Walter gave Erich a sigh and a tired smile. "You know how it is, Erich. It's never as easy as it seems on the surface. But I guess you'll be happy to learn that your sentiment towards Dayan is probably a healthy one." He brought out his pipe and started stuffing it. He hadn't smoked in several days it seemed. It was making him sluggish and irritable. Had be just thought of buying his supplies properly back on Outreach he wouldn't have had that problem. Now he was just lucky the demi-precentor and him smoked the same brand. "The head of the facility believes the attacks on the HPG might be aided by an insider, perhaps local rebels. As such they have hired on two independent merc corps of differing backgrounds to maximize the chance of them actually getting their hands on someone they can trust." He lit the pipe and the first pull of smoke down into his core split his face in a more sincere smile as he patted Erich on the shoulder. "But at least we are not going into a beehive like on Betelgeuse."<br/><br/>As the last of the 'Mechs walked into the bay one could see a lithe figure run inside past its giant feet. It was risky to be running around such large beasts, especially in their blind spots like that, but the figure seemed undeterred by the colossi. At least it had waited for the smallest of the team to enter and had enough leeway to Janos' Wasp to be well out of harm's way. The figure approached, wrapped in a thick and long parka that seemed way too big for it. Walter looked over to it with a raised brow, but as he recognized the steel-backed pose he couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.<br/><br/>"Sera, I haven't seen you for years and years." The figure unwrapped its face from the tightly knit scarfs and the thick balaclava, revealing a young beautifully delicate face set under an untidy white-gray mane of hair with a pair of large, uncannily familiar steel-grey eyes and a sharp pointed nose. "I didn't know you were here. What the hell have you done to deserve to be stationed on this block of ice?"<br/><br/>"For your information I requested to be transferred here." Her voice had a harsh note to it, full of authority and nobility, but the smile reached her eyes as she gave Walter a hug. "It is good for the career to work on largely unestablished stations. Not to speak of a little more freedom in what you do..." She gave Erich a curious look. "I don't think I have seen this one before. Is he new?"<br/><br/>Walter slipped the pipe from his mouth and gave her a crooked smile. "Unfortunately there ain't much left of the old gang. It just speaks for how long it has been since I last saw you. This is Erich Oststein, he leads the MechWarriors as their Commander. Erich, this is Seraphim Perkins, or just Sera for short." The young woman managed a fairly strict salute before giving Erich her hand to shake. "Adept Omega Perkins, if you are strict about it, but at least use Sera instead of Seraphim if you want to skip the formalities."