<strong>Ice Fields of Werden</strong><br/><hr/>"You know me too well Erich. Which just gives us more incentive to cooperate, yes? I'm not flying FWL colors anymore and neither are you in the Lyran Blue. I just know that if we fuck up this mission ComStar will never forgive us. I might not give a rat's ass about your little merc corp but I don't need enemies like them..." Dayan cut off his tightbeam to Erich short as his scout lance reported in. The usually jovial voice of his youngest son had a hint of worry in it, which made him tense up in his seat. Usually Josiph kept up good humor even in the most dangerous of situations. "Josiph to command, we  are picking up some strange electrical blocks over here by the Goyims' scout lance. It's unlike any ECM I have seen before and we cannot get any visuals on the Goyims or any terrorist units. They seem to be running around in the blinds though from what little I can see on the displays with this meshuga glitches." The banging noise of the young MechWarrior slapping the radar display echoed through the comms before he continued. "Recommend sweeping the area carefully and sending the Goyims home to base, they'll just be in our way until they get a better knack of the terrain."<br/><br/>Dayan nodded in agreement before affirming the recommendation with an order, then returned to his tightbeam with Erich. "Our scouts have picked up some strange activity around your own recon. As is now the weather is getting nastier and while I have no doubt in your MechWarriors' competences you are as blind as moles here for now. I can't boss you around, but while you are out here you are just in the way of our sweep and I recommend that you withdraw to the MechBays back by the HPG for now, until the weather clears up and you can master the area." Dayan's words were clear enough; something was wrong and Erich's company was just a nuisance to his own.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Half an hour later, HPG MechBay, Walter</strong><br/><hr/>The large bay which they had been given by ComStar for their duration on the planet was light-years ahead of the relatively cramped spaces within the Bastion. He oversaw the techs moving in and couldn't help but smile at their amazement of the machinery and tools that the bay was decked out with. One of the older techs cried tears of joy when he found some strange multitool that he had though went extinct when his own had broken many years ago and the younger ones joined in with cheers as he triumphantly held it above his head. One thing was clear; ComStar didn't save any expenses. It seemed the installation on this planet was more important than he had first thought. There was something beneath the surface that worried him. He could feel it like a needle scraping the core of his bones. He wished that he could talk to Perkins about it, but they were still not on good terms. The little time they had spent together in the Recreation Facility had been the first in a whole week and even then they had just been silent. Walter knew fully well that they were just being stubborn old men. He promised himself that he would go apologies to the old man come evening.<br/><br/>He turned as the MechBay doors opened and the Company trudged in from the biting cold outside. The techs stopped their celebrations and quickly got to their stations. Neither them or Walter had expected them to be back so soon. The Rasalhaguean frowned as he stood of to the side by his damaged Highlander, waiting for Erich to come to him for a report. He could feel the needle scraping his bones even more now.