You feel the grips of the flight controls in your hands. Heavy and unresponsive to your pleading corrections in course. The Gaw has taken to much damage to adjust the vertical heading. It's going down. The unmistakable laugh of Char, your good friend Char, fills your ear. He has betrayed you. You adjust the Gaw for it's final course, changing the still operation horizontal heading. The Trojan Horse. The cursed target that would free you and Icelina from this war. Free everyone from this war. "Glory to the Principality of Zeon!"

A flash

Darkness