12:- Preparation

As the evening sun cast a crimson hue across the Martian sky, Ichiro found himself walking through the base. It was during this quiet moment that he crossed paths with Mika, who was on his way to shift their formidable mobile suit, from the battlefield to the base.

"Hey, Mika," Ichiro greeted, his voice carrying a sense of camaraderie.

Mika turned his gaze toward Ichiro, his expression as stoic as ever. "Ichiro," he replied, acknowledging his presence.

"Where are you going," Ichiro asked. "At the Field." said Mika.

Ichiro couldn't help but be curious about Mika's experience in the cockpit of the mobilesuit. "What's it like, piloting that thing?" he inquired, genuine interest in his eyes.

Mika's response was predictably straightforward, "I don't know, there was lot of feedback." It was a concise answer, but it conveyed the essence of his pragmatic and action-oriented approach to piloting mobile suits.

Despite his apparent indifference, Mika was quick to offer praise where it was due. "You were a beast out there," he commended Ichiro, his words carrying a weight of respect for his Brother's abilities on the battlefield.

Ichiro's face brightened with a hint of a grateful smile at the compliment, thankful for the acknowledgment. "Thanks, Mika."

"It's so bad that I fell asleep . I wasn't able to see your Fight." said Ichiro in a sad tone.

However, one question still lingered in Ichiro's mind. "By the way, what's the name of your machine? The one that left such an impact out there?" he asked.

Mika paused for a moment, considering the question, before offering a simple response, "Barbatos."

Ichiro nodded, taking in the significance of the name. Barbatos was more than just a machine; it was a symbol of power and resilience in their world, much like the warriors who piloted them.

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As Ichiro and Mika approached the imposing form of Barbatos, Ichiro couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over him. The mobile suit had an undeniable presence, its hulking frame exuding an aura of power and resilience that seemed to transcend its mechanical nature.

The White and blue design of Barbatos, illuminated by the fading red hues of the Martian sunset, added to its mystique. It was a machine that had seen its fair share of battles.

Ichiro's steps slowed as he neared Barbatos, his gaze fixed on its massive form. There was something different about being in its presence out on the battlefield compared to the secret engine room. Here, it felt more alive, as if it possessed a spirit of its own, and its aura was stronger than ever.

He reached out to touch the cold, metallic surface of the mobile suit, feeling the vibrations of its power thrumming beneath his fingertips. It was a humbling experience, a reminder of the immense responsibility that came with piloting such a formidable machine.

Mika stood beside Ichiro, his own connection with Barbatos palpable. They were a team, a duo that had faced adversity together.

Ichiro couldn't help but think of the battles that lay ahead, the challenges they would face.

As Ichiro and Mika were diligently connecting the Alaya-Vijnana wires to the mobile workers and Barbatos, they were interrupted by the arrival of Orga.

"Ichiro, Mika," Orga began.

"What?" said Mika turning .

"You got Handsome", said Ichiro complimenting at his new bandages.

"I guess", said Orga as he came into the shadow that Barbatos was casting.

"Hey Mika, Ichiro. What do you both say about taking over this Place." asked Orga.

"Okay", said both of them at the same time.

"Really?", asked Orga as he looked at Ichiro for some opposition.

"A Coup D'etat. It's nice cause the president has ran and the first group think's of us as nothing more than Rat's. So it's a nice plan to take over." stated Ichiro.

"Yeah", said Mika nodding to his Brother's word's.

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