Jal's Mech, operating on its rather simplistic routines, had loaded air charges into all of its projectile weapons and fired them simultaneously, the result being a massive pressure blast that cleaned the bores of every gun barrel, and sent loose tools and scrap metal skittering across the Hangar's floor like scared mice, while the repair gantry crane cables swung wildly, causing the hooks to become, temporarily, pendulums that could crack a man's skull in twain without being checked in speed.<br/><br/>Jal, knowing the timing almost perfectly, had slammed the Firing range's door shut just as the 'Mech began loading the air charges, though the blast wave nearly blew the unlocked doors open again, even with her leaning on them. "Christ on a Crutch and Bhudda on a Pogo Stick, I'll never get used to that."<br/><br/>Shaking her head and working her jaw slightly until her ears popped to equalize the pressure, she re-opened the door and jogged over to her 'mech, muttering curses under her breath as she noticed that there were some new cracks in the wall that was only a few metres from the massive Machine. "Hey Aren. All in favour of soundproofing the main hangar? Because this'll happen every time we get into a firefight."<br/><br/>A few seconds later, the 'Mech disgorged the empty air canisters, each one looking like a spent shotgun shell, only fitted for the Mech's guns, instead of the personal weapon.