Graff was already on his way to bed when Walter blared over his external speakers for everyone to get to bed.  Climbing the ladder into his Marauder, reclining the seat he closes the hatch and falls asleep.  The elongated body of the Marauder allows for a little more length in the cockpit but sacrifices some head room.<br/><br/>40 winks later Graff wakes and ventures back down for the pre-op lance commander meeting.  He listened to Walter's recap and orders, feeling pings of panic when he singles Graff out telling him to mind his lance.  Still he tries to keep that in mind as they break.  "Roger, sir."  Once he gets back to his Marauder and climbs the rope ladder.  After retracting his ladder and stripping off his jump suit he dons his cooling vest and neurohelmet, it's cold in the cockpit of a the non-powered on mech and the cool snow covered ground does nothing to help.  Shivering he starts up his reactor punching in his code.<br/><br/>Once again Graff is greeted with the usual computerized voice asking for a his identification code.<em>Welcome Double G, authorization code</em><br/><br/>"God I hate that name."  Graff rolls his eyes as the reactor starts up.  Some of his former classmates had reprogramed his mech back in the academy, he had thought about changing it but never really had the time.  Displays begin to wink on as it starts it's system check, within a few minutes his board populates with greens across the board.  Spinning the radio dial he dials into the companies frequency in time to hear Walter say the mission is a go.<br/><br/>"Alright Blue team, check in.  Then form up behind me in a loose formation."  Graff says.  He grips the twice control sticks, each arm is tied to the corresponding stick with the Autocannon tied to his right arm.  His readout showed 6 rounds, like most people in the company he was also a little shy on ammo.<br/><br/>His bird legged mech lurches forward as he points his mech towards the first waypoint bringing his speed up to a modest 40 kph.