Chapter 79: The Adorable Creature Who Defected to the Enemy

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“Blind Duck Corps Commander, is our situation really that bad right now?”
“Yes, it’s truly terrible—so bad that I’m starting to wonder if we’ll all be dead in the next second.”
“Weren’t we supposed to keep them locked up? Last time, we had to use every trick in the book to get them into the dimensional stone.”
“I just wanted to avenge our brothers, so I thought I’d let them out for a discussion…”
“Commander, if I remember correctly, before imprisoning them, you even stole their Italian custard pudding.”
“Uh… did that happen?”
“Commander! We curse you!”
“You useless fools, shut up!”
“Mm-mm-mm~” “Mm!” “Mmm~~~”

Inside the exclusive Nasca-class battleship of the Zeon Vengeance Army, five cocoon-like forms hung from the corners of the ceiling. In the center of the room, a giant wolf spider—about the size of a fully grown brown bear—stood, its six compound eyes staring maliciously at the terrified cocoons.

“Lord Scales Fox, why not just drain them all dry? Their endless racket is so annoying.”
“No, not yet—at least not until we’ve acquired that item. Then they’ll be useless.”
“So, you only need the S from the foreign soldier?”
“That’s right. One for four—there’s no deal more profitable than this.”
“I don’t trust you. If you pass our information to the enemy, I’ll face military justice.”
“You’ll agree to my terms, hehehe~”
“You?”

A Rick Dias quietly slipped out from the ZAFT battleship, heading toward the Archangel.

“Why can’t we reach the Vesalius? What’s wrong with this communication channel?”

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“Signal anomaly! Where’s the maintenance crew? Go find them!”
Inside the main control room of the battleship, a swarm of people rushed about in panic, helpless before the tiny electronic devices.

For some unknown reason, they simply couldn’t contact Captain Creuze. It seemed they were destined to take the blame.

Inside the cockpit of the Rick Dias, two women squeezed together. The flight path of the machine was erratic, clearly piloted by a novice. Yet, with their spacesuits filled out so perfectly, their shapely figures would make anyone forgive them.

Yes, indeed, they were quite shapely.

One woman in a standard ZAFT spacesuit had limbs unusually strong and disproportionate to her body, wasting the fullness of her chest and the curve of her hips. The other evoked memories of the scene where Kira delivered his wife—a white maternity spacesuit, identical to Lacus’s attire at that time. But her height barely reached one meter thirty—who designed this suit? Stand properly!

“Lord Scales Fox’s words are always so useful. Humanity must be furious right now.” Under the green-and-white ZAFT helmet, the pilot showed great respect to the faux-loli pregnant woman beside her.

“Weaving Maiden, how many times have I told you, just call me Hiiragi. ‘Lord’ is too stiff.” The faux-loli pregnant woman instinctively tried to pinch her companion’s cheek, only to realize she was touching the helmet.

“No, I can’t! Someone as humble as me is lucky to serve you. To address you by name directly would be terrifying!” The muscular woman hurriedly tossed aside the keyboard, floating in midair and bowing deeply to the faux-loli pregnant woman.

“Sigh~” The faux-loli pregnant woman gave up. “Let’s get the item first.”

Archangel

“Report! Heat source detected ahead! S-type, unknown model—it’s the ZAFT unit seen earlier on the battlefield!” The voice of the communications officer suddenly crackled through the broadcast.

“Is it an enemy attack?” Without waiting to finish her report to the general, Murrue grabbed the communicator from the wall and shouted.

“No! There’s only one unit, and it keeps sending communication requests, claiming it has something important to discuss with the Archangel!”

“Connect the communication! Warn it not to approach, or it will be treated as an enemy and shot! I’m heading to the control room!” After issuing a series of orders, Murrue turned her attention back to the general.

“A defected ZAFT? Or is this a Trojan Horse? Either way, the Archangel’s captain is now Major Murrue—you decide, I’ll observe.” The general, dignified but unexpectedly agreeable, seemed unfazed by the interruption.

“Yes, sir!” Murrue, Baggilulu, and Mu saluted in unison, then rushed out of the office.

“General, is this really wise?” General Halberton’s aide, the balding, obese middle-aged staff officer Hoffman, snorted, clearly displeased with Murrue’s actions.

Another Garcia-type officer, with a similar disposition—be careful or Yaya and her crew might tear you apart.

“The upcoming trip to Alaska depends on the current members of the Archangel. We don’t have enough manpower, so it’s best to let the Archangel make its own judgments. We’ll just watch.” Pressing his cap, General Halberton’s eyes flashed with wisdom.

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Archangel’s maintenance bay: Rick Dias was surrounded by dozens of guns, with both Kira and Mu piloting their own machines, looking ready for battle. If the newcomers made any suspicious move, they would likely be blasted to smithereens.

Hao Ren hid far behind the crowd, curiously eyeing the red unit and deciding to run at the first sign of trouble.

Truly brilliant!

“Phew! Squeezing two people into an S-type is torture. Finally free!”
“If Lord Scales Fox hadn’t reminded us that we couldn’t pilot an S-type, why would we…”
“Enough chatter! It’s not like I wanted to be this petite. Are you mocking me with your shameless chest?”
“Terrified and trembling!”

Even with countless guns trained on them, the two who floated out of the cockpit began to bicker, the smaller one even casually kneading the other’s chest.

“Please cease your unnecessary actions and state your purpose. Otherwise, I’ll classify you as spies and have you detained.” Murrue raised her left hand nervously, ready to give the order to fire if anything strange happened.

In the distance, Hao Ren’s eyes nearly popped out.

“Eighty-five… no, at least eighty-eight, and the shape is superb.” Hao Ren muttered, regretting smashing the Sharp device so quickly. If only he could scan them, he wouldn’t have to estimate by sight.

“Weaving Maiden, help me take this off. The bulky spacesuit is so annoying.”
“Yes, my lady.”

Murrue and her crew were dumbfounded.

A figure barely one meter thirty in height, golden canine ears standing upright, golden long straight hair, and a fluffy tail almost half her size.

A cute creature emerged from the spacesuit.