Damn... I wish we had more time to refine that fucking thing! [[But MarKus ditches the Technica in the hangar and makes his way to the nearest thing he can watch the battle from, a monitor, a window, WHATev! It's a few minutes after he remembers to take off his old helmet.
(2) [[After sheet goes down!]]
Wait wait... we just have to leave... Like that? You know... I kind of felt like... there's be a more, you know... sentimental end to it. Just get off the fucking ship?
[[MarKus doesn't seem pissed, just... oddly disappointed.]]
Well fuck... Let's get packed, then... back to one last shift of fixing everyone's shit.
(3) [[During the final move-out/preparation.]]
[[MarKus is ready to go but, he's using the rest of his time to fix up everything he can and help sure up the ship.]] You know... what the hell am I doing to do after this?
[[He just hasn't consulted anyone about any post-battle careers or residency.]]