[color=4682B4]"Ronald... of the Gilgamesh Federation? Is that some branch of Fenrir that I haven't heard about?"[/color]

The soldier wasn't surprised by the mispronunciation of his name, what with the gas-mask, but the rest of what the girl said raised yet another question. Said question being 'what the devil is a Fenrir?' Judging by what she said, it was some sort of organization. Furthermore, given her ignorance of Gilgamesh's existence, she was either uneducated, or from a place entirely outside the Astragius Galaxy. The former seemed unlikely, but the latter was preposterous. Then again, so were aliens and absurdly oversized swords. Deciding that strange was the word of the day, Ranald figured it was better for his health to just roll with the punches.

[color=4682B4]"Whatever. Here, let me get that for you, Ronald."[/color]

Besides, he had more important things to attend to at present. Like freeing his arms, for example. Calmly complying with the girl's instruction to relax his shoulders, the soldier simply waited for the matter to be over and done with. Thankfully, that blade of hers was sharp, and cut through the chain in one go. With his hands now unrestrained, Ranald took a moment to stretch, relieving the stiff feeling in his arms. [i]Much better, now I just need to find my gun, my AT, and a way off this rock. But first.[/i]

"Thank you, ma'am. Now, I don't believe I ever got your na-"

Before he could finish, the pilot was rather rudely interrupted by a series of explosions, followed by the earth violently shaking. Despite Ranald's best efforts to stay steady, another spike of pain sent him tumbling to the ground. [i]On second thought, finding some painkillers first might be a good idea.[/i]