Having pushed her suit to the limit with powering the comms antenna, it took a while to make it to the hangar on Valretha's MS's RCS system. She watched the Gouf run off for some reason. she had no comms indicating what the pilot was doing, but moving the suit out of the common area to atleast have some location to retreive it from, god forbid something catastrophic happening to the current local; wouldn't be a bad idea at all.

Assuming that was the case, the zuda moved forwards and into the hangar. As it entered the space, the newtypes, even those new to the feelings, could feel the presence of the pilot filling the room. It wasn't intrusive, just signifying of rather broad reaching pilot sitting in the cockpit of the MS. It maneuvered into the middle of the hangar, disruspting most of the easy ways out of the hangar for the gathered MS's. The massive Thruster on its back was definitely still glowing red from the heat of its recent use and pushing. The chest sliding and the cockpit opening on the machine, the pilot got out of it helmetless. 

Purple hair up in a ponytail, she stood looking out at the gathered members. The variety of Feddy suits on one side while her own, the gouf having just left and the remaining act Zaku in the hangar around them. "I'm the one that was on the comms through the minovsky particles." she explained, the girl looking barely sixteen. Her voice was filled with glimmers of hope, a desire to see some positivity come out of this. Her holster was empty, gun left behind in the cockpit. "My name is Valretha. I won't assume to know the reason you all managed to agree to a ceasefire with eachother despite yourselves and your positions in our respective groups." said the girl, swallowing hard. "We're all soldiers here in one manner or another. No matter how old we are, spacenoid or earthenoid, oldtype or newtype,  Zeon or Federation, we're all still human."  the female said now, a bit of confidence returning to the girl once she felt she broke the ice. 

Heading back inside, she came back out with a pack full of rations. "I know some of you want to get back to your factions, bosses, superiors, but we're all sitting in this same hangar and not shooting each other anything more than glares and i consider that good as i'd like that to be the most of any of our worries between one another." Valretha said with a nervous chuckle now, hoping the bit of light comedy might ease things a bit. "I know words are hard to move people with and i'm not the greatest public speaker, but i think we have a chance here for something new and different. The earth has had a long and hard history. People fighting wars between towns, countries alliances and continents, but i think what we have a chance at is something special. I'm digging into really old earth history here, but back in the first great war, before this monstrosity of a space war evolved, people were fighting one another but even more fierce. Gas attacks were the norm, mutilations from chemicals, dieing of horrible medical care, all things that we take for granted, a lot of us don't have to deal with, they dealt with. even more fierce fighting that what we have now. And the second world war held even worse atrocities but for now i'm just focusing on the good thing in that first world war. Christmas day. It was a Christmas day and the troops managed to negotiate a ceasefire. Less dire circumstances than we have here, since our lives are currently are in danger even as we speak; considering the limited supplies we all have, they negotiated a truce over the fact it was Christmas and the soldiers found that they were human. They found out that they shared common likes and laughed with the people they had spent weeks shooting at and shelling even played sports with them that day." The girl explained and then took a deep breath and sighed, trying to figure our how to go about this and not get everyone killed or up in arms at one another, to try and bring some sort of stable peace between people. She'd be silent for maybe a minute before the girl spoke up once more, looking around the room.

"Dirty Feddies, Bastard Zeon, all these harsh terms to try and dehumanize the people we're fighting so it makes them easier to kill. Why don't we seek to try and use this time to understand one another even just a little instead of following some orders to shoot someone else because someone up above said "fire at them". We already all have military service in common, we're all brothers in arms, maybe not squadmates, but we're all veterans together." Said the female, moving down onto the ground, moving down the leg of the zudah and activating the soft magnets in her boots to allow her to move on the surface. "So i come in hopes of getting us to atleast have an idea that we're human. Sorting out political issues on who believes what is right and wrong is far beyond what we're capable of doing, so let's leave those behind. We are all people. we all have interests, so let's share them. I never said that talking to someone you've considered your enemy for a long time is an easy task, but it's worth a shot if it means we're not shooting at eachother. Leaving the past behind is a hard pill to swallow, so why don't we just all share our names and an interest or two?" Said Valretha looking around between those she saw around her and the hangar in general. "If keeping a gun on you makes you feel more comfortable, then i won't blame you, it's understandable after all the shit we've all been through. As to my suggestion, i'll even lead off." Said the girl, sitting against the foot of the Zudah now, putting the pack next to her and hooking it under the lip of the zuda's foot to keep it form wandering off. "My name is Valretha, I like listening rock and metal music as well as drawing if i had the time off duty." she said, now looking to the rest and hoping to get a conversation started.