<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/>Tagging: </strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian sat back in his pilot seat, digits resting against his lips and chin as he was still overlooking the plans Kari, Allia and he had drafted based on whatever additional information they could shake from the local authorities. It hadn't been much, but it had given them a bit of a better idea on how the pirates moved, as well as a few other options for where they could be based from. This was going to be a fight of attrition, the clanner was certain of it. As far as he could tell, they were going to avoid direct confrontation and rely on cutting off supplies, communications and simply drain their will to fight or the possibility for striking any kind of profit. After all, a mercenary company's greatest hamstring was their wallet. At least, he was assuming they were intelligent enough to take these logical steps. Most of him, the part that disliked protracted combat despite the exhilaration his warrior side experienced, hoped they were idiotic enough to try and test them.<br/><br/>He had done so many drops in his life, much like most others in the company, that it had lost most of its thrill. It still affected him with the powerful forces as work as much as before, but it no longer held the same luster. It was good that feeling the missiles leave his launcher bays hadn't dulled at all yet. Charybdis was in peak condition and he was certain it was going to be as entertaining to pilot as ever. Of course, his stern tone of voice wasn't going to betray any emotion of that sort whatsoever. He'd be the grumpy hardass; as always. When Alia's orders came in through the communication channels, he deactivated the screen he had been using and instead activated any remaining systems that his cockpit needed to display the battlefield as richly as ever.<br/><br/><strong>"Aff,"</strong> his native accent was thick on his deep voice. Once the desired altitude had been reached, disembarking was as easy as taking a few steps over the edge and relying on his exceedingly rare 'Mech to absorb the impact smoothly. His ECM suite and other countermeasures were up and running and he was ready to unleash the barrage of explosives his 'Mech was capable of fielding. Immediately, he put his 'Mech into a higher gear, but kept the speed just right to keep Command surrounded by Strike and Recon. His strict voice soon sounded over the tightbeam to Armina and Hector's crafts.<br/><strong>"Sloane, Long Tom. Charybdis. Form on me. ECM suites active. Long Tom, take point. Sloane, on my left, keep an eye on Strike's lighter flank,"</strong> his order were short, brief and anything but pleasant. He expected nothing less than a well-oiled fighting force from the entire company, his own lance even more so. He was going to be keeping a close eye on the two as this would be their chance to prove their worth. Their credentials had been approved, but they meant nothing until they were put to the test. It was going to be interesting, to say the least.</div>