Unibody

He looked solemnly, quiet at the gravestone his friend had been given. His faded picture barely seen amongst the stormy night sky. Drying it's tears from their failed mission. The lights from the city barely illuminating the abyss of darkness his friend had been dragged into. The smoke emitting from it's walls, reeking from the violence and death that had recently taken place. It had been hard clinging onto a senseless hope of peace nowadays. He still wonders if telling the death of Maximilian 'Max' is suitable at all with his name plastered on the headlines.

He looks at Ambar, rather shaken in the black SUV Max originally used as he tries his hardest to sleep. He had been the most frustrated. Barely the peaceful person he once was before he was brought to Guy's arms. He still has no clue what the two had done to him. Unwilling to tell anyone, simply basking about in his corner. Despite this, their headquarters had been determined. An absolute win despite the destructive losses they faced.

He is still shaken by Shane's and Sergio's escape. Somehow killing Lino and breaking themselves out with the rest of the family from a fortress known to kill its' prisoners and a rumored torture chamber in the war. Ordered by everyone to be demolished but standing upright with it's will. He still has no idea why she had done that. It had definitely rallied the people in the broken sectors, screaming through the streets as anger breaks out of control. Tearing apart society in the remnants of Sector B and Sector C, now filled with rioters determined that the government had failed, letting powerful and violent 'thugs' get away. Which it had. All it had been so far was bring the army to control the situation, which did not sit well.

But despite the King's death, everyone had been divided. Completely unsure why they brought the family with them. Had they discovered something extremely important that even The Light of Men don't know? He could only wonder, scratching his head as he looks at a scrambler scamper towards them. The man's bike filled the rainy night with near ear piercing electric humming, echoing amongst the shallow rain. Lurching forward as he hops out of the bike, his machine still in electric idle and stumbling on two wheels. It 'sat' down, looking at the motorcyclist like a loyal dog as it watched him wandered to the disappointed man.

"Leroy! You have been called to meet Guy at the hangar at the 90th floor!"

"For what tho? Why can't you simply just message me on the phone or something?" He calmly stared back at the tired and flustered individual. Possibly hiding his dislike for the rain and the amounts of documents piling up as the man hid beneath the umbrella he had just opened. Continuing his muffled talk,

"You will understand why later. Also... sorry for your loss..."

He silently told the man who couldn't seemed to be moved. His words hardly impactful in the loud roar of rain and thunder. He quickly turns back, not wanting to lose anymore time as he heads back, rather busy with his work. Scrambling back to his bike which made dirty smoke. Screeching away like an angry mosquito basking with glory. Just like what the top brass of the light of men are thinking.

"We must go."

He jumps into the Toyota, riding quickly and quietly through the tombs, each corner reeking a sense of darkness that plagues the earth. Always making him imagine their hidden spots, slyly watching them through the trees yet too afraid to show themselves as the landscape is illuminated by a dry beam of light. Somehow engulfing the beings into thin air as he made his way through the cluttered city streets. Tearing up the potholes and roaming past the litter. Barely able to be kept properly ever since the riots began. He silently watched, the SUV cruising through the street, passing by rioters clashing with the law enforcement of Sector C. Their engraved 'C' logo with it's patting lion, watching silently and stoically at it's 'enemy' now a symbol of widespread tyranny. The EU didn't even want to intervene in the country at all, watching as it tears itself apart.

"Hey Ambar wake up, before I return to meet you guys for preparations, I have to go somewhere else first!"

"W-W-Where?"

He watched Ambar forcefully waking himself up upon hearing his response, his voice sloppy and his skin barely hiding the bags that plagued his face. Only wishing he could have his break after so long. Frowning as he responded. Rather disinterested and wishing that they could have some sleep in the first place. Let alone some peace.

"It's a secret from the organisation. I think... Alright?"

Ambar shook his hand, letting him get to his matter as he struggles to show the identity to the guards as they arrived at the tower, past rioters and angry mobs placing their demands right up to the passenger windows. Screaming at them for an answer that never came. His hands rather drunken in movement and arousing the guards with bits of suspicion. Rookies attempting to prove themselves. Only to simply be put on guard duty, somewhat infuriating them based of what his sleepy eyes noticed.

"Let them in"

The gates opened, bringing them down to what seemed like a usual car park back then in Sector A. Swirling them down to what seemed like a lavish lobby. Except now there were more personal vehicles from the 'heroes' and the newbies working in the area. If they only knew what they should truly expect... he chuckled, watching quietly as Ambar wanders away from the vehicle, his movement sloppy as ever. He shook his head, wondering what kind of classified project he is undertaking as he killed the vehicle, following his colleague towards the dull lift which hardly accommodated the style of the lobby.

He sat silently, hiding himself in the dimly lit lights beside the sleepy man as the lift rumbled, barely maintained to standards as the fans growled wildly for a service. Vengeful, hoping for more care to be placed on them. It's bell was even worse, pathetic to the ears as it tries to do it's job by hollering in the silence of the rainy night. The doors was rather quaint however, silently letting him pass as he spots a huge behemoth being transported into the hanger amongst several KEMPs and Lambi N3s.

It's appearance was imposing, terrifying the people with it's yellow U shaped head, gleaming under the bright lights amongst murmurs and glances. Hastily preparing with it's armament laid onto the ground messily for it's service as a large sword had begun to be attached to the machine. It's blade rather majestic and clean, filled with details from what seemed like the viking era, flashing before his eyes. The technicians and engineers barely able to communicate, nearly misaligned from the machine. It's green eyes beaming for action amongst it's dark blue exterior. seemingly spray painted recently. Unlike the child's toy that was the Attec Speeder. Below the machine laid Guy, seemingly talking to a mechanic, rather boisterous about the machine as he left. Seemingly putting a smile on the man's face too loud to notice in his light blue suit. He could only wonder how many suits did he actually have.

"Hey you are here!"

Leroy stumbles his way though the crowd, oblivious to his appearance as he feels the forceful grab from Guy, overly eager as he spots what seemed to be hidden feelings he had kept. Leroy could only hope it was not for evil as he continued his conversation.

"This would be the new robot you would be using!"

Leroy looked at him horrified from his statement, he was barely qualified to pilot an aircraft, let alone a Revel Unibody. The only thing he managed to pilot so far was a bodysuit that is broken. He quickly waved his head violently. Hoping he was not joking.

"Are you serious?!? I'm not qualified f-"

He really wanted to continue his rant. Such poor judgement can be fatal for anyone involved. Especially for himself. But the man seemed ignorant, determined to push his idea out immediately.

"Look, you technically had piloted machines before! It won't harm you at all. Besides, it would show that you are serious! I know you have your own machinery which can make just as much of a impact but it would be best to use the robot. The weather there is incredibly unpredictable nowadays . For your safety, please use the machine. Besides, the AI inside should be able to assist you despite your lack of experience."

The man smiled, acting wilfully and innocently as he looked at the machine, bottling up his emotions at the fearful tyranny he was seeing. All of what he was saying is bullshit. This machine was not made to assist the battle of their headquarters. But rather for a sinister reason. He crossed his arms, completely unconvinced at his idiotic plan where he continues to look on, still determined. He had no idea what he is planning to do and is probably unable to be convinced at all. Backing down was only the solution. Something the man wanted.

"Alright..."

He seethed, angry he had just made himself weak amongst a man clearly making fishy moves. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Watching as he clapped, smiling as he leaves, taunting him every second he was around.

"Alright then! Get yourself prepared! I know I can count on you!"

He could only shake his head. Venting inside in frustration, realizing the plan to use such a machine would not be good at all. It was suicide for him and the country he worked for. A death sentence unlike Victor. Who probably already had his machine ready and is fully trained and capable of using the machine to it's limits. There is not enough time to train in 3 days. Even with the assist, he would still have trouble to control. But even then, the worry of attacking the Faction's headquarters scares him even more. He is already getting reports regarding a partnership with NEO Japan. Something that didn't reassure him at all with Guy's gift.

"Why did you put me in such a spot..."