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Despite her longer strides, Nova had to actually focus on keeping up with her fellow pilot, so as not to lose her in the semi-organized chaos that filled the hangar at the moment. Ayane had taken a moment to consult a pad, before taking off with purpose towards one of of the facility. The constant buzz of activity around her was almost comforting, it reminded her of being back home on base when fighters were being scrambled for an exercise. The hum of machinery and voices, mixed with the roar of engines firing up and the constant radio chatter going over comms. Though it was more than a bit different now, for one the noise didn't fall away as the hangar doors were opened, nor was she clad in an airtight flight suit.

Still, it was at least something familiar.

Following Ayane towards the back of the hangar brought them into a storage area, which was mostly empty in stark contrast to the hangar proper. There, loaded onto the back of a transport, was the unmistakable shape of an Arsenal Walker. Nova's heartrate spiked for an instant, as a pang of excitement shot through her chest. It wasn't her Walker, sure, but it didn't stop the sense of anticipation. Her own would be coming in soon, just like this, she was sure of it.

"Oh, right, of course," the Lunar pilot replied, moving forward to assist in undoing the fasteners keeping the tarp down.[/color]

[@Krayzikk]