(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Ranna Krannok<br/>Recon Lance<br/>Objective: Betelgeuse </strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ranna could have swore she heard someone screaming her name as she was plummeting through the air, but at this point she wasn't sure if it was real or simply the ringing in her ears manifesting into a cry of despair.  At this point Ranna didn't care.  A cursory search of Harlequin's system showed nothing of significant note.  The wireframe breakout of her armor and internal structure showed only small red spots and nothing inoperable.  Pulling her arms forward she pushed off the ground, grabbing the hatchet out of a nearby building.  She attempted to pull her knees up underneath to stand, only to realize her right leg was jammed.  "Oh just fucking wonderful."<br/><br/>Resting Harlequin's weight on the hatchet, Ranna pulled the mech up from the rubble which had crashed down around her.  Her diagnostic systems said there was nothing wrong with her knee, but she wasn't able to move it. "I must have fuzed the armor in the blast or something."<br/><br/><em>That's our cue boy and girls! Let's get the heck out of her while our electronic umbrella still lasts! That means you too Recon!</em><br/><br/>Unable to get the joint to flex, Ranna slowly limped her way through the streets towards the large group of green triangles on her display.  Unhappy that the day had been such a tragic clusterfuck, but glad she made it though another mission, she smiled thinking about her kills.  She knew the debrief was going to be a circus, which was fine with her.  After the last debrief, it was high time that Perkins and Walter got yelled at for a change.