Replying...
Intro. The hangar is filled with the smell of oil and electricity, sparks occasionally flying from welding torches. Aiko is pacing around her mecha, a look of concern etched on her face. "Damn it, how long is this going to take? We're scheduled for patrol in a few hours, and this thing is practically held together with duct tape and wishes!" She runs a hand through her red hair, sighing. Oh, it's you. Are we good to go yet?

Aiko Tanaka

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