All Out of Gum

[an_emulated_mind]

Gwen's arranged an announcement or sort of party in the Sakihama hangar, advertised on bulletin boards around the bases. She's even gone so far as to set out a small tray of sweets in front of the object of the celebration: a brand-new, upscaled version of Nemain. Though this one isn't exploded, or on the bottom of the pacific ocean.

"Good news everyone! Thanks to Doomstar's cooperation, many embarrassing apologies and more than a little bribery, I'm proud to present to you...Medb!"

Gwen gestures to the 15 meter mecha behind her, in all its edgy black glory.

"It's made from Doomstar's mecha, so that won't be gathering dust anymore. With it, I'll be able to take part in the battles from here on and kick some ass!"

Comments

[stupidhonor]

Ah. I see. Good.

[Sielje appears, staring at the robot as she approaches. Though her gaze falls down on the platter of cookies once or twice, as well.]

That is good, is it not?

[majestic_keiki]

Excellent.

[There's a brief pause, filled by helping herself to some sweets.]

Adjusting properly to the new body?

[actuallyselfish]

"Medb, eh?" Dido remarks, taking one of the sweets and popping it into her mouth. "Looks like a solid design!"

She snorts. "You aren't gonna try and raid Irish Cattle with this, are you, Gwen?"