<br/><strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br/><em>Dark Star</em> Dropship<br/>Deneb Algedi System<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>Everett showed to the meeting with a rolled tube under his arm and a packet of paper. From his vantage point in the mess hall, he'd been seen over the past few hours rushing back and forth between his room, the engineering bay, and the supply rooms. Hurried discussions with engineers, techs, and passer-by had decorated the seemingly frantic activity, but he hadn't stopped to actually explain what he was doing to any of the other Mechwarriors.<br/><br/>Now, though, he was practically bouncing on the edge of his seat, clearly happy about the results of whatever he'd been doing. It didn't seem important enough to speak up publicly in the meeting, though, at least not immediately.