Keira didn't pay much attention as she sighed to herself, the loud crack of Jal's mech cleaning its gun barrels caused her to jump slightly but otherwise she paid little attention. She used the small handheld computer in her hands to transfer all of the credits owed for her losing the competition to Jal and Aren's accounts, respectively giving 50% for both. She collected her weapons and followed Jal outside to the hangar as a small hammer rolled across the deck. Keira chuckled slightly, shouldering the Pulse Rifle and following Jal out towards the hangar, breaking off towards the armory and stowing all of the weapons except her personal sidearm, the Plasma Pistol.<br/><br/>Officially titled the UJ6-72 series, the pistol actually fired Plasma foiled rounds, basically they had hyper-penetration power as they were extremely hot for several seconds after being fired. The weapon was not extensively used, Keira had adopted it after her brother had been killed, it was his. It was too expensive for mass production, but it was also one of the best sidearms available. With a 26 round magazine, and a very long life span and reliability beyond most conventional firearms, it was a definite keeper. The only problem was finding replacements for the fusion cells necessary to keep the Plasma flowing, but even then the pistol was more than enough without the addition of Plasma.<br/><br/>Keira holstered the pistol and exited the armory, closing and sealing the door behind her as she overheard what Jal and the newbie were talking about. Keira abruptly, almost aggressively, stepped in front of Jal and blocked her view of the new arrival. Thinking of her brother always put her in that mood, Keira just couldn't stand when rifts broke out among the ranks, thats what got her brother killed and she wasn't going to let it happen to her as well. "<strong>Hey hey, calm down huh?</strong>" Keira whispered, nodding along as she spoke. "<strong>Don't let the new brass get to you, new officers always think they can just show up and order respect, but that ain't how it works and we know that, right?</strong>" Keira smiled. "<strong>But she is right...that thing is reckless as hell, I know its a pain in the ass but automatic gun cleaners are banned in other bases for a reason. The only reason we get passes is because we lack maintenance staff, but that doesn't mean we put safety below speed. What if that thing goes off and your not around to scream bloody murder? Shes right, that could get someone killed. Do what I do, manually clean your guns. It might take a while, sure, but its more sincere. I hardly trust these computers to fire my guns, I don't trust them to clean them as well. The last thing I want is a misfire blowing my mech into a bazillion pieces.</strong>" Keira took a deep breath and patted Jal on the shoulder.<br/><br/>She offered a full hearted smile and looked back towards the new arrival, 'second in command'. In Keira's own opinion as a senior enlisted, there were three types of officers. Officers who earned respect, officers who demanded it and officers who didn't live long enough for any. "<strong>Welcome to the Shadows</strong>" Keira spoke quickly to the new girl, and nodded, turning back to Jal and giving her an uneasy look, then side stepping Jal and walking over to her own mech as a piece of metal was lodged in the soft armor of her mechs legs.