[1]
[To say Regalis Filia was pretty damn trashed after the latest engagement with the Zentraedi was an understatement. Indeed it was designed first and foremost to protect its pilot, it didn't mean the beating wasn't straining in itself. Peola was sitting on the deck of the Macross with a number of bandages on her, kicking her feet lazily as she looked out to sea. Ever so often she'd glance at her bandages in annoyance and tug at them a little.]
For an annoying big talking Pacifist, that jerk Kaifun knows how to throw a person.
[She gives you a wry smile and waves.]
Do you think we did good enough out there?
[2]
[Not too far from the Macross and the Unity Group in town, there was a woman making something of a commotion. She was a tall, brutal looking specimen, numerous scars on her body and face. There was also a distinct air of smugness and a somewhat vicious grin on her face.]

You.
[Her hand snaps out towards you.]
I'm looking for a brat named Peola. I felt and saw her around here... so where is she?
[As she lowers her hand her fingers curl into a fist as bones pop.]
I'm not one for asking twice so you better cough it up.
[To say Regalis Filia was pretty damn trashed after the latest engagement with the Zentraedi was an understatement. Indeed it was designed first and foremost to protect its pilot, it didn't mean the beating wasn't straining in itself. Peola was sitting on the deck of the Macross with a number of bandages on her, kicking her feet lazily as she looked out to sea. Ever so often she'd glance at her bandages in annoyance and tug at them a little.]
For an annoying big talking Pacifist, that jerk Kaifun knows how to throw a person.
[She gives you a wry smile and waves.]
Do you think we did good enough out there?
[2]
[Not too far from the Macross and the Unity Group in town, there was a woman making something of a commotion. She was a tall, brutal looking specimen, numerous scars on her body and face. There was also a distinct air of smugness and a somewhat vicious grin on her face.]
You.
[Her hand snaps out towards you.]
I'm looking for a brat named Peola. I felt and saw her around here... so where is she?
[As she lowers her hand her fingers curl into a fist as bones pop.]
I'm not one for asking twice so you better cough it up.
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As if I would waste my time just bandying words with her. No. I'm here to fight her.
[She chuckles in a dark and eager way.]
After all... I heard some people say that children can surpass their parents. I want to see if she's a decent fight.
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[Ken is wary though. After all, he can sense this woman's power, and its certainly comparable to his parents - but alien enough that its hard to tell how close, or how far, she might be from them in terms of power. And of course, he could hardly compare to his parents as is.]
Gimme a chance to call her, and we'll see if she's interested. No point causing a mess like one kf her suitors.
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Heh... you do that little boy.
[There was definitely power, and aggression. Lots of it. Still... there was something really off about her. Given her way of speaking about her own children... should Ken REALLY call Peola?]
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Can we at least go somewhere else? Somewhere that won't see bystanders at risk?
[Ken makes the call thereafter, slowly explaining things. And hoping Peola doesn't yell too loud.]
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If they're stupid enough to stay in a place where I'm going to fight its their problem if they die.
[She seems to be most amused when Peola did let loose a series of yells on her end.]
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[He will not, based on all he's seen in life, entirely rule that out.]
Come on, we'll head for the nearby hills. Then you can go all out.
[Ken draws a bottle of water as he begins to walk, taking a few sips. A good drink was nice.]