[center][h2][color=lightskyblue]Sparks[/color][/h2][/center]

The expression on Aurora's face when she spoke of her frame was one Sparks understood completely.  Sleeping Thunder might be an agent of destruction on the battlefield, given their thick, stabilizing legs and massive gun, but to a pilot -- especially one with the soul of a mechanic -- they were a valuable partner.

[color=lightskyblue]"They're certainly impressive.  Is that a railgun?"[/color]  Sparks' eyes gleamed with excitement.  [color=lightskyblue]"Oh, me?  I'm with Guinevere -- that one over there."[/color]  He pointed at a medium sized frame in white with gold and red accents, and a distinctive ring curving from shoulder to shoulder.  The arms were mounted in an odd position, almost at the waist, but it still held a humanoid appearance.  [color=lightskyblue]"She's a repair and disruption unit.  Between me and Dancer, we can fix up whoever needs fixing, or even override an enemy unit!"[/color]  He beamed.  He was clearly fond of the frame.