2011-07-09 - House Sitting Party

It has been a very hectic past few days for the Raven's Nest and for the Ravens themselves. Tension was high, people were trying their best to not start anything, but a few skirmishes already broke out on foot between some A-Laws and the Ravens themselves. Thankfully all this skirmishes dealt with were some heated words and maybe a few fists. This little event was also make it hard on some Trailers, as they also saw the ravens as their family and the Nest as one of their own bases, and such family business like, Kazuma's own did some work out of the Nest. These events were also slowing them down.

The security lines to get into the hanger, into the market, well all the checkpoints really are all filled up. The Raven's Nest Security itself is spread thin trying to keep up with all the activity. Even some of the pilots themselves with some background have stepped up to assist in trying to keep the peace.

Even some of the Frighteners themselves...

The place was slowly becoming a mad house and all because the A-laws were trying to locate one man, a man calling himself R; which recently the world has now realized this very man, wasn't a man at all, but an AI.

The Hanger itself was perhaps the most easiest location to get into, but most people were being kept off the tarmac so the shuttles could keep moving and people wouldn't get injured. Though the A-laws would find it near impossible to even get back to the Garage section of the Nest where the mechs for the Ravens were kept. Dirty looks were sure to be given by the techs that worked here, even dirtier for the pilots. To be an A-Law or even to be pulled up as an A-Law was like having fifty thousand eyes suddenly upon you.

Though not everyone was out for murder, no a female blonde with blue eyes easily sat on one of the cargo boxes watching the activity and staying out of the insanity. She had on her old operator jacket from Mars, with both the Operator logo and the mars on the other side. She was indeed a martian gal transferred a few months back here to earth to do some work for Crest; and recently left. She had on also jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes. She almost sat out, only because of the fact the box was taller than most of the crowd level.

The Security themselves however were moving through the crowds, giving quick glances over people, a few of them walking up to some and asking flatly, "Entrance ID please. If you don't have it, you are being removed, so show it." Some a bit kinder then that, some just out rude on it.

This may be a tell-tell sign to how long some of them may been on duty.

For some who worked in and around the Raven's Nest, it had been hard to even get out of the facility in order to attend to other duties. Sinya - resident catgirl mechanic - had been sequestered in the hangar since the nonesense began, with only a break for a shower here and there and to catch a meal brought in by one of the other techs. She'd even taken to sleeping in the cockpit of a recently totaled Armored Core - which no one had really seemed to mind.

what they did mind, was the amount of havoc that all of these extra people as well as extra security was causing them. There is a steady grumble, but most of them stick to their work. Sinya, just stretches her arms over her head, heading out of the main garage. The techs had that pretty well secured with or without the additional Nest workers doing their job, but she does have to flash a badge to the guard as she heads out into the hangar, watching the mechs as they land.

She takes a moment to fetch herself a cup of coffee from a stand some ingenious member of the normal merchant-class of the Nest set up near security - probably making a premium on selling refreshments to people waiting in the lines. Then, the catgirl leans up against one of the larger cargo boxes, one that just happens to be near the woman in the operator jacket. "Enjoying the festivities?" Sinya asks, a smirk showing a hint of one fang as she takes a drink of her coffee, and then twitches her tail at an irritated 'visitor' who didn't have Nest ID badge to get through security faster.

Nell glances over to Sinya and drums her hands on the box. "Oh, /highly/." She says with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Nothing like watching government types try to push around the little guys. Being from Mars and all, I am use to watching this from the distance. The only reason I was able to avoid it, was because of my work as an operator."

The blond then looks over to Sinya, "How are the boys handling all this in the Garage? None of them are hoping to start a fight I hope."

Nell then looks over as one of the Security guards tries to get someone, wasn't sure who, back outside to get their proper clearance into the Nest. Nell almost cringes as she watches before closing her eyes with a sigh. "I heard they wont get the A-Laws any pass badges, due to them having to take part in a 'Raven Test'. Tests around here are-- never pretty."

With a slight chuckle, Sinya can't help but cast a sideways glance at those waiting so impatiently in line. Sure, she'd been there a few days ago, until R had convinced her to take the time to get herself a badge - and the picture was still horrible. "I'm not surprised. I've heard they made it particularly 'fun' for anyone with balls enough to try it." She offers out the cup of coffee towards Nell, not seeming to have any issues with sharing.

"Before coming here to the Nest, I had a shop on Mars for about six months. I've seen just how bad things can get there." Actually, she had seen it first hand. In fact, there is still an investigation out over some 'murders' of Acemos staff which she had been involved in. Of course, they had threatend her first - but... it isn't as if the military usually cared about that sort of thing. "You put that all behind you only to see it happen again."

Sinya shakes her head and then glances back over her shoulder where a few of the mechs are mulling about... knocking wrenches into their hands and generally looking ominous. "They're keeping the riff-raff out of the secure areas for now. But I don't think they'll start anything. It's more likely to be the pilots. I'm surprised they haven't started something over in the 'Pit, or tried to egg some of the A-LAWs into fighting in the Arena."

A launch makes its way down, landing amongst the others... The doors open with a hiss, and a few figures step out, large bulky lads, although true to requirements...unarmed. From behind them comes a large figure, dressed in a white uniform and accompanied by a pair of...strangely well dressed children. Its the man himself. He smiles wanly to all gathered, and the A-LAWS assembled turn as one, saluting with almost robotic synchronicity.

"Because the A-laws know they can't pilot their precious mecha in here and most of them refuse to pilot an Armored Core." Nell muses, before taking the coffee cup from Shinya and taking a sip of it. Mmm, coffee.

Nell glances over at the techs, "The security has been doing a good job also at keep fights from breaking into more than just fists, or before bones get broken. Some of the pilots here.." she cringes and shakes her head.

"At least the Frighteners have cooler heads." Those blue eyes skim over as she takes one more sip, before handing the coffee back to Sinya. "Though, it would be fun to watch one of those goons pilot an Armored Core, hehe-- bet they have the mech trip over its own feet!"

However as things get quiet suddenly Nell glances up, "Oh look-- the circus leader has shown up.." She grumbles softly.

Security was also alerted by his presence in here and a few of them were trying to decide which one wanted to go up to him and ask for the papers. After all, with the big gov pood-- guy in, it was hard to decide the best way to handle this.

"Oh, I'm sure there's a few of those mass-produced units laying around that the pilots wouldn't mind sacrificing for a 'good cause'." Even Sinya, who isn't particularly combat-trained as many of the mercenaries who call the Raven's Nest home, isn't against a brawl in the Arena every now and again. It might just let off some steam - especially if a few militants get their rear ends handed too them. Even she has some measure of Trailer pride.

As she takes the cup of coffee back, Sinya nods slightly, draining the rest of the contents and setting the container down onto one of those shipping crates. With things having gotten quiet, the sound of the cup hitting wood is enough to echo slightly, and it draws the catgirl's ears around into the direction the others seem to be staring.

"So, that's the one making all the fuss on the radio?" She asks, casting a glance at Nell. Sinya, is unimpressed by the show of robotic salutes, head tilting slightly as she lets out a sound akin to a cough. "I wonder if they even pee in unison." Her tail continues to twitch, showing her irritation even though the rest of her seems calm and impassive. Like most cats, she can pick up on a feeling in the room - and right now, that nervous aura is almost palpable.

Dewey Novak makes his way almost imperiously towards the line... Those standing in the queue submissively step aside to let him pass, letting him flow through the line, without having even needed to ask them for the permission... As he nears the front, he pauses to return the salute of the man. "Colonel, I have prepared your paperwork. You are next in line, Colonel." He nods with a smile, "Excellent." He draws the children along with them, both of them peering about, looking almost like little dolls with their overly fussy clothing. Novak smiles at the security officer as he submits the pre-prepared paperwork, "Ah, hello. I figured I should come down and take in the sights."

The Security guard stares at Dewey for a moment before he takes the paper-work. He checks it over, and then hands Dewey the papers back, along with a card. "If the security asks to see it, please do show it to them sir. Have a /wonderful/ day." The guard then motions him in, which as Dewey walks in the scanners do their work to see if there is any weapons or what have you that Dewey may be carrying.

Nell narrows her eyes slightly, "Yep. That is him. The guy who can't get a hint that R and the Strayed are not even here."

The catgirl's green eyes shift over to watch the display of 'power' of the Colonel, her nose twitching upward into a barely contained sneer. Such things never sat well with Sinya. It's the sort of thing that the officers of Zaibach would do - lording themselves over everyone else as if they were lesser beings. Her tail snaps so hard to the side that it thuds dully into the crate.

"I don't think it matters if they're here or not. This is all about power. About showing how they can push us around." Sinya's voice has a barely contained growl as an undertone, but she manages to keep it something under control. She closes her hand around the coffee cup, causing the paper to crunch slightly. Normally, the girl is one of those who wouldn't harm or threaten anyone, but... something about the way Dewey acts just sets her on edge.

"Wonder what the kids are for..." She muses, looking at them as the trio pass through security. "This isn't exactly a situation you bring children into." Sure, the Trailers who lived in the Nest had kids of their own, but they were generally being kept away from the chaos. The catgirl watches a moment longer, and then pulls out a small datapad from her pocket, typing something into it with a 'busy' sort of distraction.

Oh, there's a girl here thats about fit to be tied. Of course, its a rare matter for Tina to be down here unless she's on a mission. But there was a lot of noise being shouted out about the A-LAWS coming in. The woman walks into the hanger, in full battle girl gear. She has a full battle vest on with 2 uzis, two spec-op Colt pistols, and a bottle of whiskey on her. Its almost comical when one of the security guys looks at her and asks for her ID.

"School Girl.", she says, passing it over. The woman gives him a glare after a few seconds. She then moves over to where the A-Laws are, and looks to Sinya. "I know what the A stands for in their name. It stands for (censored for rating!). Whatcha think, Sin? Oh, and sorry about the other day. I just couldn't pass up the chance.", she says, tense.

 Tina Uesugi transmits, "HEY! That chick has a bust that is too large for this establishment!"  Tina Uesugi transmits, "Someone kick her out of the bar!"  Secruity transmits, "That isn't-- really a valid reason to kick out an A-Law. Besides we have orders from Boyle to make sure no fights not break out, not because someone just gives off bad vibes-- or ever single A-Law be kicked out by now."  Secruity transmits, "And that bring us to maybe losing our jobs.. or the Nest."

The A-LAWS are basically everywhere. This is probably where the tension is arising from. Bar rooms filled with A-LAWS, shops with A-LAWS, bathroom stalls full of A-LAWS. Some of the nicer drinking establishments have had long queues building up from A-LAWS female operatives more or less occupying the restrooms and placing the poor locals under a severe form of local interdict. Dewey does peer about, smiling, "How amazing. I do wonder where we should go first." One of the children peers about, "I don't know, Colonel it seems..." The other picks up the sentence, "Very dangerous for you here."

"Comin' through, clear a path!" shouts Kazuma from behind the controls of a mobile loader - basically a more advanced counterpart of the forklift, on wheels rather than legs. The loader is currently carrying a palletload of food supplies, or at least that's what the labels on the sealed and refrigerated crates indicate. "Gonna be some hungry customers if this doesn't get delivered, and that's bad for everyone's business!"

Blessfield has been resisting the temptation to pull his hair out with the A-LAWS' presence; fortunately, he's always maintained all of the certifications and licenses required of an independent merchantman ship and crew like the Valstork Family. They *SHOULD* have the necessary permits for a privately owned mobile combat unit, as well (e.g. the Valhawk).

Plus they've helped save the damn planet. That has to count for something.

 Solis Vivent transmits, "A large bust? Can you take some scans. We need it for analysis."  Tina Uesugi transmits, "Only if I can beat your head in afterwards!"  Sinya Leland transmits the sound of face-palming.  Solis Vivent transmits, "I'd rather avoid that."  Solis Vivent transmits, "Why are you so hostile towards research, Miss Uesugi?"  Tina Uesugi transmits, "Pervert."  Sinya Leland transmits, "Generally, it's considered a good idea to ask a girl before taking pictures of her chest."  Solis Vivent transmits, "I'm not there. And you can ask for me, Miss Uesugi."

Nell tsks softly, "I don't know. Maybe he likes children porn." She states under her breath, a few of the raven pilots passing snicker at that comment made by Nell.

The Security guard only raises a brow at Tina as she comes waltzing in before he shrugs softly, "Typical Ravens." He says to the other. The other one stamping a piece of paper work only shakes his head. Hey-- the security people liked their ravens, after all R was their old boss and who ever want to mess with the Founders right?

Though really the A-Laws were as scattered around as the Ravens. It really was one massive mixing pot of chaos and disorder in here. Nell knew eventually someone would hit someone else's shoulder the wrong way and there they go! Free fight to watch!

Nell however looks over to Tina as she moves over to them both, "Hey, you can both come up here. Best seat in the house when a fist fight breaks out." She muses. The blond then grins slightly at Tina's remark and then only laughs. "Man, you could have /so/ much fun with their name. At least the Raven you can't mess around with too much. After all, in Earth mythology and lore, the Raven is seen as a symbol of death and destruction."

Kazuma gets through easy enough, at least the common guys here at the Nest were use to moving out of the way of the fork lift. Security also tries to assist by radioing ahead to make a clear path, but it wasn't easy. There was a ton of A-Laws everywhere and it was hard sometimes to explain to new-comers just how things worked. Hopefully none of the A-Laws get ran over.

Ken had been busy, but well Dewey's latest hair brain stunt? She can't really comment much on it, other than clearly command must know what it's doing. That or their hoping a Raven offs Dewey solving two problems for them. Either way a rather scummly place but a very /interesting/ place and better than being on the ship. so here she i to join in the party as it were, not a fell out uniform, tank top, jacket pants and boots, all standard A-laws colours too. She doesn't seem to be toohostile but then again who knows with the ravens. Either way she's a bit ahem bouncy to put it midly.

"I was thinking anal-retentive at the very least." Sinya replies, licking at one paw and then moving it over her ear a couple of times. It's a cat-like gesture, a motion that calms her smooths her fur down at the same time. "I'm betting they have paperwork for everything. Form 329-A, request for permission to blink." The catgirl rolls her eyes, offering her friend and roommate a bit of a smile.

She does nod towards Nell, still lurking about near the other Raven women. The coffee cup is finally crumpled and then tossed into a nearby trash bin, landing atop an overcrowded pile of others. As one might expect, the garage runs on caffine, sugar, and the power of raw geekery.

"And don't worry about the other day, Tina." Sinya shakes her head, "You're just lucky you didn't get clawed." Her ears tip back slightly. There isn't any threat in her voice, simply a bit of remourse for her own actions. "Seriously, not a good idea to grab the catgirl when she isn't expecting it. These aren't just for show." She flexes her fingers, showing Tina the length of those claws before sheathing them again.

She might have said something else, but the appearance of the large-chested A-LAW catches her eyes. As much as Sinya may have seen some of the more unusual things this world has to offer, there is enough breast there to drown multiple men at once, and that causes her to stare. "Wow, you weren't kidding. So..." She glances at Tina, and then whispers in a lower voice, one meant not to carry further than the trio of Ravens, "A hundred credits that they're fake?" She smirks at her friend.

For now, Kazuma and the creepy children with Dewey lose her attention. Although that doesn't mean that she doesn't keep the man and his coterie in view, ready just incase they start something.

Meriden Almace has never seen where Trailers live before. Frankly, she's kind of curious.

Meriden doesn't look like an A-LAWS operative, not even one of Dewey's younger ones. For starters, she's dressed in casual clothes, not a uniform; jeans, a T-shirt. Both are slightly ill-fitting thanks to an increasingly embarassing inability to stop growing like a weed; her ankles stick out from the jeans and the shirt doesn't quite tuck in anymore, instead barely meeting the waist of the jeans, and it's all a little tight.

She is most visible due to an enormous shock of blue hair (currently braided) and the fact that she is waving after Ken. "Hey! Ken! Wait for me!"

Tina laughs a bit, and pops her back. She smiles a bit, and whispers back to Sinya. "I bet you she's a Mars girl. They grow big out there. No gravity. You're on.", she says. The woman laughs a bit. "Watch.", she says. The girl waves up to Nell. "Whatever happends, I didn't start it!", she says up to Nell, giving a wickedly evil grin. Tina rolls her neck a little bit, and starts to walk towards Ken.

She approaches Ken a bit, and looks her over. "ID please. Also, are those real or fake? If fake, answer truthfully, since we will need to verify either way if they are real or fake.", she says in her best authortive voice. Of course, she's going to get some...ahem, lectures later about this, but hey! There's credits on the line. "We just have to verify that you are not smuggling in any contraband in the Nest."

Dewey Novak does pause for a moment, spying his underlings in the distance. Marinaris is hard to miss, but its Meriden who he spies first... He offers then a fatherly nod, before turning and heading almost abruptly in the direction of Tina, Sinya and Nell... Almost as if he knew they'd be here, and came to see them...

 Solis Vivent transmits, "It is for scientific curiousity."  Tina Uesugi whistles innocently!  Solis Vivent transmits, "Hrm?"  Tina Uesugi transmits, "Oh, nothing. Just me being me! Walking up to a girl, talking like I'm a cop, and then demanding to know if her breasts are real or fake, since they will have to be checked for contraband." <Radio: A - TR-General> Solis Vivent transmits, "Hrm. A-LAWS...breasts..." <Radio: A - TR-General> Solis Vivent transmits, "I might be Miss Marinaris. We worked together in the Divine Crusaders. They are real." <Radio: A - TR-General> Solis Vivent transmits, "If it is her, I inquired once before on whether they were genuine or augmetic." <Radio: A - TR-General> Kazuma Ardygun asks distractedly, "How did she answer?" <Radio: A - TR-General> Solis Vivent transmits, "I remember she was somewhat put out, but confirmed they were in fact natural. Something about martian gravity."

Kazuma steers his loader past Nell, Tina, and Sinya, nodding to the ladies on his way past ... and then he makes a turn, heading more or less in the direction that Novak and the little ones are coming from. There *should* be enough room for them to pass each other, but Kazuma makes sure he's on his side of the lane and calls out a warning just to make sure, "Heads up, cargo on the move!" He's ready on the brake just in case.

Nell raises a brow, before crossing her arms over her chest. "Those-- are some nice size melons." Nell says calmly watching Ken from her perch. "And I thought I was a nice size for here on Earth." Nell then watches Tina run over to cause trouble, the security team just /stays/ out of the way. Besides Dewey apparently also handed the guy paperwork on them as well.

Cheeky B*stard.

Nell then watches Kazuma speed by, before she whistles, "You ride that Bronco!" She teases with a grin, before there was a buzz in her pocket. "Oh-- OH!" the female blond hops down. "I'll be back in a moment Sinya. Business to take care of with-- well-- you know." The female operator quickly seems to take her leave toward the Garage, which was the only safe place right now for any Ravens or Trailers.

Ken Marinaris halds turns and waves to Meiden a she nears. She'll let Meriden catch up and she's not about to leave the other alone and she looks at Tina, smiles like she knows something as she hands over her ID. "Real." She doesn't Nell as he Id's handed over. The Id would note she is a Martian, clearly and also an A-law. She looks to Tina and smiles again. "Will there be any other problems, Miss?"

Sinya gives a glance first at Nell, and then back at Ken. While both women are from Mars, there is certainly a difference in 'chest size' there. The catgirl just tilts her head, and then smirks with a slight shrug. "I don't think gravity has quite that effect." She glances at her own chest, and then just folds her arms over it. Hey - her boobs were big enough - thank you. No one needed to come with their own flotation devices! "At least those ones don't look like drones." She hadn't seen ken or Meriden start saluting on queue like the others had.

As Kazuma comes by, Sinya raises her hand up, giving him a wave. "Hey there, Kaz. Welcome back." She offers, seeming a little bit surprised to see him. However, what's more surprising is when Tina makes off towards the security line and questions the more casually dressed A-LAW. Sinya laughs for a moment, and then face-palms at her friend's strait-forward way of dealing with the bet. "Why do I feel like the cat is going to get blamed for this..." She mutters to herself.

Her eyes follow Nell back towards the Garage, at least as long as it takes for the sound of Dewey's boots to draw one ear back in his direction. Somehow, what was a trio of Ravens has now become one - solo catgirl. Blink. Sinya clears her throat, and then scootches back, sitting languidly atop the cargo crate, "Colonel Novak, I presume?" She asks, tail twitching. "Welcome to the Raven's Nest." Sure, she isn't exactly one to be giving any sort of welcome. The truth is, Sinya is really only on contract to the Nest - although the same could be said for the SuiKyosha, and she considers herself a member of both groups with or without the paperwork.

Dewey Novak nods as she steps over, "Indeed, Colonel Novak. I am pleased to meet all of you. I understand that there was a need for this casual meeting... Perhaps to clean the air somewhat in order to allow us to better examine the present situation and attempt to avoid...any trouble." He nods, a smile floating easilly to his face, "I admit, I did not expect the Trailers to be so young and attractive. It almost makes me feel guilty for missing my chance to review new KLFs for my fleet..."

Meriden Almace performs something about halfway between a wave and a salute to Dewey, but she doesn't slow down - she is, after all, at least partially or theoretically off duty. Otherwise she'd have to wear a uniform or at least her flight suit.

She comes to a stop not far from Ken soon enough to hear at least part of Tina's question, and almost immediately fumes on the older woman's behalf. That's not a question you ask in public! Or ever! Meri has been sensitive about that kind of thing ever since /hers/ started to show up.

Meriden is, however, distracted by what looks like someone with a tail going the other way; she practically bounces on her feet, debating taking off after the other woman but deciding not to. Instead she looks up at Tina. "Are you checking everyone's ID?" she asks, after a moment.

Tina looks over the ID, and then starts to walk off after tossing it over her shoulder. "Nah, except, I'm not security. Never said I was.", she says, walking back over to Sinya and Nell, laughing so hard. The woman moves over to Sin's side. "If you're looking for a good time, I hear there's a few girls working in the Arm Pit that'll show you a thing or two, but don't mess with the girls in the garage.", she says. "And we come packing...", she says. The woman gives Dowey a sneer of move away from the Kitten girl! Some of us have claws, and the others have grenades.

Kazuma shoots a glance at Dewey in passing, and heads on into the Nest proper via cargo-transfer corridors.

So far, so good. And it's not like he's smuggling weapons into the Nest - but these crates are to stay *SEALED* until they're delivered to the eatery which ordered them; that's what the instructions were for this delivery ...

Jerk, Meriden thinks.

Actually, because she's Meriden, it doesn't stay in her head for very long. "Hey!" she calls at the departing Tina. "Hey, get back here! I think you need to give Ken an apology for doing - doing that!" Meriden has long legs; she can keep up with Tina if she has to, even with the slightly swaying gait of someone born in extremely low gravity who later became accustomed to it.

Meriden doesn't hide her expression very well, either. She's indignant, honestly upset - and she's a Newtype, broadcasting this displeasure faintly, though not so faint that psychics in the area can't pick up on it. Even a non-psychic close enough might.

<Radio: A - TR-General> Tina Uesugi transmits, "Oh! Oh!" <Radio: A - TR-General> Tina Uesugi transmits, "I got one mad!" <Radio: A - TR-General> Solis Vivent transmits, "Which, why and how?" <Radio: A - TR-General> Tina Uesugi transmits, "All I did was walk up, and ask for an ID." <Radio: A - TR-General> Tina Uesugi transmits, "Never said I was security."

As Tina comes back over, Sinya can't help but smirk, reaching into a pocket and holding out a folded up bill note for her friend to take. "You win." She admits, not showing a hint of regret for making the bet in the first place. "I'll remember never to wager with a Raven when it comes to breasts." She seems relaxed, even with the Colonel so close. Unlike others, Sinya has no problem with authority figures, especially ones who she considers to have little power over her.

Still, that doesn't mean that she isn't polite when he speaks. She inclines her head, giving him her attention once more. "I'm Sinya Leland. Senior Mechanic and Liason to the SuiKyosha." The titles don't mean much - but she uses them anyways. Might as well try to play the part since the 'big man' is addressing her. "And who are these two?" She asks, offering the children a smile. It may come off as a strange one - fangs and all - for someone who hasn't met one of her kind before, although it seems friendly enough.

The smile that Dewey gives, though, that catches her off-guard. She somewhat figured him to be the type that always frowned, or had no idea how to smile. Maybe she'd just been dealing with Xiang too long. "Hmm." She seems to consider what he says, ears slightly tilting backwards as she casts a sideways look at Tina, then back again. "Well, I could say the same for some of your companions. Still, as much as I appreciate the compliment, I wish that things weren't quite so tense around here." She asks, looking around as if taking in the entirity of the mess the A-LAWs 'invasion' has caused. "We Trailers enjoy our freedom. All this... it kind of goes against the grain for us, if you understand."

Of course, when Meriden makes her way over, Sinya just looks over at Tina with a sigh. "I think you made a friend."

<Radio: A - TR-General> Tina Uesugi claps her hands once. "Oh goodie! A friend! A Friend!"

Ken Marinaris is giving the, I'm going to be polite but your a total tool tone to the RAven. She takes the ID back and she looks for a moment at her and tilts her head. she looks at Meriden and gives a helpless shrug. "I got used to it a long time agoi she's just jelous, though I'm suprised your here."

Dewey Novak nods to Sinya with a smile, "Dewey Novak, but you can please call me Colonel."

He looks at the children, giving one an affectionate hair ruffle, "These are the future. Adroc Thurston believed it was necessary to take advice from the innocent minds of children. They are some of my closest advisors." He smiles back at Sinya, "I can understand your concern. The Federation exemplifies nothing if not freedom and self expression, but it is my duty to stand for the safety of the whole." He does peer at Tina as she returns, "Please do not torment my men. Many of them have lost friends, and made great sacrifices for the protection of the world.

Tina looks Dewey over a little bit before she takes the money from Sinya. "You should have known better. I mean, look at all the men here.", she says. The woman snerks a bit. She stretches out a little bit, and looks at Dewey a bit closer. "Well, do you think I'm very happy to 'guests' coming into my home, taking my food at gunpoint? And everyone loses somebody at some point. I lost my father in the middle of a job. Thats the cost you pay, so don't patronize me.", she says. The woman looks over at the girl running towards her. "Apologize for what? She gives her ID to anyone who asks for it? This is our home, our rules. If anyone should apologize, it should be you people for coming into our house, and having the balls to tell us what our manners should be."

<Radio: A - TR-General> Nell Aulter transmits, "...son of a.." <Radio: A - TR-General> Nell Aulter transmits, "Sinya! Turn the TVs off!" <Radio: A - TR-General> Kazuma Ardygun transmits, "Hm? What's going on?" <Radio: A - TR-General> Tina Uesugi transmits, "TVs off!" <Radio: A - TR-General> Sinya Leland transmits, "On it!" <Radio: A - TR-General> Nell Aulter transmits, "Just turn it off!" <Radio: A - TR-General> Solis Vivent transmits, "Everywhere?"

Meriden Almace is too indignant to be easily stopped by Ken. "Yeah, well, it was still rude!" she says - and keeps going.

She plants her hands on her hips when she finally catches up to Tina. "I don't care whether you were security or not," Meriden says, grumpy. "What you asked was rude. And maybe it's annoying to have us here but we only want to help protect people," she explains, sounding honest. "So it'll stop when we don't have to. It's just that right now we do. So. Um."

Meriden glances to the side. That /is/ a cat person! Her eyes widen; she's seen beastmen (and beastwomen) before but never ones so... dressed? Polite? Both.

<Radio: A - TR-General> Tina Uesugi transmits, "Quick! Sin! Nya and distract her!"

Nell-- had vanished for a time, but she was racing back out of the Garage, the INN news broadcast started to play as she was yelling on her comm. R knew about it ahead of time, and it would seem-- the news was playing everywhere..

Perhaps it was R, or perhaps it was the sound in his voice. But one thing Nell say about R, he was on top of things and quickly.

R told her, people may see it, but it wasn't him. When it got to the Nest--

The Ravens--

"This Just in" a voice said over the TV screens, as several monitors, which caught the sudden attention of the people. After all, would could break up some music videos?

"We have reports that Fort Nagai in Thailand has been assaulted by a unit exhibiting.." The words continue..

Nell was still on the run as she heard them echo in the halls. Her legs caring her fast as she could. The only thing on her mind was, 'it isn't him.. they can't believe it is him.. by the moons of mars.. don't believe it is him..'

Those out in the hanger stare at the sudden image of the NEXT. It was blurry, hard to see, but it was causing just dead stares.

Would Sinya get to the TV in time to cut it all off?

Sinya, unlike her friend, isn't as antagonistic towards the A-LAWs. Sure, she has made her share of snide comments, but when it comes down to it, she's fairly open-minded. Still, she can't help but eye Dewey with a smirk when he says to 'call him Colonel'. Oh, it takes her a bit of her self control not to say something snarky - and her tail thumps once at her side.

Luckily, the way that he treats the children is a bit more heartening than the robotic salutes and the way that his presence parted people as if they were the Red Sea. "Does the 'future' have names?" She asks, leaning back slightly. If nothing else, the way she languidly is sitting shows that this isn't exactly an official discussion of ranking members of opposite factions.

She glances at Dewey, then to Tina, and then onward to Ken and Meriden. "We've all lost people important to us." She does incline her head towards the two women, offering them a small smile. "It's my fault, I'm afraid. I egged her on. Please, accept my apologies." Spending time on the SuiKyosha has taught her a thing or two about dealing with people in a political fashion. As for Meriden's wide-eyed look, she seems used to it.

However, that smile falters as something catches her ear. "Excuse me a moment." She raises a hand, and then hops off of the crate, walking a bit away as it's obvious she's listening to something. A moment later, she's racing across the hangar towards the security desk. "On it!" That's the last thing that's heard from her, although it's easy to see her having a quick conversation with the guards, who move equally as quickly.

A few seconds later, the television cuts out, although not before those first images came visible. Even Sinya, still standing near security, her tail puffed out and her ears slicked back, looks shaken. She doesn't make her way back to the others, not just yet. Instead, she just stands against the nearest wall, laying her head back against it as she catches her breath and... tries to deal with that glimpse of a blurry NEXT.

Kazuma is on his way past one of those TVs when the special report comes on ...

"Well crap."

He quickens his pace, steering the loader with one hand and poking buttons on his wrist comm-unit. He has to finish this delivery and get back to the Valstork *fast* ... and in the meantime, he's not sure whether this is going to call for the Valhawk or something else, but the shit is now officially en route into the fan's immediate airspace, and doubtless the results are going to stink in several ways.

Dewey Novak smiles at Sinya, "They do, but I do not speak them in mixed company. There are fears of course for their safety and I do not wish to..." He looks up as the screens begin to flash. His smile fades away, eyes narrowing... He turns abruptly, "Please excuse me, Ladies..." He strides over to a man who's attempting uselessly to chat up a girl behind a vending stand... Novak seems to have a heated discussion with the man, who salutes abruptly and runs off... Dewey makes his way back over, "There has been some sort of incident. I am having my men check into the veracity of that last statement..."

Meriden Almace eventually takes a step back, apparently considering her declaration to be sufficient. She turns back toward Ken, at least a little bit. "There," she says, apparently proud. "And I don't care if it didn't annoy you, it annoyed /me/ even though she wasn't even talking to me."

She glances back at Sinya just in time to see her dash off like a cat out of Hell. "I hope I didn't offend her," Meriden says, a little sadly; she didn't see the television. "I've never seen a beastman that wasn't trying to attack me. Uh, except briefly, at a hot springs. But they did it eventually too."

Nell places her hands on her knees as she closes her eyes gently. "..damnit.." softly, she rises to her feet and quickly moves to go over to Sinya. Her voice is quiet, "It wasn't R-- he isn't even here.." She could only hope her voice was down enough to not be heard by Dewey or, well-- his kids; or the other A-Laws.

One of the Ravens stares at the TV before it goes off, before suddenly he yells at the security guard, "Hey! Turn that back on! If R is.."

"We would, but we are having technical problems."

"That is Bull shit!"

For now, Kazuma is ignored.

Not by Blessfield he isn't; the captain and head of the Valstork Family instructs Kazuma to lock down the loader's controls and get back to the Valstork - somebody from the restaurant will use the unlock code for the loader and finish moving the crates. Hopefully they'll still be sealed, etc. at that point.

Kazuma needs little encouragement; he locks the controls with the code Blessfield supplied, unbuckles from the control seat, vaults down and *runs* back to the hangar, hoping nobody decides to get in his way ... because he's worried about the same thing his father is - that the A-LAWS will seize any excuse to try and lock down the Nest completely, interdicting traffic in or out.

And if they do? Dear stars will there *ever* be a fight.

Kazuma offers up one of his rare prayers to whichever benevolent deities may be paying attention, and wishes for more reasonable heads to prevail. (Not necessarily 'cooler' heads, mind you.)

Ken Marinaris is now looking to Meriden and smiles a little bit. "It's perfectly fine, Meriden, so you want to see how the food is?" She pauses for a moment thinking about the beastmen at the hot springs, wait what?

Sinya takes a moment to catch her breath. Not only that, but to come to grips with the brief bit of the news report she'd seen. Various senarios blip into her mind and are gone again before she can really grasp and hold them. If nothing else, the rush of security is enough to draw her away from the station again. Getting caught between Ravens and A-LAWs right now would be a bad idea. So, the catgirl makes her way back over towards the group, her tail hanging limply.

The fact is, her entire body posture has changed. The catgirl's ears are drawn down, and there is a worried look on her features. She does hesitate slightly when Nell comes over towards her, nodding slightly. She murmurs in a soft voice, "Someone's going to have to make a statement to the Ravens." Just who would be in charge of that now... Boyle?

Sinya glances over towards Dewey and his quick conversation, and then him returning to his companions. "I'll see what I can do about our guests." It's left up to Nell if she wants to accompany Sinya, but the catgirl heads back towards Ken, Meriden, and Dewey.

"Sorry for running off, but as you can see, we all have trouble." She sighs towards the televisions, which are still off and probably will remain so. "I hope you can understand, the last thing any of us want is to make tensions worse right now." She'd missed Meriden's comments earlier about beastmen, which is probably a good thing. "Would you mind if a Trailer dispatch investigates as well? As I'm sure you're aware, this effects everyone here."

Trying to offer a small smile towards Ken and Meriden - one that comes off a bit wanly, Sinya nods. "I'd normally suggest the Arm Pit, if you like pub food. Just... be careful. This... probably is a bit unexpected for a lot of those here who were loyal to Archangel when he was alive."

Dewey Novak sighs and shakes his head, "No. It is a secure facility and contains potentially sensitive information. We cannot allow for a joint investigation into this attack. I will be proceeding back to the Ginga, please offer my apologies to anyone who wished to speak to me..." The Ageha smile, a wan, creepy little smile, creepy because it is far too mature, and the lights that glow in their dim eyes seem almost calculating as they turn to accompany Dewey back through the security checkpoint.

<Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "... How is the Nest?" <Radio: B - TR-Business> Sinya Leland transmits, "Not sure this could have come at a worse time." <Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "... Tactically speaking, for someone-- it came at the right time. The Monitors can not be all shut down, there will be Ravens who saw the whole thing.. and then there will be talking, rumors, concepts, and ideas." <Radio: B - TR-Business> Sinya Leland transmits, "They won't let us investigate independantly or jointly, so... you can imagine my theories." <Radio: B - TR-Business> Sinya Leland transmits, "You might want to consider making a statement of your own. It may not convince A-LAWs, but the people here at the Nest would rather know what's going on from your lips than the news reports."

"I like pub food," Meriden agrees. This is an understatement; she likes pretty much anything as long as there's lots of it. She is, after all, a growing girl. "I could go to try it..." Though the fact that it's a little uncomfortable makes /her/, in turn, uncomfortable. That Newtype sensitivity cuts both ways.

But she's off duty, so she doesn't have to run off with Dewey. Instead she looks Sinya over again. "Yeah, I guess it's hard for everyone. We're not trying to be pests! We just want to help." She sounds sincere, at least.

Meriden even sticks out her hand, 'beastman' or no. "I'm Meri. Meriden Almace. Who're you?" She does not ask 'what' because she is at least somewhat polite. She does kind of keep one eye on the ears, though. Or the tail. Either one.

Nell watches as Dewey starts to leave. There is that small part of her that wants to pick up something and throw it at him. Her teeth grit, her hands tighten.

Then suddenly a can is thrown at Novak, before a Raven yells out toward him. "You A-Law bastards!" the guy does sound slightly drunk. "Get the hell out of our Nest before we do the same to you!"

Nell blinks as she glances over, the security quickly goes to move in, though several raven pilots are already tossing aside their jackets. Many of them knew that NEXT that showed up on the screen. The Raven's knew their founders.

R a man or an Android.. it didn't matter to many of them. What mattered was it was a great excuse to kick some A-laws, and that is just what a few pilots seem to have in mind.

One of the security quickly ran over to Dewey, before reaching out to him. "We should get you out of here sir. It seems-- that little footage was enough to give a few of the pilots ideas. Nothing personal, as I am sure you can handle yourself-- but some Ravens are PLUSes.. and others.. well.. they are cyborgs."

Nell quickly looks to Sinya and Meriden, "Meriden, right? Maybe you and Sinya should go get some food. I think things are about to get really, really heated."

<Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "... Even if I was to write something, it do no good." <Radio: B - TR-Business> Sinya Leland transmits, "So be it." <Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "I-- am sorry, but I already thought on it.. I already started to write something.. but then I realized--" <Radio: B - TR-Business> Kazuma Ardygun is audibly running, "They'd trace the transmission?" <Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "However.. I am also aware that this will come across as an inventation. Boyle, he will handle it." pause, "Haha. Maybe, but more correctly.." <Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "Don't you think it be odd for an AI that is already being called Rogue to suddenly argue with actions that looked to be its own actions?" <Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "That is what people call.. a malfunction." <Radio: B - TR-Business> Sinya Leland transmits, "Or a setup." <Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "Maybe, but the precentages.. as much has I hate what I am, I have to sometimes listen to the logic of what I can come up with-- it is safer to just stay quiet. The Truth always comes out in the end." <Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "And who ever this, they will pay dearly for when the truth does come out." <Radio: B - TR-Business> Kazuma Ardygun transmits, "Easy for them to duplicate the Strayed's design enough to fool news cameras at basic reso-- oh hell." <Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "Not in Crest's style."

Ken Marinaris peers at Sinya for a moment, what they talking about Archangel being dead? She kinda pauses and brings for a moment she pauses at the radio from Dewey, and sighs. She was just on leave why did she have to get near him. Least it's not stenbuck she tells herself. Also she says hello to Sinya. "Hi, I'm Ken, Ken Marinaris."

Dewey straightens up after the can hits, the Ageha move to shield him, glaring at their attacker. Dewey himself straightens out, "Please, call me Colonel and yes, I believe departing is in the best interests of maintaining civic order." A few of the A-LAWS personnel stationed near the launches unlimber their SMGs, although they don't take any hostile action...merely covering Dewey as he and the Ageha move back to their launch and lift off, heading back towards the Ginga... On the ground, a few of the A-LAWS personnel begin to shout, "Don't throw things at our Colonel you f***ing savages!" "Yeah! And stop harboring murdering robots!!"

"We should burn this cesspit to the ground!"

"Lazy miserable mercenary bastards!!!"

<Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "That and they wont waste the time to make another NEXT just for this." <Radio: B - TR-Business> Kazuma Ardygun transmits, "Got a bit bigger of a problem here ... A-LAWS personnel just started shouting for a riot." <Radio: B - TR-Business> R transmits, "..."

Sinya winces as she catches sight of that can being thrown. It isn't exactly unexpected. With the way things have been going around the Nest, all it takes is that little nudge to turn a tense situation into one that can be explosive. Her eyes watch Dewey and the strange children for a moment longer. Something about this whole mess smelled rotten - but just who the rotten party happened to be, she isn't entirely sure.

For now, Sinya simply nods her head towards Nell. "Yeah. Probably a good idea." At the very least, Meriden did seem to be sincere, at least as much as Sinya's non-newtype senses could tell.

Turning her eyes back to Meriden and Ken, Sinya inclines her head to both of them. She takes the offered hand, gripping it with clawed fingers that are quite careful not to harm skin. "Sinya, Sinya Leland. Originally from Gaea." She tends to add this, because it does set her apart from the 'beastmen' who came from the Spiral Plains - the ones created by Lord Genome. "Nice to meet--"

And then the shouting match begins. With a sigh, the catgirl shakes her head. "Come on. I'll take you two through the back way to the 'Pit. Things look like they're about to get hairy." Which comes off as odd coming from someone with furry shoulders, but still. Sinya motions back towards the Garage - an area that the A-LAWs hadn't been let into until now, but there was ways into/out of the Nest proper from there, that wouldn't require going through the areas most likely to be mobbed by upset Ravens.

<Radio: B - TR-Business> Thermidor transmits, "Let them." <Radio: B - TR-Business> Thermidor transmits, "If they do, we have grounds to deal with them in a more 'official' fashion, and they will be at fault for it." <Radio: B - TR-Business> Thermidor transmits, "If, that is, a riot even begins in the first place."

Kazuma is *JUST* coming out of the cargo corridor when he hears the A-LAWS starting to shout - and he immediately dives behind a row of crates, his blood running cold as he realizes what's going on. He didn't hear the Raven inciting the A-LAWS' reaction, but he's sure *something* set them off - and as of *right now*, anywhere in the Nest that isn't inside a ship is pretty much hostile territory.

Maybe he can make his way back to the Valstork, but if the A-LAWS are really starting to plan violence against their Raven 'hosts' then this is very, very much the moment of the shit hitting the fan, and even with his usual 'contingencies' in his jacket ...

Well, thinking about it won't help. Kazuma listens for a moment, peeks out around the edge of the row, and then starts heading across the hangar. He's trying not to cross A-LAWS personnel lines of sight if he can help it, but he's not sneaking - *he* belongs here, dammit, and he's going to walk like it.

<Radio: A - TR-General> Ringo Mason transmits, "What the...hell? Seriously?" <Radio: C - Global> Dewey Novak transmits, "To all A-LAWS personnel present within the Raven's Nest. No hostile action is to be initiated against the personnel there within. Raven's Nest security will handle any and all issues." <Radio: C - Global> Sly Heckler transmits, "Colonel Dewington Novak, there's not some sort of problem, is there?" <Radio: C - Global> Dewey Novak transmits, "Some of the Raven's Nest's patrons seem to have interesting ideas on where to place their recyclables, Mr. Heckler." <Radio: C - Global> Sly Heckler transmits, "They're something of a rough bunch, yes. I do recall warning you about that." <Radio: C - Global> Dewey Novak transmits, "And please, Mr. Heckler. You are being overly formal." <Radio: C - Global> Dewey Novak transmits, "Just call me 'Colonel.'" <Radio: C - Global> Sly Heckler transmits, "Then how would I differentiate you from the guy who cooks chicken?" <Radio: C - Global> Sly Heckler transmits, "Unless...you aren't the chicken guy, are you?" <Radio: C - Global> Dewey Novak transmits, "No sadly, I am not." <Radio: C - Global> Sly Heckler transmits, "Oh."

The threat of /anyone/ rioting is enough to put an uncomfortable pressure behind Meriden's forehead. She can feel the tension, now more than ever, even at a distance. She doesn't want to. She'd yell at them to behave if she thought she could get away with it (the A-LAWS personnel as much as anyone else; they're soldiers! Defenders of the peace! They should behave like it!)

"I don't know where Gaea is," Meriden admits, slightly distracted. "Isn't that just another word for Earth? I'm not from it myself." She follows, though, not even bothering to look around like a spy - she just remembers where she's been so she can get out if she has to.

Nell cringes, what was just her idea, was becoming a reality. What she joked about, was happening now. The Ravens and the A-laws were about to get into an epic fist-fight and the security cut this thin. "...Sinya-- we really should get out of here.. I don't even care if they come with us."

Nell may be a tough blond operator, but she was not an idiot and she wasn't a fighter. The female operator made sure to the two female A-Laws followed Sinya, before she quickly followed behind. She wasn't sure what was about to happen; she didn't even want to look back to find out.

One of the Ravens points over to the A-laws, "Why don't you shut the F*ck up!"

Another Raven, with a robotic optic cracks his knuckles. "Nah, dun make 'em shut up, why dun they just come righ' over here an' will show who tha real lazy bastards are."

"You calling us Lazy!?" Another one shouts from another direction. "Lets see you do the shit we do, you little B*tches!"

"Yeah, I bet you have to cry to mommy before you even take a shot!"

The Security was quickly on the move, moving in from other directions. It also wasn't long till something else also made the scene. A machine slightly smaller then an Armored Core, no, several of them. They were painted gray with the Raven's nest emblem marked on them. They had reverse legs, a thick hull were the pilot was, and some kinda weapons system at the side. As the security team raised up their shields, a voiced echoed from the machine. <<"To Ravens and A-Law personal. You are to cease this now or we will have to take action. We repeat, stand down on both sides. We will maintain order.">>

<Radio: B - TR-Business> Thermidor transmits, "Hm. As I said." <Radio: B - TR-Business> Thermidor transmits, "If they think about causing trouble, that commander of theirs will slap them on the nose." <Radio: C - Global> Sly Heckler transmits, "And please, Colonel Dewington, call me Captain Heckler. I do captain a ship." <Radio: C - Global> Dewey Novak transmits, "Ah, of course Captain." <Radio: C - Global> Sly Heckler transmits, "Thank you, Colonel." <Radio: C - Global> Dewey Novak transmits, "So then there is veracity to the rumors I have heard of the extensive 'Trailer Death Fleet' then?" <Radio: C - Global> Sly Heckler transmits, "If by 'death' you mean 'cargo transport' and by 'fleet' you mean 'independent ships getting jobs at the same bonding board'." <Radio: C - Global> Dewey Novak transmits, "I did think that the term was somewhat overly colorful when first I heard it."

"You want us to come over there, gutter trash? We'll come over there!!!" Shouts one of the larger men, who's restrained by some of his better minded fellows, "You heard the Colonel's orders!!" Another voice shouts out, "The shit you do? What? Murder people in their sleep? To hell with that!!" With the arrival of the MTs, and the orders trickling down through the radio, the A-LAWS personnel seem to back off, glaring and shouting insults as they head back towards their launches.

"Hrm." Sinya murmurs as she passes into the garage, earning a few looks from some of her fellow mechanics. "It's alright guys, I'll keep an eye on them." Murmurings from the others, but they seem to look to her as some sort of senior part of the tech-staff, so they don't question it. The environment in the garage is quite a bit different than outside. It's entirely Raven's Nest personel. There is some nervousness, and that general unsure feeling that comes with stressful situations, but most of those occupying the area are working, keeping themselves busy, or are oblivious to the passers by and the comotion outside in the hangar.

"Gaea is the name of a land in La Gias." She explains as they walk, "The 'inner world', if you've ever heard of it." Some people still hadn't, although that is getting more and more rare these days. "It's just easier sometimes to introduce myself that way. It distinguishes my kind from Lord Genome's creatures. we're born this way, not made." Her tails ways behind her as she walks, leading them down into an access hallway that runs between the Garage and one of the main avenues. Eventually, they head through a doorway marked 'employees only' which leads out not far from the Marketplace.

The catgirl steps out, holding the door open for them. "The 'Pit is just down along that road. Hopefully things will be a bit quieter there." As unlikely as it might sound - at the very least, these two don't /look/ quite like the typical A-LAWs. That might be enough to keep them out of trouble for the evening.

<Radio: A - TR-General> R transmits, "Are you guys alright?" <Radio: A - TR-General> Ringo Mason transmits, "R what the hell is this image on the news?" <Radio: A - TR-General> R transmits, "A fake." <Radio: A - TR-General> R transmits, "A very good-- but-- a fake." <Radio: A - TR-General> Ringo Mason transmits, "Alright. You are being a hundred percent straight with me right?" <Radio: A - TR-General> Ringo Mason transmits, "Cuz if that's true, then Crest is doing one of two things. GAVE him a unit looking like yours, or used a unit that looks like yours on the base." <Radio: A - TR-General> R transmits, "Nell is going to be sending me the recording.." pause, "Crest would not place the time or resources into building another NEXT unit." <Radio: A - TR-General> Ringo Mason transmits, "I said one that looks like it." <Radio: A - TR-General> Ringo Mason transmits, "I am sure they wouldn't." <Radio: A - TR-General> R transmits, "I am running over several options. Most of them end with some corporation taking this chance to kick Crest in the balls." <Radio: A - TR-General> R transmits, "Nell is sending me the recording so I can break down the images and attempt to get an idea of just what it is. With the video being this blurry, it can be anything." <Radio: A - TR-General> R transmits, "I do not putting out the idea of it being Crest-- but last I checked, Crest wanted me together-- this would be.. counter-productive." <Radio: A - TR-General> Kazuma Ardygun transmits, "I'm surprised nobody got around to trying to stop me on my way back to the Valstork ... good timing by the security guys." <Radio: A - TR-General> Ringo Mason transmits, "Maybe, but it also gives the A-Laws more power to operate tracking you down, and demeans the Trailers as a whole for not giving you up. Even the perception of this is daming." <Radio: A - TR-General> R transmits, "The part of the A-laws getting more power-- that I am aware of. There is little I can do currently about it however." <Radio: A - TR-General> R transmits, "There is something I learned from my old self and from an individual he admired greatly. Sometimes, even when things are at the worst.. it is better to sit back and let things be. Eventually the right time will rise and when it does, that is when you strike."

Even as the MT's show up the shouting match probably continues for a bit longer till the cooler heads and probably some of the Frighteners get involved to help cool things down. Mostly telling the Ravens to calm it, they will get to the bottom of just what is going on, and there will be some answers soon enough.

In the end it was all added up too, things were going to shit, but we had to keep our dignity as not only as Trailers, but also as Ravens.

As soon has things calmed down, the MTs easily moved back to their holding area, but still stayed online just encase the security team needed them again. It looked like tonight, thanks to that news message, was going to be a long, and tiring night.

Nell meanwhile, breaks away from the group. She had matters to attend too, including sending someone recordings from that news feed. She wasn't sure what he was going to do with them, but she wasn't going to argue with the brains.