<hr/><strong>Walter, Grav Dome with Maho.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As the docking procedure was done, Walter didn't waste any time. He made his way past Elisa, giving her a pat on the shoulder and an encouraging greeting before he started looking for the way towards the domes. He hated microgravity. It was a pain in the ass to float around with little to no control. The others seemed to live with it as if they were born with it, but Walter found himself clumsy and wholly unable to differentiate direction. As soon as he stopped anywhere he began to spin and lose control. It was not just a pain in the ass. It was his arch-nemesis. It took him about double the time to get to the grav-lock into the grav-dome since he had to stop and read signs or ask for direction every other feet. The gravity in the dome was at a pleasant 1:1 ratio As he stood there with a rather dull expression on his face, he heard the door open behind him and turned to see Maho entering. He hoped that this wasn't official business. He had had it up to here with paperwork and complaints.<br/><br/>"Hello there, Maho. What can I help you with?"<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Janos, Docking area with others.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>On the final approach Janos and the techs had worked with the Elemental battle armor, fitting it into a micro-grav transport harness. While he could probably do ballet in that condition, he preferred to work in normal gravity. It was so much easier for him to do his research and engineering when things didn't float away from him. As such he had talked with Perkins about getting a small workshop in the grav dome, which knowing the importance of the project and a little grease with his words, he had been granted. Now he was guiding the techs with the one ton armor con harness through the dock towards the dome.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen!" He smiled widely as he tried to get the MechWarriors with welcoming party to step out of the port to give him some space. "Elemental coming through."<br/><br/>He stopped for a moment and looked at the woman waiting for them. Was every merc-group filled to the brim with beautiful women, or had he just been lucky. He could see it on her though. She was the serious kind. And the seious kind never got along well with him. Even so he flashed her a brief smile before he continued to guide the battle armor past the pilots.