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Lailya smirked as she made a final check on her Frame. Her ammo supplies were loaded, her defensive and technical systems were operating fine, and she was completely fueled. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. She looked around at the other Frames. They were nice too...but they didnt give the same feel of "Awe" that her own provided her. Maybe it was because she helped build the thing...

She turned around, and leant up against her Frame. She had to temporarily close her repair shop, but for mercenary pay, she could manage. She had been part of the mercenary army for about ten years, and was still alive. She thought it counted for something. Then again, she loved doing merc work. It made her happy. She got paid to shoot shit. Who wouldnt love that? A lesser person might've questioned their values or morals, but not Lailya. She just questioned how fast her bank account would fill.

The city cheered for her like she was some kind of hero. She didnt DISLIKE the attention, but as far as she was concerned, she didnt need all of it. She saw herself as Lailya. And she thought that she was just another faceless uniform out on the battlefield. Oh well. They can do what they want. She thought. She again looked out into the crowd, seeing a blonde-headed boy heading in the directions of the Frames. She had been told something about a young man with them, with spikey blonde hair. She wondered if it could be him.

Oh God...what was his name....come on, you can think of it.... Karel? Korrell? Kline?....Kirill! She thought. Thaaat was it. She was pretty sure anyway. She began to walk calmly towards him. Once she got within earshot, she smirked and spoke loudly. "Hey! You the one they call Kirill?" She asked.