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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 29, 2004 1:03:08 GMT -5
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- Incoming Coded Message -- Command Instruction Follows - - Decode Satak Protocol - NOVAxGamma 182nd: 3rd - - Disseminate by need only - ____________________________
Operation Codname: Moonshield II Type: Defense Planet: Rochelle Terrain: Barren Tundra Heat Efficiency: 100% Time: Day
NARRATIVE
The Free Worlds League has offered us a contract for assistance on the border planet Rochelle. Several garrisons from the Free Worlds Guards are currently stationed on the planet Rochelle, and are under severe enemy attack. Originally believed that the attackers were from the Lyran Commonwealth, their advanced technology and brutal military strategies are too much even for House Steiner to mount. The Free Worlds League Intelligence believes that only leaves Clanners. How they would have gotten so far into the Inner Sphere with such a strike force they do not know, but the tactics and technology are consistent with previous Clan encounters.
Due to the need of major reinforcements on the planet, ourselves as well as the Wolf's Dragoons are being sent in to repel the enemy assault's. Although Wolf's Dragoons homeworld has been decimated by a splinter group called "Word of Blake" they still insisted upon taking this mission, as such we believe they may have more intel regarding the situation. Unfortunately at this time our intel is rather limited, we know that the Free Worlds Guards cannot hold much longer against this unknown force. Although our objectives and area of operations are seperate from the Wolf's Dragoons' this is still considered a joint operation and we will rendevous with a Wolf's Dragoons Jump Ship at the Tau Ceti Jump Point in 36 hours.
Our given objectives are the defence of a military base on the Southern Continent Martinasia, in one of the few "safe zones" in the aftermath of the Second Succession War. The base is large, consisting of 1 Assault Lance, 1 Heavy Lance, and 1 Scout Lance. As well as a full company of tanks ranging from Light Condor Tanks to fully armed Behemoth Assault Tanks. The base also reportedly has several points of Inner Sphere Battle Armour, although actual models and loadouts are unknown at this time. As a last line of defence the base consists of 12 stationary turrets, a mix of dual U/AC10s and dual LRM-15s, also including a Point Defence Laser Anti-Missile System with a range of 250m. Although the base is heavily defended there have been numerous indications of a large scale assault intended to erradicate the base from the face of the planet.
MISSION OBJECTIVES
Primary - Reinforce base
- Defend base from enemy attack
Secondary - Allow none to minimal damage to base structures
THREAT REPORT
Limited Data Available.
Unknown enemy forces, attacking in non-standard unit formation with brutal efficiency.
Originally believed to be Lyran forces, idea dismissed. Now believed to be Clan forces, however it is unlikely.
Wolf Dragoon's has additional information available upon rendevous.
FRIENDLY SUPPORT
[/b] [li]Fenrir [/li][li]Mad Cat [/li][li]Hunchback IIC [/li][li]Catapult Assault Lance[/li][li]Annhilator [/li][li]Daishi [/li][li]Atlas [/li][li]Belial Medium/Light Lance[/li][li]Hell Hound [/li][li]Strider [/li][li]Black Hawk [/li][li]Cougar Tank Company[/li][li]4 Behemoth Assault Tanks [/li][li]4 BullDog Tanks [/li][li]4 Condor Light Tanks [/li][li]4 Artillery Units (2 Long Toms, 2 APGs) [/li][li]4 Thunder LRM-15 Carriers (mine layers, 2 LRM-15s each) Battle Armour Points[/li][li]Currently unknown, 15 points available, 10 points operational Stationary Defences[/li][li]8 Dual U/AC10 Turrets (2 N, 2 E, 2 S, 2 W) [/li][li]4 Dual LRM-15 Turrets (1 N, 1 E, 1 S, 1 W) [/li][li]Point Defense Laser Anti-Missile System - 250m range (100% effective, but generators exposed along Eastern side of base) [/li][/ul] PLANETARY OVERVIEWWith vast mineral resources capable of sustaining a broad industrial base, and further blessed by an abundant water supply and soil rich enough for planting, Rochelle was an easy colony world to establish and settle in the early days of mankind’s race to the stars. After the fall of the Terran Alliance, this world became a part of the Federation of Skye, thanks to a trading alliance with the McQuiston family on Skye, which further boosted its economic and industrial growth, until its subsequent conquest by the nearby Free Worlds League. In the wars that followed the collapse of the original Star League, Rochelle and its material wealth were hotly contested, and it was particularly ravaged during the savagery of the First and Second Succession Wars. In fact, as the Second War finally ground to a halt, House Marik’s economic experts concluded that the mining, refining, and manufacturing centers on Rochelle had become hopelessly damaged by the widespread use of weapons of mass destruction. Indeed, so much nuclear and chemical waste had been released in the past eight decades of warfare that the League officially classified Rochelle as “unsalvageable”; reconstruction efforts were soon abandoned, and the planet virtually evacuated. Despite this, the proud people who remained on Rochelle, suffered through two centuries of war and death, but continued to mine valuable ore for export to industries deeper within the League. For a time, the world even became the headquarters of MediQuick, an interstellar mobile medical services corporation that offered its services to close to two dozen worlds on the Steiner-Marik border, until questionable business practices led to that company’s demise. Despite the best efforts of the locals, the economy and infrastructure of this tortured and poisoned world continued to erode, leaving it a mere border post for League military forces to guard against their Lyran counterparts. COMMANDER'S NOTESThis isn't going to be easy MechWarriors. The planet Rochelle has been hotly contested for its Mineral deposits in the past and very well could be again. The Free Worlds League believes it is Clanners attacking them, but that is highly unlikely due to the location in the Inner Sphere, it is more likely a large Lyran Strike Force, although the Free Worlds Guards swears its an enemy unlike anything they've seen before. So we have to be extremely careful, we dont know what we are facing yet. The Wolf's Dragoons has offered to share what intel they have with us when we rendevous with them, we'll let you know more when we can. One more thing Mech Warriors, there are civilian refugees in that military base at this time. It is imperitive that we do NOT allow the enemy to capture or destroy the base. Free Worlds League has even offered a bonus if we can ensure minimal damage to the base structures. I dont know about you guys, but I could always use a few extra C-bills. Let's have at 'em Mech Warriors. [/color]
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Sender: Captain Adam 'Gunman' Wolf Encryption Priority: HIGH HPG Relay 29XA01-OMEGA-9184 Recieved: OP Comp. 0653 Standard Terran Time ____________________________
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 29, 2004 2:11:40 GMT -5
"Alright people, listen up." I said as the data feed was sent to all the desk consoles in the briefing room, the lights dimming down as the main Holovid flickered to life displaying a topographical map of the mission area. A small legend is displayed to the side of it stating that the yellow areas are higher ground, with green slightly lower, blues and then purples being the lowest."Ok, we've got ourselves another contract, a rather healthy one as well. It's from the Free World's League, and it offers good pay, no scratch that, great pay, with the possibility of a nice bonus on the side. Our mission is simply to protect this base" Tapping a key on my desk console, an area of the topographic map is highlighted on the Holovid. "Unfortunately the base does not appear on the colour enhanced topographic map." "If you've read ahead, you'll see that there is already quite the garrison there, so obviously this mission isn't going to be a walk in the park if they still require assistance. Apparently the entire planet has come under a wide scale assault from an unknown force. They originally believed that it was the Lyrans attempted to take Rochelle as a strategic poise against the League. Soon they realized that it was not Lyran forces at all, the tactics and technology were far superior even to the Lyran military. They now believe that the planet wide assault is from the Clans." Disgruntled murmurs quickly erupted throughout the room as those present shared their distrust for the Clans, some saying that they knew the peace wouldn't last, other says wondering how they got this far into the Inner Sphere, quickly clearing my throat and emphasizing the first word, I quietted the room down."BUT, ... we believe that it is highly unlikely that it is Clan forces. We are not yet sure of who the enemy is, but we should recieve more intel once we are planet side." Captain Maxwell stepped forwards from the shadows, as I took a short step backwards, giving him the floor."The Free World's League has also hired the Wolf's Dragoons to assist with the defence of the planet, we are currently set to rendevous with them in approximately 36 hours, for the jump to Rochelle. Once there we will depart from their Jump Ship and head to our own area of operations which will be seperate from the Dragoons. Also the Wolf's Dragoons has offered to share some additional information with us, once we rendevous with them."The Holovid now changing from the Topographic map of the base, to a picture of the planet as Captain Maxwell tapped the desk console.Captain Maxwell continued, "The planet Rochelle, this is where we will be conducting our mission. It used to be a valuable mining planet, with many precious mineral deposits. Unfortunately the First and Second Succession Wars decimated the planet, making it nearly uninhabitable and almost completely stopping all mining operations, although several die hard mining colonies still mine. The planet now is merely an outpost for the Free Worlds League against the Lyran Alliance. Our area of operations is comprised mostly of a large plateau, with various canyons and hills scattered throughout it. The terrain is mostly barren tundra, some vegetation does exist though. Heat efficiency in our area of operations is expected to be nominal."Taking a step back as I take a step forward, Captain Maxwell and myself exchange positions, looking out across the sea of familar faces and few new ones I conclude the briefing."Finally, Mech Warriors this isn't going to be easy. Of course nothing is easy for a Mercenary, with such a large pay off, the mission is going to be difficult. The enemy we are dealing with is currently unknown, we should be able to determine who it is shortly though. One final word, there are civilian refugees in that base. We must protect it at all costs, we cannot allow the civilians to be harmed. The Free Worlds League has even offered a hefty bonus to ensure that we do just that." Looking about, the lights stay dimmed as I open the floor to discussion. "Are there any questions?" At that moment Captain Maxwell stepped forward, looking as though he had a suggestion, turning to him I awaited what he had to say
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Nov 29, 2004 7:29:33 GMT -5
I paused for a moment, looking at the projections on the sweeping sitrep screen that dominated the wall behind us. Punching in a few lines of code, I brought up the tactical satellite overviews for the previous two weeks, replaying them at high speed as I watched a series of red and blue squares, circles, and triangles shift and move across the barren landscape. Something looked disturbingly familiar about their movement patterns, and the ferocity and fearlessness with which they launched their attacks. These weren't your run of the mill Inner Sphere grunts, but they weren't Clanners either. Too disorganized. Their attacks seemed more guerilla in nature, but I couldn't quite place them.
It would come to me...soon enough.
"MechWarriors, stay on your toes out there. Don't try to be heroes. We're the smallest force dropping in there, and we must defer to the needs of the Wolf's Dragoons first and foremost. You are all instructed to act in a support role of their main battleforce, and assist wherever needed. We're going up against the most dangerous kind of enemy one could hope never to encounter - the unknown - so I want you all to be extremely careful. Our contract only requires us to hold the base untill 75% of hostiles have been neutralized or the last enemy has been run off - whichever comes first - so your best bet isn't to go charging in with your guns blazing. Focus on holding the line until the situation changes."
I locked eyes with Commander Desparado and smiled.
"And that goes for you, too."
The room remained silent. I looked up from my exchange with the Commander.
"Now's the time for questions."
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Post by MechWarrior Sergei Zhukov on Nov 29, 2004 9:41:43 GMT -5
"Now's the time for questions."
People moved uneasily, wanting to ask a few important questions, but none that would risk their pride on asking them. However, I knew better and I raised my hand.
Sgt. Zhukov, you have a question?
Yes sir, I do. Now don't get me wrong or anything, but what if we have to evacuate the base should the attackers be too much for for the defense force? Is there some sort of contingency plan in place, or do we simply hope to whoever the hell we pray to that we don't need one?
Excuse me for being harsh, but I think I speak for all of us when I say C-Bills aren't all that useful if you aren't alive to spend them. Not to mention that there are civilians and simply packing up and leaving them behind isn't exactly a prime choice. Not to mention that they are part of the reason we got hired.
I looked around after I finished. Some starese were reassuring, some slightly hostile and others just unsure. I was the new guy, but I've seen combat before. The Commanders tried to show that the question didn't phase them. The facade that they were expecting the question was holding up, but now the question was out there and someone had to answer. I sat down and hoped I don't get fragged for this later.
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 29, 2004 11:57:05 GMT -5
Yes sir, I do. Now don't get me wrong or anything, but what if we have to evacuate the base should the attackers be too much for for the defense force? Is there some sort of contingency plan in place, or do we simply hope to whoever the hell we pray to that we don't need one?
Excuse me for being harsh, but I think I speak for all of us when I say C-Bills aren't all that useful if you aren't alive to spend them. Not to mention that there are civilians and simply packing up and leaving them behind isn't exactly a prime choice. Not to mention that they are part of the reason we got hired
Pausing for a moment and looking around the room, I nodded to Sargeant Sergei and then answered his question.
That's a very valid question Sargeant, and yes there is a contigency plan in place, should evacuation of the base be needed. Let's not let it come to that though.
As Captain Maxwell has said, we are the smallest force dropping into the battle, but we still have a very important role. We must hold that base in order to help out the Wolf's Dragoons and the Free Worlds Guards in the defence of the planet. We are facing and unknown enemy, and intel indicates that we will probably be outnumbered. Nonetheless, the Legionnaires have pulled it off in worse conditions, I firmly believe we can do so again.
Standing at the front of the breifing room and scanning the ensemble of faces before me, I know that some are a little wary, some uneasy, and others a little unsure, but knowing that when it comes down to it, everyone in this room can and will pull it together and get the job down. With a deep smile of satisfaction and pride hidden behind my stern, official exterior, I leave the floor open once again for questions
If any of you have any more questions, feel free to bring them forward now. If they are no more questions, then this briefing is ended, I suggest you all rest up and get any final changes made to your equipment. Remember we ship out in 36 hours.
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DropShips...the only way to fly!
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Post by Yeoman Hobson on Nov 29, 2004 17:41:12 GMT -5
I pulled myself from my chair and came to a parade rest stance.
"With all due respect, Sergeant, I don't think these are Blakists. I have a feeling that if the Word invaded, we'd know about it...sir."
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 30, 2004 3:04:50 GMT -5
Nodding in agreement with Yeoman Hobson's response, I replied, "Yes Sergeant, as Yeoman Hobson said, we don't believe that it is Blakists, if they invaded we would know about it, there is always the possibility, with it being an unknown enemy, but right now we have reason to believe that it is another enemy."
Turning towards another cadre, who had just raised his hand, I acknowledged his question and waited to hear what it was.
"Yes Lieutenant?"
"Sir, will we be working dorectly with the Dragoon's. Will we be more of a support group to assist others, or a force of our own. Because I know we can pull whatever we do off; I've seen most of us warriors in combat, however, I do not think we will be able to hold a force this large off alone, if the other groups are forced to retreat."
Before I had a chance to respond he continued on.
"Oh, and Sir. These forces... in such big numbers, they must have had alot of vessels to get all the 'mechs here. Although we don't seem to know the exact number of enemy 'mechs, the movements of the forces show them to seem to be greater than could be carried on a single dropship. And obviously, they seem to have 'mechs that were quite well-designed. Meaning they didn't travel far, or had gotten transported on a very stable JumpShip. So, I am thinking that we can limit the types of forces these can be down to a few groups. Perhaps we can talk more of this after the briefing, or would you like to hear my guess now, Sir?"
Pausing for a moment, going over his questions in my head, smiling a little to myself at how thoroughly everyone thinks things over. Looking back up, I have him my resposne.
"First off we will not be working directly with Wolf's Dragoons, we are simply getting a ride there with them and then a ride back when it's all over. We will be assisting the Free Worlds Guards, that are in place at a Base located on the Southern Continent of Martinasia. We will be a force on our own, but we will be assisting the Free Worlds Guard in defence of the base. Located in the briefing is a list of friendly units that are currently stationed at the base. Do not worry about the other forces retreating, we have a plan in place if things were to go ill."
"With regards to the size of the enemy force, yes it is a large scale assault on the planet, multiple dropships and multiple jumpships. There is no way we or even the Dragoons can compete in an naval war with them, but that's not what we are here for. There is still the possibility that it is an elite Lyran Strike Force, although the Free Worlds Guards believes that it is the Clans. We will know more once we get there."
That was all I had to say on the subject for the moment, I turned back to the rest of the ensemble, looking them over slowly, some checking through their consoles other discussing various agendas with each other, not totally sure if it was all mission related though.... and others just sitting idly by, waiting for the next question to pop up. Turning to Captain Maxwell, I nodded and turned back to the gathering of MechWarriors and other personnel, tappinga key on the desk console, the lights brightened back up, and I spoke.
"Alright, well unless there are any more questions, let's move out, you have 36 hours to get ready for dustoff, let's move MechWarriors."
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Post by MechWarrior Sergei Zhukov on Dec 1, 2004 8:47:49 GMT -5
The briefing seemed to be rather straightforward. I was relieved to hear that there was in fact a plan in place to rescue the civilians should the enemy have the luck to cause our retreat.
The thought occurred to me about Panther my Shadowcat. I haven't seen real combat from the perspective of a mech before. I've seen it from a tank's point of view though. I even had 2 mech kills that were credited to me. Granted it wasn't a solo job and there were lots of other units around including mechs, but those 2 kills were mostly my doing.
Well, at least I'm in something more durable for this Mission....
As the brief came to a close we waited for any other questions. Hopefully, there would be none. I wanted to grab some food from the mess, grab some new personal gear from the Quartermaster and sleep.
Maybe I'll have a shot of Vodka too. It might be awhile before I get another chance...
I played around with my datapad and decided while I was waiting to read up on the archived data.
Hmm...Maybe I should make a "shopping" list before heading over to the Quartermaster.
The stuff I need is simply small stuff. Cooling Vests, sidearm, etc...Nothing that I really need you guys to PM me about.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Dec 2, 2004 6:17:40 GMT -5
I watched as the last of the cadre filed out of the briefing room, and waited till the heavy door had sealed itself with a resounding thunk. As the main viewer cast a greenish pall over the room, offset by the glow of the podium's antique banker's lamp, I turned to face Captain Gunman across the darkened expanse.
"You do know we have an insurance policy, of sorts, this time around, don't you? I hesitate to use it, however...though the Ghosts seem trustworthy enough...I don't want it to be like the last go-around..."
I let the last few words trail off, the memories of the JumpShip being immollated in a hellish explosion still fresh in my mind. We both had to be in aboslute agreement about calling the Ghost lance in...otherwise, I couldn't be certain that this was the right decision. I looked to my colleague in search of support.
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Dec 2, 2004 11:34:49 GMT -5
I stood silent for a moment thinking things over, the pale green glow giving the room a rather eriee look as I considered our options, after a while I looked up with a bit of a smile on my face.
"I agree, the Ghosts are the just the insurance we need, I think they seem trust worthy enough as well, although I still am a little skeptical after our first encounter, in the end they did help us immensely though. I dont think things will turn out like last time, at least I hope not. There's a chance, but we need to take that risk. If your ok with it, I want you to contact the Ghosts tell them to be here in orbit within 28 hoursl, I want ample time to go over the mission with them and make sure we are all set before heading out to rendevous with the Dragoons."
Reaching over and turning off the damn main viewer, the room settled into a more normal dimly light sight. Not really sure what was going on with the lighting but momentarily making a small mental note to get a tech to look at it later, I stood awaiting to see what my comrade had to say, thinking and hoping to myself that the Ghosts could be relied upon and trusted, and somehow knowing deep down that they could.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Dec 3, 2004 6:17:14 GMT -5
I nodded a simple affirmation to Captain Gunman, and made my way with him to the back of the briefing room, the internal lighting rising to ambient level as we did so.
"Once more into the breach, eh?"
The phase was beginning to feel like our mantra, and I wondered how much longer our luck with the unforgiving void would hold out.
The thud of the heavy door closing behind us punctuated the sentiment.
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Post by Star Captain Killian Bekker on Apr 9, 2005 9:03:24 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]- Elsewhere in House Liao Border Space.- [/glow]
Commander, we have entered the orbit on the dark side of the 2nd moon. Their sensors are blind to us now.
Good, open the comms and retrieve all awaiting transmissions that require a Security Clearance of Delta or better.
Aye aye sir. Retrieval will take 24 min using full data encryption and scramble.
Very well, keep an eye out for any scouts. I don't want to be caught with our pants down getting those transmissions.
As soon as all traffic is complete, prepare for immediate depature at Threat-Con Delta.
Aye aye sir.
With my orders relayed I headed to my quarters for a quick catnap.
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Post by MechWarrior Sergei Zhukov on Apr 9, 2005 9:13:25 GMT -5
I headed to the Mech Bay to check on the status of my newly aquired mech.
A medium Mech, but menacing in all respects.
Techs scurried to a fro preparing the mechs for pre-launch. Most look like they have been working for 12 hours straight.
I headed over to my mech Panter and checked out her new paint scheme. It was painted to look like a Panther pouncing onto its prey. It took only a little convincing to allow that paint scheme, but it meshed well with the required Legionnaires Battle Colors.
She's all prepped, just needs some fine tuning, but by launch you can be assured that you're gonna be giving them hell Sargeant.
I turned to see a Warrant Officer overseeing the techs that were "fine tuning" my mech.
Well, let's just hope that I don't get too much paint scratched...
...or a lucky stravag gets a cockpit shot on me.
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Apr 9, 2005 18:55:11 GMT -5
Walking into the 'mech bay I leisurely make my way through all the commotion that generally takes place prelaunch. Manoeuvering around a group of techs that seemed to be chasing down a loader with some autocannon rounds on it, I approached Bay 8, the battered and worn torn chassis of Pheonix standing as a solemn reminder of our last contract. Approaching one of the few techs that were scurrying about around the Timber Wolf's feet, I stopped one and asked them, "Have the parts been delayed again?"
Looking down almost like he'd done something wrong he replied, " Yes sir, just got word this morning, they are back ordered for the next 2 weeks at least"
"Alright thanks," I said before turning and moving on towards another bay a little farther back in the 'mech hanger. Arriving a few bays back I motion to one of the techs to come over.
As the tech came trotting over to me, I glanced past him and checked out my Battlemaster sitting back in its docking clamps. Once the tech reached me, I turned my attention back to him and asked him a few questions.
"Looks like Im going to be taking this old girl out tomorrow, damn parts been delayed again for the other 'mech. Is the shield mod ready for Feral Wolf yet?"
"Yes sir, the shield itself is already for installation, a few modifications still need to be made to the arm yet though."
"Alright good, tell Chief to get working on it right away, I want that shield mounted in place of the sword before we launch. How long do you think it'll take?"
"About another 4 hours for the modifications to the arm sir, then Chief should be able to get it mounted first thing tomorrow morning, maybe 45 mins to get it mounted and secured."
"Ok, sounds good."
Turning about and heading out the door, I was reluctant to take the BattleMaster into this fight but with Pheonix still crippled from the last fight I didnt have much choice. Fortunately with the shield mod in place, I'd feel a little safer with it.
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Post by General John "Aegis" Murlance on Apr 11, 2005 11:40:12 GMT -5
Pandemonium exploded around me as I crossed the baking tarmac toward the leviathan hanger facility that housed the installation's BattleMechs. Techs sped by on ammo transports, mechanics yelled at one another over last-minute loadout changes and configuration problems, and ground crews practically ran around knocking each other over as they frantically prepped the Thorin, one hell of an antique DropShip, for dustoff.
The hovercar glided to a stop in front of the 'Mech Bay, and I stepped out. Captain Gunman was exiting the facility, a frustrated look on his face, as I arrived.
"Captain Gunman. I'd like a moment of your time, if I may."
Captain Gunman clasped his hands behind his back, and gave a look not unlike that of a man who has just been given a death sentence.
"Of course, General Kleais. What can I do for you? Are you here to tell me that the MRBC has handed down their decision to disband the Legionnaires in the next 48 hours?"
I chuckled, mostly because the Captain didn't realize just how much truth really existed in his statement.
"Captain Gunman. In the last 48 hours, I have watched a poorly salvaged LRM detonate in your ammo storage bins, tearing a hole in the rear of an extremely valuable advanced gyroscope. I have been the victim of a bar fight. I have been shot at, tear-gassed, and most recently, interrogated by a member of the local militia who didn't know who I was. If I were to turn in a report to the MRBC that listed your unit's condition as any less than "disasterous," I believe the term "gross negligence" would come into play."
I watched as the color drained out of Captain Gunman's face.
"Despite this - I feel that my arrival here may have been somewhat ill-timed, and the outcome of your audit may have been the victim of some unfortunate circumstances. Additionally, given the recent events on Outreach, the MRBC is in a bit of chaos right now - so an extended absence on my behalf might not necessarily be noticed were I to accompany your unit on this contract to...round up the score, shall we say?"
The Captain eyed me warily.
"Captain, let me be frank with you. I don't believe the true measure of a Mercenary unit lies so much in its ability to carry out administrative duties, but rather, their performance on the battlefield. I'd like to offer your unit a second chance to pass this evaluation."
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