[url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=haR52wNV9LU][i]"I give my liiife, not for honor, but foor yoooou~" [/i]
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An old war song played in the darkness of the cockpit, rattling the controls ever so slightly with it's tinny music. No, it was too quiet, what was [i]really[/i] shaking things up were probably the rumbling snores from the man encased within the machine, probably loud enough to be heard from even the hangar outside. The clocks on board struck 0600 hours, and Bernard's eyes flicked open. The sleeping bear rose with a grumble and began flicking switches, mindlessly-- no, a rumbling had started within the belly of the Handou FRAME, it seemed to be waking up too. It coughed to life as he did, not an old machine, but in many ways part of its pilot. It was more like... muscle memory... 

The old man woke up.

He blinked once, twice. Ah, it seemed that he'd fallen asleep in the cockpit again. So cold these days. He pulled on the release lever, and the lid of the cockpit rose slowly.

[i]"Someday you go through the rain,
And someday you feed on a tree frog,
It's ordeal, the trial to survive
For the day we see new light~"[/i]

Bernard sighed as he lit up for the first time the morning, his controls no longer demonstrating that little bit of shake. New recruits were filing in, seemed like a good lot. The day was starting, and it was a bad habit of his to wonder how many of them would come back at the end of the day. He still hoped it would be everybody. He snorted, watching the plumes of smoke trail upward towards the flourescents. Another bad habit. It was one worth keeping though.

"Morning everyone", he grumbled at the team.