[center][h3]Rune Berg[/h3][/center]

Rune nodded at the mention of his name. It was the first motion he made during the brief. It came with a telling clench of his jaw, lips pursing slightly. Given his capabilities, it was the most decisive strategic decision to put him on supporting the line. It wasn't that he envied the frontlines, but he wished he was more offensively capable. All four of his fellow pilots eclipsed him in the ability to vanquish the Warped. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he said resolutely to his orders. It was a good choice, and he was happy to have the opportunity to help. Plus, he would have good company for the assignment, not that he thought any of them would be poor company.

The forward team got equipped quickly in the hangar and leaped directly from the ship into the battlefield. Rune took a moment to remove his jacket, hanging it beside the sizeable, jagged ruby shard, vaguely conical with a streak of shimmering cerulean bolting. His large hand gripped the dog tag he wore from his previous service, a silent promise to his countrymen he would fight hard for all of them before he took it off, slipping it into the pocket of his jacket. 

Eyeing the ruby, he took a deep breath before picking it up. Instantly it reacted, shattering into hundreds of blades of red and blue light that aggressively whirled into place, forming thick plating. From the neck down, his whole body was encased in light that hardened and dulled to resemble Warg, his Chi-mechframe. Last to form was the billowing black cape growing right from the mantle around his neck. 

Turning to face the last Pilot in the hangar with him, his partner for this mission, he gave her a toothy smile. 

"You and me this time. Let's give 'em hell." 

With that, red energy shaped like the maw of a wolf grew up from the back. Leaning forward, it seemingly consumed his head in a massive bite before squeezing down to become the full helm of his frame. 

"See you on the ground~" he said as he turned and charged the hangar door, flinging himself into the sky. 

There was nothing Rune could do to stop from careening toward the earth. Thankfully terminal velocity wasn't enough to do significant harm, he'd be lying to say it didn't sting a bit, but there was no better way to make an entrance. The wind whistled and howled as he flew down past the tallest rooves of the city. 

Asphalt buckled, and dust erupted from the projectile of a mech slamming down. Knees bent and form hunched forward, leaning against the massive shield with the base firmly buried in the road. Rune straightened slowly to his total height, seeming even more massive in the mech. Turning slowly to the frontline of JSDF soldiers, the cerulean lights on his mech pierced through the debris. 

"Unit Berg, Reporting to support JSDF," he said formally before ripping the shield from the ground. Falling into their ranks, he watched the sky for Elise.