Ariin was still up to no good, or was it good? It was a grey area mostly, he was in his room working on the cake having managed to scavenge everything he needed he set to work cooking. As he worked his mind wandered, he thought of all the pilots that were in the program now. How they would all have to work together, this did also beg the question if they could. He remembered in his combat training that he had lead three other Frame's in combat, granted they were simulated so were the Cruxi he faced.

He also wondered if Lorenzo ran the entire program for Framewerk pilots why was he taught by Colonel Andres and overseen by him rather than Lorenzo. It could have just been Lorenzo was more focused on other projects, after all this was a large program. No doubt he wanted to observe Sigma and the project she was involved in, however Ariin then asked himself another question, was he a project? Here he was, a refugee and former citizen of Mar's now a member of the military. He was criminal, no way around that one, an easily charged murderer and thief. Yet Andres had pushed him in to the program in exchange for no charges and keeping Ariin's family safe.

He wondered if he was some kind of project by the good colonel, perhaps one in reforming and pushing criminals up to die rather than soldiers. That hurt to think of, Andres was a cranky old man but he had always been honest with Ariin and Ariin had always been hones with him. It hurt to think of the father figure as having lied to make him into an expendable toy for Lorenzo. The young soldier sighed, returning his thoughts to the task at hand he soon realized something, he'd made far to much cake batter.

He chuckled at his own screw up, he used up everything except two boxes of the strawberries which he would use to decorate the cake along with the icing. He shrugged and decided he'd just bake all four cakes, enough to share with everyone in the squad then, he hoped. As he slipped back into the kitchen and put the cakes into the oven then waited, having hidden back in the kitchen. Being short, thin, and very limber Ariin had hidden himself quite easily in one of the cupboards. Going back to his thoughts he thought of training, trying to recall if he had ever seen or met Lorenzo before, he had to know if he was just another guinea pig to this guy.

He remember the physical training, having marines, special forces, and other beat on him. Arrin didn't have to beat them, no he had to block and counter them. He was given a stun gun with one shot, it was training on how to handle the Paladin when the enemy closed in. The railgun could only get one shot, Ariin lost for weeks and weeks in row. Until he finally he learned to stop trying to dodge or try to stop the attack. He deflected it, took the hit somewhere less critical then fired point blank into his opponent. Lorenzo could have been there, the observation room was blacked out though Ariin never saw enter it.

He remember squad training, where in his first few weeks he often flew into his own team mates or forgot to call out when firing. He failed those for months until finally he got it down, he won the first time with two of his squad wounded. He only improved from there on, eventually he became pretty good at leading a small AI team of artillery based Frames. Yet he didn't remember seeing Lorenzo when he was pulled from the simulations or terminated during one of his failed runs. They could have been sending him data and replays however, there was no way so one with an ego like Lorenzo didn't pick them all or have a hand in how they were brought here.

The timer dinged, carefully Ariin made his way out and retrieved the cakes, setting to work he decorated them with Vanilla and Chocolate icing carefully doing flowers along them. Between the flowers he carefully placed the strawberries, few would imagine Ariin Sorus, thief, knowing how to decorate a cake. Growing up with four sisters you learn a lot dancing, baking and decorating, sewing, and interior design. Sorus sibling had really given Ariin a robust set of skills, if he survived this war long enough to retire he would be very good caring for a home and family.

After decorating he set them in the fridge to cool, slipping once more out he grabbed his clothes from before from the locker and headed for the showers. He decided if he was another project it didn't matter, he was here now and he would have to live with whatever choice and schemes he brought him here. He was part of Sigma squad, he shouldn't wonder why he chosen but prove he was the right choice for the squad. He showered and washed himself quickly, he smiled and headed out of the showers, changing back into his more civilian clothes. 

As the clock neared dinner, he once more retrieved the cakes and brought them out to the table. He'd spent most of his day on this and the sneaking around in the kitchen and killed all his remaining time off. He smiled, four very well decorated and neatly made strawberry cakes two with chocolate icing and two with vanilla. He would have made cheese cake but he promised Sigma strawberries, taking a seat he waited for the others to arrive for dinner in the mess hall and to see his handy work. He really hoped Harold wouldn't ask where he got the ingredients, after all in the military they valued ingenuity, right? He hoped so, because he really didn't want to get punished for cake baking.