Morning came too soon and with it the task of lugging the huge suitcase which my armour resides in over to Eden Court. Bit by bit the armour went on until it was ready for inspection and formal UKG branding by XO Ian and despite some lens technical difficulties I managed to pass muster. Once that sticker was on my arm I was ready for legging it out of there but the reassuring thrum and resonance of one of my faulty helmet fans lulled my into a sense of calm and soon enough I was larking about in the back stage area like the best of them. Out the double doors and into the public gaze and I found myself a big hit with the punters, being somewhat removed from your standard white trooper on display, and with certain young ladies because of my vibrating helmet action.
I soon took advantage of the wandering out doors trick demonstrated by my veteran colleagues the day before, and I’m convinced that this moving from hot to cold consistently caused by ROM/fx to play up. Despite what the other say I’m convinced I was a lot more vocal with the public, even if it did have to keep mentally switching gears to stop nodding inside the lid in response and adopt by trooper accent before speaking.
As a fully fledged noob I entirely under estimated the capabilities of the suit and had a bit of staircase disaster shortly before lunch, which luckily Julie was on hand to attend to repairs of during the break.
The afternoon of the second day absolutely flew in despite the venue quieting down again (or maybe everyone’s attention was just concentrated on a certain local Predator) as the scheduled events finished their course but the scarring on my arms and legs from the edges of the armour gave testament to it being time to call it a day. Fortunately, unlike the others in attendance, we had another night in Inverness before facing the drive back and giving us time to recover from the costumed exertions, but had I realised the rest of the contingent were only there the Friday and Saturday night, I’d have made more effort to overcome by “trooper tummy” and join in the social. Quite why they insist on having in the night before I’m due to troop instead of after I don’t know.
Hopefully our appearance will go some way to making this a recurring event and allow it to grow for next year. As long as the organisers reschedule it for after the snow season, that is…