Axing a Question

[aesoprevived]

[1]

[Mad's singing softly as she maneuvers the Lambda around the Hangar. What is she doing you ask? Well it involves setting up mounts for a pair of axes over the entrance - specifically the biggest damn axes she could get her hands on (It already helped that the Man O'Taur's axe belonged to her now). If anything she was doing her best to make sure that they didn't unexpectedly come loose. As she places the Axes and backs off to take a look she's now considering...]

Anyone have anything bad ass they wanna paint under these babies?

Like "White Chalice - Gods, Demons and everyone in between. There isn't anyone we can't beat"... only... you know... Cooler.


[2]

[Later on she's helping with routine maintenance. Considering all the technical lessons she had, it was only fair if she put them to practical use for more than her own machine.]

The hell.... Were these like that before?

[She's giving a particularly messy piece of equipment a rather perplexed look before checking her mechanic's 'cliff notes']

[Care to chip in?]


[3]

[Its the late hour of the night/ As you pass the corridor where the Memorial Wall was, you'd notice Mad sitting opposite of it. Right under the names was a bottle of whiskey, a full glass and some flowers. In Mad's own hand was a glass she barely sipped yet.]

Y'know... I still wanted to kick your ass for taking things out of my hands some days. But others... it really felt good that someone got me on the road on figuring out things...

And you've given me a lot of advice, helped me out when you could... and I really appreciated it.

But...



Its tough these days... Stuff happening, shit getting crazier.

And here I am missing being able to talk to someone about things... stuff I can't ask anyone else... not even Big Dog or Yui... I mean. There's a lot I'd talk about to them but some stuff... I just...

I just wish I got the chance to say you were like a Dad to me...

[She couldn't help but laugh a little. Four Fathers. Her Birth Father who may as well have been a Stranger, Darren Caine who helped shape who she was and give her dreams to reach for, Resnick who helped her grow as a fighter.]

[She raises her glass to the wall.]

Gregory Winthrop. I'm lucky to have gotten the chance to know you. Alien Space Bug or not.

[And she downs the glass in honor of the man who helped her grow as a person.]

and it would've been cool to know if you saw me as a daughter. But... maybe I know the answer to that... yeah?

Comments

[aesoprevived]

Looks like. I know some guys are in a hurry to get stuff fixed... But that's kinda sloppy!

[Mad grimaces as she tries to patch up the machine, missing parts and all... nope not happening. There's still massive gaps in it.]

Damnit..

[gurrenbrigbonded]

"It is disgraceful! The honor of the Tech Caste should prevent them from committing such gross looting! Indeed, they should be endeavoring avoid any excess and waste, maintaing machines such as this for as long as they serve a purpose! The Great Father–"

He leans forward. "–Huh. Is that a empty thermocouple port?"

He looks down at the the box of parts he's carrying. He glares at it for a moment, then sighs, reaching in and pulling out...a Thermo-couple.

"Do you think you will need one of these, Mechwarrior Caine?" He asks reluctantly.

[aesoprevived]

Yeah... dunno why someone would...

Wait...shouldn't these things not be missing for a reason?!

[gurrenbrigbonded]

"...Aff, that does sound right." Matthew replies, scratching the back of his head.

"What is this machine supposed to do? Perhaps whoever took parts from it did not realize it's...importance."

[aesoprevived]

I dunno. But the big honking warning signs around it would've told 'em not to touch it...

[Mad's grumbling as she quickly gets the ThermoCoupling back into place.]

Geez.

[gurrenbrigbonded]

"Let me propose a bargain, then." Matthew says, holding up dramatic pointy finger.

"I shall help you track down the purloined parts and aid in their restoration. And then I may ask you some technical questions about modifying arm joints. A reasonable bargain, quiaff?"

[aesoprevived]

Deal! After working on those sub arms for the Lambda it'll he a cinch!

[gurrenbrigbonded]

"Those sub-arms are indeed wondrous!"

[And they're off! Whoooossshhhhh!]