"Well if it's more than a boot, take care of it quickly and get out of there," Galvanis replied. "If you need reinforcements I'll be in standby with the Infinity."
"Noted, commander." A few minutes passed by. "Okay, we're near the Academy, I can see a platform, there are a hell of a lot of Nats there, and there's a really large tarp," Dreigan reported to command, "This is either a really big 'boot' or we're looking at an entire 'clothing line.'"
"Well yes, but we don't know for sure if its the boot. If we attack prematurely, we risk exposing ourselves to attack," Dreigan explained.
"Wait until they actually show the bloody thing," Dreigan hissed. At the Academy's open space stage, Cadets were busy finding seats and the presenter, a bright young man, was busy looking over the speech that was written for this occasion.
After a few drinks the duo made their way back towards the Unicorn's docking entrance. "Say, pops-" "Don't, call me that." Barry sneered. "Sorry Barry, anyhow... I've been thinking. What happens if one of us, doesn't come back?" "What you're serious?" Barry stopped and looked at him. "Well, I mean, war is war. It's changed over time, sure, but still..." "John... War never changes alright? You get two sides fighting over something. We're just the grunts." "Yeah, you get to pilot the ONLY Powered GM in the fleet, and even worse you've customized it!" "For space and attack power. Besides, your GM isn't any better, Mr. Close Quarters." "Hey I worked hard getting that damn thing's paperwork through the project supervisor! It's a miracle that it was even chosen as a part of the pro-MM!" Barry had clamped his hand around John's mouth. "If you mention the project outside of the ship you could be court martialed!" He angrily whispered as the two shuffled inside the dock and back into the hanger. John stared at the GM that was being outfitted and loaded on board. "Hey! Excuse me! Can you load that last?" John asked the loading operator. "Call it a hunch."
"So old man-" "WILL YOU STOP REMINDING ME OF MY AGE! I'M IN MY THIRTY'S NOT FIFTY'S YOU BRAT!" Barry shouted as he seemed to steam at being called old. "Alright alright! Sorry!" John shouted as he strolled past. "I need to talk to someone about the Striker. Something about the locking on those armor bits don't sit right with me." "Oh relax kid. I bet nothing's wrong." Barry yawned as he went to his room to nap. John shrugged and walked towards another room, fully knowing the access code. "S?" He called out as he felt a warmth approaching his back. "Oh no..." "I've been waiting for yooouuu~" A feminine voice snickered. "Oh come on what've I done to you so far TODAY?!" He shouted as the lights came on, revealing a girl in a lab coat with some glasses. "Coming in without knocking!" She shouted. "I was in the middle of contemplating what we can do to the Epsilon!" She shouted at him. "Shizuru calm down, jeez, I just wanted to ask if you could double check the holdings on the Striker's armor." "What you doubt MEE!?" She shouted as she stepped towards him. "NONONO!" He said nervously. "I'D NEVER I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE!" "Ah, okay, good job on managing your mech." She gave off a rather, odd personality as he gulped and exited the room.
At the door was Cadet Seira Allister, a dear friend of Corey. "Took you long enough, Sleepyhead. With how long you sleep it's a surprise the army's even considering you. Now get your clothes on, they're showing that 'Shiny New Boot' that everyone keeps going on about."
"Believe me, you and I both question a lot about my addition. But hey, at least we will be finally getting off this bottle." Corey says as he leaves the door open while he goes to grab some clothes from a dresser in his room, which wasn't too far from the door to continue talking
"Judging by how we have been advancin in the war, I can see a faster but stronger mobile suit." Corey thinks as he steps out in his uniform. "Or maybe a new standardized weapon for mobile suits."
