Battletech: Planet's Fall

Probably every one was sleeping this time of night. The young mechwarrior decided to come to the hangars and see the damage and probably free the mind of unwarranted thoughts. The Penguin had also brought the guitar and the tools. The young Alex looked around and shook the head. First decided to play the guitar.

The shift back to gravity was taking some time to get used to. Sleep was elusive, so Samara went down to the hangars to see to her lance's mechs.

At least, that's what she told herself. She was really there to just see one.

Standing at the foot of the Warhammer and looking up, even she couldn't hide the beginnings of a smile. That missile launcher. Those PPCs. The nose art: a soaring vulture against a blood red sun.

The guitar music, though, took her out of her daydreaming. Giving her mech one last look, she went to go see what that music was about.

Samara following the music will find Alex sitting playing guitar. The mech behind the pilot was a crusader but not the one owned by the pilot. The Penguin looked up and saw Samara and smiled. "Hey."

"Hey." Samara replied.

The silence stretched a long moment.

"Nice tune. Gonna keep playing?"

"If you want. We can chat and I can play unless you want me to stop." Alex smiled. "I also take petitions. Any thing you would like to listen?"

"No, I...music isn't really something I know. I just listen to it. So, whatever's good."

Samara responded awkwardly. Truthfully, but awkwardly all the same.

"Not many have a musical aptitude. It is good to recognize one's limitations." Alex smiled "So what brings you to the hangar's this late night?"