Scheduled Maintenance (D2 EM hangar)

[Theodore Beker]

"Yeah, Francine is right. We are out in the weird cult end of the Periphery. I'm more worried we will meet tribes that worship The Giants and will not take it well when we try to take them."

[Thomas Moreno]

"I'll let you know if I come across any of those." He doubted it of course, but you never knew for certain.

"Maybe you can convince them you can make the giants walk again, and become some sort of prophet?"

[Felicity]

"If there are any that technologically backwards then I'm not worried about them getting angry. Good luck doing something about us taking what we like if all they can do is shoot arrows at us." She points to the APCs. "You'll be in those. You'll be fine, si?"

[Thomas Moreno]

"Yup, unless we are outside chatting with them." Which would be more of a worry. "They can always find a soft spot in a person's armor."

[Theodore Beker]

"Tavelled light years through space. Stomped about in a giant robot. Killed by an arrow to the neck," he laughed, "That'd be a joke, yeah?"

[Felicity]

"That would be terrible! I'm the mechwarrior. That would be me." Felicity sounded indignant, but she was smiling in a very amused way.

"My tombstone would have some miserable message about the lady in a giant defeated by her cockpit shutting too slow. Come on!"

[Theodore Beker]

He laughed, "Well, at least you have a sense of humour about it."

[Felicity]

Felicity chuckled herself. "Yea, pues... I've not seen anyone holding a bow yet! I'll worry about it then."

[Thomas Moreno]

"That would be one he'll of a way to go." Thomas replied with a chuckle. "But no bows yet, as you said. Still ill let ya know if I see any around."

[Theodore Beker]

"Yeah, so far Urbanmechs and some homegrown autoguns I think," he crossed his arms, "Some cobbled together light APCs maybe?"