"I'm awake!"

Rubiana Starfeather's head snapped up from where it had been resting on a set of blueprints, the short 19 year old springing to her feet and blinking rapidly to get the sleep out of her eyes. Her hands patted over her jumpsuit--[i]spanner, check; power wrench, check; interface, check[/i]--she quickly tied her hair back, then rushed to the walkway overlooking the mech bay. She went over her mental checklist for every relevant mech to the oncoming battle, even though she already knew the answer to her questions.

Of course they'd all been seen to. She wouldn't exactly be a good mechanic if she went to sleep before finishing her work. Still, a failure at a critical time would get her a fate worse than death. She might be [i]fired[/i]. 

Might as well hurl her lucky spanner into the jaws of a kaiju and swan dive after it at that point.

The mechanic stretched, her back popping as she stood on her tiptoes and her arms extended to her sides, then started down toward the stairs toward the main maintenance hub. The bays would already be prepped when the surviving warriors returned, her job at this point was to watch the status readouts on each mech and warn the crew what tools and preparations would actually be needed.

Her role in the battle was an observatory one, but necessary nonetheless.