[hr][center][h1][color=f7941d]Port Algec[/color][/h1]
[h3][color=f26522]Hangar 3>Mess Hall
Tyr Fin +Base Crew> Everin Skye[/color][/h3][/center]
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Despite the glory of the Empire, the grand size of the old worlds' military bases made transportation a pain. Lest you were lucky enough to find or buy a vehicle, on foot was the main method of travel for soldiers on base. Tyr walked the great length from the offices to the hangar facilities while heavy transports moved modular crates around, carrying parts and supplies to the maintenance teams or to the wharf to be shipped out and drive the war machine of the empire. Passing by hangars 1 and 2, he stared up at the units standing inside, a toy-like gray and blue suit and then the red suit suited solely for space. Otter and Troll's units, part of Team Delta. The most curious sight however was the small crowd that had gathered in front of the next hangar.

Stepping through the crowd slowly as most were focused forward, Tyr could see a stretcher being wheeled along followed by a medic and an assistant. The mechanics closest to the hangar were discussing among themselves and looking at the scene. Following the trail of blood lead right into the hangar, ending at the edge of the mobile suit hunched down like it was flattened. [color=a187be]"Move away. Return to your posts immediately! Prepare for the launch!"[/color] The centurion shouted out as he moved to the center of the crowd and diverted to the hangar. Already he could tell what had happened, but there was still a good story to be heard. [color=a187be]"Someone explain to me why there is a bastard soldier dressed as if to meet the Emperor himself, being wheeled out of the poster girl's hangar?"[/color] It took the mechanics a couple of glances before detailing the events as they could see them.

Tyr let out a sigh, wishing the stories of the girl were exaggerated but now shown as the tip of the iceberg. Still, no one knowing who the man was was even more annoying, not including that the name heard made him hungry for some reason. After ordering them to clean up the blood from the area, he looked up to the unit, the Flag, still in its aerial form. [color=a187be]"I'll at least have to remind her to change you back for the trip... Notify General Eltz, and tell security about that little shit while you're at it."[/color] He spoke out before another sigh and look around at the maintenance materials all gathered around one point. [color=a187be][i]All by one girl...[/i][/color] he marched on past the mechanics and to the mess hall to find the other half of the incident.

With the majority of the rejuvenation work going into the launch equipment and the underground facilities, everything from the hangars to the bunks were in need of repair constantly and few were protected against the occasional breeze. Tyr passed through the halls of the mess to the largest of the available rooms and looked for the blue hair of the problem child. Thanks to her smaller size this proved a bit of a hard job, but she was found. Tyr walked along the line to where she was and turned to her. [color=a187be]"Carius Everin Skye. I would have hoped you'd know better than to cause an injury to a fellow soldier before you launched."[/color] Hiding the fact that she was cleared to launch beforehand by the General wasn't going to help his new entrance into command. [color=a187be]"I'm [i]Centurion[/i] Tyr Fin. Callsign Kraken. Your new superior. You can start by explaining yourself and who that... Soldier was."[/color] He stalled on what to call the odd presentation of a man, knowing no soldier of the space division would have enough spare time or money to afford such pristine clothes, let alone wear them today.