<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/c0a1bf1a-e351-4fb9-b9ce-565c7c010059_zps8873b314.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ranna Krannok<br/><strong>Mech:</strong>HCT-6D Hatchetman<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Harlequin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outreach/Dragoon Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Erich<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ranna had been halfway through a second Ale and hadn't moved from where she had been when Natasha left her when the call came in to return to the Bastion.  She had a lot of time to think on the way back to the port.  The light drizzle of rain that always seemed to plague Outreach this time of year kept her thoughts in her head and her eyes on the grey wet window as the taxi weaved it's way through the city.  Outreach had always been a love hate relationship for Ranna growing up, and today's news hadn't changed that feeling much.  The taxi had come to a complete stop before she broke out of her trance.  She had been thinking of the years working along side Natasha and how the look in the older woman's eyes told Ranna she would never see her friend and mentor again.  There had never been emotional outpouring between them, but somehow Ranna felt she should have given Natasha a hug or something before she left.<br/><br/>Walking briskly through the gates of the Star Port towards the private berth for the Bastion, Ranna watched a Raven run clumsily into the open mech bay before coming to a stop just inside the door.  From her vantage point there was little she could make out other than lots of movement around and beneath the mech.  As she reached the dropship it was apparent that the med techs were pulling someone out of the Raven.  Ranna looked around for Walter or Erich to get an update and give them the grave news she had received.