Meet the Spy (D1 EN Base Camp)

[Krisztofer Amasi]

"That 'punishable by death' bit is very off-putting. Only the rich can afford to buy a pass to let them go in and out of Drac space."

He stops as she lets out her mysterious statement.

"Someone you used to know...?" He crossed his arms, looking both sceptical and defensive. "... Who was that?"

[Yori Hakamada]

"That 'punishable by death' bit is very off-putting. Only the rich can afford to buy a pass to let them go in and out of Drac space."

He stops as she lets out her mysterious statement.

"Someone you used to know...?" He crossed his arms, looking both sceptical and defensive. "... Who was that?"

"Myself, obviously"
Looking up at him.

"Do not seem surprised, obviously you lack my good looks or charisma. But I am reminded of that same defiant spirit."
Deadpan "I am a very emotional person"
Gesturing at herself
"When I was your age if my planet was conquered by the Lyrans or the Suns I would have taken up arms without a thought. I would have risked my life in a similar, but maybe slightly more effective manner. And I would have hoped to go back to a normal life afterwards."

[Krisztofer Amasi]

The rush of new information that followed was... something. Yes, definitely something. Kris uncrossed his arms. He was still processing. "Well, I'm flattered, but how old do you think I am?"

[Yori Hakamada]

The rush of new information that followed was... something. Yes, definitely something. Kris uncrossed his arms. He was still processing. "Well, I'm flattered, but how old do you think I am?"

Yori peers at Kris and slowly walks around him in a circle examining every part of the spy.
"I am completely confident you are aged between 16 and 54."

[Krisztofer Amasi]

He immediately puts his head in his hands. "I really hope not all the others in your company are like you." He was losing faith that the world would be retaken after all.

[Yori Hakamada]

He immediately puts his head in his hands. "I really hope not all the others in your company are like you." He was losing faith that the world would be retaken after all.

Yori blinks twice
"I apologise...I really believed you were within that age bracket. I am not very good with faces. If it helps most of the company is not like me, they are normal."
A slight pause
"Well, not normal, most are wildly eccentric. But we are all eccentric in different ways. Do you know that the Angels have several veterans of Solaris present in the company? That is a world you must have heard of, so you can infer our superior quality from that."

[Krisztofer Amasi]

"I'm thirty one."

He makes a pained noise as he lowers his arms.

"There are a lot of Solaris gladiators. Most don't amount to much." Kris responds dubiously. "The others I spoke to before seemed a lot more normal." He adds, quietly.

[Yori Hakamada]

"I'm thirty one."

He makes a pained noise as he lowers his arms.

"There are a lot of Solaris gladiators. Most don't amount to much." Kris responds dubiously. "The others I spoke to before seemed a lot more normal." He adds, quietly.

"Thirty One? Oh good, so I am older than you. You moisturize well."
As for the gladiators
"But what about those who survive long enough to leave with their own mech and join a mercenary company? If you examine the standard success rate of that group you will note a 3.5%, which is statistically significant, increase in winnings versus those who do not survive."

Staring at the spy intently
"We do have some normal people. Our commander is normal, and our staff sergeant is normal and...one moment.."
Yori is mentally running through the roster.
"Bob who helps out in accounting is fairly mundane....Suzy is unremarkable for a mechtech. I am sure each of them could happily discuss normal topics like family, sports, the weather and summar-, and other subjects with you if you wish."

[Krisztofer Amasi]

"... I question your statistics."

He listens to Yori drone on about the normal members of the company. What did the woman want? Perhaps he should ask...

Kris held up a hand. "Do you need something from me? You're very, err, talkative." He lowered it and studied her back. "I don't understand why you're telling me all this."

[Yori Hakamada]

"... I question your statistics."

He listens to Yori drone on about the normal members of the company. What did the woman want? Perhaps he should ask...

Kris held up a hand. "Do you need something from me? You're very, err, talkative." He lowered it and studied her back. "I don't understand why you're telling me all this."

"I am encouraging you. You displayed concern regarding the abilities of the Obsidian Angels, so I am providing a variety of facts and statistics to assuage those concerns. Such as the fact that our company's gunnery is above average for mercenary groups operating at our size level."

Yori's encouraging face is just more blank staring.
"If you feel encouraged then I can leave you to your duties."
Ominously
"Do you feel encouraged?"

[Krisztofer Amasi]

"Yes. Somewhat." Kris admits with some reluctance. "So, thank you, I suppose." He runs a hand through his hand and smiles awkwardly. "What big mech do you pilot ma'am?"

[Yori Hakamada]

"Yes. Somewhat." Kris admits with some reluctance. "So, thank you, I suppose." He runs a hand through his hand and smiles awkwardly. "What big mech do you pilot ma'am?"

"A Crusader 3K...one of several in the company actually. They are most recognizable by the large collars on their wrists. It is a good mech, despite the extreme danger piloting one entails."

[Krisztofer Amasi]

"Because everyone is shooting at you?" Kris asks. He knew little about battlemechs, other than they were scary warmachines.

[Yori Hakamada]

"Because everyone is shooting at you?" Kris asks. He knew little about battlemechs, other than they were scary warmachines.

"That...certainly contributes to the danger. But consider a high explosive missile striking your track, that would be bad. Now consider it setting off several hundred of said missiles which were stored inside your truck. That is, I believe, worse. That is what it is like to pilot a mech with a lot of missiles."

[Krisztofer Amasi]

"It's like an Archer then? I've seen one of those." Kris replies, trying to put his limited knowledge to use. "Aren't mechs heavily armoured?"

[Yori Hakamada]

"It's like an Archer then? I've seen one of those." Kris replies, trying to put his limited knowledge to use. "Aren't mechs heavily armoured?"

Yori stares at Kris as half her brains tries to violently explain it is not, but the other more generous half wants to its it's similar.
"That...is also a mech."
Compromise is at last reached.
"They are, extremely so. But they are mostly heavily armed with the sort of weapons which can eventually punch through said armour. Some of them use weapons the size of your vehicle, it can be rather significant when they land a hit."

[Krisztofer Amasi]

"Uh huh... better be the one that strikes first then. Er, good luck out there." He smiles stiffly. "In combat."

[Yori Hakamada]

"Uh huh... better be the one that strikes first then. Er, good luck out there." He smiles stiffly. "In combat."

"Thank you, I will be trying hard not to die."
She nods
"I will leave you to your debriefing. Please also do try not to die. And if you require assistance in the future you may ask and I will consider it."

[Krisztofer Amasi]

"Thanks. I'm actually going to head to the biggest dropship and get a room there. I just wanted to warm up and have a drink first before crossing the snow."

[Yori Hakamada]

"Thanks. I'm actually going to head to the biggest dropship and get a room there. I just wanted to warm up and have a drink first before crossing the snow."

"Good, it is important to keep your core temperature with an acceptable range. I hope you find a nice room there."
Yori turns to leave but pauses by the vehicle's door
"Have you been onboard a dropship before?"