[center][h1]Lieutenant Commander Johann "Rhino" Von Brandt[/h1][/center]

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[color=lightblue]"Taking this pot with me, see if the others want a cup or if I am getting lucky this time."[/color]

Johann strolled out of the mess tent with several empty mugs, one full one he was drinking from, and a full pot of reasonably fresh coffee. At this point it was purely a comfort thing, something to relax him after a mission, the caffeine did nothing at all to help wake him up given how much he went through on a regular basis. Still, it was leaps and bounds better then that Rip-Gel the others went for on longer missions. Sure, he had to use the crap every now and again, but that didn't mean he liked it. He kept his rationed packs in the Secutor, and routinely caught naps and hours whenever he could instead to put off using the stuff. As he was heading back towards their barracks tent, he turned his train of thought to how everyone was faring, as far as both pilot and MAS was concerned. 

As far as the pilots were doing, he had to tangle with the fact the other pilots had strained themselves a lot harder than he had, the situation had favored being able to just march forward and let the enemies wear themselves out on his defenses a lot more than it had the others. Commie was always pushing himself in that prototype frame, reminded him of some of the configurations light frames back at the Proving Grounds had fielded. Granted, those instances were not in live combat exercises, so it was a far cry from the years shaved off the life span from stress. Rabbit had taken a nasty hit, though her frame was slightly better at taking hits than the prototype light was. Slightly, since he was reminded those two had deliberately stripped armor, something he flat out never agreed with, no matter the edge in mobility.

Hex also took a nasty hit, having comms and IFF go down was never ideal under any circumstances, but otherwise had taken the encounter reasonably well. Her frame, beyond that damage, had also gotten out reasonably undamaged otherwise. Boss was in good shape as far as he could gather, at least in terms of physical and frame condition, and other than expended munitions was probably the one closest to being able to redeploy immediately in a pinch. Overall not a terrible outcome, [i]especially[/i] for an orbital assault, and he wasn't going to look that gift horse in the metaphorical mouth. They were a known quality to the Coalition forces at this point, something that would make further operations trickier, at least a little bit, but if they were lucky overall operations would go smoothly enough.

It was about this point that Johann reached the barracks tent, and he put on his usual confident smile as he stepped in, catching the tail end of Rabbit mentioning fleecing the support staff of their supplies gambling. A snort of amusement announced that he arrived, setting down the pot and empty mugs nearest the center of the tent, on a flat surface, as he found a bunk to sit on, taking another sip of his coffee before chiming in himself.

[color=lightblue]"Support staff knows better than to take those kinds of bets with either you or I at the table, Sabine. Brought some coffee if anyone wants to put off that Rip-Gel crap a bit longer."[/color]