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Dehydrated, exhausted and now isolated from the Gallops support, Ramba cuts down another GM Ground-type as he prepares to make his retreat from the Federations pursuit forces. Just as he boosts for cover however, a Ground-type Gundam charges for his position, tackling his Gouf back into the open as it brandishes its beam saber.

>Buran: A blue Zaku...hahaha~! Of all the spacemen I get to kill today, I found the Blue Giant himself!
>Ramba:...No Zaku-
>Buran: Oh, your still conscious? Come on, stand up and fight me!
>Ramba: This is no Zaku, boy! No Zaku!!

While Ramba Ral fights for his survival with his battered Gouf, Hamon has the Gallop moved to a new firing position to continue supporting Ramba, while Cozun's heinously damaged Zaku II fires off a Magella-top cannon.

>Buran: Tch, so the irritating flies didn't run after-

Whipping the head of Buran's Ground Gundam, Ramba temporarily blinds his attacker long enough to retreat to the Gallop, his Gouf barely holding together from its damage. Stepping out from his machine, Ramba tosses his helmet aside in frustration.

>Ramba: Our Mobile Suits were completely outclassed! Those aren't limited production...the Federation finally have mass produced Mobile Suits of their-

Before Ramba can finish his frustrated rant, Hamon charges him to the floor, wrapping her legs onto him as she fully locks her muscles.

>Hamon: "I have a plan! Trust in me, Hamon!" If I had listened to you, where would we be then?! Your aren't a fool, you aren't stupidly reckless...so why did you...?!
>Ramba:...I had a lapse in judgement. Thank you for recognizing that...

Laying Hamon's head against his chest, Ramba gently rubs her hair as he silently motions for the rest of his crew to give them a moment of privacy.
Meanwhile, Dell buries himself, Topp and Arth in a patch of sand, waiting for the Federation to confirm their "deaths" from his destroyed Zaku.

>Dell: We are going to make...we have to make it...!