trans_9 | Hungry Hungry Judau!

Having missed nearly everything that had transpired because of his naps, Judau had needed to get up to speed as to what exactly happened. Thus far, he had learned of marriages and such, but of course he knew nothing about the newly weds, nor did he care. The only thing he cared about was that if there was a dinner party he had missed. When it came to food though, unless it made him gag with horror, he didn't care what he had to chow down to get through the day.

After doing a few more tune-ups on the ZZ Gundam, making sure the machine was fully functional for when it came down to an old fashioned space fight, he had wandered into the cafeteria, munching down on the food in the cafeteria like a mad man. There was no restraint at all, as if he was literally gulping down everything his arms had grabbed, save for blood reserved for vampires. Even knowing that tiny fact, he didn't give a care in the world. So what if it was slop? At least he could actually digest any of this!

After a forceful gulp from taking in far too much in his mouth, he leaned backwards to stretch his arms and back, belching loud enough for anyone in the mess hall to hear him. He sighed in content, smirking to himself after the much needed food. Sure, it wasn't like that pizza place Torres had shown him a few months back, at least in his world, but it was leagues better than anything served in Shangri-La.

(ooc: Yes, I know the food is technically disgusting, but Judau has lived on a poor colony for nearly all his life. Added to his starvation, so long as it is edible, he'll devour it.)

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Judau raised an eyebrow before smiling as well. That...was actually a good idea. The hangar seemed endless, no doubt filled with too many Gundams and fighters, more than he could ever imagine. It had taken him a few hours to find his own machine the first time he went down there.

"Sounds like a great idea!" he said, agreeing with Allenby, despite the problem in not using heavy weaponry. Last thing he needed was to blow a gigantic whole into the ship. "Granted, I don't think I can use the heavy stuff, but hell, I can work around just using the basic stuff."

"Oh yeah, you probably use firearms as your main thing, doncha..." Allenby scratched her head. It was hard to remember sometimes that other Gundams were war machines for actual war. "You don't got any melee weapons like a beam sword? 'Cause we could probably run through those too so long as we're careful not to hit anything else."

....Hey, if he did have a beam sword maybe they could even try a sparring match! If they set the weapons on low and had a big enough space, it didn't have to be too risky to their machines or anyone else's.

Allenby's words had made him think a lot more on the ZZ. The machine, while capable of singles' combat, seemed to be more of Gundam suited to long-range and taking on multiple foes. If there were some weapon's experts, maybe he should get some upgrades while here. There was only so much the Hi and Hyper Mega Cannon could do in such limited space. If only he could find the Zeta Gundam as well...

"Actually, I do have two swords," he explained. "Friggin' huge, but I think I can tone them down. Shouldn't be that hard. Course things be easier if I could find the Zeta Gundam. Things perfect for melee!" And by perfect, he meant getting kicked by Roux in the head as they spared that one time. When it came to close range, the girl had certainly fared better, if only because of speed.

"Yeah?" Allenby grinned. Two swords versus the Nobel Gundam's beam ribbon and hoop... now that would be a fun fight! Would they be able to do something like that on a test run? It might be a good idea just to see if all their systems were working first... but still.

"I betcha once we find out if our equipment's working right, we could try sparrin' against each other!" she said, sitting up straight. "There's no better way to test how good your equipment and skills are than a match."

Hungry Hungry Judau!

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Sorry for late tag. Blame exams. X_X

It's cool! I know how that goes (right now, in fact)