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[[For the better part of the day, Hiiro has been going back and forth from his Gundam with a small box. It's not hard to see what's in the box: food supplies. But he's neither making no effort to hide what he's taking, or any effort to say goodbye to anyone.

He doesn't plan on being gone forever either, rather, he'll be back once orders his are complete.

At a later point, he's carrying a normal (space) suit.

But after one last trip with one more small box, he sits in his Gundam, cockpit open and eyes closed. If he's leaving, what's he waiting for? Seems like a chance to bother the 'sleeping' pilot.]]

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[[Sometime during the mission, the Wing Gundam goes to sortie, but, heads in a completely different direction! But there are precious brief minutes to interject, should one

((Had I not overslept the mission, he'd have left afterward, despite damages))

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Trowa had noticed the other pilot, was hard not to when Quatre had left, and the other Gundam was near HeavyArms.

"You're from the colonies right?" He wasn't looking to start trouble, just trying to figure out something about the other boy.

Hiiro didn't even open his eyes to him. It was an unfamiliar voice, so, at the least it had potential to bother him... but the same potential not to.

"I am. But I'm here on business."

Trowa made a sound. "If it's the same reason I'm here helping them is part of it." He meant the mission, but who was he to stop the other kid.

Hiiro thought about that for a second. Then they were indirectly familiar with each other. At least, the same job.

"Then yours is the Gundam next to this one."

He gave a faint nod. "HeavyArms."

"Wing."

So they were on the same mission. It wouldn't be terrible to get along with this one, much like he had Quatre, even if they didn't see eye to eye.

"Hiiro."

"Make it back in one piece okay Hiiro? I'd rather not have to go and get you so we can finish our mission." Hey it sounded better than just walking off. If the other kid was from space it would be easier for the two of them to work together after all.

The comment made Hiiro open his eyes and acknowledge the other pilot. He'd seen him working on other things in the hangar.

"You're worrying, unnecessarily."

"It's not worry, I just don't want to clean up your mess." With that Trowa waved heading over to one of the machines that needed repairs. He had offered to help between missions.

Heh... that was amusing at least. Cleaning up his mess.

As if there would've been one...

Hmm...an auxiliary backpack unit...

[Yuu's staring up at your Wing Gundam, talking to seemingly no one in a rather loud and ~~obnoxious~~ heroic voice.]

But then, where's the Guardian Robot that it attaches to?

[[Some new piece of technology? It warranted him looking out at least.

And so, Hiiro pokes his head out to look left and right; but he's not seeing this auxiliary backpack thing.]]

What...?

[There's a scruffy man jumping around on the limbs of your Gundam, Hiiro! He seems to be looking for something on its surface. Is he trying to steal the Wing's secrets?]

No connectors here, either...do they fold inside the machine while its in Mobile Fighter mode?

[[Ooooohhhh NOW you fucked up!

Regardless of all your ninja training, there's a gun pointed at your face from the cockpit, as a young man stands in the hatch.]]

Get off my Gundam.

Ah, so this IS a Gundam. I'd heard about them from the professor...apparently one of his colleagues at the Choudenji Science university was slated to become a Gundam Fighter.

[The man backflips gracefully off the Wing's Buster Cannon, landing on the floor below.]

So then that makes you a Gundam Fighter, as well? What colony are you representing?

[[You still have a gun pointed at you, even if he is briefly impressed with his agility.]]

These aren't those Gundams. Not every Gundam from the colonies is a sportsman.

Oh? [Yuu tilts his head. He doesn't seem the least bit concerned with the fact that he has a weapon aimed at him...is he cocky, stupid, or just that skilled? It's hard to tell...]

So then, what's your Gundam made for, if not combat?

[[Hiiro doesn't care much either way.]]

Show me a mobile suit that wasn't intended for combat. [[A challenge, sir!]]

This Gundam isn't for sport.

[Yuu glances sideways at a Ball, sitting in the corner of the hangar before responding.]

Then, why WAS it made? It was my understanding that most smaller robots like Mobile Fighters are made to combat each other...

Then you're misinformed. Most mobile suits like that were meant for war. The Mobile Fighters are a breed specifically made for sport as an alternative to war.

It's obvious how that turned out. [[Failure, sir. Failure.]]

Surely you jest!

What sort of a villanous individual would design a giant robot for the purpose of killing other humans?!

The same person who designed them to protect their country against invaders. The same people who designed and built guns. The same who forged the sword and spear. The same who clubbed his fellow man for having something he wanted but would not hand it over.

Humans.

[Yuu crosses his arms with disdain.]

Only a human with a twisted heart and mind builds giant robots for use against his fellow man! A true hero can always defeat any opponents who aren't robots or monsters with the power of friendship!

Edited 2013-05-13 07:10 (UTC)

Will the power of friendship still this bullet from entering your brain, or will your skills in combat prevent it? [[A reminder of the situation at hand, which proves relevant to the conversation at hand.]]

Friendship has no place on the battlefield, and it won't save you when any number of monsters or militaries invade.

The same humans that built a machine to threaten his fellow man are the same that builds them to protect.

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