"Way I see it, ORB's in trouble no matter who wins this war. If the Alliance wins, they'll still hate the Coordinators here. If ZAFT wins, they'll hate the Naturals. Maybe by making these, and taking the data from them, we can make sure that no matter who wins, ORB is safe." The engineer paused, glancing over at Stan and shrugging sheepishly. "Above my pay grade, though. I know how to make things; Politics is a bit out of my realm of expertise."

"Are the suits at the airport under any kind of guard?" He asked, refocusing on the task at hand. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he resumed his work, but he was still looking at Stan. "You mentioned they're in big crates. If a civilian might think that's odd, who knows how the EA or ZAFT might react. And I'd hate for the Astrays I've been working on to get blown up before they even get a chance to move."