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"It's a hassle that we had to tow that passenger ship out of there," Orga said to Naze Turbine. "Those bandits took out the engines just to spite us. They could have just made the whole thing explode if they're not getting away with it anyway, but no; they wanted us to drag some dead weight."
Several hours after the previous battle, Naze called Orga and Odin to his quarters as representatives of Tekkadan and MO-V respectively.
"That's a very pessimistic way to look at it," Naze replied. "In our case, we think it's a good opportunity that we ran into you."
"Indeed. I doubt that we could have made it out without your team's help," Amida sat herself on Naze's lap and wrapped her arms around him.
"My clients generously offered to shoulder the mission. Rashid and Akihiro were also very persuasive," Orga explained.
"Regardless, I think it would be to both our benefits if our groups stick together." Amida poured Naze a glass of wine. "It just so happens that our boss, McMurdo Barristan, is interested in aiding a Maiden of Revolution like Miss Kudelia."
Orga initially remains quiet. About half a minute later he speaks, "He sounds like he's in a very comfortable disposition. Why would he throw in his lot with her?"
"I understand your doubts and I'll be honest; his reasons, knowing him, might not be entirely altruistic, but we're also not trying to screw you over, if you can believe that. Not after all the troubles you've gone through to earn this freedom. Even you don't deserve that cruelty."
"If you're telling me this, it must mean that you've known about us beforehand," Orga pointed out. "Who are you guys really?"
Naze chuckled. "CGS was actually a shell company under our boss. At first, he wasn't happy with your unexpected takeover, but your latest exploits gave him the impression that it's in better hands. That you could gather such a fighting force in such short notice; it was nothing short of expert management."
"We're not trying to impress anyone," Orga said. "Some of our clients just happened to be in the mobile suit development business, too. If it can be helped we'd rather not have them fight, as it endangers their lives... and the rest of their payment."
"Looks like we came around just in time," Naze said, then he turned to Odin and spoke: "If you'll allow us, we can lift the burden of combat from you. What do you think?"
"It doesn't matter if you'll help or not. Avenging my brother is one thing but most of all, I believe fighting for the survival of my people while I'm capable is what's right. I'm sure he'd agree if he were here."
"A vendetta, eh? But think carefully about this, boy," Amida "There are pleasures in this world that you might miss if you're snuffed out too soon."
"Suit yourself, but I won't blame you if you decide to back out eventually," Naze assured.
"I'm sure I wouldn't, but my group has one other fighter, a bodyguard, so I'll ask her if adjustments to her compensation should be made or she'd rather end the contract here," Odin maintained the lie about Selkie.
"Very well. Since you're going to Dort-3 anyway, let's arrange for you to meet and hear out Mr. Barristan." Naze stood and theatrically held his hands up. "If all sides play their cards right, we may have a new cooperative venture."