BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)
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				Title: <strong>BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 20:20:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/238/9/1/battletech___unseen_moon_by_shimmering_sword-d6jvfsf.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">BATTLETECH 3057<br>The Ol' Bones' Chronicle</span></span></div><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/d/d7/Outreach.jpg)</div>The planet of Outreach was a gathering point for mercenaries long before the Mercenary Review and Bonding Commission established its foothold here in 3054. It had been sort of a gathering point even before Jaime Wolf was granted ownership of the planet in 3030, though not in anyway near the same capacity. Nowadays both of the twin continents of the planet house major infrastructure and mega-cities that serve every need of the Mercenary markets of the Inner Sphere. If one listens to the rumors building on Outreach that all the registered mercs outnumber any of the Great Houses military power, one begins to wonder if these accommodations are not far too small still. As always, war remains an attractive business in the Sphere, even after the Clan Invasion was stopped on Tukayyid. The Mercenary is an ever growing asset. They deserve nothing but the best, the MRBC says in their adverts and pamphlets.<br><br>Once you've dropped in an 9,700 ton egg from orbit and decelerated from xxx m/s to a comfortable xxx m/s with a thrust of 2,5 G and landed on a specified dropspot in a bustling DropShip port you are probably never going to be normal again. Walter Veijer had a theory that this sort of pressure somehow dislodged a tiny switch-bone at the base of your spine that were keeping all the Merc out of your system until that moment. Once you dropped you never stopped. He had been at it for many years now. Not even close to Alroy and Erich, who should probably have retired a long time ago if they worked in any other industry than the mercenary one. Yet they trudged on. Perhaps their 'Mechs served as their walkers and wheelchairs nowadays. The Ol' Bones were certainly starting to live up to their names. Hopefully the new blood would change that. Commander Walter always shook hands with all those who were leaving the company for other work as soon as everything was landed and secured. Good men all, some more than others, but he had said goodbye and hello to so many over the years. It was those that he never got the chance to say goodbye to that ate a little on him at some nights. People like Kilroy, Hiro, Yamina and...<br><br>"Sir, everything is ready for unloading and reloading, uploading and downloading. Want us to begin?" Walter looked back to the Chief of Engineering and gave a nod. That phrase had become the standard now ever since Janos began using it. Though his 'Old man' had been replaced with a more hierarchy-appropriate sir ever since he left.<br><br>Walter spent the next five hours while the rest of the company unloaded and reloaded with the MRBC, signing reports and filling out the necessary forms to decommission old employees fom the company roster and commissioning new ones. He had a quick chat with his contacts that he had largely inherited from old Perkins, but he had managed to charm a few new ones from the different houses, not the least those from the St Ives Compact and the Rasalhague Republic. Dealings with the Commission became increasingly easier the more friendly you were to its members. The Ol' Bones had the benefit of not having picked any clear sides since it had been founded. But that made things a little uneasy among the Great Houses. So far they had at least made a minor enemy of the Capellans from their little 'kidnapping' affair on Betelgeuse some six years ago, which meant they had at least some support from the Davions, Steiners and Kuritans. No one liked a snake, or at least so they had all thought. Now the Free Worlds League were getting cozy with the Capellan Confederation. Which meant everyone was on edge.<br><br>As for the Dragoons themselves Walter personally couldn't stand them, but he had one of their former members among his officers that made sure relations were smooth. That Ranna still could stand them after the revelation of their true origins Walter could not begin to fathom, but at least she wasn't as pompous a lot as they were. By all accounts Ranna was among the people Walter trusted the most in the whole Inner Sphere. Something he clearly couldn't say about Jaime Wolf himself. Then again he had some strange bedfellows himself. Even though ComStar had shown themselves as a bit of an untrustworthy sort by the end of the Invasion, that was not really any secret to anyone. It was rather the depth of their treachery that had shocked the Inner Sphere. But in Walter's eyes Anastasius Focht had done more than enough to prove their intentions. As such ComStar remained one of their strongest supporters and employers over the years.<br><br>After the visit to the MRBC Walter made the last stop of the day at the Coolant Leak Bar. It wasn't really anything special, there were plenty of more extravagant and exotic locales in uptown Harlech where mercenaries could boast with their pretended wealth in luxurious casinos, silk laden bordellos and fancy lounge establishment with true alcoholic delicacies from around the Sphere and as far out as from the Deep Periphery. The Leaking Coolant enjoyed something even better than that, despite its rundown seedy appearance from outside and the dimly lit halls that made up its interior. It was the place of choice of a large number of mercs and corps, including the Ol' Bones. Verilliam Jackson, the stocky former FWL mercenary veteran who owned the place, knew just about everyone that came through the doors by name and knew what poisons they used to forget. So Walter arrived at his ordinary bar stool witha Mead-Bomb already waiting for him, a rather nasty strong brew from the FRR, thick as bread and with a strange taste of honey and rye, with an even nastier shot glass of akvavit dumped into it. Tasted like shit but cleaned out the soul, Trondheimeans usually said. Walter found it rather tasty actually.<br><br>"Just you tonight, Mongrel?" Jackson asked with a smile. Walter returned it and gave a sigh. "No such luck, Jack. The rest is coming soon I suspect, new recruits as well. Just wanted a bit of peace before the storm." He paused and took a heavy swig from the large stein in front of him, after which he pulled out his pipe and started stuffing it with tobacco. Only Walter and Erich were allowed to smoke in the bar. And of course... "Know what day it is, Jack?" The man behind the bar pulled a little on his scruffy beard before pouring a glass of brandy. "Yeah..." he said, putting the glass on a coaster by the seat next to Walter. "March 5th. The day Perks was murdered." Walter lit his pipe with a nod, plumes of smoke shooting out of his nose, before he pulled out a cigar, Cuban as they called it, though he knew most of them came from FWL worlds nowadays. Jackson put an ashtray next to the glass of brandy while Walter lit the cigar and placed it in the tray to burn out on its own. "He's living the good life with Kilroy in Valhall right now." They exchanged a laugh as Jackson walked off to bring out more drinks for when the rest of the company arrived. Walter sat silent for a moment before tapping the glass of brandy with his stein and emptying it. The others would arrive soon hopefully and fill the hall with a little more cheer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 21:03:21</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Bastion/Harlech Starport<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br>"Get that frakking thing off the ramp and lock it up in bay 4.&nbsp; Ranna yelled up to the technician moving one of their newly repaired mechs from the repair gantry onto the Bastion's Mech Bay.&nbsp; The last time they had been in system they had to completely repair six mechs not including Erich's Awesome.&nbsp; One if the parts of the game that she hadn't really wanted when Walt had made her Captain was being in charge of making sure the mech hangar was secure prior to departure.&nbsp; She was glad that the last of the repaired Mechs was on board.&nbsp; She could finally take a break and join Walt in town.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking over to one of the hangar chief Ranna handed him the manifest.&nbsp; "The new mechs will need to be secured in bays six through ten.&nbsp; Make sure they are locked down.&nbsp; Have the new mechwarriors leave their gear in their mechs, they can put their stuff in the bunks after everyone's arrived." She looked out at the clear bluish green sky over the bustling city of Harlech.&nbsp; "We'll have the port taxi come pick everyone up in an hour.&nbsp; Make sure everything is secured or your deck monkeys won't get to join the fun."&nbsp; She gave the stout rough man a quick smile and returned a quick salute as she headed down the ramp to a waiting power bike.&nbsp; Slipping the helmet on, she thumbed the ignition filling the air with an electric hum.<br><br>The ride was relaxing as Ranna slipped in and out of traffic along the highway.&nbsp; Almost on autopilot, Ranna's mind slipped back to the last few months.&nbsp; Their missions had been rough, but things had been coming together bringing the unit to an effective fighting force.&nbsp; She missed Natasha, she missed Lily and she missed Elisa, but she had grown to accept that in this business people move on or die.&nbsp; Ranna remembered why she lived life the way she did, realizing on some level she wanted to be remembered and missed.&nbsp; Without realizing it, her palm had started accelerating the bike as she weaved in and out of cars faster and faster.&nbsp; Finally slowing, she turned into the parking lot of the Coolant Leak bar, a place the Company had been using as a haunt since that first fight so many years ago.<br><br>Slipping off the bike, she unzipped her jumpsuit a little to let the air in as she stepped into the dark dingy bar.&nbsp; "Hey Jack!!&nbsp; Good to see nothings changed since the last time we tore up the place."&nbsp; Ranna smiled as she shot jibes at the owner and bartender.&nbsp; Sitting in the stool next to Walt, Ranna quickly threw down the shot of clear liquid already sitting on the bar before washing it down with the bottle of local beer Jackson brewed somewhere behind the bar.&nbsp; "Cargo and repaired mechs are stowed.&nbsp; Curtis is waiting for the new mechs to arrive to lock them down and send the crew over."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 22:27:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Part of the paperwork included the full file of one of the recruits - an unruly juvenile who had, under Lyran law, chosen enlistment over punishment as a first offender. The LAAF had collectively made the sign of the cross at the idea, and made him available to Alliance-friendly mercenaries. And little wonder. So, at least Walter was prepared.<br><br>"There we are. The Coolant Leak." One of the two Dragoon law enforcement officers snorted quietly. "You sure you do not want to sign on with us instead, kid?"<br><br>The person addressed - a young man with unruly hair, dressed in faded jeans and a leather vest over a similarly faded green shirt - shook his head. "Neg, Sir. The Old Wolf was not even an option, when the Lyrans decided to indenture me to mercenaries instead of their own forces."<br><br>The response brought an amused snort from the other cop. "I am sure he would gladly hire such a well-spoken young cub, though. Don't worry, kid, we're not gonna tell him. You're right, you gotta lie in the bed you made. Can't have a Warrior spring you out every time. There, in ya go. And don't make trouble."<br><br>"Above and beyond being a minor in a bar, that is." The other cop smirked. "You know, we should be back in five minutes and fine old Jackson."<br><br>"Don't even think it. Ain't his fault the Bones arranged this as meeting place for all the recruits." The first cop elbowed his partner in the side, snickering as their charge sauntered into the bar.<br><br>Inside, the young man blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust, then made his way to the bar. He had been given a description of who to expect - a pair of red-haired warriors, one male, one female, the male built like a Ghost Bear elemental. That had to be them. He approached the bar and stood to attention. "Sta..." He interrupted himself, coughing. "Pardon me. Commander Veijer, Lieutenant Krannok, of the Old Bones company?" He inquired. Those were not ranks he was used to in any form, and he kept trying to backslide into the system drilled into him practically from birth. "Ivan Wolf. Judge Reichenbach sent me to report to you in lieu of being caged."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 23:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG" The other pilots around her are chanting as she desperately drinks as fast as she can from the overfilled pitcher of beer, more then a little of the amber liquid is running down her chin to splash across her bra clad chest but in these drinking games that is hardly a crime. As long as everyone ends up completely smashed really fast, and from the scattering of bottles, empty shot glasses and little smoking cigarette butts that probably contains more then just nicotine the small group is well on the way.<br><br>If asked she can honesty say she has no idea when her jacket came off, probably some time after the third hit of the Blue Crystal. Blue Crystal, the latest in designer drugs meant to fuck you up real fast but also bring you back down fast. Perfect for those with limited time to mess themselves up, or in her case.. limited time before she is supposed to meet her new commander. It is almost a shame that she will be shipping off this rock soon, the booze and the drugs here are cheap, plentiful and the men are .. well.. it is no big surprise that most mercs are men.. and lonely. Sure there are plenty of young gorgeous (and many not so young and gorgeous) who are willing to spend some time with you in exchange for some money, but in her experience they seem more relaxed among their own kind. Never mind she has no real experience with her mech, something they make fun of constantly calling her the rookie, newbie, young blood, and other.. less.. savory titles. <br><br>"argh fucking ratpiss!" She slams the mostly empty pitcher down and belches unladylike but no one seems to care, probably because all the spilled beer is making her bra semi seethrough, or perhaps because they are all just as stoned as she is. "Alright John, your turn!" She glares at the man across from her who she has been competing with to see who can drink the most, she really hopes he will give up soon. Her bladder feels like it is about to burst, and there was something important she was going to be doing. Or was there? She can't remember, not with the music pumping loudly, the booze and drugs coursing through her body making her sway back and fourth while humming along with the lyrics.<br><br>"I always said I wanted to die smiling, to pretend I'm at peace. <br>Now from my corpse beams a frigid, blank grin and once hopeful eyes are sunken in. <br>Like a lullaby to the cradle is the eulogy to the casket."<br><br>John looks at her and shakes his head, "you are a sick pup. Lets up the ante eh? Brain smasher shots? If i can take five of them you suck my cock, right here?" The statement is followed by cheering from the other men and the young redhead just nods. "you are on grandpa". John grins and downs the first of the hellishly vile shots while trying to not stare as Elizabeth leans forward licking her lips in a very seductive way, "tastes like honey." he lies as his callused hand grips the second shot and gulps it down with a loud gasp as the drink that many would prefer to use to degrease their engines then drink. But none in this group of friends care much for braincells, only about the next party. "Almost as sweet as you sugartits." The onlookers chuckle as it is very clear he is struggling but the thought of those nice plump lips around his lonely cock, the third shot goes down even as he is dreaming about her tongue slowly swirling around the shaft. "gah who was the idiot that agreed to this?" he coughs violently and reaches for number four hoping to hide the rising bile with more of the same liquid death.<br><br>"you... you.. are..fuck!" he clamps his hand over his mouth and staggers to the mensroom to throw up loudly, "sorry grandpa. Nesht time I am here we can have a rematch." Her own words more then a little slurred as she grabs her shining latex jacket and slips it on, the few still working braincells managed to stage a little coup and seem to have barricaded themselves in the control room with the partying braincells slowly drinking themselves to death outside. "Cant keep the new boos.. waiting.. good impression and all... *hick*" One hand slams into her firm ass as a goodbye from her drinking buddies as she staggers out with a little wave at them and the bartender who has been her enabler for so long. "Be shafe Mack! Get more of those Blue shtuffs.. they are good." Yeah, more then a little drunk from her slurring she staggers outside to take a peek at her ale soaked note, "Coolant .. leek... funny vegetable." She grins at her own crooked handwriting and starts walking, her knee high fuck me boots clicking against the heavy road. Normally a road isn't made this wide or solid but when it isn't all to uncommon for mechs having to take the side roads in order to get anywhere they have to be made very sturdy, a regular road would be turned into nothing more then churned up mess by even one of the smaller mechs.<br><br>"Fuck.. cops." she quickly tries to very unsuccessfully hide as two dragoons seem to usher a man inside..wait.. what?! Sentence to drink? That's a new one, perhaps she should get herself caught a few times if that is the punishment these days. "Men, take this woman to the nearest bar and make sure she gets shitfaced." Yupp, she can do with a sentence like that.<br><br>"Ok.. breathe.. in.. out..in ... out.. sober.. sober.." she slaps herself hard a few times across the face to try and clear her fuzzy head, at least the high is mostly gone but all that booze.. and she still forgot to go visit the ladies. Crap! No wonder it was uncomfortable to get here, shit shit shit. As she ponders what to do, while crossing and uncrossing her legs several times in the age old I need to pee dance she digs out a very flavorful chewing gum and pops into her mouth to hide the worst of the ale stench. "Think.. think... oh.. I GOT IT!" A man turns to look at her as she exclaims that loudly, paying him no heed she darts across the street to a small place that sells freshly roasted coffee, and a not so quick visit to their restroom she is feeling much better about herself.<br><br>"Ah.. coffee.. you and me pal.. stick with me and I will take you places, yes sureeeee. You and me and my spindly little mech against the clan filth." Sipping the piping hot coffee she enters the Coolant Leak to try and find the one she was sent to report to, truth to be told she didn't much pay attention to her orders so it is perhaps fortuitous that her eyes land on the lovely redhead in the jumpsuit.. and that cleavage.. oh my.. now THAT is a good way to sober up. And hey if it isn't the criminal she saw being led in, and.. sweeeet.. he is doing the searching for her. Now all she has to do is make sure that is in deed the one she needs to find and she doesn't even have to look like a complete idiot doing it. This day is going from fantastic to great, now all she has to do is not stink too much of booze and.. have a little but more luck for once.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 23:23:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div><br>Ailis chuckled, watching Ranna's exit, only half-listening to the technician listing off items. She repeated a few of them back to him, double-checking, then nodded. "Alright, go on with ye - looks good from here. Ye know where to find us if something goes pear-shaped." She checked her list again, then tucked the 'pad into a pocket. "This oughta be good..."<br><br>Even accounting for the delay of convincing a recalcitrant bike to work - as designed, not as it liked - Ailis made good time, enjoying the wind, the half-familiar sounds and smells of Harlech City. Coming up on the Coolant Leak, she slowed, counting vehicles. <em>One Ranna.. not sure who that is, two Dragoons </em>... "Somebody start th' party without me? Ach, s'what I get for being late." Ailis muttered under her breath as she stowed her bike and stretched, hands absently checking the sheath at her back, smoothing the leather over her hips and legs before unzipping her jacket and wandering in, humming under her breath as she scanned the crowd, then headed for the bar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 04:55:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass Tenclay was technically a member of the Old Bones; she’d signed on to the unit and sat around for a few meetings, but had never been on a mission with them as yet. That was something she was looking forward to with a mixture of anticipation and dread. Yes, she was being paid to fight, and it wouldn’t be the first time she’d been in a BattleMech facing off with hostiles, that wasn’t the issue at all.<br><br>However, the biggest issue for her was the large number of unknowns. Cass liked new experiences and seeing new things, but there was a world of difference between stepping off a Dropper onto some new world where you were going to see the sights and dropping into a hostile situation where people were trying to kill you. That she knew so little about the rest of the team didn’t help her any; when in a firefight, it helped to know the people who were supposedly on your side.<br><br>That’s why she was headed down to the Coolant Leak; the place was supposedly the favoured hangout of the Old Bones, and if they were going to be anywhere then this would likely be it. Entering the place, she glanced around, noting Walter and Ranna at the bar. She didn’t know either of them terribly well yet, but the flame-haired Merc had been the one to recruit her, so it was a good start. <em>And a friendly face always helps,</em> she added as she approached the two, smiling.<br><br>“Hey there.” She began, a smile on her face as she approached the pair of them. “Cass Tenclay; one the newbies. Good to see both of you again.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 21:24:04</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Coolant Leak Bar<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><hr><br><em>Sta....Pardon me. Commander Veijer, Lieutenant Krannok, of the Old Bones company? Ivan Wolf. Judge Reichenbach sent me to report to you in lieu of being caged.</em><br><br>Ranna had remembered that Walt mentioned something about one of their new recruits being an unblooded hooligan that some judge offered up as an alternative to prison.&nbsp; The judge probably figured the kid would get fragged within a week and it wouldn't matter either way.&nbsp; Rumor had it this kid was some refugee from a Clan Wolf exodus after the fallout of Tukayyid.&nbsp; Ranna didn't much care if this kid was a Wolf or not.&nbsp; After the revelations regarding Jaime Wolf and his Dragoons, Ranna had both a bit more respect and a bit more loathing for the Mercs and their fore bearers, but she wasn't going to make that known to anyone.&nbsp; She still missed Natasha, but kept close ties on her accomplishments when she could.&nbsp; The failure to fully recognize Ranna's hard fought rank made her wince while she fought the urge to wheel around and cold cock the young pup.&nbsp; That was the culture he grew up in, why change things now.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Hey there...Cass Tenclay; one the newbies. Good to see both of you again.</em><br><br>She considered her options as the door opened again and one of the other new Recruits sauntered in, taking her mind from the scraggly looking kid.&nbsp; Cass had been recommended by a friend of the unit, and Ranna had checked her out personally before recommending to Walt that they recruit her.&nbsp; She knew the girl was rough around the edges and had little experience in combat, but she had natural skill which was always a plus.&nbsp; It didn't help that Ranna had a hard time keeping her mind focused when Cass came around.&nbsp; The few times she had seen the woman, Ranna found herself distracted.&nbsp; It was something she'd have to work on.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't long after Cass walked in that another of the new recruits rolled through the door, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes followed closely by Ailis, the Recon Lance commander.&nbsp; Ranna snickered to herself as she watched the small troop fill into the half empty bar.&nbsp; Looking to Walt she opened her mouth for a second as if confirming the thought that was in her head.&nbsp; "You do realize at this point we really need to change the name to the Red Marauders or something!!&nbsp; Who's idea was it to have this many redheads in the Company!"&nbsp; She took a final swig of her beer before turning towards the group that was slowly starting to grow behind them.&nbsp; "Jack, a round of drinks for everyone please."&nbsp; She finally was turned so she could look out at the group.&nbsp; "First, I'm Captain Ranna Krannock.&nbsp; She stared at the scraggly looking kid for a moment to ensure understanding before she continued.&nbsp; "Everyone make themselves comfortable.&nbsp; Once everyone arrives we'll do intros and give you the run down on our current situation.&nbsp; Grabbing the bottle Jack had set out for her on the bar she leaned towards Walt and whispered only to him. "I hope we don't have anything planned for a few months.&nbsp; I'm going to need lots of time to train this group."&nbsp; Having said her piece she stepped from the bar stool to find a place at a big table where people could gather.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 22:26:02</strong>
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				Gregory Schmidt<br>Bastion/ Harlich Starport<br><br>The comm-link crackles a bit as the hanger chief gave him instructions: <strong>"Just park it in bay 6 and leave your gear."</strong>&nbsp; <strong>"Right, will do."</strong> Gregory maneuvers his 'mech into place, climbs out and takes a deep breath.&nbsp; <em>Well, this is your new home now.&nbsp; God I hope I didn't make a mistake.. none of that now.&nbsp; You've made your decision.&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; With a shake, he heads for the ramp to wait on the taxi that would be taking anyone still arriving to the bar.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; I was going to post a bit more, but ran out of time, so I guess this can be a secondary point for people to congregate for a minute, or we can assume the taxi gets him there without further ... anything.
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				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 22:27:53</strong>
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				(http://img2-2.timeinc.net/ew/i/2012/06/06/tb-exclusives/joe-manganiello_407.jpg)<br><br>Robert moved around the pool table looking at the balls and found a perfect shot. With a stroke of the pool stick, the que ball hit the 12 and 9 sending them into into the corner holes. Now the only ball left to hit in was the 8. The merc, Robert was facing, looked in aye as he still had 4 solid colored balls to go and Robert was about to win. Thoughts raced through his mind until a dirty idea came to thought stopped him. With a evil smirk he eased around the table and gripped the bottom of his stick. As he raised the pool que up, a loud two loud snaps echoed across bar. The merc stumbled back from being punched by two dragoons that were Roberts trainees from 6 years ago. Robert smiled and said, "Wait boys. If I make this shot, I will use the money he will lose to buy a round of blue crystal for every one that throws him out." Onlookers watched and eagerly awaited near the man which was feeling like a small mino in a school of hungry sharks. As the pool stick pulled back and went forward, the que ball rolled across the table and struck the 8. The black pool ball moved straight for the corner ever quickly dropping speed as it went. At the edge of the hole it stopped, the merc breathed a sigh of relief but it was too early. The 8 ball tipped over into the hole and a crowd of men screamed in joy as they picked up the panicing merc and took him towards the door. With a loud hev the man went flying out the door landing next to the dragoons car. <br><br>Robert laughed as he felt proud and a little worried at the same time. He picked up the 2000 credits and moved towards the bar. The bartender looked at him and yelled "At least you didn't start a fight inside again Robert." Robert replied "Not today Jack. Give these men a round of blue crystal." As he handed 1500 credits to the barkeep. Robert looked around and saw the new recruits were coming in and talking to Walt and Ranna. So he left the crowd of drunken mercs and dragoons to go join the Ol'Bones. The muscle bound man walked towards the group and sat on a barstool behind Ranna. Robert realized he wasn't noticed, so he decided to do something he might regret later but he couldn't help it. Knowing him and Ranna has got along very nicely, he reached down with one hand and grabbed her ass. He smiled and said, "Hey captain. I think your zipper is distracting the recruits from your speech."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 23:10:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>"Captain. I apologize, Ma'am. It appears the information I was given was less than accurate." Ivan did not relax for a moment longer. Make himself comfortable, eh? Not that this place was /that/ much different from the R&amp;R facilities he had seen. <em>I hope I at least got the other part right... if not, I may have to ask for leave to add another bullet point to my register of 'sins.'</em> When one of the other men reached out to grope the Captain, he quirked an eyebrow, and paid close attention to the results. This was, after all, not his pack yet... and the sooner he learned the rules of acceptable interaction, the better. And while noone took notice of him would be the time to make those observations...
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 23:59:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div>“Pleasure to meat you, Captain Krannok.” Cass smiled. “I mean we met before, but now that I’m in the door you’re my superior, not just the person I need to butter up at the recruitment.” She laughed a little, smiling at the firey-haired officer. “Regardless, it’s great to be here. I know I’m not the most experienced soldier, but I’m willing to learn. Looks like I’ve got some great teachers too.” She smiled again, recalling what she knew of the Old Bones and their experiences so far.<br><br>Cass had dressed down for the occasion; like most merc units, the team had no uniform to speak of, and left its soldiers to do whatever they wanted as long as they weren’t breaking any decency laws. Right now she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that left her tattooed arms mostly bare, while her low neckline left her pendant exposed, nestled nicely above her chest. The simple dress pants and boots completed the set; practical and not flashy. Besides, she found that people often didn’t look at her clothes.<br><br>She glanced at the other man with them; a scruffy guy who looked almost like a kid trying to grow a beard to look older. <em>Another newcomer?</em> she asked herself, noting some of his odd turns of phrase. <em>Couldn’t be...</em> “Ivan, wasn’t it?” Cass spoke up, a friendly tone in her voice. “Guess we’ll be working alongside each other. Could be interesting.”<br><br>Anything further, however, was cut off by a muscular man approaching the group and grabbing Ranna’s jumpsuit-clad rear. The next thing Cass knew, she was laughing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 01:27:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div><em>Damn, damn, damn!</em><br>Brooklyn's feet pounded against the sidewalk, sweat beading on his face as he weaved between the too slow pedestrians.<br><em>How is there this many people out now of all times?</em><br>The sudden appearance of a couple out of an alleyway had him jerk to an almost complete stop before pirouetting around then, angry swears trailing after him.&nbsp; Ignoring them, Brooklyn continued to race towards to the Coolant Leak, occasionally giving hasty glances at his watch.&nbsp; He was already late by one minute, and though he knew that some mercenary companies were more relaxed about such things (like one having a meeting at a bar of all places), it was important to make a good first impression.&nbsp; He had planned on arriving five minutes early, to present a certain image of keenness and professionalism, but sudden and tedious bureaucracy had held him up, eating away at his precious time.<br><br>Spotting the sign of the bar, Brooklyn sped up, dashing across the road as angry honks marked his abrupt passage.&nbsp; Skidding to a halt beside the entrance to the bar, he leaned forward and placed a hand on the wall as he panted, trying to catch his breath.&nbsp; Once he got that under control, he straightened up and began to readjust his clothes.&nbsp; He had been briefed earlier that there was no set uniform and that he could dress however he liked so long as it wasn't violating any laws.&nbsp; With his entire wardrobe of nearly fuck all available to him, he had settled for his old military jacket and trousers.&nbsp; As a concession to the less than strict dress code, the jacket was only done up halfway, revealing the plain white t-shirt he worn underneath.&nbsp; All insignias had been torn away though, and it was only the colour and cut that revealed him to be a former Free World League soldier.&nbsp; He ran his fingers through his hair, making sure it wasn't disheveled before nodding to himself.&nbsp; Time to go.<br><br>The first thing he noticed when stepping inside was the strong smell of alcohol.&nbsp; Not surprising that he smelled booze walking into a bar, but this smelled like his graduation party all over again.&nbsp; The second thing was the amount of red heads gathered in one place.&nbsp; Unless someone had been performing some genetic tampering, this was possibly the rarest sight he was going to see in a while. By sheer luck, he caught the tail end of one of the red heads speech, putting a name and face to the briefing notes he had been given earlier about his commanding officers.&nbsp; Stepping forward towards her, his earlier training took over as he smartly stood at attention, giving her a crisp salute.<br>"Sir, private Brooklyn DeGauss reporting, sir."<br><br>Before anything else could be said or done, he watched as a man he didn't recognize come and grab his captain's ass.&nbsp; Immediately, Brooklyn was poker faced, staring straight ahead as he held back any possible reaction.&nbsp; The last thing he wanted to do was laugh right in his captain's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 01:54:59</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Coolant Leak Bar<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><hr><br><em>“Pleasure to meat you, Captain Krannok.&nbsp; I mean we met before, but now that I’m in the door you’re my superior, not just the person I need to butter up at the recruitment.&nbsp; Regardless, it’s great to be here. I know I’m not the most experienced soldier, but I’m willing to learn. Looks like I’ve got some great teachers too."</em><br><br>Hearing the commotion coming from the pool tables while she spoke to the new arrivals, Ranna had dismissed the ruckus as something innocuous.&nbsp; The grab to the ass had been a surprise.&nbsp; Her reaction to the assault had been instinctual.&nbsp; Her hand immediately grabbed the assaulting hand and began to twist as she spun.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Hey captain. I think your zipper is distracting the recruits from your speech.</em>&nbsp; The comment only registered as she was in mid attack, but that didn't adjust her fire any.&nbsp; She had to establish her position with the new arrivals much the way she had with everyone else in the company, quickly and painfully.&nbsp; Her inside hand pulled his twisted wrist up and around while her outside hand caught his hair in mid spin.&nbsp; It was fortunate for Robert that he had said something.&nbsp; Regardless of the fact that the man outweighed Ranna by a hundred pounds, she was faster and more adept at hand to hand.&nbsp; Her hand pushed his face as quickly and gently to the solid wood bar as she could moving that fast, but physics ensured some level of thump at the end.<br>"Hey Robert.&nbsp; She spoke to the tall muscular man with his head pressed to the bar, her mouth only inches from his ear and his offending arm twisted high in the air behind him.&nbsp; Her voice was even and had a tint of danger to it, but she maintained her calm, speaking loud enough for those nearby to hear.&nbsp; "What did I tell you about touching me??&nbsp; It's a good thing I need you to train these mumps or I'd break that hand.&nbsp; Her smile was crooked and evil when she let him go, her eyes half open slits as she expected him to retaliate.<br><br>Without any further concern for the attack.&nbsp; Ranna picked up the broken bottle of beer she had dropped on the floor, placing the pieces on the bar.&nbsp; "Give me a rag and a new beer Jack.&nbsp; Robert will clean up the mess.&nbsp; Ranna quickly turned her attention to the tall tattooed redhead that she had recruited so many months ago.&nbsp; "Hey Cass,&nbsp; good to see you.&nbsp; How have things been?&nbsp; Moving casually to a nearby booth, Ranna motioned that Cass and the others should join her at the table.&nbsp; "So tell me a bit about you guys outside of what I've read in your files.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 02:30:17</strong>
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				Ailis Ciarach<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>Ailis wove her way through the crowd, one ear on the ruckus near the back, one eye on the group at the bar. <em>Huhn, someone put a foot in it already.</em> She thought, chuckling. "I'd suggest ye be gentle wi' him, Captain, but if he ain't learned when ain't a good time by now...." She says, as she takes the seat on Robert's other side. "Who's the wee bairn?" <br>A glass taps the bar by her arm, and she looks around, grinning at the sight. "Ah, lad, ye remembered." She nods, taking the glass and cradling it while she examines the new blood - and the older recruits, letting them get a good look at her in turn. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 02:51:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div><em>So much for un-remarked-on observation.</em> Ivan smirked to himself quietly as not one, but two of the redheads took notice. <em>And the less scary ones, too... good to know that treating a trinary-level officer like a long-term companion from the technician or scientist castes still carries the same kind of consequence around here, as it would have with my own pack.</em> "Yes." He nodded to Cass politely. "Although I suspect we will not be working together, unless you are infantry or I succeed at winning a Trial of Possession for a BattleMech in the very near future." He frowned briefly, thinking. "I am remembering correctly that non-salvaged OmniMechs are still rarities and at best available as prototypes to select warriors?"<br><br>When Ranna inquired about the records, he looked at her again. "Ma'am, I am not even certain what the files /say/ about me. I suspect that they cast the Trials of Possession for food, a gun and ammunition in the worst possible light, describing me as an armed robber of some sort. Similarly, they would describe my - properly offered, I might add - batchalls for Trials of Refusal to be taken into custody as resisting a lawful arrest." He sighed. "I guess I better start at the beginning. About a year and a half or so ago, the ilKhan ordered that all sibkos old enough to be taking their final Trials within the next three years were to be transferred to the Inner Sphere under custody of saKhan Phelan Ward. For some reason, the ship carrying my sibko and several others was separated from the fleet in a jump, and shortly thereafter came under heavy attack. I am not certain who else made it into the escape pods - mine was empty except for me when it was launched. I made my living as well as I could where I landed - which is to say, I rather quickly figured out I had no local currency, no local identity, did not even exist in any of the official records, and fell back on what I know to do. Fight. Did not take long for law enforcement to take notice - for one, the group I fell in with tended to win territorial disputes, and for another, like I said, there were a few Trials of Possession for bare necessities. I am not going to go into much detail of what I got up to in that time - let us just say that I have a new appreciation that not all members of the Dark Caste are rotten and in need of extermination. Either way, I eventually ran afoul of enough policemen that I could not escape capture. I suppose in pleading guilty to at least those charges I /did/ personally commit, I earned the right to be considered for military service in lieu of a prison sentence. I suppose they hope to reform their delinquent sibbies in that fashion. I do not know what negotiations sent me here, rather than to a unit of regulars, but I suspect my rap sheet might have something to do with it."<br><br>Ivan didn't look particularly remorseful - but then, from the sound of it, he had not, to his mind, committed any of the crimes he was accused of. Or more to the point, did not view them, under the circumstances, as criminal infractions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 04:08:59</strong>
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				(http://img2-2.timeinc.net/ew/i/2012/06/06/tb-exclusives/joe-manganiello_407.jpg)<br><br>Robert knew something was going to happen and it did. She twisted his hand and grabbed his hair slamming it on the table. Robert reacted quickly and grabbed his knife from his waist. When she stopped and after she talked to him, he said "Alright Captain I wont do it again. But bad thing is, this is a draw." When he said draw he tapped the side of the knife on her stomach to show why. After she realizes it is there he sheaths it on his belt and waits for her to let him up. When she let him go he stretched for a second and stayed standing, looking over the recruits. "Yeah I will need to put them through the ringer to see what they can do. If you will let me Walter, I can request for the northern arena outside the city to be vacant for training tommorrow. It wont cost much because they are going to redoing it and need a wrecking crew....Oh forgot. I am Lt. Robert Johnson." Robert moved back to the bar to get Ranna her drink. He put the drink on the table infront Ranna and pulled a chair up. After sitting down backwardsin the chair facing the table Robert waited for the rest to get here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 07:48:54</strong>
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				As Robert sat down, a large shadow fell over him. The source of the shadow could, depending on the observer, be generally described as 'Localized tectonic movement', or 'living mountain', or, simply 'Big'. The second thing people would notice was that said living mountain was scowling, the expression of displeasure on his face enhanced by the drooping moustache that pulled his face downwards into an even deeper frown, and the cigar clamped between his teeth, a thin plume of smoke rising from the expensive smoke.<br><br>"Asking for a demotion already, Robert? You're doing a wonderful job of making me reconsider your current position as Fire lance's lead." Erich placed one hand on Robert's shoulder, the gentle pressure reminding the <em>Marauder</em> pilot that, for all the wrinkles around his eyes and grey hair, Erich kept in shape and had at least fifty pounds of solid muscle over the next-largest person in the bar. Leaning forwards slightly, his dark eyes glittered in the bar's gloom, the red embers of his cigar lighting the space between the two men. "Think hard before you pull a knife the next time you earn a clubbing over the head from a superior. Next time you won't be visiting a bartop."<br><br>Straightening, the huge man picked his path with aplomb, settling on a bar stool a few seats down from where Walt was 'holding court'; an ashtray and bottle of Tiquimbi Dark Ale waited for him as he began to relax, taking a long pull from the beer before inhaling a slow drag from his cigar. "Hey. Walt. How many are we expecting?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 13:37:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div>The beared man’s introduction to Ranna confirmed Cass’s suspicions, the tattooed mercenary simply stopping to let him speak for the moment, fascinated by what he had to say. <em>A Clanner here and working with the mercenaries? I’ll definitely have to write home to mum about this one.</em> She smiled to herself, more interested by what he had to say then Robert and Ranna’s sparring. Wheather this was something regular or the young officer being an idiot was another matter, but for now she was more interested in what the stray wolf had to say.<br><br>“That’s an interesting tale, Ivan.” She finally spoke up, looking at him. “I’ll admit now that you’re the first Clanner I’ve ever met, but... well, you guys are supposed to be tough and great fighters. And if that’s true, then I welcome the chance to fight alongside you. Hopefully we can get you a ‘Mech too; after all, I think you deserve a chance and it’d be a shame to waste your talents as PBI. Won’t be Clan tech, but I think you could score something good.”<br><br>Turning back to Ranna, she gave a small smile to the firey-haired woman. “So is it always this exciting around here or only when there are new recruits to impress?” She laughed as she spoke, glancing quickly at Robert before leaning close to whisper in Ranna’s ear. “Though if I was his CO, I’d probably have to find some suitable punishment for grab-assing.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 16:44:46</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Coolant Leak Bar<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><hr><br>Ranna listened intently to the young Wolf's story.&nbsp; It had been a really long way of saying he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time without a shred of knowledge on how to act in the real world.&nbsp; It came as no surprise after what she'd heard and seen about the Clans during the war.&nbsp; She thought it was funny that after all the years Jamie Wolf and Natasha Kerensky were in the Inner Sphere, they never gave the Clans any information about how to act around Inner Sphere people.&nbsp; Ranna snickered at the thought that had the Dragoons actually given the Clans that information, the Clans may have had a way to beat the Inner Sphere houses.&nbsp; When he finally finished Cass tried to make him feel welcome, something Ranna had never been very good at.&nbsp; She'd have to take notes and stick close the the tattooed Redhead.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em> “So is it always this exciting around here or only when there are new recruits to impress?&nbsp; Though if I was his CO, I’d probably have to find some suitable punishment for grab-assing.”</em><br><br>Their eyes met for a moment before Cass spoke.&nbsp; She wanted to respond to Cass's public comment with something a bit more devious, but then realized that might let on to her thoughts on the situation.&nbsp; Cass leaned in close to whisper in her ear.&nbsp; Ranna caught the scent of her hair mixed with the scent of her skin and the energy from her body and it made her smile.&nbsp; She heard the words and realized she was right, but she truly needed Robert with the new group of recruits, so maiming him for his transgression like the last time wasn't a viable option.<br><br>"Oh don't worry..."&nbsp; She whispered back.&nbsp; "depending on who's doing the grab-assing we find interesting ways to punish"&nbsp; She winked to Cass before she turned to Ivan.&nbsp; "Don't worry Ivan.&nbsp; Your past transgressions mean little to us as long as you pull your weight.&nbsp; I have only one rule.&nbsp; Everyone fights and gives a hundred percent.&nbsp; If you can't follow that rule I'll kill you myself if Erich doesn't beat me to it."&nbsp; She took a long swig from her bottle of beer.&nbsp; "We've got a few spare mechs in the inventory.&nbsp; We'll see what suits you and what you can show some proficiency in and fit you in somewhere.&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna turned to the other red head that slipped into the bar and seemed to hang out in the back of the group.&nbsp; "You must be Elizabeth Blackwell.&nbsp; Normally we don't want our Mechwarriors showing up to work drunk, but I'll overlook it this time.&nbsp; Welcome to the Bones."&nbsp; Finally she turned to the rather striking man that had attempted to report in when Robert's act of stupidity diverted her attention from the work at hand.&nbsp; "Did you say Brooklyn DeGauss?&nbsp; You came highly recommended, but I"m curious why you keep jumping units.&nbsp; You're going to need to convince me you're worth investing time in.&nbsp; She winked that the man as she leaned back in the booth seat and relaxed surrounded by her unit.<br><br><em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 18:37:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/Walter_Veijer.jpg)</div>Walter barely even gave note as Ranna arrived next to him. He had produced a slip of paper listing all the new recruits and a pair of reading glasses while jack poured him a beer that wasn't volatile in any of the usual ways. Damned eye sight was going too. Not long ago he could fire a critical shot with a Gauss from ten miles away. Now he could barely distinguish a three from an eight without spectacles on. He often asked himself were Al and Erich got their genes from, seeing as they showed no sign of stopping yet. He scoffed as Ranna gave her report though and shot her a sideway glance. "If you gave it to Curtis we'll be here for years before it is done. Should have pushed it by Jenkins instead, his aide. That boy damned well knows how to delegate work to the appropriate people..." He was even starting to talk like an old man. Half the company would be like a geriatrics ward soon enough.<br><br>He gave the young Clanner a look as he arrived as well. So this was the runt the Judge had sent his way? Looked a little scrawny when compared to the other Clanners he had stood eye to eye with, and he had seen a few. The company itself housed a full lance equivalent of bonded Clanners and he had stared down a few dozen more over the years. While the Inner Sphere found it hard to integrate the few exiles and adventurers from the different Clans, the Ol' Bones had been among the first to do so, starting with Vanya Sterber and her kin back on the ice hellhole that was Werden. "You are up to a rocky start, Ivan. Better shine on that discipline. Gods know what Stanislav will do to you if you slip up around him..." Of course the commando group that Sterber had lead was an amalgamation of the different Clans and it took just a few years before things shifted. Among her MechWarriors were a Trueborn named Stanislav Chzorda. From Clan Smoke Jaguar of all things. A damned cruel man who often launched into battle howling through the Lance-comms to stir his comrades into a frenzy. He didn't sit well with Sterber's 'laxed Wolf ways' and after a mission were things had gone south Chzorda challenge her to a Trial of Position. He won rather easily, playing with Sterber before everyone in the company before defeating her. Following that the Clanners became Walter's main choice for breaking through particularly tough defensive points. That in turn meant that only Chzorda, Sterber and a young Clan Coyote exile remained of the Star at the moment. "We'll see if he takes you on."<br><br>Things just escalated from there. Walter had a hard time keeping up with everything. Unprofessional conduct from Robert, as usual, in front of the new kids even. Ranna being flirty with everything with two legs attached. Erich turning up to be the great big lump of grump that everyone had a rather complex love/hate relationship to. Newcomers coming in drunk or without any sort of respect for their new commander. Why had he left the Kungsarmé again? "ALRIGHT! Enough! Calm the heck down, like children in need of being logged!" He stood up, a rather impressive frown pulling most of his facial features towards the center in deep furrows and wrinkles. "I'll be seeing you two..." he pointed to Robert and the boozed up newcomer "...in my office tomorrow." He just about hissed the last words out through his clenched teeth before he took his stein of beer in one hand and pointed an accusing finger at the others gathered around. Silence fell over the hall. Some engineers came in through the door with a loud cheer from finally being done with their work, but became quiet in a hurry. "We are here to greet the newcomers, yeah?" He looked around at the new faces, before shifting to the veterans of the company. "But we are here for another reason as well, perhaps you all forgot? Ain't no damned party until we are done with that!" He pointed at the still untouched glass of brandy and the slowly burning cigar. "Today we remember those who have fallen. Warriors like little Mina from Astrokazy, who ran faster and were more agile than anyone has any right to in a Locust! Reckless Hiro from Shionoha, who could jump up and balance on a tight beam with his Spider and still have gall to crack a joke! People like Perkins, who did us nothing but good even though we gave him shit for it all the time. Even in death he gave us everything that we own now, the whole damned Company!" He picked up the brandy with his free hand and held it high. "People like Kilroy, Ol' Guts'n'Bones himself who founded us, who believed in us, the broken and discarded yet the strongest and meanest of them all! To the dead!" He threw the brandy glass in the floor and emptied his stein in one long gulp before he wiped the foam of his beard and gave a thunderous belch. "HAH! Now drink and love, for tomorrow we go to Valhall!" The hall erupted in cheers and everyone got busy with living their lives to its fullest. From now until dawn was the only night of the year when Walter closed his eyes and let everyone do as they damned well pleased!
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 20:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>As she was staying silent it was quite clear to her that these people where... odd.. ass grabbing, knives, threats... she always heard mercs where rough around the edge but damn. At least there is a few cute girls, and a few cute boys. And it seems the Captain was having the hots for this Cass girl, and judging by the grumpy old men they didn't have any issues with it. Ok good, so if she found herself in the bed of some cute girl they probably wouldnt toss her out over it.. or maybe the Captain got away with it by being the Captain. What is more interesting though is the Clanner.. a fucking Clanner!!! She almost feels as if her blood is boiling in her veins seeing such a murderer here, and expected to work alongside of him. After all her people suffered under these monsters, and they are the reason she enlisted in the first place.. and now.. she is expected to work alongside of them?! She isn't sure if the unsteady feeling in her head is her few braincells reeling under the implications or if it is the booze doing it.<br><br>It isn't shyness that keeps her from speaking up, rather she is interested to see how these people act among themselves while she pretends to be just another nobody. She always has found it interesting to watch people, figure out what makes them tick. <br><br>"You must be Elizabeth Blackwell.&nbsp; Normally we don't want our Mechwarriors showing up to work drunk, but I'll overlook it this time.&nbsp; Welcome to the Bones."<br><br>Wait what... did she just get reprimanded for showing up drunk... to a bar.. where the plan was to get drunk?! Yeah that makes total sense.. she is glad for the coloured lenses making it impossible for anyone to see her roll her eyes. Ok these people where either insane or had a hard on for reprimanding people.. but that didnt quite match with what she has seen so far. So.. clearly the good Captain has a thorn in her side about Elizabeth already. Must be something in her dossier, perhaps the fact that she never has been in combat? Hmm could be.. then again they are awfully friendly with the Clanner filth.. so perhaps it is her heritage. Regardless it is clear the Captain has some irrational dislike in her, one to avoid at all cost.. pitty.. she is good looking but then again she seems taken already.<br><br>before she can even speak the one she knows as Walter reprimands her.. again... What the fuck?! She hasn't opened her god damned mouth yet and already two superiors are obviously coming down on her for being drunk, and the next second they tell everyone to basically get drunk. What the hell is going on here?! These people have taken insanity and turned it into an artform.<br><br>"Ma'am, yes Ma'am and yes Sir." is all she will say before taking a seat as far away from them all and just nurses her coffee, resentment boiling inside of her as she takes out her rather wrinkled up contract to check the clauses on how to severe the contract. Clearly these people are fucking insane and she is sure she can get some boring guard job somewhere rather then muster in with these.. these.. a little tear forms in her eye and slowly rolls down her cheek. It just isn't fair, she just never can catch a break. She could go back to being a stripper, and why not. Pay isn't bad and people don't yell at her for being drunk at a drunken party.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 22:50:44</strong>
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				Erich looked over at the petite redhead that was nursing a cup of coffee, and, considering how Ranna and Walt had torn her down, the big man decided that he may as well talk to her quietly for a moment or two. Picking up his cigar and ashtray, he walked over to the table Liz was sitting at, and, without a word, sat down opposite her. Quietly, his voice rumbled like rocks tumbling down a slope, just loudly enough for Liz to hear every word. "Don't mind those two, they're just wound up tighter than a Draconis Noble on New Avalon."<br><br>Taking a slow drag on his cigar, he leaned back slightly, the chair underneath him creaking slightly due to the shifting of his weight. "Name's Erich. What most of the long-timers here won't tell you is that I'm probably responsible for sending them into, and then dragging them out of, some of the nastiest firefights you can think of that don't involve violations of the Ares Conventions. If you decide to stick around, you'll be stuck reporting to me when in the field, but I have one rule that overrides any other. As long as you come back alive, I'll tolerate just about any stupid shenanigans anyone gets up to when not on duty. I'll still yell and carry on like you're trying to steal my wallet, though."<br><br>He chuckled quietly, then waved over the barman, placing thirty C-bills on the table. "Jackson; do me a favour and make sure the young lady has a hot chocolate after her coffee. Make it one without the depth charge."<br><br>Getting up, the big man walked over to where Walt was getting his stein refilled. Leaning over just enough to retrieve his half-full bottle of Tiquimbi Dark, Erich growled a short comment to Walt. "Nice introduction; already got one person re-reading the contract to see if she should walk out because you and Ranna tore into her for showing up in a bar having tied one on already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 23:17:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>"Not like I completed my first Trial of Position yet." Ivan smiles a little lopsidedly at Cass. "I already note our command staff seems to be following Leo Showers' example in subordinate motivation... then again, I suppose it is a good thing to establish early who in the pack is the alpha, and who the omega. Takes the guesswork out of it."<br><br>He noticably tenses when steel is drawn, projecting sudden alertness, but relaxes again when the commander steps in. That /should/ be that, unless the other man... Robert?... wants to issue a challenge. And it's not even past the first evening - but he has nothing to do with that. As for Stanislav... he will likely be introduced soon enough, so for now, a "Yes Sir!" hopefully will suffice in response to the Commander.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 23:33:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div> <br><br><br><br><br>Ailis watches silently as the storm brews, blows through, and settles - she's a little more interested in the new recruits than in the discussion of who has what privileges. <em>Clanner, eh? That'll ruffle some fur - but he looks like he can take care of himself.</em> She scoops up her glass and moves closer in time to join in the toast. Backing off a bit, she leans over quietly to murmur - pitching her voice so Elizabeth can hear - "It'll get easier once ye've been around a bit - m' first days weren't much easier." Leaning casually against the table like she's perfectly used to being overlooked - little wonder, most of this lot make her look smaller than she really is - Ailis smiles reassuringly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 02:48:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>When the captain mentioned that he had changed units often, Brooklyn's expression didn't change except for subtle clenching of his jaw.<br><strong>"Sir. I-"</strong><br>Before he could answer, his eyes swiveled towards the older man at the bar counter.&nbsp; His eyes widened as he realized that he had managed to completely overlook the commander of the mercenary company, but it was already too late to do anything about it.&nbsp; Instead, he held his pose, listening to the old man's words, a small crooked smile forming from the commander's speech and antics.&nbsp; As far officer archetypes went, Brooklyn placed the old man into 'crotchety seasoned veteran'.&nbsp; Experienced, had a few quirks, probably complained about wanting to retire.&nbsp; Long in the tooth but could still kick ass.&nbsp; Though while Brooklyn was sizing the old man up, he wasn't going to do something so stupid as actually act on his assumptions.&nbsp; The problem with old men in the mercenary business is that they were tricky fucks.&nbsp; That's usually how they lived so long.&nbsp; So the old man would need to be sussed out further.<br><br>Just like the rest of this company.&nbsp; From a casual observation, he could already see there were a variety of attitudes at varying levels of ego's going on, and possibly a large culture gap with the clanner.&nbsp; Which was fine by him, Brooklyn could adapt.<br><br>Turning back to the captain, and seeing how relaxed she was, Brooklyn dropped the salute and instead held his hands behind his back, spacing his feet a shoulder width's apart in one smooth motion.<br><strong>"Sir.&nbsp; Yes I have transferred through a number of units in my term of service.&nbsp; I can't offer any commentary on that because anything I say would be biased.&nbsp; The recommendations themselves should be sufficient proof that I do possess a baseline set of skills that will make me a valuable addition to a mechwarrior company.&nbsp; Whether or not that makes me worth -your- time is something entirely different, sir,"</strong> Brooklyn answered crisply.&nbsp; <strong>"The only thing I require is that I be given a fair chance at proving myself and a fair assessment."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 04:00:36</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Coolant Leak Bar<br>Tagging: Brooklyn, Elizabeth, Ailis<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><hr><br><br>Ranna listened to Walt's introduction the same she listened to every introduction for the last four years.&nbsp; She remembered lost as did every person who rode fire, with a level of respect and remorse.&nbsp; But then you also had to understand the context.&nbsp; Some were lost because they were good but met someone better, some were lost because they got into a situation that took them deeper than they were prepared to get out of, and some were just stupid.&nbsp; Ranna couldn't speak for the actual situation of most of them, but she knew if she ever ended up on that list it was because someone bested her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Sir.&nbsp; Yes I have transferred through a number of units in my term of service.&nbsp; I can't offer any commentary on that because anything I say would be biased.&nbsp; The recommendations themselves should be sufficient proof that I do possess a baseline set of skills that will make me a valuable addition to a mechwarrior company.&nbsp; Whether or not that makes me worth -your- time is something entirely different, sir...the only thing I require is that I be given a fair chance at proving myself and a fair assessment.</em><br><br>Her eye wandered around the room looking over the bunch.&nbsp; There were a few veterans of the unit who hadn't come tonight, but that was normal.&nbsp; But the new recruits would be a fun change of pace.&nbsp; It'd been a while since they had new blood to break.&nbsp; She listened to Brooklyn's comments.&nbsp; From what she could tell talking to her contacts on the planet he was a gun for hire, nothing less.&nbsp; Her kind of people she thought to herself, a crooked devious smile creeping over her face.&nbsp; She watched as Erich moved to talk to the other new girl.&nbsp; She knew very little of the girls background aside from her mech and her personality, a side of her that would either fit very well with Ranna or rub her the wrong way.&nbsp; <em>Yet to be determined</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself.&nbsp; "First of all Brooklyn....Can I call you Brook or something.&nbsp; That just sounds weird."&nbsp; She smiled as she took a last nip at her beer.&nbsp; "Please lighten up.&nbsp; I think it's been pretty apparent we aren't much on order and discipline here.&nbsp; This isn't the Academy or the Free Worlds Military.&nbsp; I'm Captain Krannok or Ranna, I prefer you call me Ranna unless I'm beating your ass in training.&nbsp; Second, I think you probably realized the first part of my comment to you was that you come Highly recommended.&nbsp; That being said."&nbsp; Standing from her spot and walking up close the the at-ease mechwarrior. "You've probably figured out that actions speak louder than words with me.&nbsp; I always give everyone a chance, why do you think we hired you.&nbsp; She gave Brooklyn a wink and a bit of her smile as she walked by.&nbsp; Stopping at the bar to grab another beer, she moved over to the spot Erich just vacated beside Elizabeth.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think we got off on the wrong foot.&nbsp; She sate in the seat next to Elizabeth, sharing the view of everyone enjoying themselves in the bar.&nbsp; "As I'm sure Ailis there can tell you, I can come off pretty intense at times.&nbsp; But I'm fair and usually friendly.&nbsp; I don't want you to think I was dressing you down, we're meeting in a bar after all.&nbsp; It just sets a bad impression if you show up for your first day drunk and reeking of smoke.&nbsp; But like I said I'll over look it this time.'&nbsp; She sat in silence for a moment letting her comments sink in.&nbsp; "So tell me something about you that's not in your record.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 05:14:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass spared a small, playful laugh at Ranna’s comment, loving the implication in her words. “Well, I’m sure you know what you’re doing.” She simply finished, winking at the other mercenary. “After all, you probably didn’t get to be a captain on the back of your stunning good looks. Though...” She smirked a little. “Let us know what you had in mind sometime.”<br><br>Taking a drink, she turned back to listen to Walter speak, curios as to what the commander had to say. Like Ranna, Cass had met him only briefly during recruitment and didn’t really have much of an impression of him. So there was more then a little curiosity as to what was on his mind. He didn’t disappoint either. His speech and dedication to the dead was not one of mourning but of a celebration of their lives and their achievements. That made Cass smile, seeing the depth of the emotion behind his words.<br><br>“I really don’t know much about Leo Showers, only that he was a Jaguar and he’s dead.” Cass spoke, nodding to Ivan. “But I’m guessing you’re not being complimentary. Regardless, Ivan, I think there’s gonna be a spot for you, one way or another”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>29-11-2013, 07:19:03</strong>
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				When Ranna said <em>"I think it's been pretty apparent we aren't much on order and discipline here."</em> Lei almost cracked a smile. If anyone had been paying attention to her, they might have seen it in her eyes, like her face was contemplating what a smile would be like. It wasn't that the young woman never smiled, it was just that little ever effected her enough to crack her composure, even when she found something as delightfully droll as Ranna's words just now. To someone raised in the ascetic style of a Liao Warrior House, like a mechwarrior monk, undisciplined was the understatement of the year to what Lei had just witnessed.<br><br>Of course, it also wasn't much of a surprise no one had really noticed her or paid Lei any mind. She was there as she had been almost every moment since she 'joined' the Ol' Bones a few months ago, like Erich's other, (much) smaller shadow. Lei stood a little further down the bar, where she nursed a beer, and just watched quietly. She suspected that many people in the unit thought she disapproved of them, perhaps was even disgusted by them, but Lei mostly just found the mercenaries endlessly fascinating. Of course, she'd learned all about them, mercenaries in general, but that was so she could be prepared for the possibility of infiltrating a mercenary unit, and the reality was always so much <em>more</em> than what was taught in the classroom.<br><br>Lei always kept a careful eye on things in these public settings. Outreach was pretty safe, but no mercenary unit survived without making enemies, and Lei suspected the Ol' Bones welcoming of Clanners might still be found offensive to some. Erich wasn't in much need of protection, in or out of his mech, Lei was well aware. As big, strong and experienced as he was, Erich was still one man, one man like any other without eyes in the back of his head, so Lei watched his back for him. The debt she owed him wasn't one that could ever truly be repaid, but she was honour bound to try and keep trying. It had also become apparent to Lei that despite all the training drilled into her through a lifetime of Warrior House discipline, she could still learn a lot from Erich, and from the other experienced mechwarriors of the unit.<br><br>Lei raised her drink and cheered with the rest of them at Walter's toast to the fallen. This was one thing Lei was not fascinated by, this honouring of those killed in battle especially; it was only right, as it was the most honourable death. In the value they placed on this, no matter the rest of the differences between them, Lei had found a certain kinship with these "undisciplined" mercenaries.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 00:20:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>Coffee, how is it that the never ending cycle of booze and then coffee always manages to keep her on an even keel? Now the hot bitter liquid is a welcome distraction from what is going on around her, almost as if it creates a little barrier that muffles the sounds. Or maybe she is just more drunk then she thought.. that is a possibility as well. Her thoughts are interrupted as the old mountain of a man parks himself next to her, she listens in silence as he introduces himself and then orders a cup of hot chocolate for her.<br><br>"Yes, Sir, I will keep that in mind and thank you Sir."she gives him a genuine smile as he gets up and heads over to his fellow officers, she grins at the bartender as he checks on her coffee with a disapproving look. "Why don't I get you a proper coffee miss, rather then that swill." She decides to not say anything as at that time the Captain comes over and Elizabeth surges up to salute and manages to make it look snappy too.<br><br>"Ma'am, wont happen again Ma'am." She sits back down again when it is clear the Captain wants to talk for some reason, something not on her record.. hmm.. that is a tricky one. "it should all be there Ma'am, my top marks in piloting and my rather substandard marks in marksmanship. But being in a Tarantula the guns are very secondary as you know Captain, never seen battle but that is in there too. I really don't know what to add Ma'am, was there anything in particular that you wished to know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 01:23:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>"Got it in one, the man was a Jag." Ivan responds, as if that explained everything. "Although to be fair to him, I imagine herding a Clan-ful of cats is markedly different from keeping a pack of wolves pointed in the same direction. And from that perspective..." He shrugs a little. "I suppose they know better than me which is the appropriate approach. That having been said, I do not recognize anyone being toasted. This Cluster's fallen?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 03:29:59</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Coolant Leak Bar<br>Tagging: Brooklyn, Elizabeth, Ailis<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><hr><br><em>"Ma'am, wont happen again Ma'am.&nbsp; t should all be there Ma'am, my top marks in piloting and my rather substandard marks in marksmanship. But being in a Tarantula the guns are very secondary as you know Captain, never seen battle but that is in there too. I really don't know what to add Ma'am, was there anything in particular that you wished to know?"</em><br><br>Ranna let a curl of humor twist the edges of her mouth when Elizabeth jumps up to salute her.&nbsp; The hard military responses to her seem a bit of a contradiction to the drunk woman that came through the door a few minutes earlier.&nbsp; "Relax Elizabeth.&nbsp; Please, call me Ranna unless we're in the middle of a training cycle."&nbsp; Ranna considered the woman's comment regarding her record.&nbsp; She hadn't had any say in the recruitment other than looking over her record.&nbsp; The addition of Brooklyn and Cass had been an anomaly, having been friends with the people who recommended and contracted them.&nbsp; "I mean tell me something about who you are.&nbsp; Likes, dislikes, what do you like to do besides party till all hours of the morning.&nbsp; She could see this one was going to be interesting.&nbsp; This whole crew was going to be interesting.&nbsp; Four new pilots without much combat experience.&nbsp; Ranna really hoped Walt didn't have new jobs lined up yet, she was going to need some time to train. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 08:53:39</strong>
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				Robert watched on as Walter spoke about the fallen. He only knew perkins but the he still honoured the others. Robert toasted with a glass of beer and repeated Walter, "To the dead." As many drinks rose into the air, Robert moved away from the crowd to a table in the back room. Instead of a beer in his hand, he held a harmonica. The last thing his father gave him before he died. With the roar of the bar and the sound of drunks getting into trouble, a few people could hear the sad tunes Robert played. Only a few people knew in Ol'bones that the tradition on Oceana was to play a melody to ease the spirits of the dead. This helped the mourning of people easier to get past. After the few songs played on the harmonica, Robert Got up and joined the others in the bar. <br><br>Robert looked around as he returned from the back. Ranna was over talking to the redhead named Elizabeth. He went over to them carrying their drinks they ordered. As he approached, he waited to open his mouth to say, "Ranna, I hope your still not mad at me. If so I will leave you to alone." Robert stood next to Ranna until she answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 10:47:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>Ranna eh, ok so perhaps the redhead isn't a total fire spewing demon. Well perhaps things are looking up for once, if nothing else she can sneak a few glimpses at the Captains chest. Perhaps it was just a wrong first impression, yes.. it makes better sense now. Problem with slowly sobering up it always makes her emotional, normally she handles it by drinking more but that would probably be a bad idea right now. But something that isn't in her record that would be of interest for the Captain?<br><br>"Well, I signed up due to the Clan Invasion and wanted to get revenge on them for what they did to us. But the war ended as I finished training, but don't worry Ma'am I will work with the Clanner." Yeah ok.. so a slight lie, the hatred is clear in her voice and she doesn't look at him. I pilot a Tarantula, so I am well aware of my low expectancy. So when off duty yes I will party, sleep around and enjoy life. There really isn't all that much about me, tell me to go scout something and I will but dont expect me to stick around when people start shooting at me."<br><br>She notes that mr assgrab returns and she shuts up and lets him speak, nursing her coffee while trying to remember all the times. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 18:50:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>"Sir, yes, sir.&nbsp; I will try to lighten up sir," Brooklyn said, his face revealing no emotion at all as he snapped Ranna a salute.&nbsp; The salute wasn't as crisp as the first one though, held at a more jaunty angle, and he was leaning slightly on one foot instead of putting weight equally on both.&nbsp; And then there was a wink of his own to match hers.<br>"Brook will be fine.&nbsp; Or Gauss.&nbsp; Never Guss though, otherwise we'll see who's ass gets beat in training.&nbsp; Sir."<br>As she walked past him, Brooklyn's eyes flickered down for a moment.&nbsp; Not a surprise why the lieutenant felt tempted to grab her ass.&nbsp; Brooklyn flickered his eyes elsewhere.&nbsp; Safer that way to avoid attention, especially since that wasn't the kind of 'lightening up' the captain was asking for.&nbsp; As he looked around the bar, something else caught his eye.<br><br>Letting the rest of the mercenary company talk amongst themselves, he made his way to the counter top and took a seat close to the end.&nbsp; Taking out a few bills, he passed it towards the bartender.<br>Without much of a change in expression, he pointed at the asian looking woman standing a little further down, "Pint of whatever she's having."<br>He didn't even glance in her direction as he waited for his beer, instead spending the time lightly tapping his foot on the floor.&nbsp; When his beer arrived, he took a sip, and then followed it with a deeper drink.<br>"Not a bad choice," Brooklyn commented, finally looking towards the woman as he raised his glass towards her. "It looked like you were keeping an eye on everyone the entire time, and I thought I spotted you raising your glass in toast at the same time.&nbsp; I'd buy you another round but you seem to be taking your time with that one.&nbsp; Not that I blame you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 21:15:42</strong>
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				Ailis Ciarach<br>Tagged: Ranna, Elizabeth, open<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div><br>"Wish that trick worked when I need it to." Ailis shakes her head. "Recon, ye said? Suddenly I'm hopin' that it's just fright and booze that have ye overlookin' people talkin' to ye, lass." She says, with a slight, sharp smile, straightening only enough to sidestep someone passing her by, without the slightest hint that she might be offended. "Unless I forgot t' turn off the invisibility field again, in which case ye're off th' hook. This time." &nbsp;She takes a sip from her glass, green eyes glinting for a moment as she turns her head to watch the others for a moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 22:56:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>Her cheeks turn a bright red and she fakes a shocked look, "No you are not invisible, I merely thought such an angel must have been a figment of the beer. For surely someone as lovely as you can't be real.Hmm I am not making a good impression today am I? Can I blame it on being nervous at meeting my superiors and being fresh out of the academy?" She bats her eyelashes in an exaggerated way, not that the other redhead isn't lovely far from it. Come to think of it, she almost feels sorry for the men with so many redheads around.<br><br>"And you know, the world isn't the same when not viewed through the instruments with heart pounding and palms all sweaty." She takes another long drink from the coffee wishing it would sober her up a little faster so she might actually make a good impression with these people.<br><br>"But I do beg your forgiveness, overwhelmed is the word of the day for me I think. I honestly never thought someone would give me a break, not with my track record on the target range. Sure, Ill outrun almost everyone but it seems that people expect a Tarantula to actually stand up to an Atlas in a firefight as well." She shrugs and looks genuinely sorry she overlooked the lovely redhead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 09:02:27</strong>
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				Ailis Ciarach<br>Tagged: Ranna, Elizabeth, open<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis grins at that, listening with the air of someone both amused and - perhaps - a bit impressed. "After that reception, I'd be expectin' ye t' have trouble speakin' t' anyone fer fear of a second helpin'. Ye recover pretty quick, I'll give ye that." <br><br>She shifts, offering a slender, calloused hand - whatever she spents her time on, it's probably not knitting. "I'd be Ailis - er. Make that Lieutenant Ailis Ciarach, recon. Ye can be forgettin' the officer part while we're off duty; I generally do." She straightens to attention for a second, then relaxes again. "Suspect we'll be seeing a bit of each other in th' future, sure as not."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 13:42:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> While the spectacle with Elizabeth had been amusing, Cass could see where the officers were coming from. <em>God alone knows, it’s not like I’m the most straight-laced shooter either</em>, she smirked to herself as she sipped her drink. <em>One look at my arms should say that much. Or if anyone ever finds those old photos of me...</em> That bought a smile to her lips as she finished her drink. Between the grab-assing, the attempted knifing, the near temper tantrum and the Clanner, tonight had been an interesting one. <em>Yeah, life here is definitely not going to be dull at all. Going to have a lot to say in the next letter.</em><br><br>She turned to Ailis (<em>What’s with all the redheads anyway?</em>) and gave the lieutenant a small nod. “Cass Tenclay. I’m not sure of what my assignment is as yet, but I’m guessing it’s not recon. Things would be pretty screwed up if it was.” That warranted another small laugh. “Seriously, though, it’s good to meet you and the others I’ll be fighting alongside. Recon’s a vital part of the job, and I gotta admit, you guys are often the bravest on the battlefield.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 16:21:44</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Coolant Leak Bar<br>Tagging: Brooklyn, Elizabeth, Ailis<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><hr><br>"Recon can be a valuable asset but it can also be a liability if the right people aren't in the fight.&nbsp; She was starting to feel the group coming together which was good, but it was going to take more than a few drinks and some sharing of stories, it was going to take trial by fire.&nbsp; "We started out with a pretty mixed bag for a unit and had some mechwarriors who ran Recon mechs like they were fast attack assault mechs.&nbsp; Needless to say they didn't last long.&nbsp; The one thing they don't teach you in the academies is that sometimes in a Merc unit you don't have a full regiment of mechs to balance out your unit.&nbsp; You've gotta put people and equipment in places they might not feel comfortable.&nbsp; She looked up at Robert for a moment, considering some of those warriors who have since passed on.&nbsp; "It's my job to make sure you all are in the right place.&nbsp; From what I've seen so far, we've got a good mix, but you never know how people will respond in combat.<br><br>Standing, Ranna took a final drink from her bottle as she stood in front of Robert.&nbsp; "I was never mad at you Robert.&nbsp; If I was you'd be in an ambulance headed for the medical center, you should know this by now.&nbsp; Just like you should already know to keep your hands to yourself.&nbsp; She placed her bottle on the bar.&nbsp; "I'll see all of the new hires on the mechbay at 0600 tomorrow morning.&nbsp; Be ready to work.&nbsp; Robert make sure you book the simulator at Artos tomorrow.&nbsp; We're going to need a few hours."&nbsp; Taking her leave, Ranna patted Walt and Erich on the shoulder as she headed for the door.&nbsp; "Don't stay up too late partying with the kids old men.<br><br>Leaving the bar just as the sun was heading for the Horizon, Ranna jumped on her bike.&nbsp; The ride was short but wound its way slowly up the side of the ridge until she found her spot.&nbsp; A singular tree on a ledge looking out out over Lake Kearny and Harlech just enough to see Outreach's sun sink below the horizon.&nbsp; <em>It's going to be a long year.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 18:20:06</strong>
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				Tag: Brooklyn, (Erich)<br><br>"I am better at pretending to drink than I am at actually drinking." Lei replied to Brooklyn, her speech carrying a faint, unusual accent. Her demeanor was not unfriendly, though her expression remained stony and observant as she continued, "I have not been with the unit for long myself. If you are used to rigid discipline, self or otherwise, as I am, you will most likely find them almost frighteningly lax at times, but not on the battlefield. You would do well to remember this."<br><br>Lei was dressed casually, low heeled boots and combat pants, not the baggy cargo kind, but the trimmer, reinforced kind, with a plain black long sleeved shirt and an open CCAF military style jacket. The jacket had several patches sewn on, the Warrior House Fujita and Capellan Confederation, infantry marksman and survival training patches, a patch with the distinctive silhouette of a <em>Warhammer</em> battlemech, and many others. Obvious in it's newness was the Ol' Bones logo, and it was apparent that while no patches had been removed, some had been shuffled to afford the new unit patch its place of prominence.<br><br>She was also armed, with a slugthrower in a tactical holster on her right thigh, and those who already knew her could be fairly certain Lei had a very long knife, almost a short sword, between her shoulder blades, where she could draw it with either hand. Lei patted her sidearm, her dark eyes sparing Brooklyn a glance, "I'm Lee; I watch over them, for Erich's sake."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 04:41:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>"Pleased to meet you Ailis, and I do hope we will. May I ask what kind of mech you pilot?" The type of mech tends to say a lot about the person she has found, after all her own Tarantula matched her own mentality very well. She looks over to the other redhead Cass and chuckles softly at the comment about recon. "Nothing brave about recon I think, we hide and run like headless chickens. Those of you standing out in the open trading fire with the enemy are the brave ones. Nice to meet you too Cass, I am Elizabeth."<br><br>She grins at the bartender as he slides over a fresh mug of coffee with lots of foam on it and a slight cinnamon smell, she takes a little sip and grins. "hmm tasty... oh.. I guess I should get my mech into the dropship eh?" It has been a little while since she piloted her lovely mech, while the parties here on Outreach have been fun she is itching to pilot her mech in a serious situation. She really hopes she won't choke up under the pressure, she has no illusions that fighting under real conditions is nothing at all like training simulations.<br><br>"Would you think less of me if I admit I am a bit scared? I mean I never been in combat and I hope I wont freeze up." She looks down hoping they wont laugh at her for that little admission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 05:59:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br>Tagged: Ranna, Elizabeth, Cass, open<br><br>She nods at Cass, considering the other redhead with a slight, sly grin not helped in the least by the way she has to look up at her. "Startin' to think the boss is collecting gingers - he keeps this up, Ranna might have somethin' on changin' our name." <em>Or just rolls the whole lot of us into one lance...</em> the thought makes Ailis snort quietly into her glass, amused still as she listens to Elizabeth.<br><br>"Ach. My <em>Grisel</em> is a Wolfhound. A bit th' worse for wear, despite m' best efforts to avoid being shot at." Ailis nods slightly. "Th' way I figure it, my job isn't primarily breaking things - it's getting the useful intel back t' the rest of ye so ye can be breakin' things more effectively." She gestures with her free hand, giving the suggestion of a predator sneaking around behind an unsuspecting herd of food. "Hard t' do that if I'm being shot at - that means I did somethin' wrong." &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 08:33:30</strong>
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				Gregory<br>Tagged: none currently<br><br>Gregory arrived with the ground crew, having apparently been the only newbie to load his mech before heading to the party.&nbsp; Though he joined in the toast, this was not a scene he was used to.&nbsp; <em>Wow, corporate would've had me out on my ass for half of whats going on here.&nbsp; So glad to be moving on.</em>&nbsp; All the same, some habits die hard, and 0600 will come way too early for some of these.&nbsp; With this in mind, he starts to turn, then realizes something.&nbsp; <em>There are a lot of redheads in this outfit, nice.&nbsp; Wait, did she say a tarantula?&nbsp; That is a sweet little ride.</em>&nbsp; Instead of leaving, he gets a new beer and wanders closer to the conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 21:58:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Ivan blinks hard at the announcement Elizabeth has never been in combat. What does she mean, surely, she must have... wait. "Live-fire exercises are not customary here, quiaff?" From the sound, he finds the idea hard to believe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 02:00:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Looking at the assembled recruits, and the little show he had witnesses earlier with the lieutenant and captain, he felt that he could understand just a little bit of her perspective.&nbsp; Strict discipline had started at the Academy, as anyone who couldn't measure up to the high standards set in place would never make it into the mech warrior program.&nbsp; Even admittance wasn't a license to relax, as the courses themselves were grueling and demanded much from the students.&nbsp; From there, the transition from graduate to soldier was the most natural thing and relatively smooth.&nbsp; Already he had the necessary discipline and will to bear under the pressure.&nbsp; Or perhaps not, since he had left in the end, though not from inability to handle his duties.<br><strong>"Yes, I think I can understand."</strong><br><br><strong>"Brooklyn, Brooklyn DeGauss,"</strong> he said after draining his pint down and standing up to face Lee.&nbsp; <strong>"Though the captain seems to find my name odd.&nbsp; Brook is more to her taste, so if you don't like my name, Brook is just as good."</strong><br>He looked down at the piece at her side, nodding in some approval.<br><strong>"I feel safer already.&nbsp; I do some shooting as well, though I prefer rifles to pistols myself.&nbsp; Long range combat makes more sense to me than closer engagements when using firearms.&nbsp; What model?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 03:44:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>"Wolfhound eh? I expect you and me will be the tiny little runners then, what else is people piloting? Would be good to have an idea you know." At that moment the clanner spoke up and she pauses for a few seconds to try and maintain a pleasant face, to have the enemy so close and yet so far away. It sure makes her all but grind her teeth in frustration.<br><br>"No, live fire exercises are not done. We value life and it is too dangerous to use in training, at least where I come from."<br><br>She looks down at her coffee and lets out a little sigh, "I better not try and drink more caffeine if I am to be able to get up for the training tomorrow morning, and I still need to pilot my little girl over to the dropship as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 06:10:16</strong>
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				A few hours into the binge Walter stood up from his place at the bar, paperwork still spread around him and banged his stein three times to get everyone's attention. With a voice like his the banging was unecessary though, anyone would have listened even if he whispered it.<br><br>"Alright all bones! It's 11 pm. Six hours until Captain Krannok will be busting your asses out of bed and straight into training. Morning call is 0500, and so much as one of you showing up drunk or half asleep will get to deal with me, or gods help you, Erich." He turned towards Jack who had just stealthily filled Walter's stein before. "Bar's closed for all Bones from now on, Jack!"<br><br>He took a sip from his large beer and sat down again, gathering up his papers. He still had a few errands to run in the morning, not the least picking up bids on missions for the next contract. But those were best plucked just past noon, so for his part, he could sleep in a few hours of the morning. Then again, he would have to stay up way into the night to finish it all up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 06:45:25</strong>
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				Erich, for his part, had not drunk much during the 'binge'; instead, he had savoured a total of two beers, then chose to simply have a tall glass of ice water to last him the remaining time in the bar; he hadn't had cause to talk much, instead letting his ears do the work of studying the interactions between the newcomers. Privately, he noted the general attitude of distaste aimed towards the apparent Clan apprentice that had been hired on, and was, to a point, silently amused by Brooklyn's attempts to converse with Lei, having found that the petite Capellan was rather difficult when it came to squeezing more than four-word sentences out of. Still, the social lubrication was, to the old warrior's mind at least, a good thing, and something the company sorely needed in order to maintain and improve cohesion.<br><br>Pulled from his thoughts when Walt rapped on his mug, Erich raised an eyebrow at Walt's announcement, then grinned like a Bear sizing up a particularly juicy salmon. "Careful what you wish for, Walt. I might be inclined to put you through your paces so the newbies can show you up as well." Standing up slowly, he placed his empty waterglass next to Walt's stein, the look he directed to Jack silently informing the bartender that he was going to get a refill on his water before he left.<br><br>After a moment's consideration, he simply placed his hand over the Stein's lid, and spoke, just loudly enough for Walt to hear. "Set an example, Walt. What's ordered for the company is ordered for you, too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 08:48:27</strong>
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				Gregory chimes in: <strong>"I have a Bushwacker, though I'm not really sure where it will fit in."</strong>&nbsp; Looking over at Ivan he adds <strong>"Generally we consider both 'mechs and pilots to be too valuable for live combat exercises.&nbsp; There are alternatives; simulators and the like.&nbsp; But it isn't the same.&nbsp; I've logged thousands of 'combat' hours helping sell mechs, but none has been live fire."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>After Walt's announcement, he finishes his beer, which he has been very slowly nursing, and stands:&nbsp; <strong>"Anybody want to split a cab?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 13:47:05</strong>
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				Robert turned to Ranna as she mentioned the simulator at Artos. Its been along time since he had been there. Infact it was no less than a hour before Robert meet the Ol'Bones at the coolant leek for the first time. That was one large barfight and Jack still gives him problems about it. Robert says, "Ranna, I already thought ahead and booked it for the entire day. I also got the control chairs so me and you can basically pilot the holograms from the bunker, just to test them even more."<br>With a smile, Robert put his hand on Ranna's shoulder as he eased down to whisper in her ear, "I know you could have hurt me but I didn't want to keep any bad feelings between trainers before the greenhorns are put through their paces. Heck I will give you my famous massage after the training is over. That is if your up to it." Robert gave a grin knowing that most of the company knows that Robert is a export masseuse. Enough so that he has been know for making a female crew worker have a orgasm without touching her breast or anywhere below the belt. Robert stood up straight to listen to Walter before heading for the door. He jumped up into his truck and began the drive back to the dropship where a bed was waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 19:56:20</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Bastion/Harlech Starport<br>0600 hrs March 6th<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>The cool morning breeze that flowed through the hangar deck blew an errant strand of hair across Ranna's pensive face as she sat on the shoulder of Harlequin watching the activity on the deck below.&nbsp; The crews ran through their usual daily checks and maintenance procedures regardless if the Bastion was in space or on the ground.&nbsp; Certain things needed to be done, thing Ranna would never understand and generally didn't care about.&nbsp; She knew they made things work, and that was good enough for her.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked over her training plan for the day as she lightly nibbled on a plate of cheese, bread and sliced meats.&nbsp; She made it a point of buying local food whenever they landed in Harlech, after months in transit inside the oversized egg, it was nice to get away from the galley once in a while.&nbsp; The training plan was going to be interesting.&nbsp; The newbies Walt and her had hired had little to no combat experience.&nbsp; They had a mixed bag of skills and weights that made pulling them together into a cohesive fighting unit difficult at best.&nbsp; She didn't even take into account the Clan delinquent.&nbsp; He was going to be a hard nut to crack just from the team cohesion point of view, not to mention he didn't have a mech.&nbsp; Being a Wolf he would prefer ranged combat, but the company had enough range with very few up close fighters.&nbsp; Ranna scribbled quietly on the pad, adjusting mech profiles and objectives.&nbsp; She needed to take into account the mechs they had available and how they could augment the unit.&nbsp; Checking her watch, she realized it was time for the unit to show up for training.&nbsp; She hoped some of the veteran warriors would join them so they could train against live opponents and not computer algorithms.&nbsp; <br><br>Slipping the last pieces of cheese, meat and bread into her mouth, she tossed the plate in through the hatch leading to Harlequin's cockpit before grabbing her heavily worn leather jacket and locking the hatch.&nbsp; Very nimbly, Ranna climbed down Harlequin's torso and leg, dropping the last few feet to the hard metal deck.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 21:23:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190867.msg9276940#msg9276940">Quote from: Wheresmycow on 03-12-2013, 02:00:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"I feel safer already.&nbsp; I do some shooting as well, though I prefer rifles to pistols myself.&nbsp; Long range combat makes more sense to me than closer engagements when using firearms.&nbsp; What model?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"At what range would you expect to find yourself fighting in a bar?" Lei kept her face neutral, "I prefer whatever weapons would be most useful given the circumstances or mission."<br><br>This was apparently the end of the conversation as far as Lei was concerned, as she turned her attention back to watching the crowd. For the remainder of the evening she was polite, if curt, when addressed, and continued to nurse her way through a couple more pints until Walter called a halt to the evenings activities. Lei waited for the exchange between Walt and Erich to conclude, when she would leave with Erich.<br><br>Lei would be all set and in her <em>Warhammer</em> right on time the next morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 13:32:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass was not normally a morning person. Given the option, unless something remarkable was going on, she’d like to lie in bed and sleep in rather then be up at the crack of dawn. However, this was one of those special occasions, and being dragged out of bed on the first day of training with the team would not make for a good first impression. <em>That’d make a great letter home to mum. Got booted out of the unit on the first day for not showing up to training.</em><br><br>As such, she’d known when to call it a night at the Coolant Leak, and when to be up and ready to go the next morning. And so, as such, she was out of bed at 0545, quickly dressing and wolfing down a breakfast bar and as warm a cup of coffee as she could manage at the hour, trying to make herself look and seem ready to go or, at the very least, not completely wasted. <em>Good thing I didn’t overdo it last night,</em> she considered. <em>I bet that there’s going to be a couple of people who wished they hadn’t either.</em><br><br>For some reason, the thought of Elizabeth either turning up completely wasted or not at all made her smirk. However, Cass kept it to herself as she entered the bay, instead trying to maintain as professional a demeanour as she could under the circumstances. Seeing Ranna there helped underscore that point; as friendly as she’d seemed last night, now they both were on the clock.<br><br>“Captain.” Cass began with a neat salute. “What do you have in store for us today?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 19:15:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: The Coolant Leak.<br><br>"Leaving the philosophical question aside: What is more valuable to society - an untrained stripling freezing up the first time a live weapon is discharged in his general direction, or a full trinary of qualified warriors being wiped out in the field because said stripling never experienced live fire until being deployed?" Ivan grumbled. Value life too much, indeed. "Ah, Commander, this brings up a point. Where /am/ I to report for berthing, and how do I get there? My escorts dropped me off here with no more word than to report to you."<br><br>Location: Bastion / Galley<br><br>WIth training scheduled for six in the morning, Ivan was out of bed half an hour before that to check on the local coffee and breakfast facilities. Training to him meant a grueling day, so he prepared for it with a bowl of granola for immediate energy, and a substantial sandwich to keep him for however long Ranna was planning to run them. He was careful to be on time, at the appointed location and saluted the officer. "Morning, Ma'am." He greeted the Captain. "Good morning, Cass. Time to see how this pack trains?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 21:41:28</strong>
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				Location:&nbsp; Mech Bay<br><br>Having woken with the 0500 morning call, Gregory was fed, caffeinated, and ready to go.&nbsp; As others start arriving, he is in the middle of pre-operation checks, ensuring his Bushwacker is ready for a hard days training.&nbsp; Coming from a job in TharHes' sales both he and his clothing are clean and un-rumpled.&nbsp; Seeing that others have arrived, including the captain he hadn't noticed in her cockpit earlier, he climbs down and moves to stand with the other mechwarriors.&nbsp; Following Cass' lead he offers a crisp salute.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 23:11:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br>Tagged: Ivan, Whoever's Left.<br>Location: Coolant Leak Bar.<br><br>Ailis looks around, then finishes her drink and puts the glass upside down on the bar. "I can give ye th' tour, lad. As fer worth - Like most things, it'n nae so simple. Lack of resources ain' just referrin' t' 'Mechs an' ammunition - it also means /men/." She shrugs. "Somethin' of a finite resource, when we can't turn 'em out on an assembly line, or so." Or however the hell they do it - Ailis' expression is hard to read. <br><br>"Alright, lads and lassies - homeward bound. Sleep! An' then we see what ye be made of." Her low chuckle is only somewhat predatory. <br><br>Location: Bastion, Mechbay.<br>Up bright, shiny and (proverbially) bushy-tailed, Ailis has spent her time waiting for the rest at least somewhat productively; rooting around in <em>Grisel</em>'s innards running down a bug. She extracts herself with time to spare and meets Ranna with a nod. "Cap'n. Hard mode, or Nightmare?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 00:30:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>She doesn't stay much longer at the Coolant Leak, specially with the clanner around any thoughts of partying has gone out the window. So she bids her farewells and heads back outside to shiver in the cooler air, "well it will clear my poor head at least." she chuckles to herself as she hails a cab to go pick up her Tarantula. Her beloved girl being safely stowed away in a warehouse where she managed to get a very cheap discount on the fees by flirting outrageously with the foreman.<br><br>"Hey Luke, Im taking my baby so you wont have to have her clutter up your place." She gives him a smouldering look over the rims of her glasses as she unlocks the chains and hauls them off, her little Tarantula is almost hidden between an Atlas and a Griffin.<br><br>"Just be careful out there, a lot of people will want to just use you up and spit you out." The old man grins at her as her behind wags back and fourth as she climbs up the ladder, he would never tell her but her old man never did fully abandon her and had made provisions to have his children cared for. He just hopes that one day Elizabeth will find the hidden recording that is her fathers last will and testament.<br><br>"I will, promise. I will run my little legs off and be like the wind." She waves at him and vanishes inside the tiny mech to power up the engine and then scuttle off with the characteristic odd movements off a four legged mech. "You and me girl, don't worry.. I wont let anything happen to you!" She pats the console gently while weaving through the heavy traffic, seems like this place never calms down. Mechs moving to the ships to get ready to hurtle up into space and off to some distant warzone, and then the battlescared ones limping home for repairs. She hopes she will never see her beloved mech that banged up, truth to be told it probably never will. Any damage that can damage it is likely to just total it completely after all.<br><br><hr><br>*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*<br><br>"yes.. Im awake .. I am awake!" She pokes her head up from underneath the covers and gives the alarm a murderous glare before shutting it off, slowly she rolls out of the bed and slips her comfortable well worn jumpsuit on and heads down to the mess to grab some food that she devours on her way to the bay looking much to cheerful for someone that has been drinking a lot the day before. But a lifetime of heavy partying has given her the ability to shrug off the ill effects with ease, and she did stop drinking even before she showed up at the Coolant Leak after all.<br><br>"Private Elizabeth Blackwell reporting." She snaps a salute and then crosses her hands behind her back and stands to attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 01:43:39</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Dropship Redoubt/Harlech Starport<br>0600 hrs March 6th<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><em>“Captain.” Cass began with a neat salute. “What do you have in store for us today?”</em><br><br>Ranna smiles, happy that the most interesting of the new blood is the first to grace the Hangardeck.&nbsp; "Morning Cass. Returning the salute with a lazy disregard for the custom.&nbsp; "First, no saluting.&nbsp; Never did quite get the point behind it.&nbsp; Otherwise, I'm gonna see if I can wring water from stone.&nbsp; Throw the lot of you in a combat simulator and see if we can make something of this rabble.&nbsp; Her response comes with a friendly smile, which quickly disappears as others begin to show up.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Morning, Ma'am.&nbsp; Good morning, Cass. Time to see how this pack trains?"</em><br><br><em>"Cap'n. Hard mode, or Nightmare?" </em><br><br><em>"Private Elizabeth Blackwell reporting." </em><br><br>Ranna looked at Ailis with a smirk, "Oh definitely Hard Mode to start off!!....Good to see most of you are here.&nbsp; I trust everyone slept well, didn't stay up to late drinking.&nbsp; She walked down the line to look over Elizabeth.&nbsp; "Feeling better??&nbsp; She asked with a smile before turning back to the group.&nbsp; "You guys can lose the courtesies.&nbsp; Saluting and standing at attention work in the academies and the regulars.&nbsp; During training or official business, call me Captain, otherwise call me Ranna.&nbsp; I know most of the new blood have very little if any combat time.&nbsp; We're going to test that out today.&nbsp; She looked down at the clipboard her training plan was clipped to.&nbsp; "Ivan, you're missing a crucial piece to being a mechwarrior.&nbsp; So today we're going to test you out on an Orion.&nbsp; Nice mix of range and up close capability.&nbsp; Sorry but we have to train with what we have in the inventory.&nbsp; We should have a fairly even combat unit to run the simulation, but I'll brief the simulation when we get there and get set up.&nbsp; Any questions so far?
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 01:56:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>At 0455, Brooklyn's eyes had snapped open.&nbsp; 0500 found him out of bed and beginning his morning stretches and he was in the shower at 0515.&nbsp; As the hot water poured down on him, he briefly reflected on the evening at the bar.&nbsp; Like Lei, he had spent the rest of the evening watching the crowds, and engaging in brief, polite conversation.&nbsp; After the little exchange with Lei, he didn't feel it necessary to talk about anything further, conceding her point about the pistol and leaving things at that.&nbsp; All in all, not that bad of an introduction to the company, and at least there was one another professional professional within the company.&nbsp; Even if he never spoke with her again, and he didn't think he'd be talking with her much at all, there was the feeling that he wouldn't be that much of an oddity in the group.&nbsp; He could live with that.<br><br>By 0530, he was in the mess hall.&nbsp; A bowl of bran cereal, a bowl of fruit, three boiled eggs and a tall glass of milk.&nbsp; A simple, unimaginative breakfast, and one only livened up by a dash of salt and pepper on his eggs.&nbsp; It had been the same sort of breakfast he had eaten for years, and it had never occurred to him to change it.&nbsp; Looking around him, as various people came and went, it was then he fully realized that no, he wasn't in the military anymore and no, he didn't need to stick to a completely regimented diet.&nbsp; Digging into his food, Brooklyn resolved himself to change it up a bit.&nbsp; Maybe he'd get a slice of bacon tomorrow.&nbsp; Or grab an order of hashbrowns.<br><br>And then it was 0600 as Brooklyn arrived, standing at attention within the Captain's view.<br><strong>"Sir, since I was told to 'lighten up', I will instead nod to acknowledge you Captain,"</strong> Brooklyn said, his expression blank as he nodded his head slightly.&nbsp; <strong>"Sir, Brooklyn DeGauss reporting for duty, sir."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 03:05:14</strong>
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				Gregory responds "Yes captain, I have a question.&nbsp; Do you have the information on any customizations we've done?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 15:39:46</strong>
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				<strong>Dropship Redoubt/Harlech Starport<br>0600 hrs March 6th</strong><br><hr>The short hiss of a door nearby drew the attention to a small group of three entering the MechBay. First was a man of avergae height and the sort of stringy strong appearance that men and women in very cold environments usually carried with them. His face was long, almost drawn out with sharp features and a strong jawline, long aquiline nose and thin lips that only allowed for angry scowls and cruel smiles. Stanislav Chzorda, Star Commander with currently only three Points to bear down on his enemies, but that had proven to be more than enough over the years.<br><br>Behind him were Vanya Sterber, the former commander. She was a little easier on the eye, a freeborn beauty from Clan Wolf whose sensibilities were a little bit more appropriate for the sort of commando-like raid that she were commanding when she first met the Ol' Bones back on Werden. While she was a beautiful woman with short trimmed black hair and bright blue eyes, she was a hardened shell which had not said much since she lost her trial to Chzorda. She still had a bit of a limp from that ruffle and a big chunk of her pride cut out as well.<br><br>Last was a young man simply called Coyote. The Clanners had called him that since he was the only one from that particular clan in the commando Star and possibly also because his real name was a bitch to pronounce. No one in the company knew for certain though, he had never told anyone his real name and simply went by Coyote. He very much looked like his ancient progenitors, a little like a sun tanned Stanislav but softer in features and a little more chilled in his demeanor. That and instead of the slicked top and shave-trimmed sides of Chzorda his long black hair was braided tight in his neck and his musculature was certainly more impressive to look at.<br><br>Stanislav stopped exactly five steps from Ranna and the other two lined up behind him, standing at strict attention as the Smoke Jaguar gave a superior smile to the others before speaking up to the Captain with a heavily accented and almost slithering voice. "<strong>StarCom Chzorda reporting in to Captain Krannok for assisting in the training <em>simulation</em>.</strong>" He added a bit of bile to the last word, making an unworded statement of what he truly thought of training that involved any simulation equipment. "<strong>Commander Veijer thought it would be a good idea for us to participate as OpFor, given our strength as warriors and our superior loadout as compared to your Inner Sphere tech.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 18:41:29</strong>
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				From the far side of the Overlord's rather sizeable 'mechbay, Erich walked out of the shadows, wiping his hands clean of the sickly-green coolant used in heat sinks and cooling vests. He had likely spent most of the night servicing the shadowed bulk of his 'Mech, as, even for something so comparatively easy to maintain, his Awesome was perpetually greedy and thirsty for fresh coolant due to its fairly massive cooling system. "You'll be working under me as the OpFor, Chzorda, which means Inner Sphere standard 'mechs in the sim."<br><br>Walking towards the group, he cast the rag he had used to clean his hands into a nearby bin, dark eyes surveying each of the people there. Unlike at the bar the night before, the big soldier was, at least apparently, all business for the time. "As captain Krannok has already explained, this is a combination of aptitude test, and how well you lot will be able to work together. With that in mind, several of the veteran members will be riding herd on you lot in the simulators, in part to observe, and in part so you don't get too traumatized by facing a minimum of six PPCs."<br><br>Pacing slowly in front of the group, he nodded once at Ranna, a polite acknowledgement of her position. "Now, I fully expect Ranna to put you lot through the wringer by herself for the first few matches, which will mostly test how able you are. After that? Well, then the real fun begins."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 01:10:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Brooklyn barely blinked at the entrance of the three clanners, instead continuing to look straight ahead at Ranna.&nbsp; The only big change was a subtle tightening of his jaw as he clenched his teeth slightly.&nbsp; His expression didn't improve much when the leader of three spoke, and if his eyes were cool before, then they were downright wintery.&nbsp; Brooklyn listened attentively to Erich's own explanation, and the objectives behind the simulation.&nbsp; When the lieutenant was finished, he waited for a moment before raising his hand.<br><strong>"Sir, I have a question."</strong><br><br>Without a change in expression, and keeping his gaze directly on the Captain, Brooklyn spoke in a neutral tone, <strong>"What if we bag a veteran?"</strong><br>There wasn't a hint of arrogance or cockiness in his voice or stance.&nbsp; Not even the hint of a smirk.<br><strong>"As new recruits who have never really worked together, we face the disadvantage of not knowing each other's aptitudes and degree of skill, as well as lack any experience working as a unit.&nbsp; On the other hand, the veterans will have all of that.&nbsp; As such, the most likely outcome is that we'll lose, it's just a matter of how long it takes before that happens."</strong><br><br><strong>"So what if we take down a veteran?"</strong><br>He quickly glanced over to Chzorda, before wrenching his gaze back onto the Captain.&nbsp; Brief as it had been, the action was quite obvious, given how attentively he had been looking forward and standing at attention.<br><strong>"Will there be any particular incentive or reward for doing so?&nbsp; It may help with increasing motivation and give something for the recruit team to focus on as a whole."</strong><br><br><strong>"Also, will we have time to familiarize ourselves with our mechs and team first?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 01:19:03</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br><br>Bastion/Harlech Starport<br><br>0600 hrs March 6th<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><em>"Yes captain, I have a question.&nbsp; Do you have the information on any customizations we've done?"</em><br><br>"No, unfortunately I don't.&nbsp; But if you feel the need, each mech has a removable memory core you can use to configure the simulators.&nbsp; We don't have time right now for everyone to figure out where it is and to collect the information.&nbsp; But in the future that may be an option later."<br><br><em>"StarCom Chzorda reporting in to Captain Krannok for assisting in the training simulation.&nbsp; Commander Veijer thought it would be a good idea for us to participate as OpFor, given our strength as warriors and our superior loadout as compared to your Inner Sphere tech."</em><br><br>Ranna regarded the Clan freeloaders with the same contempt she had for them when the unit beat them and took them hostage.&nbsp; Although they had always made it a point to rub their superiority in the units face, Walt, Ranna and Erich made it a point to keep reminding them that the degraded tech of the inner sphere beat their collective butts time and time again.&nbsp; "Well that's funny since you're going to be running stock IS mechs.&nbsp; Maybe you'll get beat by a bunch of rookies this time."&nbsp; She turned back to the group just in time for Erich to appear from behind his mech.<br><br><em>"You'll be working under me as the OpFor, Chzorda, which means Inner Sphere standard 'mechs in the sim."</em>&nbsp; Erich reinforcing her comment caused a mischievous curl to form on the edges of her grin as she watched him approach from the corner of her eye.&nbsp; <em>"As captain Krannok has already explained, this is a combination of aptitude test, and how well you lot will be able to work together. With that in mind, several of the veteran members will be riding herd on you lot in the simulators, in part to observe, and in part so you don't get too traumatized by facing a minimum of six PPCs.&nbsp; Now, I fully expect Ranna to put you lot through the wringer by herself for the first few matches, which will mostly test how able you are. After that? Well, then the real fun begins."</em><br><br>Ranna nodded back to Erich in acknowledgement of her control of the training revolution and his support in the matter.<br><br><em>"Sir, I have a question. What if we bag a veteran? As new recruits who have never really worked together, we face the disadvantage of not knowing each other's aptitudes and degree of skill, as well as lack any experience working as a unit.&nbsp; On the other hand, the veterans will have all of that.&nbsp; As such, the most likely outcome is that we'll lose, it's just a matter of how long it takes before that happens."<br><br>"So what if we take down a veteran?"<br>He quickly glanced over to Chzorda, before wrenching his gaze back onto the Captain.&nbsp; Brief as it had been, the action was quite obvious, given how attentively he had been looking forward and standing at attention.&nbsp; Will there be any particular incentive or reward for doing so?&nbsp; It may help with increasing motivation and give something for the recruit team to focus on as a whole.&nbsp; Also, will we have time to familiarize ourselves with our mechs and team first?"</em>&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll answer your question at Artos.&nbsp; Ok, everyone on the transport. Pointing to the large troops transport that had arrived at the foot of the hanger ramp.<br><br>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPIr9eI53n0/TLQu0_F8ihI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_A-TZ-SAOrE/s1600/TheAirlock12.jpg)<br><br>Artos Training had started out as a small local business that sold simulator software to House military academies and arcades.&nbsp; When the MRB was created on Outreach making it the hub for all Merc training and contracting, they set up a training facility in Harlech to provide Merc units training venues that didn't involve the use of precious resources like equipment and weapons.&nbsp; Artos developed small effective mech cockpits that could be networked that included miniature hydraulics and integrated neurosystems. <br><br>Ranna stood in the middle of the large bay of pods.&nbsp; "Ok, the pods are small, but they are programmed with your mech type and as close to your preferred loadout as I could get out of the techs.&nbsp; Your name is on the plate on the side of the pod.&nbsp; I'll be running the op from the dropship C2 center.&nbsp; First part of the op, I want you all to get comfortable with your mechs, standard recon pattern.&nbsp; Follow the waypoints."&nbsp; <br>She walked over to Brooklyn and Cass. "I expect those of you who have combat experience to help those who are new to form up correctly.&nbsp; As Erich said earlier, we crawl before we walk, but don't think I won't throw a planet at you if you fuck up or I think you can handle it.&nbsp; Smiling, she checked over her training plan then looked back at the group.&nbsp; "Ok, get to your mechs, get set up and I'll talk to you in five..
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 03:04:10</strong>
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				Robert woke up early to help set up the all simulators at Artos before the training event. When he was finished, the group arrived at the facility. Robert meet the group outside and reported to Ranna in the command center. "Captain, seems everyone is ready. I think we should not allow the recruits to see the Opfor before the mode gets swithed to nightmare. The scenerio still needs to be chosen for the firefights. Oh Captain I forgot to ask, where you want me?" Knowing he already had a simulator set up for himself and one for Ranna if she wanted a peice just in case..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 03:08:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;"Feeling better??"<br><br>She isn't sure if the Captain is being sarcastic or not so settles for a neutral "Yes Ma'am", she remains silent throughout the rest of the speech and the arrival of more clan filth. Joy, more of those creeps and apperently they are just as arrogant and in need of a gunshot to the head as all of their kind, or.. so she assumes.<br><br>When the transport arrives she silently takes a seat in the back to make sure no clanner will be behind her and she sits there just gazing at them almost wishing they would fall over dead, and.. it might just be her imagination but it almost seemed that Cass was disappointed when she showed up. Not that she can think of a single reason to have earned to other womans animosity but it is something she makes a mental note of to try and fix. She much rather spend some&nbsp; time in the other womans arms after all, but barring that at least be friends.. she does seem like a nice woman and Elizabeth is dying to examine those tats in more detail.<br><br>"Ok, get to your mechs, get set up and I'll talk to you in five..<br><br>She walks over to the one with her nake and climbs in, slipping the harness on and buckles in tightly before she puts on the helmet and gets ready to pilot the fake version of her Tarantula.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 03:15:06</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br><br>Artos Training Facility<br><br>0600 hrs March 6th<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><em> "Captain, seems everyone is ready. I think we should not allow the recruits to see the Opfor before the mode gets switched to nightmare. The scenario still needs to be chosen for the firefights. Oh Captain I forgot to ask, where you want me?"</em><br><br>"Thanks Robert. She acknowledged with a nod of the head and a smile.&nbsp; Having put last nights grope behind her..figuratively and literally, she was ready to work. "You're Lance leader, take them out.&nbsp; I'll pick the scenario and how things will play out once I get set up and you are all ready to disembark."&nbsp; She looked to the simulator tech who signaled everything was ready.&nbsp; "Go get set up Robert, I'll start send out info once you have a green light from everyone.&nbsp; With that she nodded to Robert and Erich and turned to start working with the sim tech to set up the scenario.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 04:47:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Mech Bay<br>"An Orion." Ivan raised an eyebrow. "Might I trouble you for detailed specifications of your version of that 'Mech and its loadout?" He inquired. He better be prepared here... if she handed him that thing deliberately, he was not about to allow himself to be drawn out by the gesture. Neither did he even acknowledge the other Clan warriors, although an astute observer could see him tense for a fraction of a second. A Jag, of all people. And styled himself Star Commander, too. Brook's question prompted him to cast a sidelong glance at the speaker. He better have some idea for how to bring about that eventuality... although to be fair, Ivan's mind was already racing as well.<br><br>Location: Artos<br><br>Transit was spent quietly immersed in these data sheets, becoming as familiar as he could with the Inner Sphere loadout and the capabilities of that equipment. Safer than fencing with either the Clanners or the veterans - besides, there was no point in fighting with words, unless a Trial was declared Nova Cat style. The truth was, as always, in a circle of... not-so-equals, as the case might be. Arriving at the simulator site, he quickly found his pod and strapped in, fighting briefly with the cumbersome Inner Sphere interfaces before settling down. <em>Hope I can still sync, after a year and a half out of the cockpit...</em> He quickly banished the thought as he went through the familiar drill of powering up a new 'Mech. It was good to be in the cockpit again, even simulated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 11:54:08</strong>
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				<strong>Dropship Redoubt/Harlech Starport, March 6th</strong><br><hr>Stanislav kept a straight face while he took the snide remarks from Erich and Ranna. He knew fully well that they didn't like the <em>freeloaders</em> at all. Even so they hade more than earned their keep in the company over and over again. It was just no pleasing the inferior IS punks. Then again, he was pretty much alone in that mindset. Vanya couldn't be bothered to protest anymore, but she had a sort of respect for Erich, Ranna and Walter that stemmed from their experience and prowess. Coyote was actually a bit saddened that he couldn't fully integrate with the rest of the company. He certainly didn't enjoy being clumped together with Stanislav in everything they did.<br><br>"<strong>Aff Sir, aff Ma'am, IS stock it is!</strong>" Chzorda cracked his heels together twice, but kept his smile on. He turned back to the other two Clanners and walked off. "<strong>Would they like us to wear mittens as well? Father forbid the little sheep are challenged...</strong>"<br><br>Coyote opened his mouth as if to say something but fell silent with a single look from Stanislav. It was no use trying to interject.<br><br><hr><strong>MRBC HQ, March 6th</strong><br>"So you managed to finish it all over night? I'm impressed, it's almost like the old man himself."<br><br>Walter gave the clerk a tired smile. He had stayed up until early morning working with the paperwork and still gotten up at 0500 to zombie himself over to the MRBC to avoid the usual throng of people that stacked up around morning up until noon. Set an example my ass. When was the last time Erich made this trip to the bureaucracy factory? But that was just about all the contempt he could afford for the old geezer and Ranna. Without them he would have collapsed long ago.<br><br>"Hey Boston, how about you give me a few tipoffs? I got a new speedster from a recent raid in store, takes curves like a cheetah and purrs like one too."<br><br>The clerk gave a wide smile and ruffled through some files. "Sounds like a good cat. How about you leave her at the usual spot with the keys in at about lunch time?" He pulled out a few files and put them in front of Walter. "I'll let you in on the first bid on these three, ok? Last bid is at 2100 tonight, better have made up your mind by then."<br><br>Taking a look at them, Walter furrowed his brow a little. A near Periphery op for the FWL, no doubt running preemptive raids against the damned Marians. An escort job for ComStar, classified as usual, but with a mighty fine price tag. And finally a border patrol gig for the Lyrans. None really big, but all paying damned well compared to the work needed. He signed all three with a starting bid and handed them back. He would have to run the copies through the company before he placed a final bid tonight though. "Thanks, Boston, you'll have your cat by lunch time, guaranteed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 12:53:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass listened intently to Ranna’s plan, taking in what she was saying as she reviewed the scenario. <em>Rookies against vets isn’t exactly fair, but warfare’s not about fair,</em> she told herself with a small nod. <em>Its a good way to see how we handle ourselves and how we work together in the field, and how we do against a superior foe or an unwinnable situation, because I know we’re going to end up with one of those sooner or later.</em><br><br>“Nice plan, boss.” She smirked at Ranna, glancing at the new arrivals. <em>How many damn Clanners are there in this outfit anyways?</em> “So when do we start?”<br><br>A quick ride and introduction later, Cass was in the Atros simulator pod booting up the systems. Everything was coming up green, the display bringing up the appropriate loadout and equipment for the <em>Dragon Fire</em>. Cass had barely used the ‘Mech before now, but the simulator was a great chance to give the ‘Mech a workout. <em>Okay, let’s see what sort of hell we’ve been thrown into,</em> she added with an eager smirk, waiting for what would come next.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 18:55:36</strong>
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				As the clanners introduce themselves: <em>What an ass.&nbsp; I hope he lightens up, though I'm kind of doubting that.</em><br><br>Gregory nods and heads towards a simulator pod, contemplating the task before them. <em>Hmmm, taking on the vets?&nbsp; Except for them being clanners thats nothing new.&nbsp; You've done this dozens of times.&nbsp; Question is, do I treat this like I used to and show off what the bushwacker can do, or do I work harder at being a team.&nbsp; Probably team, I'm not selling mechs anymore.</em>&nbsp; He climbs into the pod and straps himself in puts the simulator through a series of maneuvers to test the interface.&nbsp; As he runs through these checks he contemplates the mech in the group, trying to see how he will fit in.&nbsp; <em>Ok, what are we working with....</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 16:40:26</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br><br>Artos Training Facility<br><br>0600 hrs March 6th<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"OK Boys and Girls"&nbsp; Ranna's voice blares crystal clear over all of the Mech main unit comm links.&nbsp; "Welcome to the Artic front.&nbsp; We have reports of two companies of assault vehicles and tanks twenty kilometers from the hangar exit to the south heading west.&nbsp; There is an unlocated company of anti-mech infantry and frog suits supporting the vehicles.&nbsp; The objective is the secure the village and supported HPG center forty five kilometers to the south west.&nbsp; We also have reports of an unlocated reenforced Lance of mechs supporting the invasion force but strengths and location are unknown at this time."&nbsp; <br><br>She turned to the tech and signaled him to open the combat scenario.&nbsp; The mechs were located in an underground Mech hangar with two large ramps leading up towards a cloudy sky.&nbsp; A slight flurry of snow creating a curtain of white across the two main doors that just opened up exposing the ascending ramps.&nbsp; "Lance Commanders, take your units out when you're ready, we'll keep you informed of changes to the intel and ground situation as we see them.&nbsp; Good Luck"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 21:29:23</strong>
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				<strong>Alroy Fletcher<br>Redoubt, Harlich Spaceport</strong><br><br>Unlike the others, Alroy had chosen to stay 'home' while the other officers went out carousing to welcome in the new meat. He and alcohol didn't get along very well anymore after he had finally kicked his unpleasant little drug habit, being just one of a wide assortment of brain-altering substances he no longer trusted to be in close contact with his body. Instead, he'd spent the night poring over the personnel files for the handful of recruits they were bringing on board, getting a feel for how they'd handle based on three and a half decades of combat experience.<br><br>Brooklyn, callsign 'Payday' - appropriately named. Raw, stomped on by noble privilege, determined to make it on his own without dependence on anyone else. Too smart to actually let his teammates down in the lurch, but not the sort to be sticking his neck out for them either, or to leave his back for another warrior to cover. He'd belong in one of the forward flank anchors - good firing arc for the Gauss rifle, a specific area of responsibility to cover, and leaving someone to watch his six whether he liked it or not.<br><br>Cassopeia, callsign 'Copperhead' - bit of a hothead (in color and temperament), with an ability to follow orders born from long practice, not natural inclination. The weapons mix of a Dragonfire fit what he saw, someone eager to get down in the mud while still being able to spar at range. A good choice for one of the rear flank spots, constant visual reminder not to go barreling ahead into the enemy's teeth and able to reposition and reinforce any side of the formation for as long as it lasted.<br><br>Ivan, no callsign - born and creche-bred Clan Wolf warrior, whose insistence on gluing to the rules of society he knew rather than learning the ones of the society he'd been marooned in got him first into the clutches of the law, then into the clutches of the Bones. Clanners were oddball folks to begin with, even if Wolves were one of the 'nicer' (and smarter) clans in question, and one whose training had been interrupted partway through by the Truce and evacuation from Clan space wasn't going to be any less oddball. Wolves favored long-range fights over close-up brawls, and the 'borrowed' virtual Orion he would be driving was fair-to-decent at any range bracket. Almost certainly sporting the standard-issue touchy and unpredictable Clan honor, putting him in the other rear flank would fuel enough resentment to distract him from watching his assigned arc, so he'd go in the other forward flank.<br><br><br><strong><br>Artos Simulations<br>0600<br></strong><br><br>Knowing the training plans the company had written up beforehand, Alroy had made sure to get a comfortable night's sleep and risen up bright and early - early enough, in fact, to arrive at Artos before the main gaggle of trainees and their shepherds and pick out a simulation pod for himself. He'd miss the comfortable, well-worn cockpit of his own King Crab, but the very familiarity of having owned the same 'Mech for twenty-five years put him at his worst driving an otherwise identical model in a simulator; no sim pod, no matter how realistic, could replicate every little idiosyncratic twitch and hiccup in the ancient 'Mech, the tiny flaws he relied on to make the 100-ton fighting machine fit him like a silk glove. His chosen substitute would do suitably, though.<br><br><em> "Lance Commanders, take your units out when you're ready, we'll keep you informed of changes to the intel and ground situation as we see them.&nbsp; Good Luck"</em><br><br>"Roger that, Captain. Heavy lance forming up to move." He cleared his throat, switching to the lance-wide channel. "Good morning - how does it feel to be strapped into a walking nuke-reactor at six AM?" A pause, and he cackled out a burst of laughter. "Damn, but I've always wanted a legitimate excuse to use that line, ever since my own first sim adventure. I'm Lieutenant Fletcher, boys and girls, and I'll be your tour guide on this fine little excursion this morning." His fingers tapped out a quick square-shaped formation on his HUD, replicating itself across the HUD screens of the other four Mechwarriors. "Payday, take right, eyes open and Gauss loaded for anyone trying to flank us on your side. Ivan Wolf, hold left, same idea. Copperhead, you're in rear center, be ready to move and back up anyone who needs it, and drop us in an ECM shield if I call for it."<br><br>The grin on his face matched the rictus skull-smile of his 'Mech as he steered the AS7-K Atlas up the deployment ramp and out into the swirling snow, letting the other four fan out into their assigned positions beside and behind him before setting off towards the projected location of the vehicle column.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 00:51:57</strong>
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				After hearing Ranna's answer, Robert turned on his heel and walked to his simulator pod. The techs already had his marauder loaded for him in the pod knowing he might jump in and throw a few curve balls at the recruits. As the Pod warmed up, he opened coms to Alroy only and said "Hey Alroy, I was going to provide support and command the recon lance. While you take the the Orion, Dragonfire, and Jaegermech for the heavy lance." As he finished a Lance grouping set up was sent to Alroy so only him could see (And Ranna who can see and hear everthing in the sim)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lances</div><div class="spoiler_body">Robert - Marauder - Heavy / Lance Lead of Recon<br>Gregory - Bushwacker - Medium<br>Allis - Wolfhound - Light<br>Elizabeth - Tarantula - Light<br><br>Alroy - <del>King Crab</del>&nbsp; Atlas - Assault / Lance Lead Of Heavies<br>Cass - Dragonfire - Heavy<br>Brooklyn - Jaegermech - Heavy<br>Ivan - Orion - Heavy</div></div><br>Roberts Marauder walked out of the bay and stood in front of the Atlas until the two Lt.s finished discussing the group. Robert already had a plan of being the support for the lights by standing next to the bushwacker while the tarantula and wolfhound scouted. When they meet the enemy, Robert and Gregory will provide fire support until the lights evac. When they engage the heavies will move over to attack the hostiles and decimate them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 00:53:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div><strong>Dropship Redoubt</strong><br>Brooklyn watched the expressions of the other clanners as their leader was shut down for any potential weaknesses.&nbsp; Did they bristle with indignation, were they upset?&nbsp; Was there a hint of dissatisfaction in the group, something that could be leveraged to their advantage?&nbsp; He thought he spotted something, something in the two, but he couldn't be certain.&nbsp; Even with them using Inner Sphere mechs, he knew that any clanner still here in the company was formidable enough to be worth keeping around despite any issues.&nbsp; The recruits would need a hell of a lot of luck and every advantage they could grab at if they were going to come out the slightest bit ahead in these simulations.<br><br>Though it wouldn't be a good idea to aggravate them too much.&nbsp; No matter what, the clanners were also his teammates in future missions.<br><br><strong>Artos Simulations</strong><br>Systems check had gone smoothly.&nbsp; The simulated cockpit was just as cramped as he had expected it to be, though it lacked the usual smell of oil, sweat and desperation that he had grown used to.&nbsp; Checking the information on his mech, Brooklyn nodded, a little pleased at the loadout.&nbsp; They had accounted for him well enough to know where his specialties lay.&nbsp; Meant he was working with competent leaders, and it felt a little reassuring to know that.&nbsp; When Ranna briefed them on their mission, Brooklyn gave her his full attention, competing the objectives to memory and running through them multiple times.&nbsp; He grimaced slightly at the simulated flurry of snow when the mission was loaded up.&nbsp; The weather would hamper his vision significantly, and would make it difficult to use the long range of his gauss to its maximum potential.<br><br>When he heard lieutenant Alroy's formation orders, Brooklyn wanted to object.&nbsp; Though his Jaegermech did have more armour than most other models, it was still lighter than most other heavies.&nbsp; He was better off as fire support in the back than taking a forward flank.<br><strong>"Sir, yes sir!"</strong> Brooklyn responded as he got into position.&nbsp; While he had his reservations, he didn't want to jeopardize team unity.&nbsp; Plus, he did have sufficient combat experience in keeping lookout.&nbsp; With the simulated weather as it was, it might be worth the risk of putting him in a more vulnerable position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 01:54:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>She waits patiently on her orders, during training her teachers had often let the lights pick their own paths and search patterns something she was of two minds about herself. That left too many gaps but trying to micromanage light mechs was always hard, so she tried to keep her wildly beating heart away from her throat as her palms sweat ever so slightly around the controls. What, she nervous? Well, yes and terrified.<br><br>While she waited she preprogramed the various channels into her coms, so she easily could just send a message to the other scouts and then just as easily send to everyone. As the doors opens and she sees the little flurries of snow come down she grins wide, it should help keep her and her scout friends safe. She kicks the engine into gear and scuttles out into the landscape with her sensors on full to try and see what is around, she keeps the link to the other scouts continuously open.<br><br>"Orders Sir?"<br><br>Her guns are primed but frankly she doubts she will even fire them, not with her aim. She looks down on the map to see the Wolfhound nice and close, good.. she likes Allis. The other scout seems like a person she can easily work with and it is nice that she has a bit more experience then Elizabeth. Hopefully she can pick the redheads brain later for tips and tricks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 03:23:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br>Location: Artos <br>Tagged: Recon Lance (Elizabeth, Robert, Gregory), Ranna <br><br>Ailis supervises, largely without comments. "Remember t' breath." She says, as she passes Elizabeth on her way to her sim pod, swinging herself in with a casual sort of grace born of experience. Ailis straps in, and powers the thing on and checks the deployment of her lance as she directs her 'Mech' out onto the field. "Sound off. First rule of recon; ears an' eyes open always." <br><br>While she waits for Elizabeth and the others to weigh in, she tests the range of motion of her 'Mech, getting used to the difference between the sim pod and the real thing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 03:44:31</strong>
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				Robert finished talking to Alroy and turned to the light mechs and said "Ailis, Elizabeth you are to recon ahead of heavy lance but if you engage enemy contacts report their position to heavy lance and evac when it gets hot. Gregory, You and me will follow suit and provide fire support so they can get out of dodge fast. Alright Recon Move out." With that the lumbering marauder began to move to the left hangar door hoping the heavies will take the right door. Robert opened coms to his lance and Alroy to give a plan. "Alroy, just to be on the safe side I say let the heavies exit first and make sure nothing is alive waiting with guns pointed at the doors. Once its clear recon will exit and take lead." Robert motioned with his right arm to Alroy but notices a light mech run passed him. He reopens the channel and says "Shot never mind lets go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 13:06:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> The more she thought about it, the more interesting this scenario sounded to Cass. <em>Yeah, the big boys get to see what we’re made of and all, which is good. But we also get to see what they can do and a very good measure of the people we’ll be reporting to, which is definitely worth knowing.</em> That bought a smile to her face as she looked out at the simulated world around her simulated ‘Mech. <em>Definitely gonna have to tell mum about all this.</em><br><br>“Received and understood, sir.” Cass replied to Alroy’s orders, falling into formation as the rest of the lance moved out. His plan made sense to her and allowed her to use her <em>Dragon Fire’s</em> weapons to their best. <em>Reach out and touch somebody,</em> she told herself with a smirk. <em>And Gauss rifles are a great way to say hello.</em> Eyes remained on the sensors, waiting for the first sign of enemy contact. When it occurred, she’d have the ECM online in an instant, providing EW cover. <em>But no sense in giving ourselves away before then</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 18:58:28</strong>
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				<strong>"Roger, moving out"</strong>&nbsp; Gregory quickly moves the bushwacker out, with a skill born from far too many hours in a simulator.&nbsp; Eyes on his sensors and what he can see, he searches for any sign that they are about to be ambushed.&nbsp; <strong>"Lieutenant, You want me somewhere in between you and the lights so they have a midrange fall-back?</strong>&nbsp; He asks as he moves to join the wolfhound the precipitously left the mech bay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 19:15:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Artos<br><br>"Aff." Ivan accelerated to cruising speed as he navigated his 'Mech out of the hangar and took up position as ordered. He left his scanners on passive, relying for now on IR signature, passive radio reflection, movement detection and assorted other means to determine location of his starmates and the enemy. The first few minutes, he was admittedly concentrating more on keeping his Orion in line - it had been a long while since he had been synced, and never with this kind of (outdated) technology; as a result, he had to get used to how to operate a 'Mech all over again. He kept the channel closed, though - simulated enemies or not, arbitrary transmissions were a good way to give location away. Did these things have any form of tightbeam comms, anyway? Until he figured out all those details, it was better to remain on the safe side, and limit doing anything that might make detection easier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 22:52:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br>Location: Artos <br>Tagged: Recon Lance (Elizabeth, Robert, Gregory), Ranna <br><br>"Robert, I've told ye before no' t' tell me my business." Ailis growls. "Try it again, an' I'm borrowin' a page from that spotted sassenach's book an' kickin' ye roun' the block! Now get yerself t' center - ye're <em>bait</em>." Ailis' tone holds more menace and authority than normal, not to mention more of her thick brogue than usual. No ear but hers hears the clipped snarl that follows as she watches her lance spread out, and she moves to keep the pace. "Keep comm-silent." <br><br>Passives active, and her own lance-mates accounted for, Ailis turns a portion of her attention to watching for strays, while the rest keeps tabs on her batch of new recruits. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 00:33:51</strong>
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				Erich, for his part, had taken the ride to the sim building with quiet aplomb, and, unlike the rookies who Ranna had to ride herd on, the big man had taken the advantage of rank, and not being required in the sims, and had set off to the command room, partly for a mug of coffee, partly so he could watch the simulated battle and see how the rookies did, and partoy to talk with Ranna. Before he had headed off, however, he had taken a moment to talk to the three veteran clansmembers, out of earshot from the rookies.<br><br>The conversation was short and to the point; he had selected three 'mechs from the database, all 3025 spec, and wanted the three to match against one another three times; once in each type of 'mech to see who was best-suited for each, which seemed to take the sting of his earlier growling out of the trio, as they were basically being allowed to have nonlethal aptitude testing before being forced into unfamiliar designs in a battle where they would be outnumbered.<br><br>Leaving the trio to their own devices, Erich headed up to the control room, half-speculating if Lei beat him to the large-windowed room that overlooked the simulator pods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 01:15:53</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br><br>Artos Training Facility<br><br>0600 hrs March 6th<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Ranna watched the Mechs emerge from the hangar bay and spread out onto their combat patrol.&nbsp; She listened in on the comm freq cursing herself at how the veteran's were causing more confusion than solving with back and forth issues.&nbsp; In order to add a little bit more stress to the situation she adjusted the environmentals to increase the snow fall ten percent.&nbsp; Studying the map in front of her and the combat area they had to play with in this scenario she pulled a couple of small swift scout cars (http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/thumb/9/90/Swift_Wind.jpg/250px-Swift_Wind.jpg) and a Packrat long range recon vehicle (http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/thumb/9/95/Packrat.jpg/250px-Packrat.jpg) along the northern edge of the main body of the assault vehicles.&nbsp; All three cars moved along the outer edge of the recon lance scanning range.&nbsp; The two smaller cars were moving randomly around the Packtrat as all three seemed to be running a visual and EM scan of the near area.<br><br>Ranna nodded as Erich entered the control room.&nbsp; She pointed to the second chair which was tied into the secondary server that the Clanners were preparing for their fight in.&nbsp; The technician had already started loading the scenario and only needed the mechs that Erich wanted to run in order complete the load.&nbsp; She seriously hoped that the new recruits would come together fairly quickly here in training.&nbsp; After the last few years she was tired of seeing new meat come and go before they really had a chance to integrate to the unit.&nbsp; Too many are headstrong or out to prove something and many ended up running headlong into a painful situation they couldn't recover from.&nbsp; This fact alone drove her to beat them senseless in training to keep those memories from building up.<br><br>"The rookies are out of the chute.&nbsp; Robert and Ailis are playing 'who's in charge' and I've got the ground assault force headed across their attack axis.&nbsp; How are the girls doing on the other server"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 01:31:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>"Gnat, roger" is all she say over the coms, breathe.. yes that is good advice for sure. Just so hard to breathe without a good puff of some sweet grass, or.. a drink at least. She lets the mech go slow, or at least slow for something that can push 130kph trying to keep the wolfhound in front of her. After all it can take more of a beating then she can, not that that is saying much.<br><br>"close or out skirmish?" she sends a small pulse to Ailis, nervousness clear in her voice. She lets go of the controls with one hand to wipe the sweat off on her pants, yeah it is a simulation.. but it is also the first chance they have to see her in action. So few would would give her a chance with her gunnery scores so she was eager to show what actually made her pass the academy classes, she might not be able to hit the inside of a barn but she sure can make her four legged little mech dance on the head of a pin.<br><br>She tests the ground to make sure the simulation is accurate for her to move around with and waits patiently, waiting... the name of the game most of the time for a scout.. followed by a few seconds of mind numbing terror as the bigger monsters lock her up.<br><br>*beep* she looks down at the instruments and sighs as the snow is increasing, sure it will cover her but it also means she is more likely to run headlong into something. Typica..*beepbeep*<br><br>"Now what?" she grumbles, is that... yes it might look like a possible contact at the extreme edge of her sensors.<br><br>"Gnat, picking up possible contact at extreme edge. Permission to investigate over"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 01:49:00</strong>
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				Erich grunted in response to Ranna's report, as he leaned over the service tech's shoulder, pointing out the three 'mechs he wanted the clan trio to test out on, and making sure that the three-way battle between the small group had started before he straightened and walked over to where Ranna stood.<br><br>"Hmm. Those two never really got along well, did they? Threaten both of them with being tasked to clean the company's 'mechs the next time we go on active maneuvers through a swamp, unless they shape up and stop arguing. As for our expats, I have them beating each other over the heads with the 'mechs they'll be using in the main Sim with Myself and Lei as the Opfor. Have to admit, it warms the cockles of my heart every time I see that Ex-Jag work at keeping his mouth shut every time I give him an order. Probably chafes like hell every time he's reminded that 'Old farts' like us beat the shit out of him in the field."<br><br>Walking over to the display showing the main event, he nodded at the additon of the light scout vehicles. "Inspired. I would have considered a Ferret VTOl or two, but we both know I have a poorly-earned reputation fo being a savage dick. Might be funny to have their second match be against two companies of Savanah Masters, though."<br><br>He paused, rubbing his chin for a moment, then nodded again; leaning in slightly, he spoke quietly to Ranna, ensuring that nobody could overhear him. "Noticed you making eyes at the newbie riding that Dragonfire last night. I don't care what you do in your off hours, but you're going to have to ask if it'll be worth it when the fighting gets hard. Seen too many get hurt because of someone they care about getting overwhelmed in a fight. Something for you to ask yourself, I guess."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 02:09:22</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br><br>Artos Training Facility<br><br>0600 hrs March 6th<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Ranna laughed to herself as she listened to Erich's solution to the infighting between Ailis and Robert.&nbsp; She'd considered many similar options but she kept going back to Roberts continued shows of insubordination in front of others and couldn't help herself.&nbsp; Erich's suggestion for the strike force inspired her with a solution to her problem.&nbsp; Tapping a couple of keys and whispering something quietly to the tech, the devious curl she'd become notorious for grew across the edges of her lips as she listened carefully to Erich.<br><br><em>"Noticed you making eyes at the newbie riding that Dragonfire last night. I don't care what you do in your off hours, but you're going to have to ask if it'll be worth it when the fighting gets hard. Seen too many get hurt because of someone they care about getting overwhelmed in a fight. Something for you to ask yourself, I guess."</em><br><br>Ranna nodded.&nbsp; "Don't worry Erich.&nbsp; After what happened with Lily and Elisa, I'm certain not to let business mix with pleasure.&nbsp; You know me, I'm not the type to go running into an overwhelming fight to save someone unless I know I'm outnumbered at least three to one.&nbsp; She laughed again thinking back to the last time she had to haul Roberts ass out of the fire, tearing down three Griffin's that had him pinned on his back.<br><br>A moment later the sim tracking reported an explosion on Robert's knee actuator as a Packrat painted snow white began running like hell in the opposite direction of the recon lance.&nbsp; "Seawolf, my readings are showing whatever was in that Packrat just blew a piece out of your knee.&nbsp; Report!"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 03:04:02</strong>
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				As the lance moved out Robert shook his head as Ailis snapped off at him for telling her what to do. Robert was about to reply to her answer when something hit his left knee actuator midstep, causing the marauder to trip and came crashing down into the ground. Robert was jerked around as the pod moved to simulate the fall and when it stopped, he opened comms to the lance and said "Seawolf, is hit but still in the fight. It will take a second for me to get up." Robert started to move his marauder so it can get up. The sim showed some armor is missing on the left leg now. Once Robert managed to stand up he looked around for what hit him to see the tall end of a eight wheeled vehicle running away.<br><br>"Seawolf, my readings are showing whatever was in that Packrat just blew a piece out of your knee.&nbsp; Report!"<br><br>"Knee seems alright but I will keep a eye on it. Recon will engage at range but will not persue away from heavy lance."&nbsp; Robert replies to Ranna where the lance can hear. He raises the arms on his Marauder to aim the PPCs at the Packrat. With a loud crackleing noise, two blue beams of particles streaked across the battlefield towards the lone Packrat. One impacts the ground behind the vehicle while the other finds it mark on the back corner. Robert motions to Liz to engage as he readies the second volley of PPCs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 03:18:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br>Location: Artos <br>Tagged: Recon Lance (Elizabeth, Robert, Gregory), Ranna <br><br>Ailis grunts - so that was what that was - and looks for a target, with one ear on her lance. Pointedly, she does not tell Robert how to handle that - just sends a burst back to Elizabeth. "Gnat, t' me. Mind yer targets." She never takes her eyes off the screen, watching .. there. A flash of impact and melting armor on the Packrat. <br>She watches, counting under her breath, then fires, emerald beams lancing out to catch the transport as it evades the Maurader's PPCs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 06:00:06</strong>
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				"Heavy lance, energy weapons free. See if we can't score a piece of that crawler before it scampers out of sight, but don't break formation or waste ballistics on a target that's already shot its load. Ivan Wolf and Payday, increase spacing by five meters each and drop five meters back. Copperhead, hold lateral spacing and drop ten meters back. We're spreading to form square around Seawolf, maintain previous heading towards enemy assault column."<br><br>Switching channels, Alroy opened a direct link to Robert. "Seawolf, you've got joint damage. I'm opening a hole in our formation, form up in our center at ten-meter spacing. We'll be the leg armor you don't have anymore and you can put those PPCs and slugthrower to work with the big boys where they belong."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 06:17:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Artos<br><br>"Aff. Repositioning." Ivan nudge the speed control on his 'Mech to allow the stricken Marauder into the (to his mind, dubious) safety of the lance. "Lasers neg. Range." He debated activating the missile seekers, then decided against it, instead tracking the target with his autocannon. "Have cannon lock. Req fire at .5 clicks."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 06:30:34</strong>
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				"Trusting your judgement, Ivan Wolf. If you can make the shot, take it, but remember there's real heavy metal out there for us to match ourselves against, so be sparing with your ammo."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 08:33:00</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lei Fang, Artos Facility w/ Erich and Ranna</span><br><br>Lei had entered silently only a couple of minutes after Erich, and waited in respectful silence as her superiors discussed the mornings training amongst themselves. Despite her usual stony demeanor, Lei was eager to get to the later training scenarios, when she'd be able to test her mettle against the Clan mechwarriors, perhaps even some of the new recruits. <br><br>She knew she was good, though it was her gunnery skills that were Lei's real strength, and the reason she'd been given a frontline combat mech like a <em>Warhammer</em> in the first place; something that could leverage her "devil's eye". Lei did have an eerie way of moving the 70 ton beast with uncommon stealth, though that wasn't much of a boon in a long range powerhouse like a <em>Warhammer</em>, and beyond that odd knack she could only really be considered a "good" pilot compared to the average. That was only through long hours over many years of practice, and it meant Lei was only typical of a Liao Warrior House mechwarrior when it came to her piloting skills.<br><br>All of that was known to the Ol' Bones by now, of course, but between her obvious gunnery talent and her mech, it did make Lei particularly well suited to fight side by side with Erich's <em>Awesome</em>.<br><br>"Captain Krannok," Lei finally spoke softly, "may I suggest some fast attack craft, <em>Harrasser Missile Platforms</em>, perhaps, to test their formation discipline? Some swift passes with strike craft to attempt to draw the protection detail away from the injured <em>Marauder</em>."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 08:48:54</strong>
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				Gregory<br>Location: Artos<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Recon Lance<br><br>Knowing he couldn't keep up with the speedy little vehicle, Gregory draws a bead on it and fires his ER Large Laser.&nbsp; <em>Surprised it survived the PPC hit.</em>&nbsp; His beam hits at the same time as Allis', obliterating the lightly armored vehicle as its missile payload ignites.<br><br>In a tight burst to Allis "Orders boss?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 10:54:47</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br><br>Artos Training Facility<br><br>0600 hrs March 6th<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Ranna grinned as she watched the formations shift.&nbsp; Alroy was doing a good job running herd on the lances.&nbsp; Ailis was pushing the recons well.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if Ailis or any of the other recon's would try and catch the Packrat, but at this point it didn't matter.&nbsp; The scenario had always been built to automatically adjust for changes in the unit plan.&nbsp; Once the assault column recon made contact with the unit a portion of the column would break off to harass and slow while the other would move to secure the city and the HPG.&nbsp; <br><br>Just as advertised the two swift scouts and the first Packrat adjusted position to provide long range spotting support while a column of twenty assault vehicles including five Harasser LRM hovercraft (http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Harrasser.jpg/250px-Harrasser.jpg) turned north spreading out in a staggered formation.&nbsp; As the recon unit drew closer the first two Harasser's let their LRM's fly.&nbsp; A plume of grey smoke and orange fire filled the sky as the twenty missiles streaked quickly towards their targets.&nbsp; Ten Vedette (http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/thumb/2/2b/Vedette-3026.jpg/250px-Vedette-3026.jpg) medium tanks took up flanking positions along a ridge line on the west side of the units lane of approach while five condor hover tanks (http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/thumb/9/9c/Condor-3026.jpg/250px-Condor-3026.jpg) took up positions supporting the Harassers.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 16:32:21</strong>
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				Robert began to move after the enemy vehicle until he tried moving the left leg. It was sluggish in response and didnt allow movement to be quick. Robert cursed the machine as he listened to comm chatter. When Alroy told Robert to fall back and take position in the heavy lance center. Robert could only give a unhappy reply "Seawolf, Moving into center of formation." As the heavy lance walked by Robert began to move his Marauder with them. Robert keep a eye on his sensors and watched the areas around the other members of the heavy lance with thermo vision to keep this from happening again. If he spotted the infantry he would notify the mech they are trying it on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 18:35:18</strong>
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				"Clan points, ready to drop, Captains." Stanislav and the others were hooked up to their simulators and passing the time by going through the systems they had been given and familiarizing themselves with them. "Just don't push us into a spot we can't get out of."<br><br>He grinned and sent a server tightbeam to the others. Ciphered stuff that seemed more like chit-chat between the three, but held greater meaning to the three Clanners. Chzorda was adamant about changing the cipher two times a month instead of the standard one. It wasn't like he had anything bad in mind, he was bonded to the company and would remain so for a while longer. He just didn't like the Inner Sphere mongrels. All talk about integration was just crap. Clanners had to depend on Clanners for their own safety. And so they exchange some quick lines between each other, putting up their own emergency protocols. It was just a sim, sure, but they had been given the back end as always and they didn't want to disappoint. All the others in the company frequently nagged that the three of them would be in a sour glass of milk if they didn't have their advanced Omnis and Clan-tech. But there was a reason he and his comrades had been chosen for a mission behind enemy lines. They were surprisingly adaptable for Clanners. So much so that they had been largely ostracized for it at home. Even a Clanner, when in the deep end of enemy territory, knew that following all the rules would just be to waste a perfectly good Warrior and 'Mech. Even a Smoke Jaguar, fiercest of the fierce, knew this. But that was the sort of info that Stanislav, Coyote and Vanya kept to themselves.<br><br>"Gravi in Griffon, repred." Chzorda spoke in the lance-comms.<br><br>"Rabid in Shadowhawk, repred." Coyote mimiced.<br><br>"Katyusha in Thunderbolt, repred." Vanya echoed.<br><br>"Gravi, Points 1 through 3 ready, StarCom Oststein, awaiting orders, over!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 18:52:17</strong>
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				Gregory<br>Location: Artos<br>Tagged: Recon and Heavy lances<br><br>Gregory moves at a run to keep up with his faster lance-mates.&nbsp; They are going at a pretty good clip when the enemy engages.&nbsp; <em>Crap I thought that packrat was done for.</em>&nbsp; As the missiles fall around the recon lance, Gregory's mech takes a couple of minor hits.&nbsp; As he returns fire with his own LRMs, he changes course, moving sideways to keep out of autocannon range and shift towards a flanking position, trusting that his lance will either follow or give him other orders. <br><br>To the heavy lance: <strong>"We've found the tank column and are taking fire.</strong><br>To the recon lance:&nbsp; <strong>"Shifting to try and flank."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 00:07:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>Elizabeth is surprised when Ailis doesn't comment on wanting to check out the long range blips and instead asks her to fire on the rapidly retreating little vehicle. "overkill much" she mumbles to herself and before she can get her guns to bear her allies blows it to smithereens, she does worry that everyone seems to react only to the immediate threat and not the one far off.<br><br>*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP* What the.. she shakes her head to clear it to notice the missile warnings blaring at her, great, just fucking great. Unlike most others she doesn't try and bring weapons to bear, instead she kicks her engine into full gear and runs her little metallic legs off. As the missiles become visible to her eyes she does feel a bit of a sweat breaking out, "beep.... beep... beep..beepbeepbeepBEEPBEEPBEEP!" the intensity grows as one missile is headed straight towards her and with a grin she fires all the jump jets and her little tarantula goes flying, her paperthin armour gets peppered with dirt and rock as the warhead digs into the ground where she just was and detonates.<br><br>"too close" she mumbles as the heat spikes hard inside the pod simulating the intense wash of heat from all the jump jets, as soon as her four legs touch the ground again she is off running in an erratic pattern to avoid being hit while throwing out all scanners she has.<br><br>"Five harrassers, 6.. no.. 8.. climbing medium tanks.. taking fire.. 10 tanks.. plus 5 smaller tanks, computer cant identify yet" she calls out and digs all four legs into the ground with a squeel of metal from the simulation as she makes another turn throwing up clouds of dirt.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 01:19:19</strong>
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				(http://files.abovetopsecret.com/files/img/tl50df4386.jpg)<br><br>As the Harassers made contact with the recon lance the Vedette tanks took their shots peppering the recon lance as much as it could as it ran headlong into the firing line, then attempted to move back.&nbsp; Once contact had been made the Harassers launched a second salvo towards the scattering recon lance as the Vedette tanks pulled back and started moving at high speed to the south west.&nbsp; Using the rolling tundra of hills and valleys the tanks moved to a secondary fire position as the Harassers moved to keep the range advantage in their favor while the Condor's moved in to provide the Recon's with something to think about from their turrent mounted AC5 and medium lasers.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 01:55:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div><strong>"Sir,"</strong> was Brooklyn's only response as he repositioned himself in the lance formation.&nbsp; The snow fall had increased, making it harder to rely on natural vision to spot targets.&nbsp; Instead, he found himself increasingly reliant on the thermal sensors, keeping one on them while watching for signs of movement.&nbsp; That one of their own had already been damage without any enemies detected brought a slight chill down Brooklyn's spine.&nbsp; He knew it was just a simulation, but this sudden turn of events didn't bode well at all for the recruit team.&nbsp; Brooklyn kept a watchful eye around his lance, knowing that their performance depended on his abilities.<br><br>For a moment, as his Jaegermech lumbered forward across the frozen landscape, he thought he had seen something on the thermal sensors.&nbsp; It had been just a blip, possibly a false reading, but he thought he spotted several more after it.<br><strong>"Sir, I think I have thermal blooms on the sensors.&nbsp; Might be recon lance but-"</strong> Brooklyn's words were cut short as incoming chatter confirmed what he had suspected.&nbsp; Immediately, Brooklyn shut up, waiting to see what orders would be given.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 02:17:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br>Location: Artos <br>Tagged: Recon Lance (Elizabeth, Robert, Gregory), Ranna <br><br>Ailis cursed under her breath as she moved, tracking targets and allies. <em>Knew it. Ranna never does anything by ha</em>lf. She thought, as she flicked her targeting reticle over the area her scanners insisted the tanks were. "Target weapons and tracks." Sweating, although she's taking pains to not let anyone hear it in her voice. <em>Thank the gods this is only a sim - we'd be dogmeat by now else.<br></em>While they (hopefully) remove the more mobile of the lot, Ailis takes a bead on the platforms. <em>Take them out before they can get a good bead on me - I've been lucky up until now - that'll not last. </em> Still moving, she begins systematically disabling them, opening things up for the other two.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 03:05:46</strong>
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				Studying his sensors, Alroy picked out the line of LRM-carrier tanks and Condors ahead of them.<br><br>"Recon's job to find the reds, our job to kill them. Heavy lance, match my flank speed, maintain formation and take out those missile boats and their escorts."<br><br>Switching to Allis's channel, "Babh, Vice. Bringing the hammer down on those Harassers and Condors, see what your folks can do to keep the Vedettes off our back."<br><br>Settling back in his chair, he pushed the mighty Atlas to its 54KPH max speed, toggling the switch that turned his Anti-Missile system to autonomous targeting. He might be the slowest of the heavy lance, but he had more armor than anyone else in the unit, and a functioning AMS to blunt the worst of the LRM fire as they closed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 04:11:14</strong>
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				Erich grunted, toggling his comms as he directed a Tech to link the three clanners to the main sim, as well as two more 'mechs on the side of the OpFor.<br><br>"City drop in five, Chzorda. Your truncated Star will act as fast attack, My Element will act as the anvil. Once the Rookies exhaust themselves on the AI-controlled Vehicles, move in and pick them off at your leisure."<br><br>Turning off his comms, he nodded at Lei, then Ranna. "Heading down to the Pods. Wonder how the Rookies will react to PPC overload. Don't let things get easy on 'em."<br><br>Opening the door from the command centre, He beckoned for Lei to join him as they walked down to the sim pods. "Good suggestion on the Harassers. Anything else on your mind before we strap in and shoot up our Co-workers?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 05:20:50</strong>
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				"Ma'am." Lei snapped a quick Capellan salute to Captain Krannok and turned just as crisply to follow Erich down to the simulators. <br><br>"Sir, I think Captain Krannok should direct the vehicles to hit and run, in an attempt the rookies into a position we can exploit. Done properly, they might be goaded into a valley or canyon, or risk being picked apart at long range by the LRM and autocannon fire. If it works, the Clanners attack one side, and we take the high ground. Hammer and anvil, as you suggest, with the terrain to help limit of the movement of the light mechs." Lei shrugged, her face thoughtful, "Of course, they might not fall for it, in which case the vehicles should soften them up nicely before we take the attack to them."<br><br>They were almost at the simulators, so Lei had already begun to peel off the jumpsuit she was wearing over her minimalist cockpit attire, "Regardless, whatever is left of the vehicle force once we enter the battle should fall back and act as reserve. They can serve to protect our flanks should the recon lance attempt to breakout and take advantage of our slower and less agile 'mechs."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 05:43:16</strong>
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				He nodded, undoing his shirt before opening the simulator pod that had been allocated to the big veteran. "I checked the topog of the sim's battle zone; it's mostly rolling hills, and sparse woods; nothing really useful for ambushes, or pinning them down. Mostly, It'll be a grinder; On the positive, we outrange practically everyone on the field, and the in-sim weather conditions will help keep the 'mech running cool."<br><br>He paused long enough to shoot a glance over towards Lei. "Twenty C-bills if you pop Alroy. He's riding in an Atlas, so he has armour this time."<br><br>Chuckling slightly, he stepped into the pod, closing the simpod's door before settling into the seat, buckling in as the screens flickered to life, the Virtual representation of his Awesome standing at the edge of the City the rookies had been tasked to clear of hostiles; beside his virtual 'machine, Lei's simulated mech also flickered into view as her own simpod finished powering up and synchronizing with the ongoing engagement. Toggling to OpFor comms, Erich spoke quietly. "Ladies. Gentlemen. Let us give the fresh recruits a proper welcome to the company."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 07:36:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.scificool.com/images/2013/07/Billy-Burke-in-Revolution.jpg)</div> One of the lessons that David Sharpe's father had taught him was that punctuality mattered for a lot in a first impression. It was a lesson that he'd kept in mind in his impromptu and somewhat unplanned mercenary career, one that had helped him land his first job when he'd turned up early to an interview in a crisp suit. His competition had arrived late, hung over, and wearing tattered fatigues.<br><br>As such, he was quietly scowling to himself as he entered the Atros facility, following directions to the pods occupied by the Old Bones group. Any effort at looking good was hampered by the fact that he not only had missed the welcome party last night, but had then turned up too late for simulator practice. <em>Dad would kill me,</em> he considered. <em>If the damn Clanners hadn't gotten to him first.</em> One of the problems with space travel was that there was no such thing as a 'short delay', and he was experiencing the results of that problem right now.<br><br>He'd sighted a flame-haired officer in a black jumpsuit, which fitted the description of Ranna Krannok, one of his superiors in the unit. <em>Try to make up for lost ground, I guess,</em> he told himself as he approached, noting that she was currently running the simulator, presumably directing the exercise that he was meant to be a part of. “David Sharpe.” he began, no offering his hand as to not distract her from the task at hand. “New recruit. I'll start by apolgising for my lateness.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 08:55:31</strong>
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				Gregory<br>Location: Artos<br>Tagging: Recon Lance<br><br><em>Crap, why are we charging them, we need to draw them back to the heavies.&nbsp; Too late now, we're too close already.</em>&nbsp; Gregory pushes his bushwacker at top speed and a random course, trying only to stay at long range, and make sure his lance-mates don't get swarmed.&nbsp; His first salvo managed to damage the skirt on one of the missile boats harassing them, immobilizing it, but not eliminating it.&nbsp; The rest are moving too quickly for an effective missile barrage to be helpful.&nbsp; Gregory knows he is an above average pilot and shot, but not a great one.&nbsp; He is good enough to 'make the mech look good without stealing the spotlight'.&nbsp; Unfortunately at these speeds and range his accuracy will suffer.... a lot.&nbsp; With this in mind, he tries to conserve ammo, sticking mostly to his ER large laser, and occasionally firing the light gauss rifle when one of the tanks slows.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 12:14:20</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility<br>0600 hrs March 6th<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br><em> "Heading down to the Pods. Wonder how the Rookies will react to PPC overload. Don't let things get easy on 'em."</em><br><br>"I never do!"&nbsp; She said with a smirk as she started adjusting the formations for the armored assault forces.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>The Vedettes continued to move and shoot as the heavies entered the fray.&nbsp; The Harassers took advantage of the open terrain and used the area to open up hard on the larger mech as the Condors moved into max effective range.&nbsp; Each of the tanks and hovercraft made a point of staying on the move as much as possible as they fired trying to wear down the mech armor as much as possible, while continuing to move back towards the main group.&nbsp; A few of the Condor's moved in close to the spread out recon lance and pounded away as much as they could hoping to do critical damage before pulling back out once the fight got too heavy.&nbsp; Focusing most of their attention on the Bushwacker and Wolfhound with their heavy AC5 cannon and medium lasers scoring random hits on legs and torsos while calling in fire for the Harassers on the heavy lance.<br><br><hr><br>"Vicegrip telemetry reports the Assault vehicles are ten kilometers from the city and fifteen from the HPG station.&nbsp; We also have indications a dropship just did a low level pass over the city."&nbsp; She made sure a small portion of the main column pulled off and set up positions in the city while the larger force continued to the HPG station.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“David Sharpe. New recruit. I'll start by apolgising for my lateness.”</em>&nbsp; He new arrival barely registered with Ranna while she was scanning the mission board.&nbsp; She remembered Walt mentioning something about a late add, but hadn't really thought about it till now.&nbsp; "We'll talk about that later.&nbsp; Go up to the review lounge and watch the fight.&nbsp; Take good notes, I won't be easy on you next fight."&nbsp; With that she turned back to the mission board preparing things for the next phase.&nbsp; The tech had changed the OpFor mechs over to the active server and now it was time to unleash hell.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 12:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass had watched the situation go from bad to worse to downright crazy as the lance had run into a few scouts and they, in turn, had run to their friends. Now they were being swarmed by a mess of Scorpions, Condors and Harassers, all weak vehicles that were designed to be used in massive packs. This certainly qualified as a massive pack’ now as the lance was being pelted with Autocannon and Missile fire.<br><br>She slowed the <em>Dragon Fire</em> down, looking for something that could be cover on the frigid tundra plain. A low hill, large rock, low depression or the like would be perfect, allowing her to protect her ‘Mech while keeping up the distance. The <em>Dragon Fire</em> was built for long-range fire, so Cass saw no reason to close in and let herself be surrounded. “ECM is online”, she added as they advanced, not sure how much effect the system would have on the low-tech vehicles but also knowing that every little bit helped. <br><br>Picking out targets, Cass switched the LB-X autocannon over to cluster rounds, focusing on landing shots rather then killing damage. Besides, with the fragmentation shots, the chance of jamming a turret or blowing a track got that much better, and a crippled opponent was less of a threat then an active one. The Gauss rifle and cannon fired, shots spraying across a Condor’s bow before the rifle slammed into its turret.<br><br>“Let’s stomp ‘em flat!” She called out, confidence in her voice. Despite the numbers, Cass was feeling good.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 16:47:14</strong>
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				<br>Robert watched with awe as the Atlas began going top speed toward the enemy. Thoughts raced through his head to and images of how that thing must look like as it leaned forward and began running at you with a cold skull head dome. Just thinking about sent chills down his spine. What finially woke him was a message from that monsters pilot named Alroy. Robert turned up the comms volume to hear what he was saying.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190867.msg9313898#msg9313898">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 11-12-2013, 03:05:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Recon's job to find the reds, our job to kill them. Heavy lance, match my flank speed, maintain formation and take out those missile boats and their escorts."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Robert replied, "This is Seawolf I will keep my distance due to I have longer range guns than they do. Oh Vice I am staying connected to recon com channel to keep an eye on them." Due to the weather wasn't very good to see at long range, Robert relied on his sensors to aim. The large targets were marked as the team while the smaller wasnt. Trusting instincts, Robert aimed for the targets keeping their distance from recon. When he saw one start turning to fire off a salvo, He let loose both PPCs again. This time they both impacted on the center of the vehicle. With a redish glow from the impact followed by a boom, a smile rose from Roberts lips knowing he had more range than they do. The marauder only stopped to shot a salvo of ER PPCs every so often. The next two volleys missed but the last got so close to the Harassar that the virtual paint is peeled off by the heat. Robert noticed that the weather was helping his heat but didnt stop it from climbing by link firing both PPCs in rapid succession. After the forth volley, he didnt shot anymore let alone stop until his heat build up was gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 19:07:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Artos<br><br>With the Packrat destroyed by Recon, Ivan kept formation with the other members of his star, looking for new targets. When the LRMs started flying, he trained his own launcher at their source, still following unit, but spreading out a little to prevent being caught in spread. The news of a DropShip pass, though... "Ivan. Suggest watch adds." He flicked his comm switch back off line when his sensors told him he had LRM lock. With the others having opened fire, he sent a volley back into the formation of missile launchers, hoping to knock one or two of them out of the fight. His autocannon found a Vedette tank, and he triggered a burst of shells, hoping to knock the thing out of the fight effectively - most of his long-range capacity required ammunition, and he had the sinking feeling he might want his ammo later. Still, these tanks needed to be taken out now... his LRM flight impacted, scattering around the support launchers, but failing to do decisive damage. He did better with direct fire, knocking the turret off a Vedette, and went to look for a new target.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 01:47:22</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lei, Artos w/ Erich</span><br><br>"No good places to trap them?" Lei looked thoughful again as she pulled the cooling vest on over the thin athletic top she had been wearing under the jumpsuit. "I would think that as we are about to enter the battle, the <em>Vedettes</em> should fall back into the city. Let the <em>Harrassers</em> buy them time to take up positions with buildings for cover, then sweep out to the sides so they can continue to pick at the enemies flanks."<br><br>She continued even as she was climbing in to the pod and firing up the simulated version of her <em>Warhammer</em>, "Even if we have no terrain to trap them, with a city and even low hills, we should be able to pick an approach that will put deep snow drifts between ourselves and the enemy force. Anything to slow them down so we have longer to hammer them with our PPCs. If we can manage an L-shape crossfire with the tanks in the city, that should help to pin them while the Clanners move in to attack."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 02:17:34</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility<br>0600 hrs March 6th<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>The remaining Condor's and Harassers turned back towards the mech group, taking advantage of the obvious confusion and chaos in the ranks as they fired off a massed salvo of steel, missiles and lasers at the Wolfhound and Bushwacker before turning back towards the city.&nbsp; Pushing at high speed they swarmed around the retreating Vedette tanks as they broke to full speed across the frozen ground, finding a paved road heading towards the city to exploit.&nbsp; The city was off in the distance framed on the left side by a high mountain range and on right by a smaller growth of rising hills behind which the massive HPG dish was hidden.&nbsp; In the distance with enhanced optics one might see the Leopard Class dropship slowly pulling away from the deeper regions of the city into the clouds.&nbsp; The column of Harassers, Condors and Vedette's quickly pulled out of max range after firing on final salvo at the pursuing mechs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 03:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Brooklyn barked out <strong>"Roger that"</strong> on the comms as he maintained pace with the lieutenants Atlas.&nbsp; Flicking on his AMS as well, he began to try and see if he could spot out any of the enemy vehicles.&nbsp; Forced to rely more on sensors than his own eyes in order to place his shots as they moved, Brooklyn let instinct and combat experience take over, feeling himself distance away as he focused on the battle itself.&nbsp; With a cold, analytical mind, he heard his AMS spit round after round as it shot down incoming missiles, easing the pressure off of the heavy lance.&nbsp; Coolly, he aimed his gauss rifle, slowly squeezing the trigger and feeling the thump of recoil as it fired.&nbsp; The shot dug a large channel beside a Harasser, throwing up clouds of ice and snow.&nbsp; As it tried to move away, Brooklyn squeezed the trigger again and watched as the metal slug punched through the vehicle and cast virtual slag and snow around.&nbsp; A third round reduced another Harasser to wrecked metal, but the fourth shot went wide as the vehicles began to pull away.<br><br><strong>"Sir, any shots I make now would be a waste,"</strong> Brooklyn reported. <strong>"I think they're peeling away to the city."</strong><br>Looking at his sensors, Brooklyn was almost positive that was the case.<br><strong>"With two AMS, we can weather any missile barrages they have sir.&nbsp; However, we may be moving into a reinforced positions.&nbsp; Given that we still haven't confirmed any mech presence, a likely scenario is them already being bunkered down.&nbsp; Your orders sir?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 07:54:43</strong>
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				Gregory<br>Location: Artos<br>Tagging: Recon lance<br><br><em>Crap, crap, crap, crap, creamed crap on toast with a slice of cheese.&nbsp; And.... they're out of range. Roger's out and Allis didn't step up.&nbsp; Lets see, I've taken a few hits, mostly missile.&nbsp; Pretty scattered.&nbsp; I'm not in too bad of shape right now.&nbsp; More intense maneuvering than I've tried before.&nbsp; Saved my ass, but I didn't hit shit.&nbsp; Ammo's doing ..... ok... looks like I burned about a quarter of it.</em>&nbsp; With much hesitation (he did not want to end up an officer) Gregory opens his comm to the rest of his lance.&nbsp; <strong>"Lets pull back to the heavy lance, try to keep them from being flanked as they enter the city?</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 16:25:30</strong>
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				Alroy felt the big, ponderous Atlas shudder under him as its AMS screamed out a cloud of flak towards the last of the incoming LRM salvos - most got shredded, but a few made it in to leave explosive pockmarks across his shoulder, and he slowed slightly to let the rest of the impromptu formation redress ranks.<br><br>"Caution noted, Ivan Wolf, and accepted. The real enemies have hit the field somewhere, and they'll be waiting for us. Likely in the city, where the tanks retreated, but we can't count on it...I have on reasonably good authority that the enemy commander is often prone to doing what one would least expect of them."<br><br>"Good thinking, Payday. Even with our weight of metal, walking headfirst into a full Leopard's worth of Mechs of unknown tonnage in addition to whatever might have been in the assault formation already won't be pretty. Instead, we're going to execute the first Lesson from Uncle Alroy - when you know your enemy has stacked the deck, flip the table over. The HPG compound is our secondary priority target, and it's spaced far enough away from the city proper that they can't bombard it without leaving the cover the city gives them. Reform square, bring the Recons in to scout our path, and we're rushing the compound. Stomp whatever's guarding it flat, then we can think about getting fancy against the reds holed up in the city itself."<br><br>"Babh, I'm going to want a volunteer from Recon to watch the city perimeter and spot anything that looks like it might be heading to the HPG before we get there. Rest of your lance can roam our fringe and watch for flankers and more hidden sapper teams."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 01:31:28</strong>
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				Stanislav sat with his feet on the dash and listened to the radio chatter from the simulated ground company that made up the majority of the OpFor. The pencil in his hand scribbled furiously across the pad in his lap, noting every sighting of the "enemy" mentioned. He had a map on display that pretty much showed the same thing, but he liked being thorough with intel. His mind was creating a picture of the battlefield and he grinned widely. It would seem like the rookies were falling into the trap. "Wake up, Coyote!" Chzorda called out of the tightbeam to his other two points at the secluded spot a bit away from the battle were they had powered down in wait. "It's about time we move out. We get veal for dinner today..." Slowly the three 'Mechs stirred and began trudging out towards the thunder of battle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 06:48:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.scificool.com/images/2013/07/Billy-Burke-in-Revolution.jpg)</div> Following Ranna's entirely understandable dismissal, David had been up in the lounge and watching the simulated battle unfold. It was interesting to behold, telling him a lot about the people that he'd be working with, one way or another. Not only would he see how they handled themselves in a battle, but he'd also see how Ranna ran the enemy force and controlled it, and what sort of situation she was willing to put her recruits into for the sake of training.<br><br>“No-win scenario.” He told himself, as he watched. “Shows them what they can't just wade through and what their limits are. Harsh first lesson, but they have to take their bumps somewhere.” Personal experince told him that it was better that something like this happened in the Sims then in real life, and that if the recruits learned anyhting from this, it would be a good exercise.<br><br>For his part, David had allready learned a lot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 07:03:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br>Location: Artos <br>Tagged: Open<br><br><br><em>There were words for this</em>, Ailis thought to herself - not without a thread of morbid amusement - as she hit a couple of keys that would let her 'watch' the rest of the battle unfolding, after a couple of shots did for the legs of her 'Mech. <em>Get Elizabeth on the range - girl needs to learn to shoot straight, whatever else happens</em>. She chuckled, not unkindly, as she watched the rest, and took notes. <em>Urf. And while I'm at it, get m'self out on the range - that was terrible! Tch, all that time in transit and I go and do THAT. Blind an' stupid... Mebbe I will borrow a page from that spotted Sassenach and go see if I can't bounce one or th' other of 'em off the mats, seems t' help them stay in form...</em> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 07:09:05</strong>
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				The simpod bucked and shuddered slightly to imitate the uniquely rolling gait of Erich's chosen Assault 'mech, his 80-ton machine not the tallest, or the Widest, but likely one of the meanest in the relatively narrow category of 'Walking Defensive Emplacement'. His Eighty-ton 'mech was never going to outpace anything that wasn't an Urbanmech, but the veteran pilot's sharp eyesight and steady hand ensured that he could pick shots with relative aplomb.<br><br>His plan, so to speak, relied in part on the sensor feeds from the allied vehicles that were retreating towards the city, allowing him to keep an eye on the movements of the two lances, even as he could keep his massive 'mech behind cover; currently, his Awesome was sheltering behind a 'virtual' Snowdrift nearly as tall as the 12-metre 'mech, having edged into a flanking location that would allow him to simply bull through the mass of snow to surprise any pursuers of the vehicular contingent. He had ordered the Three clanners under his command to detach and secure the HPG facility as well, assuming that whomever was in overall command of the 'attacking' force would go for the secondary objective first, due to the hope that it would be less-defended than the city itself.<br><br>Toggling his Comms to a tight-beam towards Lei's own mech, Erich couldn't help but allow some mirth to creep into his voice. "So, they either charge into the city, or charge over the hill for the HPG. If the latter, we walk through the drift and backshoot whomever's closest, the set the animals loose. If the former, well, we'll still walk through the drift, but we will be getting frontal shots instead."<br><br>Flipping his comms to the General Lines open to everyone in the Sim, he let a Low, Deep chuckle rumble through his chest, the laugh sounding exceptionally sinister, even for a Steiner-born warrior. Flipping the comms back to the Opfor-only line, he simply waited, wondering how the rookies would react to him using the sim's own communications to try to unnerve them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 09:07:25</strong>
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				Gregory<br>Location: Artos<br>Tagging: Recon and Heavy lances<br><br>Gregory ponders the request for a recon mech to watch the path from the city briefly.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll take watch, I can provide more cover fire than the others if we need it"</strong>&nbsp; with that he returns to full speed and heads out to check the path to the HPG.&nbsp; <br><br>A burst of sinister laughter crackles over the com, but as he was used to having to run a little bit of sales pitch while piloting, he manages to ignore it.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I've got three mechs heading from the city to the HPG, no sign of the vehicles.&nbsp; I'm going to start firing and try to draw them back to you guys."</strong>&nbsp; At maximum range for his light gauss, where nothing else that isn't clan tech can reach, he begins firing and moving backward.&nbsp; Though his accuracy is diminished at this range, he manages to get a few hits into the thunderbolt which is the closest of the three.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 00:31:36</strong>
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				<strong>Outside Objective City/HPG generator</strong><br><br>As the Lances slowly approach the city, the small column of retreating armor and hovercraft disappear behind the buildings at the edge of the city.&nbsp; Within fifteen kilometers of the city the snow begins to slow, opening visual range considerably.&nbsp; The city is made up of a wide array of buildings from single story businesses to full towering skyscrapers.&nbsp; Most of the cities civilian traffic appears to have been evacuated from the main parts of the city when the reports of the initial landings were received.&nbsp; From this range the streets seem fairly deserted.&nbsp; <br><br>Snow drifts from the wind funnel that the two hilly ranges create have formed along the east side of the city at the bottom of the mountain range.&nbsp; Moving closer to the city, the HPG dish can be seen towering high above the slowly rising range of hills to the west of the city.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 14:03:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass rolled her eyes as she heard the chuckle on the speakers. “Somebody’s full of themselves.” She muttered as she watched the scope. “Woo, listen to me, I think I’m scary. Woooo. I have lots of adequacy issues too.” She paused a moment, wondering if her mic had been in while she spoke. <em>Totally worth it if I get bagged out for breaking radio silence or the like.</em> That bought a smirk to her face before she continued.<br><br>“Roger that.” Cass confirmed, acting like nothing had happened. “Falling in.” She opened up the throttle, the simulated <em>Dragon Fire</em> falling in step with the rest of the heavy lance as they advanced towards the city. Long-range fire from the Gauss Rifle and LBX continued, Cass taking measured shots at the defenders as they advanced, throwing in the Large Laser as the distance closed in. For now, she was keeping an eye on her ammo, wanting to have plenty in reserve. <em>No good if I’m dry before we get to the real fight.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 22:38:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Despite his own personal misgivings, Brooklyn kept silent at Alroy's orders.&nbsp; Whatever transpired, win or lose, this was just a simulation.&nbsp; All that was required of him was that he shot when he had to, and demonstrated the ability to work as a team.&nbsp; For now, he would follow orders, and execute them.&nbsp; Later, after they were debriefed, he would be able to share his own opinions if it became necessary.&nbsp; In the mean time, he maintained formation as he headed towards the HPG, trying his best to keep alert.<br><br>His focus was momentarily disrupted by the sudden laughter in the comms.&nbsp; Without even thinking about it, he flicked the comm lines off one at a time except for the lance off, until he found one that cut the laughter off.&nbsp; Waiting for a moment, he flicked it back on again, listening to see if the laughter continued.&nbsp; Satisfied that it wasn't, Brooklyn left the comm channel on and continued to march his mech on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>15-12-2013, 03:56:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Artos<br><br>Ivan snorted to himself. There was the temptation... but no, that must be Nova Cat ancestry. He firmly stomped on the brief thought of returning the favor that crossed his mind and brought his Orion around to keep formation on the advance to the HPG. He kept his missile launchers and autocannon out of his firing cycle, deciding to preserve his ammunition for the other shoe he was certain was about to drop. Seeing the funnel, he directed his 'Mech outwards - that place was too good to be true. For the defenders. "Ivan. Rec avoid bottleneck." He radio'd to the rest of his star... lance, as the Sphereborn called it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 00:44:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>With the lack of command she kicks her little mech into gear to scout out along towards the HPG, she scans ahead as carefully as she can while skittering from cover to cover. "gnat, taking point unless ordered otherwise." She checks out the signals on her allies and most seem to be in good shape after the exchange of fire with the now quickly retreating tanks.<br><br>Her few shots at the tanks had gone so wide she probably even missed the entire simulation, not a very good thing to show off but she hopes she at least can show off that she is a good scout. With a little break in the cover ahead she grits her teeth and punches the jump jets into life and she quickly covers the ground and then scrambles back into cover while slowly circling around the city that no doubt is a death trap of enemy mechs and tanks laying in wait.<br><br>"Gnat, want me to do a close run for the HPG to check or?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 03:11:19</strong>
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				"Sir." Lei replied to Erich simply, as the simulation of her <em>Warhammer</em> fell in about fifty meters behind his 'mech and matched pace. The position allowed her to react to threats on Erich's flanks and provided a buffer against any light mechs trying to get the <em>Awesome</em>. Lei's ER-PPCs gave her the range to fire at anything that got into the range of Erich's older PPCs, and the larger and much more heavily armoured <em>Awesome</em> made for a nice spot of mobile cover for her as well.<br><br>"This scenario doesn't give the rookies much of a chance, does it, Sir? They haven't even been given the benefit of any real intelligence or the support necessary to take and hold a city. Still, it will be interesting to see how they handle themselves under this kind of pressure...best we can do in a simulation, really."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 04:36:04</strong>
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				Erich chuckled quietly, watching the sensor feeds tapped in from the vehicle contingent while he listened to Lei's opinion. "You're right, it doesn't give them much of a chance at all. But, considering that our actual enemies on the field, given the chance, would give us even less of a fair fight, this is a good way to test how they handle themselves under pressure."<br><br>He paused, then grinned. "Time to go. Recon and Attack lance have both wheeled towards the HPG. Lei, concentrate fire on any stragglers; attack's <em>Marauder</em> has a gimped leg, so if you can backshoot him, you might lay him out for the fight."<br><br>He toggled comms to the short clan lance, and Ranna, acting as vehicle commander. "Clan lance; they've taken the HPG bait. Use your mobility and cover. Vehicle force; Harass until the enemy movement slows, then attack the mediums and heavies. Concentrate fire."<br><br>Throttling his 'mech forwards into, and through the 12-metre tall snowbank, Erich's vision was whited out for a few seconds as the simpod lurched, simulating the sliding traction under the assault-weight's feet, before his vision cleared, targeting crosshairs settling onto The <em>Bushwacker</em> that trailed at the edge of the pack of 'mechs heading towards the HPG. Flipping his comms to open communication, he carefully split his targeting, keeping two PPCs aiming at the <em>Bushwacker's</em> broad, low-slung backside, while at the same time, settling the remaining two PPC targeting pips on Robert's <em>Marauder</em>, the limping Heavy an opportune target.<br><br>Chuckling low and deep in his throat as his 'mech's ECM powered up, he lapsed into his native German as the clear tone of a target lock sounded in his ears. "Guten Abend, Kinder."<br><br>A moment later, Electric Hell belched forth from his 'mech, four blasts of ionized hyper-accelerated particles sent flaying towards the two targets he had chosen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 04:59:01</strong>
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				<strong>Outside Objective City</strong><br><br><hr><br><em> Vehicle force; Harass until the enemy movement slows, then attack the mediums and heavies. Concentrate fire."</em><br><br>The Harasser's and Condor's had used the cover of the city to set up contact points along the route knowing if the enemy mechs pushed for the HPG generator they would have to cut through the break between the hills and the city unless they wanted to risk the long approach.&nbsp; The Vedette's had moved into picket lines along the outer edge of the city, using the buildings as cover putting them just inside max range for their weapons.&nbsp; An umbrella of ECM and noise jammers placed along the rooftops of the nearest cities hid them till the last moment.&nbsp; The two smaller recon mechs skirted the edge of the city, but camo netting and spotters in the buildings kept them from revealing themselves too early.&nbsp; Once the main part of the assault lance entered range the Harassers let their salvo's fly, focusing fire on the bulk of the assault lance, while the Condors moved in at speed focusing on cripple shots.&nbsp; The Vedette's held fire until the Awesome lumbered through a snowbank to attack the flanking edge of the Recon lance followed closely by a Warhammer.&nbsp; Letting their salvo's loose, the Vedette's filled the air around the recon lance with metal and strobing lights.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 12:52:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> <em>Well this just went to seventeen kinds of crap,</em> Cass considered as her sensors went wild, filling up with electronic noise coming from the city and innumerable ECM modules. <em>Okay, this is nucking futs training from hell crap!</em> She wanted to scream in frustration at the hell they were being thrown into, but instead kept it contained. <em>Don’t give those arsehats the satisfaction, Cass.</em><br><br>Glancing at the damage display, she could see that her armour was beginning to thin; the light autocannon and missile fire she’d been taking wasn’t much on each shot, but there was a damn lot of them and they were vomiting shots like there was no tomorrow (Which, technically, there wasn’t as the whole virtual world stopped existing or was reset when the simulation ended, but that was beside the point). Cass concentrated fire on the Condors as they were the heaviest and the closest now, and as such, the biggest threat.<br><br>More laser and cannon fire raked over another tank, ripping it’s hoverskirt part. As the craft bottomed out, a gauss shot went through its turret, shattering it. “Yeah! Eat it, bitchcakes!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 16:36:57</strong>
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				"You know what to do Katyusha. Rabid, come with me."<br><br>The lumbering Thunderbolt started towards the battle directly, spewing LRMs even before she had visual on the targets. With such a large force on hand the enemy had no chance staying hidden for long and the missiles would rain endlessly from the heavy until it had closed ranged enough to let loose it's rather impressive arsenal. Only a dull warrior held a Bolt back like you did a Catapult. Meanwhile the Griffin and Shadowhawk took off in full speed along the edge of the battlefield, using the icy ridges and snowdrifts as cover, looking for an ideal spot to emerge and targets to take advantage of. This was the kind of hunt that Chzorda and Coyote excelled at. Sure they could punch a hole through a defensive line like no other, but unlike other Jags Chzorda didn't enjoy howling at the moon and pushing through with brute force. This was much more enjoyable.<br><br>They had made quite a way as the finally saw their chance to emerge, coming up some 500m behind and right of the rookies, while at the same time Vanya emerged straight through a chunk of ice and snow some 500m right and front of them. Here was were the almost unnatural synchronization of the Clanners came into effect. Combining the combat data all three let loose a simultaneous LRM volley of no less than 30 missiles towards Cass' Dragon Fire, the Thunderbolt adding a super-heated beam of a large laser to that. Vanya rode the tip of the heat scale as the next volley of missiles let loose, a toothy grin spreading across her face. The heat should have dissipated enough for when she arrived at medium range. And then the Dragon Fire would be toast.<br><br>Stanislav held back while Coyote screened him, seeing as his only weaponry were the PPC and LRM. The PPC that he now used towards the nicked Marauder. He could already see the trails of Erich's own lightning let loose upon it and he wasn't far behind, using reflexes honed in decades of combat to bring his own to bear and firing an intense bolt of energy towards it before disappearing behind a large chunk of ice. Coyote used his jump-jets meanwhile to gain a lot more ground towards a large snowdrift some mere 250m from the enemies. While in the air he focused his sights on the Orion of the group. That then should be the wolf-cub. He sent an AC/5 slug his way, aiming for the back of the knee joint, before landing just short of the drift, letting loose the rest of his arsenal against the same target before stepping behind the relative safety of cover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 17:12:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>"I assume no officer is left alive." She grumbles to herself and notes how Cass just opened up a little opening in the tanks and she steps out to add her own weight of wildly inaccurate fire to the fray and to her own amazement she scores a few hits that send simulated metal and tank parts into the air, her joy is short lived however as all her sensors go berserkand the clanners enter the fray.<br><br>"Well, lets see how we die a simulated death I guess."<br><br>She still doesn't see the point of this, it is a no win situation but since everyone knows it is simulated it just lacks the gravitas she has always thought a no win situation should have. It feels more like just play time, since the briefing was so short, no real.. attachment to anything.<br><br>"got your six for now Cass" she sends a short direct message and scrambles around the larger mech trying to protect her back while assessing the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 18:42:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Artos<br><br>There wasn't really much to do here. Their leadership had led them straight into an ambush, the heavy hitters were falling left and right. Ivan more or less ignored the attack on him from the Griffin, trusting his armor to hold at least long enough for him to inflict some damage on the opposing force. He targeted the incoming Thunderbolt and fired a more or less continuous stream of missiles and autocannon slugs at the 'Mech, succeeding in stripping off armor and damaging engine shielding before the sustained fire took its toll on his Orion. Two gyroscope hits in quick succession triggered his 'Mech to power down even as it tilted sideways and collapsed. the simulator pod rocking with the motion. Ivan carefully disconnected and climbed out. No point in watching - he knew how this was going to end. No, he needed to find a table somewhere and make notes. Even if noone asked him, it would be good to keep track of his observations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 20:15:19</strong>
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				<strong>"The t-bolt is the only thing hemming us in on the HPG side, heading that way to try and get out of the killbox."</strong>&nbsp; As he speaks, one of the PPC bolts heading his way hits his leg.&nbsp; <em>Crap, he'd have cored me if he hadn't split his targets.&nbsp; Overconfident old fart I guess.</em>&nbsp; Switching directions and accelerating to top speed, Gregory heads toward the thunderbolt, aiming to pass no closer than 100m while firing everything he can.&nbsp; Piggybacking on the Orion's assault of the T-bolt, he manages to expose the structure on the left shoulder before the harassing fire of the remaining tanks gets lucky and takes out his damaged leg.&nbsp; <br><br>As his virtual mech collapses, he climbs out of the pod, moving to join Ivan at a table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 20:21:45</strong>
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				Robert followed the pack of heavy mechs toward the city as fast as he could but they were going faster than the crippled marauder. Robert knew that if anything caught him like this it would be very bad. As the city came into view, Robert started looking for silhouettes. Not seeing any for now made him worry. Limping on to the city, he was now out of the formation of heavy and almost alone. As laughter began to come over the comms, Robert gritted his teeth as he flipped the comms to only lance channel. As Robert turned away to turn off the other channels, he didn't see the Awesome come up behind him. Before he knew it the two PPCs from it impacted making the Marauder faceplant into the ground. Robert jerked wildly as the pod moved about simulating the fall. The third PPC from the clanner missed due to it aimed high to hit a standing mech not one on the ground. Robert moved with haste to get back on his feet. His marauders back armor is melted slag from that hit and wouldnt take another volley like that. <br><br>The Marauder stood up and turned towards the Awesome. The heat sinks dispersed the heat from the PPC hits as quickly as they could but still it wasnt near enough for what he had planned. Robert flipped a swith on the console that says Alpha Strike and aimed at the Assault mechs center torso. With a grin on his face he pulled the trigger letting two streaks of ionized particles, a gauss accelatrated slug, and two beams of lasers screaming towards the Awesome. Robert knew this would only shake the beast up but will do damage if it hit. The heat gauge skyrocketed into the red but was quickly delt with as robert flushed the coolent to dispinse the heat as quickly as it could. Robert opened comms to the Lance, " Seawolf engaging hostile Awesome at the rear!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>17-12-2013, 01:24:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>They were doomed.&nbsp; It was a cold realization that brought out a snarl and grit teeth, but Brooklyn couldn't see any other way out as they were being outmaneuvered and flanked.&nbsp; The gamble had been a bad one, and now they were pinned down completely.&nbsp; There was nothing left but to go out with a bang.&nbsp; Turning his Jaegermech around, he aimed at the mechs that had come roaring out, the Awesome and the Warhammer, firing his gauss rifle as the enemy vehicles rained hellfire down on him, the shuddering of autocannons and missiles impacting throwing his aim off as each shot missed by the narrowest margins.&nbsp; Readings screamed angry messages, all warning about his armour being worn down from the fire.&nbsp; Pushing the tortured virtual machine as best as he could, he charged forward, knowing that there was no way that if the others fell he would make it out alive.<br><br>And then he saw the clanners appear, the hammer to the terrible anvil that was already beating them down.&nbsp; Coolly, he continued his march forward, eyes widening slightly at the barrage of missiles that came flying forward before a sudden snap decision had him move to intercept.&nbsp; His ASM fired round after round, but it wasn't enough as missiles began impacting, blowing off more armour.&nbsp; And there were still more as the ASM ran out of ammo, and his vision blackened as his virtual mech was destroyed.<br><br>Sitting back in his seat, Brooklyn stayed in the simulation pod in silence.&nbsp; Now that it was all over, there was only frustration left.&nbsp; The entirety of his contributions were two Harrassers killed and dying badly.&nbsp; In terms of demonstrating his skills, that had been an incredibly poor showing.&nbsp; Were there excuses?&nbsp; Yes, plenty.&nbsp; Was he satisfied with any of them?&nbsp; No, not really.&nbsp; Running the simulation through his head again, he tried to determine if there had been anything he would have done differently.&nbsp; Yes, he could have acted differently.&nbsp; None would have made a difference in the end, but he could have done more.&nbsp; Brooklyn didn't relish the debriefing.<br><br>Bringing his hands up behind his head, Brooklyn closed his eyes and took a nap, waiting until it was all over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>17-12-2013, 03:30:51</strong>
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				Alroy just rolled his eyes at Erich's attempt at ominous laughter. It confirmed his suspicion that the OpFor wasn't exactly playing fair with the comm lines, but how far they'd gone he couldn't tell.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190867.msg9329794#msg9329794">Quote from: Andi on 15-12-2013, 03:56:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Artos<br>&nbsp;For the defenders. "Ivan. Rec avoid bottleneck." He radio'd to the rest of his star... lance, as the Sphereborn called it.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Good thinking, Ivan Wolf. Heavy lance, swing west as we approach the HPG - try and avoid getting ourselves pincered between the armor and whatever's in the compound."<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Gnat, want me to do a close run for the HPG to check or?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Good thinking, Gnat. Let's not walk in any blinder than we have to."<br><br>His reinforced lance started to curve sideways, building some distance from the city - predictably, that was exactly when all hell broke loose. The unmistakable boxy sillhouette of an Awesome belched particle beams out of its snowbank camouflage on the lance's flank, with Lei's Warhammer at his shoulder. Robert's injured leg betrayed him and took a face-first dive into the packed snow, Ivan and Brooklyn lost armor by the ton as the devastating ambush took effect simultaneously with the appearance of three more hostiles from the HPG compound itself.<br><br>Zeroing in on Vanya's Thunderbolt, Alroy threw a Gauss slug into the Clanner's center mass, flushing his LRM-20 rack in its wake to seek out a possible breach in the Heavy mech's armor, but the wash of heat and light from Ivan and Brooklyn going down threw off his aim, and Robert's heat levels were so high he was likely to cook himself off.<br><br>"Seawolf, bail out. You're running hotter than a Mizar beach babe, and I can see daylight through the holes in your torso." He spun as he talked, trying to find an angle where his own vulnerable rear wasn't pointed at a hostile, and failing with the reappearance of the Condors and their surviving Harasser escorts.<br><br>On the officer's comm channel, "Ranna, might as well kill the sim. I think this lesson's taught all it can teach for now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>17-12-2013, 04:12:53</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility<br>March 6th<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><br><hr><br><em>"Ranna, might as well kill the sim. I think this lesson's taught all it can teach for now."</em><br><br>Ranna cringed as she watched the virtual representation of the battle play out on her scopes.&nbsp; She didn't feel bad having thrown the book at the newbies, it was her job to test their skills and what better way to test them than in a relatively unwinnable scenario.&nbsp; It was obvious that they had some work to do.&nbsp; She was just glad they had found out how bad things were before the company met a real threat.&nbsp; The Bones had been luck in the recent years, but the first few years of rebuilding had been rough for everyone.&nbsp; Ranna vowed not to let that happen again.<br><br>Nodding to the tech with a grin, the familiar background hum of the sim modules went silent as the sims all came to a shop and froze.&nbsp; Flipping a switch, the Simulator comm system clicked on as she made an announcement to all of the pods and the break room.&nbsp; "Ok, Bones.&nbsp; Collect your thoughts and meet me up stairs in the review room.&nbsp; Lance Commanders be ready to discuss ROMS."&nbsp; Ranna clicked off the speaker as she finished making notes on her clipboard before turning for the door.&nbsp; "Prep scenario three bravo and warm up pod seven for me will you?"&nbsp; She asked the tech with a warm smile before she headed up stairs to the debrief room where the new recruit who had shown up late should have been watching the chaos.&nbsp; <br><br>Arriving in the room she saw him watching the last few moments of the sim as it wound down.&nbsp; She smiled knowing that the Jade Falcon warriors would be seriously unhappy about turning off the sim prior to finishing their prey.&nbsp; She knew that even though they hated simulation training, they were still Clans and they still needed the kill.&nbsp; She made sure the grin from her thoughts disappeared from her face as she entered the room.<br>"I hope you have a good reason for missing the meeting yesterday and for being late today?&nbsp; I also hope you took good notes.&nbsp; You're my shadow in the next scenario."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>17-12-2013, 12:46:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> “Thanks for that, Liz!” Cass called out as she continued moving, the <em>Dragon Fire</em> hopping around as best it could as she sought cover on the outskirts of the city. Her armour was a ragged mess now, the ammo well past what she’d wanted to keep for the ‘real’ fight. The only upside was heat; Copperhead ran cool most of the time, and the only way she’d heat up was if she was constantly alphaing, and that would need her to get close enough to the enemy to bring the pulse lasers to bear. Not a part of her plan.<br><br>Of course, engine damage could also fix that. <em>Things to keep in mind</em>, she told herself.<br><br>The shifting situation was rapidly making a victory untenable, but also making it clear that they were never meant to ‘win’ to begin with. That didn’t mean that she couldn’t take a few with her and score as many victory points as possible. More rounds peppered a fresh Condor, slicing through its flank armour only to have the Gauss track high, the silvery bolt fly off into the distance. “Damn it!” Cass called out as she tried to turn to track it, keeping her sights on the craft as the cannons releoaded and recharged. “Come on...”<br><br>Alarms went off, the pod rocking as a brace of missiles and cannon fire ripped into the Dragon Fire’s side. Red lights came on across the board as the LB-X cannon and the arm it was contained in vanished, torn apart by a pack of Condors and Harassers. “Ah poop.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>17-12-2013, 17:52:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: Artos<br><br>The announcement to gather for review disturbed Ivan's work momentarily, then he returned to it, jotting down further notes. The orders had been to collect their thoughts, and that was exactly what he was doing. He finally got to his feet a few minutes after the announcement and headed towards the review room, fully expecting to be one of the last ones in, if not actively 'late' to whatever the officers had planned this time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 01:21:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Brooklyn's eyes snapped open as soon as he heard the captain's voice.&nbsp; Grumbling lightly, he popped open the simulation pod, his boots making a loud thump as he hopped out.&nbsp; He gave the nearest tech a nod as he marched up towards the reviewing room, wondering if the simulation looked even worse to an outsider compared to being on the receiving end of a neatly executed ambush.&nbsp; Well, he would get a viewing of his own lackluster performance, able to watch it with the benefit of hindsight.<br><br>As he headed into the room, he also threw off a quick salute, his hand going upwards before remembering that the captain preferred otherwise.<br><strong>"Sir,"</strong> was all he said as he gave the captain a nod and found a table to the side to sit down at.&nbsp; His back was ramrod straight, hands held together on the table as he patiently waited for others to arrive and the debriefing to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 05:16:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>"SHIT" She curses loudly as another friendly drops off coms and its signal turns black on her readout, the temperature in the pod is growing steadily as her simulated guns are pumping round after round towards the tank. Most go way off target but enough hit to send another tank into a pretty fireball that is slowly going skyward.<br><br>But she doesn't have much time to enjoy the sight as a hail of missiles and incomming fire lights up her sensors and the alarm blares in her ears, "fuckfuckfuckfuck" she looks around as fast as she can and kicks her little metallic legs as the jump jets fire spiking the temperature to the point that she has to wipe salty sweat out of her eyes, "please please" she whimpers as her mech touches down while getting pelted with shrapnel and dirt. Thankfully before she can do anything else the sim freezes and she is told to report for debriefing.<br><br>"hotter then a whores ass in here" the tech helps her out and hands her a large bottle of water to suck down, she only chuckles at him "well yeah.. I think I lost some&nbsp; weight though, who needs a sauna eh?" She grins at him and heads over to report in with the other newbies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 07:45:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.scificool.com/images/2013/07/Billy-Burke-in-Revolution.jpg)</div> The simulated battle had been... interesting. Informative. Educational. And a number of other things that David could think of, but all of which told him a lot about both the people he'd be working for and the way that they thought. The deathtrap scenario had been fantastically constructed, with very clever use of terrian, low-quality units en-masse and the hidden ECM units to give the defenders an advantage.<br><br>For their parts, the newcomers had fought fantastically, managing to do quite a lot for the situation they'd been in. The tattooed redhead, for example, had left an impressive number of dead hovers in her wake, while the man in the modified <em>JagerMech</em>, while yes going down, had done his best to hold his ground with the odds stacked against him. <em>Don't give up, don't decide a situation's hopeless and keep fighting as long as you can. Again, reminds me a lot of my old man.</em><br><br>Wheater that was a good thing remained to be seen.<br><br>He was snapped out of his examination by the arrival of the officer he'd spoken to before. Standing, he offered her a nod. “Dropship developed&nbsp; a malfunction en-route that left it stuck in orbit.” He explained. “So that left me up there for hours with nothing to do but wish I was anywhere else.” He quickly fell into step behind her as she headed for the pods. “Hopefully I'll be able to make up for that next time.”<br><br><em>Because when a gorgeous redhead tells you to do something, you do it.</em> he told himself with a barely-suppressed smirk. <em>And heaven forbid that you talk back</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 15:05:52</strong>
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				"You might as well have pulled them into our Betelgeuse-ROM, Ranna." Walter had stood silently by the door as she marched in, leafing through some of the papers he had gotten in return from the MBRC. He was just clad in civilian clothes for the day, no ranks or anything. Sometimes it was just nice having on a pair of slacks and a shirt, even though the slowly growing belly only accentuated the fact that his beard and hair were more parts grey nowadays. "I know you wanted to teach them a lesson, but be wary of upsetting the rookies and taking chunks out of the egos of our officers..."<br><br>He smiled a little as he made his way up next to Ranna and handed her a part of the paper bunch. "Here's your share. It must be done before the end of the week. Also, Janos landed this morning with some new toys he wanted to share with us all. So he'll set up the shop, so to say, in the MechBay while you are simulating. From what I have seen, you'll all be at least interested in it..."<br><br>The door opened again and the Clanners entered, whispering to each other, covered in sweat from the simulation with the stock 'Mechs. They didn't show it on their collars, but they were rather happy with their part of the sim. It was easy for Inner Spherers to believe that they would throw a fit over the premature ending of the sim, that they would be up in arms over being placed in stock IS 'Mechs. That would have been the stereotype. But the trio had been oddballs already when they were part of the Clans. Seven years of bondage to an Inner Sphere mercenary company hadn't really made them more towards that stereotype. They were just very proud of their heritage and one of them wore it so proudly it had become a sore spot for the officers. Chzorda stopped and saluted Walter and Ranna, the two others following example.<br><br>"Rep for debrief, Captain Krannok. We have compiled our input on the scenario and will share it if you so wish during the debrief."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 17:09:23</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><em>"You might as well have pulled them into our Betelgeuse-ROM, Ranna.&nbsp; I know you wanted to teach them a lesson, but be wary of upsetting the rookies and taking chunks out of the egos of our officers...Here's your share. It must be done before the end of the week. Also, Janos landed this morning with some new toys he wanted to share with us all. So he'll set up the shop, so to say, in the MechBay while you are simulating. From what I have seen, you'll all be at least interested in it..."</em><br><br>It seemed funny to Ranna that Walt mentioned her Betelgeuse Scenario and the objective of that scenario in the same thought.&nbsp; Had she presented the Betelgeuse scenario to the rookies none would have survived.&nbsp; They'd faced half the threat the company actually face on Betelgeuse and walked away missing three.&nbsp; It was missions like this that had driven Ranna to insisting that new recruits go through sim training before hitting the field.&nbsp; <br><br>"Had I put them through Betelgeuse they would have been slaughtered, not just thumped.&nbsp; And don't worry about pissing them off.&nbsp; If they can't take it, they don't need to be here.&nbsp; By the way, regarding taking chunks out of people, we need to talk about Robert."&nbsp; She ruffled through the paperwork that Walt gave her, not looking forward to this part of her responsibilities.&nbsp; <br><br>The door opened again and the Clanners entered, she barely looked up knowing who was coming.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Rep for debrief, Captain Krannok. We have compiled our input on the scenario and will share it if you so wish during the debrief."</em>&nbsp; She nodded softly to the Clanner, barely giving him any acknowledgement.&nbsp; She respected their skill, but to her they still hadn't proven themselves equals because of their pompous attitude and superiority complex.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 17:30:07</strong>
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				"Perhaps some of them won't fit our bill. I was hoping to get a chat with that Elizabeth about her experiences. Or rather lack of it. But I have to say, I was impressed by her performance with that Tarantula..." Walter watched Ranna as she dismissed the Clanners and they walked of to their own corner with a few mutters. "But then again, I know three that have fit our bill for several years. It's just that we are just as pretentious as they are about the whole thing. Have you ever talked to Sterber or Coyote when Chzorda isn't around? Would you be surprised that one of those three grows potted plants in their rooms when they are not on duty..." He looked distant for a while before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I'm just rambling by now. Don't worry about the paperwork, I sat down for an hour and went through everything, you and Erich are a perfect fit for what you've gotten, the rest I left for me. You need this time to get the Rookies going after all."<br><br>He took Ranna by the shoulder and lead her away from David and the techs for a moment. "So, about Robert. Is there something I need to know about him before I sit down with him today? Or would you rather like to handle him yourself?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 18:36:29</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><em>"Perhaps some of them won't fit our bill. I was hoping to get a chat with that Elizabeth about her experiences. Or rather lack of it. But I have to say, I was impressed by her performance with that Tarantula...But then again, I know three that have fit our bill for several years. It's just that we are just as pretentious as they are about the whole thing. Have you ever talked to Sterber or Coyote when Chzorda isn't around? Would you be surprised that one of those three grows potted plants in their rooms when they are not on duty...I'm sorry, I'm just rambling by now. Don't worry about the paperwork, I sat down for an hour and went through everything, you and Erich are a perfect fit for what you've gotten, the rest I left for me. You need this time to get the Rookies going after all."</em><br><br>Ranna found it funny he mentioned getting Starber and Coyote alone without Chzorda, it never seemed the three were ever more than about ten feet apart at any given time.&nbsp; She'd wanted to talk to the other two who always seemed at odds with their defacto leader's choice of approaching the unit.&nbsp; She wondered how things would change if someone were to take him out of the picture.&nbsp; Would they be more friendly members of the unit?&nbsp; "I'm not so worried about Elizabeth.&nbsp; Her skills as a recon outweigh her need to shoot.&nbsp; We'll clean that up." Her voice shifted to a whisper. "As for Sterber and Coyote, it might serve the company if we took Chzorda out of the picture. " She shook her head with a smile. <br><br>He took Ranna by the shoulder and lead her away from David and the techs for a moment. <em>"So, about Robert. Is there something I need to know about him before I sit down with him today? Or would you rather like to handle him yourself?"</em><br><br>She followed as Walt took her by the shoulder and lead her away.&nbsp; She had a hard time letting stupidity undermine the way the unit worked but sometimes she needed to say something.&nbsp; "His behavior last night and the way he was acting today in the sim has me concerned.&nbsp; I think we promoted him too early, especially not having a proper position to put him in.&nbsp; With Alroy and Erich heading up the heavy units, Roberts feeling the need to be in charge, but there's really no place for him and my feeling is he's acting out to seem important.&nbsp; I had to blow out his knee in the sim to get him out of Ailis chili.&nbsp; I'd take care of it myself, but I'm just as likely to belt him as I am to talk to him."&nbsp; She shrugged adding her usual mischievous smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 19:24:25</strong>
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				Gregory<br>Artos Training Facility<br>Debriefing room<br><br>Gregory enters the debriefing room with the rest and patiently waits for it to start.&nbsp; <em>First problem, chain of command.&nbsp; Heavy lance was fine, but recon.... </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>19-12-2013, 04:10:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>Still sucking down the water Elizabeth enters the debriefing room and seeing the officers smartly snaps to attention while trying to not spill any of the water, like most pilots after a grueling session she is soaked in sweat making her hair stick to her face. Her comfortable clothing rather soaked as well to the point of her nipples being quite visible through the fabric as she sinks down at the table with an exhausted sigh.<br><br>She gives the clanners a long look as they seem all smug and assholeish to her eyes, and she decides that she has now coined the word assholeish and it suits them just fine. Being.. assholes.. and.. .. ish! Yes. Thankfully she doesn't say anything out loud as lets face it her thoughts kinda lack the zing to make them do anything but laugh as she would sound like a little child having a temper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>19-12-2013, 04:14:39</strong>
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				Lei's part in the sim had gone almost entirely as she'd anticipated; she'd followed Erich's <em>Awesome</em> through the snow bank and then proceeded to use the huge assault mech as mobile cover as she plugged away with dual ER-PPC blasts at whatever was the most opportune target of the moment, or looked at her <em>Warhammer</em> even remotely funny. Lei's 'mech had come away less a couple tons of ferro-fibrous armour, but otherwise unscathed, as Erich's much more imposing mech drew the bulk of the fire. Lei was pretty sure that at least a couple shots she'd taken had actually been aimed at Erich.<br><br>Despite the simpod doing a nice job of simulating the cold weather and the fact that Lei had never gone beyond her <em>Warhammer's</em> ability to neatly deal with heat, the heat spikes of the ER-PPCs firing had still made it warm enough that Lei was a little sweaty as she slipped out of the simpod. She towelled off and slipped the bulky jumpsuit she'd been wearing previously back on over the athletic attire she wore.<br><br>As ever, she waited to follow Erich up for the debriefing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>19-12-2013, 12:45:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass clambered out of the simulation pod, sweaty and tired but at the same time surprisingly happy for what should have been a loss. <em>They put us through crap and I got out alive,</em> she assessed as she joined the others. <em>And I killed a whole bunch of hovers for losing just an arm and a gun. That’s gotta count for something.</em> Taking a water bottle from the rack, she took a huge swig, grinning like an idiot as she did. <em>All I need to do is survive the inevitable bollocking.</em><br><br>She saw the newcomer join them, quickly looking over the man. <em>Scruffy but hunky, so that has to count for something. Of course, looks ain’t everything. Mum wouldn’t approve of me chasing a guy just for that.</em> Putting him aside, she looked to Ranna, giving the firey-haired officer a small nod. “So how did we do in there?” Cass asked, sounding hopefull. It’d be hard for anyone to have come out of that without getting their arses handed to them, but she was at least hoping for a bonus for effort.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-12-2013, 13:12:32</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"We'll talk more later if you need more."&nbsp; She left the conversation where it was as people started filing in.&nbsp; Gregory, the Bushwacker pilot was first after Chorzda and his crew.&nbsp; She couldn't help but notice Elizabeth and her perky nipples which were about as prominent as an Atlas in the middle of a recon lance.&nbsp; Ranna shifts her gaze to her clipboard once she realizes she's staring.&nbsp; The young girl hadn't made a great first impression the night before, but her piloting skills and her attitude were warming Ranna up along with other things.&nbsp; It reminded her of herself at a younger age.<br><br>As she moved towards the back of the room to wait by the door, she pressed a button on the remote she was carrying in her hand which caused the large holomonitor in the room to flicker to life, as the tape started running through the computer's three dimensional recording of the simulation.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em> “So how did we do in there?”</em>&nbsp; Cass's question caught her off guard as she almost ran into the other woman.&nbsp; This was the closest she'd been to Cass since they met and the scent of sweat and warm radiating off her body caught something in her throat before she could respond.&nbsp; She smiled, working to hide her distraction.&nbsp; "We'll have to see won't we?"&nbsp; Her grin twisted at the edges a little as she lightly touched Cass on the arm before moving to the door to wait for Erich.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>19-12-2013, 13:41:07</strong>
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				Robert watched as his volley of weapons stopped in mid air no less then 20 feet from Erichs Awesome as a sentence came across the screen. 'Simulation Over' Robert dhook hid head as he collected his thoughts on how the was overall. before he came to a conculsion of what happened, Ranna told everyone to go to the debriefing room. Robert climbed out of the pod sweaty and upset, he took off his t-shirt and grabbed a towel to clean off abit before going into the debrief room. Once he was good, he grabbed the extra shirt and his leather jacket he brought here around 4:30AM that morning when he started helping the techs. He walked into the room while putting on the muscle shirt as he looked around the debrief room at everyone pondering there thoughts. He moved to sit down anywhere there was a spot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 01:47:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> The touch was unexpected, but at the same time, not unappreciated. Cass simply gave a small smile back to Ranna, noting the contrast between the two. She was still all calm, professional, level-headed and the like, while Cass, like the other recruits were all hot, sweaty and hellish-feeling right now. <em>Guess that’s what makes an officer,</em> she considered as she nodded back in reply.<br><br>Turning away from Ranna, she glanced at one of the others present. “Hey Liz! Great work in there.” She offered encouragingly. “And nice exploiting of the gaps I made. Teamwork huh?” And then she laughed, pointing at the girl. “Just watch it with those things. You’re gonna put someone’s eye out!”<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 04:56:09</strong>
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				Erich stretched slowly as he clambered out of the simpod after the simulation had ended; stretching slowly, he worked out the kinks in his shoulders and backs; the simple fact was that the man was tall enough, and broad enough that any simpod felt cramped as hell.<br><br>In the last moments of the simulated conflict, he had fallen onto his usual habits in battle, firing at a relatively liesurely rate, but his aim being spot-on with every shot. While nothing had been outright destroyed like Robert's Marauder, Erich could claim armour damage on nearly half the company, and possibly internal damage on half of that. The main benefit of him picking his shots to spread out the punishment as much as possible however, was not in the sim itself, but in the fact that, of all the people to participate in the simulator's battle, he was pretty much the only one that was not sweaty. A part of that was due to years of conditioning caused by using his 'mech reasonably often, as well.<br><br>Pressing his hands together to unkink the muscles in his shoulders, he turned and retrived his jacket, before nodding at Lei. "Fun little romp. Probably more entertaining than actual battle to some."<br><br>Walking slowly, he fully intended to be the last person into the debrief, a small part of him hoping that the newbies and veterans talk among themselves, and one another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 06:17:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.scificool.com/images/2013/07/Billy-Burke-in-Revolution.jpg)</div> Dave joined Ranna with the others, noting the sudden swarm of redheads around him. <em>Well, this will either be very exciting or very painful,</em> he quickly assessed. <em>Probably both, actually.</em> Neither of the two girls, one with lots of tattoos and another with very perky nipples, looked like the polite, gentle or restrained society women that he'd been surrounded with since his earliest days. Certainly neither looked like they were the type that hos father would have approved of. <em>Good,</em> he told himself with the smallest of barely-seen smiles.<br><br>“David Sharpe”, he offered, introducing himself to the assembled crew. “I'm the newest member of the team, though I'm not sure of my actual assignment yet. Missed the 'meet and greet' yesterday because of a Dropship problem, as well as the first sim run.” He looked around at those present. “So hopefully, I can make up for that initial foul-up”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 09:17:20</strong>
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				As Cass starts talking with Elizabeth, Gregory realizes he had been staring.&nbsp; He shifts uncomfortably.&nbsp; <em>Ok, should I pretend I wasn't staring or just make a joke.&nbsp; Hell, its not like we'll have any room for modesty in the field anyway.&nbsp; Anything to keep the heat down.</em>&nbsp; He looks over at Cass.&nbsp; <strong>"Shhh, you aren't supposed to tell."</strong>&nbsp; <em>Ugh, now I sound like a kid.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 13:07:53</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><br>Ranna watched as the last of the company piled into the reviewing room, a still shot of the last moments of the simulation where the remaining members of the lance were being overwhelmed by constant and consuming fire from four sides.&nbsp; She continued to stare down at her clipboard making small notes regarding her assessment of the company.&nbsp; Waiting as Erich entered the room, she snagged him by the arm.&nbsp; "We need to have a discussion with the officers when this is over before the next scenario."&nbsp; She whispered to Erich before she turned to the room, moving towards the front of the room.<br>Once everyone was seated she walked to the front of the room, a smile closely resembling the Cheshire cat across her face as she looked out at the assembled mechwarriors.&nbsp; "Well I was always told to sandwich debriefs like this with good no matter how bad things were.&nbsp; So to start, considering what Erich and I threw at you, you handles yourselves ok.&nbsp; If anyone went into that sim thinking I was going to go easy on you once you got warmed up, you were sadly mistaken."&nbsp; She looked down at her clipboard for a moment to collect her thoughts.&nbsp; "You all are supposed to be mechwarriors, which means at some point you went through a significant amount of training to learn how to run a mech and hopefully the basics of combat.&nbsp; If any of you expected to come to a merc unit to learn the fundamentals, you need to walk away now."&nbsp; Pausing for a moment to let the seriousness of her comment sink in.&nbsp; "First, Recons.&nbsp; Passive sensors do nothing for you in a hostile environment.&nbsp; With visibility as low as it was relying on passive sensors is the quickest way to get one of your unit disabled without firing a shot.&nbsp; Second, Heavy and Assault mechs NEVER leads recon lances.&nbsp; If anyone was wondering why a anti-mech sapper team was waiting to strike, there's a good reason."&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna pressed a button on a remote which caused the ROM to jump to the initial reaction to the assault vehicles.&nbsp; "Upon first contact with the harassing units recon needs to pull back out of range of the long threat and let the heavy hitters move in until you can move to a flank position.&nbsp; The Wolfhound and Bushwhacker should have had enough speed and firepower to pull around the rear of the heavy lance and sweep the edge of the vehicle flank."&nbsp; She smiled as she looked over at Elizabeth.&nbsp; "And we seriously need to work on your accuracy!"&nbsp; Pressing another button, the three dimensional representation of the fight jumped to the image of the vehicles pushing towards the city at high speed with the lances following hard behind.&nbsp; "Finally, I have to admit that the HPG was the bait and the city was the trap.&nbsp; I'd be lying if I said there was an easy way to take this target without heavy casualties.&nbsp; So don't beat yourselves up to much, You weren't meant to walk away from this unscathed."<br><br>Ranna looked out at the sullen faces of the mechwarriors.&nbsp; It hadn't been a bad showing for a bunch of newbies that didn't have a lot of combat experience.&nbsp; Looking out over the crowd at the old men in the room. "Does anyone have any questions or comments?&nbsp; Erich, Alroy, as the unit commanders, do you have anything to add?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 15:26:50</strong>
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				Erich grunted quietly, then stood up as he watched Ranna's debriefing of the sim's end result. Straightening his jacket slightly as he stood, his dark gaze simply swept the room, the crow's feet at the edges of his eyes suggesting that he was measuring each of them in his own way.<br><br>"Ranna covered the basics. Now, as you lot probably guessed, that was my Awesome that laid into your flank, with Lee adding to the pain as she saw fit. And yes, that was me using the Referee channel to chuckle evilly when you took the HPG bait. Admittedly, it was intended to see if you spook over general comm channel shenanigans. And, before you stand up to shout at me Alroy, you can check the comm logs in the sim's computer to see that no, I did not tap into your inter-unit comms." Walking around the holomap, he examined it for a moment, then nodded.<br><br>"Now, let's be honest; this fight really was stacked against you. Light, Long-range, fast-moving hovercraft armed with missiles and cannons are notoriously hard to hit to begin with, and, once you combine that with weather conditions, as well as the rather open plain you trudged through, you did manage to take out a reasonably large number considering the conditions. So, as a rough point-by-point, here's what you did right, and wrong. Recon played fairly well to your strengths; you kept mobile, and, to be honest, nobody expects pinpoint accuracy anyway. But, you pressed an attack against a foe that was more maneuverable than you, which pulled you out of position, and, I might add, knocked out your actual lance lead early.<br><br>"Secondly, while you did keep up a volume of chatter within your local comms, after your lance lead was knocked out, almost all cross-communication between recon and fire lances stopped. Due to the speed disparity, Recon ended up isolating itself, and only your mobility and use of jumpjets to avoid most retaliatory fire kept you from losing more than a few limbs."<br><br>He paused, pouring himself a small glass of water and taking a sip before continuing. "Fire lance. Same basic bullshit; you got caught up in the want of hunting your enemy, were lured into a semi-dispersed position, and, when Chzorda's team popped up, you basically charged him, leaving your back open. Which is why Robert's Marauder got backshot when I walked through the snowbank. On the positive side, you immediately wheeled and opened fire instead of trying to advance while under fire from three sides; if the sim hadn't ended, you might have even breached my armour before volume of fire mission-killed you."<br><br>Another sip of water, and a quiet grunt as he shifted slightly, apparently working out an old ache. "Now, I know this probably stings, but this will save your lives in the field, so don't take it personally. Never assume that just because someone else is better at something doesn't mean you can't overlap their skills if you get seperated, or lose communication. Even when we're done with the sims, I want you to practice with what you consider your least-used or 'weakest' skills. Find a buddy whose skills complement yours and you can train one another, to an extent."<br><br>He rubbed his eyes for a moment, blinking, then nodded slightly, more to himself than anyone else in the room. "Fair warning; I'm going to ride your asses harder than Ranna does, and you're probably going to hate me for it. At the same time, I want to ensure that each and every one of you comes back after a mission in one piece. Are we clear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 17:37:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>She grins to herself as she sees Cass and Ranna do a little light flirting between them, she isn't sure they are even aware of it but it just tugs at her heartstrings. It is just so adorable, and the thought of the two of them naked and sweaty is enough to make her squirm a little. "focus... focus" she thinks to herself and looks up as Cass turns to her with a smile that makes the knees even weaker.<br><br>"see more teamwork, you keep peoples eyes from being poked out by my nipples and Ill find you things to kill." Not at all embarrassed about her nipples poking out like that and instead leans back a little bit more as she notes another of the guys looking as well, what was his name? When he teases Cass she just giggles and decides to be all mature and stick her tongue out at him before snapping to attention as the officers speak up and she drags out her notepad to make notes.<br><br>As Ranna speaks she makes notes and circles the ones where she herself failed, and then a double circle and an underlining on accuracy. <br><br>"Ma'am, yes Ma'am" she answers Ranna's comment on her accuracy and has the good taste to turn a deep scarlet in embarrassment as her accuracy percentage is flashed on the screen. Worse then abysmal, even for her. She likes to blame it on being nervous, but she is also smart enough to realize she will probably be even more nervous in a real situation and makes a mental note to push herself harder to work on it. <br><br>"She nibbles delicately on her lower lip and stares at her notes and goes over it all in her head again and again trying to find something she wishes to bring up, there are a few things she noted on the field as well. When Ailis was knocked out recon did lose it's focus and yeah communication broke down there. She also felt that there where before that perhaps to many chefs and not enough servers.. so to speak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 19:20:55</strong>
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				With the briefing started, Gregory forces himself to focus.&nbsp; <em>Ok, sort of a trial by fire to see what we're made of, rather than a chance for us to see how everyone fits together.&nbsp; Well, a bit of both really but...</em>&nbsp; After a few moments he can't help but ask:&nbsp; <strong>"So, Allis was supposed to be our lead?&nbsp; I honestly couldn't tell.&nbsp; Do we normally have some sort of chain of command so someone knows to take over if the lance lead gets taken out?"</strong>&nbsp; <em>Ok, thats awfully close to badmouthing leadership on day one.&nbsp; Not a good idea. </em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 20:19:09</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Ranna listened to Erich's assessment and his stance on training the rookies.&nbsp; She'd never disagreed with him on those two issues regardless of how they may disagree on other things.&nbsp; After the trials by fire they had in her first days with the Company, it was only fair to put them through the ringer early and weed out the weak links.&nbsp; They'd done it many times over the past few years and done pretty well for themselves.&nbsp; Had they done it earlier when the company was being put back together, it might have saved some lives and kept some people around longer.&nbsp; <br><br><em> "So, Allis was supposed to be our lead?&nbsp; I honestly couldn't tell.&nbsp; Do we normally have some sort of chain of command so someone knows to take over if the lance lead gets taken out?"</em><br><br>Gregory's question pulled Ranna out of her thoughts.&nbsp; "Ailis runs recon, Alroy runs assault while Erich usually runs Command and I generally run special tactics or support assault.&nbsp; In regards to a chain of command inside of the lance, that's up to the Lance commander to establish.&nbsp; If for some reason the Recon leadership or the Assault leadership is taken out early, it's up to rest of the lances to coordinate with Command and establish good comms and get updated orders.&nbsp; Running around by yourself without guidance is the best way to get killed quickly."&nbsp; She took a sip from a nearby bottle of water as she settled down on the edge of a nearby desk.&nbsp; "Recon and special tactics are usually given a bit of latitude to follow their own directions but only when they are maintaining command guidance.&nbsp; Anything else?
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 22:54:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Ivan arrived about half a minute after the debriefing starts, with a handful of tightly-written notes and a bottle of water. He nodded his apologies to command, then listened to the assessments. "I have a few observations of my own to offer there," he remarked, after Erich was done, and with a nod in the direction of Gregory and his questions. "If I may, Captain?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 22:57:59</strong>
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				Anything else?<br><br>"Yeah, where does Battle Armor fit in in that pyramid?"<br><br>The voice came from the doorway, a bit roughed as if its owner had a really soar throat. The owner himself was rather shorter than the average, his limbs fleshed out with the sort of thin but strong cords of muscle that a martial artist or dancer would have. In this case it was both. The traditional silver edged dark green uniform of the Capellan Confederation might have caused him trouble while he tried to make his way into the Artos facility, the company being a Fed-business, but a quick mouth and a sort of disarming charm was his main weapon of choice in that sort of situation. Once upon a time he had been very conservative with his smile, seeing as he were missing a tooth in each jaw underneath a viscous scar across the left side of his lip, but he had come to terms with the fact that even with that out of the way he would still have a big fuck-off scar across the bridge of his nose and cheeks as well. He took a step inside and gave a friendly nod and a wave to the officers. Saluting and appropriate conduct around officers was not part of Janos Ilyich Wu curriculum.<br><br>"I got tired waiting for you all back at the Redoubt, so I thought I'd swing by and see how you are doing. I see you have passed the traditional first abuse from Ranna and Erich." The Chief of R&amp;D had been away for a few years now, but he slouched down into an empty seat and gave all the familiar faces a broad smile like he had never been away at all. He was just about to put his feet up on the table when Walter cleared his throat, which exchanged his happy demeanor for a stone-face as he pulled his boots down to the floor.<br><br>"Good to see you, Janos. Now, to continue the debrief..." Walter looked around the table. "Ivan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 23:17:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>"Sir." Ivan straightened, and lowered his notes, to look around the room. "I would go farther than Captains Erich and Ranna in identifying failure. I will simply start at one end of the chain of command and work my way through to the other in identifying what I observed." He took a breath - this was likely to get him branded the nail sticking out for the foreseeable future. On the other hand, it needed to be said, and more clearly than it had been. "Starting at the individual warriors, I saw a dismal performance, including myself in that. We had a short binary of 'Mechs against a full binary of vehicles. This should have been a massacre, not the protracted affair it turned into. This means that each and every one of us must improve as individual warrior."<br><br>Ivan paused, took a sip of water, and considered whether to continue. Now he was aiming for the officers and veterans... and in his view, they deserved it. Very well, then. Sometimes, a cub must take the initiative. "There was failure at the level of star command - Captain Erich mentioned that recon engaged, instead of pulling back, when they encountered the vehicle stars. With Starcom Ailis disabled, that failure maybe does not count against her - except for getting disabled that early in the engagement. Starcom Alroy compounded the error by only halfheartedly engaging, then by taking the bait and falling into the OpFor's trap. His words were, as I recall, that he knew Erich to be a strategist who planned for the unexpected. I am not convinced it would have been possible to surprise him, but going for the secondary target while skirting the primary, without removing the enemy's eyes and ears, strikes me as not the way to do so. There was no binary command to speak of, which is in and of itself a problem."<br><br>Another pause for breath. Ivan did not look at anyone in particular, as he finished his analysis. "Finally, there was no mission command to speak of beyond the first few minutes of the engagement. While perhaps intentional, I am not sure it should have been established early on there would be oversight from a command center. I do not believe we would have won if we had been better warriors individually. But to see such a complete breakdown at all levels worries me."<br><br>Ivan falls silent, considering the room. There was one more thing. "I would like to rebut another charge laid on our feet by Captain Erich, however. I cannot speak for anyone else in this, but I did not charge the Thunderbolt out of panic or breakdown. I attacked in that fashion because the manner of attack by the 'Mech force was that of a Trial of Annihilation. One does not request hegira when one is on the receiving end. One takes as many with oneself as is possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>20-12-2013, 23:58:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>Well isnt this interesting, it seems that she isn't alone in her thoughts. What is even more interesting is the one called Janos. It seems that most here are very easy on the formality, some might say it is odd for a partygirl that rarely sleeps in her own bed to be so keen with salutes and proper form of address. But that is another Elizabeth, when on duty she is totally focused on it (well little harmless flirting aside) and when she is partying she isn't thinking about her mech. It keeps her sane, or as sane as anyone willing to pilot a deathtrap like a Tarantula.<br><br>She thinks about speaking up herself but decides to keep her mouth shut and try and figure out what the filthy clanner is talking about, you would think he would have learned the proper terms for things by now. Then again, she is surprised they taught him to use the bathroom, one clanner.. housebroken.. doesn't go on the floor anymore. She smirks but the notes on front of her quickly sobers her up. She had been to aggressive, she should have been more alert. Could she have seen the ambush sooner if she had kept all her sensors at full strength? Possibly but it would also light up her position like a beacon in the night, but.. isn't that worth it? A Tarantula is much cheaper then the other mechs, but.. she doesn't want to die. Uff.. complicated heavy stuff.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 01:22:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div><strong>"Sir,"</strong> Brooklyn snapped out as he stood up, <strong>"I'll assume that asking for comments is granting permission to speak freely.&nbsp; I would like to second Ivan's statement regarding breaking formation.&nbsp; Heavy lance did not break formation at all until we had been outflanked by both armour and mechs.&nbsp; At that point, <em>I</em> was the one to break formation.&nbsp; Please do not level criticism on the team that should be directed at the individual."</strong><br>His tone was measured, neutral, like he was delivering a report on the state of the companies laundry budget.&nbsp; His eyes however, were intensely focused on Erich.&nbsp; Not filled with anger, but just intense.<br><strong>"Also, while I do not speak for the rest of my team, I would like it to be clear that we followed the orders we were given.&nbsp; As I said before, we stayed in formation.&nbsp; In fact, the comm logs should indicate that all of our movements and changes in position followed a direct order from our superior.&nbsp; So I am forced to disagree, sir, in the assessment that we, the team, were caught up in wanting to kill the enemy."</strong><br>Brooklyn's eyes swept over Ivan, Alroy, and Cass, a piercing gaze that then softened as he nodded his head in slight respect to them.<br><strong>"What happened is that four mechwarriors with no prior history working together worked and died as a team.&nbsp; Sir."</strong><br><br>Sweeping his gaze back to Erich and Ranna, it lacked the same intensity as it had before, as if that moment hadn't happened at all.&nbsp; Instead, Brooklyn was back to being cool and distant.<br><strong>"Aside from that, I have only two more statements I'd like to make at this moment.&nbsp; One, dividing the lances by weight category I feel did not play into strengths.&nbsp; Given the command structure Captain Ranna has just informed us, I can say that I was a poor fit for Alroy's lance and my performance shows it.&nbsp; My specialty is long range support, not assault.&nbsp; If you feel that it is an area I need to work with, then I will do so.&nbsp; However, at the time, it was not my field of expertise.&nbsp; Secondly, if we are going to be run roughshod under the expectations that we are reasonably seasoned mechwarriors, then with all due respects sirs..."</strong><br>Brooklyn took a deep breath.&nbsp; This was probably not going to go over well at all.<br><br><strong>"Don't treat us like children by resorting to something used on green horn mechwarriors the first time they pilot.&nbsp; Unless things run differently here, the general comm channel was reserved for important information to pass through when I was in the military, like orders from those monitoring the simulation or instructions.&nbsp; The miss use is not behaviour I would consider befitting a superior officer, especially during what I considered a serious simulation and a test of our character."</strong><br>He paused, observing the facial expressions on everyone in the room.<br><br><strong>"Other than that, I am not surprised at all that we will be pushed hard in later training exercises.&nbsp; Given our poor performance, even with the odds stacked against us, I will agree with Ivan that we could use some more polishing.&nbsp; I look forward to working with everyone."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 02:38:52</strong>
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				The Clanners looked rather amused by the long winding criticisms pouring out of the newcomers. Perhaps it was just out of spite for their officers or perhaps they just agreed with whatever they were saying. They weren't sharing in their intents however. Walter on the other hand looked to Ivan and Brooklyn both with a stone-faced frown which was hard to read. Either he was very displeased with their objections or he were very concerned about the points they were putting forth. Janos on the other hand just grinned to himself and rolled his eyes as he cleaned out the grime underneath his fingernails. This sort of stuff always came up during the first sessions of training and the hard-ass natures of Ranna and Erich were to blame. Like This new guy said, they should stop treating every rookie to the company like a kid and actually teach from their infinite fount of wisdom from the start instead. In the end there was no real helping it and Janos wasn't a warrior. Better keep out of it.<br><br>"Interesting." Walter finally broke the silence with the most neutral word he could come up with on the fly. It was a rather lackluster response, but he had been caught off guard. It would have to do for now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 03:11:26</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Ranna considered the comments of the two new warriors, while she watched them speak.&nbsp; She wasn't too fond of the new Wolf, but some of his points were valid and astute for an unblooded Clan.&nbsp; Brooklyn's assessment was a bit over the top for her liking.&nbsp; She could see the strain growing in Erich's face as he worked to keep from responding, or throwing one through the window.&nbsp; Realizing she'd need to jump into the fray before he did she put down her clipboard on the table as they both finished speaking.&nbsp; Taking a sip of water she turned her gaze to Ivan first.&nbsp; "Some very interesting points Ivan, for a unblooded runt."&nbsp; She'd spent enough time over the last few years fighting the Clans and watching friends die to them, so it was hard for her to look past her biases, and of course she couldn't admit the abject breakdown in the leadership at the beginning of the engagement which caused a lot of the initial problems.&nbsp; "And while your perception of the situation is astute, there are things going on that you could not be aware of.&nbsp; So be careful where you toss blame.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned her eyes towards Brooklyn.&nbsp; He had more combat experience so she expected a certain level of skill and awareness on the battlefield from him.&nbsp; "And while I agree with your assessment that you fought and died as a team Brooklyn, the insinuation that we are treating you like children is disingenuous at best and at worst sounds like whining.&nbsp; She took a second sip of water so she could gather her thoughts.&nbsp; "We are a non-standard mech unit the basic premise behind being a Mercenary unit is that we have to use what we have.&nbsp; If you don't think you were used properly in the general breakout of how the unit was set up, then find a way to make where we put you work.&nbsp; We don't have the unlimited resources of the FedSun.&nbsp; We do with what we have."&nbsp; An evil twist grew at the edge of her mouth as it slowly formed into a very sinister grin.&nbsp; "And before Erich laughs at you and starts treating you like a little girl, if you don't think that blaring out scary melodrama on the common freq is something that seasoned warriors do, there's a vaporized Atlas Pilot in the Capellan Confederation that fragged three of our company who'd love to disagree with you."&nbsp; Finally settling back at the table, picking up her clipboard to review her notes one last time she looked back at Brooklyn, making sure he wasn't edging for the door.&nbsp; "But don't worry, I was treating Wolf's Dragoon pilots like this long before you ever sat in a mech and my mentor was ten times worse than me.&nbsp; So I'm sure we can come to an understanding of what I expect from all of you.&nbsp; Any other comments or questions?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 04:55:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div><strong>"Yes sir, he would love to disagree.&nbsp; It would mean he'd still be alive sir."</strong><br>The quip was out of Brooklyn's mouth before he realized it, and he blinked in surprise before reverting back to his reserved manner.<br><strong>"Sir, understood: I respect the difference in opinion sir.&nbsp; I will endeavour to take into account the limited options that this company has and demonstrate more initiative on the battlefield.&nbsp; As for treatment..."</strong><br>Brooklyn looked Ranna in the eyes before switching to Erich and then back again.<br><strong>"I can with utter confidence say that short of attempted murder, I can handle whatever you throw at me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 09:33:42</strong>
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				<strong>Brief Room: Walter, Ranna, Erich, Alroy, Ailis, Robert</strong><br><hr>"I think that is enough opinions for now. You still got two more rounds from what I am understanding." Walter Shifted in his chair and shooed everyone out of the room. "Officers stay. The rest of you go have a snack or drink in the cafeteria, we'll join you by the pods later..." He waited for the others to shuffle out, having a brief muffled argument with Janos about his status as a researcher rather than an officer and finally closed the door behind him, leaving Ranna, Erich, Alroy, Robert and Ailis to have a little talk with the boss. Walter stuffed his pipe and lit it before he reversed the ROM showing on the big screen in the room and as he pushed play again...<br><br>"<em>Robert, I've told ye before no' t' tell me my business. Try it again, an' I'm borrowin' a page from that spotted sassenach's book an' kickin' ye roun' the block! Now get yerself t' center - ye're bait.</em>"<br><br>He paused it again, puffing on his pipe for a while before making a sort of grunt.<br><br>"Had I caught you two like this in a real combat situation I would have pulled your ranks. I don't want to do that. Fix it or get used to being called Sarge. Am I clear?"<br><br>He sat down again and looked over to Ranna. "Floor's yours. Shoot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 14:11:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> The bollocking wasn’t as bad as Cass had expected, although the fact that none of it had been aimed directly at her had helped quite a lot. <em>Now weather that’s because I didn’t suck too hard in there or just because Ranna likes me is another matter.</em> It was hard to decide which was better; having an officer on your side was nice, but knowing that you weren’t a pile of crap was also very much good to know.<br><br>She headed out to the cafeteria, definitely glad for the opportunity to recoup a little after the early start and being thrown head-first into a no-win scenario. Grabbing a cup of coffee and another breakfast bar, Cass took a seat at one of the tables, eager to see who else would turn up and what they all thought aobut what had happened. <em>It’s a lot easier, after all, to talk freely when the officers aren’t around.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 15:35:49</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Ranna wasn't sure if Brooklyn's response was sarcasm, belligerence or just a long way of telling her he's on board.&nbsp; Fortunately for her Walt didn't give her time to come up with a proper response as he pushed the warriors out of the room.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't help but smile at the recording of Ailis going after Robert.&nbsp; Ailis had never been the type to just roll over and let something happen and she had the gumption to punch someone where it really hurt if she thought it would get her point across.&nbsp; For Ranna's part she realized some of the confusion had come from her not knowing if Alroy was joining them for training today.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well I think there's been enough hits on the command and control today.&nbsp; I think it's safe to say we need to present a more unified front.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 17:01:09</strong>
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				With a salute to Commander Walter, Brooklyn marched out of the briefing room in silence, heading directly for the cafeteria.&nbsp; The commander's interjection saved Brooklyn from the fall back of his statements, though he wouldn't have taken them back regardless of consequences.&nbsp; Truthfully, there was more he wanted to say, but held back on the basis that since this was their first training session together, it would be unwise to make hasty impressions of the officers and how the company was run.&nbsp; The next two sessions would help formulate a more solid opinion.<br><br>Entering the cafeteria, Brooklyn nodded at Cass as he went to grab a bottle of water and an apple for himself.&nbsp; Downing half the bottle in one go, the only sound he made for a moment was the crunch of him biting down on the piece of fruit.&nbsp; It was a few bites in before he spoke up.<br><strong>"So, anyone up for a drink after these simulations are done?"</strong> he said.&nbsp; <strong>"I know I could use a cold beer right now."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 17:10:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Ivan followed the conversation quietly after his comments. Good thing he wasn't the only to have seen these things... right? At the same time, he just either got himself marked for attention from Walter, one way or another, and whether that was a good thing... he shrugged mentally as Ranna herded them out. Can't dress the officers down in front of the warriors. How interesting.<br><br>At Brooklyn's suggestion, he cleared his throat. "While I believe 800 parts per million to be the legal driving limit, a BattleMech is probably better piloted dry - and I thought there was at least one more simulation planned. I suggest skipping the beer until we are dismissed from the simulators."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 17:16:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br>Location: Debriefing<br>Tagged: Officers, The Boss.<br><br>Silent up until now, her only reaction a slight narrowing of the eyes as her fellow officers and herself are lambasted by the new recruits, Ailis nods, a grim glint still sticking in her eyes. "I'll not say that wasn't deserved, th' lot. Rob an' I, we'll sort this out... politely." Which is to say, without either punching or murder involved.<br><br>She unfurls from her outwardly relaxed pose to lean forward, suddenly very much intent. "All of which having' been said, I can't say th' greenlings are wrong. I own my bit of that. We been sitting too much." Rare as it is she agrees with the clanners, it's been known to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 17:46:32</strong>
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				Alroy kept silent through the general debriefing, occasionally nodding in agreement with one comment or another but keeping his own counsel for the most part. He had gotten suckered, he knew it and would cheerfully admit it, but though he wouldn't admit it in front of the rank-and-file, the fragmented command in Recon had been an albatross to carry. Individually he couldn't fault any of the warriors he'd been commanding, including Robert once the lamed Marauder was absorbed into heavy lance. Unfortunately, neither could he really make an objective evaluation of their coherency under fire; Erich's ambush had been textbook, and took out the rookie mechs so quickly that their coordination wasn't given time to hold together or fall apart.<br><br><br>He stretched as the room was left to just the officers, letting his shoulders ripple - he was built along similar lines as Erich, but without the latter's height, which ended up making him look like the mountain dwarf living in the shadow of the mountain.<br><br>"The wolfling did bring up a lot of good points, though I'll interject one of my own before detailing them. Ranna, it wasn't really fair to be criticizing us for not having Recon lead Assault out of the staging point. Recon did technically lead, that was originally Robert's assignment, and it was his Marauder who got kneecapped by the sappers. I absorbed him into our formation once it was clear he didn't have the speed to keep up with his lance-mates, but sticking him into Recon in the first place was an odd choice. Jokes about Commonwealth formations aside, most people don't use 65-tonners as scouts."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 18:17:03</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><em>"Ranna, it wasn't really fair to be criticizing us for not having Recon lead Assault out of the staging point. Recon did technically lead, that was originally Robert's assignment, and it was his Marauder who got kneecapped by the sappers. I absorbed him into our formation once it was clear he didn't have the speed to keep up with his lance-mates, but sticking him into Recon in the first place was an odd choice. Jokes about Commonwealth formations aside, most people don't use 65-tonners as scouts."</em><br><br>Ranna held her initial thought for a moment, remembering that getting into a shouting match was not going to solve their problems.&nbsp; She knew that the other officers knew the training scenarios and what the usual plans were as well as she did with some minor changes each time, so it wasn't like they didn't know what to expect.&nbsp; "For the record, I never told Robert to take Recon.&nbsp; I told Robert to lead the combined Lance not realizing you were going to join us today.&nbsp; I never criticized anyone for having Recon lead Assault out of the hangar, that's generally what they do.&nbsp; What I was referring to is not putting an Assault Mech in charge of a Recon lance."&nbsp; She looked over the assembled officers, taking a breath as she collected her thoughts.&nbsp; "As for pointing out the lack of coordination in the scenario.&nbsp; You all have seen enough of these to know how I work.&nbsp; If you had been there this morning when the Rookies showed up, I could have discussed the plan with you prior to putting the game into action."&nbsp; Ranna fought to keep her emotions in check.&nbsp; She'd been doing this far to long to let something this petty twist her up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 18:41:35</strong>
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				<strong>Brief Room: Walter, Ranna, Erich, Alroy, Ailis, Robert</strong><br><hr>"Alright, let us all take a step back, shall we? No need getting all worked up about a sim, no less the first sim with a batch of rookies." Walter was sitting comfortably, having leaned back in the chair and listened to the officers throwing flak around. "We all know the deal with these sims. If we show these many cracks on the facade now, how do you expect the newcomers to respect and follow your orders." He puffed a bit more on his pipe until it finally died down. "How about we discuss the plans for the next sim now, together, and aim towards not treating the kids like... well, kids, and instead give them a fair and challenging fight?"<br><hr><strong>Cafeteria: Janos with the rest</strong><br><hr>After having been dismissed Janos made his way to the Cafeteria were the newcomers were gathering around. Strangely enough the Clanners had gone to skulk somewhere else... or rather not strangely at all, that was what they usually did after all. He was pleasantly surprised to find a bag of his favorite Capellan tea and after exchanging some stink-eye with the vendor he slumped down in a chair around the rookies' table. He gave them a broad smile and a nod in recognition.<br><br>"Well unless you really took a fancy to the Coolant yesterday, I know a neat little place close to the dropdocks that serves great drinks with a show. Owner's an old friend of mine who defected from the Confed shortly after I did." He sipped his tea and contently sighed as the warm liquid run down his throat. "But I'm being rude! Janos Ilyich Wu, Chief of the Bones' own little R&amp;D-corner and general Mech Engineer, at your services."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 18:43:30</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><br>&nbsp; "I know this morning's mission was a bit of a pickup game.&nbsp; We should plan out the next one a little more before we take them out again.&nbsp; My plan for the next one was the garden of the gods scenario.&nbsp; It's probably been a while since the last time we ran it so I'll refresh your memory.&nbsp; A region of large natural columns and rock formations with a couple of hard canyons and some open valley.&nbsp; I wanted to split up the rookies.&nbsp; Some with Alroy and Ailis, some with Erich and Robert and I'll take Sterber, Coyote and Sharpe and run harasser squad.&nbsp; I've got some simulated mechs programmed for each side to round out the numbers a little. Thoughts?
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 19:37:46</strong>
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				Robert listened to everyones opinions as he thought about them. One from Ivan caught his ear. 'There was failure at the level of star command - Captain Erich mentioned that recon engaged, instead of pulling back, when they encountered the vehicle stars....' Robert shook his head as he pulled up ROM data and waited to play it at the right time with the officers. When Walter told the recruits to step out so the officers could talk, Robert moved the ROM data on the table but waited as the others began talking. When they were done and the comment from Ailis was...acknowledged, Robert said" Ivan did have a point recon shouldnt of engaged and should have retreated. Here is a recording from the com traffic between me and Ailis that should have been heeded." <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190867.msg9305784#msg9305784">Quote from: PaladinZenaku on 09-12-2013, 03:44:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ailis, Elizabeth you are to recon ahead of heavy lance but if you engage enemy contacts report their position to heavy lance and evac when it gets hot. Gregory, You and me will follow suit and provide fire support so they can get out of dodge fast. Alright Recon Move out."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Robert then added"My plan wasnt to override Ailis's rank. I was going to support the lights so they can get away from the hostiles without engaging. Me and Gregory would then fall back with Ailis and liz behind the heavy lance. And another thing is I attached myself to recon due to the lance wasnt able to defend itself against a large force without help. A marauder is the best choice out of the remaining mechs due to its design of being able to out range everything and still be able to shot pointblank with the same weapons. I might did overstep my rank but I didnt mean to upset Ailis. I will say that it wont happen again, sorry. I have nothing more to say sir." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-12-2013, 21:32:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div><strong>"No worries about that Ivan, it's why I was suggesting after the simulations."</strong><br>Brooklyn's mouth quirked a little upwards.<br><strong>"Even though I'm mildly tempted to break discipline and crack out a cold one now."</strong><br><br>When the newcomer sat down with them, Brooklyn was halfway between standing up and delivering a salute when he caught himself.&nbsp; It didn't seem like he was one for formalities, and as Brooklyn sat back down again, he gave the chief engineer a nod.<br><strong>"Sir, pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; I'm Brooklyn DeGauss, one of the new recruits and under your care since you look after the mechs."</strong><br>Brooklyn sized up the man, looking at him in silence with no expression showing on his face until it was like something clicked inside his head and Brooklyn became a person again.<br><strong>"I was hoping to speak with you later at some time.&nbsp; As I understand it from the debriefing earlier, the Bones doesn't have a complete selection of various models and pilots for them like the army does.&nbsp; I wanted to know if it was possible to see what battlemechs the Bones had and if any modifications were possible."</strong><br><br><strong>"And assuming I don't get pulled aside later for a dressing down, I wouldn't mind discussing this at the place you suggest."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 00:57:21</strong>
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				For her part, Lei was as silent and inscrutable throughout most of the briefing as most members of the Bones would have come to expect. The petite Chinese woman took everything in, from her post beside the door, Elizabeth's perky nipples, Robert's review of the log, and especially the impertinence of two of the rookies.<br><br>Lei was a subtle presence until that moment, quietly confident, but if anyone had been paying attention to her they would have seen one eyebrow arch and a faint tensing of muscles. Especially when Lei though she detected some disrespect aimed directly at Erich. Lei had been raised in the rigid hierarchy of Warrior House Fujita, modeled after the samurai of old Earth, and in the Capellan Confederation; questioning superiors was just not done in Lei's mind. She often found the mercenaries undisciplined, but Ivan and Brooklyn's outbursts were beyond the pale. Lei hoped they would both be disciplined harshly, Brooklyn more even so after his second show of how little self-discipline he had.<br><br>She gave them both her best (and it was good) thousand yard stare as the rookies filed out of the briefing room. Lei waited patiently by the door till she was the last one out, then followed them to the commissary, taking the opportunity to check out a few of their behinds; Lei was still a young woman, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 11:17:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>She gathers up her notes and follows her fellow newbies out of the room, seeing a recycle bin she tosses the empty bottle in it. "Hmm.. is it just me or.. was that little meeting more of a disaster then the op?" She grabs another bottle of water and starts gulping it down greedily while watching the others and the R&amp;D guy. <br><br>"So, anyone up for a drink after these simulations are done?"<br><br>She looks up and grins at him, a man of her own taste. "I am game, as long as I don't get extra homework about my lousy marksmanship. I can't believe I did that poorly, wait.. I kinda can."<br><br>With that she falls silent and looks at the silent asian woman that enters the room, the one person she has NO idea about at all. Interesting, a spy so the officers can hear what the rookies say when the officers arent around perhaps? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 13:28:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> “A drink might be nice, but that’s only if we aren’t going to be pulled straight back into the sims after.” Cass joked. “Last thing I want to do is get completely smashed and then try to pilot a ‘Mech afterwards. I’d imagine that would’t go over el fantastico with the bigwigs and such.” She glanced between the others, a conspiratorial smirk on her face.<br><br>“Speaking of, what the hell was with that Erich guy?” Cass continued, leaning a bit closer as of feigning privacy. “Reckon he’s always that much of a pompous, self-important, overbearing jackarse all the time or only when he’s trying to impress the newcomers?” She took a sip from her coffee and spoke again. “Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure he’s good at what he does, but he doesn’t need to be such a self-important tool about it and all.”<br><br>She coughed a moment, before straightening up. “Ahem. Anyways, it’s great to meet y’all and stuff, even if today was kind of fifteen shades of trainwreck and all that crap. I can tell that this is definitely gonna be one of those ‘never a dull moment’ kind of a jobs, huh?” Cass shot a sideways glance at Elizabeth a second. “And hey, you did good making a mess and ‘spoiting the holes I made there, Liz. We should try that again next time.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 14:37:36</strong>
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				<strong>Cafeteria: Janos with the rest</strong><br><hr>“<em>Speaking of, what the hell was with that Erich guy?</em>”<br><br>Janos held back a snicker while he listened to Cass lamenting over her new superior. Janos was of the opinion that most every one of the officers had a stick up their rear ends. It seemed it was part of the uniform, Ailis and Robert had always been good sports before the promotion and Al still tried his hardest to be a nice guy. But something about their positions had made them stiffer, less approachable. To that end, Ranna and Erich had always had those sticks, which probably were why they got to captain. Or at least that was his own opinion.<br><br>"Generally speaking, he just enjoys listening to his own anecdotes. Treat him like the gramps he is and just pretend to listen and you'll be fine." <br><br>Janos sipped his tea and suddenly realized that the redhead ratio had just gone up to new astronomical amounts. The Bones had always seemed to have a virtual magnet for redheads, but he was pretty sure this was a new record. He had a weak spot for Ailis, always had, and had never complained about having Ranna and Elisa around. But since the latter ran out and the two others had gotten their positions he had just slipped away more and more from the rest of the company. He had been gone for a few years now and he didn't even get a smile or hello from the old gang when he returned. Well, Walter had, but Walter was the hen-mother, that was just what he always did to everyone. Perhaps if he was lucky he could actually score a lasting friendship with some of the newcomers. He sure wouldn't mind something more with one of these vixens.<br><br>"The whole officers club is a bit of a... wasp-hole. You better damn agree with whatever they say or they might explode on you. On the other side, they are as likely to bite each other as they are you. The only reason we have become such a big corp is because of the old man's money and a large ounce of luck. Personal skill is high on the team, but individuality never pays in this business. I hope you all at least learned that in the sim." He finished his cup of tea and set it down upside-down on the table with a crooked smile. "I am guessing they did the regular kindergarten lesson they always do to the new guys, huh? Since you are grumbling, I mean."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 17:45:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Brooklyn nodded at Elizabeth, <strong>"That meeting could have gone better yes.&nbsp; Strictly speaking, during a debriefing, we're just supposed to sit there quietly and listen to whatever they have to say but..."</strong><br>He glanced over at Ivan's direction and shrugged before looking back at Elizabeth.<br><strong>"At this stage, it's better to lay down all the cards on the table now rather than wait until later, when the stakes are higher, to find out that you have a bad hand.&nbsp; This goes for both officers and recruits."</strong><br><br>As he finished up his apple, Brooklyn stared at Lei, the Asian woman he had spoken very briefly with at the bar.&nbsp; It hadn't escaped him that his comments had been less than welcoming with her at all, and further chatter about the officers probably wouldn't sit well with her either.&nbsp; Which was absolutely too bad, since that was what was going to happen.<br><br>Tossing the apple core away into the garbage, Brooklyn picked up an orange and began to peel it as he spoke.<br><strong>"If the lesson they were trying to teach us was "Don't get flanked", then yes that would be the kindergarten lesson.&nbsp; Or possibly "Don't get spooked by enemy chatter", which I believe all of us adhered to.&nbsp; I agree with both Cass and you: I can tell that their skills are high.&nbsp; They are good pilots."</strong><br>He popped a piece of orange into his mouth, letting the silence emphasize what he wanted to say next.<br><strong>"But skill at piloting doesn't translate to leadership qualities.&nbsp; It makes them good mech warriors, not good officers.&nbsp; I can't speak for anyone here, but I left the sim and meeting less than inspired.&nbsp; And first impressions are incredibly important."</strong><br><br>Brooklyn ate another two pieces, deep in thought.<br><strong>"And while I will respect the difference in opinion, I'll keep on disagreeing over unit placement.&nbsp; If we're a non-standard mech unit, then why are we being shoehorned into positions that would be filled in a standard unit?&nbsp; Devising a strategy and then allocating units is only something you can do when you have the resources for it.&nbsp; With limited supplies, you determine what you can do with it first and then pick the optimal solution.&nbsp; Soldiers should not have to compensate for officer's decisions.&nbsp; We should only need to execute them."</strong><br><br><strong>"But I also think it's a little too early to say.&nbsp; So far, it's only been one sim.&nbsp; We still have two more in the day to go through."</strong><br>Brooklyn peeled a few pieces off and offered them to the rest of the recruits.<br><strong>"And you're right again Cass, I don't think this will be dull at all.&nbsp; Orange?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 19:39:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div>Ailis Ciarach<br>Location: Debriefing<br>Tagged: Other Officers, The Boss<br><br>Ailis shrugs, ignoring the sticky pull of wet fabric against her skin. "Nae, ye jus din' think t' warn me first. Th' plan wasn't bad. That's water under the bridge, though - my concern is what we're doin' next." &nbsp;She keeps an even tone, no blame offered or taken, as she speaks. "An' for that, I'm listenin'." &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 21:04:05</strong>
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				Lei listened to the other mechwarriors silently while she sipped on a bottle of pink lemonade. This was a more acceptable forum for griping about ones superiors, for one thing, though it would be best if everyone waited till they could blame whatever they said on the alchohol they'd drunk.<br><br>"I'm not sure you are all getting this." Lei finally spoke, her tone carefully neutral, "That was not a scenario you could win. It was also not just a measure of you, but of the other officers; a shakedown to see what cracks would show with a bunch of new recruits in the mix. It was also intended to get an initial feel for what final assignments might be, in addition to giving the officers a look at your own skills and how you would perform under heavy fire. It was not perfect, no, but it was not intended to be. The proverbial deep end."<br><br>Lei paused to take a sip of her lemonade, but she clearly wasn't finished speaking, "Individually, you are all capable, and talented enough that further training and practice will no doubt make up for any shortcomings." she said the last with a gentle smile aimed at Elizabeth.<br><br>"You should also be aware that your post sim behaviour is also part of your assessment. Today is about, as Brooklyn said, determining what sort of resources you are, so you can be used in the best way." Lei looked at him directly as she continued, "How would you expect command to make such a determination without testing?" the question was obviously rhetorical, "And don't forget, first impressions cut both ways."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 22:40:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>"<strong>Everything</strong> is part of the assessment. That is the nature of joining a new pack." Ivan turns his head to consider the Capellan. Probably safer not to provoke that one - while he is competent in personal combat, it is far from his strong suit, and given a choice, he would just as soon shoot an attacker at twenty paces as mix it up hand-to-hand. He does not opt to get into Lei's assessment of the scenario. Anything can be made to be unwinnable, at the whim of the person on the sim controls. Part of why his training was under live fire as much as possible. It kept the instructors as honest as the cubs.<br><br>"Brooklyn, was it not?" He considers the other man - clearly, an experienced warrior in his own right already. "I am not certain that this unit /has/ a viable doctrine, at this point. There are far too many recruits compared to veterans for my comfort. You might consider that your experience might be valuable to the unit, if you can learn not to antagonize those who need to take it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>23-12-2013, 04:18:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.scificool.com/images/2013/07/Billy-Burke-in-Revolution.jpg)</div> David had gotten himself a coffee and a roll and was listening in on the conversation between the mercenaries. It was interesting to behold, and added a lot to the simulation battle that he'd watched. It was one thing to see results unfold on-screen, but another one alltogether to hear it from the people who had been a part of it. “A no-win scenario is just that,” he offered, nodding to Brooklyn. “The secret to it is how well you do at it before the inevitable loss and how much you can make of it.”<br><br>He took a sip before continuing. “There was an officer I knew once, back during the Clan war. Now he thought he could hold back the dogs with his own people from knowing the lie of the land and the like. He was wrong.” There was the quickest of grimaces before continuing. “But he stood his ground no less, feeling that it was better to throw away his life then let the scum take his home. It was a no-win, but he made the wrong choice given the situation.”<br><br><em>And Erich reminds me a lot of the old man,</em> he noted, listening to Cass. <em>Not sure if that's actually a compliment, however.</em> He shot her a quick smile before continuing.<br><br>“See, I can understand where you're coming from, Brooklyn, but I'm not sure if I agree.” He offered. “There's a good reason why people get sorted into lances and units and the like. You get to know each other and what you can do, and your commanders can get a better idea of your capabilities as a whole. It's a lot easier to figure out what to do when you're looking at organised collections of knowns rather than a whole bunch of loosely-connected individuals.”<br><br>“Everyone running off and doing their own thing only works in the holovids.” He finished. “Or in crazy, over-developed duelling situations that have no place on a real battlefield.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>23-12-2013, 08:16:05</strong>
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				Gregory, large coffee and larger water in hand, has been fairly quiet throughout the discussion, but as everyone seems to be airing there opinion.&nbsp; <strong>"See, thats what I think happened to us in recon.&nbsp; As I recall the sum of our orders once Robert left, was something to the effect of 'keep your eyes open', 'don't give away our position by using the com', and 'shoot straight'.&nbsp; Frankly I'm shocked that Allis is an officer.&nbsp; I don't know if I should be irritated at the complete lack of direction or flattered at being treated like an old hand that doesn't need to be told how we do things.&nbsp; Given the apparent lack of organization, I'm leaning toward frustrated.&nbsp; I suppose it was a good exercise and told them a lot about us and how we handle stress, but it really makes them look completely unorganized and unprofessional...."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>At this he realizes that he is somewhat ranting, and tries to take a big gulp of coffee to try and stop himself.&nbsp; Its a bit too hot though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>23-12-2013, 13:14:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> “Thanks” Cass replied as she took a slice of orange, listening to the roundtable of discussion as it continued, taking in what each of the others had to say before she spoke up again. “Look, I’m not saying that the officers did a fantastic job either. Nor am I saying that we were blameless in that mess. I think that they needed to better communicate orders and stuff, especially with what happened in recon.”<br><br>“Same time, though, I don’t think that we handled it very well either.” She continued. “I mean, Dave’s right; we were all running off doing our own things and trying to score points and not get killed or the like, but we weren’t exactly supporting each other fantasticly or doing the best that we could. Me and Lizzy ad-hoced something together, true, but I do think that we could have all done a lot better and talked to each other some more. After all, we do have our own brains. At least, I hope we do.”<br><br>"'course, none of that means that Erich isn't an overbearing, pompous jackarse, mind you." She glanced at Dave again as she chewed on her orange slice. <em>Is it just me or is he carrying a lot of bitterness there?</em> Cass was wondering about his past, figuring that he’d fought the Clans a some point. <em>And if he has got a hate-on for the Vatfreaks, then that’ll go well in this unit. On the other hand, he ain’t bad on the eyes. Might have to investigate further.</em> She deliberately chewed a piece of orange, slowly pulling the skin out from between her teeth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-12-2013, 19:53:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>For a moment, it looked like Brooklyn was going to argue, but then stopped as he thoughtfully examined Lei and David, tapping a finger on the cafeteria table.&nbsp; There was only the tap-tap of his finger before he popped another slice of orange into his mouth.<br><strong>"I think we're going to have to settle for agreeing to disagree.&nbsp; There's about three big differences in perspectives here, one coming from experience dealing with the bones, one from having been able to objectively watch, and the new recruits side of things.&nbsp; That's going to colour how we're approaching this heavily, and there's no sense in getting into an extended or heated argument before going back into the sims."</strong><br>Brooklyn jerked a thumb in the direction of Cass and Gregory, <strong>"I fall somewhere around there, maybe even more critical.&nbsp; Just in case though anyone thinks this is going to affect my ability or willingness to follow orders though, I want to make this clear."</strong><br><br><strong>"At minimum, an officer should expect that the soldiers under their command obeys orders.&nbsp; That is the entire point of a command structure, and it all falls apart when people start disobeying.&nbsp; Regardless as to how I feel about the officers, I will obey the order given to me.&nbsp; It's part professional pride and part sense of responsibility to the team as a whole because other soldiers are counting on me to follow through."</strong><br>Brooklyn swiped the table clean of any orange peels and mess before neatly lobbing it all into a nearby garbage can.<br><strong>"It is because of this that I'm as critical of any officer I serve under.&nbsp; They hold my life in their hands, and even if I get a bad order, I will do my best to follow through.&nbsp; So I want to make sure that they are good officers who have good plans and who give good orders."</strong><br><br><strong>"Because just like first impressions, assessment cuts both ways."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>24-12-2013, 13:39:32</strong>
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				<strong>Cafeteria: Janos with the rest</strong><br><hr>Janos gave a heavy sigh at the rookies arguing back and forth with each other. It was the same old same old with whatever crew the Bones took on. There was a reason they went through the most amount of mercs with the least amount of casualties. Arrogance and petty resentment carried a whole lot of weight around the company. He was just happy to deliver the tech they wanted and get the paycheck for it. Then again, arrogance was part of the whole MechJock persona. He'd be damned if they ever listened to him unless he said <em>your XL is about to explode</em> or <em>yeah, I think I have an extra Gauss lying around here somewhere</em>. Warrioras only listen to warriors. He wondered if they even listened to Walter anymore after he retired from the jocking.<br><br>"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to fix all your differences yourself." He stood up with a grin and brought his cup back to the counter before he looked back at them again. "But if I may suggest something, how about you talk to Walt about this? The officers might not take everything you say to them to heart, but they might actually listen to their superior commander. And he will listen to you if you just go to him. Trust me on that. Then again..." He walked towards the door, shrugging his shoulders before he exited. "... I'm just a techie."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>25-12-2013, 01:35:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>Elizabeth listens and sips on her water, she really doesn't have anything to say and she sure as heck&nbsp; doesn't want to lable herself a troublemaker. Her less then stellar marksmanship is usually grounds enough for people to not give her a chance as it is.<br><br><em>“And hey, you did good making a mess and ‘spoiting the holes I made there, Liz. We should try that again next time.”</em><br><br>She grins at Cass while feeling her cheeks redden just a bit, "well.. I would love exploiting any hole you have.. I mean make." She wiggles her eyebrows in a very exaggerated way to show she is teasing, mostly teasing anyway. <br><br><em> "Individually, you are all capable, and talented enough that further training and practice will no doubt make up for any shortcomings."</em><br><br>Hmm so the spy is speaking, and she is nice also. Perhaps she isn't sent here to spy on them, "Ahh.. well I dont know about that! But.. thank you."<br><br><em>"... I'm just a techie."</em><br><br>"I think most of us rather listen to a techie then an officer, no offense intended." She looks at Lei and smiles softly to show she means no disrespect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>25-12-2013, 05:25:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>The direction of the discussion caused a flicker of disgust cross Ivan's face. Really? He shook his head slowly. "Every Wolf in a pack plays a role," he told Janos. "And Technicians see a lot that Warriors do not." He shook his head again. "I have had some shocking discoveries myself in the past four and twenty hours," he observed in a conversational tone. "I doubt that anyone wishes to hear them, however."<br><br>He considered Brooklyn's comments for a moment, but opted not to comment, instead focusing on his water and snacks, while continuing to listen to the conversation. He had said his, and in the Star Colonel's presence. Not much else to do about it right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>26-12-2013, 22:53:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Brooklyn blinked in surprise at Janos's suggestion, unsure as to how he would respond to the idea of skipping over the officers and talking straight at the commander.<br><strong>"While I appreciate your suggestion Janos, that sort of action is generally reserved as a last resort,"</strong> Brooklyn responded, his tone measured as he looked Janos in the eyes. <strong>"To go above your direct superiors head is pretty much the biggest slap in the face I, as a soldier, could ever give the officers.&nbsp; It would mean a complete breakdown in communication and the chain of command, and even if the commander did intervene and show some agreement in my direction, there would be a permanent breach of trust.&nbsp; I would effectively be a squealer and treated as such."</strong><br><br>Brooklyn shrugged, <strong>"Now, admittedly, comments were made with the commander present in the debriefing room.&nbsp; But that was a conversation between the officers and recruits, not a direct dialogue.&nbsp; I appreciate that the commander is someone who would sincerely listen and act on complaints, but one hope is that he would intervene before it reached the point where I couldn't trust the officers to ever take my complaints seriously, if that turns out to be the case.&nbsp; The other hope is that the officers take what was said seriously and figure out a method to address it that ends in a reasonable compromise."</strong><br><br><strong>"But that's my training as a soldier talking,"</strong> Brooklyn finished.&nbsp; <strong>"This mercenary company is hardly like the military, and maybe an open line of communication to the commander is the best approach."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-12-2013, 04:09:46</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Ranna thought for a moment about some of the training they had done on the recent past and it dawned on her that there was a better scenario to run that they hadn't used in a while but one that provided them the opportunity to split of the force and better see how the rookies would work in a small force environment.&nbsp; The pieces quickly fell into place while she was listening to everyone else discuss.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ok, new plan.&nbsp; I know how to work this.&nbsp; By my count we have 2 Assaults, 5 Heavies, 3 Mediums and 2 Lights, not including whatever we put Chorza and the rest of the Clanners in.&nbsp; We can split the two assaults up with two recons and two heavies leaving two mediums and two heavies to break up into secondary teams, they should be able to keep up with each other fairly well.&nbsp; The lights can scout for the Assault lance while the faster heavies and the two mediums target the fortifications at range and close quick for kills.&nbsp; We can run either a 3 prong or 4 prong attack on the fortified target.&nbsp; I know just the scenario to used for this.&nbsp; We haven't used it in a while, but I have all of the maps and plans in the database.&nbsp; Ranna paused for a moment, taking stock in the look on everyone's face as they considered the plan.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>27-12-2013, 13:43:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass managed to keep her mouth shut as Janos was speaking, a decided rarity for her. The truth was, she found his words interesting – no, fascinating – and actually wanted to hear what he had to say. The idea of talking to the big man himself, well, that was definitely intriguing, and something she’d have to look into. When she’d joined the unit, she’d never imagined that she’d potentially have that level of access straight off the bat. <em>Very interesting. Wonder what mum would make of that. “I walked into the big boss’s office on day two and bitched about the officers.</em><br><br>She giggled a little, and then nodded. “Thanks for the advice, Janos. Techies... well, they’re often the most honest.” That warranted a small smile as the man left, Cass turning her head back to the conversation just in time to catch Liz’s eyebrow wiggle and matching comment. “See, the thing about exploiting holes, Liz...” she playfully smirked. “Is not just how you do it, but what you put in there, know what I mean?”<br><br>There was the quickest of sideways glances at David before she continued. <em>Be interesting to see what holes he’d exploit...</em> she considered before turning back to Brooklyn, listening to what he said.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>29-12-2013, 21:09:05</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Finally happy that the plan for the new scenario was going to work, Ranna pressed a button on a nearby console.&nbsp; "Can you reset to scenario thirteen Alpha" She spoke into a nearby speaker that connected with the technician who ran the simulator.&nbsp; "and please make a call over the loudspeaker for everyone to return to the Briefing room.&nbsp; Also please program pods four and five as a Phoenix Hawk PXH-2&nbsp; and a Shadow Hawk SHD-3K.&nbsp; Thank you."<br><br>A tone sounded throughout the building as the loudspeaker chimed to life.&nbsp; <strong>"All Bones mechwarriors please report to Briefing room.&nbsp; Again, all Bones Mechwarriors report to the briefing room.</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>31-12-2013, 09:15:15</strong>
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				Gregory quickly chugs the rest of his coffee, grabs a water bottle and heads to the briefing room.&nbsp; <em>Well, good to know the techs think the boss is reasonable.&nbsp; Its a bit early to be causing trouble like that though.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>31-12-2013, 22:14:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br><em>"All Bones mechwarriors please report to Briefing room.&nbsp; Again, all Bones Mechwarriors report to the briefing room."</em><br><br>Elizabeth grins as she hears the announcement, "well time for round two of grind the newbies." She looks at her new friends and grabs another water bottle to keep herself hydrated as she heads back to the briefing room, "Don't fire, recon, run, hide.. recon, run, hide" she mumbles to herself as she walks wanting to prevent the mistakes she did before, she can't do anything about her abysmal accuracy right now so no need to worry about that.<br><br>She&nbsp; takes her seat and sips the water eagerly awaiting the instructions to see what the officers will throw on them next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>01-01-2014, 20:39:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div><strong>"Well, looks like round 2 is starting,"</strong> Brooklyn said as he rose from his seat.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll take your suggestion Janos under advisement.&nbsp; Let's just hope that it isn't necessary."</strong><br>Marching back to the briefing room, Brooklyn gave a casual salute to the officers, his face calm and collected as if he hadn't said anything particularly jarring in the room earlier.&nbsp; Sitting at the same seat he had used earlier, he patiently waited to see what the officers had for them this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>01-01-2014, 21:57:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Ivan finishes his water and gets to his feet at the call to the briefing room. So, the officers finished their internal discussion... maybe there will be some training this time? He nods to Brooklyn as he follows the other man through the halls, but offers no comment of his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>01-01-2014, 22:22:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass finished her drink up with the announcement, and stood, smirking all the way. “Well, time for the second dance.” She began, grabbing a bottle of water. “But this time, I’ll try and make sure I don’t get all hot and sweaty.” There was a playful tone in her voice as she spoke, fitting with her prior flirting with everyone around her. <em>What can I say? It’s fun.</em><br><br>She headed down the hall, joining the others in the briefing room, eager to see what was coming. <em>Another no-win scenario? Or maybe something different.</em> There was the smallest of nods and smiles to Ranna, barely perceptible unless you were looking right at her, as she waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>02-01-2014, 00:14:25</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/Old%20Bones/ObjectiveOverview_zps6841fd80.jpg)<br><br><br>Ranna watched as the new recruits piled into the briefing room, the objective map for her new scenario hanging on the holovid projector for everyone to examine while they wait for orders.&nbsp; She watches the faces of the warriors before her as she considers her briefing.&nbsp; They give the look of determination, but having been through this before she knows deep down they are frustrated and sullen.&nbsp; The typical response from the first scenario as they tend to take the no win scenario personally.&nbsp; She knows they will take things to the next level or they won't make the cut.&nbsp; <br><br>The soft look of Cass catches her slightly off guard.&nbsp; The look so hidden she almost missed it had she not been looking.&nbsp; She smiles with a bit of a nod of the head to acknowledge the look without showing too much.&nbsp; She can't help her eyes as they slide across both Cass and Elizabeth's bodies.&nbsp; She also realizes how hard it is for her to stop catching glimpses of Brooklyn.&nbsp; She grins knowing that although he grits a lot on what they are doing, both of them are very much a like in many ways.<br><br>Once everyone is seated, she begins.&nbsp; "Ok, I hope you all are rested because this next scenario is going to be the true test of your skills.&nbsp; There are three main objectives; a research facility, a Mech Hangar and Barracks and a Dropship pad which has a secondary Mech Hangar and Barracks."&nbsp; She walks around the holomap touching individual points of interest causing each to light up and raise off the map for a moment.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/Old%20Bones/ResearchandHeadquarters_zps004fa81c.jpg)&nbsp; <br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/Old%20Bones/MechBarracks_zpsc528029c.jpg)<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/Old%20Bones/DropshipPad_zps2686edc0.jpg)<br><br><br>"The key focus is capturing the research facility and the Mech hangar intact while putting the dropship port and secondary mech hangar out of commission to stop any reinforcements.&nbsp; The early warning sensors have a range of 3 kilometers.&nbsp; Their one weakness is that they have a very limited ability to look down into gullies.&nbsp; There are Long Tom and LRM missile systems tied into the sensors.&nbsp; There is a Defense Command and Communications node at the center of the base that ties all of the sensors and defensive systems together.&nbsp; If destroyed the defensive systems go autonomous and defend inside their individual sensor range.&nbsp; Taking a moment to let the information sink in Ranna took a drink of water and watched the faces of the mechwarriors.&nbsp; <br><br>"Alroy and Erich will break up the unit into two individual units minus Gregory, Sterner and Coyote.&nbsp; I will take them for my Lance.&nbsp; We will be making a high speed assault on the Dropship pad and provide high speed assault on emerging targets once we have blinded the base on the eastern edge.&nbsp; Alroy and Erich will take what's left and assault the other primary objectives."&nbsp; <br><br>"There are three primary approaches that create blind spots for the early warning systems.&nbsp; <br>One...(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/Old%20Bones/Route1_zps009388a0.jpg)&nbsp; <br>Two...(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/Old%20Bones/Route2_zpsc960cbda.jpg)<br>Three...(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/Old%20Bones/Route3_zpsc7c02038.jpg)<br><br>Expect that there are patrols of either vehicles or mechs in each of the main routes and on the perimeter of the base to augment holes in the defensive line.&nbsp; Each team will be 'dropped' at their designated approach point and proceed with the planned assault.&nbsp; So if anyone has any question or comments please bring them up now.&nbsp; This is where we plan the mission.&nbsp; Officers will direct movement but I want input from everyone on strategy, threats and courses of action.&nbsp; With that Ranna looked back at Erich and Alroy before turning her attention back at the other mechwarriors. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 04:33:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>"This looks entirely too thrice-damned easy." Ivan eyed the maps with a very wolf-like growl. "Look at that sensor out to the southwest, just waiting to be popped off from the river valley. We take that out, we can conceivably thrust into the center, take out fire control, and secure the place. If that is not a trap, I am a Freeborn. In point of fact... Ma'am, could we get an overlay of sensor ranges? Need not be modified for terrain, just a ballpark."
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				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 13:36:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> Cass was looking over the maps, matching up what she was seeing there with the info that Ranna was giving them to get a full idea of the situation. <em>Static defences and sensor grids, that makes sense. Stay at range and pot them off is easy enough, maybe have others run around and make life hellish for the gunners.</em> She shot a glance over at Liz. “Think you can do more of that awesome distracting and being a pest stuff?” she asked with a smirk. “Make sure that everyone’s looking at you. Not that it’s hard, mind...” She smirked again as she looked back at the maps.<br><br>“So what sort of defences do they have besides the turrets?” She asked. “You said that one of the objectives was a ‘Mech bay, but will there be any actual live ‘Mechs about? Or, for that matte,r any other mobile defences?” Inside she was hoping that it wasn’t going to be another horde of Condors.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 21:17:14</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Ranna listened to Ivan's assessment of the situation.&nbsp; She knew the key was knowing where to hit the base and then throwing the defenses to autonomous mode.&nbsp; She also knew that his assessment of it being a trap, or at least a box was astute even for an unblooded Clanner.&nbsp; "To answer you question Ivan, the Early Warning Sensors are placed to create a three kilometer bubble around themselves and to provide solid coverage to the center of the compound.&nbsp; There are four kilometers between each of the Sensors around the compound. The eastern edge is less protected on the approach thus the heavier vehicle and mech patrols.&nbsp; Ranna heard Cass's comment to Elizabeth followed by the question to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Nodding she steps closer to the holovid enhancing the Mech hangars and the command center images.&nbsp; "Latest reports indicate two mixed companies, Mechs and various heavy ground vehicles along with associated lighter vehicles for support.&nbsp; This is one reason we are focusing attention of the two mech hangars.&nbsp; The estimation is ten to fifteen mechs and vehicles of various weight on patrol at any time.&nbsp; Another five to ten on call for QRF.&nbsp; There are also short range missile, gauss and laser turrents positioned around the inside of the compound to defend key nodes."&nbsp; She looked around the room trying to assess the mood of the planning.&nbsp; " Any other questions?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 01:20:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div>Brooklyn listened quietly as the captain briefed them on the next simulation.&nbsp; Carefully examining the map given to them, Brooklyn tried to imagine the layout of the terrain in his mind, picturing the movements of patrols and optimal positions for confrontation on both sides.&nbsp; As the mission was clarified further, Brooklyn frowned as he raised his hand.<br><strong>"Sir, one thing I have learned is to assume that your enemy is competent and understands their own tactical situation.&nbsp; The Principle of Charity.&nbsp; As such, it may be beneficial to look at the other side, determining how such a place would make optimal use of their resources."</strong><br>Brooklyn pointed at the three sensors.<br><strong>"For instance, if a sensor is taken out, that would be an immediate alert that the base is under attack.&nbsp; Given known weapon ranges, that would put any force within three quarters of a kilometer within the terminated sensor.&nbsp; Forces extending past that point could collapse inwards, while those lining the gullies themselves could circle in, boxing enemies inside.&nbsp; And that's assuming any enemy force isn't detected by lighter scout vehicles serving as eyes down in the gullies themselves.&nbsp; Even if the gullies make long range communications difficult, a relay system could be set in place to pass information back.&nbsp; With a bubble range of three kilometers, it looks to me that the communications center has around a one kilometer detection perimeter around it on all sides where the three sensors overlap.&nbsp; So even taking one out won't put you in optimal firing range before being detected by the other two."</strong><br><br>Eyeing the dropship pad, Brooklyn scratched his chin as he collected his thoughts.<br><strong>"That particular zone is important, but in the event of an attack, it's the center of the base that's the overall heart of everything.&nbsp; Any commander residing over the point would realize that it could be a potential diversion.&nbsp; At the same time though, it can't be given up easily and needs to be responded to in case of reinforcements.&nbsp; Faced with that kind of a dilemma, I would try to feint out any other potential threats by pretending to pull my units to respond to the attack.&nbsp; In reality, I'd pull the ones from the west into the center, and have the north positions move east then south, while the southeast moves north.&nbsp; This way, I've strengthened my center, and have moved troops to either assist in retaking the dropship pad or reinforcing the center in case of attack.&nbsp; Some of the troops would be sent to harrass the invaders at the dropship, but that would only be a pretense while I wait for the enemies next move."</strong><br><br><strong>"But that's assuming they have a large enough vehicle component to create such a maneuver.&nbsp; With a potential 15 to 25 mechs, it's hard to say how many heavy and light vehicles there will be.&nbsp; It's certainly a sizable mech contingent, and if lance gets caught out of position, we'd likely be outgunned and taken out shortly.&nbsp; Optimally,&nbsp; I'd say any plan of attack we have would need to involve catching our enemy out of position and by surprise."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>05-01-2014, 21:07:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>Elizabeth stays silent during the briefing, she knows all to well that she doesn't have the training or the brain to come up with any form of plan. Besides, that is officer job and she is so far from officer material that the janitor is more likely to be promoted ahead of her.<br><br><em>“Make sure that everyone’s looking at you. Not that it’s hard, mind...”</em><br><br>She feels blush slowly creep up on her face at the compliment, "well.. I can try. They don't call me dead meat for nothing, well. they dont but.. sure. I'll keep em chasing shadows so you gals can deliver the knockout blow."<br><br>As Brooklyn starts his long speech she tries to keep up but is soon lost between his words and trying to find the spots on the map, well.. lets leave that to the officers.. so instead she focuses on various routes she can take to lead the enemy on a merry chase while still keeping herself safe.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 00:20:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>"We are told two trinaries. Let us plan for an entire cluster." Ivan suggests. "Not counting supporting forces. If we can coordinate a hit on all three sensors at the same time, we blind them at the base, save for patrols." His eyes narrow. "At that time, a strike against the DropShip pad should add to the confusion considerably. With any luck, the defending force might turn there, believing the loss of the sensor grid to be the diversion and the attack on the pad to be the main thrust. Captain, is the defending force equipped with sophisticated targetting equipment? Sensor data sharing, telemetry sharing, spotting equipment?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 12:48:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div> “Hey Wolfy.” Cass glanced at Ivan. “Lances, Companies and Battalions. That’s what we call them here and that’s what we’re going to be facing. It’ll help you to think in degenerate Spheroid terms too, and alleviate a lot of confusion.” She wasn’t snapping at him as much as she was simply making a suggestion, trying to give something of her usual playful tone to it. “But you’ve got a good point there, and we should figure they’re going to try and pull the numbers on us.”<br><br><em>And if this is how hard we think through a sim mission, imagine what the real thing will be like,</em> she considered. <em>Wow, this is a rather intense start to the job.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>09-01-2014, 03:37:30</strong>
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				Robert Reviewed the maps and scratched his chin while everyone gave their ideas. "I have a idea none of us has thought about." Robert said as he turned to Walter. " In Redoubt and Citadel we have another type of accet to put in play other than mechs. I remember seeing a total of 8 STU-K5 Stuka Heavy ASFs. The idea from Ivan is good but make it the stuka's to blind them not a mech force. We will need to assume the simulator will begin to put out a command lance and some scout lances keep some type of awareness. Oh the idea on going after the dropship pad is great...if there isnt a dropship there. Even a small dropships could hold off a heavy lance with ease. We should aviod the pad until last second. Even then scout it first and use the longest range guns we have to kill it if one is there." Robert looked around the table to see what everyones reaction to the new idea was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-01-2014, 20:58:08</strong>
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				Erich grunted quietly in response to Robert's suggestion of using Aerospace assets. "Admittedly, if this were an actual mission instead of getting to know one another via sim-pod shenanigans, I'd be all for the use of Aerospace superiority to knock out sensors, turrets, and anything else they can hit in a strafing run or two. However, we're limited to 'ground forces only' in this, because it's partly a navigation challenge, and partly a case of how well we prioritize targets; in this case, what will cause the biggest flash and boom."<br><br>He paused, then seemed to smirk slightly, if only for a moment. "Anyhow, as we're being split into small elements under the pretext of 'seperate paths of attack', and more to help you guys mesh with us veterans, Feel free to pick which of us three," He paused, then motioned towards himself, Alroy, and Ranna, "You think will keep you alive the longest in this little event, or clear the objective."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>11-01-2014, 05:53:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>"Are there any ammunition depots?" Ivan immediately responds to the remark about the biggest explosion. "Fuel tanks? Suitable power plants?" As for which of the officers he gets assigned to... from what he has seen, it is unlikely to matter. After all, the amount of churn some of the veterans alluded to in this unit does not lead him to believe that anyone here will keep anyone else alive - that is the individual's job.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 07:43:21</strong>
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				Gregory pauses in his study of the maps, <strong>"Well, Rana already requested me for her group.&nbsp; I'd like to know what other mech we have along, but I would assume its mostly mediums or fast heavies with missiles?&nbsp; I'm guessing that we are pretty much going to be the 'bait' to draw the defenses out of position."</strong>&nbsp; He looks back at the map.&nbsp; <strong>"Those draws could be deathtraps if we get spotted too soon, or if they have more hidden defenses covering them."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 04:29:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br>"Well, whoever will be going with me to be the target better be in something fast so perhaps it is better that you who know who can pilot something speedy to assign them for me?" Elizabeth doesn't really care who she will be working with, well.. she would prefer it isn't a filthy clanner but.. you cant always get what you want.<br><br>"Preferably someone who doesn't mind dying in style." She grins and tugs down on her top as she gets ready to head back to the pods.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 12:56:33</strong>
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				(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)[/floatright] “Fast rules me out.” Cass admitted to Liz. “Sorry, but I’m a big, slow, fat-arsed slug. As fun as it would be, I don’t think I’d be a good match for you in the field there.” She offered a small smile before shifting back to the map, and considering her options. <em>Just don’t partner me with the old fart,</em> she considered with a sidewards glace at Erich.<br><br>“If it helps any, I have the armour to stand-off with most turrets and the long-ranged firepower to hit a lot of them with little to no retaliation.” She offered. “And I can keep dancing at long range with most ‘Mechs and win if that helps”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 00:54:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ranna Krannok<br>Artos Training Facility/Harlech<br>Debriefing room<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/279b6e5f-ef0f-4fa9-9a7d-d288709a4aea_zps14cbe92e.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>"Gregory, Sterner, Coyote and I will be exploiting the hole in the sensors to the north.&nbsp; We'll come in along the low ravine and break into the compound just inside the north eastern edge and hit the C2 Node as the other two groups approach from the other two directions.&nbsp; She looked to Alroy and Erich with a smile on her face. "We'll be running black, so the timing will have to be perfect.&nbsp; We might be able to get a solid hit on the Dropship Early Warning Sensor early and give one team the road to the East to run down.&nbsp; How do you two want to play this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 00:58:02</strong>
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				<strong>"My mech isn't very fast either,"</strong> Brooklyn stated at Elizabeth.&nbsp; <strong>"Otherwise I would come with you.&nbsp; You could probably use a back up sniper."</strong><br>Turning to the Captain and the Lieutenants, he nodded towards Alroy, <strong>"I've worked once with him.&nbsp; I can work with him again."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 01:52:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alroy nods back in return. <strong>"That'll be fine with me, Brooklyn."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inash</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 18:44:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gregory leans forward to study his groups route more closely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 05:06:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erich sipped from a mug of hot tea as Ranna went over the briefing, his dark eyes focung on the three potential routes; all three were basic 'canyon runs' with a high risk of ambush, but also a high chance of being able to sneak into the enemy base under their sensor net and cause some real damage.<br><br>Looking at the crew of mixed rookies and veterans, he seemed to smile as the briefing began to wrap up. Catching the sidelong glance Cass directed at him, the faint smile seemed to be more evil than genuine. "Cass, Ivan. You two are with me; we'll be aiming for the Main hangar and barracks, primarily because between you two, Lei, and myself, we're riding in roughly Three hundred tons of mean. Ranna, you want the research facility, or dropship and reserve hangars?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BattleTech 3057 - Ol' Bones' Chronicle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 04:11:24</strong>
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				Eric leaned back and listened to every word but it seemed that none was about the threat that he mentioned earlier. He awaited the other officers to chose their lance but it took awhile for them to just get around to that. Eric was tired of waiting and grabbed a data pad (OOC:I mean something like a Ipad)and began to modify his marauder's weapons to pass time. As Erich got around to finally choosing his lance eric already had fixed his mech up and handed it to a tech so they could make the modifications. "So that means I am on Alroys lance again. But question is, will you run your king crab or the atlas again?" Eric said smiling, turning to look at Alroy hoping for an answer. After the final details have been decided, Eric looked at Janos and asked, "I forgot to ask Janos but have the parts arrived for my marauder's upgrade yet?"
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