<div class="floatleft">(http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/phillymynx/ec6fd896-2367-4fc6-bbba-e3a526e7ee17_zps22068cda.jpg)</div>Armina Sloane Farkas<br/>Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/><hr/><br/>For not the first time in her life, Armina wondered just what in the hell one of her commanders was thinking, retreat to discuss options? Armina shook her head, that was foolish. They'd be exposed to fire while they retreated, and then have further to cross if they decided to assault the enemy position. With Damian using a private comm, Armina had no idea he was sending a message to the commander, she responded on the command frequency,<strong>"Commander, you have my suggestion. We take our mediums and sweep southwest between the mountain and volcano, lights sweep south east, while the heavier slow mechs demonstrate on the enemy front to keep them occupied." </strong><br/><br/>Inside the cockpit she shook her head, this wasn't a time for discussion, this was a time for command to be giving orders and expecting them to be followed. Discussions were for around campfires or in between firefights, not while taking fire. Still, she kept her mech behind the Lieutenants, interposing it between her commander and the mountain, and following her commander's lead. She might have her doubts about the Lieutenant's ability, but she wasn't about to question it in the field. While processing those thoughts, she kept her eyes peeled for the source of the earlier strange transmission and any more incoming missile blooms.<br/>