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The static build up in the air reached a climax before the unit shut down with a loud and violent roar. Holly sighed as she placed the cable that she had just ripped from a socket, to stop the mech's pressure disruptor from firing.
Still... At least a damaged cable was better than whatever the weapon happened to target imploding from the sudden rise in air pressure.

Holly dropped from the arm of her mech, 8 or so feet to the ground to be precise. She scowled at mess that was the pressure disruptor. A shock round had pierced the weapon directly. She had had no choice but to shut it down. Hearing the commotion froom the other side of the garage, she smiled. Another pilot had managed to get on the wrong side of Lillian.

Holly really needed Lillian's advice. Though it was most likely better to leave her alone for a few minutes to cool off first.

((Gorman, you can choose to or not to, and when Randall appears to give you some help.)))

A plastic cup bounced off the inner window, near the door of her office. Lillian had watched it, but she didn't see it land. Something through the window had caught her eye, an regular client of the garage. Her eyes widened and she hurried out of the office, closing the door quickly behind her.
"Oh, Hi!" she said, suddenly realizing that she couldn't put a name to the face she reconized so readily. "Are you still driving that old SHAM?" She asked, smiling.

((SHAM, she says 'sham' the word, but it referring to 'stealth heavy assault mech'. Your mech image has it looking like a much older model than the others posted in profiles.)))

"Aww... you sure I don't get to remake it?" she asked while smiling. It was difficult to not laugh about Strakhov's mechanized unit almost being destroyed. "Well, did the shock rounds get any direct hits in, or did they just jostle the unit?" she asked, beginning to figure out a solution already. Another 'favorite wench' had appeared on her tool belt, which didn't have enough weight to pull downward. Lillian walked past Holly, towards the mech. She made a point to not look at Strakhov, and assumed Holly was following her. "I think I'll try running a diagnostic test on it."

"Well are shards of metal embedded in the armour. So i guess that it took a direct hit, or two. I'll power it up for the diag if you want. You'll need someone there to shut it down if it decides to charge up the disruptor again." Holly overtook Lilly before grabbing ahold of the underside of one of the unit's arms. She hoisted herself up with little effort at all. Holly balanced along the arm before scrambling up over the top of the mech to reach the main hatch. There was a hiss as it depressurised and the hatch swung up. "I'll boot up the preliminary systems first. I won't bring the weapons systems online unless you need them to be on." Holly held herself over the hatch before lowering herself down into the cockpit. Her unit had been built well. The cockpit was comfortable, but it still had all it needed for it's job. The hatch closed above Holly with a second hiss. The 3 screens that surrounded her flashed into life. Showing her a panoramic view of the garage, with on-screen displays. Showing information about the various parts of the mech and targeting information.

A microphone on the outside relayed Lilly's speech into the cockpit of the mech. One of the orange globes that was one of the unit's many targeting modules, seemed to turn to look at Lilly. In reality it was focusing the camera on Lilly. Holly slid a pair of space-age goggles onto her head. She flicked through the database of the mech before turning on the cockpit microphone so that Lilly could hear her words. "Yeah... I have a set here on the mainframe. I'll get the holographic projecter running so i can beam them out."

Holly turned her head to look at a different screen. The mech following suite by turning it's targeting sensors to face the direction. There was a flash of light as the schematics appeared in 3D just infront of Lilly, "Point out where the damage is, i'll mark it on the plans."

Holly nodded and marked down the positions that Lilly indicated. Seeing her move towards the cockpit, she flicked a switch before removing a small disk from a slot on the control panel. She motioned with her eyes, a loud hissing filled the air as the hatch slowly opened. The seat Holly was sat on moved upwards via means of a hydraullic ram. The seat stopped when Holly's head came clear of the hatch. She waved the disk at Lilly before saying, "If you want, just disconnect the disruptor and put on the old particle seperator i left around here the last time i came in for a service. I'm not likely to see active combat for a while. The brigands that we've been skirmishing with are starting to loose their nerve."

Holly laughed, "Just untill you managed to sort the disruptor out. I wouldn't get rid of it, it's too useful. The damage it can do to other mechs..." Holly took the disk from her, slotting it back into the control panel. "Though i'm likely to get it back with a load of other useful upgrades i won't know about."

Strakhov looked down at the man, who was preoccupied with his beeping handheld. He sighed, and said, "Just attach the balance braces at the bottom of the ladder, and go see what your irritable boss wants, eh?" Randall looked up and nodded his head gratefully, an scampered away to the opposite mech bay, where Saire was working. Strakhov sadly shook his head, feeling bad for Randall, but mentally slapped himself to focus. He lowered the blast shield on his welding gear, and turned the high powered focus beam on, beginning to cut away the ruined metal. It fell to the ground haphazardly, with loud noises, but Strakhov continued cutting away, oblivious. Every once in a while he cut and seal some of the ever present wires, and sometimes he replace on of the previously-removed coils into it's socket and attatched. He then shocked it with a probe until it hummed to life with electrical energy.

He grinned happily as he finished the reconstruction of the main arm. He looked over and grimaced at the other, but decided to leave it for now. He went behind the metal behemoth, and attached a large, thick power cord to it's outlet, and back coils also hummed to life. It "eyes" lit up, but their was o sign of power flow to the right arm, or the legs. He sighed wearily, and gathered his gear. Wish I wasn't such an a**, he thought to himself, then Saire would be helping me, and I wouldn't have burns on my burns and calluses on my calluses. There's even some callused burns! He sighed again and began working.