<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ranna Krannok<br/><strong>Mech:</strong>HCT-6D Hatchetman<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Harlequin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outreach/ Coolant Leak Bar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Looking for new company members<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ranna had recognized a number of the men who entered the bar and headed up to the upper level while she had been listening to Ailis, Percival and Elisa, but did her best to keep from catching their attention.  A number of them were new pups the Dragoons had recruited a few years back, part of the new regime, part of Anton's crowd.  Ranna remembered Natasha having issue with their attitudes and discipline and had warned Jaime they would be trouble.  Ranna remembered helping train a few of the older boys and realizing their recklessness in cockiness tended to get them shot up during simulations,<em>It's good to see things haven't changed much</em>She thought to herself as the yelling grew louder and the first signs of a fight ensued.<br/><br/>"I'd suggest we clear out.  We can't wait for the other two any longer and we don't need this kind of head right now."  With a long chug she swallowed the rest of her Ale and moved towards the door, carefully weaving her way through the throng of onlookers.