Erich had been kept busy in the days since Miyoko had ended up in the dropship's medical bay; While a planetside hospital would be better-equipped, and, in general, far better-supplied than the Medical unit on a crusty old Union-class, he knew, deep in his gut, that within the Bastion was probably the safest place on all of Outreach for any of his crew, especially an injured crew member.<br/><br/>He had kept his hands busy, getting deep into the tinkering and maintenance on his 'Mech to keep himself occupied and his growing anger focused on something constructive; Perkins and Walt had talked with him about the new recruits, and how the bunch were supposed to be meeting at a local bar soon, then, after going through the profiles and histories of the group of recruits, Perkins mentioned he had already tasked Ranna with collecting the newcomers. Part of the big veteran wanted to swing by the bar and see if things were getting on well, especially as GM-Blackwell's techs had pulled through on the rush job he had paid for and fully restored Graff's Marauder to essentially pristine working conditions in record time; it had been a hefty chunk out of Erich's personal pocketbook, however.<br/><br/>Picking up a wrench, he carefully adjusted one of the cables leading to his mech's left-arm PPC internal capacitor; with the seven-ton weapon mounted to the underside of the 'mech's forelimb, several of the capacitor's reserve charging cables were mounted on either side of the Awesome's elbow joint, which, while they were shielded from the powerful, if inaccurate weapon fire a 'mech would normally be exposed to, a sniper with a suitably large-calibre weapon could damage the cables enough to slow the recharge rate for the big gun. Still, however unlikely that was, the simple act of checking the wrist-thick bundled cables kept his mind working, and let him do something constructive instead of waiting for the comlink on his belt to warble and inform him of some new development.<br/><br/>After several minutes of checking, and, satisfied with the lack of damage to the cables leading into the guts of one of his mech's primary weapons, he placed his tools back into a small toolbox, and began the climb down to the 'mechbay's floor; he had some time to kill, paperwork was being shuffled to Walt as much as possible to make the Neuro-damaged commander feel useful, if annoyed, and Erich really needed a stiff drink. So, with that on his mind, he made his decision to head to the bar that Ranna had been sent to, and hoped, for a moment, that the place hadn't been destroyed by a brawl until after he had a drink in him.