Subtitle edited by - Aorion - "MOBILE SUIT GUNDAM THUNDERBOLT- Episode 1 (2015)" ^ (Run time : 00:18:24)
MOBILE SUIT GUNDAM THUNDERBOLT
This is a nice song selection.
Io, pirate radio again?
At least use headphones.
You've got to feel the sound.
The previous broadcast?
This one's good.
Yeah, you got it at a good timing.
Maybe the lightning brings it.
- The Minovsky... - It's light?
Don't care.
- Copy it for me. - Right here.
This part is great just before we sortie.
I know what you mean.
I can see it.
Flying and barely dodging the debris.
The vibration on my butt.
I feel the switches at my fingertips.
They all become my eyes and move.
Can't they improve the air in the hangar?
It's just your sinuses.
Cornelius, tissues.
Give them back, alright?
- Thanks. - See you.
Here's the operational objective.
Eliminate the enemy snipers hiding in our home, Side 4 "Moore".
We've lost over 40 allied machines this past month.
This Thunderbolt Sector...
We can't forgive the cowards who destroyed our home.
This war is entering its final stage.
Regaining this sector will change the tide of the war.
Glory again to Side 4, Moore.
Death to the cowardly Zeon.
The Brotherhood, eh.
Geez. My birthplace keeps on tying me down.
Free jazz is perfect for Thunderbolt.
I love mobile suits, space, and the battlefield.
It's free here.
Oh no, our positions are obvious.
When they shoot, we'll trace back their location.
Now, who'll be the unlucky one?
- Who's hit? - Ensign Io.
Commander... Commander!
Emergency. Emergency.
Commander hit by beam cannon. His machine's demolished.
They're sniping from the debris.
Radio won't work with this Minovsky particle density.
You search, too--
Dave!
Find the enemy sniper!
How can they see us?
The Minovsky particles are still so dense!
Calculate their positions!
- It's Side 4! - Attack our home?
My barrel's past its limit.
Daryl will now be sending orbit prediction data.
Nice, Chief Petty Officer Daryl. I got the rest.
This'll earn me the Cross.
Bragging to your lady? Or...
Sean, it's complicated who Ensign Hoover reports to.
Shut up. I'm gonna get them.
Both the Federation and the girl!
Amazing! Is Daryl a clairvoyant?
Or one of those Newtypes?
I'll get commended back home. Then it's vacation!
Ensign Hoover, is your machine drifting?
Communication's cutting out. Please check cable connection.
Huh? Really?
Huh?
Hey!
Hoover!
It's a human. A Federation normal suit!
Daryl, can you snipe him? I can't aim from here!
But Hoover is--
He's been shot in the head! You saw it!
So the cockpit isn't that different from Zaku.
Hey, you may be aces of the snipers division,
but your taste in music is mediocre.
Big talk for a guy who got lucky.
No wonder a guy with fake legs sneakily shoots from far away.
Making fun of my legs?
Now I know your firing location.
I'll cruise home via your blind spots.
You won't escape next time.
I'll get you for sure.
I'm Chief Petty Officer Daryl Lorenz.
I'll keep my eye on you.
I'm Ensign Io Fleming.
When you hear jazz, it means I'm coming.
Patti Page, right? "Tennessee Waltz".
You heard?
I like the Royal Teens.
"Short Shorts"?
Ha ha. No, this.
I see.
If you're interested, okay?
We'll see.
24 sortied, and this is all that's left?
That's a loser's operation for you.
To the maintenance hangar. Top priority!
- Whoa. - Whoa.
Io!
Ensign Io Fleming, reporting in.
Never did like the guy...
Acting like a playboy.
Take the body to the Reuse Lab.
I miraculously found it. I want to send him to his family.
Get the data from his arm first.
A guinea pig even in death?
It's because of that data that you can fight, right?
Professor Karla, the body is...
Professor?
Major damage, 4. Minor damage, 6.
Cockpit block only, 5. Lost, 9.
I see.
We're now gathering data from the Rick Dom seized by Ensign Io.
We may get their deployment and movement patterns.
I see.
We're also loading that item into the container.
The mechanics we dispatched have returned along with it,
so they can test it immediately.
Who'll use it?
Who else but Ensign Io?
You're right...
Shall I give the order?
No, I'll tell him.
A prototype mobile suit.
The Moore Brotherhood paid the Federation?
Everyone who outranked you died in the last operation.
Otherwise...
I guess we've both advanced because our superiors died.
Right, Acting Captain?
Unhand me, Ensign Io Fleming. Captain's orders.
Yes, sir.
I see.
A surprise, right?
Where's the captain?
Quality time with her man.
A captain because she's an elite. What a privileged class.
I heard Io's getting the prototype.
He's the son of Moore's leader, too.
The incompetent elite let Zeon invade and destroy our home.
But they're perfect as human sacrifices.
The young heroes who die for their ideals.
Those with sinful lineages can be Moore Brotherhood propaganda.
That's what the Gundam's for.
I won't love you anymore.
Then I can order you to go and die.
That's right, Claudia. Give me an order to sortie.
I'm captivated...
by these demon mobile suits that glitter in battle.
I heard the mid-combat communication records.
The Federation pilot who killed Hoover...
When you hear jazz, that means he's coming, right?
Yeah.
Please, Daryl.
You must kill him.
An ace like you can do that, right?
Professor Karla, can I get some painkillers?
The legs you gave me...
they hurt really bad tonight.
Confirm the sniper rotation we got from the Rick Dom.
You got that? Just do it as an extension of a test flight.
Cornelius, tissues.
Here you go.
Some music too, partner.
Okay.
Amazing.
It's beyond comparison.
This is... Gundam.
This is the best!
This is the power I've wanted!
Gundam...
Become my power.
It dodged?
No way!
Darn it. What's going on?
It's jazz.
3 Zakus shot down.
All the Big Gun attacks were dodged.
A high-mobility mobile suit with heavy armor.
This machine is a troubling enemy for our Living Dead Division.
The Federation's...
Gundam.
It's him.
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