Perkins sat quiet through Erich's report, only occasionally sipping from his cup and fingering the cigars in his breast pocket. It was a medbay after all. As the heavy-set Lyran concluded he could only sigh and smile.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I screwed that up. I was so caught up with the whole comm-barrier that my mind went blank. I only heard once you came back what kind of state you all were in. Unfortunate, but such is the nature of war. One little mistake can lead a whole company to ruins. As far as I know Walter is highly critical of your choices, but I can't say I blame you. As far as I can tell from the ROMs it might have been an ambush, for which I'll have to revise my contacts. Someone might have sold us out after all. As for the Pillager, it seemed to be working very strangely. It managed to drop on two of our fastest scouts without them noticing, yet it chose to confront you directly even though it had the chance to get behind you. A very strange MechWarrior from what I have heard from the transmissions he sent you as well."<br/><br/>He emptied the cup and put it down on the table by Erich's bed.<br/><br/>"I think it's about time we had ourselves a well paying but easier job. I was contacted by Precentor Procyon on behalf of the First Circuit of ComStar. They wanted to offer us a contract to oversee the security of an HPG-station in Lyran space that is undergoing extensive repairs after a terrorist attack. We'll have plenty of backing from ComStar personel and the local Lyran militia to make it sort of a vacation, a chance for us to simmer down and become more than just a gathering of people. A unit, even."