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

[color=lightskyblue]"The Guinevere is a support frame.  We do field repairs, with a side of hacking and control of enemy frames,"[/color] Sparks replied.  He didn't touch on the idea of him using Kattai.  Somehow he doubted he'd form that close of a connection with anyone in this particular setting.  Fall in love?  Perhaps.  But acting on it would be unwise, as an active duty pilot.

The twins excused themselves, and Sparks gave them a cheerful wave as they headed off.  Then he made for the Guinevere.

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[center][h2][color=mediumpurple]Rhylaen[/color][/h2][/center]

Rhylaen took diligent notes on the lecture, even though a lot of it was stuff she already knew.  By the end, her datapad was full of writing in the flowing Tevranian script.  The idea of impersonation and mind control bothered her a great deal, and the video Professor Lorenzo had shown shook her.  Arrish's words about how the pilots weren't truly ready to fight struck a nerve as well.  Yes, she wanted revenge, but the best way to do that was by working as a team.  She wasn't being selfish...was she?

Bothered more than she'd like to admit, Rhylaen grabbed her datapad and headed out the door.  The cold metal of the bulkheads was oppressive; she wanted greenery.  Fortunately for her, the ship had a rather large greenhouse, with both soil-based and hydroponic areas, a place she'd already visited a few times.  She headed that way.

Immediately upon stepping into the carefully cultivated rows, Rhylaen could feel the tension leaving her.  It wasn't the same as a walk through the woods -- there were no trees, and the regular spacing of plants made it far more akin to a farm -- but it was close enough.