On cue, the silhouette of the unit running up revealed itself to be a Ground type GM, an odd mix with the Gundams ahead. The bulky mix of orange and tan returned to a classier walking pace when it had finally caught up with the group. Small shield and machine-gun taking their turns swinging back and forth with leisurely steps. As a courtesy, the left arm raised itself and waved at the Ground-types from behind. An odd gesture for humanoid machines to take, considering how humans don't have eyes on the back of their head.<br/><br/>But mobile suits do!<br/><br/>Meanwhile, inside the GM's cockpit a single soldier still in a grey, loosely buttoned Federation shirt is typing away on an old, musty keyboard plugged into a utilitarian USB port beneath a control stick. Everyone on base made a big deal about the OTHER cargo on the Medea ships, the Gandums. But only the techs and him got excited about the OTHER OTHER cargo! A half-dozen of nearly identical machines, except with better color schemes and higher sensor ranges. At which some old guy slapped him upside the head and told him to sortie with one of them, if he likes them so much.<br/><br/>And Tex does fancy this cockpit setting. The chest location really is roomier than the belly of the Type E GM.  Light-weight, high-performance parts too, tuned up quite nicely. Strong reactor. Strong armor. Well, it's not thick, but it's some new composition the mechanics got excited about and no one would tell him why. Goddamn nerds.