<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Angelo 'Angel' Angelino  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>-<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>-<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jasmine then Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Hunter-killer, eh?  Sounds good.  Give me a list of your preferred prey and I'll keep an eye out for them."<br/><br/>Angel would have liked the conversation to have been a little longer but the summons to the mess hall could not be ignored.  Making a mental note to catch up with Jasmine later, he shrugged and headed for the mess hall.  He made note of as many of the names as he could remember on such short notice and took a seat near the rear.<br/><br/>"I can do a quick flyover and see if there is any activity,"  Angel offered.  "I can drop a few remote sensors that will let us know if the facility is still manned and whether they have anything hidden in the mech bay.  That should give us some idea.  Once we know that, we can alter any plan we have to fit."<br/><br/>"Do we know if the turrents are autonomous or will we be facing gunners?  That configuration sounds like it is intended for anti-air operations, so maybe their elevation is restricted. In either case, if we could get them to focus on one of the heavier mechs that can handle the punishment, we can hit them with long range missiles.    Once we've disabled the autocannons, move closer and finish them with long range heavy laser and PPC fire to conserve ammo.   Can they fire into the compound?  If not, we could take out a single corner and move in through there.  And if the information needs to move fast, we can put it in my chopper and I can be up and out of range of anything that isn't aerospace.  Once I've got the package delivered, I can refuel, rearm if necessary, and head back to help escort the rest of the unit out.  Hell, I can even throw a spare mech pilot in the back seat and if there<em> is</em>anything in that mech bay, maybe we can take it with us."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.skyrock.net/6620/58276620/pics/2703883276_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel Jäger.  aka the Butcher<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>Manticore Tank "Jagermeister"<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>-<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><br/><em>Nathaniel.</em><br/><br/>She'd called him Nathaniel.<br/><br/>Again.<br/><br/>He sighed and shook his head.  He was never going to get that bloody woman to stop calling him Nathaniel.  Somebody had introduced him to her as Nathaniel and the bloody woman had a mind like a steel trap when it came to names.  The problem was, on his, her steel trap had rusted shut on Nathaniel.<br/><br/>He<em>hated</em>being called Nathaniel.  He'd accept almost anything except Nathaniel.  He knew she wasn't doing it to annoy him.  She used his full name out of respect.<br/><br/><em>Maybe you should actually tell her that you don't like it.  It's not like the bloody woman can read your mind.  Then again, is it really all that important?</em><br/><br/>Nathaniel Jäger had a face that only a mother could love.  His nose had been broken so many times that it had just finally given up on having much shape.  His jaw jutted out like an invitation to take a swing.  Most of the people who had accepted that invitation had learned that it was made of solid granite.  His hair was trimmed short for a variety of reasons, ranging from eliminating something for a opponent to grab to reducing his chances of acquiring a lice infestation.  He was thick bodied and thick limbed and he was likely never to win any footraces but he was more than capable of running a marathon, turning around and running back to the starting point almost as quickly.  One hundred and eleven men had each specifically tried to kill him at one point or another.  One hundred and eight of them were dead.  Three wished they were.<br/><br/>He listened carefully to each of the warriors as they spoke, trying to gauge their fighting styles based on what questions they asked or what suggestions they made.<br/><br/>Alroy Fletcher was used to in close fighting.  Small wonder, given the behemoth he piloted.  He would use cover to close on an opponent and surprise the Hell out of them.  Probably cut them in half too, if he was any kind of gunner.  Angelo Angelino moved fast, with his machine and with his ideas.  Fast decisions could be a blessing and a curse.  Only time would tell whether he fast decisions would need to be encouraged or discouraged.<br/>