<br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Randall.png/240px-Randall.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alroy 'Ronin' Fletcher (Yoshikawa) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13949089#msg13949089)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>King Crab KGC-000 '<em>Michiko</em>'<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Settling into the seat of his venerable 'Mech was, as always, like sliding into a particularly well-worn and comfortable glove for Alroy. What remained of the padding had long since molded itself to the shape of his body, and the safety straps were perfectly tailored to secure him in place - side effects of piloting the same mech for years. From a padded compartment, he retrieved a small sealed packet and tore it open to let the scent of preserved cherry blossoms fill the cramped cockpit. He flipped the main power breaker, and lights came on all around him.<br/><em><br/>"Voice print identification required."</em>Many Mechwarriors customized the voice synthesizer of their onboard computers, as many as whom left it at the default mechanical monotone. Alroy's computer had the soft, almost shy voice of a Japanese woman.<br/><br/>"There is no overkill. There is only 'open fire', and 'I need to reload'."<br/><em><br/>"Voice print accepted. Reactor online. Sensors online. Weapons online. All systems nominal." </em>The computer hummed as it accepted his voice print, and the ancient Battlemech creaked into full life at last. After a quick look-over to confirm everything was operating properly, he opened a comlink to the company.<br/><br/>"If we'll be tackling Clan battle armor, I'd suggest everyone try to stick close to at least one other person who's got a functional hand actuator or two. I've heard they like to try and jump up to drill your faceplate in, so a buddy who can scrape them off in a pinch might be lifesaving."