<strong>PFC Nortan 'Gizmo' Law</strong><br/><br/>Just as he was about to comment on the rest of the spread before him, Gizmo heard the LT call out his name and the assignment to come. Its become a bit of a ritual since that incident with the APC some time ago. All he did was replace a few chalky wiring, clear off some slime, slap the ruined engines with salvage from a power loader and a motor from a generator, literally improvising parts and specs as he went along, and the thing decided to rise again on blazing wings of fire in less than an hour. Didn't have much weapons to use due to the lack of power to run them but it drove well enough for them to get out of a pickle. The thing about APCs was that when it went down, the usual problems were normally hardware, and hardware was always easy to find if you know what to look for. He never thought himself as a greasemonkey, not top of his list of specialties, but having worked on so many computers from so many pieces of equipment, it was easy enough to add the skills to his repertoire. Ever since then, Caesar had wanted him to work on the squad's APC with every sortie, and his call just now could be just that. Completely normal for him. Just normal checks, fueling, greasing, slapping anything that refused to work, and maybe the occasional customization when called for.<br/><br/>He gave the LT an 'O' ring with his thumb and his index finger, signaling the gesture of an okay with a smile, "Yes, sir."<br/><br/>He had a lot of thoughts about Caesar. Tiberius Mengsk scared him with all those tattoos and the occasional rebellious nature irked him even more. Where Gizmo came from, the crowd he grew up in would immediately identify the man as a person to stay away from, as it was very natural for in a prejudiced sort of way for geeks to be beat up by people like him. After a while under his command, he changed his opinions of him completely. His decisions and choices had pulled the whole squad through many times before, and he was pretty sure that without his leadership and ruthlessness, Giz may not even be alive today. For that, he showed him his full support, cooperation and discipline, although somewhere along the line, he still feared him as much as he feared any of the bigger, meaner guys around him. Subconsciously after the LT left, he looked about his peripherals on the look out for Rome. Seeing that he was nowhere in sight, he went about his business, picking up a tray.<br/><br/>Only a second after, he heard Senjo's voice behind him, and that gave him a start for his life, although he tried his best not to show it. A creeping feeling ran up his spine, his muscles a little twitchy and his posture a little stiff, the usual symptoms kicking in whenever she was close to him. As she scooped up the brown goop, he turned his head slightly to allow his peripherals to catch sight of her, irises reaching to the corner of his eyes to look at her without turning all the way around. He avoided complete eye contact.<br/><br/>"So its veggie flavored chocolate. Just what I need. Could help better if the stuff had a proper name." He spoke to her, as convincingly natural as he could, "Good afternoon to you too, Senjo. I slept alright, I guess."<br/><br/>All the while, his hands worked on automatic. He served himself some of the brown goop and moved up the line to get himself some of the butter cookies.<br/><br/>"How bout you?" He suddenly paused, "Uh, sorry. Silly question for me to ask. Cryo must have slowed my brain."