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!cBEvEK4Lak 02/02/12(Thu)17:28 No.17779783>>17779614 You head over to Sub-Block C, the engineering block. As soon as you get there, you duck to avoid getting your head taken off by an errant Mobile Suit arm. Looking at its source, you see a couple of engineers flinch away from a bullet lodged in the elbow joint of the GM that owns the arm. One of them spots you, and gulps.
"Uh, sorry miss. Didn't mean to nearly get you there."
"It's alright," you say, breathing shallowly from shock. One of the engineers, a young man, not much older than you, hops down, walking over to you.
"Hey, you're the civvie we picked up! Welcome to the Trafalgar! I'm Ben, and that's Jerry." He points at the older, bearded gentleman, who waves halfheartedly, focused on the MS's joint.
"Nice to meet you," you say politely. "I was wondering if I could check on my machine?"
"Sure thing," Ben says, pointing you towards the hangar, which is just up the stairs. "There were a few dings from the Oggo attack, but that thing is solid. We just had to hammer them out." You nod, thanking him.
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You walk down the stairs, where you find your Elmeth sitting there, practically untouched. The paint isn't even scratched. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turn, catching sight of a large pile of scrap to your immediate right as you begin to go back up.
YOU GOT A TON OF SCRAP METAL!
As you go back through Engineering, Ben stops you. "Hey, you're probably getting hungry. We're going to the mess in about 30 minutes. Care to join us?"
>>17779733 You're planning to go and meet the captain now, but you're free after that.
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