Elisa winced a little at Graff’s comment, but didn’t take it too badly. “Things didn’t go too well for us. No.” She explained as she took a sip from her beer. “The Cavaliers were never the best-off of units, and as a result we couldn’t be choosy when it came to contracts. We wound up pulling a job for the Taurians-“ the distaste was obvious in her voice as she poke the name “-that went all sorts of wrong.” Another sip as she thought about what had happened.<br/><br/>“We were signed up for a simple smash-and-grab objective raid; gathering parts for some complex machinery that the damn Cow Guys could no longer manufacture themselves. In theory it was a good idea, but the practice was anything but.” She raised a brow, pausing to take a bite form her alleged meal. “The resistance on the ground was a lit heavier then expected, and we’d basically dropped into a whole world of pain.”<br/><br/>“So not only were we getting cut up pretty bad, but one of the members of my Dad’s lance freaked out and panicked mid-battle, running off on his own despite getting shouted at all the way. Dad was left open, and took a nasty shot to the face that nearly took out his cockpit. No idea how he got his ‘Mech back to the ship, but either way, it ended his career.”<br/><br/>She took a large slug from the bottle now. “We managed to pull back, but we didn’t get to the objective. The Cow Guys, naturally, came down on us hard; they claimed that not only had we failed to perform but that we were in breach of contract or the like. The result was that we ended up battered, bruised and broken and out of pocket, marooned on Outreach and falling apart.”<br/><br/>“I got my dad’s ‘Mech after he retired, and hitched myself to the first good opportunity that presented itself.” She smiled a little. “Still not sure how that one’s working out.”<br/>