[B]BRIZO BADAMISH[/B]

That Feddie woman with the edgy mobile suit was definitely a Newtype. Or at least, a developing one if she still wasn't aware of the fact. Brizo, however, hadn't realised that the pilot of the weird-looking GM was one as well, but in hindsight, it definitely made sense. If he was a Newtype, then it explained why his machine seemed so experimental. Was the Federation looking into weaponising Newtypes as well? If they were, then it certainly was ballsy ([i]hehehe[/i]) of them to put such a valuable subject on the front lines. Even if the Federation had the support of all the colonies that Zeon hadn't gassed or dropped on Australia, it didn't mean they could just keep grabbing more and more Spacenoids for the war effort. It wasn't as if the Sides particularly cared for the EFF anyway, but they also were far from fond of Zeon. The gassing thing probably did the trick, so siding (she needed to keep that one in mind) with the Federation was the best of a bad situation for them.

[i]That was politics[/i], she supposed. It wasn't really that much of an issue for her, as long as she could get back to the Flanagan Institute. The food there was nice, and helping the scientists out wasn't that bad a thing. She quite enjoyed the work they gave her. Her colleagues, on the rare opportunities she got to see them, seemed like okay people as well. They were also keeping her Brawrello safe for her while she was out here with the Zaku.

She wanted to get back into the Brawrello. As nice as the Zaku was, it just wasn't as cool as her mobile armor.

If she wanted to do that, however, she needed to first get off this station. The truce with the Feddies was a good way to get to work without needing to watch her back (although she probably still needed to, because that male Feddie Newtype looked like he was giving beady eyes at the talky Dozle grunt, and given his glances at the edgy GM pilot, those eyes probably weren't those of a chubby chaser). However, working with Federation soldiers definitely wasn't going to be a thing that would happen without lots of hard work and time, the latter of which they were sorely lacking if they wanted to escape before running out of human necessities (see: air). The speech didn't look like it was working either.

Ah well, at least it was worth a try. She wished that the girl would turn off her presence in some way, because it was starting to become a bit too excessive. Dozle's grunts probably weren't too hip and up-to-date with all the latest research.

Although, would the truce even hold once they left the station? Would it be safer to make the Feddies go splat now? She didn't really want to deal with the fuss of the truce breaking down immediately. It would just be a real pain to get through, and she didn't want to get involved in that. And if the Federation won the war, nobody could pull her in for war crimes because nobody would know she'd done the deed on this isolated, abandoned station.

She decided against it. It would be easier, but it would also be uncomfortable and not particularly something she felt she was going to like. Having a change of mind right after hashing things out just felt a bit wrong. If they ran into each other later during the war, they could kill each other then instead.

And in order to ensure a later, she needed to find some more supplies.

Shouldn't be too hard.