Erich Listened to Perkins' commentary stoically; the veteran had seen far too meny Mechwarriors laid out from Neurofeedback, though Walter's case was rare; normally feedback powerful enough to prevent someone from Using a 'Mech, for days, weeks, months, or permanently, was only caused by ammunition explosions, as the effects of a ton or more of ammunition venting through the back and 'spine' of a 'mech was traumatic enough, combined with the electron feedback welding the neurohelmet's contact points to skin.<br/><br/>Slowly, like a turret tracking its target, his eyes swiveled from the Datapad to Perkins' face after he had spoken his peace. "So, let me get this straight. You want me to pick up the pieces and whip the lot into shape, so long as Walt is stuck with the 'fun' of being involuntarily disposessed, with the other option being to space the lot of us from the crew deck on down, and start fresh."<br/><br/>Placing the datapad aside, he rubbed the bridge of his nose slowly. "If this isn't run by Walt, it's mutiny, and we both know it; I don't care if you're the financier and owner of this beat-up old Union, but, like any house military, if we start breaking the rules willy-nilly, everything will go to crap in short order. The fact that we have two 'warriors practically slavishly devoted to Walt doesn't help much; try to force him to step down, and they'll probably do their best to go Drac on you with sharpened fingernails or some crazy shit. Do we know if it's permanent, or did he get lucky? Because, either way, we could stuff him into a Savannah Master and see how he likes zipping around in something that goes Two-twenty, and has a big enough laser to be a threat."<br/><br/>Erich leaned forwards slightly, deliberately getting into Perkins' personal space, knowing that the dropship captain was, at some level, scared of the Mechwarrior. "If Walt agrees to step aside, I have the experience, and rank from the LCAF to command a Battalion. I prefer smaller commands, considering how long I've babysat every new 'warrior that comes through here. If he refuses, then we get to argue into the night about what should be done, and how, but there will not be any deaths on this ship if I have anything to say about it. Are we clear?"<br/><br/>Getting up, he glowered at Perkins. "Far as I care, this is something you need to talk with Walt about before it goes any further. Until then, nobody else will know about this." Turning, he left the dropship's bridge, heading for the 'mech bay.