Resnick had taken Prowler out for some practice and now was walking it back in, satisfied with his accuracy scores and in general regaining the easy arrogance that had been his trademark. The chicken-walking mech loped towards its hangar spot and he dropped it to its knees, then turned his EI system off. He dropped back into his body, a sensation that always felt like waking suddenly from a vivid dream.

The machine next to him seemed familiar somehow, which he puzzled over as he climbed down the cockpit ladder.

And then it hit him. It was the Power Golame. He just hadn't recognized it when it didnt look like death warmed over.

Which meant that if he wasn't careful his careful avoiding of his ex-lover for the past month could come to an abrupt and awkward end.

Stravag. Too late.