<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>              Megan Chang<br/>  <strong>Mech:</strong>              Raven<br/>  <strong>Call Sign:</strong>    <em>    Double Nickel</em>  <br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>        DropShip "Bastion"<br/>  <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>  Debriefing Room<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/>"I am sorry the communications were lacking, Megan.<em>I was under the impression that you had been called for to join the company and that you would be able to take orders at face value from the get-go.</em>From what you tell me you certainly performed admirably under the circumstances. That said I don't think you are the right person to blame Mr Perkins at the moment. I will have a discussion with him once he has recovered. After that we'll see if he accepts it."<br/><br/>Commenting that she could not seem to take orders at face value had stung a bit, since the ONLY orders they had received were to rendezvous at the coordinates given...and had come from Perkins not this Man.<br/>She and Seth had not received any orders... she had.... Megan took a breath and let her Ki still...she had plenty of reasons to be on edge. But she was headed to Outreach and if nothing else that had value. She would hold her questions and listen...<br/><br/>As the meeting broke up and she stood and stretched , she wanted to look over the Union. each one she had been on was different  inside and one never knew when knowing a ships layout would be handy. First though she would stop by the mech bay and check on her Raven. Run diagnostics, make sure her manuals were all secure and restock he cockpit. She had learned to let the tech handle ammo and armor unless they needed her help. She could tear apart electrical broads and trace wire bundles with ease but handling armor plates or myomer bundles...well she had once dropped an armor hammer almost on top of the lead techs head.<br/><br/>Walking out she adjusted the fatigues she wore and let the leather jacket hang loose over the tight tank top. Megan tended to wear no bra , they got in the way of a coolent vest. She climbed down the many floors , meeting several dropship crew along the way and introducing her self. Again that she was Cappelan put some on edge one even called her a 'Fucking gutter rat' as she walked away. She had gotten used to Her former nations reputation but it still stung at times as did how her people were often portrayed.<br/><br/>She walked out into the bay and stopped as she saw the Awesome, it still amazed her how a mech that badly shot up could have made it back. She had heard the term 'zombie mech' before but Had never fully understood what it meant. Digging out a small camera she walked around the Assault mech and took pictures. She stayed way back since she could see the techs were in full environ gear which meant the engine had taken a hit. It looked like almost the entire tech staff were on the assault. Considering the damage it had she could see why. She turned to where her raven stood, the lights over it dim, she figured she needed maybe a bit over half a ton armor repair but wanted to be sure the tech here fitted it correctly. The raven was a very puprose build mech and even small changes could effect performance.<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed as she saw a red head and the other capellian by a weird looking very small mech or suit of personal armor. The hatchet of the mech that towered above it gleamed as if ready to drop and cleave  the small suit in half.  She wanted to introduce her self to everyone so she walked over catching the last of their conversation.<br/><br/>She gave her best smile as she spoke, "A hatchman is a very good mech in the right hands, most do not like the idea of using a hatchet or club though. Hello I am Megan Chang and mine is the Raven over there"<br/><br/>As she speaks she falls into a parade rest stance, her hands behind her back..seemingly unaware of how that made the green tank under the jacket, cling to her breasts.