<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div><br/>Ranna Krannok<br/>Onboard Bastion<br/>Bastion Hangar deck.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"It's always been about money you know.  It needs a ton of wor.....work but practically all of my money goes into paying this guy off.  I have none of it to spare, I can get armor and some replacement parts to do repairs but an overhaul...that comes out of my own pocket.  Well that's easy when it came off the line in the last 30 years or so, but according to the date on the endoskeletal etchings and MIN number this guy rolled off in the 2700's.  The fact that I can keep it running at all is a miracle.  I'd appreciate all the help I can get.  That new guy Janos is suppose to be an engineering wiz so I'm hoping he can help out as well."</em><br/><br/>Ranna was getting kick out of the way Graff seemed to be responding to her.  It was true that she was flirting with him, she liked the chase and sometimes even the catch.  Graff seemed to focused on his skills and his lack of experience but his heart was that of a Mechwarrior and that was all that mattered to Ranna.  She could work with the rest.  It wasn't that she thought Graff was a bad pilot, just uncertain of his skill.<br/><br/>Ranna was surprised hear Janos step out from behind Double G.  She hadn't heard him in the hangar bay while she was working, but then again she had the music in Harlequin's cockpit blaring.  A battalion of recon mechs could have run through the hangar and she likely wouldn't have heard them.  Ranna didn't move though, keeping her composure, she continued lying on Double G's foot for a moment before pulling her legs up to her chest and turning her torso to watch Janos.  "So Graff, I'm curious, how someone like you ended up with such an antique Mech and why you would need to be paying off a loan for it?  Aren't you ex-Fedcom.  I'm sure you've earned a few kills, at least enough to salvage a mech for your own?"<br/>