<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br/><em>Well, we’re going to be in a pretty crazy market, I know that much,  As soon as any news gets out, there will be vultures descending on us faster then you can think, trying to scoop up anything they can get. We obviously don’t want that, so we need to hit the ground running on the recruitment. You, me, Emily… anyone else, really will need to be out there, pressing the flesh and trying to grab any potential recruits before anyone realizes just how screwed we are.  So be your usual charming, witty, sexy self. Maybe show some cleavage if it helps win them over.”</em><br/><br/>Allia listened to Kari describe her plans for the coming weeks.  She felt the usual sense of uncomfortable anxiety fill her belly at the intention for her to be out being social and political, recruiting new members.  "You obviously have forgotten the young pink haired girl who applied for the Company almost a year ago."  She looked down at the pile of papers in front of her, Allia bit her lip softly as if embarrassed at something.  "You do remember I'm really super shy and quiet unless I'm comfortable in situations right."  She looked back up, her hands nervously shifting papers.  "I know we're short handed and it's gotta be an all hands effort.  I'm just not sure I'm the one you want making initial contact."<br/><br/><em>“I like what you have there, and it’s along the same lines as I was thinking. Keep it small, focused and straightforward, and try to avoid growing too big. I figure we go for the combined command/fire/assault lance idea myself, concentrating the big guns and slow movers. Given your ‘Mech, I figure you’re going to be taking the Strike or Recon lances, just depending on the composition we end up with and what you’re more comfortable handling, of course.  I also want some Battle Armour. Those Falcon Toads screwed us badly, and I don’t want that to happen again. Even if it’s just one platoon, then that will make a lot of difference. Plus the ship’s got room for them already”</em><br/><br/>"Oh trust me, I remember what they did to us."  Allia had vivid memories of the Toads tearing through her lance and almost taking her down before she could get away.  She realized how close to dying on that rock she'd come.  She shook the brooding memory from her mind.  It was time to focus on the way ahead, not on things behind she couldn't change.  "Battle Armor may need to be a lesser priority."<br/><br/>Allia saw Damian walk into the Officers lounge.  She couldn't surpress the edge of a smile that curlled her lips.  It had really been the first time she'd seen the man since their 'workout' in the gym.  She had no illusions of what they did, or what was between them.  She didn't want it any other way.  It was a nice to think she had an uncomplicated release for her needs.  She just hoped he felt the same.<br/><br/>"Damian!!"  She called out to him waving him over to the table where she and Kari sat.  "I think a more combined arms unit that's fast and powerful would be a good way to get back on our feet."  She said turning back to Kari.  "Which may actually mean turning our attention away from mechwarriors and directing more attention to air and land assets.  A fast agile strike lance that's partly invisible being able to move fast into enemy lines and cause confusion long enough for the tanks and support mechs to join would be a powerful strength until we an rebuild completely."