Chie

Chie glared at the late arrivals. Geez, what idiots, taking so long to get here... what was there problem? Were they slow or something? They had to be if they took this long to get there. She hadn't been running or anything and yet she still beat them, and even finished her juice box before they got here! Sheesh, they were as slow as Osaka from that one really old manga. Azumanga Daioh. It was pretty fun, and Osaka was hilarious, but she was slow. Was she in a class full of Osaka's? Well, no, there was the speedy one who ran in... Ichigo. She got high marks on marksmanship or something.

"Jeez, I hope you're not all going to be slow idiots during training, too," she said with a shrug.

Sumiko frowned, but simply continued with the start of the lesson.

"Now, I'm sure you know the drill. Everyone suit up, and get ready to dance!" she declared, cheerfully, "And by dance I mean pilot gigantic mecha. I'll be back to give you the rundown on the training exercise when you're all suited up!"

With that, Sumiko turned and headed off towards the MF storage bay...

Chie sighed, and headed for the changing rooms. Now she had to change in a room full of... some of the idiots.

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Ichigo

Ichigo sprinted to the woman's changing room without hesitation. Inside was clean and brightly lit, with numerous navy blue, slightly curved-outwards lockers lining the walls. Each one had a digital projection of the owner's name, both in English and Kanji(katakana, in the case of names which it suited better). Without the slightest hesitation, she tore off her clothing and tossed it aside. Pilot suits were skintight(they required full body contact for certain functions), but thick enough that the wearer's decency was preserved even though all clothing had to be removed in order to wear them. Ichigo cheerfully pulled open her locker and rummaged through it.

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Chie

Behind Ichigo, Chie watched. How did the pink-haired girl always manage to leave her locker disorganized enough to rummage through it even though the only thing inside was her pilot suit?

What an idiot.

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There was a knock on Ai's cockpit.

"Minamoto-saaan," called Sumiko's voice, from outside, "It's almost time for training. I know you're in there..."

Samurai Girl

Ai surfaced from a dream oddly full of melons and peaches, the shouted muffled voice reminding her of the many, many times one of the family's retainers or a relative had taken the time to wake her up before she slept in so long that the school day would more or less be over before she had the chance to arrive. Of course, those voices had only been muffled by paper rather than metal plating--but this gave Sumiko the advantage that tapping it was like ringing a bell, and there was no way to sleep through that.

Though the Benkei showed no outward response for a second, the entire back section slid back, containing both the seating and floor, and a ladder extended to the ground. With a grace totally at odds with her normal indolence, Ai descended, with the hilt of a sword--or, importantly, what looked like a sheathed sword--clenched in her teeth. Once on the ground, a single button press caused the metal rungs to collapse back into the flooring, and the entire section slid back to its normal position. Perhaps not as fancy as the V4 cockpit, but Ai liked the V3 style, and this was a refined specimen with none of the normal clunkiness or screeching sounds.

"Sorry, Sumi-chan, forgot to set an alarm," the pilot lied, cheerfully ignoring all rules of politeness to address the teacher. It was rude... but she was so oddly adorable that it was rather hard to take her that seriously. Even if she was taller.

As wordlessly as ever, Katsuro moved along with the rest of the students to the changing rooms. He hadn't paid much mind to the people that had arrived after him, simply focusing on his own well-being, but the attitude of one of the female students suggested that many students were at fault here. Yes, perhaps it isn't something that can just be excused, but Katsuro for one wasn't pointing fingers and slapping wrists, either. It was of his understanding that discipline was an art better left for the superiors rather than the students; Katsuro saw an impression that Sumiko had somewhat of the same idea, given the reaction to the girl's comment.

Now that it was time to suit up proper, the young man joined the rest of the students to the changing rooms, keeping somewhat near the head of the pack. Ducking into the male rooms, Katsuro took a few moments to recall the number and location of his locker, and several more moments to actually find it. From there, it was a matter of stripping down to his essentials, so to speak, and quickly slipping on the pilot suit. He took care to deliberately put on a suit in a vaguely smooth manner; one of the tips Katsuro got from his father was to make sure to put on the suit in a slow, fluid motion, so that later on he could don the suit in a single, quicker motion. Of course, like anything, it took practice to get to that level.

Katsuro gave himself a bit of time afterwards to adjust to the form-fitting nature of the suit. Hopefully working it into something more comfortable didn't take too long... but along as it didn't really impede him at all, it wasn't a big deal.

Lirael watched as the rest of her missplaced class arrived almost all at one, they had temporary memory dismissal or something, it was almost impossible to think that the mecha's would be held in any other room than this massive warehouse like room. She watched as some of the keen students already marched towards the changing rooms something that held a little nervousness in the girls heart, she sighed and moved into the room feeling nervousness bloom as she moves closer.

she entere the room, although every time she stepped in her mind was blown by the beauty of the room and technology, it overwhelms her. She moved to her locker and began to slowly remove her outter clothing and now stood in her underwear with her locker door open. Pulling her pilot gear out of the locker she pulled off the redt of her clothing and as quickly as possible pulled on her gear. "Ow ow" her foot smashed hard against the door and she swore many times while finally pulling on her last boot.

Shyly Lirael continued to look through her locker.

Ayaka immediately moved into the changing rooms upon dismissal to do so. Entering, her eyes scanned around until they rested on her locker and she walked up, opening it immediately. Contained inside was her pilot suit and, taped to the wall of the locker facing the opening, was a picture of her class back home. She grinned at the sight of the picture and, with a deep breath to calm herself, she began to strip. It was easy to removed and stow her clothes, but she blushed deep red as her underwear followed suit. She pulled the pilot's suit on slowly, as her mother said was necessary. She made sure to keep her motion fluid and calm as she did so, and soon she was clothed in the suit.

Looking over the suit, she couldn't help a slight smile as she glanced at the pure white suit that enabled her to interface with her MF. She then casually stretched and assumed a neutral expression, preparing herself for battle. After a moment, a trademark confidence bubbled up and a grin appeared again. She was a UEG pilot, or at least, she would be one day. That said, she couldn't lose to anyone, not the cocky little girl, not the superior-sounding "Overlord", not anyone. After all, since she'd assumed a frost disposition with everyone else, all she had at this school was her pride.

Ren nodded his head, he knew he was not an idiot. The instructor never said where to meet, but he didn't care. The small brat was just a stepping stone he would walk all over to get to where he needed to be. He walked into the locker room and headed to his locker at the end. inputting the combination and opening it up his suit was there. Removing his clothes the some scars could be seen on his back. Hes always training his body and physical training is what he loved the most. After suiting up he closed his locker and took a deep breath closed his eyes then opened them. "Time for some real training."

Ren walked out of the locker rooms and back into the gym. He waited for the instructor to return to give more instructions. He started to think about everyone who was here with him. The little girl was rude, there was a pink hair girl who seemed very hyper active. There was the guy who was always looking in some book like it was his life. Then he just stopped thinking about it, he wondered if he was the only normal one here. Surely there had to be someone who was as serious about being here as he was.

"Going to be a long Training day," He said to himself as he sighed.

The word idiot ringed in the ear of Augustus, he tried to prevent himself from reaching out and prove his might, however she was correct, it was pathetic how someone of his caliber could forget where they gathered for their piloting lessons, nonetheless he didn't show his dislike for himself on the outside, he stood silent and proudly, turning around with a ''Ma'am'' when they were dismissed to the piloting suit changing rooms. The men and women started off in a spear like formation, all hoarding and lining up, splitting up in the final stretch to go to their gender specified changing rooms. Augustus rather stuck out from the line entirely, finding a gap in the entry line to the mens changing room and easily entered.

Once inside the not surprisingly massive changing room he spotted his locker in almost an instant, not only because his name started with an A but because it looked much too different than anyone elses, as it housed the only piloting suit which could endure the brunt of the MF0017 series' force to an acceptable extent. The HawX Dynamo special manufactured storing unit had to be installed instead of a changing locker. It had the marvelous Steel Hawk logo of the HawX Dynamo corporation, printed in such a way that it covered almost the entire storage door. He opened it with a finger scanner and certain contraptions spun around allowing an easy entry only by drawing the door up, making it fold on itself inside the storage unit itself.

At first he saw the initial suit, a black and red spectral model made by HawX, it was the standard base for the B.A.I. suit system. He had already recieved some training, therefore unlike many others he didn't have much problems after taking off his clothes and putting on the Spectral suit model. Then, after opening another mechanism four modules were shown to him, he picked them up one by one and put them onto their specified positions. Two on the back, one on the torso and another one on the lower spine. Then there was the armor addons, he decided to equipp them too, couldn't be too careful when you had great plans for the future. After a couple good minutes fiddling with the many armor addons he was finally done. Finding himself being one of the only people in the mens changing room he smirked. Putting on the B.A.I. suit system was a horrible fiddle, time draining. Finally he picked up the Armored Headmounted Assistant Unit, basically a large, armored helmet which covered his entire head which would help him perform the MF0017-MX ULTR to the utmost ability. He swung the A.H.A.U. under his arm and walked out of the changing room and went over to the designated waiting point and awaited his instructors arrival.

His appearence was not of the faint of heart, covered in the MF combat suit made by HawX Dynamo he would look as if he was ready for war, many might think that this type of suit was noneffective in the average MF and they'd be correct, these suits only function on the MF0017 models, but they function with an outlandish ability thanks to the B.A.I. system. Augustus would look over his comrades and evaluate them with his most probable answers based on their behaviour and appearence, amongst other factors, then he would make a mind map based on anything inbetween the hardest and weakest opponents, excluding himself.

The suit itself was yet another proud bearer of the HawX Dynamo steel hawk logo, under it is the name 'MF0017-MX ULTR' and below that is the name 'Emperor'. Then on the suits right upper torso armour addon was the name 'Overlord' and below that was some sort of emblem. HawX Dynamo had a public appearence of that of a private military company, whilst serving the need of the UEG they like to glorify their test pilots as elite.

Not only that but a mysterious teenager who's lost his father in the conflicts of outer space and beyond, only that sounds very mysterious, and it's a crowd gatherer for the HawX Dynamo: Arms division. And it worked to a large extent in their previous victory, now only to win this one too, the contest between the MF0017 series and the equivilant of a world of other MF series. A new age was dawning for Augustus, and as a poetic soul, he intended to make the most of it, and live to tell the tale.

This would be the first stepping stone and the first obstacle, he would crush the stone and the obstacle in half, cementing the rightful place which HawX Dynamo should hold.

Chie

Chie quietly undressed(faintly blushing), after giving every other girl in the locker room a rather stern look and a huff of derision. There was really no reason to be worried here, that was for sure. Today's exercise would go fine for her. And awesomely, of course. She felt certain it was to be something that involved more active interaction with the other pilots. The young girl opened her locker, placing all her articles of clothing neatly folded within, and grasped her pilot suit with both hands. It was a custom-made model, as girls of her age did not usually pilot Mechanical Frames. Powder blue, it possessed a light grey collar, which connected to the sheath that covered the zipper down the front of the pilot suit. Directly beneath the chest, there were two black portions, surrounded by octagonal sections of darker blue. And, of course, there were the lights. Chie knew very well how pilot suits worked. They required full-body contact because of the diagnostic systems that were carried inside. The most obvious of these were the lights, elongated pentagons mounted on the shoulders, all the way down the spine to just above the wearer's backside, and on the outer thigh. These lights made for a quick condition assessment. As long as they were glowing, things would be fine. If they went out, something was terribly wrong with the pilot's body. But there was more to it then that. Systems in the pilot suits allowed a pilot's heartrate to be monitored, to identify internal injuries, or even to identify a pilot's emotional state judging by physical cues.

To put it simply, the pilot suit was critical. The latest models, including Chie's, even featured a remote CPR device stored in the chest. If a pilot's heart has stopped, it could be remotely jump-started, allowing pilots to survive when no medics are able to reach them. Of course, that wouldn't be important at the Academy. Unzipping the front of her suit, Chie paused when she heard one of the other girls kick their locker. The small girl raised an eyebrow.

"I hope you don't pilot so badly," she said, simply.

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Ichigo

Ichigo began to swiftly, eagerly, pull on her pilot suit. It was a standard model, with the same features as the adorable little girls! Ichigo knew she was a prodigy or something and she was cute and said things all sarcastically. The suit half-way on her, the pink-haired girl paused when she heard one of the other girls kick the locker and swear. Immediately she turned, spotted who it was, and sprinted over to her, the suit not even fulling on her body. This was far, far more important, that was for certain! Upon arriving at the other pilot, she immediately leaned closer, as close as she possibly could to the other girl. Perhaps too close, but Ichigo didn't exactly know this.

"Hey! Are you okay?! It sounded like you hit that really hard I hope you're okay!" she said, looking the girl up and own rapidly.

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Sumiko frowned, slightly.

"Minamoto-san, you know you should call me sensei," she began. To be fair, Sumiko didn't mind as much as some others may have about the nickname. But she should at least be 'Sumi-chan sensei'! The sensei part was important! She was one of the founders of the academy, even! That, perhaps, made 'sensei' even more important. But regardless, there were other matters at hand.

"It's time to go," she started, turning to head back out of the MF bay, "Everyone else is getting changed."

"Shouldn't people get changed before arriving?" Ai wondered, walking to the assembled meeting place and collapsing in as dignified fashion as possible until she was sat quite comfortably on the ground in her 'pilot suit'. There was no way around it: this was not, in fact, a pilot suit in any real definition. It was tight-fitting, but not tight enough, it had none of the fancy add-ons, and above all... it was made of processed cow flesh. It was a pilot suit in the same way that Ai's pyjamas were: they could be worn whilst piloting.

Lirael jumped, almost to the roof when one of the other girls appeared beside her, she was seemingly concerned about her foot and how she seconds ago whacked it hard on her locker door. She blushed, the girl hadn't even fully covered herself before deciding to show concern for her fellow companion. "Oh.. haha, you scared me. I'm totally fine thanks." She blushed and smiled awkwardly at the intrusive girl.

"I'm just a little shy about people seeing me naked... that's all." She smiled and shut her locker, turning to face the girl.