Alroy kept silent through the general debriefing, occasionally nodding in agreement with one comment or another but keeping his own counsel for the most part. He had gotten suckered, he knew it and would cheerfully admit it, but though he wouldn't admit it in front of the rank-and-file, the fragmented command in Recon had been an albatross to carry. Individually he couldn't fault any of the warriors he'd been commanding, including Robert once the lamed Marauder was absorbed into heavy lance. Unfortunately, neither could he really make an objective evaluation of their coherency under fire; Erich's ambush had been textbook, and took out the rookie mechs so quickly that their coordination wasn't given time to hold together or fall apart.<br/><br/><br/>He stretched as the room was left to just the officers, letting his shoulders ripple - he was built along similar lines as Erich, but without the latter's height, which ended up making him look like the mountain dwarf living in the shadow of the mountain.<br/><br/>"The wolfling did bring up a lot of good points, though I'll interject one of my own before detailing them. Ranna, it wasn't really fair to be criticizing us for not having Recon lead Assault out of the staging point. Recon did technically lead, that was originally Robert's assignment, and it was his Marauder who got kneecapped by the sappers. I absorbed him into our formation once it was clear he didn't have the speed to keep up with his lance-mates, but sticking him into Recon in the first place was an odd choice. Jokes about Commonwealth formations aside, most people don't use 65-tonners as scouts."