It was roughly a month since Wren even had her First Deployment Ever -- a mission gone absolutely wrong and horrible that they'd requested a Starkbot undertake for the sake of having a reliable agent... And of course, like a dangus, instead of letting one of the others go, Wren listened to Forte's stories too oftyen and decided as his sibling it was her Holy Mission to take up the fighting. Nope. She's ended up panicking, with a novice navigator that stopped Coping as Wren needed her, and the operation was taken over by one of the new Repliforce agents. Who, Wren kept musing, certainly had a nice butt. A nice butt that was attached to a nice person who not only took on navigation long enough for her to wiggle into the smallest hole she could, but had gone fieldside to help and okay maybe his entire person was a Distraction, but really, when the best description of a man was a voice like honeybutter, a face like an angel, and the body of a greek statue (probably),m well Wren was about as distracted as Zero over... Some... Brunette that looked WAY too small to be half as hardy as it appeared she was to handle ZERO.
Wren wondered about that girl though.
No, today was a day for perdsonal recon, and to get out of the tower before Forte, Jarvis, and Nic had her a** for ewandering into a stupid fangirl fantasy again. The best operation to distract herself, thus, was a good, hard flight followed by snooping on the city to see what was going on -- and the 'good hard flight' was over, the female Reploid coming over the city streets lazily, sending pings to the air control towerts as she darted and wove about, no flight plan in mind for the time being. As long as she caused no danger there was no risk. and the female was more than relaxed as she watching streets rapidly fly below in a nigh-blur, humming to herself. The grid patterns were lines and Wren was more than content to move along amiably, humming as she moved to explore, when the bright ambiance of a parade caught her eye. There was music, and people, and Wren darted and bobbed to look, the female android far from bored now as she closed in.
The avenue was decorated in flags and tickertape, and more than a handful of banners drawing the eye as Wren circled high above, looking down below. People were gathered to watch the area and Wren could almost tell Something was going on, the female android darting for the beginning, watching the people below in intrigue.
Repliforce had been active a month, mostly to get things shaken out and situated, and Wren was under assumption their existance was public, but now it was clear the orghanization was being formally introduced to the population, and she had to admit even above -- there were a ******** lot of them. It was obviously organized for political rteasons and to garner attention, and the female hummed in curiousity, deciding to follow by air, glad to see her presence above was ignored by just how many people were around -- or she was ignored because she was unarmed for the moment. Regardless the reason, Wren was privvy to enjoy the entire pomp and circumstance, watchingh each rank moving in unison. It was, on a level, fascinating how fast the organization was equipped, and every so oftenthe small android moved perches to track, intrigue written on her features as she moved. There were blimps passing displaying some pomp address by their leader or somesuch, music, the entire works to keep people focused, but Wren was far more interested in watching the soldiers move. Wren had only ever seen Colonel in action -- the reploid was hardy and built like a tank from a tactical standpoint, and the small girl was far from put off by how in-sync the soldiers moved, making mental note of each rank group with intrigue. There were several division; ground, sky, and sea, and the girl had to admit she wanted to run their asirforce through it's paces -- with the loss of the Maverick Hunters' aerial divbision, outside contractors were often bnadgered for their aerial units and Stark was no exception. Wren herself was almost seized for use several times, were it not for how carefully her father and Anthony worked, and the girl was not afraid to think her Mama Ri meddled as well, but it had led to Wren deciding to try coimbat at all, the female meant to fly, and meant to hold her own in the sky. The fact she was aerobatic was a mark of pride, and Wren made an Aelieron roll as she followed idly, smitking. For now the sky and sea were on land for showing off, and honestly, the temptation to taunt was almost unignorable.
Almost.
Wren dipped, gliding from perch to perch as buildings came closer and closer, and Wren mentally noted she was entering a portion of town even she couldn't previously fly over -- a ban, she was pleased to find, that wasn't in place but all the same she dropped lower, keeping out of sight and tapped her chin, head tilting. THIS was intriguing -- an end destination in the off-limits area... Or previously, and the girl moved to keep up silently, watching them move to gather, eyes focused as she remained hiding, watching, and finally sitting as they began to pour... In somewhere. A base? Their base? No, an open podium next to a base for the public, and Wren dipped her head. Being out of doors was absolutely boggling, the girl pondering as she hummed. She'd have to bug Zero or someone about it, she decided. She was more like to see Zero before running into the gorgeous piece Colonel, she presumed, and the female rose, stretyching as she preparted to leave, and looked straight ahead aty a face at her eyelevel, and nearly fainted out of her perch at tjhe sight of General.
"Holy s**t. Hello."
"Hello."
