<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michelle Gardner  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>-<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>-<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>everyone, → Hiro<br/><hr/><br/>She nods to Hiro with a slightly haunted look on her face, clearly betraying how bad she feels about not being able to give the men and women under her command better intel. And when the words "Anyone else not like the way this one smells?" is heard she visibly flinches, she knows she can speak up and let them know the alternative is a meat grinder mission against the clans that will leave many of them dead and that is about it. While there are cries for mercs they are still licking their wounds, untested in battle as a new unit and as such many employers would only sign them up for suicide missions. This is the best she can do for them on the very limited budget and experience she has at her disposal. Thankfully Nathaniel takes over and draws everyones attention away from the commander so they don't see the look on her face as she slinks out with her mind swirling with thoughts on what few strings she can pull to get just a little bit more information, just a few nuggets of intel that can help them.<br/><br/>As she hears the heavy door hiss closed behind her she slams her right fist into the bulkhead with a snarl. Due to her having no sensation left in that hand she doesn't feel it but the act does feel good, she turns to look at Hiro and lets out a long sigh.<br/><br/>“I never wanted this, I didn't want command. You know this, I just.. I just wish I could leap into a Raven and be out there again. Not, stuck behind a desk with too little information to keep them safe. You heard the muttering, but this is the best I could get. The other job I could line up was a suicide op. We would be eaten up and spit out in days and back to square one, heck further back than that.”<br/><br/>She falls silent and resumes walking, and she doesn't say anything until they are in her small office. Office, a bit of a joke. It is a tiny room with a desk and a bed, sure large in comparison to what the rest will have to sleep in but still space on a dropship is at a premium. She plops down behind the desk and looks up at him curiously.<br/><br/>“I got a lot to do, I need to try and pull what little strings I have and see if I can come up with something. So, please tell me whatever you needed to talk to me about won't take long.”<br/>