Marlene watched as Kat stormed off to Snow Leopard, to busy herself with fixing whatever electrical-issue she was having this time

[color=ec008c][sub]"[i]There may be no shortcuts, but there's also a saying; insanity is the act of doing the same thing as before, but expecting a different result than failure[/i]."[/sub][/color] She whispered to herself, before turning towards Yassir, getting her PADD out and running a quick diagnostic and inventory before sending a pulse to Sarah.

<Sarah, would like to know if you'd be willing to tune the targeting-laser for my missiles to double as a comms-laser, and to write some code for Bubbles to be able to translate it to speech. Oh, and if the opportunity presents itself, upload the program to Snow Leopard as well. -Marlene>

After clicking send, she went over inventory, picking-through all the captured weapons from their minor thug-busts. Most of the weapons were little things and barely a threat to other FRAMEs outside of point-blank, others were more for show than actual purpose... however, it didn't take long to find what she was looking-for.

Requisitioning a pair of hand-trucks, she set the handle of one down on the tines of the other before loading it down with several auto-cannons, heavy machine-guns, and several hundred pounds of captured ammunition. Amongst the motley assortment was an MG-27, an NNU-10 from some SSU brush-war, and a pair of LBU-3 HMGs she'd noticed were re-chambered to [u]some sort of 30mm gatling-grenade-launcher[/u]... [i]which just sounded too wicked to resist trying-out at least once[/i].

Lugging this improvised limber and caisson up the deck was not too difficult, as the halls were mostly empty, aside from a few late-shufflers from the briefing passing her by in the halls on their own way to the hangar. She smiled and waved politely at Sabrina and Cecelia, hoping they'd pay no attention to the twenty year old dragging what could almost qualify as a mech's starting-arsenal behind her.