She moved over to him after pushing that elevator button again. "I already told you what I wanted but you ignored it or let it go in one ear and out the other already." She shook her head looking at him. "I said I'll just sit back and watch like last time.." her lips were bright red though.<br/><br/>"That's not what I want," he said, "and I know it's not what you want too."<br/><br/>"Really? Then why did you feel compelled to apollogize to that female? Huh?" She folded her eyes watching him.<br/><br/>"Because," he snapped "You dragged me out of a conversation on two separate occasions, which normal, well adjusted people find to be rather rude. Therefore, it was only logical for me to apologize."<br/><br/>"2 conversations? 2 conversations?!? You walked out and said, 'hi', how the fuck is that a conversation. And she had her mouth full and didn't say a damn thing to you. SOME conversation!"<br/><br/>"The conversation was beginning," he spluttered, his fists clenching and unclenching. "Besides that, I had told you that I did not want to deal with all of that, but you forced me to. Believe it or not, we do have a war going on!"<br/><br/>She narrows her eyes, then turned around folding her arms. "Yep as usual I get pushed away.." she moved slamming her fist into the button to start the elevator.<br/><br/>"I'm not trying to push you away," he exclaimed, puncing the stop button. "That's the last thing I want. But that doesn't mean I want to be accosted about  how I feel towards you or anyone else."<br/><br/>She looked at him and yelled at him. "I already said I'd sit back and watch just like last time. I'll take the fuckin back seat as usual." she hit the start button. That poor lift.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Aren stepped forward, pulling her into a passionate kiss. "Did I say I wanted you to sit in the back?" he murmured, as he kissed her again.<br/><br/>She pulled away from him, "then why sit there and flirt and chase someone else's skirt? How the hell do you think it'll make her feel if you don't keep persuing her and end up picking me over her?" Same old Brix, concerned about how everyone else feels.<br/><br/>Aren shook his head, eyes closed. "I don't know," he murmured, eyes down at the floor.<br/><br/>"You don't know?"<br/><br/>"I don't know," he said, "I don't know what I want, all I know is that you look beautiful." he pulled her into another kiss, more forceful this time.<br/><br/>She pulled away from him. "You aren't going to do this." She eyed him.<br/><br/>"Aren't going to do what?" he said, arching an eyebrow.<br/><br/>She shook her head, "Don't even think of sex Aren." She looked at him then moved away from him when the lift door opened.<br/><br/>Aren sighed heavily, and walked from the lift into the hangar, towards Gareth. "I wasn't," he said quickly, climbing up the mech's left leg, and disappearing behind the armor plating.<br/><br/>She shook her head again, "Running as usual." There was a truck that rolled into the hanger and she smiles a bit, her things were here and she was happy they got their safe and sound.<br/><br/>Aren could be heard banging about behind the various pieces of plate armor that lay scattered around Gareth, and his eyes occasionally darted out to Brix.<br/><br/>He has to ask himself how she could have a mech delivered in a truck. Most of the mechs in the hanger had to be moved in to place and left there. Her's came in a truck.<br/><br/>Aren poked his head around from behind Gareth's leg. "What is that?" he asked, puzzled. "I know that's not your mech."<br/><br/>She looks at him, "No it's inside duh." She moved over to the truck and put in her codes so that the sides open. She slipped inside of it. He could hear the sound of a motorcycle turning on.<br/><br/>Aren blinked and climbed quickly down from Gareth, intrigued by the sound.<br/><br/>She walked out of the truck and smiles looking over her shoulder as this walking bike/mech came out of the truck. She looked at Aren. "Something wrong?"<br/><br/>"Where's the rest of it?" Aren said, stifling a laugh. "I know that isn't it."<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes, "This is the moto slave to go with the suit." She shook her head, then headed back into the truck so she could strip out of her clothing. He could hear the sounds of zippers.<br/><br/>Aren walked towards the truck, attention now fully grabbed. "What?" he said, clearly confused.<br/><br/>He saw her getting into what looks to be a body suit.<br/><br/>"Where is it?" he asked, confusion replaced by a bemused expression on his face.<br/><br/>She looked at him then picked up something in the truck and threw it at him, "Stop peaking you perv!"<br/><br/>Aren looked down, chuckling. "It's not like I haven't seen it before," he said, laughing.<br/><br/>She grumbles, "That was years ago." She was right she did have a bit more tattoos on her body. Including the one on her back was new. She moved closing the side of the truck so he couldn't see her.<br/><br/>Sighing and laughing, Aren turned to work a bit more on Gareth's heavy guns, humming softly to himself.<br/><br/>There was the sound of the door opening and then the sound of metal hitting the floor in the hanger. A weird sound like something was walking around as well. Other then the motoslave.<br/><br/>Aren turned, anxious to finally see the mysterious mech.<br/><br/>She was standing there in a suit of armor with her helmet off. Her hair up in a pony tail and looks at him. That suit was damn form fitting.<br/><br/>Aren dropped the large wrench he was carrying, and it clanged loudly against the floor. "Impressive for a light mech," he said, trying to hide the fact that he was impressed.<br/><br/>She looks at him, "I helped design these types of suits." She shrugs her shoulders. "They're used for stealth missions."<br/><br/>"I figured," he said. "Gareth can be stealth, but he's a little tougher to hide."<br/><br/>She smiles a bit, "Kyrie can jam pretty much any frequency out there. That's why I asked you for the frequency your crew runs out so I don't mess with their units out on the field. The suit also hooks into the motoslave. She pulled her hair up and then slipped the helmet on her suit pulling up the visor so he could see her face through the glass. It locked into place.<br/><br/>Aren smiled. "She's impressive; what kind of firepower is she packing?"<br/><br/>She smirks a bit and moved grabbing onto the moto slave arm and hoisted herself up into the carrage for the mech. "You name it, I pretty much have something like it on here. Mainly armor piercing rounds for the motoslave though. And it can work independently of the suit or with it." The motoslave locked into place around her suit.<br/><br/>"Impressive," he said absently, as he wandered to a nearby terminal. "I'll have to factor her into our attack plans. Fortunately we've got two weeks to do it." He typed furiously, occasionally glancing at her suit, before entering more data into the computer.<br/><br/>She slipped out of the moto slave and took off her helmet. "I think this would help." She waited until he was looking at her and tossed him a chip from her suit. "It'll download all the information you need, including specifics for her weaponary." She wasn't dumb. "But only you or I get to see her specs, understood?"<br/><br/>Aren laughed "Ok, don't worry; I'll keep them in my file. I'm the only one with access." Glancing at the data that was skimming across the screen, a figure caught his eye. "Hey Brix," he said softly, "You're not running her at max efficiency."<br/><br/>"I know that Aren, it's because of her back up system. I don't want it to get fried." She moved her hand to a button and the suit slipped off her and then down to where she could step out of it. She pulled the suit up from being it and closed it. Moving to the truck she had the hoist come out to put it back in place on the truck. "I just need a place to park the mobile unit for now"<br/><br/>"You can park it where the truck is," he said, smiling at her, all previous hostility gone. She always did know how to diffuse his temper. "Have you seen Gareth?" he asked, gesturing to the mech behind him. "He's changed a lot since we were in the academy."<br/><br/>She chuckles and stood there in a skin tight body suit. "I didn't have one in the academy if you remember. I got shipped off to research and developement."<br/><br/>Aren laughed and nodded. "You always were better with the technical stuff... although Gareth's been pretty rebuilt too."<br/><br/>She nods and walked over to him, she was pretty much calmer now that her things had arrived safely.<br/><br/>"So you never saw Gareth?" he said, sure that she had at some point. "He's an older model, but I've revamped his systems. He's the single most versatile mech you're going to find. He's not amazing at any one thing, but he's good at everything." He smiled proudly; it was clear he loved talking about Gareth to people, and that he didn't get to very often.<br/><br/>She smiles, "Kyrie, short for Kyrie Elieson, which means God have Mercy" She smirks, "Isn't good at just one thing either. She's a rather heavy built suit compaired to Angelus and the other group of ANGELs"<br/><br/>Aren's eyes widened. "You have an ANGEL?" he said, silently reminding himself to check the file.<br/><br/>"She's the first ANGEL Aren. I helped build her. Or did you not check where I was shipped when I left?"<br/><br/>Aren blushed slightly; he did in fact check, he had simply forgotten.  "Of course I looked," he said, "But I didn't know that's what you were doing!"<br/><br/>She put her hands on her hips, "Jamison Rylie was my husband. The munchkin's father. I'm actually named Brixen Rylie but when he passed on I took my old last name again."<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," he said softly, looking down. "I'd heard of Kyrie, as the mech Rylie designed specifically for his wife; he put his heart and soul into that machine."<br/><br/>"Well you're looking at her operator now aren't you. I'm pretty sure you heard how many missions Kyrie went on as well. How many sucessful stealth missions for recon information running. She's also one hell of a jammer out on the field. You wouldn't think something so small would block in a 50 mile radius."<br/><br/>Aren smiled and nodded. "It's amazing." He had forgotten how passionate she got about mechs and their designs. He smiled at her, a true, genuine smile. "I'm glad you're here, Brix," he said softly, "After all, someone needs to keep an eye on you."<br/><br/>"Someone needs to keep an eye on me?" She narrowed her eyes, "Skirt chaser is tell me the mom I need someone to watch over me." She shook her head at him.<br/><br/>"Relax," Aren laughed, hugging her. "I know you can take care of yourself."<br/><br/>She piffed at him, "I'm not the shy little girl from school Aren."<br/><br/>"I know," he said with a laugh, "The tattoos gave that away."<br/><br/>She smirks, "You mean the one that says 'Dirty South'?" She was proud of it.<br/><br/>"Any of them," he said with a grin, "You've definitely changed since school. I like them."<br/><br/>She gave him a twisted smirk on her lips, "You know I could show you what the tattoo is refering to.." she moved a finger over his chest looking at him.<br/><br/>Aren arched an eyebrow in surprise, and a small smirk flashed across his face. "I am curious now" he said, slowly.<br/><br/>"Got somewhere private other then your quarters? People seem to flock to that area." She put her hands on her hips a minute. "And who the hell is that one annoyance in your crew?"<br/><br/>"Jalith," Aren said with a sigh. "Our other new squad member.  She's... trying to find her place," he said, opting to go with a less hostile view of the young woman.<br/><br/>She shook her head at him, "I'll put her in her damn place if she steps out of line again. You're to damn nice to them Aren." She moved taking his arm and putting her head on it. Holy Shit Brix was being.... cuddley.<br/><br/>Aren shook his head. "You don't know how these guys operate. If I crack down, they shut it down, and I can't get anything from them. To keep them in the game, I have to be nice. Besides, could you see me being mean?"<br/><br/>She looks at him, "You have .... to be....... nice... to your.... underlings to get them to do anything? What the fuck is that??"<br/><br/>"I don't have to be... I choose to be... I never really liked the whole rules and regulations thing with the military; so I changed it here. What command doesn't know won't hurt them."<br/><br/>"You do know I have to report it right?"<br/><br/>Aren laughed, but his eyes turned cold for a moment. "No you don't," he said, "We follow most of their rules, just not all of them. Besides, we're the best, and they're willing to let us slide. They think we'll go AWOL if they don't give us what we need."<br/><br/>She looks at him, "Yes I have to report it Aren. IF they came for inspection and that fuck up did what she did to me she'd be court marshaled and you know it." She gave him the stare right back. Brix came from a strict military group it seems.<br/><br/>"You're the second in command," he said, "You try to deal with it directly to her, CALMLY, then come to me."<br/><br/>She looks at him, "I don't think she's going to be the calm type" she gave him a blank stare.<br/><br/>Aren looked back at her. "You have to try... since you're so into the procedures, then follow them."<br/><br/>She humphed at him, "I tried and look what she did, and all you gave her was shit detail for a week."<br/><br/>"A month," he said. "I'll bring it up to the CO, see what can be done."<br/><br/>She looks at him, "I'm so sorry a month."<br/><br/>Aren sighed heavily, throwing his arms up. "I don't know what you want me to do," he said, clearly exasperated. "There's only so much I can do in this situation."<br/><br/>She looks at him then grabbed him dragging him towards the truck that was there. She opened the side of it and tossed him inside. She was rather strong in one arm for obvious reasons.<br/><br/>"What the hell are you doing?" he said, clearly puzzled by what was transpiring. "Where the hell are we going?"<br/><br/>She moved and closed the truck bay door and then looks at him moving over to push him on his back on the floor. "Shut up already." She straddled him leaning down and kisses his lips.<br/><br/>Aren gasps and returns the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him.<br/><br/>Brixie whimpered gently into the kiss, they weren't kids anymore. They both knew what they were doing. Hopefully Aren would keep his mouth shut this time and not ruin the moment. They were inside her cargo truck. It served as a mobile station for monitoring. It can house the Typhoon motorslave, Kyrie, and Fenrir as well as performing maintenence on Brix's hardsuit or motorslave when necessary. It is packed with communications gear, computers, and serves as a mobile base of operations. It also has a hydraulic boom arm which are capable of launching the motorslave in motorcycle mode.<br/><br/>(Played on a messenger with Sir Wolfgang. >.> We got bored one night)