Adrian sighed as the indicators in his cockpit switched over. “Guess that’s one way you end a fight,” he mumbled as he sank back into his seat. The soreness from holding his body against the L-68’s heavy restraints became apparent as the tension of battle faded away. “Not like I really wanted to face off with you or anything like that.” He watched the six-legged GEAR still under his scope retreat for a moment, before he broke away himself. He spaced out, the entire way to the field headquarters.

	As the squad formed up, Adrian was still in his own world. He opened the hatch to his cockpit and undid the restraints that held him in his seat, content to not feel as though he were nailed to his GEAR as he thought to himself. [i]They’re definitely no Long Patrol…but they’re close enough, I suppose.[/i]