(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ranna Krannok<br/><strong>Mech:</strong>HCT-6D Hatchetman<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Harlequin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Some frozen Ice ball<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Walt, Erich<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ranna let the silence of the walk back to the hangar bay wash over her like a wind.  The warmth in her cockpit from the Alpha strike weapons discharge was still keeping her toasty regardless of her jumpsuit cooling vest.  The last few parts and pieces of her life as a Dragoon that still brought her comfort.  Going over the events in her mind she tried to figure out how her Recon unit had become so detached.  A matter she was going to have to take up with Janos and Allis when they had a moment to sit down and work out the new Lance makeup.<br/><br/>The change from subdued natural snow reflected light to bright neon of the hangar brought Ranna out of her thoughts.  She saw the others filling into the large bays along the side of the hangar.  Finding one as far from the doors as possible, she backed Harlequin into the slot and started the power down process.  She took a deep breath as the final hum of her reactor slowly spooled down to silence.  Slipping the helmet off her head and placing it on a nearby shelf, she detached the leads to her jumpsuit and released herself from the chair.  Grabbing her leather jacket from the locker by the hatch, she released the seal, letting the cool hangar air rush in.  Ranna shivered as she threw her coat on and climbed out onto Harlequin's shoulder.  She settled down on the warm hard metal of her Hatcheman's shoulder as she sat and watched the exchange far below between Erich, Walt and some new girl.<em>Gawd I hate the cold.  This is going to be a bad mission.</em>She thought to herself as she held her arms tight against her body watching the rest of the company park their mech's and begin post mission checks.