Snippet #869899

***Some Time Later***
"Sir, Lieutenant General Gregor has returned to base!"
"Hmm?!" The Major turned to the soldier who had just come up to him. "Gregor alone? That's not a surpise, really..."
"His mech is badly damaged. He wants the repair shops prepared immediately. This has never happened before...to think the Devil of the Nazcrut would need repairs..."
"Don't say that to his face," warned the Major darkly--he had seen the fate of the last soldier to make that fatal mistake. "Prepare the shops. I want every resource prepared to repair his mech."

Gregor piloted the Nagato onto the landing area of the base. It lay just nearby a Ignat town, and it was the site of many Ignat-Nazcrut battles. And this was where he was now forced to remain by the higher-ups, despite his desires to transfer to the Zelphune-Nazcrut front. Dammit, when would he get his vengeance? Crushing the Zelphune brother of that pilot had barely slaked his thirst for Zelphune blood. They had taken his last chance at a happy life, destroyed all he had built for himself and those he had loved...taken away his ability to love.
He opened the cockpit and walked out, limping slightly--his cane had been destroyed in the battle. He felt a slight pain in his head, but he would certainly live. Even at his age, he really wasn't worried about dying in battle...more like he didn't care if he did.
A soldier ran up to him.
"Lieutenant General sir!" he snapped into salute. "Thank god you're here! Now that you, the greatest warrior of the Nazcrut, are here, the Ignat will..."
He cut off nervously as Gregor glared at the soldier, clearly irritated.
"er..."
"I want the Nagato taken into the repair shops immediately." Gregor snarled as he began limping off again. He turned back to the soldier, who was staring dumbfounded.
"NOW!"
"Yes sir!" the soldier yelled and positively ran as though for his life to inform the repair shops of their new job.
Those two... he thought to himself. I'll crush them soon enough.

"Lieutenant General Berthold Gregor...of course, I know who you are."
The Colonel looked up and down at Gregor, who stood glaring back at him. He had heard much of this man, tales of destruction and blood. He also had heard that he didn't have much, if any, respect for those above him. In fact, if he hadn't been so valuable, he may have been dismissed for disrespecting a superior officer. That was probably all that prevented Gregor from taking the Colonel's rank himself.
"You have new orders. The Ignat-Nazcrut front is waning, at least in your sector. You are needed elsewhere. I'm stationing you at Zuven Vulf, on the Nazcrut-Zelphune front."
Gregor stared at the Colonel. Was he finally getting his chance? He would not, of course, show it here, but a great triumph was spinning through Gregor.
"Your orders will be given when you get there. Are you sure you don't need to get to the medical office? I understand you and your mech took quite a--"
"There's no need," Gregor smirked as he turned to leave the Colonel's lounge. "I'll just crush all those Zelphune vermin as they try to take us on."
He left, leaving the Colonel to stare at the now shut door.

((If you want to continue the Gregor-Cobo/Ken rivalry, you can transfer to the Zelphune front if you want :/ Just so you know, I don't want to sound like I'm telling you what to RP, just throwing out suggestions))