Wildcat

((hi hi to everyone, I'm the freash meat hehe, this is a joint roleplay between Atz and myself just took place today)) <Atzel> ::Atzel is laying on a roller board in the old dusty hanger, under the left engine nasel of the Avenger... since it was a long time since this base ever had any craft in its service, the hanger has largely fallen in disrepair. There's a toolbox on the floor next to her, marked "Malarkey" with red letters written on a strip of duct tape. She's wearing dark blue coveralls... next to the toolbox is a small ghettoblaster, belting out "Wasting my Hate" by Metallic <Diana_Talcor> ::Diana walks into the hanger, her pack slung over one shoulder and she looks around hearing the music and grins slightly as she walks further in:: Well at least someone has decent taste in music around here <Atzel> ::Is busy tinkering with something under the engine... an oil splattered hand comes out and grabs a hammer, putting a spanner back into the toolbox and she gives something a few wacks. "Glad you think so, mystery girl" says Atzel in her Londoner English and takes the spanner back again:: <Diana_Talcor> ::walks over and looks over the Avenger nad whistles lowly:: I thought they took these things out of service, and the name's Diana, I was told to report down here after basic training <Atzel> This baby? You oughta be kidding me... its the best craft we got... they are thinking about replacing it with those MarSec Valkyries, but they don't got half the firepower.. and that's what counts, innit? <Diana_Talcor> of course it does, after all, if you outgun your enemy you win <Atzel> ::Rolls out from other the engine and look up at Diana with a scarred but grinning face, taking off her work glove and offers Diana her hand "Well... good for you private, you're in the coolest outfit on Earth. I'm corporal Atzel Evander... people call me "Malarkey":: <Atzel> ::Looks completely innocent when she says "... but I have no idea why..." <Diana_Talcor> ::takes Atzels hadn in her free one:: Diana Talcor, but most know me better as Wildcat, at least from the corp..and the coolest outfit hmm..I'll be the judge of that..but tis a step in teh right direction sicne I got assigned her ::grins:: <Atzel> ::Smiles and shakes the hand before she rolls in under the engine again "Hah. And that _I'll_ be the judge off... hmm... damn nut" she rolls out again and smiles apologetically "Sorry, wasn't talking about you. The bolt 'n nut kinda nut." and rolls in under again.:: <Atzel> Well.... I guess you can see why I'm called Malarkey.. my shrink says its a defense mechanism, a way to supress stress... buncha crap if you ask me. This isn't very stressing, innit? <Diana_Talcor> ::puts her bag down and leans down looking under the engine:: Need a hand, I'm a bit of a tinkerer? ::chuckles:: well, Wildcat fits me more than you will probly know..stupid shrinks, they just spout off some nonsense crap and suppose to make you think your feelign better <Atzel> I just like to... talk. What about you? I mean, not talking... "Wildcat"... what's that about? <Atzel> ::Grumbles "Well, I don't feel any better about it... and if you could find a greaser, I'd be much obliged" <Diana_Talcor> Well..this ::motions to the old bullet wound on her tomach near the tattoo:: the story behind this earned me the name and a greaser, no problem ::she turns and digs through teh toolbox to find one:: <Atzel> ::Rolls out slightly, propping herself up on one elbow "Hotshot, eh? Check it out..." she pulls her trouser leg up, displaying a burn scar "plasma rifle bolt at 50 yards... and this..." she points to the scars on her cheeks "fragmental grenade, blew up in my face.. got that grease gun?" <Diana_Talcor> ::hads the grease gun to Atzel:: nice, well, machine gun, giving covering fire for a pinned squad ::grins:: of course, others came up with thier own reasons to call me Wildcat ::laughs some:: <Atzel> ::Artistically raises one finely shaped eyebrow as she takes the greasegun and rolls in under the engine, applying it to some moving part inside and then starts putting the bolt back "Really?" she says from underneath and then she rolls out, sitting up on the board and gets a bottle of coke out of a pocket, unscrewing the cork "Such as?" <Diana_Talcor> :grins and alughs:: Now that would be telling, and you know what they say..if it happens after hours..don't ask, don't tell ::grins and glances around:: so are you the only one with a decent taste in music? <Atzel> ::Chuckles into her cola and grins, leaning back against the fuselage "Ah, I see... likes a drink, likes an other drink, likes a third drink and then some action? Yeah, me too, some days.." she shrugs "not really sure about the others.. I'm more or less the only that victimise people to my music:: <Diana_Talcor> ::grins:: Well crank it up some more, not liek anyoen aruodn here to complain...And just when do we get to see some action, they said that this unit needed some additional personell <Atzel> Its gotten... political. I can't really tell you, you know, if the whole thing is called off we'll be posted at other places and its kind of classified information.. you know <Atzel> ::Offers an apologetic smile as she cranks the volume up a bit:: <Diana_Talcor> bah..politics..they ruin everythng <Atzel> ::Grins "True, that... hmm...." she looks around and then shouts "bored" and hops to her feets, packing her tools and boombox up "C'mon, lets go say "hi" to the rest of the gang.. just beware of Daniel "Jacko" Jackson.. I think, well, I suspect that "Jacko" could be derived from his last name and Wacko:: <Diana_Talcor> sounds good to me ::picks up her bag and swings it over her shoulder:: And well..I had to deal with wackos before, so I know how to handle them <Atzel> ::Smiles and leads the way, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder "This way, private... ehm.. and if he starts going on about lobsters, or, telling you all his best "yo mama" jokes.. just... I donno, smile and nod? Works for me..." <Diana_Talcor> Oh...I can't just shoot him? ::grins as she walks along with Atzel:: I don't mean anything fatal of course. <Atzel> Heh.. when it comes to Jacko, anything short of decapitaion is non-lethal.. amazing at recovering, that man.