Elisa’s<em>Black Knight</em>left the ship, the two other ‘Mechs of her short Lance behind it. Her sensors were telling her about the conditions outside, although even a simple look out the front viewscreen could tell her that it was freezing outside. Her tac display was showing the positions of her lance and the rest of the unit, as well as the direction to the HPG compound. So far, everything seemed simple enough, but practical experience told her never to make assumptions.<br/><br/><em>Assume and you’re dead. Expect the worst and you won’t be disappointed</em><br/><br/>She glanced over the indicators again.<em>At least I’ll be cool</em>. The<em>Black Knight</em>was a ‘Mech that ran notoriously hot at the best of times. The outside temperature would help cool  it immensely.<em>A lot less to worry about there, at least.</em><br/><br/>“Strike two, you’re on my left.” Elisa ordered over the channel. “Strike three, my right. Stay behind me if we’re engaged.” At close range, the<em>Knight</em>was a monster, and far more capable of defending itself at point-blank range then either ‘Mech.<br/>