[center][h2]Arcadia[/h2]
[sub]Southern Gate[/sub][/center]

Drama Knife was his name, duly noted. Jäger took a mental note as he saluted to Haley and Jonathan in respect, even if they did not outrank him. Feet closed together and metal gauntlet slamming into his chest. [color=6ecff6]"We'll rendezvous rapidly,"[/color] Jäger would retort, fully aware of the world of marks they would be in given Sydney was displeased. Quick to the ATV, spick and span. Gauntlets shined and holy tome secured. Jäger saw to it that no stragglers lingered about at the South Gate before heading over to the ATVs himself. Minimal collateral, at all costs. Duty was discipline. Discipline was strength.

Z-ATV-1: Head of the action, first in the fray. More impressive in person. Jäger was a termite that stood beside an elephant. Jäger stared up at the behemoth of a mechanism, mental fortitude only keeping his jaw from dropping. It was magnificent. Jäger's entire home temple in Saiga could fit inside of this metallic beast. If it were this impressive sessile, Jäger contemplated the possibilities of what it was capable of when moving and in combat. He would have to ask a machinist, if they weren't busy. Jäger shook his head. He needed to focus: this mission was the greatest he'd been sent on in the CMAS. Leaving the city was a privilege and an honor; he would do his affiliation proud. Taking a deep breath in, the lightning monk tread carefully onto the loading platform into the maw of the mechanical monster.