09:- Abyss

But as soon as he said that a heavy bullet came crashing on the battle field ."Heavy artillary, From where?" Eugene asked while moving back into the mobile worker.

"This is.." exlaimed Orga as relaization struck him. The degree of danger which that single machine posed to them. But it was not alone there were three.

"Seriously , We can't win against Mobile Suit's ?", said Eugene.

"What are we going to do?", asked Shino his voice cracking a bit.

"We have to run ", suggested Danji as tears were welling up in his eye's.

"Where to ?" said Akihiro.

"That's right . There was never a place to run", said Ichiro in a serious tone .

"There Never was . Right , Mika?", said Orga as he gazed at Mika. "Yes. So, what should I do next, Orga?" asked eye's full of determination.

As everyone again entered their Mobile Worker and started moving in different direction's.

"We just need to buy time untill Mika return's. Then we can strike a blow in this rotten situation. So untill then..". Commanded Orga through Comms .

"okay ", said Ichiro and again prepared a battle of life and death . "Let's see what ammunition is left ".he muttered to himself and started tapping on the screen . "Okay so I have enough ammunition to make survive . Huh, I have smoke too . That's unexpected. Well whatever let's go on a battlebath . I can't Kill the Mobile Suits So, i'll be Killing Mobile Worker's" he thought ."Overdrive", escaped his lips and suddenly his eyes got a bit red.

And Ichiro started hunting down the retreating Gjallahorn forces with even more ferociously .

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Amidst the chaos and destruction of the battle against the Gjallarhorn forces, Ichiro couldn't help but be consumed by his own thoughts. The relentless violence and the lives he had taken. In the heat of battle, he had become a person he scarcely recognized—a mass murderer.

As the mobile worker he piloted moved with deadly precision, dealing blow after blow to the Gjallarhorn units, Ichiro couldn't shake the feeling of profound transformation. He had once been a mere child, innocent and unaware of the harsh realities of this world. Now, he was a warrior on the battlefield, taking lives without hesitation.

He remembered a time of his past life in which he couldn't even talk to anyone without feeling anxious. The thought of causing harm to others had been unimaginable. But life had a cruel way of reshaping one's values and principles when survival was at stake.

Ichiro knew that there was no turning back from the path he had chosen. The blood on his hands, the lives he had snuffed out—it was a burden he would carry for the rest of his days. The weight of his actions bore down on him, threatening to crush his spirit.

In the midst of the chaos, with explosions and gunfire all around, Ichiro grappled with his own sense of self. He questioned the morality of what he was doing, the choices he had made. But in this unforgiving world, hesitation meant death, and he couldn't afford to falter.

As another Gjallarhorn mobile worker fell before his onslaught, Ichiro knew that he couldn't undo the past. He couldn't bring back those he had killed, and he couldn't erase the actions that had led him to this point. All he could do was press forward, hoping that one day, he might find a way to make amends for the lives he had taken. Until then, he was a soldier, a survivor, and a person forever changed by the harsh realities.

As Ichiro maneuvered his mobile worker through the chaotic battlefield, the Gjallarhorn forces began to take notice of his relentless onslaught. They recognized him as the one responsible for the devastation around them, and fear and panic spread among their ranks.

The relentless attacks from the Gjallarhorn mobile suits came down upon Ichiro like a storm of death. Bullets and energy blasts whizzed past him, narrowly missing their mark as he deftly dodged and weaved through the lethal hail of gunfire. Smoke billowed from his mobile worker as he deployed defensive countermeasures, obscuring the battlefield and creating confusion among his enemies.

Even as the Gjallarhorn forces continued to pursue him, their desperation grew evident. They were no longer just soldiers; they had become prey, hunted by a relentless predator. Fear and frustration coursed through their communications as they struggled to contain the Abyss that had descended upon them.

"That machine is unstoppable!"

"Fall back! We can't take him head-on!"

"Someone, call for reinforcements!"

But it was too late. The tide of battle had shifted, and Ichiro had become an embodiment of their worst nightmares. He used their own panic and disarray against them, forcing them to shoot at their own comrades in the chaos.

In the midst of this deadly dance, Ichiro couldn't help but feel a profound sense of detachment. He was the reaper of the battlefield, an agent of death cutting through the ranks of the Gjallarhorn forces. It was a role he had never imagined himself in, and the weight of it bore down on him.

As the battle raged on, the Gjallarhorn forces began to refer to him as the "Abyss." It was a name born from their terror and desperation, a name that would forever be associated with the merciless killer who had torn through their ranks.

Ichiro pressed on, knowing that there was no turning back. He had become a force of nature, a harbinger of destruction, and the battlefield was his domain. The Abyss would not rest until all them are consumed into it, untill the battle was won.

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As Ichiro continued his relentless assault on the Gjallarhorn mobile workers, the members of CGS Third Group who were still fighting alongside him could only watch in astonishment. The battlefield had turned into a bloodbath, and their comrade had become an unstoppable force of destruction.

Shino, wide-eyed and disbelieving, muttered to himself, "That's Ichiro... I've never seen anything like this."

Akihiro, who had seen his fair share of battles, was equally shocked. "I knew Ichiro was good, but this is something else."

Orga, their leader, who was keeping an eye on the whole battlefield. couldn't help smile with a smile mix of pride and Power.

Danji, a young boy who had idolized Mikazuki, watched in awe and fear. "He's like a demon out there..."

Others among the Third Group near the hangers could only exchange bewildered glances and murmured words of amazement and disbelief.

"He's unstoppable!"

"Did he really take out that many of them?"

"I've never seen anyone fight like this..."

The members of Third Group rallied their spirits, inspired by Ichiro's ferocity. They knew that they couldn't let him down, that they had to match his determination with their own.

The battlefield had become a stage for Ichiro's transformation, a place where his skills had reached a terrifying zenith. His fellow soldiers were witnessing a spectacle they could hardly comprehend, torn between admiration for his prowess and the grim reality of the carnage around them.

As the battle raged on, Ichiro's reputation as the "Abyss" only grew, and the members of Third Group could only hope that his devastating rampage would lead them to victory.

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Suddenly one of the mobile suit that was chasing Ichiro turned his head towards the area. Where Orga was giving command's to the remaining Force's.

"Are you the one in charge ?" , came a voice from the mobile Suit. As soon as this comment was passed . The Mobile Suit started shooting heavy artillery.

"I'm gonna die!", screamed Eugene as accelerated at max speed, trying to dodge the upcoming barrage of bullets.

"I will not die. I will never die." Screamed Orga through the Comms . The Power of the CGS base was Cut off .

"Not like this", said Orga as Eugene Accelerated at fullspeed.

"Not here ".

Orga's Mobile Worker came to stop and he screamed, "It can't end here. Right, Mika?"

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