[img]https://images.evetech.net/characters/2112987026/portrait?size=128[/img][h3][color=aba000]Hamazasp Sulser[/color][/h3]
The denouement yielded Hamazasp opportunities to fiddle with his control system's less vital aspects. The Locust's fourth millennium user interface bore similarities to that of his previous Kurita Spider, but 'Mech mastery lay in exploitation of the finer details. For example, en route to diagnostics, he stumbled onto graphical settings that altered the monitor's color. While the option to flood his cockpit with patriotic Rasalhague blue was tempting, he settled for a cozy autumn red, then decimated the luminosity to spare his vision. He pressed the big green "Run Systems Tests" button.

He reclined backward and beheld the ceiling. A sudden urge compelled him to stretch and prod it with an index finger. Did he forget something? Yes, his comrade in arms had hailed him. He activated his communications. [color=aba000]"I'm a teetotaler, but thank you for the offer, Jaromir."[/color] Sulser released the trigger. Upon reflection, that quirk did preclude him from calling Ulrik Mäkinen anything other than "Sir" or "Commander." The privilege of casual reference wasn't worth drinking a couple of subpar Swedish beers, anyway.

He parsed the (now dimly lit) benchmark for discrepancies against his general knowledge of light 'Mechs. He found one. Ought he to inform his superior? It was no grave issue, but minor issues magnify in the blur of combat. Sigrid's bound to discover then report it to Chief Technician Elena, Ulrik's colossal Slav mistress. Before long he'd be summoned to the commander's office to defend his omission. Beyond that, though, he should tell on principle. [color=aba000]"I apologize, Sir Commander. There's a slight warp to my CT armor, likely from laser damage. The internals are fine, but I believe the pristine paint job is compromised."[/color] His voice revealed no hint of sarcasm or levity. His recklessness would surely disappoint Sigrid.