Damn, something was going to go down here and soon, that means he would have to make sure no one else was trying to steal his mech as well as preparing to to leave this station before the fireworks began to go off.<br/><br/>The hardest part was that his best option was to inform the military of the potential threat and let them take care of it, but considering his current role as a private rank, noticing something like that would be well above his capabilities and he would be speaking out of turn.<br/><br/>Damn, this simple task was quickly becoming an issue as his mind began to work on possible reasons for the confederacy to even be in this location. Oh... there was another possibility.<br/><br/>If the confederacy had found out his mech was here and planed to take it, then when they cause a commotion, he could make his private character look like a hero defending the mech, and as dictated by protocol launching the mech to prevent the theft would literally allow for him to take it without an issue and be gone by the time the military figured out they had been tricked... twice.<br/><br/>Then again, the confederacy might be here for something else entirely, trying to take a foothold in a neutral location was a good idea for them. The tension of providing both sides with mech bays and military cache's might be high but the neutral party would make more than enough profit off of them both to fund the station for a century or two.<br/><br/>Damn, too many thoughts he needed to keep his composure as he joined his fellow soldiers at the rendezvous point and placing his duffel bag down and sat in silence waiting for the commander to arrive and give him orders.<br/><br/>The private pretended to be nervous, leaning forward with his hands clasped in front of him with his elbows resting on his knees, as if defending himself from some invisible force.