Pulling into an actual ‘Mech bay again felt good. A sign of things looking up. Proper maintenance. Spare parts, even? Not having to climb damp, sketchy-ass scaffolding that had been rusting for gods know how long to get in and out of the BattleMech! Following the usual after sortie ritual of scrubbing off a crust of sweat, noting down kills, assists and ‘probables’, way too many for her liking given the nature of the fight, changing and shoving BattleROM tapes into a bag to turn over to the Colonel, Marit took a minute to stand atop Archie and take in the view of their new home before climbing down to earth to debrief with the tech crew.

“The smeg is this?” Lister asked in lieu of a greeting before she could get hers out, scooping up a bit of the leftover mud from Archie’s foot before throwing it at Rimmer, far away enough to miss, but close enough to make him flinch.
[color=76D0FF]”Nice to see you too Dave, and we don’t talk about that. Find a hose.”[/color] She handed Lovett a scrap of paper with component run times and leaned against the bay’s support, [color=76D0FF]”Actually managed to stay far away from everything for most of the mission so the armor is fine, but the missile racks are almost empty. The DI computer didn’t report any flooding during the river crossings. Any news from the other teams?”[/color]
“Wyatt and the duchess arrived a while ago.” Lister informed her, the man chronically incapable of and long past even attempting to pronounce Ingrid’s last name. “No idea when the debrief is happening, not my problem. New barracks are that way. We’ve put all your stuff there, there’s even a shower.”
“The horror, right, Lister?”
“Drop dead, Rimmer. Anyway, it’s easy to find, it’s right beside a garbage mound.” He grinned at his own joke.
“Better watch out for the locals, some of them look and talk like they’ve been boning their sisters since the Star League.”
“Plus we’ve been warned about equipment theft by Cassandra.” Lovett added a more factual warning to Rimmer’s, “Don’t leave anything valuable out of sight, even nailed down, they literally have crowbars for that.”
Nodding along and dismissed by Lovett, Marit grabbed the tapes and set out to find the Mobile HQ, warming herself with the thought of vaporizing a Crimson Fists lance with the stolen - Tactically acquired! - warhead. After that, she’d see about two mission-critical things: lunch and that cockpit fridge…