<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/>Tagging: </strong>Hector Skorzinni, Armina Sloane Farkas<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian tapped a few commands into his 'Mech's systems to broaden the range of his sensors, though decreasing their efficiency at the mention of those blips briefly appearing within range. A few other taps brought up the detailed maps he always made up for himself, using a legend so complicated it began to resemble hieroglyphs more than anything someone could reasonably understand. However, it helped the gears in his head spin gleefully, so why would one complain? Hector's and Armina's assessments were entirely apt. Sadly, they didn't have any means of figuring out for certain what the best course of action was; at least for now. But, it did set both warriors on the path to proving they were worth the extensive background checks Damian had had to make, as well as the sizable paychecks they would be paid. He opened the communication channel to the two 'Mechs in his lance to respond with an idle flick of a switch.<br/><strong>"Sometimes it's better to spring the trap with the tip of your toe; only to return the favor with your own. Nothing else we can do but press on for now. Long Tom, keep supporting Recon from the front of Command; Sloane, keep an eye out for the one that vanished into the village,"</strong> Damian ordered as his hand moved to rub his stubbled chin. If they thought they would have received the praise they did deserve from him, they would be wrong. If by the end of it they did not receive a laundry list of nitpicking, they would be fortunate. But, it was only the clanner's odd way of showing there really wasn't anything important to call them out on. His version of "good job". It would take time to get used to that, however.<br/><br/>Damian then heard Allia's commands over the comm and expected his lancemates to follow orders immediately. He maintained his position and armed his long-range missile launchers in case rapid response was called for.<br/><strong>"Aff,"</strong> was his brief response, as always.<br/>He had no further input at the moment, but he was already analyzing what they could be up to. They had nowhere to run. If they did, their fight was over. These people were trying to make a point of some sort, and they weren't going to leave without a fight. Scouts were the most likely nature of the two, and it was not far'fetched at all to believe they would be hiding among the local populace.<br/><strong>"Gheistwulf, Charybdis. We know these pirates have no regards for the safety of civilians. They will be hiding something in that village. My guess is artillery of some sort. Some of the unconfirmed reports we received spoke of long-range canon fire. Ousting them from there will be extremely difficult without destroying at least a few houses,"</strong> he explained as his amber hues slipped along a route that would take them towards the volcano in a very wide berth. <strong>"Prioritizing the mountain could force them to break out of there and come as reinforcements. Keep a 'Mech or two on standby and they would be easy pickings,"</strong> he finished.</div>