[indent][indent][color=red][b]"... Roger that, Cap'n. Kyrios is on standby and ready."[/b][/color] His voice was distinctively calm.

[color=red][i]"I think."[/i][/color]

Atalei had spent years preparing for this; a wellspring of knowledge, psychological therapy, and least of all arduous training had honed him. Yet he still felt nervous. He shivered and trembled on the inside. He knew taking out his opponents were important, necessary and he [i]would[/i] do it, but it was the mental loop of knowing humans were inside those machines that would haunt him. Sitting inside the cockpit of Kyrios, knowing the speckled blackness around him could be his graveyard and would be the graveyard for someone somewhere, made him antsy. 

He shuddered inwardly and that seeped into his hushed voice. [color=red][b]"I got this. I know I do, I've trained and trained. We can do this Kyrios."[/b][/color] He touched the control of his Gundam, the ambient space of the suit cool and calming. 

His senses were on high alert, far too airy and spaced-apart. As if the void was between his skull and brain. [color=red][b]"I bet I'm the most nervous for this mission."[/b][/color] 

The silence of the Kyrios spoke comforting words to him. 

[color=red][b]"You're right. I just need to breathe."[/b][/color] So he did, a large intake of air filed into his nostrils before slowly leaving his mouth. He felt control returning and his concentration narrowing. He was ready. Nervous but ready.[/indent][/indent]