Erich waited until the company's members had wandered off, idly leaning against his 'mech's leg as he listened to the quiet chatter of the camp, before climbing up the flex-chain ladder to the cockpit of his thirteen-metre tall war machine. Like most 'mechs over Sixty tons, the Awesome's cockpit was comparatively roomy. Louncing in the padded command seat of the 80-tonner, Erich left the hatch in the back of the 'mech's head open slightly; a quiet invitation to anyone that wanted to talk with him. Not that many took him up on the offer, but he had long been a quiet anchor for the Assault Lance of the company, offering advice, commentary, and, more often than not, an extra set of hands when repairing or working on their own 'mech.<br/><br/>Pulling a small book from a pocket of his jumpsuit, the veteran began to read quietly, his left hand tapping the command code prefix into his 'Mech's DI computer to activate its passive sensors, and raise its reactor output just enough to feed power into the ECM suite's sensor masking technology, ensuring that, for the time being, the only way to see the company is with the naked eye.