<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>WHM-7A<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>-<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Dietrich climbed out of his cockpit somewhat slower than the others - dignified, some might say. Or decrepit, much like the antique he called his 'Mech. Scars from centuries of battle were visible on the machine's frame, some patched better, some worse; but the 'Mech had moved like it should, boarding the DropShip without trailing smoke or debris, and its pilot, for all that his hair was a steely grey, moved with purpose as he climbed down the ladder to the bottom of the hangar. "Rest now, Freki." He murmured, patting the steel armor of the 'Mech's foot. "Soon, we hunt again." Then he turned away, shrugged his shoulders, and headed towards the loading ramp, intent on giving a hand as needed; the sooner everything got stowed and secured, the sooner, they would be underway.