<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Inbound Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/>Tagging: </strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Setting up proper communications with the local defense forces on the planet had been troublesome at best. While the pirate attacks had decreased in frequency slightly, most likely the lull before the storm, they were still more than disruptive enough to keep the local government in upheaval. They had their hands full on multiple fronts and the constant strikes were draining resources and, more importantly, lives. That meant stress for any involved in the logistics of the matter. There was the need for a significant amount of information exchange to know where they were supposed to be, when and what the parameters were. A lot of the had fallen on Kari's shoulders, but a significant portion of that was then passed on to Damian who needed to make sense of it all. Fortunately, it seemed the commander was better at the talking part of her job than even the clanner gave her credit for, as her efforts were certainly making his and Allia's lives easier. By the time they arrived in the Dalton System, the kinks had been ironed out, the ticket properly set in stone, resources allocated and the lances were ready to go.<br/><br/>As usual, Damian did not have much to add. He had already discussed all that needed to be discussed from his point of view from behind closed doors, meaning those present weren't likely to know of his contributions, if any. When questions began to flow, however, he did finally interject, stepping forward to tap his fingertips on the control panel to bring up various details of the battlefield, most notably images taken from orbit of the target areas, as well as the lake DJ was specifically referring to. Clad in his usual set of casual clothing, he seemed as relaxed as he always, if not just as grumpy, but the inquiry was not a poor one.<br/><strong>"Chances for an ambush could be high, depending entirely on whether or not the pirates are still in that area. They have always been moving around a lot, leaving only a few recon forces behind to try and keep us guessing where they are moving to next. However, the terrain around the lake itself is almost entirely open, meaning you will be able to spot the enemy if you keep your eyes pealed. Do not expect them to commit themselves to attempting to take on a lance of 'Mechs. They have not shown their numbers to be tremendous so far and their resources will be scarce. If they are going to fight us out in the open, they are going to do so when they have been backed into a corner,"</strong> a few buttons taps brought up more details about the volcano and its southeastern flank.<br/><br/><strong>"Be more concerned with the volcano's slope. Information is surprisingly scarce, but there are a number of cave entrance scattered about that side, which may or may not lead into a network of caverns that could house some of their troops. The volcano itself hasn't been showing any real activity and any heat inside can easily be managed with rudimentary technological solutions. In other words, it could be the perfect hiding place for the pirates in full, or for some of their spotters that would be keeping a close eye on Recon,"</strong> he finished, there hadn't been much else of note about the rest of the terrain in the area.</div>