Posted by: stone - 2/18/2003 (11:00 p.m.)
Dragon, I have recieved your message,and L.H.was right about the sweetener.I was on my way back from training and decided to stop over to the mess for a cup of tea.As I walked up to the pot to pour a cup,I looked down to see a packet of sweetener on the floor.Reaching down to pick it up,my eye caught the figure of an elderly man crouched underneath the counter.He then handed me a printed copy of your snail mail,I took it and started reading,but before I could get to the last three lines, he @#&@#ed it from me,crushed it into a ball, and put it in his mouth.I am though truly fortunate, you have made my decision concrete, I accept your offer to pilot the Rumble gundam. I have trained hard for this opportunity to aid a friend; and to war against the facists.Though this means that I would have to break from the foundation..,but with Nomad gone I have no ties here. As for my father,he will be displeased,but I live not for his praise, but only for his disappointment.I have trained with the buster rifle on other gundams and as far as the cockpit,my mind and body are as one.I have extreme confidence in the fact that I can withstand any pressure,far passed my limits.I have but only two requests;one is that the big foot gundam has safe storage against possible theft or the threat of destruction by agents of the borris foundation (I, as you do not hold trust with them).My second request is that,with your permission,I ask to have another engineer with me.though by his actions he seems a bit eccentric,but that just about stands for all of the engineers.STONE signing off....Nomad was not wrong to recommend me....You may recieve word from an L.H.(he assures that there will be no trace back on the transmission)
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