Erich listened politely, his face rather impassive, until Ranna had said what she had wanted to say. Raising his hand, he began ticking points off on his fingertips, curling his fingers down towards the palm of his hand after each point made. "Firstly, unless you've tampered with your battle computer, battleroms of the last 200 hours are recorded while the mech is considered 'on' Nothing stops you from collecting the logs on your datapad. If you want to discuss what you feel you did wrong in a mission, and how to improve it, that's why my 'office' has an open-door policy when it's not the middle of the night."<br/><br/>A second finger curled downwards. "Secondly, I don't much appreciate you all but saying that recon being ambushed by an Assault Mech is directly my fault. I am not a mind-reader, and we were working with intelligence that was, frankly, limited. Unless you knew we were going to be dropping into a city full of a Reinforced Battalion, mostly made up of heavies, which is about when I ask you why you withheld that information if you did know. You can blame me all you want because Hiro and Yamina were taken down in an ambush, but you have to ask yourself why they didn't see, or notice their mech's sensors going berserk at them once a hundred tons of metal started moving towards them."<br/><br/>Instead of ticking off points, he pointed a thick finger at Ranna. "As for Maho, she and I don't get along well. that's fine. She's also been Piloting that Sling of hers since before you learned what the cockpit of a 'mech is, and is a superlative scout, considering the limitations of being wrapped in twenty-five tons of metal during an attempt to be sneaky. No, I'm not going to snub someone because I don't know them as well as I do the people who've had my back over the last half-decade I've worked with them, but, as far as we both know, no matter what your file says, You're a relative unknown to me. This mission, if intel had been right, would have been the perfect testing ground to see how Well she does in command. It's not her fault that things went pear-shaped. Clear?"<br/><br/>Ticking off a third finger, he closed his hand and rested it against the railing he was mostly-leaning against. "As for this mission being an embarassment, Let's use some cold, hard numbers. Both Primary Objectives, Successful. Both Secondary Objectives, Successful. Battle Damage; Two light 'mechs destroyed, two Assaults Heavily Damaged, Minor armour damage and minor actuator siezures to the rest of the company. Enemy Battle Damage; Minimum Fourteen Heavy 'Mechs Destroyed, Minimum one lance of Medium Mechs Destroyed, Minimum two Light mechs Destroyed, One Star-League Era Pillager Destroyed, Minimum Eight heavy and Assault mechs Crippled, Minimum Twelve Light Combat Vehicles Destroyed. Those are the numbers. If you're feeling embarassed because things went to crap, because of bad intel, I have a lesson for you, Ranna. It's called 'No Plan Survives Contact With the Enemy'."<br/><br/>Folding his arms across his chest, he didn't move in the microgravity due to his foot still holding him in place against the railing's support bar. "You do make some good points, but, until further notice, the company has no lance leaders at the moment, as I have to figure out a proper way to get you lot to learn how to work together and complement each other in battle, instead of doing your own thing. We clear on this?"