[h1][color=0076a3]Odell Fuchs[/color][/h1]

[color=0076a3]"I'm betting on me."[/color] Odell continued to watch the 442nd prepare. Some of Atla's finest... reduced to having underage soldiers. The war had gone on for too long. The adults had gone off and died, and now mere teenagers had to replace them. If the trend continues... well, Odell hoped he would be long dead before children were drafted. That would be a sight Odell wouldn't be able to stomach. 

[color=0076a3]"That pilot must have been....14, 15 years old when she entered basic. Times are changing for the worse."[/color] Odell himself had volunteered at a young age, but it wasn't something anyone had forced him to do. It did feel strange being considered one of the eldest. Back then, he would have been still considered relatively young. [color=0076a3]"War has gone on for too long. Wonder how long it'll take before we start drafting toddlers."[/color]

From the looks of it, preparations were almost complete. Pilots began entering their mechs and completing last minute checklists, their last stop before leaving the relative safety of the makeshift hangars. One could feel the excitement.... and some fear of the uncertainty ahead. 

Odell watched as the criminal, Basil, stumbled upon them. Strange. Simply to ask her if she was royalty? Odell simply decided to wait for Basil to explain himself. He was a common criminal, so Odell wondered why he would even care about Mikoto's status.