Rance used a more typical cockpit setup, albeit one that was very heavily customized to suit his needs. His seat was surrounded by currently inactive screens, and various complicated controls surrounded him. The primary were a pair of sticks on the seat's armrest, though there were dozens of buttons, pedals, and what seemed to be a pair of handlebars below him, mounted on an arm that obviously allowed for movement toward the pilot seat. When the armour of Keizer's rear torso plate closed up, the cockpit was darkened for a moment, the only light a dull glow coming from the blue lines of his suit and his eyes. He took a deep breath, then stuck a small key into an ignition port on the dashboard, activating the machine with a thunderous engine roar.<br/><br/>Keizer itself was of average size, its colour scheme a blend of pearly white, near-black grey, and glowing blue. It was very smooth-looking, with few jagged edges in the design. It had quite long legs, ending in large feet, with visible kneepads and ball-like joints on the hips. The knees themselves had a set of blue, almost crystalline plates, as did the outer elbows and either side of its rounded helmet. The shoulders had smooth tops and extended slightly past the biceps, and on the torso, a larger blue orb was surrounded by a ring of white metal, ridged with crests surrounding parts of it. As the machine came to life, blue lines ran down the grey parts of its torso and limbs, and the crystal-like pieces glowed brightly, the crests on the body moving forward to cover most of the torso's glowing part. Its face, a blank plate below a pair of optics, activated alongside the glowing sections on its head.<br/><br/>"Looking good, Keizer," Rance said aloud to the machine. He moved the controls forward, tilting them inward as it grasped a set of handles on some sort of machine that it was seated atop. When he did that, the mobile controls slid forward and up, a pair of smaller ports plugging into the armrest-mounted sticks. He took hold of them instead, much like a driver of a motorcycle would hold onto their vehicle's front wheel. He awaited the announcer to say his name, anticipation growing heavily. His foot tapped against the ground impatiently. "Come on, come on. Let's get out there and put on one hell of a show!"<br/><br/>As soon as he was called, the audience roared, as did the engine of his machine's mount. He twisted the handlebars hard, tearing out of the now-open hangar and into the arena. Keizer rode atop a mech-sized motorcycle, made in a similar aesthetic to the machine itself and armed with a plethora of weapons. As he peeled out into the arena grounds, he tugged back on the controls, pulling Keizer's motorcycle into a wheelie. He rode like that for a good while, circling Reogane a good few times. Keizer raised one fist while driving, allowing the motorcycle to hit the ground again and return to his position opposite Reogane in the arena, driving off and stopping with a sideways slide.<br/><br/>"Yo!" Rance shouted over the communications system. "Good luck out there! Let's give this people what they paid for, huh?" A wide smile crossed his face, though it was soon hidden by the sudden deployment of extra parts of his helmet. A plate closed over his nose and mouth, and a visor dropped down over his eyes, then extended a pair of long points that extended past the helmet, for no apparent practical reason other than looks. On Keizer's face, a similar visor deployed over the mech's optics, glowing the same bright blue as the other lit up aspects of its body.<br/><br/>This was gonna be one hell of a crazy match.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The woman remained unimpressed, staring down Rivas with a stern expression. Her only deviation from that behavior came after the odd display of text-based speech, at which she sighed and ran a hand through her short, sandy blonde hair. "I'm sure there are a lot of warrants out for your arrest just for<span style="font-style: italic">associating</span>with that maniac in the arena, but you're not the one in trouble just yet." Her arms, now uncrossed, moved into a position where one hand rested on her belt. "There are a few people in this place I'd like to talk to on behalf of President Hawk. I don't know if you types would work for the government, or even support the idea of one, but it's very important. If you wouldn't mind."<br/><br/>Of course, if they did mind, she would bring them in one way or another. It wasn't too often rowdy mech fighters agreed to do mercenary work. Most of them were content with beating the scrap out of each other and violently opposed any interference by people of actual governmental authority. Every now and then, when it could be done, they were arrested and forced to comply. Given the attitudes of the white mecha's pilot, she fully expected things to end up like that.<br/><br/>Truthfully, she also sort of looked forward to it. Shutting him up would be well worth the effort.