[center][color=gray][h2]Utena Soriyu[/h2][/color]
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Utena's expression was stonefaced as she looked out at the mighty Terrorkeet, not a hint of her inner turmoil leaking outwards as she passed off the binoculars to some random techie. There were mumblings about how serious she was taking this, some rookies talking amongst themselves about how she must be really committed to be taking this so seriously. 

"You think she's gonna kill her?"

"Nah man, she's too professional to disobey the top brass like that."

"You idiots, she is the top brass! She's the one who said we need to start capturing them..."

She tuned out the rest of the conversation, booting up her jetpack and taking off with nary a word to the rest of the MFF. She was never one for motivational speeches. Besides, if she tried talking about Terrorkeet she would mess up. Then they would know, all of them would know her deepest secret.

It was only when she was a hundred yards away from base camp that she let herself squeal in joy. Finally, she could get up close and personal with Terrorkeet! She was the one who proposed that name, said it was a really complicated acronym that she doesn't even remember anymore. She just thought the name fit perfectly with such a big cute birdie! Gah, she was already getting closer to the cute birdie, these jetpacks were too damn good! Back into business mode, stone cold face. Oh man, she was gonna have to talk to Terrorkeet! How was she supposed to keep a straight face while talking to such a cute girl!?

Utena landed on a nearby building, looking up at Terrorkeet and activating the voice amplifier that all MFF personnel carried when interacting with GMGs. [color=gray]"Attention Terrorkeet! This is Major Utena Soriyu of the Monster Federation Force! We are ordering you to stand down and let yourself be transported to MFF headquarters for testing! Should you come with us peacefully, I can promise you that we will treat you hospitably and fairly! Should you resist, we will have no choice but to resort to violent force! Please stand down!"[/color] The whole diatribe would have been threatening, were it not for a minor detail. Utena was looking down the entire time at her feet, knowing if she looked at such a cute thing directly there's no way she would be able to keep her composure.

"Woah, she's so pissed! She can't even look at the GMG!"

"Hardcore..."