>>5151732>>5152092>>5152103Watching the pilots go on their way you and Alex begin to return to the hangar bay. He wasn't impressed by their steely attitude. You couldn't help finding them cool. But the sight of professionals sparked an urge to train, to test your metal in a sense of the meaning. You decided to head for your Phobos and just see if anyone was already around. Splitting paths you and Alex exchanged farewells. The walk over wasn't a long one, on the way you spotted a Prince Class Phobos that hadn't been around when you had helped Tony. It was docking alongside the four newly linked Phobos, quickly and smoothly the metal monster climbed into place. The Umbral Core ejected itself the moment the locks were in place. You spot the exterior observers swivel onto you, the pilot had spotted you. You gave them a little wave. You moved over to the stairwell and waited for them to disembark.
Examining the Phobos you spotted some non standard markings. Under the registration Number, #348c was a clearly custom stenciled in name. "Wormy." Sat beside it was a rather large depiction of a green cartoon caterpillar eating its way out of a vibrant red apple. The piece of artwork certainly took some artistic liberties as the apple was bleeding from the wounds. The pilot appears, stealing your attention from the call sign. A sturdy looking woman wore a dive suit, most of her hair was shaved except for a tuff along the top. It was probably some foreign thing, she was the same as the Yumigawa girls. Or similar under your own inspection, you were far from a scholar on the kinds of man. Her eyes focus on you as she begins her descent, not an ounce of wobble or uncertainty was noticeable.
"For your own information I hate go getters." The woman announced as she reached you, holding out her gloved hand. "Pilot Waemi. Pilot Mortimer I presume?" You nod, gleefully producing your identification card. The woman inspects it briefly before handing it back. "Did I tell you I don't appreciate overachievers?" You shrug and reply slightly unsure. "You did…" The woman skirted around you and headed towards the other lined up Phobos, you follow her. Keeping pace. "What one are you in?" She inquired. You point up at the Rapier Type. "I'm piloting that one." The sleek and sharp figure of the slim and bipedal machine stood out uniquely. "It suits you. What do you plan on running with it?" You weren't sure, you hadn't exactly been giving your future prospects much attention. "I haven't looked into it yet." The woman hummed in thought. "I'll send some stuff your way. 391?" She gestures up to the newly painted registration number.
