[quote=Some sort of Zombie]
 A dull day for dull pay, that's what Lux often had to deal with. Constant failures yet still a competent enough pilot to keep her mecha from being reassigned and getting shafted to an old Gespent [Although being a psychodriver might have had something to do with her getting to keep her mecha]. It had not been able to save her from the doom of the most dull job imaginable, guard duty.The blonde couldn't help but let out a bored sigh, watching the shipment of supplies flying towards a space station to give them the much needed food. This is what she'd been relegated to, guard duty for foodstuffs. ''I really could do with a bit of action.'' She said, tilting her head and her cigar nearly falling out of her mouth. After a while later, she hadn't been paying attention to the time at all, her comms crackled to life. ''Cargo has been successfully delivered.'' Oh, that was it? No pirates coming to take the loot of delicious jams and jellies, wheat and apples? No sudden breakdown due to an overlooked wire? Lux leaned back, placing a hand on her chin and gaining an annoyed look across her face. Maybe these constant dull missions were punishment. ''Confirmed, I'll return to base shortly for my next assignment.'' Lux acknowledged, signing off and then spinning around in her mecha. Blasting off towards the base, at least this was something she could enjoy. Flight was always fun, no matter how often it was she had to do it.
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[b]Meanwhile

On board the [i]Nava-Hoe[/i][/b]

"Hmmm." Aaron Gentles said, observing the sensors on the console, revealing the lone mech with the bizarre IFF code hurtling through space.

"Find anything interesting?" His current guest, Ali Al-Saachez asked, the red haired man staring at the blond.

"Just an odd signal. Seems alone. Would be a good way to keep this trip from being a complete waste."

"Lemme see that..." The mercenary muttered, taking a look, "Polish, huh?"

"Oh?" The Guild Tech replied, "Azrael's got something of a hard on for trolling the Eurasian Federation..." The engineer turned towards a monitor to his side, attempting to identify the model of the machine, "Looks like it's a prototype."

"...Nice."

[b]Moments Later[/b]

"Alright, so the rules are pretty simple." Aaron began.

"Whoever bags the sucker gets to sell it back to the greaseball?"

"Of course." After a moment's pause, "Launch!"

With a cackle, the Throne Zwei and Gold Frame launched from the ships mobile suit decks, catapulting into the darkness. The Astray deployed it's Mirage Colloid, turning invisible, and the Zwei sped off towards it's prey, leaving behind a red streak.

Moments later, a voice filled the cockpit of Lux's Mech, "Umm...Hello, hello. This is Second Lieutenant Gary Biaggi with the French Foreign Legion, Space Division. You are in restricted space. Please report your name and affiliation, or we will be forced to interpret your presence as a hostile action. You have 30 seconds to comply, over."