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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 17, 2005 15:30:58 GMT -5
"Captain, Welcome. I have questions about the next Operation. Do we know what we'll be facing? Quartermaster and I have decided that since My Uziel is gone, that i'll just borrow a Raptor. The techs are hard at work reparing them, and it's time to give one a name and a loadout. I need your help deciding a loadout pending to the conditions of Op. V.
Quartermaster, can you come back down and join us?"
I watched as Quartermaster scrambled down the ladder holding a blowtorch. He switched it off, and raised his mask.
"Hullo, Maxwell. What can I do ya fer, gents? Have ye a loadout for 'er?
"Yes, I was just thinking of a fairly good loadout. How many tons of weapon space do we have? Also, how much does the Raptor weigh?
"This 'er Raptor weighs 40 big ones. She's got 20 of weapon space. 'Got plenty 'a room fer guns. What's it for ya?"
"Well, I've made my descision. Here."
I handed him a peice of paper with a simple loadout scribbled upon it:
x1 Meduim Laser x2 SRM 5 x1 Autocannon Guardian ECM
"I'll see what i'll can do."
"Hey, Marco, can you..."
"I sware on my name if ya ever callin me dat again, i'll kill ya!"
"... Quartermaster, can you give me a hand."
"Sure, just a second lemme finish 'ere." So, i'll see ye soon, Wege.
"Umm, sir, it's Wedge.
"Wedge, what did you need me for?"
"Well, Captain, I just wanted to know what we're the climate and weather on Op V's planet will be like. Let's just say I like to be ready."
"Sargeant, your loadout is fine. Don't worry."
"Alright, then, see you around."
"You too, Wedge. And congrats on Op IV.
"Thank you sir."
I saluted, then returned to my quarters.
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Post by Nicholas Schuster on Jul 17, 2005 16:35:18 GMT -5
um, a Raptor weighs 40 tons, and I doubt you could cram all that gear in it and have room leftover for the ammo..............
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 17, 2005 16:46:46 GMT -5
What do you mean? I said a Raptor is 40T. Read the post.
EDIT BY MOD: You made your original post at 4:30 EST. I read the post myself at 5:20 PM EST. The information was incorrect at that time. Schuster caught it 15 minutes later. You edited the post to read correctly at 5:46 PM EST. Swallow your pride and post a 'thank you' next time. If you feel you need to engage in a dispute, do it via PM, and keep it out of the forums. This post has been archived.
Also, here are the specs:
1AC: 9T 1 MLAS: 3T 2 SRM 5: 3.5T each.
9+9(3.5+3.5+3)= 18T
ECM is 1.5T
Also, each Missile comes with 180 missiles, and Ac has 100 I beleive. I'll delete this once you've read it. You really should have PM'ed me this.
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Post by Quartermaster on Jul 17, 2005 23:14:03 GMT -5
I ambled back from me computer console, a printout clutched in me 'and. Walking over to Sergeant Weege, I 'anded him the readout."...'ere ya go. Check it, and lemmie know if'n yew'll be needin' anyfing changed 'efore I starts work on it." I leaned closer."And just between yew and me," I hissed, "my name's NOT 'Marco.' It's Rupert. Tell anyone...and I'll cut yer throat." With that, I belched, and wandered off in search of dinner.
RPT-1R Wedge Lourde's Raptor
Chassis: Star League XT Power Plant: GM 200 XL Cruising Speed: 53.75 Maximum Speed: 86 Jump Jets: none Jump Capacity: none Armor: Starshield Armament: 1 Luxor Ballistic LB 5-X AC 1 ER Medium Laser 2 Delta Dart SRM 6s Manufacturer: Star League Weapons Research Primary Factory: Terra Communications System: Army Comm. Class 5 with Guardian ECM Suite Targeting and Tracking System: Army Corporation Type 29K
RPT-1R - Wedge Lourde's Raptor Tonnage: 40 Estimated Value: 5,915,466 C-Bills Technology Base: - Mixed (IS Chassis) - Level 3 Equipment Mass Internal Structure: 4 Engine: 200 XL 4.5 Walking MP: 5 Running MP: 8 Jumping MP: 0 Heat Sinks: 10(20) - Double 0 Gyro: - Extra-Light 1 Cockpit: 3 Armor Factor: 113 7.5
Internal Armor Structure Value Head 3 9 Center Torso 12 18 Center Torso(rear) 6 R/L Torso 10 15 R/L Torso(rear) 5 R/L Arm 6 0 R/L Leg 10 20
Weapons and Ammo Location Critical Tonnage (IS) LB 5-X AC LT 5 8 (IS) LB 5-X AC Ammo - Slug LT 1 1 (IS) SRM 6 RT 2 3 (IS) SRM 6 RT 2 3 (IS) SRM 6 Ammo RT 2 2 (IS) Guardian ECM Suite CT 2 1.5 (C) ER Medium Laser H 1 1
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 17, 2005 23:32:16 GMT -5
I returned 20 minutes later to see Quartermaster conversing with a tech, and I greeted him. He tore a paper out of a jammed printer, and handed me an inky loadout and schematics schlopped on paper. He then let out a rude burp, and I saw the tech that called him Marco turn his head. He eyed the tech and turned to me to whisper. His mouth came dangerously close to my ear. I swore there is still spit in there...
"Hey, boy, my name is not Marco! It's Rupert! Tell anyone, and I sware i'll cut yer throat.
He belched once more, scrached his belly, and stumbled off for the Mess hall. My eyes found my new Raptor. I promised myself that it would be as loved as my Guardian V. I missed the rubber tire-like smell that came forth from the cockpit. I brough up my handheld, and looked at the picture of my beloved 'mech. I kissed the screen, and before I could look up, I had been walking towards the mess hall to grab food with Quartermaster, and I hit a partition with my face.
I jogged off, hoping nobody saw. I heard at least 2 low giggles from workers. Damn wall...
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Post by Lance Commander Marcus Taylor on Jul 17, 2005 23:38:49 GMT -5
I walked into the mech bay and walked to berth 03 where my Bushwacker Thunderhead was sitting.
The rear armor still bore the huge amounts of damage I sustained with the Fafnir back on Hamal. However, I saw that the foot actuator was replaced and that at least it looked to be in operable condition.
I walked over to a tech that was looking at a readout of my mech.
The Neurohelm interface and movement controls restored yet?
Yes Corporal, the gears were essentially jammed at the hip and the interface was a matter of replacing some boards.
The back structural components are fixed, but we still haven't gotten around to replacing that LRM-5 rack.
The front you mashed up was also fixed up and we replaced 2 jumpjets that were damaged when your foot actuator snapped.
We also fixed the hip, so if you wanna calibrate the neurohelm, you're more than welcome. Just don't go walking anywhere yet, due to the techs working on the rear armor plating.
I'll do that now thank you. I'd rather not have massive headaches if at all possible.
I climbed up the ladder into my mechs cockpit and sat in the command couch. I hooked up my Neurohelmet to the interface and ran the required calibrations while the a nearby tech assisted.
After a few painful shots of pain, the helmet was recalibrated to my specifications. Satisfied, I thanked the tech and climbed down.
I walked out of the Mech Bay and decided to go grab some food from the Mess Hall.
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 18, 2005 22:39:25 GMT -5
I walked in to check up on my Raptor. I watched as the 2-day-ago-wretched metal 'mech became what seemed to be a whole new 'Mech. It was even shined. The 'mech looked perfect. I was approached by Quartermaster and a tech.
"She's a 'beut, ain't she? 'Ain't never been there a walker as nice as 'er. She's got no Jumpers, but she's fast. We even loaded 'er withha new compy. 'Ey, Sammy, we gotta hook this man up! Ain't a use for a 'mech without a pilot!"
"Yes sir. Sargeant, we need to calibrate the Neuro-Helmet, and make sure the 'mech works. We can't test the weapons though... unless we get permission from Captain Maxwell. Well, for now, we do need to start it up. Full reactor, We really do need to power her up for the first time."
I spidered up the perplexing gantry, and stepped into the leather couch. Comfort immedatly stroked at my back.
"Ye like? I scraped up som extra and got ya the leather! I hope yew like It, I spent 1,000 C-Bills on that damn sucker," said Quartermaster.
I started up the 'mech, and docked my handheld on the device. I started basic functions, and I callibrated the helmet. An Ice-Water feeling ran around my head as the micro-computer worked.
"Sareant, please switch your radio frequence to Channel 94.5A
"Test, test, can you hear me? Sam, are you picking me up?
"Yes, Sargeant. I'm sending a text message to you now. Pick it up on your computer screen."
Looking upon the screen, I saw that I had one message. I replied then radioed in.
"Works like a charm, sir. Do we need to run the 'mech? We do need to make sure that it operates at 100%, and that it is mobile."
"That sounds like a good idea. All techs and workers, please move out of the area. We are callibrating and testing the almost 100% remodeled Raptor. Please get inside the booth, or get behind the Bulkhead. Lifting locks now, Wedge, you're free. Please step foreward 3 steps."
I did as instructed, and got almost perfect response from the controls. I smiled, and had begun to already like the 'mech.
"Good. Now, torso twist around. I had some trouble with the wiring, it is a bit different, and I want to make sure that the Torso function is working.
The cockpit jerked, and stalled. I looked at Quartermaster, who was watching with his arms folded. Damn...
"Lock your controls, I've got techs coming."
I opened my cockpit, and hung by a step on the Raptor's slender nose. I began to do pull-ups, but I was instructed to stop, as I might fall on the techs. Hanging 40 feet in the air did give me an eerie feeling, and It supported me to keep working if I was working out. Wouldn't want to fall...
Blowtorches and wire cutters worked breifly, and the techs once more returned to the booth, and the mobile ladder was moved. I climbed back in, and clutched the controls.
"Try again, Sargeant, but slowly.
It jerked, and bumped, but the cockpit slowly moved to the left and right.
"Good job. It may not be nessicary, but would you like to run a course where you can jog your 'mech around the bay to get used to it's movements? This 'mech isn't quite like any other 'mech. The slender nose may cause some piloting difference. This may not matter, but I will ask you to return your 'mech to it's stall in 5 minutes. We have other 'mechs to work on."
"Yes sir. I will do this, and i'll be done in two."
I piloted my new Raptor around, Getting used to the slightly altered driving. I found quickly that I wasn't half bad, and I could skillfully manuver figure 8's around 2 ammo crates, while staring at a focal point with a torso twist. I docked it, shut it down, and climed down the ladder.
I need a name for you... something... fitting. I know! Guardian IV. You'll be Guardian IV.
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Post by Lance Commander William Rhodes on Jul 26, 2005 19:54:48 GMT -5
The lift doors open into the Liberty's mech bay, and William Rhodes, newest mechwarrior of the Legionnaires dashes through, still fastening the buckle of his gun belt. Only two mechs remain in the massive hold, a Shadow Hawk and a Hellhound. William smiles at the familiar scents of ozone and oil, and his eyes linger on the Clan design. A wide smile sprouts across his face.
Never piloted a Clan mech before
With no time to waste, William grabs an attuned neuro-helmet from a nearby tech and climbs the boarding ladder to the cockpit of the fifty ton Hellhound. The crew chief follows him up to help him strap in and familiarize William with some of the more unique controls.
What does Diefenbaker mean?
Thirteenth Prime Minister of ancient Canada... responds the grumpy crew chief.
What?!
Also a dog on a ancient 2D show called Deep South... he adds climbing back down the boarding ladder.
Whatever...
Rhodes quickly goes through the security protocols and fires up the beast's fusion heart. Sealing the hatch with a ear-poping hiss, he grabs the control sticks and moves the metal behemoth towards the exit ramp.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 26, 2005 20:21:16 GMT -5
Nice posts, MechWarrior. Report to the Active Campaign, where you will need to track down Corporal Taylor and assist him in whatever capacity you are able. We need to take Tierra Verde, but things are still looking pretty grim.
Good luck! And remember...no guts, no galaxy!
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Aug 2, 2005 11:20:00 GMT -5
I walked up to the captain.
"Captain I have a request. I would like to sell my Belial for a Black Knight. Would that be possible? If it is I want a loadout of 1 medium laser, 2 large lasers, and 2 PPCs along with the standard computer loadout."
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Aug 2, 2005 11:22:24 GMT -5
He's in a VtOL right now , although it can be arranged that your conversation with him be before the takeoff.
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Aug 2, 2005 11:25:33 GMT -5
Yeah. I know. I had PMd him and he said to post on here so thats what I did.
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on Aug 2, 2005 11:25:59 GMT -5
OR after the OP @ Wedge
I doubt this would take place during the after math of a war.... ^__^
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Post by Quartermaster on Aug 2, 2005 12:07:50 GMT -5
Bah, ye all have forgotten about old Quartermaster, I see.
I muttered and coughed loudly as I staggered toward the queue line. MechWarrior Alex was at the 'ead, blathering about sellin' the ol' Belial.
"A Black Knight? That's a hard find. I'll see what I can do. With lasers and PPCs, ya say? Hmm."
I leaned in close.
"Fer a few extra credits," I whispered, "I can upgrade those to Extended Range lasers and PPCs. Let's ya hit 'em from halfway across the battlefield. Whaddaya say?"
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Aug 2, 2005 13:07:49 GMT -5
I looked at the Quatermaster and then leaned over.
"I'll take it."
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