Graff could feel his palms moisten when Erich gave the go ahead to begin the opp, he like the rest of the heavies and assaults were going to be used as the focal point of the attack while the lighter and faster members ran around causing havoc and picking up salvage and finding this Varyag.  Truth be told he was only partly nervous because of the operation, mostly his nerves are flaring up because it's the first op since the Kuritan debacle and Graff is eager to prove that he can handle himself in a fight better...so no panicking, no running into buildings, and most importantly no panicking.<br/><br/>His Marauder was soon brought up to speed and fell in line behind the Awesome's boxy frame, it had been a rough couple of months.  Anti-infantry training was drilled into each of their heads while tensions flared time and again, one could think that Alroy and Hiro were doing it on purpose it happened so often.  Still some days seemed to reinforce the stereotypes he grew up on of Dracs and other days they were hideous charactures.  He would have like to spend more time with Erich mentorship but his workload tripled overnight as he begun to take over day to day operations of the companies mechwarriors, not to mention being involved in planning this latest attack.  The rest of his free time was spent with Elisa and his fellow mercenaries, helping them out with various projects like Hiro's Spider refit, or just playing a game of cards in the mess.  He was putting as best an effort into building a repor with everyone as he could, although sometimes he seemed a bit over eager.<br/><br/>As they neared the operation zone Graff checked over his systems one last time.  Everything began to pop up green, with the exception of his AC/5.  "Great, this is not the time for this."  He bangs his hand on the display and it flickers from red to green again, giving a sigh of relief this once again shows his need to overhaul the electrical systems of his mech.