Nishizawa leaned back into her now slightly shredded cockpit chair, her breathes heavy as she peered over the side of the Shenshin Gado. Yup, it got pretty roughed up, the left wing was full of black marks and holes, hell she could even see the internal frame of the wing. Right side was a bit better although she had lost an entire flap somewhere along the way. The cockpit glass would need to be replaced and there was a need for a new paint job (black marks wasn't exactly the prettiest thing to look at) and she'd need more ammunition and- there was a lot of things her MSO-6 needed; Kaga hoped that the remaining mechanics could pull it off.

Not even bothering to slide the window back, Nishizawa jumped through the metal skeletons that would hold it and rolled on to the ground, picking up a fire extinguisher from a nearby wall. Casually spraying the fluffy white foam on what flames still danced, she gasped as she remembered about the music box. Dropping the red can and dashing back to her plane, Nishizawa fished out the beautifully carved box. It was unharmed, still in pristine edition as if it never even went into the sky. Opening the fine lid, the contents inside hadn't budged or shifted by the slightest. 

Winding up the crank, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4B4e8A3nKZM]the delicate planes on the inside once again began to dance to a new delicate song.[/url] Unconsciously, Nishizawa slipped back into her seat as she closed her eyes to let the music flow through her. Her fingers danced along to the beat, her foot tapped out the beat as Nishizawa felt the delicate dancing energy through her toes, her finger tips and her hair. Once the final note played, the young pilot sat there, looking down at her feet with one word escaping her lips,

"Nii..."

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[b][i]A Few Minutes Later[/i][/b]

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"Shir." Nishizawa saluted as she came upon Roland, "Teh creiws ar ar werurking on mai prane, but mai quessiun is zis whaat well wei being met en de airu on teh tripu desu?