<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145<br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>"Come on you lazy bastards... Defense!"</strong> Damian was showing an uncharacteristic amount of investment in something other than his work for a change. Slapping his lap in frustration as Clan Sea Fox decided to kick back and be ridiculously incompetent in the match of Lacrosse he was watching. <strong>"Damnit, you idiots..."</strong> a grumble slipped the cold man's lips as he shook his head and brought his warm beverage to his lips. He remembered the last time his team had been losing so badly. It had been one of the last nights he had spent with his wife. The hospital normally frowned on rest being interrupted by two loud clanners shouting at a screen, but given her condition, an exception had been made. He fell silent as his gaze blurred and he seemed to start staring into the distance. But memories that were both cherished and despised shattered before they could materialize when the authoritative voice of his captain sounded across the comm channel on the vessel.<br/><br/><em>“Attention all Black Star Mechwarriors, please report to the briefing room.”</em><br/><br/>It was rare for Kari to announce such a large meeting on such short notice, at that time of day, so Damian immediately figured it was something important. A single swipe of a singer turned the datapad off and after grabbing his leather jacket off his chair in passing, the tall MechWarrior left his office and began making his way to the briefing room. An added advantage of having a personal office in one of the best locations of the ship was that it was also relatively close to some of the key chambers on the vessel, the briefing room being one of them. As he entered the circular room, he swiftly took his usual spot by the large table, always wanting to have first dibs on the comfortable seating arrangements. Sliding forward, he leaned back somewhat and crossed his arms across his chest.<br/><br/>He listened quietly to the praise, his eyes calmly shifting from individual to individual to see their reactions. He wasn't surprised that the Arena Angel was already leaving. She wasn't up to par, quite clearly. However, Marco was more of a disappointment as Damian had to admit he had seen potential in the guy. But, where some vanished, there was always more meat to be found. A lot of warriors needed work and pickings were ripe. He only hoped the next few additions were going to stay on.<br/><br/>When prompted about the issues, he was the first to speak up, although that was unlikely to surprise anything.<br/><strong>"First and foremost, ma'am. Moshe,"</strong> stern eyes would slip a glance at the man, before settling on Kari's hues again. <strong>"He's unfit for Recon. I take it he'll be reassigned? He needs someone to keep a close eye on him. If he's going to keep causing collateral damage or using excessive firepower like Hiro pointed out, we're going to be losing more money than we make,"</strong> he argued. Surprisingly, he didn't want to see the man kicked out anymore. But he didn't want to trust him on his own. He needed guidance, urgently. <strong>"First line service on a particularly tough mission would also be a good test of his nerves. Or it would at least harden them to the point where he can hold down his lunch."</strong></div>