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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 23, 2005 13:52:34 GMT -5
"Okay, Archangel...get ready to move."
The situation at the medical team's location had worsened substantially since our arrival. As I stomped inbound on their location, I could see that the MIT23 was quickly becoming overwhelmed with rioting mobs, angry loyalists, and anyone else looking for a fight. The Longinus squads were holding off the bulk of the violence as best they could, but they were simply outnumbered. I could just make out Doctor Saturina and Technician Wyatt shepherding scores of wounded into a defensive huddle behind a large pile of wreckage as I approached. This was not looking good.
A shoulder-fired rocket suddenly arced upward from the warring factions on the street, and coursed toward me on a trail of flame. I threw the Legionnaire into a full run, barely dodging the dumb-fired warhead as my TAG gear searched for the source of the launch. These people were seriously out of control!
I made my way past the MIT23, wading into the sea of people, vehicles, and 'Mechs that clashed in the street. My IFF display glowed bright red, highlighting dozens of hostiles on my HUD. I opened fire on the first target the system acquired - a Behemoth tank that was in the proccess of attacking an occupied building just yards from the medics' location. My Rotary AC/5 screamed as it drove round after round into the tank's heavy armor plating, causing sparks to cascade into the air and deafening ricochets to echo through the war-torn streets. As I had hoped, the attack attracted the immediate attention of the loyalist forces, who flocked toward my 'Mech, pummeling its beefy body with all manner of weapons fire. The Behemoth itself swung its main guns around, and delivered a punishing SRM and Gauss combo to my Legionnaire's torso. I was very nearly knocked over by the impact, and had to fight with the 'Mech's controls to keep it upright. At this rate, I wasn't going to last very long.
"All right, Archangel! Make your move! This is getting ugly!"
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jul 23, 2005 14:57:56 GMT -5
"All right, Archangel! Make your move! This is getting ugly!"
"NOW EVERYONE HIT IT GO GO GO !!!!!!!!!"
Everyone ran out at the same time, me and Adams carrying the head injury slowed us down a little, so we brought up the rear along with the Longinus protecting our group as well as he could from ground interference. It was a struggle to get across to the shelter with dead weight hanging on us but we did it. Thanks to Captain Maxwell keeping off the big guys.
All of us finally in the shelter, we laid down our patient next to his wife. I looked around, a lot of the people here had been bruised and battered.
"Ok, Adams, Jovanovich, Edwards lets spread out team, there are people in here that need treatment."
"Archangel to Alpha 1, all are in the shelter safely. There are injured in here as well. We will be treating them before exiting the shelter."
"Copy that Archangel, its still crazy out here, watch your back."
"Copy Sir, Archangel out."
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 23, 2005 16:01:58 GMT -5
The battle was intense. After small radio traffic between Alpha 1 and 5, Maxwell moved towards a dense section filled with tanks and footsoldiers that littered the area around panicing civilians.
"Alpha-1, I cannot assist you. I'm, tied up, I may be able to join you once this damn Crab is dead."
I fired a quick autocannon at the 50 ton Crab I was tied up with. Used to night and city figting, I quickly dissepeared behind a building. Flashing past to the other side, I toggled my ECM, and began 'trigger slaping' the disoriented 'mech with my SRM's. I ran around 2 office buildings again, loving the element of suprise. The Crab had now stopped moving, and it begun searching for me with an extremely bright night light. I watched in my scope as the Crab moronicly sat there, searching.
I slowly pushed the throttle foreward, my Raptor gaining speed in turn. Focusing all my effort at aiming, I brought up my scope again, while I was moving foreward at 30 km/h. Zooming in on the knee, I locked the scope, checked my accuracy, and fired.
The Raptor shuttered backwards as a sonicboom slashed through the air, nailing the Crab's left aculator. The mech's cockpit turned towards the thunder, but was too late. The 'mech litteraly tripped itself, and the pilot ejected. Searching for the ever illuminated pod, I fired my Laser, and the pilot was now dead. The empty Crab sat in silence, and I began my trek towards Alpha 1's position.
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 23, 2005 21:09:03 GMT -5
"Break"
I broke from the formation like Bravo-1 had said to do. I brought my Belial in behind the defenders. I fired a pair of Gauss Rifle rounds into a Locust 'Mech. The rounds hit the torso, crippling the 'Mech. A couple of slavos from my medium pulse lasers finished the 'Mech.
I turned my Belial to the nearest 'Mech. I noticed it was trying to sneak up on Bravo-3 as Taylor was dealing with another 'Mech. I fired a pair of Gauss Rifle rounds. One hit the left leg and the other hit the back. The 'Mech jolted forward.
"Watch your back Bravo-3. You have another 'Mech trying to pick you off."
I fired my SRMs and medium pulse lasers at the 'Mech. The SRMs overshot but the medium pulse lasers hit the same leg the Gauss Rifle round hit. The leg actuators went out, making the 'Mech limp.
"Would you like to take the kill Bravo-3 since he was sneaking up on you?"
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Post by Lance Commander Marcus Taylor on Jul 23, 2005 22:33:26 GMT -5
The battle began to get frantic. Enemy contacts were seemingly coming from every direction as we collided with the Loyalist forces.
A pair of Bulldog Tanks rolled into view and began to harrass the Rebel forces with their Dual AC/2s and SRM-4s. I unleashed a hail of LRMs that crashed into the lead tank and I fired my ER Large Laser into it as it's turret traversed to get a firing angle on me. The follow tank began using the now doomed lead armor unit as cover as a second blast from my laser melted the Bulldog into slag.
I manuevered into a position that I could fire off my LRMs at the remaining Bulldog tank when my comm crackled to life.
Watch your back Bravo-3. You have another 'Mech trying to pick you off.
I swung my mech around and saw Bravo-5 unload on a hapless Locust with SRMs and Medium Pulse Lasers. The SRMs overshot but the Pulse Lasers hit the same leg that took previous damage. The leg actuators hissed and popped, causing the 'Mech to limp badly as it tried to get out from the crossfire that was about to ensue.
Would you like to take the kill Bravo-3 since he was sneaking up on you?
We'll both take it. Conserve your ammo and use energy weapons only for this one.
Sounds good.
2 Medium Pulse Lasers and one Large ER Laser lanced out and bore into what remained of the busted leg. The pilot unable to compensate, lost control of his mech and he ejected as it toppled over. However, he timed it wrong and the ejection pod fired horizontally and skidded across the main road we were on and it slammed headlong into a Bulldog Tank.
The resulting explosion signaled that not only was the pilot dead, but he had dealt with with tank that was so dutifully drawing my fire so he could sneak up on me.
Well...that works.
Bravo-5 on your six!
I fired off a salvo of LRMs that tore past the Belial and plowed into an aerotech fighter that was lining itself up for a crippling delivery of ordance.
Thanks Bravo-3, looks like we're even.
I watched as Bravo-1 began to get bogged down in light armor units that were trying to pin him in place for some reason. I looked to his flanks and saw a squad of Anti-Mech Infantry making their way down the street in preparation to assault the surrounded Centurion
Bravo-3 to Bravo-1, Anti-Mech Infantry on your 7 o'clock. I'll break up that little party you've got going on and I'll try and flank those bastards.
Okay Bravo-3. I'm gonna cut a swath on my left, hit that area as well and I should be able to break free.
Bravo-1 swung his mech's sword and began to clear a path. I in turn unloaded with my ER Large Laser and Machine Guns and plowed through.
Now with Bravo-1 having a clear line of sight on the Anti_Mech Infantry, his Rotary A/C-5 sprayed the street and easily took the squad down. I swung around and sprayed the area with my Machine Guns and hit the stragglers.
That's for saving my hide back on Hamal Bravo-1.
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 23, 2005 23:31:33 GMT -5
I turned to see Bravo-3s LRMs slam into the Aerotech fighter.
"Thanks Bravo-3, looks like we're even."
I pushed my Belial forward to get a group of tanks that were heading for Bravo-1. I fired my medium pulse lasers and my SRMs. The SRMs slammed into the nearest tank blowing it to shreds. Another tank made the unfortunate mistake of being too close. Shrapnel from the first tank hit the second, sending it up in flames. The pulse lasers hit the last tank. The first laser fried the turret as the other hit the back. The tank lurched a few more feet before exploding.
"I thought there was supposed to be heavy resistance. These are just light 'Mechs and tanks. They have to be holding back on something."
I turned my Belial towards another 'Mech and throttled forward.
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Post by Gen Miyamoto on Jul 24, 2005 4:01:33 GMT -5
I was surrounded by fire and explosions as vehicals and mechs, from both sides, exploded in this hellish battle. The trans-unit comms were whaling and pulsing with the mixed sounds of battle and attempts at coordination. The rebel vehicals were taking some heavy hits and running thin, fast. We were steadily getting outnumbered, and if we didn't take down some mechs soon, things were going to be dire.
A coordinated strike at some tanks and infantry by the flanking Bravo's quickly put me in the clear. "That's for saving my hide back on Hamal Bravo-1." Bravo 3 proudly sent his thanks, to which I quickly replied, "Thank you kindly, 5. Let's take care of those mediums on the rise." I faced towards the elevated landscape where upon sat both the Dervish and Sentinel, using light turrets to screen thier bombarding efforts. "Two ejection pods, coming up." I grined at his tenacity, a common blessing of many mercs.
I chugged forward slowly, searching the area for targets of oppertunity. One didn't have to look hard in the thick of battle. I set my sights on a fleeting Yellowjacket and opened fire with a burst of rounds. Unfortunatly, a hard jolt of a PPC struck me off target momentarily. Either the Panther or the Burke was pissing with me, whichever it was, it let up and became occupied with other targets. Without missing a beat I immediatley resumed fire on the Yellowjacket and brought it down in a rain of flaming wreckage.
My sync-tracking systems advised me of two Perregrines on a similar elevation and a hundred meters further out, so I adjusted the trajectory a touch higher and released a high arcing volley that shreded through the duo. The final few rounds jamming my loaders and temporarily disabling my Ac/5. As I glanced down at a systems readout to curse at it, my mech pitched forward and made a horrendous groan of metal strain. A hatchet was being buried deep in my rear-torso by a zealous Hatchetman.
I spun around in two brief steps to face this slighter mech as it raised it's hatchet for another blow. It greeted my attention with a sudden blast of its hefty autocannon and lasers. I strained under the pepper of fire to quickly defend against the unwielding blade.
The axe blade fell swiftly and was meet mid-air by the hard shove of my Rotary Ac/5. The binders on my Autocannon strained and gave as the hatchet nestled itself between the barrels of my now useless firearm.
Not wasting a second this raging mech began pummeling me with its free hand. *Wham* I jostled, wrestling with the shaking controls, and managed a meek volley of SRM-4s. *Wham*My mech's footing begin to weaken and my balance was waning. The Hatchetman drew back for possibly the finish blow, and I quickly introduced my sword to its upper arm.
We stood, robot soldier locked in mortal combat, with our metalic limbs goaning under the strain of our opposing forces. My comm buzzed out, "Bravo-4 to Bravo-1...three Bulldog assets eliminated. You doing ok?" I smiled to myself as I fumbled with a thumb for the comm toggle, "I've seen better days and fights, aff on those kills. Keep your eyes peeled for threats, these guys are snea." I cut off in midst of my warning as my hand grasped the joystick completley. This Hatchetman was proving tricky.
I pushed hard with my triple strength myomers, trying to antipate limb movements while overpowering this supposedly lesser mech. After a few moments of wrestling, I slowly eased back my enemy's free arm until the snap of acutators was visible. A brief exchange of Ac/10 and SRM fire flashed as we exchanged torso hits, with me coming out the lesser again.
My frustration mounted as more and more I felt the sensation that this shouldn't be happening. "Alright you bastard, you want some of me?" I cursed to myself. I then stabbed my sword deep into the mech's neck, severing major control linkages and information lines.
The Hatchetman still had fight in it, and this pilot had a pair of brass ones. I decided to end this fight here and now, and gave my sword a steady twist until it had come a full 90 degrees. Pushing hard on it's limb and pulling back on my weapon, I slung the heap of paralyzed mech to the ground, and revealed a very warped and dulled blade.
I was down an autocannon and my blade was useless but I couldn't disengage, we needed everything, even meseley SRMs. Things were looking bleak, and these were the moments that would decide if we were going to dig in and fight it out or if we were going to turn tail and run. I chose the former.
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Post by Holms Net on Jul 24, 2005 6:40:13 GMT -5
I throttled my 'Mech to stay at a speed close to that of Miyamoto. I didn't exactly feel like dying, so I tried to only take shots when I needed to, so as to not attract the attention of anything that could easily take me down.
A group of tanks started coming up from behind. They were some bigger tanks, which made them slower than my 'Mech, even their gun turret on the top. I was able to simply strafe around them, firing at them with my weak lasers, but still doing enough to them to hinder the group.
Only 4 or 5 tanks remained that were still visible on my sensors, but there were a smaller 'Mech and hovercraft scattered around. One of them didn't like me playing with the two tanks still left for me to kill. A swarm of SRMs hit me in my leg, coming from the direction of the Commando, and tore through my leg's armor, causing quite a lot of problems. My Raven fell to the ground, making myself an easy target.
Uhh... anyone feel like lending me a hand here?
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 24, 2005 9:40:20 GMT -5
I saw Holms go down from a shot from a 'Mech.
"Hold up Holms. I'll be there in a sec."
I throttled my Belial and headed to help Holms. I fired my Gauss Rifle at the 'Mech. One missed but the other hit the torso. The Commando 'Mech recoiled but quickly recovered. It fired its laser and SRMs at me. The jolt caused me to grit my teeth. I had pissed the pilot off.
I sent another round of my Gauss Rifles at the now charging 'Mech. The two rounds hit the center torso. The 'Mech fell, exploding as it hit the gound.
"You alright there Holms?"
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 24, 2005 11:09:31 GMT -5
The Behemoth exploded violently, tearing the facade off the office building it had been trapped against, and wiping out the infantry which had gathered around its base for protection. Twisting my torso a full ninety degrees to the left, I turned my still-smoking autocanon on a squadron of attack VTOLs which were harassing a ragtag team of yardsmen attempting to mount a defense of a trade center. The massive cannon rounds ripped through the choppers' engines, sending them spiraling out of control. Two of the VTOLS crashed to the ground, their rotors tearing up chunks of asphalt and earth, while the third aircraft was simply torn asunder by the stresses exacted upon it by its sudden, unexpected aerial acrobatics.
My Legionnaire lurched forward, its right shoulder smashing into a nearby building, causing its already yellow damage indicator to flash to orange, as three beams of coherent energy smashed into my 'Mech's left hip. I turned to face my assailant, and was met by a smallish, ancient, MON-66 Mongoose, already heavily battle-scarred, and bereft of its right arm, charging directly toward me.
This was going to be an easy kill. Being a full 25 tons heavier than the light scout, and much more heavily armed, I was prepared to plaster it with several hundred rounds of punishing autocannon fire, and move on. But I wasn't anticipating what happened next.
As I opened fire on the inbound Mongoose, blowing away countless components, and riddling the 'Mech's torso with myriad impact marks, it sped up, closing with me at a blistering one hundred and twenty-nine kilometers per hour. I didn't have time to get out of the way, and so I simply braced for impact, opening fire on the 'Mech until my autocannon jammed, preparing for the collision.
The force with which the Mongoose impacted my Legionnaire belied its small stature. As the steel giants met head-on, the thunderous cacaphony of metal crushing against metal filled my cockpit, and I was jolted violently against my restraints. Momentarily, I lost consciousness, and came to as my Legionnaire crashed backwards into the same building at which the Behemoth had met its end. I felt the unmistakable sensation of concrete and ferrosteel being torn apart under the massive weight of my BattleMech as it tumbled to the ground, and the view through my ferroglass canopy shifted from a panorama of the battlefield to one of twisted metal and shattered concrete. As I struggled to get my 'Mech back to its feet, a massive steel crossbeam, no doubt essential to the support of the structure which I now found myself laying inside, crashed down onto my Legionnaire's back, forcing it to the ground once again. All the while, the Mongoose continued firing, its shots mostly avoiding me, but causing even further damage to the already tormented skyscraper. The building shuddered under each weapon impact, causing a shower of dust and debris to cascade down around me.
He's trying to bury me alive!
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jul 24, 2005 11:41:37 GMT -5
As we finished up with the injured inside the shelter I shouted at my team to pack up and let's get moving. The battle raged outside. The sound was deafening. We all finished packing up everything and I motioned for the team to follow me. The Longinus lead to the door. Looking out to see if we could get to the MIT safely. The guy in the battle armour spoke to me on his comm.
It looks bad Dr. The streets are over tun with people, mechs, tanks and air support. I can see the Captain's mech he is surrounded, OH GOD HE JUST WENT DOWN!!!!
WHAT!!! GET OUT OF MY WAY
I slipped past the longinus getting in front of him I had a good view of the street. It was a mass of horrific weapons firing all around. I looked to see the Captains mech in the middle of a building crashing down around him and a small mech firing everything it had at the building to make it worse. The Captain lost control of his mech, he was going down and being buried alive by the massive building.
ARCHANGEL TO ALL UNITS, THE CAPTAIN IS DOWN THE CAPTAIN IS DOWN, SOMEONE ANYONE HELP HIM, THERES A BUILDING GOING DOWN ON TOP OF HIM AND A SMALL MECH MAKING THE SITUATION WORSE. IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME PLEASE COME TO THIS POSITION AND HELP HIM.
I looked back at the longinus.
HELP HIM DAMN IT, DO SOMETHING!!
Dr. there is nothing I can do, my battle armor is no match for that mech. Besides we have specific orders from the Captain himself not to leave your side.
I just kept looking at him anger filling my eyes. I hated this feeling of helplessness. I stood and prayed someone had heard me and was on their way to help him.
I couldn't just stand there and watch, I had to do something. My team needed to get back to the MIT. The scene outside was bad though, there was people all around the streets the other two longinus had there hands full keeping them off the MIT. I looked back at the longinus with me again.
Let's move out. We need to get back to the MIT, maybe we can do something to draw the fire of that Mongoose.
Stepping to the side I waved at my team that we were moving out. I shouted at them because of the deafening noise outside.
"EVERYBODY GET READY WE GO ON MY COUNT OF THREE, MOVE AND MOVE FAST TEAM, EVERYONE GET INTO THE MIT AND CLOSE UP THE DOOR ONCE THE LONGINUS ARE IN."
I checked outside again, I radioed the other longinus team members we were on our way back to the MIT to cover us. I motioned for the longinus with us to move out ahead of us. Motioning for my team to line up behind him, I would take up the rear. My team didn't like that but I would never put any of my team in a position I wouldn't hold myself.
"OK EVERYONE READY, ON MY COUNT, ONE ..... TWO ..... THREE... GO GO GO"
The longinus took off running, the team followed behind him and I brought up the rear. We were literally running for our lives. The other longinus were making sure no one got in our path. We all got to the MIT, boarded and shut the door. I turned to Reeves.
"Can you use our laser turret to try and draw that mongooses fire, till someone comes to help the Captain?"
Yes Doctor, no problem.
He pulled the MIT into position and began firing the laser at the small mech, it wasn't doing any damage but was getting its attention momentarily, while I kept putting out an S.O.S on the radio.
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Post by MechWarrior Aisa Thastus on Jul 24, 2005 12:59:36 GMT -5
"ARCHANGEL TO ALL UNITS, THE CAPTAIN IS DOWN THE CAPTAIN IS DOWN, SOMEONE ANYONE HELP HIM, THERES A BUILDING GOING DOWN ON TOP OF HIM AND A SMALL MECH MAKING THE SITUATION WORSE. IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME PLEASE COME TO THIS POSITION AND HELP HIM."
The sudden, ear-splitting distress signal from the MIT23 jolted me from my battle-induced focus. Slapping the mic open, I began cycling through my active targets, trying to ascertain Captain Maxwell's current location.
"Archangel, this is Alpha-2. I am inbound on your location. What is your status?"
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jul 24, 2005 13:11:40 GMT -5
"Archangel, this is Alpha-2. I am inbound on your location. What is your status?"
I was surprised when the first to respond was the clanner, but it didn't matter to me. I knew they were honor bound and my Captain needed help.
Archangel to Alpha-2 our status is grim, the Captain is being buried under a building being brought down by a small Mongoose, we are trying to draw its fire away from the building but we can't hold it off long. It only sees us as a nuisance. If you can help please hurry. I don't know if the Captain is still a live.
I waited for Asia's response, hoping she could come help, she had the biggest mech of both teams.
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Post by Lieutenant Heidi Lourde on Jul 24, 2005 13:26:23 GMT -5
"Roger that. Terra border patrol confirms your entry. Welcome to Terra.
The JumpShip Mecha passed through 3 checkpoints, and arrived at Terra. DropShips Drone, Beleive, and Melody Detached and landed, while the JumpShip remained in orbit.
"Sargeant Smith, let me borrow your terminal. We're not landing on Terra."
"But ma'am! We need to land to de-brief. We can't waste another..."
"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME!"
"All crew off bridge. Now. Jones, keep the Ship in orbit. I need to do some 'homework'.
The shaken crew piled off, and I accesed the terminal. After reading my son's email about a month ago, I became nosy. When I clicked the link to the "Legionnaires", I was re-directed to the MRBC homepage.
---Welcome to the MRBC.---
---Mercenary Units.---
---Please Log In to access this area---
"Fuck." I needed a login. I had to login as a mercenary unit. Fuck. I chose a different path. I ran a pirate script reader.
----Scanning...----
---- Scan complete. Login and password determined.----
---- Login: MRBC admin6----
----Password: Data----
---Welcome to the MRBC----
----Mercenary Units----
----Please Login----
----Welcome, MRBC admin6! You have 0 inbox.----
----Welcome to the Legionnaires.----
----Current Operation: Operation V----
----Would you like to access the brefing information, MRBC admin6?----
I scanned past all the mission crap, only searching for the planet. Valasha. Wedge was in Alpha Lance, at the capital city.
"JumpShip Mecha. This is Admiral Southerd. Please report to the SouthBank Bunker immediatly. Please exit orbit.
"Roger that. This is Lieutennant Lourde. I am buisy."
"Lieutenant Lourde, exit orbit or your will be fired upon!"
"All crew to bridge immediatly."
The crew returned, and I laid down the plans.
"Alright, everyone, listen. We are not returning to Terra. Smith, plot a course for Valasha. I've got better plans. You may return to Terra when my DropShip has departed."
Back at the terminal, the radio blared out communicatons, and I ignored them.
"Ma'am! They're instructing us to land! We can't wast another minute!
"You son of a bitch. Sargeant Smith, I am demoting you to Corporal Smith. You never speak to me in that way. Get ready for jump, everyone. I'll be on my DropShip if you require me."
[glow=green,2,300]
-2 Hours Later, Orbit of Planet Valasha-[/glow]
The DropShip Mecha detatched, as the JumpShip flashed away in space.
"Faith Lance to bridge. I have new mission information. It's time to find my son."
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Post by MechWarrior Aisa Thastus on Jul 24, 2005 14:12:57 GMT -5
"Archangel to Alpha-2 our status is grim, the Captain is being buried under a building being brought down by a small Mongoose, we are trying to draw its fire away from the building but we can't hold it off long. It only sees us as a nuisance. If you can help please hurry. I don't know if the Captain is still alive."
I pounded down the narrow avenue, trampling cars, tanks, and infantry foolish enough to get in my way. Coming up to one of the city's large intersections, I made a right, and bore witness to a badly damaged Mongoose taking pot shots at an equally pathetic looking skyscraper. A MASH ambulance sat a short distance away, futily attempting to draw the BattleMech's attention with its puny anti-infantry laser. As my superior Mad Cat MK-II arrived on the scene, the immediate area clared of friendlies and hostiles alike. It was obvious that they knew what was coming.
"Archangel - move your vehicle out of the area immediately. There will not be much of this target left once I have finished."
A volley of LRM-15s arced across the battlefield, their single-burn engines leaving elegant trails of smoke as the missiles spiraled toward their target. The Mongoose staggered under the forceful impact of the warheads, and I used the opportunity to knock the weakling scout completely off-balance with a shot from my left gauss rifle. As the 'Mech went down, I breached its reactor with a salvo of brutal laser fire, and the Mongoose was almost instantly consumed by a glorious fusion explosion.
"Alpha-2 to Archangel - target destroyed. Alpha-1 - what is your status?"
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