[center][h1][b]Jaromir Zhu[/b][/h1][/center]

They'd won in all but name, but the job still wasn't done until the DropShip was back in orbit. Jaromir would leave nothing to chance until then. He'd seen too many people relax and let their guards down too early. Hell, he'd been one of those people, once upon a time. No, there was still a chance that a pirate could be a complete son of a bitch and leave some sort of rigged up trap behind. Maybe even a self-destruct. 

At first glance, the safest option would be to stay in his Trebuchet and guard the hangar. After all, he'd be behind several tons of armor still in case anything happened. But it was also a tactically [i]stupid[/i] option. A long range direct fire support Mech on hangar guard duty? That was asking for him to be pushing up daisies if some sort of attack did happen from the rear. Only worse armament he could have for this sort of close-in knife fight would be a LRM. Actually, no, it'd be an Arrow IV. Regardless, as counterproductive as it sounded, the safest place Jaromir could put his ass while still obeying orders was smack dab in the middle of all the infantry grunts. 

He made sure his extra mags were secure and grabbed his autopistol before exiting his Mech, nodding as he joined the others. God, he felt naked in the field without being in a cockpit. 

[b]"Trenchbucket's no good for hangar defense if it comes down to it. Who's getting left on guard detail?"[/b]