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the hidden city of Rebelcityepicnonameagain was busy with the usual afternoon buzz. aside from the main part of the city, the base for the mech (which will remain nameless until we come up with something lol) sat on its own in the sun's heat. *is totally not pulling from every cliche/bland description possible!*

cathan tried to sprint as best he could while huddling over the pile of junk in his hands. he grinned down at it annd licked sweat from the top of his lip. it was junk now, sure, but when he was through it was going to be useful junk.

he slightly tripped annd lost hold of some smaller pieces. his shoes slid to a stop annd he tried to pick up the pieces as fast as he could. after he got back up he looked behind him to see the fat man had managed to catch up now.

cathan wasted no more time annd continued down the dorm (coz i can't think of what else to call them, lol) halls, looking for tuna's (assuming we're keeping this name for now lol) door. he rounded one last corner annd yelled when he finally saw it.

"tuna! open up! hurry!"

when he got to the door he managed to fumble everything into one arm annd only drop one or two pieces. then he banged as loudly on the door as he could annd continued to yell tuna's name. (because that isn't obnoxious, lol)

*annd there it is, finally the start of the mech rp!!!!*

cathan wasted no time throwing the larger annd heavier bits onto tuna's bed, making sure none of them broke in the process.

"quick," he called over his shoulder to tuna(forgive me if i accidently type tsuna one of these replyz, i caught myself twice already lol), "pick up those little pieces i dropped annd close the door!"

as soon as the door was closed cathan wiped his sweaty forehead free from the hair clinging to it that had fallen out of the hair tie (i think i totally got the tied hair back from gokudera, i will admit lol). he settled onto the floor, since the bed was covered in dirty machinary(sp?), annd tried to settle his unsteady breathing.

"anyways, i-its nothing to worry about. i was just-well, picking up some pieces nobody was using!" he made sure to yell the last part loud enough so the man banging on the door could hear as well, he also tried to cover up his nerves with a shakey smile annd fanned his shirt, "its even hotter in here! can't you open a window or something?" cathan exclaimed, ignoring the fat man's yelling there the door now.

"i dont know yet," cathan stood annd turned on the tv sitting lonely in the corner (lol), he began to flip through the channels until he found a news channel, "i was planning on making the sketches for whatever its going to be during the meeting tonight."

he turned up the female reporter's voice loud enough to cover the man's yelling, which was quickly dieing away after realizing the door was not going to open anymore. cathan walked over to the window annd stuck his head out into the breeze after opening it.

"tuna... i'm-well, i mean-are you nervous at all?"

while he talked the female reporter continued the story, "... rumors that a girl of the missing heir's age have been found are being investigated..."

"after we give diane(now the name of the 'mastermind' lol) those codes tonight we might actually be able to escape, but..."

"...but at this time we have no conclusive evidence. the effect of finding the true heir are unknown, whether or not the public accepts her will be a major factor. up until now the government has remained silent on the issue..."

"mother-our mother... this mess she left for us. i don't want to-" cathan struggled finding the right words annd gripped the window seal(sp?) with all his strength.

"however, tomorrow the government is giving an official broadcast. officials say that tomorrow will be a day to strengthen the country back to its original glory days."

"i'm not going back to all that. its- its not my problem anymore... right?"

the fat man outside the door had given up, but cathan could still faintly hear his ravings down the hall.

*woah, don't know how confusing that is, but there!! annd i'm assuming cathan would have told tuna about his 'real' past... lol*

cathan settled on the floor annd rested against the bed. he reached behind his head for one of the smaller pieces annd began fiddling with it.

"you're right... i'm just, well, panicking i guess... anyways, we should probably start heading towards the meeting room, right?"

*annd another short reply kaslap for you!!! sorry, i'm waaaay distracted right now razz neways, feel free to start some sort of subplot during the meeting!*

cathan couldn't help but grin at tuna's comment. he, however, was getting a little worried about getting hit now. his better judgment told him to just run ahead of these two annd not get caught up in a fight, but he couldn't resist when micheal was raising fists with a face like that.

he held up his hands in mock peace, "come on now, don't fight, you know what kind of trouble we'll get into if they catch us fighting again. besides, i was the one who helped you with those repairs," (annd i'm assuming he needed repairs after that incident, lol) he hoped that would be enough to leave the subject of his piloting skills, or lack thereof, out of the conversation, "anyways, you're probably just upset because that girl stomped out of your room this morning, clearly finding mike a bit too mundane for her tastes last night."

he had accidently saw the girl this morning on one of the cameras he had hacked into. he didn't intend it for spying on micheal, he was actually waiting for an opportunity to steal the junk, but he found it amusing either way. although he couldn't see her face, the girl looked like she was going to murder whoever she came to next. (gasp, another possible subplot!!)

he was ready for micheal to take the opportunity to hit him, but solid footsteps coming their way seemed to freeze micheal in mid swing. (i'm not going to control what micheal says, just in case i get him ooc : P) cathan jumped when he heard the footsteps annd tried with all his might to not look in the direction of the imposing thumps.

"gentlemen, we aren't causing a ruckus in these halls, are we?" themanwhohasnonameasofnowanndlotsoflittlewordstomakehisnamelongerlmao demanded.

cathan sidestepped so he wasn't so close to theofficerofnoname. he wasn't worried about the small fight they were having now, but rather the junk he had stolen from earlier that morning.

"n-no sir... we were just on our way to the meeting..." cathan managed to get out. he stared furiously at the floor, hoping the dudez would leave.

he heard the footsteps again, this time walking past the small group annd on towards the meeting room. "good, it does you well not to be late." (hahahaha, laaaaame line)

cathan let out the breath he was apparently holding annd looked at the back of theomfgstrongguy. there was one officer that cathan knew he could never outrun no matter who's room he ran into. the first time he tried to run away from that same officer stomping with ridiculous raised knees (does that make sense... i don't have time to explain it better, lol, but basically he stomps funny) he found himself trapped here. cathan glared at themanwithnonamestill's back. he underestimated thatman before, but he wasn't going to again. this time he was going to escape without any of his friends dying. *le gasp!*

*annd there it is, hopefully not too confusing or lame, lol... annd for reasons of running away from erica i can't reply to the other two... i'm planning on both of them having a good length to them, esp. the desert rp, sooo i want plenty of time to write them! anyways, enoy!*

cathan shrugged, not sure what to say.

"h-he is a trainerhere, r-remember when you were first brought here? anyways... i think he used to work for the government but switched sides for s-some reason." (its official, bethany is bad with writing stuttering, lol)

cathan refused to even look ahead, afraid andrew(ha, he has a namez now!) would suddenly pop out of the door to the meeting room. once they entered the room, though, he eased up. the officers, including andrew, were all seated on one side of a long table in the dark room. opposite them sat a few pilots who had decided to come early to this meeting. all the pilots had some sort of irritated hint on their expressions, as they usually did when they came to these meetings. cathan had only met a few pilots who actually liked it here, annd weren't concerned with being forced to fight.

cathan stumbled into a seat far from andrew. when tuna sat down, though, he decided having tuna as a barrier between him annd andrew would be better. cathan shot up annd nudged at tuna's elbow.

"come on... switch seats with me..." he whispered.

*annd one more reply annd the meeting will finally start!! i trust u will keep things interesting in the meantime ;P*

cathan was relieved enough from having tuna switch seats to not even notice michael annd although he was still fairly aware of trainer-andrew(i like that way of calling him, lol) he was satisfied enough to start sketching design ideas on a scrap piece of paper he had found in tuna's room, which he assumed wasn't important even though he didn't ask tuna. he was fine this way until he saw trainer-andrew stand up from his seat annd intentionally stomp towards where the group was seated, still on the other side of the table. cathan dropped his pencil annd only stared as trainer-andrew tapped on the person seated across from cathan annd asked, very sternly, for the seat. cathan reached for his pencil annd watched as trainer-andrew(lolz, i can't get enough of that! trainer-andrew! lmao) settled into the chair, folded his hands on the table, annd glared at cathan.

cathan drew a fist around his pencil. the man was actually glaring at him! for nothing! cathan was still somewhat frightened but managed a dubious glare back. the two stared eachother down like this until the lights dimmed annd the meeting had clearly started when highcommander-minlow(random name, lol... annd yesh! i did it, the highcommander-thenaname... lol)) stepped to the front annd beside the projector screen.

"alright, we have many preparations(sp?) to get done so this meeting is going to be short annd simple," the high commander began, "our campagin against the governmentofnonamestill has been improving as of late mainly because of some of our newest additions to the piloting crew-"

cathan had snapped back to attention after hearing highcommander-minlow begin. at the mention of the newbies he turned towards where the newest batch of stolen pilots were sitting at the other end of the table. this group seemed rather close to eachother, they always seemed to be sticking together. cathan looked in that direction but michael was blocking his view... he couldn't see their expressons after the compliment. he wondered if they were in on the escape plan or not.

speaking of the escape plan... he turned his attention back to highcommander-minlow. this was definitly the mission that diane was talking about, the one that would create plenty of cover for their escape. so why was this meeting going to be so brief? the pilots are usually the ones with the neverending meetings on battle plans annd such, so this meeting should take most of the night.

"-these accomplishments will seem trivial in comparison to the next mission. however, due to this mission's importance annd the skill level required for it we will be selecting pilots differently than usual. which is why trainer-andrew is present. he will be overseeing a competition that will be held in two days-" trainer-andrew leaned back in the seat, making the it noticably sqeak, cathan saw him intensly eyeing him annd even nodding his head a little, "this competition will be held to find only the pilots with enough skill to carry out this mission."

cathan glared back at trainer-andrew, who was clearly meaning that cathan wasn't pilot enough (lolz) to handle this mission. he was so angry he had forgotten the escape plan, which was the real importance at the moment, annd only focused on the insult. how dare he?! he was a... well, good enough pilot!

trainer-andrew had obviously seen this reaction annd shook his head with a slight grin. cathan was truly angry now.

he held back the urge to yell annd instead visibaly, but not audibly, whispered at trainer-andrew, "i'm going to win, no matter what."

*annd its finally done!! lol*

cathan pushed michael's face away annd leaned back in his chair. "don't be stupid, there's no helping your mind's conception of math," he leaned in closer to tuna annd whispered, hoping he had read his brother (you don't know how hard it was not to write 'aniki' right there, lmao) right, "we have two nights, not including this one (just to clarify, lol), to get ready... go ahead annd help her out tonight until the, uh, meeting (with diane, the rebel among the rebels, lolz)... i have an idea of how to start training-"

"ahem," highcommander minlow was giving a stern eye to the chattering pilots, "if you are done shall we continue?"

cathan found himself, along with everyone else, sitting back in their chairs in silence.

"now then, that is all for tonight. you will recieve instructions pertaining to this competition soon. for now you are still required for your daily training courses (bc they still have to do those, lol). you are dismissed."

as many of the pilots stood annd took no time in going out the door cathan noticed that the officers annd highcommander were still seated. so there was another meeting after this one that the pilots shouldn't hear? cathan raised an eyebrow. maybe it was worth finding a way to listen to it... he shook his head annd turned to tuna.

"so? what're your plans for tonight?"

*...no a/n's really... lol, which is odd*