[color=82ca9d][b][h2] Mema-Ka [/h2][/b][/color]

Fortune was smiling on him, there was no such thing as fate, to him it was just a string of choices which led you to where you would end up.

[color=82ca9d][b]"Do forgive me. Logic. Raptor. Squid. Mr Pink. You all performed admirably, now rest. We all eventually go to the same place after all."[/b][/color] Mema-Ka held his salute momentarily.

He had survived the explosion of the Cockroach and Squid hybrid together with his own frame, the Raptor. And also taken out the pilot. And that was proof enough for Mema-Ka that his choices had been the right one to make. To have lost the Raptor was unfortunate, but he knew he had to do what he did. The Raptor had been at it's limit, to know when to hold on and let go was something he had learnt a long time ago. That the Logic Diver and Elora had been left to fend for themselves out in the open, with no way to move to cover had also been a very unfortunate turn of events. He had counted on the Shiva to survive it's ordeal with the Argo. But that pilot had managed to do him in. Had that not been the case, then he could have counted on that blond man to look after the Logic.

What if he would have done this? What if he would have done that? He wasn't allowed the luxury of thinking back on choices taken, paths chosen. A path not chosen, was a path that never truly existed. Some people would get lost along the way in feelings of regret.

Mema-Ka did not feel it. There were those in the world who regretted being born, the choices they had made, things they had said or not said, to him felt no such thing, because it was something imposed on him in the past. Being brought into this world. What had he to regret in a world that had made most of his decisions for him? No longer. He had broken those chains leaving that lab, his twin brother still were somewhat shackled to it, warped and twisted by it. Believing himself fated to do the things he did because it was in his nature. Perhaps in that regard Zel-Ghin was correct. It was human to be drawn to conflict, how many of those which had partaken in the simulation had felt thrilled or a surge of excitement? Then was he less human? He had felt no joy, no sense of victory in taking down the Cockroach and it's pilot. It was just one step on the stairs up towards his dream. The sooner they would be out of the simulation the better, so he could get to know all the others that were now involved in the project that would shape the future. All of them.

Arrish Duval seemingly had the ambition to be something greater than what he currently were, lunging himself at the chance to prove his worth. A very human thing to do. Mema-Ka wanted to talk more with that one, that man could very well come to be a reliable ally. However he had to shut down his insubordination during a battle, a field commendation should always take priority. Failure to adapt to a changing battlefield would not bode well for anyone. He had to sit down and explain his reasonings later, and see if that man would assist him in opening the door to the future. The Cruxi would likely not hesitate to seize moments when they would present themselves, bickering in the middle of a future battle would be bad for all. If the framewerk program were not the key to ending everything, then what would be? What kind of tech would the Cruxi bring to the table if they could capture such a unit? Now that… would be highly interesting. Even for someone who had very little knowledge of the inner mechanics, they likely possessed tech not available to the Galactic Federation.

...and what would happen if and once they do?


Mema-Ka however would leave all those possibilities for later, for now the simulation was still going on, and he already had made up his mind. He could possibly get to the wreckage of Shiva and the Argo, perhaps one of those frames still could function. However he wasn't fond of gambling, that he had survived the explosion was just good fortune. The Logic was destroyed. The Argent was still out there hiding and likely planning to attack the Horst next, which had gotten itself into some problem.

Mema-Ka pushed the jets on his spacesuit to the maximum to dash through the air towards the closest building to the north to get a better vantage point. The Horst was slightly bent over. This wasn't the time for a knighting ceremony. But it was a good time to do something distracting. The older twin had noticed with his bare eyes the Guinevere just behind the building. If he could distract it, pull it's attention, or better yet pull the Horst's attention to it, that would be good.

[color=82ca9d][i]'So that's where you've been hiding. Sparks.'[/i][/color] Mema-Ka thought as his jet movement got himself closer, and he attempted to grab unto the cockpit hatch of the Guinevere and attempted to open it from the outside, followed by trying to point his [color=f7976a][b][Maser] [/b][/color]into the cockpit with a [color=f7976a][b][Free reaction shot][/b][/color] would the other man make any sudden movement or go for his own weapon. 

[color=82ca9d][b]"Did you order takeout? Because here it is. Check."[/b][/color] He said in a swift manner, if he could take Sparks out and take the Guinevere in. That would be even better. A date with death either way. [s]Keikaku doori.[/s] Just as planned.

[Dash from [color=f7976a][b][Q-17][/b][/color] to [color=f7976a][b][M-19][/b][/color] ]