a variety of comrades ♥ ?
[ He's in a hangar, or at least that's what Rean thinks it is. It's not a place he's been to before, anyway, and there are these giant constructs lined up before him. They remind him of the machines the Imperial Liberation Front brought the day they decided to attack Heimdallr and Thors simultaneously.
He walks up to one, trying to make sense of it, to recognize it somehow. He doesn't of course. It's a dream, he knows as much, but he can't understand why he's here and what this place is, so he just stands there, looking up at the machine in confusion... ]