<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/SNBattletech.jpg)</div><br/><em>The year is 3050, the location the Inner Sphere, the business is war, and business is good. With the sudden emergence of a new foe the Inner Sphere is in desperate need of troops and the various mercenary companies are all scrambling to pick up the slack. Even the smaller units that previously struggled to get a job are now inundated with jobs, of course the trick is to pick the ones that are not suicide jobs.<br/><br/>One such unit is Vixen's Raiders, formed many years ago it has seen its share of glory and humiliating defeats. Right now it is still trying to rebuild after a rather disastrous last contract where their employer left them hanging in the wind costing the company its commander as his mech was cored by a Gauss round. The second in command had the misfortune of having her mech set on fire burning her horribly and ending her career as an active pilot but she has instead taken over the overall command, if need be she has a trio of Manticore Tanks she can personally take command of but in general she likes to remain behind trusting her second to deal with battlefield decisions.<br/><br/>With arms crossed behind her back the commander stands stoically watching the mechs get loaded, the heavy ones are already safely tucked into the cargo hold and the last of the scouts are marching up the massive loading ramp with earth shaking strides. Even a Raven weighs in at 35 tons after all, after that her trio of tanks and then they are ready. She can't believe how quickly things have been moving, it feels just like the other day they where limping home with the tail between their legs. Her face is still itching like mad hence her new posture of keeping her hands firmly behind her back to allow it to heal. Time, time has run out for them all it seems these days. The Clan invaders are ploughing into the Inner Sphere with a speed no one could expect. So even units like hers that are not fully used to the new blood are being thrown into the grinder in a desperate attempt to slow the advance. Well, she doesn't mind. The unit need to stop grieving the dead, the men and women need to get over the horrible beating and dole out some of their own. Her eyes look across the loading to where her second in command is ticking off the list of mech pilots and support personnel, a thumbs up shows they are all onboard even as the tank engines let out a low growl and they start up the ramp as well.</em><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Handy links:<br/><br/>IC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283443.0)<br/>Character Sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938149#msg13938149)<br/><br/><br/>Header for IC posts<br/><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=250 padding=8]av adress[/img][/floatright]<br/>[b]Name:[/b] [url=adress link to character sheet]name[/url]<br/>[b]Vehicle:[/b]  insert class of vehicle if in one<br/>[b]Location and time:[/b] Do I need to explain?<br/>[b]Warning:[/b] Any content warning. Ie if the scene contains something that you think people might find uncomfortable. Ie. Rape, graphic violence etc<br/>[b]Tagged:[/b] interacting with.. or closed for if you don't want anyone else to interrupt. <br/>[hr]<br/><br/></code></pre>Aaand welcome :) Ill get to work on the IC thread now. Don't worry we will start slow to get people to finish up characters<br/>