<div class="floatleft">(http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/phillymynx/ec6fd896-2367-4fc6-bbba-e3a526e7ee17_zps22068cda.jpg)</div>Armina Sloane Farkas<br/>Command Lance, Dalton<br/>Dalton System<br/>Duchy of Oriente<br/>5 February 3145<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Gheistwulf, Sloane, order acknowledged. Moving to your position."</strong>Armina spoke into her mic, while depressing the comm button. She then flipped over to the command lance channel,<strong>"Charybdis, breaking formation to join with Gheistwulf. Good hunting sir."</strong><br/><br/>Armina shook her head slightly as she moved her mech away from her lance commander to join with Allia's mech, she hoped her commanders had a plan, she wasn't about to wade her mech into the middle of a town and start blasting away, c-bills or not. As she moved, she kept a sharp eye on her sensors and scanned the surroundings with her ever reliable mark one eyeball. Sometimes the eyes saw things electronics just couldn't pick up, a rock out of place, a strange pack of dirt. Her old militia unit had proven often enough that those that relied too heavily on their instruments often paid a price, after all, simple mines and tripwires don't show up on scans.<br/><br/>She spared a quick glance at Allia's mech, a Ghost. Supposedly, they'd been developed as a counterpart to her own type of mech, a Griffin. Having never worked with anyone who'd piloted one before, Armina couldn't help but wonder if they would make a good combination. Between the two of them, they certainly packed a good array of long range weaponry while still maintaining maneuverability. The Wraith she was more familiar with. They had a good combination of speed and firepower that could make them very dangerous in the right hands. She'd also seen one piloted by a novice when she was still quite young who tried to engage a Timberwolf in his Wraith, thinking his speed would keep him safe. Unfortunately, that pilot only managed to make a suicide run right into the wolf's lasers. She certainly hoped that DJ was a more capable pilot.<br/><br/>A moment later she was within range of Allia's and DJ's mechs, the ECM bubble of her Guardian suite enveloping them both. She hoped that it would help throw off any enemy sensors that might try and lock in on them. And if they truly had artillery in that town, well, maybe they'd be bad shots doing things the old fashioned way. She thumbed her comm once more,<strong>"Sloane in position on you Sir."</strong>