Human Edge

James finally gets to work. He goes about performing standard maintenance on the rest of the mechs.

Meanwhile, Mata looks for Nora.

Maintenance TN 25 Cicada: 10d10o10k4 30 180-20=160
Maintenance TN 25 Commando: 10d10o10k4 43 160-20=140
Maintenance TN 25 Hussar: 10d10o10k4 33 140-20=120
Maintenance TN 25 Phoenix: 10d10o10k4 32 120-20=100
Maintenance TN 25 Stinger: 10d10o10k4 40 100-20=80
Maintenance TN 25 Thorn: 10d10o10k4 28 80-20=60
Maintenance TN 25 Valkyrie: 10d10o10k4 45 60-20=40
Maintenance TN 25 Wasp: 10d10o10k4 31 40-20=20
Maintenance TN 25 Wyvern: 10d10o10k4 29 20-20=0

Theo was there already continuing his endless seeming work on getting the new arm installed. "Wyvern is coming along. I think we might have it ready to get shot at again by noon," he laughed as he smudged grease across his face as he tried to wipe off some sweat.

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Not doing a EE thread so time/results of work here:
--Wyvern
Finish arm prep - 120m 43
Salvage Right Hand Actuator - 90m 45
Attach new arm - 90m 43
30 minutes of work on actuator installation done.

"Nicely done. Of course, sounds like it's going to be sooner than later."

"Hey, I am sure the lance commander will be happier that way," he smiled as he looked up at the striped down but finally attached arm, "I mean half the weapons were in that thing."

"Of course, with the new mechs these might not see any action any time soon. At least, until the trainees get certified." James then stops for a moment, wondering about how they are going to keep up with that amount of work.

"Trainees.... oof," he shook his head, "I don't know if I am ready for that..."

After a while, Mata would spy Nora walking along the top gantry, on her way to the office that hung from the roof of the hangar.

It was quite a ways up.

"Well, with that announcement, we may have to be." James shook his head. "At least, they will gain experience quickly."



Mata was not one easily deterred. She went up until she made Nora's office and knocked on the door.

((I'm assuming the distance is great enough that Nora will make it to the office first.))

"A neverending world of moderately damaged light mechs. I just hope I don't have to hose anything out," he grins toothily, "Wait! I have Astechs now! I don't *have* to hose anything out!" He let out a melodramatic laugh that devolved quickly into more genuine laughter.

James shook his head. "Poor bastards." Whether he was talking about the mechwarriors or the astechs was questionable.

"It's like a rite of passage. Cleaning your first warrior out of the cockpit. I remember when I was first with the pirates, somehow a piece got lodged underneath the cockpit. I didn't notice until later when it started to smell. I could have gotten it then, but..." James shrugged. "They never figured it out."