"The new gloves are a replacement for the old ones. My current pair are on their last legs." Zerenis said, as he looked at Izumi while drifting towards the Minerva, then hearing Izumi's talk of learning more about hand to hand combat. 

"Basic training is one thing, knowing how to use it properly is something that takes time. I didn't become a skilled brawler overnight, afterall." Zerenis said, tempted to throw a few mock jabs but decided against it, due to his current status as a pack mule.

[i]"Well, at least she seems to be fine on the outside, save for the arm. But you don't come that close to death without a few scars, and not just the physical ones either. Whether or not she's ready to get behind the controls of a MS again, I don't know."[/i] Zerenis thought to himself as he drifted toward the ship.

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"Copy that. Cronic out." Cronic said, before terminating the call, and pressing the intercom button.

"All hands to stations. We're moving out for a patrol of the immediate area of the Cradle!" Cronic shouted out. Cronic never shouted unless he was serious about something.

[i]"Just this one time, I'd like to be wrong."[/i] Cronic thought to himself, as he stared out the window of the bridge.