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trans_92010-06-05 10:43 am
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Shinn palmed Destiny’s cockpit open and slipped inside. If the mobile suit had been in storage for a while, there wasn’t any sign of it. There wasn’t dust on the screens or corrosion on the panels, and the machine’s diagnostics showed that all systems were as functional as they’d been on its first sortie -- not that the fight was much to remember, he recalled, grimacing.
He leaned back in the familiar seat. He felt, surreally, like he was fourteen again. His home was gone, he was in a strange new place… Shouldn’t he be more upset? He’d been a wreck after Onogoro, but – the thought vanished. He shook his head, blinking, and stared at the control panels. Right. He’d known what he had to do then, and he knew what he had to do now.
He punched a short message into the communicator, then powered down most of the suit’s systems and pulled out a battered pink mobile phone, flipping it open and shut mechanically. He hadn’t been able to stop the Alliance and he hadn’t been able to stop the Ohm, but he would be ready next time.
He leaned back in the familiar seat. He felt, surreally, like he was fourteen again. His home was gone, he was in a strange new place… Shouldn’t he be more upset? He’d been a wreck after Onogoro, but – the thought vanished. He shook his head, blinking, and stared at the control panels. Right. He’d known what he had to do then, and he knew what he had to do now.
He punched a short message into the communicator, then powered down most of the suit’s systems and pulled out a battered pink mobile phone, flipping it open and shut mechanically. He hadn’t been able to stop the Alliance and he hadn’t been able to stop the Ohm, but he would be ready next time.