[center][color=6ecff6][h1]【Ｃｅｌｉｃａ】[/h1][/color]

[color=6ecff6][u]Level:[/u][/color]
5
[color=6ecff6][u]EXP:[/u][/color]
13/50
[color=6ecff6][u]Word Count:[/u][/color]
1301 (+3)
[color=6ecff6][u]Location:[/u][/color]
The Avenger
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Celica took her time eating, thinking to herself, letting everything sink in. After a while, Primrose went to do her own thing, and bit by bit the place cleared out. She was eventually left mostly alone, with just the odd person here and there. And so she finally got up, and decided it was time for her to fully explore the ship. So saw people gathered in the bar, and was there in the doorway when they started talking. But it just gave her an uneasy feeling, and she ended up leaving as it all got started. She just didn't feel like it was really her place to be at something like that, which had nothing to do with her, and was about people she had never met. 

And so she went elsewhere, using the time where so many were gathered in one place to explore more quietly. Perhaps it would have been better to have a proper guide, maybe she should have asked one of the other two she had already spoken with for help, but as stubborn as she was, she was determined to figure things out on her own. And so off she went, starting up on the bridge. There wasn't exactly a lot to see up there however, as she had no idea what she was looking at. General... ship, bridge, stuff? The map was helpful, but she didn't feel like staring at it for too long, and so as quickly as she came she was gone. 

She went down a level, into the Workshop, then the Training Center, and then the Lab. These were more places where she would probably need an explanation from someone else as to what was going on in them, but she also figured they were mostly self explanatory. She wasn't much of a tinker, nor a scientist or researcher, so the workshop and lab probably weren't anywhere she was going to spend too much time, but truly who could know?

In fact as she went down further, she quickly came to the conclusion that with each room having such a specific purpose, it was unlikely she would see many of them too often. Eventually she came to the Infirmary, where she had first started, and well, she HOPED she wouldn't have to see this place too much. And from there she found herself soon after in the place where they stored Spirits. She wasn't sure how to feel about that, but at least she knew where it was, like the other places. The idea of spirits, whether looking at them as actual spirits, or left behind data, was just a little bit unnerving. And so on her way she went again. 

The lower levels held even more confusion for her... she had no idea what any of the rooms were, the Mysticenter, the Business Center, or the Proving Ground. She would have to ask someone later... who could they even do business with in a world like this? 

But finally she ended up in the Cargo Bay, and she felt somewhat more at home here. The containers, the heavy equipment for moving them around, it felt just a little bit more like home, like the Industrial District of NLA. Just, on a much smaller scale. She didn't stay too long though, as she did have an intended end goal in mind, as she ended up going back to the upper floors, and found herself stepping into the Armory. Her goal was of course, on the other side, and walking right through she entered the Vehicle Bay. It only took a moment of looking around to see her Skell, propped up, armor torn to pieces, giant hold in the chest, and sparks falling out of it from time to time. 

Walking over to, she placed a hand on the the side of what she could reach, and let out a long sigh. She hadn't exactly taken care of it, and she couldn't blame being under that thing's influence for that. She should know better than to act so recklessly with something like this. Skells where she came from were far too rare as it was, and she had been entrusted with one. And now here it was, torn apart, looking like it wasn't going to be in fighting shape any time soon.  

She felt bad, not just because of what had happened to it, but because she knew she wasn't the most capable pilot there was to begin with. But where she was from, survival demanded the ability to take on threats that just a person with a gun couldn't handle. She stood there in silent thought for quite a while, imagining how her team would react if they saw the sorry state of the machine. The more she tried to imagine them upset however, the more she knew that would never be the case. Each person she tried to imagine scolding her for having gotten her Skell wrecked, all she could see was their worried faces asking if she was okay, and she knew it was all they would care about. Even the Commander would have been worried about her life first, and the status of the Skell as an after thought. Perhaps the Director would have been upset... but that was his job, to look at the big picture, not take stock of individual lives. He would be the one to acknowledge that a Skell out of commission was one less powerful weapon they had to defend themselves. But nobody else would have looked at it that way. 

Thinking through it all, she seemed to be trying to find fault in her actions, to try and imagine someone reprimanding her so that she could try and imagine what they would say, hoping it might help her imagine how she could have done better. But ultimately, all that happened was she reached up and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, muttering a little [color=6ecff6]"I wish you were here in my place Elma. These people could use your help a lot more than mine."[/color] 

In fact in her mind, she was by far the worst possible person they could have ended up with from her team. Elsa was an amazing leader who would have never come in and tried to take over, but would have given guidance to those around her, while being more than willing to follow orders and go with the plans of others. 

Lin would have probably loved this place. Not only could she have had this Skell back in working order in probably a day at most, she would probably be using every resource at her disposal to upgrade it. It would take everything in the crew's power to keep her from trying to upgrade everything else too..

And then there was Cross of course, the hero who held it all together... the one who took over for Elma when she wasn't able to lead. In fact she noted that Elma was often handing over leadership to Cross. There was something special about them... it was like, they were the main character in a story book or something-

Even Irina, Doug, or Lao would have been far better for them to have found. They were all far better soldiers than she was, and much, much more experienced pilots. 

Though one thought did hit her... and her face scrunched up just a bit as she thought to herself for a moment. No, perhaps it was better they ended up with her... than that H.B. guy... poor idiot would have probably been kicked off the ship at their very next stop, he was just that insufferable.

Well at least her being the one who was found saved one poor soul from dying a sad, lonely death of their own making...