Corporal Hall was in the hanger as well, working her mech back up in the repair bay. One of the arms had been blasted off in the last major battle by Edon artillery, and the mechanics had called her in for the final tests (which they'd only now gotten around to now that they'd arrived in Calignac; a sign of how overworked they already were) before they cleared it to go. The low thrum of the engine again echoed through the hanger as she brought the arm around gently, moving it through the cleared test areas around her, then through progressively more quick motions, checking both precision and testing. Confident in its movements, she locked the controls, then leaned out of the cockpit and gave the mechanics a thumbs-up - with the noise from the engines, speech wouldn't have been audible. They gave her the same gesture in reply; with everything clear up there, her mech was good to go. All that was left was to power down for them to close up the armor.
Still, as she began the power-down procedures, she couldn't help but reflect on what had happened since the battle. Getting transferred to some fresh formation did not appeal to her, especially since she had been with the 8th, which had been one of the first brigades on the beachheads. Worse, it meant that she had been left her behind the lines while all of her comrades were fighting and dying for Terralbia. Intellectually, she knew why it had happened; with her mech just damaged enough to be unusable while not being damaged enough to be marked as a complete loss, and with the new mechs earmarked already for other pilots as quickly as they came out of the factories, another pilot with a working mech had been rotated into her slot and the 8th had gone on ahead while she had been left to rot away in staging. Emotionally, however, it was still galling, the more-so with the fact that the other formations assigned here had been sent on ahead just before their arrival.
She flipped the last switches, bringing the suit down, and flipped the sling out. As she dropped down from the cockpit to the ground, she glanced up at the mech. Still, it was a good partner, and it wasn't like they'd be left in staging forever. All that mattered was that the others did their jobs, and that she did hers.
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