Ranna Krannok<br/>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br/>Debriefing room<br/><br/>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ranna considered the comments of the two new warriors, while she watched them speak.  She wasn't too fond of the new Wolf, but some of his points were valid and astute for an unblooded Clan.  Brooklyn's assessment was a bit over the top for her liking.  She could see the strain growing in Erich's face as he worked to keep from responding, or throwing one through the window.  Realizing she'd need to jump into the fray before he did she put down her clipboard on the table as they both finished speaking.  Taking a sip of water she turned her gaze to Ivan first.  "Some very interesting points Ivan, for a unblooded runt."  She'd spent enough time over the last few years fighting the Clans and watching friends die to them, so it was hard for her to look past her biases, and of course she couldn't admit the abject breakdown in the leadership at the beginning of the engagement which caused a lot of the initial problems.  "And while your perception of the situation is astute, there are things going on that you could not be aware of.  So be careful where you toss blame.<br/><br/>She turned her eyes towards Brooklyn.  He had more combat experience so she expected a certain level of skill and awareness on the battlefield from him.  "And while I agree with your assessment that you fought and died as a team Brooklyn, the insinuation that we are treating you like children is disingenuous at best and at worst sounds like whining.  She took a second sip of water so she could gather her thoughts.  "We are a non-standard mech unit the basic premise behind being a Mercenary unit is that we have to use what we have.  If you don't think you were used properly in the general breakout of how the unit was set up, then find a way to make where we put you work.  We don't have the unlimited resources of the FedSun.  We do with what we have."  An evil twist grew at the edge of her mouth as it slowly formed into a very sinister grin.  "And before Erich laughs at you and starts treating you like a little girl, if you don't think that blaring out scary melodrama on the common freq is something that seasoned warriors do, there's a vaporized Atlas Pilot in the Capellan Confederation that fragged three of our company who'd love to disagree with you."  Finally settling back at the table, picking up her clipboard to review her notes one last time she looked back at Brooklyn, making sure he wasn't edging for the door.  "But don't worry, I was treating Wolf's Dragoon pilots like this long before you ever sat in a mech and my mentor was ten times worse than me.  So I'm sure we can come to an understanding of what I expect from all of you.  Any other comments or questions?"