[spoiler]He's a cyborg, isn't he? Fair enough, but Eric has an Imperial [i]Archeon[/i]-class AI in his head.[/spoiler] Eric looks at the two men carefully, noting the Frontiersman's odd qualities before he says, "Doesn't sound like a very impressive plan, no offense General. We don't know what's out there, and I don't want to present my ass on a platter to an Ignus warbeast. You hired me to clear the LZ, nothing more..." Suddenly, Eric pauses. A long time ago, when he was only a 15 year old boy, he had given up the gunslinging life in order to sign up for the NTR, in order to make a difference that mattered, regardless of the money. He didn't continue to speak, and merely thought; JT wasn't his CO anymore, so he didn't need to be as respectful as he had been. JT certainly hadn't. "Send your troops in, then we'll talk. This is my operation, General, and I'll have it done my way."