Inspection (Day T-2, Morning, Mech Hanger, OPEN)

[Marik Wa Mo Ishtal]

Fourth in the reserve knooks was a pristine Urbanmech, still with "Discount Dan's Urbanmech Emporium!" sprawled on the side.

Appearing some time after the was the curious, almost lost looking Marik. As he wondered through the hanger, his eyes wondered to a familiar model - the urbanmech. A machine of great honour but methodical pace, and yet it seemed... untouched? This was odd.

Seeing the other, more massacred mechs, he begins performing a strange looking ritual where he rubbed his hands together, then seemed to... project his heat? Towards the mech. As he did, he murmured something in Egyptian, with some reverence.

[Andrea DeTroyes]

"Hmm, I suppose such is true." Andrea smirked, her own life and her siblings had been pretty set from the beginning, "Though my own has seen few who have not taken up the sword and mounted a mech."

Her head bobbed again, "Oh?" There was some surprise in her voice, likely not expecting someone from the Periphery to have a positive view of the League. "Perhaps your child will see a day when it returns. The universe willing."

As the senior accountant/quartermaster passed, Andrea dipped her head in a nod of acknowledgment. Her browns eyes flicked to the man standing near the Urbanmech. "Might I ask the status of the rest of our mechs? Technician....." She drew out the pause, having not caught the man's name.

[Marik Wa Mo Ishtal]

"Hmm, I suppose such is true." Andrea smirked, her own life and her siblings had been pretty set from the beginning, "Though my own has seen few who have not taken up the sword and mounted a mech."

Her head bobbed again, "Oh?" There was some surprise in her voice, likely not expecting someone from the Periphery to have a positive view of the League. "Perhaps your child will see a day when it returns. The universe willing."

As the senior accountant/quartermaster passed, Andrea dipped her head in a nod of acknowledgment. Her browns eyes flicked to the man standing near the Urbanmech. "Might I ask the status of the rest of our mechs? Technician....." She drew out the pause, having not caught the man's name.

"Oh, me? I am no Te - Technician." It looks as if he needed to remind himself of the term for... some reason. He stands after finishing his prayer, standing with his midriff on show.

"I am Marik, a Wa of Mo Ishtal a recently hired mechwarrior."

He paused, then realized he had made an error, and bowed apologetically.

"Sorry, sorry - I am Marik, a once MechWarrior from the House of Ishtal on my home planet. Forgive me - I am still getting used to not using my home's terms."

[James Hall]

"I can only hope and pray." There was a deep sincerity in his voice.

He bows to the newcomer. "I am Technician James Hall. My daughter is Mata. Though call me whatever you like." He says for the benefit of then both.

"The mechs seem to be in good repair except the Locust, Hornet, and the Clint. The Clint has the most damage. But all them are repairable with time and resources. I will have to check with the commander to see which one of any he wants me to work on first."

[Marik Wa Mo Ishtal]

Upon the announcement of a technician, the Mechwarrior kneels in respect.

"Ah, a MiaTe? To be allowed to speak freely to one is a great privilege, M..."

He pauses for a moment, looking for the words to speak. When he speaks, it is a delicate pattern, like one looking to avoid great offence.

"Sir Hall? Is that the proper way to show respect in the great stars? I hear to know the Mech is more of a monetary occupation than a sacred one in the stars. I am not annointed, but if I can help I would be honoured to assist your repairs."

He looks into the hangar for a moment, and at the pristine urbanmech.

"Even if we do lack the candles and ash for the proper rites.."

He remains kneeling, as if awaiting command to stand.

[Andrea DeTroyes]

Andrea raised a brow, "Marik..." Then as he finished his introduction, she smirked, "Ahh...I see," Her expression turned more friendly, then back to perplexed at his odd(to her) behavior. "From...the Periphery as well then?"

"Andrea Océane Laurette DeTroyes, youngest daughter of Baron Étienne Sébastien DeTroyes of Kestrel." She dipped her head to Marik.

[James Hall]

Mata looks up from her toys.

James freaks out. "I... you're warrior... I'm a technician... You're a warrior... You shouldn't be kneeling to me. I should be kneeling to you if anything. Please stand up. There's a child here."

Mata had wondered over and nodded. "Warriors protect us, so they should be respected above all."

[Marik Wa Mo Ishtal]

"O-of course,"

He rises as commanded by the MiaTe.

"I imagine this is one of those cultural differences I was warned about when my contract was signed. On my planet, those who repair the mechs also repair our homes and keep us safe from the dangerous heats. They keep us alive and our society running - is that not a common occurrence?"

At that last question he looks puzzled, as if the idea of was bizarre, but not impossible.

[James Hall]

Mata piped up. "Everyone has their place and a job to do. Technicians build and fix the machines. And the warriors protect us. That's why they should be the leaders. Right, daddy?"

James smiles and nods approvingly. "Yes, Mata. That is correct." He turns to Marik. "I... I understand you come from somewhere with different beliefs. I don't mean to insult them, but please, just Technician James. I am here for you." After a moment, "Though any help you want to give would be appreciated."

[Andrea DeTroyes]

Andrea cocks her head as the conversation continues. "Hmm, I see. I see." Her smirk returned the Periphery dwellers were an odd bunch. "Well...among the Successor States warriors are a premium, mechwarriors even more so. And it is a sentiment I believe the major powers on edges of human space share with the great houses."