Act 02: Mobius Mobius [Locked to M-1]
It seemed like White Chalice was in celebration mode, all of the Invaders having been pretty taken care of by the excellent pilots here while the Getter Team and a selection of other pilots took care of the real threat, Shin Dragon. This would not stop the technicians from getting their jobs done, however. As Roger watched Big O's armour plates being removed from his forearms, he shook his head a bit.
"What would Norman think of this operation," he said to himself, with a slight chuckle. He sighed, laced his fingers behind his head, and turned to walk out of the hangar and back to his accommodations. As he was exiting, though, he came across that mysterious flying plane with no propellers, the cockpit open. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, but Roger was a little less feline than others might be. Still, he hesitated for a moment. It got the better of him.
He climbed the steps by the side of the plane, peered inside. Inside, there was a slightly-inclined seat, two control sticks on either side, and several displays in the front. He stared for a second. It wasn't as spacious, and certainly not as intuitive (at least to Roger's sensibilities), but it looked suspiciously similar to Big O's command seat. He looked left, looked right, and then slipped inside the cockpit.
He put his hands on the control sticks.
"What would Norman think of this operation," he said to himself, with a slight chuckle. He sighed, laced his fingers behind his head, and turned to walk out of the hangar and back to his accommodations. As he was exiting, though, he came across that mysterious flying plane with no propellers, the cockpit open. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, but Roger was a little less feline than others might be. Still, he hesitated for a moment. It got the better of him.
He climbed the steps by the side of the plane, peered inside. Inside, there was a slightly-inclined seat, two control sticks on either side, and several displays in the front. He stared for a second. It wasn't as spacious, and certainly not as intuitive (at least to Roger's sensibilities), but it looked suspiciously similar to Big O's command seat. He looked left, looked right, and then slipped inside the cockpit.
He put his hands on the control sticks.