<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Mech Bay<br/>"An Orion." Ivan raised an eyebrow. "Might I trouble you for detailed specifications of your version of that 'Mech and its loadout?" He inquired. He better be prepared here... if she handed him that thing deliberately, he was not about to allow himself to be drawn out by the gesture. Neither did he even acknowledge the other Clan warriors, although an astute observer could see him tense for a fraction of a second. A Jag, of all people. And styled himself Star Commander, too. Brook's question prompted him to cast a sidelong glance at the speaker. He better have some idea for how to bring about that eventuality... although to be fair, Ivan's mind was already racing as well.<br/><br/>Location: Artos<br/><br/>Transit was spent quietly immersed in these data sheets, becoming as familiar as he could with the Inner Sphere loadout and the capabilities of that equipment. Safer than fencing with either the Clanners or the veterans - besides, there was no point in fighting with words, unless a Trial was declared Nova Cat style. The truth was, as always, in a circle of... not-so-equals, as the case might be. Arriving at the simulator site, he quickly found his pod and strapped in, fighting briefly with the cumbersome Inner Sphere interfaces before settling down.<em>Hope I can still sync, after a year and a half out of the cockpit...</em>He quickly banished the thought as he went through the familiar drill of powering up a new 'Mech. It was good to be in the cockpit again, even simulated.