<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>              Seth Lengheardt<br/> <strong>Mech:</strong>              ON-1M Orion<br/> <strong>Call Sign:</strong>       <em> Blackjack  </em>  <br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Seth stayed quiet during most of the briefing. He'd done his best with the situation that he'd been presented and didn't really know anyone in the company well enough to understand the sharpness of the commotion. 'Mechwarriors died. Every day. Every Fight. Every Mission. It was an unfortunate reality, but one which he was accustomed to in this life. After seeing the mission debriefing he was incredibly impressed that they hadn't lost more of their team before the extraction (no doubt due to some crazy-ass incredible piloting like he saw when the Hatchetman jumped 2 Trenchbuckets right in front of him, before he could even think to fire off his LBX a second time.)<br/><br/>It was stuff like that that intrigued him about this unit, but being a professional soldier, it was stuff like the post-mission reaction that was making him wave off a little. He was used to it from Megan (hell, she went off right in the middle of it, worse than some of the people who had actually lost lancemates) but that was usually just the one, passionate, vocal person. This whole unit seemed full of passionate, individual people, and that made Seth just a little uncomfortable. Besides that though, at least they had each-other's back - a trait that was usually sorely lacking in a merc unit... or at least the merc units he'd been in.<br/><br/>He waits and files out of the briefing room last of the mech jocks, walking up to Walter on his way out. "That was some work you did in the tank, sir." He said in quiet admiration, before shaking his hand and leaving himself.<br/><br/>Once out in the barren hallway he looks around, considers checking on his 'mech in the hangar, but then decides against it. Seababy was fine after the fight. She hadn't even taken any damage, and he would reload her before the next engagement. Besides, she'd started to get pretty clingy lately, so maybe some space would do their relationship some good. With that decision in mind he ambles off towards the officer's lounge, hoping to scare himself up some sort of drink that would burn his throat and belly before helping him pass out.