WCGW Chpt 137

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==Chapter 137 - What Could Go Wrong==
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12th July 3043
Thazi (Former Outworlds System)
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A suitable location had been selected for the cemetery, on a small plateau overlooking the beautiful countryside. Careful records were kept of each set of remains using information from identification tags. They were temporarily body bagged until proper coffins could be constructed. Markers were made from simple wood until such time as they could replicate the armor markers on Wokha. They just did not have the manpower or right equipment to rapidly construct the number of coffins needed. Approaching the locals was out, they were extremely skittish right now. 
Colonel David Mitchell sucked on his thumb having smashed it with a hammer for the umpteenth time after 4 hours building the simple coffins. But he had at least completed this one and assisted in placing the body bag into the coffin. he removed the metal identification tag from the body bag and firmly nailed it to the closed coffin lid. An engineer used a soldering iron to etch the name into a plank of wood which was strapped to the coffin. As the coffin was placed onto a truck for transport, the small detail saluted the fallen soldier. Then the task started again. 
First Lieutenant Nathan Davis had been excused from the work parties after two days so that he could begin examining the bases computer and systems. Which by late last night he had determined that the base itself was fully functional, just like Wokha. The computer system had placed the base into a sleep mode which had awakened when they had inserted the security "key". He was constantly amazed at the Star League Engineers who had designed and built bases like this, how after almost three hundred years, the base could just wake up and start functioning again. But more importantly, he now knew exactly what they had discovered inside the base, which he printed out.
Thazi East Base
(12) Mongoose, MON-66
(12) Talon, TLN-5V
(12) Crab, CRB-27sl
(36) Chevalier Light Tank
(36) Track APC
(2) Coolant Trucks, Wheel
(6) Prime Mover
(1) Mobile Headquarters
(2) MASH (Standard)
He did not print out the entire spare parts inventory according to the computer system. It was a long one, not nearly as large as on Wokha, but it seemed like the SLDF kept enough spare parts to rebuild virtually everything a unit had. He carried the list to Colonel Mitchell, who had just smacked his thumb again and was cussing up a blue streak. He could not help but laugh out loud at the sight. Which caught Colonel Mitchell's attention.
"Do I need to call a medic, Colonel?" First Lieutenant Davis asked
"Not yet, but you might need one soon if you keep snickering. That the list?" Colonel Mitchell said
"Yes sir. Except for the spare parts inventory. Just like Wokha, the SLDF did not mess around when it came to spare parts for their equipment." First Lieutenant Davis replied handing over the list.
Colonel Mitchell looked it over quickly and placed it into his pocket. "What is the actual status of the base itself?"
"Fully operational, just like Wokha. Like it was in a deep sleep and just waiting to wake back up." First Lieutenant Davis replied 
"That is a major plus. The main computer have anything interesting?" Colonel Mitchell asked
"No Sir, nothing even remotely like the Wokha computer had. Just local intel information." First Lieutenant Davis replied
"Well then, how about you take over for your Colonel and bust your thumbs up for awhile." Colonel Mitchell said holding out the hammer.
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Near the former SLDF main base, Lieutenant Colonel James Woodall was onboard their Union Class Dropship reviewing the Battle ROMs. He was currently watching the ROM from Captain Felicia "Calf" Cafferty's fight inside the base. It was the third time he had watched it and he just knew that was not the Cafferty that he knew piloting that Phoenix Hawk. To make things worse, he had watched the ROMs from 3 other pilots, and they showed skills he knew for a fact those pilots would be hard pressed to do once, much less several times in a single fight. One of the MechWarriors had always had difficulty on paved surfaces, yet he had danced at speed inside the base and never had an issue, never put a foot wrong. It just did not make sense.
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