<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ranna Krannok<br/><strong>Mech:</strong>HCT-6D Hatchetman<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Harlequin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outreach/ Coolant Leak Bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Looking for new company members<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ranna chuckled to herself quietly as she drank, listening to the stories of the two new pilots.  Seemed to be a constant story of disaster coming from most of the mercs she'd met lately, after another moment she realized it was about to get a lot worse.  The Clan invasion had the whole sphere scrambling to stop their advance, and from what she saw walking through Dragoon tower, there must have been a huge call from the Houses to throw merc units into the path while the regulars get in place.  Looking at Percival, "Well I hope you're able to get up to speed quick.  We've had a few pretty hairy fights in the last few months.  Ran into some Clanners a while back and lost a few pilots raiding a Cappy base, so we tend to get thrown into the action pretty hard."<br/><br/>Ranna looked over the smaller woman standing near her, the shaved sides of her head not being much of a surprise due to the way old style neuro helmets needed skin contact for good reception.  Regardless, Ranna slowly studied the young girl for a second then turned her attention back to the group. "It sounds like we're going to be getting a cooshy garrison assignment next.  We'll have to use that time to make sure everyone is up to speed.