He was sitting in the cramped quarters of his quarters/office.  He had spent the last few hours sifting through contracts and reports on the various planets that the contracts pertained to.  He had narrowed down the stack of acceptable contracts to ten.  He would sift through those and select the three to five he felt the unit could take on with a high survival rate to the Colonel and Major MacTaggert.<br/><br/>He stood and stretched, looking down at his wrist chronometer and groaning.  He stretched his lower back and legs.<br/><br/>"I'm going for a short walk."  He said to no one but himself and stepped around the table to his door.  Taking one last look, he stepped out of the room and out into the halls of the DropShip.<br/><br/>He walked around for a bit and even found himself on the floor of the Mech Bay.  He was standing under the shadow of his Firefly.  The Mech was his grandmothers when she was a member of the Davion Light Guards.  He wished he would have brought along his grandfather's BattleMaster, but that Mech was in storage in more pieces that whole at the moment.  He was customizing that Mech, and he was doing it with his own resources, so things where a bit slow going.  He looked out onto the tarmac and saw a lone figure.<br/><br/>"That's odd." He said to himself and walked out of the DropShip.  Maybe it was one of the new recruits.<br/><br/>"Excuse me!"  He shouted to the lone figure at the walked up on her from behind.<br/><br/>"Can I help you?!"