(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br/><br/>Ranna Krannok<br/>Base Camp<br/>Prepping Harlequin<br/><br/><hr/>and with a loud "oh shit oh shit oh shit" she faceplants straight into Ranna. "hmmffss sowwy" she mumbles and then turns a beet red as she realizes her throw all but ripped the jumpsuit open and she now has her face buried deep in the other womans ample cleavage and she scrambles frantically to try and get away. "oh my.. sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!!!" she babbles desperately flailing trying to untangle herself.<br/><br/><em>"oo.. good one.. I thought we where sparring not having sex though"</em>Ranna grinned even wider at the comment, noticing Miyoko was turning red.  Miyoko's unexpected lunge just in time with Ranna's grab for the girls waist threw them both off balance, but Ranna's sure footing caused Miyoko to underestimate her footing which threw the smaller woman into an uncontrolled slide on the snow.<em>"oh shit oh shit oh shit"</em>Unable to control the maneuver, Ranna suddenly finds herself with Miyoko planted against the warm skin of her chest under her now open jumpsuit.<em>"hmmffss sowwy" </em><br/><br/>The two women slipping on the wet snowy grass attempting to untangle themselves, Ranna starts laughing at how awkward Miyoko is feeling, trying to bring some levity to what the small girl sees as a very strange situation.  "It's ok, Miyoko, I don't mind."  She says with a grin just as the booming loud speaker from Walter's mech breaks in.<br/><br/><em>"What the heck is this, a circus? Miyoko, I need you up early tomorrow! Go to bed, that's an order. </em>Shaking her head with amused dismay, Ranna zips her jumpsuit back up to her collar and looks back at Miyoko as she heads towards her Hatchetman.<em>"next time dear, fight well tomorrow!" </em><br/><br/>"And you Miyoko.  Be safe."  With Miyoko descending the ladder to her cockpit, Ranna settles quietly on the foot of Harlequin for a moment to take in the peace of the night.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As with every other mission, Ranna woke well before the rest of the group.  Her jumpsuit and a heavy leather jacket pulled tight around her body, she systematically checked the outer access ports of her Hatcheman ensuring everything was in place and well maintained.  Once the camp started stirring, she moved back into her cockpit.  "Voice command access required"  The computer chirped as she sat in the control seat starting up secondary systems.  The fire of Solaris is paled by the power of the Black Widows bite.  Upon completion of the command line, a slow building hum from deep inside Harlequin filled the air as primary systems began coming online.  Weapons, propulsion, heat dissipation, neuro-control.  The computer cycled through a preset checklist of systems that Ranna had programmed to check one after the other.  Checking her load out and ensuring that the CASE ammo holds were filled she cycled command codes through the system and set the AC Autocannon to small round burst.  The limited ammo of the unit made her need to conserve high priority.  Happy with the systems check, she locked the system command line and climbed out of the cockpit to grab some breakfast and join the morning meeting of the Lance before they headed out.<br/><br/>