"...Psychic powers and mobile suits. Huh," Izumi smirked, "Now all we need is something to defend against whatever unleashed the wave of mindfuck. That reminds me... How's that other pilot, the one who piloted a modified Dagger? I heard his voice out there too, gasping for breath just the same as I was."

Kenny put on a blank expression and shrugged. Having an Extended on the ship felt strange... The guy needed to hibernate occasionally, and not in the high-powered system he would be used to. Junk Guild and CSC engineers were good, but none of them knew how exactly to build a strong, operational chamber for Calthorn. Yet another damnable problem Maddox had caused...