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"Weren't you told not to interfere in other's affairs?" He said, still slightly disappointed in the fact that he couldn't have finished that Nazcrut pilot. He let it slide this time and said, "We've got your mech with us. One of my soldier's is towing it with him." He said glancing at the various monitors in the cockpit. The booster had maybe enough power to get back to base.

Later, near the Ignat base a call rang in Justice's cockpit. "Lieutenant Ken of ZGMF, Justice one. You are cleared to land in the repair bay. Who's mech is being carried by one of your subordinates? Over." Ken replied, "A friend who helped out. Without him I wouldn't be in such a good shape." Almost on cue, the boosters whirred and sputtered.

Ken slowly Piloted Justice into the open repair bay and opened the cockpit. He placed the soldier's arm around his neck and helped him out of the cockpit with him. Ken's arms and legs felt weak because of the pressure that was exerted on Justice's head during the skirmish. At any rate, he made his way to the med wing where he sat the soldier down on a bed. He himself then sat on the adjacent bed. A mechanic arrived and asked Ken what would he like done to Justice. "Resupply the ammo. Fix up the boosters, damage to the chasis and head, and repair the rifle. It might have some damage when I dropped it. I will test the flight capabilities after you are done and do the tweaking myself," The mechanic nodded and went to begin repairs.

He then turned his attention to the unlikely ally. "So soldier, what's your name. And why would you jump into a fight that wasn't yours?" He asked.