<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br/>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios Airfield<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Tagged:</strong>Kari, Samson, Hiro, Moshe<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>“Nice view from up there?</em><br/>Allia smiled, a bit of her hidden desire for Kari slipped through to her face at the question.<em>Of course the view is nice.</em>She thought to herself feeling a need to be closer to the discussion.  Deftly aware of all of the nooks and crannies on Gheistwulf's frame, Allia nimbly climbed down along her mech's torso until she was about three meters from the ground.  Pushing off slightly as not to bounce off any of the protruding appendages, Allia landed firmly on her feet, bending her body to absorb the shock as her hand reached down to steady herself against the ground.  As she stood, her smile never faltered as she walked up to Kari, Samson and Damian.<br/><br/><em>"I’d say that they simply didn’t know what they were getting into.  They let themselves be baited by the recon lance and out-ran their support. By the time they got to us, we already had the numbers and put them in a hard place to recover from....Does help that I have fantastic people under my command as well who did a fantastic job of pulling it all off....You did a great job there as well of pointing Strike lance in the right direction. Hell, that flanking move probably did more to win the battle then anything else”</em><br/><br/>Allia blushed momentarily at the praise.  She'd heard it a thousand times from Kari, but for some reason it never seemed to stop the flush from filling her cheeks.  She simply smiled and shrugged as if to say '<em>just doing my job.'</em><br/><br/><em>"One of these days you're going to slip and break your neck, lieutenant Rowe..."</em>She giggled slightly, the humor she felt in Damian's comment showing in her face.  They'd known each other longer than anyone in the company so far and he knew that she never slipped. But that never stopped him from chiding her for her acrobatic games.<br/><br/>Her cheer and flush cheeks subsided quickly as Ronin charged up to the circle of mechs parked on the ramp.  When he disembarked from his mech and headed towards Kari she could tell he was up in arms about something.  She wondered how it must be for him to be fighting against his own people.  He was upset at the way that Moshe had torn into the Blade.  She didn't get a look at the photo he showed Kari, but from his reaction and his comments it couldn't be good.  The sad part was that she had seen warriors like Moshe come and go.  New to the strength of battlemechs, new to the idea of real combat and short on patience or skill.  She'd have to work with him to change some things if Kari seriously wanted his Sarath in the Strike Lance.  That kind of behavior and lack of restraint wouldn't be tolerated in her lance.<br/><br/>The sad thing was his behavior and his final display of his lack of experience on the battlefield didn't surprise Allia in the least.  It was only a matter of time before he got himself or someone else killed and she'd be damned if that happened in her lance.  Stepping up to Kari as everyone stepped back from Moshe's display,  she stepped close enough that she was surrounded by the woman's scent of sweat and skin.  "Are you sure you want him in Strike?  I don't know if I can even train him like this."  She shrugged as she slanted her head slightly to the side to show Kari she was at a loss with this one.