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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jun 11, 2005 1:36:20 GMT -5
Jumping into the tank, sliding into the commanders seat. We quickly moved out once everyone was seated. Once at the mechs, I jumped to my feet scrambling out of the tank with Captain Dillenger, running over to the Annihilator mech, climbing up, jumping into the cockpit seat.
OH yes, come to mama big boy!!!!!
I laughed a little at my own comment. Although I had been in my share of mechs and was well versed on their workings, and have taken down more then a few, I was not familiar with this particular one. I quickly began to acquaint myself with its capabilities.
Oh SWEET!!! I feel like I'm home again.
Running my fingers lovingly over the console, I fired him up. He was slow moving, but had a lot of fire power. All the others had moved out already. I caught up with them just after Kintaru and Captain Maxwell made short of the enemy around the tanks. Then Captain Dillenger busted through the bay doors. My mech was the last one out of the door.
This is Bishop-5, we are going to be out numbered real fast. There's more mechs coming out of that Drop ship. Though it seems the one's already out are the heaviest they've got.
My mech seemed slow moving which is why, I'm guessing, the Blakist troops in the smaller mechs thought they could surround me, therefore outnumbering me and out gunning me. Well, they were wrong, DEAD WRONG
You guys wanna play? ...... Then let's get busy.
Working the console with agility and speed, I powered up all the cannons, I threw the Annihilator into a 360 degree turn, cannons a blazing.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!! TAKE THAT YOU BLAKIST DOGS!!!!!!!!!
When it was all over and the smoke cleared a little, the Circle of Death was complete, and the Blakist dogs were down. All of their smaller mechs totally annihilated. Now I knew where the big guy had gotten his name. Chuckling softly to myself. I felt exhilarated. That feeling was replaced quickly with concern. Even though I was out of that the whole team was being fired upon by a drop ship. I lumbered forward, knowing this mech had excellent long range capabilities. We had to take that drop ship down quickly. Powering up my cannons again I got ready to help the others take this ship down.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jun 11, 2005 10:42:34 GMT -5
Golden beams of coherent energy spat forth from my Cyclops' heavy laser suite, lancing out across the battlefield to strike the rear quarter of a charging Daishi. I scored a very nice hit, blowing out one of its CASE bins and causing its torso to pitch down slightly. The monster swung its guns around, and I knew I had gotten its attention. Now it was time to dance.
Although my Cyclops had a speed and agility advantage over the lumbering Clan 'Mech, the Daishi - whose name appropriately translated to Great Death - boasted terrifying amounts of firepower that could slaughter my 'Mech in under a minute's time. Even an Atlas stood little chance against the crippling blows that this 'Mech could deliver, and I had just entered into a game of cat and mouse with it. I throttled my leviathan 'Mech to full and flanked to the right of the now-oncoming OmniMech. The shotgun-like crack of its autocannons firing, coupled with an emerald flash as four of its ER Large Lasers lanced past my cockpit, indicated that I had just missed having my Cyclops gutted by its initial barrage.
Twisting my torso as I entered into the Daishi's rear arc, I matched my speed with its turn rate. Hammering away at its notoriously thin rear armor, I knew that I had to take full advantage of the position I was in - sooner or later, the pilot would counter-maneuver, and the fight would truely be on.
Suddenly, the Daishi reversed, twisting its torso to the absolute limit, its body turning 180 degrees as I scrambled to get out of its way. It swung one of its arms wide, scoring a hit across my 'Mech's cockpit with two ER Large Lasers. The ferroglass canopy made a screeching sound as it absorbed the hit, and a long, black scar formed as the glass that had been struck cooled.
So you wanna dance, huh?
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Post by Kathryn "SplitTail" Wayne on Jun 11, 2005 17:31:02 GMT -5
My radar had traces of 2 full lances moving at full throttle towards the Blakist Base. From the battle chatter, they were in pursuit of an Atlas that was causing delays in their arrival. I also picked up that A Dashi had withdrew and was back at the base.
Unidentified Lances, this is Omega and Theta Lances moving in to reinforce the Legionnaires. We are friendly over.
Understood. This is Wraith and Vampire Lances. We are in pursuit of an Atlas and the Daishi eluded our sensors in this storm. From the sounds of it, it is back at the base and raising hell.
Copy that. We have your six.
Theta-1, follow my lead. We are going in hot. I want you to assist the units in the base get to a more open area.
Affirmative Omega-1.
We pushed our throttles to the red line and got what extra speed we could out of our mechs. The 2 Legionnaire Lances ahead of us reached the base and from the chatter, the Daishi went down and the Atlas was getting close to it final moments.
As we got within range of the base, it was a raging battle in close quarters, with primarily the main fire support coming from the Dropship.
I saw a badly mauled Rifleman trying to limp away and it looked like the only reason the pilot wasn't dead was because of their skill.
This is Omega-1, Omega Lance on me. Let's help out that Rifleman before these Blakist Dogs get lucky.
Theta-1, new orders. Take your Lance and focus everything you've got into that Dropship.
Omega-2 I copy. Omega-3 confirmed. Omega-4 I have a visual.
Theta-1, understood. Opening fire on the Dropship.
Omega-1 to friendly Rilfeman, you look like you could use some help.
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on Jun 11, 2005 17:44:04 GMT -5
With the enemy catapult destroyed and Dillenger safe I turned my attention to see how Maxwell was doing. I was shocked to see Ben’s Cyclopes duelling with a mighty Daishi, a mech that could easily over power his… and my own for that matter. I waited for the right opportunity for attack. That opportunity came as soon as the evil beast turned and fired at the Captain after he showed an impressive display of battle tactics by attacking it’s rear. Regardless of whether Ben needed my help or not, we still had an evacuation to attend to. The Daishi had just rotated it’s axis 180 degrees and fired at the Cyclopes when I fired a savage amount of damage towards it’s already damaged rear. The enemy stumbled forward and eventually onto it‘s knees, leaving the pilot hysterical with anger. I fired off my auto cannons, only to remember the computer “recommending” me not to use them. I should of paid attention. The rounds completely went wide, missing the target. Suddenly my entire weapons system went offline and several lines of “gibberish” code flashed on my weapons display.
“What the hell?!” I shouted pounding the small keyboard mounted in front of it. Looking up I saw the monstrous Daishi clamber to whilst Maxwell’s weapons systems recycled.
“Shit! … I can still move…” Without further hesitation, I shifted my Atlas into high gear and charged the Daishi. The mech, as mad as a wasp, raised to its feet just in time to see over 50 tonnes of moving, fortified armour, crash into him. This action had toppled us both into a large warehouse building, crushing it instantly. We both struggled on the ground; me frantically trying to keep the beast on the ground and the Daishi attempting to fire his weaponry at me without damaging himself. A beam of emerald lasers piled into the upper right arm of my Atlas, causing me to shift and roll over. Just I was beginning to think I had failed, Maxwell’s Cyclopes stomped on the enemy mech’s cockpit, crushing the pilot. I gave out a sigh of relief… and my weapon systems came back online.
“Typical…” I said as I went through the motions of getting my mech back on it’s feat. Maxwell and I exchanged our gratitude’s as we ploughed back into battle…
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jun 11, 2005 17:58:13 GMT -5
Omega-1. I confirm, we'll fire on the dropship.
Theta 2-4, open fire on that dropship. Take it down imediatly, and assist the friendly 'mechs in the area when that ship is a pile of burning Blakists.
Understood. Firing
I twisted my torso 90 deg. and opened fire. I accelerated and activated LAMS. The dropship took a Triple Round of Guass fire. Obviously one of the Alacorn tanks. I saw a PPC motivator burn out, and hit the ground. Less to worry about. I fired an Alpha Strike at one of the Boost Generators. If the dropship were to attempt a getaway, it wouldn't get far now. I took a Guass round to the torso. Not a good shot, but 2 MRMS followed it. Damn. I turned to see Theta-3's Alpha strike destroy a Guass cannon on the DropShip.
Nice shot, Theta-3.
I took another Guass round, but this time it was a better shot. My mech shuttered, then fell forward. Damn it! My stataus computer chirped once, indicating balance thrusters coming online. I checked the damge monitor. Not bad, but my right leg was Orange now. One more heavy round, and i'd be crippled. Not a good thing. I looked to the left to see and Annihilator 'mech firing on the dropship... We didn't have much more time before that dropship destroied us all. I started to break a sweat, but I wiped it away when I saw a small fire start near the DropShip's generator. I turned my 'mech with a full Alpha Strike ready again.
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Post by Star Captain Killian Bekker on Jun 11, 2005 18:02:03 GMT -5
The battle was not fairing well for me. My Rifleman was battered from repeated LRM salvos and PPC blasts from the Dropship. My mech's leg acutators were fried as my mech limped about. I fired my autocannons at the last remaining siege tank and alarms went off telling me that I now had no more ammunition.
Great....
This is Wraith-1, we are at the perimeter to the base. Vampire Lance is tied up with an Atlas and I see that someone is dueling with that Daishi. We will breech the wall as soon as we knock out these turrets.
Understood Wraith-1.
A hail of fire rained on the exterior wall from the newly arrived mechs. But what I saw next, made my heart jump. 8 more mechs plodded into view from the storm.
Omega-1 to friendly Rilfeman, you look like you could use some help.
That voice!
The newly arrived lances had great timing as well as a knack for stating the obvious.
That's affirmative Omega-1. I'm bingo for ammo and I don't have any armor above yellow.
Understood. Start pulling your forces out of the base. We'll keep them pinned in so you have some room to manuever.
One lance began screening for my mech and the Alacorn tanks as we made for the gate. The other Lance turned toward the Dropship and all 4 sent Alpha Strikes boring into the Dropship.
Almost home free...
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Post by Lance Commander Marcus Taylor on Jun 11, 2005 18:46:07 GMT -5
The battle raged as Theta Lance unleashed a torrent of firepower into the Dropship. I unloaded another barrage from my dual Ultra A/C-20s into the now crippled Dropship.
The heavy rounds slammed home and it was the straw that broke the camel's back. The Dropship began collapsing in on itself as it's structure was no longer able to hold it's own body.
Theta-2 reporting target destroyed.
Confirmed Theta-2. Nice shooting. Theta Lance, shift focus to securing the area for our dropships.
Understood. Theta-2 standing by.
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jun 11, 2005 19:01:00 GMT -5
Theta Lead to Theta-2. Concentrate all fire on the underside.
Then, 20 seconds, and 7 Alpha Strikes later, The DropShip was a blazing mess. It fell, blowing snow all around. Then, a fire blazed near the core, and A giant fire described in a violent manner that the ship had been destroied. Chunks of twisted, molten metal landed around us, and a Smoking, blazing dropship was in the center.
GOOD SHOOTING, BOYS!!! WOOOHOO! Wayne, confirmed target destroied, Enemy DropShip down! I couldn't help but smile...
"We're not out yet, we've still got damaged 'mechs to escort home"... Said Wayne over an open channel.
"Ma'am?"
I turned my 'mech just in time to see an Atlas and a Cyclops 'mech litterally crush a Daishi 'mech with their weight. Another red dot dissaperaed off my radar. This conflict was coming to the victorius end...
"Theta, drinks on me when we get back home..."
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Post by Holms Net on Jun 11, 2005 19:01:50 GMT -5
Fortunatly, our tank wasn't in any of the trouble that any of the other 'mechs were. Considering the weaponry wasn't enough to take out anything large alone, we had to maintain focus on taking out the tanks. It didn't really require any skill, as they were too occupied with the 'mechs to be able to turn in time to find a target to hit.
The battle ensued for some time, and I continued to pick off infantry and some smaller tanks. One bad shot had missed and end up hitting a Daishi laying on the ground without a cockpit, causing the arm to fall off right on to a pack of Blakist soldiers.
The reinforcements had just arrived, and moved in to cover Dillenger's damaged Rifleman. Another lance had taken it on themselves to destroy the dropship assaulting us. I had taken a few shots at the Dropship, but the lasers hardly did anything but cause a scorch mark on the armor of such a strong ship. Fortunatly, the new lance had created quite a bit of trouble for the Dropship. I had seen at least 3 alpha strikes go off into it, the third hitting right on target near the core of the ship, causing an immense explosion, taking quite a chunk of enemy forces out in the process. An enemy 'mech I had noticed leaving the Dropship had gone down with it, seemingly one of the stronger 'mechs. The most likely drunk Blakist had taken forever to maneuver his 'mech out of the bay, even locking in a few other 'mechs. At least he wouldn't have to worry about missing any pay... if the Blakist fools even gave pay.
I quickly turned my focus to pick off the remaining few tanks and infantry in the immediate area. It had seemed this battle was nearing an end.
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Post by Star Captain Killian Bekker on Jun 12, 2005 14:51:17 GMT -5
Several minutes after the last Blakist combat unit fell, 4 Dropships landed in the makeshift landing site just outside of the base. 3 belonged to the Gokusotsu and the fourth, to Schuster's unit.
Wraith Lance and Vampire Lance loaded onto the first 2 Dropships while the 2 Alacorn tanks proceeded to be loaded onto the 3rd.
Medics had setup a small area to treat Zhukov and Schuster.
Meanwhile, Schuster's unit loaded onto their Dropship and returned on foot.
I powered down my battered Rifleman and exited the cockpit and walked over to the medics station. I wanted to check on Sgt. Zhukov and Schuster.
I looked over and wondered what Capt. Maxwell intended to do with the mechs we had hijacked. He seemed to like the Cyclops and I knew that if any of the mechs were being taken, that would be the first.
Sgt. Zhukov, how are you feeling?
Not to bad. I could use some good vodka right about now, but overall it's just a scratch. Hurts like a beast, but I'll manage.
Good, good. Schuster? What his status?
A medic looked up and replied.
He's going to need some more serious medical attention. Nothing too much we can do here. He requires a hospital and a surgeon for his leg.
Understood, if his commander permits, I will take him to our ship and have him tended too.
Good. We can stop the bleeding, but he's lost a lot of blood and the sooner he gets to that hospital, the better.
I began walking towards Capt. Maxwell, when a female officer flanked by two bodyguards exited the unknown units Dropship and walked up to him as well.
She spoke first.
Captain Maxwell I presume?
He looked up.
And you must be Daedalus.
Yes, I understand you have custody of one of my officers.
No, actually I do not, however, Commander Dillenger does.
He motioned towards me. As she turned, many memories came rushing back. I wondered if she remembered me, still had feelings and most importantly what was she going to say.
The expression on her face turned from that of a stoic commander, to one of mixed emotion.
It's true. You...you're alive?!
The fact that she thought I had died saddened me. It brought me back to that fateful day when I indeed "vanished" and was never heard from again.
Yes. I am. I'm surprised you remembered me. I see you haven't changed much.
Neither have you. A little older perhaps, but still the same woman I was when you disappeared. So tell me, how does a clanner become the head of a Kuritan Black Ops unit?
Captain Maxwell's jaw dropped. He looked at me with a startled look. He remained silent, mostly from disbelief, though I suspected he wanted to hear more.
I see this information surprises you Captain. As Dillenger is more than willing to reveal his secret, I'm sure you'd like to know as well.
It's true. I'm a Clanner, Clan Ghost Bear.
Captain Maxwell tried to process the new information that was now being presented to him about his allies. After a long period of silence, he was the first to speak.
So, your unit. How is it possible that you are the Commanding Officer of a Kuritan Black Ops unit?
Some things are best left in the dark Captain. Very few of my crew know my secret. If the others found out, there would be a mutiny.
In due time, all will be revealed. But know that I still abide by my honor and that nothing has changed.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jun 12, 2005 18:04:17 GMT -5
The battle had gone on for quite awhile, I had stood my ground, canons blazing, making some excellent hits. It took a lot of us firing on the drop ship to finally get her down. While a lot of the others were busy fighting battles with other mechs, I knew I had to just keep my fire power beaded on the drop ship. The battle finally leaned in our favor as some extra, unknown to me units came to help. It was a good thing they did because we definitely needed it.
Unfortunately just before the drop ship went completely down , my mech had taken one direct hit to the center where it was most venerable. That hit took out my power console, I couldn't fire anymore or move. I took a smaller hit to one of my legs, my mech went down. As soon as it hit the ground I tried to scramble out of the cockpit, cause just laying there made me an easy target. The damn cockpit latch was jammed. I hit at it with my fist then kicked at it hard with my boot, but it wouldn't budge. Pressing my comm button, I tried to reach someone, anyone.
This is Bishop 5 my annihilator mech is down, my cockpit latch is jammed, I need help, can anyone hear me? Come back.
Nothing but loud static crackled over the comm. I repeated my message again, just hoping someone might hear me. I kept working on the jammed latch. The drop ship was down, so I didn't have to worry about it. The battle outside seemed to be coming to an end. I just hoped someone had heard my radio transmission or that they might notice my mech was down and I had not come out.
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on Jun 12, 2005 18:36:54 GMT -5
The battle was intense and was proving difficult for my damaged Atlas. With savvier damage to my mech’s arm and my weapons systems occasionally going offline, this was proving to be a difficult fight. Swinging to my right, I assisted Dillenger with taking out a couple light mechs with my mighty LRMs. Swinging to my left, I noticed Mamba stumbling to the ground, her mech taking a great beating from tank that was equipped with a “rail gun” weapon that I was not familiar with. However, identifying the weapon was the least of my concerns. The tanker seemed to be celebrating over his feat. I guessed this because he sure as hell didn’t notice the close range emerald coloured beams crash that I fired until they physically hit their intended target. I wondered if he was even aware if he had died… The four beams pierced the tank’s weak armour and exploded from the intense heat. I was now panicking, I couldn’t hear SOS messages from Mamba and I was beginning to fear the worst.
I decided to take a risk and power down my Atlas to investigate. Rushing over to the fallen mech’s cockpit door I could see Mamba furiously struggling to escape the wreckage. I gave her a quick wave and asked, through sign language, if she was ok. I received a thumbs up, then a sudden look of fear grow on her face. Without me noticing, three Blake troops had surrounded me and were “requesting” me to drop my weapons. Without hesitation I pounced on the guard closet to me. I swivelled his rifle on his trigger finger, so that the muzzle was aiming at him. In his confusing he fired upon himself, 15 rounds piled through his armour, killing him instantly. I then twisted his body around and used him as a shield from the on coming fire from his team mates. I charged towards them and threw their bloody mess of a fallen comrade into them, toppling both of the troops over. Without further haste I empty the magazine into both bodies, then discarded the weapon. I quickly unsheathed “Ryu” and sliced open the canopy and successfully freed Mamba. Taking her by the hand, I made sure she didn’t have any injuries.
“Are you ok?”
“A few scratches but I’ll be fine. This woman is tough ya know?” she replied, smiling. I couldn’t help but pull a grin. I escorted her back to the Atlas to resume the battle. Though it was a tight squeeze, we managed to get both of ourselves into cramped cockpit.
The funniest things happen to me…
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jun 12, 2005 19:43:48 GMT -5
Still trying to work furiously on the latch, getting frustrated as hell at it, just then I noticed the Atlas taking out the tank that had delivered the last shot that brought me down, and probably would have finished me off if it hadn't been for Kintaru. I watched as he opened his cockpit and jumped out, running my way. I looked up shocked worried that he was making himself very venerable to attack. At the same time I was soooooo glad to see someone coming to help me.
Good ol Kintaru, you could always count on him to take a risk, especially if you really needed him to.
Kintaru ran over to my mech, signalling to me if I was ok. I gave him a thumbs up. Just as he was about to go about the task of freeing me, three Blakist troopers surrounded him. The look on my face must have tipped him off. I stood helplessly trapped in my mech as he fought them off. Still kicking furiously at the latch hoping to get out and help, but it wasnt to be. Before I realized it he had made short order of those Blakist dogs, came back to me, slicing open the cockpit with his sword. Holding out his hand to me, I was more then happy to take it.
“Are you ok?”
“A few scratches but I’ll be fine. This woman is tough ya know? Nice job on the three Blakist troops. Fast and efficient.”
I smiled at him. Releived someone had noticed my fall. Kintaru escorted me back to his Atlas. We both climbed in. How we managed to fit into the cramped cockpit I don't know but I was just glad to be inside so I didn't feel so exposed to the danger around us.
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Post by Commander Garrett Garland on Jun 12, 2005 20:27:21 GMT -5
The Alacorn tank in which I gunned shuddered under the impact of autocannon fire from another tank. It seemed that we were combating a Vedette medium tank. Although we significantly outweighed it, our tank had taken battle damage, and we were 'mechwarriors, not tankers... surley the enemy crew were more skillful operators. We took another hit from the Vedette's Armstrong J11 AutoCannon, destroying two of our three gauss rifles. I managed to turn the turret towards the Vedette but it all came down to numbers. I had just fired off a trio of gauss slugs at a now burning tank seconds earlier so the guns had yet to recycle. It was unlikely that our armor could take another AutoCannon barage and so it really came down to weapon recycle times. I had my final gauss rifle targeted right where the Vedette's turret met its main body, an inherently weak spot. The weapon ready sound had barely reached my ears as I fired off the gauss cannon, it’s slug sailing right into the Vedette’s weakest point. I observed the tanks turret flying into the air and then a bright light.
I was on my back and the bright light persisted. I turned my head to see Schuster lying in a bed next to mine, covered in bandages and dermal regeneratives. Although I couldn’t sit up I could tell I was in the infirmary in a dropship, and that we were under thrust. I couldn’t tell how long I had been out for, maybe a few days… maybe more. My body had lived off of stimulants and painkillers for most of our operation so I assumed that I had been out cold for three days at the very least. I hoped that I had merely forgotten the end of the battle and hadn’t actually lost consciousness while manning the turret otherwise I would have put many others in danger. I looked at my right arm and traced the IV line back to its source. An automated medical dispenser was controlling my dosages and a small LCD screen indicated my next dosage of medicine. I studied it and noticed numbers ticking down in the corner. They reached zero and I felt yet another liquid enter my bloodstream and then I feel asleep.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jun 13, 2005 11:29:50 GMT -5
With the end of the calamatious battle came another explosive revelation. Dillenger wasn't Freeborn. My mind reeled as I struggled to calculate the implications of this - particularly when it was revealed that Dillenger was also a double agent.
The Lyrans - well, they still remained anyone's guess."...in due time, all will be revealed. But know that I still abide by my honor and that nothing has changed."I nodded, fixing my gaze on a point somewhere beyond Daedalus...beyond Dillenger, and beyond the smoldering wreckage that was the aftermath of our bloody, chaotic fight. I needed time to think."Let's get the charges planted and get the hell off this rock. Destroy the Cyclops and the Atlas. There's so much electronic warfare equipment crammed into those two that I don't want to run the risk of enabling the Blakists to track us because we overlooked something. Beyond that - let's salvage what we can." Dillenger and Wayne nodded, and I parted ways with them to join Kintaru and Mamba, who stood near the Alacorns we had left behind. Crews swarmed across them, rigging them for removal by a salvage chopper. As I approached, Kintaru intercepted me, speaking in a low tone."Captain, I cleared our gear out of those tanks - and when I did...I took the liberty of searching Murlance's belongings. I thought it necessary before we could leave the planet in clear conscience that all affairs had been delt with."I nodded."And you found something." "I did. I think...you should have a look."Kintaru produced Murlance's personal BattlePOC, a small handheld computer that contained the sum of the late General's personal information, mission briefings, technical readouts, and any pertinent data worthy of storage to the gigaquad memory module stored within. Kintaru had opened Murlance's 'to do' list, and discovered what appared to be a cursory mission briefing, entitled 'Homeward Bound.' I began to read.
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Curent file: avtp:\\intdrive\user\jmurlance\ToDo\hbnd.dtp (write-only)
Displaying... ____________________________
Operation Codname: Homeward Bound Planet: Shereatan Terrain: Temprate forest / Jungle / Farmland / Suburbia Time: Day
NARRATIVE:
Provided that no contingencies take place which force me to seek alternative means to complete my objectives, it is my desire to see the Legionnaires find an FBO that will remain relatively safe from Blakist activity, where they may continue their operations unimpeded. I believe that if these mercenaries are allowed to rebuild their infrastructure, they may prove to be a valuable asset for future operations of this nature.
MISSION OBJECTIVES:
- Escort Legionnaires to grid section C-847, Gellen’s Heights region, Sheratan.
- Provide knowledge of and access to Site 187. Title and ownership to be transferred to MAXWELL, CAPTAIN BENJAMIN E. and WOLF, CAPTAIN ADAM automatically, unless overridden by MURLANCE, GEN. JOHN.
- Provide resources as necessary to assist in transfer of DropShip Liberty and Legionnaire assets to Site 187.
CALLSIGNS:
None
PLANETARY OVERVIEW - SHERATAN
Star Type: K5V Position in System: 5 (of 9) Number of Moons: None Days to Jump Point: 4 Surface Water: 40% Atm. Pressure: Standard (Breathable) Surface Gravity: 0.9 Equatorial Temp: 31° C Highest Native Life: Mammal Population: 116,000,000 Governor: Alex Ravenswood Planetary Legate: Josef Sparrow
OVERVIEW:
Once the emerald jewel in the crown of the Terran Hegemony, Sheratan’s surface was a single landmass blanketed by thick forests, lush jungles, and verdant farmland; dotted by a few, large, landlocked seas. Sheratan’s ruling family, the Grensons, were staunch supporters of Terra’s Cameron family when they assumed leadership of the Terran Hegemony and, later, founded the First Star League. In fact, First Lord Jonathan Cameron married Lady Ludmella Grenson, a connection to the First Star League that Sheratan’s population remains proud of to this day. During the fall of the First Star League, on the order of the Usurper Stefan Amaris, the Grenson family was nearly wiped out for its association with the Camerons. With no hereditary rulers, the Capellan Confederation easily claimed Sheratan after the fall of the First Star League. Aside from its fertile soil, Sheratan lacks significant resources, so Sheratan’s small population and agriculture were spared most of the ravages of the Succession Wars. When the Federated Suns invaded the Capellan Confederation at the outset of the Fourth Succession War, Sheratan was one of many Capellan worlds near Terra that were cut off from the Confederation and incorporated in the short-lived Tikonov Free Republic. Sheratan reverted to the Federated Commonwealth when an assassin brought an end to the new Tikonov state. The subsqeunt invasion by House Liao troops in the years before the FedCom Civil War left the world ravaged. By this time, Sheratan’s population had fallen to levels the planet’s now-meager agricultural output could support and the economy stabilized. Interest in Sheratan’s ties to the First Star League led some to settle near Sheratan’s capital of Gellen’s Heights, further boosting the planet’s economy.
COMMANDER'S NOTES:
None.
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____________________________[/center][/color] As I finished reading, I looked up, and my eyes met with Kintaru's. We were both thinking the same thing. Kintaru spoke first."He betrayed us...and yet...he was, in the end, going to help us. For his own self-serving needs, of course.""Yes. If he didn't develop a need to kill us first. It says so in his 'to-do' list." "Don't you think it's worth looking into? According to his briefing, we get ownership of it, unless he vetos it. And I don't see his ghost making much of an effort to do that."I couldn't argue with Kintaru on that one. And we did need to find a new home. We couldn't live out the rest of our days aboard the Liberty, and needing to rely on Dillenger's contacts for an extended period of time was out of the question. To do so would be taking a gamble that I wasn't yet prepared for. Sheratan was beginning to look very attractive.
I closed the BattlePOC, and handed it back to Kintaru."Contact the Sheratan authorities. Find out everything you can about this 'Site 187.' If everything checks out, advise them that there will be a DropShip needing landing clearence at the Gellen’s Heights spaceport in...thirty-six hours. In the meantime, I want to run this by Dillenger." Kintaru nodded.If anyone can sniff out a conspiracy...it's a Clanner.The pieces were beginning to come together, but the puzzle kept getting bigger. Dillenger's deep connections throughout the Inner Sphere and the Periphery...his intimate knowledge of every MechWarrior on my roster...the ruthless and coldly effective tactics he employed...and his uncanny knack for turning up in the right places at the right time - all traits common to one who had been raised in a Clan sibko
My comm unit chirped at me, and I keyed the channel."Maxwell. Go ahead.""This is Technician Marcus, operating with the Gokusotsu recovery crews. The charges are in place - we're ready to send this base back to hell on your mark, sir.""Well done, Marcus. As soon as the salvage crews are done, we'll be taking the last train out."
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