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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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"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."