Some time had passed since the Incubation Party and the creation of Miorine's new company that would usher in Gundam's and the GUND-Format that would achieve a greater good for countless lives, at least that was the goal behind it. After revealing the Unicorn's true identity, you didn't know how to go about things at the moment. It felt as if the moment you arrived at the academy, Gundams had now become more and more normal to see as they seemingly were popping up everywhere in front of everyone's eyes. Now that it was revealed you were a pilot for what is widely known for being a dangerous and horrifying machine, you weren't only worried about how it would affect your mission, but you were nervous about how things would turn out now with the students around you that you wished to be friends with, despite some of them showing signs of supportive nature towards you. After the big reveal of the Gundams, you accompanied Suletta and Miorine to the Benerit Group Front's space station to meet with Prospera to settle things about the Aerial. You were silent for most of the trip as you stood in Prospera's office while Miorine and Suletta were sat in chairs in front of you, and Prospera sat across from them.
"You want to know more about Aerial?" Prospera repeated a question that Miorine asked during the meeting.
"Our company will be handling Gundams, so I have a lot of questions. Is Aerial really safe? Can she be mass-produced? And why develop her when you had to hide that she was a Gundam?" Miorine questioned as Prospera tapped a few things on her phone and sent data to Miorine's student notepad.
"I just sent you all of Aerial's past data. People who want Gundams will trust numbers over your words or mine." Prospera said with a reassuring smile.
"Thank you." Miorine muttered slightly as she saved the data and sent it back to her personal server at the school.
"Anyway, mass production is impossible at this point. We haven't pinned down the basic elements of the GUND Format, and aren't ready to accumulate data." Prospera said as Miorine turned to you.
"Even with the help from your experts it can't be done?" Miorine asked as you shook your head.
"The Aerial and Unicorn may be similar, but all we've done is spread the load of the GUND Format out further through the frame of the machine. Our experts at R&D say it was a miracle that the Gundam worked, and that even to this day they're trying to sort out all of its data. I'd have to assume that we're in the same position as they are." You said to Miorine as she turned back to Prospera.
"You'll have to begin with analysis." Prospera said to her as Miorine remembered the words her father uttered to her the night of the incubation party.
"The Gundam's curse is a heavier burden than you think." Delling's words echoed through her head as she understood a bit of it now.
"So that's what he meant..." Miorine muttered in somber revelation.
"Um, Mom?" Suletta spoke up as you all looked to her while she sat with a confused and conflicted look on her face.
"What is it?" Prospera spoke to her daughter with a gentle tone.
"Well, um...Why did you...say to me...that Aerial wasn't a Gundam? Aerial is family to us, right? She's not really cursed, is she?" Suletta asked nervously as you glanced at Prospera for her answer, but grew surprised when she stood up and began undoing the buttons of her blazer, removing it and rolling up her right sleeve to reveal her prosthetic arm, surprising you and Miorine as she removed her arm and held it out to Suletta.
"Does it frighten you?" Prospera asked as Suletta looked at her mother with no fear, and complete sureness as she shook her head.
"No. It's your arm, Mom. Same as always." Suletta said with no disregard for whatever part of her mother was fake and whichever one was real.
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The Curse of Gundams (Gundam:Witch From Mercury x Male Reader)
FanfictionSuletta Mercury isn't the only new student who's transferred to Asticassia as another student arrives the same time as her, a new student from somewhere no one knows of. In this battle where giant companies compete in the race of designing the great...