New Mobile Report Gundam Wing Dual Story: G-UNIT, released in the United States as Mobile Suit Gundam: The Last Outpost, is a side story that takes place concurrently with the Mobile Suit Gundam Wing anime series. The twelve-volume manga, drawn by KÅichi Tokita, was printed in Comic Bom Bom between May 1997 and March 1998, and later sold in three volumes by Kodansha. The English version is available from Tokyopop.
Unlike most other Gundam Wing manga, G-UNIT does not feature any of the anime characters or Gundams, with the exception of a few brief cameos. Instead, the manga introduces an entirely new cast of characters and mobile suits. Furthermore, the setting of G-UNIT creates an extra degree of separation from the war raging in the Earth Sphere - the story takes place at the MO-V colony in the asteroid belt. The colony's test pilots fight to survive as the special forces group, OZ Prize, fights MO-V in a deadly war of attrition to acquire the colony's advanced mobile suits. This isolated conflict, which begins as OZ begins its subtle conquest of space, drags on for months and eventually concludes at the same time as the Eve Wars.
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