Re: [Preparations] Mission 1: Suit Up and Launch, Frame Runners!
Mu'Tasim growled with aggravation as he woke up around 10:00 CST. His face still hurt from the clawing he had received about ten hours ago, and his back was aching fiercly from the stabbing. As he put on his Guard Flak, he noted the scabbed wounds dotting and lining under his left shoulder. He frowned at his back.
That blood will never come out of the Robe, nor the Flak I was wearing. He sighed, then cursed himself, I was foolish to turn my back on Habeem, I should have known to keep my eyes on him.
Though, he could not change what had already happened, and he was happy with securing his new Book of Dreams in his bookstrap, even if it did smell a bit like Salcra. Though, the height of it all was attaining a Moon Robe for the coldness of the base. He secured his banner to his belt, and then took off for the day.
His first action was to check on the keeping of the Base Shrine, and then get a short list of what he would need to do to bring it back into condition.
The shrine itself was rather well decorated, showing how much care it had received before Habeem's tragedy. There was a small lamp sitting at the center of the room, pillows cast around here and there for sitting and meditation. The front of the room housed a shrine for all the saints, but the center of attention focusing on Mu'Klamal, the Saint of Wrath, and of Mazerin. Each saint had a small statue dedicated to them, but Mu'Klamal's armored figure stood taller and larger than the rest. It was obvious that Mu'Klamal, being the Saint of Mazerin, would know the best guidance for anyone living on the harsh world.
Mu'Tasim walked forward and rubbed some of the dust of the helmet of Mu'Klamal's statue.
Strange that Mu'Klamal is the only Saint who we do not see the face of. thought Mu'Tasim. He took another look around, "You know, all it requires is a little dusting and rearrangement, and then it should look brand new."
His watch read 11:34 CST, so he had plenty of time. With that, he got to work, dusting off the entire area with a broom found in the Shrine's closet. He then went around arranging everything, putting them back into their place. The rest of the time was committed to other miscellaneous duties of repair and reorder. After which, he took to meditation at the center of the room, quietly taking in his load of work and focusing for the day ahead.
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It was around 17:45 when entered into Hanger B1, he wanted to see which VANDR that he was going to be piloting before setting up for flight. He had already taken the liberty of donning a linksuit, but kept his Moon Robe over it for warmth. The Temple Guard looked around for a few moments, taking in the splendour of the mechanists, all maintaining the large mobile suits. He saw Serhan speaking to another one of the mechanist, but did not feel the need to interupt them, instead he continued to walk up the line of VANDR suits, leaving out of both the Marranr's and Mechanist's line of sight.
Walking back down a few minutes later, he saw the Marranr standing at the entrance to the hanger. He waved at him as he approached, his arm chilling a moment after it escaped the warmth of his Moon Robe.
"Marranr Nejem! Jafar's Blessings to you!" Mu'Tasim greeted Serhan warmly, raising his hand to salute him. "Would you happen to know which VANDR I will piloting for our sortie?"