Razzly wiped a grimy sleeve across her forehead, leaving an oil smudge there for all to see.  She was wearing a dirty mechanics jumpsuit with numerous oil and grease stains on it from all the work she did. Her blondish brown hair was tied back to keep it out of the way. At 19, she was a bit of a prodigy, working as a freelance mechanic whose specialty was mecha systems.  Her current project, a banged up long range support type, had been one of her favorite jobs.  The mech's owner, a pilot by the name of Jesse, was a crack shot and longtime friend of hers. The two of them had gone to the academy together, and it was rumored that Jesse would be admitted into an exclusive special ops team, though she often dismissed such rumors as "ridiculous."<br/>"Hey kid, hows my baby?"<br/>Razzly closed the panel she was working on and turned to the pilot with a grin.  "She should be as good as new.  Care to give her a spin?"