For Kawal, the long months spent at the Osgoode facility had hardly been a bother, if anything the daily monotony was a callback to an earlier time for him, conjuring memories of his childhood spent upon Titan, the days blending imperceptibly together. Actually, it was probably more relaxing, on Titan there had always been something to do, while on Osgoode, all he had to do was sit around in his frame and look important.

Needless to say, he was despising every moment.

[center][i]...Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion...[/i][/center]

Wordlessly bobbing his head to the beat, staring blankly ahead as he zoned out to the lyrics, Kawal held the headphones against his ears with one hand, while the other flicked the cigarette delicately held between his index and middle finger against the makeshift ashtray he had welded against the side of his cockpit. A thick cloud of smoke hung languidly within the cramped space, making it near impossible for the unaccustomed to see within the suffocating miasma. He hardly even heard the Comms headset as it began to crackle around his neck, forcing him to rip his headphones off to catch the back end off the broadcast, clutching one earpiece to his head as he took a long drag off the cancer stick. [i]Some action, finally...[/i]

Sighing to himself, he butted the cigarette out, slamming the tray shut. He'd only had to forget once, the taste of old cigarettes and ash was still a fresh memory within his mind. Adjusting the headset, he examined the HUD as he the engine roared to life, the hulking frame snapping forward with a deceptive ease. Making routine checks of his system, he maneuvered his Frame to directly cross the path of the approaching blips upon his radar. Kawal squinted at the fuzzy specks, trying to make out any details he could, "I'm enroute, moving to intercept." He muttered into the mic. Clearing his throat, he uttered a quick apology before repeating himself, more clearly the second time.

In no time at all, Kawal sped past Evangeline and her Matryoshka, his frame twisting in a slow 180 to wave at the Matryoshka, before snapping back around and speeding towards the potential bogeys, "With all due respect, we can't just wait for them to be on top of your fat ass. Our job is to protect the Plant. That might be a bit hard if they are already inside..." His voice was dripping with sarcasm and he hesitated for a moment as he operated the controls, unsure if perhaps he might have been a bit offensive, "If things do get hairy, I'm gonna need you to pull my boney-ass out of the fire, so don't take [i]too[/i] long, alright? Captain Stavros, if all that is acceptable I should be able to intercept within 30 seconds."

Falling silent, the loud hum of the engine through the cockpit's walls was drowned out by the pounding rush of blood through his ears as Kawal forced himself to once more check his systems, engaging the Kranos APS and switching the Hijack to employ only HEAP rounds. He was feeling antsy and he knew it; if he jumped the gun, he'd rather not open fire with his heavy munitions.