7/19/2011 02:11 PM Image:Doac jpg.JPG Stormfront is at his bay, really just an open space where most get bunks, studying a data pad intensely. The big mech is mostly quiet, though the barracks groan when the gestalt sized mech even shifts while he studies the pad. * ZOOM* A white and silver streak zips by the open space, banking upwards towards the upper banks of bunks. Then it pauses, balancing on its' hind end before he transforms into Crackshot "Hey Stormfront!" he calls down over the buzz of seekers Slipstream looks toward the larger seeker and moves toward him, "Sir?" she inquires.