[center][h3][color=aaaaaa]Katrina Blut[/color][/h3][color=aaaaaa][b]Location:[/b][/color] Dropship port[/center][hr]Unlike others, Kat has arrived to the dropship in relatively high spirits. If there was one thing worse than getting your ass kicked piloting a Battle'Mech, it was having to drive an Agri'Mech afterwards. She imagined this was how combat pilots felt once they left the service and were made to fly airliners. [color=aaaaaa]'I used to be a god, you know?'[/color] kind of feeling. That was why she signed up when she heard about the state sponsoring new merc bands, really. She did not mind if she spent the rest of her days in the repair bay, as long as she was closer to a battle and as far away as she could from any barns and cows and pitchforks. With her age, she was entirely fine taking to the field with a tractor and dragging a few 'Mech corpses home to cannibalize. That said, if she got a chance to drive a proper 'Mech again... Who was she to say no? Not that she expected to be given a pilot seat, looking like she was seventy and limping around.

The recruiter was priceless though. After the entire 'Blah blah blah Republic, blah blah blah Mercs, blah blah blah state interest. Blah blah blah.' speech, his face when he checked her credentials and found out she was fifteen years his service senior and her last rank outranked him was priceless. He first tried to recruit her back to her old post, and when he failed, tried to save face with something along the lines 'Well, the regulars don't take cripples anyway', to which she responded with [color=aaaaaa]"Yarrr, me peg leg can still kick yer booty down to Davy Jones' Locker!"[/color] After that, she got promptly ushered through.

That said, her enthusiasm was sustaining fire when she looked at the steaming pile of ship they were to call home for the foreseeable future. A black fucking eagle. Where did they did this piece of scrap, in the museum? That spaceframe must be composed of fatigue cracks and repair jobs by now, and none of the original parts could still be present. Right? "Well, at least I won't run out of things to do anytime soon..." She grunted as she stepped up the ramp, looking at the faces she passed by that likewise expressed various degree of disapporval at the ship's state.