<hr/><strong>MedBay, Walter and Perkins with <em>Erich</em>, <em>Kara </em>and <em>Megan</em></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Walter woke up with a splitting headache and warnings about ammunition explosions and overheats glaring in the corners of his eyes. Neurofeedback was a bitch in the mornings before he had gotten his first cup of... well, anything. He walked over to the sink and washed his face before getting into his clothes. He settled for just pants and a tank before wandering of to the MedBay, his feet bare as he usually liked it in the mornings. The grid floors wasn't much of a nuisance, he rather enjoyed the sort-of foot massage that he got out of it. As he arrived he stopped in the doorway, seeing Megan's back by Erich's bed. Perkins gave him an amused look and Walter answered in kind with a no while he listened to Megan and Erich having their discussion. He wasn't aware of any overt racism on board. He figured that someone might harbour such ill wills, but if so they had already wised up and shut their gobber about it. Perkins however seemed to recognize the problem.<br/><br/>"I think I know which of the personnel you are referring to. I have already given them several warnings, so if you hand me a report on the occasion I will make sure they get stuck on Outreach looking for new employment as soon as we arrive."<br/><br/>Walter smiled a little. He would have gone the route and clocked whichever bastard tried to play the racial cards, but Perkins was as diplomatic as ever. He would probably sign a full credential for the hapless men and recommend them to go look for work in the fledgling FedCom if that fitted their sensibilities better. Sadly the Capellans and Draconis were a species of their own in this regard. They looked very different, thought very different and had been assholes for most of their existence. Not that the individuals could be blamed for that, but they were branded by it anyway. Snakes and gutter rats, that was all they were worth in most eyes.<br/><br/>"As for our ECM-coverage, Miss Chang" Perkins followed up "I never saw a bird in the sky or a Mech around the grove. I suspect I've been doing covert ops since your parents were knee-high. As long as you don't drag any enemies back with you it is my pride that they will never find our LZ. I will however take your considerations, gladly. I might glean something new and get a new perspective of things. Thank you."<br/><br/>Walter cleared his throat and approached the bedside, giving Megan and the nearby Doctor a stern look.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid we need to have a bit of a staff meeting, ladies. The kind where I appreciate it if you are not around."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>MechBay, Janos with <em>Graff</em> and <em>Ranna</em></strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Well I'm glad you have put your fate in me, Double G. Much appreciated."<br/><br/>Janos had just about appeared out of nowhere, wearing a normal techie's jumpsuit for the occasion. He was already covered top to toe in dirt, oil and rust. In truth he had only slept some two hours that night and had come down here to further dream over the Elemental before going through the Salvage like Perkins had asked of him via messenger. Creepy, especially since he hadn't told anyone he was down here. He eyed Ranna for a moment together with the very nervous looking Graff, his scars blushing a bit as well, but he kept his composure and confident crooked smile and his eyes on a mostly respectable level.<br/><br/>"I already took a peek at your gun pod, it could use some good greasing and such, but otherwise the 'tronics were surprisingly well kept. I guess we'll have to to a more thorough checkup, perhaps even rip the whole thing out and replace it. But let's hope it doesn't come to that."<br/><br/>He nudged Graff and straightened up, whipping a lock of hair out of his eyes. He pointed back towards the salvage and his smile widened.<br/><br/>"Sadly most of that is just models of the actual things. You know, exposition stuff made to look like but not function. But there are some really good pieces there that I reckon you could be interested in. Might be time to exchange that ack-five you got for a better piece."