"Okay, everything checks out! Good to go, Reogane!"<br/><br/>The orange haired boy stood up, standing on the open cockpit hatch of the blue machine. He looked over the controls and sensors, each one working as it should. "As soon as they give as the good to go, we'll show them a real party!" He said with a smirk and a snap, lightly kicking a button on the hatch. He jumped down as the cockpit closed up, it's lights dimming as the machine went into standby. The boy stood up, somehow unfazed by the rather large jump. He dusted off his cerulean colored jacket, before pausing and taking it off. It would be best to be as cool as possible before the fight, he figured.<br/><br/>"Probably should have worn my gi, thinking about it. Oh well, jeans and a t-shirt work just as well!" He said to himself, looking over his clothing, as he headed towards a small station for pilots to clean themselves up after a fight. A black shirt with a silver stripe going across it diagonally, and a pair of slightly baggy blue jeans, and a pair of beaten up and dirty sneakers. The entire outfit was kind of dirty, truth be told, and he briefly humored the idea of buying some new clothes.<br/><br/>This idea was pushed out of his head as soon as he reached the station, finding himself staring back at his own face via mirror. "Actually, I could probably be wearing trash bags and look damn good." He grinned, turning on the sink, half expecting his<span style="font-style: italic">dazzling</span>smile to actually shine. And maybe it would have, were most of his teeth not broken and chipped! The rest of his round face was actually in pretty good shape for somebody who fights for a living, he realized as he splashed some water on it. No scars, looked young and full of life, with bright blue eyes. "You know, Reogane, if this whole fighter thing doesn't work out, I could TOTALLY be a model." He joked, turning back to the blue machine, wiping his face with a towel.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a chill went down the boy's spine. Nobody else was around, that was normal. The hangers were always empty until<span style="font-style: italic">right</span>before a match, in order to let the fighters have some peace and concentrate. But even then, even if some of the mechanics had entered, they wouldn't have touched a pilot's machine without permission.<br/><br/>So why the hell was Reogane's cockpit opened up? "I would have heard somebody come in." The boy muttered to himself, walking forward. Suddenly, he realized how quiet the hanger was. His own thoughts had filtered out the silence before, but now that he was listening, he realized how empty it all was. It was kind of disturbing to him, he realized. "Come on, Alexander. You're an arena fighter, don't be so freaked out." He told himself, closing his eyes and sighing. He opened them back up, calming down. "I probably didn't hit the button for closing it hard enough! Probably just stressed about the fight, heh. Don't know why, even if it is the final round, no way in hell I'm gonna lose!"<br/><br/>He was positive of that, his words no empty bragging. He knew his strength was enough to win, even if he fought the strongest pilot in a hundred mile radius! Despite that, though, there was now a thought in the back of his head. Not fear, but a worry. Worry of something, though he wasn't sure what. "...Whatever it is, I can deal with it. If something bad happens, I'll just kick it's ass!" He punched the air, sure of himself.<br/><br/>If he was just decided to listen for just a second more, instead of instantly going back to talking to the lifeless robot, he would have heard a giggle.  In the corner of the room, hidden behind some stacked up crates, was a girl, watching the orange haired pilot. She whispered to herself, amused by the boy's actions.<br/><br/>"You humans are silly."<br/><br/>----<br/>And on the other side of the arena, in the second hanger.<br/><br/>"You do notice somebody is watching us, right?"<br/><br/>The red head typed the words onto his computer onto his computer, not actually turning to face the person looking at the mechanic and cyborg. The long haired mechanic had noticed her a few moments before.  Military woman, it looked like, but he wasn't sure. It would make sense to him, though.<br/><br/>The two had probably broken a lot of laws.<br/><br/>He stood up, stretching his arms, looking around (making sure not to look in the direction of the woman too long). The hanger was filled with people, as it usually was. Unless you were a loud weirdo nobody wanted to be around, but what were the chances of that? The point is, with how much movement there was, somebody  standing still and watching was obvious. So if the person was trying to be sneaky they were doing terrible at it. "This is freaking me out." He typed. "I don't want to be forced to make weapons for the military! I want to do it of my own free will and get paid." Because obviously if the military was there it was for the mute seventeen year old mechanic, and not for cyborg pilot. "Go talk to her or something."<br/><br/>He paused, looking at his friend for a second.<br/><br/>"on second thought don't go near her you'll probably get us arrested for treason or something."