[center][h1][color=ed1c24]ROKKIT MECHEAD[/color][/h1]
[h3][color=a2d39c]SHORTY GROTSKY[/color][/h3][/center]
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Rokkit was damn glad that the commander of this operation, Nevyn, kept things short. Granted Rokkit didn’t actually listen to all of it but he got the important bits: They were going after the person who attacked the plaza yesterday. And they were going to do that now. Even better, since Rokkit didn’t really have a plan but if they got this many folks, then they ought to do fine just by numbers alone. Even better, Rokkit will get to pilot a transport! He has no idea if this is some sort of armored truck or a flying gunship, but it didn’t matter to him. He would just be glad to finally be getting a proper war machine in his hands than all of these street racers he’s been stealing. Going fast is awesome, but he wanted something with more bite.

Leaving to go get his gear and see what he’s driving, Shorty stayed behind. She did one final check to make sure her appearance was okay before walking up to the commander and his secretary. She did her best to look professional, at least like Alayna, though also trying not to look like she’s just copying her. Shorty needed to make a good impression after all, and being a copycat was not a good look. However before Shorty could even speak, Nevyn took the initiative and spoke to her first. This caught Shorty off guard.

[color=a2d39c]“Oh! Ahem, yes, I’m not one of the agents you recruited. My name is Shorty Grotsky, you could say I work with Rokkit, your newest agent.[/color]” First, Shorty extended her hand out to Nyven for a shake. She was pretty sure this is what you’re supposed to do in a professional setting, at least in those police procedure show’s that Shorty watches sometimes. If nothing else, Shorty knows how to stand her ground. Except instead of gangsters and tough guys, she’s talking to a police commander. [color=a2d39c]“I am here to offer my services and enter your employment. You’ll find that I am a skilled technician and communication’s officer. I am the one who keeps Rokkit’s equipment and weapons operational, as well as gathering information and data needed to keep him alive.”
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Shorty then produced Bosco from her briefcase. It was the only thing of importance there, since while she did have some papers, they were just random flyers she had so it looked like she kept important documents. [color=a2d39c]“This is Bosco. He’s a combat drone that I developed to assist Rokkit in the field. He is also the means in which I can assist him without endangering myself from any distance. More importantly, through Bosco I can keep an eye on Rokkit.” Shorty has Bosco do some maneuvers through the air, as well as showing its armaments. [/color]

[color=a2d39c]“Rokkit is a good agent, but that doesn’t mean he can’t get himself into trouble. I noticed that you assigned him as the pilot. That’s good, he’s a great driver, and he can even operate aircraft he’s never seen before like a pro. But he won’t be satisfied just staying behind the wheel. Chances are if he has the opportunity, he [i]will[/i] recklessly endanger himself, the team, and the vehicle for the mission. But that’s where I come in. If you hire me, I can ensure that Rokkit doesn’t cause any more damage than he has to. He trusts me to handle things in his stead so he can focus on the important things such as, in his own words, ‘krumping gits’. This keeps collateral damage down and efficiency up.”[/color] Shorty ends as she has Bosco demonstrate some other abilities he had, such as opposable hands and the ability to access machines and electronics through it’s complex hacking tools. The same ones that Shorty herself would use to operate the transport if needed. 

As Shorty was speaking, Nevyn would look down at the much shorter person all while supporting his chin with his right hand, apparently thinking about what she had to say. In fact the Commander would not interrupt Shorty at all, letting her finish the entire sales pitch, even though he had made up his mind quite early. Once she was done, her arm would remain extended and a short, awkward silence ensued as Nevyn appeared to think about the proposal. Alayna nervously tapped her foot on the floor, crossing her arms in front of her body while all eyes stared intensely at Shorty and Nevyn. Eventually, the Commander would finally break the deafening silence and extend his hand to politely shake Shorty’s. 

[color=0072bc]”And you constructed that drone all by yourself?”[/color]

Shorty made sure to give Nevyn a firm grip, not trying to crush his hand, but to show that she’s not some dainty lass either. Sure Shorty is smaller than most humans and a girl to boot, but she didn’t last this long because she was soft and easy to push around. When he asked if she constructed the drone, Shorty made sure not to lie but take pride in her handiwork. [color=a2d39c]"I modified a dwarven mining drone with additional weapons, armor, and improved performances. Usually they get tossed out after a few months of service, but I for one am not the type to throw away a perfectly serviceable machine, no matter how old it is.”[/color] That is to say, Shorty knew how to make the most out of things others would throw away. Though she also didn’t want to admit that she’s also just cheap and couldn’t afford to find/buy a better model to work off of. Still she was proud of what she could accomplish with so little.

[color=0072bc]”It is impressive.”[/color]

Nevyn replied. While he wasn’t much of an engineer himself, he could tell that the work was more than just superficially impressive. She might have been a diamond in the rough, waiting to get the right tools to shape and develop herself. The Commander pondered again for a moment, his eyes gazing over Shorty before darting towards the one empty seat on the support staff team. Of course, he was well aware of what had happened to the person that was supposed to be there. In a sense, the unit was getting revenge for the unjust killing of Jack by going after the silver-haired attacker. This is, however, when Alayna decided to step in. She did a very symbolic cough, trying to interrupt Nevyn and gain his attention.

[color=f49ac2]”If I may, Commander-”[/color]

In response, Nevyn raised his eyebrow and assumed his thinking position again. 

[color=f49ac2]”I know what you are thinking. We have dozens- No, hundreds of applicants for the vacant seat. It [i]is[/i] your choice ultimately, but please consider the very qualified applicants we already have that were recommended by the higher ups.[/color]

Nevyn nodded in acknowledgement but did not reply immediately. Instead, he looked directly at Shorty, using his amber eyes to directly stare into Shorty’s, practically piercing her with his stare. This went on for a few minutes before Nevyn closed his eyes, sighed, and put his hands in his pockets with his signature gentle but confident smile. 

[color=0072bc]”I say let us give it a try. Just like the Agents need to prove themselves, let’s give Shorty a chance to prove herself.”[/color]

Nevyn raised his hand to point at the vacant seat next to the other supporting staff.

[color=0072bc]”Act as part of the support team for this mission and show me what you can do Shorty. If you can convince me with your actions then I will offer you a contract alongside Rokkit’s.”[/color]

[color=a2d39c]"You have made the right choice, Commander.[/color]" Shorty says with a confident smile. But deep inside she was freaking out and screaming. She had [i]no idea[/i] that this would work, and she certainly didn't expect to immediately be in the job. Doing her best not to sweat she dismissed herself and followed Rokkit out to the lockers, but mostly just so she could brainstorm and figure out how to immediately be useful. She has [I]no[/I] about this lady or what happened during the assassination, and knowing Rokkit they will end up fighting her in a few minutes, half an hour at most. So Shorty quickly left Bosco with Rokkit, explaining that she's going to be helping out as she goes to find somewhere to set up shop. Ideally using someone's computer. 

Once Shorty and the other Agents had left towards the locker room, Alayna would quickly step in front of Nevyn to confront him. 

[color=f49ac2]”With all due respect- An unknown and untrained person in such an important position? That does not seem like a good choice, Commander.”[/color]

Nevyn responded with a reassuring smile.

[color=0072bc]”You know where she and Rokkit are from. She was able to build a drone like that basically from scrap. Imagine what she can do with proper tools and parts.”[/color]

After which Nevyn stepped aside, leaving the baffled Alayna in front of the conference area as he made his way to his office. The personal assistant would then quickly shake her head, brush off what just happened, and quickly join the supporting staff in monitoring the start of their first official mission.

Meanwhile, Rokkit went into the lockers to grab his things. He went to look for his locket, but wasn't really sure which one it was. He was still trying to learn how to read the basic language, and at best knows what his name is suppose to be spelled like. So when he eventually found his locker Rokkit door the door off and proceeded to grab his things. A headset, which he'd have to hammer into his helmet, a badge which he slapped on top of his armor, the PDA which he also just slapped onto his helmet, and a suit. It was a big one fitted for him, but Rokkit liked his armor as is, so he simply opted to take the pants and jacket and wrap it over his shoulders like a cape. This part he was having some difficulty with, since his hands weren't quite finesse enough to tie a knot and he was seriously debating just bolting his uniform to his armor, like everything else he had grabbed with him. [color=ed1c24]"Goddamn humies making things hard fer an ork like me..."[/color]