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First impressions were everything. That’s why Angelo’s uniform is in even more tip-top shape then it is most days - that’s why all the buttons are done up, the collar nice and level with everything else, and not a crease found in sight. Because you really only got one chance to make a first impression with somebody - and when this somebody would be your handler and your new commanding officer for the next year and a half, you wanted things to be started off on the right foot. 

And that’s where Angelo found themselves. In front of the door leading to Garma’s office, a file folder clasped in between long fingers. Frontal had given the go ahead to have young Angelo be transferred to Earth and away from the relative confines of the deep space Sides that they had been stationed at, to not only gain valuable combat experience, but also to turn Angelo into an even more effective mobile suit pilot. One that could harness the wildfire that was Angelo’s emotions and turn it into a focused weapon. 

Being apart of California Base and training under Garma Zabi was a good call, then. 

The Titans were a unified group. One that put the goals of command higher then themselves. Said unity was strong - and even with Angelo, a veteran of the One Year War and very much not hiding their former history as a Zeon Mobile Suit pilot, much of the Titans cared little. When your organization was, putting it bare and simply, a black box organization that carried the same sort of brutal methods against those that opposed them as the enemy that was destroyed years prior, it became obvious that those sorts of divisions died quick deaths.