Title: ガルマが死んだ日 (The Day Garma Died)
Year: 1980
Subject: Mobile Suit Gundam
Circle: ガウ特攻隊 (Gaw Special Attack Unit)
This anthology is split into twelve chapters, referred to as “Acts”, with story and art by many different authors. As an added note about the circle name, 特攻隊 (tokkōtai) is also the term used in the name for Japanese kamikaze corps during World War II.
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Act 1
By Lcy, Rio Yagizawa, and Jua
In order to preserve the original layout, and since many of the images would be hard to crop on their own, I have scanned the pages in full. Below is a gallery, followed by the translated text.
The Trojan Horse has escaped. In order to report that fact, Colonel Garma Zabi set up his communication device on the Lunar Base Granada. He told his subordinates never to eavesdrop on the communication line, and when he faced the screen, his fingertips trembled and he tensed up as he turned on the switch, making a buzzing sound.
After exchanging a few words with the signal officer on the other side, Kycilia immediately appeared on the screen.
“It’s not a good report judging by that face.”
Kycilia said so without letting Garma even say hello.
“Big sister, um…”
As soon as Garma wondered how to start the rest of his words and looked down, Kycilia’s sharp voice flew out.
“If you need something, say it quickly! Or I’ll hang up.”
“I, I’m sorry, big sister!”
Garma straightened his posture after being yelled at. He spoke so intermittently that it was obvious he was choosing his words carefully.
“…So I pursued the enemy mobile suit there, but my transmission didn’t reach the Gaw. No, um, I was transmitting without a doubt, but there was a malfunction with the jacks in the Gaw…In addition, one of my men told me that due to the bad position of the Gaw, a Federation transport ship was directly above us, and we could not draw in the mobile suit…”
Kycilia, who had been listening to Garma’s endless talk about the whole operation without even nodding, said,
“So, what happened in the end?”
And demanded a clear answer from Garma.
“In the end…both the Trojan Horse and mobile suits crossed the mountains and entered the town… I am currently searching for them…”
When he reluctantly said that, Garma looked down again, unable to look directly at Kycilia. He unconsciously began to twirl his hair with his fingers.
“How troubling…”
Kycilia leaned back on her chair and folded her arms. Her right fingers were drumming her left elbow.
“You can’t be troubled by the Trojan Horse forever…”
Kycilia’s words stopped there. Garma involuntarily lifted his head during that pause. Kycilia’s eyes looked away from Garma. Garma waited impatiently for her next words, as he grew anxious at her averted gaze.
Finally returning to face the screen, Kycilia said,
“Alright Garma, you will return to your country.”
It was a matter-of-fact tone. There wasn’t even a speck of leniency. Even so, Garma knew best that his sister was a person who didn’t put up with nonsense.
“Ah…big sister…!”
“I will contact Gihren and Father, you can come back tomorrow, right?”
“Please wait, big sister!!”
Garma stood up from his chair and put his hands on the body of the instrument. He leaned forward and stared at the screen. The image was grainy. Probably the influence of Minovsky particles.
“Please, big sister. Please give me another chance! Please!!”
“…and you’ve said that before.”
“Big sister!”
Kycilia was unmoved by Garma’s desperation. But Garma could do nothing but beg his cold sister to show him mercy.
“At this rate, I can’t face my father and older brothers! Please, big sister! Please let me try just one more time!”
At this point, if Kycilia had sincerely ordered him to try again, Garma would have done so without hesitation, but in any case, he could not return home empty handed. Such a thing was unacceptable to his family, to his people, and to himself.
Kycilia, who was silently watching her younger brother plead with a desperate expression, uncrossed her arms, sat back down in her chair, and said slowly,
“Understood. I’ll give you one last chance, Garma, if you can’t find the Trojan Horse and deliver the data to your home country tomorrow, I’ll take appropriate measures. Do you understand?”
“Y…yes, big sister!”
“I look forward to the results.”
With those words, the communication was cut off. Garma continued looking at the gray screen for a while. When he finally returned to reality, he let out a big sigh from the bottom of his gut and collapsed in his chair. He was unable to sleep, but he couldn’t feel the length of the night. Garma ruminated on his older sister’s words alone.
I’ll give you one last chance.
Garma shook his head as he asked himself if he could really finish it in one more go. Even his friend Char, nicknamed the “Red Comet,” barely managed to keep track of it. Thinking back on it now, it was a very clever idea to drive it into Zeon controlled air space. Either way, even Char couldn’t shoot it down. So how could someone like Garma himself, who had no experience in combat, be able to do it within a day?
Kycilia said she would take measures to keep him quiet if he couldn’t do it. There was no way to know exactly what that means. However, considering his sister’s personality, it would not be a half-hearted measure, and Garma was simply afraid of receiving that punishment regardless of what it may be.
Regardless of whether it’s possible or impossible, you have to get a set result. This sense of duty was too much of a burden for Garma to carry. He hesitated several times, but finally made up his mind to call him directly. He pressed the button.
He got a response. It is the voice of the man Garma spoke to most plainly in this base.
“It’s Garma, I have something to discuss. I want you to make your way to my room.”
Soon after, the door rang in Garma’s private quarters. A well-built officer entered the room without even waiting for permission.
“I’m sorry for calling you at this hour.”
“I don’t mind.”
Without hesitation, the man, Char Aznable, sat down in a chair as he spoke.
While preparing tea for himself and Char, Garma told him the conversation he had with his sister earlier from beginning to end.
“I see, that sounds like your older sister.”
Char smiled and nodded.
“It’s no laughing matter… My sister isn’t the type to forgive me… Besides, if it doesn’t work out after being told all this, then my position…”
Char’s smile disappeared.
“Well… you’ll have to do everything in your power, but we’ve got all the manpower we need here, so if we find them next time, that’ll be the end of the Trojan Horse. I won’t be directly involved in the operation, but I’ll be looking forward to the report.”
“Eh…!?”
Garma rebuked Char’s words.
“What are you talking about!? Are you going somewhere!?”
“I just got a call. You see, Vice Admiral Dozle asked me to come to Solomon.”
Even though he was listening to Garma, Char spoke without any hesitation.
“But why!?”
“I wonder, maybe it’s some kind of new operation?”
“It can’t be!”
Garma noticed something for the first time. He had formed an unconscious dependence that came from the fact that Char was an old friend of his that he relied on for his military strength and as a staff officer, surprising even himself. For that reason alone, he never thought of Char leaving him in a predicament and going somewhere else.
“……Are you going to push the Trojan Horse on me and run away!? Isn’t that cowardly!?”
“Hey now, don’t be unreasonable, Garma.”
“How is that unreasonable!?”
Char stopped Garma’s outburst by grabbing both of his wrists.
“I want to work by your side, but I’m still a subordinate of Vice Admiral Dozle, and I have to follow orders from above.”
Garma thought for a moment about asking his brother Dozle to hand over Char. But he quickly dismissed the idea. By doing so, he would be announcing himself as a person who can’t do anything without Char. Garma violently swept Char’s hands away as if he was shaking himself off.
“Enough, get out!!”
Garma’s hand held his head with his bangs between his fingers. His face was so pale that even Char could tell from where he stood.
Just as he was about to leave as told, Char stopped.
“Let me ask you something.”
He said it casually. Even so, Garma couldn’t help but keep a close eye on Char.
“The craft that will take me to Solomon is not ready yet… so I might be delayed for a day or two.”
“Really!?”
Garma jumped at Char and shook his shoulders, which were almost at the same height as his own.
“You’ll really stay, Char!?”
Char nodded firmly. Garma looked so happy he could shout with joy.
“However.”
Char added,
“I am the one who will be held responsible for arriving late at Solomon. I feel like you should pay me a reasonable price.”
“I’ll do anything! As long as you’re here, I’ll do anything!”
Fearing that Char would change his mind, Garma urged him with his voice raised.
“So what do you want?”
Char gave a slight smile. Garma couldn’t tell through the mask, but his eyes weren’t smiling.
“What if I said I want to sleep with you?”
Suddenly, Garma was speechless.
He could only stare at Char with a bewildered look on his face. As for Char, this time he looked back without smiling.
“Are you serious…”
“Yes, I’m serious.”
“Why…”
“You know, I’m just pent up, trapped in this war and all.”
Garma was speechless again.
Not only was he surprised that Char wanted to sleep with him, but he was also very angry that the reason was the same as if he were a prostitute.
Seeing Garma glaring at him with reddened cheeks and trembling body, Char said, as if he had changed his mind,
“Well…just because I’m here doesn’t mean you’ll win for certain, so it’s fine either way.”
What Char says is true, just because he’s here doesn’t mean they’ll win, but the fact that it’s Garma’s last chance was harshly weighing on him.
“…Understood.”
“Eh?”
This time Char asked in return.
“If that’s all it takes for you to stay behind…then it’s fine…”
Garma turned away and spoke each word painfully.
“Does that mean we have a deal?”
As usual, Char remained calm.
Garma stood in front of a full-size mirror. Char had ordered him to do so. He grabbed hold of Garma’s heavy military uniform below his uneasy expression.
“You’re so thin.”
Char said in his ear as he snuggled right up behind Garma. Garma looked smaller than Char even though he was the same height.
“You’re shaking…Are you scared?”
“…”
Char put his lips to Garma’s neck. Garma reflexively turned his head and refused.
Char silently unbuttoned Garma’s uniform, starting with the collar.
Garma closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see his skin reflected in the mirror.
His body stiffened.
“Is it really…alright?”
Char let out in a low whisper when he finished unbuttoning his jacket.
“Yes.”
For a whore, the price of their body is in money.
For Garma, it’s in honor and pride, and solid proof of his status as a colonel.
And that’s fine by him.
At that moment, he clearly realized that he was a man who could die for his pride.
Char’s left hand slid inside through the open clothes. Each of his five fingers began to move on Garma’s chest like a living creature.
His right hand stretched to the lower part of Garma’s body and grabbed the pants zipper.
Garma tried to push back Char’s hand, but he soon gave up and released it.
Char pulled down the zipper. In the quiet room where the rustling of metal could be heard loudly, the cloth of his pants was divided into left and right, and Garma’s thing was pulled out to the outside world as his fingertips infiltrated.
Char grabbed the shaft as if making a fist. And as Char began to slowly tighten his grip, Garma involuntarily pulled his legs inward as if to cover his crotch, and a short, shrill sound reached his ears as his boots scraped his ankles.
Char’s left hand gripped Garma’s right nipple and twisted it in a circular motion. His right hand touched Garma’s thing and squeezed so hard that his fingernails could have dug into it.
“Ah…”
Garma, who was about to fall forward with his eyes closed, was pulled back up by Char’s left hand on his chest, and Char said,
“Open your eyes.”
Garma shook his head.
“You can’t open them?”
With those words, a strong pain ran through Garma’s thing as it was grasped.
“Aah!!”
Garma opened his eyes involuntarily.
In the large mirror he had forgotten about, he saw himself being embraced by Char.
The zipper was opened, leaving him exposed, and Char’s red claw marks were on it.
“Take a good look at your payment.”
Holding Garma’s chest, Char removed Garma’s belt. Just like that, Garma’s pants were pulled down to his knees. A particularly white waist was reflected in the mirror.
With Garma standing in front of the mirror, Char pulled the chair behind himself, sitting down first. Garma could see Char unzipping his pants in the mirror.
Garma turned around as Char pulled his hand from behind. Then, before even noticing Char’s face, he could see Char’s thing, which had changed its shape greatly and stood up completely.
A chill ran down Garma’s spine. Sensing that he was about to pull away, Char grabbed Garma’s torso and pulled him toward him. Then, aligning Garma’s crevice with his crotch, he slowly lowered Garma’s body onto himself.
“Uu…”
Garma’s body tingled to the core as a hot foreign object broke through the tightly closed yet sensitive space. Moreover, as he leaned towards Char, the entrance widened, and Char’s thing crawled deeper and deeper into it.
“No…don’t…Char.”
“Coming this far… there’s no way you don’t like it, right?”
As he said this in a low voice, Char forced Garma down all at once, and Garma let out a scream.
He felt a sharp pain.
Garma realized that it had been damaged by Char’s thing.
“S…stop it Char, stop it already.”
“Not yet.”
“It hurts… so please…”
However, Char did not let go of his grip on Garma.
Garma kicked the floor with the tips of his boots to try to get away, and desperately stretched out his hands in front of him, as if trying to grab hold of something. However, when he looked in the mirror as he struggled to escape, his power to fight back disappeared, a dull yet harsh pain remaining in his lower back.
Char continued to rub and writhe against his insides. But Garma gave up, the disgrace he exposed in the cold mirror made him stop struggling.
With Char inside, Garma’s thing was also half-changed. Char grabbed it and began twisting the base like a screw, and as such, he could tell that the blood was rushing to it as it stood up.
“Won’t you say something?”
He heard Char’s voice by his ear.
“You’re feeling it, right? I want you to say something sexy…is it good, do you want it?”
“Y…you…”
Garma thought it was cruel. Char should know that he’s not doing this because he likes it.
“Go ahead.”
“I can’t say… that kind of thing…”
Char pulled Garma’s thing forward with all his might.
“Aah…!! Y…you’re gonna…”
“Gonna what?”
As if Garma could hear it in his voice, Char in the mirror smiled faintly.
“Pull it off…”
“As you wish.”
Char’s hard claws moved back and forth on the tip of Garma’s thing.
Garma was shaking from his thighs to his knees.
“Ah…I…I’m gonna…”
Garma then let the body fluids flow from his strained thing. It regained its original form in Char’s hands.
“It can’t be helped if you go first.”
He could hear Char’s sarcastic words. The tingling in his lower back became more obvious as the tension that had been concentrated in front of him was released.
“H…hurry…Char…I’m begging you.”
Immediately after that, Garma felt a hot stream hitting deep within his body with great force. It went on for a while and then ended.
Garma took a shower first, followed by Char, and the two wrapped towels around their waists and sat on the bed.
“By tomorrow…I hope I’ll find it.”
With vacant eyes, Garma said, his shoulders slumped.
“The Trojan Horse?”
“…Yes.”
Char’s hand patted Garma’s bare back, and Char smiled back at Garma as he looked up.
“Still hurt?”
“…a little.”
He was able to relax and smile for a moment, but as they returned to their usual selves, that heavy sense of duty began to take over his mind.
“Char…”
Garma clung to Char with pleading eyes that he hadn’t shown before.
“What is it?”
“Hold me…tight…”
Char silently embraced Garma’s thin, white body. Their overlapping skin was hot.
“I guess I still…”
Garma raised his head and kissed Char’s lips. It strangely calmed Garma’s mind.
He tracked down the Trojan Horse.
All that’s left was to smoke it out. Garma took Char’s advice and ordered his men to carry out the carpet bombing.
“It’s only a matter of time before the Trojan Horse falls. Now I can proudly return to Zeon, Char.”
“Good for you, it was your doing. Hehe, must be tough having all those souvenirs, especially that pretty doll…Makes you wonder if it will come out unscathed.”
“Hehe…”
Garma laughed at Char’s teasing.
He kept laughing, as if without a care.
FIN
End of Act 1