<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br/><em>"You should. the question is if you want to,"</em><br/><br/>Daimian's comment gave Allia pause, but his tone and the tiredness in his voice gave a more ominous undertone to the meeting.  She looked across the desk a the numerous stacks of paperwork and folders.  She knew majority of them were maintenance reports they received from the techs in the hangar.  She'd seen her share of tthem as a pilot signing off on the repair reports for Gheistwulf.  The rest, she could only guess what they were.<br/><br/>Taking a seat in one of the chairs situated around his room, she settled in for the long haul, taking small bites of the food she brought with her, she slowly leafed through the stack of papers that Damian handed her while he talked.  She followed along as Damian covered the good and bad of his assessment.  She was glad to see that the ship and crew had fared better than the mechwarriors, but she knew without the mechs and pilots the ship and crew were fairly worthless.<br/><br/>Allia could see how the news tore away at Kari's resolve.  She understood Kari's need for the Company to survive, mainly as testament to her father's memory, but the armor around Kari slowly shattered away with each piece of bad news.  Allia hadn't been a mercenary long enough to know how other units dealt with situations like this, but she knew from her family history in the Lyran Military that it usually took a few years to reconstitute regular military units.<br/><br/><em>Keeping Jirani would go a long way both towards morale and our overall strength, and will paint a better picture of us when we try to re-float the unit. So what do we need to do to keep her on board?”</em><br/><br/>Thinking through Damian's assessment and knowing what Kari wanted to do with the unit, Allia's mind wandered across what they could do.  Putting the report down on her lap Allia slowly munched through an orange slice while she thought.  Finally, leaning forward, her elbows on her legs as she looked up to her compatriots.  "I can talk to Emily.  We have a bit of.....history that I might be able to use."  She felt her cheeks grow a bit red as she realized what she just admitted to both Damian and Kari regarding her personal life.  While she knew how attracted she was to Kari, she'd tried to keep her attraction as hidden as possible.  "As for the unit, is there any way we can force the Lyran's to pay reperations considering they were the source of the fucked up intel?  I mean the MRB's gotta have some sort of weight in situations like this.  Otherwise, I might be able to pull a favor or two from the Lyrans."  She looked down at the floor for a minute to collect her thoughts before looking back up to continue.  "Otherwise, I've got no idea how we're going to survive this aside from using the Dark Star and the jumpship to do escort missions until we make enought money to rebuild."<br/><br/>Her thoughts finally starting to form into a cohesive lack of a plan, she sat back in the chair and continued eating her breakfast.