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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jun 10, 2005 21:28:45 GMT -5
Repairs to your Thanatos have been completed. You are good to go.
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jun 16, 2005 19:35:38 GMT -5
Well, Sorry my Mech' Bay-dwelling friend, but my Thantos's leg need repairs. And Ammunition repairs. The'res also some yellow armor spots.
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Quartermaster
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Post by Quartermaster on Jun 17, 2005 11:25:59 GMT -5
I pored over the specs for the Thanatos, and then scratched me 'ead. Damn lice.
"Wot's the ammo capacity you want on this thing? You 'aven't put it 'ere wheres I can see it. Armor's no problem, but I - "
I spit forth a horrific belch that defied the very heavens in its volume and depth.
"Sorry. So what's it going to be, then?"
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jun 19, 2005 13:04:51 GMT -5
[glow=brown,5,600] To Quartermaster, of the 'Mech Bay.[/glow]
=messagebeg=
Quartermaster, It is Sargeant Wedge. If you're still alive, please read this, it is the Armor and Ammo readings for my mech. Please reply, and I'll give you the readings
Thanks
=messageend=
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Post by Quartermaster on Jun 19, 2005 21:59:20 GMT -5
I climbed up from under me desk as the shooting subsided. Clawing my way over to the keyboard, I banged out a message.
=messagebeg=
All is well. Send me the info. Will complete your project.
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jun 19, 2005 22:14:56 GMT -5
I strode into the 'Mech Bay to see the Quartermaster messing with an Infantry blaster, and too see him destroy a salad with it.
Glad to see you alive.
He jumped up, firing his blaster at a 'Mech i've never seen's cockpit.
Wot the hell's this all about, coming in 'ere scarin a man with a gun in his hand!
He said, obviosly unaware of my presence.
So wot's it to be? Wot did you do to yer mech this time?
Well, my right leg is badly damaged, and i've got some yellow armor in spots places, and I'm low on ammo about eveywhere. If you need anything more, here's my data pad.
He snatched the handheld device out of my hand
It'll be done he said as he went back to adjusting his rifle.
Hey, it's good to hear from you.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jun 19, 2005 23:18:19 GMT -5
I believe the Quartermaster already replied to this post - scroll up a bit.
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jun 20, 2005 11:54:48 GMT -5
I causually walked up to the Quatermaster and noticed he was talking with another pilot. I waited for them to finish. Hopefully he will have a Belial or a Vulture for me, I thought to myself.
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Post by Quartermaster on Jun 20, 2005 12:11:22 GMT -5
I banged me 'ead on the bottom of me desk as some bloke came up and spoke wiffout warnin' me first. I 'eard me computer monitor crash down onto me chair, and the keyboard was 'ight on it's tail.
"Crikey, bloody 'ell, tiggidy boo and all that!" I exploded, rubbin' me 'ead.
Well, since the compy's already down 'ere...
I grabbed the monitor and flipped it over, then, keyed a few fings in.
"I can get yew a Belial...it's in me budget, but the Vulture's going to have to wait. What loadout ya want, or do yew care?"
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jun 20, 2005 12:26:25 GMT -5
I winced as the computer fell off the desk.
"That is fine. I need two Gauss Rifles, a medium pulse laser, and SRMs or MRMs if possible."
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Post by Quartermaster on Jun 20, 2005 12:35:19 GMT -5
"Right, got it. Give me twen'y-four hours to track one down, and yew'll be good to go. If nuthin' else, I kin always refit the Uziel. Any electronics yew wanted on this fing? Or was yew plannin' on goin' out there blind?"
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jun 20, 2005 13:17:53 GMT -5
I chuckled.
"Yes I will need radar and the like. Although I have gone in battle blind before."
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 16, 2005 23:44:50 GMT -5
"Quartermaster... My... My Uziel is gone. What the hell am I going to use?"
"You bastard! I wos all done with the repairs, and yew said yew'd love'r like your 'antos! And look at this! You wrecklessly blow 'er up! Wot the 'eller we gonna do nao!
"Exactly what I wanted to know."
She's done for! Now ye got me all pissed-like! And right when i'm done werken for the mission or whatever yew pilots dew! Now yew cooked me up som damn work! 'Ya littel badstar!
The Quartermaster stormed behind his desk, spilling his tea on the floor. I didn't know what to think. I had never see my poorly-grammered friend pissed off. I stormed back into my quarters, teeming for rest. Op IV was finnaly done. From what I knew...
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 17, 2005 12:52:56 GMT -5
After receiving the message from Maxwell stating that we had new inventory toys, I walked to the 'mech bay. I was greeted by an estatic Quartermaster, as he pouted on about the 'Raptors'. I looked to see two twin 'mechs.
"Two Ravens. So what?"
"These 'ere aren't just Ravens, we got ourselfs some Raptors! These 'r the true face of a 'mech! C'mere, check 'er out!
I watched an ecstatic Quartermaster bring up a diagnostics of an unfitted 'mech.
"What should we dress 'er up in? We've got lotta missile space. How bouta laser suite? Damn, she's a beaut!
"I have a loadout idea. Can you call the Captain in? I need to ask him about the next Operation."
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 17, 2005 13:09:00 GMT -5
After being summoned to the 'Mech Bay, I strode in to see Staff Sergeant Lourde standing beside a giddy Quartermaster. Behind the pair stood two horribly smashed Raptors that the techs had salvaged from the battlefield. In a far corner of the bay sat the remains of a Fafnir, secured with heavy cargo straps. I eyed the assault 'Mech favorably as I spoke.
"Looks like you gents have quite the collection, here. What can I do for you?"
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