<hr/><strong>MedBay, Walter and Perkins with <em>Erich</em> and <em>Kara</em></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Walter and Perkins exchanged grim looks before both broke up smiling, Walter going so far as to letting out a barking laugh and carefully patting Erich on the shoulder.<br/><br/>"Damn, Erich, you gave us such a scare yesterday. The techs thought they would have to scrape you out of that giant zombie of yours."<br/><br/>"Right, I would have cleaned it out myself, no way they are getting a pay-bonus for that."<br/><br/>Walter sat down next to the bed, looking over at the doctor for a moment. It was pretty clear she was the sort who didn't take kindly to being bossed around in her own MedBay. Any other day he would have been grateful, it meant she was invested in the well-being of her patients. But for the moment he would rather have had her run out of the bay so that they could speak in peace. However, you don't throw shit at the person who might be patching you up after the next battle. Instead he just lowered his voice from his ordinarily loud tone to a more discreet one.<br/><br/>"I guess Perks have told you about the next op? With ComStar and the Lyrans?"<br/><br/>"Just a moment ago, before we were interrupted." Perkins crossed his legs and gave a yawn before continuing. "Never got to tell him about the exchange at Outreach though. We are meeting up with some reps from the Dragoons to exchange the Clanner and most of the Elemental salvage for some nifty gear. What they don't know is that we are selling the unscathed Elemental to the Grey Deaths as well through a shadow transaction. Hopefully we will not be found out or Jaime's boys might become a bit pissed. Then again, business is business and we'll get some rather nice stuff from the Greys for the full suit."<br/><br/>"We need to keep this low profile though." Walter continued. "While I don't think Ranna is the kind to throw a fit of things, old allegiances don't die easily. So until the transaction is done only we know of this and partially Janos. We haven't told him any details, just that he has a limited time frame to complete his research of the battle armors. But in the end that is just the plan. You're part of the head too after all. So we want to hear your opinion on it."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>MechBay, Janos with <em>Graff</em> and <em>Ranna</em></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Janos disappeared into the bowels of the Marauder with a grin, beginning his diagnostic by opening up some panels in the cockpit to reach further intothe 'Mech. If one were thoroughly familiar with the general designs of 'Mechs like he was, you could go anywhere you wanted from anyplace you happened to be in. It was more a question of knowing which parts got you fried and being nimble. And he got both those things down. His torso disappeared into a panel, his eyes closed so that they would adapt to the darkness a whole lot quicker. He crawled around for a moment through the dark, only bumping his head on an outer bulk once while circumventing a tertiary myomer strand. And that is where he found the problem.<br/><br/>"Well I found the culprit." Janos appeared once more at Graff's shoulder, holding a loosely connected pile of old fur and tiny bones under his nose. "Sad news is that it managed to fry some tertiary systems which over time has degraded the whole system as a whole. So in truth your problems are far more extensive than just the gunpod. The whole thing could become a permanent shutdown at any moment."