<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>In the captured base</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Hiro</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian wasn't keen on idle chitchat. He was already going a bit stir-crazy and the battle had only just been fought; and won. Hiro was right, however, that day had been a good one. Little to no damage, no casualties, their targets reached without any real problems. It felt good when things went well. But the clanner wasn't going to let the former Combine know that, lest he get the idea Damian didn't think they could all use improving. The Freeborn walked over to Charybdis, which still rested right by them, and let his gloved hand trace a scratch along the armor of its lower shin. It had most likely been caused by stray fire and was little more than cosmetic, but any blemish on his beloved machine always irked him. The thing had saved his life more times than he could count, primarily by taking more punishment than a Ha Otoko should be able to. In gratitude, he made sure to keep it polished and tidy.<br/><br/>He did not turn to face Hiro as the man spoke, though he did raise his voice enough to ensure it would carry all the way.<br/><strong>"No. Most say I have only one mood. Rotten,"</strong> he stated grimly before about-facing and leaning back against the veteran 'Mech. Hands found their way into the pockets of his suit and, through narrowed eyes, Damian's vision settled upon the Spider's Warrior.<br/><strong>"You keep using that word. Don't. Quiaff?"</strong> he added, proceeding before the man could give a reply. <strong>"Is a paycheck all you're here for?"</strong></div>