Honestly, I'm sorry. This was suppose to be out during Christmas but I never got around to finishing this up along with the next two chapters. Sporadic updates my ass.

I apologize. Anyways, on with the story.

Disclaimer: I Do not own anything that you recognize and if you don't recognize that, well someone else might so... I don't own much.

"Well, did you find anything?"

"Yeah. Bingo miss Kinue."

The female Crossroad stared at the computer in which her colleague sat in front of.

"I thought so, Aeolia Schenberg."

The male scratched his head in confusion. "But that doesn't make any sense at all. Isn't he already dead? And even if he didn't die, he would be over a hundred, wouldn't he?"

Hearing shouting from the side, the two turned in perfect sync towards the man who yelled.

"What? Celestial Being was there?"

Their questioning gaze shot across the room as said man continued to talk into his phone, more than obvious towards the looks he had garnered.

"Wait. So they were spotted in the Sri Lankan war? And they fought suits from both sides?" He started typing notes as his informant continued to speak. "There was also a mobile armor spotted?"

Other reporter started to drift towards the man.

Mutterings could be heard.

'Both sides?'

'An armor?'

'But weren't armors deemed to clumsy for combat AFTER mobile suits?'

'Yeah. But if it was on Celestial Beings' side then it could probably match the normal suits.'

The young man shuddered. "They attacked suits from both sides?" He turned towards his monitor. "Are they trying to be martyrs?"

Kinue wondered the same thing. "I don't know but if they continue to so, they'll just end up pissing a lot of mighty people off." She looked towards the same monitor.

The man sighed and huffed before crossing his arm with a frown on his face.

Kinue continued to stare at the video of Aeolia, contemplating deeply.

"Celestial Being... What in the world are they thinking?"

"Madness. A single intervention and they think they can end the conflict that has been raging for over three hundred years?"

Sergei's voice was filled with shocked and bitterness. Who did these people think they are? Some kinds of Gods?

The communicator over his ear beeped as the person continued his brief and yet long report.

"And only a single mobile suit was able to defeat full squadrons on its own." He paused. "I see. There was also a mobile armor there. Was the armor emitting any kind of particles?"

Again the ear-piece beeped. "So it was using an AEU-Hellion type engine. And our squads wasn't able to damage it slightly?"

Sergei's eyes widened as the man on the other side finished his report. "It combusted into flames as it neared the green suit with the sniper?"

His eyes hardened. "No Lieutenant. I do not believe that one of our men was able to shoot down the armor. If they weren't able to shoot it down before, then they wouldn't be able to shoot it down then. That is all, thank you for the report."

He clicked the device off before thinking.

There are new players here. Ones that are targeting Celestial Being specifically. Or are they just taking out the major threat first? Either way, they seem just as strong or even stronger than Celestial Being.

He floated towards the space gallery.

The sound of glass touching glass clinked as Wang Liu Mei put down her ceramic tea cup.

She opened her brown eyes with a grin on her face.

"Not just once time but as many times as many."

"Until the world war is over."

Allejandro Corner opened his eyes at the metropolis that was his to own.

"And then they will begin to turn their hatred towards us."

Behind him, the mint haired Innovade finished for him. "It is because we are Celestial Being."

Ribbons Almark smiled. Yes, we are Celestial Being. We will carry out Aeolia Schenberg's plan. I will carry out Aeolia Schenberg's plan.

The bottle in Sumeragi's hand shuddered as she clenched her fist.

"We are Celestial Being. We will continue our interventions not just once but as many times as many. It is because we are Celestial Being. We are the pain that always accompanies a great change."

Allelujah clutched his throttle as he slowed near his team-mates.

"I see. So that's what happened."

There was a collective nod.

"So I guess I owe you a 'thank you' huh, Setsuna?" Lockon joked.

The blue meister hid his grin. "I guess. Maybe I'll cash it in later."

"Yeah, we'll grab some booze later."

Allelujah decided to butt in. "Wait, aren't you a bit too young Setsuna?"

"Hey. Old enough to kill, old to enough to drink and do some other...unmentionables in company."

Allelujah blinked as did Lockon. "Wow. That actually made sense in a 'war-time' kind of way."

Next to Setsuna, Feldt blushed. She knew what the unmentionable meant but she has never experienced it before.

Tieria kept silent as the three males conversed. So deep in thought he was, he never noticed the two large blimps on his map.

Their alarms blared as the large blimps suddenly multiplied into six smaller blimps.

The Astrea, being the point, was separated as gun fire hailed atop the four.

One of the Flags sped towards the lone Astrea as the five converged with the others.

"Hello Gundam!"

Feldt brought out her dual blades and prepared to slice the Flag in two but was shocked as the Flag transformed mid-air with a beam blade blocking her own swords.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance!"

Feldt gritted her teeth.

Setsuna watched her move. He knew she learned fast and it showed but he also knew that the man piloting the suit was a tough nut to fight.

Graham Aker, MSWAD Ace pilot.

"Being a sentimental Virgo and all made me feel like we were destined to meet," then his Feldt his voice smirk. "Or maybe you just stopped emitting those pretty green light of yours. That's probably it."

Feldt dodged the shots that were aimed for her but was unprepared for the beam blade to careen towards their cockpit.

Then she felt a hand grip on the throttle and looked up to see Setsuna look at her with a question in his gaze.

She understood.

She quickly pushed herself out of the seat while Setsuna maneuvered the Astrea.

Graham was surprised to see the gundam suddenly move.

He had thought he had gotten the gundam only to find the movements changed. What was suddenly instinctual moves were now experienced forms.

The Astrea suddenly jinxed backward before bursting forward with a blade pointed at the Flags main camera.

Graham brought his sword up to block only to see it pass by his sword.

Too late to dodge the other blade, he caught the Astrea in mid-swing with his gun only to jump back and transform as the gun exploded.

To Setsuna, all his moves were as clear as crystal. His movements were perfect but to him, it was as if Graham was in slow-motion. The downward slash was easy to counter with a few more maneuvers crossing his mind as he fought.

To Feldt, it was like watching a God dominate a rat. She saw the calm, swift movements of Setsuna as he deftly controlled the Astrea. Every move parried and not a movement wasted. She could also see a glint of amusement in his eyes as they battled. She felt... inferior to the man next to her. And she felt humbled that he still wasted time on people like her.

To Graham, the battle was intense. But he was satisfied. When the first time they crossed blades, he felt the movements of the gundam hesitate. Unsure. Insecure. But then when he had nearly delivered a critical blow, the movements changed. Then when they crossed for the second time, he felt the movements of a different person. He then knew that there were two people in the Astrea. And he felt terrified of fighting such an opponent for when their blades met, he could feel the power. The hidden power that the pilot exuded. And it scared him.

He felt... insignificant.

But while he was terrified, he enjoyed their battle. He had never been pushed to his limit in such a long time. Never. And then this gundam out-matches him.

He pinged his men back as they left the field. He was thankful that his team survived. It would not do for command to lose resources. The most damages dealt were a few missing weapons with a barely clipped wing.

Looking back at the floating Astrea he thought of one thing and one thing only.

I look forward to the day we meet in combat once again... Gundam.

"My, oh my. You really are unpredictable."

Billy continued typing into his laptop.

Graham sat next to him, his team already hitting the changing rooms.

"Leading a team to test out these so-called gundams. Not to mention coming out of it alive with your Flags untapped."

Graham scratched his head.

"I lost a rifle out there," Graham sighed. "I'll go write up an apology to command after this."

Billy looked at him from the corner of his eyes. "I don't think you'll have to. Considering the data I managed to analyze from the fight you and your team engaged in, I'd say that it was a good trade. Heck, even if you lost your Flag, the trade-off would've been worth it. The paint you scraped off in the melee might give us some good leads."

Graham continued to stare off into the distance.

"That Celestial Being pilot. I keep thinking about how young she was."

This time Billy looked up from his laptop. "Come again? How do you know? Did you talk to him?"

Graham shook his head before looking at his Flag. "No. Of course not. He signaled his emotions through the way his mobile suit moved. Though it was hard to tell if IT was a he." He looked at Billy. "There were feminine movements there too. It was there but was quite faint."

He crossed his arms. "There was also something else there. I'm pretty sure that it was a him this time. Young but at the least older than the other one. And a lot more harder to kill too."

Graham closed his eyes, replaying the fight in his mind.

Billy grinned at his oldest friends.

The speaker overhead crackled to life. The gruff voice of the pilot spoke through. "We, uh, lost the gundams sir."

Graham expected this.

"We just got dumped."

Setsuna kept an eye on the map as Feldt continued onward. The other three were silent as they still couldn't get over the fact that THEY were assaulted with the Astrea as a priority target. More so to the fact that they couldn't even destroy a single one suit, the also saw the Astrea having a hard time against that Flag.

Until Setsuna stepped in.

"Are you alright, Feldt?"

Feldt was shaken out of her musings as Setsuna asked her the question.

"Y-yeah. I'm just surprised."

"I am too. What were two Union air-crafts doing in HRL area anyways?"

Feldt looked at the Krudgis boy.

Noticing her stare, he shrugged.

"It was a legit question to ask."

"S-setsuna?"

She received a hum in response.

"How did you get so good?"

She could feel it before he even said anything.

"I was...formerly a child soldier." His voice was like ice. "Of KPSA."

Feldt stiffened. Being an adopted brother to Neil gave her the perks of knowing the history about the man in green.

KPSA was his motivation for changing the world. And to hear that her hero was once former KPSA and a child soldier made her freeze in shock and pity him for when Neil would find out.

"I-I see."

"Ma'am, all five reports have been submitted."

Sumeragi nodded in thanks.

"There's also a note from Setsuna to give the go ahead for production of Chimera and Astrea fonts."

"I see. Alright, I'll tell Ian to start production of the reinforced Chimera and the Astrea fonts."

Walking towards the loading bays she saw Ian working in the cockpit of a remodeled Chimera.

"Hey Ian. Setsuna say that the Chimera is good to use for combat. The fonts are also effective."

Ian looked up with a grin. "Good, I've already started anyways."

"By the way, Setsuna and Tieria will be back later tonight."

Ian slid under the cockpit. "Yeah. I've already finished the burst Exia blade. Most of the fonts have been finished too."

Walking into the lobby of the HRL tower, Heavens Pillar, Setsuna and Feldt was met with the sight of people walking around the lobby, visiting shops and eating in restaurants.

Moving towards a group of three men, the two soon met up with their meister friends.

Looking up, Lockon noticed the two and made a note to tell Sumeragi how cute the two looked. He also made a note to remember this as blackmail material.

"Hey, you two. You know how late you both are? Maybe had some fun in bed or something?"

Allelujah smirked. He enjoyed the way Feldt blushed cutely.

Setsuna on the other hand shrugged. "Hey, at least I got some."

Allelujah decided to retract his last statement. He greatly enjoyed the way Feldt blushed AND the silly look of Lockon with his jaws dropped and his pupil dilating.

"We've submitted our report to VEDA. Hopefully Miss Sumeragi confirms."

Tieria stared at the ravenette. "Perhaps, I shall be checking both your reports myself later."

Both teens turned to him and replied in a dead-pan.

"Sure."

Lockon blinked. When did they become so in sync.

Laughing, he turned to Tieria. "Ah well, at least we're all safe. We leave space to you, Setsuna, Tieria. Feldt, Allelujah and I will prepare for our next mission."

Setsuna looked at the data-pad he held before seeing a blink at the corner.

"Well, what do you know. Ian one-upped me and redesigned a different ship."

A look of wonder crossed his face before he gave a small grin.

Brandishing the data-pad he held, Tieria spoke. "I'll make sure to follow the proceeding of the missions. Though I have my doubts." He glanced at the wine-eyed miester.

The other four meisters grinned and smirked.

A waiter walked up towards the pentagon. "Here are your orders."

While Fedlt had no qualms about the milk she held in her hands, Setsuna was quick to complain.

Looking down at the white liquid he sighed. "It's milk."

Lockon smirked. "I know."

"Then you know I hate milk in the morning. I prefer coffee."

"Yeah. I just ordered milk because I know you don't like it."

Setsuna huffed loudly but still brought the glass to his lips.

"Anyways, do you really think it would work? I mean using the elevator to get a unit into space. Risky don't you think?"

The three meisters looked at the retreating backs of Tieria and Setsuna.

"Yeah, there's nothing to worry about. It's mixed in with the colony construction materials as planned. As long as it's the same weight and it gets through boarding then there are no checks after that. Especially here."

Allelujah nodded while Feldt continued to sip her milk.

"I guess that's their Achilles heel and if we had a weak point of our own, I guess that it'd be the fact that without the gundams, the Ptolemaios operating time is severely limited. With only four solar reactors, we-"

A gentle hand clutched his shoulder. Fedlt smiled at him.

"You're rambling Allelujah."

"Y-yeah. Sorry."

Minutes later, a melodic tone echoed across the station. All three stared at the big screen.

"Their train. It's leaving now."

All three continued to watch as the train departed noiselessly.

"Alrighty, let's get outta here and go home."

Feldt and Allelujah nodded in agreement.

"I really wish we could take a break of some sort."

Stretching his arm, Lockon replied. "Gotta strike while the iron's hot, Allelujah. The world's not gonna listen to us the first few times around."

"Good day Colonel. We've been waiting for you," A tall man said as he and four others continued to salute.

Colonel Sergei stared for a few seconds before saluting himself.

"And how did space treat you sir?"

Sergei put his arm down. "I find there's something comforting about gravity."

"I agree sir," the man said. "The commander has been waiting for you. This way-"

The man was stopped halfway as he reached for the man's bag.

"That's not needed. I'd like to stop by Ceylon first."

The man looked flustered. He hadn't thought that the Colonel wanted to go anywhere first.

"But sir, if we do that-"

"I only believe things that I've seen with my own pair of eyes. The commander will understand."

The mans eyes hardened before giving a crisp salute. "Sir, I will join you.

"Very well."

Graham stared at the wall in front of him. He refused to look at the man who had disrespected him.

"So you were there to see the new AEU's model but instead observed a huge mess."

Graham continued to stare but gave his own output. "I was there and I still can't believe a machine like that exists."

"I think that it's well-worth our time to research it."

Putting down his pen, the man looked at the two, more specifically at Graham. He smirked. "The top brass feel the same way." He broke contact before reaching into a drawer and pulling out two files with 'MSWAD' right on top.

Both Billy and Graham looked at each other in question before reaching towards the folders.

The man returned their glances with a firm stare. "Because you two have actually seen these gundam up close, the brass has decided that you both are to be transferred."

Graham opened his folder. "Oh. An Anti-gundam investigative task-force?"

The man crossed his hands before continuing. "The brass will give it a new name later."

Billy remained silent before seeing a name he was very familiar name.

"Professor Ralph Eifman." His eyes were wide. "He's going to be our chief technologist?"

The man nodded. "That's just proof of how bad brass thinks this is."

The two saluted.

"Lieutenant Graham Aker, Tech Adviser Billy Katagiri permission to transfer."

The man nodded. "Transfer permission granted."

Both men nodded before leaving the room.

Graham was also glad that he wouldn't be drawing breath in the same room anymore.

"Well... That was a surprise."

"Soft drink? They serve a special cocktail here that I highly recommend."

Wang Liu Mei looked up from her drink before schooling a smile. She watched as Alejandro Corner took the seat opposite her.

"I'm still a minor you know."

The man feigned shock before putting his hand on his chest.

"Well, do excuse me miss Wang Liu Mei." He glanced to his right where a waiter stood. Of course. The waiter was his personally paid waiter anyway. "I'll have the usual."

The waiter nodded before walking towards the bar.

Wang Liu Mei continued sipping her drink. "The third mission is about to go underway. If you'd like to follow the action then I'd suggest you to use three cameras."

Alejandro smiled widely before crossing his legs. "I simply cannot wait. I'll be sure to follow your suggestion."

"This way Colonel."

Sergei stood in front of the hanger doors as the sound of talk emanated from inside.

"So these are the missile tubes they used." He stared over the large and long appendage. "Have they found anything yet?"

The soldier next to him nodded. "Yes sir. You, over there!"

The white coat hurriedly ran over to where they were. He idly wondered if he was getting a promotion or a demotion.

"Give Colonel Smirnow Sergei the details."

The white coat turned from the young man to the older man. Oh.

"Yes sir." He looked at the giant contraption in front of them. Dozens of men swarmed around it like ants. "It looks to be a bombing module used by Celestial Being. The material used is almost new and state of the art. But the there is new evidence of it being new technology in it's construction, sir."

Sergie looked over the tubes with a critical eye. "And the missiles inside? Anything?"

"Right. After studying the residue still inside, he have determined that the missiles were of the three hundred kilogram guided types which by the way, no country or manufacturer produces these types."

The colonel turned from the man to the missile tube. "I see. So they produce them on their own."

Suddenly, he felt a bit less sure about this whole war.

The night sky was beautiful and if anyone had been around, they would have said so.

Skyline buildings could be seen but a tower stood in front of it, almost protectively. War lights situated around the building itself shined around it in a slow but sure pace.

"Judging from the impact your mobile suit took, I believe the gundam output is relatively six times than that of your FLAG. I'm almost giddy to know what kind of engines they use."

Graham felt almost the same.

"Yeah. It has a lot of power but at the same time is extremely agile."

When Billy looked back at Graham, he could've sworn that he saw a star in the middle of his unfocused eyes.

"Well yeah. My combat data confirmed that. And there's only one factor that makes that agility possible."

"That light?"

"Yes sir. The gundams bodies emitted particles of some kind."

"That explains some of my questions." Sergei's went up to his chin. "That would also explain how they were able to evade our radars and sensors."

"It is also most probable that it is utilized in its weaponry."

"Professor Eifman!"

"Aelion Schenberg. What a remarkable man. He possess technology decades beyond ours."

"Taribia huh?"

The green meister glanced at his orange clad companion. "Yeah. Illegal narcotics are based in that area so taking that out will be your job. After all, none of us has that much firepower."

Allelujah nodded. Kyrios was the only suit that was compatible with the missile tubes. One could say that they were made for each other.

"So all I have to do is circle once around the plantation, drop the bombs and leave." Allelujah scrolled down. "And no expected mobile suits in the vicinity. This'll be a milk run."

Lockon nodded. "Most probably yeah. I've got the South African mines. And as I predicted, resistance from both sides."

Allelujah tugged on his gloves. "That'll be easy too. The mobile suits are all old models. I didn't even know they still produced those kinds of suits."

"Well technically those suits weren't even produced for war. They were industrial suits," Lockon said. "But I guess retro-fitting it with a gun makes it war-ready. Not to mention, it's cheap and easy to make."

Allelujah nodded.

"I'm more worried about Feldt."

Allelujah looked at Lockon before glancing at is pseudo sister at the corner of his eye. "She's capable Lockon. Have a little faith."

Lockon sighed before clipping his suit closed. "I know but I can't help but worry. She has been with us for a while now."

"Where is she heading off to anyway?"

"Ceylon, HRL base." And with that Lockon waved his 'see you later' and headed off with Haro in tow.

"You know I heard everything... Right?"

Allelujah felt the hair on his back stand straight.

"A-ah, Feldt-"

"I know you worry about me too. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Three mobile suits slowly uprooted from their base.

One white with a duo of blades attached to the back.

A green suit with a sniper rack at the side.

And an orange ship with another set of tubes.

The three suits went into three different directions, light particles trailing behind in their wake.

The natives in South Africa didn't know what hit them.

They were fighting over that goddamned piece of land. Those mines were going to be their saving grace but damnit they knew there were other factions. Factions that wanted the same thing for the same purpose.

Then half of them started blowing up.

They didn't even see where it came from.

Then they saw blue and purple and green and a chill crept up their spine.

There was a gundam here.

One by one, their mobile suits blossomed into flowers of red and black.

"I hate this. I feel like too much of a bully," Lockon said to himself.

And he did.

Their suits were obsolete, trash. That's what they were. They fired bullets that couldn't-wouldn't- penetrate his armor. Provided they do hit his armor.

Their aim, ohmygod, it was just way off.

The gunshots echoed along the valley, shell casings cluttered the dirt.

Lockon aimed his pistol.

Purple lances of beams shot among the suits, him intentionally missing with a shot to the arm or leg on occasion.

"Get out or I'll start hitting you," he muttered, more to himself than the others.

The suits in the valley started going back, their minds having second thoughts, hell they already had second thoughts about the whole thing from the start anyway.

The sound of metal hitting dirt sounded like music to his ears but he continued firing, just to make sure.

"That's good. Less deaths this way."

Engine sounds echoed as the Kyrios flew across the open ocean.

"Narcotics huh."

His mind flashed to memories of his younger days.

He remembered when he was drugged, he was an experiment they said, they kept pumping morphine as they cut him open.

He remembered when they force fed him, keeping him asleep and yet awake. The drug was experimental to boot. He found out it was something to keep him more compliant.

He remembered when they strapped him to the table, pumped him with a new drug they came up, another experimental drug. They never found out what it was supposed to do in the end.

He cringed as phantom pains lanced at the back of his head.

Memories. He never had good ones. Although... Silver and gold came to mind.

Tarabia soon came to sight.

Allelujah flexed his fingers before pushing full forward.

Particles of blue and orange sped towards the island.

The star fighter quickly veered to the right before going above the clouds.

Feldt tightened her cuffs before rechecking her system.

It was the third time she has done that.

She still had a bad inkling.

"Ceylon. My target is an HRL base but there are no estimations as to how many there are." She sighed. She really didn't like this.

Gliding over the tree tops, her radar started pinging noisily.

"Mission area approaching." She blasted full speed. "Here we go."

She had five minutes.

Hopefully nothing bad would happen.

Then again, she may have jinxed herself.

The Kyrios barrel-rolled in the air as rifle bullets shot towards him.

While there was no expected mobile suit resistance, VEDA forgot to account the drug cartel that owned the narcotic patch.

Allelujah looked down at the many gangsters littering around the patch, their rifles raised and pointed at him.

He laughed at how ridiculous they looked.

Pushing forward, he went full speed before pressing the trigger.

Dozens of missiles fired, blasting off from the missile tube.

The pod itself detached into the blazing inferno soon after.

"Missions like these ones are a pleasure."

A glint of silver flashed in front of his face as the blade sliced downwards. Then his arm exploded and his legs swept from underneath.

The HRL soldier didn't know what was going on. He was just about to get some lunch before one of their suits exploded. From a purple beam.

Then this thing landed- crushed actually- on another. The blade swung downwards, cleaving a deep gout in the suit.

One of the Tierens still standing managed to fire off a round before it was cleanly sliced in half.

"All good here. I suppose I should be going now but..." Feldt trailed off as she heard an approaching engine.

The bad feeling she had had mostly disappeared but that machine, she knew something was different about that machine.

The Flight-type Tieren floated gently before landing, a dull thud being made. Then its gun dropped before it took it's carbon blade and brought it to bear.

Feldt narrowed her eyes as her senses were screaming for her to be alert.

"So he wants to challenge me with that machine. Alrighty, let's see what you got."

Feldt pushed her throttle forward, her Astrea moving in close before throwing an overhead swing.

The Tieren blasted back in an amazing show of agility before the blade arm shot forward.

The Astrea dodged before it's movements were halted.

Feldt gritted her teeth in annoyance as the Tieren's grip tightened. The bulky machine prepared it's blade and shot it forward again.

The blade flew up into the air as the Astrea brought it's own blade up and destroyed the offending arm.

Sparks flew as Feldt tried to cut the the gripping arm.

"Damn. He's that bad feeling." She felt her blade melt into the arm before cleanly slicing the arm in half.

She sighed in relief then sliced the Tieren in half.

"Is is over now?"

Tieria Erde glanced at the man in front of him.

Setsuna F Seiei was an interesting man.

He bore himself like a man yet he looked like a boy. A soldier and yet no as grizzled.

And he was an enigma.

VEDA had not told him of any other team except for his. And this irked him. How many other secrets was VEDA hiding from him?

He glanced at the man-child-soldier-youth. It was just hard to classify him as one of any other.

"Speak your mind, Tieria."

The Innovade openly stared at him at him.

"What are you?"

Stesuna looked at him from the corner of his eye. "I'm human just like everybody else."

"Spare me the lies," the Innovade snorted. "You're definitely not human but at the same time, your physical body IS human. What are you?"

"For your information, I am human," Setsuna spoke in a soft tone. "Wait until you have everything answered first. Then you'll know what I really am."

Tieria glared at Setsuna for a long time. "Very well. I shall hold you to that."

Setsuna glances at his companion before looking away.

"The stars are beautiful tonight."

A pod floated among the stars, peacefully drifting. Hissing could be heard as the inner mechanism shuddered.

The hatch opened to reveal Virtue and a blue figure.

The two floated aimlessly, until a symmetrical trail of blue lights lit up.

The Ptolemy opened it's hatch to receive the gundam.

"It feels good to be back in space."

His radio crackled. "I used to know someone who used to say that. Four years later he never said that again."

Amber eyes glared at his radio in betrayal.

The two soon reached the bay, with the Ptolemy leeching power from Virtue.

"Good job you two, let's go celebrate for a job well done."

Tieria left his seat with a shake of his head. "No thanks."

"You're no fun."

Setsuna quickly came up.

"Has Ian finished my armor?"

However instead of Sumeragi answering, Ian popped from behind the Innovator.

"Yeah and I will say this. She is a beauty."

Ian sent the schematics over to Setsuna who smiled upon receiving the plans.

"Yes. She is quite the beauty."

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