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I may end up revamping this blog into a G:L OC blog to try and get my muse back. What do you guys think?

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"Don't think i've ever seen one of these walkers up close. Sure they are cool and all, but they ain't exactly screaming style."

“...And what, pray tell, would you have them changed to?” Raised brow.

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“The Union have eyes and ears everywhere, Miranda.” Yaz sighed as she expected a reaction along those lines, the woman thought her lover was dead for four years and all of a sudden he turns up alive. It was only natural for someone to feel so conflicted over the whole situation. “If we let him call you it would put the whole operation at risk should the Union catch wind of it before it was ready.”

“I moved onto another relationship!” Miranda hissed, eyes wide and watering, “I--I moved on and I can’t undo that because after not one, not two, four years, you didn’t let him call me once!” She was shaking like a leaf--storming in the wind angrily and growling, silhouetted against the light like a monster of a black pool.

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     “I think everywhere I’d want to go to you’d consider trouble. I am horrendously bored and there is only so many vending machines a girl can hack to give out free snacks. Not that I’d ever do that. But we were told to pack light so I have like .. none of my things beyond some changes of clothes.”

     Really, she was just bored, roaming the halls without a specific goal. It was second nature to her to get herself into places she shouldn’t be. Mostly because those had proven to be much more interesting.

     “What do you do around here? Like there has to be something you get up to, right? Something that isn’t just wrestling bears for money.”

She wasn’t going to let that go, was she?

“Usually, I end up playing charades or something with one of the guys. I dunno--it’s a military base, for crying out loud.” Miranda only offers a shrug, as if asking what it was that Cammie expected so much. Of course they were told to pack light, last time Miranda checked the most that the Strider crews got was-- 

“A footlocker’s usually all we end up getting. What do you consider light?” 

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“...Oh shit.”

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“It was hard for him at first, as it would be given the state he was in but, he bounced back.” Yaz begins as she drops herself down onto the bench and runs a hand through her hair as she looks the other woman over for a moment. “He asked if he could call you more times than I could count but we couldn’t let him. It was why he was so excited to come here.”

“...Why didn’t you let him?” Miranda looked back at her, “For four years, I was spent toiling in my own sorrow because he was--because I thought he was...” her eyes were glaring, trying to keep from crying now. “...why didn’t you let him?!”

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Both Cammie and Nugget slightly tilted their head, as the Blonde crossed her arms slightly. 

“So what you are saying is: It was a Union-trained Warbear? That must have been one hell of a fight to win.”

Giggling to herself again she looked back to Miranda, smiling slightly. 

“What I want is these suits to actually come with pockets. It’s like having to wear a dress all over again. They design and engineer them and none thinks about pockets. Also I am horrendously lost because all these corridors look identical and half the doors just say ‘Nope’ when I get close. And I feel like after Sinclair, people will be cross with me if I start hacking into every locked access-panel I come by.”

Miranda couldn’t help the smirk tugging at her lips, even despite the fact that she was trying to remain composed. Ahhh, the redhead folded her arms--now it made more sense. She was lost. 

“I know my way around the place. Where are you looking to get to, exactly?” Miranda’s head tilted--if Cammie was even half as clever as she seemed, then this would be a lot of fun.

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No doubt you've seen life in the Union. Most call it suffering. A state of mind brought on by your people. Making us believe that what we have isn't good enough. That we need to be like YOU! Empty materialist consumers with no purpose or destiny beyond mindless eternal servitude to your globalist masters!

“...Uh. Can someone call security? How did one of you even get in here...?”

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“Necessity.” Bishop noted the word quietly, watching his recently-chastised squadron return to their debriefing, looking at each other and talking quietly. He could tell the ones who had taken his words to heart; those that hadn’t, he would have to try harder on. 

Or the Union would pick them off one by one. It was how it went. 

Satisfied for the moment, the Interceptor pilot turned his attention to the Strider driver. His voice was calm, his posture relaxed.  But his face still held the intensity of before. That never left.

“Some of them are still nuggets. They have visions of glory and victory on the battlefield. You and I both know those will only lead to their deaths. Best to remove it as soon as possible and let them continue to live.”

“...No, I don’t,” her brow furrows, “Leveling their expectations is good, but you doing this...” she shook her head, “...no--I’ll never endorse breaking men like this. There’s a difference between breaking them down to build them back up, and...this.”

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     Cammie pulled her hands away on her own accord however. Having pretty much surprise-attacked the others cheeks with giggling glee. 

     “How could I not? They are very .. squishable.. Plus I now can claim that I squeezed the cheeks of a woman that once wrestled a bear with her bare hands. Pun not intended.”

“I did not wrestle a bear,” she grumbled, “I got that from a mission where I was up against several Union men alone, out of my Strider.” 

Her eyes were half-lidded and glaring down at Cammie, “What do you want, Cammie...?”

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“I know.” Yaz replies whilst setting her bottle down on the bench it had rested on originally and watched the other turn her gaze to the ground, it’s not like Miranda would know she wasn’t fond of her past. “He talked about you everyday, you know… when he heard we were finally moving to the Anvil… well… he was over the moon. You’re lucky to have someone like him.”

Yasamin could tell there was tension between the two but Miranda had no clue what sort of state his crash had left him in until now.

“...Yeah,” Miranda looked down, “...I suppose I am...” a pause for a fair few moments, before...

“...How was he? He...he asked about me, right?” assumption--but a fair one.

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“Jesus--I know I’m rough with my guys, but even by my standards, you’re pretty ruthless.” Her body was tense--she didn’t often make remarks like this, but she’d just seen his work firsthand, and she couldn’t just not say anything. So she said...something.

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“Shtop shquishing my cheeksh,” Miranda growls, hands coming up to remove Cammie’s fingers from her face, “Pershonal spashe, pleashe!”

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“That was quick thinking with the panel,” Miranda gave the younger woman a soft smile, trying to seem as friendly as she could, though her body was laden with signs of stress and worry. 

“Chase told me the other day--you...hacked the alarms, right?”

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mxdrxni‌:

“Yes, I meant the Holon.” Midrani nodded as she reached for her water bottle and took a long swig of her water before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She despised talking about her past and the only one she would do so with, albeit with some hesitance, was Doctor Weller. “I flew one of the aircraft… look… I’m not particularly comfortable talking about my past so that’s all I’ll say. Sorry.”

“...All right,” Miranda blinks, but doesn’t press--instead, choosing to turn from the other woman, eyes wandering along the clean tile flooring for...something. 

“...It wasn’t my intention to pry.”

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“Do you need something, Miranda?” The Israeli asks with a small raise of her brows, she’d been making use of the Anvils gym and was in a yellow tank top and sweat pants with her hands taped up and she honestly hadn’t been expecting any visitors. Yaz grabbed her towel and dabbed at the sweat along her forehead before she stepped away from the sandbag to give the redhead her full attention.

“...So when you said you were a pilot--you meant the Holon, right? Have you piloted anything else?” Tone was inquisitive as Miranda folded her arms, leaning ever-so-slightly.

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Despite how gung-ho he usually was in combat he knew how important. “Mā sore wa watashi ga ita basho yori mo haruka ni sugurete imasu. Anata wa hitori de sutoraidā o kontorōru shimasu, soreha tanku no uchi no 1tsu o kontorōru suru tame ni watashitachi no 4-ri o torimashita.” 

As much as Kazu enjoyed fighting he had come to feel disconnected from some battles being seated within the tank. That and he only controlled one part of the tank which meant he could only do so much before it was up to the others to keep going. He was eager to see what he could do when fully in control, and in control of something that moved similarly to his own body no less. “Soredemo, kono sensōde wa, subete no hito oyobi arayuru shigoto ga jūyōdesu.”

Four?

Four people in those tanks? How did they even fit four people in those things? Miranda’s eyes were wide and her jaw was slightly agape--body locked tensely. 

“...Well, the Striders are almost certainly more roomy. It’s...still a real disconnect from an actual fight, though. It’s like trying to move around a giant hunk of metal with the barest hints of control.”