Colonel's Quarters
Dropship Bay 13-06a
Capella
Capellan Confederaton
December 15, 3053
Klaus knocked lightly and entered Colonel Atayde's small private office, he was expected. For some reason he couldn't ever quite identify, Klaus always felt intimidated by this room. It wasn't the man. Sure, Kato was an excellent CO, 'lead from the front' type of guy. More importantly, he was willing to put in the long hours signing purchase requisitions, reviewing personnel assignments, overseeing the never-ending minutiae and red tape that running this outfit required. Always trying to squeeze 30 hours into a 24-hour day, that was the Colonel.
Respected, yes, certainly deserving of that. But intimidating? No. They'd known each other too long for that. Too many fights covering the other's back, too many long patrols with shared MRE's quickly heated over a camp stove. Too many funerals, and tears, and memories of lost friends. That's how it always ends up. Eventually, Klaus knew they'd be on opposite sides of that equation. One to remember, one just a memory.
No, the problem was the room. Was it the sparse furnishings, how they subtly gave off an air of being more valuable than a light mech? Perhaps it was the scent. Instead of the expected machine oil, stale air, and other common offensive smells you learned to ignore on a dropship, this office was out of place. Sandalwood, tung oil, jasmine. It was more akin to the ornate government offices on Capella that Klaus had seen over the past couple months. Of course, maybe it was simply that whenever he came to this office, it wasn't a social call. It was because there was a problem, yet another problem.
The Colonel looked up from desk, framed in the glow from his desk lamp. No overhead fluorescent lighting in here, the only room on the ship with that distinction. "What's up Klaus?"
His barely hidden wry grin betrayed that he already knew why Klaus was here, and of course he did. You didn't keep the books in the black in a mercenary outfit without knowing things before you were told about them.
"Colonel"
"Kato", the colonel insisted. He always did. Klaus sighed and tugged at the grease and lubricant stained sleeve of his coveralls.
"Kato, the Black Knight has been, uh, not good." The colonel nodded, but didn't interrupt this time. "I had my best guy on it, but that machine... well, we've been doing basic maintenance on it since we scored it from that Star League cache, but clearly we needed to strip it down completely to discover the crap it was hiding and we never did until last month. We started pulling things apart to make changes, and it seemed like every access panel we opened was another nightmare!"
Klaus was pacing now, not that there was much room. Kato waited for him to finish, although none of this was news so far. Between reports from the XO, his own command lance, the chief of mechanics, and complaints from the factory, the mech was approaching legendary status at this point. Maybe the right word was infamous.
"One leg was completely packed with gunk, rotting and rusting, it's a wonder the mech was even able to walk. I've had other techs fabricating practically every single part in that leg from scratch just so we don't have to wait on another shipment of parts. And remember how the left hand was always a little twitchy, couldn't really grasp anything just right?" Kato nodded, Klaus had complained about the Black Knight's performance since he got it.
"Turns out there was a whole colony of tiny rodents in there, gnawing away on myomer fiber to keep their teeth nice and sharp, and dying and reproducing... and defecating, and..." Klaus trailed off for a moment, looking defeated and disgusted. "You just can't imagine the smell, you really can't. Two of the local techs just walked away from the job that day, wouldn't even accept bonus money to stay. That was only the beginning though, those hellions were fast and highly aggressive. We lost about 5 days quarantining that set of factory bays, including a few that I wasn't renting, while those nasty critters could be smoked out and exterminated. So, more lost time and lost money, the factory boss was not exactly happy about the small invasion we'd just unleashed. Brigitta wasn't too happy about needing to have her ear surgically repaired, or the shots that were required either.
"Don't worry, don't worry!" Klaus quickly interjected, "We got them all, we won't be seeing them again!"
Kato interrupted his old friend, "Klaus, has this story started approaching it's conclusion yet?" He gestured at the contract offers spread around his desk, "I've got a lot going on at the moment."
"Yea, yea, sorry Colonel, err Kato" Klaus corrected himself, stupid room, "Look, I've been round and round with the team, we've gone over every single detail and I've pushed them as hard as I reasonably can." Klaus held out his arms to display his own stained coveralls, his right hand still clutching the package he had brought with him, "I've been spending every day in there myself, doing what I can, although I think Brian wishes I'd just leave him to it." Kato knew Brian Flo was Crusher Lance's top tech, and taking this job pretty personally at this point.
"It comes down to this, we need until January 5th in the factory to get this done. We can clean up the remainder in a dropship bay, but if we leave before then the Black Knight will be going in crates and likely staying in them until we finish the next contract."
There it was, that's all Kato needed, a date. That's all this was going to come down to, but he knew Klaus needed to arrive at the destination on his own path.
"Alright, noted. I'll see what we can do."
Klaus nodded, "That's all I'm asking, thanks. I better get back to it." He started to grab the door handle, but then turned and set the package down on Kato's desk. "Almost forgot, that's for you."
Kato pulled aside a corner of the loose paper, and exhaled sharply, "Is that Timbiqui Dark?"
"Yes, it is, 3053 limited-edition," Klaus grinned.
"Well, well, well, very nice. Not saying it will factor into my decision, but it doesn't hurt." Klaus nodded appreciatively. Kato continued, "And actually, I've got something for you too". Kato chuckled lightly as he moved a few papers around on his desk, until he located a specific envelope. He handed it to Klaus, "There's the extra charges, fines, and so on from the factory. There's a brief letter in there as well, expressing their displeasure, but don't worry about that. Paying the bill always tends to resolve these issues."
"Already on it boss, I got my own copy of that this morning and put in the funds transfer right away. They should have it by this evening at the latest"
"Sounds good," Kato glanced down at his pile of paperwork and then back up at Klaus. "Alright, if there's nothing else?"
"Nope, that's it, I'll leave you to it." With a quick salute, Klaus exited that room into a standard dropship hallway. Some random clanging sound from the direction of the mech bays. Stale air, industrial cleaners. That was better, much better.