trans_9 | A Junker's Dream Come True [OPEN]

"Oh..."

"...my..."

"...god!"

Lowe's exclamation could be heard as it echoed throughout the hangar. It was like being 8 again and waking up Christmas morning. Inside was nothing but vehicles of all types. It was like a melting pot of hundreds of thousands of civilizations' technologies. Many of them a lot more advanced than what ZAFT, the Earth Alliance and Orb could EVER make.

[There's a lot of machines in here. It's almost impossible to count...!] 8 chirped in.

"I know! Ah, man...! I gotta see, I gotta see...!" Lowe said, making his way over to the first thing he saw: an X-Wing. "Man, look at this! This is too sleek of a machine to be a normal Mobile Armor! A-And those guns... they have to be beam weaponry!" He pulled himself away and made his way to the next machine he saw - the Unicorn Thunderzord. "Man, look at this thing! Such an odd design! There has to be something more to it, though: there's no way it could JUST be like this!"

[Perhaps it's a component of something!] 8 said.

"It has to be!" Lowe said. The next thing he gazed at: the Unit 2. "Wow... that thing's HUMONGOUS! There's no way that's a Mobile Suit - Mobile Suits that big is just ASKING to get it's butt kicked!"

[We're dealing with a melting pot here. What may be a sitting duck in our world may be... Hold on!] 8 chirped before being stopped. [I think... 20 meters in front of us!]

"Twenty meters...?" Lowe repeated, confused. He made his way forward and gasped. In front of him was a VERY familiar machine. "It's... it's Red Frame! But, it's different!"

[Perhaps it's a gift from our saviors!] 8 said.

"It has to be... I-I gotta check it out!" Lowe said, making his way into the cockpit.

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One of the mecha nearer the front of the hangar is online, eyes glowing red, but it's quiet. The Berserk Fury (http://obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com/1019.html) observes this new intruder in the hangar with a just-perceptible sense of "you are being watched".

Yes, Lowe, the big metal T-Rex is staring at you.

As Lowe made his way around, he couldn't help but notice the T-Rex mecha just... looking at him. It really unnerved him.

"...sheesh. And here I though those BuCUEs and LaGOWEs were freaky looking..." Lowe commented, still looking at the Berserk Fury. "That thing's downright terrifying!"

There's a thudding noise of boots on metal and a kid appears, looking down off the mech's shoulder. He's perching up there like he's been doing it his whole life.

"He's not so bad!" the kid calls down, then squints a bit at Lowe.

"Who're you?"

Lowe blinked in surprise at the kid on the machine. Was that his? The way he was on it, it had to be!

"Well... I hope so! He looks vicious!" Lowe said. "I'm Lowe, by the way!" He lifted up the suitcase-like device holding 8. "And this is 8!"

[A pleasure!] 8 replied.

"He's just grumpy, don't mind him," says Vega, thumping one of the huge pale purple armor plates.

"Nice to meetcha! I'm Vega!"

The kid hops up onto part of the Zoid and vanishes as he crosses its shoulders, then he reappears when he hops onto one of the chitinous catwalks that wrap around it. He jogs over to the rail and slides down it, landing on the hangar floor. It's apparently a well-practiced maneuver.

"This," he says, pointing up at the mech, "is my Zoid!"

"A Zoid?" Lowe said, not showing his surprise over Vega's impressive run. "Wow... never heard of those. Then again, I'm kinda surprised at the fact you have this!" That was probably an understatement - he was shocked when he found out that Kira was the pilot of the Strike and he was 16! Vega looked at least 12!

[Is it alive or does it have some sort of AI?] 8 replied. This coming from an AI itself.

He looks at 8, curiosity evident. "Well, I guess he does? Fury's an Ultimate X. He's really smart. He's not like any other Zoid I've ever had and not even Sarah knows how he works."

He looks back to Lowe and nods. Someone else who doesn't know Zoids, oh well.

"Nobody seems to've heard of 'em here," Vega says, scratching the back of his neck a little. "And why's it surprising?" This last gets a hint of suspicion.

[An Ultimate X, huh?] 8 said, a bit surprised. That's a new one, that's for sure.

Lowe catches that hint of suspicion. "Woah, I don't mean anything bad about it! Just that..." He lets out a sigh as he runs his hand through his hair. "...where I came from, I didn't realize that kids were being used to pilot Mobile Suits. I found that out when I first met Kira..."

"Oh, you know Kira?" Vega brightens instantly, any perceived slight forgotten. "I know him, he's here! Have you seen him yet?"

"Oh, I met him when I first woke up!" Lowe said. "It took me by surprise, though - I didn't expect him to be older than I remember him."

"Older than you remember him?" Vega furrows his brow. "So you guys are like from different times? I've heard of that happening sometimes. I only know one person here from home and I didn't know him real well before anyway."

Yzak, who was moving about and examining the hangar, passed by this particular mech. Such a different look for one caught his eye, and he paused, turning to it to get a closer look.

A couple of moment later he gets the eerie feeling that he's being watched, so looks up to its eyes.

"..." And gives it a staredown.

The Fury stares back. It seems... alive. More alive than a machine has any right to be.

It growls. The Fury doesn't recognize this person. Not his pilot, and not any of the other people he sees scrambling around in here.

The growl catches somebody's attention. There's the sound of a pair of small boots on metal, and a kid with dark, messy hair pokes his head out from a precarious perch on top of the Zoid. "What's up, Fury?"

The Zoid doesn't answer, but he spots the stranger on the hangar floor.

Vega waves. "Oh, hey!"

"Did that thing just growl?"

Yzak scowled up at the machine, seeing no point for something like it needing such a sound-system installed.

The kid makes a face. "Yeah, he does that sometimes sorry!" he calls down. "Fury's kinda weird with strangers!"

He directs his next, quieter comment toward the thing's head. "Relax, Fury. We've got new people."

It doesn't respond.

After meeting Lowe, or more specifically, learning a little about 8, Yzak wasn't too taken aback at the kid's actions.

"It's an AI?"

"Kinda!" he replies, making a seesawing motion with his hand.

"Don't listen to him, he's grumpy because he hasn't gotten to fight in a while!"

Hasn't gotten to fight? Yzak looked a bit confused at the statement.

"Does that mean you just woke up here, too? I was under the impression that we were here to fight."

"Nah, we haven't had a chance to use stuff this big yet is all!" says Vega.

He climbs off the Fury onto the chitinous catwalk and slides down the handrailing. He spends a lot of time down here.

"Most of the fighting I've saw was with people on foot."

He won't admit it, but it's at least forty times scarier.

"On foot? And how did that work out?" Yzak crossed his arms, assuming the worst. Considering the weaponry and means of defense he knew from his world, he figured being on foot was a very vulnerable downgrade against forces strong enough to wipe out universes.

"It was kinda messy and nobody'd let me fight." Vega makes a face a little bit. "I can shoot though, so it was really dumb."

That's to say nothing about Vega's actual ~~lack of~~ ability with a handgun.

"Either they're underestimating you, or don't think you quite possess the right skills. Curious, though, as you were out there either way."

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