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Turning his head to the 'scolding' given by the higher ranking soldier, Blitz raised a eyebrow to her words. Ballsy. And vary correct. Something that was better said, from what he was trying to get across from the beginning. Yet, they all distracted themselves with challenging him.

Blitz turned himself in a pivot, slipped his hand from his pocket, and his posture for the first time turned acute. His single teal eye matched Kai's own cold gaze, as a strict salute marked his brow.

"Yes, Sir." Blitz spoke in a strong tone that even made his slick voice sound solid, as he answered the higher ranking officer. Respect given.

Of course, more would be expected more from a soldier of the republic, her words where well spoken. Yes, even off duty. He gave the high rank, the respect she earned-only cause she just now earned it from-him. So on or off duty he would salute her.

As the intercom cracked out, and Sakashi changed the subject. Blitz let his salute fall and his stance relax to it's more aloof one.

Raffle. Like they were some kind of machine that could be prized off...

"No, Ma'am." Blitz answered distastefully let his chilled gaze slip slowly from Sakashi and the Black Gaint and he turned to dismiss himself.

Giving away Zoids, it just didn't seem right to him. A Zoid was a partner, and in such they are assigned and they choose each other. So the idea of 'winning' such as a Organoid was....distasteful. Like lapping up lukewarm water, that has sat in a plastic container over a period of days-forced to do so only to quince a lasting thirst. It made the stomach uneasy.

Going out to better company of Squall seemed more then appealing, as interesting as Kyrea Sakashi was. He didn't feel like lingering with such a 'open' company, nor was seeing the General a interesting as well-just another person to boss him around. A 'fair off' seriousness replaced on his face, as he turned and started to walk away.

Thera stalked over to Spirit and climbed inside, she pulled the seat forward revealing a compartment that carried mostly tools. She glanced back at the monitor. Briefly she considered leaving, but she wasn't going to let one johnny raincloud chase her off. She turned back and grabbed a bag of tools. She returned the seat to it's original position, she then turned to one of the smaller side monitors and after a few clicks it started running a quick diagnostic program. While it was working she grabbed the tools, making sure the package was securely closed, and dropped them down next to the front paw.

She dropped them right as the person came on the speaker announcing the General's approximate arrival time and it landed with a loud clang right after the person finished their announcement. She was slightly satisfied by the sound of them landing on the ground and turned back around to see what the program had found. Just as she had thought and been complained to about the Liger's front right leg was damaged internally, a fix that was impossible to completely handle here but she would do her best to temporarily fix it for now.

As Thera started to exit the cockpit she glanced over at the others. The group had shrunk by a few people, but Thera wasn't ready to go back over there yet. Even if the man appeared to be leaving. Suddenly something small, moving, and metallic caught her eye. As she looked harder at it she noticed that it was an MRZ. Thera was almost certain when it's owner caught it the little thing would be in a bit of trouble. Without more delay she quickly disembarked her Liger's Cockpit.

Sonnet tossed a quick salute after the retreating man before he disappeared into the crowd. She mentally noted what to do for the raffle as the announcement was made followed by a loud clang. Sonnet quickly glanced around to see Thera looking down at the ground from the cockpit of her Zoid, she then returned her view to kyrea.

When Kyrea responded to what Sonnet had said earlier she nodded. "Touche, but very true," Sonnet conceded noting that the woman didn't respond as she had expected. The woman then turned to Mya and spoke, but Sonnet got the feeling that it was meant as advise to the entire group.

As Blitz responded to Kyrea's question with distaste, Sonnet wondered what Thera was doing over there. When Blitz turned to leave she didn't say anything."I am considering entering the raffle," she finally responded with a thoughtful look on her face. Through the crowds she didn't notice the little MRZ approaching at all.

True to the announcer's words it had been ten minutes before the General's ZOID Ixion White could be seen approaching the reserved 'parking', overshadowing his entourage of seven distinct adv. blade ligers.

-Sir, you should not let such reports distract you.- The ZOID assured his pilot as they came to a stop. -I am positive that they are false. You know as well as I do there is not a possibility he would. Should it ease your mind, I will search for her quietly through radar and find out where these rumors are rooted.-

Nicodemus closed the information screen to his right as his ZOID gave him a comforting speech. His brow furrowed. Of course he did not believe the rumors accusing, it was the reports of a 'man hunt' being instated that had grasped at his mind. "Thank you White." He managed to reply thankfully after a moment of thought.

The entourage were already out of their ZOIDs and ready to accompany the General. A massive latter was being prepared for him to exit his ZOID. (Not that he needed it, it was more of a formality.) Nicodemus adjusted his uniform collar and prepared to enter the event.

Kard had miraculously managed to not hear a thing that Angelina had said to him. He was so involved in his work that he had forgotten where he had been for a moment as he turned around to face the two women -still- there. The blush that had formerly vanished from his face was renewed as he looked from the two ladies.

*Ahem* he cleared his throat. "I-uh, s-ssorry, I was. Um, you see, completing-" He begun to rub the back of his head nervously. "They needed attention. I-I sometimes, ya know, get lost in m-my work. B-but they a-are ready now. J-just in time."

He stuttered the apology and continued to rub the back of his head.

Revel wiped the immense amount of sweat from his brow as he made his way toward the latrine. The room was spinning, noises were noisier than they should be and his entire body burned as if someone had set fire to it. His breathing was quite labored at this point. Each breath seemed to take more and more out of his posture as he begun to slump more and more with each step.

Michal was in the same shape as Revel seemed to be. His hand remained on his brow as he walked like a drunkard behind Revel. Andrew had to guide Revel and Mathew along the way to the restroom and occasionally keep them from falling over as they tipped one way or the other.

A medic had been alerted to their sudden strange behavior. Kip Patterson, the tall medium built medic on the premiss and his assistant Flora Matterson were already on their way to the loo to investigate the occurrence.

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Cruse fidgeted in the cockpit of his Shield liger, being piloted by his own personal escort and Psychiatrist. Since that tragic event that rendered his mind fearful of even his shadow he had not left the house until now. A great progress in his recovery according to the psychiatrist. However, he was only looking forward to seeing Angelina again... Recovery, therapy and the likes were not on his mind.

Walking past a few people in the crowd, Blitz's single eye-just as everyone else caught the sight of the tiny dragon making his way though the sea of soldiers standing trickled about in small packs. Feeling the slightly hold of eyes on him, he ignored it-as it always felt like common place. At least he could captivate a audience -be it mostly annoyance and anger. He did have that talent about him-he did tend to leave a lasting impression.((Small Edit smile ) Much like that Dark shadow of a Zoid that towered over the pilot that had gained some of his respect.

Pausing in the speed of his step, he considered the small creature. "Glowing Blond eyes of a star fire bright; a creature of such squandered height. Wings taunting the heavens of the night. " The male spoke with a bit of a chuckle as he shifted by another as he moved to cross the path of the small dragon.

"a sea of leggings of leather left and right, tell me ebony horned dragon of your plight." Blitz shifted to one knee to the creature, and slowly his gloved hand lowered to the ground in front of the MRZ. Inviting it to come to him, that he may help it-and not let a careless boot trample it.

"You have to be careful you see, not all are as watch full as me." Blitz actually smiled as he looked to the little winged dragon.

"God, I am good." Blitz smirked to himself, relishing in his own little rhyme, Not actually fully caring if the MRZ took the offer to climb on the hand or not, Blitz honestly was just concerned for the safety of the small thing. Unlike most humans, he could actually get along with most Zoids. He seemed to like them better, a common understanding between them and he. As for the bit of poetry, well....call it a whimsical spell-he had no expectations to the MRZ actually understanding him-as it was for himself.

As for the others he had left behind in the group, the General was coming and no doubt was there now as commotion was stired up. But his attention fell on else where, if not the MRZ he could always find return to his reading and Squall.

Thera had just finished pulling the panel, behind which she would be working on when there was a commotion to her back. She placed the panel carefully on the ground and turned around to see the processions enter the area. She hadn't seen the General's Zoid but it was obvious that the beautiful stallion was his.

She glanced back at the now open panel on Spirit's leg and the bag of tools. She doubted anyone would steal anything during the event, but just in case she made sure that the cockpit was at least locked. looking down at her hands she noticed they were filthy, but her anger had dissipated in the short time she had been over with her Liger. She quickly headed towards the restroom.

Sonnet was starting to get concerned, though the threat of a fight had passed, but there was still a dark feeling in the air. Not to mention that the Organoid was agitated, seemingly picking up on the atmosphere too. She followed his look and saw the MRZ picking it's way through the crowd and saw Blitz calling something to it.

"It is always nice to have someone at your back," Sonnet said, "whether it's a friend, Organoid, or MRZ." She couldn't wait until she had a Zoid of her own.

As the general's group walked in Sonnet almost had the same reaction as Mya, but managed to keep most of the reaction in her eyes. The actual thing out shined everything she had ever seen or heard about the machine. "It's magnificent," she said moving forward a little bringing her parallel with Mya. That Zoid probably had a ton of enhancements and the newest technology. Sonnet was wondering what it's fighting capabilities were. The entire time that it took for the Zoid to make it into its reserved space, she was trying judge what it was equipped for it didn't look like a 'sitting on the sidelines' Zoid; it was ready for action or so it appeared.

The colossal ZOID's hatch hissed as the canopy begun to open. Nicodemus watched the light filter into the cockpit with a sigh. He glanced out to the crowed of people who had assembled, taking good note of the shadowy black organoid, than looked back at the controls of his ZOID.

"Defender, as soon as the crowed disperses go and look for him." He spoke to the Organoid within the massive ZOID's core. White snorted mechanically, his sapphire eyes flashed.

"Thank you gentleman." Nicodemus smiled as he thanked his robotic partners. At least now he could focus a little more on the event at hand. Defender was good at tracking... he'd find him.

One more deep breath and Nicodemus was out of the cockpit, medals clinking as they swayed a little in motion of his decent.

As he neared the bottom of the steps his entourage of impressive bodyguards begun to assemble and form around the edge. Like Ixion towered over their own ZOIDs, Nicodemus towered over the guards by nearly two feet. In fact the 8' 0" "godzilla" general stood over everyone he ever encountered. It was common knowledge that Nicodemus Whitebane was Dr. Fox's most celebrated experiment. Seconded only by a reconstruction experiment over eight years ago. (Though mention of that experiment has been 'banned' in the Empire)

At least he wouldn't have to make a formal speech. With this informal event a simple tip of the hat and 'at ease' would do.

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Cruse arrived in less of an obvious fashion than the general had. In fact he was taken in the back with his middle-aged male of a psychiatrist in tow.

Emerald eyes shifted nervously about the ZOIDs in the hanger as he shook a little. This was his fist time out since the incident, it was still hard not to see that devilish mask every time he blinked. Less and less. He had even accepted his psychiatrists' story that he had been sleep walking and given himself that strange cross scar over his eye one night. If only because it gave him less to think about during the day.

"Miss... Solaris..." He near squeaked as he sheepishly lifted his hand. The balding psychiatrist in his shadow simply stood and watched Cruse 'interact', taking mental notes on his progress.

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Thera would see a small group of paramedics entering the restrooms, some caring equipment while another two brought in stretchers. All focused on some very serious task. One of the soldiers turned from the medics and begun to approach Thera. "This area is off limits, you'll have to use the facilities on the other side." He spoke a little rushed, eager to get back to the commotion.

Andrew stood just outside the bathroom door engaged in an intense conversation with a few of the medics.

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Kard wiped around at the soft ping from one of the pods. The blue one begun to stir demanding to be released.

Seraphim regarded Ixion as he entered from his place in the hanger, refusing to admit to itself that Ixion was actually more impressive than itself, comment on that matter ever came from the white zoid. Too Seraphim regarded the shield liger making its way into the hanger for a moment, though it was unsure as of why.

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Angelina nodded “Oh I do know how that is, I do that when I paint.” She admitted, though in a rather simple tone, she always enjoyed getting lost in her work, when she had the time that is, and lately that hadn’t been the case. “Cute, the blue one wants out, I expect the other will wake soon too then.” she chuckled a little bit at its attempts to escape the capsule. It would meet its new partner now; hopefully things wouldn’t turn out for the worse a second time. It was hard on everyone, including the Zoids, this was the only saving grace they could give the military only wanted to use them as tools. Angelina couldn’t stand the thought of what would happen if she died, where would Raziel and Seraphim go?

Lorna was the first to notice when Cruse came in, she didn't get the besst impression right off the bat he seemed scruffy and unshaven. she wasn’t sure who he was at first either, wasn’t this place supposed to be restricted to required personnel only? And who on earth was the man behind him? Taking notes on what, she wondered briefly, though the man seemed to know Angelina. This wasn’t a picnic, the organoids were going to wake soon they would have to move and stay alert. That woman seemed to know everyone... And Lorna being the polar opposite kept often to herself.

Raziel moved back from the panel to Angelina craning its neck to see the new arrival. There was something off about him.

Cruse really did look worse for wear, his hair seemed much longer too, the scar the recognized he’d gotten it during the mission. Angelina shivered recalling the broken memories of that time and the feeling there. But still she was happy to see he was, as well as could be expected, he was out and about with people, and nothing had been seen or heard of the guy since that mission some time ago.

Regardless Angelina smiled at him "Private Cruse," though she honestly wasn’t sure what else to say, she was at a loss for words she had often thought about it, but everything she wanted to say stuck in her throat. “Tha, thank you.” She managed to get out motioning to Raziel and giving a little bow.

She sighed quietly, “I’m sorry,” she spoke up for the first time in a while “I’ll have to politely ask you to leave unless you have some sort of written permission from the higher ups, socializing can be done after the event.” Though Lorna and Angelina had no Idea of the ongoing outside when the general appeared and the medical team had reached the bathroom. It was most likely safer here than out there with less than the great mob.

“Lorna?” Angelina said with some surprise “It’s alright,” she assured the other soldier, unlike Lorna she knew a little of what Cruse had gone through, though it was nowhere near as severe as his affliction. Angelina could vaguely remember the nightmares that had affected her when she had just returned though she only passed them off as dreams.

As Skylar Obliged him, and crawled on his shoulder, Blitz glanced over his shoulder to the Dark Organoid. His shirtless, defined shoulder easily took on the task of perch for Zoid-let.

"Now, I think he might be thinking of a different kind of play, little one." Blitz spoke as he turned his body slightly in a lean to look at Organoid and partner. He gave the black dragon a smirk, and a upward nod of his head. "Vary fearsome, my friend." Turning his head he looked to the tiny dragon on his shoulder.

"One that involves a certain kind of mauling." The male smiled to living machine and raised his hand to poke his small nose. His voice danced with a certain kind of whimsicalness as he let his eyes more closely look at the marking and wings of the MRZ.

"Now..." Blitz spoke as his took his finger tip back to lightly brushed the corner of his goatee. "I do, believe I know who takes care of you." Mischief mused, feeling the word 'own' was a bit overused and a little incorrect. The wings of the tiny Zoid where vary much the same as Squall's...who was the second of another. The partner of this Zoid, he had met in a bar and they talked briefly about his friend Chase.

Now, where would he find such a soldier? Glancing around he turned a bit to see where he could, his finger tip still rested at a tug on his scuff as his single eye scanned where he could...Then it occurred to him and caused him to noticeably rolling his eye. Of course, where were all the Pilot's now going...to greet the General...

Letting out a sigh, Blitz briefly closed his eye. And he had thought he could slipped away with out meeting the man face to face. Letting his hand fall from his face he let it slung in his pocket as he moved toward the crowd and the soldiers at attention. Stopping, behind a row that greeted the General, his teal eyes shifted over to the woman he stood behind a few paces away, Kai.

A amused huff left him as he watched the male across from her sweat nervously to the gaze she must have hawked on him. A smirk was placed on his lips at the discomfort the man shown.

"You got to be kidding me..." Blitz spoke in a murmur to himself at the sight of General, his single gaze slipped to the side...talk about over compensation. For what? Now, that was the question of the day, wasn't it....

Still he didn't salute, or give attention...perhaps it slipped his mind.