Gotthardt liked to think himself a composed man, as director in a force dedicated to pushing back threats from the sky and sea he had to be. However this, Ashfall, it had been a complete and utter failure. While the town had been saved, the losses had been far more severe than the population of the town. Not only had they lost the ARMADA, but it was still active and was currently roaming the countryside. It was only a matter of time before it either went berserk or wandered too close to a major city. Along with that Driver, 01 was a wreck, even if they had the ARMADA there was the very real possibility that it would reject the pilot and dispose of him.
His term had been the first time they'd managed to pilot the ARMADA, however, it had also been a term with two disasters of unprecedented scale. They'd done the best they could after 02, however it seemed to all be for naught. It seemed that nothing could change the fact that children were ill-suited for the pressure the ARMADA placed on them. The man sighed, looking up as he noticed a blinking light on his desk. Tapping a button next to it a voice spoke through the small speaker.
"Sir, we have recovered both the PEC and CY Sidearm. Chevron's attack caused significant damage to them, but they can be repaired. However, we currently have no way of pursuing the ARMADA. I fear we'll have to simply wait for its power supply to run out."
The old director nodded his head, he'd assumed as much. There was nothing they could do at this point, they would just have to wait. "And the boy? How is he looking?"
"We've sent him back to Solar. However...I wouldn't get your hopes up."
Ring Ring Rin-
As his phone rung for the third time that day Arin let it ring out, the same he had done with all the others. He knew it wasn't a good idea to ignore them, that at any time they could send some up to drag him back the Shipyard. Even still, talking to them was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Instead, he sat on his porch, his back against the wall as he stared off into the distance. His eyes blankly looking over the city skyline.
His gaze shifted slightly, falling upon a small flower he'd gotten as a small gift when he moved in. Its leaves were starting to droop, the color fading from its petals. Staring at it for a moment longer, he pushed himself to his feet. He walked over to his kitchen, the counters and stovetop barren of any signs of use. Grabbing a white mug he ran the sink, filling it with a bit of water before he returned to the plant. Leaning down he moved to lightly water the flowers. Letting the dry soil soak up the water. Setting the mug back down he looked over at the abandoned phone sitting on the floor. Picking it up he ignored the missed calls and unlocked it, opening up messages and creating a group message. Adding both Felix and Kelly he sent out a single text with his address included. Are you guys free to come to my place?
He didn't quite know if they'd be aivalible, or if they'd even want to come. However if they did, they'd find that the door was unlocked and Arin was back in his normal poistion, leaning against the wall on his porch.