Stel quickly finished her food and went to drop off the tray as the first of the other pilots left. Soon enough, there was an announcement and the image of the planet appeared on every screen she could see. By the time the captain finished speaking, the other pilots were on the move, so Stel quietly followed a ways behind them to the hanger. When she finally got there, she looked around to see the myriad of different mechs and colors throughout. The ones that caught her attention were the ones the other pilots were standing at. Beautiful blues near the girl with white hair, stark red and white by the guy with the distant look in his eyes, deep indigo and grey by the man with the heavy facial hair. There was striking crimson by the girl with the mask, military green and grey by the mostly cybernetic man, ancient latin markings on the one near the girl who talked about the planet. And then the next, in order of how far away they were from her, was her own Michael cast in its scarlet and black coloring. She began towards it, waving at the supports staff nervously, and took her helmet from one of them. 

If it weren't for her wearing her flight suit already, she doubted any of them would believe the young girl was a pilot at all, at least until she went up the stairs next to the Orbital and activated what was affectionately known as the "Can Opener." The machine twisted and pulled at just the right amounts in just the right patterns to open the back of the METATRON, allowing her to step inside and open the cockpit of the inner mech. She ducked in and closed the door, straddling the almost motorcycle-like command center of the Archangel unit. As she waited to find out what she should be doing, she set her PDA to play some quiet music and turned on her helmet's comms, fiddling with her suit to make sure it didn't have any problems or tears, since she hadn't inspected it yet. There was an almost cold feeling in her chest and butterflies in her stomach as she nervously sat in her Orbital, waiting for instructions.