[center][h2][b]The Indomitus - Mess Hall with Aria Dvalin[/b][/h2][/center]

The Baron straightened his back as he reached for his mug of synth coffee and raised it to his lips. "An officer does not advise his subordinates Lieutenant Dvalin, he orders them. Remember that for when you have subordinates of your own." He said before taking a sip. The warm liquid seem to mellow him out and a faint smile showed as he lowered the mug. "This is why I asked for permission. Do not consider this an officer-subordinate talk."

He licked his lips as he joined his hands in front of him. "Do you know what made me the big war hero I am today? That made me go from street urchin on earth to a Baron? Three things." He raised his hand. "The battle of Rantemario where I managed to be a one day double-ace." You needed 5 kills to be an ace, so 10 kills in one battle. He raised a finger. "The Assault on Geiersburg Fortress where I was first to breech the Command core and the battle of Amritsar where I managed to take down some mad Voidmage who was just about destroying our flagship with forbidden sorcery." He raised a second and a third finger, holding them up and shaking his hand slowly to put emphasis on this number.

"...Lieutenant, I have partaken in 79 major campaigns, hundreds of battles, spent thousands of days in active war zones." He said, still holding up these 3 fingers for a moment before finally lowering his hand. "I've known thousands of heroes. I've seen millions. It is extremely easy to be a hero, once. What allowed me to become so decorated and so distinguished that its embarrassing is that all day, every day, I went out there with one thing in mind: To do my job, come back alive and try to keep the people around me safe. And sometimes, once in a blue moon..." He leaned in, his grin becoming a big smile. "I saw an opportunity. And I took it."

He leaned back and shrugged. "What I mean to say Aria, is that there is no point in fighting like you have nothing left to lose. I know I fight like that, but you know why I'm here, everyone knows why I'm here. But you? You're young! Talented! Beautiful! If you feel like glory on the battlefield is the only way to reinstate your name, fine- but you miss every chances you don't take, and you can't take any more chances if you're dead." His voice had became low and serious, the Baron then slowly leaned back against the rest of his seat.

He suddenly had a frown. "And yes that's about your fighting style, but on a lesser note, what's with the unarmored mech? I've looked at the stats of your mount and this thing looks like it's made out of paper. And then you have Sharlin's silly Phantom that's even worst or-or you have Titus's Hypo that's JUST armor? What do you kids have against a good medium mech?" Wilhelm asked with a confused smile as he scratched his head.