[color=ed1c24][h1]Ariin[/h1][/color]

[i]Inside Paladin's central cortex[/i]
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Ariin was... Somewhere, he wasn't quite sure exactly where he felt as if trapped inside a black hole. Time and space no longer seemed to have meaning, simply existing was... Difficult. He felt as if he constantly demand his own memories to remain in place, for his consciousness it was fluid. Sometime's he was on Mar's sewing up clothes and cooking meals for his siblings. Other days, he was in boot camp having the shit kicked out of him by a man twice his size.

Ariin slowly began to organize his thoughts, he began to understand the inner workings of the system. The patterns, the rituals, the code around him. He felt as if merging with him. As if had not been trying erase his consciousness but meld with it. Relaxing finally he did not lose his mind yet now he could see his body reform no doubt this 'dream' was done to ease his struggling. Whatever it was Ariin recalled a moment he wanted to watch, a moment that defined him. A moment he could look at and never forget what drove him to being here, he remember the burning of his world. He stared at it, unsure for how long from his spot inside a space holding his crying siblings as he knew what the Cruxi meant to do, genocide.

[h1]Paladin[/h1]

Paladin grumbled exiting the simulation, groaning as he slammed his fist into the console. Ariin memories had him doing far more advanced moves and even using the shield as a weapon. Yet he had gotten himself killed more times then he carried to think about. He had failed the mission a dozen times over, he knew what needed to be done his fleshy host however was far to unwieldy. He had just started tugging on Ariin's clothing over the plug suit, feeling unnatural without layers over his body. 

The former titan of war stepped away from the console, looking at the other arrivals. He grit his teeth carefully, he did not understand how to interact with them. Ariin's memories showed him disregarding protocol several times when speaking to them yet he wanted to follow protocol... Admit his failures in the simulation, yet he could not something hurt him inside... An emotion, pride? No he was not proud creature he knew that, no he felt shame. Shame that he could not live up to pilot Sorus, who had risked everything to try and protect those around him. Who gladly was ripped from his own body if only to see the enemy driven back, so he spoke up looking between Katya, Zim, and Roger. 

"I have failed a simulation... Again. This is one pilot Sorus has yet to fail, and his effective rate remained at a solid eighty percent. I cannot manage above a twenty, nor can I survive the mission." He spoke staring at the console again, eye burning with hatred and fury. He would master it, he had too. "I have been told by the doctors I am to remain in this body? I am unsure that is the best course if I do not improve, pilot Sorus is... Was much more capable." The former frame spoke touching the eye carefully before shedding the clothes, back down to his plug suit. Sitting back down he touched the port above the eye, the point where he had entered this body. "Pilot Ariin would be throwing a fit... He would demand we strike back and find Elora..." Paladin chuckled. "The boy was always so emotional, especially towards anyone who resembled his sisters." With that Paladin began to ready another simulation, he would improve and perhaps one day he would make Ariin proud.