<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Artos<br/><br/>Ivan snorted to himself. There was the temptation... but no, that must be Nova Cat ancestry. He firmly stomped on the brief thought of returning the favor that crossed his mind and brought his Orion around to keep formation on the advance to the HPG. He kept his missile launchers and autocannon out of his firing cycle, deciding to preserve his ammunition for the other shoe he was certain was about to drop. Seeing the funnel, he directed his 'Mech outwards - that place was too good to be true. For the defenders. "Ivan. Rec avoid bottleneck." He radio'd to the rest of his star... lance, as the Sphereborn called it.