Colossi, the man had said, though he tried to backpedal. A vocal quirk that he shared with Leon’s father and grandfather. A Hyloan quirk, mixed in with that country bumpkin crap. Was the “Deputy” Hyloan? If he was, he didn't want anyone to know, and for all Leon knew, he was the only one with Hylo blood in him to notice that slip. 

But then, it didn't matter much; let the man have his pretense, as long as his money was good. 

Everyone was embarking in their mecha, their colossi, in preparation for the combat drill. Was it training, or was it a test? Apparently there were three of their number who needed neither. Leon only knew two of their number by sight(the only women, oddly enough) and he only liked one of those. There were a lot of military looking fellows here, and that made him a little uncomfortable. There was no military in the Fortune Region, and Leon didn't know what to think of these foreigners. 


The Sioma was parked in a crouched position, awaiting its pilot. As he approached, Leon extracted a slim device from a hidden compartment on the hardened holster that his pistol was kept in. With a click of the device, the cockpit unfolded and Leon climbed up into it. He noticed that some of the others had fancier methods of getting in, but the Sioma was one of the smaller mecha in the room. 

As the front closed around him again, Leon inserted the key device into a slot just above his monitors. The key unfolded with a click, revealing a camera. The camera recognized Leon’s face, and the key allowed the mech to come to life. 

Leon opened up comm channels as Sioma stood up, and spoke, looking into the camera so they could see his face if they chose to use visual links. 

“Good to be flying. The name’s Leon, for those what don't know me. Looks like only two of us are equipped for down and dirty fighting. I think we all know which ones.”