Gundam: Anathema's Followers (Accepting Profiles)

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"What..?"

"My creator passed on before he could finish that program." The Epyon sighed. "My personality is less than a quarter done, and there's too little data for me to use. As a substitute, I must base my actions of observations."  

[Zahzi]

"WHAT NOW!?"

"Oh for the love of all that is holy, do not take after Barix......"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...I...sk...uo...hat."

"My personality data is based off the observations gathered from previous pilots, not idiots floating around in space." The Epyon replied, almost sounding smug.  

[Zahzi]

"A broken Gundam's gonna do WHAT?"

Gray was just fixated on Lady.

"Ah.....Good...."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"--elp!"

"We should move." The Epyon grunted, staring off where the other 'blip' on everyone's radars had gone.  

[Zahzi]

"HOW!?"

"...Oh we're fine...That was just our leader looking around for the Follower ship..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Dunno."

"I'm predicting a high chance of disaster. We should go back, in case they retaliate for my pilot's rescue."

And, somehow, a Follower ship had been nearby...  

[Zahzi]

"........................................GREAAAAT..."

"....Better we leave him to his work."

Something moved through the space near the ship.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"What?"

"And we should go so the Followers don't attack us by surprise."

"Hm..?" One pilot of the ship, looked out the window.

"...Did anyone else see that?"  

[Zahzi]

"WHAT COULD YOU DO!?"

"We're safe."

Whatever was out there blended in the vastness of space perfectly...  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Help."

"My sensors indicate otherwise."

"...My eyes are getting tired..." The pilot grunted, slouching back into his seat.  

[Zahzi]

"Hooooooowwwwwww???"

"Trust me when I say we're safe." Regis chuckled.

Something was lightly attached to multiple sections of the ship.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Dunno."

"I still suggest we move."

"...Is anyone else getting a sense of doom?"  

[Zahzi]

A simple blur entered the Follower Hangar, landing on the far side, away from everything else. Something was affecting the ship's system to read heat signatures. More than likely the doing of the machines just attached.

"Fine, fine....Let's move the two away from here then..." Regis sighed, looking at the ZZ. The free arm then shot out, the beads of the arm releasing so that the hand could latch onto ZZ. Once it did, the beads then reformed into an arm.
"...Let's get moving."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

A sad sigh came from the Heavy Arms, and not because she wasn't the one who was grabbed.

Some of he engineers took notice of the odd blur, but with nothing solid to see they moved on with their business, never minding the empty corner.