Ranna Krannok<br/>Bastion/Harlech Starport<br/>0600 hrs March 6th<br/><br/>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The cool morning breeze that flowed through the hangar deck blew an errant strand of hair across Ranna's pensive face as she sat on the shoulder of Harlequin watching the activity on the deck below.  The crews ran through their usual daily checks and maintenance procedures regardless if the Bastion was in space or on the ground.  Certain things needed to be done, thing Ranna would never understand and generally didn't care about.  She knew they made things work, and that was good enough for her.<br/><br/>She looked over her training plan for the day as she lightly nibbled on a plate of cheese, bread and sliced meats.  She made it a point of buying local food whenever they landed in Harlech, after months in transit inside the oversized egg, it was nice to get away from the galley once in a while.  The training plan was going to be interesting.  The newbies Walt and her had hired had little to no combat experience.  They had a mixed bag of skills and weights that made pulling them together into a cohesive fighting unit difficult at best.  She didn't even take into account the Clan delinquent.  He was going to be a hard nut to crack just from the team cohesion point of view, not to mention he didn't have a mech.  Being a Wolf he would prefer ranged combat, but the company had enough range with very few up close fighters.  Ranna scribbled quietly on the pad, adjusting mech profiles and objectives.  She needed to take into account the mechs they had available and how they could augment the unit.  Checking her watch, she realized it was time for the unit to show up for training.  She hoped some of the veteran warriors would join them so they could train against live opponents and not computer algorithms.<br/><br/>Slipping the last pieces of cheese, meat and bread into her mouth, she tossed the plate in through the hatch leading to Harlequin's cockpit before grabbing her heavily worn leather jacket and locking the hatch.  Very nimbly, Ranna climbed down Harlequin's torso and leg, dropping the last few feet to the hard metal deck.<br/>