Editing KSGU:Volume 3 Chapter 1 (section)

===Part 8===

Since the standby order was already issued, Riddhe could not go back to his own room to relax. He hid the biplane model inside his helmet and walked towards the pilot waiting room.

At this point, the standby unit and mechanics were all mobilized, and the Nahel Argama couldn’t maintain its original formation. Riddhe could only stay in the empty waiting room together with the members who survived as he put on the normal suit and moved through the dull space in front of him. He looked rather irritated as he moved around while holding the lift-grip. Once he arrived in front of a cross-junction, a familiar profile move right in front of Riddhe, causing his heart to beat faster.

Chestnut-colored hair, clear white slender face, and the purple cape that was puffed with air inside; that’s right. Riddhe quickly adjusted the speed of the lift-grip as he called out, “Wait, you’re…!” He let go of the lift-grip right in front of the cross junction and kicked the wall at the end to eliminate inertia. The girl showed a surprised look on her face as Riddhe turned 90 degrees to look at her.

“So it’s you. Are you hurt? I was worried just now, but I didn’t have time to ask…”

The girl with the floating cape stopped at where she was as she stares at Riddhe. The emerald eyes show a form of willfulness…or rather, it might be appropriate to call it tension. Riddhe himself tensed up as he saw the beautiful side of the girl’s face and eyes through the monitor when the Magallanica was in utter chaos. ''It’s because I saw this face that I could respond without fear.'' As he made such a baseless belief, Riddhe politely smiles and said, “Ah, I was wearing this helmet just now, so you might not be able to identify me.”

“I was the mobile suit pilot who brought you guys here.”

''Ahh.'' The girl looked like she was trying to recall. “I’m Riddhe Marcenas. What about you?” he continued. “…Audrey Burne.” The girl let out the voice from her lips. Her emerald eyes looked down to the floor, and the slender prideful face had lost some of its luster. The carefree look from before was gone as the girl let out an awkward presence while she looked away, causing Riddhe to be unable to comprehend. ''Maybe she’s an unexpectedly shy girl?'' He wondered. As he harboured such a thought was completely wrong, Riddhe looked down at the side of this girl’s face again, and immediately, “AREN’T YOU TREATING HIM AS A CRIMINAL!?” another voice rang throughout the passage.

At the end of the passage, right at the entrance of the door leading to the machine adjustment room, Riddhe saw a black-haired girl with her eyebrows curling up. “You must be mistaken about Banagher piloting the “Gundam”.” and then, the one who spoke up next was an Easterner boy who looked to be of the same age as the girl. They were both staring at the female officer in front of them. If she was not wearing a uniform, she would most likely be mistaken for being of the same age as them with the baby-like face of hers. It was Mihiro Oiwakken.

“But it’s a fact that he sat in the cockpit. Is there any other reason why the “Gundam” could move?”

Mihiro was not aware of Riddhe’s group standing on the other end of the corridor as she looked really flustered while trying to comfort them. He felt somewhat surprised the moment he heard the term “Gundam” in such an unexpected place, and said to the girl, “Erm, they brought you along too, right?” the girl who called herself Audrey looks up and simply nodded.

“You know that brat…that “Gundam” pilot?”

“Yeah…”

''What’s going on?'' Riddhe vaguely answers ‘Fuun’, recalls the appearance of the boy that was taken away by the Manhunters, and immediately thinks of an idea. He curls his lips up, smiles and whispers to Audrey, if you’re so worried, do you want to see him?”

“Eh?” Audrey lifted her face. As she gave him a weird stare, Riddhe turned his back on her and walks towards Mihiro. ''This might be able to clear the vagueness inside. Besides, it’s a pilot’s job to remain motivated when on standby. If nobody’s going to comfort me, I’m going to do it myself.'' Riddhe spent less than a second fooling himself completely as he stared at Mihiro and company, and raised his index finger in a way resembling old-Eastern children playing,

“Those who want to see the “Gundam”, please gather here—”