Erich chuckled and waved at Miyoko as he left the 'mech bay, deliberately not answering her inquiry about what the meeting was for. Instead, he headed to his room where he took the time to indulge in a luxury only officers gained on a dropship; a sink in his room. Washing his face and hands, he took the time to check what little remained of his hair; the rigors of being a mechwarrior kept his hair close-cropped, though he did groom the neat beard he also sported, more grey than dark brown as he aged.<br/><br/>Toweling his face off, he changed from his service togs into a pair of camo pants and a black t-shirt, before heading from his room, up one deck to the ship's mess. Looking around, He nodded slightly, then raised an eyebrow as he saw Maho in the small kitchen, likely cooking up something Kuritan, like raw fish on cooked vegetables or some such. Sitting down at one of the three large tables, he pulled his datapad from a pocket and read to himself, waiting for the rest of the company to show up.<br/><br/>Only after the entire company arrived did he look the group over. "Well, kids. Due to Walt having his brains scrambled by Neurofeedback, he's on extended medical leave. So, I'm stuck babysitting all of you. First off, we're short two mechs for a full company, so you're being Rearranged into two reinforced lances. Command and Assault will be Myself, Alroy, Elisa, Graff and Lily. In case you guys can't count, the Lightest 'mech in the lance weighs 65 tons, so it's very much an 'Anvil' lance; recon's job is to find the enemy, then run like their collective ass is on fire so we can flatten them. Understood? Graff, you, Elisa, and Lily are faster than Alroy's and my own 'mechs; you guys will generally be doing your best to flank any enemy forces, but when push comes to shove, plant yourself and rely on volume of fire. Remember, no plan survives contact, so be flexible; If you think you can do something I didn't think of, say so."<br/><br/>He turned, looking at the five warriors he hadn't named. "Maho, You're recon lead. You have three lights, and two Medium 'bodyguard' 'Mechs to pull you out of the fire you so often find yourself in. I expect the five of you to train together at every opportunity on how to work together, and how to cover each other's weaknesses. This means no more pulling lone-wolf stunts. I'm putting a lot of trust in you for this, kiddo, so don't disappoint me. Hiro, I checked the battleroms of your action against those armoured infantry. I don't know whether to congratulate you, or yell at you. You killed at least one soldier and scattered at least five others, but you put yourself and your 'mech at dangerous risks to do so. Yamina; You've proven you can make that locust dance; keep doing stuff like that and I might be able to twist Perkins arm into giving you something with more punch and intel-gathering ability, such as a Raven."<br/><br/>Stretching slightly, he looked at the company that was now his. "Now, I bet you kids are full of questions, comments, snark, and so on, so ask away. Oh, wakeup is at 0500 tomorrow, sphere-standard time. I'm going to drill into your heads how to react to anti-mech infantry. Here's a hint; walking into walls? Not smart."