<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian had failed to notice the devious grin that had crossed her features, but he knew better than to expect their conversation to be entirely mischief-free. He generally did not mind her more playful nature, even though it would earn others a stern reprimand. He did so mostly because of her rank, the fact that she had proven herself plenty of times, and she never seemed to take it too far. His expectations were met when she told him to climb up the ladders and stairs to meet her on the shoulder of her imposing 'Mech. Why she continued to perch herself on such a breakneck locale was beyond him, but he knew he wasn't going to get answers, or information, he just dallied down there and didn't humor her at least somewhat. His arms remained crossed for a beat or two, stern eyes beneath a furrowed brow glancing left and right once.<br/><br/><strong>"Fine. But the medical bills are on you if I break bones,"</strong> he commented. He may act the part, but especially in his younger days, he had been a daredevil like anyone else with their line of work. He had spent many hours in brigs during the early days of his career after putting whatever 'Mech he was given through some rigorous paces; all of which were technically against the rules and usually somewhat frowned upon. Naturally, he made sure everyone thought he had always been an uptight bastard. It was easier to have a high horse that way.<br/><br/>Following the frame surrounding the machine, he soon set foot upon the shoulder of the armored behemoth. Deft hands planted themselves in his sides and he cast his vision down at the engineering walkways that were, as always, brimming with activity. Despite the noise of workers shouting, machinery moving, twisting and turning, welders hissing away and tools banging against metal, he had to agree with Allia that there was something oddly soothing about the place. One could feel alone and at peace there, yet not be away from people altogether. He was beginning to see why the high perch she had picked was such a good choice.<br/><strong>"So... Private Dayan?"</strong> he voiced after that brief moment of silence.</div>