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Twit trotted on up to the huge complex, the black tarmac, darkened by oil, the huge building in the center a glossy shade of black, same as the tarmac. Unceremoniously, Twit dropped the warshark onto a pad numbered 7, which started going down. Edge turned in his seat in the cockpit to look at Cho.

"Did you enjoy the ride?"

"The name is Leon, Leon Maguro Edge, you can call me Edge."

He opened the cockpit and climbed out.

"This is my Lightning Saix, his name is Twit, he's got feelings by the way, so say thank you when you get out, you don't live with him. Twit, lay down."

Twit laid down and put his head on the ground.

"So you don't fall as far."

((Last post of the night. I'll be back on after 2 o'clock my time, 17 hours from now for the rest of you. You'll have to do the math yourself. Edge, signing out.))

"Depends on a few things. External damage, internal damage, scrap metal supplies, obedience of your zoid, possible upgrades you may want, yada yada yada. This IS a military base, abandoned of course, but it still runs very efficiently, meaning I can do pretty much everything. I can also keep out any group of zoids up to 30 strong. This is possible due to the 750 30mm laser cannons mounted on the perimeter as well as numerous heat seeking missile launchers, proximity mines, and code reading sensors that will activate hardened alloy spring loaded spikes. The only safe way in is the road we came down, and even then I constantly have forty 30mm to 50mm laser repeater cannons focused on it. The hangar itself is capable of holding up to 150 zoids of all sizes, there are 7 repair hangars below the storage space, and then an engineering facility. It has many features that I myself have crafted. I am a man of many talents. I am a mercenary, scavenger, mechanic, pilot, and above all I am an engineer. How about you Miss...?"

A perplexed look crossed his face.

"I didn't get your name. Or the name of your zoid."

"Born like that. In fact, he's not even a manufactured species. He's an oddity."

Thought momentarily.

"You're a mechanic? Wanna see something i've been working on for quite some time?"

"I have to make my own parts, that's why I pick scraps off the battlefields, to melt down. Mind you, I never melt down whole parts or mostly intact parts, like legs or cockpits, that would be plain dumb. As for that thing, well, follow me."

Turned and walked into the hangar, then to an elevator, and as he walked he said.

"So Cho, what are you, 17, 18? I'm 19 myself, but since i'm out here alone most of the time, I don't see very many ladies. However, I do happen to brnig back the pretty ones, but none so pretty as you. I'm looking for a co-worker right now, and maybe a partner in the romance department. Do you know anyone about your age that might like me?"

"Well..."

He said pushing a button labeled X-13.

"I think that as a mechanic, this would classify as a good time for you. This little project of mine uses intro-sychronous cores for real time battle data and live action actual damage observation. It's really quite a project."

((Last post for now, i'll post again when possible.))

"Not even close, you see this is just X-12. X-13 is much different"

The doors opened up to reveal a huge 750 by 750 by 750 underground cube shaped complex with a giant spherical model of Zi taking up the vast majority of it. Here and there miniature zoids of various species could be seen, close to 8 or 9.

"Each of these zoids on the globe are intro-sychronously corresponding to a larger counterpart. Whatever happens to them, happens to the mini. It's revolutionary if you ask me."

He pulled a Warshark a replica off of a conveyor belt.

"Your warshark."

He put it on the globe and watched as it traveled to and into the hangar on the globe.

"See what I mean?"