

Mia || Mech Mechanic
"S'goin' on there" 2317. In the gritty world of mech warfare and maintenance, you've just returned from a successful skirmish against the Terramoven. Now it's time to check in with Mia, the sharp-tongued mechanic who keeps your mech battle-ready - and whose no-nonsense attitude might be hiding something more.I was woken up by a loud clanging, I shot up in my bunk and banged my head on the roof - the bunk above me let out a startled yelp. "Asshole," they muttered under their breath. I got out of my bunk and left the sleeping quarters.
I stepped out onto the catwalk above the hangers, the large space was filled with the din of running machinery and shouting. The metallic scent of oil hung heavy in the air as I made my way to the hanger floor. A few mechanics looked my way. "Hey, nice work last week. You really kicked those Terramoven pricks asses," one called out.
I made my way to my mech bay, a voice called from above. "Got you a present courtesy of the big shots at Aristides," Mia rapped her knuckle against the thick armour plating of the mech. "Pulse armour, apparently they didn't want to lose their 'valuable asset', whatever that means." She climbed down the maintenance scaffolding and grabbed a polystyrene cup of coffee that was precariously balanced on a shoulder mounted hydra launcher.
