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Fritz stood motionless as the technicians assisted him with strapping into Libertadore's systems. One of them was his friend and housemate Ingraham Talsphere. Technically speaking, Ingraham was meant to be one of Libertadore's pilots. Alas, his technomancy semblance had a horrible habit of causing overpowering feedback loops. Instead, he served as one of Lady Liberty's head technicians.

"Allright you two, try to get my girlie back in one piece." Ingraham lightly punched both of them as he made his way out of the Jaeger. "Next scar this thing gets, you're buffing it out!"

"Scars are just Tattoos with better stories!" Fritz called to his friend and co-worker just before the hatch slammed shut and sealed itself. The body harnesses that carried Fritz and Stella lifted off the floor of the Jaeger, suspending the two in air. All lessons learned from Flagg's previous Jaeger models and prototypes.

"You ready?" Stella asked and a nod was returned. Tapping several buttons on a holographic screen in front of her, the cockpit darkened and a modified, far more synthetic CATSAI voice began to speak: "Libertadore, initiating Drift."

Both pilots stood in silence as they mentally ran through each other's memories. Stella felt the wind rushing through her hair and fought fatigue with pure adrenaline in Fritz's memories of training with his mother. Stahlfritz was ducking from cover to cover, evading gunshots and Grimm in Stella's memories of the Black Dawn attack on her hometown. Outside, Ingraham stood with his finger resting on an emeergency power cutoff for Libertadore's shoulder rockets. The first time the two drifited, Stella made the rookie mistake of chasing the RABIT and nearly fired a full-salvo within the Shatterdome. It was a terrifying incident that nearly set Flagg's second Jaeger back to square one.

Despite a few worrying fluctuations in power levels, no weapons from the Jaeger came prematurely online. Neural handshake held stable and Ingraham began disconnecting the couplings and scaffolding surrounding Libertadore.

"Last one out, lock the door!" Stella called over the radio as a squadron of heavy lift bullheads hoisted the Jaeger up through the ceiling and out to sea.