Watching Warriors Work (DT-1, Afternoon, Simulator Room)

[Andrea DeTroyes]

Andrea blinked, "...my sword?" The ex-Davion looked down and patted it's sheath. "Ah, well I served with the 17th New Avalon Hussars. A Hussar was a kind of soldier who rode a horse on Ancient Terra. Back even before humanity had left the planet. Apparently at some point Hussars traded their horses for armored vehicles...and then eventually mechs. But they kept the sword as a ceremonial weapon."

She shrugs, "Growing up I was taught fencing as well...so I just started carrying it with me in the cockpit. I figured it tied me to those old cavalrymen from the distant past and I could always use it if things got real desperate."

Her brown eyes move from Freja to Felicia, then down to her tail. She vaguely remembered stories about the Canopians and strange body modifications. « Vous avez une jolie queue, Mademoiselle. » Her brows arch up.

"Come to think on it...have we all been properly introduced? I know Marik, James, and his daughter Mata..."

[Freja Fogel]

"No, I definitely need a gimmick," she said with some conviction before listening to Andrea talk; then talk of introductions. She couldn't remember if there had been proper introductions. Probably. It seemed like the sort of thing there should've been. Probably didn't hurt to retread such ground anyway.

"Freja Vogel. I'm from..." there was a brief noticeable pause; as if she was making sure what she was about to say was in fact correct; "...Rasalhague."

[Felicity]

"Really?" She made a thoughtful noise in conflict with Marik's assertion. "A lot of the most famous mechwarriors have a gimmick. Like on Solaris, there's one guy who bites off a bat's head before every match. Bat Brains... Billy. Something like that." She coughed gently. "Not that it helps him win."

Andrea's explanation was interesting. She listened and smiled, since some bits matched things she'd heard from other students back in her Academy days. However, she definitely was not taught fencing.

"I know a song for that type of warrior. I Wanna Be In The Cavalry. It's adapted to mechs or tanks now in the League, but it's still popular."

She makes an uncertain noise at Andrea's French. "... Pardon. Mon français est basique." She said the words as if speaking a memorized line. Her pronunciation wasn't terrible, but it was quite stiff. She cleared her throat and smiled as she touched her sternum. "Je m'appelle Felicity." She turned to Freja and added. "I'm Felicity."

[James Hall]

It's as if the world itself was revealed to Marik for the first time.

"Ooooohh - That - Oh. That explains why what I have been saying must have sounded strange - it appears in space, the role of a technician is very different from what it is on my home planet. Please, forgive my earlier talk - it must have been very abnormal."

He looks sheepish as he offers his apology.

"No need to apologize. I know what it is like to adjust to the world away from home." Part of him did feel a little sad. Sure, it was absolutely wrong for a warrior to look up to a technician, but it was kinda... nice. Best he banish those thoughts before he forget his place. But still, the scientists were important, but it was a little weird for a warrior to treat them as superiors. That sort of thing could lead to trouble.

[Marik Wa Mo Ishtal]

He is grateful for the Technician's support - he was told to rely and hold on to understanding people if he found them. He gives a thankful nod to the technician.

Thinking back to the team's talk- a gimmick. He would have to think on that, if it was truly needed.

Perhaps a melee weapon of some kind for the Thorn?

A scarf?

A painted midriff on his mech?

Listening to introductions, he bowed his head and joined in.

"I am Marik. It will be nice to work with you all. Do teams have these... gimmicks?"

[Felicity]

The monitor flickered as the opening salvoes were let loose. It quickly drew Felicity's attention.

"Ow, the little Hussar felt that."

[James Hall]

"Watch now, Mata. See what they do." This was a very dangerous moment for the Hussar. What would he do? Well, whether he chose right or not, he wanted Mata to witness.

[Andrea DeTroyes]

"It is alright, it was just a little complement," Andrea smiled a little at that, "Andrea Océane Laurette DeTroyes, daughter of the Baron Étienne Sébastien DeTroyes of Kestrel." And given Freja's hesitation, she felt compelled to add, "Federated Suns." Her introduction had been for both.

"As for gimmicks...well, I would not really call it gimmicks." She nodded to Marik, "For him it is a religious observance. For me a desire to connect with the ancient warriors whose lineage my old unit draw their traditions from. And for Miss Felicity, well her tail might literally be part of her body."

She cocks her head to the side and crosses her arms, "You said you were Rasalhague no? Surely there is some odd habit common for your homeland's mechwarriors."

[Theodore Beker]

Theo sipped his beer while he took in the victorious lance his eyes briefly settling on the swaying tail that he wasn't expecting. "Got two beer left for the first two to claim them," he offered as he made them ready, "Good work out there. Bit rough but the only ones walking away were you and that is what counts."

[Marik Wa Mo Ishtal]

Looking at the combat situation, Marik seems uneasy.

"It seems they have them surrounded - hopefully they make good use of this..."

Theo sipped his beer while he took in the victorious lance his eyes briefly settling on the swaying tail that he wasn't expecting. "Got two beer left for the first two to claim them," he offered as he made them ready, "Good work out there. Bit rough but the only ones walking away were you and that is what counts."

Ooh, beer.

He almost calls it, but doesn't - it would be better to offer his other teammates some first.