57:- SnowWhite

As Biscuit and Ichiro engaged in conversation amid the bustling preparations, Biscuit couldn't help but express his concerns about the risky job of escorting Mr Makani. He was well aware of the potential consequences, as aligning themselves with Makani and taking on the responsibility of escorting him to the Parliament would undoubtedly make them enemies of Gjallarhorn.

Ichiro, however, remained resolute and calm in the face of Biscuit's worries. He understood the gravity of their situation and the need to keep moving forward. With a reassuring tone, he conveyed to Biscuit that there was no turning back at this point. Mars was no longer a safe haven for Tekkadan, and Gjallarhorn already viewed them as a significant threat.

Ichiro's words emphasized the importance of their mission and the necessity of securing their future by any means necessary. He instilled in Biscuit the belief that they had to face the challenges ahead head-on, as there was no alternative if they wanted to survive and thrive in the perilous world they found themselves in.

Biscuit: (Glancing around cautiously) Ichiro, are you sure about this? Escorting Mr. Makani and his cargo – it's not going to make us any friends with Gjallarhorn.

Ichiro: (Focused and determined) Biscuit, we don't have many options left. We can't go back to Mars, not after what happened. Besides, Gjallarhorn already sees us as a threat. This is our chance to secure our future, make allies, and survive.

Biscuit: (Nodding reluctantly) I know, but it just feels like we're walking into the lion's den.

Ichiro: (Offering a reassuring smile) That's exactly why we're doing this together. We've faced worse odds before, haven't we?

Biscuit: (Smiling back, gaining confidence) Yeah, you're right. Let's get this done, Ichiro.

Biscuit: (Curious) Ichiro, aren't you cold with just that high neck and the jacket?

Ichiro: (Smirking) Nah, this isn't just any high neck. I got this from the Dork Colonies, and they swear it's the best. You won't feel a hint of cold with this on.

Biscuit: (Impressed) Really? .

Ichiro: (Chuckling) It come's in handy more times than I can count.

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The train plowed through the pristine, untouched snow, leaving behind a trail of deep tracks as it continued its journey through the frozen landscape. The snow, as far as the eye could see, was a brilliant, glistening white. Each snowflake was a unique masterpiece, collectively forming a vast and tranquil sea of purity.

As the train's wheels crunched through the snow, Bladwin couldn't help but marvel at the pristine beauty surrounding them. The landscape was so pure, so untouched, that it almost felt like a dream. He turned to Ichiro, his fellow Tekkadan member, and couldn't help but comment on the breathtaking scenery.

Bladwin: "This is so white, like..."

Ichiro nodded in agreement, fully understanding the sentiment behind Bladwin's words. There was something mesmerizing about the untouched snow, something that left them both in silent contemplation.

Ichiro: "Yeah."

Their conversation shifted to more personal matters as Ichiro asked Bladwin about his past life as Lieutenant Crant Zent, a life he had left behind when he joined Tekkadan. Bladwin's response was simple and spoke volumes about his dedication to his new life.

Ichiro: (Curious) Bladwin, do you ever miss your life as Lieutenant Crant Zent?

Bladwin: "Nah. Who was he?"

Ichiro: (Chuckles) Fair point.

With that, they returned to their silent admiration of the pristine snowscape, each thankful for the path they had chosen and the camaraderie they had found in Tekkadan.

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Ichiro, who had been scouting the area from his mobile suit, prepared to switch with Mika, who was inside the cockpit of Barbatos inside the train, as night began to fall.

Mika : "Ichiro are you ready to switch off again."

Ichiro nodded from his mobile suit's cockpit and replied, "Yeah, Mika, Own my way."

As Ichiro's Graze was securely tied to the back of the train.

Ichiro's attention was immediately drawn to Ogre's monitor as it displayed the message about a new Ahab Wave. He furrowed his brow, puzzled by the unexpected development.

Ichiro acknowledged Old Man Nadi's warning and began preparing Ogre for combat. His focus shifted from the mysterious Ahab Wave to ensuring his mobile suit was in optimal condition, ready to protect the train.

The snowy expanse stretched out before them, and the members of Tekkadan stood vigilant within their mobile suits, ready to face the looming threat posed by the Gjallahorn forces. The six imposing Gjallahorn mobile suits stood defiantly on the train tracks, forming a formidable barrier that had brought the train to a halt.

Amidst this tense standoff, Kevin Baklazan, the heir of the Baklazan Family, emerged from his distinctive orange mobile suit. His presence was commanding, and his voice carried authority as he addressed Tekkadan with his amplified words.

Kevin Baklazan's speech resounded through the cold, snowy landscape as the Gjallahorn mobile suits stood in a rigid formation, their eyes fixed on Tekkaden's train. His voice, amplified by his mobile suit's communication system, carried a tone of authority and confidence.

"I represent the Gjallahorn Earth Headquarters," he declared, establishing his position of power. "I am Kevin Baklazan, the heir of the Baklazan Family among the Seven Heads of Gjallahorn."

His orange mobile suit, distinct from the others, served as a visual testament to his importance and status within the organization. Kevin's presence exuded an air of arrogance, confident in the superiority of Gjallahorn.

With a challenging tone, he addressed Tekkaden directly. "I challenge you, space rats, to a duel. Three of our mobile suits will face off against three of yours. In return, you will hand over Kudelia Aina Bernstein and Togonosuke Makanai immediately."

As Kevin spoke, the members of Tekkaden and their charges, Kudelia and Makanai, emerged from the train. They stood together, their determination palpable as they faced the Gjallahorn forces.

Kevin's demands were clear, and his ultimatum left no room for negotiation. "Furthermore," he continued, "all members of Tekkaden shall surrender themselves to us."

The gravity of the situation hung in the air as Kevin issued the challenge and set a thirty-minute countdown. His words were both a declaration of Gjallahorn's authority and a provocation, signaling the beginning of a high-stakes showdown in the unforgiving snowscape.

The tension in the snowy expanse reached a breaking point as Kevin Baklazan's ultimatum hung in the air. Tekkaden's members, Kudelia Aina Bernstein, and Togonosuke Makanai emerged from the train, forming a determined front against their Gjallahorn adversaries.

Before Orga could respond to Kevin's challenge, the snowy silence was shattered by the roaring approach of Ichiro's Ogre. The massive mobile suit surged forward, its sleek black frame a stark contrast against the snow-covered landscape. With incredible speed and precision, Ogre thrust its powerful form towards the Gjallahorn mobile suit at the forefront

The sudden and bold move by Ichiro, launching his Ogre into action without hesitation, caught both the Gjallahorn forces and his fellow Tekkaden members off guard. 

The frozen landscape bore witness to Ichiro's audacious attack. His Ogre, like a dark shadow amidst the snow, lunged forward with uncanny speed. The Gjallahorn mobile suit, caught off guard, couldn't react in time as Ogre's metallic fists made contact with its chest.

The collision was brutal, the force of it creating a shockwave that sent tremors through the ground. The Gjallahorn pilot, who had been standing on the shoulder of his mobile suit, was catapulted off his perch, helpless in the face of Ogre's relentless assault.

Ichiro's ferocity knew no bounds as he swung his mobile suit around, using the momentum to hurl the Gjallahorn pilot into the unforgiving snow below. The impact was devastating, reducing the pilot to a gruesome, crimson smear amidst the pristine whiteness of the snow.

Kevin Baklazan and his Gjallahorn forces stood in stunned silence, their initial confidence shattered by the sheer audacity and speed of Ichiro's attack. The ominous presence of Ogre, drenched in the blood-red aftermath of its assault, sent shivers down their spines.

Kevin, his composure momentarily broken, watched in shock as his comrade was violently thrown, resulting in a gruesome and instant demise. The white snow around the scattered wreckage began to take on a ghastly shade of red.

The members of Tekkaden, Kudelia, and Makanai watched in astonishment and horror at the sheer power and ruthlessness displayed by Ichiro and his formidable Ogre. This sudden act of aggression had sent a clear message: Tekkaden would not bow down to Gjallahorn's threats and challenges.

Orga, seizing the moment, stepped forward to address Kevin. "You want a duel, Baklazan? You just got one."

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