"Clan points, ready to drop, Captains." Stanislav and the others were hooked up to their simulators and passing the time by going through the systems they had been given and familiarizing themselves with them. "Just don't push us into a spot we can't get out of."<br/><br/>He grinned and sent a server tightbeam to the others. Ciphered stuff that seemed more like chit-chat between the three, but held greater meaning to the three Clanners. Chzorda was adamant about changing the cipher two times a month instead of the standard one. It wasn't like he had anything bad in mind, he was bonded to the company and would remain so for a while longer. He just didn't like the Inner Sphere mongrels. All talk about integration was just crap. Clanners had to depend on Clanners for their own safety. And so they exchange some quick lines between each other, putting up their own emergency protocols. It was just a sim, sure, but they had been given the back end as always and they didn't want to disappoint. All the others in the company frequently nagged that the three of them would be in a sour glass of milk if they didn't have their advanced Omnis and Clan-tech. But there was a reason he and his comrades had been chosen for a mission behind enemy lines. They were surprisingly adaptable for Clanners. So much so that they had been largely ostracized for it at home. Even a Clanner, when in the deep end of enemy territory, knew that following all the rules would just be to waste a perfectly good Warrior and 'Mech. Even a Smoke Jaguar, fiercest of the fierce, knew this. But that was the sort of info that Stanislav, Coyote and Vanya kept to themselves.<br/><br/>"Gravi in Griffon, repred." Chzorda spoke in the lance-comms.<br/><br/>"Rabid in Shadowhawk, repred." Coyote mimiced.<br/><br/>"Katyusha in Thunderbolt, repred." Vanya echoed.<br/><br/>"Gravi, Points 1 through 3 ready, StarCom Oststein, awaiting orders, over!"