggressively.

Wait, is he thinking I gave her the ol'devil's tango? That saves me the trouble of making up an excuse for what happened.

Wait ol'devil's tango? Who even says that anymore?

Fuck I need to stop following dad's movie recommendations.

"Ehhh… That wasn't what you were saying earlier." I said faking an awkward tone. I'll apologize to Flay later.

"Ow my ribs!" Shit, that hurt more than I thought it would. Jeez, Cagalli still can't take a joke.

At that moment Flay entered Kuzzy's bedroom too.

"And what's this about you two being in Kuzzy's closet together!?" Flay shouted. "What have you been doing with him, you brutish whore!" Okay I've very clearly made a mistake, why the fuck was everyone right outside the closet?

Cagalli got right up in front of Flay her clenched fists at her sides. "Excuse me, you red-headed bitch?" Cagalli growled.

"You heard me you trollop." Flay replied while glaring and tilting her head back.

Cagalli threw a punch. "The fuck is a trollop?!"

The sound of the punch was meaty in a way you wouldn't expect from two teenage girls fighting.

Flay responded to getting punched in the stomach by tackling her. "Vile bit-"

Kuzzy leaned in "You know Sai, your fiancé and mistress having a fight in my bedroom was probably the last thing I thought would happen today. It's kinda hot though." He said while looking away from me and towards the fight that was slowly moving into the hallway.

I lightly punched him square in the jaw for that not enough to hurt Kuzzy. No one says that shit about my fiance in my presence.

"What the fuck is my life? Actually, hold on, were you guys just sitting here? Do none of you have anything better to do?" Everyone but Kira, Cagalli, and Flay looked at me so basically just Kuzzy, Miriallia, and Tolle. Kira seemed to be fixated on my fiancé's ass. What the fuck is up with my friends? Are all of them only here to oogle at women? What the hell man.

If only there was some way to distract teenagers easily. Like a better phone. One that let you do internet shitposts on demand… Holy shit, this is genius. And make it touchscreen, I've had enough of the flip phones. I need to get to work on that right now.

I'll just leave these two to fight. Flay likes this sort of stuff. I think.

"Fuck they're going into my parent's room! Stop!" Kuzzy shouted as he rushed towards the cat fight.

I'm going to ignore that until they realize this is my fault.

"Sooo um Kira I was working on a project its not military stuff it just a fancy mobile phone concept. Would you be interested in a job?

"Well, anything's better than making weapons." Kira said despondently.

Huh, why would he bring up something like that? Wait does he make knives as some kind of part-time job or side hustle? I mean I doubt it, but that statement was just weirdly phrased.

"Why would I ask you for help with something like that Kira? I mean I don't get what you would even bring to something like that."

The sound of blankets and pillows falling off a bed came from Kuzzy's parents room as Flay and Cagalli continued to fight.

"Get off of me you blond butch bitch!" Flay shouted from the other room.

"Let's all just quietly go back to the living room and get a drink while those three finish whatever this is." Miriallia stated awkwardly.






POV Rondo Gina Sahaku



As Lord Argyle and I finally reached our destination of Artemis, the primary Eurasian base in this area of space, I looked over my custom unit request form and the scribbled notes on it. These things were a piece of bureaucracy introduced by my sister after the young Argyle had offhandedly mentioned custom units as part of his military rearmament ideas.

Base design: Berga Dalas. [Look, I'm too tired to design something wholly new. Eat a dick Gina. I'm already doing fifteen fucking hour shifts. Hire someone else to take work off me if you want something truly unique. ]

Truly a way with words that one. I continued reading.

Modification's from base Dalas: I have four replacement heads pre designed. Pick whatever. Marked locations are where we can add purgeable gold decorations if we don't go for a base unit color of gold. I recommend this. Pure gold paint is an eyesore. If we do that it looks like mustard.

I looked to my left where his father Lord Argyle sat on the other side of the aisle. "He certainly doesn't mince his words." I spoke.

"Of course he doesn't. Your family has overused the color for centuries." Lord Argyle stated.

"All the nobility use gold like that. You're one to talk Lord Argyle."

"I don't use it that much Gina. Anyway that hideous gold frame looks like a pile of lumpy mustard that someone decided to cover in mayonnaise. At least add black accents or something. Balance the whole color scheme out."

"I was planning on it. Look at this." I spoke as I leaned over and passed him my tablet.

In his hands was a heavily marked up paper for an Astray Frame upgrade package labeled Amatsu. The only positive note was, "improved color scheme over gold frame. You at least can understand color theory now." The biggest marking was just a massive "WHY?"

My notes on the astray using traditional orb design language didn't exactly fall on deaf ears. Two of the new designs head choices made use of our iconography.

Specs should include the demon's raw sword system that is in prototyping. Mr. Argyle left a little note next to this request. Battery depletion tech should still be relevant until the eventual fusion discovery or leaking of reactors. Even after, this should be useful in stealing power from beam rifles and the like. [notation: find who named this and ban them from naming any weapon system or anything else ever again, including their own children.]

"This is… a lot I can see why my son has so much on his plate."

Suddenly a voice boomed from the intercom. "My Lords, we are approaching our destination. No issues detected with retrograde thrusters or other systems."

Before us is Artemis, a base I always thought looked stupid. The beam barrier emitters were too exposed at all times. If anyone had stealth tech, they'd be easy pickings. The Eurasian were lucky we were handing over the latest in stealth technology along with plans for sensors far better than anything they currently possessed.

Soon men from the base escorted us from our shuttle to the office of the base's commanding officer.

"Welcome to Artemis gentlemen! I'm glad to see you've arrived unmolested by ZAFT's treacherous goons." The bald arrogant sounding commander of Artemis Major General Gerard Garcia spoke.

"Thank you, General Garcia. I must say you run a tight ship, this place is lovely. Our men should be detaching the cargo container the GINN High Maneuver Type is stored in as we speak." Lord Argyle spoke with a pleased tone.

"The thanks is all mine. Hmmm, no force outside ZAFT has managed to acquire that model despite the fact ZAFT is willing to sell weapons of mass destruction to pirates and other lowlives. They've thus far refused offers to sell that one and none have been captured in battle so far either." General Garcia spoke.

I chose this moment to speak up. "And that GINN is nothing compared to the raw technical data we are transferring to your wonderful nation today. Everything from outdated designs that never went into production to the Atlantean G Weapons to the designs our own 'rouge' elements created whilst working with them. Your superiors will find everything they need to blitz ahead of the Atlantic Federation and ZAFT in the current arms race."

Most of the design information included went over my head, mostly theoretical weapons for MS labeled as first gen designs, some truly strange MS designs and the plans for the G-weapons and P series machines. They were already outdated, so it wasn't a real loss compared to getting a more… stable ally in these times.

The Atlantic Federation proved it couldn't be trusted with how it handled the attack on Heliopolis, and with how connected their government was with Blue Cosmos… well, we could cut them out of the loop.

"That's fine with me. Those damn Atlanteans keep us in the dark about everything. I barely consider them allies at this point." The general huffed with just a little sarcasm.

"I can't say I've never heard anyone refer to them as Atlanteans before, but that is quite right. The fools fired an antimatter weapon in our colony. Can you imagine?" I stated.

Garcia looked surprised for a moment. "The actual hell? Are they crazy?!? Standard protocol for something like that is to send people in suits to scout. Who are those idiotas recruiting?"

It seems someone forgot to inform General Garcia that it was Lohengrins that the Archangel's crew had used to blast their way out. As opposed to its least radioactive armaments.

"Indeed. Well if there's nothing else here is the data we've agreed to give your government. Well the copy of it we'll be leaving here with you." I spoke.

I place the briefcase containing the drives full of valuable data on his desk.

"Oh yes and if you have time the oh so illustrious Admiral Duane Lewis C. Harverton Halburton has sent one of his top men over to negotiate the release of all the Atlantic personnel from Heliopolis and the return of that ugly piece of crap they call a ship."

"I suppose one of your men will take us to him now?" Lord Argyle asked.

Garcia shrugged. "If that's what you'd like I'll send a message to him now so he knows to clean himself up. His name is Howard Hoffman; he's a Captain in the Eighth Fleet. He'll be waiting for you in the officer's lounge when you're ready."

Two men soon arrived and brought us to the well furnished lounge.

"Lord Argyle." The man looked to the person on my left first.

"Captain Hoffman I presume."

"Indeed, I am. So tell me, can we have our people returned to us, we're more than happy to send a fleet to pick everything up from your colony." Hoffman spoke.

"Well you can have the Hawk of Endymion and what is the other one's name? Gail Garro I think? Anyway we brought them here in the back cabin of the shuttle because they didn't cause an international incident. They're yours. We've been paying for their stay in a below average hotel back in Heliopolis. Lord Argyle and I planned to go over the two's transfer back to the Alliance over a meal but if you want to take them off our hands now that would be lovely." I said cordially.

Lord Argyle took a step towards a painting of Yggdrasil admiring it before speaking up. "The Orb Union has hired the Junk Guild to pull your ship out of the colony. Just tell us where you'd like us to ship it, and you can consider it done. My family's own Izumo-class will even help escort it. Your people however committed serious crimes and put lives at risk with their conduct. Izumi wants a more formal meeting between Atlantic and Orb diplomats either in the Orb homelands or in the Atlantic Federation to decide that matter."

Once he finished speaking he simply turned away from the painting and looked Hoffman right in the eyes.

"I'll tell the Admiral we have nothing more to discuss." Hoffman huffed in reply.

With our meetings here at Artemis complete we elected to have a quiet and simple meal with Garcia and a few of his top officers and pilots before returning to our shuttle. All round it was surprisingly pleasant.

A voice came over the intercom. "Lord Argyle a Mr Leons Graves called whilst you were out. He said he has acquired the A package but could not acquire the B package from the PLANTs."

"That's fine. The A package has the system we were interested in. Thank him for his fine service." Lord Argyle spoke loudly.

I looked at my tablet and noticed a message had been received during the meeting with Captain Hoffman.

Custom Unit Request: Approved. Excellent.




POV Ray Yuki Decembris 3 PLANT

Patrick Zala's Decembris City estate is a solemn place. We only ever met here to discuss tragedies. It's where Patrick was when he found out Junius 7 had been struck by those cowardly Natural fucks.

We were once again meeting to discuss something important. Our response to the Heliopolis situation.

Siegel wasn't here, he'd already left the PLANTs to try diplomacy with the filthy creatures of Orb.

The mere thought of having to speak with them made my fist tremble with rage. I luckily wasn't next to any of the fine dinnerware we'd just been eating on in this lavish home.

Patrick had been inside for much of the night chatting away with the movers and shakers of PLANT politics working to guarantee his upcoming election to the Supreme Chairmanship.

Finally, our true leader came outside onto the balcony. Patrick Zala the stalwart and reliable leader that would guide us to victory against the Alliance. Silver haired and broad shouldered he was the very image of a perfect general.

"So Commander, do you have the list for all the forces gathered for the upcoming battle to liberate our captured comrades and claim all the abominable mobile suits the natural filth have managed to build in Heliopolis?"

I saluted. "Fifty-two GINN Standard types, twelve GINN Assault Types, Twelve GINN High Maneuver Types, four GINN Recon Types and twelve CGUEs. So ninety-two suits total. Plus Six Nazca and Six Laurasia-class ships."

"Twelve total ships of those classes can only carry seventy-two suits. I assume you've arranged transport for the remaining twenty?" Chairman Zala questioned.

"Two civilian freighters were taken from repulsive neutrals and are being fitted as we speak. The original crews have already been deported." I responded.

"With what Yuki, storage tanks?" Chairman Zala inquired.

"Yes, we've sent them on a collision course with the Junk Guild headquarters with enough water and air to survive the trip. Ships aren't a meaningful contribution to the war effort. We're not the Alliance." I responded.

"We're better than those parasites of course. Look at how well the war's been going." He gesticulated his arms forward dramatically. "We've captured one of the Mass Drivers and are days away from capturing a second one. The Alliance's space fleets are in disarray. We have taken Boaz for ourselves. Our military is unstoppable!!!"

"I guess you're right, but won't Siegel be there? He's already left for his fruitless negotiations. Putting the Chairman in the line of fire is…" Not ideal that vermin Franz Leaford could spin that in the upcoming election.

"We'll just have to be faster than his ship. Or wait until negotiations fail." Patrick looked away.

Herman Gould, representative of October City and one of the trusted few who were allowed onto the balcony chose now to speak up. "I would advocate for the later Patrick. We could spin it in the media to boost your poll numbers by showing the public how Siegel and his half-hearted decisions will inevitably fail the PLANTs."

That man was nothing more than a dark haired bureaucrat coasting off of Patrick. He honestly believed because he had prior experience in politics among the naturals he knew more about governance than the rest of us.

"I still disagree with this action sir. We don't know what Heliopolis truly has in store for us." Patrick was a great man, the greatest of the age in fact, but he was quick to anger the second anything went wrong.

"Are you really that worried a bunch of mountain monkeys could beat us Yuki?" said Ash Gray, a man with far more tattoos than common sense. He was an ace pilot responsible for destroying over a dozen ships thus far.

"We lost one of our top aces and another was captured by them. And if you didn't know, the Le Creuset team's rookies were projected to hit that status within the month. Yes, I'm worried you failure of genetic engineering." I replied. Honestly for a man with an extra set of eyes tattooed on his forehead he's clearly blind about the reality of this upcoming battle.

"Calm yourself Yuki, the forces amassed for this operation will be more than sufficient to deal with the new mobile armors and suits the naturals have built now that we know what we'll be getting into. They won't be able to use the element of surprise to win this time."

"I understand that Chairman Zala, but they still have rifle sized beam weapons. One Mobile suit alone neutralized two ships of ours. What if they have more now, that is a Factory Colony and reports suggest they have ships this time. You are sending men behind the Supreme Chairman's back without a recon against a force we barely understand."

"We are the superior race, Yuki." Patrick spoke.

"I'm simply worried that it won't matter if they have thirty of that Jegan monster sir."

The tattooed form of Ash Gray walked towards me with an arrogant swagger beer in hand.

"A machine piloted by some defective mountain monkey. I mean come on we all know the claims made by Orb to the tabloids that the Jegan was piloted by some inbred Natural are nothing but a load of shit." Ash Gray spoke with unearned confidence.

Even if the arrogant freak is right, that doesn't mean we won't take severe losses. ZAFT can't handle such high attrition rates without having the PLANTs entering into a proper war economy and starting a draft.

And our young nation couldn't survive that.



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A/N So, this is super fucking late. Partly because it took fucking forever to watch SEED Freedom because of its borked release in the west. And I did actually have to wait, enough lore drops were in it that change a ton of cosmic era history. My editor also was going through all the recently translated astray stuff, and we learned a lot of stuff from there as well. So I had to redraft a ton of plans, but hopefully we'll get back on track sooner or later.

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