In Gundam, I’m Determined to Restore the Glory of Mass-Produced Mobile Suits!

U.C. 0079. A secret Earth Federation warship was being transported to Side 7. A boy who should never have existed became an ace pilot, proving through his own skill that the Red Comet's famous words were true: the performance gap between mobile suits doesn't necessarily determine the outcome of a battle!

(New author here. My writing is terrible, and I'm terminally lazy. I'm open to feedback, but if you deliberately pick a fight, start cursing, or make snide remarks, I'll delete your comment and ban you outright.)