Battletech 3145 - IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 16:28:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://d15yciz5bluc83.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/Wallpapers/CAT35TR001_BattleTech_TRO3145_Mercenaries_1920x1080.jpg?28cf69)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</span></strong><br><br><strong>Game Links</strong><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Characters and Unit Roster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.0)</strong></li><li><strong>OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207350.0)</strong></li><li><strong>"Downtime" Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207564.0)</strong></li></ul><br><strong>Useful Links</strong><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Official Battletech Website</strong> (http://bg.battletech.com/)</li><li><strong>Master Unit List</strong> (http://masterunitlist.info/)</li><li><strong>Sarna.net Battletech Wiki</strong> (http://www.sarna.net/wiki/Main_Page)</li><li><strong>Map of the Inner Sphere 3145</strong> (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3p8k0AzPYtdM3NVbmNiYTRJdWs/edit?usp=sharing)</li></ul>
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				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 16:44:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><em>”Cut to the chase. I always wondered what that meant”</em><br><br>“Happy new year, fragger,” Kari Moreno quipped, moments before she hit the trigger. A pair of brilliant red laser beams leaped out from the <em>Black Knight’s</em> weapons, accompanied by the brilliant blue electric whip of a PPC. Moments later came the wash of the heat, battering her inside the already warm cockpit of the BattleMech.<br><br>Ignoring that, she focused on the results, seeing a crackle of blue sparks through her HUD as the PPC hit home, scoring armour from the side of an enemy <em>Hammerhands</em>. The enemy ‘Mech wore the shot well, continuing its plodding advance in among the rest of its line. The Crushers stood out in the desert, their simple black and white colour scheme not even trying to blend in to the terrain around them. Instead, Kari could see a wall of metal, bearing towards her and her unit.<br><br>And that was enough to make her smile. It meant that the Crushers were choosing to come and get them, rather then using the advantages they could have gained from hanging back and waiting. <em>They could be trying to limit collateral damage,</em> she considered as she twisted the <em>Knight’s</em> torso, cutting towards a&nbsp; low-lying dune for cover. <em>Or they could just be too eager for their own good</em><br><br>Alarms sounded in the cockpit, moments before the first missiles came down towards her. Most of them scattered across the desert floor, but a couple battered the ‘Mechs’ shoulder and arm armour. <em>Nothing severe as yet,</em> she quickly assessed. <em>But it means that they’re also pointed in the direction we want</em><br><br>“Recon lance, loop around and cut across their back,” she spoke into the command channel. “Strike, press the flank, keep them divided. We have numbers and mobility, so let’s use them” The Crushers had chosen to chase after their Recon Lance, headed towards a small village that largely appeared as a dot on the maps with little else to recommend it. They’d made their mistake, and now Kari was going to make them pay for it<br>
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				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 17:48:48</strong>
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				<strong>Allia Rowe<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Tagged:</strong> Bear, Butterfly, Ronin.<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Ghost_zpsc7908c1a.jpg)<br><br><em>Recon lance, loop around and cut across their back, Strike, press the flank, keep them divided. We have numbers and mobility, so let’s use them” </em><br><br>Smiling as a flight of SRM's flew past Ghiestwulf's head and exploded on the sand behind her, Allia keyed the Strike Lance comm link.&nbsp; "Bear you're with me, we're going to hit the right side.&nbsp; Fast and furious then pull back.&nbsp; Butterfly and Ronin, take the left.&nbsp; Try and get that Archer to focus on you and less on the command lance."&nbsp; Allia knew that her and Bear were fairly well protected by the Guardian Suite she had running.&nbsp; It wouldn't effect their missiles but the point to point fire would be more difficult to get a lock than anything, which helped them. <br><br>"Bear, lets clear that Clint from the line up.&nbsp; And keep an eye out for that damn blade.&nbsp; Turning in along the axis of the Crusher line she ran her reticle over the oddly shaped Clint.&nbsp; Waiting for the reticle to turn from red to gold she triggered off both her PPC's and Long Range Missiles.&nbsp; The charged balls of electricity slammed into the side of the Clint first scoring hits on his left arm and leg.&nbsp; Grabbing the pilot’s attention, he turned to meet them just in time for the three LRM’s to pepper his upper left torso.&nbsp; Allia kept a close formation with Bear to allow his Gauntlet to get off his as many salvo’s as possible before they got within the Clint’s effective Range.&nbsp; ”Another hundred meters and we’ll pull off.&nbsp; He can barely touch us at this range and definitely can’t keep up with us.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 20:39:04</strong>
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				<strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><hr><br>"<em>Hai</em>, Geistwulf. We'll show that thug why you don't bring a bow to a knife fight."<br><br>A pitched open battle was better than any drug, and the natural juice of adrenaline sang in Everett's veins as he flung open his throttle, peeling toward the Crusher's far right flank and the fire-support Archer anchoring the end of their line. In theory, it would be a terrible mismatch - the Heavy 'Mech's massive batteries could range on him long before he could bring his main gun into play, and even his speed couldn't entirely protect him and his fragile armor from the missile storm as he closed the distance. But if he made it, the bigger 'Mech would be the next best thing to helpless, and what was life without risk to give it excitement?<br><br>Plus, he had a wingman for this crazy assignment, and he keyed the comm to link direct with Hiro's Spider. "Looks like we get the hard job again, Ronin. Can't pincer him while he's anchoring the line like that, so you want to go up his throat together leapfrog-style, or hook around and split his fire arcs while I go punch him in the nose?" Being twenty percent faster than the other two members of Strike lance meant he and Hiro often got paired up for semi-detached strikes. Both were short-range brawlers, but speed and coordination had often let them take down targets that outweighed the pair combined.
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				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 04:31:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f41/Khazad-Guard/3b137fc5-1060-4045-92a3-1a122b74034f_zpsa8997235.jpg) (http://s44.photobucket.com/user/Khazad-Guard/media/3b137fc5-1060-4045-92a3-1a122b74034f_zpsa8997235.jpg.html)</div><br><strong>Marco Lorenzini<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br><br><hr><br>Albeit he approached at a slower pace, Lorenzini smirked at how he looked down on most of the moving Mechs in the field. Allies and enemies both, so he would have to make sure the crosshair wasn't displaying allied marks before shooting up. Or rather, Alpha-striking things. It was a dangerous sport, but one that could be very pleasing. He slid a hand under his helmet, adjusting his groomed mustache before responding into the command channel. "Aaand engage."<br><br>For a long moment he stood simply admiring how the enemy had such little disregard for camouflage painting as he did himself. He would not sully <em>Eisenfaust </em>with some colorful graffiti, no, and the hope for someone to point it out what the colours the Atlas III dressed up as were about, he always bid himself to play his part as being both big and loud. He had once dressed up some loudspeakers on the Atlas' shoulders, but most the X-Lasers would cook the speakers up. And sometimes their low frequency could be caught by enemy forces. It was a bad idea, but fun so he could scream and yell at his oponents even without the pains of sharing comms with them. <br><br>His eyes came to Moreno's <em>Black Knight</em>. Her surefooted stride was more than appeasing, and in his mind's eye he could see her standing right there, despite being some hundred of meters or so striding to her right. He noticed which targed her firing had been pointed towards, and knowing that if the enemy wouldn't close, he'd still have some time before bearing down the RAC. Priming his LRMs, he allowed for a moment to the targeters to find and sing the locking sound. And so, he shot. <br><br>The LRMs flew through from the <em>Einsenfaust's</em> chestmount, flying clean through the air towards the <em>Hammerhands</em> the Lance Commander had just hit. And he licked his teeth while the explosions light up the retina. The foe was hardly out of the battle, but that was something he did enjoy. He had more weapons to fire and more ammo to burn before it was all done.
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				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 05:14:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze</strong><br><strong>In his 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everett Yoshikawa (Butterfly), Allia Rowe (Gheistwulf), Kari Moreno</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><em>”Cut to the chase. I always wondered what that meant”</em><br><br>"It's a movie thing.&nbsp; They used to use film, and do edits by cutting them with scissors.&nbsp; Cutting to the chase meant going for the action."<br><br>I wasn't sure who asked, but I just figured I'd answer.<br><br><em>“Recon lance, loop around and cut across their back.&nbsp; Strike, press the flank, keep them divided. We have numbers and mobility, so let’s use them."</em><br><br>Usually, I like to be in charge.&nbsp; But something about Kari made me actually enjoy taking orders from a woman.&nbsp; Might have been the image of her getting all hot and sweaty in her cockpit.<br><br>"Roger.&nbsp; Moving.&nbsp; Out."<br><br><em>"Bear you're with me, we're going to hit the right side.&nbsp; Fast and furious then pull back.&nbsp; Butterfly and Ronin, take the left.&nbsp; Try and get that Archer to focus on you and less on the command lance."</em><br><br>Allia's another one I whose commands I liked to hear.&nbsp; While Kari was a veteran, like me, Allia was a Mechwarrior hitting her peak.&nbsp; Even though she had less years on her than I, we spent about the same amoung of time in a Battlemech.&nbsp; I found her on the quiet side, keeping to herself.&nbsp; Maybe she was shy.&nbsp; Maybe she was a snob.&nbsp; But on the battlefield, she, like Kari, was all business.<br><br>Me, I never considered myself a leader during a skirmish.&nbsp; I kind of did my own thing, causing and getting into trouble.&nbsp; But once I got a direction to go in thanks to someone else who was seeing the big picture, then I became more dangerous.<br><br><em>"Hai, Geistwulf. We'll show that thug why you don't bring a bow to a knife fight."</em><br><br>"Nailed it!"&nbsp; An Archer bringing a bow.&nbsp; My mech wielding a sword.&nbsp; Everett had a way with words.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Looks like we get the hard job again, Ronin. Can't pincer him while he's anchoring the line like that, so you want to go up his throat together leapfrog-style, or hook around and split his fire arcs while I go punch him in the nose?"</em><br><br>"<em>Hai</em>, Butterfly-<em>san</em>, I will go around and draw his attention while you stab him in the back.&nbsp; I will then take off his head."<br><br>My Spider handled like a dream, doing more than I thought was possible with a Battlemech.&nbsp; I started off by sprinting around the Archer.&nbsp; I was too close for him to lock-on, but he could use direct fire.&nbsp; He was patient, waiting for me to jump so he could shoot me where I landed.<br><br>I gave him what he wanted.&nbsp; Jets on my Spider's back ignited, sending me flying up into the air.&nbsp; At the peak, I had the partial wing carry me toward the Archer while his missiles exploded harmlessly under me.<br><br>I had the Spider pose with the sword in a samurai stance, giving Everett a chance to take his shot at the Archer's rear torso.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 09:34:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/4/42/Gauntlet_OmniMech.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios</strong><br><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gheistwulf (Allia Rowe)<br><br>“With you Ghiestwulf…” Samson nodded, a useless motion since there was no chance of Allia seeing it, and set the Gauntlet forward. He was mindful to match the pace of the Ghiestwulf, wanting to keep inside the cover of the Guardian Suite. Loping across the sand, Samson felt the wash of the Ghiestwulf’s PPCs, following their path with his own aiming reticule. Spotting the leg hit, he smiled, adjusting his aim before he squeezed the trigger to his heavy PPC, watching the beam helix of blue energy hit near to Allia’s own shot. Pleased, he sent a shot from his Thunderbolt racing after, hoping for at least a falter in the Clint’s steps. When the desired result did not immediately occur, he grunted and pulled the trigger for his PPC again, attempt to aim near the same area, even going so far as to attempt to walk the beam up the leg in an attempt shred some more armor. He threw another missile after it as well, the heat wash from his PPC filling his cockpit, sweat beading across his bare head. "Damn it, fall you stubborn bastard!"<br><br>Taking a moment to scan his scopes, he did his best to spot the Blade. It had to be in there somewhere amongst the line. Truthfully he was surprised it wasn’t attempting a similar tactic to what they were doing, off running around the flanks. Considering it, he swung his attention to their flank, squinting as he looked for anything suspicious. “Ghiestwulf… I am not seeing it among the main battle line. Possible flank attempt? Don’t know where it could be hiding…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 15:33:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Commands sang out across the tactical network. Weapons flew, lasers, shells and missiles filling the air as they sailed between the two groups, a brilliant crisscrossing display of deadly power that punctured the still desert air. It was only the opening of the engagement, but already it was full of sound and fury, deadly intent clear in every movement and every shot.<br><br>Kari was on the move, moving to close the distance, but making sure to keep Marco’s massive <em>Atlas III</em> within reach. The huge machine towered over near everything on the battlefield, intimidating in presence alone. However, the firepower that it bought added to that feeling of intimidation, a massive, hulking, slab-sided monster that would destroy all that dared face it. As it let its presence be known, Kari continued her own assault, more laser and PPC fire smashing into the <em>Hammerhands</em> torso and shoulders.<br><br>Sparing a moment, she glanced at the tactical display, seeing the movement of her forces and the enemy. The Crushers were continuing to advance, but now were slowing, perhaps realizing just what was going on. A part of that might have been the way the Recon Lance was wheeling around, their flight turning into an aggressive sting, but the way the Strike Lance moved was even more vicious and aggressive, stabbing into the enemy’s flank with ferocious intent.<br><br><em>Nice work, Allia,</em> Kari told herself as her weapons cycled green, ready for another shot. <em>Knew I could count on you</em><br><br>“Close the gates!” She called out as she fired again, another spike of heat hitting her. It was hot, yes, but Kari knew things were just getting started.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin of Lust</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 09:41:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/KaiStormwind/Celebs/Amber%20Heard/Amber-Heard-Looking-Hot-In-Malibu-Magazine---July-2013-01_zps9f2e9830.jpg)</div><strong>Angeline Helling</strong><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><br>Furthest back of all the Black Sun 'Mechs was the LGB-12C Longbow in which Angeline Helling, former Solaris gladiator, model and actress, was sat in, gleaming white and starkly obvious in the daytime sun across the sandy background of the Santa Prisca Desert. She hadn't been with the Black Sun mercenary company for very long. She’d graduated from Allison Mechwarrior Institute on New Olympia, gone to Solaris VII to join the arena fights there, and thanks to her good looks and increasing number of wins, she became a celebrity after a couple of years of struggling. She did photoshoots for magazines and posed for cosmetics brands, and her image was quite a common sight throughout the Inner Sphere. It was only recently that she made the career change to being a mercenary. Angeline wondered what the rest of her company thought of her and her background. She was most well-known for her Solaris background and her work as a model and occasional actress. Her cadet background and her blueblood background were less well-known, but not because she was trying to keep them a secret, of course. As the other 'Mechs of her company moved to engage the battleline of the Crushers, Angeline looked on, searching for good targets to rain missile death upon. Seeing as she hadn't been given specific orders on what 'Mech to take out...Angeline went with the biggest one she could find, training her sights on the Banshee that was moving to engage the Black Sun Company’s commander, Kari's Black Knight...<br><br>"Seraph engaging Banshee with LRMs. Seraph out."<br><br>Until the first salvo of seventy LRMs crashed into its front torso and arms, that is. Then the pilot of that Banshee decided it would be better to try to take out Angeline and her Longbow instead. The sheer number of missiles she could rain on her enemies made Angeline and her Longbow a threat to any 'Mech, no matter how much armor it had, if left to her own devices. Turning its torso to face the Longbow, the Banshee fired off a pair of ER PPCs at Angeline just as she let loose yet another hail of missiles upon her enemy. When the PPCs barely missed the Longbow, a trio of Medium Lasers followed up as Angeline's LRMs exploded upon contact with the Banshee. No major damage to the Banshee...yet. Two of the lasers connected with the Longbow, splashing across the Longbow's left arm, while the last one sizzled just off to the side. Obviously not enough to tear through the Longbow's armour. Shrugging off the damage done, Angeline launched another volley of LRMs, firing all of her missile payload and watching it streak through the air and impact upon the Banshee. And this time, Angeline smiled to herself as she watched the ER PPCs on her opponent's 'Mech blow up into flaming pieces of metal. While the Banshee still could fight with its lasers and Gauss rifle, it couldn't do nearly as much damage without those ER PPCs. And beyond the PPCs, her missiles might have taken out a few heat sinks as well, judging from the smaller explosions that occurred after her own missiles had exploded against the enemy ‘Mech. She'd gotten lucky there. Angeline briefly considered firing her ER Small Lasers, but turned down the idea. They wouldn't do much damage against something as well armored as the Banshee, and would add additional heat buildup to her 'Mech. <br><br>And then a couple of autocannon rounds smashing into the Longbow drew Angeline's attention to another 'Mech. The damn Firestarter had broken away from the main Crusher line and was now harassing her with its Rotary AC/2. It was way too fast for her ‘Mech to handle, and also getting way too close for her missiles as well, probably to use its three Flamers on her. “Seraph here. If anyone’s not too busy, I could use a little help. Ran into a little trouble. There’s a Firestarter running around me with an AC and flamers, and a Banshee shooting at me from range.&nbsp; If someone could kindly blow that Firestarter into scrap metal, I would be very grateful to you. Seraph out.” The blonde beauty kept her Longbow moving and twisting, trying to make herself a harder target for both the Banshee and the Firestarter. That meant she couldn't keep a lock on the Banshee though. She’d have to wait till someone decided to help her out before she could continue with her fire support role. Missile death from the heavens would have to be put off for just a little while. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 11:55:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>On the battlefield in Charybdis.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian was as silent in his cockpit as ever. Sitting back in surprising comfort, his blood ice cold and his mind clear, the only clanner in the company had a tendency to keep his opinions to himself during battle. The chatter of orders and banter across the channels were starting to annoy him and it showed as his brow furrowed and green eyes narrowed as they glanced from the desert before him to the specs displayed on his HUD. The plan had been set in advance. Lure out the enemy lances, if possible, meet them halfway, out of the range of much of the base's defenses, pepper them from a distance and crush them in a pincer maneuver. He was pleased to see their fearless leader enacting the plan with brutal efficiency, though his stern expression remained unchanged. His dark blue Ha Otoko, Charybdis, did not open fire yet, instead, he was biding his time. Having separated slightly, he had taken up position closer to the top of the dune that Kari had sought cover behind. Adrenaline was already kicking in in full as he heard the chatter and the sounds of battle; even the occasional bright flash from PPC fire or a stray laser.<br><br>In all honesty, Damian wasn't keen on spending most of his life with mercenaries, fighting just to make end's meet. But there was little a virtually exiled clanner could do. Either he continued to thrust himself into combat, or he starved. However, he was at least comfortable with the company he had found. He would never tell them as much, but out of all the various groups he had fought beside, these knew what they were doing. There were a few rogue elements, and he didn't exactly get along with any but the commander, but he at least respected them for their abilities. They weren't his brothers and sisters in Sea Fox, but he could trust them with his back... at least he was reasonably sure he could.<br><br>Fighting had all but lost its luster to the veteran. One of the oldest members of the company, he had been piloting most of his life by that point, having been trained and bred, though not quite as literally as the Trueborn, for being a Warrior. While the rush of his beating heart still made him feel alive, he couldn't help but start viewing his cockpit like a highly advanced, metal cage. Troublesome, but he pushed the thoughts away. Centered and focused, he was not about to break his professional track record by getting distracted. A single index finger tapped the paneling around the base of one of his control sticks, his other hand resting against his temple. The time had finally come to act.<br><br>From the moment the pincer crash into the enemy 'Mechs, he finished his ascent proper, the higher ground giving him a perfect view of the enemies rushing across the sands.<br><strong>"Opening fire,"</strong> he commented across all channels, his voice calm, collected and rather held back considering the situation they found themselves in. Locking on to the Archer that had taken center stage, he unleashed a full volley of LRM-20s onto the 'Mech, while both Charybdis' arms raised to fire a mortar shell each towards the center of the enemy formation. The powerful impacts would be more than enough to force them to, at least temporarily, abandon their concentrated push and begin to scatter to prevent having more than a single 'Mech taken out at once. The sharpnel tore its way through part of the back of the Archer, but did little but serve to piss its pilot off.<br><br>Charybdis remained to the back of the dune; giving his limbs and torso a good firing line to the enemy, but not granting them much in return. However, at the sound of Angeline's communique, he needed to shift his focus. He and the young woman... did not get along. She had a problem with clanners, that much was certain, while he found her to be a spoiled little brat who had no place on a battlefield. She was an arena angel, and perhaps she should have stayed there. But their personal problems were of no consequence when it came to the fight itself. She asked for backup, he was close by as they both served as the support line of the lances, so he would help.<br><strong>"Aff,"</strong> the clanner responded with a highly defined accent. Twisting around, he began a circling decent from the dune, his long-range capabilities, aided by a powerful FCS, quickly brought the Firestarter in range. The light 'Mech stood little chance as a wealth of missiles barreled down towards it, mixed with a single mortar shell aimed in front of it. The massive impact, even if it missed, would be more than enough to have any Warrior think twice about advancing. And if he stopped to smell the roses, he would find plenty more missiles aimed straight for his cockpit.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 13:52:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In his 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Angeline Helling (Seraph)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><em>“Seraph here. If anyone’s not too busy, I could use a little help. Ran into a little trouble. There’s a Firestarter running around me with an AC and flamers, and a Banshee shooting at me from range.&nbsp; If someone could kindly blow that Firestarter into scrap metal, I would be very grateful to you. Seraph out.”</em><br><br>What was she <em>doing</em>?&nbsp; What's with all the chatter?&nbsp; Fortunately, the other half of our support pair, Damian, picked up on it and took care of Angeline's problem.<br><br>"Seraph, Ronin.&nbsp; Keep your communications short.&nbsp; You're not guest announcing a match.&nbsp; We don't need the play-by-play.&nbsp; You need help or you don't.&nbsp; And don't say 'anyone,' but call out specifically - whether it's 'Charybdis' or 'Command Lance.'&nbsp; People respond quicker that way.&nbsp; Got that, cover girl?&nbsp; Ronin out."<br><br>Maybe she wasn't used to this sort of criticism, but Angeline needed it, for her own sake and the rest of us.<br><br>I had been a fan of Angeline ever since she first stepped into the arena.&nbsp; I followed gladiator battles in general, particularly the newcomers.&nbsp; I read up on her when she started - the noble background, the academy education, the rumors of sexual escapades - and kept track of her during the initial rough start of her career.&nbsp; She somehow managed to not get killed for a while, and used her looks and charisma to turn herself into a star soon after her successes in the arena.&nbsp; If it were me, I would never have left all that money and celebrity and comfort behind.&nbsp; But maybe Angeline felt empty inside, or maybe she was doing first-hand research for a role in an upcoming film, or maybe she needed to feel some real danger - in our line of work, defeat meant death or capture, not going back to the locker room to get over a loss and prepare for the next match.<br><br>I remember when Kari called me in to talk about Angeline.&nbsp; Kari knew I followed gladiator battles.&nbsp; I was honest - Angeline was good, but she was also lucky.&nbsp; And she may be better off hanging in the back instead of wading around in the front, at least until she got used to working on a battlefield instead of in an arena.&nbsp; I was concerned that she wouldn't last in our rather spartan lifestyle after living in the lap of luxury.&nbsp; She still had a lot to learn, but at least she showed promise.<br><br>When I first met Angeline, I wasn't sure how I was going to react.&nbsp; I mean, I was a fan, both of her work in the arena as well as her model shoots and movie scenes.&nbsp; She was definitely gorgeous, but it was a different kind of beauty up close, without the airbrushing and the digital enhancement.&nbsp; She seemed larger than life on billboards and big screens, but she was actually just about my height.&nbsp; Here, she was just another attractive female Mechwarrior, not a super model or movie star.&nbsp; I took it upon myself to mentor her the best I could, even if that meant some tough love in private.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 15:55:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>In a moment, the Crushers seemed to realize that they had made a terrible mistake. The massive <em>Banshee</em> that had been lurking at the back of their pack had felt the full fury of Angeline’s blows, its flank eviscerated and its firepower massively compromised before it had a chance to unleash its full fury. In a moment, their most powerful ‘Mech had gone from a towering instrument of destruction to a wounded beast, one struggling to stay alive.<br><br>As if to underscore the point, the <em>Firestarter</em> that had made some valiant, if misguided attempt to protect its larger compatriot had instead made itself a target. Pummeled by Damian’s missile and mortar assault, the light ‘Mech had fallen, crashing to the desert floor and leaving a trail of parts behind it. As it attempted to stand, it was clear that the BattleMech was wounded, it’s MechWarrior clearly rethinking their options.<br><br>The <em>Archer</em> that should have been their backstop support was instead caught in a crossfire, Hiro’s nimble <em>Spider</em> distracting it from the real goal. Now it was wasting fire on the light ‘Mech while drawing attention to itself. As soon as it gave up and swung around, it found itself hemmed in, lighter ‘Mechs all around its suddenly isolated position.<br><br>That left the <em>Hammerhands</em> as the last of their heavy hitters, the slow-moving BattleMech spitting shells from its twin rotary autocannons at Kari’s <em>Black Knight</em>. The shells smacked into its torso, rattling the ancient ‘Mech but coming well short of serious harm. Her own return laser fire did much better, however, burrowing through its wounded armour and into the <em>Hammerhands’</em> structure. Rethinking its actions, the heavy ‘Mech began to backpeadal, especially as the <em>Atlas III</em> continued its advance with Kari.<br><br>“Nice work, Seraph,” Kari sent on a private channel. “But watch the chatter.” Glancing over her display again, she could see the other Crushers considering the <em>Hammerhands’</em> example, closing ranks and dropping back. <em>Wise move. You’re outnumbered and you’ve just lost your big gun</em><br><br>Of course, that didn’t mean the Black Suns were in the clear yet. “Drive them back, but try to steer them off the airfield,” she ordered, her voice crackling as she opened fire again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 16:59:08</strong>
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				<strong>Allia Rowe<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Ghost_zpsc7908c1a.jpg)<br><br>Allia cringed as a ball of coherent lighting flashed across her arm.&nbsp; "Oh CRAP!!"&nbsp; She hadn't expected that variant to be running across a desert.&nbsp; "Ok, that's it!"&nbsp; Allia spun back around to the right, keeping her charred left shoulder away from the Clint.&nbsp; Pulling her reticle high on the other Mech's body punching the toggle on her controls that tied all of her energy weapons together Allia waited as she pulled back around on the Clint.&nbsp; Not waiting for the computer the give her a gold reticle, just feeling the shot, she pulled her trigger.&nbsp; Waves of heat filled her cockpit as both Light PPC's and her Medium Lasers shot towards the Clint.&nbsp; Before the shots could hit, Allia unpaired her weapons preparing for a short cycle of shots.&nbsp; As the balls of lighting and lasers connected with the Clint, the upper torso became engulfed in blue lighting.&nbsp; Allia's jaw dropped, her finger slid from the trigger as she watched the Clint drop to it's knees, a smoking charred hole where the cockpit used to be.&nbsp; "HOLY SHIT!!&nbsp; Did you see that?"&nbsp; she screamed to no one in particular.<br><br><em>“Seraph here. If anyone’s not too busy, I could use a little help. Ran into a little trouble. There’s a Firestarter running around me with an AC and flamers, and a Banshee shooting at me from range.&nbsp; If someone could kindly blow that Firestarter into scrap metal, I would be very grateful to you. Seraph out.”</em><br><br>Rolling her eyes she pulled her and Bear around on the rest of the line.&nbsp; She still wasn't too sure what she thought of the new girl.&nbsp; Her need for attention and flashing her body around to get what wanted didn't much help her lack of actual combat skill.&nbsp; As apparent by her current predicament, Allia wondered how she ever survived Solaris as a Longbow pilot.&nbsp; The Longbow wasn't a very useful arena mech and it was evident Angeline's close fighting skill wasn't going to cut it.&nbsp; Allia had to admit that the girl was attractive.&nbsp; She'd be lying to herself if she said she wouldn't want to put her head between those long tanned legs.<br><br>Allia's BAP swept the field, providing location data on all of the fielded mechs.&nbsp; The Archer was hurt but still up, Hiro and Everette doing a good job of keeping him busy.&nbsp; The Hammerhands and Banshee had other things to worry about with Kari and Marco.&nbsp; Recon had finally rolled up the Calliope and had herded the Blade into a running fight.&nbsp; That left the Exhumer moving to support the Archer thinking the Clint was a better close fighter than the Archer, <em>His mistake</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she keyed the strike channel.&nbsp; "Bear, target the Exhumer, lets see if we can get some back shots on the way on the heavies."&nbsp; Allia turned Gheistwulf across the back of the Crusher line, thankful the heat had finally dissipated, she threw a PPC and flight of missiles towards the Exhumer while her other PPC and her Medium lasers tore at the back armor of the Banshee. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 07:15:47</strong>
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				<strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><hr><br>The Crusher pilot was a veteran, but when he swung his Archer's massive missile batteries away to try and track Hiro's Spider, Everett knew the other Mechwarrior had signed his own death warrant. The Blitzkreig's oversized engine whined as he pushed it full-out, desperate to rush in under the Archer's guns before it could retarget. He didn't quite make it - the Archer pilot was indeed a veteran, and realized his mistake almost as soon as he had made it. Even as the coverings of the LRM batteries swung shut and autoloaders began cycling a new load of ammunition into the tubes, he was bringing his armored torso back around to face Everett's mad charge. Warbling tones warned of a strengthening target lock - Everett blitzed onward, straight down the larger 'Mech's throat as his own computers quested out for a firing solution.<br><br>Just as he came into maximum range, the Archer fired, belching forty homing missiles into his face even as Everett pulled his own trigger and thundered a titan's fury of autocannon shells at his enemy. Holding down the trigger, watching the incoming missile swarm, until the last second - then he dove, flinging his machine prone as the LRM salvo went terminal. With a shriek of tortured metal, his beloved Blitzkreig toppled forward, still moving at over a hundred KPH, and dug a 50-ton trench of dirt and shredded ferro-fibrous armor while thirty furious missiles detonated overhead. Damage warnings flared all across his back, almost as bad as the ruin he was inflicting on his front, but he made it through, and was able to watch the effects of his own fire.<br><br>The Ultra AC's shells had torn gaping hunks out of the Archer's torso, though sadly not the rear armor shot he had been hoping for - internal structure was visible, and the faint glow of a damaged engine. But it was still a brutal hammer blow; the Archer staggered, its pilot fighting desperately to maintain his balance under the gut punch he had taken. Fighting...and failing. Stumbling forward, arms out, and collapsing to its knees. Some detached part of Everett's mind looked at the scene and saw poetry - an enemy warrior, gutted but stoic, on his knees before the sword-wielding executioner. Everett had done his part, now it was the executioner's turn to carry out his duty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 10:54:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>On the battlefield in Charybdis.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">The Firestarter went down, hard, as expected. Its pilot had been foolish enough to rush forward to aid a comrade. Noble cause, but it was going to get him killed. The chatter over the communications channel kept the ex-clanner informed of the progress his allies were making. As far as he could tell, the Crushers were being hammered into the sand quite thoroughly. Getting cocky was going to get them killed, however, so he was pleased to hear the commander keeping a level-head and stressing some caution in her orders. The base still had its garrison and those active turrets. They might be in disrepair and far less of a threat than a lance of 'Mechs, but it wouldn't be the first time he saw lucky shots kill an otherwise skilled pilot.<br><br>As his target struggled to get back up from the painful crash it had sustained, Charybdis closed in for the kill. It was clear the Light 'Mech wasn't going to be surrendering anytime soon, and he wasn't going to be taking any chances. Targeting the stationary machine, he released another volley of missiles from both launchers, the projectiles crashing into the back and legs of the Firestarter, crippling it where it lay. Several notifications on Damian's HUD informed of the death of its systems. It would still be more than salvageable for useful parts, though its legs had been torn to shreds.<br><br>Having closed the distance to inspect the results, he quickly broke his usual radio silence to inform the Lance of another target going down.<br><strong>"Seraph secured. Firestarter disabled. Pilot may have survived,"</strong> he informed with his usual professional brevity. Stopping by the disabled and smoldering husk, he stared down at it briefly, noting the damage to its back. <strong>"Unlikely, though,"</strong> he added coldly, before pressing on.<br><br>They needed to keep the Lance from retreating back to the base, and the best way of doing so, in his eyes, was to lay down enough suppressive fire to force their backs or flanks to the canyon that ran along it, also clearing the runway.<br><strong>"Seraph, with me. Open fire on targets at these nav points,"</strong> he communicated, using a private channel to Angeline to make sure the chatter didn't disturb the other pilots' concentration, as they were in the thick of the fight. The data he sent were the two 'Mechs holding the left flank of the Crusher formation, furthest away from the canyon. More precisely, the Blade and the Exhumer, with the former being pressured by the Recon Lance. If they bombarded them hard enough, they were going to keep inching away from the incoming fire, as both the Ha Otoko and Longbow could stay well out of their range and they seemed frantic to protect their damaged Banshee.<br><br>Swinging around the dune in a wide arc, assuming Angeline would follow suit, Charybdis opened fire again, a spray of missiles only narrowly avoided by the nimble Blade. But it visibly freaked its pilot out, as he began to veer away towards the inside of the formation. When a mortar shell struck the ground nearby, chaos began to reign even more.<br>Damian was all too aware of how impractical some of his load-out was, but he often countered with how effective some good fear tactics were. Having explosions all around had a tendency to distract and even though the shells weren't necessarily the biggest thread to Heavy and Assault 'Mechs, the loud impacts were more than enough to start shaking anyone's resolve.<br><br>Damian had lost sight of his positioning somewhat, however, and had started lingering too close to the Exhumer, entering the range of its missiles. Alarms quickly started sounded, but his evasive maneuvers came too late. Fortunately, the impact of the LRMs was minor. Some superficial damage to the massive plating protecting the Ha Otoko, as well the trigger mechanism of his left arm's Mech Mortar/8 malfunctioning. It took away one of his weapons, but at least the ammunition hadn't decided to explode from the inside out.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 17:25:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br><strong>On the battlefield in S'hot.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Of course he had lost the others in the village. They were a bit faster than him and he didn't really wanted to fire up the TSM before it was time. The comms were firing up all over the place and his status report got lost in the chainfire spreading through the tightbeam. Something exploded to the left of him, a shack being thrown up high into the air, carried upon a plume of fire and smoke. To hell with it then. If something was shooting at him he didn't want to get caught with a blown actuator. The turret on the back of his hound-like 'Mech swiveled around and spread out an arc of flames behind him with a complete disregard for whatever poor population might not have had time to evacuate yet. Survival of the fittest and a whole street full of houses were paying the price for his cover. As he released the trigger the roar of the flamers died down and he tore his feverish eyes from the gun-cam and watched the temperature rise. God did he love it when the cockpit became a heatsink of its own.<br><br>He curved around as he exited the village, looking up on the tactical map to see where his lance-mates had gone to. He banged his palm on the screen and cursed. Seemed like a circuit had fried because it wasn't coming in clear. Fiddlesticks, not now, he couldn't afford to frag up on this mission, not when he had finally gotten a chance to show that he had some brass. He threw back the throttle a bit and S'hot settled into a slower gait as the diamond shaped head swiveled back and forth. He tried to remember the map and compare it to the area around him. There was that cliff face that he had focused on during the brief for some reason. Which meant Harper and Helling couldn't be that far off. Speak of the devil, there were the plumes following an eighty-some missiles in an arc across the sky. He might as well regroup with them, try to get a tightbeam to command and get back on track...<br><br>"<strong>Shoots...</strong>" He watched as a few enemy 'Mechs came bounding towards the artillery's position and kicked the throttle to max as he turned the hound on a penny with a sidestepping turn. It was the reason he liked quads so much. Speed and agility with added stability. The hind legs kicked hard as he leaped over a small ravine and he flicked the switch for his TSM and fired an arch with his flamers to raise the temperature to kick them into gear. His targeters found a Blade wanting and he felt his vision tunnel in, a dangerous grin spreading on his face. He was in range for his lasers, but held back. A finger cramped down on the trigger for the plasma rifle, sending a blinding bolt of super-heated plastic compound towards the light 'mech, impacting hard on the hip actuator and exploding in a hail of molten metal. The Blade only managed to turn and fire a shot before its vision was obscured by a wall of flames which started to quickly cook its heatsinks. The thunderous crash that followed and the crackling of flames was the only thing any observer could make out of the carnage, both the hound and the light having been engulfed with flames. Moshe was lost already, blood boiling, coloring his vision red as the talons tore into the plating and endo-steel, the triple strength myomers bulging around the S'hot's own frame as he dug deep and ripped and tore and maimed. He didn't stop until it was in complete shreds. The cockpit of the rival 'Mech was a gaping bloody mess as Moshe leaped off it, the flames having died down a bit around them. He'd need a moment to cool down now so he trotted off towards Damian and Angeline to check on them, more for his own sake than theirs.<br><br>"<strong>I got lost... tac-screen and comms are fried.</strong>" He panted into the tightbeam to the two, exhausted as the adrenaline evened out. "<strong>You got any clue where the rest of Recon is?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 00:32:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/4/42/Gauntlet_OmniMech.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios</strong><br><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gheistwulf (Allia Rowe)<br><br>He should have been paying attention. Like a fool he had pulled his focus off his target while trying to find something that was currently firing at him. Perhaps he had drifted from the protective bubble of the Ghiestwulf or his enemy had known how to compensate for it. Either way he was nearly knocked off his feet by the return blow, his Gauntlet slammed hard all along its left flank.&nbsp; Thrown against the harness, he issued a deep growl as he fought the controls, instincts and his mind to try and stay balanced, hoping his neurohelmet was up to the task. After a quick stutter step, Samson got himself back into his loping stride. Alarms were blaring and he shot a glance at his systems, noticing several flickering red. His structural read out showed that a good bit of armor had been stripped off his side, several joints blinking with stress. A curse slipped under his breath when he noticed that his Thunderbolt was flashing as well. Would the ammo start cooking off in the tube…<br><br>Gritting his teeth, he chose to ignore it, suspect that it was mainly the wiring that had been damaged and not the weapon itself. Growling slightly, he swung his torso, hoping to bring his PPC around to punish whoever had given him such a beating. That’s when he saw the <em>Clint</em> topple, it’s head reduced to slag. While he was pleased to see an enemy fall, he was a bit disappointed that he had not been the one to land the killing blow. Suddenly hungry, he glanced along the battle line to seek something to vent his anger upon. Lucky for him, Allia was there, one step ahead with another target. He didn’t both to respond, bringing his crosshairs inline with the exposed back of the <em>Exhumer</em>. A wicked smile crossed his face as he fired, feeling the rock in his torso from the kick of the heavy PPC, the brilliant blue beam lancing out to drive into the back of the <em>Exhumer</em>. Altering his stride, he moved to follow after it, shot after shot, lancing out at his opponent. “Get some Fraker!” <br><br>Lightning began to arch across the torso of the <em>Exhumer</em>, the result of multiple PPC hits playing hell with its electronics. Still Samson continued to fire, barely noticing the heat wash filling his poorly ventilated cockpit, feeling the need to bring the hulking mech down. Small explosions crossed it’s torso, heatsinks cooking off under his continued assault. Oh how he wished he had a missile on hand, wanting to put one right into the generator, his mind attempting to imagine the explosion that would result if he had managed to land such blow.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 01:04:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Kari knew that the Crushers had walked into a bad situation, pretty much surrendering any advantage with their first moves. Watching the battle unfold had confirmed that fact as superior numbers and planning had shown their combined power. The Crushers’ eight ‘Mechs were quickly dropping, with very little to show for it. Now they were pulling back, and in a hurry too. It was clear that this was an attempt at an organized retreat, but merely an attempt. It was only a little short of being out and out panic, a desperate effort to survive in the face of the slaughter they had suffered.<br><br>The <em>Calliope</em> was the furthest back, having managed to somehow survive through remaining elusive and not contributing to the battle. Harassed by the Recon Lance, it was wounded but still standing, trying to keep the light ‘Mechs around it at bay with its plasma cannon. Closer to the front, the <em>Exhumer</em> was also backing off, gaping wounds in its front threatening its survival. Their three heavies represented the biggest single threat yet, but could also become losses quickly; the wounded <em>Banshee</em> and <em>Hammerhands</em>, as well as the surrounded <em>Archer</em>.<br><br>“Let them pull back,” Kari ordered as she sent another barrage of laser fire at the <em>Hammerhands</em>, her eye now on the heat gage. It was definitely getting hot inside the <em>Knight,</em> her speed dropping as the ‘Mech struggled to keep up. “No sense in making this any bloodier then it needs to be, as long as we keep them off the airfield proper.” If whoever was in command of the Crushers had any sense, they would try to limit their losses and preserve what was left of their command.<br><br>More red indicators appeared on the TAC display, headed towards the rear of the Crushers’ embattled formation. “Looks like the Snakes chose to join the fight,” she added. “Someone from recon confirm the newcomers. Should be Partisan and Bulldog tanks, but I want to be certain. Don’t stick around if they’re dangerous”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 02:23:55</strong>
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				<strong>Allia Rowe<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Ghost_zpsc7908c1a.jpg)<br><br>The double blast of PPC's from her right shoulder told her that Bear was heavy into tearing the back out of the Exhumer.&nbsp; Fire suddenly came from the other side of the medium mech, boxing it in between Bear and Charybdis.&nbsp; Accepting that the Exhumer was well tended too and the Archer was being pinched between Butterfly and Ronin.&nbsp; Watching the Archer go to it's knees, Allia recognized that the Crusher main line was crumbling as they tried to retreat.&nbsp; Not realizing they had enemy mechs in their rear, the Banshee and Hammerhands slowly backed towards the airfield and relative safety.&nbsp; Allia had other ideas about their retreat&nbsp; plans.&nbsp; Watching her last shots connect with both the Exhumer and the back of the Banshee, and knowing that Bear was finishing it off, Allia turned her attention to the Banshee's back.&nbsp; Two Light PPC's and three medium lasers speared out in a combined strike, smashing hard into the Banshee's legs and torso.&nbsp; Armor plates flew and melted to the ground as her shots hit.&nbsp; The close range of the shot made missing virtually impossible.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Let them pull back, No sense in making this any bloodier then it needs to be, as long as we keep them off the airfield proper.”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Hearing the order she frowned as she saw the Banshee lurch forward from the power of her shot.&nbsp; It was obvious that the Banshee was losing control of its hip actuator when the order came to let them pull back.&nbsp; <br>"Command, Gheistwulf.&nbsp; We're folding their line and we're in behind them.&nbsp; If they have any sense they'll accept the situation and surrender.&nbsp; Please confirm order to let them pull back?"&nbsp; <br>Not fully defensive with her assumption that the line was crumbling, Allia didn't realize the Banshee turned to meet her attack.&nbsp; Autocannon shells peppered her left shoulder where the Clint had hit her, scoring a couple of shots into her structure.&nbsp; "Oh you wanna play do you!!!"&nbsp; Realizing the heat in her cockpit hadn't dissipated yet, Allia swapped her missile load then flicked her alpha strike toggle, letting a full shot of PPC's, Medium Lasers and SRM's tear across the short distance to the Banshee.&nbsp; His wounded hip still exposed as he tried to focus his attention on the heavies and the collapsing line.&nbsp; The one PPC shot wide, smashing into his chest as the SRM's peppered his shoulder and arms.&nbsp; But the second PPC and Lasers tore into the exposed armor melting the hip actuator into a clump of molten slag.&nbsp; "Eat that bitch!!"&nbsp; Sure that the Banshee wasn't going to force the issue, Allia turned back towards Bear to support the final kills on the Exhumer.<br><br><em>“Looks like the Snakes chose to join the fight, Someone from recon confirm the newcomers. Should be Partisan and Bulldog tanks, but I want to be certain. Don’t stick around if they’re dangerous”</em>&nbsp; Allia's BAP swept the field, picking out the newcomers to the fight.&nbsp; "Confirmed command. BAP's painting four Bulldogs and three Partisan's."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 04:51:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In his 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everett Yoshikawa (Butterfly), Allia Rowe (Gheistwulf)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>The Archer fell to its knees, defeated, disgraced.&nbsp; It looked as if he could only absolve his loss of honor through <em>sepukku</em> - ritual suicide.&nbsp; Before he dishonored himself a second time by showing pain, I would act as his kaishaku-nin.<br><br>I stood beside the fallen opponent, brought my sword up slowly then down quickly, cutting into the cockpit of the missile carrier, slaying the warrior inside.<br><br>It was a good death.<br><br>I walked over to Everett.&nbsp; With my free hand, I assisted him in getting his mech back to standing.<br><br>"We might be able to get some decent salvage out of-"<br><br>The Archer exploded, dozens of long range missiles flying upward and in all directions, like fireworks.<br><br><em>"Command, Gheistwulf.&nbsp; We're folding their line and we're in behind them.&nbsp; If they have any sense they'll accept the situation and surrender.&nbsp; Please confirm order to let them pull back?" </em><br><br>It was kind of surprising how Allia was showing this other side of her.&nbsp; I pegged her for the quiet, introverted type, observant and analytical.&nbsp; Here, she was making a stand.&nbsp; I hated to let an enemy escape, but in the mercenary life, it was often more about not losing than winning.&nbsp; It seemed like Kari knew that.<br><br><em>"Oh you wanna play do you!!!</em>"<br><br>"Gheistwulf, Ronin, we can hear you-"<br><br><em>"Eat that bitch!!" </em><br><br>Made me wonder what she was like in her bunk.<br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin of Lust</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 05:47:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/KaiStormwind/Celebs/Amber%20Heard/Amber-Heard-Looking-Hot-In-Malibu-Magazine---July-2013-01_zps9f2e9830.jpg)</div><strong>Angeline Helling</strong><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged: Damian, Hiro, Kari, Moshe</strong><br><br>Angeline watched the Firestarter fall to the ground, feeling…well, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling. Perhaps a little thankful, to Damian for coming in to deal with the Firestarter. A little conflicted that Damian was the one who intervened to help her. A little hurt at Hiro’s barbed words, but accepting that she had much to learn about working in a Lance and in a mercenary company from everyone else. Sure, she had graduated from a prestigious military Mechwarrior academy, and with honors too. But she wasn’t really into military history and Mechwarrior Lance tactics, preferring to focus on picking up piloting and gunnery skills. Anything to do with books and theory, well, Angeline had kept it a closely guarded secret but she may have given blowjobs to or slept with a couple of the instructors to get the high grades she had in those classes. Maybe. Her parents would have gone ballistic if they had heard about anything of the sort. Better that they didn’t. She didn’t want to hurt them, after all. But speaking of sex…she hadn’t had any since joining the Black Sun mercenaries. Not yet anyway. She really needed to get to know them better, in more ways than one.<br><br>“Thanks.” That was all Angeline sent to Charybdis in acknowledgement of Damian coming in to support her. Be brief, right? And she didn’t really like to speak with him, but he did help her out. As for Ronin, he didn’t get much more from her either. “Acknowledged and understood. Apologies. Seraph out.” Angeline brightened up a little when Kari praised her for the good work in taking on the Banshee, though that was tempered by her mentioning the chatter again. She would have to work on speaking like a soldier. She had managed to do it back in the academy on New Olympia, she could re-learn it again. Being an arena gladiator (and a famous celebrity one to boot) was vastly different, and Angeline hadn’t quite settled in to working as part of a Lance or any of the military practices that the mercenaries carried over from their past. She fought by herself, and battle chatter was normally all about taunting her rivals…or seducing them. “Seraph acknowledges.” Angeline replied cheerfully to her commander, keeping her spirits up as best as she could. All of her communications were now on private channels to their recipients too, to prevent a repeat of the earlier communications blunder.<br><br>With Charybdis taking the lead, and Damian being more experienced than she was, Angeline turned her attention away from the Banshee and the smoking wreck that was the Firestarter. Following the clanner’s lead, Angeline opened fire with her LRMs upon the Blade and the Exhumer. Didn’t manage to actually hit the Blade, and the Exhumer might have taken a couple of hits, but nothing it couldn’t shrug off. Moshe’s sudden appearance, destruction of the Blade and then question to her and Damian took her attention away from the Exhumer for a bit. “Recon Lance is harassing the Calliope, and doing well. I’m sending you their coordinates.” Angeline replied to Moshe on the tightbeam. With Kari ordering them to let the Crushers off the hook though, Angeline didn’t see the need for Moshe to wander in blind and deaf. That was dangerous. Kari and Allia confirmed the presence of reinforcements from the Combine for the Crushers, though they were really a little too late to help them out much. The tanks were not a large threat by themselves, and they certainly weren’t going to turn the tide for the battered Crushers, who had lost about half or more of their number. So unless the tanks were only trying to support and escort the Crushers in their retreat…it was pretty much suicide. Angeline locked in on one of the Bulldogs and waited for further orders. With no orders to blow them to pieces yet, she was going to hold off and wait. They were winning, after all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 06:30:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>The ragged <em>Calliope</em> had pulled back, one arm little more than a burned stump while its armour was shredded. The <em>Exhumer</em> had tried to join it, only to be bought down by Bear and Allia’s combined fire, crashing face-first to the desert sand. With the <em>Archer’s</em> rather dramatic demise, that left only two more; the <em>Banshee</em> and <em>Hammerhands,</em> both badly wounded.<br><br><em>Come on,</em> Kari considered as&nbsp; she exchanged fire once more with the <em>H-Hands</em>, lasers and autocannon flying back and forth between the two ‘Mechs. <em>I gave you guys an out, and made it clear that we’re going to let you take it. We’re offering you a shot here. Don’t make this to the death</em>. She’d heard stories that the Combine would often ‘suggest’ to their mercenaries that fighting to the death was their only option, and they had ways to enforce that idea. Now she wanted to see what the Crushers would do.<br><br>They had made mistakes, yes, and their situation was entirely their fault. At the same time, she didn’t want to see them killed for the sake of it. <em>Maybe they thought the Snakes would offer more help. Maybe they mis-read out numbers. Either way, they’ve taken their lumps already</em><br><br>The <em>Banshee</em> made the first move as it tried to limp backwards. The BattleMech raised both arms, a red flare shooting up from the cockpit. “We surrender!” A voice called out over a loudspeaker. “Let us go and we won’t give you any trouble.”<br><br>Kari held on her trigger, the <em>Hammerhands</em> under the reticule.&nbsp; “Hold fire!” She ordered over the command channel. “But keep a watch on them and the Snakes, and be ready to respond if anyone shoots”<br><br><em>We still have a job to do, and the Snakes probably won’t like that,</em> she concluded. <em>But this way we make things a little easier for all of us</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 12:35:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>On the battlefield in Charybdis.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Angeline, Moshe, Kari</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian completely ignored Angeline's response to his efforts. He knew she was only showing gratitude out of some kind of societal obligation. Unless she meant the words, they were worthless. And at that point in time, the clanner highly doubted she had any other intention in mind than to hate his guts. Not that he cared, so long as she did her job and, so far, she had. A little reckless and without all that much battlefield experience, perhaps, but considering the shoddy performance of some arena jocks turned mercenary he has seen in the past, she wasn't doing half bad. Of course, like hell he was going to tell her that, lest it bloat an ego he already thought she had.<br><br>Instead, the abrasive man kept his focus on the battlefield, pleased to find the Longbow following suit and keeping up with his advance. Her missiles complimented his barrage nicely and started to push the remaining members of the enemy lance together and towards their heavy hitters and the canyon. Sadly, it did not make them stall their retreat or surrender, instead, they believed it was a good option to keep fighting for a little while longer. That proved less than an interesting choice on their part, as the Calliope was nearly crippled by incoming fire, the Exhumer bit the dust hard, and the Blade was reduced to nothing but scrap metal from the sudden appearance of one of the men that had been missing from their intrepid group.<br><br>Damian's brow furrowed as he responded across the tightbeam. His rough voice would contain plenty of grit that signified his annoyance and the company's tactical adviser decided to crack the whip.<br><strong>"You got lost? Next time at least pay attention to the overview of the terrain so you don't run around like a chicken without a head, Dayan,"</strong> the tightbeam connection was severed immediately afterwards, as Angeline already filled him in on the situation and where the Recon Lance was located.<br><br>With the surrender of the Banshee, and with the Hammerhands more than likely about to follow suit, the base defenses were crippled and no longer posed any significant threat. However, if there was one thing Damian had learned in his years on the Black Sun payroll, it was never to take anything for granted.<br><strong>"Command, Charybdis. Blade is down. Calliope is backing away. Moving to higher ground,"</strong> Damian responded briefly, giving Kari the same type of brief, concise reports he always did. With that said, he relayed his orders to the two 'Mechs closest to him.<br><strong>"Seraph, with me, up the dune. Keep an eye on their reinforcements. Do not open fire as long as they're near the runway. S'hot, meet up with Gheistwulf and support their flank,"</strong> he ordered calmly, before starting to put some more distance between him and the incoming targets. All of his weapons systems were trained on them, however, with a rain of deadly projectiles but a single press away.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 20:42:36</strong>
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				<strong>Allia Rowe<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Ghost_zpsc7908c1a.jpg)<br><br><em>We surrender! Let us go and we won’t give you any trouble.”</em><br><br><em>Hold fire! But keep a watch on them and the Snakes, and be ready to respond if anyone shoots”</em><br><br>Allia looked over the wreckage of the Crusher forces arrayed on their right flank.&nbsp; The smoking husk of the Archer along with the fallen Exhumer and Calliope showed they had torn hard into the Crusher's very effectively.&nbsp; Kari's call to hold fire came at a point when the fighting started to wind down.&nbsp; She looked over the battlefield break out her BAP designated on the scope.&nbsp; The ground vehicles were still moving towards the battleline.&nbsp; <br><br>"Strike, form up on me.&nbsp; S'hot, join in."&nbsp; Allia checked to make sure her ECM suite was active and jamming all systems that weren't friendly.&nbsp; She turned Gheistwulf towards the inbound Partisan's and Bulldogs.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if the ground pounders would follow the Crusher's example, but Allia was sure having her Strike Lance driving directly down their throat would drive them to realize they were outgunned and outmatched.&nbsp; &nbsp;Allia set Gheistwulf to a steady pace towards the vehicles.&nbsp; She held the reticle close to the vehicles, prepared to respond if they attacked.&nbsp; As they crossed into the maximum range of the vehicles she almost started to smile, thinking they might simply surrender.&nbsp; <br><br>The long tone of a targetting lock filled her cockpit, pulling her hopes back down as a high power bolt of laser energy zipped past her left shoulder.&nbsp; Three more lasers pierced the air around their Lance but hitting nothing.&nbsp; The ECM was messing with their targetting, bringing a smile to her face.&nbsp; "I guess that means they're not joining in on the surrender.&nbsp; Ok boys, lets turm them into slag."&nbsp; Allia switched to her Long range missiles, letting a flight of three tear through the sky towards the Bulldogs as her Light PPC's ejected two balls of lighting towards the lead Bulldog.&nbsp; The tank could do little to resist the multiple hits.&nbsp; The tank rocked and started to smoke under the hits.&nbsp; "Strike, break and pull their fire.&nbsp; S'hot, break their flank and try to swing around the back.&nbsp; I doubt those Partisan's are going to be to much of a threat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>03-07-2014, 00:08:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br><strong>On the battlefield in S'hot.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>He had barely gotten a breather before he was being chewed up and spit out. He cringed a little, taking Damian's words very seriously. After all, he was right. He shouldn't have gotten lost. He should have payed attention to the terrain. <em>He did</em>, but a tad bit too late and it could have ended up real bad for the whole company. He didn't respond, taking the chastisement in silence before Angeline broke it. He grinned a little, it was hard not when imagining the girl from all the lockers in the engineering bay talking to you, even if it was just a status report. "<strong>Affirmative on that Miss Helling, uhm, I mean Seraph, I'll try to regroup with...</strong>"<br><br>He was cut off with a buzz as his comms came to life again and didn't wait to kick off as his new orders came from Allia. The hound bounded off, TSM's already warmed up and grinding to take S'hot up to full speed. It was almost peaceful now that the fighting seemed to have died down a bit. The dust trail behind him must have been confusing to be seen from afar, especially with the large hunchbacked quad at the head of it. For a moment he peered over to the village that he had gone through earlier. Black smoke told him the fires had probably spread, causing untold C-Bills of damage that would probably have to come out of the local's own pockets. Never mind the civilian casualties that might have been reaped. Better not dwell on it.<br><br>"<strong>Break flank, affirmative, Geistwulf!</strong>" He just about slammed the throttle forward and broke off from the formation. The rather low profile of the Sarath served well as he skipped forward between ridges and cliffs, gun camera from the turrets giving him a good overview. It didn't take him long until he was in position. Partisans, followed by supporting infantry. He could already feel his blood boiling again, the talons of S'hot clawing at the ground. <br><br>Before he knew it he had already kicked off, one Partisan already set ablaze with a plasma shot. Another one lost its turret and white hot metal and plasma sprayed over the nearby infantry, those spared soon engulfed in flames. One, two more Partisans ripped to shreds under the talons, another one exploding as the ammo was cooked. Everything was an impenetrable inferno. Luckily he wasn't as frivolous with the channels as the rest. The cackling might have hurt any future relations with anyone in the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 19:04:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In his 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe (Gheistwulf), Moshe Dayan (S'hot)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><em>"Strike, form up on me.&nbsp; S'hot, join in."</em><br><br>I did as ordered, closing the distance with Allia.&nbsp; While waiting for a follow-up command, I checked my mech status.&nbsp; Everything was fully operational.&nbsp; It was as if I just dropped into battle.<br><br><em>"Strike, break and pull their fire.&nbsp; S'hot, break their flank and try to swing around the back.&nbsp; I doubt those Partisan's are going to be to much of a threat."</em><br><br>I took a deep breath and exhaled through my nose.&nbsp; "Roger."<br><br>I was a bit disappointed.&nbsp; I felt like I should have been the one to flank and swing around, not Moshe.&nbsp; It would have to be something I thought about later, because at the moment I was in the air, drawing fire from the jack-of-all-trade Bulldogs and the anti-aircraft Partisans.&nbsp; <br><br>Jumping and gliding, the Bulldogs couldn't resist taking shorts with large lasers at me.&nbsp; They missed, but a Partisan autocannon round nicked me as I floated around and behind the tanks.<br><br>When I landed, Moshe was already blasting at and tearing into the Partisans.&nbsp; The damage he inflicted was much more than I could have dished out.<br><br>For the sake of the company, I thought that Moshe would be a better fit for the Strike Lance.&nbsp; Since it seemed that he couldn't keep up with his recon lance-mates, I could take his spot there.<br><br>Surrounded by Partisan carcasses, I stood by the quad mech and enjoyed the show of carnage, my ER small lasers picking off infantry that dared try to take shots at us.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 04:20:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207496.msg10194626#msg10194626">Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 01-07-2014, 00:32:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/4/42/Gauntlet_OmniMech.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios</strong><br><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gheistwulf, Open<br><br>Samson was drenched in sweat, the heat from his multiple PPC shots filling his cabin. It wasn’t until the Exhumer hit the ground that he truly started to notice the intense heat that had been building. He suspected that the pounding he had taken might have knocked out his ventilation. Dragging his forearm across his brow, he tried to keep some of the sweat from dripping into his eyes. His anger lessening for a moment, he examined the battle line, pleased to see they were doing so well. Allia’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, his attention turning to the radar for a moment before he nodded. Eager for some more action, Samson swung the Gauntlet into the wake of Gheistwulf, slipping back into the protective bubble of the Guardian Suit, a half smirk crossing his lips as the failed attempts of hitting them by the enemy. Pulling to Allia’s right sift, he lined up on the nearest tank, driving a bight blue mean into the side, watching armor turn to slag. “Frak it is getting hot in here!”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 14:05:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>The battle, such as it was, had ended quickly and brutally. The burning husks of Combine vehicles lay scattered across the desert sand, while a handful of survivors were beating a hasty retreat away from the airfield. Kari could see that there were still active defenses around the objective, but at the same time, they were unlikely to put up much of a fight. Her people could out-range them, and pummel them at their own leisure.<br><br>“Seraph, Charybdis, hit those turrets,” She commanded. “The rest of you, keep your eyes on the snakes, just in case they try something stupid.” Kari wasn’t expecting the surviving DCMS militia forces to mount another attack, given that their first had ended so spectacularly badly. On the other hand, Dracs were just plain weird, and were known to do irrational things for the sake of their honour or the like. Either way, she wasn’t going to take any chances. “And someone get an eye on the Crushers”<br><br>It had been an utter disaster for their opponents. The maimed <em>Banshee</em> and a couple of others were still standing, but that was it. She could see survivors in amongst the wreckage, and maybe some of their ‘Mechs would be made functional again, but inside, she knew that it was all over for the Crushers. <em>Poor bastards can’t come back from something like this. They’ll bankrupt themselves trying to get back to where they were and their rep will take a hit.</em> In some ways, she hated facing other mercenaries the most, knowing just how much they had to lose.<br><br>“As soon as the turrets are down, we’ll call in the transports,” She spoke again. “Time to clean up and get on out”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 20:43:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>On the battlefield in Charybdis.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Angeline, Kari</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Having reached the higher vantage point with Seraph, Damian kept a close eye on the proceedings down below. He kept his weapon systems poised and ready to go. While the order to hold fire was given, he started to get the feeling the Combine troops were going to prove to be as overly zealous as they always were, and continue a hopeless fight, regardless of the losses. In his callousness, he couldn't care less. If they were willing to throw their lives away fighting a lost cause, let them, for their presence was dimming the Inner Sphere with every day they drew breath.<br><strong>"Seraph. At the ready,"</strong> he stated over a private tightbeam to Angeline, making sure she knew he believed they would open fire soon. He had seen what the arena angel's 'Mech could do. From their current vantage point, that missile barrage was going to utterly demolish those poorly armored vehicles that were charging the frontline. If they were able to loosen even a single shot before being pummeled by explosives, he would be genuinely surprised.<br><br>And then, all hell broke loose once again. Allia ordered the Strike Lance to open fire, and Damian followed suit. <strong>"Take the center,"</strong> he ordered before bringing his remaining Mech Mortar to bear, raining down devastating shells onto the flanks to box the enemy in and funnel them in a neat little firing line towards the Strike Lance. They would have a field day picking them off while they had nowhere left to run.<br>When the order from Kari came, the answer was as short and simple as ever. <strong>"Aff."</strong><br>The turrets were the only real threat left, and one of them soon had a full barrage of LRM-20s pelting it and reducing the poorly maintained defensive gun into little more than scrap metal.<br><br>The day was won, the enemy just didn't realize it yet.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 03:36:54</strong>
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				<strong>Allia Rowe<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios Airfield<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br>Allia parked Gheistwulf along the outer edge of the main hangers were the equipment and supplies were being stored.&nbsp; Pushing the heavy door in the back of the mech's head brought a rush of cool air that washed over her sweat soaked hair and head like a cooling bath.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and breathed in the ozone free air for a moment, letting it send an icy chill through her lungs and body.&nbsp; Her body suit did a lot of keep her cool, having been a new design of Defiance Industries for mechwarrior comfort.&nbsp; The suit carried coolant throughout her body rather than just along the chest and torso like old style suits.&nbsp; It also interfaced better with the mech's controls, allowing her better control of the movements.&nbsp; There had been some advantages to her family being in good with the company when she lived on Hesperus II. <br><br>Unsnapping the top buttons and pulling the zipper to mid-chest, she let the cooler air spread inside the suit.&nbsp; It was apparent to anyone looking close that her chest was bare skin under the suit.&nbsp; She climbed slowly onto Gheistwulf's shoulder, finding her favorite foothold right above the missile launcher to sit down on the warm armor and watch the salvage ships land and take on supplies.&nbsp; It had been a good fight.&nbsp; Her armor worked like a charm as usual.&nbsp; They hadn't seen her coming until the first barrage of PPC's and missiles screamed into their perimeter.&nbsp; The best part had been the constant attempts to hit her as she pulled them towards the main line.&nbsp; Visual cues seemed to get close, but nothing locked on.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled as she thought of the the kill shot on the Clint.&nbsp; <em>Pure luck</em> She thought, but accepted whatever she could get, especially being outgunned by a mech like a Clint.&nbsp; Strike had done a good job today, they'd kept their heads and followed their procedures and came out with a pretty effective pincer maneuver.&nbsp; The Crusher's either didn't know what they were doing, or were caught completely by surprise, either way it was a good day.&nbsp; <br><br>Allia scribbled lightly in a small sketch book as the other members of the company slowly arrived and settled into a defensive perimeter around the arriving salvage transports.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 04:25:58</strong>
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				<strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><hr><br>Wobbling slightly, Everett grabbed hold of the outstretched hand of Hiro's Spider and used it to steady his balance as he climbed to his feet - not pulling too heavily, or else he'd just end up yanking the much lighter 'Mech down on top of him. Once he was sure he wouldn't just topple over again, he looked over the damage boards to see how badly he'd screwed himself up. Overall, it wasn't terrible. Nearly all of his front armor had been rather literally sandblasted off, and his back armor was fairly beat from LRM shrapnel as well, but he'd amazingly survived without any noticeable internal damage. But then he dry-spun his autocannon, and halfway through its turn it locked with a grinding screech loud enough to hear through his cockpit glass. The entire mechanism, naturally, was packed thick with sand and dirt; out of commission until the unit Techs could scour it clean, and that meant he was out of commission as well.<br><br>Luckily, the enemy was in far worse shape - calling for terms even as he stumbled upright, and abandoning their now-doomed Combine reinforcements. Using an ultra autocannon to swat Bulldogs and Partisans would be the proverbial sledgehammer against mayflies, luckily, so his removal from the battle-line wouldn't be crippling.<br>"Butterfly to Defiance. No bones broken, but my only weapon's out of commission. Falling back to the dropship now, have fun with the crunchies." <br>Once Kari had acknowledged, he turned and set off for the <em>Dark Star</em> at a lope, watching his gauges all the way back in case the damage sensors hadn't picked up something important.<br><br><hr><strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br>Santa Prisca Desert, <em>Dark Star</em> Drop Zone<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Thankfully, his IFF transmitters weren't damaged in the least - otherwise, he wouldn't have gone anywhere near a fully functional Trutzberg in overwatch mode. But the gunnery officer waved him in, and he plodded his way up the ramp and into the holding bay. The Captain probably wouldn't call for a fast dust-off, since they'd whacked the Combine's primary staging base on the continent. But if the airfield they'd just decapitated was rated for Dropships, Dark Star might go to pick up the salvage and lances rather than having them return overland. Either way, it meant a little more time for the techs to start on cleaning his gun, and first dibs for him at the showers. Life was good.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 07:15:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/4/42/Gauntlet_OmniMech.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios Airfield</strong><br><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Samson worked the Gauntlet through the series of small buildings, bearing in mind that he wasn’t equipped for short range attacks and hoping that they had scared the enemy enough to keep them compliant during the operation of taking on salvage. When he spotted the heat residue of a mech he almost squeezed the trigger, catching himself at the last moment as he recognized a fellow merc. Shaking his head, silently scolding himself for getting so jumpy, he headed towards the airfields, preferring the openness to the narrow streets. Reaching up, he dragged his arm across his brow, attempting to wipe away from sweat though he was unsuccessful, his whole body drenched still from the heat that just wouldn’t seem to dissipate.<br><br>Pulling out of the way, he settled the Gauntlet into standby before he loosened his harness. There was an ache across his shoulder, no doubt some bruising from when he got smacked a good one. Peeling off his drenched shirt, he tossed it before him, attempting to stretch out his limbs in the confines of his cockpit. With a slight grunt, he worked himself to feet, reaching up to release the hatch. Lifting himself out into the cooler air, he smiled for a moment, thankful to be out of the oven. When he spotted some of the damage to the left side of his mech, his smile vanished. With a slight growl, he stepped over, and squatted his large frame to take a look at the blackened and battered arm. The gun mount seemed intact from his angle, suggesting that it was wiring that had taken the most damage. Cursing silently, he shook his head, spitting his disgust at the weapon. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 15:25:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her 'Mech, in the desert, in a fight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia, </strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>With the turrets down, there had’t been much left to do; the remaining DCMS on-site security had surrendered rather quickly, especially when confronted with the fire-breathing demon dog that was the <em>Sarath</em>. By the time the AFFS transports and salvage crews had turned up, the Combine soldiers had been neatly secured. <em>I guess samurai honour is for Mechwarriors or something, not bottom-grade grunts</em>. <br><br>Her <em>Black Knight</em> had stood watch, ‘waving’ the supply convoy onto the airfield before joining the other Black Sun ‘Mechs. Confident that the area was secure, Kari powered down, clambering out of the baking oven that was the BattleMech cockpit and into the relative cool of the desert sun. Circumstance and personal wealth (or lack thereof) left her using a traditional coolant vest and shorts, leaving her elaborately tattooed limbs almost entirely bare.<br><br>Spying Allia, she gave a nod towards her Lieutenant, headed over to where she was perched on her BattleMech. “Not too bad, all things considered,” She began, waving to the woman. “Salvage and payment will more then cover all this, and the Feds are looking mighty happy. I’ve also called the <em>Dark Star</em> to come over to pick us up when they’re good”<br><br>She offered a small smile. “So how are you?”<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 16:03:00</strong>
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				<strong>Allia Rowe<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios Airfield<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari, Samson<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br>Allia watched as Bear lumbered onto the airfield.&nbsp; He seemed tentative, like he expected some DCMS soldier to do a suicide run on him while he passed through the airfields buildings.&nbsp; She smiled, judging by the way they crushed the militia forces on the field, the airfield troops wouldn't care to try and attack a mech in such close proximity.&nbsp; Bear's arm looked like it had been mauled by a large beast, but luckily it was still intact.&nbsp; She thought about her own damage, looking over at her left shoulder.&nbsp; The dark flash burns had ripped away some armor and she knew she was missing a heatsink in her shoulder, but otherwise she had been lucky.&nbsp; <br><br>Not long after Bear appeared, Defiance's massive form lumbered onto the airfield, stopping a few meters away from the hangar where Gheistwulf stood.&nbsp; Allia smiled as their commander climbed out of the cockpit.&nbsp; There was something about the elaborately painted skin and the sweat drenched shirt and hair that sent butterflies fluttering around inside Allia's belly.&nbsp; She tucked her sketchbook back into the pocket on her hip and waved.<br><br><em>“Not too bad, all things considered, Salvage and payment will more then cover all this, and the Feds are looking mighty happy. I’ve also called the Dark Star to come over to pick us up when they’re good.&nbsp; So how are you?”</em>&nbsp; Allia couldn't help but stare as Kari moved closer.<br><br>"It was a good day!"&nbsp; She said with a bright smile.&nbsp; "I have to wonder of our plan was just that good or if the Crusher's were just that bad!&nbsp; But we seem to have made it through without too much damage."&nbsp; She turned to watch Samson climb from Bear's cockpit, his large muscular frame drenched in sweat.&nbsp; "Bear, you doing ok?&nbsp; You look a little beat up?"&nbsp; She asked with a friendly grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 16:46:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>In the captured base</strong><br><strong>Tagged: All</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">With the carnage of the day complete, Damian could smell the profit. Several of the 'Mechs they had taken down were still in rather good shape, or at least had valuable components and weapons that would need very little repairs to make serviceable. Moreover, the fact that the entire base, and its runways, had sustained next to no damage, meant there wouldn't be any unforeseen costs there either. He couldn't complain, as the books were certainly going to look nicely spiced by the end tally. That didn't mean he wasn't going to complain, however.<br><br>The clanner sighed softly and sat back in 'Mech's cockpit for a few moments as he let Charybdis' heat sinks take care of what his missiles had generated. Once he felt somewhat more comfortable, he began to make his way over to where the rest of the company was gathering. Charybdis was largely unscathed. Some superficial damage and a damaged Mech Mortar that wouldn't take too long to fix up. Its controls had felt somewhat sluggish in the desert environment, however, which caused the man some worry. The gears in his head never stopped turning, as there was always something; anything, on his mind. Once the sapphire 'Mech had reached Allia, Kari and Samson, he deactivated the systems and opened up the chest-oriented cockpit. He still wore the same coolant suit he always had during his days with clan Sea Fox; having taken it with him when he had departed. He had removed the insignias, however, leaving only a single emblem on the shoulder of Charybdis. Until he could return, he did not see the point of announcing his allegiance too loudly.<br><br>Clad from head-to-toe in the pilot suit, he rose up from his seat and planted a single boot on the edge. His eyes squinted as he looked over the salvage proceedings quietly, hearing the banter of the others to the side. Deft fingers reached for a bottle of water he kept stored away in a compartment inside of his cockpit. While the liquid was as warm as one would expect, it would still quench his thirst and cool his skin somewhat. He poured it over his face, hair and neck before downing most of the rest and tossing it back casually. He had sweat just as much as the others, yet he continually refused to take off his suit until they were back on the Dark Star, and even there he was rarely seen without his normal ensemble. He clapped his hands together slightly as he stayed near the captain and Allia; the motion intended to remove some grime and dust.<br><br><strong>"Our plan was just that good. And they were incompetent,"</strong> he proclaimed in answer to Allia's statement.<br>He stopped beside his commander, his arms crossing over his chest as he kept his eyes on the salvage operation in the distance. <strong>"Made sure they'd prioritize the Calliope and Firestarter first. They're largely intact. I saw a lot of ammunition waste; however,"</strong> he commented with his usual, somewhat annoyed tone of voice. It was all too clear why most members of the company preferred to watch him leave rather than stay; when they didn't need his firepower of course...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 15:39:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>On the tarmac at the airfield</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia, Samson, Damian</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Kari smiled up at Allia, giving her a small nod. “Nice view from up there?” She asked as a joke. Technically her <em>Knight’s</em> cockpit was higher up, but it was a world of difference between sitting in a ‘Mech and being outside in the air. And besides, perched on the <em>Ghost’s</em> shoulder while watching the world go by actually seemed sort of fun. <em>Ah, simpler times. One of the drawbacks of being the boss is your lack of free time to do the fun stuff</em><br><br>Her eyes were momentarily caught by Sampson walking past to inspect the damage to his ‘Mech, stripped to the waist and as sweaty as everyone else. That provoked another small smile, one that suggested an appreciation of the man which went a little beyond the professional. She waved him over to the small group, noting also Damian’s arrival and comments on the battle and the opposition they had faced.<br><br>“I’d say that they simply didn’t know what they were getting into,” Kari offered to Damian. “They let themselves be baited by the recon lance and out-ran their support. By the time they got to us, we already had the numbers and put them in a hard place to recover from.” She shrugged. “Does help that I have fantastic people under my command as well who did a fantastic job of pulling it all off” She gave another nod to Allia. “You did a great job there as well of pointing Strike lance in the right direction. Hell, that flanking move probably did more to win the battle then anything else”<br><br>“As for the salvage…” She looked around. “Let the surviving Crushers who have ‘Mechs go with them. It shows we’re not heartless bastards, which helps our rep. True, that leaves them with just the bashed-up <em>Banshee</em> and <em>Hammerhands,</em> but it’s something. Definitely make the <em>Calliope</em> a priority. It looks like we could either get it working again easily or at the very least get some resale out of it” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 02:14:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In his Spider in the village</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Kari Moreno (Defiance), Moshe Dayan (S'hot)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Ronin ran me back to the tarmac at the airfield.&nbsp; I saw some of the company congregated together, got as close to them as I safely could, and disembarked.<br><br>The cockpit was running hot from all the jumps Ronin was making, and I was drenched in sweat while wearing swimming trunks and a cooling vest.<br><br>I didn't wait to talk to Kari in private.&nbsp; This had to get straightened out now.&nbsp; In front of everyone.&nbsp; To make sure this doesn't happen again.&nbsp; I caught the last part of what she was saying, then responded to it.<br><br>"While we're working to keep up our rep, we should help out the village.&nbsp; It took some damage, but it shouldn't cost much to smooth things over with the locals.&nbsp; I just came from there after moving some debris and putting out fires.&nbsp; But I also saw something else."<br><br>I pulled out a datapad and showed them the images I took of the Blade that had its cockpit torn out, covered in blood and guts.&nbsp; The Crusher mechwarrior's corpse inside was looking unblinkingly into the sky from a disemboweled, limbless torso.<br><br>"This.&nbsp; This is unnecessary.&nbsp; And this makes us look bad.&nbsp; Real bad.&nbsp; Only S'hot could have done this.&nbsp; Where is Moshe?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 09:50:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>In the captured base</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Kari, Allia, Samson, Hiro</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>"Hm,"</strong> Damian wasn't nearly as positive as his captain, but he had to admit her assessment of Allia's performance was more than correct. Of course, this wouldn't be the first time the lieutenant had shone brightly at the helm of the Strike Lance. It seemed she had found her perfect niche. But, as always he kept his own praise to himself, convinced no one wanted to hear it from him anyway. He was more interested in Kari's decision on what to do with the two 'Mechs that were still upright. While they were damaged, and the Banshee had lost most of its valuable weaponry, they were still tremendously potent machines in a shape good enough to make a pretty penny.<br><br>Damian was of the opinion tht the Black Sun reputation was just fine, and this battle's salvage operation wasn't going to change any of that; but it was her call to make. <strong>"Good rep with some merc group that's probably not going to last 'till the end of the month isn't going to pay the bills, ma'am. But I'll make sure to inform the crew. As for the Calliope, I'll have it readied for inspection. Should do as a back-up,"</strong> he commented, always all business and no fun as he didn't seem at all inclined to partake in any friendly banter.<br><br>His gaze turned to Allia as she sat perched atop her 'Mech. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her do so. <strong>"One of these days you're going to slip and break your neck, lieutenant Rowe..."</strong> he commented, before his train of thought was interrupted by Hiro's approach. The Spider had done admirably, as always. The machine packed considerably more punch than one would expect.<br><br>Damian didn't need to see the datapad to know what kind of gore Hiro was referring to. His emerald eyes narrowed as they often did when he considered a given situation. The mention of Moshe had him scan the surroundings for the 'Mech that shouldn't be hard to miss at all, yet seemed to escape notice at the moment.<br><strong>"We're on a schedule. The villagers can see to the minor damage themselves,"</strong> he stated coldly. He was constantly with his nose in the numbers and every second spent not finding more work was one they weren't earning anything. He had taken it upon himself to make sure the Black Sun didn't go through a dark period like they had before, and keeping everyone well-equipped was vital to that. Bleeding heart scenarios weren't going to help his efforts at all. He did not comment on the dismembered pilot's body; because he didn't want to make it known that a part of him agreed with Hiro. Overkill was messy and it was always better to show restraint. Of course, doing so with Plasma weaponry and the like was somewhat more difficult...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 10:32:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br><strong>In the captured base.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>The quad trotted along at medium speed towards the base. Moshe felt a little sick. He had spent the last five minutes dragging the Sarath's giant paws along the sand and brush, trying to clean them of as good as he could. His hands were sticky with sweat but he could swear he could feel the smell of blood and charred flesh on them. Even with the worst grime and gore scraped off he knew he would have to spend hours cleaning out the claws and actuators of all kinds of... better not think about it now. There would be plenty of time for him to get sick later.<br><br>He closed in on the others who were already gathered around. There was a sting deep in his chest but he didn't really know why. Or perhaps he did know why. Adonai help him, the images of the downed blade flashed before him and he felt queasy again. <em>Shoots. Just calm down. Get yourself together. Faire la guerre and all that.</em> Still he couldn't shake it away. As he arrived at the others the Sarath hunched down like and obedient dog laying flat on the ground. He disconnected himself, almost ripping the neurohelmet and cooling vest. He was feeling suffocated, had to get out of the cockpit. Emerging didn't help at all, his nose being filled with that same charred smell he had just imagined before. He swung down from the low hanging head of S'hot, landed on weak legs and came down hard on one knee between its massive fore paws. He opened his mouth to give a feeble curse but no words came out.<br><br>He threw up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 21:44:40</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios Airfield<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari, Samson, Hiro, Moshe<br><br><hr><br><em>“Nice view from up there?</em>&nbsp; <br>Allia smiled, a bit of her hidden desire for Kari slipped through to her face at the question.&nbsp; <em>Of course the view is nice.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself feeling a need to be closer to the discussion.&nbsp; Deftly aware of all of the nooks and crannies on Gheistwulf's frame, Allia nimbly climbed down along her mech's torso until she was about three meters from the ground.&nbsp; Pushing off slightly as not to bounce off any of the protruding appendages, Allia landed firmly on her feet, bending her body to absorb the shock as her hand reached down to steady herself against the ground.&nbsp; As she stood, her smile never faltered as she walked up to Kari, Samson and Damian.<br><br><em>"I’d say that they simply didn’t know what they were getting into.&nbsp; They let themselves be baited by the recon lance and out-ran their support. By the time they got to us, we already had the numbers and put them in a hard place to recover from....Does help that I have fantastic people under my command as well who did a fantastic job of pulling it all off....You did a great job there as well of pointing Strike lance in the right direction. Hell, that flanking move probably did more to win the battle then anything else”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Allia blushed momentarily at the praise.&nbsp; She'd heard it a thousand times from Kari, but for some reason it never seemed to stop the flush from filling her cheeks.&nbsp; She simply smiled and shrugged as if to say '<em>just doing my job.'</em>&nbsp; <br><br><em>"One of these days you're going to slip and break your neck, lieutenant Rowe..."</em>&nbsp; She giggled slightly, the humor she felt in Damian's comment showing in her face.&nbsp; They'd known each other longer than anyone in the company so far and he knew that she never slipped. But that never stopped him from chiding her for her acrobatic games.&nbsp; <br><br>Her cheer and flush cheeks subsided quickly as Ronin charged up to the circle of mechs parked on the ramp.&nbsp; When he disembarked from his mech and headed towards Kari she could tell he was up in arms about something.&nbsp; She wondered how it must be for him to be fighting against his own people.&nbsp; He was upset at the way that Moshe had torn into the Blade.&nbsp; She didn't get a look at the photo he showed Kari, but from his reaction and his comments it couldn't be good.&nbsp; The sad part was that she had seen warriors like Moshe come and go.&nbsp; New to the strength of battlemechs, new to the idea of real combat and short on patience or skill.&nbsp; She'd have to work with him to change some things if Kari seriously wanted his Sarath in the Strike Lance.&nbsp; That kind of behavior and lack of restraint wouldn't be tolerated in her lance.<br><br>The sad thing was his behavior and his final display of his lack of experience on the battlefield didn't surprise Allia in the least.&nbsp; It was only a matter of time before he got himself or someone else killed and she'd be damned if that happened in her lance.&nbsp; Stepping up to Kari as everyone stepped back from Moshe's display,&nbsp; she stepped close enough that she was surrounded by the woman's scent of sweat and skin.&nbsp; "Are you sure you want him in Strike?&nbsp; I don't know if I can even train him like this."&nbsp; She shrugged as she slanted her head slightly to the side to show Kari she was at a loss with this one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 05:54:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/4/42/Gauntlet_OmniMech.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios</strong><br><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Allia, Kari, Open<br><br>Samson had never been much of a social being, talking only when he needed to and usually with short, to the point statements. Life on the run had helped with that and after joining this mercenary band, he figured it would continue. Still they always seemed to try and engage him some way. Hearing his nickname mentioned, he had glanced at Allia, shrugging his broad shoulders casually. It was only a few bruises from the tightness of his harness, nothing he hadn’t suffered countless times before. Rolling his shoulders, he had turned back to examine his mech when he felt the heavy step of the commander’s mech pulling up. Wondering if a scolding might be at hand for his inability to stay out of firing range, he turned halfway to glance towards the commander. Instead of a scolding, he seemed to be trying to beckon him to join her where she was conversing with Allia. <br><br>Acting like he hadn’t noticed, Samson stepped under the left arm of his Gauntlet, running his fingers along the blackened and battered armor for a moment, feeling for any serious cracks. Nodding, he moved his inspection towards what could be considered the elbow, peering at the tangle of wire tubing that hung there. Sure enough one was nearly melted in half, the other showing signs of damage as well. That would explain why he hadn’t been able to get any shots off. Taking the tubing in hand, he tugged a little before spitting on the ground, only imagining the time it might take to pull and rerun all of the melted wires.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 13:20:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>On the tarmac at the airfield</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Kari Moreno (Defiance), Moshe Dayan (S'hot), Allia Rowe (Gheistwulf), Damian Harper (Charybdis), Samson O’Haggen (The Bear), all others mentioned</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Damian didn't look at the data pad I had in my hand, but he still responded to my concerns.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"We're on a schedule. The villagers can see to the minor damage themselves."</em><br><br>As much as I wanted to address him, Moshe showed up.&nbsp; More proof of blood and gore was still on <em>S'hot</em>.&nbsp; I took a deep breath through my nose, shaking my head.&nbsp; I grabbed Moshe by his collar and pulled him up to his feet, then dragged him closer to the group.&nbsp; Along the way, I saw Samson checking out his mech.<br><br>"Let's go, Samson.&nbsp; Company meeting now."<br><br>Back with the Kari, Allia and Damian, I noticed that most of the company was missing.&nbsp; <br><br>Of Strike Lance, only our lieutenant, Allia was present along with me.&nbsp; I invited Samson and Everett headed up into the dropship.&nbsp; <br><br>Of Command Lance, Kari and Damien were there, but Marco and and Angeline weren't.&nbsp; <br><br>And all of Recon Lance was absent except for Moshe.<br><br>While I talked to our number crunching Clanner, I was really talking to everyone.<br><br>"Damian, this wasn't minor damage.&nbsp; This was an entire block full of houses set ablaze, along with a bloody mech in the middle of their streets.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, if we can't do much more, physically, at least we can help the villages out financially.&nbsp; I'm from the Draconis Combine, but I have no attachment to it civilians or its military.&nbsp; I'm talking strictly in terms of how everything affects our merc group, specifically and only.<br><br>"When it comes to unnecessary usage of force against combatants, like Moshe here did, and damaging civilian population centers, again like Moshe here did - these show us as being undisciplined.<br><br>"If that's our rep, then we don't get the big money contracts from more legitimate organizations.&nbsp; We end up getting stuck with nickel and dime stuff from less trustworthy groups.&nbsp; <br><br>"There's no point in being on a schedule if no one's going to hire us because of stuff he does."<br><br>I pointed at Moshe.<br><br>"If we're going to act this way even a little bit, we might as well go all in - ignoring surrender flags of enemies and using surrender flags for ambushes - in order to get us going in the short-term... but to spell out our doom long-term.<br><br>"We have to get Moshe's act together or get rid of him, and then we have to help that village to fix our rep so we get more get contracts."<br><br>I looked right at Damian for the next word I spoke.<br><br>"Quiaff?"<br><br>I turned to Kari and Allia.<br><br>"My suggestion is to put Moshe in Strike Lance.&nbsp; His skill set and his mech fit it better than my skills and my mech do.&nbsp; As long as Moshe has someone like Allia constantly telling him what to do and making sure he doesn't do anything else that hurts us, he should be fine.&nbsp; I can take his spot in Recon Lance since I can keep up with them better."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 15:02:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>On the tarmac at the airfield</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia, Damian, Moshe, Hiro</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><em>Everything at once,</em> Kari told herself as she took in the whirlwind of activity going on around her, everyone talking and offering their own opinion on the situation and what to do next. <em>Christ on a pogo stick, I have no idea how Dad did this for so long.</em><br><br>“Okay, one thing at a time,” She spoke up, looking over the assembled group. “First up, the Village.” Kari glanced over in the middle distance to the battlefield, columns of black smoke still rising from wrecked machinery and burning buildings. “We’re not the first Merc unit to fight our way through a civilian settlement, and we won’t be the last. Added to that, the Crushers and the Snakes, who were meant to be the ones defending the place, were also the ones taking the fight to the civilians. It’s not pleasant, but at the same time, we’re not responsible for them”<br><br>“However,” Kari continued. “As soon as I’m done here, I’m going straight to our AFFS liaison and seeing if we can get something for them. Hell, even if it’s supplies looted from the Snakes here, I’m going to get them something. That being said-“ She looked between Damian and Hiro. “I appreciate your concern, Hiro. And yes, I’d rather not have gone through the village either. However, at the same time, we cannot help everyone who is unfortunate enough to get in the way of a fight.”<br><br>“Now, to other matters…” She let out a small, exasperated sigh, before looking over her shoulders to one of the deserted offices on the airfield. “Allia, Moshe, with me. Now.” She turned, headed towards the office, expecting the pair of them to fall in step.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 15:41:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>In the captured base</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Kari, Allia, Samson, Hiro, Moshe</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian had fully expected a retort from Hiro, but their conversation was briefly interrupted by the tardy arrival of Moshe in his impressive 'Mech. For tall the promise he may show in terms of skills, he had a long way to go, and Damian was already considering talking to Kari on getting him replaced. He was a liability right now, even as far as a new addition went. He was pleased to see Hiro help the man up, but he still chimed in with his own admonishment.<br><strong>"You're a disgrace... Pick yourself up off the floor,"</strong> he commented strictly, his brow furrowed and his eyes gazing down at the man with pure indignation. The clanner wasn't going to be making friends with any of the new additions, either, that much was more than obvious.<br><br>His attention was drawn back to Hiro as he began his defense, but the tactical adviser wasn't inclined to agree.<br><strong>"You're wrong. Most of our employers don't care about what happens to the small villages outlining their holdings. We showed we can liberate facilities with next to no structural damage, and we respect the rules of war. It isn't our responsiblity to clean up every mess made in their names. If we had done significant damage, I would be inclined to agree, but this will not impact our reputation in the slightest,"</strong> Damian advocated dismissively, showing a very cold brand of pragmatism and an unwillingness to view the human element in it all.<br><strong>"You're also not making a case by implying any of us are going to go off the deep end and start massacres,"</strong> before the man could proceed, however, it seemed the captain was going to take the matter into her hands, and he immediately silenced himself. The decision was ultimately hers to make, and she knew what stance he would have on the matter. She'd known him long enough for that, so the need for more words was no longer there.<br><br>Damian wasn't fully pleased with the outcome, but he understood the captain's reasoning, and wasn't going to question her orders. <strong>"I'll talk to them... See what I can do. I'll set aside some extra funds for it from the private account too. We have some surplus there and it will send a better message than the faceless front-end forking over C-Bills,"</strong> Damian commented. It wouldn't be much, but on top of anything he could shake free from the AFFS, it would make for a boon.<br><br>He wondered what Kari was going to do about the issue of Moshe. He knew that her taking them separately wasn't a good sign, but he had no idea what it indicated. Moshe's 'Mech was a valuable piece of hardware, but if its pilot was useless, than what good was the hunk of metal?</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 15:52:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br><strong>In the captured base.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: KAri, Allia</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>He didn't particularly liked being hoisted up by his collar and instinctively swatted away at Hiro's hand as soon as he was stable enough to take his own steps. He knew damn well were the commander were and he didn't need leading there. He closed in on the others, wiping the corner of his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He didn't lift his eyes to meet anyone else's, feeling a streak of shame like a dog that knew he shouldn't have pissed on the carpet. He listened to the words being thrown at him but knew damn well not to protest, even though he didn't think they were fair. Deceptions like flying false flags were not the same as covering your escape. He felt an urge to bite off that finger pointed at him, but instead only wrinkled his nose. It was like he was back at juvie.<br><br>He straightened up as Kari picked him out together with Allia. Well here it was. The chewing out that he would actually care for. Nothing ill against Hiro, but he had a stick so far up him it was a wonder leaves didn't grow out of his ears and nose. The commander however could have him out on his nose by the end of the day. Also he had respect for her. She was just as fair as her father had been, and he had given him the chance when he was down on his luck. He followed after like an obedient animal, five paces behind and eyes still firmly fixed to the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 17:25:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>On the tarmac at the airfield</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Kari Moreno (Defiance), Damian Harper (Charybdis), Moshe Dayan (S'hot)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>I listened to Kari.<br><br><em>"Okay, one thing at a time.&nbsp; First up, the Village.&nbsp; We’re not the first Merc unit to fight our way through a civilian settlement, and we won’t be the last. Added to that, the Crushers and the Snakes, who were meant to be the ones defending the place, were also the ones taking the fight to the civilians. It’s not pleasant, but at the same time, we’re not responsible for them.&nbsp; However, as soon as I’m done here, I’m going straight to our AFFS liaison and seeing if we can get something for them. Hell, even if it’s supplies looted from the Snakes here, I’m going to get them something. That being said, I appreciate your concern, Hiro. And yes, I’d rather not have gone through the village either. However, at the same time, we cannot help everyone who is unfortunate enough to get in the way of a fight."</em><br><br>And to Damian.<br><br><em>"You're wrong.&nbsp; Most of our employers don't care about what happens to the small villages outlining their holdings.&nbsp; We showed we can liberate facilities with next to no structural damage, and we respect the rules of war.&nbsp; It isn't our responsibility to clean up every mess made in their names.&nbsp; If we had done significant damage, I would be inclined to agree, but this will not impact our reputation in the slightest."</em><br><br>At least Moshe knew to keep take it.&nbsp; Hopefully he would learn from it, too.<br>&nbsp;<br>I raised an eyebrow at Damian.<br><br>"One of our own burned down the homes of a bunch of families.&nbsp; Sounds like significant damage to me.&nbsp; It's only a matter of time before news reports start blasting us, and maybe some civilians recorded Moshe flaming those houses and ripping up a Crusher mechwarrior.&nbsp; Sounds like that could affect our reputation.&nbsp; Whatever the case, Damian, I do hope I'm wrong, and I do hope you're right.&nbsp; I hope it doesn't affect our rep.&nbsp; I hope it doesn't get in the way of what we all want - a big payday."<br><br>As Kari walked away with Moshe and Allia, I wish I handled everything differently somehow.&nbsp; I pulled the same stunts as Moshe not too long ago - getting caught up in the heat of the moment, going into overkill, and being foolish in terms of doing unnecessary damage.&nbsp; I'd have to make things right with him.&nbsp; Same with Allia and Kari - maybe I should have talked to them individually, instead of being so confrontational about it in front of other members of the company.<br><br>It was just Damian and me.<br><br>"Well, at least it was a win.&nbsp; No casualties, little damage.&nbsp; Time to get paid.&nbsp; I'd apologize for dampening the mood, but... you don't have moods, quiaff?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 01:57:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios Airfield<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari, Samson, Hiro, Moshe<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Allia listened to the back and forth between Hiro and the rest of the company.&nbsp; Having lived through a number of attacks, and counter attacks being on a high value target planet that had changed hands many times over the years; reputation meant very little.&nbsp; Allia knew that regardless of their reputation Merc units and House units didn't care much for the damage they did to the planets they attacked or defended unless they were a part of the planets population.&nbsp; Allia had seen enough destruction through the years to know nothing they did to make amends to the population was going to make a hill of beans in the mind of the people caught in the middle.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Now, to other matters…Allia, Moshe, with me. Now."</em>&nbsp; This was the point Allia was wishing she'd kept her mouth shut regarding Moshe until they were in a private venue.&nbsp; Allia let her frustration with the situation show in her posture as she turned and followed close to Kari.&nbsp; She accepted that the boys mech was useful and capable, but his lack of skill and control was not something she was willing to put up with on the battlefield.&nbsp; She had an idea were Kari was heading with this and as usual she would accept the task, but not without some sort of resistance.&nbsp; She tried her best to keep her face as stone solid, to hide any feelings or thoughts her face might betray.&nbsp; She didn't need Kari pissed a her, especially after the day they had.&nbsp; <br><br>Allia followed Kari into the deserted office, taking up a position against a wall where she could see both Kari and Moshe without too much trouble, but still be able to lean against the wall to hide her uneasiness with the situation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 14:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In an office, on the airfield</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia, Moshe </strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Moshe was in trouble. Kari knew it, and she was pretty sure he knew it as well. Furthermore, with what had happened, she was pretty sure that everyone on the ground knew it, and news would spread pretty fast in the unit. None of that made what she had to say any easier, but at the very least, the office offered him, her and Allia a hint of privacy.<br><br>“I’m not going to mess about here,” She began, her tone strict but controlled. “What you did out there was unacceptable, Moshe. You laid into those tanks after the Crushers had surrendered, and didn’t give them a chance to surrender themselves. It looks like we used a flag of surrender to ambush our opponents, something that gives us a bad rep, no matter what. Anyone who hears about this is going to reconsider hiring us, and anyone we fight is not going to want to surrender or risk a withdrawal, thinking that we’re going to just gun them down. You ripped up a MechWarrior who had bailed out… there’s no excuse for that, and you know it.”<br><br>“And then you threw up,” She continued. “I’m praying to god that was because you were sickened by your own actions, because that’s how I felt too. You were way over the line there, and I should fire you on the spot. I know a lot of commanders who would.”<br><br>“But-“ Kari let the word hang in the air. “My father hired you, and he had faith in you, Moshe. You’re actually a good MechWarrior, and you have a good ‘Mech too. This is your first, grade A-1 screwup on my watch, so a part of me wants to be lenient on you, in spite of the damage you might have done.”<br><br>She nodded to Allia. “I had been considering reshuffling the command, putting you in Strike Lance. With Angeline opting out at a moment’s notice, I also have a spot in the command lance, but frankly, that’s not going to suit your ‘Mech nearly as well. However, at the same time, I’m not going to force you on Allia if she doesn’t want to take you after today.”<br><br>Kari walked over to the female lieutenant. “Just because I’m the boss doesn’t mean I’m a total tyrant. The transfer to the Strike Lance is still on the table, but only if you want him. Keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t run off and pull any crap like he just did, and see if he’s worth keeping. However, if you don’t want him – and I can understand fully – then I’ll take him.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 14:45:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>In the captured base</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Hiro</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian wasn't keen on idle chitchat. He was already going a bit stir-crazy and the battle had only just been fought; and won. Hiro was right, however, that day had been a good one. Little to no damage, no casualties, their targets reached without any real problems. It felt good when things went well. But the clanner wasn't going to let the former Combine know that, lest he get the idea Damian didn't think they could all use improving. The Freeborn walked over to Charybdis, which still rested right by them, and let his gloved hand trace a scratch along the armor of its lower shin. It had most likely been caused by stray fire and was little more than cosmetic, but any blemish on his beloved machine always irked him. The thing had saved his life more times than he could count, primarily by taking more punishment than a Ha Otoko should be able to. In gratitude, he made sure to keep it polished and tidy.<br><br>He did not turn to face Hiro as the man spoke, though he did raise his voice enough to ensure it would carry all the way.<br><strong>"No. Most say I have only one mood. Rotten,"</strong> he stated grimly before about-facing and leaning back against the veteran 'Mech. Hands found their way into the pockets of his suit and, through narrowed eyes, Damian's vision settled upon the Spider's Warrior.<br><strong>"You keep using that word. Don't. Quiaff?"</strong> he added, proceeding before the man could give a reply. <strong>"Is a paycheck all you're here for?"</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 07:17:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/4/42/Gauntlet_OmniMech.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios</strong><br><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Samson glanced over his shoulder, noticing the mild quarrel between Damien and Hiro. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to his mech, tracing the wiring back into the chamber of the Thunderbolt. Pausing a moment, he studied connection before finally shrugging. Electrical work had never really found a grasp with him. Heck, he could count on both hands the number of times he had nearly electrocuted himself trying to work the wiring back into place. Deciding to just leave it alone for now, he circled to find the latch for the firing chamber, rubbing off soot as best he could, some of the metal warped and melted from the heat of the impact. Rubbing his bald head for a moment, streak of black left from his dirty fingers, he pried open the hatch, peeking inside to check the condition of the loaded rocket. Pleased to find it had been well protected in its housing, he worked the hatch closed and secured it once more. Looking up, he battled the Thunderbolt, his voice low. “Don’t you worry Bear, you’ll be spitting fire again soon.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 22:56:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios Airfield<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari, Moshe<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><em> “I had been considering reshuffling the command, putting you in Strike Lance. With Angeline opting out at a moment’s notice, I also have a spot in the command lance, but frankly, that’s not going to suit your ‘Mech nearly as well. However, at the same time, I’m not going to force you on Allia if she doesn’t want to take you after today.&nbsp; <br><br>Allia listened as Kari berated Moshe for his actions.&nbsp; She leaned quietly against the wall, half cleaning pink cracked nail polish from her hand and half watching Moshe out of the corner of her eye.&nbsp; The boy was obviously very ashamed of what he had done and his previous vomit explosion was either a great act, or a true expression of his disgust with what he had done, Kari couldn't tell just yet.&nbsp; She'd only seen Moshe in training and running with the Recon Lance.&nbsp; She'd heard a lot about his lack of discipline and his tendency to run off on his own.&nbsp; Allia found she not only secretly desired their commanding officer, she now respected Kari more for not simply telling her to take Moshe.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Just because I’m the boss doesn’t mean I’m a total tyrant. The transfer to the Strike Lance is still on the table, but only if you want him. Keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t run off and pull any crap like he just did, and see if he’s worth keeping. However, if you don’t want him – and I can understand fully – then I’ll take him.” </em><br><br>When Kari moved over to her, she felt a tingle run through her body as she grew closer.&nbsp; She shifted her attention to Moshe to hide what was going through her body.&nbsp; "To be fair to Moshe, I pressed the tanks to see if they were going to surrender.&nbsp; When they targeted us, I made the call to end them."&nbsp; She walked over to Moshe making sure she was in sight of the young man.&nbsp; "But that doesn't excuse the lack of control you showed on the field."&nbsp; Allia turned back to Kari.&nbsp; "I'll admit Moshe fits Strike better than Hiro does.&nbsp; But Hiro follows orders and works with the unit.&nbsp; We have to be able to move in tandem and use our speed and agility to break our opponents.&nbsp; We can't have an unreliable pilot who doesn't know how to control himself."&nbsp; Turning to sit on the desk so she could see Moshe better and still see Kari.<br><br>"I have two requirements.&nbsp; One, if he screws up he's gone.&nbsp; He listens to me and follows my orders.&nbsp; I don't care what we do with him, but if this happens again I don't want him in the field.&nbsp; Two, we need to replace those flamers and the plasma rifle with something more potent for ranged fighting.&nbsp; Being on Strike we have to hit hard and fast.&nbsp; Flamers and plasma have very little effect on Mechs unless you get right up on them."<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 16:01:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>On the tarmac at the airfield</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Damian Harper (Charybdis)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><em>"No.&nbsp; Most say I have only one mood. Rotten.&nbsp; You keep using that word. Don't.&nbsp; Quiaff?&nbsp; Is a paycheck all you're here for?"</em><br><br>I kind of frowned when Damian admonished me.&nbsp; Here I was, trying to connect with him, but he was shooting me down.&nbsp; Still, I didn't want to let it affect me.<br><br>"You're not so bad, mood-wise.&nbsp; And when the ordnance starts flying, you're an exceptionally fine human being.&nbsp; Yeah, the paycheck is what I'm here for, along with the relative amount freedom in the lifestyle of a mercenary without the politics.&nbsp; Why, what about you, Damian?&nbsp; What are you here for?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 16:19:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In an office, on the airfield</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia, Moshe </strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Kari had made her case, and then listened to what Allia had to say in reply. The truth was that she didn’t want to turf Moshe over this one incident, but at the same time, she wasn’t going to make her lieutenant do anything she wasn’t going to be comfortable with, and that included taking someone under her command that she was going to have a problem with. So when she agreed to take him, albeit under conditions, Kari was (very quietly) relived.<br><br>“Both seem entirely fair to me,” Kari nodded. “The <em>Sarath’s</em> an Omni, so refitting the weapons won’t be too hard. The Plasma is a good anti-Tank weapon; personally I’d like to keep it, but I can also see your point. Second one, however, is very true.”<br><br>She turned back to Moshe. “We’re both on the same page here,” Kari explained. “You screw up once more, and you’re out. No excuses, no nothing. What happened today is unforgivable, yes, but it’s also a first time for you as well. I know there was a lot of confusion out there, and I know that the Snakes didn’t make their intent entirely clear, so I am willing to be leinant in light of that. Now Lieutenant Rowe and I are giving you a second chance here. Don’t mess it up.”<br><br>Kari gave him a moment to say anything he wanted to, before continuing. “Go clean yourself up, MechWarrior. Dismissed.” Her words weren’t angry or unkind, but at the same time, not exactly overflowing with support either. It was hard to be neutral at a time like this.<br><br>Once he was gone, she relaxed a little, turning to Allia. “Thanks for that.” Kari offered, a little relief in her voice. “Hey, when we get back on the ship, I’d like to have a chat. Nothing bad, just… stuff.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 19:13:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>In the captured base</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Hiro</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian's furrowed brow remained when he heard his teammate's response. Hiro was an odd one; to say the least. Rarely had he heard anyone refer to someone else as an "exceptionally fine human being". He wasn't entirely sure whether to take it as a compliment, but he chose to simply ignore the comment for now. The clanner was genuinely surprised to find that money really was the only driving force between the person in the company that seemed to have the biggest conscience of them all. Greed and guilt made for a terribly lethal cocktail; one that most often resulted in disaster for whoever was subjected to it. But, that was conjecture. Despite his long-standing membership, and the fact that Hiro wasn't exactly a newcomer, he didn't actually know the man well. He knew exactly what each of them was capable of in a 'Mech, though. After all, he had to to be able to do his job. But naturally, that didn't paint a complete picture of an individual. Unfortunately for anyone trying to connect with the former Sea Fox merchant-warrior, he didn't really care.<br><br><strong>"Hm,"</strong> was his initial verbal reply, and he quickly avoided responding to the man's question by changing the subject. <strong>"Why did you join Black Sun?"</strong> he asked next, not moving from his spot by Charybdis.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 20:04:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>On the tarmac at the airfield</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Damian Harper (Charybdis), Kari Moreno (Defiance), Allia Rowe (Gheistwulf)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>I narrowed my eyes at Damian, noticing the evasion.&nbsp; Still, I answered his question.&nbsp; Couldn't believe he was actually chatting me up.<br><br>"I could have joined another merc group, something bigger and more established, with a better rep and more support.&nbsp; But there was something about Kari and Allia.&nbsp; They work well together and know how to lead.<br><br>"Knowing that Kari was going to be in charge of the company and Allia in charge of the lance I was in gave me a sense of comfort that went along with my need for freedom from politics within a regiment.&nbsp; I bet they're handling the Moshe situation real well as we speak, reprimanding Moshe but giving him a chance to correct his ways.<br><br>"All that, and they both look real good in their jumpsuits, especially drenched in sweat after a battle.&nbsp; You saw that, right?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 00:52:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>Back on the airfield, and beyond</strong><br><strong>Tagged: All</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>After raking Moshe over the coals, dealing with the AFFS liaison was relatively easy for Kari. He’d agreed with the idea of leaving supplies for the villagers, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but note that he seemed almost too enthusiastic about the idea. A part of her was worried that he had more then the villagers’ well being in mind, and that some weapons might ‘accidentally’ make their way into their hands. <em>Or I could just be reading too much into this,</em> she added.<br><br>The skies over the airfield roared as the <em>Dark Star</em> descended, the massive dropship landing square in the middle of the captured facility. “All right, everyone!” Kari called out over her personal communicator, keyed into the company’s command frequency. “The Dracs are going to be sending more troops and fighters this way. We’ve done what we needed to and gotten our share of the take, so we are out of here”. The Feds would be doing the same shortly as well, with both groups getting off the world and back to their transports.<br><br>Within minutes, the Black Suns were back on the dropship, their ‘Mechs secured for transport and the MechWarriors ready for launch. The craft lifted off, leaving the battlefield and the world behind, burning for its jumpship rendezvous, itself still a few days away. Its passengers, for their part, were now free to spend their time until then in whatever way they saw fit.<br><br>Kari, on the other hand, was headed straight for her office/bunkroom. <em>All work is the life of the CO,</em> she considered as she looked over reports while waiting for Allia<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 23:37:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpsamsonohaggen_zps61e9a24a.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>He was not a fan of space travel, a fear that he kept hidden for the sake of not being made a laughing stock at such an odd fear. His first travels after escaping Arluna had been hell on him, experiences that had stuck with him ever since. Unclenching his jaw, he eased himself out of his restraints, rubbing his left shoulder slightly to try and ease some of the residual pain that lingered there. Apparently he had taken more of a beating that he had originally expected. Peeking under his shirt, he gazed at the darkening line along his shoulder and bicep. Shaking his head, he stretched out his arm again, groaning slightly as he headed off towards the mess. Gathering up a tray of food, he finds and empty seat, settling his bulky frame down before setting into his meal. He tended to eat hunched over his plate, his gaze down so that he could eat in peace.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 03:33:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dark Star Dropship<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari, Samson<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><em> “Thanks for that. Hey, when we get back on the ship, I’d like to have a chat. Nothing bad, just… stuff.”</em><br><br>Allia watched Moshe leave the office, headed back to the circle of mechs on the tarmac.&nbsp; Kari's admonishment of his activities and her agreement with her assessment of the situation relieved her.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how much Kari respected her judgement, but the way she dealt with Moshe cemented her understanding of the companies CO and her leadership style.&nbsp; It was nice to know Kari was as much her father as she was her own person.&nbsp; She smiled softly to Kari, indicating she was happy to help.&nbsp; Everyone knew that Allia wasn't generally very outspoken person, but she also knew that when push came to shove she could be as forceful as she needed to be to get the job done.<br><br>Walking back out to the Tarmac, the sight of the Dark Star descending not far from the circle of mechs always seemed to inspire awe in Allia.&nbsp; The sheer size and scope of the ships they lived and worked on always impressed her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Once the mechs were loaded in the Dark Star's hold, Allia spent a few minutes going over the damage assessment with the technicians before retiring to the crew parts of the ship.&nbsp; She caught a glimpse of Samson in the mess hall and thought about grabbing some food and joining him, but thought better of it as she saw him hunch down over his food as if he wanted to eat in peace.&nbsp; Grabbing a handful of grapes, a banana and a bottle of water from the counter she walked back out into the corridor.&nbsp; <br><br>Wandering aimlessly through the ship, lost in her thoughts of the days activity she suddenly found her self outside the door to Kari's stateroom.&nbsp; Hesitating for a minute, uncertain if she could mask her feelings she reluctantly knocked on the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 09:52:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>In the captured base</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Hiro</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">The subject of Moshe didn't seem to improve Damian's mood any. It caused him to scoff once and shake his head. <strong>"She will be diplomatic about it. We shouldn't waste time and money on a failure like him. Kick him out and replace him with someone who doesn't lose their head; we'll be better for it,"</strong> the exceedingly grumpy clanner proclaimed, clearly not one for beating around the bush. He had seen the bloody mess of a battle that had almost entirely destroyed the Black Sun years prior. He didn't want to experience a repeat of that, as he had survived by the skin of his teeth and no close call had ever hit his mortality over the head like that one had.<br><strong>"What they look like is inconsequential,"</strong> Damian commented next, as he noticed Kari and Allia returning from the corner of his eyes. He stood up properly in the presence of a superior officer, but still added a final remark. <strong>"They should be keeping their suits closed until we're off this rock. But common sense seems lacking sometimes,"</strong> with that, he just suddenly ended the conversation, and returned to his seat in Charybdis to begin with boarding procedures. He needed a good, long shower, before anything else.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br>Dark Star Dropship<br>Tagged: Open<br><br>With his unique Ha Otoko stowed away properly, and technicians informed of the damage done to the left Mech Mortar and armored plating, Damian found himself free to do as he saw fit. His first instinct was to go over some of the battle's details with Kari, but something in the way his CO departed the hangar told him to leave her be; at least for now. He had more than enough work to attend to himself, either way.<br><br>The advantages of knowing how to turn most ventures into something lucrative were numerous, and it showed in the fact that Damian's personal quarters, while no bigger than that of anyone else on the command staff, had far more pieces of somewhat more expensive furniture littering it. Very few people on the ship had ever seen it, and so precious few could commend on the whole array of clan sports memorabilia scattered all over the premises. Not in a talkative mood, the former clanner ignored most requests from crewmembers along the way, telling them to, instead, wait for the full report for their questions to be answered on the matter of the mission. All they needed to know that it had gone as well as could be hoped for.<br><br>A shower and an apple later, and he sat refreshed in his personal office a few decks lower on the vessel. He tended to seclude himself when he ran the numbers, almost obsessive in the way he worked through the complex tasks. It would take some time for him to make up the balance, especially considering diagnostic reports from the technicians were still forthcoming. But, before too long, Kari would have a neat and proper overview, as well as whether or not they actually managed to make a few credits.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 16:25:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Kari had passably cleaned herself up and changed into a simple sleeveless top and combat pants, allowing herself whole moments to relax before she started work. That in turn was interrupted by the knock on the door, but it wasn’t an unwelcome interruption either. <em>Anything that puts it off a little longer,</em> she joked to herself before answering it, smiling warmly as she saw Allia there. Letting her lieutenant in, she closed the door behind her before resuming her chair.<br><br>“Have a seat,” She offered. “There’s the bunk or, well, the desk. Even the boss doesn’t get much room to call her own,” a laugh came with that admission before she continued. “Seriously though, I wanted to thank you so much for today. First up you manage to pull off that amazing sweep and nail the Crushers perfectly, snaring them between our lances. You’re a great leader, you know, and are fantastic at getting the best out of your men.”<br><br>“Also, thanks again for agreeing to handle Moshe,” She continued. “It wasn’t an easy call, and I didn’t want to put the pressure on you either. But, again, I think you’d be the best at getting him into shape, and not just because his ‘Mech matches your lance.”<br><br>Kari gave a shrug. “I wasn’t ready for Dad’s death; I mean, I don’t think anyone ever really is for that sort of thing, but at the same time, I was way too young and certainly not as prepared as I could have been.” She gave a shake of her hair, firey locks tumbling down around her. “Hell, I know I had shirked off duties and responsibilities in past while running off and doing other crazy things” She held out one elaborately tattooed arm, as if using it as proof.<br><br>“I know I couldn’t have made it this far without good people supporting me,” She continued. “And you’re pretty much top of that list.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 23:24:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dark Star Dropship<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari, Samson<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><em> “Seriously though, I wanted to thank you so much for today. First up you manage to pull off that amazing sweep and nail the Crushers perfectly, snaring them between our lances. You’re a great leader, you know, and are fantastic at getting the best out of your men....Also, thanks again for agreeing to handle Moshe, It wasn’t an easy call, and I didn’t want to put the pressure on you either. But, again, I think you’d be the best at getting him into shape, and not just because his ‘Mech matches your lance.&nbsp; I wasn’t ready for Dad’s death; I mean, I don’t think anyone ever really is for that sort of thing, but at the same time, I was way too young and certainly not as prepared as I could have been.&nbsp; Hell, I know I had shirked off duties and responsibilities in past while running off and doing other crazy things....I know I couldn’t have made it this far without good people supporting me, and you’re pretty much top of that list.”</em><br><br>Allia gave Kari a soft smile as she opened the door.&nbsp; It dawned on her that she hadn't gone back to her small room and changed or showered before coming, but hoped that Kari wouldn't notice.&nbsp; Her reddish pink hair up in a pony tail hanging off the back of her shoulders must have dried by now from the heat in her cockpit.&nbsp; Allia looked around the room, accepting that the commander's room wasn't much larger than hers, she sat down on the edge of Kari's bunk so she could be across the room from Kari.&nbsp; <br><br>Listening intently to Kari's praise and thanks for what had happened today, Allia couldn't help but blush.&nbsp; She felt her body start to tingle with the blush and fought helplessly to hide the change in her face.&nbsp; As Kari tossed her wavy red hair around and showed off her heavily tattooed arms, Allia found it harder and harder to hide what she was feeling.&nbsp; And it didn't help that Kari was lavishing praise after praise on her in a way that simply made Allia feel like she couldn't possibly deserve all of the praise.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally taking her eyes from the intricate pattern of images on Kari's arm she looked up to catch Kari's eyes.&nbsp; With shy flirty tilt to her head and a twist of a smile on her lips she replied.&nbsp; "Well I'm not sure I deserve all of your praise, but I'm glad to see that I've made a valuable impact on the Suns."&nbsp; Her eyes traveled around the room for a moment, trying to take her attention off Kari.&nbsp; "I know how hard it is to live up to the expectations of our fathers.&nbsp; Mine wasn't too happy I wanted to leave Hesperus and find work with Mercs, but in the end he knows this is where I belong."&nbsp; She said with a sparkle in her eyes.&nbsp; "Just as I'm sure you're father is proud of you wherever he is watching you from."&nbsp; <br><br>Allia slowly reached across the space between them and laid a hand softly on Kari's knee.&nbsp; "And don't worry about me supporting you in regards to Moshe.&nbsp; I'm always here to support you no matter what.&nbsp; I'm not going to kiss your ass, unless you want me too..."&nbsp; She couldn't help but smile as the comment escaped her mouth.&nbsp; "I know your father put some sort of faith in that kid, and I know it was a hard choice for you to let him run his mech in the unit.&nbsp; His problem is he hasn't been trained."&nbsp; Leaning back on the bunk, she continued.&nbsp; "I'm just glad you supported my terms.&nbsp; I did that more to see how much latitude you'd give me.&nbsp; And you didn't disappoint.&nbsp; Her smile grew.&nbsp; "I just hope I can do something with him.&nbsp; This rage issue of his might be too much to overcome."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 20:29:28</strong>
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				<strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br><em>Dark Star</em> Dropship<br>Deneb Algedi System<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>By the time Everett got out of his shower and dressed again, the unit had finished mopping up the base and returned to the dropship for lifting off. Something was up, though, he could tell - Moshe was walking on eggshells, rather atypically for the man, and something had Kari on edge in the brief window before she shut herself up in her cabin. Everyone else had a uneasy tinge to their usual victory elation as well, except for Damien - but then, the Clansman was the closest thing Everett had ever met to a genuine robot, he didn't seem to react strongly to anything. Something must have happened after he left...but if it turned out to be his business, someone would tell him about it.<br><br>In the meantime, he had a project. Down in the Dropship's mess hall, he had taken over two tables, pushed them adjacent to each other and spread out an exploded schematic diagram of his <em>Blitzkreig</em> across the top with a heaped pile of assorted snacks off to one side and a sketchpad in his lap. This wasn't the first time he had been mission-killed by the loss of his main gun; the ridiculous firepower it boasted was too much to lose entirely, but he needed a secondary or two, and the BZT-3F wasn't an Omnimech with easy customizations at hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 14:12:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>“kiss my ass?” Kari laughed. “If anything, Allia, I feel like I should be kissing yours. You’ve been doing a fantastic job, really. I mean, all of you have… I know that Damien can be a bit of a tightass sometimes, but he’s done a great job of keeping the unit’s finances in shape. Marco has that ‘massive wall of metal’ thing going as well, which means that he’s a nicely intimidating presence on the battlefield. And Hiro, well, every now and then it’s actually good to have someone who will say what’s honourable and decent rather then just expedient”<br><br>She wanted to say something a moment, but let it slip, instead having another laugh at a private mental image.<br><br>“And hell, Allia, I’m glad as anything that you didn’t do what your father wanted,” She continued. “I mean, after all, that means my father wouldn’t have ever hired you, I wouldn’t have met you and I wouldn’t have you here to look after things, keep the unit going and stop me from doing something stupid or the like. So I’d say that it was a win all round, wouldn’t you?” <br><br>Kari smiled at the pink-haired lieutenant. “I’m sure that Moshe will be fine, simply because I know I can rely on you,” She explained. “He’s got problems, true, but I figure that if anyone can get him pointed in the right direction, you’re gonna be the one to do it.” She raised a little eyebrow at Allia’s surprisingly intimate touch, not concerned but maybe curious as to her intent.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 16:21:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari<br><br><em>“kiss my ass? ...If anything, Allia, I feel like I should be kissing yours.</em><br><br>Allia let a mischievous grin slip over her face as Kari mentioned the attention.&nbsp; Allia couldn't help be try to imagine the image.&nbsp; Kari's perfectly chiseled ass bared expectantly for Allia's pink lip glossed lips.&nbsp; Her grin grew at the image.&nbsp; She listened to Kari praise her for everything that's happened in the past few years.&nbsp; Allia thought it was strange that this was the first time that Kari had really taken the time to really tell her how she felt about the way things turned out.&nbsp; It was everything Allia could do to keep from blushing even more than she already was.<br><br><em>So I’d say that it was a win all round, wouldn’t you?”</em>&nbsp; Allia couldn't help but nod.&nbsp; Damien and Allia had done a lot over the past few years to keep Kari's ass out of the fire.&nbsp; There it was again...thoughts about her ass.&nbsp; Allia shook her head.&nbsp; <br><br><em>He’s got problems, true, but I figure that if anyone can get him pointed in the right direction, you’re gonna be the one to do it.”</em>&nbsp; She used Kari's observations about Moshe to cover her dirty thoughts.&nbsp; "I'm not sure what I'll be able to do with him." Leaning back on the bunk across from Kari, she unconsciously unbuttoned the flap on her body suit, letting the side hang free, revealing her neck and the top of her medium sized cleavage.&nbsp; Running her hands over her face and back through her hair she groaned with frustration.&nbsp; "Just thinking about him gets me worked up.&nbsp; I wouldn't even know where to start.&nbsp; You lavish me with all of this praise and all of these kind words, but in reality....."&nbsp; She looked over at Kari, catching her eyes.&nbsp; The dark orbs pulling her in while her full red lips hook her and capture her.&nbsp; "Half the time I don't even think about what I'm doing out there.&nbsp; It just comes to me, and I have no idea how to teach that to someone else."&nbsp; She sighed, closing her eyes to focus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 23:22:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In the <em>Dark Star</em></strong><br><strong>Tagged: Damian Harper (Charybdis), Samson O'Haggen (The Bear), Everett Fletcher Yoshikawa (Butterfly), Kari Moreno (Defiance), Allia Rowe (Gheistwulf), Moshe Dayan (S'hot) </strong><br><hr><br><strong>Trutzburg-Class Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Back on the ship, I ran into Damian.<br><br>"Hey, so, what's going on with the village?&nbsp; Did Kari come through with the supplies?&nbsp; And what's happenin with Moshe?&nbsp; Is he still part of the company and did he get re-assigned to a different lan-"<br><br>I'm surprised I got that far with my line of questioning, but it ended up with a typical response of waiting for the full report for my questions to be answered on the matter of the mission.&nbsp; Damian was good at coming up with solutions to problems, but not so much when it came to providing answers to questions.<br><br>I headed straight to the showers as soon as I could after that, just to wash the the smell of battle off of me.&nbsp; In the heat of the moment, I didn't even notice being drenched in sweat.&nbsp; But after a battle was done, I wanted to be as normal as possible.&nbsp; I was there for a while, letting the hot water hit me, but somehow couldn't cleanse myself of what I saw in the village.&nbsp; Moshe would be dealt with, and I was sure it would get done right by the combination of Kari and Allia together.<br><br>Mmm, Kari and Allia together.&nbsp; Yeah, that's an image that would distract me from... what was I thinking about again?<br><br>No matter.&nbsp; I ended the shower early, content to feel this more carnal kind of arousal now that the adrenaline rush of a battle rage was over.<br><br>I was starving, so I headed to the mess hall, next.&nbsp; Samson was there, sitting by his lonesome as usual.&nbsp; I got the sense that everyone, even the platoon of battle armor grunts, who were mostly his stature and build, and who were gutsy enough to take on 'Mechs wearing nothing but a one-ton suit, gave him a wide margin.<br><br>Not me.&nbsp; I went right up to him and patted him on the left shoulder, not particularly gently.<br><br>"I'm going to help you out, Samson.&nbsp; Watch and learn."<br><br>I gave him a wink, strolled past the battle armor guys talking a bit of good natured smack at them, then joined a table of cute, female technicians.&nbsp; I was always good to them, treating them as equals in terms of occupation and gender - some Mechwarriors had egos and some males still considered females inferior with engineering stuff.&nbsp; I told them about the damage to Samson's Thunderbolt launcher, and they assured me they'd take care of it.&nbsp; They even gave Samson a wave and a smile.<br><br>Everett, meanwhile, had taken over a couple of tables and was looking through schematics of his mech.&nbsp; It actually started to draw a bit of a crowd surrounding him, including the trio of female Mechwarriors making up Recon Lance.&nbsp; He seemed pretty focused on his task, and it wasn't until I addressed him that he seemed to become aware of his surroundings.<br><br>"Bad news, man.&nbsp; Looks like Team Combine is going to be on hiatus.&nbsp; I'm getting the impression they're splitting us up, and that Moshe will be in Strike Lance with you, Allia and Samson."&nbsp; I increased the volume of my voice so the Recon Lance pilots could hear.&nbsp; "Which means I'll end up being in Recon Lance."<br><br>I went up to the three ladies, my new lance-mates.&nbsp; "I may not be as crazy as Moshe, but at least I can keep up with the pace you set.&nbsp; So, who's giving the orders around here?"<br><br>One of them responded, "Your wish is our command, Hiro."<br><br>Nice.&nbsp; I could get used to this.<br><br>Still, I wanted to make sure, so instead of waiting for some report, I headed straight to the room of the boss.<br><br>At her door, I thought I heard her talking.&nbsp; I think I even heard my name.&nbsp; But then I heard the voice of another female.&nbsp; Was that, Allia?&nbsp; My eyes widened as a smile crossed my mouth.&nbsp; Instead of knocking, I pressed my ear to the door, wondering if I could hear what they were talking about... or what they were doing.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 16:01:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Kari glanced sideways at Allia as she lay back, unzipping part of her top. “If you really want to know, I feel like that myself a lot of the time. I know I was unprepared for command, and there are moments that I’m worried that I’m going to miss something obvious and get us all killed. At the same time, I also know I have good people under me to keep me pointed in the right direction.” She smiled again. “Of course, you tell anyone that, and I’ll kill you,” Kari added with a laugh.<br><br>“Moshe’s a handful, but I think that he’ll be fine,” She continued. “Besides, I think that we want to keep hum around, if only to be a battle armour taxi. His <em>Sarath’s</em> good for that, at least.” She shrugged. “As for Damien and Hiro, personally I think the pair of them should just get a room and get it on already. I’d solve a lot. And personally, I wouldn’t mind it.” Kari laughed again. “Okay, don’t mention that one to them either.”<br><br>She sat back in her chair, still looking at Allia. “So anything else on your mind? Anything else you wanna get off your chest? And no, I’m not just fishing around for excuses not to get on with the paperwork”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 03:50:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari<br><br><em> “Of course, you tell anyone that, and I’ll kill you,”</em><br><br>Allia laughed at the comment.&nbsp; There were days she knew that Kari could seriously kick her ass if she wanted to, and other days were she wasn't too sure.&nbsp; Some how she got the impression today was not one of those days.&nbsp; She looked across the room at her commanding officer.&nbsp; Right now it felt like they were friends, close friends who'd been through a lot together rather than colleagues.&nbsp; Allia relaxed more, keeping her gaze on Kari's eyes as the fiery woman talked.&nbsp; <br><br><em>As for Damien and Hiro, personally I think the pair of them should just get a room and get it on already. I’d solve a lot. And personally, I wouldn’t mind it. Okay, don’t mention that one to them either.”</em><br><br>She was right, that imagery was rather.....odd!&nbsp; Having slept with Damien a number of times over the past few years she had a fairly good image in her mind what him and Hiro would look like.&nbsp; Not that Allia ever thought anything like that would ever happen, she did understand the dynamic between the two men and how grunting out in a sweaty way could solve some issues.&nbsp; The image brought a big toothy grin to her face she couldn't hide.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh that is an rather tasty image isn't it!"&nbsp; Allia continued with the laugh that had been building up inside her.&nbsp; Finally catching her composure,&nbsp; "I think you've taken command in a way that most couldn't.&nbsp; And you've done it with style and grace, much more than some people would."&nbsp; She leaned forward again, reaching out to lay her hand on Kari's knee again, this time with a soft look to her eyes as she looked up at Kari.&nbsp; "You helped your father keep things together when it looked bleak for the Company, and you've carried us fairly far in a very short period.&nbsp; It's in your blood, your instincts drive you, just like with me."&nbsp; <br><br>She looked down to the floor for a minute, her thoughts and desires clouding her mind.&nbsp; "I will say I've noticed you've been pretty tense lately.&nbsp; Please tell me to get out if I'm being too personal, but it's been a while since you or anyone in the company has had a real break.&nbsp; The last three ops were pretty busy, we haven't had much time to relax."&nbsp; A rather sly grin twisted across Allia's face as she stared up into Kari's eyes again.&nbsp; "Maybe we need to find a better release than tearing up Merc companies that are in over their heads.&nbsp; I for one get a rush out of the win, but it's not the same."&nbsp; Allia shrugged, the smile still on her face as she leaned back against the wall opposite Kari again as she watched her expression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 20:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br><strong>In the MechBay.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: None</strong><br><hr><br><strong>DropShip <em>Dark Star</em>, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>For the third time in his whole Life he really felt like using the sort of foul language that most mercenaries seemed to fling around like a monkey in a cage. It was the sort of language the local rabbis would reprimand urchins for back in the street days. Foul-mouthed kids didn't get the handout meals in the afternoons. It served as a sort of skewed morality for Moshe in his youth. Beating a kid up and stealing his stuff was for survival, swearing like a JumpShip-crewman was a sin. Of course he knew very well of everything surrounding Yahweh and his chosen ones, including the Ten Commandments and the Elder Words butonce you got down to street level it was hard to argue religious dogma with your teeth bashed in and your shoes stolen.<br><br>He looked up at his S'hot, the quad drooping its Diamond shaped head as if lamenting with him. Why would they do this to them? They had done a good job despite some minor problems. He had taken down that Blade honestly and taken down a few tanks and multitudes of hostile infantry. And now they were going to gut S’hot, exchange his weapons to Adonai knows what. It was anything but fair and his knuckles were already white from how hard he clenched his fists. He wanted to strike out but couldn’t bring himself to do so.<br><br>“Feh… it will never be the same again old friend…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 21:13:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Open</strong><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian finished quickly. It wasn't testament to his skills at all, merely a lack of information. Their paychecks were late and the reports from engineering weren't due for another day or two. It felt like a loose end, a job he couldn't finish yet and it was out of his control. One set of digits idly tapped his desk, his booted feet up on one side of the piece of furniture. He was almost staring a hole into the datapad. He was bored, suffice it to say. It had been a while since he had felt like that. Normally, there was always more work to be done. Even though business hadn't been particularly slow, he had just found the time to fully catch up on all the company's monetary affairs. He had already been in touch with the liaisons to send some funds the damaged village's way, and they had been surprisingly cooperate.<br><br>A sigh passed his lips as he rose up and walked away from his desk to look out one of the viewports. As one of the eldest members of the company, and given his rank and reputation, he had managed to net quite a few advantages over the years. That office was one of them. Decent, sturdy furniture, a broadside view of the stars, plenty of space as far as a military vessel was concerned and even a small fridge that contained a personal supply of beverages. There was nothing personal to find in the entire room, however, since he kept such things neatly hidden away in his personal quarters. He kept business and pleasure strictly separate and most members of the company didn't even know if he -had- memories and hobbies to speak of. To them, he was just a faceless hardass clanner who didn't waste a single opportunity to reprimand them if they stepped out of line. At least he was known for being fair and not seeking reasons to complain for no other reason than to work off personal frustrations. Eventually, he settled in one of two armchairs that had been set up around a small table in the corner of the L-shaped room, a pad balanced upright and set to one of many recordings of Lacrosse matches he had been missing. Clan Sea Fox was doing well; at least there was that.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 15:03:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>“Attention all Black Star Mechwarriors,” Kari’s voice rang out through the ship over its internal communications system. “Please report to the briefing room.”<br><br>Kari was already waiting when the first arrivals appeared, and she let them arrive in their time and waited until everyone was present before speaking . “First up, I think congratulations are in order,” She began, her tone upbeat and confident. “This last mission was, simply put, a huge success. We were able to fulfil our objectives, delivered a one-sided defeat to our enemies, didn’t suffer any losses and we walked away with a generous amount of salvage. So that’s pretty good by anyone’s standards”<br><br>“With that being said, there are a few things I wanted to bring up,” she continued, trying to continue the confident tone. “Both Marco and Angeline have chosen to leave us once we return to Galatea. Both of them have been great for the unit, and both will be missed,” Kari gave a small nod of the head before continuing. “And both are more then welcome back should they chose to do such.”<br><br>“As a consequence, we will be pressing the flesh so to speak once we get back there to bring in some new recruits,” Kari added. “And so if anyone knows someone or has a friend who has a friend, this is a good time to speak up”<br><br>“Onto the next point,” She glanced over the room. “While the mission was a success, I am aware that there were a few issues. Those have been dealt with, and I fully intend to move on. However, at the same time, if there’s anything else that anyone wants to bring up, then now is the time to say it”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 11:31:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>"Come on you lazy bastards... Defense!"</strong> Damian was showing an uncharacteristic amount of investment in something other than his work for a change. Slapping his lap in frustration as Clan Sea Fox decided to kick back and be ridiculously incompetent in the match of Lacrosse he was watching. <strong>"Damnit, you idiots..."</strong> a grumble slipped the cold man's lips as he shook his head and brought his warm beverage to his lips. He remembered the last time his team had been losing so badly. It had been one of the last nights he had spent with his wife. The hospital normally frowned on rest being interrupted by two loud clanners shouting at a screen, but given her condition, an exception had been made. He fell silent as his gaze blurred and he seemed to start staring into the distance. But memories that were both cherished and despised shattered before they could materialize when the authoritative voice of his captain sounded across the comm channel on the vessel.<br><br><em>“Attention all Black Star Mechwarriors, please report to the briefing room.”</em><br><br>It was rare for Kari to announce such a large meeting on such short notice, at that time of day, so Damian immediately figured it was something important. A single swipe of a singer turned the datapad off and after grabbing his leather jacket off his chair in passing, the tall MechWarrior left his office and began making his way to the briefing room. An added advantage of having a personal office in one of the best locations of the ship was that it was also relatively close to some of the key chambers on the vessel, the briefing room being one of them. As he entered the circular room, he swiftly took his usual spot by the large table, always wanting to have first dibs on the comfortable seating arrangements. Sliding forward, he leaned back somewhat and crossed his arms across his chest.<br><br>He listened quietly to the praise, his eyes calmly shifting from individual to individual to see their reactions. He wasn't surprised that the Arena Angel was already leaving. She wasn't up to par, quite clearly. However, Marco was more of a disappointment as Damian had to admit he had seen potential in the guy. But, where some vanished, there was always more meat to be found. A lot of warriors needed work and pickings were ripe. He only hoped the next few additions were going to stay on.<br><br>When prompted about the issues, he was the first to speak up, although that was unlikely to surprise anything.<br><strong>"First and foremost, ma'am. Moshe,"</strong> stern eyes would slip a glance at the man, before settling on Kari's hues again. <strong>"He's unfit for Recon. I take it he'll be reassigned? He needs someone to keep a close eye on him. If he's going to keep causing collateral damage or using excessive firepower like Hiro pointed out, we're going to be losing more money than we make,"</strong> he argued. Surprisingly, he didn't want to see the man kicked out anymore. But he didn't want to trust him on his own. He needed guidance, urgently. <strong>"First line service on a particularly tough mission would also be a good test of his nerves. Or it would at least harden them to the point where he can hold down his lunch."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 02:22:34</strong>
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				<br><strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br><em>Dark Star</em> Dropship<br>Deneb Algedi System<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Everett showed to the meeting with a rolled tube under his arm and a packet of paper. From his vantage point in the mess hall, he'd been seen over the past few hours rushing back and forth between his room, the engineering bay, and the supply rooms. Hurried discussions with engineers, techs, and passer-by had decorated the seemingly frantic activity, but he hadn't stopped to actually explain what he was doing to any of the other Mechwarriors.<br><br>Now, though, he was practically bouncing on the edge of his seat, clearly happy about the results of whatever he'd been doing. It didn't seem important enough to speak up publicly in the meeting, though, at least not immediately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 04:03:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged:</strong> Kari<br><br><em>“Attention all Black Star Mechwarriors, Please report to the briefing room.”</em><br><br>Having walked out to the hangar bay to sit with Gheistwulf and think after her conversation with Kari in her room, Allia seemed to have lost track of time.&nbsp; A couple of hours had gone by since she left Kari's quarters and she needed to process what had happened between her and the company CO.<br><br>Sliding down to the gantry no far from her mechs shoulder, Allia moved slowly through the ship, accepting that most of the company would likely beat her there.&nbsp; When she arrived at the mess hall, her moderate pace had been well timed as most of the other mechwarriors were starting to arrive around the same time she did.&nbsp; Knowing that she could likely have a part in whatever discussion Kari had as one of the Lance leaders for the company, she sat nearer the front of the room where Kari sat.&nbsp; She carried her usual demeanor of being quiet and watching what went on around her.&nbsp; Only a few of the personnel in the company were close enough to her to see true side.<br><br>Allia listened to Kari's address to the mechwarriors without showing much emotion.&nbsp; She'd never been one to want or need much in the way of praise.&nbsp; She'd always done her best, and most times things turned out well.&nbsp; This was one of those times and Allia was happy, but things could shift rather quickly depending on the mission.&nbsp; She was sad to see Marco go, he had been a good addition to the unit.&nbsp; Angeline hadn't been in the unit long enough to judge other than her few poor performances on the field.&nbsp; It was unfortunate, but she wasn't meant for field duty.&nbsp; She was an arena baby and always would be.<br><br><em>"First and foremost, ma'am. Moshe,&nbsp; He's unfit for Recon. I take it he'll be reassigned? He needs someone to keep a close eye on him. If he's going to keep causing collateral damage or using excessive firepower like Hiro pointed out, we're going to be losing more money than we make.&nbsp; First line service on a particularly tough mission would also be a good test of his nerves. Or it would at least harden them to the point where he can hold down his lunch."</em><br><br>It hadn't surprised Allia that Damian spoke up first.&nbsp; He'd always been the most outspoken person in the company.&nbsp; Always a stern honest sounding board for Kari, but sometimes a bit hard to handle.&nbsp; Allia considered some of the circumstances where she and Damian had been together.&nbsp; The years had been hard rebuilding the Company, but his rock solid strength had always been a welcome source of security.&nbsp; She let a small smile curl the edges of her lips as their last encounter flashed through her memory like a movie.&nbsp; <br><br>"You don't need to worry about Moshe, Damian.&nbsp; He and I have an understanding.&nbsp; We'll do some refits to his mech to better fit with Strike and he'll learn how to do things our way."&nbsp; She kept the remark short and sweet.&nbsp; There wasn't any need for the rest of the group to know what had been discussed.&nbsp; Their deal was theirs alone, Moshe knew the consequences of failure, there was no need to spread the strain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 17:07:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In the <em>Dark Star</em></strong><br><strong>Tagged: Kari Moreno (Defiance), Damian Harper (Charybdis), Allia Rowe (Gheistwulf), Everett Fletcher Yoshikawa (Butterfly), Moshe Dayan (S'hot)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Trutzburg-Class Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>After knocking my head against Kari's door while attempting to get my situation straightened out in terms of switching from Strike Lance to Recon Lance, I was in medical getting the bump on my head looked at.&nbsp; The ice pack was a bit too little too late, but it numbed the ache a bit, and the nurse taking care of me sure did lift my spirits.<br><br><em>"Attention all Black Star Mechwarriors.&nbsp; Please report to the briefing room.”</em><br><br>I thanked the nurse and headed out.&nbsp; At the meeting, Kari was speaking positively, as usual.&nbsp; How was she tirelessly enthusiastic and charismatic?&nbsp; She seemed like she would need a chance to just relax and cut loose.&nbsp; Made me wonder if I was the one who could let her do that.<br><br>She told us how the mission was a success and how there would be personnel changes, then gave us a chance to speak our minds.<br><br><em>"However, at the same time, if there’s anything else that anyone wants to bring up, then now is the time to say it...”</em><br><br>Oh, here we go.<br><br><em>"First and foremost, ma'am. Moshe. He's unfit for Recon. I take it he'll be reassigned? He needs someone to keep a close eye on him. If he's going to keep causing collateral damage or using excessive firepower like Hiro pointed out, we're going to be losing more money than we make. First line service on a particularly tough mission would also be a good test of his nerves. Or it would at least harden them to the point where he can hold down his lunch."</em><br><br>I felt bad in so many ways.&nbsp; Bad for Moshe getting ripped apart yet <em>again</em>.&nbsp; Bad for thinking pretty much what Damian was thinking.&nbsp; Bad for kind of wishing I said it first.&nbsp; Bad for not phrasing it all in my head as well as Damian did.&nbsp; Bad for barely containing a mixture of laughter and grimacing.<br><br>Allia responded, like a good lieutenant for a good captain.<br><br><em>"You don't need to worry about Moshe, Damian.&nbsp; He and I have an understanding.&nbsp; We'll do some refits to his mech to better fit with Strike and he'll learn how to do things our way."</em><br><br>I had some stuff of my own to say.&nbsp; I decided not to bring up helping the village.&nbsp; Kari would keep her word, I was sure, and it would just bring up Moshe in a bad way again.<br><br><strong>"Any chance for some R and R on Galatea, Kari?&nbsp; Been wanting to take some dune buggies out on the deserts.&nbsp; I'll even let you drive."</strong><br><br>Meanwhile, I noticed Everett was excited about something.<br><br><strong>"Well, what's the deal, man?&nbsp; What do you have in store for your half of our Team Combine?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 21:54:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207496.msg10362768#msg10362768">Quote from: vin26m on 09-08-2014, 17:07:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Meanwhile, I noticed Everett was excited about something.<br><br><strong>"Well, what's the deal, man?&nbsp; What do you have in store for your half of our Team Combine?"</strong><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As quietly as possible, to not disrupt the meeting, Everett leaned over to whisper in Hiro's ear. <br><em><br>"The top half of a Hunchback IIC, up for salvage from Galatea Scrapworks. Just over a million C's, so I'll need Kari's authorization for the shopping trip, but if she'll spring for it I can refit a Clan-grade gun and engine into Butterfly, giving me room for a secondary. No more freak weapon jams mission-killing me."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 16:44:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Kari couldn’t help but smile at Hiro’s comment. “Let me drive? That depends on if you’re brave enough to ride shotgun with me behind the wheel.” She laughed a little and shook her head. “But no, you are onto a good point there. I’m going to be authorizing a break when we get back to Galatea, because I think we all deserve a bit of unwinding and relaxation time. Besides which, it’s going to take us a while to get together both new people and a new contract, so we might as well take advantage of it”<br><br>“That being said, I think it’d be great if we had some group fun times,” She continued. “You know, socialize and get to know each other better without being shot at. Radical concept, I know, but bear with me here.” That bought a few small laughs before she continued. “Dune buggies are a great idea, and I’m open for anything else that people come up with”<br><br>She looked around the room one more time. “If there’s nothing else, then, I thank you all for your time. Relax, people, and take it easy. Enjoy the moment before we’re back in the firing line again”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 22:50:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian's eyes narrowed slightly when Allia interjected, prompting him to turn his attention to her. He didn't actually seem in too bad a mood, something only Allia or Kari were likely to notice, as to most others, he would appear to be the same grumpy stick-up-the-rear as ever. There was only one possible reason why he would be more willing to trust others with the sole resolution of Moshe's affair, and that was if he had a game to get back to. One he had probably bet a pretty C-Bill on. If there was one thing Damian took risks with, it was his precious Lacrosse. <br><br><strong>"Understood. Expect me to ask for some details later, however,"</strong> he added, trusting the judgment of the two ladies on the matter. Neither had anything to prove to him, they were both on the Command Lance for a very good reason and he would trust them to make snap decisions centuries before he would himself. But that wasn't anything anyone would ever find out, of course. He would also never admit to having a slight soft spot for the younger woman, brought on by the fact that they were both veterans of the Company and had seen a lot of hardships with only each other to talk it out. That didn't mean he was warm towards her, but it gave her significant leeway if nothing else. It helped that the few nights they had shared over the years, no apparent strings attached, were more than enjoyable material to reminisce about.<br><br>With that said, he crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. There was the matter of the details for the payments to the village, but he would bother Kari with that later. It wasn't urgent and it was merely some formal paperwork, nothing more. It had been a long day and he wasn't one to deny the value of some R&amp;R. However, it was important to stress 'some'. Damian wasn't going to contradict his commanding officer in front of the others, not on what was essentially a direct order, but he felt as though a trip like that was going to be a monumental waste of funds. However, he was probably the only one in the room idiotic enough to fixate on that instead of having a good time. He could always find a quiet spot to have a drink and read up on galactic news. The long string of battles had admittedly forced him to fall behind on current affairs, and he didn't like being in the dark. He had managed to find a lot of excellent merc jobs by staying up-to-date in the past and he wasn't about to let those opportunities slide.<br><br>As they were dismissed and the room began to empty, he stayed behind for a few moments, one boot finding a home against the side of the table. There was going to be a lot of new blood in the Company; he only hoped they would be worth the price of admission.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 23:11:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br><strong>Briefing Room</strong><br><strong>Tagged: All</strong><br><hr><br><strong>DropShip <em>Dark Star</em>, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>It just never ended did it? He was never going to live it up. As he sat there on his own end of the table he couldn't do anything but sink lower and lower in his seat. He felt like a teen again. The adults were talking over his head. Talking about him as if he wasn't even there. It was just one after another, everyone had opinions and none were the slightest bit good. He screwed it up, sure. But he also landed every shot of laser and plasma. He had taken next to no damage, more than could be said about most in the company. He had taken down that Blade fair, blasted those tanks into submission and sent the infantry running. He had done some good things, right? Yet they were turning those things into...<br><br>He squirmed a little in his seat, wanting to speak up but not daring to. He didn't want to sound like an petulant kid. He wanted to defend himself but didn't know how. He was feeling nauseated again. For God's sake he didn't even have a say on what his Mech was carrying anymore. He had no idea of what it would look like when he came back. Would he at least get to keep the plasma rifle? Please God don't take that away! As a matter of fact, don't take anything away! It was balanced just the way he knew how to use it. He just needed to learn some teamwork, right? He could do that. This wasn't an agreement, it was... an order. And he had to take it.<br><br>As the meeting came to an end he was already wondering if he could find new work on Galatea. Anything to preserve his Sho't the way he knew it. They way it had always been. He swallowed hard as Kari asked if anyone else had anything to add. He wanted to. But he couldn't. He was still in debt to her father. He was still in debt to her.<br><br><em>Fiddlesticks.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 02:53:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br><br>1 January 3145<br>Tagged:</strong>Everyone<br><br><em>"Understood. Expect me to ask for some details later, however,"</em><br><br>Allia gave Damian a nod with a bit of a smile in her cheeks.&nbsp; She gave him that look that only he would understand.&nbsp; A part of the connection they had developed over the years as only a handful of veterans of the earlier days of the company.&nbsp; She knew that Damian knew her rather well and had a good sense to know when to push and when to hold his cards.&nbsp; This was one of those times that she was sure he would find a way to get the whole story out of her one way or another.&nbsp; The thought made her grin even more.<br><br><em> “If there’s nothing else, then, I thank you all for your time. Relax, people, and take it easy. Enjoy the moment before we’re back in the firing line again”</em><br><br>She didn't have to watch Moshe to realize how uncomfortable he was.&nbsp; The look on his face as he sat near the outer edge of the group told her everything she needed to know, he didn't feel like he fit in anymore.&nbsp; Allia considered whether they may have been to hard on him, but quickly dismissed the thought.&nbsp; The difference between professional Mechwarriors and thugs with heavy equipment was the ability to restrain themselves when the fight is over.&nbsp; The image of the Blade's stricken body and the ROM footage from the fight clearly showed Moshe let the blood lust carry him.&nbsp; Changes had to be made.<br><br>Allia waited for the majority of the group to start shuffling out of the mess hall before she moved towards Moshe.&nbsp; <br><br>"Take a walk with me.&nbsp; I want to talk."<br><br>She waited till they were alone in the corridor and headed for the mech bay.&nbsp; She wanted to have the discussion somewhere relatively private, but she also needed to look over S'Hot to make sure the modifications made sense.&nbsp; "You don't agree with this change.&nbsp; Tell me what you're thinking."&nbsp; She said as they exited a secondary stairwell into the mechbay they walked in front of Gheistwulf where Allia stopped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 17:14:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Damien</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br>&nbsp;Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Kari had waited for the room to empty before turning back to Damien, giving him a small nod. “That… was a bit cruel, Damien.” She offered, her tone not angry or scolding, simply explanatory. “Allia and I are handling the situation with Moshe, and we’re going to do what’s right both for him and the unit as a whole. Trust me, if there was a problem, you’d be the first to know”<br><br>Her stance softened a little as she spoke. “With that being said, other then that incident, we did okay down there. The Salvage haul was good, even after letting the Crushers who took the smart option go, and the Feds are definitely happy. I haven’t checked the books yet, and I’m obviously waiting on your final assessment, but I’m getting a good feeling about how our finances are headed after this one. We might just be actually in the black and staying there for once”<br><br>She crossed her arms, leaning back a little. “Unfortunately, it looks like we might need to replace recon lead as well, so when we get back to Galatea and re-open recruitment, I’ll want you r assessment of the leads we get. Similarly, you’ll be handling the financial and contracting end of things as per normal; that stuff goes way over my head. I know, responsibilities of leadership and all…”<br><br>“So, all that aside, anything else you think I need to know or need to deal with ASAP?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>13-08-2014, 05:28:28</strong>
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				<br><strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br><em>Dark Star</em> Dropship<br>Deneb Algedi System<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br>Seeing Kari pause in the room to talk to Damien, Everett likewise stopped just outside the door to wait for her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>13-08-2014, 20:59:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Kari Moreno, Everett Yoshikawa</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br>Draconis Combine<br>1 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian had been gazing at the center of the table in the meeting room, in deep thought, when his captain spoke up. It was evident that he had been miles away, as he briefly turned his gaze up to her with the typical, glazed-over hue that accompanied a man wondering who was addressing him. It was but a split second, however, and his sole lowered itself from the table's edge to plant itself firmly on the metal floor. His palms clasped together and the very stern clanner leaned forward, elbows finding their way onto his knees. His brow was furrowed, giving way to familiar wrinkles and a natural, intense narrowing of his eyes. The shifting in his stance caused the sleeves of his black, leather jacket to ride up slightly, revealing a relic strapped to his wrist. An old watch, that he continually managed to keep functional. With the pervasive nature of mobile devices, it was silly for him to want to tell the time using that old technology, but he never seemed to let it go.<br><strong>"Cruel, ma'am?"</strong> he pondered that assessment briefly, before nodding slightly. <strong>"Perhaps, but he needs a harsh wake-up slap. He's good... Just needs to pace himself. If he doesn't, he's going to get himself, and probably some teammates, killed,"</strong> he explained, before straightening his back and pushing at the chair next to him with a single booted foot. The seat was shoved away from the table enough for it to fit a human body. He followed it up with a polite and respectful motion for her to sit and join him. He knew he could wave some of the protocol when he was alone, or more or less alone, with her. Under other circumstances, he tended to be all military-style strict with himself.<br><br><strong>"You know I have faith in your judgement, and that of lieutenant Rowe. But I think you know me well enough to know I'm a skeptic,"</strong> he added, before listening as she went on to the next subject.<br>He leaned back in his seat, his arms crossing over his chest as his intense hues stared deeply into Kari's eyes. <strong>"They did good. Stuck to the plan. Like clockwork,"</strong> he was singing another tune than he had before. He was, in fact, genuinely pleased, but no one but Kari would ever find that out. He would always be the one to nitpick in front of the mercenaries, allowing Kari to be both the strict, but still complimentary commander when necessary. She had the charisma to lead and should be allowed to. He'd gladly be the villain, for his people skills were lacking to begin with. Pointing out a waste of ammo was a very lousy nitpick, even for Damian, which would clue others in that he was reaching for something negative to say beyond the matter of Moshe.<br><br><strong>"I've run the numbers as much as I can. The minimum estimates cover at least the basic repairs and fuel costs. But I don't even have to see the revenue from the salvage to know we'll be more than breaking even. It was a good run,"</strong> he admitted, his deep voice as stern as ever. <strong>"Once I hear back from the engineers, I'll have the final report for you, and I'll get the paychecks done. I think some of them deserve a minor bonus too... Don't tell them it comes from me,"</strong> he added, with a slight grumble interjecting the discourse.<br><br><strong>"I've sent out feelers already, on possible replacements for Angeline's Longbow. As much as I think the girl was out of her league, that machine was a missile boat we badly needed. I'm trying to find something similar, with a pilot with some experience, but not too much. We don't have the money to take on overpriced veterans,"</strong> he explained, but he made a mental note to focus his efforts on Galatea.<br><br><strong>"There is one thing... This R&amp;R trip, are you sure it's a good idea, given our financial situation?"</strong> the books were a matter shared almost entirely between them and some of the bureaucrats in the organization, as such, his voice lowered to a tone that Everett would not be able to hear. He quickly corrected his own train of thought, however. <strong>"I suppose we need to wait for reinforcements before taking on lucrative jobs, anyway... I've heard there is more work to be had out here; high pay, medium risk. While we're on Galatea, I'll set up meetings with some contacts and see if I can shake free a few interesting jobs,"</strong> he stated, the gears in his head never stopping to turn for even a moment. It was all too obvious he had no intention of stopping his work when over there, he'd simply do it all long-distance.<br><br>His eyes did settle upon a waiting Everett, wondering what the man wanted to discuss that wasn't for his ears. He wanted to address the younger man, but refrained from doing so, leaving it to Kari.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 15:39:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>Three weeks later…<br><br>The ship’s meeting room was again a buzz of activity, the entirety of the Black Sun Company (save for those still running the dropship) gathered there on the orders of their commander. Kari stood at the head of the room, Allia and Damien with her, looking out over the assembled group of familiar faces, as well as a couple of new ones.<br><br>“First of all, I want to start this by welcoming our two new members, Hector Skorzinni and ‘DJ’ Robins,” Kari began, nodding towards the two newcomers. “I know it’s unusual to receive new members like this, but we have an opportunity that couldn’t wait. Hector will be assigned to the command lance, while DJ will be assigned to Recon. I want you all to make them feel at home here. And if the pair of you have any problems or questions or anything else, don’t hesitate to ask”<br><br>“Now onto the big news,” she continued. “The Black Suns have accepted a new contract, one that was arranged by our people on Galatea and delivered in-situ. Apparently, we’re famous or something,” this sent a small round of laughs around the room before she continued, “but the basics are we’ve been hired by the First Minister of Dalton in the Duchy of Oriente for a garrison contract in support of the Third Oriente Hussars.”<br><br>“Dalton has historically been a bit of a political football, one that has been claimed by both the Duchy and the Principality of Regulus,” Kari explained. “In the last couple of years, since the reformation of the FWL, there has been an upswing in ‘pirate’ attacks both on shipping in-system and on-world groups, which are suspected to be connected to the Regulans. Now whether this is Regulan backed&nbsp; or a pro-Regulan faction of the government is unclear, but either way, they feel that the world needs a hand to help reign this in”<br><br>She looked around the room. “This is where we come in.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 17:58:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>The last three weeks had been busy if nothing else.&nbsp; Moshe in the simulator with the rest of the strike lance, trying to learn his place in the order of things and working his best to keep his nose clean.&nbsp; Yes, it was only simulation, but it was progress that Allia appreciated and did everything she could to let him know.&nbsp; The switch from his favored configuration to a more Strike centric loadout had been hard to stomach in the beginning, but being able to hold onto the Talon's and one of the flamers in the place of a small laser and the usual spikes seemed to give him a little comfort.&nbsp; Getting used to that style of combat was proving to be more of a problem than anything.&nbsp; But Allia was confident he'd be ready in time for combat.&nbsp; Unfortunately, having hoped some more training on Galatea would be in order she knew that eventuality had been written off when the Jumpship arrived with a new contract Kari just couldn't refuse.&nbsp; When Allia and Damien had been called to her quarters to work out hiring some new recruits without ever meeting them, she knew things were about to get interesting.&nbsp; <br><br>The arrival at the Callison jump point had been the meeting point for picking up our new warriors.&nbsp; The company apparently ceded that as part of the contract to make sure we were up to full strength when we landed.&nbsp; Eventually call for the unit to muster in the briefing room meant they were getting ready to head out. The trip would be short considering how close to Dalton we were, but there was still a lot to do to get ready for the mission.&nbsp; A new commander for Recon had to be chosen and the two new warriors had to be incorporated into their Lances.&nbsp; Standing at the front of the room behind Kari, Allia's mind wandered on the upcoming situation and what the real story was behind the quick change in plans.<br><br><em>“Dalton has historically been a bit of a political football, one that has been claimed by both the Duchy and the Principality of Regulus.&nbsp; In the last couple of years, since the reformation of the FWL, there has been an upswing in ‘pirate’ attacks both on shipping in-system and on-world groups, which are suspected to be connected to the Regulans. Now whether this is Regulan backed&nbsp; or a pro-Regulan faction of the government is unclear, but either way, they feel that the world needs a hand to help reign this in.&nbsp; This is where we come in.”</em><br><br>Allia took a step up, pressing a button on the small laptop she held in her hand.&nbsp; The lights dimmed as a holoprojection of Dalton appeared to hang over the floor.&nbsp; "Dalton is a relatively inconsequential planet in the grand scheme of things, but because it borders on Regulus territory and has been a target of the Regulus Monarch since the Free Worlds League fell apart and reformed, it's now a target."&nbsp; She pressed another button.&nbsp; The planet grew as the visual zoomed into a view of the main city and the surrounding area.&nbsp; "Castleton is the main city.&nbsp; There are a number of smaller cities spread across the planets main land mass, but almost all cities are located near the oceans and away from the equator.&nbsp; The planet is relatively hot compared to most planets, so combat is going to be tough without watching your heat.&nbsp; We'll set up at a base on the western side of the city.&nbsp; The Third Hussars base is on the west side.&nbsp; The compliment of Hussars is only about a battalion.&nbsp; Three companies with associated support units.&nbsp; They have a company stationed on the planets largest moon, Marshall and the other two are stationed on the planet."&nbsp; Allia pressed a button again and the lights came back up as the hologram vanished.&nbsp; "The Hussars generally won't hunt pirates, that's what we're here for.&nbsp; The population should be rather indifferent about our arrival, but we need to do what we can to not piss them off."&nbsp; Allia looked around the room for a moment.&nbsp; "Any questions?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Landshark</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 18:11:43</strong>
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				<br><strong>Hector Skorzinni</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>Hector hadn’t been on Galatea long when he got his first tap for an interview. He went in confident and cocky, like a typical mech pilot….and was shot down. Not enough experience they said. A month later he was contacted again and once again he went in ready and raring to go. Your training cant be verified, they said. 4 months and 5 interviews later and Hector wasn’t feeling the love. Background was shady, mech wasn’t up to specs, not a good fit for our unit ect… He had taken up sleeping in Long Tom as he couldn’t afford rent of storage and a room anymore. The thought of risking it all on an arena fight was becoming a more realistic option by the day. <br><br>He got the call that morning as he debated with a technician over the cost of getting Long Tom painted thinking that perhaps it would make a difference if he looked like a fresh ready to go mech rather than a battle weary veteran. Putting the negotiation on hold he went to change. It was a rush meeting and he didn’t have much time. Getting changed he grabbed his probe data for reference as to his abilities and hurried off.&nbsp; He had not heard of The Black Sun Company but word was they had a good rep. The meeting had gone pretty much as all the others had and he was once again ready to be told thanks but no thanks when he was told they would give him a shot.<br><br>Now here he was. In a full on update meeting with the entirety of the Black Sun Campany. His company, he told himself. They were nothing like the crews he had run with before. Laid back but disciplined. Easy going but sharp, nothing like the pirate and low end crews he had known. Its why they were still going. Why they had come out of near disaster and climbed back into the game. The Commander ran a tight ship as did her seconds from what he had seen and he wondered if he would be a good fit around here after all. Still the deal was a good one and he couldn’t argue with finally getting to work. Their first job with him in rotation was a garrison contract. Hector liked it. Nothing smash and grab right out of the gate. It would give him time to know the others while getting back into the groove of things. <br><br>He looked over and gave the other new recruit a friendly nod and a wink. She was pretty as were many of the ladies of Black Sun including the commander. He smacked himself mentally. Cool your jets Hector you need a job not a romp in the hay. Still being social was a good thing and he kept a sly smile on his face most of the time. The commanders Chief however was another story. A hard nosed clanner with a no nonsense attitude was going to be a terror on Hector, he could tell already. Hopefully he could find some common ground though to put himself in the mans good graces.<br><br>Being new he didn’t want to show boat especially with nothing to back it up as of yet so he kept his mouth shut during the meeting but inside he was making all the cocky smart ass remarks he could about how these Rugulans didn’t know what they were in for. No doubt there would be a later meeting of the crews with more particulars but this was a start of contract meeting so everyone knew what was going on and Hector liked the energy he was getting from the group.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 23:03:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In the <em>Dark Star</em></strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Trutzburg-Class Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>I sat between the two new recruits, leaning back in my chair, my feet off the floor and dangling.&nbsp; I was the first one there, up earlier than most, just wanting to know what the news was, but I felt like I was ready to take a nap, too.<br><br>Kari started the meeting and Allia continued the train of thought.&nbsp; There was a nice, familiar feeling about the two of them working off each other.&nbsp; The two of them taking charge of a whole company of men.&nbsp; Almost felt like we were their sons and they were our mothers.&nbsp; <br><br>The lights dimmed and I straightened up until the seat back of the comfy leather reclining wheeled office chair was upright.&nbsp; I stared into the images, feeling them burn into my brain.&nbsp; The lights came back on and I reclined again.<br><br><em>"The Hussars generally won't hunt pirates, that's what we're here for..."</em><br><br>I spoke to myself at a low volume, but still loud enough for the new recruits to hear.<br><br><strong>"Damn right that's what we're here for.&nbsp; We find them, end them and get <em>paid</em>."</strong><br><br>I looked at the new guy, Hector, right after I said that.&nbsp; I gave him a friendly nod and a wink, the way he gave to DJ.&nbsp; I paused a moment before smiling.&nbsp; I like to think I notice a lot.<br><br><em>"Any questions?"</em><br><br>If it wasn't more information, it was the part I was waiting for.&nbsp; I sat back up and started by looking at Allia before moving on to Damian, breaking up a series of questions into groups so they could answer.<br><br><strong>"What do we know about the pirates?&nbsp; Anything about their tactics?&nbsp; Or their size and strength?...&nbsp; <br><br>"Are we going out looking for them, or we escorting shipments, or are we setting up traps?...&nbsp; <br><br>"What's Recon doing when we hit the ground?...&nbsp; <br><br>"How's the pay and what's the deal with salvage?"</strong><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 01:56:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>DJ had been on the planet for three days when the first of the slimy job hunters came her way.&nbsp; It always happened like this, especially since she proved herself a few months ago when she and her 'Mech took down a Catapult without taking a hit.&nbsp; They stood out among the crowds in their expensive, black suits and slimy hairstyles, all of them viewing her as nothing more than a piece of meat.&nbsp; Scumbags, the lot of them!&nbsp; As always, she collected cards after hearing their statements as to various jobs.&nbsp; It continued for about a week before she was approached by someone representing a group called 'The Black Sun Company.'<br><br>As she usually did, she said she'd have an answer in a week's time and proceeded to take that week to go about spending some of the pay she received from her last job.&nbsp; It wasn't always when she could take time and simply relax.&nbsp; Besides, she managed to find a couple more crucial components to allow her Battlemech, <em>Shinigami</em>, to change armaments from the TR2 configuration to the TR1 configuration.&nbsp; It took her a year, but she managed to get about half of the needed parts for a Tronel XIII Large Pulse Laser.&nbsp; The parts themselves weren't cheap. but it was better than purchasing a whole new unit which, in general, would be many times more expensive.&nbsp; Besides, there was no guarantee that it would of the best equipment.&nbsp; It was a little pet project of hers after a small job where she was forced into an urban conflict with a couple of <em>Ocelot</em> Battlemechs on some backwater world.&nbsp; That battle took about three hours but the speed and agility of DJ's Battlemech allowed her to dodge most of their attacks and give them hell with her own guns.&nbsp; That had been one of the most harrowing battles she was ever in and took a good chunk from her savings to repair her mech.<br><br>Now, a couple of weeks later, having taken her well-earned break, she was at a full meeting with the entire <em>Black Sun Company</em>.&nbsp; She had to admit that this company, her company now, was much better structured than the bandits she was a part of.&nbsp; While she was younger, her father had spoke of them, or perhaps of a company with a similar name.&nbsp; The commander looked pretty confident, as did her seconds.&nbsp; <br><br>DJ caught the eye and smirk of the other new recruit and could tell just what was going through his mind.&nbsp; It was the same thing she saw when she went into a bar.&nbsp; He wasn't half bad looking, so she gave him a small smile to ease what had to be a lot of nerves running though him.&nbsp; Her thoughts, however, were quite different, <em>'I ain't no cheap tavern whore, boy.&nbsp; I may not look it, but I won't be spreading my legs for anyone except on my terms.'</em>&nbsp; Still, they were the new blood and who knows what sort of rituals or hazings they would put them through.&nbsp; They'd have to stick together regardless.&nbsp; Besides, who knows, he may prove worth it at some point.&nbsp; At the moment, he was a greenie like her and she quickly threw the thought from her mind.<br><br>Her gaze fell on the Second, DJ had a feeling about him that he was a hardass who took no BS from anyone.&nbsp; She approved of that as she turned her attention to the hologram and took in as much as she could.&nbsp; Then the questions started up and it was when some guy asked, <em><strong>"What's Recon doing when we hit the ground?... "</strong></em> that she turned her attention on him.&nbsp; <em>'So, you a part of Recon, eh?&nbsp; Looks the part and I might as well get to know who I'll be working with.'</em>&nbsp; DJ wasn't unfamiliar to recon patrols, considering that her 'Mech had great range, speed, and agility.&nbsp; <br><br>At the tail end of the guy's questions, DJ asked her own, <strong>"Are there any good sniper positions in the area?&nbsp; How accessible are they?&nbsp; And how good are the target's surveillance capabilities?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 16:17:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>Kari gave the smallest of smiles at Allia as she seamlessly took over the briefing, filling out the details of the assignment and their duties. It was nice to have someone on the same page as her and whom she could trust to handle matters so confidently. And after their moment three weeks ago in her room, Kari could feel a definite bond with her lieutenant, one that went a lot deeper then she could have ever imagined.<br><br>“To answer questions…” Kari began, considering the barrage that Damian had to offer. “When we hit the ground we won’t be immediately in combat. In fact, it’s possible that we’ll never see battle. Unlikely, true, but one can hope.” She gave a small laugh. “But to answer the question, Recon will be working to hunt down the pirates, starting with prowling their known hangouts. We’ll be getting more intel when we get on the ground, of course.”<br><br>“As for strength, the locals have seen about two company’s worth of troops so far, but they rarely deploy in large formations,” Kari continued. “Much of their force is made up of hovercraft, but with some VTOLs and a few BattleMechs thrown in there as well. A lot of them are ‘generic’ models that are openly available on the merc market, or older FWLM surplus, but nothing explicitly Regulan. Funny that”<br><br>She turned to DJ, giving the newcomer a nod. “As for the local terrain, it will of course vary depending on where we are and where we meet the enemy. We are expecting a lot of big, wide open plains, however; hot dry world and all that”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 20:37:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian, as was often the case, kept his silence during the meetings. He had studied the lay of the land as best he could and had already made his suggestions to Kari and Allia. There was little more for the clanner to say. While most paid attention when he did speak, he knew better than to assume his opinions were popular. Both of his palms were leaning on the railing of the slightly raised area the three occupied, from where their voices could carry smoothly to those present. Stern, amber hues watched over the faces in the company, and their potential reactions. The two new recruits were promising. He had picked them from a whole list of possibilities and the captain had agreed to the selection. He hadn't wasted any time in contacting them, though he kept the urgency out of the contract negotiations. Their deals had been good, but there was no denying that the company was coming out on top, financially, as it often did under his watchful gaze. Naturally, he didn't scam or extort anyone, and they would find the benefits far outweighed those offered by most other mercenary companies actively recruiting. They were about to receive trial by fire, that much was obvious.<br><br>He continued to keep his eyes on whoever spoke up, their questions being the standard and expected, but insightful ones. When Kari had finished speaking, he straightened his back and activated the display to show the layout of the city where they would be based.<br><strong>"If we are going to be drawn into a firefight, the pirates will attempt to strike hard and fast,"</strong> he interjected, pressing a button to indicate several densely populated hubs in the city limits. <strong>"They've been bold up to this point, raiding positions with valuable supplies by rushing into the city as quickly as they can. Once in the streets, they bank on the Hussars holding their gunfire because of the amount of civilians around. The same has occurred in the smaller cities around the equator,"</strong> he explained before zooming out again.<br><strong>"Recon Lance is going to be absolutely crucial here. Any early warning of a blitz will allow the bigger guns to stop them before they enter the city proper. Some property damage on the outskirts will be waved, but if the fighting leaks into the population centers, it will become a PR nightmare if a missile veers off-course. If the pirates play defense, it will be up to Recon to track them down and make sure we know about any findings"</strong> Damian finished, before leaning forward again, as the display vanishes.<br><br><strong>"We're going to need to do more scouting when we land. I'll be sifting through records of previous raids, see if I can make them predictable,"</strong> his eyes came to rest upon Hiro. <strong>"The pay is good, salvage is on a case-by-case. Needless to say, no one will be the wiser if some salvage ends up on the Dark Star after a raid on a pirate holding, before the local defense forces arrive,"</strong> he stated calmly, before finally turning to DJ. <strong>"As the captain said. Terrain will be varying. But if we can, we need to draw them out into the open plains, where a brief, hard strike will punish them, while we minimize the risks of overheating. Positioning near water sources will be vital, but I will handle that if it comes to it,"</strong> he finished, clearly only having an opinion on the tactical matters.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Landshark</strong> on <strong>21-08-2014, 23:36:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10800000/Gaspard-Ulliel-gaspard-ulliel-10804113-576-698.jpg)</div><strong>Hector Skorzinni</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>The man next to him seemed a good enough guy. He wasn’t acting superior or anything as of yet which for a mech pilot was saying a lot. Hector liked that he had a slew of questions to ask which probably meant he had been with the company for a while. Looking down to DJ she gave a little wave back and he smiled. Well at least she was friendly from a distance he thought. It was good that they had come on at the same time. If there was hazing to be had they could tag up and strike back in a proper new recruits way. Things like that were easier if you weren’t on your own. All the questions were good and legit so Hector kept his mouth shut until he noticed no one asking a few important matters. Well important to him anyway. Seeing that the Chief was about to start he filed them away for later and took in the next set of information.<br><br>Hector didn’t like the sound of the environment already. His Gunslinger was a massive heat generator at medium and short range. His heat sinks could handle the load under normal situations but if they got into it heavy he would have to watch his readouts closely. Thankfully the idea was going to be to try and draw them into open fields which would allow his Gauss Rifles to do their thing well. The pirates were doing classic smash and grab on the cities and Hector knew it was going to be next to impossible to stop them from raiding. They would need to locate escape routes and bases to cut them off or gut them at the source. Pirates usually had a lot of nasty tricks when it came to base defense though and he hoped that they would catch them on the field instead.<br><br>The chief said that what the locals didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them and instantly Hector liked the military man more. Its better to ask forgiveness than ask permission after all. He also made a point to let them all know that pirates have no qualm with using civilians as shields if need be, a fact that Hector had seen first hand before and still left a bad taste in his mouth. Collateral damage was a fact of combat but keeping it to an acceptable level was the key. Seeing that the three leaders had made their presentations he leaned up in his seat to be seen better and spoke.&nbsp; <br><em><br>Do the locals have any of their own mechs and if so will we be working in conjunction with them or as an independent force? Also will we be utilizing the Dark Stars facilities or those provided by the planet?</em><br><br>Repairs were always utmost on Hectors mind as Long Tom was all he had to his name and was the staple for a sustained fighting force. He gave a quick look around to see how the others felt about his questions hoping he hadn’t asked stupid ones. His experiences had been with far less organized groups where such questions were more like friendly reminders.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 00:10:10</strong>
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				<br><strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br><em>Black Star</em> Dropship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><hr><br>Everett had been busy the last week and a half. After a bit of haggling and study of his schematics, Kari had approved the necessary expenditures for upgrading Butterfly to make it a bit more resilient in combat. She'd seconded the task to Dour Damien, who in enthusiastically humorless fashion had managed to scrounge up a Clan-manufacture Ultra AC/20 and a decent cache of spare/replacement parts to go with it. Installing the more powerful and less bulky weapon system into the Blitzkreig had freed just enough space and tonnage for the installation of a Light PPC Everett had found for cheap in a Galatea scrapyard. All-total, he'd walked away with a small but significant increase in main-gun firepower, and gotten the secondary/backup armament he desperately needed in the bargain. And just in time, by the sound of it.<br><br>"Crunchies and choppers? This'll be Recon's time to shine all right. I'm kinda hoping these pirates brought a real Mech or two to the party, though - popping hovertanks with heavy autocannon is like using your gold-plated sledgehammer to swat ants on the picnic table."<br><br>The newbie who'd asked a question was looking around at the others with a somewhat hesitant air, as if uncertain whether he'd get a rebuke or praise for asking an important - if somewhat obvious - question. That didn't speak well for the quality of his past berths, but the fact that he was here and not there spoke well for him personally.<br><br>"The locals need to hire us to swat crunchies and PBI, apparently. I wouldn't count on them having any Mechs worth including in our force estimates or tactical plans."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 18:42:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>Allia listened to the questions from the group as they floated around the room.&nbsp; Damian's assessment of the overall situation covered most of what they had in terms of intelligence and the lay of the land so far but the questions kept coming.&nbsp; The situation on the ground hadn't developed into the all out fray that everyone assumed it was going to be, but the Oriente government and the planetary government felt a non-house combat force was needed to keep the situation stable.&nbsp; <br><br>"We will begin our inbound leg in about a week once we finish recharging.&nbsp; Once we hit the ground Kari is going to be acting as a liaison with the local government to coordinate our activities.&nbsp; The Hussar's will provide defense for the civilian population and government facilities.&nbsp; We will deploy aerospace and and battle armor units in rotations as our eyes and ears.&nbsp; As Damien mentioned we'll develop a pattern of life for previous raids and deploy Recon to set up patrols.&nbsp; We'll establish more plans as we get closer.&nbsp; Once we're on the ground we're going to hit the ground slowly, so newbies, take the time to get to know your lance mates and everyone make sure your mechs are fully operational and set up to work in warm conditions.&nbsp; We'll do a deployment brief about a day in from landing.&nbsp; Any other questions??"&nbsp; Allia knew Kari and Damien had a lot on the plate coordinating support and equipment to be transported to us, so she forced the issue of ending the brief quickly so everyone could get to work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 20:36:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian had nothing further to add to the briefing and Allia's musings were quite correct, there was a lot of work that needed to be done. The logistical effort behind moving a group of trained professionals, and supporting staff, like theirs was far from simple. It wasn't Damian's sole responsibility, of course, since he mostly handled the financial aspect, but that still meant a lot of requests required his approval or feedback before things could proceed. If he got paid a single C-Bill for every word he read in a day, he would have enough money to buy a few planets with spare change. Already, he made the mental note to stock up on caffeine to make sure he was going to pull through as soon as possible. The sole advantage to his side of the arrangements being the first step was that he was also the first to be done with it, and subsequently given a chance to focus on the mission at hand. Many would question why he chose to profile himself as both a warrior and a merchant, despite the loss of his connection to his Clan. But some habits were hard to kick. He enjoyed the heat of a cockpit and the rush of firing a volley of missiles as much as crunching the numbers. Fortunately, Sea Fox clanners knew how to keep a neat and tidy balance there, better than anyone else.<br><br><strong>"None? Dismissed,"</strong> he stated calmly, expecting the mass of familiar faces to flood out of the room and go back to their duties. His voice barely louder than a whisper, he looked at Allia from over a single shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest. <strong>"I suppose we'll see if the new recruits are going to last under fire..."</strong> he muttered, his eyes narrowed to slits. He soon turned to face both ladies and nodded, before walking off in that usual, disciplined pace, that also implied the fairly rotten moods he was often in.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 23:38:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br><strong>Briefing Room</strong><br><strong>Tagged: All</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>Moshe sat seated at the far back right corner of the room, sunk down into his seat as to show as little a profile as possible. The notepad in front of him had nothing but doodles on it, lazily drawn while he payed half attention to all the things that was said. Whatever was said. He just didn't have the mind to focus on it anymore. Whatever Allia said about his progress he couldn't help but feel like she was just lying to him. He was a lousy shot with those PPC's, at least in the simulations. He didn't feel like he made much of a difference in Strike either, stuck with three colossi who never came close enough for flamers or talons for that matter. It was becoming more and more obvious to him that he had only been allowed to keep those to make him feel as if it was the same <em>Sho't</em> as before. But it wasn't.<br><br>It wasn't like before. He felt like a pariah and he had purposefully kept away from the others, especially Damien and Hiro who had laid into him the most last time. Even the engineers he had been buddies with before seemed to keep their distance. He really didn't want to be that guy. He didn't want to be the gloomy depressed guy that just roamed around and shut up friendly conversation just by entering a room. He didn't want to despise his fellows because they had taken away all he had just for one mistake. And such a mistake too. Destroying the enemy and surviving. Or at least that was what he told himself.<br><br>He didn't even notice that the others were leaving. He just raised his head and suddenly half the room was empty. <em>Feh</em>, might as well stay until they were all gone...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-09-2014, 17:23:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In the <em>Dark Star</em></strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> DJ<br><hr><br><strong>Trutzburg-Class Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br><em>"We'll do a deployment brief about a day in from landing.&nbsp; Any other questions??"</em><br><br>I didn't have anything else to ask at the moment.&nbsp; We seemed to know as much as knew, and the rest would come with time.<br><br>One thing Allia said stuck out - about newbies taking the time to know their lance mates.<br><br>After Damian dismissed us, I stood up and turned to the newest member of Recon Lance, putting out my hand to shake hers.<br><br><strong>"Hey, DJ, I'm Hiro.&nbsp; I read your file a bit.&nbsp; Welcome to the Black Sun."</strong><br><br>I may have held onto her hand a bit longer than I usually would have.&nbsp; Something about her made me not want to let go.&nbsp; I also felt a surge of energy go through me that led to me giving her hand a bit of a squeeze before finally letting go.<br><br>She was definitely an attractive woman, but not the type I had gone for in the past.&nbsp; The red hair, the snakebite lip piercings, the tattooes - all features that didn't usually draw me in, but seemed to work in this particular combination.<br><br><strong>"Since we don't know much about our current opposition, I think it might be worthwhile to check out what we do know about similar enemies we've faced.&nbsp; Might gain some insight on how these pirates operate.&nbsp; I'll be back here in about an hour to go over data.&nbsp; You're invited to join."</strong><br><br>I went and ran a few errands, but DJ was very much in my mind.&nbsp; I passed by the briefing room a few minutes early, but DJ was already there, bent over a table, playing with the console.&nbsp; I was just going to walk past the briefing room to get some beverages, but I had to stop for a moment and enjoy the view.<br><br>Eventually, I knocked on the open door to get her attention.<br><br><strong>"Hey, you're already here.&nbsp; You trying to impress me?"</strong><br><br>I had a couple of cups of coffee and bottles of water with me, and invited her to have some.<br><br>We were there for a while, both of us bent over the table, bringing up feeds and summaries.&nbsp; We started seeing common traits among the three pirate groups we analyzed, but after a while, there was nothing else to glean from the information.&nbsp; After knowing our enemies, it was time to learn about each other.<br><br><strong>"Is there a Mr. DJ out in the universe?"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 22:58:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Hiro Kagekaze</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>Before too long, everyone in the area was dismissed, mission times were given, and it looked like everyone was given free reign to do what they needed to do.&nbsp; DJ stood up with the rest of them, stretching a little as the seat was not the most comfortable thing she ever sat on, and started to make her way to the nearest door.&nbsp; After all, she still needed to unpack her stuff and make the room she was given look like someone was living there.<br><br>The sound of movement from behind caused her to turn and meet the gaze of a man with his hand out, <em><strong>"Hey, DJ, I'm Hiro.&nbsp; I read your file a bit.&nbsp; Welcome to the Black Sun."</strong></em>&nbsp; She grasped his hand in a firm grip and nodded in welcome, <strong>"Hello, Hiro, and thank you for the welcome.&nbsp; If you've read my file, you'll see that I can handle myself fairly well."</strong>&nbsp; She had a small smile that showed that she was proud of her accomplishments in the last year.<br><br>Now that she had a good look at him, she could see that he wasn't that bad looking, so he at least had the decency to look professional outside of combat.&nbsp; The both spent a few extra seconds looking over each other before their handshake ended with him saying, <em><strong>"Since we don't know much about our current opposition, I think it might be worthwhile to check out what we do know about similar enemies we've faced.&nbsp; Might gain some insight on how these pirates operate.&nbsp; I'll be back here in about an hour to go over data.&nbsp; You're invited to join."</strong></em><br><br>DJ nodded, <strong>"Sounds reasonable.&nbsp; I've fought a few pirates in the past and they usually follow a certain path or two, usually a retreat path.&nbsp; I'll see you in an hour then."</strong>&nbsp; They split from there and DJ went back to her room, digging out a couple of datapads and transferring information from some pirates she had battled with a few years ago.&nbsp; They were obviously not the same, but pirates tended to be cut from the same mold.<br><br>Moments later, her bags still unpacked, she returned to the now empty briefing room and bent over the console, uploading data to the small, holographic panel.&nbsp; There, she replayed one of the battles with a pirate and compared the terrains.&nbsp; Eventually, she shook her head and wiped that scenario away.&nbsp; Until they know exactly what they were up against regarding firepower, everything was just&nbsp; guesswork.<br><br>She was looking at one of the more recently attacked towns in a 3-D model when a knock and a voice came from behind her, <em><strong>"Hey, you're already here.&nbsp; You trying to impress me?"</strong></em>&nbsp; DJ stood up and looked behind to see Hiro with some coffee and water.&nbsp; She smiled, <strong>"Nah, just running a couple of scenarios to no avail.&nbsp; These pirates seem to be very different than the ones I faced years ago.&nbsp; Those guys sneaked into towns and set up carefully hidden explosives to make bargaining chips out of homes and families.&nbsp; These guys are just raiders."</strong>&nbsp; She took a mug of coffee with a thanks as they ran through other data, noting some similarities.&nbsp; Still, there was only so much they could get from secondhand information, so they shut everything down.<br><br><em><strong>"Is there a Mr. DJ out in the universe?"</strong></em><br><br>DJ looked up from her coffee as she put her datapads into a pocket and looked at him with a small smile, <strong>"No, never has.&nbsp; And before you ask, there is no 'Mrs. DJ' either."</strong><br><br>She nodded in his direction, <strong>"Come on, I have to get things done back in my room.&nbsp; If you want to talk, we'll continue there."</strong><br><br>Continued here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207564.msg10451780#msg10451780)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Landshark</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 23:35:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10800000/Gaspard-Ulliel-gaspard-ulliel-10804113-576-698.jpg)</div><strong>Hector Skorzinni</strong><br><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Open</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Black Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br>Callison System<br>Republic Remnant<br>21 January 3145</strong><br><br>Hector had rarely had such a briefing. Most of his previous jobs were low rent and the leaders were paranoid of giving out information. It was a pleasant surprise to go in with as much detail as he was getting now. Looking around he suddenly realized he was the lone grunt on the Command Lance. Did that mean they had confidence in him or wanted to keep a close eye. Either way He would get to do his thing right beside the bosses. Usually that would worry him but Hector knew he couldn't mess this chance up and was going to do his best to earn his spot for the long haul. He knew that the contract he had gotten wasn't as profitable as it should have been but perhaps taking that and getting his foot in the door would mean more down the line. <br><br>Seeing everyone was being dismissed he stood and went to introduce himself properly to the other green horn of the company but a lance mate got her attention first and they left to get acquainted and talk shop. Looking around it was clear that most of the pilots were in their own clicks which was understandable. If you ave to trust the guy at your side with your life you better be friends. Shrugging he made for the exit knowing that his time with the lance commander and the chief would come soon enough. He looked over his company listing trying to learn names and faces so he could be personable when the time came when he notice a man slouched down in a chair at the rear of the room. He checked the list and found him near the top under mech pilots. Putting his pad away he walked over. <em><strong>"Hey there. Your Moshe right? Im Hector. Gonna be chewing some of the same dirt with you guys now. Looks like we're gonna have some time to get in planet-side maneuvers on this one as well. Never been to Dalton, yourself?</strong></em>" The man didnt seem to be in too good of a mood but Hector was rarely in a bad one especially now that he was employed again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>04-09-2014, 02:59:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, Inbound Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><br><br><br><br>Allia stood at front of the room with Damien standing a few feet behind her.&nbsp; With Kari off planet coordinating with the Dalton government to make sure they had the support of the Hussars and the planetary intelligence, it fell on Allia and Damien to run the Company's day to day ops.&nbsp; Now they were a little over an hour from touching down on the ground and the tension of so many weeks in space was starting to effect people.&nbsp; Finally ready to address the crew, she stepped closer.&nbsp; "Ok, as you've all noticed, we've been inbound to Dalton for the last couple of days.&nbsp; Even though we came in at a pirate point, it's still taking us a couple of days to maintain gravitational turn and to get things ready."&nbsp; Allia looked around the room at the unit arrayed before her.&nbsp; She didn't like being 'in charge' but she knew it was what Kari had been training her for as the Strike Commander.<br><br>"We'll be on the ground in a little over an hour.&nbsp; This is not a hot drop, but since we've been in space for almost three weeks without break, I'm issuing a drop order."&nbsp; Allia pressed a button the small hand held keyboard.&nbsp; The lights dimmed and the holo projection filled the air in front of her as she walked around.&nbsp; <br><br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/DaltonCapital_zpsa5007f1e.jpg)<br><br>"The large white spot in the middle of this picture just north of the lake is Castleton, the capital city.&nbsp; The last report of raiders was from the north west.&nbsp; We're going to set up a patrol area to acquaint ourselves with the area, and give the newbies a chance to run with the unit as a whole.&nbsp; Allia pressed another button as the image zoomed in to a region just west of the city.<br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/PatrolPath_zps435475e7.jpg)<br><br>"As you can see, there is a small village west of the city and a volcano to the north west.&nbsp; We'll set up a patrol route that runs us up to the Volcano, down along the second lake through some flat land and back up towards the initial drop point.&nbsp; Recon will set picket lines five kilometers to the right of Command and Strike and no more than ten kilometers ahead."&nbsp; Allia stepped back, turning the holoprojector off before she turned back to the unit.&nbsp; "Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 22:51:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Inbound Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone<br><br>The last few days had been pretty hectic.&nbsp; They had a couple of days downtime to allow the newbies to get to know the crew and also to compare battle data between each other to gauge each one's experience.&nbsp; Any final repairs and updates to Mechs were also done during that time.&nbsp; DJ was surprised to learn that a couple of the wires that controlled the articulation of her <em>Shinigami's</em> left arm was partially melted, probably from the last battle she had before joining up with the Black Sun.&nbsp; Luckily, that was easily repaired in less than 6 hours after discovering it.<br><br>Now, almost at their destination, Allia was giving them the rundown on the situation.&nbsp; They weren't going in hot, so things would be easier.&nbsp; She knew that, in an absolute worst case scenario, that the <em>Shinigami</em> could survive a low orbit drop, but she'd rather not have to risk it.<br><br><em><strong>"The large white spot in the middle of this picture just north of the lake is Castleton, the capital city.&nbsp; The last report of raiders was from the north west.&nbsp; We're going to set up a patrol area to acquaint ourselves with the area, and give the newbies a chance to run with the unit as a whole.&nbsp; As you can see, there is a small village west of the city and a volcano to the north west.&nbsp; We'll set up a patrol route that runs us up to the Volcano, down along the second lake through some flat land and back up towards the initial drop point.&nbsp; Recon will set picket lines five kilometers to the right of Command and Strike and no more than ten kilometers ahead."</strong></em><br><br>DJ understood but had to voice her opinions, <strong>"Regarding this lake, is it easily defensible?&nbsp; Since this planet runs a higher temperature, that lake will be a very valuable fallback position in a worst-case scenario.&nbsp; Also, is the volcano active?&nbsp; If it is, that will mean minimal systems running as the temperatures will spike drastically, thus making any patrols in that area liable to ambush."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 18:27:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Inbound Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagging: </strong>Everyone<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Setting up proper communications with the local defense forces on the planet had been troublesome at best. While the pirate attacks had decreased in frequency slightly, most likely the lull before the storm, they were still more than disruptive enough to keep the local government in upheaval. They had their hands full on multiple fronts and the constant strikes were draining resources and, more importantly, lives. That meant stress for any involved in the logistics of the matter. There was the need for a significant amount of information exchange to know where they were supposed to be, when and what the parameters were. A lot of the had fallen on Kari's shoulders, but a significant portion of that was then passed on to Damian who needed to make sense of it all. Fortunately, it seemed the commander was better at the talking part of her job than even the clanner gave her credit for, as her efforts were certainly making his and Allia's lives easier. By the time they arrived in the Dalton System, the kinks had been ironed out, the ticket properly set in stone, resources allocated and the lances were ready to go.<br><br>As usual, Damian did not have much to add. He had already discussed all that needed to be discussed from his point of view from behind closed doors, meaning those present weren't likely to know of his contributions, if any. When questions began to flow, however, he did finally interject, stepping forward to tap his fingertips on the control panel to bring up various details of the battlefield, most notably images taken from orbit of the target areas, as well as the lake DJ was specifically referring to. Clad in his usual set of casual clothing, he seemed as relaxed as he always, if not just as grumpy, but the inquiry was not a poor one.<br><strong>"Chances for an ambush could be high, depending entirely on whether or not the pirates are still in that area. They have always been moving around a lot, leaving only a few recon forces behind to try and keep us guessing where they are moving to next. However, the terrain around the lake itself is almost entirely open, meaning you will be able to spot the enemy if you keep your eyes pealed. Do not expect them to commit themselves to attempting to take on a lance of 'Mechs. They have not shown their numbers to be tremendous so far and their resources will be scarce. If they are going to fight us out in the open, they are going to do so when they have been backed into a corner,"</strong> a few buttons taps brought up more details about the volcano and its southeastern flank.<br><br><strong>"Be more concerned with the volcano's slope. Information is surprisingly scarce, but there are a number of cave entrance scattered about that side, which may or may not lead into a network of caverns that could house some of their troops. The volcano itself hasn't been showing any real activity and any heat inside can easily be managed with rudimentary technological solutions. In other words, it could be the perfect hiding place for the pirates in full, or for some of their spotters that would be keeping a close eye on Recon,"</strong> he finished, there hadn't been much else of note about the rest of the terrain in the area.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 23:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><br><em>"Two minutes from Drop Zone"</em>&nbsp; The call came over the command net from the bridge of the dropship, pulling Allia out of her zone.&nbsp; The hard rumble of the dropship falling through the atmosphere of Dalton vibrated everything inside Gheistwulf.&nbsp; "Final Checks everyone!"&nbsp; She said into her helmet mic after keying the command net to all of the members of the Company.&nbsp; Everyone was locked tight into their mech, the anticipation building as the dropship slowed over the drop zone.&nbsp; "Remember your sequence and your roles."&nbsp; The dropship's approach over the city would provide the spectacle for the city's inhabitants and it would make a statement as it dropped it's mechs onto the plains to the west of the city that the Black Suns were here to fight.&nbsp; <br><br>The Dark Star slowed and settled into a hover over the plains.&nbsp; Two cargo doors on either side of the hangar slid open as the hangar restraints released each mech.&nbsp; The dropship would provide fire coverage for the drop until all Mechs were grounded, then pull off to land at the base and launch aerospace cover when needed.&nbsp; Allia stepped out first onto the walk way and proceeded to the cargo door.&nbsp; Having done this many times before, she stepped Ghiestwulf off the edge, dropping the forty meters to the ground below.&nbsp; Moving quickly out of the way, she activated her Beagle Probe and her Stealth Armor, scanning the area for targets or anomalies.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>12-09-2014, 08:45:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1nnw227Y61qfh6bno1_400.png)[/floatright]<br><strong><br>Everett Yoshikawa<br>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br></strong><br><br>The cargo hatches opened, spilling a stream of metal bodies out towards the ground below. After the book-standard interval, Everett pushed the newly upgraded Butterfly out and down to land with a crunch. The unfamiliar distribution of weight from his modifications strained the gyros, but he had spent most of their journey in the simulators learning to compensate for changes. He strode forward quickly, taking up the space on Allia's immediate left to give his weaponry the most optimal fire arc he could. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>12-09-2014, 11:31:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton; Planetside<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone<br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>"Two minutes from Drop Zone"</em></span><br><br>That was the signal to to do the final system checks as they came in to their drop point.&nbsp; DJ was in the cockpit of her mech, the <em>Shinigami</em>, doing final checks as they neared their drop zone.&nbsp; She was dressed how she usually was when piloting, wearing a standard, purple bodysuit with large portions cut away, revealing that she not only wore nothing underneath the suit but also revealing her lower back and stomach as well as her arms and legs from the elbows and knees down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Piloting an energy-based mech like the <em>Wraith</em> meant that, even with the heat sinks, it got insanely hot inside.&nbsp; Bolted to the floor beside her was a small, insulated box that was designed to stay fairly cool, at least 30 degrees cooler than than the inside temperature of the cockpit.&nbsp; Inside that box were six bottles of water.&nbsp; This was a godsend because the heat made DJ sweat like a pig and she was used to constantly being on the move.&nbsp; Staying hydrated was of dire importance in a long-ranging battle with few breaks, not that they were expecting any major competition, but that was no need to get cocky.<br><br>The dropship doors quickly opened up as the ship settled into a stable, fire support hovering position.&nbsp; DJ followed after Allia's <em>Ghiestwulf</em> and Everett's <em>Butterfly</em>, moving to the walkway and leaping out of the open hatch.&nbsp; Sensors automatically activated two of the seven jumpjets at 10 meters off the ground, instantly slowing the <em>Shinigami's</em> decent and landing very lightly on the ground below.&nbsp; Without wasting a second, she moved out of the LZ and moved about a quarter of a kilometer out, staying under cover.&nbsp; Her sensors were on full alert for anything even remotely suspicious, but nothing showed up.&nbsp; Still, that didn't mean they weren't targeted and just awaiting the order to be fired upon.&nbsp; DJ found a high point and swept the area with her PPC.&nbsp; As she expected, there was no movement other that a small group of hooved creatures native to the planet about three kilometers to the east.<br><br>DJ analyzed the data coming in and noted that the planet was indeed quite warm, certainly much moreso than she was used to being in.&nbsp; It was barely midday and the temperatures were already in the lower 90s.&nbsp; If she had to guess, it'd be in the triple digits in the next two or three hours, if not sooner.&nbsp; DJ kept a closed-circuit channel open with the rest of Recon as well as the other Lances.&nbsp; The communications were set to 'Receive Only' so she was able to mutter, <strong>"Damn, this place is barren.&nbsp; Well, can't complain too much.&nbsp; Looks like the landing went pretty good so far."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>13-09-2014, 03:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/phillymynx/ec6fd896-2367-4fc6-bbba-e3a526e7ee17_zps22068cda.jpg)</div>Armina Sloane Farkas<br>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton; Planetside<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Everyone<br><hr><br><br>Armina watched as the first few left the dropship. She had made sure her mech was fired up and ready. Unfortunately slapping the final touches on her baby had eaten into a lot of her time onboard ship so, she'd had little more than a few routine sim runs with her new comrades. She'd never given her mech a name, unlike so many who'd grown that attached to their machines, that's really all it was to her. Sure, it had belonged to her father, but grueling years of war and too many deaths had stripped anything meaningful from her war machine. Instead she simply used the name everyone had called her since she had started fighting at 16, Sloane. It was easy to say, and rolled off the tongue faster than her first or last names. <br><br>When her moment came she piloted her mech out of the dropship as gracefully as one could when dropping 55 tons from such a height. The legs of her machine bent to absorb the shock that rattled her as she hit the ground. In the cockpit a warning light started to flash its blinking red light at her. Armina grunted and with an open palm slapped the board that housed the offending light which promptly went dark. "Better," she muttered, then flicked the switch to activate her mech's Guardian ECM suite. No need to allow anyone to get a clear lock on them, provided anyone was actually out there. She cleared the immediate landing area and then waited to form up with the rest of the command lance, keeping a sharp eye on the instruments and the surrounding terrain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Landshark</strong> on <strong>13-09-2014, 19:14:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10800000/Gaspard-Ulliel-gaspard-ulliel-10804113-576-698.jpg)</div><strong>Hector Skorzinni<br>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><hr><br>Hector had done his best to blend into the crew. It had worked with some and not with others. It was more than he could expect really. Most of them were life long pros from long lines of pros where as Hector was a scrap as they were called in the Tortuga Dominion. His father hadnt been a pilot and he hadnt been "properly" trained. His experiences in battle were short bloody affairs not long campaigns and his mech, though in perfect order, looked like a junker.&nbsp; <br><br>They had been given a more detailed run down of the region they would be operating in and told to expect some maneuvers in the field to get the new recruits comfortable with the lances. Hector had to admit he was a little nervous. He was on a planet that was a bit hostile to his mechs setup and he was under the eye of not one but two Company leaders. They were dropping in onto the planet and Hector knew it was a dry run for him and DJ as well as a show of force to the pirates that would undoubtedly be watching. Stepping into position he dropped to the surface flashing his jets to soften the landing. It could be frowned upon but Hectors belief was that fuel was cheaper than hydraulic repairs.<br><br>Touching down on the surface made his blood rush. All of the times before such an event lead to immediate combat and he had to occupy himself with a systems check to get his mind off of it. Everything checked out and already he could see that his heat was going to be more of an issue. Nothing that he couldnt handle but he would definitely have to keep a weary eye on his readings. Moving into position with the command lance he activated his probe and ECM suites sweeping the area. He could already pic up Gheistwulfs probe activity and smiled. The two of them could seriously mess with an enemy and over a large area.<br><br><em><strong>"Long Tom, in position."</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-09-2014, 22:19:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze, in his Spider SDR-8Xr, callsign Ronin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br><strong>In the <em>Dark Star</em></strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> DJ, Allia<br><hr><br><strong>Trutzburg-Class Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, hovering 40m above the ground west of Castleton, capital of Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 Feburary 3145</strong><br><br><em>"Final checks everyone!&nbsp; Remember your sequence and your roles."</em><br><br>I had been taking a power nap when Allia's voice woke me up.&nbsp; I shook out the cobwebs, slapped myself in the face couple of times, and banged my head against the cushion of my cockpit seat.<br><br>Ronin, my 30-ton Spider, was the lighest in the lance, and didn't have much in terms of electronics besides top-of-the-line communications and an entertainment center.&nbsp; The video game system was great for those for those long, lonely nights in recon, and the speakers were perfect for blasting songs for all occasions, such as entrance music before a drop.&nbsp; <br><br>More specialized gear was in the mechs of two of my lancemates.&nbsp; The 50 ton Uziel had a Guardian ECM Suite, and the 35 ton Ostscout also had a Guardian along with a Beagle Active Probe and a TAG laser designator.<br><br>What I lacked in electronics I made up for in mobility and coolness.&nbsp; The Ostscout was rated at 8/12/8 for walk/run/jump, just like my Spider, but with the partial wing on Ronin's back, I had extra jump range of another 60 meters, so I was at 8/12/10.&nbsp; Not only that, the wing provided some extra heat sink ability.&nbsp; And to top off that bit of coolness, I had a <em>sword</em>.<br><br>DJ's Wraith was the heaviest and easily the hardest hitter of the lance.&nbsp; She'd be able to keep up with my Spider and the Ostscout, as well as keep an eye on the slowest mech, the Uziel.<br><br>I followed the others, stepping out of the cargo doors and off the <em>Dark Star</em>.&nbsp; Some of the Black Sun company was already on the ground by the time I stepped out, but instead of falling straight down, I activated the jets so I could glide a bit in the direction of the patrol route we were going to follow.&nbsp; <br><br>I muted the music and turned on the comms to our company commander, Allia, and made it so the rest of Recon could hear.<br><br><strong>"Gheistwulf, Ronin.&nbsp; The rest of Recon is on the line.&nbsp; Starting patrol.&nbsp; Ronin will be on point.&nbsp; Shinigami will be right behind Ronin on overwatch.&nbsp; The rest will keep us in their ECM bubbles and set the picket lines.&nbsp; Let's do this.&nbsp; The sooner we move, the sooner we get some."</strong><br><br>Sword already in hand, I started walking along the patrol route.&nbsp; The Uziel would have to run to keep me protected by the ECM.<br><br><strong>"Movement to the- Never mind.&nbsp; Just a herd.&nbsp; Looks like gazelles."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>16-09-2014, 12:31:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton; Planetside<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Hiro, everyone in Recon; Open<br><hr><br><em><strong>"Gheistwulf, Ronin.&nbsp; The rest of Recon is on the line.&nbsp; Starting patrol.&nbsp; Ronin will be on point.&nbsp; Shinigami will be right behind Ronin on overwatch.&nbsp; The rest will keep us in their ECM bubbles and set the picket lines.&nbsp; Let's do this.&nbsp; The sooner we move, the sooner we get some."</strong></em><br><br>That was Hiro's voice over the speakers.&nbsp; Though they obviously couldn't see, DJ nodded her head, confirming the details.&nbsp; The four Mechs in the grouping started to spread out along various paths, keeping to a closed, encrypted frequency.&nbsp; The <em>Ostscout</em> began moving to the left side, using it's higher speed and maneuverability to navigate the rougher terrain that direction.&nbsp; The <em>Uziel</em> took to the right, circling around on the flatter terrain, quickly moving out of direct sight behind a large outcropping of rock.<br><br>That left just Hiro's <em>Spider</em>, the light, nimble, almost flimsy-looking mech, to take point.&nbsp; DJ started to follow, taking the higher path of the landscape, her sensors on maximum alert as she set out to cover all three of her Lance-mates, keeping special care to watch the <em>Ronin</em> since it depended almost solely on speed and agility rather than armor and likely wouldn't come out of an ambush smelling like a rose.<br><br>Each of the Lance's members seemed to unconsciously keep themselves about a kilometer apart to provide maximum coverage while also protecting them from all being taken out in one volley of surprise attacks.&nbsp; The distance wasn't so much that they wouldn't have time to come to the aid of one of their own, well, perhaps the <em>Uziel</em> would have trouble, the only unit lacking jumpjets.&nbsp; Besides, she was up here, higher than the rest of them and able to provide covering fire if they ever needed it.&nbsp; Out of the corner of her eye, she kept a tab on the temperature gauge, noting that while the <em>Shinigami</em> was running a few degrees hotter than usual, it was well within the parameters estimated by the techies for the planet's higher temperature.&nbsp; While she was traveling up through the area, she nearly trampled what appeared to be a small camp that, from the looks of things, had been abandoned for months now.&nbsp; Still, she called it in, opening up a channel to Hiro's <em>Ronin</em>, <strong>"Shinigami to Ronin, just found a small base camp about 0.8 kilometers due South of your position about 30 meters up the cliff-side.&nbsp; Looks like someone's been here, but it appears the camp's been abandoned for months now.&nbsp; Still, I suggest we watch our backs, over."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>16-09-2014, 16:29:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><strong>Moshe Dayan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10191162#msg10191162)</strong><br><strong>Briefing Room</strong><br><strong>Tagged: All</strong><br><hr><br><strong>Dropship <em>Dark Star</em><br>Dalton; Planetside<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><br>There wasn't much to do while waiting for a DropShip to touch down in an active combat zone. Strapped in already you could either recheck the systems for the tenth time in a row or play drums on the control panel. Moshe opted for a more relaxed option, some thermos coffee and a pulp novel. He had enough excitement to worry about once on the ground. Especially seeing as he had still not improved his skills with the PPC's. "<em>Two minutes from Drop Zone...</em>" Well, no rest for the wicked. He slammed back the last of the coffee, giving up a little squeak as it was a bit to hot for such hasty consumption. Good start, scolded his tongue before he even touched the ground...<br><br>Sho't bounded a few steps on the ramp before Moshe remembered he was supposed to be all professional and stuff. Falling in behind his lance mates in a slow trot he couldn't help but feel a strange foreboding sensation. He felt constricted already, like he had a goddamn leash around his neck, meticulously fastened to the Ghost at the head of his lance. Strike at the flanks, stay close to Gheistwulf and try to actually hit something... yeah, that was the plan for today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>16-09-2014, 23:44:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagging: </strong>Everyone<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian sat back in his pilot seat, digits resting against his lips and chin as he was still overlooking the plans Kari, Allia and he had drafted based on whatever additional information they could shake from the local authorities. It hadn't been much, but it had given them a bit of a better idea on how the pirates moved, as well as a few other options for where they could be based from. This was going to be a fight of attrition, the clanner was certain of it. As far as he could tell, they were going to avoid direct confrontation and rely on cutting off supplies, communications and simply drain their will to fight or the possibility for striking any kind of profit. After all, a mercenary company's greatest hamstring was their wallet. At least, he was assuming they were intelligent enough to take these logical steps. Most of him, the part that disliked protracted combat despite the exhilaration his warrior side experienced, hoped they were idiotic enough to try and test them.<br><br>He had done so many drops in his life, much like most others in the company, that it had lost most of its thrill. It still affected him with the powerful forces as work as much as before, but it no longer held the same luster. It was good that feeling the missiles leave his launcher bays hadn't dulled at all yet. Charybdis was in peak condition and he was certain it was going to be as entertaining to pilot as ever. Of course, his stern tone of voice wasn't going to betray any emotion of that sort whatsoever. He'd be the grumpy hardass; as always. When Alia's orders came in through the communication channels, he deactivated the screen he had been using and instead activated any remaining systems that his cockpit needed to display the battlefield as richly as ever.<br><br><strong>"Aff,"</strong> his native accent was thick on his deep voice. Once the desired altitude had been reached, disembarking was as easy as taking a few steps over the edge and relying on his exceedingly rare 'Mech to absorb the impact smoothly. His ECM suite and other countermeasures were up and running and he was ready to unleash the barrage of explosives his 'Mech was capable of fielding. Immediately, he put his 'Mech into a higher gear, but kept the speed just right to keep Command surrounded by Strike and Recon. His strict voice soon sounded over the tightbeam to Armina and Hector's crafts.<br><strong>"Sloane, Long Tom. Charybdis. Form on me. ECM suites active. Long Tom, take point. Sloane, on my left, keep an eye on Strike's lighter flank,"</strong> his order were short, brief and anything but pleasant. He expected nothing less than a well-oiled fighting force from the entire company, his own lance even more so. He was going to be keeping a close eye on the two as this would be their chance to prove their worth. Their credentials had been approved, but they meant nothing until they were put to the test. It was going to be interesting, to say the least.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>17-09-2014, 00:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><br><em>""Gheistwulf, Ronin.&nbsp; The rest of Recon is on the line.&nbsp; Starting patrol.&nbsp; Ronin will be on point.&nbsp; Shinigami will be right behind Ronin on overwatch.&nbsp; The rest will keep us in their ECM bubbles and set the picket lines.&nbsp; Let's do this.&nbsp; The sooner we move, the sooner we get some.&nbsp; Movement to the- Never mind.&nbsp; Just a herd.&nbsp; Looks like gazelles."</em><br><br>The landing was going as smoothly as she could have hoped.&nbsp; Everyone was on the ground and they had made a nice show of their arrival.&nbsp; Keying a signal, she told the Dropship pilot that they were all disembarked allowing the dropship to launch the fighters and head for the base they would set up shop.&nbsp; Allia looked over her display, the warmth of the planet already seeping into her cockpit.&nbsp; It wasn't anything they couldn't handle, but it would make a long drawn out fight difficult at best.&nbsp; Her tactical display showed recon taking up positions around the main body of the company, spread out more than a kilometer, plenty of space to pick up anything headed their way.&nbsp; <br><br>"Bear, you're with me, Butterfly and S'Hot take the left flank.&nbsp; No more than seven hundred meters from Command.&nbsp; Everyone move towards way point one and report contacts."&nbsp; It was strange being on Strike, but being the one giving orders to the troops.&nbsp; She brought Samson with her because they had worked well together in the past, his Gauntlet working well to augment her capabilities and Samson knew how to keep his distance from Gheistwulf so she could use her Stealth armor to good effect.&nbsp; She gave Moshe some room to breath, understanding that she'd been riding him fairly heavily over the past few weeks to get him comfortable with his new weapons and his new roles.&nbsp; It would be tough, but he was showing signs of life.<br><br>Allia pulled away from Samson about two hundred meters, letting the ridgeline along where they patrolled to provide some cover for her.&nbsp; She wasn't even sure that they would find anything on the first patrol, but a show of presence was necessary both for the pirates and for the population.<br><br>As they moved past the first waypoint and started towards the second point to the north east of the Volcano in the distance a momentary blip on the screen caught Allia's attention, then it was gone.&nbsp; "Shinigami, possible contact three kilometers north east of you, verify and track.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Landshark</strong> on <strong>19-09-2014, 00:50:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10800000/Gaspard-Ulliel-gaspard-ulliel-10804113-576-698.jpg)</div><strong>Hector Skorzinni<br>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><hr><br>Hector felt confident in their landing and formation. Sure the pirates would have heard of possible off world help coming in but he doubted they expected this kind of tonnage to land on their doorstep. Charybdis ordered him into point and he gladly stepped forward. With his probe it was only logical and he wanted to be in front of the chief so he could make a good showing of himself. <strong><em>Long Tom moving into position. Probe at full spectrum. </em></strong> Everything was going smooth and Hector calmed down about his heat once the the levels stabilized and he could see where he was setting as a new baseline.<br><br>Just past their first checkpoint Strike picked up on something but it had eluded Hectors sensors. Hopefully it was just a heat ghost but he focused on his sensors more and tweaked them ever time a new piece of terrain came into range. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>21-09-2014, 17:45:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>Dalton; Planetside<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Hiro, everyone in Recon, Allia; Open<br><hr><br><em><strong>"Shinigami, possible contact three kilometers north east of you, verify and track."</strong></em><br><br>That was Allia's voice.&nbsp; No sooner had she spoken than DJ turned her sensors to the location specified.&nbsp; Though she was in the Recon Lance, her sensors weren't nearly as advanced as those of the other mechs.&nbsp; However, the targeting systems of her PPC were very advanced, so as she turned those on the position, she caught the silhouette of two fast-moving vehicles before they disappeared behind the cover of the rocky ground.&nbsp; DJ frowned and re-calibrated her sensors, pulling up a shot of the vehicles.<br><br>Dj studied the images for a moment before she flipped the communication switch, allowing for all of Recon as well as Allia to listen in, <strong>"Shinigami to Ghiestwulf and Ronin, contact appears to be two fast-attack vehicles classed as Savanna Masters.&nbsp; They appeared to be moving at just over 100mph and disappeared behind cover.&nbsp; I suggest that we investigate.&nbsp; We may have stumbled upon a supply route for the pirates.&nbsp; Worst case scenario is we scare a bunch of locals out for a drive, over."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 22:13:31</strong>
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				(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/thumb/9/90/Savannah_Master.jpg/250px-Savannah_Master.jpg)<br>Dalton<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br><br><hr><br>Harper Davies Uziel moved quickly up along side DJ's Wraith to provide secondary sensors to track the small hovercraft.&nbsp; The terrain was hilly with dips and ridges that made visual and sensor contact intermittent.&nbsp; The dust and dirt the two Savannah Master's put into the air did little to hide their location but obscured any visual tracking also.&nbsp; The two craft split one heading north west to the north of the large volcano, the other headed directly west towards the heavily broken terrain at the base of the volcano where it dropped from contact all together.&nbsp; <br><br>Both Savannah Masters pushed the edge of the sensors max range as they approached five kilometers from the formation.&nbsp; The hovercraft to the north headed for a small village.&nbsp; By the way the Savannah masters broke and ran it wouldn't stand to hard to believe they were scouts or perimeter security for something in the region. Harper Davies piped over the recon net to DJ.&nbsp; "Wow, they're off to the races.&nbsp; You think we should pursue?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>26-09-2014, 11:19:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagging: </strong>Hector Skorzinni, Armina Sloane Farkas<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">The surroundings were quiet, as expected. It wasn't as if their arrival had been any kind of stealthy. But than again, the company was under no pressure to hide their presence. Their opponents, on the other hand, would be more than content to make their lives miserable. The fact that they had not come out to meet them in force meant Damian had been correct; they weren't foolish enough to think they could engage a several lances of 'Mechs, largely piloted by experienced warriors. As expected, the merchant in him cursed the fact that they would need to spend time and money on that mudball, while the warrior in him praised the chance to get into an exciting scrap. His attention remained fixed on his surroundings, his eagle eye scanning the horizon visually as he tried to spy any movement he could. While he had sensors advanced enough to serve in Recon, he didn't have their forward position, meaning the two craft that had split up had escaped his notice.<br><br>His lancemates would soon realize that he was a very quiet man to have lead you. He would only ever speak when necessary, and they would find nothing irks him as quickly as pointless banter. He was a clanner, and discipline was going to be enforced to a ridiculous degree. That being said, silence wasn't always a good thing, especially if nerves were to run high. Another reason why he served better as tactical adviser than a commander.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Landshark</strong> on <strong>26-09-2014, 19:30:30</strong>
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				Hector ha finally picked up the targets just as they broke in different direction on the extreme edge of his sensors. If theses were scouts for the pirates then this could get interesting and quick. He overlaid the sensor with a satilte map to get a feel for what was just outside of his sensor reach.&nbsp; He didnt like what he saw. The one that broke away from the volcano was headed for a small town which meant they either had support there or were looking to hide amongst the populace should the company come to investigate. The other had made for a rough patch of earth that would cause issues for mechs. He knew the tactic well for the scout vehicles of his old company had done similar actions.<br><br>Flipping to the Command Lance channel <strong>"Sir, one signal has made for a community i believe and the other has made for rough terrain when i lost contact due to range."</strong> Hector paused. He knew what the one on terrain might be up too but he didnt know if that was common sense to an experienced merc or not. Pirates fought different than governments though so he decided to take the chance of offending the chief. <strong>"Its an old pirate tactic to gain distance and get lost in the sensor shadows. If he intentionally seems to come into view again soon its a trap. Small less equipped unit will mine rough terrain to knock out Mechs legs or keep then slow inside a pre designated mortar strike zone."</strong> The more he talked the more he realized just how stupid he sounded. Of course Damian knew this already. Hell they probably taught him that tactic in preschool. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 20:36:35</strong>
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				Everett was busily occupied troubleshooting the retrofits to his mech as he held flanking position with the rest of Strike Lance. There was a glitch refusing compatibility between his main targeting computer and the Light PPC's FoF software - anything radiating more than a hundred degrees of heat was appearing hostile, including various parts of the terrain and every other 'Mech in the formation. While the diagnostics worked on patching the bug, he kept an eye out at the others, and saw Recon scattering in pursuit of something with Command altering formation slightly. Not being in the Recon com loop, he didn't know what was out there, but hopefully his electronics problems would work themselves out before they got stuck in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 03:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/phillymynx/ec6fd896-2367-4fc6-bbba-e3a526e7ee17_zps22068cda.jpg)</div>Armina Sloane Farkas<br>Command Lance, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagging: Hector Skorzinni, Damian Harper<br><hr><br>Armina watched her sensors and listened to the comms as orders were given and comments made. She hadn't needed to be told to activate her mech's ECM, that had been on within 30 seconds of making planetfall. Her only comm was a quick <strong>"Acknowledged"</strong> at the order to form up on Damian's left. She continually glanced between her sensors and using her eyes to scan the terrain while she listened to Hector's commentary. She nodded quietly in her mech, it was the sort of tactic she'd been part of during the war in the Marik-Stewart Commonwealth. Use a bit of bait, lure the enemy force into a minefield or ranged guns and pulverize them, then rush out to destroy as many as you could before you withdrew and started over again. <br><br>Though she herself was rather stoic in the cockpit, a childhood of war and death hadn't exactly left her very chatty, she thought Hector's words wise and so flipped her command lance comm open, <strong>"I agree with Hector's assessment Sir, we used similar tactics in the Silver Hawks. I recommend caution in proceeding."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 20:08:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dalton<br>Dalton Syste<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><br><em>"Shinigami to Ghiestwulf and Ronin, contact appears to be two fast-attack vehicles classed as Savanna Masters.&nbsp; They appeared to be moving at just over 100mph and disappeared behind cover.&nbsp; I suggest that we investigate.&nbsp; We may have stumbled upon a supply route for the pirates.&nbsp; Worst case scenario is we scare a bunch of locals out for a drive, over."</em><br><br><em> "Wow, they're off to the races.&nbsp; You think we should pursue?"</em><br><br><em>"Sir, one signal has made for a community i believe and the other has made for rough terrain when i lost contact due to range. Its an old pirate tactic to gain distance and get lost in the sensor shadows. If he intentionally seems to come into view again soon its a trap. Small less equipped unit will mine rough terrain to knock out Mechs legs or keep then slow inside a pre designated mortar strike zone."</em><br><br><em>"I agree with Hector's assessment Sir, we used similar tactics in the Silver Hawks. I recommend caution in proceeding."</em><br><br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/VolcanoMechView_zpsc97c6f34.jpg)<br><br>Allia took in the reports from the unit, realizing that there were a lot of ways that this could go if the Pirates were waiting for them, or at least notified of their arrival.&nbsp; They'd received very little in terms of the full capability of the pirates outside of the raids where the Hussars were actively engaging the pirates.&nbsp;But there wasn't any way of knowing which way to take the situation.&nbsp; She looked out at the field trying to imagine what she would do.&nbsp; "All units hold position!"&nbsp; She called out along the command frequency to make sure everyone heard it.&nbsp; "S'hot, Butterfly link up with Long Tom, and sweep to the south west towards the small mountain, see if you can't pick up anything with Long Tom's Beagle.&nbsp; Stay at long range just in case.&nbsp; Shinigami, Sloane, Link up with me.&nbsp; We're going to sweep west towards the volcano edge.&nbsp; Bear, Ronin, Rabid and Harper link up with command and spread out.<br><br>Allia pulled Gheistwulf back down the edge of the ridgeline she was on, turning off her stealth armor and activating her Beagle Probe she linked up in the middle of the line with Sloane and Shinigami heading west.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 00:23:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagging: </strong>Hector Skorzinni, Armina Sloane Farkas<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian tapped a few commands into his 'Mech's systems to broaden the range of his sensors, though decreasing their efficiency at the mention of those blips briefly appearing within range. A few other taps brought up the detailed maps he always made up for himself, using a legend so complicated it began to resemble hieroglyphs more than anything someone could reasonably understand. However, it helped the gears in his head spin gleefully, so why would one complain? Hector's and Armina's assessments were entirely apt. Sadly, they didn't have any means of figuring out for certain what the best course of action was; at least for now. But, it did set both warriors on the path to proving they were worth the extensive background checks Damian had had to make, as well as the sizable paychecks they would be paid. He opened the communication channel to the two 'Mechs in his lance to respond with an idle flick of a switch.<br><strong>"Sometimes it's better to spring the trap with the tip of your toe; only to return the favor with your own. Nothing else we can do but press on for now. Long Tom, keep supporting Recon from the front of Command; Sloane, keep an eye out for the one that vanished into the village,"</strong> Damian ordered as his hand moved to rub his stubbled chin. If they thought they would have received the praise they did deserve from him, they would be wrong. If by the end of it they did not receive a laundry list of nitpicking, they would be fortunate. But, it was only the clanner's odd way of showing there really wasn't anything important to call them out on. His version of "good job". It would take time to get used to that, however.<br><br>Damian then heard Allia's commands over the comm and expected his lancemates to follow orders immediately. He maintained his position and armed his long-range missile launchers in case rapid response was called for.<br><strong>"Aff,"</strong> was his brief response, as always.<br>He had no further input at the moment, but he was already analyzing what they could be up to. They had nowhere to run. If they did, their fight was over. These people were trying to make a point of some sort, and they weren't going to leave without a fight. Scouts were the most likely nature of the two, and it was not far'fetched at all to believe they would be hiding among the local populace.<br><strong>"Gheistwulf, Charybdis. We know these pirates have no regards for the safety of civilians. They will be hiding something in that village. My guess is artillery of some sort. Some of the unconfirmed reports we received spoke of long-range canon fire. Ousting them from there will be extremely difficult without destroying at least a few houses,"</strong> he explained as his amber hues slipped along a route that would take them towards the volcano in a very wide berth. <strong>"Prioritizing the mountain could force them to break out of there and come as reinforcements. Keep a 'Mech or two on standby and they would be easy pickings,"</strong> he finished.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 06:55:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/phillymynx/ec6fd896-2367-4fc6-bbba-e3a526e7ee17_zps22068cda.jpg)</div>Armina Sloane Farkas<br>Command Lance, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br><hr><br><strong>"Gheistwulf, Sloane, order acknowledged. Moving to your position."</strong> Armina spoke into her mic, while depressing the comm button. She then flipped over to the command lance channel, <strong>"Charybdis, breaking formation to join with Gheistwulf. Good hunting sir."</strong> <br><br>Armina shook her head slightly as she moved her mech away from her lance commander to join with Allia's mech, she hoped her commanders had a plan, she wasn't about to wade her mech into the middle of a town and start blasting away, c-bills or not. As she moved, she kept a sharp eye on her sensors and scanned the surroundings with her ever reliable mark one eyeball. Sometimes the eyes saw things electronics just couldn't pick up, a rock out of place, a strange pack of dirt. Her old militia unit had proven often enough that those that relied too heavily on their instruments often paid a price, after all, simple mines and tripwires don't show up on scans.<br>&nbsp;<br>She spared a quick glance at Allia's mech, a Ghost. Supposedly, they'd been developed as a counterpart to her own type of mech, a Griffin. Having never worked with anyone who'd piloted one before, Armina couldn't help but wonder if they would make a good combination. Between the two of them, they certainly packed a good array of long range weaponry while still maintaining maneuverability. The Wraith she was more familiar with. They had a good combination of speed and firepower that could make them very dangerous in the right hands. She'd also seen one piloted by a novice when she was still quite young who tried to engage a Timberwolf in his Wraith, thinking his speed would keep him safe. Unfortunately, that pilot only managed to make a suicide run right into the wolf's lasers. She certainly hoped that DJ was a more capable pilot. <br>&nbsp;<br>A moment later she was within range of Allia's and DJ's mechs, the ECM bubble of her Guardian suite enveloping them both. She hoped that it would help throw off any enemy sensors that might try and lock in on them. And if they truly had artillery in that town, well, maybe they'd be bad shots doing things the old fashioned way. She thumbed her comm once more, <strong>"Sloane in position on you Sir."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 19:41:37</strong>
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				Everett Fletcher-Yoshikawa<br>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br><hr><br><strong>"Butterfly copies, Geistwulf. We'll flush the game from cover and let you run them down."</strong><br><br>The PPC targeter had finally stopped complaining about incompatibility, so he left it alone and fiddled with com systems to set up an impromptu channel connecting him and the other two members of the makeshift lance. <strong>"Long Tom, you're on point; you've got the sensors to find them and the metal to take a hit. S'hot, pick a shoulder and stay on it, I'll mirror match you. Let's find these sons of bitches and make their day a lot more interesting, shall we?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 00:08:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>Dalton; Planetside<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Allia, Armina; Open<br><hr><br><em><strong>"S'hot, Butterfly link up with Long Tom, and sweep to the south west towards the small mountain, see if you can't pick up anything with Long Tom's Beagle.&nbsp; Stay at long range just in case.&nbsp; Shinigami, Sloane, Link up with me.&nbsp; We're going to sweep west towards the volcano edge.&nbsp; Bear, Ronin, Rabid and Harper link up with command and spread out."</strong></em> came Allia's voice over the coms.&nbsp; <br><br>DJ replied, <em>"Copy that,"</em> but kept her finger off the com button, letting herself fall back into a covering position closer to the <em>Ghiestwulf</em>.&nbsp; No need to add to any jabber going on on the frequencies after all.&nbsp; Once in position, DJ took to the high grounds, letting her more maneuverable <em>Shinigami</em> have more vision over the area.&nbsp; Her mech didn't have the sensors of the other two, but it certainly had the range, speed, and firepower to take on foes long before that entered into their own firing range.&nbsp; DJ didn't really know the pilot of the <em>Griffin</em> very well, but she assumed that she was capable, else she wouldn't have been selected by the Black Suns.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Shinigami taking to the skies.&nbsp; Going up the hillside to get better vision of the surrounding areas.&nbsp; Keeping within the ECM bubble, over."</strong>&nbsp; She kept her conversation short as she fired up four of the seven jumpjets on her mech to leap up about 50 meters up the hillside, then another 50, landing atop the ridgeline that ran most of the way to the volcano.&nbsp; That's when she noticed a strange blip on the edge of her sensors.&nbsp; Frowning, DJ thumbed the communications, <strong>"Shinigami to Gheistwulf and Sloane, detected something strange just off the radar along the northern edge of the volcano.&nbsp; Going up about 50 meters to see if I can get a better visual.&nbsp; Staying within the ECM bubble to stray on the side of caution, over."</strong><br><br>She fired up a short burst from the mech's jets again, leaping up a few more meters, leaving her a few hundred meters up and to the front of the others.&nbsp; DJ had her sensors on maximum and caught the blip, this time lasting just long enough to get a rough signal before it disappeared again.&nbsp; She was already at the very edge of the ECM bubble and didn't want to compromise the rest of her squad, so she activated her Shinigami's ER PPC and scanned the area while toggling the communications again, <strong>"Shinigami to Gheistwulf and Sloane.&nbsp; I am about 120 meters above your position and about 250 meters ahead of you.&nbsp; I think we might have what appears to be a Locust.&nbsp; It's out of my sensor range and appears to be keeping it that way.&nbsp; I recommend we stay on full alert as this may very well be a trap we're walking into.&nbsp; I'm not so worried about the Locust than artillery fire or a minefield.&nbsp; Shinigami holding position and providing cover, over."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ragarth</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 02:06:08</strong>
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				<strong>Talia Kastuev</strong><br><strong>Dalton</strong><br><strong>Dalton System</strong><br><strong>Duchy of Oriente</strong><br><strong>5 February 3145</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody<br><hr><br>Talia was laying belly down on a tall hill about 1.5 clicks east of the action zone. Prone as she was, most sensors wouldn't touch her, but the drab brown thermal blanket atop her was the added assurance to make sure her thermal and visual signature was non-existent. Her mech, Duck, was exhibiting its namesake, crouched behind the hill, its position chosen to mask it from the patrol routes of the pirates that Talia had been observing for the past week, its systems in standby for when she'd need it.<br><br>Today represented more than just a weeks work for Talia, it represented a solid month's work tracking a target that had made it to her personal most wanted list, a Jenner pilot named Johannes Wilkes. The sting of her lance's death was still sharp in her heart mere days before the ambush, and it was a violent turn of the blade when she found out that two of the executioners had survived: Johannes Wilkes and Varent Roberts. The small band of pirates had disbanded as well, having suffered a similar catastrophic loss as her own team, and the two survivors had separated and gone their own ways. Varent's trail was cold, but Johannes was obviously inept at disappearing and left a trail as white as phosphor fire for her to follow right to the doorstep of these pirates. It's amazing how well a few C-bills work at greasing lips, and a snitch had informed Talia of Johannes' intent on joining a group on Dalton, a ragtag cobble of malcontents and lowlifes pulled together by someone close to the Principality of Regulus's government, but the details didn't matter, only that she was within a bullet's arc of her prey.<br><br>Incommunicado for a week, Talia hadn't received the news of a mercenary group having been called in to clean up the pirates. Rather, her first sign that something was up came a couple days ago when the patrol patterns of the pirates had changed. She had wondered then what was going on, but now she hard her answer: They were preparing for these newcomers. Ultimately she had two real options for taking down Johannes: Either when his turn to patrol came up, or when he went out on raid. This new development, however, produced a third option: When the pirates respond to this new band of muscle.<br><br>Talia figured that, being a light mech pilot, Johannes would most likely keep to the side lines away from the direct heavies and fulfill one of a number of potential roles there in trying to put down these mercs. If she could strike from behind and take him by surprise, she might be able to subdue him and exact her revenge before his new found allies had a chance to respond. Johannes would be a corpse briquette before anyone knew what was up. With any luck, the plan would go off, but in all honesty, plans are as fickle as the assumptions they're built upon.<br><br>Talia continued her observation, watching the mercs and two hovercraft dance through her binoculars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 04:29:30</strong>
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				Allia watched her tactical display as Hector turned his Gunslinger to the south along with Moshe and Everett close in tow.&nbsp; She hoped their speed and Hector's weight would dissuade any plans at a surprise attack.&nbsp; As she turned west towards the Volcano's edge, she smiled as DJ and Armina closed with her.&nbsp; Activating her Beagle probe she swept the field in front of them visually as the probe sought out targets.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Shinigami to Gheistwulf and Sloane, detected something strange just off the radar along the northern edge of the volcano.&nbsp; Going up about 50 meters to see if I can get a better visual.&nbsp; Staying within the ECM bubble to stray on the side of caution, over....Shinigami to Gheistwulf and Sloane.&nbsp; I am about 120 meters above your position and about 250 meters ahead of you.&nbsp; I think we might have what appears to be a Locust.&nbsp; It's out of my sensor range and appears to be keeping it that way.&nbsp; I recommend we stay on full alert as this may very well be a trap we're walking into.&nbsp; I'm not so worried about the Locust than artillery fire or a minefield.&nbsp; Shinigami holding position and providing cover, over."</em><br><br>Rolling her eyes, Allia couldn't understand the need for rookie's to clog up the radios with non-essential banter.&nbsp; <em>Oh well!</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she watched her beagle pick up two contacts.&nbsp; One lined up with the position of the Locust, the other seemed to be up on a ridge, powered down to minimal power and crouched to hide it's signature.&nbsp; "Charybdis, unknown contact hidden on that ridge line to the north."&nbsp; Allia punched in a short command on the console which sent the Beagle contact position tight beam to her command lance.&nbsp; "Strike, move slowly.&nbsp; We're inside ten kilometers from those two mountains." <br><br>Just as Allia's comment hit the airwaves, a wave of explosions impacted the ground just short of where S'hot, Butterfly, and Long Tom were headed.&nbsp; At the same time the white plume of smoke signalling a heavy missile launch erupted from the side of the volcano.&nbsp; White streams of smoke streaked across the sky towards Allia and her Lance.&nbsp; Her Beagle began screaming for attention.&nbsp; "Arrows!!!! Scatter!!" She screamed into the comms as she turned Ghost perpendicular to their approach vector in hopes of breaking contact with the missiles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 01:18:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagging: </strong>Armina Sloane Farkas, Allia Rowe<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">As the stern clanner heard Armina's transmission, his hand idly reached over to the button on his console that would allow him to voice his response. As always, it was appropriately brief.<br><strong>"Aff',"</strong> was all she would hear, though he tuned his sensors to keep track of her. No rookies from his lance were going to get themselves into trouble on his watch. So far, however, she seemed one of the more professional ones of the bunch and that sat well with him. He was still going to postpone his verdict until a later time, however. With comms going silent again, he continued along the planned route, his head leaning calmly against a stretched index finger and thumb.<br><br>When Allia's orders sounded, that same hand reached for the control again and the speaker system on her end would expel the stern tonality of his vocals. <strong>"Aff'."</strong><br>Straightening himself so he was comfortable, the experienced pilot double-checked all systems, figuring it was not going to take much longer for the chaos to erupt. The instant the massive projectile appeared on his radar, however, he attempted to get a lock on it and fire some of his missiles to stop it before it hit the ground. However, the launch had been too sudden and evasive maneuvers forced him to abandon the effort.<br><strong>"Long Tom, Sloane, Charybdis. Evasive maneuvers until we can properly pinpoint the shooters,"</strong> he ordered, remaining as calm as ever despite the ordnance being casually hurled at them. Pushing the custom Ha Otoko to its top speed, he pushed the craft to move out of the way as best he could. He remained close to the back of Strike Lance in an attempt to have his anti missile systems make them a much harder target to hit.<br><br>He knew this operation was going to be more trouble than expected. He hated being right.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 04:00:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/phillymynx/ec6fd896-2367-4fc6-bbba-e3a526e7ee17_zps22068cda.jpg)</div> Armina Sloane Farkas<br>Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br><hr><br><em>Shit</em>, Armina thought to herself. Her mech had been a bit left and slightly behind Allia's. She saw her Ghost turn and pick up speed as the warning screamed over her speakers. Instinctively, Armina followed. If she ran from her leader, the ECM bubble her mech projected wouldn't cover them both, exposing Allia to a potentially murderous lock on, assuming the pirates hadn't all ready managed to penetrate the electronic jamming her mech produced. She kicked her mech's throttles open and her fairly nimble medium mech exploded into action. As she moved her eyes never dropped to the controls, she knew every dial and button as if they were a part of her body, instead she kept her eyes glued to the mountain where the enemy fire emanated. <br>&nbsp;<br>As she moved she thought about these pirates. Most pirates preferred energy weapons or low cost ammo like machine guns. Arrow systems were expensive, especially the homing kind. That's why so many raiders, and even merc groups switched their mechs from ammo systems, too often the costs just ate up too much profit. The conclusion popped into her head; these had to be more than just simple pirates, somebody had to be backing them.<br><br>She glanced down at her sensors once more, silently cursing the lack of any targets to lock onto.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ragarth</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 16:58:26</strong>
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				<strong>Talia Kastuev (Duck)</strong><br><strong>Dalton</strong><br><strong>Dalton System</strong><br><strong>Duchy of Oriente</strong><br><strong>5 February 3145</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>"Frack!" Talia yelled as she saw the launch plume from the side of the volcano. There was no choice, really, plan C just went out the window, along with D and E--the mercs she thought would make some nice hunting dogs to flush her quarry had just licked a bee's nest. If they go down from artillery fire now, the pirates would turtle and just make demands by radio, their threat could be levied without even leaving their den. Plus she couldn't just leave a bunch of muscle heads to get pounded into an early grave.<br><br>She jumped up, running down the slope and scrambling up the rocks of her makeshift stairs to throw herself into the cockpit. One hand spooled up the power plant, armed the weapons and brought her beast of war online while the other opens an all-channel broadcast.<br><br>"Hold fire! Hold fire! This is Johannes! The mercs are friendly! Repeat: They support the cause!" It's a bluff as thin as rice paper, but even if it buys a sliver of a second, it should give those high speed units she saw enough time to flank the artillery. Who knows, maybe these pirates are as dumb as they look. Damn her conscience.<br><br>In the time it takes her to bleat out the lie, her mech rises from its crouch, ready for action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 23:36:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br><strong>Dalton; Planetside<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Allia, Armina; Open<br><hr><br>Things were going just great.&nbsp; It seemed that they had so far remained fairly unnoticed and were about to corner the hidden foe when all hell broke loose!&nbsp; For a moment, five small blips appeared on DJ's sensors just as Allia shouted, <strong><em>"Arrows!!!! Scatter!!"</em></strong>&nbsp; The missiles appeared to be locked in towards the the other two mechs in DJ's lance, but one must has sensed her <em>Shinigami</em> as it veered off to her direction.&nbsp; DJ muttered, off the frequencies of course, "Shit!" as she noticed the missile veering to her.&nbsp; They appeared to be the kind of missiles that were dubbed as 'Fire-n-Forget.'&nbsp; She'd dealt with these things in the past and waited until the singular missile that was coming her way was in a certain range before she fired up two jets and jumped over the missile, clearing it by 15 feet.&nbsp; The missile's speed was too great for it to change course as it slammed into the ridge about 45 meters back, causing a small landslide.<br><br>As DJ's mech landed and she was maneuvering into cover with the other members of the lance, radio silence was breached, but not by anyone she knew.&nbsp; A look at the frequency revealed that it was on all channels, <em><strong>"Hold fire! Hold fire! This is Johannes! The mercs are friendly! Repeat: They support the cause!"</strong></em>&nbsp; DJ didn't have time to think anymore on that as a heat signature suddenly appeared at the edges of her sensors, too big to be anything but a mech of some sort.&nbsp; She quickly warmed up her pulse lasers, ready to their rapid-fire pulses for defense as she retreated back to the rest of the lance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>11-10-2014, 01:50:57</strong>
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				Everett Fletcher-Yoshikawa<br>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br><hr><br>The shockwave from the near-misses set Butterfly's gyroscopes wild again, and it took several seconds for Everett to restabilize. Even as he fought the controls for balance, he was steering for whatever cover might be available between him and the volcano slope.<br><br>"Long Tom, pop that Beagle and find their spotter. That much artillery can pin the entire unit down if we can't break their targeting."<br><br>&nbsp;Following his own advice, he looked to short-range sensors - nothing approaching the sensitivity of an Active Probe, but a TAG in laser-paint mode wasn't the stealthiest piece of equipment either.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-10-2014, 02:55:47</strong>
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				Dalton<br>Dalton Syste<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagged: Long Tom, Shinigami, Sloane, Duck<br><br>The Arrow missiles corkscrewed in multiple directions as Allia's lance broke up.&nbsp; Each missile turned to meet their designated mech only to overreach their aimpoints as all of the mechs scattered from their original position.&nbsp; Two missiles impacted beside Gheistwulf, throwing up dirt and rocks, lightly damaging the armor on her legs as the mech turned away from the blasts.&nbsp; The other three missiles turned towards&nbsp; Shinigami and Sloane, all three seemed to loose track and guide towards the last known location of the mechs once they came within fifty meters.<br><br>A second salvo of artillery impacted long of where Long Tom's lance stood.&nbsp; Sensors just barely picking up the thunder of the cannons firing coming from the short hill east of the Volcano.&nbsp; Hector's Active probe just barely picked up three signatures about three quarters of the way up the small mountain.&nbsp; It took the computer a minute to identify the units due to being on the extreme range of the probes range.&nbsp; But the computer finally designated the targets.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/thumb/8/8e/PadillaAT.JPG/800px-PadillaAT.JPG.png)</div><br>two Padilla Artillery Tanks sat on the south side of the mountain while (http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/7/7b/Sokuryou.PNG) a Sokuryou Industrial Mech sat on a ridge on the western side of the mountain, just enough to have a clear view of the units approaching on the ground from the east.<br><br>A new volley of artillery that could only have come from the side of the volcano where the Arrow IV's launched from impacted the ground on the side of the Raven that ran onto the scene just as it ran past.&nbsp; The explosions threw rock and metal at the skinny legs of the Raven.&nbsp; It would only be a matter of time till the artillery ranged in on the running Raven. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 20:23:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagging: </strong>Armina Sloane Farkas, Allia Rowe<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian's ECM suite was working overtime to try and disrupt the guidance systems of the potent explosives being hurled towards the unit en mass, but he could only cover so much ground with it before he was forced to exclude allies in the cut-off. A quick assessment to figure out where the other two of his Lance were, allowed him to reposition so he could cover anyone not falling under their bubbles. So far, they had been able to avoid being ripped apart, but they were sitting ducks out there. He left the orders to Allia, but they needed to press on. Knowing those would be her following orders, or at least assuming as much, Damian began to make his way to some of the hills leading up to the volcano, hoping to get cover, but also a better vantage point. Once in position, he would begin unleashing a barrage of missiles. The range involved was going to be to the detriment of his aim, but with his FCS suite powered up, he hoped he would be able to keep them on target. He focused his aim primarily on any vehicle or 'Mech that seemed to be working as spotters for the artillery itself.<br><br>It was obvious these pirates were packing far more heat than they were warned of, but they had also only received this ordnance recently, or had been clever enough to hold back, as none of the reports of their raids had spoken of anything beyond a ragtag presence. They were supposed to be an annoyance, not packing Arrow missiles capable of shredding a 'Mech apart. Damian remained silent, however, as his lancemates had been spread out by Allia's orders and he remained relatively unattached to any specific part of the battlefield. He presumed his actions were left up to his own judgment, and that was telling him to take the fight to the enemy; albeit cautiously.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ragarth</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 21:21:09</strong>
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				<strong>Talia Kastuev (Duck)</strong><br><strong>Dalton</strong><br><strong>Dalton System</strong><br><strong>Duchy of Oriente</strong><br><strong>5 February 3145</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charybdis<br><hr><br>Talia's mech shifts behind the ridge, using it as cover to disrupt the sensors on those artillery missiles. "Dammit!" She yells to herself as debris and dirt pelt her mech, not even giving thought to thank her comms for having the foresight to be turned off after her last broadcast. A moment later the raven's powerful Angel ECM suite and Bloodhound active probe come online as well and she moves to bring Damian's stragglers into her protective bubble. She keeps an eye to the sky, if any missiles look like they'll strike regardless of all the ECM here, she'll shoot a salvo of MRM's at the ground to use the explosion of dirt and dust to hamper the missile. "I'm a friendly!" she tightbeams to the Ha Otoko that looks like its in charge, hoping that it has comms open to hear her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 06:47:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/phillymynx/ec6fd896-2367-4fc6-bbba-e3a526e7ee17_zps22068cda.jpg)</div> Armina Sloane Farkas<br>Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br><hr><strong><br>"Gheistwulf, Sloane. Recommend we move south-west at high speed and sweep around enemy positions. If we don't move they'll chew us up Commander,"</strong> Armina spoke over a private comm to Allia. She hoped the woman would agree, it was either that, retreat, or march straight in, and she didn't particularly care for either of those last two options. <br><br>The sudden blare of another pilot over the comm channel interrupted her thoughts, and set Armina to looking about through the armored screen of her mech. <em>"Where the hell did that come from?"</em> she muttered to herself. Seeing no immediate threat she pushed the new voice to the side, no time to worry about that, she had more immediate threats to think about. She handled her mech with a practiced ease, she'd been piloting the same beast for over eight years, more than enough time to become accustomed to all of her machine's quirks. She continued to move along with Allia, keeping them covered with the ECM, hoping that would help, of course, being in the open, and with enough time and a tag laser, the enemy could burn through the electronic noise pretty quickly. Allia had to decide quickly, Armina just hoped her new boss would make the right decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 02:53:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br><strong>Allia Rowe<br>Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC Updated Map</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/DaltonMap_zpsacdc7390.jpg)</div><strong>Hope this is a better Map!&nbsp; The map is oriented north south.&nbsp; The hill to the south east of the volcano is the hill where the artillery is coming from.&nbsp; The light blotch in the north east is a crevice at the base of the volcano.&nbsp; The dark grey is road, while the white is the cities.&nbsp; Dark green is elevated surface.<br><br>I wasn't sure where Talia is so I left her off the map.&nbsp; Allia is in the north, Long Tom is in the south and Command Lance is back towards the road and ridges.</strong></div></div><br><br><br><em>"Gheistwulf, Sloane. Recommend we move south-west at high speed and sweep around enemy positions. If we don't move they'll chew us up Commander,"</em><br><br>"Everyone fall back to commands position!!&nbsp; Allia yelled over the unit comm freq hoping no one was having equipment failures.&nbsp; She spun Gheistwulf on it's heels, keeping her eyes on the ridge line to make sure no more Arrow's came screaming towards them.&nbsp; Checking her tactical display, she watched to make sure Shinigami and Sloane were right behind her. <br><br>As she regrouped with the rest of Command Lance she made sure to mark the position on her display for the last known of the launch points.&nbsp; "Charybdis, what's your assessment?&nbsp; Looks like we have artillery set on the ridges.&nbsp; Thoughts?&nbsp; I need options people!&nbsp; She called out to the company as they started to join the group.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Renegade Vile</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 21:55:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br><strong>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br>Tagging: </strong>Allia Rowe, Talia Kastuev<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Charybdis groaned with the strain placed upon its metallic structure when another shell impacted far too close for comfort. They were starting to pin the lance's long range support down. Despite the tremendous range Damian had at his disposal, it was nothing compared to the artillery deployed so far away, with elevation playing for their team as well. He and anyone else packing weapons that could reach, needed to get in close without being ripped apart. And for that, they would need a diversion. Allia's request for tactical advice came at the perfect time. He kept their communications private, so she could reach a decision without interruption. A gloved finger reached for the button to open the channel and the clanner's voice, exotic accent and all, came through loud and clear; and as calm as ever.<br><br><strong>"Retreat is not an option, lieutenant. There iss too much open ground and half the company will get ripped to shreds. We need to dislodge them from there. Despite the high ground, they have got no real cover up there once they start taking fire. I suggest I move to the hills and start picking at the artillery, but I am going to need a diversion; Charybdis is not fast enough to make it,"</strong> he started, keeping his movement erratic and trying to have as much in the line of sight as possible. <strong>"I suggest recon makes an attempt to circle around, but a faked one. It is sure to make them a priority target and keep the fire off myself and anyone else with the gear to hit them from the southern hills. Once I am up there, Recon can move in proper and mop up what does not flee quickly enough,"</strong> he theorized, though he kept his position until ordered otherwise by Allia.<br><br>It was at that point, while awaiting Allia's response that he received a transmission from someone he wasn't familiar with.<br><strong>"This is Charybdis of the Black Sun Company. Identify yourself or you will be tagged as hostile,"</strong> his clanner roots would be more than noticeable in his accent and demeanor, as he seemed completely earnest in his threat. As he spoke, he made sure to relay the conversation to Allia, so she would hear it as well. He expected Allia would keep quiet, however, as the unidentified individual seemed to be under the impression Damian was the commanding officer. Keeping them deceived could prevent Allia from becoming target number one.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>25-10-2014, 21:30:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/phillymynx/ec6fd896-2367-4fc6-bbba-e3a526e7ee17_zps22068cda.jpg)</div> Armina Sloane Farkas<br>Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br><hr><br>For not the first time in her life, Armina wondered just what in the hell one of her commanders was thinking, retreat to discuss options? Armina shook her head, that was foolish. They'd be exposed to fire while they retreated, and then have further to cross if they decided to assault the enemy position. With Damian using a private comm, Armina had no idea he was sending a message to the commander, she responded on the command frequency, <strong>"Commander, you have my suggestion. We take our mediums and sweep southwest between the mountain and volcano, lights sweep south east, while the heavier slow mechs demonstrate on the enemy front to keep them occupied." </strong><br><br>Inside the cockpit she shook her head, this wasn't a time for discussion, this was a time for command to be giving orders and expecting them to be followed. Discussions were for around campfires or in between firefights, not while taking fire. Still, she kept her mech behind the Lieutenants, interposing it between her commander and the mountain, and following her commander's lead. She might have her doubts about the Lieutenant's ability, but she wasn't about to question it in the field. While processing those thoughts, she kept her eyes peeled for the source of the earlier strange transmission and any more incoming missile blooms.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Battletech 3145 - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>25-10-2014, 21:41:21</strong>
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				Everett Fletcher-Yoshikawa<br>Dropship Black Sun, Dalton<br>Dalton System<br>Duchy of Oriente<br>5 February 3145<br><hr><br>It was increasingly difficult for Everett to keep quietly listening, but he still had plenty of reserves of discipline to fall back on. The string of decisions that resulted in this cluster-frag was less than heartening, though, and the call from the command lance for ideas and opinions was to his mind even worse. A leader's job was to lead - mercenary units didn't make decisions in the field by committee.<br><br>"Command, we have at least one of the enemy spotters in view from here - a light Industrial 'Mech retrofitted with a TAG. Long Tom's rifles can take it under accurate fire and disable or suppress its ability to direct fire. My recommendation would be to close at best possible speed, under cover where available, while seeking and eliminating enemy fire control; artillery firing blind is a lesser threat. And get our air support scrambled; if they get here in time, they can wipe that artillery off the face of the mountain."
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