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When Kyle opened the cockpit, Laurence was surprised to see that was laughing. Kyle had been one of the friendlier people Laurence had met in Lion however he was not used to being treated so positively even by him.

Laurence would have had plenty to say, had he been given the chance. Laurence had only a short moment to confirm Kyle's question about his "kills" for the day when a particularly important lady started shouting at them.

Laurence would have preferred to refrain from answering and obey the technical export the lady was however since she happened to be his fiancé Laurence was unsure what would make the best possible impression.'

He could not pretend to know who this woman was; apart from her name, the history of her family (Nobility knows nobility) and a few other scraps of general information he could gather Laurence was aware that she was just over two years older than he was of course which was already conservatively speaking a bit of a novelty.

They had talked a bit, even in person since their joined assignment on the Titan however Laurence had the distinct feeling they were not yet all that too comfortable with each other.

All these dazed thoughts of course had made their own answer, instead of saying anything Laurence nodded, added a rather muddled "Of course" and appeared to have been rather insecure during the brief time allocated to that particular converse.

Laurence had the impression he should have gone with a more impulsive assertive response however if damage had been made by his apparent shyness it had been made.

"And do make it back in one piece! We'vealready lost more pilots than we expected, today!"

Laurence saw this as his window at bravado! Laurence gleefully announced "I think I have the situation well under control…"

Laurence broke off as he remembered the extent of the damage to his Mech and how he had essentially allowed himself to be put in a helpless position for quite a while… maybe a bombastic promise such as the one he had just made was ill advised.

Her final demand for further discussion once the business of fighting had been done for the day was answered with a nod and a muttered "Yes of course", Laurence now had a strong yearning to go back to fighting rather than deal with… domestic issues.

After a short while Laurence finally got to lay his eyes on his newly assigned type 34. What was at first the cheerful prospect of another chance at glory was replaced with a harrowing realization of how barley he had escaped his last shave with destiny.

The sudden arrival of Captain Raiyn hurriedly dismissed such concerns and replaced them with new ones. Laurence, green rookie he still was moved to attention and saluted beautify; under the probing gaze of his father Laurence had at the very least become first class in drill drill drill, no matter how inherently pointless some of it could be.

"Laurence, prepare to launch. The Titan's communications are out at the moment, so we'll have to rely on the coms between each mech. Wait for my orders."

Right away Ma'm! Answered Laurence and then turned to ready his machine. Once inside the captain contacted him again with tidings of the need for greater weaponry on this mission.

Laurence raised the weapons department and ordered that they remove his Mech Gun and replace it with the Strafing beam which was in any case the only addition Laurence could reasonably expect to add to the small structure of the type 34, if he wanted to use the beam he would have to confine himself to fighter mode anyway.

A gunner from the crew reserve was assigned to him within a few moments so Laurence had only to await his Mech's refit and then Launch.