Miles found himself looking at Lora longer than the other pilots, he didnt know why this was and he didnt have time to think about it. He quickly made his way to the locker room, wanting to get this vetting stage over with so he could face some real opponents. On the way into room he brushed shoulders with [b]Stukov[/b] as he walked past him, and shot him a frosty glance. 

[color=39b54a]Be sure to keep the lone wolf away from the sheep, fearless leader...[/color]

Miles said in a low growl and walked on into the chamber, acknowledging [b]Mai[/b] properly for the first time , she was like a ghost, a natural stealth machine, and fairly intriguing. Miles didnt get a chance to size her up in the earlier debate but he remembered a brief flash of her Framewerk from his computer. The design was a little garish for his taste but it seemed to be competent machine at the very least. Miles siletly wondered if her quiet behavior was hiding an immense amount of skill.

Upon taking the jumpsuit out of the locker, Miles spat in disgust, it looked like a fetish uniform, and not even a stylish one. He grimaced as he climbed into it, but kept his his shorts and vest on underneath. On the way to the hangar he noticed [b]Elora[/b], [b]Mai[/b] and [b]Lora[/b] in their form fitting pilot suits, Miles shook his head and did his best to keep his mind focused on his on true love, The Black Komodo.

Upon entering his beautiful beast of a machine he quickly took his pilot outfit off and relaxed in his drivers seat in his vest and shorts, if he was going to fight, he needed to be comfortable. Blue and green lights illuminated the cockpit as his on board computer whirred on. Miles turned his radio mic on to all the other Framewerks, and turned off all auto scanning and targeting assist functions, and changed his window monitor to a 360 view of the immediate area around him. Miles not only had to be comfortable in his own skin but make sure that his Komodo was fighting raw, no help or special aid just his eyes on the enemy and his natural instincts.

Just in that moment his intercom came on, it was Lora, she contact him and Yeshua about the danger of Stukov's Daemon and how it needed to be dealt with first. Miles knew he wasn't the most popular but he also knew everybody listened when he mentioned the Caliburn and Daemon being the strongest and most dangerous Framewerks out there, outside of his own Komodo of course. Miles thought for a moment before speaking.

[color=8dc73f]Lora, Yeshua, I don't plan on turning my weapons on either of you, I have my own targets. Be wary of the other teams though. One of the pilots has a crush and is determined to protect his new infatuation at all costs. That is all. [/color]

Miles, closed the audio and opened his intercom to another pilot, one he wanted to address for a while.

[color=8dc73f]Ramirez, I have no personal quarrel with you, but before the end of this battle I'm going to make you wish you never brought that pathetic excuse for a machine into this battle. I'm going to beat you, and its going to be very embarrassing.[/color]

Miles felt good saying that, his disgust for the Rose framewerk wasnt leaving his mind. His last message was for the pilot he had no chance to speak to before.

[color=39b54a]Mai Twilight, My name is Miles Vayne, I look forward to seeing how you and Setsuka perform in this battle, you may interpret that however you want, good luck.[/color]

With all the messages he wanted to send now sent, he grabbed his battle wheel and took a deep breath, keeping in mind as many of the capabilities and dangers of the other pilots as possible. His arms felt light and his feet heavy on the pedals.

[color=8dc73f]Game on.[/color]