"Alright Nelson. Let's try this again. Remember this is just a test run, so don't damage the mobile suit. That's union property." the flight commander of a Canadian airport explained. On the runway below, a tall white mobile suit began to hum. "Relax buddy. You need a rest." Nelson Robinson mocked in a bad Canadian accent. His Tallgeese's engines began to glow white, the hum growing louder until a burst of fire erupted from its back.

The Tallgeese accelerated smoothly. "Lift up Nelson. I don't want you overshooting the runway again, buddy." the commander warned. "I'm not your buddy, friend!" Nelson shouted, the force of the Talgeese's speed crushing the air from his lungs. "I'm not your friend, guy." the commander replied, annoyed with Nelson's taunts.

A thought dawned in Nelson's head. Pulling back on the Tallgees's controls, the unit backflipped a full 180 degrees. Inside the flight tower, the commander poured himself a fresh cup of hot coffee. "Gentlemen. Congratulations on a job well done." the commander toasted the tower crew. As the cup touched his lips, the aroma of ground java beans filled his nose.

Outside, the Tallgeese ripped past the tower windows at top speed. The room shook, coffee spilling all over the commander's shirt. "God Dammit Nelson." the commander screamed. No response. "Land that suit immediately. This test run is over!" the commander ordered. Still no response.

The Tallgeese began to descend. Its knees scrapped the ground, an urban highway located just outside the airport. The suit planted face first, continuing to roll for over a mile before coming to a complete stop. Inside the cockpit, Nelson peacefully snored, his seatbelt securely fastened and chair in the full upright position.

Outcome: Mission Successful
Talgeese / Nelson Robinson: 1 Day Injury, 10XP