08: The Trueborn of the Gurren Brigade Tastes the Rainbow

[gurrenbrigbonded]

[Post X-Buster Mission]

[1]

Matthew supervises the repair work and drainage being done on his Nova in the wake of the assault of both E.V.I.L. and a surly Demon King upon the coastal city.

And by supervise, I mean he's staring with disbelief at the rainbow colors coating his Nova, a veritable tie-die worthy of the Summer of Love. And pondering washing them off with capital-ship grade laser weapons.

[2]

In one of the lounges, he's perusing a water-logged manga trade paperback recovered from that building he crashed into.

He snaps it shut with one hand. "Of course!"

[3]

Later, he can be found in the Brig, starring down the two P.O.W.s from the SMILE brigade.

"What is E.V.I.L. getting up to? Talk! Or I will use your only weakness against you!" Matthew roars, pointing at a covered tray of Italian food he ordered from the canteen.

Do you even lift?

[space_macgyver]

[Post-Inspectors battle, the Power Loader is nothing but a pile of scrap now. But does Lowe look like he's sad about his ride's loss? No!]

Oh man. OH MAN. This is going to be so awesome!

[His Red Frame is dragging the remains piece by piece into one place, taking only some in and discarding others. All the while, 8 sits down on the floor and performs sophisticated analysis. His screen blinks with blueprints and calculations so fast, a normal human being can barely catch anything.]

You gave up your life saving Cheng, Power Loader. But your spirit lives on. Just you wait Inspector jerks, this Junker's got another ace up his sleeve!

[Lowe pauses to look at the many, many units in the hangar, still damaged and requiring repairs. Not to mention, White Chalice itself.]

Okay, I meant this junker will have an ace up his sleeve eventually. I better get Liam here. And Richard.

Oh man...

[zaku_for_xmas]

[1]
Bernie, in his green Zeon flight suit, was pacing up and down the corridors of the Chalice. If there was one thing he was good at, it was not looking like he was in high spirits. His head hung long, his arms behind his back. Maybe he was in a lot of thought.

"Tch, I can't believe it. What would they think of this?" Then he thought, why do they have to leave?


[2] - Post-inspector attack -

Bernie is in the hangar, cleaning his Gaza D. He was alive; however, he looked a little thoughtful. Second thought, while he was doing work, Bernie didn't seem to be earnest about it. In fact, he was sitting inside the lift, cross-legged and reaching out to scrub the mobile armor in circles.

"Small fry?!" He muttered, biting his lip.