Ayano's GM slid back in the dirt, the newly attached Jegan shield being sliced into by the Geara Doga's beam axe. The pilot was panting, this being the final mobile suit for her to defeat in the immediate area. Presumably, the hardest as well, considering the other three were not very difficult. She slung her shield out, staggering the Zeon suit, and thrusted backwards, the dust flying in the air. Ayano flicked a couple switches, and the tube launchers on the inside of the shield activated, smoke billowing behind the projectiles. The enemy suit bolted to the side, and charged her again. "Tch, not the best idea, schmuck," she muttered, activating a beam saber. Moving slightly to the side, the GM III boosted at the Geara, slicing the beam of energy across its abdomen, nearly severing the two parts. Sliding to a halt, Ayano looked back as the Zeon suit exploded into a pink cloud.

The cockpit screens closed, blinking to black as a message appeared, reading "Simulation Over." Another couple of flicks, and the hatch into the cockpit opened up, an older man standing outside, hands crossed over his chest. "Well. How'd the new shield fare?" he questioned. Ayano pulled herself out of the GM, loosening her uniform collar. "It worked, definitely better than the old GM one. Those missiles are damn useful, too. Good for getting off a quick shot the jackass might not expect."

"Good, I'm glad that worked. Any other ideas you have for her?" the man asked, moving his gaze up to the older suit.  "She's an old one, y'know? I'm surprised you haven't moved up to a Jegan, especially since I know how you are about suit specifications." Ayano sighed, shaking her head. "I have plenty of ideas, for sure. But, nothing that we can do now. Besides, she's a good suit- been with me since I started piloting these things. It's not like they can't go toe-to-toe with a Jegan or anything," she said, walking past the mechanic. "I'm sure one day she'll go down, but right now, she's gonna be kicking ass, Alecks. And right now, I'm going to grab some grub. I haven't eaten since yesterday. Later ya gearhead." The pilot waved at her old friend before walking out of the hanger.

Half an hour later with a plastic bag by her side, Ayano walked into the main building of the base, squeezing through the doorway as a larger man was walking through. Making a salute gesture with her fingers at the security guys, she looked up at the stairs. She should probably go to the mess hall to actually eat, even if she just grab some soup from a local hole-in-the-wall place. Begrudgingly walking up the stairs, the pilot noticed a graying man with a thousand yard stare looking out of the window. Had something happened? As she walked past, Ayano glanced at him, with a somewhat quiet, "Sir, are you alright?" If didn't hear her, whatever. If he did, he did.