Super Robot Wars Unlimited Generation @lpha

1] Directly after the mission, the Dynames is dragged into the Hanger, a smoldering wreck really, dragging a huge gun. He crawls out of the cockpit and sort of just... sits on the ground beside his Gundam, his Haro rolling out beside him.
For a long time he just sits there, breathing and looking from his own wreck to that of the GN-driveless Kyrios and back again, bewildered, and stunned with disbelief.
"How... how did we survive this?"



2] (Locked to Allelujah)
All at once he got up and ran over to Allelujah, just as he got out of his own mech, nearly toppling his fellow Meister over as he laughed out loud in disbelief and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, squeezing him tightly and lifting him off the ground.
"I though I was going to loose you!!"



3]Later that night...
Despite the victory Lockon couldn't sleep. Nightmares tore at the edge of his dreams, and stole away the needed rest. Instead he had taken to pacing again, sans Haro for once, but the pacing was to much work, and instead Lockon had taken do a dim place in the arboretum, as far away from it's few 'inhabitants' as he could. He sat laxly on a bench, his head tipped back on his shoulder as he looked out to the stars in the sky and sighed deeply. He closed his eyes and relives those few minutes of fear again and again. He hadn't expected this part... this feeling of dread at the idea of loosing Allelujah. Setsuna had saved him with a clever turn of the tide, but still... How could he face battle now, when such fear only grew greater as his love for the raven haired Meister also grew. How would he cope with this?
"I need a drink..."

1) Now that Hixar has finished working on the Dynames, Lockon was eager to try it out. The cockpit stands open as he runs through simulated firing situations, many from their own part battles. Mostly, he's not doing so hot, but it seems to be getting better quickly.
"Dammit." He slams his fist against the Gundam's control seat and shakes his head, still not happy with his own preference.
"I guess that's all the punishment I can put myself through for one afternoon. Let's go get some dinner Haro."
Haro flapped happily as Lockon scooped him out of the cradle and began to climb down to the hanger floor.

2) Later that evening you might find Lockon walking the halls, almost pacing, the same sqaure of corridors in the Chalice, stroking his chin with a gloved hand, deep in though.
Behind him Haro rolls happily, twirling and bounce every now and then, and whistling every now and then a little tune that sounds surprising like an old american trivia show's theme music.

1] "Damn." Lockon put his thumb in his mouth, the taste of his blood metallic him mouth. In a moment it had stopped and he picked up the potato, and the knife with which he was peeling it with and went back to work.
"Uh I need someone to stir that while I peel these..."
Standing at the counter beside the stove in the Chalice's kitchen he was peelings and cubing potato. In a big pot on the stove onions and garlic where sizzling in butter. He was no chef, but he wasn't incapable of cooking. None the less his long hair was pulled back hastily, long locks still escaped and hung around his jaw as he worked.
Haro sat on the counter beside him rocking back and forth as it played music, not the normal whistles and beeps, he seemed to be playing a music file through it's tiny speakers. Lockon hummed along to the strumming guitar.


2] Later, the soup is done! A big pot of a buttery warm soup made from potatos and onions with dumplings.
"I think I might of burned it a bit, but, it'll be alright." Lockon told Haro, as if the redundant robot somehow was going to sample his cooking. "Now... I just need someone to help me eat it."

3] Uhhhh so many dishes! Lockon stands bewildered at the pile of dishes he has created.
"This is why I don't usually cook. Now I remember." He put his hands on his hips and smiled a little. "Well, I guess I made this mess,"

(following this missions)


1] Somewhere in his haze, Lockon walked through the darkness, calling out into the darkness for his fellow meisters, but there was no answer. The further we walked, the louder he shouted till his voice became horse and panicked. The feeling of falling, tumbling downward through the air, with no way to stop it. For a moment, the last words allelujah's spoke echoed all around him in the darkness, the sound of pain in his voice as he called out Lockon's name...

In medical ward, Lockon tosses in his drug-induced sleep, calling and reaching out...
"Allelujah..!"




2] Lockon is sitting in the cafeteria, in civilian clothes, an eye-patch covered the wounded flesh where his eye used to be. He looks supremely dejected as he scribbles a matching eye-patch on his Haro with a black sharpie. It obvious to anyone, that the usual life and mirth that filled him is gone, his shoulder slumped under the weight of his loss. He went back and forth between despair, and anger, as he grumbled to himself.

Lockon had staid behind with the other Meisters, planetside. Frankly, it was refreshing to be back on earth, Lockon missed the sky to much when he was cooped up in the Plotemy.

Near by the Tower, Lockon is in sitting in the dirt, Haro in his lap, just staring at the sky.
So wide, and blue and beautiful.

It was hard to believe that even at this moment violence was happened all over the world, and space for that matter. Why couldn't there be more days spent cloud watching instead of fighting?

"HARO!? Haro! Where is that stupid thing?" Lockon puts his hand on his hips, looking quite bewildered. His orange Haro seemed to be missing, and proved to be quite an elusive target at that.
"How exactly dose a robot just run away like this?" Sighing to himself, he shook his head and put his hands into his pockets. "HARROOOOOOO! Where are you!?"

Lockon is looking everywhere! In the Gym, and in the hanger, in the mess hall and in the quarter's hallways, on the Chalice and on the Ptolemy. Care to help a meister out? Or is it you who is in possession of his Haro?

It was strange that things should be so calm lately. At least, there where no armed interventions to handle, or wars to stop at the moment.

Around lunchtime, at one of the tables in the mess hall Lockon was stripping down a rifle for cleaning, while Haro rolled around on the floor like a child's toy.
The purpose of the location had been three fold: Firstly he had wanted lunch, also the tables where big enough to lay out everything he needed for the job, and lastly, it was the perfect place to watch, and listen.
So mind your conversation kids, you might be overheard.

In the Hanger you might notice two Gundams, sitting side by side, The Dynames and the Exia stood beside Kyrios.

Not far away two Miesters are walking down the corridor in their flight suits.
Lockon held his helmet in his hand, draped over his shoulder, while orange Haro bounce around his feet.
Beside him Setsuna F. Seiei walked in silence, only half listening to his comrade's endless dialogue

"I wonder where Allelujah is, you think he would have come to meet us! Man, sometimes that kid..." Lockon shook his head with a warm smile, his sentence trailing off. "Hey, Setsuna, he did know they where sending us didn't he?"

[[Respond to just Lockon/Haro, or Setsuna, or Both. Please specify in the subject line!]]

Setsuna looked at him with the same flat, emotionless face he always had and shrugged.
"Perhaps he's busy."