Erich's face remained impassive, the thin lines of scar tissue peeking up from under his uniform's collar the only hint that the big warrior was annoyed, his glass of water remaining untouched. "We came here to discuss the sale of battle salvage, including a small laser that weighs half what ours do, detailed schematics based off of that salvage, including that of the weapon as mentioned, and the open trade of BattleROMs detailing a firefight between my company and what was termed a 'star' of those suits, including showcase examples of what, and what not to do when dealing with any swarming attack. It's a matter of open knowledge that the 'Clans' are crunching inroads into the coreward border of the Inner sphere, and a lot of house and merc units are getting torn to hell by the advanced weapons these Clans have. That means we have a seller's market, Captain."<br/><br/>Leaning forwards just enough to pick up his glass of water, his dark eyes locked onto the Dragoon like his Awesome's PPCs would on the Captain's mech if they ever found themselves in battle. "Now, are we going to be mature about this and speak plainly, or are you going to talk like a Kuritan Merchant and try to insult concessions out of me, personally? Yes, we captured one of the clan 'elementals' in battle, yes, she came with us willingly, yes, she likes playing chess, no, we're not 'selling' her. If she wants to be transferred to another unit, that decision is hers, not mine."<br/><br/>The glare Erich's eyes had hardened to were almost on the calibre of 'If looks were lasers, all that would be left of YOU would be smoking boots'; nearly pinning the Dragoon captain in place with the dark gaze. "So, what is the offer you are going to make on the salvage, schematics, and ROMs?"