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

After having excused himself from the briefing room, Mema-Ka had walked calmly down the various corridors of the ship, finally stopping in front of a large window overlooking empty space, he reached for his personal device and quickly arranged a message for Executive Director Lorenzo in regards to alterations to the Raptor. This was a neatly wrapped gift to the older twin.

[color=82ca9d][i][b]"Executive Director, I wish for the Raptor to have it's primary weapon, the [Marker Light] removed and replaced with [Artillery mortars]. Proceed with the following adjustments for the Squid as well, replace the [Dual Acid Cannons] with [Arklight Thunder]. That is all. Cadet Degadraz out."[/b][/i][/color] He sent the message away towards Lorenzo, and pocketed the device again.

Zel-Ghin's machine was not ideal for his brother, even with these adjustments, it would never be enough for him. He needed something that was completely different and fully dedicated to a role up close. All his long ranged weaponry were not very ideal for a frontliner. Mema-Ka's Raptor on the other hand were better suited, the only thing he felt it was lacking were a heavy primary weaponry which could be utilized in different ways. For someone like him, the artillery mortars seemed like the perfect choice. A weapon one could use as support and up close and could bring devastation to the battlefield… a massive ship… a colony… or a Cruxi hive.

Mema-Ka couldn't help but have a small upturn form at the corner of his lips. If the executive director would approve both alterations, then his brother would likely perform his role much better, but far from the perfection which Mema-Ka felt was needed. After all Zel-Ghin was a frontliner, someone who would be fighting and holding the line. Even if he wouldn't be able to destroy a single thing, his ability to hold back trouble would be highly valued if his dream were to be realized.

If we have the power, why shouldn't we? That was such a common human reasoning. How his own and Zel-Ghin's existence had come to be, how all life had come to be, a choice made for them, a choice never chosen. What was life? It was a collection of experiences, and depending on those experiences they would shape you. Zel-Ghin were a perfect example of someone whose been completely shaped by the hand and choices of others, he was not born to be the way he were. Unlike himself. Mema-Ka proceeded to head towards the room next to the gaming room which Zel-Ghin had found to his liking, this were the music room which held all manner of instruments. The room was quiet however. Perfect.

The taller twin's eyes set on the piano at the end of the room and approached it, pulling up the cover for all the keys, before pressing down on a few of them. He smiled softly, before sitting down on the small stool by it. He took slight breath, and then began to play an ominous but sad melody.

[color=82ca9d][i]'All it takes is to find the key… the final key. The trigger of excision.'[/i][/color]