Graff started his Marauder out of the mech bay and down the ramp, stepping out of the dropship he goes to tap his displays only to realize that his monitors are all functioning properly.  This is a strange feeling having a functioning mech, cycling the mechs weapons to standby he watches the AC come online.  "I'll believe it when I see it."  He replies.  The cold air around his mech drops him well into the blue zone even as he walks it just outside the dropship, normally it would idle in the green but the blue shows just how cold it is out there.<br/><br/>Hearing the orders Graff swung his mech out, he was a little confused by the designation of Quick Support as his Marauder was only a few K faster than the two assaults, still he fell in to the finger-four formation trailing at the right end.  He hasn't seen many worlds but he can't help but think that this is the most desolate world out there.