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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: blackouttwo: Here we are, the IC thread for this PbP game, I hope you enjoy it.
  
   Mercenary Training Ground, Sector 14-B 
   Outskirts of the City of Harlech, Outreach 
   0700 Hours, February 3rd, 3048 
  
  The company has rallied here in Sector 14-B for a training exercise. Overseeing the exercise is Lt. Gammorin, a MechWarrior from Wolf's Dragoons. The Dragoons run most, if not all, of the training grounds on Outreach, and any exercises are run with strict supervision by an officer from the Dragoons.
  
   "Alright, people, this is mostly a requisite formality, one last little training session before your company's license is considered cleared. All I'm asking is that you try not to wreck your little tin men and paper planes  too  badly. This is  not  a live fire exercise. Remember that." 
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conversations.value: RandomLunatic: Danae's gaze shifts from the sensor bar on the top of her HUD that compresses 360 degrees of view down to a manageable 160 to the view out of the  Pheonix Hawk's  viewport of the Outreach terrain.
  
   "So what's our simulated mission profile today?" 
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conversations.value: Timberwolf: Anna checks her instruments in her own Phoenix Hawk.
  
   I have no idea. Doubtless something fun... 
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conversations.value: blackouttwo: "You'll be participating in a simulated battle against a lance of 'Mechs from another company also jumping through the legal hoops for their license. Both companies will receive their licenses regardless of the results of the battle, but I'd  advise  you to do well here - It may be on your records for prospective employers to read."  The Lt.'s  Black Knight  is surveying your 'Mechs from 500 meters away, on a ridge. The surrounding terrain is mostly barren, rocky, and rugged.
  
   "I'll say it again - Try not to break your toys yet." 
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conversations.value: RandomLunatic: "I don't plan on it,"  Danae replies, pulling down a satellite map of the area.
  
   "So what intel do we have?" 
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conversations.value: blackouttwo: "A mixed medium and light lance of 'Mechs. Only four of them, according to this. Then again, you know intel."  Gammorin chuckles and shuts off the comm channel, leaving you guys to chat about the upcoming battle.
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conversations.value: Timberwolf: And the prize for least convincing liar of 3048 goes too... 
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conversations.value: RandomLunatic: "Now Anna, you know better than that,"  Danae mock scolds.   "Intel officers are automatically disqualified, so the CEOs and politicians cna have a chance.
  
  "Why don't I scout on point, you come second, and James bring up the rear?"  she suggests.
  
  ((OOC:  And how about somebody give Destro a reminder we are on?))
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conversations.value: Timberwolf: Or we can let them come to us... 
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conversations.value: Destro_Yersul: ((Oops, sorry. I'll bookmark this thread so I don't forget again. My bad 😳))
  
   Why am I always in the back?  James complains, doublechecking the systems to make sure everything is green.  I hate being in the back. 
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conversations.value: Timberwolf: You're in the back because ladies go first... 
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conversations.value: Destro_Yersul: Bit of a silly rule, if you ask me.  James finishes his check and sits back in the mech's  co ckpit.
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conversations.value: Timberwolf: It's not a rule it's... it's... it's  being a gentleman . Of course, when the shot is actually flying, then chivalry will  demand  that you go first. 
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conversations.value: Destro_Yersul: Why did you think I wanted to be in front  in the first place ?  James mutters something about not understanding women.
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conversations.value: Timberwolf: Anna mutters something about parochialism.
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conversations.value: RandomLunatic: "Kids, don't make me turn this 'Mech around." 
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conversations.value: Timberwolf: He started it !! 
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conversations.value: Destro_Yersul: No, I did not. All I did was make an offhanded comment about being in back. You're the one who turned it into a gender issue.  
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conversations.value: Timberwolf: I gave a ridiculous question a ridiculous answer 
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conversations.value: Destro_Yersul: How is it ridiculous to complain about being in the back? I.. just.. gah! Your logic makes no sense!  James, like most men, does not understand women at all.
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conversations.value: Timberwolf: Anna wisely decides to leave the argument there.
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conversations.value: blackouttwo: Even though half of the group hasn't even acknowledged that the game's started...
  
  Lieutenant Gammorin observes the  three  'Mechs *HINT HINT TO THE REST OF THE GROUP* from a distance and smirks to himself. "These people don't stand a chance."
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conversations.value: Destro_Yersul: James continues grumbling about logic and the lack thereof as he waits for something to shoot.