After the installation and test firing of engines last week, Fusillade has finally made time to secure a space-capable mech to send her into orbit. Granted, Astrotrain likely had no choice in the matter, but Fusillade's enthusiasm -- read: "Hey let's go find something in the asteroid belt to blow up." -- can be hard to resist at times. As they've gone along, the space-going Lancer has pulled upon Fulcrum's past advice, and went through a series of basic maneuvers for the sake of practice. She probably looked utterly retarded from the more experienced triple-changer's point of view. However, when something of interest comes up, or if she found something she didn't know, Fusillade made a point to butter up the train's ego, all the better to get him to spill the beans. On short range radio, s