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Jarvis strolled into hangar A-23 just around 21:00 hours. His steps were even and determined, no idle pleasantries would halt his stride. Small earbuds blared instrumental tones of violence and triumph into his psyche. The small silver crucifix, his only family heirloom, now swung from his neck with each forward motion.

The crew of the Gunsleeper were busy loading and storing various supplies and ammunition. That was good, though Jarvis. This way he wouldn't have to deal with some scrub trying to interrogate him about the Psycho Frames. As he came closer a loud voice, deep in tone, began to become audible even over his blaring music. The sound was coming from an important looking figure who was busy pointing and gesturing at various areas of the hangar and ship. Jarvis knew this was the captain, and so headed straight for the man.

As his stride took him closer to the man, another figure became apparent. This person stood off to the side of the captain staring at the two psycho frames caged and ready for loading. She, for it was apparent by the contours of her suit, was clothed in a pilot's suit shielding her face from view.

Evangeline, thought Jarvis. He'd only ever heard of her, the first Psycho Frame pilot. She was the only person to have achieved complete synchronization with a Psycho Frame unit. Jarvis would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous. With that much power he could annihilate the Earth Federation forces single handedly. There were rumors about how much damage it could cause the human psyche. It didn't matter to him. But even so, she was just another person. He wouldn't let her distract him from his goal. So he merely nodded curtly as he passed and proceeded to the ship.