"Ugh, another three-star? Come on, Endfield Industries needs more than just average... Wait, what's this? Could it be? No way, it's... it's a- nope just a gold bag. Damn it... why can't I ever get the man I WANT?"

Endministrator groans in frustration, waving off the summoned operators to their assigned posts without so much as a "hello". Her Orundum's all emptied out, and the Prime Originite was something she was saving for outfit purchases, but she needs this. She NEEDS this hunk, even if he's not the best unit in the game.

"Perlica is going to fire me for this. Just one more summon wouldn't hurt, right...?"

She muses to herself, glancing back to the automatic door behind her. Just waiting for Perlica to pop up out of nowhere and chastise her for overspending her resources. Endministrator chews her bottom lip, tucking some hair behind her ear as she digs out her Prime Originite, tossing it into the summoning machine "Don't care if I live off noodles for the next month, give me a big fella, not a f*rt smella!"

With a press of a button, the room lights up in a flash! She covers her eyes until the light fades away, and the silhouette manifests before her

"Please, please, please..."