KIASM Hangar
"Hey." Nitro gathered her index finger and her middle finger together and did a two-finger salute. "Oh, Raymond, you're a rare sight. How goes the Cinnabar Project?"
"Does it look like it's going great?" Raymond, the rugged scientist, grumbled and snickered. "Anyway, Professor Nitro, meet... Uh... This fine young man who created this Arm Slave by himself."
Nitro walked over closer to the Arm Slave to inspect the design, her miniscule height accentuated by the mecha's giant stature. "What material did you use for this Neuromotive?"


