Ranna Krannok<br/>Onboard Bastion<br/>Bastion Hangar deck.<br/>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br/><hr/><br/>Ranna sighed as she bolted the last piece of the antenna onto the back of Harlequin's shoulder.  It had taken her two years to finally replace the Guardian ECM Suite on Harlequin, but after her last mission it seemed a prudent choice.  Wiping the sweat and grease away from her brow with her forearm she took a second to look around the deserted Mech bay.  She always enjoyed the silence of the early morning hours.  She had never been much of a day person, and the solitude and serenity of being alone with Harlequin in the middle of the night was soothing considering her state of mind the day they were extracted from Betelguese.<br/><br/>Looking down at her work she smiled.  She'd done most of the custom work on Harlequin over the years, never really trusting anything but basic maintenance and repairs to ships technicians.  She thought back to the years of combat her and Harlequin had been through and how she had been able to walk off the field every time regardless of how busted up he was.  Taking a moment to remember some of the more colorful battles of the past, Ranna noticed Graff settling in on his Marauder, taking the time to do the same stuff she was doing.  Apparently he couldn't sleep either.  "Hey Graff, Morning! Everything ok?"