<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/08/7c/2e/087c2ed57bb840c880860b5ffc527b38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gouf Custom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Warehouse in Industrial Sector.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>L, Destiny, Sandrock, Zero, Strike, Kyrios, Hi-Nu<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Entering the Lion's den.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Gouf proceeded carefully into the seemingly deserted warehouse. She had to resist the temptation, and instinct to draw her sword. Captain Ral's intentions, and orders were explicit. This was to be a peaceful encounter. However, Peace would be the last thing on their target's mind.<br/><br/>Gouf kept herself towards the front of the group, a vanguard against any attacks to the others. Her red eyes peering into the dimly gloom of the nearly empty warehouse. Her plush lips tight with determination. Her heavy foot falls causing small clouds of dust to waft up from the concrete floor of the Warehouse. She didn't like this, not one bit. Her guts was telling them they were in grave danger.<br/><br/>As the last girl entered, the door to the Warehouse slammed shut by remote as suddenly pretentious laughter ripped through the cavernous expanse. The very next moment weapons fire erupted, completely directed in their direction. Gouf didn't think, she simply acted. She positioned herself as much in front of everyone as possible. Bringing up her shield and gatling gun to try, and absorb as much punishment as possible to safeguard the girls behind her. She was the class rep, even if she didn't want the responsibility. She had a duty to protect these girls.  Gouf gritted her teeth as she endured the onslaught. Her shield taking a beating even as stray shots ricocheted of her shoulders, and leg armor. The rockets exploding around threatened to topple her. She dug in her heels, and leaned into the onslaught. She had to protect her classmates, she simply had too!<br/><br/>As the barrage came to a halt, Gouf staggered a bit as she panted from behind her battered shield. Her ears rang from the loud cacophony of all those weapons firing. Yet she was still able to hear that same pretentious laugh, and hear the words antagonizing them. Swallowing thickly, she gingerly lowered it so she could get a better view of whom was starting to emerge from the haze, and smoke. Gouf saw a group of about ten individuals with one approaching her group. Gouf kept her defensive stance. Yet, what she saw was surprising at the least. The one girl that was approaching was small, very small by MS Girl standards. Yet, she wore the crest of a Gundam Girl. Gouf watched as she moved, and spoke. She had confidence, and her posturing was no idle gambit either.<br/><br/>They had fallen into their trap.