Kyle was sitting in the mess eating when the alarm went off. That was the funny thing about Kyle. He could pack away the food but never gain a pound. His Silver glasses reflected the light as he looked up as the alert sounded. "Son of a bitch." He mutters standing up. He starts to leave the table then grabs a chicken tender off his tray and rushes out the door his long blacvk coat flapping behind him. Reaching the bay where his gundam was kept he jumps the 30 feet to the catwalk below and sticks the landing perfectly. He was always the wildcard of the group. Didn't follow orders, and didn't care for authority. He was here because people needed him and if one day they didn't then he'd take his suit and leave.<br/><br/>Stepping into the cockpit and powering up he runs a system check. When he next speaks his voice goes enotionless and cold. "Godstorm ready to launch."