http://pinkbridgebunny.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] pinkbridgebunny.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-03-07 07:14 pm
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Mr. Matchmaker

Feldt was starting to feel more at home in the hangar than anywhere else on the ship. She felt at home around the different machines and the couple of Haros that Celestial Being had usually came with her. Lockon's Haro tended to wander back to the Meister, so she was left with the Red one for now. She didn't mind, she loved the little robots.

She didn't go near any of the other suits in the hangar, since she didn't know if the other pilots would want her to look at their suits. Still, she was curious about how they ran without GN drives. All of Celestial Being's Gundams had them. She paused for a moment, looking over at Deathscythe as she made her way to Dynames.

She knew that Lockon had done checks, but she wanted to see the data for herself. The last time she had seen this suit it had taken a lot of damage.
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[identity profile] pinkbridgebunny.livejournal.com 2011-03-28 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
She held the Haro under one arm as she used the lift to get up to the cockpit. There would be no way that he could get his hands on a GN Drive, since she wouldn't let him near one and she knew that none of the Meisters would let him near the Gundams. Celestial Being's rules were too strict.

She really was surprised that he would let her near his suit. Still, she would be careful. She would also file the information she learned away for later use.

"Thank you," she said once she was up.

[identity profile] hellraiser02.livejournal.com 2011-05-22 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
"No problemo!" He smiled, tapping a spot on the open surface of his cockpit door for her to sit, if she liked.

"See, there's this little issue I'm having with transferring over some battle data I took from Stacy's battle logs, and I'm trying to figure out if it's the files just not workin' with my Gundam's OS, or if it's something with the data corrupting, or what," he easily blathered, clicking around on his onboard computer, and handing a flashdrive-like device to her. "I'm curious if your Haro can read it, since his programming ain't so foreign lookin' to me."

He gave her an expectant smile as he held out the data.
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