La unuaj 109 linioj.
Fear not.
If you trust in the possibilities within and try with all your might,
the path will show itself to you!
No... it's too late for that. It's selfish.
Please forgive me.
I wanted to spend more... much more...
Father!
Father...? Did I... just now...
My own...
To my only desire...
The beast of possibility...
The symbol of hope... Father...
I'm sorry, Mom. I must...
...go!
It is now 23:40 Greenwich Mean Time.
One world is about to end, and a new one is about to be born.
The Earth Federation government is about to host a ceremony
at the Prime Minister's residence, "Laplace",
to usher in the birth of the new calendar era.
Mankind has set foot into a new era,
in which we shall build for ourselves worlds to live in,
beyond Mother Earth.
Tonight, we shall become witnesses to history.
Let us come together in this joyous moment
and give thanks to the past, the Anno Domini era.
Also, let us welcome in the dawn of the Universal Century with smiling faces.
Goodbye, Anno Domini. Hello, Universal Century!
Greetings, citizens of Earth and space.
I am the Prime Minister of the Earth Federation, Ricardo Marcenas.
In a few moments, the Anno Domini era will come to an end.
...Presidents and Prime Ministers spoke
only to the citizens of their respective countries.
These countries were composed of citizenries and territories,
designed in the solitary interest of protecting their own security.
Yet, as we've now realized humanity's long-awaited dream
of a unified world government,
we can look back on the antiquated nation-state system
and see the problems that came with it.
Just as no man is an island unto himself,
a nation is incapable of functioning in a solitary vacuum.
In regards to the threats to the planet as a whole,
the nations of old were incapable of offering effective solutions.
Rhetoric and sitting idly by are no longer options. We must...
How is it?
We'll go ahead as planned.
This might cause more chaos than we've ever known.
It's almost been one hundred years since then.
As it stands, the Earth Sphere is approaching a dead end.
Those who will correct the flaws of the Universal Century
are beginning to emerge.
I pray the one who can be entrusted to carry Laplace's Box is among them.
Yes, sir.
Cardeas...
Do you forgive me?
This may lead to the end of a world.
Who could forgive you besides me?
Disperse Minovsky Particles at combat density, now!
Enemy ship, appears to be Clop class... Thermal energy detected!
Evasive maneuvers!
What's taking so long with the bulkheads?!
Intense heat sources emitted from enemy ship.
Appears to be two mobile suits...
No, three! Approaching at high speed!
Send Marida out.
Ignore the mothership. The Garencieres can shake it off.
Roger that.
Target acquired.
There's a high-speed Jegan. Possibly a special forces version.
That means this isn't a chance encounter.
Ten minutes to the debris cluster.
Wrap things up and get back here.
Roger that, Master.
Stop calling me that.
Marida Cruz. Launching in Kshatriya!
I won't let you follow our ship.
Funnels!
Damn Sleeves!
Mission complete. Returning to ship.
Thus, it was the Battle of A Baoa Qu
which brought an end to the One Year War,
started by the Principality of Zeon
in the name of independence for the space emigrants.
At the end of the war, over half of humanity was dead.
This happened seventeen years ago, the year before you all were born.
Even after the war,
groups claiming to be the remnants of Zeon started wars of their own.
They claim to desire autonomy for the Spacenoids, but at their heart
you will still find the same ideas of the inherent superiority of the chosen elite
found in the philosophy of Gihren Zabi.
The concept of Zeonism proposed by Zeon Deikun, the so-called
"Newtype" ideology, was a dangerous belief that ultimately
produced rebellious elements such as these.
You there!
Don't blow off studying history because you think it won't help get you a job!
Anaheim won't even hire you for a factory worker position,
if you're not capable of passing senior high.
Don't believe everything you hear about that 100% job placement rate- -
Mr. Bancroft, it's the shuttle again...
It's seriously time to upgrade our shuttles.
The chairman's just stingy.
He thinks that the decommissioned Anaheim ones are fine.
So we're staying here tonight?
I didn't bring a change of clothes.
Neither did I.
Which means we won't get to go on the field trip to see the Snail tomorrow.
What?! I don't want to spend two days here listening to Bancroft's "special" lectures!
I could teach all the way to Char's Rebellion in two minutes.
Right, Banagher?
Wow, look at that! It's a Zaku!
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