<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>Bastion Mess/Mechbay<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ranna sat and listened to the conversation, not really having much of an input on anything.  She could never understand the point of MASC technology on mechs but Janos and Maho seemed to truly believe it was helpful.  Stealth and cunning and brute force were the keys to good mech tactics, accelerated myomers only helped you do one thing, run when you got in trouble.  Picking at her food Ranna grinned as the thought slid through her mind.  How many times had she found herself in enough trouble to need to run she wondered.<br/><br/>The back and forth banter between the new doctor and Erich was tense but nothing less than what one would expect on ship full of mechwarriors.  Ranna found herself respecting Kara for standing up to Erich's attitude.  Ranna didn't think she would have been much better of a patient, heaven knows she'd been in medbays and hospitals enough throughout her life, but it was necessary to show the unit where she stands on disregarding her treatments.<br/><br/>Hearing the announcement for deceleration and docking, Ranna excused herself from the table, stopping to give Lilly a soft pat on the shoulder and a quick friendly smile she returned to the bunks.  It dawned on Ranna that she really hadn't had much sleep since they left the planet.  Resting quietly in her bunk for deceleration, Ranna played out the events of the last mission in her mind to determine where she could have done more.  Hiro and Yamina hadn't kept a safe distance to be supported by either Miyoko or herself, not that Ranna or Miyoko could have done much against an Atlas.  The plan had been flawed, they all knew that.  Ranna kept going over the debrief in her mind until she finally decided,<em>it was time to act not talk!</em><br/><br/>Realizing this was how she ended up leaving the Dragoons, Ranna pushed herself out of her bunk now that the ships were docked.  Pulling on her well worn leather jacket, she deftly allowed herself to use the motions to guide her through the weightless spaces.  Weightlessness meant one thing to Ranna; speed.  Like a spider on a web, Ranna quickly pulled herself through the hallways of the Bastion until she met the catwalk to the mechbay.  Seeing Erich on the deck talking to Elisa, she grinned, throwing herself over the catwalk and slowly letting herself drift towards the deck.  Landing a few feet away from Erich and Elisa, Ranna floated  up, grabbing a nearby bar, hoping she wasn't interrupting something private.  "Hey Elisa, good to see you.  You missed a hell of a fight."  She said looking at the half repaired Awesome.  Looking over towards Erich she continued, "Erich, if you have a few moments i'd like to talk to you about our Lance structure and some suggested changes."  The devilish grin on her face alluded to her about to step into the shit completely to anyone who knew Ranna well, but she hoped Erich and Elisa only read determination on her face.<br/><br/>