battles in giant robots verseXheionmibu

[Verse]

Jinga Fedilt had an endless chasm of rage to take from.

He relied on it in the morning, when the bruises from his pilot chair reminded him of how reckless his steering was. He relied on it when he put that damage on his body too. The Vials were made for motion, not for hosting. He understood their purpose, and could feel the echoes of the old smiths even in new designs. He'd not opted for a spring-mounted chair, or a soft-made cockpit. He needed to feel it. And when he moved, he needed the Vial to listen to him. These hulking machines lent them their strength. The least they could do in return was suffer with them.

This war was its own monster. It had swallowed them all. They said it was his human blood that made him perfect in it, but he knew it had been bred into him. Nobody was pure in the Beinbar system anymore. Everyone had mutated for Universal Conflict. He had grown up on a Estedbar Moon, and dreamt of prowess in battle. But the lessons that were worth a damn cost him too much. It had flooded his rage. And he took out his revenge on people who hadn't earned in any other way than being born on the other side of this immortal war. They said Earth had been the same, that it had sought out this conflict when it could have abstained. Human blood. Intelligent Savages.

And maybe the friend who'd challenged him to this duel, just when they'd been licensed to do so, remembered a time when he wasn't this powederkeg of violence. She if anyone should know, he'd always fought like this. Agility and a fondness and propensity for unseen weaknesses. Speed and malice. It was reflected in the beaten Vial he steered. The https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9d/0d/d1/9d0dd1a6ec253391b208edb1388aa738.jpg. Could be the all-round joints that kept his enemies guessing, or the perfect class that let him move but also let him generate enough strength when he had to fell the larger Vials, or the greater giants in armor. The Natural Guard. She had come at him with her own. Bulky and full or arsenal. She had thought she'd beat a smile into him.

He'd accepted of course. She didn't have the kill in her, not for him. They'd been friends since before he knew this fueling dread. She'd followed him into the academy when he'd qualified on merit of his theoretical battle tactics test. She could have gone on her other academics and physicals alone. Short but capable. Maybe he'd wanted this fight too. Maybe he wanted to ruin her sunny disposition that kept him going in the heat of battle.

Jinga wasn't unscathed from their bout, but he knew her. He knew the limits of her Vial and he knew how to exploit them. She had exhausted her ammunition trying to herd him, and he would be nothing if he couldn't avoid fire when he knew where it came from. His burstae pushed him hard in any direction where her shots weren't. It was dizzying but always effective. Xol gave him everything. Xol dodged and told him when they were taking damage. He had exhausted his own lighter load of bullets just shooting down her rockets. He'd sacrificed some panzer to get close to her just as her ballistics were waning. He'd deflected her blades with his own. And just as he managed to wrench her large arm out of the way, Xol's free, six fingered hand shot forward and crushed the cranium of her bulky Vial, and thereby her cockpit.

Xol was worse for wear, but it had wrung the cockpit out of her Vial. His friend hung from between his's mech's digits. He had won. The dessert on the moon they'd chosen to duel at hosted at storm that was coming closer to the rocky area they'd landed in. Jinga brought her closer to the visor of Xol, and let Xol's finger stroke her head. "You bet your freedom. You're now my slave." he said through the speakers as her Vial complained and fell on its knees, making it almost level with Xol. It was regrettable that the governing slave laws were so binding in their fraction under the United Centraling Federation. He was starting to wish she hadn't goaded him into this.

 

[Heionmibu]

Rebecca Morias a top heavy Vial pilot, oddly with a sunny disposition as told by some. But as the harden battle Median she is she doesn't shy away from battle to sit on the back lines.
Pushing herself to her limits is her goal, even she has few rivals or think of any as one.
Her long-time friend and fellow pilot Jinga Fedilt, been through hell together. Though she is oblivious to the hate that Jinga got for being close to her, she had no time for relationships. Earning the name Iron Maiden due to her overall toughness and grit on the field of battle.

Using the strength and Durability that her Viel that just simply named Tower, a heavy dense armored Vial with heavy weaponry to boot. Many that use this Vial, has issues with movement to most Tower would feel slow and bulky and they say its just used for its weapons and artillery.

Lately, she has been pushing herself after a messy mission. She hated the fact that many were so cold and were quick to leave others. She felt the victory for that day wasn't worth it, but she would never voice this. Known it would be heard on deaf ears or she would be punished. There was no stopping the war machine of the Universal conflict.

Rebecca did challenge Jinga, wanting to beat a smile on his face. So, she was indeed happy when he accepted.
During the match, Becca and Tower did there best to keep up with Vol and Jinga. Many was shocked Rebecca could keep up at first, once their weaponry was emptied. She didn't give up knowing what was on the line.
After all said and done, she lost in the grip of the Vol she looked at the visor of the Vial. Struggling and pulling her right arm free she raises her middle finger to both Vol and Jinga. "OH, sit on it!!!" She shouted loud enough that could be heard throughout the Arena. Many wasn't shocked by the results of the duel.

In one of the observations towers a woman smirk softly, seeing the two fight she had a thought of what to do next. She quickly put her plans in motion.

 

[Verse]

Mori was a good shot. She could decapitate a Natural Guard in orbit if she stood on the ground. The turrets had nothing on her. But Jinga knew her patterns, and while he had a hard time being faster than he bullets and skycutters, he only had to be faster than the turning mechanism on her guns, or the sweep of her arms. The Sempra Xol had very efficient fuel economy, and its lighter frame made back their difference in armory. He managed to avoid the crucial hits, and traded the ones he had to take for ground gained.

Even if the two friends had started out saying they'd go all out, neither of them meant to seriously hurt the other. But Mori had an even kinder heart. Her good mood and light heart, especially toward him, made the skirmish easier for him. They said it was his human soul that made him so ruthless. There was just bloodlust in him and it translated into his machine. The Xol was made for great escapes and defense during recon missions, but he'd repurposed it to be an assassin out in the open. So he painstakingly made his way toward his friend.

When he demolished the visor of the Tower, and plucked her out, the six digit grip didn't contract enough to hurt her, even if the dismount had been less than gentle. He was glad the reckless maneuver hadn't hurt her. He had done it before, when out of blades and bullets, tearing out the faces of Natural Guards, but this was to mark a victory, not to slay an enemy. He knew he'd gotten her, but he didn't know what state she was in. But when her spirit was as indominable as before, he grinned from where he sat. "I told you it was a stupid idea, you tank." he reminded her through the speaker system.

They were summoned to their general's office, and Jinga had gone with his cockpit uniform still on. It had padding to negate the worst of the haptics, though it was mostly for show, and a rudimentary helmet. The engineers made sure there were some details on each helmet that reminded of the Vial the pilot steered, his had the crescent center ridge and orange glass in the middle of the visor. He had left the helmet on the clothing rack just inside the door.

The two friends were rowed up by the general's desk. They'd been here before, sometimes because of Mori's benign hijinks and sometimes for real insubordination from the Fedilt pilot. There was some affection from the man with the mustache who governed this office, with its glass wall overlooking the hangar and in turn the open doors into space itself. Depending on the turn of their moon, they could see straight down into Estedbar. The general shifted. His large chair made a small sound. Meant he must have had it for very long, and told people not to maintain it.

"Well, I know you two are thick as thieves." General Hika Matsudo said. "And I'm sure this started out as something friendly." Jinga huffed but stayed in his stance. Matsudo frowned and his lip hairs fanned a bit. "Well, either way, you're both good pilots but now, as you know, according to the rules of the particular duel, terms both of you agreed on so you could duel with our Vials, Rebecca Morias now effectively is property of Jinga Fedlit." Matsudo stood and slid the panel over, an engraved plaque that summarized in many legal terms what he'd said, stamped with the UCP insignia itself.

Jinga frowned now. A blade of black hair fell to frame the jutting right angle of his jaw from the dark mess he'd tried to keep back with a couple of strokes through it with his fingers. He tossed an irate look at his childhood friend for so brashly entering into such ridiculous terms. He stepped forward, and slid the panel back toward the general. "Sir. General. I thank you but decline."

Matsudo sighed and leaned back in his chair. "That's the thing, son, you can if you want, but that'd just open up ownership to anyone else, and this base has a contract with a rather aggressive buyer." He turned to Rebecca. "Anything to say, slave?"

The term twisted Jinga's guts, but he also turned to his friend.

 

[Heionmibu]

Rebecca didn't admit defeat, even after being sat down by Jinga. Looking up to him through her visor, Xol reflected on them. She sucked her teeth looking away from them walking off leaving the arena. She pass through the doors overhearing some of the other talking. Saying she only did it to get attention or to show off. She did it for none of those things. Releasing the seal on her helmet there was a loud pop then hiss that gotten there attention.

Nervously they changed there tune, some looking away as other smiled and said good friend. Rebecca just smile and waves back."Yea....It was."She says being called as she walked to meet Jinga at the commanders office. As she walked she clutched her fist and teeth thinking how she lost this. She had to be that Idoit's slave now. she thought of all the crappy things as she over thought and overreaction to them. Her mind wonders, grabbing the side of her head as her eyes popped open, she started with some preverted thoughts. "What if he wants to..."She gulps shollowing hard as her mind went from him putting a collar on her and pulling her along with a lash or binding her and taking advantage of her. Many more things ran through her mind making her blush at this thought of all this.
She was lost in her own world thinking such thoughts of servicing Jinga in that way. She enearly jumped out of her skin when she ws touched on the shoulder by Jinga aunt."Ahh."She jumped away from her.

The Aunt giggles softly as she didn't think such a hareden pilot sacred so easily. Catching her breath she sulated her as she is a higher rank. She explained she was jsut deep in thought about that battle and how she could improve. Nodding seeing Rebecca run off. She grins as she made her way down the hall.


Getting to the office, she stood with Jinga listening to the General go on. She have great respect for the man. But calling her slave after all that she done. She wanted to speak giving him a piece of her mind. her lips parted abit but she bite her tongue."No sir....I have nothing to say."Her fist was still tightly chultched. A voice was heard behind her entering the room.

"Now now General Hika Matsudo. No need to speak of her in such a manner. But with this devolpment given my strike team some more thought."JInga's Aunt moved forward."Seeing as Rebecca is Jigans slave she must stay by his side does she not? With that being said, you have a elite tanker, with a speed demon. I think its a good time to think my idea over."She says calmly looking at him waiting for his repose.

Rebecca leans over abit wispering to Jinga."What is your Aunt doing?"She asked as quietly as she could. This was abit odd, what is this strike team she is talking about. It had her curcious but still sounded bad or something big was going on.

 

[Verse]

Jinga wasn't used to Mori's silence. He had seen the changed in her face during the conversation. She was spirited enough to have interrupted the general several times already, but she didn't. Maybe she did understand, and maybe she meant to take this seriously. The implications were severe. It'd alter their relationship. She was stubborn enough that he could well see her going along with it. It had been her idea, after all. He thought she'd made the bet knowing he'd have to back down. All because she wanted him to "lighten up". This was fucking ridiculous. So Jinga stayed as quiet as he could, tensing his hands into fists by his side. Why was her compliance more upsetting than her arguments, right now?

"Nothing to say?" he echoed, because he was sure both him and the general really wanted her opinion on this. This was the rest of her life, after all. Even if Jinga planned to be a rather easy going Master, and she herself would maintain her rank and the rights she'd earned, she legally was obligated to do what he said. Which meant... he tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, but he'd always had a high libido, and the women he'd been with could attest to his-- darker proclivities. He'd more than once imagined Rebecca under him, when he was doing his worst to some other woman.

He was as surprised as everyone else when his aunt came in, in her usual, higher ranking uniform. Her hair was dark, like his, and he found himself straightening his back to regain his stance of attention. However, both of the soldier's posture slumped somewhat to get closer to each other when Mori whispered to him. "I don't know. I think she's just pushing that strike team agenda she's been on." he'd heard about it, she'd talked about it to him, but he'd not really cared enough. He was mostly on board because it'd give him a better position from which he could get at the enemy, but the accommodations the UCP would have to do to make it happen were too much, so he'd never really put much hope in it, despite his aunt's adamancy.

The General cleared his throat and gave her a nod when she same in. She had a commanding presence, and a lot of the commander and fellow board members at the war-table listened when she spoke, partially because she had sound, though aggressive tactics, but also because she was distractingly beautiful woman. It must be in their genes, given her ability to lead, and her nephew's skills in being a speartip. Both of them enjoyed more leniency than most, because of that. That's why Hika tried not to let others get caught in their turbulence, like Rebecca Morias was seeming to be, right now.

"I suppose this is an opportunity for that initiative." the general said. "But you'd still be a short a few aspects. As it is now, they're a pair, attached more than usual because of soldier Morias's new... conditions. I will give you power to assemble a team, and to eventually train them. But they'll have to prove their efficiency before they're cleared." Hika said. If it played out well, maybe that would slow down whatever negative effects it'd have on Morias's life.

 

[Heionmibu]

Listening to Jinga's explanation of what his aunt was doing, in awe of It all. How could Jinga's aunt be so confident in just the two of them getting started with this so-called Strike team of hers? She turned back to focus on what was being said.

With a grin on her face, she pulled files from her bag. She placed them on the General's desk for him to look over them." I have a Mechanic in mind currently on one of our bases. That is calling for some assistance. She is a bit eccentric, but she is the best at what she does. Also, there is a pilot, an additional fighter for support as well as a logistical officer. The Ship has an AI system that will help with repairs and coordination of the ship." She spoke while the files were being looked over. She looked back to Jinga and Rebecca." You two." She called.
"Head back to your Barracks, gather your gear. You're being moved." She says ordering them both to leave as the rest of their conversation may become classified and with Rebecca's new status things would become difficult to what she can hear.
"Double time you two!!" She returns her attention to the General.

Rebecca salutes. "Yes Mam!!" She turned and gave Jinga a swift strike to his arm and was gone before anything could be done.

Walking back to her Barracks she looked at the others in passing, word spread fast about her loss and her becoming a slave. She doesn't regret what happened. She still can pilot her Veil as long as Jinga allows it, now that she is assigned to him. She can watch his back and be his shield or whatever he needs of her. Getting to her room and walking in more thoughts ran through her mind as she blushed. Would Jinga still want her in his bed? It's his right of course. Shaking her head she slaps her cheeks to wake up out of her daydream." I must focus!!" Saying proudly as she grabbed her things for her she always packed light. Walking out of the Barracks with three large bags, these bags were her whole life. Making her way to the hangar to meet and wait for the others. Looking at her Veil, seeing Tower being reloaded and repaired of course she noticed the added markings to show that its piloted by a slave. She just huffed as she stood there waiting.

 

[Verse]

Jinga had a good guess as to which mechanic his aunt was talking about. He had resigned himself to doing the UCP's bidding in order to strike back at the Natural Guard, and he'd been prepped enough for this taskforce that it wasn't out of the blue. His aunt would push any agenda that she felt strongly for. But the dynamics of all of it had changed now that he wouldn't be entering this new initiative on equal terms with Mori. And it was this new dynamic that seemed to push this direction into being, or at least that's what it was used for. So Jinga was a bit stiff, standing there, listening to the team being negotiated. The general had the best intentions for both their fraction and the war, so he was inclined to agree with the suggestion, but had concerns about Rebecca. His resistance lasted about as long as any did, in aunty's company. Jinga rolled his eyes but refrained from saying something until they were ordered out. This was a sudden and inconvenient change ontop of what had already happened. He had no choice but to listen to orders. It had always been a matter of time before his aunt got command over him again after having overseen his training, once.

Back in the barracks Jinga traced the side of his bunk with his fingertips. He remembered how these things shook when there were attacks, and how loud the alarms sounded in them. They'd felt like individual life boats, as he was moved around from one to another depending on base rebuilding, or changes in his own service. He'd stayed here the longest. The first thing he packed was the picture of him and Becka, with her stupid grin. He was smiling too, for some reason. They were in front of the Xol and Tower, both machines messed up from a particularly lengthy battle. But they'd made it through. He huffed to himself. She was his slave now. He put the picture in his chest pocket and took the two duffels with him. He didn't own much. Being attached or dependent on things was seen as a weakness. He was here because he was good at destroying things, not keep them. Maybe that's what had happened between him and Mori today.

He found himself on the dispatch bay as well. He came up to stand beside his friend, and looked up at the new symbols that ornamented her Vial. The changes were minuscule but very important. It wasn't like Rebecca had an easy time fitting in before this, despite her sunny disposition. "Why did you do it, Mori?" he asked when he focused on the marks. They were a mix of the mark for soldier, and the mark for equipment. The symbol for the Sempra Xol was small in the owner's bar. It had no business being on her Tower. He had put it there through winning their duel. "You know this let's me do anything to you, right?" he turned his head to look down at her. "Is that what you want?"

 

[Heionmibu]

Lost within her headspace, Becca kept having scandalous thoughts of Jinga taking her, binding her in some way, or him asking her to do something like sleep in bed within him. Even if nothing happened her mind continued these thoughts, lost in her world. She snapped out of her lust-filled thoughts when Jinga spoke up. " Huh? Oh? Um…"She let him scold her for her rash decision-making, she was ready to answer him when he asked why she did it. But when he said he could do anything to her.

Her mind went blank for a moment as she came out and asked him."Wh…What would you do to me?"She asked calmly, not looking up at him as he would see her face slightly red. As he thought of the orders he would give her came to mind."You could do what you like with me I suppose, I just have to live with it." She didn't or rather wasn't planning on answering his first question she didn't think the answer to it would satisfy him.
She sighed slapping her face lightly with both hands to snap herself out of this daze."Look….It's in the past, I am a slave now. Your slave."She smiled looking up at him."I am here as your shield and sword if needed."She pushed him playfully."Besides If I won you make a worthless slave anyway. I would have to trade you for someone that actually can clean."She teased him to lighten the mood and to keep her. She knows that she has to work twice as hard to set herself apart from others but it didn't matter. She is with Jinga they are a team now, and it makes her happy to think about this.


Jinga's Aunt watched the two as she smiled, she waited for a bit as she looked at the file for the mechanic. She is a difficult one, having gotten into several fights with officers over her work or how Veils are used and repaired. The only reason they haven't court-martial her is due to she is one of the best at what she does and has an odd family connection. Nonetheless, this girl was currently stationed on a far outpost near the front. They would have to go and collect her and show off a bit of military might.



Meanwhile, in a far-off outpost, Natalie is hard at work inside the back section of a Veil. Replacing and repairing housing and circuits that got burnt out by reckless pilots using them like jackhammers. The higher-ups don't like her idea of a self-repairing Vail. It would limit the damage even if it doesn't fully repair it. But she is again doing the work of 6 people, as sparks come front the area she working in as the fighters of her prosthetic hand form an arc-welder. She stares intensely as the flashes can be seen on her visor. Once she finished an area she moved up a bit, a compartment opened in her leg as she pulled out some snacks. Popping on in her mouth she chews as the compartment closes and she has gotten back to work. Once she was finished here she had three more to check on and push out back to the front.

 

[Verse]

Jinga was already tall among human pilots. But that didn't mean much when there were Centralings who grew as large as human men just past their adolescence. The UCP may exclude on basis of size, but that didn't mean it ran by human measurements. Here though, at the hangar, beside his-- moderately statured friend, he towered. Looking down at her, he thought about their differences. There were hierarchies even within the UCP, Earth included, that prioritized height. Suppose the new dynamic between him and Becca made sense through that scope. Not that it made anything better. He didn't want anything to change. He had very few stoic points in his life. Where he stood with Becca was one. It wouldn't change their partnership in battle, he wouldn't allow that, but this would alter everything else. Though, as any redblooded male from Earth, particularly those who had vigor in war, he was afflicted with certain passions. Though he played his reputation off as nothing, that he didn't put any stock on societal pride, it had made it easier to find other beds than his own, on base. And, if he was honest, he'd of course painted Becca's face on some of the inhabitants of those beds, in his own imagination, during the act. Looking down on her now made him think of all of that, at once.

Stupid. He shouldn't even be considering it.

He did enjoy when she squirmed a little. There were a few things that would make her frazzled, but he rarely used this one. He couldn't help that his head tilted with some suggestion in its angle and the set of his lips - what would he do to her indeed? She was such lovely, stacked proportions in a small package. He didn't need that much imagination to have good use for her, especially in a bunk. He shifted, predatory, toward her. Maybe he should teach her how big of a mistake this was. It could be a sweet lesson to give her. His aura changed when he mulled over the possibilities now. He grinned when she continued her discomfort, and chastised herself for it. He was glad this part of their friendship hadn't suffered.

But he did find himself slightly paused when she reminded him she was his slave, and how that made a difference. His lips gathered from their little grin. He didn't know why that was emotional to him, but it was very much so. His eyes then narrowed at her, suspicious of this heartfelt sentiment, or maybe he was just weary when she was able to carry a point so well after having been so reckless. Was this actually a development of their friendship? This did secure their continued proximity to each other. She was bound to him now. One of the few things he owned, even under the UCP banner. While slaves and Approved Sentient Cargo were filed as possessions of their master, they could still earn military prowess for themselves. Though her obedience would be in some ways enforced by the UCP, given they had witnessed and accepted the duel and its outcome. Her going back on the contract wasn't the issue though. He'd actually it was the opposite.

"My slave." he said after he recovered from her assault. "And you'll be with me." he tasted the words in his mouth. He could live with that. He even smiled. "But then you have to get used to taking orders from me, slave." The set of his shoulders were less tense. He picked up the bag again and took her hand in the other. "Let's go then." he said and nodded for the pod that would take them to their designated ship. He still ushered her in first, but made sure to stack their luggage in her lap while he sat free beside her, by the window. He looked at her and put his elbow to the sill and knuckles to his chin, smugly. "Hope you're having a pleasant journey, Slave."

 

[Heionmibu]

She wasn't expecting him to call her his Slave so easily, watching him she shallow hard as she stared wondering what was going through his mind. Did she want to know? Maybe? She was ready to say something about him calling her his slave. But he already grabbed her hand pulling on to the transport. When they got to their seats he tossed his bag on her."Hey!! Dick!!"She grumbled hearing him call her slave she growled. "Hmph it would be better if I didn't have to touch or smell your bag here. Don't you ever wash your clothes?" She complained as the transport was gearing up to take off soon.

After some time, Jinga's Aunt entered the transport. She Found Jinga and Becca as she grins softly."My there you are, trying to get alone time already are you?"She teased them, taking a seat she explained what's happening next, as they would have to gather the rest of their team. She looks at her datapad as she tilts her head."Hmm? I guess you two will have to be tested under fire soon."She said .



Meanwhile back to Natalie:

Closing the hatch to the Vail, she needed to get the system back online to calibrate it. Sighing loudly she opens the cockpit. Hopping in and taking a set, pulling a wire from her left arm. Data flowed from her arm to the panel data flowed over the window in front of her. She reinstalled the system and then calibrated the system it would take a few minutes. The First that came up was the sensors, she needed to fine-tune it, but it looked like it was already picking up something. Thinking it's a glitch she tried to fix it."What?! Hey Sam, can you check out sectors 6 and 7 the sensors here say something is there but it shouldn't be right?" She called down.

Sam another Mechanic chuckled as he looked into it for her. The scanners was acting strange, as he looked over the data it wasn't right. It was showing the same thing over and over again. He reset the system it showed the enemy broke through their southern defenses. Hitting the alarm as the base went on red alert.

Natalie jumped as she looked around trying to finish her job quickly so there would be at least one more Veil in the fight.

 

[Verse]

She reacted much like she used to, at least verbally, when he brought her along and sat her down. Well on the shuttle, he chuckled to himself when she complained about his clothes. It was good to know she wasn't going to be a completely other person, even if she said she'd take her new role seriously. He still didn't like the implications of it, but he supposed he'd humor her dedication for as long as she could uphold it. He didn't mind her doing his bidding, he certainly hadn't before, so now he'd just play along until she tired of it. Might be fun, even. He had a dark, almost-smile on his lips about her disdain for his laundry. "Washing isn't really my job anymore, is it?" he asked her and then quickly grabbed the back of her head and pushed her forward, face into the duffle. He laughed and let her up after dunking her once in it.

Their mirth, or at least his, was cut short by his aunt. The commanding woman really fully occupied whatever space she entered and he looked at her with some disapproving apprehension. She was his family, blood, and she'd helped him plenty in the past with his vendetta against the Natural Guard, but he didn't trust her very well. Especially not given the nature of their relationship. She switched that connection on and off rather well, though. And she was his superior, sometimes even teacher, so he had to listen. He was noticeably stiffer when she sat down with them. Now he'd have to behave. "We're already good under fire." he said and nodded to Mori. He put his fist to her shoulder. "Aren't we?" He may play the slave game with her, but he didn't want to do it at such an official capacity in front of his aunt. It'd feel too real, then.

"But I guess I don't mind another fight..." he said with the beginnings of a smirk, arms crossed. He was interrupted by a loud alarm going through the base. It was corroborated by the tech they were wearing. He stood up and reflexively took his bag back. "It's the Gjallarhorn." he said and looked out the mouth of the hangar, but couldn't see any threat. In fact, everyone in the know, which were higher officers walking around outside the shuttle, had only been initially startled, but were now treading on as normal after having been informed.

He turned to his aunt while he was standing in the walkway, realizing he'd yanked Mori with him on reflex. "What is it?" he asked with a cold, ready voice. Mori would notice the way he held on to her was not protective or possessive, but because he was ready to usher her forward so they could get to their Vials.

If the battle wasn't here, then there were somewhere else they needed to go, and he figures it wouldn't be the best move to get off the shuttle, but if they could get there faster in a burst unit with their Vials, then they needed to get to them while the hardware and fuel tanks were attached. After todays duel he was itching for something real, and for things to feel normal between him and Mori.