68:- Determination

Rustal Ellion, impressed: "Fascinating."

He clapped his hands in appreciation, acknowledging the sheer audacity and skill displayed by the pilot. Rustal's analytical mind recognized talent when he saw it, even if it was on the opposing side.

Julieta, standing by his side, observed the unfolding spectacle with a mix of awe and concern. She couldn't help but interject, pointing out the obvious.

Julieta: "You know, that's our own ship, Commander."

Rustal turned to her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with ambition.

Rustal Ellion, determined: "Yes, I know. But it's such a great spectacle, isn't it? This thing, floating in space after obliterating our ship. I want it."

His words echoed with a sense of conquest, a desire to claim the remarkable Black Mobile Suit as a prize. Rustal's ambition knew no bounds, and in the midst of battle, he saw an opportunity to acquire a powerful asset for Gjallarhorn.

With his eyes still fixed on the battlefield, Rustal Ellion's mind churned with strategic calculations. The clash of steel and fire had not just been a battle—it had been a test, and the Black Mobile Suit's pilot had proven themselves worthy of Rustal's attention.

Rustal Ellion's eyes remained fixed on the battlefield, his mind calculating the next move in this interstellar chess game. His voice cut through the ambient noise of the command room, crisp and commanding.

Rustal Ellion, decisive: "Send the stabber unit to their ship."

The crew member hesitated, his voice shaky, his confidence faltering in the face of his commander's orders.

Crew Member, uncertain: "Sir, I believe we can win without even using them."

Rustal's tone turned cold, his words slicing through the air like a blade.

Rustal Ellion, icy: "It's what you believe."

He locked eyes with the officer, his gaze unwavering. The officer trembled under the intensity of Rustal's stare, his resolve crumbling in the face of the commander's unwavering determination.

Rustal's voice grew louder, cutting through any lingering hesitation.

Rustal Ellion, authoritative: "Now do what I told you!"

The crew member, fear written across his face, nodded rapidly, his fingers flying across the control panel to relay the commander's orders.

Rustal Ellion stood tall in the command room, his eyes fixed on the unfolding battle. A low, almost inaudible mutter escaped his lips, a quiet challenge issued to the Mobile suit.

Rustal Ellion, intrigued: "Show me what you got."

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Inside the command room of the Curiosity, Chad's voice rang out, his tone laced with alarm as he delivered urgent news to Captain Eugene.

Chad, alarmed: "Captain, there are several ships about the size of ours coming towards us!"

Eugene's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

Eugene, shocked: "What?"

Realizing the imminent danger, Eugene quickly made a decision.

Eugene, determined: "Contact Shino, Bladwin, and Ichiro. We need to run from here. Chad can we outrunn them?"

Chad's reply only deepened the sense of urgency in the room.

Chad, alarmed: "No, Eugene the ships are speeding towards us."

Eugene's frustration boiled over, his voice sharp with urgency.

Eugene, urgent: "Alright, contact them already, damn it!"

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Inside the cockpit of Ryosei, Shino's eyes remained locked on the battlefield, his fingers poised over the controls. Eugene's voice broke through the comms, cutting through the intensity of the battle.

Eugene, urgent: "Ichiro, Bladwin, and Shino, come back. We need to go."

Shino's grip on the controls tightened. He knew the gravity of Eugene's words. Without a moment's hesitation, he acknowledged the order.

Shino, resolute: "Understood, Captain. I'm on my way back."

With swift yet calculated movements, Shino maneuvered his Ryosei, disengaging from the enemy mobile suits.

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In the midst of the frantic retreat, the Tekkadan pilots fought valiantly against the encroaching Gjallarhorn forces. Shino and Bladwin, halfway back to the ship, were met with a sudden and devastating attack.

The Gjallarhorn ship prepared and unleashed a bright green laser beam, a powerful and focused projectile aimed directly at Shino. Bladwin, ever the protector, pushed Shino's machine forward and positioned himself in front, shielding his comrade from the lethal attack. However, the laser, designed with cunning precision, didn't aim to destroy White Yuri outright. Instead, it scattered around the mobile suit, penetrating its armor and interfering with the Ahab reactor inside.

Bladwin's White Yuri abruptly powered down, leaving him vulnerable amidst the chaos of battle. Shino, witnessing his friend's dire situation, turned back, determined to rescue Bladwin from the impending danger.

Before Shino could react, an enemy Gjallarhorn mobile suit charged towards Bladwin's defenseless White Yuri, its sword poised to pierce the cockpit. In that critical moment, White Yuri's Ahab software, installed by Ichiro just a month ago, kicked in. The software, operating with split-second precision, caused White Yuri to shift slightly, narrowly dodging the enemy's fatal blow. The pilot's life was spared, but the danger was far from over.

However, in the chaos, the enemy mobile suit seized the opportunity. Using its velocity, it grabbed hold of White Yuri, its powerful hand clasping the Tekkadan mobile suit tightly. In the blink of an eye, Bladwin found himself captured, his mobile suit held captive by the Gjallarhorn forces.

The enemy mobile suit's grip tightened, but Bladwin was not one to succumb easily. With unwavering resolve, he initiated a series of powerful punches, aiming to break free from the enemy's clutches.

Each punch was fueled by Bladwin's sheer willpower, the impact reverberating through space. The enemy mobile suit, caught off guard by White Yuri's sudden resistance, struggled to maintain its grip. In a moment of sheer determination, Bladwin unleashed a final, devastating blow, smashing the hand that held him captive. With a burst of speed, he propelled himself away from the enemy, creating distance between them.

As he stabilized White Yuri, Bladwin surveyed the battlefield, his eyes widening as he noticed three more mobile suits approaching, each equipped with rocket boosters at their ends. The odds were overwhelming, but Bladwin's spirit remained unbroken.

Shino's voice crackled over the comms, his concern evident.

Shino, worried: "Bladwin, I'm coming."

Bladwin, aware of his friend's impending arrival but knowing the danger, issued a stern command.

Bladwin, determined: "Shino, there's no need for you to come. I'll handle it. You go to the ship."

Shino hesitated, ready to defy the command for the sake of his comrade. But before he could protest, Bladwin's voice cut through, firm and resolute.

Bladwin, commanding: "GO!"

His tone brooked no argument, and Shino fell silent, recognizing the gravity of Bladwin's decision.

Inside White Yuri's cockpit, Bladwin activated the mobile suit's hidden weaponry, enabling the two extra arms which were concealed as a ball-like backpack. He enabled the hidden claw which were located in the knuckles. Each claw extended from the knuckles of the four hands, turning White Yuri into a formidable, multi-armed combatant.

Bladwin's determination shone brightly. Despite his relative inexperience in melee combat, he fought with a fierce resolve, his movements swift and decisive. As the Gjallarhorn mobile suits closed in, Bladwin unleashed a torrent of strikes, hitting and slashing with unyielding determination.

The clashes were intense, sparks flying as metal met metal in the unforgiving expanse of space. Bladwin, driven by adrenaline and a fierce desire to protect his comrades, fought with an intensity that belied his experience. Despite taking damage, he pressed on, undeterred by the pain, his focus unwavering.

With a surge of strength, Bladwin maneuvered his White Yuri, his multi-armed mobile suit becoming a whirlwind of claws and fury. In a daring move, he thrust his claws forward, piercing all four into the Gjallarhorn mobile suit before him. The enemy suit shook under the force of Bladwin's attack, its defenses overwhelmed by the Tekkadan pilot's fierce determination.

the Gjallarhorn pilot, his mobile suit heavily damaged and himself severely injured, unleashed a desperate suicidal charge. His voice, crackling with pain and fury, echoed through space as he declared his intent.

Gjallarhorn Pilot, determined: "If I'm gonna die, I will take you with me!"

Bladwin, recognizing the threat, attempted to break free from the grasp of the enemy mobile suit. With a quick and decisive movement, he detached two of his arms, aiming to escape the impending danger. However, the enemy pilot was relentless, holding onto the other two arms, preventing Bladwin from fully disengaging.

Bladwin's White Yuri struggled, its limbs entangled in a deadly dance. He was mere moments away from striking the enemy's pilot area when disaster struck once more. The same green laser that had disabled White Yuri earlier struck again, its powerful impact causing the mobile suit to abruptly power off.

Inside the cockpit, Bladwin's world plunged into darkness. His attempts to fight back, to protect his comrades and himself, were abruptly halted. The silence of space engulfed him as his mobile suit floated, powerless and vulnerable.

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