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Hopping down from the lowering platform ahead of the machinists and engineers who had just finished their initial inspect of his Rust Bolt. Marcel was eager to inspect what remained of the damaged new model Titan Knight that had been dragged back alongside his own upon return. Wondering at the shape of her crew and just how badly the weapon had been damaged. Walking at a pace of double time, he quickly approached the machine on ground level. Looking up at the chassis of the Knight know affectionately as, the Prinz Eugen, by the twin duo that piloted it.
Immediately registering the numerous holes dotting the torn apart arms and legs, the mangled circuitry beneath that had been strewn outside its protective shell, and the covering of blood from her enemies. It would not be a simple matter of repairs, even that he could understand. Expecting it to take several operations just to see it up and bound again, he gave a sigh of pity and disappointment.
Searching afterward for her hopeful crew, his quest was soon abandoned after he learned the Kramers as they were known had not yet returned. Not knowing of when they might come to inspect the craft, Marcel thought instead to visit those who had came back battered and beaten from the front line. With a quick visit to the infirmary, he greeted several in casts, and others who were still unconscious. These were the ones who were able to make it back alive, or in one piece. The fortunate few.
Hoping to take their minds off the situation they found themselves in he entertained them with vain and cliche jokes, detailing the news of the resulting battle and promises of new advances in the form of his well know "victory tomorrow "speeches. Soon turning their anguish away from themselves and toward him, he was asked by the nurse staff to leave as the soldiers needed their rest, from both the front and his ramblings. Returning to Hanger three once more.
He casually eyed the upright Titan Knights as they stood waiting patiently, for their future operations. Stopping at his own and seeing that minor repairs had already begun, he sensed the eyes of someone on him from afar. Looking around slowly, he eventually spotted the black headed beauty he had met eyes with at the start of their operation, merely hours before. Feeling it was her who had been staring from afar and sensing something familiar in her gaze he strolled over to her as she returned to inspecting her equipment.
"Pardon. But I believe we met earlier this morning. Yes? Introductions were kept rather short given the impending run. Master Sergeant Marcel Lazard." An outstretched hand offered a formal introduction as the Old Man continued to speak, hopeful of conversation. "Nice to see one understanding the importance of maintenance. You have to fine a man here at times to get anything done."
@Akashi