Erich finished his mugful of tea, setting the empty container aside. "I'm fairly certain that the pilot of the Pillager was about as mentally stable as a Tharkad avalanche is gentle and fluffy; Considering he missed with three of his four Gauss Slugs at nearly point-blank range, but managed to hit me in the head with his first punch, I'd wager that he was so far gone, mentally, as to want to only fight against 'Worthy' foes. And, while I don't often stroke that ego of mine, because it's plenty big enough according to most everyone else, I think turning a half-dozen or so Cataphracts into slag, and amputating limbs from another half-dozen counted as 'worthy' for him."<br/><br/>Slowly spreading his large, scarred hands to test the reach of his fingers, he looked down for a moment. "As for the possibility of it being an Ambush, I don't know yet. I'd have to review the BattleROMs of the Recon lance 'Mechs as well, but, from what I could gather through the Capellan Jamming, they were jumped by a picket of a dozen dune buggies that some asshat had slapped several tons of weapons onto, but didn't have any 'Mech-related contact until that Pillager and his pals clipped Yamina and Hiro. I do know that the Research base, while it was on high alert, was not expecting some three hundred-odd tons of 'Mech to simply walk through their Research buildings and tear the hell out of the place."<br/><br/>He paused as Perkins explained his suggestion for a Garrison Contract in Lyran space. "Playing guard for an HPG station, eh? I'll be honest, Perkins, I never much fell in with the beliefs of comstar, but I haven't mocked anyone for believing either. I'm not too sure the rest of the company would jump at the chance, but we do need the time to Rest and Refit; all of our 'mechs have been hammered to some degree or another, we need to sift through that massive collection of Lostech we jacked from the Museum, and it's about time the Aerojocks got to play in the sand with the rest of us. Thought I heard rumbling a few months back that you were considering upgrading from Lucifers to Chippewas or Slayers for the twins anyhow."<br/><br/>He nodded slightly. "Alright; so, assuming the usual stopover on Outreach to report the loss of Two pilots with no report of their being dead or not, following the unit 'tradition' of keeping the Company commander's last name, as the first name of the unit, which means we'll be going from that unpronounceable name Walt has us saddled with to something a little higher on the Alphabetical list..." He paused and smirked at that, letting Perkins know he was only mostly joking about wanting to rename the unit 'Stone's Hussars'.<br/><br/>"We'll probably want some recruits to fill the gaps as well, which we can make Walt do while we're on Outreach. So, which planet is the one we're going to have some Garrison duties, instead of 'Kick in the door and shoot everything' Duties? Because, if it's mostly temperate, I'll have to remind you kids that I'm still one of the better cooks when we're not being shot at."