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Once Jamie had learned his Zoid was aboard the ship, he'd wasted no time heading for the hangar. Despite getting a little...waylaid en route and now suffering an inexplicable hankering for cake, of all things, he'd promptly resumed his search, intent on nothing but his mech.

Poised now in the doorway of the hangar, he peers in somewhat hesitantly. He wants his Zoid to be here, more than he's willing to admit, but at the same time he's a little afraid to get his hopes up and be disappointed. He's still not entirely sure he can trust everything Stacy says - but then again, Vega's Zoid is supposedly here, so there's no reason Jamie's shouldn't be...

And then, he spots her. Standing docilely in a dimly-illuminated berth - huge boxy head angled toward the ground, foreclaws limp, optics glowing faintly blue - is the Geno Saurer.

There's a pause, and then Jamie, well...squeals. He utters an utterly un-masculine noise of glee and sprints toward the Zoid, leaving an almost palpable trail of sparkles and glitter and rose petals and shoujo bubbles and fluffy bunnies in his wake. He clears the distance in practically no time and throws himself at the Geno's hindtalon, clinging to it like some kind of depraved howler monkey.

This is one happy nerdboy, right here.

The Geno - though it's hard to tell if it's actually pleased or not - at the very least responds to Jamie's presence, its optics lighting more brightly as the teen nuzzles its claw and chatters mushily at it: "Oh man I missed you so much. How's my girl? Howsmygirl? Did you miss me? 'Cause I missed you, yes I did..."

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Jamie notes the eye-flare - and, in particular, the sharpening of the Zoid's focus on him. It's a little disconcerting; the Fury's attention is much more noticeable than the Geno's, more intense. Jamie fidgets, shifting his weight uneasily.

"Can you, uh. Can you actually...understand what I'm saying to you?" He knows Ultimate Xes are smarter than regular Zoids, but he's not sure that that intelligence allows for the actual comprehension of human speech. Certainly Bit seemed able to carry on conversations with his Liger, but he was the thing's pilot. And he was, well, Bit. Guy was special in more ways than one.

The Fury tilts its head forward a little bit and rumbles again.

It can mostly figure out what Jamie's saying, picking up on certain words it knows and putting them together. Jamie's not Vega, so it's a little harder, but it can.

This makes Jamie back up a couple steps; Zoids don't normally move on their own at all, and that the Fury is doing so - even if it's just a head-tilt - in response to him is, again, a little unnerving. It'd be pretty cool if it were any other Zoid, but the Fury is...kinda scary. Jamie chuckles nervously, still unsure if the Zoid is actually comprehending what he's saying to it or just responding to the fact that he's paying attention to it.

"Uh - good Zoid. Y'know I'm not gonna try to get in your cockpit or anything, right? 'Cause if you're like the Liger I know you probably wouldn't like that...you picked Vega for your pilot, like the Liger picked Bit. Right?"

"Hi Jamie!"

Somebody comes running up. Lo and behold, it's Vega. He has a datapad of some kind under one arm.

"Were you talking to Fury?" he asks, noticing where Jamie's looking and Fury's active attention, which shifts immediately to him. It's just as intense, but slightly less fierce.

To the Fury, he says, "It's okay Fury, this is Jamie. He likes Zoids too."

The Fury doesn't seem to respond to that, but continues to watch Vega. Its pilot. It is beyond happy to have its pilot back, as much as it can be happy about anything.

Jamie turns at Vega's approach, vaguely relieved that the kid's here for the Berserk Fury to focus on.

"...oh, hey. Yeah, I came to find my Zoid, and yours kinda...growled at me a little. He seemed to pay attention when I tried talking to him, so..." He shrugs a bit. "I was wondering if he can actually understand what people're saying to him, since he's supposed to be smarter than other Zoids 'n all."

Vega nods. "Yeah, he can. He's pretty smart. Or at least, he can understand what I say to him." Vega shrugs.

He looks up at his Zoid appreciatively. "He can move by himself too, but he's not supposed to do that." Then to the Fury. "You've been being good, right Fury?!"

The Fury remains properly inanimate, which Vega takes as a yes.

Whoah wait, other Zoid. Vega's attention span swings around back to that.

"You found your Zoid, huh?" he asks, turning to look at the Geno now. Vega's eyes are bright with interest as he appraises it.

"Yep, this is her." Jamie cranes his head back to peer up at the Geno Saurer, smiling fondly. His demeanor's a little more open than usual; having his Zoid back with him has lifted his spirits and stripped away some of the apathy and reservation he typically exhibits.

"She's a little different than the other Geno Saurers I've seen," he continues. Not that he's seen a lot of other Saurers, but it's true that they look different from this one. "They're black, and they don't have the missile pods or the crests on their heads..."

Vega nods quickly. "Yeah, I know what you're talking about." He's seen Geno Saurers just as the Fury has seen them. Seen, but no touchy.

"How'd you find her?" he asks, having already taken Jamie's cue that it's a girl Zoid. That's totally cool with him.

"I know the Geno Saurers we found were buried with the Fur-"

Oops! He catches himself a liiiiittle too late.

"Um, I mean, uh, nothing." He gives Jamie a slightly nervous glance. "I didn't tell you that."

At least Sarah's not here to get mad at him, Vega's usually good about not messing up like that. But he's excited! Zoids!

Jamie catches the slip and arches a brow, more at Vega's reaction than anything else. It makes sense - Vega's with the Backdraft and so were the three Geno Saurers that appeared during the Royal Cup; it's not surprising he'd know about them, nor that they were somehow associated with the Fury. This last piques Jamie's curiosity, but he decides to wait until later to pursue it; Vega's giving the impression right now that he's not supposed to talk about it.

"I didn't really find her," he says instead, in response to Vega's question. "That island I was on before I wound up here...her pilot disappeared and somehow she got left behind. I felt kinda bad that she didn't have anyone to take care of her, so I started keeping her tuned up and stuff."

He reaches out to rest his hand on the tip of one of her talons, looking up at her again with a sort of distant, thoughtful expression. "And now she's here with me instead of the Raynos I used to pilot. I guess that means...she's really mine."

"I guess so," says Vega. The particulars aren't incredibly interesting to him, having a short attention span as he does. His focus lies in a different area.

"Have you got to fight any with her?" he asks, a test to see if he can go on with "have you gotten to use the Charged Particle Cannon", "what did you get to fight?", and other related questions. The Geno, Vega surmises, can't be too different from his Fury. They're both tyrannosaur types with similar shapes, and probably similar configurations. The particulars might be different but they're "family" in a way.

"Never really got the chance to. Plus the island wasn't really set up to do big repairs if someone's mech got seriously damaged. I tested her a little, though, to see what she could do." He pauses and then adds, somewhat uneasily: "Fired off her CPC once." The circumstances under which that had taken place had been weird and glorious and kind of unsettling, all at the same time, and he still isn't really sure how he feels about it.

"Really? How'd that go?" Vega has to wonder.

He hasn't really gotten the chance to use the Fury's much at all. What with the Vega you can't do that without armor! and Vega the training dome cannot contain a Charged Particle blast, how many times do we have to tell you?!

Jamie contemplates, scratching his cheek thoughtfully. "...eh. Well, it's...got quite a punch. I didn't really fire it at anything, just shot it out over the water so I didn't, y'know...destroy stuff. She seemed to like it, though," he adds, glancing back up at the Geno. The Zoid sits there placidly, looking as innocuous as a hundred-ton mechanical tyrannosaurus can look.

"Fury really likes to fight," says Vega. "Sometimes it's hard to get him to stop."

He doesn't seem worried about that, though. Why would it be dangerous?

"I like the cannon, but? It's kinda slow. You gotta plan when you're going to use it or you're just leaving yourself open to get all shot up or jumped all over and stuff. And it's bad because your legs're locked down, and you can't sweep with the tail if the vents are open because it has to be straight."