Graff watched Walter and the holo-map intensely as he started to give his briefing, still full of wide-eyed optimism and military training.  He's still 2 or 3 years away from being as cynical as the old timers, so he's scanning over the map and briefing notes looking for anything that can help him.  He was a little taken aback when it was announced that he would be leading the scout lance, a Marauder alone is an odd site in a lance that can mostly run circles around his mech.<br/><br/>"Um...y-yes, yes sir."  He replies, there's a definite twinge in his voice, a mix of pride and absolute terror.  His days at Point Barrow come flooding back, he was an adequate student at best but more so was the 'unintentional' hazing he received for being from the Federated Suns.  Sure Melissa Stiener had officially cleansed the Academy of those who publicly hated her union with Hans but it was still mostly an Academy for Lyans.  He never quite fit in, and there were definitely people there who made sure he knew it.<br/><br/>Looking at the map again he looked at the west side, where his lance would come in from and tried to refamilarize himself with his squadmates turn subordinates.  Hiro seemed to be the most like him in some regards, born as a commoner and had to struggle to get anywhere, he drove a Spider and his flamer could definitely remove the threat from the barracks faster than his weapons could.  Yamina was next, he didn't really know her too well.  They've hung out in the mess hall playing card occasionally but he never really brought up her background or where she was from, still she can pilot that Locust like she can bluff.  He Locust is the fastest thing in his lance, but with that it's lightly armed and armored.  It's machine guns through can help make short work of people trying to make a break for the mech bays.  Ranna was next and last in the Lance, to be honest Ranna intimidated him a bit partially because of her quick temper and partially because she leaves her jump suit open to show off her boobs.  Although that makes it sound like the rest of the women in the unit are dogs which is clearly not the case, everyone in the company are lookers and each spends time in his adolescent fantasies.  But back to Ranna, her Hatchetman is also suited to a close in fight but sadly it doesn't have the speed of Yamina's Locust, it's closer to his Marauder, which means she has use utilize tricks and subterfuge to get in close with anything faster or equal to her speed.  His own Marauder packs the punch typical of heavy mechs with decent enough range to slug it out with just about anyone, although like the Hatchetman he's remarkably slower than the rest in his lance.<br/><br/>"Are we sure the fog will be that thick, tomorrow?"  Graff asks at the end of the briefing.  "Also we're not light on our feet out there, what about mark 1 eyeball and earholes?"