Minuet "Disco" Yan's page

Disco clomps her heavy booted feet down the metal stairs of the dropship hold. She skips the last couple of stairs and lands with a dull thud on a landing that's just about cockpit-level with her 'mech.

I could literally stand up and stretch in that bore of that cannon. She grins before remembering the way a similar cannon in her old Victor tore a clanner elemental to shreds before her eyes. There was nothing left. Poor toad. "But what do you expect when you swoop in acting like the second coming?" She shakes her head and runs down the rest of the steps.

Once at the 65-ton humanoid battlemech's feet, she plugs her computer into the diagnostic port and runs a full systems check for the millionth time. She glances up and smiles at Gopher as she fiddles with her tank's power capacitors, but looks away quickly before the woman takes it as an invitation for conversation. Never did get along too good with girls around my age. That salty old tech is more my speed. Stupid Word of Blake. They're crazier than the Clans. ComStar should have dealt with their psuedo-religious nuts when the rest of the Inner Sphere recovered from the big Third war with that memory core find. It isn't magic, it's science. She takes off her Team Banzai cap and scratches her head. The computer deeps, alerting her that the electrical system, magnetic engine shielding, and sensors are all green. She acknowledges the report and has the system begin checking all motive equipment.

"Isway igpay atinlay okayway? asks Disco innocently. As soon as Theo turns she sticks her tongue out and blows a silent raspberry.

Sprawled in a high-backed chair in the office, with one over-sized combat booted foot gently bouncing over the arm of the chair is a petite woman with her face in her comm. "Stupid snake, come on, eat the pellet..." the young woman mutters. Basketball shorts, long purple socks, and a black t-shirt from some obscure band from the Capellan March cover her rail-thin body, and a blue Team Banzai hat rests atop her black pageboy hair. When the Precentor and Adept arrive, she does not seem to notice, and indeed continues to mutter as she navigates her digital snake across her screen. And yet, Minuet Yan, call sign "Disco", is not the petulant teenaged girl she appears to be.

Joining this unit was not part of her life plan, but then again, she's never been one for plans. She can already tell that fact will not endear her to her new employer or his pet Kuritan. Ugh, just get a room you two, she thinks when she glances up from her game to see them standing rigidly as if this was something serious.

At least they don't seem to be creeps. Jury is out on the Capellan. She accidentally lets the snake wander into a street where it gets smooshed by a hover-truck. Oh, I think the phone-company guys are done talking. Am I supposed to say something? Yeesh, just show me what you want me to wreck. She clears her throat. Not to speak, just because she's been sitting around a while doing nothing.

Is everyone looking at me? "Oh, uh, yeah, hot drop, sure. Right? Is that right?" she squints at the older tech woman.