Hangar

The man looks up again at Morgana. He wipes some grime off his hands then casually leans against his machine and flashes her a toothy smile.

"What every man wants. Money, fame, glory."

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"Uh huh... You freelancer or under a contract?" Morgana asked, "Because Red Sun could always use more pilots."

The trio were lead into Europa's private hangar, various Zakus and GMs were hung up, being taken apart, the Hizack itself from the recent mission, what was left of it, was also being picked clean for parts and metals.

"Feel free to look about, Eleonora right? We might have something for you in your price range!" The Representative said still smiling.

Hanging above was a MS compatible manipulator arm, unlike the others it lacked a proper hand and grip, being a bare shaft and claw at the end, "We don't have any Zssa parts but we do have this which may be compatible! Feel free to let us know if you're looking for anything else."

Sev shrugged and turned to a set of Nemo parts, "Is compatible da?"

"Yes of course, the Nemo is based after the RG series thus all parts are totally compatible, purchase enough and we'll throw in a free magnetic coating!"

Sev sighed and looked over his current pay.

The Rep turned to Mackenna, "Oh and are you looking for anything?"

Europa Salvage

Eleonora looked around, forcing herself to grin at the manipulator arm as she looked to her own arm and barebones prothesis "Seems we'll become more and more alike then, heh." Eleonora chuckled as she looked at the manipulator arm again before shaking her head "Thanks but no thanks, I'd appreciate a Heat-Hawk though, any heat weapon really - or well, by extension any non beam melee weapon, for that matter."

Edited by Sergey_Smirnov on Oct 29th 2018 at 6:21:49 PM

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Europa Salvage

"Swap me a good condition heat hawk for a beam saber?" Mackenna asked, tilting her head towards the rep. "Looking for cool scores, more importantly. I feel we got hosed if'n all we got outta the last run was just old ship parts, I dunno. I wuz kinda expecting treasure."

Ceres Colony

The man rubbed his chin and looked up into the ceiling of the hangar for a minute. He looked down and kick some grime off of his boot. Finally he looked back and spoke.

"You sure you could take on more? Also what's the pay like?"

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"We got plenty of space on the Prydwen, we're rather low on actual fighters, 3 at best," Morgana began, eying the man a bit.

"Pay depends on the job after all, some jobs pay better than others, but many offer resources. After all, scrap, water, and food supplies are worth just as much out here as any paycheck."

She drifted over and inspected the shuttle, "Odd looking thing... Looks like it has... too many parts."

Sev grumbled to himself as he begun to work with a engineer on getting the parts.

As for Eleonora and Mackenna, the Rep smiled, "Well we could easily just give you her Heat Hawk, we do have a old GM Beam Saber that is easily covered by your paycheck!"

A mobile worker came out carrying the Beam Saber hilt, "Modifications would need to be made but Ceres Docks easily covers that."

Sev walked over having paid for his parts, "Am good to go. Will need to get to work on Wolfjaw soon."

The Rep perked up, "Oh, we've also got good news! We managed to broker a deal for suit storage in Ceres Hangar, if you ever get the money to afford another suit, feel free to let us know and we can easily set up something."

Sev rolled his eyes, "Just need armor plating for normal suit and ammo for gun. No more."

"Yeah, that works." Mackenna said with a nod, and leaned forward. "Now, what's someplace a girl can have some fun?" She tapped her credit card on the desk. "Paycheck from the new haul's gotta go somewhere. Hoping I can put some work into forgetting how I got this money, y'know."

"Yeah, sounds good, if there is noting else then I'll be in the hangar of the Prydwen, I'll need to repair my Mobile Suit" Eleonora slightly bowed her head to the Rep before turning and heading back. She wasn't exactly pleased that there weren't any parts for her here but on the other hand she wasn't exactly surprised either. For now, she wanted to at least repair her Zssa as good as possible, she could worry about the rest later.

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Ceres Colony-Hangar

"Uh yeah. It's modified. Kinda like a short range core fighter. Much more mobile than a mobile suit. Also got a very long range. People usually hire me as an escort or security detail."

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Morgana nodded a bit, "Not a bad job, could use that in the next job."

She grinned, "So what do you say ... I'm sorry what is your name again?"

She frowned a bit as she observed the craft, there was no way it was just a fighter. Mobile suits dominated the battlefield for a good reason.

Sev sniffed and then turned to the rep, "Ship Zssa compatible parts to Shipyard and Prydwen, general repairs."

He turned to Mackenna and responded, "Brothel downtown on 5th Avenue. Many different options for good time. Bar also on 6th in Selene City if you want drink and bad karaoke."

He shrugged, "Is nice, Sev is headed back to apartment, need to just sleep, away from others."

Prydwen

On board the Prydwen, there was an engineer/pilot who was thoughtfully looking over her relatively small cache of MS parts, having spared a glance at the various beaten suits scattered about the hangar, eventually boarding her Dune Stryder to carefully pull a piece of plating out of her cache and walking over to the Zssa to set the piece of plating down near the other mech, then moving back to her own berth. The pilot was Mey'ya Daniels, who was also something of an engineer, so she figured that the other engineers could likely find a use for the piece, even if it wasn't particularly useful. The Spartan Custom turned back to the Zssa for a moment, optics lighting on the missing right arm, which had Mey'ya frowning slightly in displeasure at not being able to do more. Soon, though, Stryder was back in his berth, and she disembarked once more, turning to look up at her own battered MS.

Edited by Meyya on Nov 11th 2018 at 12:57:28 PM

Prydwen, Hangar

As Eleonora came back, she just saw another MS bringing her a bit of plating - and she intended to use it, now that it was there, floating over to her MS and quickly enough starting to help the engineers with the repairs, the plating for now was attached to the right shoulder of her MS, not exactly replacing the lost arm (at all) but at least it would give some protection to the inner frame there. As she was finished with that particular task, she looked over to the other bay with the MS that gave her the plating, giving the pilot a short salute with a light smile before getting back to the repairs.

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Hangar

"The name's Rick, Rick Hadfield."

He offers a handshake.

"I can definitely escort you wherever you need to go in the belt. Don't underestimate the Soyuz, she's got a few secrets up her sleeves. So where are you guys heading?"

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Morgana shook his hand, "Well Mr. Hadfield, we're currently on shore leave, let my people relax a little while we wait for the next job."

It was at this point that Morgana got a message handed to her by one of the Bridge Crew, it read about another job order, "Huh so soon... Well Red Sun..."

She grunted, "Feel free to acquaint yourself with our ship the Prydwen, I've got something to handle."

Morgana kicked off and reentered the Prydwen.

Morgana entered and headed over to Daniels, "So you're the new pilot then? Coulda sworn we had more..."

She shook her head, "Anyways welcome to the Prydwen, how'd you hear about Red Sun?"

"Hold on." Mackenna ran for the wall phone and started punching in the numbers for her crew, going straight to voicemail by choice. This was not gonna be another shore leave dealing with a bunch of antisocial assholes. "Hey! How've we never gone for karaoke??? Christ! We gotta go! I'll buy!"

Prydwen, Mobile Suit Bay

Mey'ya turned to the approaching Morgana, and gave her a small smile. "Aye, I would imagine so. And I'm handy with a wrench or an MS, if you need repairs or combat. Heard about Red Sun through a friend. Said it might be more my speed," answered Mey'ya, offering Morgana a hand to shake. "Mey'ya Daniels."

Morgana shook her hand, "Well Red Sun is a good choice, we got other pilots coming in soon hopefully, but there's word that we'll be running a scouting operation in a few days."

Morgana looked over at the modified GM Spartan, "Quite the catch there. Limited run, musta been quite the salvage, especially if you got it running now. How's it handle High G burns?"

Outside the Prydwen

Not far outside the Prydwen, a black Gundam armed to the teeth with a gigantic backpack and carrying what looks like multiple shields coasts in, trying to be careful given its extensive loadout.

Spelunking through a Halo Ring is something else...

Prydwen Mobile Suit Bay

"He's a custom job, built and maintained by yours truly," answered Mey'ya cheerfully. "It's been hell keeping him that way, so I've shed a few of the upgrades I was thinking of in interest of not completely annihilating my limited funds, but I've done everything I can to push his agility, both thruster and otherwise, as far as possible, including completely rebuilding his thruster gimble."

Morgana nodded and sent a tablet floating to Mey'ya, "Fill this out and we'll get you logged. We'll be going on a job soon, I know it... My other new hire should be here real soon."

She kicked off and exited the Prydwen Hangar and looked up, there was the Gundam she had been informed of. "Let's hope the pilot is good..." Morgana remarked as she watched it drift in. She picked up a ship phone off the wall and made the call.

"You're the Full Armor correct? Here for the Red Sun job?"

Just outside the Prydwen

A staticky voice came through the phone's handset, no doubt because of the Minovsky Particles messing up the wireless a smidgen.

"Yeah, that's me, Captain. Wilhelm Andreas at your service. Permission to come aboard?"

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"Permission granted, but lil note. On my ship you're a LT or a Ensign," Morgana said grinning with pride.

The hangar door opened on the Prydwen as a legless GM body floated out to assist the Full Armor onto the ship.

It was at this point that Morgana realized that she had maybe one Zeek on board, and the rest were more likely federation personnel... also a surprising lack of Newtypes.

Still, not a big deal.

Prydwen Hangar.

"Really? Well, in that case, I'll take up Ensign, ma'am. Not willing to bite off more than I can chew, you know?"

"Oh, thanks, pal," he says as the half-GM gently guides the stupidly well-armed Gundam into the hangar.

Once it was safely onboard, the black torso opened to reveal a Core Fighter cockpit, before that opened as well to allow a figure in a white Federation ace Normal Suit to leave it in its berthing. Anyone being curious might see a faded logo on the helmet.

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Prydwen, Suit Hangar

Rick is wandering about, looking at the suits the crew uses. He sees the Gundam being brought in and his jaw hits the floor.

"I want that....:

Edited by PhilosopherStones on Dec 11th 2018 at 9:53:37 AM

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Prydwen, Hangar

Meanwhile Eleonora got slightly pale as she saw an all too familiar Mobile Suit glide into the hangar. With the Gundam - and then even the white devil from Side 4 - now in the hangar, cold sweat on her brows, even more so as she saw that indeed, the pilot was from the Moore Brotherhood, without a thought, she pushed herself away from her own Mobile Suit, wanting - needing - to get away from there as fast as possible now, hastily making her way to her quarter.

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"