[center][H3]Subaltern Harper Rall[/H3][/center]
Her pleasant conversation with Bjornson had been interrupted by the call of contacts and Harper saved any clever replies for after any potential combat, she wasn't sure some of the other pilots could handle maintaining a decent level of banter without losing control of their BattleMechs. More importantly, for all her relaxed mannerisms and terrifying ability to annoy the Lyrans, Harper was serious when required, but it took some effort, sometimes a lot of effort, sometimes all of her effort. 

Pirates with BattleMechs were unwelcome enough, although Harper was never sure if an UrbanMech was scary or just adorable in a very incompetent sort of way, pirates with a DropShip were however more problematic. It wasn't exactly news to anyone in the Periphery that if the  Oberon Confederation had decided to conduct some raids again, but it struck Harper as a bit strange for them to target a planet with a sizable number of BattleMechs, she couldn't imagine some up gunned pirates wanted to face the Star Guards, not that pirates were always the most intelligent or logical bunch, desperation and a need for supplies had a way of driving them to strange acts of mad bravery...

Still out of range and without the proverbial green light to engage, Harper simply kept up her advance, making sure to keep up with Bjornson, while maintaing her spacing, wary as she was of any unfriendly LRMs.

Taking a deep breath, Harper couldn't help but feel a sense of giddy anticipation, this was what she had been training for, this is what she'd been suffering through the better part of four years with a bunch of arrogant nobles that thought they could actually fight for, and above all, she'd never liked pirates very much.