Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>22-02-2018, 23:44:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/SNBattletech.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Prologue “Calm before the storm”</span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michelle Gardner &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Vixen's Raiders may not be the largest of mercenary units, or the most famous. But in these days anyone willing to hop into a cockpit and risk life and limb is needed, even a unit as battered and struggling to rebuild as the Raiders. The unit began some 70 years ago, the name coming from the mascot that is painted on the mechs. A bushy tailed female holding a rifle in one hand and saluting with the other, while clad only in a helmet and an ammo belt. While the current commander would like to spend more time getting the new guys integrated into the unit she knows that they also need money and there is no better time than now to earn some money with the Clans tearing their way into the Inner Sphere.<br><br>The Raiders are loading up into the dropship that will take them to their next assignment, the heavy mechs are already stowed safely only the light mechs and the last pallets of missiles and cannon rounds that will be stacked around the legs of the lighter mechs. They will use the time in transit to move it around so when they do touch down the light mechs can move out and secure the landing without having all the supplies in the way.<br><br>Michelle is standing off to the side of the loading ramp watching the men and women under her command load the mechs onboard. Not for the first time she checks the cargo list, but no matter how much she stares the numbers won't change. They are still short on munitions, specifically long range missiles. But thankfully the mission isn't expected to be all that difficult, a quick hit and run something that the Raiders would do well in. With so a strong recon focus she is confident the heavy mechs will have a good idea of what they are facing before they have to wade into a hopefully already weakened enemy.<br><br>With a frown she tucks the list back into a pocket in her uniform and crosses her arms behind her back to avoid scratching her scarred face. The horrific injuries still itch something fierce, but she doesn't want the troops to see her fidget like some rookie so instead she stands to attention as they finish up the loading. Even the lighter mechs shaking the ground with their heavy thread.<br><br>“I so hope I haven't missed anything, well too late to worry now. Why am I so nervous? Oh yeah because I have to sit back and do nothing.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>23-02-2018, 03:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>His helicopter had been stowed with the munitions, rather than the cargo, an argument it had taken Angel an hour to win.&nbsp; If he was going to be useful to Vixen's Raider's, he was going to need to be in the air shortly after they hit the ground.&nbsp; His Warrior was faster that any of the scout mechs and he could get enough altitude that he'd be able to give the unit an overview of the area.&nbsp; They would have scans of their landing area but he would be able to give them immediate information about the terrain they were entering and he'd be able to spot any nearby units, whether friendly or enemy.&nbsp; <br><br>If they'd been making a combat drop, he'd have had to wait with the rest of the cargo, until it was safe to land.&nbsp; This time?&nbsp; He was going to be one of the first ones into the fight.&nbsp; His attack chopper had a full load of ammunition and, if the fates were kind, he'd be in the air and ready to engage within five minutes of touchdown.&nbsp; For his allies, he would be the Angel of Mercy.&nbsp; For his enemies, the Angel of Death.&nbsp; Angelo Angelino.&nbsp; Double Angel.<br><br>He spared a look at the commander, who was standing watching the last of the mechs being loaded.&nbsp; She'd been a mechwarrior, retired from mech combat by a cockpit fire but she'd brought herself back to the fight.&nbsp; He understood her passion to get back into the fight.&nbsp; He shared it.&nbsp; The Warrior was no Chaparral but it could still rain fire and death on the enemy.&nbsp; Between them, they would carry the rest of the unit to victory if they had to.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>23-02-2018, 04:35:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Johnny_Nguyen_JohnnyNguyen-thumb-430xauto-34901.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13941518#msg13941518)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Spider SDR-5D<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Michelle Gardner<br><hr><br>Hiro was the first light mech stowed away.&nbsp; He noticed Michelle watching the action as his piloted his Spider in, and quickly exited his mech and got behind her.<br><br><em>“I so hope I haven't missed anything, well too late to worry now. Why am I so nervous? Oh yeah because I have to sit back and do nothing.”</em><br><br><strong>"Well, you don't <em>have</em> to sit back and do nothing, boss."</strong><br><br>He got closer, standing right behind her and off to the side, his voice a growly whisper in her ear, his breath cool and minty on the skin on the side of her neck.&nbsp; He was barely audible, and only to her.<br><br><strong>"Instead of sitting back, you can bend over.&nbsp; And instead of doing nothing, you can take a hard spanking."</strong><br><br>Hiro reached into her pocket and used some sleight of hand to get the list from it, giving just the slightest physical contact for Michelle to notice.&nbsp; He started walking away with the list, then turned around to face her to see her reaction while backpedalling away to lead her to him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>23-02-2018, 06:56:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/0bf2/th/pre/f/2014/246/b/e/tutorial_char_fte2_by_mitchellmohrhauser-d7xuugj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasmine Yeong<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Thorn - THE-S<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>short feminine legs swung lazily back and forth as they hung off one of the many high catwalks and gangways criss-crossing the upper loading bay. Cranes and power lifters hauled high explosive pallets to and fro. Some of those explosives were being craned up and loaded into the popped open back of a small sturdy mech. <br><br>Jasmine watched a team of crewman and remote robots gingerly secure each payload into the empty side torso. Jasmine had to beg and promise to get even one tonne of those missiles for herself, and promise to not use any of them during the raid if all possible. Being poor sucked... Jasmine couldn't wait to be rich. Make a pile of cash at this job like her parents managed to do and buy the shiniest mech she could find. Something bad-ass and fresh off the assembly line with all the latest trimmings. Her Thorn was nice, it really was, and it was a surprisingly sturdy little machine. But it was... simple. In both good and bad ways, and sometimes infuriating ways. Still it was her machine at least, and remembering that always brought a smile to her face. <br><br>The young woman took a moment to try and admire her machine. limp with inactivity as it was, the small 20 ton 'Thorn' looked like a puppet hanging from the end of a marionette that the puppet master forgot was in his hand. Her attentions gradually wandered around the bay, eyeing each of the companies other assets as they lay in similar states of dormancy. Watching similar scenes play out as the companies small army of mechanics loaded and crawled through the innards of the great war machines fixing anything that could be found before landing, or at least fixing anything that was within the current budget. <br><br>Who knew? with this new war there were bound to be contracts galore from every corner of the Sphere. Backed by the confidence and optimism of cheerful youth, Jasmine was sure their fortunes had to turn up sometime, and have that fat juicy contract they've all been waiting for fall into their lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>23-02-2018, 07:42:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db <br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Focused on the 'Mech locked down, Ailis notices most of this as peripheral noise, something to examine later, if at all. It was good to have that background noise again, good to have companions ... good to be somebody's eyes again. Ailis smiled a little and looked up, scanning the bay, looking at the other 'Mechs being secured. A lot of eyes, with this crew. A lot of maneuverability to draw the hitters where they were needed. <br><br>Ailis let her fingertips trail over <em>Grisel's</em> plating, took in the laser that arched over her head, then turned her attention back to her work, checking on the readouts for a dozen disparate parts, muttering under her breath as she goes through the list. She'll have time for tinkering on the way; maybe not much to do it with, but time, that she'll have. That, Ailis thinks, she can work with. Finally satisfied with the lockdown, she puts the pad away and gets to her feet. <em>Grisel's</em> safe enough for now.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>espendabelle</strong> on <strong>23-02-2018, 14:35:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/44/Sonjalg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sonja Blackstone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939784#msg13939784)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alis Ciarach; Open<br><hr><br>Sonja had watched her <em>Black Knight</em> being loaded into the ship with some small apprehension. The ancient, scarred BattleMech was about the only thing she actually owned in the world and there was allways a hint of concern whenever it was being handled or loaded by someone else, those moments when her fate was in someone else’s hands. Even though she would be taking the BattleMech into combat, that was a known and understood risk, one when she would be at the controls.<br><br>She shook it off, her mane of red dreadlocks shaking as she did. There was no sense in fretting about it now.<br><br>Outreach lay beyond the spaceport, a massive, sprawling city that held more people and wealth then she had ever seen in her life. They would be leaving it soon, but at least she’d had a small chance to experience some of the wonders of civilisation. It was an alien concept that should not have needed to be, seeing a world where people didn’t have to fight for the basics of life and instead could take their existence for granted.<br><br>Glancing around, she noted the diminutive <em>Hussar</em> pilot nearby. Giving the girl a smile, Sonja approached them with a nod. “Hey there,” she began. “You new here too?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>24-02-2018, 05:33:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; WHM-7A<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Dietrich climbed out of his cockpit somewhat slower than the others - dignified, some might say. Or decrepit, much like the antique he called his 'Mech. Scars from centuries of battle were visible on the machine's frame, some patched better, some worse; but the 'Mech had moved like it should, boarding the DropShip without trailing smoke or debris, and its pilot, for all that his hair was a steely grey, moved with purpose as he climbed down the ladder to the bottom of the hangar. "Rest now, Freki." He murmured, patting the steel armor of the 'Mech's foot. "Soon, we hunt again." Then he turned away, shrugged his shoulders, and headed towards the loading ramp, intent on giving a hand as needed; the sooner everything got stowed and secured, the sooner, they would be underway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2018, 06:05:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db <br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sonja, Open<br><hr><br>Ailis looked around, a ripple of surprise twitching her shoulders. "Eh? Oh, aye. New t' here." She smiles back, and wipes her hands off - for some reason, there are people that don't appreciate grubby mitts - before offering a mostly clean hand, palm up. "Ailis. Ye've th' hulkin' monstrosity there?" A nod in the specific direction of Sonja's Black Knight indicates which specific hulking monstrosity Ailis means, there being a number of them. While it's no Highlander, Ailis cannot help but approve Sonja's choice, deliberate or not. She is a little curious; she hasn't had much of a chance to get to know the people she's going to be bleeding beside due all the busywork. Taking a moment ... it is a nice break, and she's happy to take it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>espendabelle</strong> on <strong>24-02-2018, 13:43:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/44/Sonjalg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sonja Blackstone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939784#msg13939784)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ailis Ciarach; Open<br><hr><br>Ailis’ accent was thick; more so then Sonja had expected, and still alien to her ears. She hadn’t heard anything like it before, although that was more due to a lack of experience than anything else. She could still make out the woman’s words and intent, even if the exact interpretation of what she was saying took a moment.<br><br>Sonja gave a quick nod back in reply. “The <em>Black Knight?</em> Yeah, it’s… it’s mine all right. Bought it with me when I joined up.” The machine did loom not only over the pair of them, but also the other smaller ‘Mechs that were being loaded. “And I take it the <em>Hussar</em> is yours too.” She didn’t know much about the light ‘Mech, but knew that such small and agile machines were a definite asset.<br><br>“I don’t know many of the people here myself,” she stated, which was an admission as much as anything else at how poorly she was socialised with the others. “Mostly spoke to the recruiter.” Quietly, she was glad of the chance to break the ice and start with one person in the unit. Baby steps.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2018, 22:04:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db <br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sonja, Open<br><hr><br>Ailis nods, smiling. "Aye, that it is. No' many of 'em left." Not intact, anyway, Ailis can't actually recall seeing another, not that she's been so well-traveled as to claim it. What few remain are likely in the same state as <em>Grisel</em>; a mismatch of parts only brought coherence by the paint on their armor. Ailis' nose wrinkles a moment before shaking it off. "Ach, an' meself; I'd not hardly had a moment t' do more'n keep m' feet. I'm nae complainin'; feels like home." She waves a hand at the bustle and background noise; this is familiar and almost relaxing, as long as the noises don't include the crash and clatter of something being tipped over or dropped. "Comfortable, aye?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 01:28:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jasmine Open<br><hr><br>"Mind if I pick your brain for&nbsp; minute?" Angel asked, approaching Jasmine.&nbsp; He wasn't dressed in a mechwarrior's uniform but rather a flightsuit.&nbsp; Clearly he wasn't a mech pilot but equally clearly he didn't seem to put them on any sort of a pedestal.&nbsp; "I've never seen a mech like yours on the batlefield.&nbsp; My guess from a quick look is that she carries long range missiles and a couple of lasers for in close defense.&nbsp; Light and fast, meant to harass rather than stand and slug it out.&nbsp; A scout mech&nbsp; that can do some damage at range and then get the hell out when the big boys come after you.&nbsp; I'm pretty much mobile fire support and high speed scouting, which means we'll be working together.&nbsp; My weak point is that just about any hit will take me out of the action.&nbsp; If we're going to be supporting each other out there, we should probably get to know how to cover each other's asses."<br><br>He extended his hand.&nbsp; "Angelo Angelino.&nbsp; Call me Angel.&nbsp; I'll be the guy hovering a thousand meters over your head telling you that you're about to walk into a box cannon, so you'd better have jump jets."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 02:26:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Randall.png/240px-Randall.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alroy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13949089#msg13949089)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; KGC-000<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Deitrich, Open<br><hr><br>"That's a seven-Alpha model, isn't it? Can't be easy finding the parts you need to keep it running."<br><br>The man standing near the base of the ramp could have passed fairly easily for a dwarf out of ancient Lyran mythology. An inch or two above five feet, but with shoulders that looked nearly as wide, he lacked only a waist-length beard and an axe to complete the look. Instead, he had a neatly trimmed mustache and a utilitarian sidearm, looking appraisingly at Deitrich.<br><br>"At least I have the good fortune that they still make the spares I need, but doing maintenance on something that old is a Herculean task in its own right. So believe me when I say I know what you go through on a regular basis."
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				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 07:32:38</strong>
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				"Ancestor was part of the Royal Black Watch." Dietrich shrugs. "'Mech's been in the family ever since. And yes, maintenance is a damn nightmare. As you can see from all the badly patched scars, I'm sure. We seem to have a collection of more-or-less antique units, though - I mean, there's that Hussar over there, I thought I saw a King Crab, and that Thorn isn't exactly the most recent vintage of model either."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 07:51:55</strong>
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				Alroy snorted. "You're not wrong there, though even by Battlemech standards we're definitely sporting a rusty set of designs." <br><br>He stuck out his hand. "Alroy Fletcher. You did see a King Crab, it's mine. And if the hull plate isn't a forgery, it's one of the first hundred chassis Cosara ever manufactured, though after three hundred years I'd wager that plate is the only original part left in the entire machine. Not so much an antique as a walking museum piece, but it's too good to leave gathering dust somewhere."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 08:00:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; WHM-7A<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>"Tell me about it, I am fairly sure mine has a limited set of original parts." Dietrich nods as he takes the other mans hand, shaking it in a firm grip. "I must ap[ologize for the impertinence of introducing myself. Dietrich von Lindenfels. Sehr erfreut." The formal introduction is accompanied by a slightly lopsided smile, as if the older mercenary is not taking himself entirely seriously with the formality. "Do you have any idea where we are shipping out to?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>espendabelle</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 14:19:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/44/Sonjalg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sonja Blackstone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939784#msg13939784)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ailis Ciarach; Open<br><hr><br>Sonja nodded back in reply. “My <em>Knight</em> is a bit like that. I haven’t ever seen another one like it, and it seems they’re not too common.” She still wasn’t ready to front up to how she’d acquired it, but so far, nobody had pushed too hard on the matter. Under the hood, of course, the BattleMech was a mess of bypasses, patchwork repairs and whatever else the pirates had been doing to keep it running for however long, which would probably cause no end of problems in the future. “You’re right though. It feels good to be here, to be a part of a team.” The clutter of the ‘Mech bay was still something she was getting used to, but she had to at least act like it was normal.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 17:02:14</strong>
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				My post is coming later today
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ollumhammersong</strong> on <strong>26-02-2018, 07:04:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/0bf2/th/pre/f/2014/246/b/e/tutorial_char_fte2_by_mitchellmohrhauser-d7xuugj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasmine Yeong<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Thorn - THE-S<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>"Scout mech?" Her head tilted at an odd angle at the&nbsp; The woman chuckled and hopped to her feet. Whoever this guy was he clearly didn't know mechs. "Nah, he may be small but he can punch up nearly twice his size. I like to spend my time hunting other mechs, let the others race 'em."&nbsp; <br><br>Placing her hands on her hips she took a moment to size up the man speaking to her. And raising an amused eyebrow at his attempted breakdown of her mech and when he gave his name. "Angel...." well this one seemed a tad full of himself to be sure. It was yet to be seen if that would prove to be annoying or endearing. <br><br>"I'm Jasmine Yeong," She finally extended her hand to take his offered one. "You can call me Jasmine. And no, I don't have jump jets. It's so basic that sometimes I am surprised I have targetting computers." She nearly huffed in frustration before softening her visage into a light smirk. "But for twenty tons It can take a kick. So I guess its a fair enough trade. If I get a good paycheck or some better salvage out of this war maybe I can look into upgrading." Shrugging her shoulders. "Not much to do about it until then."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>26-02-2018, 20:05:46</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michelle Gardner &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Hiro, Open<br><hr><br>"Instead of sitting back, you can bend over.&nbsp; And instead of doing nothing, you can take a hard spanking." <br><br>She snorts but a little smile creeps up on the non scarred side of her face, before the accident, before she was promoted to lead this band of misfits they had spent some time together. She isn't sure how it all started, if memory serves they where a bit tipsy and talk turned to sex or lack thereof and they found a mutual like for some light bondage fun. And while she would quite enjoy it, with her new position it is probably not a good idea. Besides now is not the best of time, and she is sure he is only flirting with her to make her feel better. No man would find her new appearance all that pleasing. Perhaps he is feeling bad about it? Blaming himself? Well that is something that they can hash out later.<br><br>“Tease.. perhaps.. later.”<br><br>She whispers softly and turns to look at the new pilots, they seem to be getting along well enough for a bunch of strangers. Still, she catches the eye of the lead techs and she knows they want the bay to themselves to stow away all the gear before blastoff and as if the ship can read her mind a loud siren starts blaring and warning lights fill the cavernous hall as the massive ramp starts closing.<br><br>“STAND CLEAR DOOR CLOSING! STAND CLEAR!”<br><br>A computerized voice blares from the speakers and Michelle waits until the warning sirens fall silent to suck air into her lungs and then she calls out to her new pilots.<br><br>“OK all, clear off the deck. Unless you want to help stow ammo? No? Good, then meet up in the messhall on the double! Time to start earning your pay!”<br><br>She gives Hiro a little wink and she walks by him and one hand snakes out to slap him on his adorable butt, nice and tight behind you worship for hours. The thought sends a delightful little tingle through her ruined body but she suppresses it as she grips the ladder and quickly hauls herself up and out of the bay to head for the mess.<br><br>“Nathaniel, meet us in the mess hall.” she speaks into the intercom on her way, with her knowing her way around the ship like it was her home she beats the rest of them there and positions herself at the head of a table and waits for them all to file in. As each man and woman enters she gives them a little nod and greets each by name. They are not that many that she cannot remember a few names, specially when their lives are now in her hands. Patiently she waits for the smalltalk to die down before clearing her throat demanding attention. With both hands crossed behind her back she meets their eyes before talking.<br><br>“Right, I know you all would have liked more time to get to know each other, to learn the habits and ways of fighting. But we do not have that luxury sadly, with the invasion worlds are burning and I do not want to even think of the death toll so far. But I got us a job that will pay for some much needed munitions, as some of you know, the ones that pilot missile mechs, we are short on missiles. We got enough for this job but if you can avoid wasting them I would appreciate it. Now.. the mission.”<br><br>As she speaks a monitor comes to life behind her and she steps a few steps to the side to let them see the map. A small square compound with three large buildings nuzzling in with each other in the middle, a wall running along the perimeter and then open fields.<br><br>“Listening station Alpha Alpha five. Small, insignificant and to the naked eye abandoned. According to our employer there is some important information stored within, we are to head there, retrieve it and get out as fast as we can. The Clans are on the ground, Ghost Bear is currently fighting against a Draconis and mercenary mix trying to take it over. So the plan is to pretend to be just regular reinforcements, but we will make a dash for the station instead. Now, according to the latest intel the station is behind Clan lines. So if we stay too long it is likely we will be met with more resistance than we are equipped to handle at this point. Now. I want to open to floor to everyone, give me your thoughts, your questions, your ideas. We haven't had too much time to get to know each other, and I found or rather my old mentor hammered it into me. Let people speak during planning, that way you learn how they think and can better learn how to fight with them. Ok he said it in quite different words, most of them slurred by drink.”<br><br>With that she falls silent and desperately resists the urge to reach up to scratch at the scars on her face, why won't they stop itching?! It is infuriating, specially since she knows that side of her face is completely nerve dead so the itching is all in her head. A few breaths allow herself to push the phantom itch away before she points to the station again.<br><br>“It has four turret emplacements, long range autocannons with short range missile backups. We do not know if they are operational but let us assume they are. The leftmost building is a small mech hangar, on paper for agrimechs but can easily hold a few light mechs or even a medium but not tall enough for a heavy unless they have modified it. The target building is the centre one, someone has to go in on foot. Follow the instructions we have been given to download the data and then get out. The very last building is mess, showers and quarters. It should be empty. But again we do not know for sure. Now. Thoughts?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>26-02-2018, 20:29:39</strong>
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				Alroy studies the images of the compound, looking for angles and fields of fire for the indicated defensive turrets.<br><br>"What are we looking at for surrounding cover on the approach? Ridgelines, forests, gullies, whatever might get us as close as we can before those autocannons open up on us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>26-02-2018, 23:53:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jasmine then Open<br><hr><br>"Hunter-killer, eh?&nbsp; Sounds good.&nbsp; Give me a list of your preferred prey and I'll keep an eye out for them."<br><br>Angel would have liked the conversation to have been a little longer but the summons to the mess hall could not be ignored.&nbsp; Making a mental note to catch up with Jasmine later, he shrugged and headed for the mess hall.&nbsp; He made note of as many of the names as he could remember on such short notice and took a seat near the rear.<br><br>"I can do a quick flyover and see if there is any activity,"&nbsp; Angel offered.&nbsp; "I can drop a few remote sensors that will let us know if the facility is still manned and whether they have anything hidden in the mech bay.&nbsp; That should give us some idea.&nbsp; Once we know that, we can alter any plan we have to fit."<br><br>"Do we know if the turrents are autonomous or will we be facing gunners?&nbsp; That configuration sounds like it is intended for anti-air operations, so maybe their elevation is restricted. In either case, if we could get them to focus on one of the heavier mechs that can handle the punishment, we can hit them with long range missiles.&nbsp; &nbsp; Once we've disabled the autocannons, move closer and finish them with long range heavy laser and PPC fire to conserve ammo.&nbsp; &nbsp;Can they fire into the compound?&nbsp; If not, we could take out a single corner and move in through there.&nbsp; And if the information needs to move fast, we can put it in my chopper and I can be up and out of range of anything that isn't aerospace.&nbsp; Once I've got the package delivered, I can refuel, rearm if necessary, and head back to help escort the rest of the unit out.&nbsp; Hell, I can even throw a spare mech pilot in the back seat and if there<em> is</em> anything in that mech bay, maybe we can take it with us."<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.skyrock.net/6620/58276620/pics/2703883276_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Jäger.&nbsp; aka the Butcher<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Manticore Tank "Jagermeister"<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br><em>Nathaniel.</em><br><br>She'd called him Nathaniel.<br><br>Again.<br><br>He sighed and shook his head.&nbsp; He was never going to get that bloody woman to stop calling him Nathaniel.&nbsp; Somebody had introduced him to her as Nathaniel and the bloody woman had a mind like a steel trap when it came to names.&nbsp; The problem was, on his, her steel trap had rusted shut on Nathaniel.<br><br>He <em>hated</em> being called Nathaniel.&nbsp; He'd accept almost anything except Nathaniel.&nbsp; He knew she wasn't doing it to annoy him.&nbsp; She used his full name out of respect.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Maybe you should actually tell her that you don't like it.&nbsp; It's not like the bloody woman can read your mind.&nbsp; Then again, is it really all that important?</em><br><br>Nathaniel Jäger had a face that only a mother could love.&nbsp; His nose had been broken so many times that it had just finally given up on having much shape.&nbsp; His jaw jutted out like an invitation to take a swing.&nbsp; Most of the people who had accepted that invitation had learned that it was made of solid granite.&nbsp; His hair was trimmed short for a variety of reasons, ranging from eliminating something for a opponent to grab to reducing his chances of acquiring a lice infestation.&nbsp; He was thick bodied and thick limbed and he was likely never to win any footraces but he was more than capable of running a marathon, turning around and running back to the starting point almost as quickly.&nbsp; One hundred and eleven men had each specifically tried to kill him at one point or another.&nbsp; One hundred and eight of them were dead.&nbsp; Three wished they were.<br><br>He listened carefully to each of the warriors as they spoke, trying to gauge their fighting styles based on what questions they asked or what suggestions they made.<br><br>Alroy Fletcher was used to in close fighting.&nbsp; Small wonder, given the behemoth he piloted.&nbsp; He would use cover to close on an opponent and surprise the Hell out of them.&nbsp; Probably cut them in half too, if he was any kind of gunner.&nbsp; Angelo Angelino moved fast, with his machine and with his ideas.&nbsp; Fast decisions could be a blessing and a curse.&nbsp; Only time would tell whether he fast decisions would need to be encouraged or discouraged.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 00:16:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michelle Gardner &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> everyone<br><hr><br><br>She nods and presses a button to zoom out on the map, she is deliberately spoon feeding them information as they ask in order to learn more about them. It is an obvious ploy but they are seriously short on time after all and she needs to know how each warrior thinks.<br><br>"We will be coming in from the south, open abandoned rice fields for about a kilometer before the compound. Before that you will have light cover from orchards and other smaller farm houses. Honestly not the ideal approach, the mechs shouldn't have any problem with the rice fields but it will seriously bog down tracked vehicles. There is a wide river that has cut its way into the earth to the north of the compound that can offer more substantial cover but that is on the wrong side of the target. A wide flanking maneuver is possible but that poses the risk of getting stuck between the target and any reinforcements that might come. We do not know if there is anyone at the target area, we do not know if those turrets are even active. As Angel pointed out, they seem to be more anti air than anti ground. Based on their location the hangar for the aggro mechs will likely block at least one turret from engaging you as you move in and when you are inside you should be safe from them. Our employer assured us that they cannot rotate to fire inward. Of course, I don't need to remind you all that employers sometimes.."forget" details so don't take it for granted."<br><br>Again she pauses, darn itch just wont go away and she finds her mouth to be a bit dry. All natural results of the horrific damage, or at least so the doctor has claimed.<br><br>"A flyover is a good idea, if we can make sure they do not suspect it is a recon. Hopefully the enemy still thinks it is just another farmstead and hasn't taken any interest in it, so we don't want to tip them off. And again, we don't know if the turrets are active or if the generators are even on. If they are not we will need to activate them in order to get the data from the computerbanks. Your flyover will need to be sneaky in order to not tip them off but also inform us of all these unknown variables. Oh, and don't get shot down if the guns do open up please."<br><br>Her face breaks into a twisted smile, it is a bit unsettling with only half of her face actually moving but from the body language and her tone it is clear that she is teasing. She has read his files enough times to trust him to not get shot down that easily. The things he can do with that thing is downright amazing. She then turns to Alroy.<br><br>"While there isn't much cover for you and you are likely to have to push that behemoth of yours a fair bit we will need you not far from the scouts to back them up. If these Clanners do show up the sight of you should at least give them some pause."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 00:41:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>Angel paused, doing some mental math.&nbsp; "I can either go nape of earth, which will let us know fairly quickly if the anti-aircraft turrets are active.&nbsp; Full throttle, from extreme range coming to extreme range going, they'd maybe have thirty seconds or so to take me out and that doesn't give me much loitering time over the target.&nbsp; Fly-by at altitude, there would be no way anyone could know what I was looking at until I circled back.&nbsp; That would mean no sensor drop, so no warning if there was an active mech in the shed.&nbsp; Best I could give you then would be an infrared scan to see if the building was hotter than it should be because of the fusion engine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 05:06:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Johnny_Nguyen_JohnnyNguyen-thumb-430xauto-34901.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13941518#msg13941518)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Spider SDR-5D<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Michelle Gardner, Angel<br><hr><br><em>"OK all, clear off the deck. Unless you want to help stow ammo? No? Good, then meet up in the messhall on the double! Time to start earning your pay!"</em><br><br>After Michelle barked out some orders, Hiro started volunteering to stow some ammo instead of going to the messhall.<br><br>Hiro was standing with his back to Michelle when she smacked his ass.&nbsp; It made him jump.&nbsp; He looked at her with and shook his head in mock admonishment, like he was going to make her pay for that later.&nbsp; Watching her sweet round bottom move side to side fueled his imagination all the way to the messhall.<br><br>He was distracted by his memories and ideas for Michelle, but when she started talking strategy and tactics, he was listening.&nbsp; Angel was the first to chime in.<br><br><em>"I can do a quick flyover and see if there is any activity.&nbsp; I can drop a few remote sensors that will let us know if the facility is still manned and whether they have anything hidden in the mech bay.&nbsp; That should give us some idea.&nbsp; Once we know that, we can alter any plan we have to fit.<br><br>"Do we know if the turrents are autonomous or will we be facing gunners?&nbsp; That configuration sounds like it is intended for anti-air operations, so maybe their elevation is restricted. In either case, if we could get them to focus on one of the heavier mechs that can handle the punishment, we can hit them with long range missiles.&nbsp; &nbsp; Once we've disabled the autocannons, move closer and finish them with long range heavy laser and PPC fire to conserve ammo.&nbsp; &nbsp;Can they fire into the compound?&nbsp; If not, we could take out a single corner and move in through there.&nbsp; And if the information needs to move fast, we can put it in my chopper and I can be up and out of range of anything that isn't aerospace.&nbsp; Once I've got the package delivered, I can refuel, rearm if necessary, and head back to help escort the rest of the unit out.&nbsp; Hell, I can even throw a spare mech pilot in the back seat and if there is anything in that mech bay, maybe we can take it with us."</em><br><br>Hiro nodded to all of that.&nbsp; Angel was full of good ideas.&nbsp; He considered mentioning not launching the few long range missiles they had, but it seemed like a good use of them.<br><br><strong>"We can do the recon and scouting at night, maybe even the whole mission.&nbsp; If we see lights or pick up heat, then we know something is going down there.&nbsp; Also, maybe we can salvage the ammo from the turrets to supplement what we have.&nbsp; We can use smoke from grenades or fire from flamers to cover our entrance through the rice fields or we can use it as a distraction while we snag the data.&nbsp; I'm good with going on foot for some of the mission."</strong> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 06:58:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283443.msg13954322#msg13954322">Quote from: Sara Nilsson on 27-02-2018, 00:16:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"While there isn't much cover for you and you are likely to have to push that behemoth of yours a fair bit we will need you not far from the scouts to back them up. If these Clanners do show up the sight of you should at least give them some pause."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I can squeeze a bit more speed out of my behemoth than most people expect, but I'm still going to be the slowest dancer in the ballroom. I've got more armor than anyone else if the turrets are live, but keeping me in front of everyone means the formation will be moving at my speed - not ideal for our scouts. My recommendation would be to put Mr. Von Lindenfels and Ms. Blackstone on my wings as an understrength assault lance and bull us straight down the turrets' throats; their particle cannons will be able to pick off the turrets well outside my own range, while I soak incoming fire. Have the scouts roam free to cover our flanks on the assault, then picket our perimeter while we extract the data."<br><br>Alroy was a firm believer in planning for the worst. The Commander might not be certain if the turrets were even functional, but he was evaluating the mission assuming that not only would they be engaging the turrets, but that the Clanners would respond before they were done. Or as a rather pithy list of 'advice' he had retained from his days on Solaris phrased it, <em>'Don't expect the enemy to cooperate in the creation of your dream engagement.'</em><br><br>"That ravine also concerns me, now that you've mentioned it. Not for getting in, but in case we need to hold the compound against counter-attack. Clanners have weird ideas of honor in combat, but that doesn't stop them from being sneaky as hell if they want to. We'll want to be keeping an eye on our back door, and it might be worth looking at for a secondary evacuation route if something big gets between us and the primary dustoff LZ. On that note, what does Ghost Bear have in theatre that we might be tangling with? What do we know about their preferred tactics?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>espendabelle</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 13:52:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/44/Sonjalg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sonja Blackstone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939784#msg13939784)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Sonja was in on the briefing, listening carefully to each word said and the information being passed around. This wasn’t her first rodeo by any means, but it was her first in such an organised and professional unit, and her first that wasn’t based on the principle of simply stealing whatever wasn’t nailed down. And there was also the thought of the Clans, something the deeply concerned her. She’d only heard tales of these soldier warlords from deep space, and what little she knew could be best described as… terrifying.<br><br>She subconsciously scratched the scar on the side of her face as she thought about the situation, and how it looked. “So I guess I’m going to be at the front,” she considered. “Though if the turrets are automated, we could try distracting them with smoke or maybe fast strikes. Stand-off with the LRMs if possible.” Sonja considered matters for the moment. “How close to the front is this place? Or is it one of those cases where nobody knows where the battle could go?”<br><br>The last time she had been in one of ‘those cases’ before. It had not ended well.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 23:36:49</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.skyrock.net/6620/58276620/pics/2703883276_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Jäger.&nbsp; aka the Butcher<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Manticore Tank "Jagermeister"<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>"What is the road access like?" Jager asked his crushed nose making it sound like he had a heavy cold.&nbsp; "And what are the chances of them being mined?&nbsp; Alternatively, what is the river bed like?&nbsp; Mud would make it impassible for the tanks but a gravel bed would support their weight.&nbsp; If the water isn't too deep, we could button up and run the Manticores right up the river.&nbsp; That would give us a heavy duty surprise, should anything unexpected show up.&nbsp; If I can't get tanks any closer, I'll have them dug in at the edge of the rice fields, to give you covering fire on the way out, if necessary."<br><br>&nbsp; He stood, rubbing the stubble on his chin.&nbsp; "As far as he Ghost Bears are concerned, they tend to be conservative, wanting to gather as much information as they can, before committing to a course of action.&nbsp; This does not mean that they are timid.&nbsp; They are quite capable of recon in force and their scout mechs are more than capable of punching above their weight class.&nbsp; If you engage a clan Ghost Bear opponent, you can expect a tough fight, because their pilots will fight with all the tenacity and savagery of the proverbial she-bear protecting her cubs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-02-2018, 05:39:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michelle Gardner &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> everyone<br><hr><br>She lets them all discuss things and she waits until there are several questions at once for her to answer, it feels so different to be the one standing up by the map explaining rather than sitting in the back looking at it from the perspective of a Raven pilot. It is a sobering thought to know they are all counting on her, on her to get all the intel they need, to make sure there are jobs lined up, and to make sure they all come back in one piece.<br><br>“Let me answer all your questions in no particular order. The area is not in the immediate combat zone, mostly because so far no one has deemed it worthy to fight over. The many rice patties, orchards and rivers make it unimportant in the eyes of the defenders who have chosen to protect the industrial areas and the port more. And it seems the Clanners only strike directly at the forces arrayed before them even going out of their way to hit civilian targets. How long this will last or if it is even a deliberate strategy we cannot say. But they seem more interested in proving themselves against the Draconis forces.”<br><br>The map is zoomed out even more to show the nearest Draconis forces who are stationed at an industrial complex some 120km (75miles roughly) away. The compound <br><br>“So far the battlelines have been reasonably stable, or as reasonably stables as they are likely to get. The defenders are slowly giving ground, which should be no greater surprise to anyone. That seem to be the way it goes everywhere, the Clans have far superiour tech and the element of surprise. We are still reeling so .. anyway I am going off on a tangent. Our arrival might have them send units to deal with us, so honestly I cannot say if they will come sniffing at us or not. Last recon report showed that the Clan have not placed any mines but that information is now almost two weeks old, hopefully as we arrive we can get more accurate information.”<br><br>She nods at the various ideas for taking out the turrets, all of them good. It is telling how each pilot thinks they should handle them, from fooling them to blowing them up while soaking the incoming damage.<br><br>“Night fighting is an interesting thought, do you all think you can handle that extra challenge? As for the riverbed, unknown. I do not think sending our tanks around in unknown terrain like that. If they get stuck we will have them on the wrong side of the compound and facing a possible counter attack. I am sorry Nathaniel, I think it is best if we keep the tanks behind as long range support and have them cover the heavy mechs if they come under fire as we retreat back to the dropship. Specifically our King Crab as it is the slowest. As for enemy forces we can expect.”<br><br>Another pause and she reaches to fill a cup with water to wet her mouth before continuing.<br><br>“They seem to favour fast and hard hitting mechs, Dragonflies for scouting and Vultures for the main hitting force. And let us not forget their far superiour battle armours with what is being called Elementals being a serious risk to any of our mechs even the heavies and assaults.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>28-02-2018, 05:56:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; WHM-7A<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>"I would advise against getting into a shooting match if we can help it." Dietrich opines, after listening to the conversation.. "Some of those scars on my 'Hammer are from the last time I was up there. I would also suggest using their ways against them, if we can - that is to say, we might wish to consider announcing ourselves, declaring a challenge for what we came for, and see if we cannot get them to dispense with some of their advantages." He pauses for a moment, considering the situation. "I am on the fence about whether we should honor any agreements we make in that regard. The tradition of nobility and knighthood says we should. Practicality argues that any advantage we can get over them, we need." Another pause. "Of course, when my last unit dispensed with honor, the Tin-born started ganging up, and they are already hard enough to defeat when they hold to their usual one-on-one duels."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>28-02-2018, 06:06:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db <br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Ailis remains silent, taking in the map and the details in a way that suggests she's mentally filing. Rice fields... rice is a swamp grain... Ailis' nose wrinkles. She's never heard of anyone losing a foot in that, but she's in no hurry to be the first.. and it's not going to be deep enough to help with heat management, much less impromptu cover. She looks around for a moment, mentally matching up 'Mechs and pilots - or 'copters and pilot - as best she can, then shrugs slightly. Taking out opportunists expecting easy kills on slow heavies has never ceased to be entertaining... for her and the heavies, anyway. This though... this won't be that easy, she reminds herself. The little shake is visible, even. <br><br>Dietrich's tale gets him a sidelong glance, and her a mental note to drag more of that out of him later; intel is much more useful to her when she has it. Now, however... not so good a time.<br><br>Listening to the boss, she looks up when she realizes there's a bit that hasn't been mentioned. A mental rewind ... no. What, but not 'how many' ... "An' that would mean we're not like t' have accurate numbers for 'em?" She asks, straightening. "No' that I'd be expectin' th' 'accurate' part t' be worth much, considerin'." Recon usually is her job after all; remembering some of her more specialized kit, she smiles slightly. "How's their comms, d'we ken? M' gears a touch buggy sometimes, but still works a treat; ain't much gets clear if'n I don' want it to." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>espendabelle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2018, 13:06:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/44/Sonjalg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sonja Blackstone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939784#msg13939784)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Sonja nodded at Deitrich’s suggestion. “I agree entirely; if we can avoid combat outside of the target, then that’d be the best option. Maybe have the lights and choppers run recon to screen for enemy elements and then use that to plot our movements. I mean, we can assume that the Clans are going to be hostile no matter what.” Again, she knew so little about them, making them alien beings in an already alien universe. “From what you’ve said, the Kuritan troops are to be considered hostile as well.”<br><br>She continued to finger her scar, unaware of what she was doing. “I mean, in a situation like this, I don’t think we can rely on either side to follow any sort of ‘rules’, given that we’re an unwanted third party.” Her own experience had taught her that plying by ‘rules’ rarely worked out well, but that had been a very different part of her life.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>01-03-2018, 00:51:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>"The enemy of my enemy is my friend,"&nbsp; Angel said.&nbsp; "As long as we are shooting at the Ghost Bears, Kurita won't be shooting at us.&nbsp; Of course if we run into Kurita first..." he shrugged.&nbsp; "All bets are off on how they will react, unless we've got a code phase to let them know we're the good guys."<br><br>He studied the map for a moment.&nbsp; "So, the tanks and probably the assault mech will hand back around the edges of the rice fields as support.&nbsp; That beast looks like it has a missile rack, so it can support the Manticores and do horrible things to any enemy mech that strays into your gun sights at closer range.&nbsp; Heavies will move up, to take on the turrets, if the recon attempt activates the turrent defenses.&nbsp; Once the turrets are down, light mechs move up in force to loot the facility.&nbsp; Do we have any stray pilots?&nbsp; If there is a mech in that shed, maybe we can claim it as battle salvage, if they're willing to ride shogun in my bird."<br><br>It was a bold suggestion.&nbsp; Few pilots would willingly forego their walking war machine and voluntarily take a seat in one of the flimsiest vehicles in the theatre of war, on the off chance that they might be able to pick up another mech.&nbsp; It would take a bold or desperate mech pilot to do what he did every day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>03-03-2018, 01:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michelle Gardner &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> everyone<br><hr><br>“Sorry no accurate numbers, remember most of the intel is classified and what we do know has been gathered by our employer through what little his people been able to tell. And since our employer is not the Draks we are working with limited intel. I know I know, but this is supposed to be a quick hit and run. So normally I would be willing to open talks with them but that would delay us, and every day increases the chances that someone even on accident will find out that the farm isn't what it is supposed to be. And as Miss Blackstone put it, we are a third party. Both sides will look at us with suspicion and we do not have the time for diplomacy. We need to go in, get the data and fuck right off again before they start shooting at us.”<br><br>With no further questions forthcoming she finds herself scratching at her scarred up face and quickly pushes the hand away before continuing.<br><br>“So the plan is, Mr Angelino as soon as we land I want you in the air and give us data. A lot will depend on exactly is going on as we touch down. If anyone is willing to hop into his little tincan you are welcome to but that is voluntary .. for now. As I said we will have to adapt our plan to conditions on the ground. If we find the turrets active I will need Mr Fletcher to try and soak up any incoming damage and you all to hit them hard. I know we are low on missiles but I rather you do this quick than save money. Though, try and not to miss. Then lights go in, heavies stay back so we don't have to wait too long for you as we pull back once we got the data. Do we have someone willing to go out of their mech to get the data? Preferably someone that knows their way around a computer, if not we will have a tech or myself ride with Mr Angelino. I know it isn't much but again, I can't stress enough. The intel we have is old, incomplete and likely to have changed as we get there. Mr Jäger will be in direct command of the op once it all kicks into gear. If you have further questions, ask away, or if you need me during transit my door is always open but knock before hand please. Try and not go to crazy during our trip there, and if you do what I know many want to do just I don't need someone to come and tell me they are pregnant so be responsible. DISMISSED!”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>03-03-2018, 13:13:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Johnny_Nguyen_JohnnyNguyen-thumb-430xauto-34901.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13941518#msg13941518)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Spider SDR-5D<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Michelle Gardner<br><hr><br>After hearing more suggestions and more about how their intel wasn't great or current, Hiro was actually kind of glad that Michelle seemed to forget... perhaps intentionally... that he volunteered to get out of his mech and go in on foot.<br><br>After being dismissed, he walked up to Michelle and whispered to her, <strong>"I have some questions that I'd like to ask you... in private.&nbsp; Where should I meet you - in your office... or your quarters?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>04-03-2018, 22:43:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; WHM-7A<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>So. Bad intel, up against the Clans, in Kurita space... not that Dietrich had any damn sympathy for the Dragon, but this promised to be less than amusing. He rose wwwith a scowl, thinking the amtter over to himself. Looked around the others, wondering if they had the same misgivings about this one he did. "Anyone else not like the way this one smells?" He grumbled, to noone in particular...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>04-03-2018, 23:05:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.skyrock.net/6620/58276620/pics/2703883276_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Jäger.&nbsp; aka the Butcher<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Manticore Tank "Jagermeister"<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Dietdich then All<br><br>"You still have a sense of smell?"&nbsp; Nathaniel asked.&nbsp; "Mine got burned out long ago by how badly everything smelled after a briefing."&nbsp; His eyes were on the way Hiro was whispering in Michelle's ear.&nbsp; He didn't care who she was sleeping with, as long as the Spider pilot didn't try and use the relationship to avoid doing his job.<br><br>Before the Warhammer pilot could answer, Nathaniel put two fingers in his mouth and whistles sharply.&nbsp; "Listen up!&nbsp; Before you all disappear into whatever dark shadows you want to crawl into, there are a few things you want to say.&nbsp; You heard the commander's comments about getting knocked up, so you know her opinion on the matter.&nbsp; I don't give a rat's ass about which of you are bumping uglies with each other.&nbsp; What I do give a rat's ass about is this unit, so when it comes to getting your freak on, there is your time and there is my time.&nbsp; If you want to knock booties, do it on your own time.&nbsp; If I catch you getting busy on my time, when you're supposed to be doing something else, like patrolling or doing maintenance, I am going to boot-fuck your ass with my size thirteens.&nbsp; I don't give a shit if you'e a mech pilot, aerospace jockey or a damned tech.&nbsp; You endanger this unit because you want to get some, you will find out that I am not your friend.&nbsp; You will wish you'd been captured by the enemy because you can be damned sure they treat their prisoners better than I will treat you."<br><br>He looked at the warriors before him.&nbsp; He didn't care what they thought of him.&nbsp; He needed their obedience, not their love.&nbsp; "Secondly, I know somebody here is going to try and set up a still and brew their own rot gut, risking their health and their sight in order to get a little extra out of life.&nbsp; Somebody always does.&nbsp; It is a dangerous thing to do and can cause serious damage to your internal organs if it is no done properly.&nbsp; If you absolutely must set up you own still, come find me.&nbsp; I would welcome the competition and I will show you how to do it properly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>05-03-2018, 08:43:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db <br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Dietrich<br><hr><br>Ailis opens her mouth after Dietrich's comment, then snaps it shut again at the shrill whistle. That means business, and Nathaniel has her instant and undivided attention. She listens with the same careful attentiveness that Michelle got, with the only real suggestion of surprise the occasional twitch of eyebrows; she eventually nods, accepting the lot without concern. Perhaps a little bit amused, but only the glint in her eyes betrays that as she mutters, "I din' hear ye suggest that somebody on this ship might be brewin' somethin' worth drinkin', did I?" While a shipmate brewing something contraband isn't unusual, she's never been willing to risk blindness to test any of it. Neither does she seem to expect him to answer that - he did not, after all, merely suggest it - she has something more important on her immediate radar, and she hates tracking people through ships if she doesn't have to... and as long as he's in the room, she doesn't have to. <br><br>Light of foot and quick, she inserts herself next to Dietrich with a friendly smile. "Ye said ye'd tangled wi' th' tin-caste before; that'd put ye one up on me, an' I'd be interested t' hear what ye learned from it." Fully aware she may be the odd one out for that bit of info, she's not willing to go racing into the fray without whatever she can get.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>espendabelle</strong> on <strong>05-03-2018, 13:22:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/44/Sonjalg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sonja Blackstone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939784#msg13939784)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Ailis, Dietrich<br><hr><br>The thought of a drink was relaxing to Sonja, if nothing else because it was a way to get through the tension that was otherwise filling the room. There were a lot of things that she didn’t like about the situation, but a good sized portion of that was a simple lack of knowledge of what she was getting in to. She approached Ailis, giving the redhead a nod. “A drink does sound good,” she admitted as they joined the others. “What’s your preferred poison?”<br><br>Following Ailis’ lead, she turned to Deitrich. “I admit that I have never faced the Clans and know, well, nothing about them. Anything you have would be appreciated.” About the only good part of the situation was that she seemed to be as out of her depth as everyone else.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2018, 00:29:25</strong>
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				"Think they have decent beer on this can?" Dietrich asks quietly. "Or am I going to be growing my own barley and hops?" He nodded in the direction of what passed for a mess hall on the DropShip - probably cramped quarters and all. "So, Clans. Cannot tell you much, I wasn't an officer. We ran into them out in the periphery. They demanded to know defenses, the Boss listed about half the unit. After a little while, they announced where they would land, and with what kind of numbers, not that their designations made a lot of sense to us. Boss decided to ambush them. We found out right quick that they got range, mobility and firepower on us. Give you an example, they got a 'Mech same weight class as my 'Hammer. Configuration seems variable, I saw two major variants fielded. One packs lasers the firepower and range of my PPCs and a pair of LRM-20 racks, the other packs a pair of PPCs and a bunch of short-range weapons, including homing SRMs. Moves about 10kph faster than my 'Hammer, 'bout half again the armor, I've seen their PPCs outrange ours by about half, and fire inside minimum range without feedback loops. Anyway, back to the observations. We fielded half the unit properly, waited for them to land. Boss had the other half arranged to fall on their backs. Clan types fought duel-style until our reinforcements came in. When the first shot was fired from behind, they all turned, methodically destroyed that entire half of the unit using concentrated firepower, and then did the same to the rest of us. Their boss told me to 'return and spread the word of what happens to traitors and dark caste.' Can't say I saw fit to argue, and in fairness to the tin-born, we /did/ attempt to betray him." Dietrich pauses for a moment. By that time, the trio is likely ensconced at one of the tables with a mug of liquid. "Figure they are fundamentally honorable - if you play them straight, they will just chew you up. Try to backstab them, maybe they will let one live as a warning. More likely, they will eradicate everyone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>06-03-2018, 19:56:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michelle Gardner &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> everyone, → Hiro<br><hr><br>She nods to Hiro with a slightly haunted look on her face, clearly betraying how bad she feels about not being able to give the men and women under her command better intel. And when the words "Anyone else not like the way this one smells?" is heard she visibly flinches, she knows she can speak up and let them know the alternative is a meat grinder mission against the clans that will leave many of them dead and that is about it. While there are cries for mercs they are still licking their wounds, untested in battle as a new unit and as such many employers would only sign them up for suicide missions. This is the best she can do for them on the very limited budget and experience she has at her disposal. Thankfully Nathaniel takes over and draws everyones attention away from the commander so they don't see the look on her face as she slinks out with her mind swirling with thoughts on what few strings she can pull to get just a little bit more information, just a few nuggets of intel that can help them.<br><br>As she hears the heavy door hiss closed behind her she slams her right fist into the bulkhead with a snarl. Due to her having no sensation left in that hand she doesn't feel it but the act does feel good, she turns to look at Hiro and lets out a long sigh.<br><br>“I never wanted this, I didn't want command. You know this, I just.. I just wish I could leap into a Raven and be out there again. Not, stuck behind a desk with too little information to keep them safe. You heard the muttering, but this is the best I could get. The other job I could line up was a suicide op. We would be eaten up and spit out in days and back to square one, heck further back than that.”<br><br>She falls silent and resumes walking, and she doesn't say anything until they are in her small office. Office, a bit of a joke. It is a tiny room with a desk and a bed, sure large in comparison to what the rest will have to sleep in but still space on a dropship is at a premium. She plops down behind the desk and looks up at him curiously.<br><br>“I got a lot to do, I need to try and pull what little strings I have and see if I can come up with something. So, please tell me whatever you needed to talk to me about won't take long.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>06-03-2018, 20:07:52</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Randall.png/240px-Randall.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alroy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13949089#msg13949089)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; KGC-000<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Deitrich, Open<br><hr><br>"Any idea how they shake down for dance partners, if they favor duel-style combat? Do they try to match up equivalent seniority, their lance commander against ours, and go down from there? Tonnage equality? Do they fight to the death, or will they accept or offer concession? What if the numbers aren't even, is everyone expected to fight at some point?<br><br>Alroy probably understood the many permutations of honorable combat better than anyone except von Lindenfels and the Kuritan, but the Clans still remained as much a mystery to him as outright aliens.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2018, 05:44:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; WHM-7A<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Dietrich shrugs. "Like I said, boss opted to betray 'em, so things went downhill right fast. I heard a few challenges on the radio before, though..." He frowns, trying to remember. "My name is Dietrich von Lindenfels; I pilot the sole Warhammer 7A on the field. I challenge the pilot of the King Crab to battle. In this matter, let none interfere." It has the sound of a quote, or at least, an attempt to recall the wording heard on comms in the middle of a fight. "Not that I had any idea which 'Mechs their designations meant. I suspect that they will accept honorable surrender, their fighting style seemed to focus on rendering combat-unworthy, rather than destroying, before they went all-out on us. Whether they will offer? No clue. We didn't come close to disabling a single 'Mech. Got no answer for the last, although I would guess that either a particularly daring pilot will take on more than one enemy, They seem to consider that sort of thing appropriate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>08-03-2018, 07:24:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db <br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Ailis leans against the table. "Well now. That'll make things interesting." She muses, wrinkles her nose a little. "Maybe a bit more interestin' than I'm usually&nbsp; likin' it. But if they're takin' those challenges seriously... I'm thinkin' that's a good thing, at th' least, if they're findin' us first, it'll be givin' us a chance." Maybe not much of a chance, but Ailis isn't going to complain. It's something, more than she had a few minutes ago; which probably explains the little grin playing about the corner of her mouth. "I'm likin' our chances a bit better." Still stinks, but .. what doesn't? Can't blame that one on the boss; Ailis knows better than that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>08-03-2018, 17:08:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.skyrock.net/6620/58276620/pics/2703883276_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Jäger.&nbsp; aka the Butcher<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Manticore Tank "Jagermeister"<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>"I can tell you one thing,” Nathaniel said. “Their respect for honour and single combat does not extend to tanks. They’ll all open up on an annoying tank without a second thought. I guess they think we interfere with their ritual combat or some damned thing. You and me, Angelino. We are targets of opportunity.”<br><br>He chuckled. “Depends on what you consider decent beer. I managed to snag a couple of cases of some craft beer on Outreach. If you want anything stronger, I’ve got that too. And yes, if anyone wants to learn the fine art of drop ship distilling, come find me when we’re both off duty and i’ll teach you what I know. Just be warned that the techs are your worst enemies and your best customers. They’ll pillage your still for parts and they’ll buy everything you produce. You’ll need to strike a balance between how happy your tech is and how sober a job they do repairing your machines.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>12-03-2018, 19:08:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; WHM-7A<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>"Hunh. Never noticed, but I guess it makes sense... tanks are usually not crewed by single individuals. Not sure about choppers, I don't get to ride the armed kind." Dietrich ponders that bit of info. "They do seem to place much stock in the individual's honor and capability."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>13-03-2018, 01:58:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>"Looks like I may find out the hard way," Angel said.&nbsp; "I'm willing to tangle with a light mech.&nbsp; I've got a decent main weapon and I'm small and fast.&nbsp; If I keep things at extreme range, I should stand a decent chance of taking one out.&nbsp; If all else fails, I'll be a dishonourable cur who turns and runs from a fight, especially if I run out of ammunition.&nbsp; Hopefully I won't come back with empty bins.&nbsp; I don't want to be the one who has to tell the commander I've used up all my LRMs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>13-03-2018, 05:44:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db <br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>"Hrrm." Ailis leans back against the table, shaking her head. "This'd be one of th' times I'm no' so sorry t' be only packin' the laser." She flexes her hands, smiling slightly. Even if it might get her killed, it's good to be working again, and no words have been said so far to give her the impression any of these have their brains in their pants, or worse places.&nbsp; "Alright. So, betwixt th' Dracs an' the Clanners, almost sounds like we'd be better off t' run into th' Clanners; more likely they'd talk first, if only t' pick a dance partner." She tilts her head. "Or am I misunderstandin' th' lot o' ye?" <br><br>Leaning easily against the table, the picture of calm, Ailis absently worries a braid between her fingers. Honourable duel can mean a lot of things .. the information is helpful, but... damn, would she like to know how far that goes. How far 'know your opponent' goes ... she's had a lesson or two on that subject, enough to make her more concerned than she wants to admit. Especially now. With coppery strands now tangled around her fingers, she drops the rumpled brain, letting it fall back against her shoulder, and lets her arm fall back against the table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>15-03-2018, 02:56:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus O’Hare (NPC)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> all<br><hr><br>One of the tank crew who is sitting on a nearby table looks up and grins at the mech pilots with a mouthful of almost too white teeth. Like many of his kind it is clear that he is a little bit in awe of the mech pilots, but still he has been with the Raiders for a few campaigns now and has seen the commander back when she was a Raven pilot and knows a thing or two about her.<br><br>“Look, flyboy. Angel is it? Don't worry about telling her you used up the missiles. Worry about telling her you got someone killed because you didn't use them. Yeah we got the same talk you guys got no doubt, we are low on missiles. But we served with her back when she was a mech jockey like you lot. Brash, wouldn't listen to caution, and more than once told the old boss to stick it. If you need to shoot, shoot. She will yell at you and scream no doubt, but trust me. You didn't see the grief stricken look on her face after the last op. She can take the loss of money more than the loss of live.”<br><br>He pauses to take a long sip of his glass of water before finishing up what he wanted to say.<br><br>“Don't worry. Yeah the intel sucks, the battlefield fluid and we might get gangfucked by the Clanners and the Dracs. But don't worry, we will be there to bail you hotshots out.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>15-03-2018, 04:05:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>Angel chuckled when Marcus chastised him, although he was a little annoyed that the tank jockey had called his attention away from the redhead who was twirling her hair around her finger.&nbsp; He considered it one of the sexiest things a woman could do.<br><br>"Do I look like the kind of pilot that isn't going to take the shot because he's afraid that he won't get a refill?&nbsp; I'll just be more careful about which shots I take, kinda like when your bin is only half full.&nbsp; Have no fear of that.&nbsp; I've got a hundred C-Bills that says my kill to weight ratio is higher than anyone else's, once this jaunt into the meatgrinder is done."&nbsp; He pulled five wrinkled twenties out of a pocket and laid them on the table.&nbsp; "If nobody else is going to ante up, I'd like to buy a couple of bottles of whatever vintage the dropship distillery is currently selling.&nbsp; I don't know about the rest of you but I like being a little sauced when we jump.&nbsp; Otherwise, cookies will be tossed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>16-03-2018, 06:37:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; WHM-7A<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>"Might issue a challenge by firing on you." Dietrich shrugs. "Apparently, opening fire is an acceptable mode of challenge. And... Angel, was it? Range is not your friend when their stuff reaches farther and punches harder than your own."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>16-03-2018, 22:51:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>"Won't be the first time I've been outclassed and came out on top," Angel said.&nbsp; "Extreme range is my friend.&nbsp; Missiles I can deal with; I just make sure I'm not there when they arrive.&nbsp; It's their energy weapons I don't like.&nbsp; When you get a PPC that outranges an LRM, that is when I start worrying.&nbsp; That's why I stick to the small stuff and leave the big toys to you boys in the heavies and assaults.&nbsp; Even if you don't take them down, they'll likely ignore me until it's too late and I start putting missiles through the holes you leave in their armour."<br><br>He chuckled, shaking his head.&nbsp; "Truthfully, I'm more valuable looking down on the fight, rather than mixed up in the middle of it.&nbsp; That doesn't mean I'm not going to rain missiles down on somebody's head from directly above them.&nbsp; That's one thing about most mechs.&nbsp; They can't bring all weapons to bear against something directly above.&nbsp; Mostly it's arm weapons and how many mech's pack LRMs on their arms?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 07:30:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db <br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Ailis smirks slightly. "I'm hearin' of some kinda nasty thing has PPCs on its arms, an' .. wha' it was.. LRMS? mounted on th' shoulders. I think; heard a couple of differen' versions, nae sure what t' make of that. Sounds crazy t' me, but I heard somebody swear up an' down th' thing is real, an' made a right mess of 'em. Crazycat, or somethin', they called it. Brr." She shivers. "Doubt that'd have trouble hittin' somethin' flyin' over its head, an' I'm nae like t' be much help t' ye if ye run afoul o' one." Not that she wouldn't try; at least to clear a path to crash in. Another shiver.<br><br>"Was gonna end up tanglin' wit' somethin' of th' like eventually." She mutters. "Ain't like t' be avoidin' it; might as well make 'em bleed where we can, aye?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 02:00:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/SNMechPatrol.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Chapter 1 “The Secret in the ricefield.”</span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michelle Gardner &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The trip is rather uneventful as far as they go, Michelle can be seen constantly chewing on a pen while desperately hoping that the figures and the text on the many printouts that seem to always be on the table in front of her would change. Still whenever one of her pilots wants to talk she will gladly take the time. She tries to not be locked up in her small office and actually interact with the men and women under her command.<br><br>As the hour comes closer she calls all the pilots back together in the messhall for a final update briefing. Again she brings up the map of the compound this time it is updated with information that they been able to get since taking off. Michelle spent many hours arguing with their employer about the lack of intel and the secretive people behind the mission finally gave up some of it.<br><br>“Ok, I done what I can to get our very tight lipped boss to spill the beans. And I had some success, not as much as we would like perhaps. I think in the chaos of the Clan invasion they had to leave quickly and honestly it seems like whoever hired us is almost as much in the dark of things as we are. Anyway, the gun turrets have an automatic setting that is supposed to be turned on when the place is abandoned. If that was done in the hurry we do not know but assume that the guns will fire on you. So Angel you will be the one to let us know, and try to let us know without turning into a burning wreck.”<br><br>She gives a slight little wink at him, the effect distorted since half her face refuses to move but still it is clear she is just teasing ever so slightly. Then she points to the hangar building and now there is a crooked grin on her face.<br><br>“And they admitted there are three mechs in the hangar. Two Aggromechs and one Hatchetman. We are being offered a bonus if we prevent those from falling into enemy hands. Why they would worry about two Aggromechs and a hatchetman well, I don't think they care about the first but probably the last. So I am guessing it is either using stolen tech or they otherwise modded it. So I say if we can we take it. We can always sell it after all. And our boss don't care, they just don't want the Dracs or Clanners to get a hold of it. The password for the Hatchetman is “Buttercup Butterfly fly high”. We are talking about a cool 3 mill for the mech alone if we wish to sell it. So that would go a long way towards our current fiscal issues.”<br><br>Then she turns towards Nathaniel and nods ever so slightly.<br><br>“Nathaniel will be in command on the ground, I will feed him what intel we get from back here at the dropship. As soon as we touch down I want Angel in the air and the rest of you to get moving as fast as you can. The battle has been spreading towards our objective and is only a matter of time before one side will see the strategic advantage of a walled compound with gun turrets. And I rather not get tangled up in THAT mess. According to one of our employers people that is on the ground the closet scout unit to our target is a small Clan unit about 30 kilometers away. Reported as being two small scout mechs but that is all we know. As for what the two sides think of us, we already been hailed and told we are not welcome by both sides. So.. expect anyone to shoot at you.”<br><br>Again she pauses to take a drink of water to wet the whistle. Her eyes wander over every single one and while she is clearly none to happy with how little they know she has confidence in them all. And the smile that breaks out on her face shows that.<br><br>“I know you all can do this, just get home safe ok? Now anyone willing to try and get the Hatchetman home or shall we blow it where it is? One of the techs will be flying with you Angel on the second run after you scouted to go in and secure us the data.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 05:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>"If you can get me a tech who knows how to pilot, even just to move a mech around in the repair bay,&nbsp; we can get the intel and the Hatchetman,"&nbsp; Angel said.&nbsp; "I'll bring the intel out and the tech can get the Hatchetman up and running.&nbsp; Emphasis on running, as in getting the Hell out of there.&nbsp; If those are anti-air turrets, my best chance of not going down in a blazing fireball is to avoid the area right above the compound, where the fields of fire overlap.&nbsp; I'm going to have to take out a corner turret and then come in through the blind spot that creates.&nbsp; &nbsp;The other option is I drop the tech outside the turret range and they go in on foot.&nbsp; I think that might be the safer option.&nbsp; I doubt the turrets are calibrated to fire on man sized targets, otherwise any significantly sized wildlife might have already drained the ammo bins.&nbsp; &nbsp;If the tech is willing to ride along for the scouting mission, I can try and get that done on the way back.&nbsp; Two scouts thirty klicks out?&nbsp; They'll probably try and check out our LZ, so whether that draws them closer to the compound or away from it is going to depend on where we land."<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.skyrock.net/6620/58276620/pics/2703883276_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Jäger.&nbsp; aka the Butcher<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Manticore Tank "Jagermeister"<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>"We'll see what we can do about that tech,"&nbsp; Nathaniel said.&nbsp; "But they aren't going out on the initial scouting mission.&nbsp; No heroics, Mr Angelino.&nbsp; You get first crack at the turrets but we're not risking you or your passenger on pulling this off solo.&nbsp; Once you've determined that the turrets are active, supported by Yeoung in her Thorn, you will take one of them out, allowing us to enter the compound safely.&nbsp; Kagekaze in his Spider and Ciarach in her Hussar will move up to support <em>only</em> after the turret is silenced.&nbsp; You will all GTFO if things go south.&nbsp; Angelino, you will remain to pick up the tech, if they cannot get the Hatchetman moving in a timely fashion.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once the objective or objectives, if we are lucky have been achieved, you will fall back under the cover of Blackstone's Black Knight and von Lindenfels Warhammer.&nbsp; Once you have pulled back past the Manticores that will be staged at the edges of the rice fields, we will all pull back to the dropship under the protection of Fletcher's King Crab.&nbsp; Be aware that if we engage either Draconis or Ghost Bear troops other than the two scout mechs, we will likely be outnumbered so remember that this is not a combat mission.&nbsp; It is a supply raid.&nbsp; Angelino, you'll be carrying a cargo net, rather than your usual sensor payload, so if you see something valuable that is not nailed down, see if you can bring it home with you.&nbsp; Any questions?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>25-03-2018, 00:23:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db <br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Ailis has that 'taking notes' expression again, lips thin. "Aye, consider it done." She runs her orders through again, mentally, then gives her officers a careful look; support isn't what she is usually asked to do. "An' keep m' ears open..?" That being a more familiar assignment, if not outright standard procedure. "No' that I'd nae have 'em open anyway, but most are askin' me t' pass on what I hear." <br><br>She's still wrinkling her nose a bit at the mention of the Hatchetman - a good, solid 'Mech by all standards - but she prefers something a little lighter on it's proverbial feet, and a tad less dependent on hitting things with a giant axe. the question of what the hell it's doing there... well, that's not presently important.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>25-03-2018, 02:44:52</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.skyrock.net/6620/58276620/pics/2703883276_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Jäger.&nbsp; aka the Butcher<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Manticore Tank "Jagermeister"<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>"That goes without saying, Ciarach,"&nbsp; Nathaniel replied.&nbsp; "I didn't think I needed to tell the scout mech pilots that they are required to scout, as well as any other duties that are assigned to them.&nbsp; I realize this is the first mission for this unit and I know you don't know each other's fighting styles but I expect you to work together as best you can.&nbsp; Support each other.&nbsp; If you encounter the enemy, pull back behind the next support line, then turn and reengage from behind the heavier mechs.&nbsp; We do not have the equipment or the expertise to take on Clan Ghost Bear unless we have a significant numerical advantage.&nbsp; If it is the Draconis Combine troops we encounter, our odds are better.&nbsp; In either case, Fletcher is our ace in the hole.&nbsp; You can pretty much guarantee that no one is expecting a raid to be anchored by an assault mech, so if we get to make use of that advantage to claim some new equipment, so much the better but it is not a significant objective.&nbsp; Of course in the event of an all out retreat, we will need the scout mechs to harass anything that follows us, so Fletcher can make it back to the drop ship in one piece.&nbsp; You will get support from the tanks.&nbsp; It is the one advantage of having a turret that we can move forwards and shoot backwards.&nbsp; With luck this is going to be a quick in and out but we all know what happens when you rely on luck... It eventually runs out.&nbsp; Any other questions?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 23:46:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; WHM-7A<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>"Not from me, Boss." Dietrich shakes his head. "Ghost Bears, is it? Expect to see toads. Masses of them." He shakes his head. "Let's get this show on the road, shall we? We've all been cooped up in this tin can for long enough..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>27-03-2018, 03:22:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michelle Gardner &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>“No more questions? Ok, then why are you all still sitting here?”<br><br>She smiles and a little light turns on on the small pad in her lap and she nods as the butterflies in her tummy threatens to return.<br><br>“9 minutes until we hit the atmosphere, go strap in and I want you all ready to storm out as soon as the captain gives the go ahead to open the landing bay doors. Good luck.”<br><br>With that she stands and marches out to take her own place to monitor the op, by now her legs are well used to compensating for the initial tremors that race through the massive dropship as it hits the upper atmosphere. As she straps on the headset and opens up the maps in front of her the ship rocks a bit violently as the engines kick into gear to slow their descent and from there on out there is only the odd shudder before the last massive one as they touch firm ground again. Through the whole descent she has been busy watching the scanners, listening in on the communications (though most of it is encrypted but you never know).<br><br>“Angel, keep your coms open at all times and I want a steady stream of intel. The tech will meet you outside when you return.”<br><br>As soon as she has finished talking she changes the channel and gets in touch with the tech who can be heard panting heavily along with grunts as something massive is being moved.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/SNTechgirl.jpg)</div>“I heard Ma'am, don't worry we finished loading up all the mechs and tanks, about... now.”<br><br>A heavy thud is heard as the ammo bin closes around the last ton of munitions and then the roar of mechs starting up drowns out anything else. But Michelle is confident in her people, she wouldn't have allowed this mech to try and pilot the Hatchetman if not. Sure, the poor thing isn't trained for combat but many of the mechs at least know how to move a mech around it helps when they need to repair them after all. Would be annoying to have to keep bugging the pilots, though sometimes that is needed if more delicate movements are needed.<br><br>Down in the hangar the tech pushes the goggles off her face and wipes sweat, grime and grease off her face. The vast hangar is flashing from the warning lights going off and then the first blast of fresh air as the massive armoured doors slowly start grinding open, again making everyone thankful for any hearing protections. It is loud, it is sweaty, hectic and back breaking work but she wouldn't have it any other way. She looks across the bay at the towering mechs and is filled with pride at her and her coworkers work. Each mech is as battle ready as they can make them, each bin loaded, each joint lubed up, each coolant tank flushed clean and then refilled.<br><br>“Kick ass guys and girls, and don't ruin our handywork.”<br><br>She mumbles to herself before checking her large bag she will need at the compound, and sure enough it is there. With a large rifle on top just in case, not that she is a good shot but pray and spray should work, surely?<br><br>“Mr Angelo, just give me 5 minutes heads up before you touch down and Ill meet you out front.”<br><br>She touches her headset in a brief moment of quiet to let him know then she settles down to wait, the worst part of any mission. The waiting, always the waiting to see how the mechs will look when they come back. If they come back, and this time the added fear of her actually having to go out there. And the excitement all that fear brings with it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>27-03-2018, 05:42:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db '<em>Grisel</em>'<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Ailis refrains from a cheeky remark, bouncing to her feet almost gracefully, saluting and then vanishing to the thud of her heavy boots. She doesn't need much time to get ready - most of the work has already been done, checking her emergency kit and stowing it and going over <em>Grisel's</em> moving parts on the journey - but she will feel better in the seat, ready to go. <br><br>Toads, Deitrich said. Ailis has heard of toads. Making sure she has what little goes into the cockpit with her - knives, thin tank top, very short shorts, cooling vest, armored boots - she pauses for a breath. Surely the tales are exaggerated; nothing can take a direct shot from a PPC and just walk it off; even a 'Mech doesn't just shrug that off. But the notion remains unsettling, and she has to shake herself to get moving again. Up the gantry, pausing for one last update, then strapping herself in and making sure <em>Grisel</em> is secured. The rest flows with the ease of habit, and a phrase in her native Gaelic. Ailis closes her eyes as <em>Grisel</em> wakes around her, and opens them again with a shiver. "Babh, ready t' go, on yer mark."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>28-03-2018, 23:28:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Angelino &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Warrior H-7C VTOL "Double Angel"<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>"Roger that," Angel replied to the commander's order.&nbsp; "Comm open and full disclosure."&nbsp; The Double Angel was showing him nothing but green lights and he was ready to go.&nbsp; After such a long time wandering around the drop ship, it felt good to be back in the cockpit.<br><br>"Angelo is my first name, Hon," he replied to the tech's transmission.&nbsp; "It's Mr Angelino or just Angel.&nbsp; Don't worry, I'm a lot harder to offend than that.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll give you a head's up when I'm on my way back.&nbsp; If you've never been in a chopper before, don't worry.&nbsp; I'll keep the ride smooth as silk for you."<br><br>The dropship doors were opening and he applied power to the rotor.&nbsp; He was through them before they were ever fully open.<br><br>"Vixen ground, this is Double Angel.&nbsp; I am clear of the bay and heading for the blue.&nbsp; We've got clear skies, so visibility is unlimited and it looks like we have a six knot wind from the south east.&nbsp; Compass is reading eleven degrees off true north.&nbsp; Initial assessment of terrain is that the dropship has a clear field of fire out to fifteen hundred meters before there is any appreciable cover.&nbsp; We appear to be relatively isolated.&nbsp; I'm not seeing anything noteworthy within sensor range.&nbsp; Heading out on a wider sweep that will include but will not draw any specific attention to the location Alpha."<br><br>Angel continued to transmit information that he deemed relevant, terrain features, an assessment of the relative gravity based on his the Warrior was responding to the controls.&nbsp; Gravity played a significant role in combat.&nbsp; Higher gravity would shorter the range or ballistic weapons, while leaving energy weapons unaffected.&nbsp; The opposite was equally true.&nbsp; It could mean the difference between a hit and a miss at longer ranges.<br><br>He&nbsp; began a circular sweep of the area.&nbsp; &nbsp;He swung well wide of the compound on the way out.&nbsp; When the time came, he flew close enough to see whether the site was still abandoned without making it look like the compound held any major interest to him.&nbsp; Anyone observing him would thing he was doing nothing more than a routine scouting mission.&nbsp; His secondary objective was to verify the presence of the Clan scout mechs&nbsp; that were supposed to be in the area.&nbsp; Most mechs could easily close a 30 km gap in an hour; scout mechs could do it in a fraction of that time.&nbsp; He needed an idea as to their current location, speed and direction of travel.&nbsp; That would let everyone know whether the dropship would be in danger if the mechs headed out on their mission.&nbsp; He was high enough that he'd be out of weapons range but he'd certainly be able to identify the mechs unless they were cloaked in heavy trees.<br><br>He kept a close eye on his clock.&nbsp; fuel wasn't an issue but time was.&nbsp; The mechs could only advance as quickly as the slowest vehicle and that meant the King Crab would set the pace.&nbsp; Even so, he needed to be able to get back to the drop ship, pick up his passenger and get back to the compound at about the same time the mechs were arriving.<br><br>All they had to do then was take out a turret, get inside, secure the information, activate the Hatchetman and get back to the dropship.<br><br>Nothing to it.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>31-03-2018, 07:09:25</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Randall.png/240px-Randall.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alroy 'Ronin' Fletcher (Yoshikawa) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13949089#msg13949089)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; King Crab KGC-000 '<em>Michiko</em>'<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Settling into the seat of his venerable 'Mech was, as always, like sliding into a particularly well-worn and comfortable glove for Alroy. What remained of the padding had long since molded itself to the shape of his body, and the safety straps were perfectly tailored to secure him in place - side effects of piloting the same mech for years. From a padded compartment, he retrieved a small sealed packet and tore it open to let the scent of preserved cherry blossoms fill the cramped cockpit. He flipped the main power breaker, and lights came on all around him.<br><em><br>"Voice print identification required."</em> Many Mechwarriors customized the voice synthesizer of their onboard computers, as many as whom left it at the default mechanical monotone. Alroy's computer had the soft, almost shy voice of a Japanese woman.<br><br>"There is no overkill. There is only 'open fire', and 'I need to reload'." <br><em><br>"Voice print accepted. Reactor online. Sensors online. Weapons online. All systems nominal." </em>The computer hummed as it accepted his voice print, and the ancient Battlemech creaked into full life at last. After a quick look-over to confirm everything was operating properly, he opened a comlink to the company.<br><br>"If we'll be tackling Clan battle armor, I'd suggest everyone try to stick close to at least one other person who's got a functional hand actuator or two. I've heard they like to try and jump up to drill your faceplate in, so a buddy who can scrape them off in a pinch might be lifesaving."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>31-03-2018, 07:42:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db '<em>Grisel</em>'<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br><br>"An' how'd they do w' centrifugal force?" Ailis' voice is calm; like she's discussing lunch options. "I'd nae like t' test it either way, a'course." Not with the implication that they can tear 'Mech armor with whatever passes for hands, and her without anti-infantry measures of any kind. Well. She's managed without before, and probably will again. <br><br>No one can see her grimace at the thought, but she does, and her 'Mech quivers slightly, actuators twitching and flexing. "An' now I think of it... how they handle bein' stepped on?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>31-03-2018, 17:57:15</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.skyrock.net/6620/58276620/pics/2703883276_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Jäger.&nbsp; aka the Butcher<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Manticore Tank "Jagermeister"<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> - Mild sexism and misogyny <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>"About the same way they handle being run over," the Butcher said.&nbsp; He was in his war machine now; Nathaniel Jäger had been left outside.&nbsp; "It pisses them off, unless you're above the fifty ton mark.&nbsp; They're hopped up on stims,&nbsp; so they don't feel pain.&nbsp; The only way to stop them is to hit them, hard.&nbsp; Treat them more like a swarm of light vehicles that infantry and you'll be fine.&nbsp; Take them at range if you can, before they get the chance to latch on.&nbsp; If you have to ram yourself up against a building or a tree to shake them loose, do it.&nbsp; It will save you a whole lot of pain in the long run."<br><br>The Jagermeister was purring like a kitten, if that kitten was sixty tons of killing machine.&nbsp; The interior smelled of stale sweat.&nbsp; The Butcher and his tanks followed the mechs outside as the dropship's loadmaster offloaded the unit.&nbsp; He reviewed the placement of the defensive units that would protect the dropship while the main unit was gone.&nbsp; A fast light mech could cover the open space and be in firing range in half a minute but in that time the dropship and the other defenders would have ample time to react.&nbsp; They were as secure as they were likely to be.<br><br>"Raiders, this is Butcher.&nbsp; Time to put on your big girl panties, ladies and show me that you're worth what we're paying you.&nbsp; Sound off with a status report."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>01-04-2018, 05:18:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Dietrich.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dietrich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13944596#msg13944596)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; WHM-7A<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Outreach, embarking day<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>"Wehe, wenn sie losgelassen, wachsend ohne Widerstand, denn die Elementa hassen das Gebild der Menschenhand." There was no verbal response; Dietrich had long since slienced the voice synthesizer in his 'Mech. A complex sequence of beeps answered, informing him that his voice had been recognized and his Warhammer was powering up; he could feel the heat from the reactor, even at rest, warming the cockpit. He checked the status reports, then opened a channel to respond to Butcher. "Minstrel, all systems as expected." Not nominal, not with the problems he had been having keeping some of the parts in supply... but as expected. "Ready to deploy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>06-04-2018, 03:43:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/SNBurn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michelle Gardner &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13938150#msg13938150)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; -<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> -<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The initial recon by Angel is all in all very promising, only one of the four turrets swing slowly towards the speeding chopper and the few rounds it spits out at him misses. The techs back at the dropship pour over the data he sends back and feed it back to Michelle who sends it back to Butcher.<br><br>The area around the compound is devoid of any mechs or any visible infantry, there is only minor signs of a mech having been there with a nearby orchard partly trampled down by what might have been a medium sized mech. Now with Angelo's fresh eyes in the sky they can refine the details of their map, the riverbed looks solid enough to support anything but the heaviest mechs and a light mech will probably get good cover from the riverbanks and the many pumping stations that run along it pumping water into the rice fields. Likewise the tanks should have little problem navigating it if they so wishes.<br><br>“Butcher, the techs tell me the turrets are active but starved of power. The one firing is likely the only one with reserve batteries left, however they suspect once we activate the reactor to get the data all of them will become active. Take em out or override them as you see fit.”<br><br>That is all she has time to transmit before she is assaulted by incoming messages from both sides, each accusing them of being the enemy and she gets down to her own battle. To dance the fine edge between trying to keep them off her people and not give away why they are here. She much rather be back in a mech than this, pretty soon she is wondering if she shouldn't have a cooling vest on as well. Sweat is glittering on her forhead from the stress, this is a battlefield she is completely new to but so far she is keeping both of them busy talking and not sending strike teams at them.<br><br>“You have broken our agreement! Faithless dogs, we will now unleash all our forces.”<br><br>Michelle sighs as the Clan commander is growling like the animal his clan seems to be named after, a mountain of a man with enough scars on his skin to rival hers. Which is saying something, she guesses he is in his late 30s but willing to admit that she can be way off on that. Guessing age has never been her strong side. She isn't 100% convinced he is actually going to do what he is saying, something about his words makes her think he is more saying it to test them. From what she has read the Clans are big on testing themselves on many forms of battlefields. But that intel as with anything else they know isn't all that reliable.<br><br>“As for you <strong>mercenary</strong>, I will have you dragged into my bedchamber, in chains and naked for this!”<br><br>She just rolls her eyes, so dramatic. And besides she is sure no one wants to see her naked anyway so she takes it for an empty threat.<br><br>“Look, good Sir. We are not here with any interest in either of you.”<br><br>“LIES!”<br><br>“Then why all the firepower?!”<br><br>“Because we cannot be sure you don't attack us, you don't walk into a warzone only carrying a big stick. We won't shoot first, but we will defend ourselves.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>06-04-2018, 04:40:40</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.skyrock.net/6620/58276620/pics/2703883276_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Jäger.&nbsp; aka the Butcher<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong> Manticore Tank "Jagermeister"<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>“Well that is what I call good news,” Butcher said. “New plan. Long range energy weapons only. Is that clear enough for you Ciarach or do I need to spell that out for you?&nbsp; You use that big ass laser on the top of your mech to shoot out the turrets that are non-responsive. If any of them actively respond, then we fall back and go with the long range missiles. It’s good to know that the river has a stable bed if we need it but we will use it only if necessary. Other than weapon of choice, the original plan holds. If and only if we retrieve the payload and the Hatchetman with no opposition, then and only them can the scout mecha see if they can find anything worth looting. If we happen to come back with some munitions salvaged from the turrets, I am certain that I would not shed a tear.”<br><br>He spared a quick look at his radar. “Better get the lead out Double Angel. At this rate we’ll have the walls down and a pot of coffee brewed before you make it to site.”<br><br>“Do you want me to stop by the commissary to pick up some cream and sugar?” Angel asked, the chuckle clear in his voice. “After so long without power, I’d expect the cream on site to have turned.”<br><br>“A real man drinks his coffee black and bitter, just like my ex-wife’s heart,” came the Butcher’s reply. <br><br>Copy that. Raider Ground this is Double Angel. Let the mission specialist know that I will be on the ground to collect her in ten mikes.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>11-04-2018, 18:23:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; Hussar HSR-200Db '<em>Grisel</em>'<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Abuse of the English Language.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Ailis busies herself starting up her 'ears', letting the program flick through channels, looking for interesting things to eavesdrop on, while the almost-comforting growl of her own people sounds in her ear. She has no comments; waiting only for her own 'go' signal and running through a very simple program of 'stretches' to be sure nothing is caught somewhere she is going to have to pay attention to it.<br><br>Comms chatter turns into a sort of background static that Ailis listens to with her head cocked to the side. The clipped precision of Clanner speech catches her attention, the corner of her mouth twitching. Little transmitted in the clear is likely to be interesting; but her gear will need time to figure out encryptions, if it even can, which means that for now, Ailis thinks her share about what she is getting, and what any of it might mean. She mentally notes that she might have to start seriously looking into updates, all the while listening for their 'go' signal. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech Clan Invasion (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>19-04-2018, 06:31:00</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Randall.png/240px-Randall.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alroy 'Ronin' Fletcher (Yoshikawa) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13949089#msg13949089)<br><strong>Vehicle:</strong>&nbsp; King Crab KGC-000 '<em>Michiko</em>'<br><strong>Location and time:</strong> Landing Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Hearing Nathaniel's revised battle plan, Alroy obligingly switched off the range-finders on his LRM launcher and brought up the targeting software for the large laser. The PPC-armed mechs would be better suited for an energy engagement, particularly one against stationary targets who weren't shooting back, but it didn't mean he couldn't help. He certainly didn't have much else that wasn't good up close, and there his autocannons were for breaking open bunkers, not blasting auto-turrets.<br><br>The scattered bits of comm chatter he ignored. Anything necessary to know, he'd get from the officers. His decryption software for Combine transmissions was years out of date anyways, and he wouldn't even know where to begin with Clan battle babble.
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