Erich chuckled quietly, his laugh turning into a full-blown roar of amusement that blanketed the open comms for nearly a minute of mirth. "We're too old to let nationalistic pride get in the way of doing what needs doing, Moses. I'll accept your olive branch, on behalf of my company. Now, it appears that my Recon lance has decided to drop off comms at the moment, and my secondary scanners are picking up some interference from the direction their telemetry forwarded before they dropped off the map. We can sit down, have some beer and reminisce about all the times we fought after we make sure it's just wonky weather, and not something actually worrisome."<br/><br/>Toggling to a tightbeam, he flipped comms so he was only talking to Moses. "I'll be honest, Moses. We may be here for similar reasons, and for similar pay, but after spending some two decades playing whack-a-Leaguer, It'll be hard setting old scores aside. So, you'll understand that your IFF will come up as neutral, instead of allied. I have little doubt that you're doing the same, for the same reasons."<br/><br/>Flicking again to company comms, he spoke to the people he knew well enough to trust. "Well, dear old Dayan says he's here to help us play guard duty on this iceball; I'm honestly not sure what to make of it, but he just fed my battlecomp a full survey of the local area, including weak points and potential ambush sites." His fingers tapped on the secondary console's keyboard, transmitting a same copy of the map in a 'packed' file to each 'mech his comms could reach. "Orders are pretty much the same; fire only if fired upon, and trust your gut feelings instead of just your maps. Command lance, move to the last position recon was at; need to pass them the 'good news'. Puma and Graff, range ahead; The brick will take the rear. Fire lance, continue on your original course, and cross-verify what you see with what your maps tell you. Remember to stay within visual range of one another; I have no doubt that this weather is going to turn nasty."