[center][h1][color=forestgreen]Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet[/color][/h1][/center]

Utena may have a gotten a response out of the GMG if there wasn't a suspiciously round gag keeping her maw occupied. Given the volume her cry could reach, it was no surprise they would want her silenced before they even considered moving her. The matter of housing such a GMG, while not something they had directly planned for, was actually an issue easily remedied without even needing to leave her exposed on the surface. 

The subterean mech bays they'd used to launch anti-GMG mecha served as excellent cradles to not store their first prisoner, something Yeshua found far from comforting as the full series of docks and destraints pressed against her, hemming her in with hard, unyielding alloy and bolts that dug sharply against her where they'd normally secure neatly into a robot's hull ports. On top of those already existing measures came a mesh cage laid scarce feet from the restraints, a constant current running through it making the idea stretching rather terminally ill-fated. 

This would have been enough to make Yeshua a truly miserable bird, but it was the fact that the hanger was now crowded with gawking MFF personel that really soured her mood. The electrified cage kept anyone outside from getting any foolish notion of exacting revenge on their organization's primary enemy, but it didn't stop her from being made to endure the jeers and howls of triumph in muted silence.

Or the excitement of the scientists as they eyed her like a specimen soon to be tested upon. This was a far cry from the welcome HART gave her and Yeshua's heart panged at the thought of the friendly humans she'd met only hours prior.