Alaska ready to start a project like this, she hadn’t started a building project since she passed her Basic training. “I think it would’ve been better if you maybe hadn’t got shot so much,” she chuckled as she looked over to the limbs on the ground, “I’ll get on it” she took off her helmet and it to the side. She tied her hair back. And picked up the first arm, he wasn’t lying about the weight; she crouched down and put it on her shoulder moving it over to one the multiple service cranes dotted around the place. She hadn’t been down to this area too often, she’d been down to take a look at the Pelican that she was going to fly but that was only a minimal visit. Once she had locked the limb in the crane, she moved it closer to the mech.  She looked over the arm, she opened the service hatch checking the wiring, and main systems, “I have no clue how we’re going to manage this, the most of the wires are fried, the pistons are not functioning,” She stopped for a moment looking at the service hatch “do you have a soldering kit by any chance? I think I have a plan” She said.

“I suppose it won’t do too much harm,” Wash had never been too keen on ranged combat, he admitted that it was an integral part of being in the military, but always thought of hand to hand combat as more skill, He always explained to his old squad in the same speech; [I]“When you’re in CQC you seen the whites of your enemies eyes and feel the blood pumping in your veins, you’re both dancing an intricate ballet of death, of which only one man will return.” [/I] He readied up when the signal was sent and ran blistering out from cover firing wildly in Iowa’s direction although to most others this would seem insane, it was all a part of his, plan, create a wall of crystals to cover you from one side so you only have to worry about 1 person and not getting flanked He held up his pistol and stayed on his guard for north