Fenrir relaxed slightly in his Sutherland as he looks over technical reports from his knightmare's internal systems. He ha been posistioned near the back of the assault group and was rather calm about not being the the front where, if the infiltration failed, the knightmares would be sitting ducks. He maded sure his gun was locked and loaded then looked down at the silver colored jousting lance resting on the floor beside him and smiled. Flipping on his comms he signals to Jack, [color=0076a3]" If I might ask sir, how much longer till we begin the battle?"[/color]
	The seasoned pilot was anxious for battle and the thrill of stopping a massacre before it began. He remembered the "Safe zone" Incident and sighed heavily. That battle had really opened his eyes to the way things happened in his old home and he was beginning to resent it. Yet here he was, a Britainnian going to murder other Britannians and help a rebel order who had a shaking past at points. [color=0076a3]" Such a strange world we live in."[/color] He thought to himself as he started to think of his childhood in the Homeland and of the great country once known as Japan.