03-28-2016, 04:12 PM
//This thread isn't necessarily open only to the VWA, but if you'd like to participate, ask me on Skype first and we'll work something out. Anyone with any relation to Jepsen or the old RV is encouraged to do so.
Matthäus sat on the bench in Kaiserslautern's hangar bay, his knees spread wide and his forearms resting on his thighs. Fidgeting with an unlit cigarette out of habit, he clearly had a hard time resisting the years-old reflex to light it – a busy mech room with lots of vapor and leaky fuel tubes in it would be just about the worst possible place to do that. His battered bomber sat haphazardly propped up against some empty crates, and an LWB man was already busy pulling the hull plates off with a magnetic debolter. He hated to be rid of it, but flying an IMG ship under the Widerstand's flag wouldn't accomplish anything besides raising all the wrong eyebrows, and probably getting him killed after an engine failure. The proper parts for repairs would be too expensive to acquire on the meager income of a revolutionary – even as a mercenary under the Guild's employ, he'd had enough trouble keeping things in order, and he was far from a sterling mechanic.
"You know, Aktivist," Alexander said as he clapped his hand on Matthäus's shoulder, "a Cutlass isn't half bad. It won't be that great of a loss."
"I just hate to be rid of anything that's served me well," Matthäus replied. "The Nanda may be slow, but she took plenty of beatings for me. I'm wary of these older designs. They may have had plenty of time to be tested, but anything that's got its origins so far out of Rheinland just... doesn't sit right with me. I'll get used to it, though."
Matthäus sat on the bench in Kaiserslautern's hangar bay, his knees spread wide and his forearms resting on his thighs. Fidgeting with an unlit cigarette out of habit, he clearly had a hard time resisting the years-old reflex to light it – a busy mech room with lots of vapor and leaky fuel tubes in it would be just about the worst possible place to do that. His battered bomber sat haphazardly propped up against some empty crates, and an LWB man was already busy pulling the hull plates off with a magnetic debolter. He hated to be rid of it, but flying an IMG ship under the Widerstand's flag wouldn't accomplish anything besides raising all the wrong eyebrows, and probably getting him killed after an engine failure. The proper parts for repairs would be too expensive to acquire on the meager income of a revolutionary – even as a mercenary under the Guild's employ, he'd had enough trouble keeping things in order, and he was far from a sterling mechanic.
"You know, Aktivist," Alexander said as he clapped his hand on Matthäus's shoulder, "a Cutlass isn't half bad. It won't be that great of a loss."
"I just hate to be rid of anything that's served me well," Matthäus replied. "The Nanda may be slow, but she took plenty of beatings for me. I'm wary of these older designs. They may have had plenty of time to be tested, but anything that's got its origins so far out of Rheinland just... doesn't sit right with me. I'll get used to it, though."