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Athena The Laughing Queen

If they bleed, we should kill them.

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a character in “Re-Union: The Expanding World”, as played by ValaunDae'Voth

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Name: Athena

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Faction: The World of the Sky

Role: Veteran Pilot

Synchronization Level: N/A

Personality: Athena is a cunning woman that always seems highly disinterested in her surroundings unless in the seat of her armor, or in some sort of competitive situation.
For all intents and purposes, she is a genius, and she knows it. Very rarely do people meet her standards, even fellow Transcendent. She voices her opinions and is as blunt as a club, caring nothing for who she might be a addressing. She believes in being straightforward unless combat is involved, in which case, the more obscure your moves and motives are, the easier it is to overcome your enemy.
She has little sense of humor, and doesn't seem to take much enjoyment from her surroundings. Despite some reservations other might harbor for her, they admit that she is level headed and has an eye for strategy and an untouchable tenacity, but also possesses a sadistic savagery that often unnerves those serving alongside her.

Appearance: Athena is an athletically built woman standing about 5'8" and carries herself as if she were a noble out of some human fantasy fable. Her long hair flows freely down her back and is of such a white color that it appears fake, and reflects the colors around her. Her eyes are obviously artificial due to their red hue. and her pale for is periodically tattooed with strange, red markings.
In battle she wears a fairly typical, red pilot suit, and out of battle she is most often seen in some sort of red, form fitting clothing.

CCA-V1 The Silent King
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Machine Spec and Detail:
The Silent King, as Athena calls her armor, is close combat model. It is a unique variant of a highly successful prototype that, unfortunately, did not end up seeing production, but had several other variations based off of its design. It has been modified with the perfect blending of strength, mobility, and durability with reinforced armor and structure of lighter materials.
The Silent king would be described as a monster in combat performing equally well on the ground, or in the air. and boasts the latest sensor and output configurations.
The armor's most glaring weakness is it's inability to be submerged more than a few dozen meters before suffering.

Shield Generator:
The wings allow for easy mobility in the air, or in space and are sturdy enough to be used in battle as a last resort. The strange horse abutments are actually elegantly hidden refractor field generators. The fields themselves are effective against all manner of ranged weaponry, but due to their nature, they are worthless in melee combat, as an opponent would be inside the field's coverage. The field itself only able to stop projectiles, an enemy mech, or a sword for example, pass through as if the field didn't exist.

Pauldrons:
The shoulder plates, while sturdy, are in fact, a pair of triple barreled plasma cannons that, while possessing limited range, are devastating when used up close. A full salvo might reduce a mass produced frame to motel metal in moments. The power required, and extreme heat generated by the cannons hinder their performance however, allowing each barrel to be discharged twice, back to back, before the system enforces a several minute long cooldown and recharge period.

Testament Power Sword:
The sword is, for all intents and purposes, a typical top of the line combat sword, but when its power cell is activated, the blade is sheathed in a lethal corona of disruptive energy. This energy field allows the blade to carve through flesh, bone and most forms of armor plate alike, making the sword a highly effective close combat weapon.

Testament Wing Shield:
The companion aegis to the power sword that shares its name. The shield is far more robust than anything carried by most other troops, and bears its own, short lived refractor shield generator. The power cells lasting only an hour at the most.

Abilities outside the cockpit: Athena is an expert swordswoman and a fair hand-to-hand combatant. She has a knack for strategy and problem solving, often managing to think outside the box, or predict what her adversaries might be thinking.
She is an avid lover of Klova, a Transcendent form of Chess, and claims to have only lost to her current commander.
Due to her time in the military, and most notably, a pilot, she is gifted with a heavy dose of self-discipline and knows her way around mechs as if it were second nature.

Beyond this, she is known to have an amazing singing voice, and her quarters are piled with neatly stacked books.

History: Athena is the product of a Transcendent orphanage program that takes in the children of those who have either cast their offspring aside, or have lost their parents in some sort of accident or mishap.
The children within the program are monitored and tested for future potential.

Athena was something of a prodigy, never taking to the other children much, nor participating in group activities unless forced, but instead was capable of performing complex equations and advanced problem solving well beyond the typical means of her peers.
As the years progressed and the testing became even more exacting and pointed, they found that Athena excelled at nearly any field they placed her in, but showed a disdain for the sciences and anything that made her work alongside others too much.
It was when she saw the middle point of her sixteenth year that she discovered her love, and aptitude for piloting combat armor.

She was sent to the academy in short order and graduated in an impressive two years later and has been serving with the current branch ever since. She has earned herself quite a reputation for her calculated savagery and unwavering battlefield calm and strategy amongst her allies, and is infamous among the human as a vicious demon to be avoided at best, or exterminated at worst.

Others (Optional): None

So begins...

Athena The Laughing Queen's Story

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Character Portrait: Ophelia C. Rossweisse Character Portrait: Graham Ashworth Character Portrait: Alexander Hunter Character Portrait: Petya Burundukov Character Portrait: Athena The Laughing Queen
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"Sir! Perhaps we should simply delay our approach and see where the humans are docking? It will severely reduce our chances of another run in and as long as we dock far away from them, the mission should not be hindered even by face to face confrontation."

"Perhaps..." Graham murmured. Nilson cast a small, absentminded gaze at the younger pilot, then shifted his attention back to the commander. A voice cut through Graham's moment of thinking. "The boy is not wholly incorrect in his line of thinking, Commander."

The pilots watched as one of the senior pilots finally spoke, though her words were for the commander. "The way it seems, we have several options. As he says, we simply dock where they will not be able to easily detect our vessel. Or, we could hail them, and hope for a peaceful overture and negotiate terms to keep our little.... Indiscretion from breaking the treaty." The more Graham heard, the more he wanted to agree with Petya's idea. A peaceful overture with the humans? If they were the ones to initiate it, there was no doubt those humans would be suspicious. Graham would be, if he were one. He shook the thought away as he focused himself on the veteran's words instead.

"Or, better yet, we could attack them as they breach atmosphere, eliminating them, and then proceed to..." Graham wasn't very keen on coming into conflict with the Organum, at least not right now. It was a warship, against their much smaller ship. The worth of their unit was in the skilled pilots aboard- at least it was what he believed. Still, it was evident that the crew wasn't up to the idea either. Seeing the glum look on Rivaile's face reminded him that they had just recently come back from battle, and that the Zweireiters and Gungnirs were mostly trashed. He recalled the missing leg and arm of the dual blade-wielding machine. He wasn't up to fighting an entire armada of Harbingers with just his Eisenritter too. He's trashed enough machines.

"In this case, I personally think Burundukov's idea works for us." He spoke after a moment of thought, and he glanced around the room to examine the reactions. Nilson's shoulders relaxed, though the look on his companion's face never disappeared. Graham dismissed the thought.

"I don't want to come into contact with them just yet." Was what he told himself, and he relaxed himself a bit. Just as long as they stayed well hidden and worked fast, hopefully they wouldn't run into the Organum. Now...they just had to wait for the Captain's command. "We'll just have to wait for the Captain so we can discuss this further..." He muttered.


"I can wait, Klaus," The veteran chuckled, declining the offer. Much as his head was pounding from being rocked around in a giant robot for so long, he had to at least keep up his good rep around the place. And they were heading to the Captain's quarters too. Wouldn't want to risk anything. He wasn't sure if he was up to any kitchen service or flogging. He sucked at both. A little more on the former than the latter.

It wasn't long until they reached Ophelia's quarters, and after a quick salute, he fell silent, arms crossed over his chest. It was a particularly short briefing, pretty basic. Bring disguises, check. Firearms, check. He and Klaus would be acting as the mouthpieces- "No surprise there," Alexander thought. An outlaw colony would be running rampant with some pretty sensitive stuff.

They would all be meeting at Hangar 3, and Alexander nearly tuned out most of the conversation- he decided not to listen to the exchange between the Captain and Ren. "My old man always told me to stay out of cat fights anyway," He reminded himself, and the moment they were dismissed, he stretched a bit before walking out of the briefing room to head directly to his quarters. If they were going to be at Hangar 3 in thirty minutes, he decided talking with the other pilots would have to wait until they were in the shuttle.

The disguise wasn't much to worry about. Casual clothes worked fine- a green shirt and a bomber jacket- as Alexander didn't really stand out on an outlaw colony. Unlike the Forneus, he found it too strange and maybe even a little too obvious if he carried anything more than a pistol. Perhaps his Harbinger was much more lucky than him in the aspect of firearms. He stretched a bit before heading over to the hangar.

When he got there, out of their little group, it seems he had arrived earlier than most. He decided not to speak up but started to board the shuttle as well.

"And now we wait..."

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Character Portrait: Ophelia C. Rossweisse Character Portrait: Graham Ashworth Character Portrait: Alexander Hunter Character Portrait: Petya Burundukov Character Portrait: Ren Kotko Character Portrait: Klaus Cincaid
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"Then - there is a shuttle prepared as I speak. It leaves in thirty minutes. The human shuttle has already departed from what intelligence we gathered, and the commander will be briefed to their exact location as soon as it is intercepted."

Graham was completely taken aback by this idea- ruin negotiations between the humans and the people of Albion? Outrageous!- but he felt a heavy hand rest on his shoulder, and the lowered voice of the Captain. "I am aware this is sudden, Commander. Yet, you will see - when this is over, that it was a miraculous opportunity that could hardly be missed. So - let's see if those stories I hear about your skills are true." "I have some reservations about this plan, but if it will lead to our eventual victory then I'll play along." He murmured, and watched as the Captain left the room. When the man was far from earshot, he turned again to his assembled group.

"It seems that we have a change of plans, that much is certain." He sighed. He could see the concern and confusion among the group, but he had agreed to play along with the Captain's plan- they just had to adjust to the new objectives for now. "To be fair, we can think of anything without worrying about being caught by High Command- after all, their watchdog isn't here as of the moment." He glanced around the room, clearing his throat. "As you probably know, humans and the people on Albion are rather finicky with their money. Since we've been ordered to ruin the negotiations between the humans and the ones on Albion, we could try to play on their greed and stubborn nature. Debating prices of certain items could potentially make a seller not want to sell off the item to the humans at all, perhaps?"

"Of course, I'll still take suggestions on how to ruin their encounters with the corrupt people of Albion. If you have any then feel free to speak."


Alexander listened to the Captain's briefing quietly, chuckling a bit at Klaus's little sandwich warning. Still, hearing that he would be a bodyguard made his shoulders relax somewhat- he wasn't in the mood to debate with corrupt people today. Especially not the ones on Albion- while he hadn't really been there before, as a teenager he would hear his veteran grandfather murmur harshly about the people of Albion. "Alex, don't you dare be like those people," He heard the old man's gritted and husky voice in his head again. Klaus on the other hand seemed surprised that he would be the one handling the negotiations this time. Still, it wasn't too long before they had reached the rogue's paradise everyone called Albion.

As soon as they got off the shuttle, Alexander took a good look around at his surroundings. Just as he'd expect- quick glances around made him remember his grandfather describing it to him. To his grandfather it could have been the equivalent of hell for a weak-hearted person. Thankfully though, the shop they were heading to wasn't too far from where they landed. As Klaus and the Captain disappeared in, Alex leaned against a wall and took another look around.

"You ever been to Albion before?" He glanced over as Ren spoke suddenly. "Not really. My grandfather did, though. It was all he could talk about whenever we were having dinner with him. He hated this place." Alexander shrugged. "He'd frequently remind me that if I ever landed on Albion when I become a Harbinger pilot to never be like the people on here." He spoke lowly as to not attract much attention, at least.

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Character Portrait: Ophelia C. Rossweisse Character Portrait: Graham Ashworth Character Portrait: Alexander Hunter Character Portrait: Petya Burundukov Character Portrait: Ren Kotko Character Portrait: Klaus Cincaid
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"Not really. My grandfather did, though. It was all he could talk about whenever we were having dinner with him. He hated this place. He'd frequently remind me that if I ever landed on Albion when I become a Harbinger pilot to never be like the people on here."

Ren couldn't stop herself from letting out a soft laugh, a sad smile spreading on her face as she said, "Solid advice. Grandpa had a good head on his shoulders". Ren scanned the horizon again, and spotted the same guy from before that she'd locked eyes with passing by again, this time on his phone. She looked from the man to the gun Alexander had on him, and thought about whether or not it would be worth the hassle to steal it. She caught sight of a flash in the corner of her eye, and snarled in the direction it had come from. The man was gone, but the damage was probably done by now. Good thing they wouldn't be outdoors long.

"I hung out here a lot myself. Lot of people interested in buying up parts. Lot of good bars too, if you aren't squeamish about getting into a brawl or two. May not look it, but this place has a hell of a downtown. Maybe the captain will let us hit the town one night before we shove off again," Ren mused, but tilted her head back at the commotion going on inside of the shop. She could hear Klaus and another guy shouting, too far away to hear exactly what though she was picking up a word here or there. A vein in her forehead began to throb in irritation as she heard mention of a 'woman outside'.

"Tell me, Alex, does Klaus piss you the fuck off every time he's around or is it just me? I haven't haggled on Albion in a while, but I coulda fucking swore that somebody just blew our cover," Ren said, irritation heavy in her voice. The voices quieted again, leaving Ren to only guess what was going on, though she found herself inching closer and closer to the door until Klaus and a very annoyed Ophelia came walking back out. Klaus was whispering something to the Captain, but the only thing Ren managed to catch was her own name. Her face turned a bright shade of red, and her hand was gripping her knife tightly.

She saw now why Ophelia hadn't wanted her to have a gun. If she'd had one, she'd have shot Klaus on principle.

"We'll stay at one of the inns ten minutes away from here. Due to some "unexpected development", we'll need to rethink our approach here. Getting out will no longer be as easy as getting in."

Ren's face contorted into something resembling a grin as she glared at Klaus.

"You don't say, Cap? Would it have something to do with a 'woman outside' or is my hearing just now what it used to be, Klaus?"

She didn't bother waiting for an answer, storming off before she did something she regretted. She kept her distance from Klaus as they made their way to the inn, trying to keep either Alexander or Ophelia between herself and Mr. Cincaid to keep her temper in check. She also hung back with Alex when the Captain and Klaus went to get their rooms. Once they were settled in, Ophelia sat them down and briefed them.

"Regarding our shopping, things managed to go smoothly aside from some communication error that compromised our cover. Now, the tricky part is retrieving the items. These guys keep all of their stock in a large warehouse up North, right next to the exotic animal farm. But we won't be going today."

Ren shot Klaus a look as Ophelia looked out the window, but bit her tongue. They weren't in public, so their ranks were somewhat re-established. She blew up once today in front of the Captain, and didn't want to make it a habit.

"I'll rent a transporter up North and retrieve the parts. As much as I was instructed to, I won't be able to take all of you with me, especially you Kotko. We are not in a good position to be seen together right now. At this point, I expect that those men at the streets are looking for the two "foreign guys" and their female companions," Ophelia started, but a thought seemed to cross her mind as she turned to look at Ren, "Being from this colony as well, have you gotten into any kind of trouble with any of the people here? Do you think those people will recognize you if ever you did?"

Ren sat down on her bed at the question, looking off to the side as she thought about how to answer. She remembered the guy from before, who'd been taking pictures on his phone, and bit her lip. She might as well say something now, if he had been doing what she thought he'd been doing.

"I may have been in the middle of a job when I was arrested. I was hauling cargo for this guy named Conrad Walker, mean bastard most folks know by Conman Conrad. He...might not have been too happy about my not delivering it" Ren said, looking out the window now herself. This was assuming Conrad survived his buyers not getting those mech class weapons she was supposed to deliver.

"...Anyway. One of you will accompany me up North and the other is to stay here with Ren to monitor the situation outside. You can see the streets from the rooftop. Call us if any blockades or other deterrents are being prepared. So, who's staying with who? Who wants to be bossed around by me for a little while longer?"

"Dibs on Alex. Safer for everyone if Klaus has 'communication errors' as far away from me as possible. Especially if they involve me," Ren barked, glaring at Klaus again. No one had said exactly what his slip up was, but Ren had caught enough to know it had involved her in someway. Klaus might have thought he was being cute, but Ren was lacking her usual sense of humor today.

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As the Captain scanned the room, Petya caught a glimpse of one of the other pilots, Athena if his memory served, looking at him. The look was intense, though Petya was uncertain as to what emotion the woman was having as she looked him over. He'd never seen eyes do the things hers were doing, but what confused him most was how she was doing so when they'[d not even so much as greeted one another. He'd had an idea that was somewhat perpendicular to the one she had shared, but she'd gone so far as to commend him, hadn't she? She shouldn't be upset if that is the case so Petya couldn't help but be confused as to her motives. The look was brief, so Petya had assumed it must have just been gas. They'd added some spice to the food in the mess hall, and figured it might not be agreeing with her. Either way, he'd not dwell on it much. Perhaps commenting on the food might be a good way of establishing comradeship with her after the briefing...

Petya refocused his attention as the Captain addressed the men once more, saluting as he finished and made his leave. It would seem the Captain and Athena were in unison as to the direction the unit was to move in.

"It seems that we have a change of plans, that much is certain." Graham sighed, "to be fair, we can think of anything without worrying about being caught by High Command- after all, their watchdog isn't here as of the moment." He glanced around the room, clearing his throat. "As you probably know, humans and the people on Albion are rather finicky with their money. Since we've been ordered to ruin the negotiations between the humans and the ones on Albion, we could try to play on their greed and stubborn nature. Debating prices of certain items could potentially make a seller not want to sell off the item to the humans at all, perhaps? Of course, I'll still take suggestions on how to ruin their encounters with the corrupt people of Albion. If you have any then feel free to speak."

Petya's eyes lit up as he garnered a new idea.

"Sir, I believe a bidding war would cost the enemy financially. If they are here for repairs, then there is no way they could afford to forego parts. We could drive their prices up and stall them while our own work is done. Either we frustrate the enemy into leaving for another colony, leaving them open to ambush as they limp away, or bankrupt them and drive down morale. They would literally be unable to afford another full scale battle with us," Petya beamed, though another idea struck him as soon as he'd finished the first.

"We could also send out a demolitions team to set charges on the enemy hull, forcing them into new negotiations. I have faith our scouts could infiltrate a repair team on colony."

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Character Portrait: Ophelia C. Rossweisse Character Portrait: Alexander Hunter Character Portrait: Ellis Arjuna Character Portrait: Ren Kotko Character Portrait: Klaus Cincaid Character Portrait: Athena The Laughing Queen
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"Dibs on Alex. Safer for everyone if Klaus has 'communication errors' as far away from me as possible. Especially if they involve me,"

"Noted. Then--" Having heard Ren's opinion, Ophelia charges Klaus with the mission. "Seems like you'll be accompanying me for a little while longer. Consider this another chance. I just pray that we don't run into any unpredictable encounters along the way."

The colonies, despite being large space stations, do have their own simulated cycles of night and day in order to remind the residents of life on Earth as much as possible. For the most part, it works but people still miss out on watching the sunset. So instead of a sky, the people have a mechanical ceiling to look at.

"I can never get used to this mechanical sky for too long." Ophelia muttered as she looked out the window. Their pursuers seems to have given up the chase in the meantime. Figuring that they should be able to catch a couple of hours rest, she decided to wander around a little bit.

"I'm going sightseeing for a little while. Try not to get into anymore trouble. Oh, and keep your curtains open. More private quarters attract more unneeded attention in this side of town."



"Come to think of it, I haven't heard anything from the Trials for a while now." Ellis realized while she was making her rounds around the inner walls of the colony. Compared to the residential area outside, the utility corridors are shrouded in an everlasting night, making it more suitable for her infiltration needs.

It had been a couple of days since she had entered Albion. Disturbance was quite abundant in such an old colony so she was well aware that scouting here would entail being cut off from the rest but--she had gotten used to something going on in that ship that it was feeling rather suspicious now that it has gone quiet.

"Something's not right..." Making her way back to her machine, she opened a communications channel to the Trials but the strong disturbance made it difficult to deliver her report. Graham and Lilas...two high-ranking officials aboard and she felt like she can't trust any of them. Making a call to the regular soldiers may just mean that the message is ignored, leaving her with only one option.

"No, there is someone else." From the list of available open channels, she opened one that connects to the CCA-VI. "Report from Arjuna. Irregular movement within the colony detected. It's rather low-profile for now but most of the individuals going around were suspicious. And armed. How are things going on your end?"

She wasn't sure with whom does Athena's loyalties lie with but the mere fact that she was a veteran makes her the safer option among the other soldiers to contact.

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Character Portrait: Ophelia C. Rossweisse Character Portrait: Graham Ashworth Character Portrait: Alexander Hunter Character Portrait: Petya Burundukov Character Portrait: Ren Kotko Character Portrait: Klaus Cincaid
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Alexander listened to the woman's musings, glancing around occasionally to see if anyone was suspicious. The sudden sound of shouting- softened by their distance from the place- directed his attention to the shop. He considered moving closer to listen in for a moment, but managing only to pick up a few words here and there, he decided that it wouldn't have been the best choice. A few moments later the voices quieted down, and Klaus emerged along with the Captain.

"Looks like someone's not happy..." He murmured to himself, seeing Ren storm off. Shrugging, he followed. They were already trying to stay undercover- might as well try and prevent any inner fights from breaking out within their little group. Luckily enough they were able to make it to the inn in one piece. When they were safe in their rented room, the Captain briefed them on what would be going on. Due to the unexpected development from earlier, it looks like they would be delayed. For now. The thought made Alexander's soul sink for a moment- he almost felt like a Transcendent hanging among humans within this place. And all thanks to his grandfather's words.

Of course, he wouldn't say that out loud.

As usual, they were split off into pairs. He had barely spoken out when-- "Dibs on Alex. Safer for everyone if Klaus has 'communication errors' as far away from me as possible. Especially if they involve me." "That sums it up nicely." Alexander shrugged. "Well, there you go, Cap." While he would normally be more laid-back and admittedly, under normal circumstances, in a situation like this he would crack a joke and possibly make it worse, but right now no one seemed to be in the mood for humor. He was no exception.

"I'm going sightseeing for a little while. Try not to get into anymore trouble. Oh, and keep your curtains open. More private quarters attract more unneeded attention in this side of town." While it seemed that their pursuers had given up for the meantime, there were still risks. "When they come back, hopefully it's not with guns and knives and bloodthirsty expressions."

"And I really need that drink now at this point."



"Sir, I believe a bidding war would cost the enemy financially. If they are here for repairs, then there is no way they could afford to forego parts. We could drive their prices up and stall them while our own work is done. Either we frustrate the enemy into leaving for another colony, leaving them open to ambush as they limp away, or bankrupt them and drive down morale. They would literally be unable to afford another full scale battle with us."

"Stalling them is one of our objectives, and the other is to pin the blame on Albion..." The idea sounded promising enough. The recruit had a good head on his shoulders. Before he could speak, the man had come up with another idea- "We could also send out a demolitions team to set charges on the enemy hull, forcing them into new negotiations. I have faith our scouts could infiltrate a repair team on colony." The second one was a bit more risky than the first- Graham thought it over for a moment.

"Hey, Lead? The new guy's kinda right." Nilson spoke up, grinning crookedly at the Commander. "Going with your idea for messing around with their pride and stubborn nature, that's our best course of action. We were ordered to ruin any form of goodwill between the crews, right?" A glance at his personal unit and he could notice that the other pilots seemed to agree as well- Rivaille still looked like she had much more to say, but as he met her gaze she quickly looked away-. "Then our plan is settled. Our purpose here is to stall the humans long enough while the Trials will send false transmissions to make it look like this ship was captured by rogues. Some of us will also disembark out to ruin the negotiations between the humans and the people on Albion, through the bidding war idea. The humans will be at a disadvantage against us if this mission goes well- not only will they have problems negotiating, they'll also be almost defenseless against us when they come into contact with us again."

He'd say completely defenseless, but the image of the wrecked ships and Rivaille's trashed Zweireiter popped up in his mind again. The humans wouldn't be able to afford another fight with them like that, but if there's one thing that he could praise about the humans, it was their fighting skill.

"If there are no more questions about this plan, then I will be meeting you all at Hangar 2. Prepare everything you need to carry out the mission."

Exiting quickly, he prepared himself for the next occurring events that would no doubt make him question his allegiance. Again.