<strong>PFC Nortan 'Gizmo' Law</strong><br/><br/>A lot of feelings passed through him in the next 10 minutes. Just as he was about to get up and go with a heavy heart, he felt Senjo's hand on his shoulder. A simple gesture of encouragement, and it worked beautifully. That brought him back from the dead. A less than aggressive knock in the noggin to bring him back to the present after a few minutes of chowing down. There was a lot for him to think about and get over with, but now was not the time for any self therapy. He was on a mission, with a new unit, with shiny new gear and possibly a new familiar enemy to face. Colonel Hayes back home had the idea and the hunch. Left some useful information in his personal computer to help him out some and that information, classified as it was, had given him an idea of the nature of how things were going to go.<br/><br/>This time it shouldn't be that bad. He was confident that this outfit could tackle almost anything thrown at them.<br/><br/>Before he could let his determination fuel his resolve, Rome sat himself down next to him, startling him again. The big man always had this effect on him, and he hardly ever spoke to him unless he had to. He started to babble about Senjo, those dirty unclean thoughts that plagued every testosterone driven man, let alone a Corps marine. It wasn't like Gizmo had any thoughts about it. He was a man after all, and as Senjo was built to look like she is, of course he had those inkling feelings, urges and thoughts every now and then. He was just not a man to voice out those kind of things in public. Seeing that she was no longer in the room, he whispered back, to satisfy the big man's appetite for bothering him like this,<br/><br/>"Yeah.... I guess-"<br/><br/>The sudden slap on the back stung, cutting him off to wince. Rome's big beefy hand hurt, a lot. He felt like a truck had just hit him full speed on his spine. Trying his best to wince only slightly and fighting back that urge to puke out his food, he spoke in a strained voice,<br/><br/>"Yeah, I get where you're coming from, Rome...."<br/><br/>The ice cold stare that came afterwards as the usual fare. Chilling and discomforting. He stared back uneasily, of course, gulping down a bit of spittle to clear his dry mouth. For 30 seconds, he endured and the shoulder slap sent another world of pain through his body. He preferred Senjo's gentle approach to get him back in gear, but he somehow thought that he was getting very used to this. Sooner or later, he might bust something, being only of average physique. Nonetheless, the sentiment was there. Long time ago, Rome didn't give him any of this treatment and he had feared him a lot more when he first joined the squad. Now after so long, he wasn't as intimidated as he was before. That look in the face, those massive pulsating muscles, jolly joking attitude. He was getting used to it all. With that revelation in mind, he tried his best to get into his next joke by chuckling as naturally as he could, trying harder not to imagine him eating his liver like a ravenous monster....<br/><br/>After leaving the mess hall, Gizmo worked fast! After hearing from the LT what his intentions were, his gut turned upside down. He knew that he would be fried in the ass to a BBQ crisp by higher brass if they found out that he had prepped 'Juliet' for sortie without their consent. He was running around, gotten to his gear, gotten dressed for duty, checked his weapons and equipment, made his way to the hangar and attempted to prep up the APC fastened onto the deck. Juliet was a great asset to have on the field and Giz had no qualms on whipping it out. Problem was that the brass made sure that the computers and drive systems had a really nasty looking password protected lock this time, both in the drive systems and the main on-board computer. Nothing he couldn't fix, if he had the time, but he knew that those locks had to be there for a reason.... Maybe they anticipated the LT wanting to take it out so they made sure that he didn't without anyone looking, maybe even using FATHER to carry out their dastardly plan since the thing was plugged into the ship. They could do things like that, much to his dismay, even from so many light years away. He'd have to explain to the LT later.<br/><br/>All the other preps were routine so he spent an incredibly small amount of time to get it all done. The thing that took the most time was rigging Rome's motion tracker onto Rome's smartgun. Wasn't an easy job but it was doable. Had to grab some spare parts from an unused requisitioned XV35 in an equipment locker, more like a broken one from a previous op. There were no other slap on pieces he could use to make it any lighter so he had to strap the screen and the electronics to the side of the frame, throwing out pretty much the bulk of the whole thing, balancing it just enough to keep it from being too muzzle or stock heavy. Welding would be out of the question, as the heat from the gun firing even a burst could fry it instantly. Wasn't his prettiest piece of work, weighty one too, but it functioned perfectly and he was pretty sure Rome could carry the extra pounds easy.<br/><br/>Everything was done quick. His brain working on overdrive, multitasking a little with each task he worked on, only just barely making it to Bay 1 where everyone else waited. He took a second to adjust his helmet as he joined the line, ready for duty, ready for action, although a little worked up with the extra prep work. Didn't even have the time to think on his age old problem, not even for a moment.<br/><br/>Immediately after Caesar appears, Giz approached him, making sure only he could hear him, "Got a problem, sir. Juliet's been locked up nice and tight by Daddy Capulet this time. Want me to crack the locks open, sir?"<br/><br/>He knew he would be in trouble, but he didn't care anyhow. Having the thing as their support and transport was better than walking around with nothing between them and a horde of bogeys.