[b]Cairo Casablancas
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"Ensign Casablancas, G-Fighter Triple-C."

...She needed a cool, unique catchphrase of her own.

"Back in a jiffy."

[i]Oh my God.[/i]

There was absolutely no taking that one back. God damn it. Fuck! How was she supposed to be cool when sh-[i][b]WUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH 

BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH[/b][/i]

It seemed that 'back in a jiffy' was, surprisingly, acceptable enough to launch her anyway. Cairo was flung out into space right after Lt. Staten's Spartan, with much less in-cockpit grace than her fiery commanding officer had displayed. That was to be expected, though; the Lieutenant was far more of a veteran than she was, and didn't display an ounce of trepidation at the thought of Zeeks lining up to kill her. That was just who she was.

Cairo wondered if it was her that came up with the designations for her unit. 

[i][s]I should be so lucky...[/s][/i]

She was yanked out of her thoughts by the sight of a beam lancing through the sky, then another in short order; though the Gundam and Yemi's Guncannon had worked together to destroy a Zaku, the Pixie's second shot had gone wide of the odd-looking Gyan. The jousting mobile suit had recovered quickly, and was now clearly sizing up the four Federation units to see which would fall victim to that beam lance.

[i]Watch him choose the Gundam.[/i]

Anyone would choose the Gundam. In the shadow of the distinctive mobile suit, a girl like Cairo would wilt, unnoticed, for the rest of her life. There was only one way for such a wallflower to get the attention of her prey.

[i]I shall seduce him - [b]aggressively.[/b][/i]

On paper, the Gyan was a threatening high-mobility suit with a weapon that could pierce through either a ship or multiple mobile suits with no difficulty. In practice, such a suit came with its own heavy drawbacks as well - namely a lack of maneuverability and an inability to properly wield the weapon as easily as a suit like the Pixie could wield a beam saber, daggers, or even a rifle. A beam lance, like any lance, was meant for jousting. Traveling in a straight line and taking out its targets head on.

A G-Fighter like Cairo's would eat it for breakfast. 

A lush, confident smile grew on the wallflower's face.

Cairo's twin-engine G-Fighter screamed in a straight line towards the Gyan as it charged forward, only spinning down and to the left when it appeared as though the lance would strike her. The fighter craft spun on a dime, as nimbly as she could ever ask for from a machine, and flew with its back right in her cross hairs.

Her [i]mega particle cannon[/i] cross hairs. 

Even someone with a hundred bajillion times Cairo's luck wasn't going to block a mega particle cannon with a [i]Gyan's shield.[/i] They'd tear their mobile suit in half vertically just trying. 

Oooh, this was so exciting. [i]I need a pun.[/i]

"..."

[i]I'm locking up![/i]

"Hope you're ready for the next episode."

...

...

[i]God, I suck.[/i]

With a wistful sigh, the totally-lame G-Fighter pilot fired both mega particle cannons squarely at the center of the Gyan's back.