Erich walked around the powered armour as he listened to Walt and the Amazon talk, the commlink attached to his left ear keeping him in the loop on the company-wide general channel. Hearing Walt's decision, the veteran took a deep puff from his cigar, and turned to the eight-foot tall woman. "Alright. Now, I'm a bit of a student of history, so I do remember the proper terms to use in this regard."<br/><br/>Standing straight, at a parade rest pose, Erich removed the cigar from his square jaw, setting it aside on the battle armour's inert manipulator claw as he looked up at Cera's face. "As per Star League doctrines of warfare, you, commander, are to be taken prisoner, treated fairly and honestly so long as you reciprocate said treatment, and, if you so choose, can be ransomed back to your forces in exchange for prisoners, material goods, or information, as your commanders see fit. If you choose not to be ransomed, you can choose to be paroled, or adopted into the unit after a suitable amount of time has passed for cultural assimilation. Do you have any objections?"<br/><br/>Waiting for her response, he looked over at the cluster of Draconis Soldiery that had been captured sometime before by the Armoured infantry that had ambushed the company. Privately, a small part of him took glee in the knowledge that they had been overpowered so easily, despite their long-touted superiority and claims that they could defeat anyone. Outwardly, he kept his face as still as a stone, knowing that he'd need to have to talk with at least one of the former DCMS members in the company once the Bastion was loaded and leaving the frozen hellhole behind.