Federation Fleet – After the Fall of A Baoa Qu
The moment communications fully stabilized, Admiral Tianem received the report:
"Kycillia Zabi captured. Degwin Zabi in custody. A Baoa Qu secured."
Tianem exhaled so heavily his bridge crew almost laughed.
Then he broke into a rare, wide smile.
"We did it… We truly did it!"
Cheers erupted across the flagship. Officers embraced. Crew members shouted victory calls. Even the stoic ones let out small grins. After months of brutal war, it finally felt over.
Onboard Shirogane Miyuki's Flagship
Everyone celebrated—except one.
Oreki Houtarou stood near the observation deck, staring at the burning silhouette of A Baoa Qu. His posture was relaxed, almost lazy—but his eyes were sharp, calculating.
Shirogane approached with a cup in hand.
"Oreki. Why aren't you celebrating? Victory's ours."
Oreki didn't look away from the fortress.
"Where are Zeon's elite?" he asked bluntly.
"No report of Elmeth. No sign of the Great Zeong. Not even a sighting of Char's group."
Shirogane froze.
Oreki sighed.
"I don't like when things vanish without explanation. Something's wrong."
Behind him, the fleet kept cheering, unaware of Oreki's creeping suspicion.
Inside White Base, the hangar was loud with celebration.
Amuro, Athrun, Lockon, and the engineering crew laughed, traded stories, and congratulated each other.
Sayla stood apart, looking out toward the distant stars.
Her smile was soft—but her eyes drifted, full of old memories.
Casval… where are you?
Gary Lin punched the air with Amuro, almost hysterically relieved.
"We're alive! We're actually alive!"
Then—
Ding.
A sudden sharp chime in his head.
System notification.
[Warning: Host is celebrating prematurely.]
[Status: Lelouch Von Zehrtfeld – NOT LOCATED.]
[Status: Tanya, Char, elite Zeon personnel – NOT LOCATED.]
Gary froze mid-celebration, face draining of color.
"...Oh no."
A stabbing pain shot behind his eyes.
Amuro noticed. "Gary? You okay?"
Gary clutched his head, eyes widening as reality slammed into him:
He completely forgot Lelouch.
He completely forgot Tanya's defection.
He completely forgot Zeon's hidden elite force.
"Ah… crap," he muttered, panic rising.
"I really, REALLY screwed up—"
And suddenly, the post-victory silence felt too quiet.
Too wrong and too incomplete.
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The hangar of A Baoa Qu still echoed with cheers when the communications officer called out:
"General Tianem! Incoming transmission from Jaburo Headquarters!"
Still riding the high of victory, Tianem waved for the channel to open. His smile was broad, relaxed—completely unsuspecting.
The screen lit up.
A single operator appeared, pale as a corpse, uniform stained with dust and sweat.
"General Tianem… you're alive… thank god…"
Tianem nodded proudly.
"A Baoa Qu has fallen. Zeon is defeated. The war is—"
Operator interupted.
"General… regroup your forces immediately. Earth needs reinforcements."
The tone.
The fear.
The desperation.
Tianem's expression hardened.
"What do you mean? And why are you contacting me instead of General Revil at Luna II?"
A long, painful silence.
"General… Luna II was attacked nine hours ago. A Zeon strike force—forty Musai-class cruisers—launched a surprise assault."
Everyone on Tianem's bridge froze.
"Forty!?"
"All Luna II units were annihilated.
Revil's flagship went silent six hours ago.
His status… unknown."
The operator continued, voice unsteady.
"The Zeon fleet left Luna II and attacked Earth.
Jaburo's defensive line consisted mostly of rookies.
They were overrun in three hours."
Tianem adjutant gasped.
All veteran officers turned ghost-white.
Operator continue.
"All senior Federation leadership is dead, missing, or fled their posts."
The operator straightened, forcing a formal tone.
Operator:
"By highest surviving authority…"
He swallowed hard.
Operator:
"…General Tianem, you are now the acting commander of the entire Earth Federation military."
The bridge exploded into murmurs.
Tianem staggered—physically stunned.
Tianem ask.
"Me!? On what grounds!?"
Operator reply.
"You're the only surviving high-command officer with a functioning fleet.
Earth is in chaos.
Humanity needs leadership… and you're the last one left."
The screen flickered.
The operator's final plea echoed through the silent hangar:
"…General Tianem… please.
Earth is burning."
The bridge of Tianem's flagship fell silent for half a heartbeat—then snapped into motion as if hit by a lightning bolt.
Tianem Takes Command
Tianem slammed his fist on the armrest.
"All ships! Regroup immediately!
Recover pilots, secure A Baoa Qu prisoners, and prepare for emergency redeployment to Earth!"
No one hesitated.
No one questioned.
They understood: Earth was defenseless.
Officers relayed orders at machine-gun speed.
Pilots sprinted back to their MS.
Mechanics dropped tools and ran.
Even the victorious cheers from minutes ago felt unreal—like a memory from another lifetime.
Oreki's Analysis
Oreki stood near the tactical console, face pale but brain burning at full capacity.
So much death.
So much risk.
So much audacity.
Oreki think all event.
To use the entire A Baoa Qu battle as bait…
To sacrifice an entire frontline…
To attack Earth during the chaos…
Cold. Calculated. Ruthless.
And yet… something didn't add up.
He muttered:
"Whoever planned this… either a strategic genius…"
He pushed his glasses up.
"…or an absolute idiot."
Shirogane blinked.
"Idiot? How?"
Oreki pointed at the map.
"Look. They launched a forty-ship raid but had no retreat path.
They didn't send reinforcements.
They didn't secure supply lines.
They didn't coordinate with A Baoa Qu's surviving forces."
He frowned deeper.
"Either they only wanted to assassinate the Federation high command…
…or they never intended to survive."
Shirogane felt his blood run cold.
"A suicide strategy?"
Oreki nodded slowly.
"A strategist who doesn't care about logistics… only objectives.
That's dangerous.
And unpredictable."
The Fleet flagship
As Tianem's command echoed across the battlefield, every surviving Federation soldier understood:
The victory at A Baoa Qu was incomplete.
Earth was under attack.
The war had mutated into something far worse.
Amuro returned to Alex.
Lockon and Athrun formed up with him.
Sayla secured Degwin.
Gary Lin and Samus regrouped with infiltration teams.
Tianem watched the chaos settle into order.
"All units… prepare for immediate launch to Earth orbit."
He exhaled, shoulders heavy.
"The war isn't over."
White base.
Gary Lin sat on the floor of the hangar, helmet off, finally breathing after the hell called A Baoa Qu.
Three minutes.
That's how long his "rest" lasted.
Then Tianem's emergency broadcast cut through every frequency.
"ALL HANDS—REGROUP FOR IMMEDIATE DEPLOYMENT TO EARTH!"
Gary let his head fall back against the bulkhead.
"Are you kidding me…? We just finished the final boss and now there's a surprise DLC raid?"
Samus walked past, fully armored again.
Athrun and Lockon sprinted back toward their suits.
Amuro was already in the cockpit, tuning thrusters for a combat jump.
Gary grumbled:
"Great. Perfect. No rest, no medals, no coffee. Wonderful."
He opened his system interface with a flick of annoyance.
Gary:
System, seriously… what kind of maniac launches an attack at Earth the moment A Baoa Qu starts falling?
The system appeared with its usual neutral, emotionless tone.
[SYSTEM]:
Assessment: 100% probability this operation was devised by Lelouch vi Britannia or in this world known as lelouch Von Zehrtfeld.
Gary froze.
"Lelouch?! "
[SYSTEM]:
Correct. The pattern matches his tactical doctrine:
• Exploit enemy distracted by a theater-scale conflict
• Strike at political and command centers
• Maximize chaos and minimize reaction time
• High-risk, high-reward, zero hesitation
Gary dragged his hand down his face.
"So he uses the entire A Baoa Qu operation as bait… and fires a Zeon fleet straight at Earth?"
[SYSTEM]:
Confirmed. A textbook Lelouch move.
Gary squinted suspiciously.
"WHY? Why go this extreme?"
The system delivered the most terrifyingly casual answer imaginable.
[SYSTEM]:
Recommendation: Never underestimate protagonists from other universes—
especially the genius-level ones.
It is highly probable that Lelouch has already prepared multiple contingency plans.
Host should assume he is three steps ahead.
Gary felt the hair on his neck stand.
"…That's not comforting, System."
[SYSTEM]:
It was not meant to be comforting.
Gary took a deep breath.
"Fine. Let's go stop World War Endgame Part 2."
He stood, cracked his neck, and jogged toward his MS.
"If Lelouch really planned this…
then either he's saving the Federation…
or he's about to rearrange the entire political map of Earth."
And Gary could not decide which was scarier.