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Richard nodded along as the woman explained her situation and why she had decided to throw herself into a battle she had nothing to do with, then threw his head back and laughed. "Mwuhahahahahahah, that was how my first day went too. Richard Hawk, damn glad to meet ya Darquesse." 

With that he hopped back down into his cockpit and started up a system check to see what was still working and what had been busted to hell by Darquesse's assault. "Feel free to go as crazy as you want out there. Anyone heading [i]toward[/i] that cliff over there needs to be smeared across the desert. Don't sweat over whether you're shooting us or them, we don't have a uniform so everyone's done it sometime."

Everything was checking out pretty fine on the diagnostic. Joint damage, but that was to be expected. The right hand was especially bad from that wind she'd hit it with. His reaction time would suffer for it. The latches and racks in the pods were broken from where she'd pulled them open and wrenched the weapons away, rendering them effectively just a really cumbersome backpack for carrying ammo. He was worried that it might be the same deal for the cockpit, but was relived to find that it could still close. Satisfied he searched around in the cockpit and threw what looked like a bead up to her.

"Com device. It will also mark you as friendly to any of our boys that aren't Luddites. If by some miracle we have to pull out of here find somebody quickity split and tell them you've lost your return beacon, they'll know what you mean. And if they don't want to take you, force them. They deserve it for being selfish."