<strong>MedBay</strong><br/><hr/>87%. Those numbers made Janos' skin itch. Given to opportunity he would have slapped the doctor in the face if it was his body being put under the scalpel. That is a 13% chance of a crippling slow death. If there was no other way, sure, but he didn't go gambling with his life on the off chance of getting out earlier. Miyoko had bit into it just like that though. Perhaps she was a bit more adventurous and chance taking than he was. A Yakuza life probably does that to you.<br/><br/>"Don't you worry, I'll keep an eye on the bears." He smiled a bit awkwardly as he looked at the furry little things. "As long as they don't bite."<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>Two weeks later, planet Werden in the Werden system in Lyran space<br/>Walter and Perkins, approximately 1100 hours at the ComStar Facility</strong><br/><hr/>Werden wasn't much to get excited over. The system was somewhere in the shadows between Summer and Lipton in Lyran space and if you asked anyone about it they would most likely reply<em>Who?</em>and give you a funny look. And why not. It was covered 95% with water with only a few spread out archipelagos making it possible to settle comfortably. Even so, those islands were in perpetual night because of the planet's very peculiar rotation. It was just about non-existent and angled in such a way that the seas of the southern hemisphere was at a constant boiling point underneath the scorching sun and the north was perpetually on the edge of a frozen stage. The boiling seas somehow managed to heat up the colder hemisphere to a comfortable -65<sup>o</sup>C to 85<sup>o</sup>C though, so habitation was possible, though very unfortunate. Had it not been because ComStar had decided that this was a great spot for an HyperPulse Generator the planet would never had flourished with its breathtaking 500,000 inhabitants living in giant habitat-blocks around the facility. Backwater was too weak a word to describe this planet. It was basically a modern day Antarctica of a planet.<br/><br/>Walter couldn't complain though. He liked the cold darkness of this planet. The short walk from the DropShip to the HPG's administrative building was refreshing, like the good old days in the cold nights of Trondheim. Covered head to toes in thick parkas and boots he left his head bare in the biting cold, relishing the fresh air. Perkins wasn't as happy about it though. The hood of his parka was tightly drawn around his face and the last patch of his face that was visible was covered up in a scarf and a pair of goggles. They waved of the 'Mechs as they got off the Bastion, having been ordered to survey the surrounding area to get acquainted with it. As they approached the grey blocky building with the large satellite dish of the HPG silhouetted against the horizon further in the background a light opened from within and a figure walked out of the doorway.<br/><br/>"Welcome to Werden." The nasal toned voice belonged to a robed man beckoning them inside. The interior was about as appealing as the outside of the building, grey flat walls covered in cables and fuse-boxes. "I'm Adept Wellam, Demi-Precentor Hawkins sent me to make sure you were welcomed appropriately. He is currently a bit preoccupied with calibrating the beta-pulses and sends his apologies."<br/><br/>"Thank you, Adept. Sigma then, are you?" Perkins managed a curt bow as he started to unwrap his head. The Adept blinked, surprised that the old man had figured out his function designation. "We will of course allow the Demi-Precentor to finish his work. In the meantime we would like to speak to Colonel Dayan, if that would be possible."<br/><br/>"Colonel Dayan is out with his lances for some long range reconnaissance at the moment, he should return in a few hours though. For the duration, perhaps you would like to relax in our recreation facility?"<br/><br/>"That would be lovely." Walter replied with a whole ton of faked anticipation and a smile. He couldn't imagine there being much recreation to be had in the cloister-like environs of ComStar. Hopefully the Demi-Precentor would be done with his pulses soon enough.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Janos, in Recon Lance with Ranna and Ailis, leaving the Bastion.</strong><br/><hr/>Sometimes you couldn't put enough lasers on a 'Mech. This time though Janos wasn't all too sure if this would apply. Four small lasers in the side torsos and a medium in each arm? It was a shame he hadn't had the time to rebuild anything. As the MechBay door opened he took the first step out into the cold behind Ranna's Hatchetman and the new Wolfhound he could almost feel the temperature drop. He certainly noticed the drop in heat on the temperature displays.<br/><br/>"Word of Korvin, -78<sup>o</sup>outside." He sighed to the lance channel, hoping Ranna and the new girl Ailis wasn't the sort to keep to comm-protocols even when taking the 'Mech for a walk. "Someone screwed us on the bill on this assignment. I bet Gray and his boys are on some tropical beach planet or something right now."<br/><br/>He almost rammed into the Wolfhound's back as he applied to the accelerator. This certainly wasn't a Cataphract. With a blast of the JumpJets his Wasp took off above the heads of the two larger 'Mechs and landed him softly on the ground some one hundred meter in front of them with a little help of braking thrust. "Sorry about that, just getting a hang of this..." Not too shabby for his first flight though. He could definitely get used to it.