Ranna Krannok<br/>Onboard Bastion<br/>Bastion Hangar deck.<br/>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ranna walked out of the briefing feeling like she had ashe in her mouth.  She had left the Dragoons over a stupid dispute with Wolfe because she thought she knew better and now she had walked right back into another unit with similar issues but with less history.  She wondered if she had made the right choice.  She had always learned that you made choices based on your circumstances and you had to live with those choices and move on.  This was no different in her eyes.<br/><br/>She filed out ahead of everyone else, having been closer to the door by the end of the briefing.  She noticed Miyoko slip out after her address to Walt.  Ranna made a mental note to remember to go talk to the young girl before it got too late.  Before she knew how far she had walked she realized she was standing in front of Harlequin.  His tall lanky body with his sleek head and cracked eye visor staring down at her.<br/><br/>"We've been through a lot old friend.  Today was no different."  She said, more whispering to herself than talking to the mech.  Climbing slowly up the ankle joint and along Harlequin's right leg until she was hanging from a bar on the leg, she examined the knee.  She started shaking her head when she notice the plates along the outer edge of the knee had infact melted together.  "That's going to take some work."  She said with a sigh as she looked up at the rest of her machine's random damage.  The majority of the damage was superficial, broken plates or rents in the metal where building broke her fall or scratched her paint.   She stared across the hangar bay for a moment at Erich's Awesome, the almost complete destruction of over half his mech, and he had walked home.  The power of that image took her breath away, knowing she'd never been a stand and slug it out type fighter.  She had her kills, and she had her way of doing things.<br/><br/>Accepting that she was going to need to do some work on Harlequin in the coming days during the trip to the jumpship, Ranna dropped to the hangar deck floor, sitting softly on Harlequin's foot, she looked out at the rest of the hangar watching the movement of people and things.