Beyond Good and Evil

[Lady Violet]

"Tell me then, what progress have you made in confronting the threat the LIF presents to global security?" I ask him.

[Huey P. Newton]

"We've developed three prototype Mobile Suits and have a large Mobile Armor in the design state.

"Forgive the Gundamish names, but our tech-boys love 20th century anime." Huey says with a slight laugh. He handed her a manilla folder. Inside were photographs and technical specs of the Zaku, Zaku II and Gouf, along with designs and estimates of the Byg Zam.

"We've made them all out of recycled materials and stayed FAR below budget. The thingypit is relatively simple, but the Byg Zam will be difficult... for that I'm proposing a mental thingypit system, where a helmet would pick up psychic signals from the pilot and control the Mobile Suit. What do you think?" he asked, gesturing to the design for the Byg Zam's proposed thingypit.

[Lena]

"Aw, but then we can't cuddle together in fear." Lena laughs as she stands from the counter and takes the mug of tea Peter'd made her. "I'm kidding! Well, I guess we'll just have to see what they're playing then when we get there. From what I've heard of horror movies, I highly doubt I'd like to see one. Thanks for the tea, by the way."

She adds as she blows at the tea lightly before taking a sip. "Oh and sorry to laugh at how you look when you've just woken up before, it's just I've never seen you in the morning, and you looked funny, funny in a cute way through."

[Lady Violet]

"I think that the mobile suits should be renamed. They should be named after great communist leaders or great virtues. For instance, equality, unity, and sacrifice. That is my only concern so far. " I reply as I look at the photos.

"We need to look into pilots as well. "

[Frank Richardson]

Frank continues washing dishes as he talks.

"I can stay like this for about three days before my energy starts bugging me." Frank says, washing the dishes. "Being that small conserves energy.

"You wouldn't mind if I roomed here, would you? I'd pay rent, it's just that I don't have a place to stay... what with just having escaped the Ministry of Terror and all."

[Miho]

Miho smiles and looks around.

Nice room, this is where you live, right?

She asks before sitting down on the edge of the bed, well, more of jumping onto the edge of the bed with a smile.

[Huey P. Newton]

"An alternate name for the Zakus were Taipo Jongs. I thought the Gouf should've named Equality.

"I think, if anything, we should rename the Byg Zam and name it after Mao Tse Dung. The Mao? The Byg Tse Dung?" Huey said, throwing out suggestions.

[Tristen]

Tristen rubbed the back of his head and sat down next to her while staring down at the floor. "..Yeah.. Lady Violet says that there's a Null Field that blocks my powers from going out of control.."

[Thomas]

Thomas looked at the kid when he reached for his gun but Thomas didnt move and he waited until he left that he started walking away.He then realized that he had been holding his breath.

[Lady Violet]

"We can come up with names once the project is completed."

"As for pilots, what kind of training will they require and which Ministry should be put in charge of their training?"

I look at the designs once more.

"Is there a way we can make these machines more...organic and less machine like?"

[Miho]

Oh? Well, that's good!

Miho says with a smile and then light sigh.

I have no power, I'm just a weak human child. Maybe I can learn some skills, some humns have powers, right?

[Huey P. Newton]

"Well, training would probably be handled by the Ministry of Technology. Piloting it is relatively simple." he said, gesturing to the thingypit. Two joysticks controlled the arms while two pedals where the foot of the chair controlled the movement of legs.

There were three screens to grant full vision to the pilot, frontal and side vision, a well as a large control pannel in front of the pilot to preform more advanced things such as aiming and shooting weapons.

"Organic? Organic like how?"

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter smiles and brushes some of the hair out of his eyes. "Thanks." He finishes his tea and sets down the cup. "Well, I'm going to get a shower and get dressed. Be back." He walks back towards the bathroom, scratching his head. His hair was always itchy in the morning for some reason.

[Lady Violet]

"As in living. I have some ideas, and I think they are possible if you see the right people. Perhaps we could create a series of cybotanical machines. Three of them to start with. That is, a machine plant hybrid. They could be fueled by adenosine triphosphate via photosynthesis." I reply to Huey.

"We could create a machine could grow, heal, and produce its own fuel. It can also react to external stimili, feel, and with some help, think. The pilots would be then akin to "gardeners", or, operators who react to and attend to the needs of the "machine."

I hand him back the designs.

[Tristen]

Tristen narrowed his eyes sadly and smiled warmly. "Yeah.. of course they do.. even humans can be strong, like demons..." He said and dropped back onto the bed. He was glad that he was a demon... If he wasn't, Tristen would probobly be in the hospital right now with one less arm.