[center][h1][color=silver]Lucius[/color][/h1][/center]

As he watched on at the simulation, the situation didn't dissapoint....well, in terms of spectacle that is. As the titanic Mother Goose Framewerk hammered in on the vulnerable Sleeping Thunder, both unleashed attacks that shone brilliantly in their effectivness. Yet only one of them looked to him as if a [i]second sun had erupted into being right before his very eyes[/i]. The Sleeping Thunder and its attack both went down in a blaze of fire and kinetic impacts, and even the Framewerk moving to protect it had been tossed aside by the Mother Goose. No. it would have taken a concentrated effort to relieve the Sleeping Thunder, and yet most of Team Apple was cast about the battlefield separated and disunited in the face of what was going on. The Raptor had little room to retreat to, given the loss of their highest firepower backliner, and the loss of the Angel Zero was only going to further push Team Apple into a corner. 

Had the group united against Mother Goose? Well, they'd have had vulnerabilities, but at least their higher firepower would be still online and able to support them in the face of oncoming attacks. They'd have been able to 'circle the wagons', as a very old Earth saying might call it, providing support to each other in a defensive formation that it would be harder to pierce. But, however, that was just his thoughts. He, after all, was literally new to this. Further all this theory and thinking on matters mattered little when the chaos of the battlefield wouldn't always facilitate a 'plan' like that one anywho. In that sense....it was terrifying to think of himself being in the real thing, enough to make it breifly harder to swallow as the thought crossed his mind. 

But at any rate, it seemed to his eyes that Mango had quite the opening for a potential comeback. Enemies without a united front, their own smattered about with speedy movement seemingly able to harass or take out isolated targets, and whatever the pink Cockroack and the support-like Guinevere and those drones were trying to do could be among the more clever moves to win them the fight if it panned out well enough. In dire situations, though, he supposed a gamble was something that had to be made when thinking on one's feet. And he....well...they'd have to see how it panned out, but that cry of pain from Logic Driver and her sorry state of affairs had been enough to push him to action without hesitation. 

Speaking of people, however, Lucius turned to see the newest VR pods to 'die' in the simulation open. 

The first seemed to be a quieter-looking sort, with tousled-looking hair and a stoic-seeming disposition to his eyes. The Angel Zero, he presumed? Something seemed odd about the man, as if dark or more dour, but at the same time less of a sour mood and more simply an...absence? Eh, he was likely reading too much into the man for a first glance, and more importantly-

Two more pods cracked open, the first providing the form of-....a Lilim?! A literal Lilim, just a robot sitting there and operating a Framewerk from a VR pod and everything. She seemed expressionless, and yet simultaneously the stilted movement she made spoke of something else. VR simulations like this gave plenty of feedback to synchronzied pilots, and even for a robot it'd likely be the same he reckoned. Even so, the Lilim seemed more apt to go toward the other pilot to emerge at the same time, which he would assume was Sleeping Thu-

[quote][i]Dry retching movements

closed eyes at first

messy breathing[/i][/quote] 

Now [i]that[/i] hit home in a way he didn't have time to think about to remember, emapthy pain groaning in the pit of his stomach and his legs moving quickly as he moved over to the VR pod of what he assumed was Sleeping Thunder's pilot. He didn't doubt the Lilim seemed concerned, but...geez, he wasn't too good at this sort of thing, was he? He'd gotten blown apart trying to help one pilot, just noticed a Lilim was one of his comrades (it was unexpected at least, still had to process that) and yet....he was currently remembering his first time in the VR simulator back home was fresh enough to remember at least.

More importantly-

[color=silver]"Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to say that both of you have pretty amazing units from what I've seen up there, but...hell the piloting was even better in my book for both of you given the situation. Still...,"[/color]

The brown-haired younger man's eyes flicked between the two as he introduced himself, trying to maintain some level of warm friendliness and some sense of professionality alike. He wasn't lying, those two had done a huge number on each other and the spectacular display of firepower had been, in the words of one other cadet he'd met before who had a peculiar accent of his own: [i]glo-ri-us[/i]. On that he'd be able to agree, no doubt. At the same time, though, his glance flitted over to Aurora's face as he halfway squatted and leaned over her pod partly, very much human concern leaking into his expression despite attempt to approach them in a more friendly and open manner. That much he couldn't hide. Seeing someone in pain just....crap.   

At least he tried to let her have her space in this case, not wanting to get too close. Wanted to be mindful of that much at least, if he thought about how he would have felt about it in his own situation some time ago. His tone would soften, however, a bit as he continued his speaking-  

[color=silver]"More importantly, ah, no rush for you to move or anything from the looks of it. Can I grab you some chocolate, water, or a nurse or something? ...Even a barf bag if push comes to shove, though I'd have to improv that one [i]really[/i] fast if I'm being honest."[/color]

A half-smile crossed his face as he mention of the barf bag, attempting to inject something of a bit of light humor as much as he was trying to be sincere really. 

[s]But in hingsight, yeah, how he [i]wished[/i] they had given him a barf bag after that first VR sim, though, or a bucket for that matter. Maybe some seasickness meds? Something. Even a warning to not have breakfast on his stomach before his first simulation death ever would have been nice, though apparently he'd been in the 'minority' of pilots his immediate superior had seen have issues after their first VR sim death to 'that' extent. The medic had at least been a touch less judgemental at the very least afterwards...[/s]

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