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[[After having the Technica dredged up from rubble and forced into the ship, the pilot finally gets some "me" time to take in everything. He's actually pretty twitchy... adrenaline and excitement running through him. Firstly, he just wrecked shop out there, up until that fuckin smaller lizard caused some power outage in his machine.

Eventually, he gets the hatch opened and steps out, still uniformed. This isn't your ordinary Kamen Rider, boy!]]

[[After finding a chance to change, and time for a food, some kid is off and scampering about on the Technica that just got hauled in. He's just there, acting like he's been around the whole time. And what's MOOOORE, is that from there, he starts getting around and climbing over some of the other machines. No, he didn't ask, he's just there, on them, inspecting, reading paperwork available on them. It's pretty harmless, but he's CLIMBING on your machine!]]

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Because to me, right now, you are a little kid. [Nupe, he's just going to tighten his grip more]

At least Lowe had the decency to read on how NEXT units sort of worked, and that 'book' of his was definitely more substantial than that pamphlet.

[He finally lets go and shoves MarKus away]

Yeah, well, I know there's manuals on these fuckers. And I wasn't gonna go messin with it just out of nowhere anyway. Fuck... I was just looking at the thing [[Yes, while being ON TOP of it... Apparently he looks with his hands and feet?]]

Who the hell is Orlando... [[Rubbing his free shoulder now.]]

The other mechanic that I trust. Granted, he'll have his hands full when we return to Earth.

Then isn't it better to have MORE THAN ONE mechanic work on something.

I dunno, let him get close to the cancer machine...

Lowe Gear already had fun with that, thanks to PRIME deciding to overclock the generator without my knowledge. I'm no mechanic, and the Wahrheit's mechanisms require a fine touch. The more specialists I have, the better. If I have one guy work on weapons, the other can do generators, et cetera. The job gets done faster, roll it out, get to work on the next one and do that just as fast.

[[You keep namedropping people! MarKus doesn't know them! He'll fake it though...]]

Well, I can pretty much work on anything. I've been around these things since... Well, you'd call it "yestherdaa" [[A mocking tone]] but since I was five.

But, whatever man... Your loss or whatever...

[A tall, muscular, aggressive looking guy in mirrored shades strides up to the two of you. He feigns a russian accent.]

You has problem with leetle man, LYNX pilot? PRIME takes care of for you, da?

[The big man gives a wide grin, a fang showing in the corner of his mouth as he cracks his knuckles and looks at the new kid.]

...since when were you Russian from an East Asian company?

[He looks...slightly perturbed]

If you want him to be your mechanic, you can let the little brat take care of Reinheit. I'm sure you two would get along infamously.

[[More big guys.

This. (http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/Zappa_Slave/Other/DoIGiveADamn.gif)

But, he listens in anyway.]]

So... who the hell are you?

[[PRIME drops the accent, pretty much ignoring MarKus for the moment.]]

That's actually what I was thinking. The kid's got moxie, even if he is a weak little shit that even you could beat. I respect that kind of drive. Who knows, with enough exposure and some training, maybe he'll end up taking your spot as my partner.

[His grin widens as he turns to MarKus.]

So, kid, the guy you're looking at right now? None other than the Specimen Prime of humanity, defender of the truth and purity of our planet. You're new here...what company or mech are you assigned with?

[[What kind of crap is this guy talking? So he got overpowered... that doesn't default MarKus to weak! What a douche...]]

You look like a moron to me... "Defender of truff and purittee" wouldn't go threatening to beat people up; joke or not. Your title's flawed.

I'm not with anyone. I do my own thing.

...So you just "wandered" onto a high security ship full of giant robots...

[PRIME cocks an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms.]

Yeah, not buying it. Fess up, kid, or you might find yourself tossed out an airlock in short order.

I got hired you fuckin tard. Freelance up till now. I wasn't "with anyone" before that.

Fuck, you're about as dumb as you look...

Yeah, I am pretty amazing to look at, I know. Just how I was made, no need to be jealous. It's because I'm perfect that I feel the need to assist lesser beings like yourself, so there's no need to try and pretend you're stronger, tougher, or more badass than me.

[He sighs, turning back towards Alexei, and discarding MarKus as if he weren't even there anymore. Again.]

I guess you win the bet, then, Lynx pilot! We did end up picking up another mechanic...I owe you lunch when we get to Neo-America. Hear they have these rockin' things called "Bacon Cheeseburgers".

[[Ignored?

God, he's trying to pick fights now?]]

Hey fuckass. I'm not trying to be better than you. I don't give a fuck if I'm not stronger or some kind of test tube project.

Have fun on your date with your cancer buddy!

The attitude is unnessisary. You should show respect to your superiors. Remember, the only law here is survival of the fittest.

Then quit piling on the shit that he already gave me...

You don't get respect without earning it. And I know that shit works both ways.

[Nods.] I'm glad we could come to an understanding.

[His attitude flips completely!]

Now then, mechanic. How'd you like to work on a REAL machine? Powered by REAL CANCER?!

I take it it's got the same inner workings.

Well... I'd rather not catch a case but, if the outer shit needs work... It's something to do.

[[He just shrugs.]]

HEY! I'm still gonna read this shit later, okay? douche...

[Snickers.] You don't need to worry so much. All my Reinheit needs right now is a fresh coat of paint...and maybe a bit of work on the arm where that Batta got me last deployment.

[He lowers his voice as he leads you away from his partner.] Personally, though, I was wondering about installing some custom stuff from around the ship into Reinheit, though...

Paint?

Mods?

That's my kind of shit man!

But why's that guy such a stuck up douche? What's his damage? Fuckin... over there doing pirouettes of the fuckin handle and shit...

Eh, that's just how he is. He's one hell of a pilot, though, earned his spot as my partner...

...though he does manage to get shot down every freakin time he deploys.

Fff... Why do I keep hearing that. "Oh, they're a dick, but he's an excellent pilot."

Well, where are the fuckin cool guys who are badass pilots. That's what I wanna fuckin know. [[The mirror yo!]]

Mm. I've noticed that. Either they're arrogant jerks, or little kids. Or little kids who will grow into arrogant jerks.

Or else they're hot blooded idiots.

[[MarKus is NONE of these things. None of them. Ever.]]

Okay... hah, you might have me on that last bit but... less idiot, more hot blood.

BUT. I. DIGRESS. You need me to fix up your shit? I got you.

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