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Post by MechWarrior Murphy on Nov 12, 2004 22:49:44 GMT -5
Spectre-4, Castle-3 thanks for the help. Just keep thoses big guns off me. I have a plan to blow thoses doors open.
Grabbing an ammo crate in my pincer like hand. I place it in front of the 'Mech Bay doors. After moveing all 6 I grab a small vehical and rip open it's fuel tank and empty it on the stack of crates.
Someone hit those crates with some LRMS. My launchers are jammed.
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Desparado
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In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king...
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Post by Desparado on Nov 13, 2004 3:14:47 GMT -5
Negative I suggest you cancel Spectre-2. Leave that to salvage, the dropship isn't going anywhere. I switched my com channel from broadcasting to all legionnaires, to just Leatherneck. Sounds like you have a plan... I like that. What did you have in mind?
I powered up and brought myself to a standing position as a pair of higher caliber Autocannons soared over my head. It was the Kodiak. I looked over and saw a nice defensive peremeter going around Maxwell and Isis. I'd just be in thew way so I took up point beside the wall of mechs and roared hotly over the comm. FOOL! YOU'LL DIE WITH SHAME MERCENARY!
My retaliation was harsh to the Kodiak. Praying that it was a standard configuration or a similar deviation, my Alpha strike was a crippling blow to the Left Torso where the Ammo is stored for the Autocannons. No explosion followed the hit but the Autocannons stopped their rain, I must've destroyed the feeder assembally. He closed in fast and took to the air with his Jumpjets and spat SRMs. Most missed me but a pair had echoed their explosions throuh my hull. It was too close, I had to break off. I began backpedaling, a move easily countered and often signifying the need to retreat or cowerdace, the Kodiak took the bait and followed. I did my best to back myself around the dropship so I could lure the Pilot away from battle but I ended up knocking into it. I was cornered.
The Kodiak landed and resumed his assault with the Lasers he had remaining and his SRMs. I noticed autocannon shells falling out of a hole in his armor I had made earlier, they scattered on the ground. The Kodiak wound back, He was going to strike me with his claws! It took all I had to violently slam the triggers and other controls but the arm still came towards me. It swung fast and hard, the claws looked thick and sharp. I could see my reflection in the glean of its alloy when I had done it! My concentrated fire had blown the arm off at the shoulder. It only slammed against me, rattling my mech and myself rather badly but it was relatively harmless.
I turned my speed to full and charged him, we were locked together now. I heard my arm actuators straining against the weight and resistance the Kodiak offered as I struggled to topple it. I began to acheive results and the Mech tipped when it flared its Jumpjets and the Clan Garrison mech took to the sky. He came down for a DFA but at his angle, I was able to dodge it by crouching and he flew right overme and crashed in to the dropship. Scraping down the side of the hull and hitting the ground there was a huge mistake.
I fired upon the fuel that pvt Murphy had set aside and it erupted in flames. I turned to my left side took the brunt of what was to happen. THe explosion presented little threat to two metal ferro steel Alloyed titans. It was the explosion that set off the autocannon rounds the Kodiak was standing on that sent rounds in all directions, but half of them made it into the mech's legs. With my Large lasers I easily carved the left leg off of my opponet and he fell like a rock. It came to rest on its right side, where the arm that was missing created a flat base for it to rest on. I closed the gap quickly and killed the pilot while he was down. My Atlas aceclerated and my foot made a firm contact with the cockpit, which was on its level.
It was here I saw the warnings on my console. the AMS was running low on ammo and my Auttocannons were jammed. Even if they were to unjamm themselves, I only had 12 shots left. I was down to using my er Large and Medium lasers now. With luck, I could bluff myway out of this one. Who's next?
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Nov 13, 2004 16:02:34 GMT -5
The Cyclops charged toward Corporal Eisenfaust's Hauptmann, a golden beam lancing out from its ruby-red "eye" and striking his left torso, scorching away chunks of armor which trickled down the 'Mech's actuators, glowing a fearsome orange as they cooled. The assault 'Mech retaliated, spraying forth a vengful barrage of weapons fire which knocked the Cyclops from its feet, sending it plowing into the dirt. I pivoted my Stalker's torso sideways to score several critical hits across the fallen 'Mech's rear armor before Victor's Hauptmann incinerated the rogue mercenary's cockpit with a viscious laser blast. Before the Corporal had time to celebrate, however, six emerald energy pulses cored into his BattleMech's already-damaged left arm, melting away the remaining armor and setting off a small explosion within that destroyed the actuators. The enraged Hauptmann twisted to face its assailant, and found itself on the business end of an oncoming Blackhawk. But a few Alpha strikes placed by the 'Mechs which had surrounded both my prisioner and myself reduced the charging 'Mech to a smoldering hulk.
My threat indicators fell quiet.
I sat in shocked silence for several moments.
It was over.
We had done it.
We won.
At long last, I let out a relieved sigh, and toggled open the general communications channel.
"Castle-1 to all units - all scopes show clear. Stand down from alert status, but keep your weapons hot. We don't want to be caught off-guard. Get your 'Mechs to Nav Epsilon and stowed aboard the Thorin. Salvage-1, deploy your assets and grab all you can - then destroy the rest. I want that DropShip smashed beyond recognition. Let's make this quick - we need to get off this rock."
I closed the channel for a moment, and chuckled.
"Ground support - would you kindly rendezvous at my coordinates and escort our "guest" to his new quarters? I'm sure he'll find the Aloha deck quite accomodating."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Eisenfaust on Nov 13, 2004 16:49:10 GMT -5
"Castle-1 to all units - all scopes show clear. Stand down from alert status, but keep your weapons hot. We don't want to be caught off-guard. Get your 'Mechs to Nav Epsilon and stowed aboard the Thorin. Salvage-1, deploy your assets and grab all you can - then destroy the rest. I want that DropShip smashed beyond recognition. Let's make this quick - we need to get off this rock."
Victor looked over his damage indicators and winced...almost all his exterior armor was gone...perhaps seven, maybe eight tons of armor was left intact across the surface of his machine, a far cry from the eighteen and a half tons it normally carried. Victor also noticed the damage from the Black Hawk's strike. Slowly, he attempted to move the left arm, but it appeared the actuators were completely slagged, as the arm remained motionless.
Well, its better then having lost my machine. I just hope we can get some spares from Coventry...
Victor toggled the comm, and spoke up.
"Castle-1, this is Castle-4. My right arm is non-operational. Switching my position in formation to compensate, over."
Victor move the bulk of the Hauptmann around the back of the Captain's Stalker, stopping about one hundred meters to the right side of the machine. When the Captain moved, Victor would be able to shield the Stalker from the right, and the Captain's Stalker would protect Victor from the left. As Victor took up monitoring his probe's sensor data, he smiled.
Looks like I made the right choice after all.
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Desparado
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In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king...
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Post by Desparado on Nov 13, 2004 16:52:21 GMT -5
I chuckled, knowing what the code word "aloha" meant. Whether he'd enjoy it or not, I really didn't care. What I do know is that his mech would bring handsome amounts of C-bill of salvage had the equiment to move it. Checking my scopes again to ensure they were blank, I turned towards the dropship. Too bad we didn't have enough time to loot this ting before the Combine showed up. I could spend a week rummaging through a dropship...
So Captain, do you mind if I stay here until Salvage-1 leaves? I'd be ensuring their saftey and aiding this dropship's manglement. By the way, how is the Salvage team going to destroy a dropship that badly, better radio ahead and make sure they have demo charges. I really wasn't in anyshape to be defending anything more than an infantry platoon but I'd rather slink away from this site with my Angel ECM instead of with a big convoy that would attract attention.
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 13, 2004 17:48:55 GMT -5
"Castle-1 to all units - all scopes show clear. Stand down from alert status, but keep your weapons hot. We don't want to be caught off-guard. Get your 'Mechs to Nav Epsilon and stowed aboard the Thorin. Salvage-1, deploy your assets and grab all you can - then destroy the rest. I want that DropShip smashed beyond recognition. Let's make this quick - we need to get off this rock."
Roger that Castle-1, Spectre Lance moving to Nav Epsilon. We will provide escort for the ground support units with out "guest".
Adjusting the comm to just broadcast on Spectre channel I call the rest of my lance
This is Spectre-1 to all Spectre units fall into armoured defensive position Alpha and proceed to Nav Epsilon.
Turning off the comm I move my damaged Mad Cat Hybrid to the front of the ground support units, once they secured their "guest", and the rest of Spectre Lance fell into escort positions around them, we began heading towards Nav Epsilon at our best possible speed.
Looking down and checking my system status, I shook my head side to side a little reading down the screen.
Weapon Status R/AC5 - 43% Ammunition R/AC5 - 46% Ammunition CSTRK-6 - 4 rounds (24 missiles) CSTRK-6 - 5 rounds (30 missiles) CHeavy MG - 67 rounds CHeavy MG - 67 rounds
Armour Status Head - 89% Center Torso - 69% Left Torso - 3% Right Torso - 64% Left Arm - 78% Right Arm - 83% Left Leg - 90% Right Leg - 89% Left Shoulder - 93% Right Shoulder - 0%
Overall Armour Status = 66%
All in all I wasnt all that bad off, but I definately wasn't wasn't in any condition for serious fighting, I just hoped that we didnt run into any trouble on the way to Nav Epsilon.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Nov 14, 2004 9:42:28 GMT -5
"So Captain, do you mind if I stay here until Salvage-1 leaves? I'd be ensuring their saftey and aiding this dropship's manglement. By the way, how is the Salvage team going to destroy a dropship that badly, better radio ahead and make sure they have demo charges."
"Aff, Rogue-1, stay behind to make sure nobody messes with the crawlers. And I'm sure they would appreciate any help you can provide them in incinerating that DropShip...they were planning to use DetPacks to crack the fusion reactor's casing and cause a complete meltdown, but I'm certain they would have no objections to an Atlas contributing its two cents' worth."
I watched as a Swiftwind, bedecked with the insignia of the Legionnaires, swept out of the treeline, flanked by two humvees carrying twin Gnome battle armors. The convoy sped up alongside the smashed remnants of the Stone Rhino, and I gingerly moved my Stalker's foot aside as the convoy's infantry pulled Isis from the ejection pod at gunpoint, pinning him to the ground and applying a set of submission cuffs. Though Isis was a huge man by any standards, he was no match for the myomar musculature of the Gnomes arresting him, and he was quickly escorted off. As the convoy departed, escorted by the BattleMechs which had previously been formed up around me, I took a moment to take in the battlefield. Shattered hulks of a BattleMechs and vehicles lay everywhere, and a smoldering DropShip provided the focal point for which the salvage forces congregated, and over which Desparado's Atlas stood protective guard. It all seemed...surreal.
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Post by Holms Net on Nov 14, 2004 11:17:55 GMT -5
I had done nothing. I felt bad in myself that I had done absolutely nothing in this battle. I was afraid my Raven was too weak, and would get me killed. It was definitly something I was going to work on back at Tau Ceti IV.I already had some real good ideas in my mind. Of course, I was hoping the techs back at base would be kind enough to take off all the parts I don't need. It would give more parts to the 'mehcs that needed them; the ones that actually had to use a single shot. But right now I had to get back to base. At least I could go home and help out those who needed it.
Castle-1, this Castle-2. Are we heading home?
I could tell the Captain was taking in the scene, as it was taking him awhile to respond. It had been a rough day. However, I think we all took pride in the fact that we had met up with a group that "didn't exist." I was pretty sure that that would be coming as a helpful thing, even if we don't benefit from it right away.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Nov 14, 2004 16:02:14 GMT -5
"Roger that, Castle-2. Let's go home."
Our convoy made its way back to the Thorin as the remains of Isis' DropShip were immolated in a hellish explosion that singed the bark from nearby trees and left a gargantuan crater on the forest floor. The Kuritans would be hard-pressed to find a single remaining component. As the salvage crews loaded the spoils of our battle into the Thorin's lower hold, I steered my battered Stalker into its berth, watching as the payload technicians shook their heads in pity, marvelling that the Star League BattleMech was even able to remain standing.
I powered the leviathan beast down, and pulled off my neurohelmet. It had been a long, tasking day, and I let out an exhausted sigh as I took the opportunity to finally assess the true damage incurred by my 'Mech. Glancing around the cockpit, I saw nothing but ravaged consoles, burnt instrumentation, and a smoldering shell where my precious intermix computer had once rested. Sparks rose from the BattleMech's ejection controls, and I realized, grimly, that I would have had no chance for escape whatsoever if I had needed to leave my 'Mech behind.
The ferroglass canopy was completely gone, and the "ghost" technicians had fitted several sheets of ferroglass in its place to make up for the absence. The 'Mech's internal lighting had also been completely destroyed, and I was forced to find my way around in the dark, gathering up what little gear remained, and climbing up the twisted steel ladder onto the gantryway above.
The Stalker itself was a horrific sight. Half of the 'Mech's armament had been completely blown away, and ferro-fibrous armor hung loosely from its wounds. The myomar muscles that had once been housed inside an arm now dangled uselessly from its socket, and the fiber-opitc cabling used to control the arms spilled light from its frayed ends.
A fire had erupted when the reactor shielding took a hit, and the scorched remnants of its fury were embossed across the Stalker's aft quarter, the signature of a CASE system that had done its job.
As I walked along the gantry of the 'Mech bay, I was able to see, for the first time, the patchwork repair that had been done to the Stalker's leg actuators. It was obvious that components intended for another BattleMech had been grafted in its place, and bearly supported the weight of the beast, bowing outward ever so slightly under its weight.
All in all, the 'Mech looked like hell. I wondered if it would ever see combat again.
Shaking my head sadly, I made my way from the 'Mech bay and through the winding corridors of the DropShip. I was quite a sight. My uniform, torn and covered with soot and blood, hardly presented the appearence of a command officer so much as it did a miner after a horrifically bad day. The gash across my cheek and in the back of my head only added to the charm, and I wanted nothing more than to retreat to the comfort of a hot shower and a warm bed to nurse my wounds.
But this mission wasn't over yet. We still had to get home. And I feared that that would be the hardest task yet.
As I made my way to the bridge, I heard the DropShip's outer doors rumble closed.
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us...
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Eisenfaust on Nov 15, 2004 4:35:41 GMT -5
After the convoy returned to the Thorin safely, Victor moved his Hauptmann into its assigned cubicle. Powering down the machine, Victor removed his neurohelmet, letting out a long, slow breath. Gently placing the helmet in its cradle, he undid his restraints, and stood.
Thankfully, my part in this op is over...lets hope we get back to Tau Ceti safely.
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Post by Star Captain Killian Bekker on Nov 15, 2004 12:22:30 GMT -5
The last few Demolition Charges were more for the amusement of the Salvage Crew than what was necessary for the destruction of the Dropship. However, today show the Gokusetsu that one could no longer throw caution to the wind. At least, not for the time being.
This is Cleanup, we're all done here. Returning to base.
I copy that. Good work, even I have a hard time trying to tell what used to be here and I knew what used to be.
All right ladies and gents, let's get back to base.
The return to base was rather quick and uneventful. The manifest for the salvage was quite long and I made sure that Capt. Maxwell had a copy for him to pick and choose what he wanted. I could easily get funds and equipment from my contacts and the Kuritan Military.
Upon arrival to the base I decided to radio Capt. Maxwell aboard the Thorin. I had a way to get him at least a decent distance from the planet without harm. Beyond that, he would be on his own.
Comms, get me Capt. Maxwell.
Channel open sir.
Capt. Maxwell, I'm transmitting a Authorization Code for exiting the planet. It's one of ours. The Kuritan Military will see that code and ignore you. I'd explain better, but that's Classified Kuritan Military Information. Jusr use it to get the hell outta dodge. If you need me, I'll be here. I'll cleanup here and contact you within 24 hours. Feel free to contact me if anything comes up.
I copy that. Thank you Cmdr. Dillenger. I assume when we meet next you'll have what I requisitioned from that manifest? Oh and what about Sgt. Miyamoto?
Yes, I'll have that salvage for you. As for Miyamoto, I am going to see what he's up to. If he doesn't talk, then I will setup an interrogation. After that, then I suppose it's what we get outta him.
Very well. I will talk to you again soon. Capt. Maxwell out.
Comms, get me General Hasegawa.
Channel open sir.
General, I have your situation report sir.
Go ahead, I trust that all went as planned?
Sir, that was not the case.
Oh? What has happened?
Well it seems we had a traitor in our midst sir.
A traitor! Who?
Commander Faelan. It seems that he had a different agenda in mind.
I knew it. I knew something was amiss about him. He was just too loyal to be true. He played me like a fool! What has become of him?
He is dead. Killed when he turned on us.
I see. So Isis did not get to the city?
No sir.
I'm relieved to hear that. This still works to our advantage without innocent casualties.
Of course sir. Now, I had to bring this up now but I feel it is of great importance.
Go on, what is it? Oh, I know. Dillenger, you are hereby in permanent command of the Gokusotsu. Before you say anything, this act of betrayal by Cmdr. Faelan has shown me that you are the only one that should rightfully be in command. I never should have allowed an outsider in, let alone command without your blessing. Therefore, you are now in command, only to be replaced if you should fall.
Thank you sir. I assume that I am now free to make all command decisions such as underground alliances?
Yes, and asylum as well. Recruit at your own risk and leisure. I must go now, but I have authorized all pertinent data to be transferred to you. This is what bases, authority and assests you may not be aware of. General Hasegawa out.
Congratulations Commander.
Wow, what a pleasant surprise. Thank you Comms. carry on.
Free reigns of my unit, the Gokusotsu. Heh, it's about damn time.
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Desparado
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In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king...
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Post by Desparado on Nov 15, 2004 15:47:33 GMT -5
I bid all of our convoy adue as they left to the Thorin's Dustoff point. For the moment, I put off the fact that we'd still need to escape planetside without detection, as if getting here weren't hard enough...
I maintained a watchful eye as sevral crews of techs and other members of the salvage team carried in detpacks and democharges with the help of powerloaders. The crews had carried quite an impressive amount of ordinace into the dropship. After an hour and a half, a Salvage crew member contacted me. I noted the numer of personell that flooded out of the ship as I opened that channel.
Sir? The Dropship is ready for demolition. I'll let you know when all our people are out and safely away. Yoiu may want to stand back too sir. Thank you. You do realize that I am seated within an Assault mech don't you? The number of workers kept piling out. First units on foot, then heavy equipment and power loaders, lastly armed infantry men came out, still firing into the ship. They obviously provided cover from the Dropship's surviving crew while the explosives were placed by the salvage teams. Yes Sir, I see that. But we left nothing up to guess work, we make sure to go far over the calculated minimum of what it would take to scrap this thing. I think that we have enough to make a sizable crater with one big puddle of slag at the bottom. Understood. I'll move back.
As I set myself a way from the dropship, I saw the last of the infantry team's Humvees pull away. I crouched behind the Dropship, approximatly 650m away, I had a straight shot into the boosters. Alright commander, you're clear. Fire at will. I took a deep breath and exhaled very slowly before grinning wide and letting my erLarge lasers from their barrels. The first few salvos only did flesh woulds but soon, I began to run hot and the armor melted away from the engines I was trying to get at. I paused to cool down and exhaled deeply again when I had reached a cool point. The next shot wsa a thing to behold.
Quad emerald beams lanced the dropship and it rumbled, low and hard. The frame collapsed, as when all dropships are destroyed and it began to cave on itsself. Instantly after wards, all of the hull plating bulged outwards as if it were a balloon with too much air. Fissures appeared all over and dazzling beams of light erupted through them. My cockpit glass darkened automatically to compensate for its brilliance. The bloated dropship seemed to dissolve into the light and there it sat, a large white ball of energy resting upon the ground. I marveled at it for a second, wondering just what the hell the Salvage crews had used to do this. The orb thrusted dust and trees away with extreme winds until it lost its shape and brust forth with a fury of red hot flames, slag and shrapnel.
I hit the controls and took my Atlas in reverse as my heat gauge soared from 125k to over 780k in the space of 6 seconds. I didn't get far before the heat forced my computer to shut me down automatically and the explosion subsided. Good show Rouge-1. Have a safe trip back to the Thorin. Amazed at what I had seen, I powered back up and jogged back to the Navpoint where the Throin was supposed to be. I could smell ozone and other burning materials comming off of my mech, it had been a long day. Thank God it was over.
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 15, 2004 16:22:19 GMT -5
Arriving at Nav Epsilon, myself and the other members of Spectre lance take up defensive positions around the perimeter of the Thorin as our "guest" and his escort convey are loaded onto the dropship. Once they are finished, I move my 'mech out from the dropship a little farther to set up a complete defensive perimeter around it. Keying the comm to the rest of Spectre Lance I inform them of my decision.
Spectre Lance, this is Spectre-1 I want to setup a defensive perimeter around the Thorin. I know the combat should be over for now, I but Im not taking any chances. Spectre-2 take the right flank, Spectre-3 take the left, I'll take point here. Rear side should be covered by the cliff and river.Spectre-1 Out.
Stopping my 'mech approximately 700m out from the drop ship I begin a continous active scan both to detect our returning friendlies as well as possible enemies. Watching as Spectre-2 and Spectre-3 fall into position.
Finally all our troops arrived and were safely loaded onto the dropship without incident so I gave the order for Spectre Lance to fall back to the dropship and prepare for launch.
Once on board I manouevered my 'mech on board and into its stall, opening the cockpit hatch I exit out onto the gangway and begin to descend down the lift. Shaking my head at the site of the rather mangled Phoenix the right shoulder missile rack was completely obliterated, there was a large crater carved into the left torso, and burns and scorch marks scored all across the armour. Hitting the ground I turned to see the Cheif come running up to me eyes wide.
What in god's name did you do to her ?? ?? I spent a lot of time working on Phoenix and this is what you bring back. It's an atrocity to my work. Its ......
Cutting him off mid-sentence I placed my hand on his shoulder and chuckled a little, he always got so worked up about this stuff.
Cheif, you did a fine job on the Phoenix and she's been through hell and back, think you can still fix her up? If so, I think I've got some nice surprises in store for you once we get back to Tau Ceti.
Puzzled and a little confused about what these "surprises" might be he looks at the damaged Phoenix then back at me and smiles.
No problem sir, I'll have her good as new in no time.
That's my boy, now get to work Chief, we still have a lot to get done.
Aye aye captain He said half mockingly, half joking, I just chuckled and shook my head and continued on as he scurried off to collect a team of techs and parts to get to work.
Making my way through the 'mech bay I needed to find Desparado, we were in charge of salvage documentation and I wanted to get right on it. As I made my way towards his battered Atlas' stall I passed several salvage trucks and equipment loaded with 'mech carcasses' and equipment, some could be put back into operation, others barely good for their weight in metal. I made a note of the Stone Rhino laying on its stomach on one bed, the salvage truck squatting so low it almost scrapped the bay floor. On another truck there was what appeared to be the remains of an Uziel which wasn't too bad off but it was hard to tell with the massive amount of equipment and the heavy tarp that had been strapped down all over it for the return journey.
Spotting Commander Desparado's Atlas was the easy part, finding him was another story. Making my way along closer towards his stall I see that the lift and gangway are already down and retracted so I know he's out of his 'mech, searching around through the throng of tech's and support personnel I finally manage to spot him doing the same heading towards the door, catching him before he makes it there, I fall into step along side him, turning to him as we walk.
So what do you think of all this salvage Commander? Think we'll find anything useful?
Turning and looking back farther into the 'mech bay I can see the tons of salvage laying strewn about, some already unloaded other parts still laying strapped to the salvage trucks, techs scurrying about checking what is still usable and whats not and makign notes, power loaders moving gingerly through the groups of techs as the work to unload everything as quickly as possible. Turning back to the Commander I smile and continue
We definately have our work cut out for us going through the lists of that stuff.
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Post by MechWarrior 'MechWarrior' on Nov 15, 2004 16:54:07 GMT -5
Spotting Captain Gunman and Cmdr. Desperado talking about the salvage, and I decide they're going to need a bit of help with all of it, since we got a lot of the stuff. "Captain, I think you're going to need a bit of help with all that salvage. I might need a BAP, I'll gladly help, and if you're wondering what happened to that Uziel, I did that, and the pilot is willing to join us. So, what might you need help with? I might need a few parts, since I was directly hit with a Hvy. Gauss in the middle of my mech. Almost cored me, hah hah." Walking around, I remember that I forgot to tell him something. "Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, I'm a pretty good mechanic, I installed the mods on my mech myself. Gonna need some more armor after that Gauss hit, hah hah. Reactive, I'll look for some."
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Post by Holms Net on Nov 15, 2004 17:47:09 GMT -5
It had been a rough day. My 'mech may have not taken a beating, but, being my first REAL mission for a REAL purpose, I was pretty nervous through the whole thing. After I had gotten out of my Raven, I decided to head down to my chamber.
Enough for me today; I'm heading to bed.
As I was leaving the bay, I noticed Captain Gunman and Commander Desperado leaving. It looked like they were talking of something important, but I had always had trouble reading people's faces. However, I did decide not to bother them.
As I finally reached my room, I realized how great it would be to be back at Tau Ceti. This first mission was a nightmare; suprises coming up everywhere. It was just lucky we had a good team, or else we might not of made it. Not to mention our help from the other... mercenaries, I guess.
I sat down on my small bed. It was more difficult to get to sleep than I had imagined. I kept going through the thoughts of what had happened in my head. I eventually dozed off into a sort of sleeping state. Although I had complete awareness of my surroundings, I was quite calm. I finally got to sleep, with thoughts of the damage everyone had gotten, but me just sitting out of all the battles, like an afraid little 'mech.
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