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She had actually gotten an answer! She hadn't spared any time in yelling at the phone to see who it was, though when she was done she heard a male voice... Zane. Her replied with some obvious sarcasm, commenting on his day. " Zane... I'm stuck here. You do realize I need to be there too, Right!? " She started out calmly though gradually she began to yell once more. What came from Zane next was something she'd hit him for if He could... He claimed she was there with them! " You idiot! " He seemed to realize his mistake, though He didn't seem to offer any comfort as He went on to comment that she'd need to find her own way back to base.

" You tell me ho- " She began to say before cutting off as He spoke, the others said hi and that they missed her? She couldn't tell if this was zane being an a*****e or if the whole team really was. One thing was for certain, She was going to cross off the whole apologizing for calling the team assholes, just in case. " Zane... ZANE! " He had hung up on her. " Oh... that damn pretty boy, When I see him I'll... I'll " She said to no one but herself before stomping her foot down again.

" Zane, Your a** is mine! " She shouted into the sky, again to no one really... If Zane heard her that would just have been a miracle... and moderately impossible. Quickly selecting another number from her phone, she checked it this time... She was going to try Pandora, that girl was pretty damn sweet. She wasn't expecting a pick up anymore, No she just wanted someone to hold onto Zane for when she arrived. Before calling her though, Alexandra took a moment to let out a sigh and try to think of possible ways back, aside from walking. Finally dialing the number, she waited to see if Pandora would answer this time, hopefully this one wouldn't give her as much trouble as Zane.

" Hey, you guys left me behind, but that totally doesn't matter now... Just tell Zane to prepare his a** because when I catch up with him I'll be shoving my foot so far up it that its going to be a three legged race to the hospital. Okay, Cutie? Thanks." Yep, that was what she had to say to the poor girl if she decided to answer, or if it went to voice mail, a threat towards Zane for being Zane. Sure, Zane was a pretty cute guy and normally she'd willingly go about flirting with him but every so often He just managed to get on her nerves.

She wasn't entirely sure on her ability to hurt Zane though, He was probably more skilled at the whole fighting thing then she could ever be... But hey, a threats a threat and it gets her anger across. With a sigh, Alexandra started her walking regardless of whether Pandora answered or not, She'd have to get to base somehow so she didn't get in trouble... Though chances are she was going to because she sure as hell wasn't getting their quickly. With her luck though the damn transport would turn around for her after she got a good deal away. Letting out another sigh, She looked down to her feet as she walked.
" Stupid Zane. " She was still annoyed with him, and she hadn't even noticed the comment about her 'flawless buns'.
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                      Pan called out to her, snapping Miranda from her thoughts. Her blue-gray eyes flicked to the blonde and she considered the girl's question for a moment. "I know it's silly, but I almost half expect this to be a test of our reaction time... Which, if it was, we probably failed. And if it's not, it's probably the Dividers getting up to no good." Part of Miranda knew the others were yearning for a fight, but she was hoping that it wouldn't be necessary right away. If they were heading straight into a fight, she would have to sit on the side lines. As a scouting unit, she was used for finding the enemy when they were hiding, and often tracking down Dividers who fled from the fight. She could possibly run a distraction for the others if needed, but that was risky given Manticore wasn't meant to take a hit.

                      Just as she finished speaking, she noticed Zane was on the phone. She listened to the boy chat for a minute, rolling her eyes a bit as he flirted with whoever was on the line. It was only when he said bye did he realized who it was. Immediately sitting up in her seat, she did a head count and realized Alexandra was missing. Oh. Well that wasn't good. Zane didn't seem overly worried, and having not heard what Lex had said, she by default thought everything was okay.

                      So Miranda settled back in her seat, crossing her legs, and chewing over why they would have been called out on an emergency in the middle of school. A raid or impending attack, maybe? If it was suspicious activity, they wouldn't have labeled it an emergency and called everyone in.

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The boy stayed very still has a few doctors pulled out needles from his skin and took off sensors from his temples. A required check up for Cyprus ranged anywhere from an hour to three hours. These were spread over the weeks in a month so that he wouldn't have a period of time that he spent more of his life in the whit walls instead of earning an education.

But this encounter with the specialists was for injuries that he had sufficed in two battles prior. The power cell in his suit had drained itself in a system emergency, leaving him open wide for a assault. The blasts left Cyprus with a mild concussion, a fractured rib, and one hell of a anger issue. Engineers had been working on the unit for some time before and after that fight to find a way to preserve the cell's life span while it was on. Because of his mecha's weapons and flying capabilities, it required the amount of energy that could power three AUs for a week.

" Once you've gotten dressed, General Cross has called for your squadron to report in. " Cyprus said nothing as the last needle was pulled out of his neck, replaced with a fast acting clogging agent. Silence from him was something that all personnel had gotten used to while he roamed about their everyday lives. His objective half the time was to train, and study when he had time. So instead of interacting with others that didn't need the attention because they weren't part of his agenda, Cyprus remains quiet and carries on.
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A transport picked him up from the medical ward to get him to the office quicker than if he took the manual route through the building. The small cart-like railway was fast as it had its own access point that was built to make sure only the transports and very skilled repairmen could move along the rails.

Cyprus adjusted his scarf so that his face was perfectly visible to any person that spoke to him. After the meeting was finished he would make sure it covered his mouth once more. This unusual dress habit came from the strong sand storms he endeavored as a child in Russia's wasteland. While many of the personnel that worked at Gale had a specific uniform to run by, or at least requirements on how they dressed, Cyprus was one of the few that refused the looks. On a normal basis the young man wears the black scarf, a open vest, and a pair of military issued pants that held many of the little devices that had been given to him for his episodes during the recent days.

The pilot reached the main building and was shot straight up to where the General's office was. Passing through a few more doorways out of the railway system, Cyprus approached the door that separated him from the superior that took him in. A slightly tanned hand went up and knocked on the door.


Occ : Hello everyone. I hope this works for my intro and intrusion into the rp.


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Strange. The word echoed in Pan’s mind as she looked from Emilie to Zane. Quietly she listened to the comments rising around, however it was particularly peculiar to her when Zane’s face lit up. What had she done to provoke that response? Even stranger he seem to be surprised by something she had done. What, had she not licked her fingers in front of other before. The thought caused her to quirk a eye brow in his direction as all was lost in the midst of his chatter on the phone. As much as she wanted to question him, something told her it wasn’t a good idea to do so. However that did not stop her insatiable curiosity when it came to the words in his phone conversation. If there was something to be said of Pan it was her unending and sometime awkward questions. Putting aside her understanding of his ’hush-hush’ comment, which she knew all too well about, she went straight for the oddest questions. “ What do you mean flawless buns?” Quirking her head to the right she tried thinking through the solutions as she posed her question to Zane. It wasn’t that she was a completely naive girl, for she had her own problems, but she was still learning about everything and thus tended to lean towards the questions that were blunt.

Pausing in wait for an answer to her question, Pan blinked and glanced back over to Miranda, a quirk of a smile on her lips. “ Yeah, we would have failed miserably. However, the Divided are what we were assembled as a team for and as such more than likely the reason we are being called back to base now, especially considering the urgent nature of the call. Although I have heard dispatch sound just as urgent when they are asking for help to deal with Zane.” Tapping a finger to her lip she thought on the screaming of the dispatch personal as they begged for someone to come and get the white blur that was both trashing and harassing their entire staff. By the time they got there not much was left to fix.. Which just made every dispatch employee extremely weary of the White Rabbit? The thought made Pan want to giggle, but over throwing that feeling she nodded her agreement to Emilie's statement as well. Although in time like these it was oddly harder for Pan to not feel even tenser around Emilie. Fixing her gaze back on Zane for the answer to her question, Pan felt the buzz of her phone in her back pocket. Pan lifted herself up with her legs, which were positioned by her right and left sides respectively and bent over to grab the phone out of her back pocket. She would have to get her answer out of him after this.

“Hello this is Pandora.” Even if humans weren’t supposed to feel emotions, like an empath, at the moment Pan felt like a hot razor blade was willing its way through her phone and directing it’s pointy edge at Zane's throat. Blinking at the feeling, she checked the id and found displayed across her hologram screen, ‘Guardian’. “Alex?” Pan questioned, her eyes knit in confusion as to why she was calling her. Pan had assumed that everyone not on the transport had already made it to the base--however. Seeing the pieces connect, Pan softly bit her lip in understanding, she was not one of the smartest in the group for nothing, even if social situations elluded her--badly.
"Oh no you got left beind, didn't you?"

{{Occ// Great post Melody and Wolf King. Welcome to the craziness that is Gale Zero. : )
On a side note--headachs suck--royally!! x D))
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Standing up she was about to go on, wanting to say something snide, along the lines of, "I don't expect an emotional reaction out of the United", the only thing that stopped her was the look on the general's face. Not to mention the fact that he had stopped mid-sentence. Worry was soon taken over by a bit of remorse for her actions. He looked haggard. Clearing her throat she started off in a ton far more gentle than used previously. She, just like he, was part of this and far more responsibility fell on his shoulders then hers. They were both dogs of war, having seen both glory and pain. That, she could respect and understood the tolls of being part of the military had taken. It was odd like that, one moment you could be furious with some one, and in the next breath, worry about them. That's one of the strange bonds you acquire with anyone when you work for the military, everyone who wore a uniform was instantly transformed into a member of a family, of your family. "I'm sorry General Cross. Would you like me to ... get you a coffee or something? Some green tea maybe? Ibuprofen? You look like you need it." As she was about to make her way to go fetch him something there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it." Seeing as how she was up anyways...

She was greeted at the door by a young man with white hair. His features were rather fetching, granting him a good once over. The lithe form was clad simply which she could appreciate, and the odd adornment of the black scarf gave rise to an eyebrow but she really didn't feel like saying much about it seeing as how she had just recently met the man. "Hello, come in." Clad in a grey pilot suit it left very little to the imagination. As tight as a second skin you could see her toned musculature through the fabric and where it had been damaged, singed and torn her tantalizing flesh teased the eye. Electric blue lines accentuated her curves, hugging onto her sensuous hour-glass figure. Sliding up her legs and hips, down to her inner thighs disappearing momentarily as they traveled to sacred depths drawing the eyes helplessly to them. The voluptuousness of her chest was a detail that could not be missed seeing as how the neck to her suit was torn, dipping down and revealing an ample amount of her supple cleavage which those bright lines did not miss either, for they were painted on both sides. Yes, she looked like a wreck, bloodstains marring the design of the suit, interrupting the smooth gray with the ugliness of war, and yes, her lustrous, long, dark hair was currently up and disheveled, but her form was nothing to be ignored. Even a blind man could see her alluring aesthetics and sense her power. Stepping to the side she made room for him to walk in. Looking over her shoulder she called to the general. "General, you have a guest?" Wondering if he had even heard her at all to begin with. As the young man walked in, her keen emerald sights took note of his body language.


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Location: Waltzing the hall, going for General Cross' Office.



After finishing up what seemed like a damned ton of paper work, Ira looked at the digital clock on his desk. The right corner of his mouth seemed to pucker some, as if he had something sour on that side. He pushed himself up out of the office chair and laid the pen atop the desk, leaving it there as he went to his small bathroom. He went to brushing his teeth, getting everyone of them sudded up with the paste and soon spitting it all into the sink. After this ritual, Ira excused himself from his quaters and took to the hallways. he was sure ol' Cross had something for him to do, being that Ira originaly had no other classes planned today and he had finished up what work he had in his quaters. Several students walking around, young men and women who looked to be rather fresh faced and unscaved by the terrors of war. Very much unlike Ira, smile like scars cut deep from both corners of his mouth up each side of his cheeks. An old scar sat just above his right eye, and there were several on the under side of his forearms. Others riddled around his body, all of them thanks to those of the Divided. Turning down corridors and passsing what seemed like a sea of FNG's, Ira finally made it to the General's office, or atleast on the same hall. He quickly saw that people were inside and so he merely came to just beside the door, resting his back against the wall and crossing his arms. he would wait for Cross' guest to leave and give the old man the respect he deserved. Ira was all too aware of how much work he had to do in order to become a General and he too had seen some of the worst battles of the war, just as Ira has.

He went to humming "God Save The Queen", not the old Sex Pistols song, but the actual song that was often sang upon arrival of the Queen of the United Kingdom, back when it was the UK, anyway. He even faintly mouthed some of the lyrics.
"God save our gracious Queen, long live our noble Queen...God save the Queen..Send her victorious, happy and glorious, long to reign over us, God save the Queen.." He then trailed off into another hum. His voice was quite deep, bore a fair amount of grit, and a most certain British accent, more specificly and East London accent.
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The silence was broken when Animus offered to get him a list of things. "A vacation would be nice...", He let out a short-lived laugh before completely halting again. A knock at the door soon followed, which Animus went to answer. He looked back over his shoulder as Cyprus entered. "I've told you before, Cyprus. You have no need to knock. Simply enter.", He offered a small smile and even a light chuckle, "Such manners are very unfitting for your codename.". Of course, he'd called for the Zeros to join him in the briefing room. He noticed, however, just before the door closed, that there was someone waiting outside. "You get in here as well, Rooster.", He called out so that the instructor could hear.

"Please, have a seat.", He said, looking at Cyprus and gesturing to one of the various seats in the briefing room. "The rest of your unit is on the way back from school as we speak.", He said before turning to Ira, "And what can I do for you, Sergeant?", he asked before being interrupted by the radio once more. "I'm sorry. One moment.", He said, raising a finger and making his way back to the radio. "Go ahead, Zero Transport, this is Cross, over.", He said, listening intently.

"Sir. There is a slight chance that we took off without a member or a few members of Gale Zero. Over.", The voice on the other end of the frequency said.

Cross ran his fingers through his hair, from his forehead to the back of his head before responding, "....What do you mean 'slight chance'..?".

"..........We took off without a member or a few members of Gale Zero, sir. Over...?", The pilot said, nervously.

Cross tapped his finger on the radio in silence. "How. Did you manage that.", He said, in less of a question and more of a statement, clearly not pleased.

"We assumed that the Zero unit would have all been together at the time of pickup, as usual, sir, we didn't think to count heads. Over."
, The pilot responded.


"Why haven't you turned around to get them?", Cross asked, "Why haven't you gone back for them yet? Why are you telling me you forgot them?".

"Well, sir, we... We put the idea out there but we're being met with some difficulty..."
, The pilot said, still sounding nervous.


"Difficulty. How much more difficult could it be than carrying the orders I specifically assigned to you, and the orders I'm going to assign to you when I see your sorry carcass drag itself in here?", Cross asked, his voice growing even more intimidating.

"No, no! Keep on going! It'll be ******** awesome!"
, A voice said in the back from the other end.


Cross dropped the radio and put his hand on his forehead. "Rabbit...", He said on a sigh. He lifted the radio up again and said, "Just get them here I'll send for a second transport to collect the others. General Cross, out.", right after, he changed the frequency of the radio and lifted it to his mouth again. "This is Gale General Cross. Send the quickest transport we have to the school in the city, the first transport only collected a fraction of Gale Zero. The rest will be waiting for you outside the school. Cross, out.", He said, setting the radio down and leaning back on one of the seats himself, after. Once more, he seemed to lose his train of thought. They had no idea how urgent it really was, treating it like any other summon to the briefing room. He had only himself to blame, really, for not specifying how important this matter was.
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Cyprus took notice of the female that answered to the door and gave her a small curve of a smile along with a nod of acknowledgement to her. His footsteps matched that of his heartbeat as he made his way inside the room. A talent that had to be bore into a child's skull to allow no excess noise to fill your ears.

Standing in a formal position, hands behind back with a straight posture directed towards his superior officer in the military, Cyprus listened to the General make a remark about his codename and the way he entered in. Getting used to the fact that not many secrets were kept here in the Gale Zero project was one thing that he hadn't grown to. But here he stood, barefoot and waiting. The pale blue eyes only looked at the seats in the briefing room but he didn't sit in one. Instead, he stood behind one of the seats in the middle, one that looked perfect to the finest detail. Another on the opposite side was where Zane usually sat. The difference in the two white haired pilot's chairs were seen clearly to any that entered. Rabbit, as many called him, had nearly decimated the fabric of the chair and took the liberty of making designs along the arms.

Cyprus remained quiet and only glanced at Mr. Rooster. The unit's teacher in survival and a Sergeant in the military tree. As having been in life and death situations, that man was the closest thing to the brotherhood that he left several years ago. The eyes searched once more and stopped at the woman that had answered the door. She was indeed messy from a previous fight or something of that nature, but her beauty still shown through it. The people in front of the pilot were blurred over by a memory of some of the pilot's past.

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Having just finished breakfast of the scarce bread and limited amount of meat, the troops leading a raid on a medium security prison stood around their vehicles checking the weapons they held one last time. Ten men in total, three being boys older than seven. Their initial objective was to go in, get their allies, get out. But if any of the troops found something useful during their assault, they were to find a way to bring it along undetected.

Russia's finest criminals were located in a maximum security prison closer tot eh military base that held their more advanced weapons so the high valued members of their society wouldn't be able to to be recovered during this attack. This left Cyprus to be the scout and primary infiltrator to lead the rest of the more trigger happy allies in to where the guards would shoot before thinking.

Being ten with a history for being the sharpest knife among blades, the boy cared not for his safety but for the mission's success. That morning the vehicles stolen from raiders in the east, set out on a half hour drive to where the boy's life had been altered by a non war related object.


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" Yeah... Yeah. " That was all she had to say to the other girl, giving a quick bye before hanging up the phone and looking forward. She needed to get back to base, but surely they weren't going to just leave one of the members sitting around trying to hail a cab, right? If she did have to take a damn taxi back to base, She certainly knew who would be paying for her ride. She had already started walking, but something told her that maybe she should get back to wait outside the school, that perhaps someone would tell the damn thing to turn around and disregard anything Zane had to say.

With a sigh she turned around to head back and wait... She was still torn between just leaving and making her own way there or waiting, A transport would be a hell of a lot faster then a taxi... A taxi which would probably be getting stuck in traffic. Now... What to do while she passed the time waiting and hoping someone would come back for her? Well, First she'd go back to her phone and rename Zane in her contact list... a*****e seemed suitable. Well, that didn't waste too much time... Now what? Hmm, She began to think, Perhaps she should text someone? Maybe send some threats to Zane? Had He really gotten under her skin that badly? Of course, He was Zane, that was one of his skills, super annoyance!

Perhaps she should stop thinking about Zane and his antics, focus on something else until the transport arrived... If it arrived. She'd play a little game on her phone, thats what she'd do! A few quick swipes and presses and she was playing a small little game, something to keep her occupied as she passed the time until... To her surprise a noise caught her attention, causing her to look to the sky... A transport already? Wow! Quickly ending the game and putting her phone away in her pocket, She waited for the thing to land... It didn't seem to be the same one the rest of the team had left on, instead it seemed to have been sent out to just collect her. Once it had landed, she wasted no time in boarding, speaking up before the pilot had a chance to say anything.

" Theres no one else, Just get me to the base and get me there fast so I can destroy that little b*****d. " Of course she was talking about Zane... the pilot had no clue about this and seemed a wee bit concerned about it, but didn't bring it up. Instead the transport readied for take off once more as she got settled in. Soon enough they were up and off, rushing to catch up with the others. Shifting around slightly to allow her to pull her phone out from under her, She quickly looked through her contacts again and decided to a call a certain one... 'a*****e'. " Hey, Zane. " She said calmly, regardless if he answered or she went to voice mail.

" Just thought I'd let you know another transport came and picked me up, no thanks to you I assume. Now, I'm not sure if Pan gave you my little message or not, But your a** is mine, Pretty boy. I swear I don't care how well trained in combat you are, I will destroy you when I see you again. Okay? Okay. Love ya, bye. " With that said, She hung up and shifted again to put her phone away... Now she'd just enjoy the ride back to base and hopefully find some time to work in destroying Zane in her schedule.
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User ImageAnd it was then that Zane felt a disturbance in the ether, as if someone were shouting his name in righteous fury. Wouldn't be the first time, hey-oh! Right after, Zane was questioned by Pan about the 'flawless buns' comment. His face went blank and he stared at her vacantly. "...Umm...", He began, his eyes rolling up to the ceiling in thought, ".....Bis....cuits...", he said, as it was all he could really think to say for some reason, and Pan continued on talking

He heard the pilots talking about going back when they heard the conversation. To avoid answering innocent little Pan's question about his perverted comment in more detail, he shot up and went over to the pilots before sticking his head between them and saying, "What?! We have to get to base, don't go back!", and slapping them both in the side of the head in one graceful motion. They protested, of course, and one of them got on the radio, with General Cross on the other line. "No, no, keep on going! It'll be ******** awesome!", He said with zeal, clinching his hand into a fist and putting on a look of serious triumph.

Victory. Cross had them keep on their route and dispatched a second carrier to retrieve Alex. When he sat down, Pandora was still looking at him with those eyes, still wanting to know the answer, god dammit, why did she have to be so freaking adorable all the time!? "Really!?", He asked, gripping his hair in his hands. Then, she sat up and pulled her phone out. Second bullet? Dodged!

As she spoke, however, it was clear who she was talking to, judging by the voice on the other line as well as the concerned look that crossed over Pan's face. With interest and mischief in his grin he got down on his knees beside Pan and pressed his ear to her phone so he could listen. He slapped his hand over his mouth and forced a laugh back, his eyes tearing up a bit. When she mentioned something having to do with her foot in his rear end he said, "I'll try anything once.", but it was too late for a response. Alex had already hung up.

"Don't worry about her. They'll get her."
, He said, smiling at Pan and leaning back against the seat, still sitting on the floor beside her. He put his hands behind his head and added, "She's all bark and no............", he paused and his expression went to one of quirky thought. Alex certainly had a fair bit of bite, ".......Well, she's got a whole lot of bark.", he concluded, fixing his eyes back on Pan. They were almost back at base anyways.

And then, his phone vibrated and he looked at the screen. 'Her' again. He grinned eagerly and let and an, "Oooh..", before flipping it open and putting it up to his ear. He didn't say anything to make her think it went to voicemail and he held back a laugh as she threatened him. "Y'know, your voice is really sexy when you're angry.", He said. When she said she would destroy him the next time she saw him, he said, "Oh, dear, that's really soon.". When she hung up, he smiled and said, "Awww. She loves me.". Clearly, he wasn't worried about the consequences.
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"But I've a rendezvous with Death at midnight in some flaming town, when Spring trips north again this year, and I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.." - From Alan Seeger's Rendezvous with Death.

Location: General Cross' Office.


Ira waited until the General had finished giving orders and conversing before to took an attention stance in the doorway, and a salute. "General Cross, sir.." He quickly spoke up, setting his right arm at his side like his left had already been. It was then he continued to speak to the older male. "Seeing as the students haven't arrive I was in need of ways to occupy my time, do you have any short assignments or errands that I could preform, sir?" He showed the upmost respect, his eyes never leaving Cross' person and his stance was unwavering. Ira stood perfectly straight, his gloved hands in light fists, feet apart at the exact angle they were ment to be. A rather golden example of a soldier who had everything in order and was always willing to contribute to those of the United Forces, like what many believed a great soldier should be. It was well known that Ira has many a time gone above and beyond the call of duty, earning several medals in his long career with the United Forces. It was clear he had several years in him still, many believed that he'd go on to retire but a sad fact was, it was rare a Trooper of the 301st ever died a peaceful death or even lived to see past 47.


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                      "You mean they actually spoke to Zane? All I got was a lousy text message," she chirped playfully, folding her arms across her chest and pretending to look upset. Though she did give a quick wink to Pan. Miranda's play pout faded though as she considered Pan's words. It made sense, it was without a doubt in her mind, something the Divided were up to that resulted in them being pulled from class. She lifted a hand to her mouth, chewing on her nail in thought. The more she thought about, the more worried she was getting. Her stomach would be in a uproar if she had one. With her other hand, she poked at the skin on her belly, feeling the hardness of her the metal that filled her body. The pressure hurt a bit, but the pain cleared her head.

                      Looking back at the others, she was pretty sure she knew why Zane was always so... Well, random. The jokes probably helped from focusing to hard on what was happening around them; a distraction method she had definitely used a few times before. Everyone had their own ways of coping. Miranda found socializing worked best, so she got to her feet and moved a few seats closer to the others.

                      "Are we there yet?" She asked, though she knew full well where they were. All she had to do was access her computer chip implant and pull out a map and she could probably give everyone their exact time arrival... And the weather patterns of the surrounding area. But why do it herself when she could pester someone else with a question that every person uttered at least once their life.

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"Joker"


Because that old black rum's got a hold on me


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”So there I was, all alone. Surrounded by freaking 500 different mechs! They were all out for my blood, right? But I didn’t care! I kicked my own mech into high gear and cut through those ******** like butter!” Chris took another swig of whiskey as he regaled his tale to the three women that surrounded him. He had been out drinking, as usual, when he had spied these three beauties sitting off in a corner all by themselves. Naturally, he did what any self-respecting man would do: convince them he was a demigod and bed all three of them. Preferably all at once. More than once.

The women all giggled and drew in closer. The blonde one, he forgot her name…Cindy, maybe? No, that wasn’t right. Sandy? Sandra? Slutty? None of those were quite on the mark. Anyway, she was the one that started speaking in a very interested tone. ”Ohhh, I’m sure that must have been so scary! ♥” She cooed, leaning in closer toward Chris. He could tell from the way that she was acting that she was getting wasted. Now, it was time to seal the deal…

”Gale Base to Joker. Do you copy?”

The earpiece on the table sputtered softly, barely audible over the sound of the bar patrons. The redhead woman looked at Chris and gestured. ”Shouldn’t you get that? It sounds important.”

”Sure, sure. Later, Darling. I’m sure it’s no big deal. They probably just missed my company or something.”

”Gale Base to Joker. Do you copy?”

Chris picked up the earpiece and was about to stuff it into the pocket of his shirt when a very familiar, very angry voice erupted out the other end, loud enough to be heard by everyone in the bar.

”GOD DAMMIT, JOKER. GET YOUR DRUNK a** TO BASE NOW OR YOU’LL BE CLEANING LATRINES FOR A YEAR!


Chris winced. Unfortunately for him, the auditory assault had come at the precise moment when the device was the closest to his face. Heaving a heavy sigh, he replaced the infernal leash in his ear and pressed the button on its side. ”This is Joker. I copy.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. ”Sorry, ladies. But duty calls.” He muttered a few expletives under his breath as he exited the bar, head held low like a scolded puppy. Once outside, he noticed that the base had, conveniently, sent a transport to pick him up already. This shouldn’t have been a surprise, though. The military had been keeping a damn tight leash on him ever since “Operation Icarus” as he had taken to calling it. Hell, there was a good chance that those three floozies he had left inside were actually undercover ops making sure he didn’t drink too much. They allowed him to drink, on the condition he remained lucid enough to navigate at a moment’s notice. Of course, that hadn’t stopped Chris from showing up to work completely sloshed on more than one occasion, which earned him a severe a**-chewing from both Alicia and the higher-ups.

The ride back to Gale base was uneventful, as usual. After passing the requisite security checkpoints and the like, Chris found himself standing in the briefing room, where a few of the other members had already begun to gather. He made himself comfortable off in a corner and waited for the rest of the group to show up.



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Will I live for another day? Oh, will I live for another day?
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Amelia sighed a little as she got into the transport into the very back seat away from the crowd of her friends. Everyone was excited today because of the mission they were given, even though they had no idea what it was. Oh well, at least it was a mission and the young teenagers wouldn’t get bored from doing nothing but school and socializing. Amelia leaned against the seat and listened to everyone else talk with one another. She never really was one to be in crowds like this, but she was happy to be a part of the group. She gave a small smile as she looked among her friends and then looked out the window for a while. She never was the talkative type, and everyone looked like they were having fun talking with everyone else so she didn’t want to interrupt them by talking. She gave a smiled a little, listening to everyone talk amongst themselves.

Amelia looked up near the front seat and noticed Zane pick up his phone. Judging by the expression on his face, it must have been someone they all knew. She watched him pick up the phone and heard a loud voice on the other side of that call can even be heard from the back of the transport. Amelia tried to see if she could recognize the voice, but she couldn’t really tell. She shrugged her shoulders and sat back against her chair and looked out the window again. While looking out the window, she remembered what would happen on the mission if it was a dangerous mission. She just hoped that her friends and Blue Lightning wouldn’t get hurt. She didn’t want anything to happen to her friends on the mission, even though there has to be battling and damage to mechs during battle. Amelia shook her head a little to get the thought of Blue Lightning getting damaged or destroyed and looked at her friends, who were still talking with one another. She then traced her eyes to Miranda who wanted to know if they were there yet. “Who knows. I just hope we get there soon. General Cross is expecting us to get there as soon as possible. It must be very urgent.” She mumbled as she looked back to the window, admiring the scenery.


{ Out of Chaos: Sorry for the very late reply. Was busy with life. I log on with my phone to read up on what’s going on every once in a while. ^^ Hopefully, I’ll log on more. }
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Click, that was all she got, a click? Blinking in surprise Pan shrugged and put her phone back into the back pocket of her jeans. Just as she was about to question Zane again his phone rang. ' He's avoiding answering me again..'
' There a reason for that...'
' Did you say something Relic?'
'No..not at all.'
Inwardly she sighed as she watched Zane grin and harass whoever it was on the other line, by the sounds of it a voicemail. 'From Alex I bet.' Considering the stunt Zane had just pulled by not going back, Pan was certain it was Alex and that was why she had felt pure wrath seeping through her phone earlier.

Slowly Pan stared back at Zane, who was now sitting next to her on the floor., while explaining to her that she need not worry about Alex. "It's not her I'm worried about." Softly she pulled concerned, slightly sarcastic eyes up to him and then out the window where the outline of Gale base could be clearly seen--it almost seemed like something was happening there. Squinting a little Pan thought she saw sparks in the distance.. Oh well.
Turning her attention back to her teammates Pan pointed a finger out the window in answer to Miranda's question. Even though she knew Miranda could access that information easily, she also knew how nice it was to act normal. "We're almost there. I can see the base from here, it shouldn't be more than a minute or two more." After all the Gale Zero unit didn't have just any transports, they were quite possibly the fastest in the United. When the team was called they needed to be able to respond quickly.

Absently she wondered how the others where getting to the base. Maybe they too had to have another transport sent after them. Well there was nothing to be done for it now, they were basically at the base. Which reminded her that she was going to have to ask General Cross what Zane had meant by 'flawless buns' because she knew he wasn't willing to give her the answer, or at least not the right one. Sitting back down on the cold floor leaning her head against Zane instead of the seats behind her. "I think Alex means to kill you this time. She said, ‘ Just tell Zane to prepare his a** because when I catch up with him I'll be shoving my foot so far up it that its going to be a three legged race to the hospital.' "

Glancing up at him from her position Pan mimicked Alex with her softer voice and ‘stern‘ face. It just ended up sounding and looking ridiculous. Not quite done with her play acting she went to poke his chest and as luck would have it the transport came to a complete stop at the same time. Not prepared she was flung right into Zane chest. ‘Note to self, Zane’s chest is hard....and it hurts..’ Normally she was not such a klutz and a very graceful girl, but she had been trying to act out Alex in a rage and a furious Alex was not exactly the picture of balance. “Owwy..” She mumbled as the transport doors opened. She could feel the beginnings of embarrassment flooding her cheeks. ‘ I feel like moron today..’

{{Occ// My brain isn't willing to work today and thus this post was born. Sorry. ))

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