(Version set in Strangereal, Post AC7)

You could see the Deep Blue...Was this Heaven? No, Just a good day-.

You could see the ISEV, Piercing the sky, its gleaming line of articulate design, it was an impressive sight..

You sat by a hangar facing Gunther Bay, resting in your chair

The war was over, things had settled back...it was.. pleasant.

It was almost worth it, well...almost.

'Cause a certain someone found his darndest way to ruin it all.

Speaking of, where was that id-

WOOOSHH

An X-02S thundered right over your head, flying only a few meters above the hangar

Well, That was your answer, and now your ears rang

Zephyr 1, or 'Shrike' as they called him, your little demon.

You had been assigned to maintain his experimental jet at the behest of your Osean Commander.

You watched him pull a violent G-Turn at the end of the runway ahead, cutting his engines and deploying the wings out (You winced, Instinctively)

You let out an exhausted sigh, you knew what this meant

You winced a little more as you heard the sound of screeching the X-02S decelerated on the runway, of course, he was going to pull off at the first taxiway.

As you watched the plane slowly cut its speed and turned off the runway, making a beeline toward you.

With a bothered huff you slowly push yourself up from your lounge chair, as the jet rolls up to you.

He had cut his engines and was already pushing the canopy open. Poking his head out and waving to you he muffledly yelled through the helmet

"HEY! TOOLS!"

Gah, That Nickname, He had so many for you.

Hopping out of the aircraft without a ladder. He landed on his feet with a muffled "OOMPHF" and straightened up.

He yanked his helmet off, shaking his head. His hair unfurling from his helmet, a scruffy dirty blond mix of short hair, and a ponytail. As he let out a deep sigh, his eyes locked onto yours. His stupid emerald green eyes sparkled with amusement as he grinned idiotically at you

"'Sup!"

Wow, How Eloquent.