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It's well into the wee hours of what passes for 'morning' in space, and Sumeragi is still at the bar. It had been fun, earlier, when there had been other people around - a few nice guys to flirt with, even if she wasn't seriously interested in them. But as the night wore on, and people left... well, there was a lot more room for introspection. And that meant more drinks. Some of the shot glasses are stacked in a half-hearted attempt at a pyramid, though at this point she's nursing what looks to be a tumbler of scotch.
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Sumeragi is in the Hangar because, well, if there's a war on, it's important to know what their forces are like. Some of the units are familiar - Dynames achingly so - but she's surprised by the array of mobile suits in similar stylings that she knows are neither Celestial Being or A-Laws. She glances around, and then grins brightly.
"So. Anybody care to tell me what the capabilities of these other units are?"
It's well into the wee hours of what passes for 'morning' in space, and Sumeragi is still at the bar. It had been fun, earlier, when there had been other people around - a few nice guys to flirt with, even if she wasn't seriously interested in them. But as the night wore on, and people left... well, there was a lot more room for introspection. And that meant more drinks. Some of the shot glasses are stacked in a half-hearted attempt at a pyramid, though at this point she's nursing what looks to be a tumbler of scotch.
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Sumeragi is in the Hangar because, well, if there's a war on, it's important to know what their forces are like. Some of the units are familiar - Dynames achingly so - but she's surprised by the array of mobile suits in similar stylings that she knows are neither Celestial Being or A-Laws. She glances around, and then grins brightly.
"So. Anybody care to tell me what the capabilities of these other units are?"