[b][I]Raven Rivers[/i][/b]

Raven grinned widely, before saying to his Colonel, "This is a perfect plan. A chance to exonerate ourselves [i]just barely 24 hours[/i] after we've been formally accused. And the only potential flaw is that the Crimson Fists might somehow pull off a win once we ambush them... And that has a snowball's chance in hell."

He could taste it; victory against all odds, the light at the end of the tunnel, a legitimately earned happy ending. And all he had to do was what he did best: Grind down an enemy with all the firepower he can muster, then pummel them with his BattleMech's fists until the cockpits were pulp. His eyes flickered with glee as he said, "It is better to be feared than loved, but that's only if one cannot have both, right? And if all this succeeds, we [i]will[/i] have both."

Nothing more need be said, at least from him. His mood was clear, his renewed faith in [i]his Colonel[/i] ironclad. But his faith in himself... He had to admit he had a seed of doubt in himself and his capabilities, that he had a dent in his belief that he can make it through the coming battle and campaigns and that he won't fail himself and his people when things got tough. But he looked at the Colonel and everyone around him, and thought, [i]I can do this. For them.[/i]