Erich stood slowly, straightening his uniform jacket and leaving one massive hand resting on the butt of his pistol. "Captain; I have been piloting Battlemechs since before you were a gleam in your father's eye. I have fought with, and against Dragoons when I was a regular in the LCAF. In under five minutes you, personally, have spat upon the Dragoon name to the point of outright claiming that you are trafficking in humans, which is a violation of the Ares convention, as well as a disbarrment offense at the MRB."<br/><br/>His left hand dipped into a pocket, slowly revealing a sound recorder. "I daresay that Herr Wolf would be displeased to find five regiments, HIS regiments without an MRB rating because of your stupidity." placing the recorder back into his pocket, he turned on his heel and left the room, his intentions clear. Only after the door had shut behind him and Ranna, did he smile slightly and nod towards the younger Mechwarrior. Lowering his voice so only she could hear, a faint hint of mirth tinged his tone. "Good work. Your recorder pick up everything in case dumbass decides to sieze mine?"