Everett Fletcher-Yoshikawa<br/>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/><hr/><br/>It was increasingly difficult for Everett to keep quietly listening, but he still had plenty of reserves of discipline to fall back on. The string of decisions that resulted in this cluster-frag was less than heartening, though, and the call from the command lance for ideas and opinions was to his mind even worse. A leader's job was to lead - mercenary units didn't make decisions in the field by committee.<br/><br/>"Command, we have at least one of the enemy spotters in view from here - a light Industrial 'Mech retrofitted with a TAG. Long Tom's rifles can take it under accurate fire and disable or suppress its ability to direct fire. My recommendation would be to close at best possible speed, under cover where available, while seeking and eliminating enemy fire control; artillery firing blind is a lesser threat. And get our air support scrambled; if they get here in time, they can wipe that artillery off the face of the mountain."