<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/>Tagging: </strong>Hector Skorzinni, Armina Sloane Farkas<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The surroundings were quiet, as expected. It wasn't as if their arrival had been any kind of stealthy. But than again, the company was under no pressure to hide their presence. Their opponents, on the other hand, would be more than content to make their lives miserable. The fact that they had not come out to meet them in force meant Damian had been correct; they weren't foolish enough to think they could engage a several lances of 'Mechs, largely piloted by experienced warriors. As expected, the merchant in him cursed the fact that they would need to spend time and money on that mudball, while the warrior in him praised the chance to get into an exciting scrap. His attention remained fixed on his surroundings, his eagle eye scanning the horizon visually as he tried to spy any movement he could. While he had sensors advanced enough to serve in Recon, he didn't have their forward position, meaning the two craft that had split up had escaped his notice.<br/><br/>His lancemates would soon realize that he was a very quiet man to have lead you. He would only ever speak when necessary, and they would find nothing irks him as quickly as pointless banter. He was a clanner, and discipline was going to be enforced to a ridiculous degree. That being said, silence wasn't always a good thing, especially if nerves were to run high. Another reason why he served better as tactical adviser than a commander.</div>