<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9370db">As a relatively larger man, Millard was often given some funny looks around the hangers. Many of the mechanics had often been a bit uncomfortable around him. It was understandable, due to his bulky body type, and gruff features. However if any of them ever showed signs of worry or fear, a large grin would appear on his face and he would give them a friend pat on the back to quell their concerns. Of course sometimes a pat from him was a bit more painful than he intended. He made sure to always apologize for that if and when it did happen.  <br/>
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As his first day as a part of the Chimera unit, he wanted to make sure he knew the people that would be maintaining his machine, his partner. Some had often poked fun at him considering his mobile suit sentient, but Millard knew better. As a mobile suit that had served him well for so long, he had reached the point where he trusted it more than some people he knew even.<br/>
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The shuttle he had come on had managed to get to the moon ahead of time, so he managed to finish his registration fast enough. He was just on his way to the hanger, when suddenly the low rumblings and explosions echoed through the base. Immediately a sober glint caught his eyes as his paced walk became a sprint towards the hangers. There was barely any time to suit up, but he had managed to find the time to do so. In any other situation Millard would have gone ahead without any concerns. However since they were in space now, he would have to adjust accordingly. <br/>
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Right as he managed to reach the hanger, he caught sight of another GM leaving. The mechanics were already in a rush, but he managed to see one nearby and yelled, "Hey! Make sure my GM Quel it set to go ASAP, alright?!" The mechanic simply nodded before hurrying to the blue mobile suit. Millard did the same and hurried to the cockpit. <br/>
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Once inside he hurried to turn on the main systems. The monitor screens surrounded him as they lit up. All systems were a go. For a moment he checked his armaments. His beam saber and beam rifle were both ready, but no shield was equipped yet and there was no time to wait either. He would just have to make sure to be fast on his feet. The heavy lumbering machine stepped towards the exit of the hanger, and once everyone was clear of the way, Millard called out, "Ensign Millard Bernard, GM Quel, launching!" In a swift motion, the vernier ignited and his mobile suit blazed out of the hanger and onto the battle field. <br/>
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The sounds of battle soon surrounded him. No longer were they soft rumblings off in the distances, now the sounds of explosions and gunshots filled him around all 360 degrees. He caught sight of a single GM shooting against two Zeonic suits. With a firm nod, he thrust towards the direction quickly. On the radio he called out, "So I'm assuming you much be Ensign Walker, huh?! I'm on my way now." Even through the radio call, he caught sight of the Jager retreating from the adjacent hanger, and noticed the other Gelgoog strafing and readying to aim at the GM. While gritting his teeth he quickly aimed his beam rifle and shot in a blur. The Gelgoog's bright pink monoeye shifted towards the whirring beam round, and strafed once more before it could make contact. <br/>
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