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[sub][color=758186]Errikos  "Conductor"  Rigas[/color]   [color=cecece]—[/color]   [color=758186]CEC Proper - Meeting Room[/color]   [color=cecece]—[/color]   [color=758186]NA[/color]   [color=cecece]—[/color]NA[/sub][hr][color=8d8e8f]
It was always a bizarre feeling entering a place like this. Having been inside for so long made him naturally long for what he felt was fresh air, nature, things that he primally was drawn to as a human at some base level. Yet ever since the comet cursed him with these gifts, he felt welcomed in a place such as this. Walking down the hallways of the CEC, Errikos could feel the hum and rhythm all around him, like a heart beat, an artificial pulse. If he closed his eyes and really focused, he could… almost… make out an electric map in front of him like a neon road map filled with information. He couldn't make out the info of course, not like some cyber sec goon running packet capture to see what was in the stream but he could follow paths, directions. It could become overwhelming if he stayed in that dream for too long. Still, where birds and a breeze afforded a sense of liveliness outside, the digital chirping that only he seemed privy too gave these complexes their own life that he could toy with. He toyed with the idea of brains too. He'd been able to harness electricity, and what were brainwaves outside of electricity? Could he manipulate those? Could he dive into someone's mind? The potential for that was haunting and almost exciting. The ideas swirling in his own mind reminded him of sci-fi films he'd seen that were laughable fantasies at one time and now something he could potentially do now.

Errikos entered the meeting room with nonchalance, his clothing wasn't customized, his pants were tucked into his boots and his sleeves were rolled up to about his forearm but they weren't done with the pristine manner of the UDF military proper. There was nothing particularly striking about him save for two metal balls that floated around his left hand that was held just forward of his thigh as if he was holding a cell phone. It looked as though he were still a bit early as there were two, what looked to be women, and one general. Others filtered in and the meeting started. Errikos wasn't really paying attention to the other Aeons just yet. He was trying to focus, almost excessively, on the mission especially since the cast members meant this was far from ordinary.

Then the argument started. Errikos said nothing, he simply watched with a mild discomfort turned amusement fitting a melodrama. The balls around his hands zipped more aggressively as the tension in the room grew. He recognized Bahamut, it'd be almost impossible not to. He was like a living comic book hero with how the propaganda painted him. Errikos didn't really follow the athlete worship of following other Aeons outside of ones he'd personally worked with but even he knew Bahamut and… consequently, Garuda who was currently exchanging a verbal fight with the general. [color=BDB76B][i]First day and this? This will be a good story for later… or it could kill me there's that too… best not think like that.[/i][/color] He listened intently now, trying to make mental marks so he could jot them down later, he cursed himself for being so lazy about learning about his team. Usually it didn't matter, but with this being an entirely Aeon unit, it made more sense to know the other hot shots he was working with. One or two personalities was enough, he wondered what it would be like if the whole unit was a personality, his eyes drifted towards Featherswallow as that thought touched his mind. He didn't know much about her outside of her position and the drama that the paper's published and, while he wasn't trying to judge her unfairly, he was going to avoid her if possible.

As the meeting concluded, Errikos zipped away, catching a whiff of a sentence without really knowing its implications. [color=c2c2c2]"…are truly fucked. Do y…."[/color] It sounded like it came from the general judging by the tone but he couldn't be sure. What was the problem? Was Bahamut that big of a deal or was there something else? The UDF usually played that way, everything seemed like a shell game where everyone is watching the shells spin and move but seemingly only the tops in IntDiv actually knew where the pea was and what the [i]real[/i] reason behind everything was. Errikos tried to brush it off as a topic to think about later. In the meantime he made his way towards the armory. He noted some of the others from the meeting doing the same. He grabbed what was needed. He wouldn't be playing in the sand as aggressively as the others so he grabbed a pump action grenade launcher, a compact PDW with a not so compact suppressor, an electrified telescoping baton, a portable drone, and a smattering of tools and tricks he enjoyed using and felt would be worthwhile.

After a while he had a combat pack and a haversack loaded with goodies and was on his way up to the surface. He wasn't going to go into the fun zone with the others and instead opted for the rooftop landing with a gunship.  The pad was abuzz with staff that weren't going with them but were rather supporting them, mostly NavDiv logistics that were topping off the birds with ammo, gas, brakelight fluid, fuzzy dice, whatever… There was already a decent amount of noise so when the Conductor boarded the gunship, he didn't say anything to the door gunner he passed but rather just nodded and gave a thumbs up before grabbing a seat inside. He could already feel the nervous energy spinning up and his right foot bopped up and down on its toes to release some of it.

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Errikos entered the room with two metallic ball bearing sized orbs floating around his hands, didn't speak during the meeting went to grab his gear, and is now on one of the gunships that will make a rooftop landing. He found some amusement in the argument, and picked up the tiniest fragment from the conversation between the General and Garuda.
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