Duo looked from Quatre to Trowa. "Well, I guess." He took out a tool kit and opened Deathscythe's cockpit. He was more objective than Quatre, but more emotional than Trowa. Heck, a Gundam was more emotional than Trowa.
Heero wasn't thinking.He sighted and blew another Suit away. Action and reaction made up his code.
"Wing Zero, we have another Suit on scope. Hold your fire."
"Roger that," Heero replied.
I was in the mess hall when I heard the news. "Lieutenant Sora, come up front."
"Sir," I said around a mouthful of soggy granola. I practically lived on it these days.
"Your Suit is ready. Command says that you should test it. There will be no martail action as of yet."
No martial action? I thought. The Unity is a weapon! All I said was, "Sir," like a good sodier should.
Piloting her wasn't your usual push-a-sud, fire-the-gun action. It required thought. I pushed myself, as well as Unity, and finished well under time.
"Good job, Lieutenant Sora." I blinked. Who's talking?
"Hello, Sora! This is the Unity."
"Stop playing tricks," I muttered.
Suddenly a siren blared in my ear. "This is not a drill! Please respond!"
My eyes widened. "Unity?"
"I bleive the correct response is 'No, duh.'"
"That's all I need: a Mobile Suit with a sense of humor."
"I heard that, lieutenant."
This time, I laughed.
