By the time noon arrived, all of the First Battalion was assembled in the training room, wondering what their Commander was planning to assess.
"Company Commanders, to me please," Max called, bringing the three of them over with their executive officers following.
"Pay close attention not only to test results but their personal interactions. This is your chance to rearrange the wings for optimum performance." Max explained and the officers nodded in understanding.
All of the Mecha would be in one of the limited numbers of standard patterns for the experimental Mecha, so how well the wings worked together would make all the difference.
There were no substandard Pilots in the Battalion, they had all been carefully selected for the assignment, but Max could see that some clearly didn't get along easily with each other. It would be a test for the Company Commanders to get them organized in a way that minimized problems within their unit.