Agreeing with both Ranna and Janos, "I'd love to put a LPL in instead of the autocannon, I hear the new models have one, but it will all depend on what salvage goes into the kitty."  Shrugs and smirks a bit since he was just thinking that same thing, before making for the cockpit.  "Give me a second Ranna, let me pop the hatch for Janos."  He lifts himself up the bird like legs to that one of a kind torso and pops open the door.  Slipping inside quickly he punches in the code to turn on the mech.  Most of the technicians here have the code to get his Marauder to the low powered state but of course with out Graff's own voice print they aren't doing anything really.  Graff wasn't sure if Janos had the code yet so he made sure things were booting up before slipping back out, "All set, let me know if you need anything else."  With one hand on the hip joint he drops down and swings himself to land between the Marauder's feet...and promptly slips falling on his ass.  It's completely what he deserves for trying to show off.<br/><br/>Trying to will the redness in his face away he stands up, brushing off his jumpsuit he looks back to Ranna as he goes to put a plate of armor on.  "Yup, I've pretty much been in mock combats up until a few months ago, and even then I wasn't necessarily well liked at the Academy...Politics, you know?"  Or to put it plainly he was a Federated Suns in a Commonwealth school, some hardliners didn't really like that so much.  "I'm kind of hoping some bonus pay and salvage can help me pay down the loan faster."  Graff moves a plate into position, "I'm not sure I want to go for a different mech right now though, at least not without some thought into what I feel comfortable piloting.  I qualified on a Marauder so, I went out looking for one and was promptly swindled through the Port Barrow 'Preferred' dealer...but didn't know it at the time."  Ok I'll say it...Graff's naive and easily swindled but would give the shirt off of his back to someone if they asked, and he was um, wearing a shirt.<br/><br/>"Hey Ranna, I'm kind of afraid to ask but how bad of a Lance commander was I?"  Graff shoots one out from left field, at this point she's the only person left who can really answer that question.