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As if on cue, a dull thump reverberated down the street, a sound so low that it was [i]felt[/i] more than [i]heard[/i] as it passed over the three pilots. A few beats later it was followed by a second, deeper thud that was just short of shaking the ground itself. Flashing an excited grin at Natalie, Nova swung her legs around over the thick railing to rotate around, her sandals dangling over the overhang. Sure she had been around plenty of Arsenal Walkers in the last few months, but that did little to stop the rush of childish giddy excitement she felt as she craned her neck down the crowded street towards the sound.

A moment later an armored leg swung into view from around a corner, accompanied shortly after by another heavy footfall that the pilot felt up into her teeth. There was an expectant pause, and then the Arsenal Walker proper stepped into view, a 22 meter metal war machine that seemed to gleam in the intense equitorial sun.

Nova made a small sound born of both awe and general enthusiasm, which she was [i]pretty sure[/i] wouldn't carry to her fellow pilots over the sound of the crowd, which had picked up significantly once the Walker came into view.[/color]

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