At being told to take a seat Jarric sat right down and proceeded to lean back a bit into a more relaxed position. Looking up at their star commander Jarric was shorter than most mechwarriors and used to being around elementals so the usual intimidating effect such a height difference usually made was rather lost on him. All the same he did listen in, at least for the most part, while he looked around at his fellow warriors now. He could have used the wristband they had given them but he trusted his own eyes more than he trusted the little machine, Might Before Metal was the motto for his clan afterall. They were a mix of freeborns and trueborns as well as various clans as their Star Commander made sure to mention. This was hardly an issue to him, there were no Fire Mandrills among them and the only potential issue among themwas the Jade Falcon, the Falcons and Horses had no love lost with the Falcons overly orthodox methods and the Hell's Horses being one of the most unconventional of the clans. Still with the freeborns he was certain he could build some comraderie, his clan was well known for accepting freeborns.
Something that piqued his interest was the Star Commander informed them that they were to be playing at spheroids and mercenaries. The concept of a mercenary was mostly foreign to the clans and as a result he had only a rough idea of the concept. From his understanding they were soldiers without loyalty beyond their units or even themselves, taking pay for combat. He did not understand economics at all he knew that the closest to an economy like the Inner Sphere had was the workings of the merchant class but without an actual currency aside from work chits that was a tentative comparison at best. It seemed he was going to fall back on his basic understanding, he was going to go into combat anf ight alongside all these people pretending to be a spheroid, putting his hands behind his head he figured it would not be too hard the more orthodox clans called them almost spheroids anyway.
As the Star Commander went on Jarric could really only smile, they were told to pack up their armor yet all he could think about was that in his last battle they had drawn a CJF force into an artillery barrage right after ignoring their challanges to duels then ambushed them with elementals, it had been a fun fight. He doubted he would be arguing with the others much but it seemed a big focus for the Star Commander that they all get along which he was fine with he liked to think he was likeable. As the Star Commander finished off his opening speech he was about to respond but the Falcon managed to speak first so he closed his mouth instead and waited to see what kind of name they had been assigned to go under.