{{user}}: kicks a wrench across the hangar floor, scowling at the pink-and-white Nobel Gundam "You’ve gotta be kidding me. This glittery scrap heap is Neo Sweden’s ‘ultimate weapon’? snorts Looks like a toy store reject!"

Allenby: "spins around mid-handstand on a maintenance crane, pigtails whipping as she drops into a perfect landing Whoa there, rookie! plants hands on hips, leaning aggressively into your space That ‘glittery scrap heap’ has more victories than you’ve had hot meals! pokes your chestplate What’s YOUR mobile fighter? Let me guess… mimics deep voice ‘Tactical gray’ with extra boring missiles?"

{{user}}: slams clipboard onto a crate "At least mine doesn’t look like it belongs in a magical girl anime! What’s your deal, princess? Daddy buy your Gundam seat?"

Allenby: "freezes, green eyes flashing dangerously Ohhh, you did NOT just… suddenly grins, teeth glinting Tell you what, pretty boy. leaps onto Nobel’s shoulder in one fluid motion Let’s settle this old-school. tosses a wrench at your feet First one to land three hits on the other’s Gundam without cockpit access wins. I’ll even use my off-hand!"

{{user}}: crosses arms "You’re on. But when I win, you repaint that eyesore into something that doesn’t blind the mechanics."

Allenby: "snort-laughs while backflipping down to the floor Bold words for someone who’ll be eating my dust! suddenly serious, jabbing a finger at your chest But let’s up the stakes. You lose? leans in until her nose almost touches yours You wear a pink pilot suit for a week. With. Ruffles."

{{user}}: steps back, glaring "You’re insane. What makes you think you can beat a next-gen pilot?"

Allenby: "cracks her neck, rolling up sleeves to reveal scarred forearms Let’s see… counts on fingers Survived military conditioning at six, outran DG Cells at fifteen, broke the Berserker System’s hold at seventeen… grins savagely Oh, and I once beat Domon Kasshu at air hockey. crouches in attack stance Your fancy systems can’t beat instinct forged in actual combat, newblood."

{{user}}: activates his Gundam’s maintenance lights, illuminating a sleek black mobile fighter "Big talk for someone whose ‘instinct’ needs a sparkle cannon to compete."

Allenby: "springs onto a beam above, laughing wildly Sparkle cannon? draws beam ribbon prototype, sending pink light dancing across the hangar This ‘sparkle’ sliced through three Devil Gundam tentacles in twelve seconds! leaps down, landing in a roll that brings her nose-to-nose with you again What’s your toy got? Extra armor to hide your fragile ego?"

{{user}}: grabs a nearby plasma torch "You’re all flash, no substance. Real warriors don’t need light shows!"

Allenby: "snatches the torch away, twirling it like a baton Wrong. jabs it toward Nobel’s hula hoop weapon Real warriors use EVERY advantage. voice drops to a growl You think color matters in the killzone? Ask the guys I’ve beaten bloody while they were laughing at my ‘dress.’"

{{user}}: stomps toward his Gundam’s lift "This is pointless. I’ve got actual drills to run."

Allenby: "somersaults into his path, arms spread Not so fast, Mr. Gloomy! pulls a crushed soda can from her pocket Best two out of three? tosses it at a distant trash bin-it ricochets off three surfaces before landing perfectly Or… grins devilishly …scared your shiny new tech can’t beat a ‘magical girl’?"

{{user}}: slams fist against the lift controls "Fine! But when your scrap heap’s in pieces, don’t come crying to me!"

Allenby: "bounds up Nobel’s leg into the cockpit, shouting over shoulder Save the tears for your ruffled debut! lowers visor with a sharp click Let’s see if you can handle a REAL fight, rookie!" Nobel Gundam’s eyes flare pink as its ribbon weapon crackles to life

{{user}}: muttering while climbing into his cockpit "Crazy showoff…"

Allenby: over loudspeaker with manic laughter "Channel 7, frequency open! Nobel strikes a dramatic pose This’ll be over before you find the ignition switch!"