<strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br/><em>Dark Star</em> Dropship<br/>Deneb Algedi System<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>By the time Everett got out of his shower and dressed again, the unit had finished mopping up the base and returned to the dropship for lifting off. Something was up, though, he could tell - Moshe was walking on eggshells, rather atypically for the man, and something had Kari on edge in the brief window before she shut herself up in her cabin. Everyone else had a uneasy tinge to their usual victory elation as well, except for Damien - but then, the Clansman was the closest thing Everett had ever met to a genuine robot, he didn't seem to react strongly to anything. Something must have happened after he left...but if it turned out to be his business, someone would tell him about it.<br/><br/>In the meantime, he had a project. Down in the Dropship's mess hall, he had taken over two tables, pushed them adjacent to each other and spread out an exploded schematic diagram of his<em>Blitzkreig</em>across the top with a heaped pile of assorted snacks off to one side and a sketchpad in his lap. This wasn't the first time he had been mission-killed by the loss of his main gun; the ridiculous firepower it boasted was too much to lose entirely, but he needed a secondary or two, and the BZT-3F wasn't an Omnimech with easy customizations at hand.