On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)
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				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 06:33:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">BATTLETECH 3050<br>-<br>ON THE RECEIVING END</span></span><br><br>IC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.0)<br>OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157975.0)<br>Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157978.0)<br>Mission Breifings (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157976.0)<br>Project Development (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159179.0)<br>Deleted Scenes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=161278.0)</div><br><hr><br>A night before battle was always a happy occasion in the company. It was undertaken as it usually was, in a secluded area some miles away from the target. For this particular battle they had found a perfect pot-valley in a mountain range which now shielded them from prying eyes. While the airbase they were about to attack was well defended, it had shown no real activity for the last week that they had planned the mission. Flyers rarely took off from the field and their UAV-probe had only seen limited activity. But the Mechbay had been brand new. There was traces of heavy feet around them. There most certainly was something rotten in that docile base. Which was why this would be the first target. If they could shock the defenses and force a quick surrender, they were certain the Mechbays would be excellent salvage. Those were the thoughts that swirled in Walter's head now as he watched the shielded fire in the middle of the circle of BattleMechs.<br><br>He looked around at the other MechWarriors around him. Out of all of them he knew Alroy and Erich the best. The two barrels of muscle and experience had been among the few that stayed alive over the years. They were older than him, yet he was "old blood". There had been three that had been there from the start six months ago. Now there was only Walter left. He didn't really feel like a commander. Old Guts'n'Bones had been a leader. He had lead by example, drilled hard and fair and made his fair share of missions before starting up the company. Not many MechWarriors made it past 70. He died where he wanted to, on the battlefield bested by a superior foe. Even so he had delivered a killing blow to the Atlas that got him. Alroy Erich and Maho had been there. Two thirds of the company was lost that day. It had been a hard fought Pyrrhic victory for them. The money they earned went into repairs and hiring of new staff. They hadn't become mission-ready until recently, and then only barely.<br><br>With Walter put in Old Guts'n'Bones' position, he rebuilt the company from the core. They had walked into a trap because they didn't have recon on the area. He had survived only because of Erich's brick wall of an Awesome. Maho's light 'Mech had darted around and flanked as much as she could, but there had been some very close calls. More lights where the answer, more balance.Which was why he had taken in Yamina and Hiro. Same with Ranna and Lily Anne. Most commanders scoffed at melee weapons for 'Mechs. Walter had seen their potential first hand during his revolt against his father. Graff and Elisa had shown tremendous potential for tactics and leadership and their heavy 'Mechs were more than welcome. <br><br>In the ends he had manage to put together a decent roster. He kept Maho close by, letting her prowl with his Command 'Mech in the background. Mostly because of her weaponry and tactical benefit. She was in a way a light support mech which he could send forward to do surgical incisions where it was needed. Tomorrow she would carry explosive into the core of the enemy base and take down the power core. But mostly because of an old debt. Old Guts'n'Bones had stuck her with Walter's Lance back when she first arrived. She was kin through blood, even though Walter despised that blood. But he had never despised any one person because of it. There were a lot of Rasalhague mercs in the company back then, many of whom had deserved to be wiped out during the ambush. The things they had said they wanted to do to "that Kurita whore" and her "little Nip-'Mech" was worthy of his spite. House Kurita and the Draconis Combine was at the stiff end of much of the hate in the Inner Sphere. He knew Alroy weren't too fond of them. He knew many in the company looked at Maho with a mix of fear and disgust. He kept her to his leash because he was afraid what would happen if he didn't.<br><br>"Alright everyone..." He picked out his pipe and stuffed it slowly. "Gather around, it's story time."<br><br>He picked out a holographic tool and started it up, a detailed three-dimensional map of the enemy base flickering to life as the others huddled around. He lit his pipe and sucked on it for a moment before blowing out a plume of smoke up towards the star-strewn sky. There was a shimmering halo around the planet's moon and he smirked.<br><br>"By morning there with be heavy fog in between the mountains. Look at the north and west approach. The mountain range is low enough to be hidden in the fog. The same with the south entrance. If we run on low power through those gaps the turrets higher up will have no idea of our approach. Graff will take the scout Lance through the west, it's your job to make sure that the 'Mechs in the bays are never manned. Blaze these three barracks and make sure there are no active Mechs in the bays. After that you will sweep in towards the hangars. Erich will take his Lance through the entrance once Graff starts the attack. I want a brute breakthrough. Whatever they got in the lane towards the airfield is to be ruthlessly destroyed. Meanwhile I will bring Maho in through the north. I'll take care of the central turrets and secure the flight hangars while she sets the explosives on the power core. Once those are blown, we should be able to force a surrender and send for Bastion to come in for the salvage."<br><br>He finished up his pipe and looked at the others, knocking the ashes out on the ground. "Any questions or suggestions? Otherwise I recommend we get something to eat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 15:29:00</strong>
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				Erich chewed on the end of his pencil, a bad habit he had picked up since he had quit smoking two years before. Leaning forwards from his usual relaxed slouch against his Battle-scarred Awesome's foot, he pointed at the map. "Walt. You certain about trying to sneak through there with weapons and sensors cold? If those turrets are the standard 'drop and forget' type, they should have enough basic sensors to pick up several hundred tons of moving metal, and two lances does make up a significant fraction of mass."<br><br>Dropping the pencil into the small fire, he looked over the canyon's image, scratching a scar on the side of his jaw as he checked things over. "Basic plan's sound; we get the recon lance into the barracks, and light 'em up like a Firestarter in a dry forest. But, I best damn well be a fair tick closer than the entrance to the base once that starts up, and you know it. I think we should screw stealth, and just have the recon crew hoof it at top speed; the turrets have slow rotator cuffs if they're anything like the <em>Bastion's</em> lasers, so I can keep their attention on the Brick while the speedy elements work their magic."<br><br>"That's my opinion, at least." He chuckled, then shrugged. "Also, I'm worried about the footprints around the hangars. Those look like heavies and up; if we have some night owls in there playing 'calibration' with their tools of the trade, we might get an unpleasant surprise, and our Recon crew isn't exactly built for a toe-to-toe slugging match with 'mechs that outweigh them by forty or so tons. If you guys start screaming for help, don't be afraid to book it to my ping. Not many 'mechs can tolerate a quartet of PPCs to the chest, after all." He smiled slightly, looking over the quartet of light 'mech pilots that made up the recon lance.
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 16:02:33</strong>
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				Graff watched Walter and the holo-map intensely as he started to give his briefing, still full of wide-eyed optimism and military training.&nbsp; He's still 2 or 3 years away from being as cynical as the old timers, so he's scanning over the map and briefing notes looking for anything that can help him.&nbsp; He was a little taken aback when it was announced that he would be leading the scout lance, a Marauder alone is an odd site in a lance that can mostly run circles around his mech.<br><br>"Um...y-yes, yes sir."&nbsp; He replies, there's a definite twinge in his voice, a mix of pride and absolute terror.&nbsp; His days at Point Barrow come flooding back, he was an adequate student at best but more so was the 'unintentional' hazing he received for being from the Federated Suns.&nbsp; Sure Melissa Stiener had officially cleansed the Academy of those who publicly hated her union with Hans but it was still mostly an Academy for Lyans.&nbsp; He never quite fit in, and there were definitely people there who made sure he knew it.<br><br>Looking at the map again he looked at the west side, where his lance would come in from and tried to refamilarize himself with his squadmates turn subordinates.&nbsp; Hiro seemed to be the most like him in some regards, born as a commoner and had to struggle to get anywhere, he drove a Spider and his flamer could definitely remove the threat from the barracks faster than his weapons could.&nbsp; Yamina was next, he didn't really know her too well.&nbsp; They've hung out in the mess hall playing card occasionally but he never really brought up her background or where she was from, still she can pilot that Locust like she can bluff.&nbsp; He Locust is the fastest thing in his lance, but with that it's lightly armed and armored.&nbsp; It's machine guns through can help make short work of people trying to make a break for the mech bays.&nbsp; Ranna was next and last in the Lance, to be honest Ranna intimidated him a bit partially because of her quick temper and partially because she leaves her jump suit open to show off her boobs.&nbsp; Although that makes it sound like the rest of the women in the unit are dogs which is clearly not the case, everyone in the company are lookers and each spends time in his adolescent fantasies.&nbsp; But back to Ranna, her Hatchetman is also suited to a close in fight but sadly it doesn't have the speed of Yamina's Locust, it's closer to his Marauder, which means she has use utilize tricks and subterfuge to get in close with anything faster or equal to her speed.&nbsp; His own Marauder packs the punch typical of heavy mechs with decent enough range to slug it out with just about anyone, although like the Hatchetman he's remarkably slower than the rest in his lance.<br><br>"Are we sure the fog will be that thick, tomorrow?"&nbsp; Graff asks at the end of the briefing.&nbsp; "Also we're not light on our feet out there, what about mark 1 eyeball and earholes?"
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				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 17:24:42</strong>
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				Walter gave a smile and a nod to Erich and Graff. He was happy that his chosen Lance Leaders dared speak up. It gave him some insights and perspective on whatever plan he had in mind. In the Kungsarmé it had only been a lot of sycophants agreeing with everything and then trying to steal the seat from under you if the plan went south. He pointed along the passages into the Mechbays.<br><br>"The passage is covered in a thick layer of snow. Never underestimate what that does to sound. Graff's Lance are lighter, more spread out in their approach. In my experience even a Marauder will be significantly muffled in such deep snow. If you want to start into the fray earlier Erich, I can suggest we flip the scenario. You advance in through the entrance and give the signal for Graff's Lance to advance. If your attack raise the alarm, which it should, the 'Warriors should burst into the open from the barracks. Just the better to gun them down. As for your worries Graff..." He looked over to the younger officer. They were easy to read while they still weren't Old 'Uns. Erich barely let any of his inner thoughts and fears through, Graff was open like a book. "Just let the light 'Mechs act as your eyes and stand back, your armament is sufficient for long range support. Also I trust that Ranna know by now how to get close to her opponents..."<br><br>He paused and looked up, pointing to the moon which was slowly making its way over the void of space. "The fog will come, I'm certain of it. See that shimmering halo around it? That is water particles in the atmosphere. Sunny day means a lot of thawed snow on the mountain peaks, warm water rising up until now. That high up it cools down and starts to come down again, which is what we are seeing as a halo around the moon. Once morning comes those particles will gather around the mountains like a thick soup, creating a secondary cloud barrier around the peaks and covering you from above. And as Erich said, if you run into trouble, just book it to him, his brick of an Awesome have saved my hide enough times to earn six dozens of medals..."
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 17:43:54</strong>
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				Graff listened to Walter explain, the snow would cover much of the sound and help to dampen the vibration considerably.&nbsp; Although he was talking more about the enemies Mark 1's than their own, "Thank you commander, but, uh...what about their eyes and ears?&nbsp; Those turrets will chew up the lighter among us pretty quickly, especially when they get in the compound."&nbsp; At the ranges some of the lighter folk need get in the fog won't really cover them from the turrets, for that matter anyone with range will be relying on shooting with sensors only, no visual confirmation that there's nothing between them and the target.&nbsp; This fog will hamper both sides equally.
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 18:13:58</strong>
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				"Make it dangerous or morally questionable for them to fire on you," Yamina said from the other side of the campfire.&nbsp; The ruddy flames reflected off her pale hair, almost making it seem as if she were wearing a crown of living flames from time to time.&nbsp; "You're the turret, the fire is your target, I'm a barracks full of soldiers.&nbsp; If you miss, you send 8 centimeters of coherent light ravaging through a soft building filled with friendlies and flammables.&nbsp; The same with the mech bay, or the power station.&nbsp; Force the enemy to make choices while you've already made decisions," she finished.<br><br>Yamina's voice was light, conversational and not commanding.&nbsp; It was far less formal than one might expect from her relative position within the unit, but it was not disrespectful.&nbsp; Yamina never was.&nbsp; She was socially friendly without being gregarious, a patient listener without being a sympathizer, a confessor and never one to confess.&nbsp; She also kept confidences; it was one of her few points of fanaticism.<br><br>"And keep moving.&nbsp; Our accuracy will be poor because of it, but so will theirs.&nbsp; They will grow frustrated, then panicked and make mistakes.&nbsp; So long as we sow confusion and death, we will triumph."&nbsp; If Allah wills she added silently to herself.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 18:46:34</strong>
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				<strong>"If you're that worried, maybe we can hedge our bets a bit in our favor."</strong><br><br>The formerly noble Kuritan spoke up from where she was sitting (In goddamn <em>seiza</em>, no less) near Walter. Maho generally didn't weigh in too much on a briefing unless she had a particularly unusual idea, or things were getting rowdy. Mainly because she was used to nearly everyone but Old Guts'n'Bones ignoring and shooting down her suggestions out of bias. She reached out, pointing a slim finger towards the old control tower on the map.<br><strong><br>"Odds are good that the control tower is operational, if only for use in communications. If on our way in we shoot out the communications gear on the roof,"</strong> Clearly, she meant her Sling to do that with it's LRMs. <strong>"They'd be forced to rely on personal-scale communications, and if they were cheap and patched them all through the tower's systems they'd quite possibly be put into a confusion. It'll also keep them from sending out any distress calls to anyone they might be friends with nearby, giving us more time to focus on the salvage post-op. You never know what might be lurking in the areas we didn't sweep."</strong><br><br>The petite young woman with predominantly asian features nodded to herself, before glancing to Walter and waiting for his opinion on her idea. She really was greatful to Walter for everything he'd done for the merc corps after that horrid mission months ago. Old Guts'n'Bones felt damn-near like a second father to Maho, in the way he gave a Kuritan girl with an expensive to maintain mech a chance, and how he actually listened to her when she spoke rather than bitching about her blood. The man was a true MechWarrior, and had died like one, though she still thought he died too soon.<br><br>Maho was at the moment wrapped up tightly in her simple blanket she normally kept in her 'Mech's survival kit. Her training at Sun Tzu had taught her the value of staying pilot-ready, so when on-mission she generally just wore the tiniest of form-fitting shorts, and a simple half-length tank top, covered with a jacket or blanket for modesty and comfort's sake. Her Sling was an amazing piece of SLDF technology, but it had a habit of running hot in the cockpit, and without a proper SLDF cooling suit that meant she had to rely on less clothes and a simple cooling vest to avoid passing out. Embarrassing, but she'd never show it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 19:12:41</strong>
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				"As Yamina says. The base layout have the inner defense network focused inwards. They take for granted that the mountain ridge defense will keep out any foes. As such they have placed the turrets on the inner periphery of the buildings. Since you will come in from the ridge, you will have the barracks and Mechbays between them and you. Keep it smart, keep alive, keep them down. You don't have to win the war in five seconds, disrupt that section of the base until Erich's Lance joins you."<br><br>He turned his attention to Maho as she laid out her own suggestion. He nodded thoughtfully and scratched his red scruffy beard.<br><br>"I trust you know how to fire on the advance. If you can knock those comms down on your way to the power-station, it would be a great advantage. Divide and conquer, as Guts would have said." Perhaps not in those words. The old commander had been foul-mouthed as could be. He would probably have said <em>grab the fucker by his nuts and squeeze, then stab the cunt between the eyes</em>. He had been gruff and hard as nails, but a damned good commander once you got used to deciphering his rough tongue. "All in all, the fog gives us more advantage. We will not be outnumbered by the ridge-turrets and we will be deadly shadows to whatever is in the base. Be swift or be dead."
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				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 20:01:18</strong>
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				Strategy discussions were one of the rare instances where Lily's presence was somewhat subdued, mostly because she was content to listen and absorb as much knowledge as she could from the more experienced members of the company. If it came to dueling or one on one combat in general, she could discuss and debate and explain dozens of subtle little concepts that applied primarily to arena fighting but that most other Mech pilots wouldn't necessarily be aware of, but when it came to large scale battle plans, Lily was still green. Sure, she'd passed her classes on the subject as well as the simulations, but that was years ago, and there was a big difference between school and real life, which she'd already learned a good while back.<br><br>Most of what was being said made sense to her, especially once Walter had cleared up the issue about the outer ring of turrets not being able to pivot and shoot towards the interior of the air base; that would certainly make life much simpler for all of them. Meanwhile, she silently studied the plans in order to find all of the spots which would be the most favorable for her. The size and amount of buildings left a little bit to be desired as far as mimicking a vaguely urban environment where Lily's Axman could put its melee weapon to good use, but she could still manage it, so she'd probably be wanting to unload most of her missiles on the approach. Much of it would depend on the overall strategy and how things developed once the attack was actually underway, though, which was fine since improvising was one of her strengths.<br><br>She'd tried her best up until then, but it wasn't really in her to keep quiet for <em>too</em> long. Noticing that Graff, whom she'd already gotten to know a bit over a few card games, still seemed to be harboring some doubts or reservations, Lily decided to try to cheer him up a bit. The fact that he'd been chosen to lead the light armor lance for the first time wasn't lost on her, so she could only imagine that it was causing him a bit of additional nerves, even though she personally believed that he'd do great. Coming up from behind him, she threw an arm over his shoulders and around his neck and leaned against him quite heavily in a friendly display of affection that she was probably already known for, or if she wasn't she soon would be.<br><br>"Hey, you could always do the traditional Fog Dance around the fire if you don't trust the Commander's weather channel jargon." Lily turned her head to stare at Graff directly, looking almost serious while she delivered her next line. "But it only works if you do it in your underwear while wearing a silly had covered in wind-chimes. You're up for it, though, right?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 20:51:26</strong>
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				Walter cleared up some information on the turrets, from there it would just be then walking in to the base from the west and wreak havok from inside.&nbsp; Now he just had to figure out how to approach with the different speed mechs.&nbsp; All of a sudden Lily glomps onto him from behind pressing her fine form into him, *OOF* escapes his lips as he jumps a bit.&nbsp; Then his cheeks redden as she talks about dancing in his underwear, "Um, I think I'll just trust the commander, thanks though."&nbsp; He turns around to look at Lily and meet her stare, his eyes dart up quickly to her pink hair.&nbsp; It's an odd color for a military unit, but a staple of the Merc and Solaris world.<br><br>There noses almost touch they are so close, but the rest of his twist pushes his shoulder between them and his arm slips over one of her breasts and lands between the two.
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 21:16:45</strong>
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				Erich chuckled again, shaking his head. "Okay, look like we've all set up the plan to play to our strengths. Correct me if I'm wrong. Looks to me, the best plan is to have that slingshot lay waste to the antennas on the control tower while My guys advance up the main road, laying covering fire and getting attention to keep eyes off of Graff's boys and girls. I'd suggest sticking to energy weapons only unless you have a clear shot at something vital; our ammo reserves are kinda iffy, and I was fairly certain that Graff's Marauder only has a half-load of ammo carousels for its Autocannon. No idea what the state of our missiles or larger-bore guns are, either."<br><br>He paused, opening a small flask from a pocket of his technical fatigues, and taking a sip of the drink inside. "Primary objective is to get our fast-movers into the mechbay and barracks to chew up any infantry or mechwarriors. The more we keep salvageable, the more dosh we get to roll around in once the op's over." Pointing at the map, he frowned. "Looks to be at least two turrets on overwatch at the front of the bays and barracks; If Graff's lance heads over the hill to the west of that point, they can keep the barracks between them and the turrets. After we secure the mech bays and ammo stockpile, which should be near the bay, It's a simple slash and burn. Blow up everything that we can't carry off, and pry up everything that isn't nailed down. Also, if that bomb idea of your doesn't work, Walt, just blast the generator to slag. Any one of our 'mechs has the firepower to eventually destroy it, though our big ones will ruin it faster than, say, Kazi's Locust."<br><br>"Also, if everything goes down the shitter, don't forget the bug-out plan. I don't want to see any one of you kids get killed because you decided to keep fighting instead of running behind my 'mech and hiding."
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 21:18:57</strong>
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				When you were little, like Yamina and Maho, you lost a lot of body heat quickly.&nbsp; Walter, that big hunk of muscle, didn't have that problem.&nbsp; He never seemed to be cold.&nbsp; But Maho and her could both be uncomfortable on a mild spring day.&nbsp; <br><br>Unlike Maho, who was dressed in the interest of efficiency in manning her 'Mech, Yamina was at heart a child of the desert.&nbsp; She wore multiple layers, starting out with silk long johns and ending up with a bulky parka fringed with icewolf fur that was currently thrown back.&nbsp; It would take her much longer to be mission ready, but she was warm.&nbsp; Not warm like back home, but warm enough.&nbsp; She stood, carrying a cup of tea and a cup of coffee substitute and walked over to sit shoulder to shoulder with the Kuritan girl.<br><br>Yamina extended both cups, waited until Maho made her choice, then drank from the other one.&nbsp; She didn't say anything, just sat close to the other petite woman who was all but shivering beneath the inadequate blanket.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 22:54:48</strong>
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				Elisa had only been with the unit for a short period, and would have admitted that she didn’t know the people as well as she could. It was a stark change to the Cavaliers in attitude and environment; in the Cavaliers, everyone knew each other and treated each other like family. Of course, those bonds were as much a result of attitude and personality as they were of the unit’s constant shortages and financial peril, which meant that it wasn’t exactly a good thing. She’d given a small nod to Graf, the other newcomer to the team; the pair of them had been picked up in the same recruitment sweep, both filling recently vacated spots.<br><br>Hearing about what happened to the previous commander gave her some idea why there had been vacancies.<br><br>“Way I figure it, Walt, Elrich, Alory and I can form a wall of sorts against any surprises that pop out form the hanger.” She finally spoke up, looking over the map. “Alory, this might sound stupid, but until we have a conformation of anything nasty in there, you might want to hold back on your fire and conserve your cannon ammo until we have something solid. That way, you can give ‘em both barrels should they come out from hiding. And if not…” She shrugged. “Well, those cannons will reduce just about any of the structures on-field to matchsticks.”<br><br>Elisa gave a small not to Yamina as the petite woman walked past, a signal of respect more then anything else. From what she’d gathered, Mina had come from Aztokrazy, one of the most desolate and hellish places in the periphery. While she’d never been there before, Elisa had seen similar worlds and knew of the conditions there and the sort of people they bred. <em>And about now, for what little I know of this team, you’re probably the one I can rely on the most.</em> she mentally noted. Rasing her mug to the small woman, she gave a smile before taking a sip.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 00:32:19</strong>
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				Unable to keep a straight face any longer, especially with the way that Graff was blushing so adorably, Lily's expression went from feigned seriousness to amusement as she giggled lightly. Her eyes glanced down momentarily when she felt an arm sweeping over the upper portion of her breasts which wasn't completely covered by the black tank top that she wore, but then she just looked back up at Graff and raised an eyebrow slightly as if to say '<em>Well, would you look at that?</em>'<br><br>She was sure that it was just an accident, and besides, when you invaded peoples' personal space with as much frequency as Lily did, a little bit of bumping and grinding was simply an occupational hazard; no big deal. Besides, the two of them got along well, plus Graff wasn't a bad looking guy and she hadn't had any non-Mech related action in way too long, so it wasn't even unpleasant or particularly awkward, at least for her. "Aww well, that's too bad. But if we end up getting shot up tomorrow because it's clear and sunny, that's on you. Hope you can live with that."<br><br>Lily gave him a warm smile and a quick squeeze on the shoulder as a wordless encouragement for tomorrow before pulling away and sauntering off towards Yamina and Maho. She was fond of both of the little munchkins, especially Yamina, who just had to be the cutest and sweetest creature ever conceived as far as Lily was concerned. "What's good, my pretties?" she greeted them before plopping herself down on the ground across from them and retrieving a chocolate bar from one of her pant pockets. After having unwrapped half of it, she held it out towards the other two girls so that they could break of a few squares for themselves if they wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 00:58:14</strong>
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				Graff gulped a little as Lily raised her eyebrow and talked about it being warm and sunny tomorrow, and kind of wondered if he missed some hint at something more.&nbsp; It had been a long time for him as well, not since...well...how long ago has it been now?<br><br>Her warm smile and squeeze helped put him at ease and as she sways off to sit with some of the other women, his eyes linger on the way Lily sashay's her hips as she walks over.&nbsp; As she plops down onto the ground Graff turns back to his maps and papers trying to devise a decent attack plan out of his lance.&nbsp; He's got an idea on how to approach so to keep the lighter mechs safe from the majority of the turret fire.&nbsp; He could very well work on it all night, unsure of when they need to leave.<br><br>Graff is clad in a light blue jump suit often worn by mech mechanics, he has a pair of boxers on underneath and a light tank top so that if needed he can strip off the jump suit and be ready to go as his cooling vest and neurohelmet are resting in his cockpit right now.&nbsp; Lifting up his water bottle he goes to squirt some into his mouth, sadly it's long been empty a fact he doesn't not notice till he squeezes and nothing comes out.&nbsp; Frowning he puts it back down and shuffles around some more papers pulling up another map.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 03:16:35</strong>
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				Maho gave Yamina a greatful nod, and gladly accepted the tea. She still had a fairly stern expression on her face, but she always looked like she had a stick up her butt. The girl had remarked to Walter once that her father's side of the family was well known for looking like someone just shot their puppy, in one of her rare moments of levity. Maho wasn't the type to complain so easily when uncomfortable (Due to some of the more hellish training regimes rumored to take place at Sun Tzu Academy), but she would generally accept help easily. She was, at heart, a team player after all.<br><br>Maho had to admit, she liked the current batch of newly recruited MechWarriors. They all seemed to have acceptable levels of skill, and personalities she could work with. Lily was a bit too . . flighty in her opinion, but time would tell if she could truly serious up when things got bad, and then Maho would solidify her opinion of her. At the woman's offer or chocolate, she shook her head no, continuing to sip at her tea. Like a true noblewoman Maho was . . picky about what she put in her body. A significant amount of her paycheck went to obtaining food that most mercs would never bother wasting their money on, when they could have healthier rations instead. The rest went towards helping the maintenance costs on her 'Mech, obviously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 05:05:50</strong>
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				Alroy didn't usually have much to say during the pre-battle briefings. He was a veteran in-company compared to everyone present except Erich and Walter, and in terms of total hours in a 'mech, only Erich was on par. That made his job easier, though - he was a solid, known quantity, as was his beloved (if antique) lumbering King Crab, and it was easy to slot him into whatever battle plan was being laid out. Occasionally he ended up as the centerpiece of the lance formation, his brutal paired autocannon creating a near-impenetrable bubble of threat that gave his lancemates more room to maneuver; other times, an anvil to bring the hammer of the Awesome and Highlander against. In either case, a reliable fulcrum, but it rarely left him with anything he felt the need to contribute in planning.<br><br>"I'm well aware of my need to manage ammo, Elisa. And I doubt I'll be walking out of this with full ammo bays, not unless the pilots driving those heavies are complete idiots."<br><br>"How steep are the slopes around the perimeter? Marching down their throat on the main road will definitely get their attention, but I don't like giving the enemy Mechs more warning time than we have to."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 05:38:19</strong>
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				"Unless you start climbing the snowy parts there is not much slopes in the Entrance I'm afraid. But as long as you push on and cover up for each other I don't think it will be a problem. Well our plan is settled then. I'd say feast like there is no tomorrow, but for now I'll let you have a meal and some sleep. I want you crisp tomorrow, there will be plenty of time for celebration once we achieved victory."<br><br>Some would have said party like there is no tomorrow, but aluding to their possible deaths wasn't going to help them sleep. Envisioning victory as a certainty was positive, even in overwhelming odds. Walter never bullshitted his Lances, but he always assured them that they would prevail through sheer willpower and pure refusal to fail. Or at least that was what he was going for. He stood up and brushed off his knees, as he pulled the top of his jumpsuit over his bare chest. He started climbing up his Highlander and stopped just before he got in the cockpit, looking down at the others.<br><br>"I think I don't need to remind you. If you are sharing cockpits for heat, at least have the decency to sleep!"<br><br>He flashed a grin and jumped down, fiddling with the comms for a while. He hadn't heard anything from Bastion since morning. Perhaps the mountains were blocking them, he didn't want to spook the others just yet. If he got no answer in the morning he would cancel the mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 07:32:23</strong>
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				Elisa wasn’t that amused by Lily’s antics. The first time together for a team was not the time for flirting and distractions, especially with the newcomers such as herself and Graf. The last thing they needed was crossed signals or the like on a battlefield, considering that they still didn’t know each other that well and were going into a situation with more then a little uncertainty. For now, she was content to let it stand, however, the distaste was probably clear on her face.<br><br>She’d at least dressed passably fort the night; fatigue pants and a shirt, as well as a jacket kept her reasonably covered with her Mechwarrior togs and boots on underneath. Once inside she could strip off and have her vest on in moments, the result of years of practice. A part of her was genuinely surprised that Maho hadn’t thought to rug up more given the conditions. <em>Has she never been in the field before?</em> Elisa asked herself.<br><br>Moving over to Graf, she nodded to the newcomer, offering him a sip from her water bottle. “Just a thought here; your <em>Marauder</em> and my <em>Black Knight</em> are the same weight, same movement profile and have similar reaches on their main guns. Might be an idea for the pair of us to work as a team, coveing each other and the like. Besides, if anything tries to get too close to you, I have enough short-range firepower to deal with it.” She glanced at him. “Thoughts?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 19:21:48</strong>
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				Alroy was characteristically quiet as he left the briefing room and headed back where the 'Mechs were parked, guiding himself over the rough ground by firelight towards the towering silhouettes that awaited. His mind was alight, though, musing over the day to come, and the meeting.<br><br>Walter was a good Mechwarrior, and a passable commander for one who'd taken up the old man's seat so unexpectedly. In time, he'd definitely be a good commander, assuming he lived long enough - that was never a guarantee for their profession. But he wasn't there yet, evidenced by the final commentary of the briefing session. The only slopes to speak of were the snowy parts, which was why he had asked about them, but if Walter hadn't realized that, it hadn't occurred to him to ask the purpose of the question...no savvy warrior wanted to march straight into the teeth of an enemy's fire if he could avoid it, Assault armor or otherwise, and the topography plot had shown what looked like a narrow valley due west of the base. If the scouts got tangled up with whatever was hiding in the hangar bays, they'd be on their own for a while before Erich, Elisa, Lilly, and Alroy could make their way up from the south. And when the four of them arrived, it'd be a point-blank slugfest while pinned between the enemy mechs and the base defenses, which he didn't trust to be incapable of firing in at hijackers or raiders.<br><br>As for his other comment...that was the old man's words tempered through Walter's somewhat less vulgar vocabulary. He was trying to hard to emulate the previous commander, copying his style without developing one of his own. Not that Alroy had any objections to intra-unit relationships, he'd engaged in liasons in the past and wouldn't have been against interest from one or two of the ladies he was fighting with now. But the night before a battle, there was only one girl he wanted to be inside, and she wore sixteen tons of ferro-fibrous armor. He wasn't the only one to be bunking in a 'Mech here in the cold valley, but he was the only one who'd taken advantage of the extra space an Assault mech's cockpit gave to cram in an actual military-style cot, just big enough for his compact frame. It was a habit he'd gotten into years ago, after the third or fourth run-in with the 'honorable messengers' of his 'distinguished relatives', and by now he spent as many nights nestled up in Tanya as he did in a regular bed. The faint hum of the fusion engine at standby levels was a soothing lullaby, just enough heat to keep the tiny chamber from icing over as he bundled up under a heap of insulation sheets till morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 23:38:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7264128#msg7264128">Quote from: Lithium on 23-11-2012, 00:32:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">... sauntering off towards Yamina and Maho. ... "What's good, my pretties?" she greeted them before plopping herself down on the ground across from them and retrieving a chocolate bar from one of her pant pockets. After having unwrapped half of it, she held it out towards the other two girls so that they could break of a few squares for themselves if they wanted to.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yamina was careful to only use her right hand to break off a square of the chocolate then touched it to her breast and forehead towards Lily in a silent thank you.&nbsp; "It is a beautiful night.&nbsp; That is good," Yamina replied seriously.&nbsp; "Cold, too cold, but the moon's water ring Mongrel told us about adorns the starry sky with a halo of magnificence."&nbsp; She turned her head up and regarded it while slowly chewing the square of chocolate.&nbsp; "The halo reminds me of your eyes.&nbsp; Very pretty."&nbsp; She collected the now empty cup from Maho, gave both women a smile, and walked around the campfire towards where their Spider pilot, Hiro, sat.<br><br>"Hiro," she said by way of greeting.&nbsp; "Would you walk with me to my Locust?&nbsp; There is something I'd like to talk to you about."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 01:39:58</strong>
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				Erich waited until the company's members had wandered off, idly leaning against his 'mech's leg as he listened to the quiet chatter of the camp, before climbing up the flex-chain ladder to the cockpit of his thirteen-metre tall war machine. Like most 'mechs over Sixty tons, the Awesome's cockpit was comparatively roomy. Louncing in the padded command seat of the 80-tonner, Erich left the hatch in the back of the 'mech's head open slightly; a quiet invitation to anyone that wanted to talk with him. Not that many took him up on the offer, but he had long been a quiet anchor for the Assault Lance of the company, offering advice, commentary, and, more often than not, an extra set of hands when repairing or working on their own 'mech.<br><br>Pulling a small book from a pocket of his jumpsuit, the veteran began to read quietly, his left hand tapping the command code prefix into his 'Mech's DI computer to activate its passive sensors, and raise its reactor output just enough to feed power into the ECM suite's sensor masking technology, ensuring that, for the time being, the only way to see the company is with the naked eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 03:04:52</strong>
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				That Walter, poking fun at the group! As everyone began to break away, Maho too stood up and began to walk back towards her waiting Sling. She could socialize. She could even flirt if the mood struck her. Tonight though? Tonight she was just going to rest in her cockpit. She wasn't the kind of woman to pursue someone else openly anyways. A lady must be pursued, not be the pursuer . . . one of those little things from her mother that actually stuck with her over the years.<br><br><strong>". . . Good night, everyone."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 11:38:25</strong>
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				(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><br>Ranna sat near the side of the room with her feet up on the edge of the holo-projection table.&nbsp; She did the same thing she always tended to do when she was listening to mission briefings, she listened quietly.&nbsp; Most people found it strange that she wasn't standing at or even on the briefing table come time to plan, but Ranna had learned patience from one of the best Mechwarriors in the sphere.&nbsp; She listened to Walter's plan, with interest, examining the line of attack and the disbursement of mechs along their attack plan.&nbsp; <br><br>The new unit hadn't been together very long and this was their first true test in the face of a powerful defense.&nbsp; Her Lance commander showed his inexperience in the questions he asked but Ranna kept her objections to herself.&nbsp; She was new to the unit and hadn't had much of a chance to see everyone work together much.&nbsp; As far as Ranna was concerned the fog was the least of their worries, and assuming no one bogged down trying to get through the heavy show of the passes, the turrents had a clear field of fire throughout the base.&nbsp; Ranna hoped that Walter wasn't basing his expectation of their lance getting to the mech bay from the west on fog cover.&nbsp; <br><br>She continued to watch the reactions and questions from the different members of the unit.&nbsp; The obvious flirting between Lily and Graff was a distraction this unit didn't need.&nbsp; It was great to flirt and screw all you wanted after the fight, but planning sessions were not the place, and definitely not the night before a big OP, an OP bigger than any the unit had undertaken in a long time.&nbsp; Ranna stared around the room at Elisa and Alroy.&nbsp; Observing them, how they acted and talked.&nbsp; She would need to see them in action before she could fully gauge them as mechwarriors.&nbsp; The rest, Ranna had differing opinions about but nothing solidifies a first impression like combat.<br><br>Ranna made notes in her mind regarding the plan.&nbsp; She waited as Walter dismissed the group, to step up to the Table.&nbsp; "Walter.&nbsp; I have a few issues with the plan.&nbsp; On the western approach our assualt will be precarious at best if we end up getting pinned down by those turrents.&nbsp; You're counting on the fog, but one thing I've learned over the years is you never count on weather.&nbsp; The turrents all have a clear field of fire between the barracks and the mech bays.&nbsp; Even at high speed we'd still take at least a hit from each before we reach the mech bays.&nbsp; The Sling needs to be the first one in.&nbsp; That power core needs to go or the turrents will tear us apart.&nbsp; Finally, the assault Lance coming up the south approach is going to tie up offensive capability we need inside the base.&nbsp; Come in through the north approach and you avoid the obvious bottleneck and the long march up the throat of those turrents.&nbsp; Besides you can support the Sling as it takes out the power core and take the brunt of the turrent fire away from us."&nbsp; She looked at Walter to gauge his reaction to her assessment.&nbsp; "I didn't want to say anything in front of the unit.&nbsp; I didn't want them thinking that I was questioning your tactics or leadership."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 18:40:39</strong>
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				A little tired yawn fills up the cockpit and she quickly gives herself a slap across the face to try and wake up, while the rest of the team where cozy sitting around talking tactics she had been ordered to patrol the nearby area just to be safe. Though she suspected it was another in a long line of lessons to teach her some calm and discipline, with a long suffering sigh she turns to the teddy bear manning her PPC. "what do you think Theodore? Will mommy ever learn to keep her mouth shut?" The bear just looks ahead into the sights and of course remains silent, probably thinking it safest not to answer her. "yeah.. what I thought too"<br><br>Her Shadow Hawk threaded through the forest with scanners out probing for anything that might indicate that they are spotted, for a 55 ton monster of steel and alloys it moved with a grace that non mech pilots always seem to be surprised of. But when the pilot was just a fleshy extension of the machine such things came naturally even for the larger mechs. Her orders had been to make one last sweep then head back to sleep, heck he had even emphasized sleep. She fumes a little at the insult, like any of her friends would be interested in her. Normally female mech pilots where rare, but they it seemed had been drawn here and with exception of her all where stunningly lovely so who in their right mind would bed her?<br><br>She snorts loudly "and like I would put sex ahead of the mission? I seriously doubt sex can be as good as piloting a mech anyway, it seems so.. messy to me." her teddybears all agreed with her in silence as is their way. "the day I let a man put.. that.. in me.. is the day I retire!" A few quick scans on all frequencies show that nothing larger then the odd elk seem to be around so she pilots her trusted friend back towards camp. With a deep sigh she looks at her weapons readout, her missile magazine being almost empty so she didnt even bother to load the launch tubes figuring she will stick to her trusted PPC despite the hellish heat it generated. Heat being the killer of all mechs, as weapons fired heat built up and along with all the heat from moving around could quickly reach dangerous levels and she knew of more then one tale of mech pilots ignoring the warnings and driving their weapon past the safety threshold and end up fried inside of their cockpit despite the cooling vest. She had jury rigged her heat warnings to give her earlier warnings since her main weapon was the one that tended to spike heat more then anything.<br><br>"Sorry Rose, I know I promised you a new load of missiles but we are just so short of ammunition we need to give the missiles to those that have no other system" The cute white polarbear holding a small collection of red roses in her paws just seemed focused on the launcher readout. The wife of Theodore Edward Bear (or Ted E Bear for short) who manned the PPC she was blessed to have such a faithful couple of bears manning her weapons. At least their company kept her sane in the many lonely hours in the cockpit, some pilots developed little nervous ticks or phobias from so much time alone broken up by the short intense fights, so she was glad she never did develop any such thing thanks to their company.<br><br>As she entered the camp she parked her machine a little distance away from the others as was her customs and dropped down the ladder to land on her thick boots with a thud, the meeting seems to be over which she was grateful for, she wouldnt have added anything meaningful anyway. Tugging the helmet of her head she salutes crisply "Reporting in Sir, nothing in the area we are still hidden as far as I could tell"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 21:50:45</strong>
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				After the Commander's little speech about sharing cockpits, Lily stole a few quick glances around the camp, her feelings mixed. It was a good group of people overall, definitely, and all of them very competent pilots, but she still felt like a bit of an outsider, not having had time to truly connect with any of them on more than just the surface level quite yet. She even got some pretty cold vibes from a couple of the other pilots at times - namely Elisa, who didn't even attempt to veil her disapproval at all. If nothing else, at least it was better than pretending to be nice to her face while trashing her behind her back.<br><br>A few years ago, Lily would have felt very insulted and it would have really bothered her, probably even enough to provoke a confrontation, but she'd matured considerably since then. More than you'd guess just from first impressions. She'd realized a while ago that her personality was quite polarizing, so it was simply inevitable that some people would be turned off by it and she'd learned to accept that. On the bright side, only a minority of people felt negatively about her. Usually women, for whatever reason. Lily theorized that it had something to do with some kind of instinctual competitiveness, but she wasn't sure, nor did she spend much time thinking about it.<br><br>As for Elisa in particular, the woman seemed to have about as much personality as the BattleMech that she piloted, so Lily wasn't surprised to see the disproving looks like the one that she'd caught just a few minutes earlier coming from her. It was hard for her to comprehend why some people seemed so unwilling to enjoy life, which was already too short to begin with, with the potential to even be considerably shorter in their line of work, but perhaps they'd warm up to each other with time - not that Lily was holding her breath.<br><br>In the meanwhile, she figured that she could chat with some of the other girls for a bit before bed, but then Yamina and Maho both scampered off before that could happen (although Yamina did at least depart with a cute little compliment that made Lily giggle bashfully, which was uncommon for her). She wasn't the type of girl to be so easily discouraged, though, nor was she about to sit around and mope just because it was proving somewhat challenging to get to know her fellow Mechwarriors better.<br><br>Hers was typically the more proactive approach. Noticing that Erich had retired to the cockpit of his war-scarred Awesome, and knowing that he always left it cracked open in case anyone wanted to meet with him up there, Lily decided to take him up on that offer for the first time. After all, if she wanted to get to know the people that she'd be fighting alongside better and to feel more comfortable amongst them, why not take the initiative?<br><br>Lily hadn't really spoken with Erich on a personal level yet, the few and brief conversations that they'd had being limited purely to professional topics. Not altogether surprising considering the age difference, the fact that their personalities were very different, at least as far as she could tell, and that he was her lance leader on top of it all. It was always more tricky interacting with a superior or an authority figure than an equal, and it was made all the more difficult in this particular case because Lily found herself feeling just a little intimidated by the man, but then again she'd never let something so trivial hold her back.<br><br>After eating a few chocolate squares from her bar and wrapping what remained of it back up, she slid it back into her pocket and made her way over to her lance leader's Mech, quickly ascending to the top of the ladder. She knocked on the side of the hatch to make her presence known. "Hey boss, mind if I come in?" The question was clearly no more than a formality for Lily, since she's already opened the hatch and climbed inside before he could have had the time to answer fully. <br><br>"Huh. Didn't think of you as the cuddling-up-with-a-good-book kind of guy, but then again I've always liked surprises. Anyways, thought you might wanna talk about boys or something," Lily joked, hoping to break the ice as she helped herself to the most comfortable passenger seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 22:49:15</strong>
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				Erich chuckled quietly, placing a bookmark in the small tome, which he replaced in the pocket it had been in before. Hearing Lily flop into the lone passenger seat in his 'mech's cockpit,&nbsp; he turned his head just enough to look over at the young woman. "One of my few vices. Figured I needed to do something with my time since I quit smoking. As for what I'd be interested in talking about, mostly it's the 'or somethings' that keep me awake."<br><br>Twisting slightly, he revealed one of the few perks of riding in an assault-class 'mech; the cockpit was just roomy enough for a few basic amenities, which, in Erich's case, included a small refrigerator. Opening it, he offered Lily a wrapped sandwich. "Turkey on Rye. Bit heartier than processed rations, not quite as cheap. So, Kiddo; what do you think of the company? Not what you were expecting when damn near a half-dozen snakes were hired on, huh?"<br><br>Taking half of the sandwich for himself, he chuckled slightly, then shook his head at a quiet joke he thought of. "Never thought I'd end up in a short company, led by a Rasalhauge rat, keeping company with three Dracs, a Pirate, two Mercenary kids, a pair of Feddies, and a Leaguer. I almost feel out of place being the only one from Lyran Space. Still, it's not too bad. Pay's good, and the people are nice enough."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 00:02:34</strong>
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				"Mmm, well, good for you. Smoking's the worst," Lily replied before accepting the sandwich with an appreciative smile. "My favorite, how'd you know? You should put a 'free food' sign up, you'd get more visitors." It was always easier to bond over food or drinks or both, so there was that, plus turkey actually was her favorite kind of sandwich, which was a nice bonus. She took the opportunity to take a bite while Erich spoke, actually quite pleasantly surprised that he was so talkative and...casual. She also found it slightly amusing to be referred to as 'Kiddo' for some reason, probably because in her mind people only used that when speaking to little kids that were like ten years old.<br><br>"Well, I wasn't really sure what to expect when I signed up since it <em>is</em> my first mercenary gig, but yeah, I know what you mean." Lily shrugged her shoulders and continued. "But, like I said, I like surprises. Life would be boring without them. Besides, I don't put too much stock into where people come from. I mean, we all ended up in the same place at the same time, so we can't be that different, right?" It was a little bit more complicated than that and she knew it, but the point was that she preferred to form her ideas about people individually after getting to know them rather than judging them by race, social status or whatever else. She could also tell that there wasn't any <em>real</em> harshness behind Erich's words when he called the others rats or snakes, he was just keeping up with his whole 'gruff and grumpy' persona.<br><br>"I feel kind of the same way, though, now that you mention it. You'd think the hardest part about this job might actually have something to do with missions or piloting Mechs, but it seems more like it's finding your niche. You've been at this for a good while now from what I've heard, so you must be doing it right. And may I say that you're not nearly as scary as I thought you'd be! That was a compliment, by the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 01:40:48</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze, Spider pilot</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The campfire<br><strong>With:</strong> Yamina<br><br>The mission briefing concluded and everyone went their separate ways, but I stayed behind and enjoyed the fire in front of me and the moon above.&nbsp; As usual, I was looking over my shoulder as well as checking my seat.&nbsp; My old unit had a tendency to play pranks on each other when they weren't stabbing each other in the back.&nbsp; It seemed like that would kill morale but it just made everyone more aware of their surroundings.<br><br>A briefing on a snow-covered mountain surrounded by a forest of evergreens was also nothing new to me.&nbsp; I liked the cold, and usually took an ice bath after a long sparring session.&nbsp; Also, my old unit specialized in mountain warfare, and a briefing like this usually took place with everyone wearing nothing but boots, gloves, a hat, a scarf and a single layer without sleeves or pant legs.&nbsp; <br><br>We were weird like that.<br><br>I had on a black t-shirt with a purple logo reading "DDG" that represented the school I graduated from.&nbsp; On the back it said "Class of 3048" along with 20 names, including mine.&nbsp; Other than the shirt and cold weather accessories, it was just black shorts for me and a blanket between my rear and the log I was sitting on.&nbsp; <br><br>I was feeling a bit antsy and didn't feel like sleeping.&nbsp; I had some graham crackers on one knee, squares of chocolate on another, and akimbo twigs in my mittens, a marshmallow on the tip of each piece of wood.<br><br>My breath fogged up the air in front of me as I moved the marshmallows up and down, making sound effects like jump jets, lasers, flamers, machine guns, missiles, explosions, and screams.&nbsp; I kind of wanted to get some of the chill of the air into my bones so I could better endure the heat of my Spider when it was jumping around, drawing enemy fire while unleashing flames of my own.<br><br>In the back of my mind, way way <em>way</em> in the back, I reviewed the plan and tried to think of things that might go wrong and how I would react to them.&nbsp; The plan seemed reasonable, but plans only lasted until the first AC or LRM rounds started flying.&nbsp; After that, it wasn't about acting but reacting, not planning but training, not so much being good but more about being lucky.<br><br>I also thought about the members of the merc company.&nbsp; I thought for sure I would test well enough on Outreach for a more established group - maybe not an A-rated company like Wolf's Dragoons or Kell Hounds or Hanson's Roughriders or the 21st Centauri Lancers, but something that... people looking for mercs have heard of?&nbsp; I still wasn't sure what the name of our unit was, or even if we had a name.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, I couldn't complain that much.&nbsp; The leaders and pilots seemed competent, the mechs were maintained if not top-of-the-line, the pay was okay, and all the women were easy on the eyes.&nbsp; There was the petite Maho, the pink-haired Lily, the redheaded Ranna, and even Miyoko and Elisa had sort of Amazon things going for them.&nbsp; But then there was the white-haired Yamina.&nbsp; Now she was someone I <em>really</em> wanted to get to know better.<br><br>I continued playing out the battle in my head, then got to the aftermath, when some damsel-in-distress wanted to show her gratitude.&nbsp; I raised the tone of my voice as the marshmallows "spoke" to one another.<br><br><strong>"Oh, Hiro, you're my hero.&nbsp; Thank you so much for saving me from that big bad Atlas.&nbsp; Is there anything I can do to repay you?&nbsp; <em>Anything</em>?"</strong><br><br>But then I got interrupted.<br><br><em><strong>"Hiro.&nbsp; Would you walk with me to my Locust?&nbsp; There is something I'd like to talk to you about."</strong></em><br><br>I nearly jumped off my log and dropped my dual wielded marshmallows.&nbsp; I don't know what I found more embarassing - getting snuck up on or someone catching the tail end of my little role play.<br><br><strong>"Oh.&nbsp; Hey... there... you..."</strong>&nbsp; I cleared my throat, then deepened my voice.&nbsp; <strong>"I mean, hey, Yamina.&nbsp; Uh, or is it Mina?&nbsp; Mina?&nbsp; Yamina?"</strong>&nbsp; I was trying to not sound like a fool.&nbsp; I had a feeling I was failing miserably.<br><br><strong>"Kind of in the middle of something, actually.&nbsp; Care to join?"</strong>&nbsp; I offered her a twig with a marshmallow.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 02:08:21</strong>
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				<strong>"Either, as it pleases you,"</strong> she said easily.&nbsp; She gave him the privacy of pretending she hadn't witnessed the tail end of his play.&nbsp; It didn't bother her and it shouldn't bother him.&nbsp; Everyone reacted differently to stress.&nbsp; Yamine tended to cry, hot fat tears that had nothing to do with sadness.&nbsp; It was just her body's way of shedding stress hormones and settling her down.&nbsp; Men tended to interpret it wrong so she kept it private as much as possible but wasn't ashamed by it.&nbsp; It was part of her, part of God's plan.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Thank you,</strong>" she said and accepted the marshmallow after sitting down.&nbsp; Yamina didn't really want it, but the offer and acceptance were important, were crucial.&nbsp; A small bit of the marshmallow clung to her lip after she bit into it and she chased it away with her tongue.<br><br><strong>"Your machine is formidable,"</strong> she said and nodded towards the nearby Spider.&nbsp; <strong>"It's as fast as mine and you can jump as well.&nbsp; That third dimension often confuses the enemy enough to unsettle them from their center.&nbsp; Being unpredictable is a powerful weapon to wield on the enemy."</strong>&nbsp; She paused and used the pretense of nibbling at the marshmallow to let the words sink in.<br><br><strong>"It is also a sword you cannot grasp with your own hand.&nbsp; It cuts too deeply,"</strong> she warned.&nbsp; <strong>"If it is only you, then this is a fine tactic.&nbsp; But when you are but a finger among two bunched fists it does not serve you well, serve the others well.&nbsp; You must remember your center, Hiro,"</strong> she warned.&nbsp; <strong>"You must fight with purpose, not with abandon.&nbsp; That way lies madness and ends in flame,"</strong> she ended and tossed the marshmallow into the fire to emphasize her point.&nbsp; Yamina's gaze was level, but not damning.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 04:37:03</strong>
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				Erich chuckled slightly at Lily's complement. "Well, I've seen a lot. Been fighting for well over twenty years, and I've put a lot of abuse on my carcass as a result. If someone tries to get into a 'comparing scars' competition, I tend to win. As for being scary, I find that there's only two places it's needed. On the field, and teaching some wet-behind-the-ears rookie how not to get their shit blown up."<br><br>Leaning backwards, he noticed the pink-haired woman's curiosity about his 'mech, her eyes looking over every surface of the Awesome's cockpit, especially the lit secondary monitor, which was showing the 'Mech's DI computer's current actions; scanning and testing the internal capacitors of the four PPCs that made up the primary armament of the assault 'mech. He paused, tapping his chin for a moment. "If I remember correctly, you've only been in the field for a year or two, and have gone through a few 'mechs in that time. Have you ever been in an Assault?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 05:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7265871#msg7265871">Quote from: KaylaM on 23-11-2012, 07:32:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Elisa wasn’t that amused by Lily’s antics. The first time together for a team was not the time for flirting and distractions, especially with the newcomers such as herself and Graf. The last thing they needed was crossed signals or the like on a battlefield, considering that they still didn’t know each other that well and were going into a situation with more then a little uncertainty. For now, she was content to let it stand, however, the distaste was probably clear on her face.<br><br>She’d at least dressed passably fort the night; fatigue pants and a shirt, as well as a jacket kept her reasonably covered with her Mechwarrior togs and boots on underneath. Once inside she could strip off and have her vest on in moments, the result of years of practice. A part of her was genuinely surprised that Maho hadn’t thought to rug up more given the conditions. <em>Has she never been in the field before?</em> Elisa asked herself.<br><br>Moving over to Graf, she nodded to the newcomer, offering him a sip from her water bottle. “Just a thought here; your <em>Marauder</em> and my <em>Black Knight</em> are the same weight, same movement profile and have similar reaches on their main guns. Might be an idea for the pair of us to work as a team, coveing each other and the like. Besides, if anything tries to get too close to you, I have enough short-range firepower to deal with it.” She glanced at him. “Thoughts?”<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Graff jumped abit when Elisa came over to offer him up some of her water, he was so wrapped up in looking over the mechs after Lily left that Elisa coming by startled him.&nbsp; This was his first non-academy command and wanted to show that he was up for the responsibility.&nbsp; Still his command consisted of two mechs that had armor in name only, but were speed demons when it came time to move.&nbsp; Then of the other two, one is more of an infighter without the speed needed to get in close to the faster/lighter mechs his unit would be tasked to take on most of the time.&nbsp; His own mech had the ability to reach to make up for the lack of distance in the other's weaponry but not the speed to really keep up with them.&nbsp; It's a conundrum to be sure.<br><br>The water was a welcome relief though and after he calmed down he gladly accepted a sip with a smile, "Thank you."&nbsp; He listed to Elisa make quite a bit of sense comparing the Marauder and Black Knight.&nbsp; "That's very true, the two mechs would compliment each other well.&nbsp; I could definitely use someone with a bit of firepower covering my flank."&nbsp; Just as soon as those words leave his mouth he realized his mistake, "Um, wait no...I didn't really mean it like that.&nbsp; I trust Ranna, Hiro, and Mina to cover me, they are all great pilots I'm sure.&nbsp; I'm worried that I won't be able to provide them the cover fire they need to do their job, but if we come up against something big the Spider and Locust aren't really able to deliver the knockout punch, ya know?"<br><br>Graff was sweating a bit, unit cohesion is a big part of a lance.&nbsp; You have to know deep down that your lancemates have your six, and Graff fully does even if his comment didn't seem to say as much.&nbsp; He looks into Elisa's eyes, huffs once and tries again.&nbsp; "What I mean to say, is that I welcome any help you can provide and will try to keeping things off your back as well."&nbsp; For any person who's seen their fair share of combat can tell that Graff is a little stressed out here, he's not out of he depth yet but might be putting too much pressure on himself.&nbsp; Hopefully he can make it past the first 18 months and beyond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 06:20:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7271343#msg7271343">Quote from: orderNchaos on 24-11-2012, 11:38:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ranna made notes in her mind regarding the plan.&nbsp; She waited as Walter dismissed the group, to step up to the Table.&nbsp; "Walter.&nbsp; I have a few issues with the plan.&nbsp; On the western approach our assualt will be precarious at best if we end up getting pinned down by those turrents.&nbsp; You're counting on the fog, but one thing I've learned over the years is you never count on weather.&nbsp; The turrents all have a clear field of fire between the barracks and the mech bays.&nbsp; Even at high speed we'd still take at least a hit from each before we reach the mech bays.&nbsp; The Sling needs to be the first one in.&nbsp; That power core needs to go or the turrents will tear us apart.&nbsp; Finally, the assault Lance coming up the south approach is going to tie up offensive capability we need inside the base.&nbsp; Come in through the north approach and you avoid the obvious bottleneck and the long march up the throat of those turrents.&nbsp; Besides you can support the Sling as it takes out the power core and take the brunt of the turrent fire away from us."&nbsp; She looked at Walter to gauge his reaction to her assessment.&nbsp; "I didn't want to say anything in front of the unit.&nbsp; I didn't want them thinking that I was questioning your tactics or leadership."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Walter kept fiddling with the comms as he listened to Ranna, trying every single one of the Bastion's secure and emergency channels. As any good Warrior he had no problems multi-tasking or multi-listening for that matter. As commander he had to keep track of Bastion and two Lance-leaders as well as his own two lancemates. As Ranna finished up her thoughts he shut off the comm-unit and crawled halfway up through the cockpit hatch and brought out his pipe again. He stuffed it and lit it. It was a good way to stall for time, to figure out which words were right, what wisdoms fit in the picture.<br><br>"You know how to handle your Hatchetman, Ranna. I trust that you do. I also know from your file that you have a brilliant mind for these things. Far more experience than Graff. The only reason I held off on putting you as Lance-leader is that I know what to expect from 'Mechs like your Hatchetman or Lily's Axman. A long career full of beheaded enemies or a quick death in a fiery explosion. I know for a fact from Bastion's records that you can be a bit of a hothead. I can't afford to lose a Lance-leader in the middle of battle because she went in for a quick CQC-kill on a 'Mech only to not notice the Atlas with an AC20 around the corner."<br><br>He blew out a plume of smoke to pause for a moment and watched Ranna's reaction. He didn't let her answer but instead continued.<br><br>"That doesn't mean I don't trust your tactical abilities. I do as much as I trust that you can handle your hatchet or get your 'Mech up to the enemy without taking a hit. I hope you trust your lancemates to be able to dodge two turrets in Mechs that outrun us in speed times two. In the same way I want you to trust your commander to make the right call if there is no fog tomorrow. If we go in to the base to blow up the core we must run a fair stretch to reach the core, past two SAM's that I take for granted are manned. I also take for granted that as soon as they see us, the alarm will be raised. As soon as that alarm is raised, those MechWarriors in the barracks will be out in a bolt to man their 'Mechs. I'd rather have you raise the alarm by gunning those barracks to stop them from manning those 'Mechs than you running into them once we have destroyed that power core. If two lights and a medium supported by a Marauder can't handle two turrets, I'm going to cut your pays in half. Trust me on that at least."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7271981#msg7271981">Quote from: Sara Nilsson on 24-11-2012, 18:40:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Reporting in Sir, nothing in the area we are still hidden as far as I could tell"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Very good, Miyoko. Head back to the cockpit and get some sleep. You are covering Maho tomorrow, remember!"<br><br>He finished up the pipe and knocked the ashes over the edge of his Highlander's head as he crawled down below again, stopping to give Ranna a stern look before closing the hatch.<br><br>"I trust everyone i this company to do their job, Ranna. Be it MechWarrior or pencil-pusher. I would take a bullet for anyone of you, but I can't be everywhere at once. Keep your speed up and cover your lancemates and those two turrets will be easy pickings."<br><br>With that he closed the hatch and slumped into his seat. He sounded like a broken record with the trust, but it just came down to that. If you couldn't trust the 'Mech next to you to keep you alive you had no place in a company. And worrying about two turrets with all that speed and backup was a weakness Ranna never should have showed him. "I didn't want them thinking that I was questioning your tactics or leadership." That was the same as saying <em>I didn't want you to shoot me down in front of the others</em>.<br><br>Tomorrow was going to be a long day...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 08:39:01</strong>
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				<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><br>Ranna listened to Walter as he broke down his assessment of her ability.&nbsp; She found it almost humorous that he believed that simply being a bit hot headed at times that Ranna had a propensity to run off into the fray without looking.&nbsp; While she admitted to herself with a smirk that she had been a bit rash in the past in combat situations, this by no means meant she was anything but careful in a fight.&nbsp; The Black Widow had taught her well.&nbsp; <br><br>When Walter was done, Ranna let a smile spread across her face.&nbsp; <em>At least he stood up to me</em> She thought as she watched him take the report from Miyoko and head into his Mech.&nbsp; She still wasn't completely happy with the plan, but having voiced her opinion, not expecting him to change, she turned to head back to her mech.&nbsp; She paused for a moment, then quickly turned back to Miyoko.&nbsp; "Hey Miyoko,"&nbsp; She said still with the smile on her face and her head cocked a little to the left.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned the small girl for a moment, taking in the lines and curves of her body.&nbsp; "I need to do something to work off some steam.&nbsp; Care to spar with me for a bit?&nbsp; Miyoko's petite body gave her the air of being weak or fragile, but Ranna knew never to underestimate the capability or attractiveness of small packages.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 13:07:58</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The campfire<br><strong>With:</strong> Yamina<br><br><em><strong>"Either, as it pleases you."</strong></em><br><br>I raised an eyebrow then responded to Yamina.<br><br><strong>"Okay, 'Either-as-it-pleases-you,' what's on your mind?"</strong><br><br>I watched her take the confectionery and take a nibble.&nbsp; A piece of cream-like melted marshmallow stuck to the bottom half of the pair of pink bows that were her soft lips.&nbsp; They weren't just lips.&nbsp; They were matching pillows on which I wanted to plant my mouth.<br><br><em><strong>"Your machine is formidable.&nbsp; It's as fast as mine and you can jump as well.&nbsp; That third dimension often confuses the enemy enough to unsettle them from their center.&nbsp; Being unpredictable is a powerful weapon to wield on the enemy."</strong></em><br><br>Her voice had a sing-songy aspect to it.&nbsp; It felt kind of hypnotizing, and had a layer of spirituality and deep faith within it.&nbsp; And yet, she didn't mention what her beliefs were, or if she even had any.&nbsp; I listened to her words, but it was more like I was hearing the melody of how she said it.<br><br><em><strong>"It is also a sword you cannot grasp with your own hand.&nbsp; It cuts too deeply.&nbsp; If it is only you, then this is a fine tactic.&nbsp; But when you are but a finger among two bunched fists it does not serve you well, serve the others well.&nbsp; You must remember your center, Hiro.&nbsp; You must fight with purpose, not with abandon.&nbsp; That way lies madness and ends in flame."</strong></em><br><br>Still hearing more than listening, I also started admiring more and paying attention less.&nbsp; Even all bundled up, she looked real pretty with her white hair and white furred hood framing her head.&nbsp; But the marshmallow meeting its demise in the campfire snapped me out of it.<br><br>I gasped, then pouted.&nbsp; I considered reprimanding her, but she kind of just looked at me, although it felt more like she was staring <em>through</em> me.&nbsp; If I believed in something like souls, she was looking at mine.<br><br><strong>"I appreciate the dramatic, Either-as-it-pleases-you, and your message is loud and clear.&nbsp; In the future, let's not waste stimulations to our taste buds for the sake of spreading wisdom in our minds?&nbsp; But in terms of what you said, I will not be a marshmallow.&nbsp; Or at least I'll try not to be.&nbsp; I may need a reminder of some kind, so..."</strong><br><br>After Yamina's analogy about the sword and about the marshmallow in the fire, I tried to think of an one of my own, but couldn't.<br><br><strong>"... Just say 'marshmallow' on the comms if you think I'm getting myself into trouble.&nbsp; Chances are you'll be the closest one to me and most likely to see if I'm fighting with... <em>abandon</em>."</strong><br><br>I assembled the s'more and continued talking while chewing a bit.<br><br><strong>"So, how about this.&nbsp; We'll make our approach with Graff, going single file to reduce our visible profiles.&nbsp; Once we get close enough or once the alarms sound, you and I will charge the barracks and mech bay."</strong><br><br>I swallowed.&nbsp; I was about to take another bite, but it was the last one and I wanted to savor it without talking.<br><br><strong>"I'll start flaming the barracks to neutralize the troops and I'll check out the mech bay to see if there's any trouble.&nbsp; You can gun down the runners.&nbsp; Graff will take out the turrets while Ranna backs us up.</strong><br><br><strong>"If there are mechs coming for us, I'll try to draw their fire and get them to pursue me toward Erich's attack lance.&nbsp; This will free up Walter and Maho to do what they need to do.&nbsp; How's that sound to you?"</strong><br><br>I took the last bite of the s'more and stood up to walk Yamina to her Locust as she replied.&nbsp; When we got to her mech, I looked at the script on her cockpit.<br><br><strong>"What language is that?&nbsp; Arabic?&nbsp; What's it mean?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 13:33:42</strong>
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				Elisa smiled a little at Graf, patiently letting the young man take his time and find his words. “I understand what you’re saying, really, and I know you’re not selling the others short by any means. However, I also understand battlefield realities; their light ‘Mechs aren’t big on punch by any means and would be hard pressed to being down anything but light armour. They’re great harassers and the like, but they will need us to deliver the killing blow.” She shrugged a moment. “Not that It can’t go the other way. I once saw a <em>Zeus</em> bought down by a <em>Jenner</em> that had gotten into its rear and touched off it’s ammo. Nasty stuff too.”<br><br>Shaking her head, she glanced over at him. “And don’t worry about the nerves either. Happens to everyone, especially before their first real fight or their first op with a new command. This is a very stressful situation you’re being thrust into, and certainly something that would weigh heavily on anyone’s mind. Hell, I’d be more worried by anyone who wasn’t worried about it.” Elisa offered him a hand. “With that being said, I’m more then happy to back you up, no matter what. And you know, if you need someone to talk to or the like, I’m also here.” There was a hint of smile now, Elisa trying to sound confident and reassuring.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 14:15:58</strong>
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				<strong>Yamina Kazi<br>Near her <em>Locust</em><br>With Hiro</strong><br><br>Yamina took Hiro's hand and drew it from right to left across the script, speaking in her native tongue.&nbsp; "السر كاحمامه ,عندما يغادر يدي يطير" she said and let go at the end.&nbsp; "It means, my secret is like a dove.&nbsp; When it leaves my hand, it takes wings."&nbsp; She turned her head to look at him.&nbsp; "Hiro, you are a very good warrior.&nbsp; A good man," she added.&nbsp; "Very direct, like a man should be.&nbsp; You have a good eye for tactics."&nbsp; Yamina traced the words one last time with her own hand, then faced Hiro full on.<br><br>She watched his eyes only as she unzipped her parka and let it fall about her feet.&nbsp; Yamina knelt and untabbed her boots, then stepped out of them and drew her socks off one at a time with her toes.&nbsp; Piece by piece, never looking away from Hiro's dark eyes, she disrobed in the dark shadow of her 'Mech's birdlike legs.&nbsp; By the time she was done, nude as the virgin on her wedding bed, she shivered like one too from the cold.&nbsp; Yamina smiled, reached forward, and cupped Hiro's face in both her hands.&nbsp; The kiss she gave was warm, inviting, and tasted of marshmallows and chocolate.&nbsp; <br><br>"It is very cramped in the Locust," she warned, then turned and ascended the chain ladder, naked buttocks flashing like ostrich eggs in the moon's glow before disappearing into her cockpit.&nbsp; The hatch remained open, inviting Hiro inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 14:48:59</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Locust<br><strong>With:</strong> Yamina<br><br>I felt her hand on mine, tracing the lettering.&nbsp; Usually, I was the one who took initiative with a woman, but it was nice being the one who was guided.<br><br><em><strong>"...Very direct, like a man should be.&nbsp; You have a good eye for tactics..."</strong></em><br><br>I swallowed hard, then licked my lips as my eyes moved up and down Yamina's body as she disrobed in front of me.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I think I have a good eye for other things, too.&nbsp; Like beauty, for instance."</strong><br><br>She was moving deliberately, but the action was moving at even half the speed of that.&nbsp; It was similar to when I'm in the zone during combat and everything moves slower because I feel like I'm moving faster from being in tune with the moment.<br><br>The cold made her shiver, which made me want to warm her up.&nbsp; The air between our lips fogged up before she planted a kiss on my mouth.&nbsp; I held still, looking at her, making sure what was happening was real, and then I lowered my eyelids and tilted my head to the side a bit, better savoring the feel of her touch on my face and her taste on my tongue.<br><br>She turned and climbed he ladder, her hips swaying from side to side with each step on a rung.&nbsp; I knew what I <em>wanted</em> to do, but I wasn't <em>sure</em> what I <em>should</em> do.&nbsp; Was the kiss the only one for the night?&nbsp; Or the first of more?&nbsp; <br><br>She kept her hatch open, and that was all the invitation I needed.<br><br>I dug one heel of my boot into the toe of the other while biting into the tip of a mitten.&nbsp; One foot and one hand came out at the same time, then the ones on the opposite side did the same.&nbsp; I pulled off my t-shirt and pulled down my shorts, then climbed up after her as fast as I could, forgetting to remove the scarf and hat.&nbsp; I took a look at her in the seat of her cockpit, then got in with her, having the hatch close behind me.<br><br>I wasted no time, getting on top of her and feel her flesh under mine.&nbsp; I repaid her previous kiss with interest, holding her tight and having our bodies rub up against each other, getting both of us warm while fogging up the glass.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 14:56:52</strong>
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				<strong>Yamina Kazi<br>Inside the <em>Locust</em><br>Occupied with Hrio</strong><br><strong><br>"Very direct,"</strong> she murmured into his mouth between kisses and laughed quietly.&nbsp; Yamina's hand reached out and she toggled the environmental controls to start the heater flowing.&nbsp; It took the natural waste heat from the fusion reactor beneath them and blew it into the cockpit.&nbsp; It was rarely used and smelled a bit dusty.&nbsp; Normally MechWarriors were trying to dump heat, not bring it inside.&nbsp; When her hand returned, it rested flat against his chest, then slid lower to trace the outlined muscles of his abdomen.&nbsp; Despite the heat, her nipples were tight, crinkled little points and they ached whenever his skin rubbed against them.&nbsp; It wasn't enough.&nbsp; <strong>"Touch me,"</strong> she pleaded.&nbsp; <strong>"Make me feel your hands in my heart."</strong>&nbsp; Her hand slid lower, slid through the hair just below his belly, and then circled around the base of his cock.&nbsp; It twitched under her hand and she could feel his pulse distantly through it.&nbsp; Yamina's hand was light as it slid up to the head, then circled it before sliding down again.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 15:16:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7275761#msg7275761">Quote from: KaylaM on 25-11-2012, 13:33:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Elisa smiled a little at Graf, patiently letting the young man take his time and find his words. “I understand what you’re saying, really, and I know you’re not selling the others short by any means. However, I also understand battlefield realities; their light ‘Mechs aren’t big on punch by any means and would be hard pressed to being down anything but light armour. They’re great harassers and the like, but they will need us to deliver the killing blow.” She shrugged a moment. “Not that It can’t go the other way. I once saw a <em>Zeus</em> bought down by a <em>Jenner</em> that had gotten into its rear and touched off it’s ammo. Nasty stuff too.”<br><br>Shaking her head, she glanced over at him. “And don’t worry about the nerves either. Happens to everyone, especially before their first real fight or their first op with a new command. This is a very stressful situation you’re being thrust into, and certainly something that would weigh heavily on anyone’s mind. Hell, I’d be more worried by anyone who wasn’t worried about it.” Elisa offered him a hand. “With that being said, I’m more then happy to back you up, no matter what. And you know, if you need someone to talk to or the like, I’m also here.” There was a hint of smile now, Elisa trying to sound confident and reassuring.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Graff sighed a bit at Elisa's response, it was good to see that she understood both what he meant and what he's going through.&nbsp; In face he almost through he saw a smile in Elisa's usually very closed face.&nbsp; "Thank you."&nbsp; The thought of a Jenner taking on a Zeus was kind of ludicrous for him, back at Point Barrow they did things possibly a little too by the book and that meant mechs usually pegged into a very specific profile.&nbsp; The thought of a Marauder being placed in a scout lance would have been unheard of.&nbsp; When people did use unorthodox tactics their grade was punished severely if they lost and if they won they were usually punished in less academic ways.&nbsp; Then again, most military units aren't piecemealed together like merc units often are, unless you're immediate relatives are princes of a Inner Sphere state that is.<br><br>He responds and takes her hand, his handshake is weaker than hers for sure but there's still some grip strength in it.&nbsp; "Actually, can I bounce my idea off you?"&nbsp; He asks, hoping to get some confirmation in his tactical plan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 15:26:33</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Cockpit of Yamina's Locust<br><strong>With:</strong> Yamina<br><br>While she started low, I started up top.&nbsp; Her hand made me swell up immediately.&nbsp; I was feeling a bit of shrinkage from the cold, but her words and looks and touch warmed me up instantly.&nbsp; I took a breath, letting her have her way with me down there, keeping control of my arousal.&nbsp; My stomach contracted, making my manhood jump in her grip as it grew longer and thicker.&nbsp; I bucked my hips, sliding the shaft through her hand.<br><br><em><strong>"Touch me.&nbsp; Make me feel your hands in my heart."</strong></em><br><br>I got comfortable as I ran my fingers through her white hair.&nbsp; It was so soft and silky, and I used my nails to comb her scalp and trace her hairline.&nbsp; I pressed my forehead against hers, our noses touching, then tilted my head so our lips grazed against each other.&nbsp; My hands found her temples, touched her earlobes, and ran along her jawline to her chin, then up to the corners of her mouth.&nbsp; I felt her lips with my fingertips, then leaned in for a kiss, pushing my bottom lip between hers while I sucked and nibbled on her upper lip.<br><br>I broke the kiss and cupped her face in my hands, then moved my hands down the sides of her neck to her collarbones and shoulders.&nbsp; I took her hand off my cock and my scarf off my neck.&nbsp; I gently moved her arms up and over the headrest, then covered her eyes with the scarf.<br><br>My hands went down to her breasts, cupping them gently, feeling their shape and weight.&nbsp; My thumbs circled and passed over her nipples, then my fingertips squeezed them, pinched them, pulled them, tugged them, all gentle, all to see her reactions, to see what she liked.<br><br>Next, they went down the sides of her stomach until they were up against her hipbones, then traveled along her waist.&nbsp; I touched her upper thighs, spreading them wide, pulling her closer until her bottom was more toward the edge of the seat.<br><br>So very hard now, I lay my cock along the length of her slit.&nbsp; I pressed my sex up against hers, feeling our warmth against each other, and moved my hips to slide my manhood along her mound.&nbsp; I wanted to tease her, to drive her wild, but I felt myself going crazy, too.&nbsp; I reach up to her arms and wrapped them around my neck, kissing her again while I knocked against her entrance.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 15:29:00</strong>
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				Elisa returned the handshake and nodded. “Please, go ahead. I’m all ears.” She was trying her best to sound open and forward with him, a contrast to her earlier, standoffish responses to the others. “I’m not the type to shoot down ideas for the sake of it, so if you have something – anything – to say, then feel free to say it. And since we’re in an unfamiliar situation with unfamiliar people, right now I’m ready to take anything that’s on offer.”<br><br>“Hell, if there were more people that were willing to listen to advice rather then go with what they thought was right, then I’d likely be with my old unit still, and they’d still be around.&nbsp; But that’s a long story.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 15:45:30</strong>
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				Wow apparently Graff had pegged Elisa all wrong, while they've been together in the same small knit unit for about six months she always seemed kind of standoffish.&nbsp; Like it would bother her if he ever asked a question, now to Graff's own determent he never really went up to try and talk to her so it's more on him for having a preconceived notion about someone with out trying to find out if it was true or not.<br><br>His eyes did seem to light up a bit as he begins to go through his tactical assessment and plan, "So with the plan Walter put forward, I'm to take the scout lance through the west pass to hit their barracks and keep the mechs in their bays.&nbsp; If we just charge in that will leave the light mechs exposed to turret fire and anything else that might be in there for a good while until Ranna and myself can get into position."&nbsp; So far Graff's just recalling all of the information that most would see based upon the composition and maps provided.&nbsp; "My plan is to lead with my Marauder, be the first to enter the range of the turrets on the outside first.&nbsp; That way if the fog doesn't see us we'll know right away and can radio back to the rest of the company, assuming while running passively we can make it past the outer ring I'd once again start up through the pass first then have Hiro and Mina run past me to hit the barracks.&nbsp; Ranna's Hatchetman would be behind me up to this point when she'd also break away to hit the inner turrets as well as the outer facing ones that point towards the path Alroy's lance is going to take."<br><br>Graff sat back to see if how Elisa picks apart his plan, how he's exposing himself too much or he's keeping Hiro or Mina too constrained in the beginning...or something else entirely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 16:00:57</strong>
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				Elisa was definitely mentally kicking herself for not opening up to Graf earlier or even approaching him once while she’d been with the unit. There really was no excuse; she had plenty of opportunity, and it wasn’t like he’d put up a huge ‘go away’ sign. Maybe it was just the situation that had finally presented itself and created that opportunity. Either way, she was glad that the pair of them had got to talking. Even just seeing the change in Graf was a good start.<br><br>“It sounds like a good idea, actually.” She agreed as her mind raced over what he was saying, matching it up against the map and the known layout of the base. It also means that you’re effectively shielding your lancemates, making yourself the first target, which makes sense. Not only can your <em>Marauder</em> better take a hit then they can, but it also means that if there are some unpleasant surprises you can better hold them then the light ‘Mechs would.” Elisa rubbed her chin as she ran over the possibilities.<br><br>“Either way, I still think it’d be a good idea to use your cover wisely, and don’t keep Hiro or Mina bottled up too long. Once you’re on-fled and have the defences onto you, then let them loose. They can do a lot of damage that way, and Mina’s <em>Locust</em> is going to be especially capable against any infantry or even personnel that escape the barracks.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 16:30:09</strong>
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				It was good to hear that he had correctly assessed the situation and his units capabilities, it took a great load off of his mind.&nbsp; Enough that Graff might be able to get some sleep tonight before the opp.&nbsp; "Ok, great...yeah that's what I was thinking as well."&nbsp; Graff's verbalization was considerably more upbeat than before, having an experienced mechwarrior positively critique his plan.&nbsp; He moves his hands behind his back interlacing his fingers and pulls up sending his chest downward as he stretches attempting to work the knots in his back and neck.&nbsp; Rolling his head around to limber it up he grunts a bit before looking back towards Elisa, her hair looking more brown than red in the dim light.<br><br>With a plan in place and the rest of the company having retreated to various mechs, some their own and other to others Graff is unsure what to do next.&nbsp; He waking up his lancemates to go over his plan probably wouldn't go over too well.&nbsp; "So, um, how many missions like this have you been on?"&nbsp; He opts for small talk right now, not sure why though, perhaps just to fill time or to use this time to try and get to know Elisa since they've finally started to talk and he found out that she's more approachable than he initially thought...or at least she is now.&nbsp; One conversation does not necessarily make a profile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 16:54:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7275360#msg7275360">Quote from: orderNchaos on 25-11-2012, 08:39:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">]"Hey Miyoko,"[/color]&nbsp; She said still with the smile on her face and her head cocked a little to the left.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned the small girl for a moment, taking in the lines and curves of her body.&nbsp; "I need to do something to work off some steam.&nbsp; Care to spar with me for a bit?&nbsp; Miyoko's petite body gave her the air of being weak or fragile, but Ranna knew never to underestimate the capability or attractiveness of small packages. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Miyoko was about to head back to her mech when the other woman spoke to her and she slowly turned on her booted feet, the smile so infectious that she feels her own lips curl into a feral grin. "Spar? Why I would love to." The other women in the company had a way of making Miyoko feel well less then female with their wonderful looks and curvy bodies, even though Miyoko didnt really have much interest in sex it still nagged at her at times so any invitation from them to spend some time together was always welcome. Made her feel less like an intruder.<br><br>"Unarmed or do you wish to use a sword?" she asks as she tilts her head to the side with a loud crack and starts to slowly limber herself up after having been piloting her mech for so long, slowly leaning back with another loud popping of her spine that would have left her breasts very nicely exposed if she had had much in the way of such. Some people would probably ask why she always wore those kind of clothing if she disliked her body so much, truth to be told it was just one in the long line of barriers she had built up to keep people from knowing to much about her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 17:32:08</strong>
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				<strong>Yamina Kazi<br>Inside the <em>Locust</em><br>Occupied with Hrio</strong><br><br>No lover had ever blindfolded her before.&nbsp; Mina's heart quickened until it was almost painful.&nbsp; The urge to pull it off, to see, was almost overwhelming but she forced herself to give over to the new sensation.&nbsp; It made every other sensation that much more intense she quickly found.&nbsp; Hiro might be foolhardy and reckless on the field of battle, but in the sweeter lists of love he was patient and thorough.&nbsp; Mina's body sang under his hands and she felt an emptiness below her belly, deep inside, that needed to be filled.<br><strong><br>"Very much a man,"</strong> she murmured against his neck, then gave a whimpering growl when his cock teased her but didn't fulfill its promise.&nbsp; Mina used the leverage of her arms around his neck, where Hiro had so thoughtfully placed them, to lift her ass up off the seat and impale herself with an accuracy her gunnery would never match.&nbsp; Hiro slid in, stretching and filling her wonderfully and Mina came on the spot.&nbsp; She shuddered against Hiro and then sighed deeply.<br><br><strong>"Your turn,"</strong> she whispered, and began to squeeze him with the muscles of her cunt, not moving her body at all.&nbsp; The blindfold had slipped, giving her a rakish, piratical air and she laughed then used a free hand to sweep it off and onto the floor of the crowded cockpit.&nbsp; <strong>"Come on, Hiro.&nbsp; Take what you want, empty yourself into me and let me feel your passion inside my body."</strong>&nbsp; Now she began to rock, lifting herself up and swiveling her hips against his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mina leaned forward and took Hiro's earlobe into her mouth, worrying it with her teeth and tongue.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 18:02:49</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Base Camp<br>Sparring with Miyoko<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><br><hr><br><em>"Unarmed or do you wish to use a sword?"</em>&nbsp; A twist of mischief curled Ranna's smile at Miyoko's question.&nbsp; Ranna was trained in many forms of weapons, swords had not been something she figured would be much needed on a battlefield.&nbsp; The irony was no lost on her though, considering she drove a mech that fought with a hatchet.&nbsp; Miyoko seemed to start limbering up at the mere suggestion of sparring.&nbsp; "Well since I suggested it, I guess it's your choice of weapon, but it might be a bad idea for us to pull out cold steel the evening before a big Op."&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna slowly started working her own muscles and joints in preparation for this little match up.&nbsp; She hadn't had much chance to spar with many of the other mechwarriors as of yet, but it was always a nice way to burn off steam and after her discussion with Walter on strategy, she needed either violence or sex and some how sex just didn't seem on the menu tonight.&nbsp; Enjoying the feel of the body suit she wore pulling tight against her skin as she moved to stretch her muscles.&nbsp; The suit kept the warmth in and on occasion in the cockpit, the heat out.&nbsp; She unzipped the center zipper down from her neckline to just above the point in her breast bone where her cleavage started in order to give the suit a vent for the warmth which was about to hit her.&nbsp; Ranna noticed that she and Miyoko had unconsciously started circling each other without actually deciding the rules of the fight.&nbsp; "No permanent damage or blood.&nbsp; I don't think Walter would take to kindly to some of his best Mechwarriors missing the fight due to injuries."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 18:18:59</strong>
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				Miyoko Shadowborn<br>Base Camp<br>Sparring with Ranna Krannok<br><br>"hmm that is true, so I guess I will go easy on you" she grins in a little teasing way, her statement just as much compliment as it was standard banter. Praising the other warrior for her prowess will at the same time teasing that she will go down now. "so.. wrestling perhaps? just try and not land on my body frame too hard, then again you are padded" her voice she realizes holds a little venom as the other woman flaunts her cleavage by zipping down the jumpsuit. Slowly her boots circle close to the ground, checking for any hidden holes that will make her lose her balance while searching for an opening her hands held up before her ready to deflect come what may.<br><br>"So.. have at you devil woman" she teases and darts forward glad to get this opportunity to blow off some steam, being a bit of a loner tended to make her chances like this rare in deed. As Ranna easily dodges the first exchange Miyoko dances out of reach with a big smile on her face, her heart pounding like mad. And slowly a little plan was forming in her head and she keeps her eyes open for the opportunity she needs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 18:54:59</strong>
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				"Just a couple of months on the field, actually, my first time was with you guys. Spent about four years on Solaris, though." Lily stated it as a simple fact rather than trying to make it sound self-glorifying. She was proud and mostly satisfied with what she'd accomplished in her time as a gladiator, but she wasn't particularly boastful in general, nor did she think that she'd be impressing a grizzled old veteran with the comparatively short story of her career. Anyone who followed the fights and rankings on Solaris would recognize her as a promising up-and-comer, but to anyone else she was just some random chick with bright hair, certainly not a household name or anything.<br><br>"Only time I've ever been in an Assault class was back in school, but those were lame and stripped down, you know how it is." Lily stole a few more glances at the Awesome's cockpit, finding herself naturally interested and intrigued. It was a much older model than her own cutting-edge machine, though certainly no less formidable because of it, so there were a lot more stylistic differences than just the size. Sliding both of her hands through her hair, she titled her head back slightly to group it all up together behind her head and fluffed it up slightly before settling herself more comfortably in her seat.<br><br>For the next thirty minutes or so, she and Erich basically hung out together like friends, trading a few war (or in her case, arena) stories and funny anecdotes, just casually chatting and laughing and learning a bit more about one another. Lily didn't want to overstay her welcome or keep either of them up too late on the night before a mission, however, so she eventually got up and prepared to head back to her own Mech where her small, fold-down alcove style bed awaited her. <br><br>"Hey, you should come over to my place next time. Not quite as roomy, but it's got a bitchin' sound system." She smiled at her lance leader almost impishly and gave him a quick nod of her chin in place of a standard goodbye before climbing out of the cockpit and down the ladder, very much pleased with how the evening had turned out. <br><br>On her way back to her Axman, Lily stumbled upon Miyoko and Ranna who were engaged in a bit of sparring, so she decided to stick around and watch, keeping a respectful distance so as not to hinder either of the women. Since close combat was also a hobby and specialty of hers, she was interested in seeing what some of her fellow pilots could do, and maybe at some point she'd book one of them for a session as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 20:30:32</strong>
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				Erich enjoyed his small conversation with Lily; the younger Mechwarrior was knowledgeable in a variety of subjects, but was also amazingly receptive to input and observation, plus she picked up on the subtle hints he peppered through the short war stories he shared with her. She also seemed more than interested in his mention of keeping in practice with his marksmanship, making him consider inviting her to go hunting with him sometime. After she departed to head back over to her own 'Mech, the 65-ton Axman standing only a few dozen metres away from his Awesome, Erich stretched again and slouched into the command seat of his 'mech, opening a laser comm to Walt's Highlander.<br><br>"Hey. Walt. I know you don't need the advice, but here it is anyhow. Keep plan B in mind. Better to lose some armour than lose a 'mech if things go wrong. And Don't forget that you're as ammo-dependant as Alt's bad case of crabs. You're the hammer, I'm still the anvil. Also, ECM is your friend; missiles tend to shit themselves when trying to lock on since I got the Guardian installed. And Don't forget, you'll need to leave early to sneak around the eidge to your entrance point. Wake me before you head off." Toggling his 'mech's communication suite to 'recieve-only' he closed his eyes, settling into a light slumber, the only sounds in his 'Mech being the quiet hiss of static caused by the comm channel remaining open, mingled with the blanket of interference created by his war machine's ECM suite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 21:22:53</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Base Camp<br>Sparring with Miyoko<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><br><hr><br><em>"hmm that is true, so I guess I will go easy on you...so.. wrestling perhaps? just try and not land on my body frame too hard, then again you are padded"</em>&nbsp; Ranna grinned back at the Miyoko's comment.&nbsp; She expected confidence from her, but cockiness, that was a trait she hadn't expected.&nbsp; Watching her change footing, Ranna mentally prepares herself for Miyoko as she telegraphs her initial attack.&nbsp; <em>"So.. have at you devil woman"</em>&nbsp; Miyoko presses forward with her expected attack.&nbsp; Ranna quickly turns the attack letting Miyoko push through her while giving her a quick smack on the ass for her troubles.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're going to have to do better than that little one."&nbsp; The look of mischief growing on her face as she crouches into a more balanced stance.&nbsp; Her legs spread forward and back, her torso twisted to provide a small target and her hand by her sides to deflect any attack.&nbsp; Ranna circled, slowly working her way in, making the circle smaller and smaller.&nbsp; Miyoko had speed as she was smaller than Ranna, but Ranna had reach.&nbsp; <br><br>Happy with the progress of the circle, Ranna slowly moved closer, deflecting whatever small attack Miyoko made.&nbsp; Finally within range, Ranna pushed forward reaching out for Miyoko's waist, fully prepared for the girls counter 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 21:45:20</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The cockpit inside Yamina's Locust<br><strong>With:</strong> Yamina<br><br>I had been moving my hips forward and back, feeling Yamina's pussy against my cock.&nbsp; I pushed the head against her entrance, only to have it slide up toward her clit until her nether lips were kissing my balls.&nbsp; It let me see how deep inside her I would go, how wide I would stretch her.&nbsp; In the dim moonlight and display indicators, I could see our sexes glistening with her juices and my pre-cum.<br><br>But Yamina wasn't the kind to moan, whimper or beg for me to penetrate her.&nbsp; She was a woman of action, and she surprised me by moving her hips up then down, getting me to enter her with one stroke.<br><br>I nearly came right there, but I could feel the walls of Yamina's tunnel clamp down tightly around me.&nbsp; I wasn't sure if she had come.&nbsp; Her sounds and movements were not obvious, but subtle.&nbsp; Just lots of tension in her body and her breath being held then released.<br><br><em><strong>"Your turn."</strong></em><br><br>Her walls relaxed but tightened again.&nbsp; She felt even more snug and slick.&nbsp; I started with short strokes deep inside her, gradually pulling out farther for each thrust that bottomed out inside her.<br><br><em><strong>"Come on, Hiro.&nbsp; Take what you want, empty yourself into me and let me feel your passion inside my body."</strong></em><br><br>She was a talker.&nbsp; Nice.&nbsp; I liked talkers.&nbsp; And I liked talking too.<br><br><strong>"Ooh, yeah, Mina.&nbsp; You want that?&nbsp; You want me inside you?&nbsp; Take it.&nbsp; Take what I give you.&nbsp; I want to fill you up, stretch you out, use you, for my pleasure."</strong><br><br>I was getting closer.<br><br><strong>"It feels so good to be inside you.&nbsp; I want you, I've wanted you so bad, so long, since I first saw you, to do this to you, with you, for you.&nbsp; Oh, god, Mina.&nbsp; I feel so close, just a bit more, just a bit longer, maybe if... if you... come also... that will... get me... to empty myself... inside your... body..."</strong><br><br>This was it.&nbsp; Eyes rolling back in my head.&nbsp; Tension building.&nbsp; Can't take anymore.&nbsp; Like heat sinks being overloaded, klaxons blaring, red lights blinking.<br><br>I bucked and my head hit the top of the cockpit.&nbsp; One of us hit a button, causing the cockpit to open a crack, the sounds of our passion disturbing the quiet night as the Locust rocked in its suspension.<br><br><strong>"Mina!&nbsp; Yamina!&nbsp; Either-as-it-pleases-you!&nbsp; Losing... purpose... with.. abandon... MARSHMALLOW!"</strong><br><br>I felt the muscles of my rear flex as I crammed myself all the way up inside Yamina.&nbsp; My back arched as I unleased the first torrent of my semen deep inside her.<br><br>I was no longer in control of my body.&nbsp; I was just giving in, giving into whatever would get me to give her all my cum.<br><br>More spurts deep inside her, sticky warmth filling her, coating her walls and my shaft as I swelled up and as she milked me for every drop I had.<br><br>Finally, after one of the hardest orgasms I've had in recent memory, I collapsed on top of her, completely spent, catching my breath as my heart pounded.&nbsp; I timed our breathing so they synchronized.&nbsp; I kissed her occasionally as we caught our breath together and relaxed with her under me.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 21:53:10</strong>
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				Miyoko Shadowborn<br>Base Camp<br>Sparring with Ranna Krannok<br><br>Mioko laughs at the playful swat on her ass, trying to ignore the fact that it was the first time anyone even touched her behind. "oo.. good one.. I thought we where sparring not having sex though" she jokes trying to hide her blushing cheeks and the rather awkwardness it caused. Then she sees her opponent moving forward and instead of backing out she rushes in, sending a quick little jab against her opponents face to make her duck and with her right she grabs the opened jumpsuit and uses it for leverage to throw her opponent over her shoulder with a grunt as she has to use all her strength to budge the larger woman. Her boots slipping on the moist grass and with a loud "oh shit oh shit oh shit" she faceplants straight into Ranna. "hmmffss sowwy" she mumbles and then turns a beet red as she realizes her throw all but ripped the jumpsuit open and she now has her face buried deep in the other womans ample cleavage and she scrambles frantically to try and get away. "oh my.. sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!!!" she babbles desperately flailing trying to untangle herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 23:01:19</strong>
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				<strong>Yamina Kazi<br>Inside the <em>Locust</em><br>Occupied with Hrio</strong><br><br>She couldn't help it.&nbsp; Hiro was just too adorable and the marshmallow comment set her off.&nbsp; Not in a climax, but in giggles.&nbsp; Even as he was trying to plant his seed deep in her womb, which was contracting in an atavistic response that was almost as intense as an orgasm, Mina giggled.&nbsp; And giggled.&nbsp; And giggled some more.&nbsp; She held Hiro through his cool down, trying to control her mirth, but was largely unsuccessful.<br><br><strong>"Seriously?&nbsp; Marshmallow?" </strong>she asked as her hands stroked his neck and sweaty hair.&nbsp; She enjoyed the feeling of a man inside her after sex, of the way they were so soft and relaxed and exhausted.&nbsp; It made her feel joyous to know she'd caused him to feel that way, and the physical sign of their mutual satisfaction slowly slid out of her around his cock, coating the inside of her thighs and the crack of her ass with his semen and her juices.&nbsp; <strong>"Marshmallow?"</strong> she asked again, then giggled until she almost couldn't breathe.&nbsp; When she was finished, she kissed Hiro hard and lingeringly.<br><br><strong>"That was good, Hiro,"</strong> she said.&nbsp; <strong>"But, we have to..."</strong>&nbsp; she got a serious look on her face, moved her butt, and frowned as he slid out of her, <strong>"...finish up and get some rest.&nbsp; Hand me that towel,"</strong> she said and gestured towards a plain white towel hanging near her cockpit seat, kept there to wipe sweat off her body.&nbsp; Mina carefully wiped Hiro clean, teasing him just a bit, then did the same for herself before folding it into a rectangle and pressing it between her thighs and up against her nether lips to catch any more semen that might dribble out.<br><br>Mina kissed him again, lighter and shorter this time.&nbsp; <strong>"Go get our clothes.&nbsp; No way am I going back out in that cold."&nbsp; </strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 23:58:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7276135#msg7276135">Quote from: mvo33 on 25-11-2012, 16:30:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It was good to hear that he had correctly assessed the situation and his units capabilities, it took a great load off of his mind.&nbsp; Enough that Graff might be able to get some sleep tonight before the opp.&nbsp; "Ok, great...yeah that's what I was thinking as well."&nbsp; Graff's verbalization was considerably more upbeat than before, having an experienced mechwarrior positively critique his plan.&nbsp; He moves his hands behind his back interlacing his fingers and pulls up sending his chest downward as he stretches attempting to work the knots in his back and neck.&nbsp; Rolling his head around to limber it up he grunts a bit before looking back towards Elisa, her hair looking more brown than red in the dim light.<br><br>With a plan in place and the rest of the company having retreated to various mechs, some their own and other to others Graff is unsure what to do next.&nbsp; He waking up his lancemates to go over his plan probably wouldn't go over too well.&nbsp; "So, um, how many missions like this have you been on?"&nbsp; He opts for small talk right now, not sure why though, perhaps just to fill time or to use this time to try and get to know Elisa since they've finally started to talk and he found out that she's more approachable than he initially thought...or at least she is now.&nbsp; One conversation does not necessarily make a profile.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Elisa was glad to talk, feeling more then a little relieved as she began to open up to Graf. He seemed like a nice enough guy so far, just struggling with his own nerves and lack of confidence – both perfectly understandable, given the circumstances. “I was with Castilla’s Cavaliers for four years of active service, riding an old <em>Centurion</em> that was more rust then ‘Mech, and I saw a fair amount of action in that time. Even if a lot of the time we were pulling low-end, low-action garrison contracts and the like, I did do my share of shooting.”<br><br>“Even before then I’d been raised in the unit, learning about the Merc trade first-hand.” She indicated over her shoulder to her ‘Mech. “The <em>Black Knight</em> was my father’s before he chose to retire. We had a contract go bad on us and the damn cows decided that we were in the wrong for their own damn screw up.” There was a hint of anger in her voice for a moment before she settled. “And so that’s how I ended up here. And don’t feel bad if you’ve never heard of the Cavaliers; we weren’t exactly the biggest names in the Merc world.”<br><br>There was another small smile, one that open and inviting. “Still, second chances and all. That’s why I’m here.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 00:15:57</strong>
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				Graff listened patiently as Elisa talked trying to take in what she was saying, everyone knew what a Centurion looked like for the most part after Justin Allard's famed 'stunt'.&nbsp; "Yeah, sorry haven't heard of the Cavaliers, and I grew up rewatching taped Trideo recordings of of his climb to become Solaris' Champ right before the 4th Succession War so I'm familiar with the Centurion."&nbsp; The commentators always talked about how it was non-stock and he removed all the long range capabilities out of his mech in favor of a big punch.&nbsp; <br><br>Still hearing that she grew up in a Merc company was a little shocking and his eyes showed as much, "I wouldn't have guessed you as a Merc brat."&nbsp; Although truth be told there isn't much more that he would have guessed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Second chances is kind of why I'm here too I guess, my scores out of the academy weren't great.&nbsp; It was either get lost in obscurity in some back water world or throw my hand in with a Mercenary Unit and see what happens.&nbsp; So here I am."&nbsp; Graff pretty much succinctly summed up his life story in those two sentences, sure there were a bunch of details about the hardships he had in the academy and the boring times before that but there's little reason to bore someone with that right away.&nbsp; With a bit of a chuckle he continues, "I apologize it's not a very exciting story."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 01:31:31</strong>
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				“There’s nothing wrong with normalcy.” Elisa countered. “Stability in life is a good thing, and definitely under-rated. Hells, it’s something I wouldn’t have minded a little bit more of in my life when I was growing up.” Her tone wasn’t resentful, just simply earnest and straightforward. “I spent most of my childhood travelling from world to world as the Cavaliers’ worked different contracts, so there wasn’t much room for me to settle down, make connections or lead a ‘normal’ life so to speak. Hell, in many ways the boring garrison jobs were the best as I’d get to stay in one place for a while in a semblance of stability.”<br><br>She raised a brow. “You say you hadn’t figured me for a mercenary brat. Any reason? I’m not being critical, just more curious then anything else.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 01:44:46</strong>
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				That's the way it goes doesn't it, the ones with a normal boring life wish for something more exciting and the ones that have had an exciting life wish for something more lowkey.&nbsp; <br><br>"Um, no...no reason.&nbsp; I guess it's be cause you didn't really seem to be that approachable that I figured you were...um...well, kind of a bitch."&nbsp; Graff spoke his mind honestly even if that cuts this conversation short.&nbsp; Holding up his hands he shakes them slightly palm out, "I'm sorry, it's not like I think that any more.&nbsp; It's just that most of the people I've meet like that tend to be complete bastards or bitches.&nbsp; They either blow you off if you ask a question or bite your head off."&nbsp; Point Barrow comes to mind.&nbsp; "I would have guessed you came from a proper military unit instead of a Mercenary company if I was asked before today."<br><br>Smooth Graff, real smooth...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 02:49:59</strong>
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				“No, it’s entirely fair.” Elisa admitted. “I admit now that I was probably rather standoffish at first and I could have done a lot more to engage myself with the rest of the unit to begin with.” She gave a noncommittal shrug. “After being within the rather familial and close structure of a small merc unit where most of its members were friends and family, being in amongst strangers is an unusual experience for me. In the Cavaliers, everyone knew everyone else. It was like living in a small town, albeit one that was mobile and heavily armed.”<br><br>“No offence taken at all, really.” She finished. “And I’m not the type to rip people’s heads off for simply asking a question or the like. If anything, I’m happy to hear what you have to say as you’ve likely thought of something that I’ve missed.” Elisa laughed a little at the thought. “Usually something obvious that’s right in front of me which I overlooked why examining the details.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 03:26:59</strong>
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				Graff was glad to hear that she's not the type to rip someone's head off, in this case his.&nbsp; "Huh, I guess I never thought of it that way.&nbsp; While most military units are composed of the same military building blocks, the scales are quite different.&nbsp; Your company can be one of 15 in a regiment, and that's just mechs and not any of the mechanized, infantry, or support units.&nbsp; Your company gets lost pretty quickly in the structure.&nbsp; Hell my graduating class had 250-300 people in it."<br><br>An awkward pause was left standing, Graff looked down before returning Elisa's gaze.&nbsp; "I know you said you didn't take offense, but I'm sorry...I'm sorry for being stupid mostly.&nbsp; I shouldn't have stereotyped you so, well anyone really...except for Walter, I'm pretty sure he was born crotchety."&nbsp; Graff laughed hoping his little joke went over well, really though if Walter smiles you should watch out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 06:39:36</strong>
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				Walter had a brief moment of relief as the comms stuttered to life but sighed as it was only Erich. He couldn't help smiling a little though. Alroy and Erich was still treating him like a youngblood after all these years, but it was a good checklist to go by, so he didn't mind. As Erich concluded he opened the channel and sent him a transmission.<br><br>"You know me Erich, wouldn't be the first time we stand back to back. I just hope the new kids understand there is no shame hiding behind the Brick."<br><br>Never plan for the unexpected, just be ready when it happen. Or as Old Guts'n'Bones said it <em>If the mission gives you lemons, stab the fucker in the eyes and steal his sugar!</em> There was one thing he wouldn't emulate about the old man though. He always had one last plan if all else failed. There is no real shame in failure if you come back to fight another day. A sudden tick in his left eye hinted towards something being wrong. Not real wrong, that was what his right eye was for. He slammed the button on the cockpit blinds and looked out. Ranna and Miyoko was sparring right in front of his own 'Mech and he could see the Locust rocking. He sighed loudly and flicked the switch to the loudspeakers.<br><br>"What the heck is this, a circus? Miyoko, I need you up early tomorrow! Go to bed, that's an order. Yamina, you better send whoever is in there with you back their way! If they sleep their over the night there is no separating you tomorrow! Graff, I'm bolting you up early tomorrow too along with Erich, so get you ass over to your Marauder."<br><br>He shut the channel and closed the blinds. Sometimes he wondered if he was running a mercenary unit or a daycare...<br><br><hr><br><strong>0330 hours, Day 1</strong><br><br>Walter had gathered Graff and Erich around the dying fire and stuck a coffee pot in the still hot coals. There were some last details to be shared before the mission. In about half an hour he would leave with Miyoko and Maho to advance to their positions. He had gone up 0300 and woken them up, setting them to work with checking all their systems and load up what ammo was left. He had instructed Maho how to stick the clip harness on the hull so that she would drop the explosives in the reactor instead of blowing it up while wearing it. After that he got to gathering up his Lance-leaders around a pot of black as the night coffee. He just about chugged a cup of the beverage before lighting a pipe and giving the two of them a solemn look. He kept his voice down so that only they would hear.<br><br>"I haven't had contact with Bastion since yesterday morning. We might have to call the mission off. Even so I am figuring we make it to our insertion points and if we haven't heard from Bastion by then I'm calling retreat. If I have heard from them, I'll call the attack and you are a-go. Graff, I want you to mind what you do in there, don't take too many risks. You are the leader, if you go down there will be a moment of hesitation from your Lance that could end in utter failure. There is nothing wrong in soaking a few hits for your team, but mind your status and remember that the gun on your back is perfect for pounding the turrets. A good shot on the turret-ring will jam its rotation until it can be fixed by the crew. Let Hiro and Yamina loose, they have quick 'Mechs and are only really in danger if they don't have cover or are at a great distance. Once they are about 300 meters close or closer they'll run circles around those turrets. Erich, I'm not giving you anything, you know bloody well what to do with your Lance. Once I give the go, shut everything but the emergency and Lance-channels."<br><br>He stood up, not waiting for the leaders to ask any questions. Time was up and he had to take the girls for a trek across the mountains and plains.<br><br>"<em>The op starts approximately at 0600. Good luck and make sure there are repair bills on the table, no wreckage salvage other than theirs.</em>"<br><br>He grinned and walked over to Maho and Miyoko, giving each a stern look before he flashed a smile.<br><br>"Very well, saddle up and mind the cohesion, the fog will be thick. We're going for a little hike."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 07:00:33</strong>
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				Miyoko Shadowborn<br>Base Camp<br>Preparing<br><br>As the big boss blared over the loudspeakers the two ladies broke it up, flashing the cute redhead a little impish grin. "next time dear, fight well tomorrow!" She wraps her arms around the taller woman and then shuffles off to her mech a little embarrassed. Climbing into her cockpit she flashes a smile to her teddy bears "sleep tight darlings, tomorrow is show time" Putting her feet up she quickly fell asleep, having strange dreams about fluffy balls chasing her wanting to smother her face.<br><br>The alarm goes off way to early and it is with a lot of yawning she manages to report in, people might have spoken to her. Afterwards she never could say, she was so sleepy. "next time I will ask for garrison duty" she mumbles hoping the slavemaster doesnt hear her. The stern look she gets as he walks over cuts to her soul and she visibly shrinks back, not really appreciating his attitude the night before but of course she keeps her mouth shut. Truth to be told only reason she does is because it is darn hard to have an argument when you are yawning all the time.<br><br>"yes sir.. right behind you sir.. watching you sir.. not breaking the rules sir" she mumbles softly and turns to head towards her mech, grumbling about the lack of missiles as she only has a few in her magazine. "stupid morning, stupid fog.. stupid soft balls." she uncorks a waterbottle and pours the ice cold content over her face in a vain effort of waking up. "stupid water" her feet manage after the third try to find the chain ladder and she climbs up. "stupid ladder,, stupid hatch"<br><br>Miyoko really wasnt a morning person, but as she tugged the cooling vest on and fitted the helmet her brain finally woke up. Sneaking a little glance around and seeing no one she opens her console in a way it never was meant to and takes out a little bottle and pops a pill into her mouth. Letting it dissolve before opening her coms channel "Puma here, ready to rock." she turns to Rose with a sad smile. "I know baby, just make them count ok? Ok everyone! Battlecoms! no more chitchat" the bears stare stoicly at their readouts and Miyoko makes a few bear noises "burr burr.. burrr" as if they replied to her.<br><br>"did I mention stupid fog?" she grumbles as the fusion reactor rumbles into life and all the console lights flicker on and instantly all other thoughts are gone, she no longer is the tiny asian girl, she is a 55 ton deadthdealing monster. She starts her checklist as she awaits her orders to move out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 07:48:34</strong>
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				Erich idly sloshed the coffee in his mug back and forth; he had long ago accepted that any military or mercenary group only had two types of coffee. Semi-tepid sludge better suited for filling cracks in ferrocrete roadways, or scalding tar best used to pour on the peasants attacking the family castle. The coffee in his mug was, despite the attempt of the campfire to heat the liquid, fairly solidly in the first camp of the two types. Listening to the last details of the briefing in the pitch darkness of pre-predawn gloom, he nodded at the news that the company's dropship was out of contact, but decided to keep that information to himself.<br><br>Turning away from the meeting point as the group broke up to get to their 'mechs, he walked over to where his Lance's 'Mechs stood in a loose clump. Climbing into his Assault 'mech, he peeled out of his jumpsuit, swapping the fatigues for a pair of shorts and his cooling vest. Toggling various switches and activating the assault 'mech's command prefix code, the Awesome's Pitban 240 Engine rumbled to life, feeding power to the war machine's actuators, weapons, and sensors. Shrugging his neurohelmet into place, Erich got comfortable, slowly testing the 'mech's responsiveness to his controls while the helmet allowed the war machine's 3-ton internal gyroscope to balance the 13-metre tall machine as if it was using his own sense of balance.<br><br>Toggling his comms, he spoke clearly, his deep voice rumbling through the comms of the other three 'mechs in the lance. "Assault Lance; Ready Check." As he waited for the other three to signal readiness, either vocally or via sensor ping, he Moved his Awesome towards the north exit of the canyon the company had sheltered in, smiling slightly as the DI computer reported that everything had checked out and all systems were green. As his 'Mech strode at its walking pace of 32 Kph towards the edge of the canyon, Erich moved his left hand to a joystick offset from the weapon control stick, using it to test the actuator's in the Awesome's pyramid-shaped left hand; the four-fingered claw opening and closing with surprising care; the Veteran 'Mechwarrior had, in the past, been able to use the 'mech's hand for more than just punching an enemy in the face, and, to his mind, it paid to keep in practice.<br><br>Toggling his comms again once the Assault lance had formed up, he spoke in his usual clipped tone. "Stick to energy weapons unless you have a clear shot at something vital. Maintain speed at Forty Kilometres per Hour until we arrive. Once we engage, focus fire. Vice, you're with me once we hit the base. Defiance and Kismet, once we breach defenses, link up with the Recon lance to secure the mech bays, at best speed. Vice and I will go right up the middle. No stupid stunts; I expect all of you to come back in one piece, and with your 'mech Not on a salvage flatbed. Clear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 13:05:33</strong>
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				Elisa was up and ready to go, experience having long ago taught her to not dawdle and be out of bed as fast as possible. Hateable Coffee down the hatch (Something she was also regrettably used to) and a quick protein bar breakfast her as physically prepped as the situation would allow, something that she could gladly live with.<br><br>She gave her <em>Black Knight</em> one last look-over before boarding it, something she always did when she had the chance. The battered machine showed its age, its hull scarred and lined form innumerable battles across the centuries, being shot apart, repaired and rebuilt many times over the course of its life. The machine still wore the Cavaliers’ colours, a mixture of dull grayish-brown and flat red, shabby and mismatched like everything else.<br><br>Clambering into the massive machine and taking up her place in the cockpit, Eliza sealed the hatch and, with practiced ease, stripped off her fatuiges and donned her cooling vest, hooking up all the medical and diagnostic feeds to the cockpit systems. The initial startup systems came on, lights and displays coming to life within the cockpit. Eliza donned her Neurohelmet, settling it into place on her shoulders.<br><br>And then a vaguely feminine, clearly artificial, voice spoke. “How was your trip to Tangerz?”<br><br>Eliza replied, her voice clear and concise. “The place was pretty dead. Got a nice cat though”<br><br>“Autorisation code accepted.” The Computer spoke again, the rumble of the fusion engine powering up audible even over the rest of the systems. “Reactor online. Sensors online. Weapons online. All systems nominal.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 17:10:39</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br>Ranna Krannok<br>Base Camp<br>Prepping Harlequin<br><br><hr> and with a loud "oh shit oh shit oh shit" she faceplants straight into Ranna. "hmmffss sowwy" she mumbles and then turns a beet red as she realizes her throw all but ripped the jumpsuit open and she now has her face buried deep in the other womans ample cleavage and she scrambles frantically to try and get away. "oh my.. sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!!!" she babbles desperately flailing trying to untangle herself.<br><br><em>"oo.. good one.. I thought we where sparring not having sex though"</em>&nbsp; Ranna grinned even wider at the comment, noticing Miyoko was turning red.&nbsp; Miyoko's unexpected lunge just in time with Ranna's grab for the girls waist threw them both off balance, but Ranna's sure footing caused Miyoko to underestimate her footing which threw the smaller woman into an uncontrolled slide on the snow.&nbsp; <em>"oh shit oh shit oh shit"</em>&nbsp; Unable to control the maneuver, Ranna suddenly finds herself with Miyoko planted against the warm skin of her chest under her now open jumpsuit. <em>"hmmffss sowwy" </em><br><br>The two women slipping on the wet snowy grass attempting to untangle themselves, Ranna starts laughing at how awkward Miyoko is feeling, trying to bring some levity to what the small girl sees as a very strange situation.&nbsp; "It's ok, Miyoko, I don't mind."&nbsp; She says with a grin just as the booming loud speaker from Walter's mech breaks in.<br><br><em>"What the heck is this, a circus? Miyoko, I need you up early tomorrow! Go to bed, that's an order. </em>&nbsp; Shaking her head with amused dismay, Ranna zips her jumpsuit back up to her collar and looks back at Miyoko as she heads towards her Hatchetman.&nbsp; <em>"next time dear, fight well tomorrow!" </em><br><br>"And you Miyoko.&nbsp; Be safe."&nbsp; With Miyoko descending the ladder to her cockpit, Ranna settles quietly on the foot of Harlequin for a moment to take in the peace of the night.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>As with every other mission, Ranna woke well before the rest of the group.&nbsp; Her jumpsuit and a heavy leather jacket pulled tight around her body, she systematically checked the outer access ports of her Hatcheman ensuring everything was in place and well maintained.&nbsp; Once the camp started stirring, she moved back into her cockpit.&nbsp; "Voice command access required"&nbsp; The computer chirped as she sat in the control seat starting up secondary systems.&nbsp; The fire of Solaris is paled by the power of the Black Widows bite.&nbsp; Upon completion of the command line, a slow building hum from deep inside Harlequin filled the air as primary systems began coming online.&nbsp; Weapons, propulsion, heat dissipation, neuro-control.&nbsp; The computer cycled through a preset checklist of systems that Ranna had programmed to check one after the other.&nbsp; Checking her load out and ensuring that the CASE ammo holds were filled she cycled command codes through the system and set the AC Autocannon to small round burst.&nbsp; The limited ammo of the unit made her need to conserve high priority.&nbsp; Happy with the systems check, she locked the system command line and climbed out of the cockpit to grab some breakfast and join the morning meeting of the Lance before they headed out.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 18:35:45</strong>
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				Maho, since she had gotten to sleep immediately, was more than ready to go by the time Walter checked in on her. Dealing with Old Guts'n'Bones, and the absurd hours they kept at Sun Tzu, taught her to sleep when she could, so she could wake up whenever necessary. She was still dressed scantily enough to deal with the aggrevating heat that her Sling tended to build up, and enjoying the warmth of her blanket as she snacked and drank enough water to ensure that she'd be at 100% during the Op. Really, most MechWarriors were probably fine with the standard-issue emergency blankets, but Maho wasn't your average pilot. She'd brought with her a particularly high-quality blanket that pretty much marked her as a noble brat. Everyone knew by now that she had a taste for the finer things in life, and was more than willing to drop her paychecks on them.<br><br>When Walter returned from his little meeting, Maho actually cracked a small smile. <strong>"A nice hike through foggy half-frozen mountains? Sir, you shouldn't have. Is it my birthday already?"</strong> She did not miss Miyoko's bitching, but did not bring it up either. From what she'd seen and heard of the girl, she was fairly sure that she was nuts . . . but she was a solid MechWarrior. Even better, she used the Kurita-model SHK-2K, the very same mech she had used back when she was in the Combine. It was limited to only truly being useful in medium to long range, but it was frighteningly effective for a medium. The combination of a PPC, LRMs, speed, and armor firmly put it on top of the list for all medium mechs in Maho's mind.<br><br>When Miyoko left towards her 'Mech, Maho sighed a bit, before glancing back over to Walter. <strong>"She really isn't a morning person, hmm? Just to double-confirm: On approach you take the lead. Once we get into range and you unload on the first batch of turrents, I go to maximum speed and pepper the tower as I run towards the objective. I figure instead of stopping to drop the det-pack next to the power hub, it will be faster to use my jump jets to go OVER the building and drop it directly on it. I understand that it'll make me a more obvious target, but my speed should minimize the danger. Well . . that and It'll get the payload to the objective faster, and hopefully minimize the amount of time that the base has full power. Do you have any problems with this . . . Sir?"</strong> Apparently she'd been thinking about the plan more. It'd be beyond dangerous with most mechs, but her Sling was probably the one mech that could pull it off considering it's absurd speed and jump distance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 22:46:40</strong>
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				Walter was checking the most vital parts of his 'Mech before getting ready to walk out. The joints in the legs, the jump jets and the extra durable feet actuators and hardened exo-steel surrounding them. There was a certain pride to be had in maintaining the lower half of a Highlander. The thighs of his particular one were marked all over with small white lightning bolts. Death from above, Highlander Burials, whatever you called them, he had never met an enemy who expected the 90 ton monster to come flying through the air and planting its feet firmly through their cockpits. MacLeod had squashed enough bugs in its days. Some of the marks had been faded but present when he inherited the thing. He turned to Maho as she approached and nodded a greeting before he got back to checking the legs, listening all the while to what she had to say.<br><br>"I wasn't a morning person back in the days either. But after you get your first lancemate killed because you weren't cautious enough in an urban environment, you start to appreciate the early evenings." He said it half joking, half seriously. He hadn't gotten anyone killed, just seriously wounded. Being swarmed by a full lance of Centurions in the tight alleys of a mega-city was on the bottom list of his achievements. Perhaps he could have seen it coming had he not screwed one of the shapely mechanics the night before. He sure as hell didn't pre-op-screw anymore after that. At least not until 0300 in the morning.<br><br>"It does sound like the plan if my ears don't deceive me. I'd rather have you on the building than over it though. You are a piloting a 'Mech, not a high-precision bomber. Jump up on it, find some vent to drop it down and blast off from there. Once that is done and the turrets are down, regroup with us and help check the hangars."<br><br>He climbed up on the head of his Highlander without a word, marking that as the end of the discussion. He sat in the hatch and undressed, letting the thinner jumpsuit slide down the hatch. He took a few deep breaths of the cool mountain air in his nude before he brought up his MechWarrior-tux. It was an old thing, probably as old as the Highlander itself. There was a faded SLDF patch on the left sleeve and an equally faded name-patch with T.DUNCAN printed on it. It was heavily padded in a diamond pattern, which would have been unbearable if not for the excellent cooling-vest that came with it. The Star League had certainly known their things back in the days. It was like having a personal double heat-sink. Once in the suit he slid down into the cockpit and closed the hatch, pulling the neurohelmet out of its slot behind his seat and planting it firmly ove his head and shoulders. It was a bit unwieldy, but the tech inside was superb. It made the 'Mech an extension of himself, his balance such that he had once run across a slim aqueduct in hard wind without even wobbling a little. As he clasped the helmet to his suit he could hear the soft humming of the 'Mech's spirit coursing through him. He looked left and right, shook the legs of the 'Mech a bit and tried a little jump on the spot. As he landed again a voice echoed through his mind.<br><br>"<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Authorization required.</span>"<br><br>"Just quit bitchin', Betty..."<br><br>"<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Authorization acquired. Warning, shutting down voiced feedback systems.</span>"<br><br>Walter sighed in relief. The synthesized voice was just a nuisance to him. It usually delivered its reports a second or two after he had already noticed whatever was wrong. He wasn't sure if it was the helmet or some sort of system in the 'Mech itself, but he had a sort of sixth sense once he got plugged in. Which was why he had opted to program the Betty to shut down as soon as authorization was over with. He opened all channels and sent a ping signal before switching to the Lance-channel.<br><br>"Time to go ladies, he are heading for the coordinates I'm sending you right now. Fan out and keep your eyes peeled."<br><br>He changed channels again and sent a ping to Bastion as well. He got a bit surprised as he got a response.<br><br>"<em>About time you reported in, Walter.</em>"<br><br>"That's my line, Bastion. Where did you go to?"<br><br>There was a bit of silence before he got the answer and it didn't calm him down one bit.<br><br>"<em>The whole planet has been jammed, Walt. There seems to be some kind of invasion going on. Perhaps the Kritas made their move and the FRR or House Steiner is responding in kind. At any rate I reckon we can finish the mission anyway and claim mute and deaf to get our reward anyway. Might as well help the war-effort, right?</em>"<br><br>The Highlander bounced through the terrain in long strides, slowed a bit by the thoughts racing through Walter's mind. He had never heard of a whole planet coming under comm-lock during an invasion. It was not technically possible to cover all the angles, all the channels. Unless they had uncovered some new Lostech to achieve it. Even so, this gave them a clear advantage over the garrison at the base.<br><br>"Very well. We continue as planned. I'll call you in as soon as we are done. MacLeod out."<br><br>Once again he switched channels, this time to the Lance-leaders.<br><br>"Mission is clear, Bastion just called in. Seems the Steiners got tired of waiting, they have launched an invasion and shadowed the whole planet's comms. I'd say we got a couple of hours before they wise up to it. We take that base out and we'll have saved the invasion a bombing-run or two."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 23:11:58</strong>
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				With a nod, Maho turned and made her way back to her sling, hopping onto the drop-line and riding it up to the cockpit. Ladders were for suckers, anyways. After taking a moment to stow her blanket away, and connect her vest and neurohelmet to the Sling's systems, she began to go through the aggrevating start-up for her mech. The previous owner had seen fit to completely remove the voice recognition locking software, and instead install a number of multi-colored switches that needed to be flipped in the right order to properly start up. Whoever decided to do that was an idiot that needed to be shot. It wouldn't be so bad if it didn't keep telling her to change the password every other month.<br><br>Eventually the Sling had started up, and began to purr. It was a marvel of Star League-era technology, and held up remarkably well over the years. It still had most of it's ferro-fibrous armor, and only had a slight heating issue! That's why she had the TAG Laser replaced with a heat sink in the head section, just to keep the damn thing operable until she could find someone that actually knew how to fix the problem with it. She'd been looking for that someone for the better part of two years now. With light steps (compared to the assaults and heavies in their unit) the Sling moved up behind and to the right of the Highlander. It took the rest of her savings AND a few IOU's to get her hands on an SLDF neurohelmet that could let her take full advantage of the Sling's frightening speed and awkward weight balance, and Maho was convinced that it was the only reason she was still alive, considering the close calls she'd had in the past. Now she felt as if she could make her 'mech dance . . . not that she'd ever try it. One bad fall and who knows how many LRM's she could accidently set off!<br><br>Maho flipped a few switches as she waited, smiling at the three green lights that informed her that her LRM-5's were active with no problems. Since her 'mech only had missile launchers and no hands, she was lucky enough to get first-pick when it came to LRM ammo. After all, if the others ran out of missiles they had backup options. If she ran out? She was in trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 00:03:26</strong>
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				Miyoko Shadowborn<br>Moving to target, early morning.<br>Inside the Shadow Hawk SHD-2K with Theodore and Rose<br><br>"ok Rose, load up the tubes, and I KNOW sweety but missile users only first. Besides you want Theodore to be able to show off how manly he is dont you?" she winks at the bear as she punches in the coordinates, not bothering to reply still feeling a bit resentful and she kicks the reactor into gear and takes off at a comfortable pace for now keeping up with the much nimbler Sling. She looked through her window to see the smaller mechs graceful sprint and marveled at how beautiful it looked. Of course when push came to shove she would be the one having to run away, but if Miyoko had anything to say about it anyone targeting the Sling wouldn't live to fire off a second volley. As grumpy as Miyoko came off she really was a sweetheart deep inside, the grumpiness was mostly an act because she was terribly shy around attractive people. And of course everyone in this outfit could have been a model.. well.. apart from herself. She was even less then plain and she knew it.<br><br>"Puma to Snake.. just say the word when you go in and I will rush as fast as I can and give you what covering fire I can. In and out my friend, let me take the hits" While she was set for long range she would rather die then let her friend get hurt, then again deep down death wasn't anything Miyoko was afraid of. In fact she was longing for it at times, to be able to die a noble death and wipe out the stain on her family's honor.<br><br>The satisfying thunk of the missile tubes being loaded and the board turning green made her smile, sure she only had one reload but it would simply have to do. After all she still had the PPC and with the fantastic cooling system of her Shadow Hawk she didn't have to worry much about the punishing heat it would throw out.<br><br>Keeping her scanners out she searched for anything that could harm the smaller mech, counting on the bossman to be able to watch for himself though of course if she saw anything she would let him know as well. Just because he was the biggest mech didn't mean she would let him get ambushed, heck she would revel in letting him know he missed something.<br><br>She opens the link to the rest of the command lance "Puma, no contacts." Now had she known about the little change of plan that Maho and Walter had cooked up she might have been better prepared for what is to come, but as usual her way with people meant that they tended to forget to include her in plannings or heck even talk to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 00:37:04</strong>
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				Graff was already on his way to bed when Walter blared over his external speakers for everyone to get to bed.&nbsp; Climbing the ladder into his Marauder, reclining the seat he closes the hatch and falls asleep.&nbsp; The elongated body of the Marauder allows for a little more length in the cockpit but sacrifices some head room.<br><br>40 winks later Graff wakes and ventures back down for the pre-op lance commander meeting.&nbsp; He listened to Walter's recap and orders, feeling pings of panic when he singles Graff out telling him to mind his lance.&nbsp; Still he tries to keep that in mind as they break.&nbsp; "Roger, sir."&nbsp; Once he gets back to his Marauder and climbs the rope ladder.&nbsp; After retracting his ladder and stripping off his jump suit he dons his cooling vest and neurohelmet, it's cold in the cockpit of a the non-powered on mech and the cool snow covered ground does nothing to help.&nbsp; Shivering he starts up his reactor punching in his code.<br><br>Once again Graff is greeted with the usual computerized voice asking for a his identification code.&nbsp; <em>Welcome Double G, authorization code</em><br><br>"God I hate that name."&nbsp; Graff rolls his eyes as the reactor starts up.&nbsp; Some of his former classmates had reprogramed his mech back in the academy, he had thought about changing it but never really had the time.&nbsp; Displays begin to wink on as it starts it's system check, within a few minutes his board populates with greens across the board.&nbsp; Spinning the radio dial he dials into the companies frequency in time to hear Walter say the mission is a go.<br><br>"Alright Blue team, check in.&nbsp; Then form up behind me in a loose formation."&nbsp; Graff says.&nbsp; He grips the twice control sticks, each arm is tied to the corresponding stick with the Autocannon tied to his right arm.&nbsp; His readout showed 6 rounds, like most people in the company he was also a little shy on ammo.<br><br>His bird legged mech lurches forward as he points his mech towards the first waypoint bringing his speed up to a modest 40 kph.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 01:43:37</strong>
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				<strong>Yamina Kazi<br>Blue Lance<br>En route to Mission Point<br>LCT-1V <em>Locust</em></strong><br><br>"Little Bit, checking in," she answered promptly.&nbsp; <br><br>The <em>Locust</em> moved smoothly across the terrain for all its digitigrade legs made it look ungainly.&nbsp; The <em>Marauder</em> suffered from the same indignity of design, but it had a certain gravitas.&nbsp; That, along with the threat of it's twin PPCs, kept anyone from laughing at it as they might the much smaller <em>Locust</em>.&nbsp; An erratic boulder, dropped eons ago by a passing glacier, was directly in the path of her <em>Locust's</em> left foot.&nbsp; It was big enough to put her mech in serious danger of falling if she stepped on it.&nbsp; Where another pilot might have slowed and changed their path entirely, Yamina continued straight on.&nbsp; As her <em>Locust's</em> foot settled atop the boulder, Yamina allowed the other one to drag, making the entire 20 ton machine pivot like a dancer, using the low friction of the metal to stone contact to spin her and keeping the weight of the machine on her well grounded leg.&nbsp; Metal toes dug into the soil, stopping the spin, and she transferred momentum to swing the foot atop the boulder forward and off it, settling it neatly back on the ground.&nbsp; It was a remarkable display of piloting.<br><br>If only her gunnery was as formidable.&nbsp; Yamina once failed to hit the actual broad side of a barn in a live fire exercise, instead shredding a nearby haystack to the disgust of the gunnery officer and the merriment of her team.&nbsp; It wasn't that she didn't try, or didn't possess the eyesight or hand-eye coordination, it was just that she was a terrible, horrible shot.&nbsp; Leaving her in a light mech with incredible speed was best solution to the problem.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 03:09:06</strong>
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				Having spent the night comfortable - at least, as comfortable as it gets in hostile field conditions - Alroy was ready and set to go, having woken up at dawn and already waiting by the time Walter called for a final ready check. Downing the last dregs of his powdered coffee, conveniently warmed by Tanya's fusion reactor waste heat, he dropped the cup in a bin and slipped into his cooling vest, cinching it tight around his torso as he slid into the King Crab's neurohelme.<br><br>"Pattern check. Alroy Fletcher."<br><br>The computer's pleasant androgynous monotone replied instantly. <em>"Voiceprint pattern match obtained. Proceed with initiation sequence."</em><br><br>"Code check: There is no overkill, only 'open fire' and 'I'm out of ammo'."<br><em><br>"Identity confirmed, Alroy Fletcher. Let's get ready to rumble."</em><br><br>Giving the status boards a thorough examination to ensure everything was at peak function, he finally nodded in satisfaction and opened up a general comm channel. "Vicegrip, all systems are green, and we're ready to walk."<br><br>Giving the Crab's arms a flex to double-check the actuators, he opened and closed the claw-grips a few times before opening up a stride and plodding after the other, faster 'Mechs in the formation. The massive Assault 'Mech was anything but speedy, but unlike some of its cousins in the top of the weight class, its low-slung profile gave its gait a smooth appearance. Its legs made long strides at half the speed of the smaller machines but covering half again as much distance with each step, with neither a scuttling motion like its namesake nor the ponderous lumbering of more humanoid 'Mechs, and he pushed his engine to match pace to the others with the ease of long practice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 04:59:30</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The cockpit inside Yamina's Locust<br><strong>With:</strong> Yamina<br><br><strong>"When I come really hard, I say random stuff we talked about earlier."</strong>&nbsp; I shrugged.&nbsp; I hoped she took it for the compliment it was.<br><br><em><strong>"Yamina, you better send whoever is in there with you back their way! If they sleep there over the night there is no separating you tomorrow! </strong></em><br><br>I climbed off of her and out of the cockpit.&nbsp; I wanted to go for round two, but we did have a mission.&nbsp; I got off and got off good.&nbsp; Now it was time for business.<br><br>I got her clothes and brought them up to her cockpit.&nbsp; I looked at her and blew her a kiss, then went to my own mech to get in a nap and meditate.<br><br>***<br><br>I made sure to stop by Yamina's Locust in the morning with coffee.&nbsp; What happened wasn't some whirlwind romance with a whole evening of passion and a full night's sleep.&nbsp; We got off together and we were on the clock again.&nbsp; But it didn't mean I couldn't get a thoughtful gesture in before it was go time.<br><br>Before I knew it, we were moving.<br><br><em><strong>"Alright Blue team, check in.&nbsp; Then form up behind me in a loose formation."</strong></em><br><br>Hiro was a bit disappointed that the callsign of the lance was just "Blue Team."<br><br><strong>"Blue Leader, this is Ninja.&nbsp; Hiro reporting in.&nbsp; I will pull up the rear and watch our backs.&nbsp; Ninja, out."</strong><br><br>I was right behind Yamina, keeping an eye on our back but also watching her do her thing.&nbsp; I wondered if she were watching me, too, particularly when I planted the hands of my <em>Spider</em> onto a boulder and swung the legs up and over it to land on her feet.<br><br><strong>"Little Bit, Ninja.&nbsp; Nice moves.&nbsp; You should try something with arms and jump jets some time.&nbsp; Ninja, out."</strong><br><br>I thought of something else, and got back on the radio.<br><br><strong>"Blue Leader, Ninja.&nbsp; Interrogative.&nbsp; Did Red Leader contact our commanders?&nbsp; And what was preventing comms during the night?&nbsp; Over."</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 10:58:27</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br><br>Ranna Krannok<br><br>Base Camp<br><br>Prepping Harlequin<br><br><br><hr><br>Realizing Walter's meeting was breaking up without any fan fare and Graff and Erich were heading to their mechs, Ranna grabbed what was left of her breakfast along with a bottle of water and slowly moved towards Harlequin. &nbsp;She stared up at the ominous looking mech, it's&nbsp;hatchet head turned to the ground to support the mech was an powerful weapon Ranna had learned to wield with deadly accuracy over the years.&nbsp; The half Black, half red face of the head showed the dual nature of their connection and reached back to the original roots of her death machine's name.&nbsp; The multitude of battle scars and refitted parts were hidden to the unseeing eye by the mechs grey paint scheme, but she knew were every dent and scar was located.&nbsp; She smiled thinking of the brawls she'd been in with Harlequin, and the death and destruction they'd shared over the years.&nbsp; <br><br>Shoving the meat and bread sandwich into her mouth and the bottle of water into a pocket on her leather jacket, Ranna climbed the hand holds on Harlequin's leg till she reached the chain ladder which carried her to the shoulder.&nbsp; Slipping into the cockpit, sealing the door behind her she slipped her leather jacket into the locker behind her chair and sat in seat, buckling herself in.&nbsp; Connecting the neuro connections to leads on her body suit and the coolant hose to a slot in her left thigh, she shivered as the air began circulating around her body.&nbsp; Slipping the neuro helmet over her head, the computer chimed in again "In which Circle does the Harlequin dwell?" Ranna grinned, thinking of the old story from which the extension of her body is named.&nbsp; &nbsp;Harlequin protects the eigth circle, the evil ditches."&nbsp; With the command accepted the neuro lockouts released as the already started mech came to life.&nbsp; Ranna sighed with a sense of joy as she felt the gyroscope and Harlequin's computer begin reading her brain waves, translating the neuro data into form and function.&nbsp; Harlequin rose from his sleeping slumped postition to a tall regal stance, lifting the hatchet over his shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>A whine of systems activating filled the cockpit with a soft hum and a flood of air which warmed the cockpit.&nbsp; The targeting reticle set the Ranna's eye movements flashed onto the heads up display spread across Harlequin's faceplate.&nbsp; Tactical readouts and systems readouts flashed onto the HUD.&nbsp; Content with the status of the system, Ranna tuned up the comm system to a level she could deal with this early in the morning.&nbsp; Setting the command freq and the Lance command Freq on different buttons on her left stick, she set her inter-mech freq to her right stick.&nbsp; <em>"Alright Blue team, Check in, Then form up behind me in a loose formation"</em>&nbsp; Ranna pressed the Lance command button on her left stick quickly.&nbsp; "Harlequin checking in.&nbsp; All systems go."&nbsp; With that she took up position behind&nbsp;and to the left of Graff's Marauder.&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 14:02:55</strong>
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				Elisa listened to the update, not entirely sure if she liked what she was hearing. The Lyrans moving up the timetable was the sort of thing they should have been informed about in advance, especially as it could directly affect them. Now, rather then being unawares the Kuritans would likely be on alert and ready for the worst, which meant that the odds of there being a nasty surprise hidden in the hanger went up, as well as the likelihood of it being even nastier. And all that was before she considered the possibilities that the Lyrans might launch their own attack on the airbase or some other mix-up occurred.<br><br>But, however, the unit had their orders, and their commander had made a judgment call. And even if she didn’t agree with it, Elisa was still going to fulfil those orders to the best of her abilities. Besides, she knew first-hand what happened when a merc unit didn’t get the result that the employer wanted or when things changed unexpectedly; the Mercs always wound up getting the worst of it.<br><br>Keeping her thoughts to herself, Elisa instead watched the <em>Knight’s</em> sensor displays carefully, looking for any sign whatsoever of anything out of place. <em>Maybe I’m assuming the worst,</em> she told herself. <em>Maybe, just maybe, this will all work out well.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 18:50:53</strong>
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				Lily wasn't exactly the hugest morning person in the universe. Waking up early didn't make her irritable like it did for some people, but it did leave her a bit sluggish and more prone to random spacing out. At least until she got her coffee, which was always a total godsend godsend, helping her to spring back into life right away. Even the markedly mediocre stuff that they brought along on missions seemed to taste heavenly whenever she needed a boost, which just went to show how much you could truly appreciate things that you normally took for granted; or at least that she'd taken for granted until just recently, since she'd never had to sustain herself with field rations and the like during her years on Solaris.<br><br>Anyways, Lily had plenty of time to wake up and just chill out while the lance leaders did their thing and had their little meeting, not to mention the downtime before the op even got underway. She already knew that her Axman was fine, so she didn't bother with more than a brief visual inspection a few minutes before it was time to go. Once she was up in the cockpit, Lily stripped down to her cute, lace-accented unmentionables and donned her cooling vest before settling into her pilot seat. She might have been able to afford one of those fancy Star League tech full body cooling suits if she'd scrounged together all the money that she had left after selling her apartment and Hatchetman and buying the Axman that she was currently sitting in and borrowed the difference from her parents (which would have been slightly embarrassing), but it wasn't really a priority. For whatever reason, she felt like it might detract from the visceral feeling that piloting a Battlemech afforded her, and to a person like Lily who's motivation towards what she was doing was always a huge factor for how well she performed, that single con probably outweighed the benefits of keeping a bit cooler.<br><br>She plugged the vest into the cockpit's cooling system and put on her neurohelmet, hearing the computer's voice when it requested her identification code before it would agree to power the engine or any other of the major components. It had an aesthetically pleasing tone, neutral but not quite monotonous or as robotic as any other Battlemech that she'd piloted before, probably just due to the Axman being so recent and benefiting from updated technology.<br><br>"Rien ne s'accomplit dans ce monde sans passion," she replied in her mother tongue, being rewarded with the engine's clearly audible whirring and a plethora of beeps as systems came online and self-diagnostic checks completed themselves, showing nothing out of the ordinary.<br><br>"Everything's good to go on my end, I'm all set," Lily replied to Erich's ready check over the yellow lance's channel. "Just holler at a girl if you need something blown up." And with that, she joined up with the others in the formation, matching everyone else's pace as she took up the rear on the way to the target destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 21:51:40</strong>
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				The walk to the enemy airfield's south entrance took only a few hours; by 0530, local, the lance had arrived, a few hundred metres from the edge of the airfield's sensor pickets. Stopping his 'mech just below the apex of a ridgeline, Erich raised his 'mech's left arm in a silent signal for the rest of the lance to stop next to him. Opening his tight-beam comms, he spoke to the three people under his command. "Alright kids. I'm going to get into contact with Newboy and Walt through a relay. Can't direct-beam to Walt through the enemy base, without tipping them off after all. Once we can confirm the rest of the company's in position, we'll go right up the main road. Reconfirm your objectives while I contact Recon."<br><br>Toggling his comms over to the lance-command feed, he found the command signal for Graff's Marauder, the 75-ton war machine's Battlecomm system being well-known for having extended comm range, and capacity. "Hey. Newboy. Assault's in position. Relay to Walt, and say when you guys are ready."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 00:30:09</strong>
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				It didn't take long before the four mechs of Blue Lance were walking down the snow covered plains at a slow pace of 40 km/h, general walking speed for the Marauder and Hatchetman but what might be considered a snails pace for the lighter mechs among them.&nbsp; Graff's own discolored Marauder lumbers along the waypoints.<br><br>"Ok lance, lets lock ourselves in to a 40 km/h pace.&nbsp; We are still on track for a 0600 op time."&nbsp; Graff took some of this time to pull up the map of the base and begins to annotate it.&nbsp; After five or ten minutes he finishes and forwards the data package along to Harlequin, Little Bit, and Ninja.&nbsp; <br><br>"Here we go guys, the plan as follows will be for Blue Lance to rally at waypoint A.&nbsp; &lt;A is a point off the map to the west&gt; From there I will head out in front once again with my Marauder, our sensors will be powered down to passive and weapons warmed but not charged.&nbsp; From there I'll enter the turret range first, this will let us know if the fog is providing us with the cover we need.&nbsp; Once we get to waypoint B then you all will be free to rush the base and begin to hit your assigned targets. &lt;B is the point is in the valley between the two light blue seconds on the western end by the three barracks and two mech bays&gt;"&nbsp; Graff went over the plan he talked over with Elisa, if she thought it was a good idea he feels confident that the rest of his lance should as well.<br><br>Little Bit and Ninja's targets are the three barracks hoping to keep any pilotss not in their mechs from reaching their mechs.&nbsp; Harlequin's targets are the same as Graff's, the turrets inside the base although because of her jump capable mech Graff has assigned Harlequin the two outward facing turrets by the southern entrance where Yellow Lance plans on advancing from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 01:56:23</strong>
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				<strong>0558, Day 1, along the ridges of the base.</strong><br><br>Walter allowed him self a self-satisfied smirk as he stood on the crest of the ridge. The mountains were just about covered in a thick as pea-soup fog. The runways would surely be heated, so it would clear up on the way in, but for now his company was ghosts waiting for the signal. He checked all instruments and levels once more before he opened the channels to the two Lance-leaders. In case the base was actively scanning the bands he kept it short and to the point.<br><br>"Begin."<br><br>He started up slowly but built up speed through the snow covered slope. He checked his sides, Maho and Miyoko following in his stride. He wanted to hold them back at first until they came out in the open. The fog was clearing up and he could see the shadowy shape of the SAM-turret as he pushed the jump jets into full blast. The 90 ton 'Mech roared through the air and landed on top of the turret, shards of twisted metal flying around him. Not a sneaky entrance perhaps, but he wanted the turrets to focus fire on him. He bounced off the wrecked turret immediately and leaped onwards, his strides just about as long as the Highlander itself. It seemed the base wasn't prepared, no ground crews out on the runway, not a single man. The air sparked as azure lances of energy started tearing through the air around him. He swerved to the left, aiming to have the turrets track him along the slope so that the others could advance relatively freely along the runway.<br><br>"Maho! Comm-tower, then keep along the hangars until you get to the plant. Miyoko, cover her as good as you can, fire at any turret which doesn't track me."<br><br>He locked on one of the turrets and fired a gauss round straight through it. It kept spinning though, no internal damage done to the axis as he had hoped for. One of the laser blasts graced his left shoulder so he fired the jumps again and soared through the sky, forcing one of the turrets to elevate along with him. As he reached the peak of his leap the was the chunking sound of a gauss round entering the chamber and he pulled it of almost immediately. It struck neatly into the hull of the turret, passed through and demolished the elevator. That turret wouldn't be shooting at anything on ground level anymore. Another azure beam struck him in the chest, but the armor held true as he landed in between the trio of SAMs. He allowed himself a second to look around to see how the others were doing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 02:25:06</strong>
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				It was the waiting that really got to Graff, sitting at waypoint Alpha waiting for the chronometer to click over to 0600, time seemed to creep by and for the countless time Graff went back over his radar and weapon panel to make sure everything we powered down to their appropriate levels.<br><br>Finally 0559 gave way to 0600 and Graff started his Marauder at full gallop towards waypoint Beta, this was the signal for the rest of Blue Lance to start the mission as they have been briefed.&nbsp; No more radio communications would happen until they arrived at Beta to keep them from being intercepted.&nbsp; The fog was just as Walter had said it would be, thick enough that if you heated it it would make a fine start to a soup.<br><br>After a minute at his top speed he came across waypoint Beta and flicked his coms, weapons, and sensors on to full.&nbsp; "Alright lance this is it, you have your targets.&nbsp; Hit them hard and fast, but be sure to check your targets.&nbsp; This fog is going to work as well on us as it will on them."&nbsp; He made his be line for the two turrets by the mech bay waiting for his weapons to cycle green.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 02:29:00</strong>
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				As Walter took to the air, Alroy closed up on Erich's left flank, loading a full salvo of rounds into both autocannons while he swept the empty airfield for targets to launch his LRMs at while he still had the range clearance. He kept his channel open for a chance of orders, but his primary attention was the still-silent Mech hangars along the west edge of the valley base, and he kept a careful eye out for any seismic readings coming from that direction. There were heavy 'Mechs parked in there, and he needed to close to spitting range and give them a proper brawling target before they emerged and starting popping the recon lance that was open and vulnerable in close range of the bays.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 03:14:06</strong>
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				Miyoko Shadowborn<br>In her Shadow Hawk<br>Along the enemy ridge<br><br><br>"Maho! Comm-tower, then keep along the hangars until you get to the plant. Miyoko, cover her as good as you can, fire at any turret which doesn't track me."<br><br>With the command finally given she thumbs the safeties off the weapons and brings the reactor up to full power ready to cover Maho with her life if need be. "Rose, hold your fire unless needed. Theodore, fire at will!" She watches the commander rocket off in pillars of fire as his monstrous mech activates the jump jets, yet she is holding herself back making sure that her assigned ward is safe. More then well aware of the smaller mechs paper thin armor and as a turret starts tracking Maho she accelerates to full speed to put herself in the way while the PPC hurls man made lightning across the battlefield and the temperature in the cockpit spikes up before the heat sinks can start dumping the dangerous buildup.<br><br>Miyoko wasn't pretty, and she sure wasn't charming but she more then made up for it by being very good at what she does. The bright lance with its characteristic helix pattern slams into the tower sending molten metal spewing out through the gaping hole. "Nice one Theodore!!" she grins as Rose burrs happily at her mates marksmanship. She punches the scanners out to full power, after all the moment of stealth was long gone and the unknown mechs that can be waiting makes her worried. With ammunition so low they can be in danger, though thankfully for such a small group they have a lot of PPCs so that should even things out a little.<br><br>A quick scan shows that all turrets are either destroyed or busy shooting at Walter so she holds her fire letting him deal with them and instead be ready to protect Maho.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 05:14:40</strong>
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				Erich's Awesome lumbered up the South road into the Airbase, spreading his 'mech's arms wide as if welcoming the two Laser turrets on each side of the roadway. The Awesome, a far better sniper than the close-assault King Crab on his left side, fired just as the two laser turrets did. Four helical bolts of glowing blue energy tore into the flanks of both turrets, Erich's aim, despite splitting his concentration on more than one target, had been honed by decades of combat and stable reflexes allowing his Assault 'mech to hit the turrets just as they fired, cutting the searing bolts of energy short before they could do much more than scar paint.<br><br>The turret on the right slumped towards the impact of the twin PPC bolts, its internals melting into slag that vomited forth from the glowing hole carved into the metal structure's armour, right next to the dead laser aperture. The second turret, hit a half-second after the first, had its rotor mechanism slagged entirely, the weight of the armour and large laser causing the actual turret mount to fall off of its platform, thudding to the ground laser-first. Both Laser turrets had found their mark, though their sudden destruction prevented any actual damage, leaving nothing more than slagged paint and warm metal on the King Crab's left leg, and the Awesome's right breast, just above the sparking and crackling aperture of the PPC that was charging for another volley.<br><br>Erich Toggled his 'Mech's comms as the immense wave of heat from volleyfiring all four PPCs caused the mech to move sluggishly, waves of heat ~pouring~ off of the Awesome as practically every snowflake within ten feet of the Assault 'mech at the time of it firing its weapons melted, leaving a large muddy puddle that it sluggishly trudged out of, the double-strength Heatsinks dumping almost all the heat the 'mech had produced, swiftly returning the war machine to full function, its internal targeting system defuzzing as the heat stopped interfering with the 'mech's sensors. "Kismet, Defiance. Left flank, support Recon if needed, otherwise start popping anything that looks like it can shoot at you. Vice, with me, right up the middle."<br><br>Erich's tone was dark when speaking, promising a good ass-ripping session for the hapless defenders of the airbase; even if he would never say it aloud, he knew that the company had caught the airbase's defenders with their pants around their ankles, and bent over a convenient barrel. He was happy to do as much damage as he could before the Enemy forces woke up enough to realize that they had roughly 650 tons of rampaging war machines in their front yard, demanding the Kuritan defenders come out and play. He soon toggled comms to the other lance commanders, reporting in as he watched a PPC flare on the far side of the base, knowing that only the Shadow Hawk on the far side had the familar cerulean flare as a weapon. "Assault here. Moving in on the base, passing outer Turret ring now. Shout if you need help."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 08:36:46</strong>
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				Already, Lily felt a minor rush of adrenaline just from the sounds of the first couple of shots being fired even though she hadn't personally been involved in that initial exchange. Erich had neutralized the closest pair of static defenses, and although the way into the airfield wasn't completely clear yet since there was a third turret a bit further down, she knew that she wouldn't have to concern herself with it since the King Crab would be engaging it first. <br><br>Meanwhile, Lily was content to load and arm her LRMs while moving her Axman along the base of the hill on the left, accelerating up to maximum speed briefly before finally slowing down almost to a full stop before rounding the corner where's she'd be in line of sight of the two lasers anchored in front of the Mech bays. Instead of moving in through the most obvious path, she put her machine's jumpjets to good use and hopped up on to the lower section of the hill, essentially cutting across the corner somewhat.<br><br>Her reasoning was that the turrets would likely be facing towards the inside of the base, so they'd have to rotate further before being able to target her. That assumption proved correct, and once she was up on the higher vantage point, she got eyes on the target and her sensors began laying out some information about the target across her HUD. She had a lock soon enough but saw no reason to expend any missiles at that point, instead continuing to run forwards and to the left while keeping her Axman's torso turned towards the base defenses. <br><br>"Defi, take the far turret, I've got the close one," she suggested calmly nough, not really too worried or excited about battling automated static defenses.<br><br>Because of her movement, the turret was stuck rotating after her even as Lily ran down the hill and got close enough for her medium lasers to be effective. A combined volley from all three of them plus her pulse laser was potent enough to knock the closest turret out before it could even position itself to fire a shot, and by that time she'd moved far enough west for the Mech bays to be between her and the second turret. Thinking that she probably didn't want to be right next to the bays in the event that a bunch of big and nasty things popped out of there, Lily turned her Mech around and headed back up the hill, this time on foot, anticipating that Elisa would have taken care of her own target by then, so it wouldn't leave her exposed to any fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 12:38:55</strong>
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				Keeping pace behind Double G's <em>Marauder</em> had been frustrating.&nbsp; Scout lances, like the cavalry of old, moved fast and had the reserve speed to exploit a sudden opening in an enemy's line of battle.&nbsp; The <em>Marauder</em> was part of the line of battle, and Yamina had never been fully convinced such a large machine belonged in the Scout lance.&nbsp; Still, it was comforting to know that she'd lie under the overwatching protection of the <em>Marauder's</em> twin PPCs for a bit as her Locust closed on the barracks.&nbsp; <br><br>Light as it was, the <em>Locust</em> accelerated quickly to its top speed, indicator hovering just shy of 130 kilometers per hour.&nbsp; The ground fairly skimmed past beneath her.&nbsp; There was no Mech in the unit that could beat her, and only the <em>Spider</em> could match her for speed.&nbsp; As death was sown all about the base, Yamina held her fire and closed on the barracks.&nbsp; The <em>Locust </em>angled so it could take the front of them under fire and sweep a kill zone leading towards the mech hangars should anyone be foolish enough to break for it.&nbsp; Hiro could vault over the barracks with his <em>Spider's</em> jump jets and engage them from another angle to create a crossfire if he desired.&nbsp; That extra bit of mobility was enviable.<br><br>"Engaging," she said calmly into the lance channel.&nbsp; Before the comm cut off entirely, the rapid chattering of her Sperry-Brownings came through.<br><br>The machine guns traced crazy lines across the ground, first wandering towards then away from the barracks.&nbsp; They made a tremendous sparking where heavy slugs hit concrete, but very few of them tore into the thin-skinned barracks buildings.&nbsp; Yamina was moving too fast and her gunnery was too poor for any sort of accuracy.&nbsp; She had to stop to use the laser, yet stopping made her vulnerable.&nbsp; <br><br>The <em>Locust</em> skidded on the 'crete as she used its broad, splayed birdlike feet to quickly dump velocity.&nbsp; Yamina was thrown against her straps and the heavy neurohelmet pulled painfully at her shoulders and neck as the <em>Locust</em> slowed almost to a stop.&nbsp; The snout of the Martell laser under her mech swung towards the closest barracks and Yamina lined it up on the spot where she suspected it might cause a fire.&nbsp; Coherent light speared out and pierced the building's side, dumping megajoules of energy into the structure as heat.&nbsp; It wasn't as good as a flamer, not by any means, but lasers sometimes started fires.&nbsp; Wouldn't the be glorious?<br><br>Putting her <em>Locust</em> back into motion, Yamina began to work the barracks with her machine guns, offering to chop, slice and dice anyone foolish enough to try to exit them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 13:47:46</strong>
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				“Roger that” Elisa shot back as her <em>Black Knight</em> stormed onto the base, the turret in question popping up in the middle of the BattleMech’s heads-up display. So far, despite all Elisa’s misgivings, things had gone well in the unit’s assault; everyone was following orders and working together, and there hadn’t been any unpleasant surprises thus far. Maybe, just maybe, this would work out well for them.<br><br>The brilliant red of the turret’s laser went wide of the ‘Mech as she closed the distance, the shot melting snow behind it. Within an instant the crosshairs on her HUD flashed a brilliant gold as her weapons came into range, Elisa triggering her PPC as she bore down on the enemy installation. A bolt of brilliant blue lighting leaped from the <em>Knight’s</em> arm, spearing into the turret near its base, wounding but not disabling.<br><br>A moment later it replied, the laser making its mark and carving armour from the <em>Black Knight’s</em> shoulder. After a quick glance at the display, Elisa pressed forward, twisting her ‘Mech’s torso to follow the target. She fired again, the searing red of her large lasers joining the PPC’s blue in ripping into the turret, blowing the boxy structure apart. “Target down.” Elisa called over the command channel as she turned around seeking new targets.<br><br><em>Maybe this will work out after all</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 15:49:47</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br>Ranna Krannok<br>Western Approach/Barracks<br>Harlequin - causing havoc<br><br><hr><em>"Alright lance this is it, you have your targets.&nbsp; Hit them hard and fast, but be sure to check your targets.&nbsp; This fog is going to work as well on us as it will on them."</em><br><br>As soon as Ranna cleared the edge of the ridge line and Graff's Marauder took up post between her and the barracks, she pushed Harlequin into a hard run letting the cool air keep her head down as she dashed to get the barracks between her and the turrents.&nbsp; Seeing the flash of lightening and fire to the left by the air field then the sudden explosion to her right she knew that the other two parts of the attack had begun.&nbsp; Within range of the barracks she didn't hesitate when her targeting reticle flashed green for her medium lasers.&nbsp; Green azure beams of light flashed out, tearing into the front edges of the first two buildings she could target.&nbsp; Steam from the cool air rose up around the buildings as the wood and stone of the buildings frames melted and exploded under the heat.&nbsp; <br><br>Seeing laser light from the two turrents firing to her left Ranna got a wild idea firing at the buildings on the left side of the complex as she approached the buildings on the right.&nbsp; With a flash of laser energy once all three lasers recycled, Ranna put the Hatchet out in front of Harlequin with the head out in front of her chest.&nbsp; Charging full speed she pushed the top of the hatchet into the long side of the building.&nbsp; Her powerful legs pushing hard the hatchet destroyed the southern wall of the building allowing her to break through.&nbsp; Men, equipment, furniture and debris flew every where as she stormed through the building, towards the north end.<br><br>Clearing the first building she pushed into the second building, a crooked smile of approval curled the left side of her lips as her audio sensors recorded the building crumbling in on itself behind her, burying men in the rubble.&nbsp; Pushing through the first few feet of the second building, she pulled her hatchet up over her head, turning slightly as she tore through the right edge of the building just south of the turret.&nbsp; Before it could even register her presence the hatchet crashed down on top destroying slowly spinning barrels.<br><br><em>Assault here. Moving in on the base, passing outer Turret ring now. Shout if you need help.</em><br><br>A smug look washed over her face as she saw the two buildings behind her slowly crashing down on unprepared and unsuspecting soldiers.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 19:27:58</strong>
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				<strong>"I'm on it, MacLeod!"</strong><br><br>With Walter's sudden leap into the fray, Maho hesitated just long enough for the first blasts of energy to go flying, before jamming the controls forward. With a jerk the <em>Sling</em> suddenly accelerated, going from it's slow gait from before to an all-out run in record time. It's torso twisted as she raised the 'mech's arms, aiming carefully before firing a flight of fifteen LRMs across the the battlefield. Maho was aiming to just cripple the flight tower, not destroy the whole thing and ruin possible salvage of valuable communications gear. Because of this several of the missiles missed and harmlessly flew into the sky before detonating, but the rest found their mark and tore through the radar dishes and ceiling in a cascade of explosions. She'd actually done better than she thought she would considering she was firing on the move!<br><br>With the up-spike in heat from launching her weapons, the <em>Sling</em> finally warmed up enough for the MASC system to kick in, bursting forward even faster than before as she ran towards the buildings. Amidst the hail of gunfire from multiple directions Maho kicked her jump jets on, and the <em>Sling</em> soared through the air to land on the power hub with a crash. With a frown, she noted a warning popping up about leg damage. It was to be expected with a beyond-top-speed leap, and it wasn't much more than cosmetic, but it was still money out of her pocket.<br><br>Now came the dangerous part, the delay while she set the explosive. Her <em>Sling</em> knelt down carefully, it's right arm lowering as close as it could to the building's roof so she could safely detach the explosive payload and drop it down. She had to make sure she dropped it in the right spot for maximum damage, as well as keep it away from her jump jets for when she left, so she didn't accidently detonate it too early. When another beam of light flashed over the battlefield and nearly took her 'mech's head off, that was when she decided the bomb was placed in the right position, and leapt back and away from the building. Turning about in mid-air she landed with a heavy thud, and began to bolt back to the relative safety of the rest of her Lance.<br><br><strong>"Package delivered! Detonating it in thirty!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 00:08:20</strong>
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				The fog made things difficult to pick out the turrets without moving his crosshairs over and see if they pulse.&nbsp; His other eye is watching his bottom radar to make sure that none of his Merc-mates are causing the pulsing.&nbsp; Graff was sadly in range of the turrets before his PPC had finished cycling, it was long range for his medium lasers but he tries to squeeze the shot off.&nbsp; One ML shot low and burned a hole in the ferrocrete, the other scored a hit on the turret next to the barracks.&nbsp; Only damaged both turrets took a beed on his Marauder, not wanting to waste the ammo in this fog he held off on his cycled autocannon.&nbsp; <br><br>The turrets got their shots off before his PPCs readyuped, one went high as if it though their opponent was a taller Warhammer but the second sliced down Graff's leg liquefying armor.&nbsp; With the medium lasers' heat Graff had finally been able to warm to his bones but that quickly changed as he let loose both arm mounted PPCs on the turret he had already scored a hit on.&nbsp; Taking off to the right his arms spit out the hiss of lightning that found it's mark into the extended range turret, one chewed off most of the armor as the second shot melted the barrel.&nbsp; While the turret was still functioning that laser was done for until it's barrel can be repaired.&nbsp; Moments later Harlequin can screeching to a halt next to the neutered turret have just ran through two of the barracks.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 02:19:34</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Barracks<br><strong>With:</strong> Everyone<br><br><strong>"Let's get ready-y-y too-oo-oo rumble-e-e."</strong><br><br>I kicked the Spider into high gear, running up right behind Yamina.&nbsp; She skidded to a stop suddenly and I hopped right over her.&nbsp; Blue fire blasted out of the jumpjets and sent me soaring up in the air.&nbsp; I looked down at the battlefield.&nbsp; Three barracks on the left, to the north.&nbsp; Two buildings on the right, to the south.&nbsp; Two turrets beyond them, to the east.<br><br>The ER Laser turrets saw me.&nbsp; They got off some shots on Graff or Yamina or the other lance, but they switched to me instead as I landed behind the first and second tents.&nbsp; Bolts of intensified light flew over me as the first barracks went up in flames behind me.&nbsp; Looks like Yamina knew how to shoot as well as she piloted.&nbsp; It was my turn.&nbsp; I turned up the flamer and pointed at the second barracks.<br><br><strong>"How do you like your ribs?"</strong><br><br>White fire sprayed out of the wrist-mounted launcher like water from a hose.&nbsp; Oh, man, it was happening again.&nbsp; When the combat starts I get aroused.&nbsp; I can't even make it stop.&nbsp; I've been in lots of firefights and have had plenty of combat jacks.&nbsp; The barracks went up in flames quickly.&nbsp; Wait a second, should I have done that?&nbsp; Oh well.&nbsp; A single pass with the flamer at full blast was all that was needed.&nbsp; The red lights and klaxons of heat warnings came on.&nbsp; That did it.&nbsp; I went over.&nbsp; I got off.&nbsp; Fortunately, it wasn't that much after what I left in Yamina last night.&nbsp; Was she still behind me?&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; And why were those other buildings to my right, to the south, suddenly getting rocked from the inside?&nbsp; I thought about having a flamer mounted between the legs of the Spider.&nbsp; Now that would be an interesting last thing to see.<br><br>Between two burning barracks, I sprinted north then east.&nbsp; I saw the north turret of the barracks area up close and immediately jumped.&nbsp; I saw both turrets turn their lasers at me.&nbsp; I used the one other weapon I had, a medium laser, at the closer turret, the north one.<br><br>It was slow motion, but not the good being-in-the-zone slow motion.&nbsp; This was more end-of-the-line, life-flashing-before-your-eyes slow motion.&nbsp; As my little medium laser blast flew slowly through the air, another pair of PPC blasts hit the turret from one direction, along with another PPC and some lasers from anotherirection.&nbsp; Armor flew up and everywhere as the barrel of the laser pointing at me deformed, then the entire turret was enveloped in smoke.&nbsp; The wind blew the smoke away, but there was no turret there any more.&nbsp; Just a hole.<br><br>While I was up in the air, two hatchet-armed Battlemechs attacked the farther, south turret.&nbsp; Three lasers from one followed by an axe blow from the other finished that one off.<br><br>With two barracks, two buildings, and two turrets down, I took aim at the third and final barracks.&nbsp; I was still running hot, so I held off for a moment, keep my aim on the barracks, but keeping my eyes peeled for any mechs.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 06:43:23</strong>
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				Walter stepped into cover as the third turret swiveled towards him. At this range the lasers would have chewed right through his armor. He opted instead to hide behind the SAM next to him, which seemed to discourage the turret, which instead rotated towards the power station. Firing of a string of curses Walter leaped forward and tackled the turret just as it was about to take a devastating shot at the Sling. The beam instead passed by her head rather than through it and shortly thereafter she took the jump away. The turret was grinding and dragging the 90 ton mech along as it tried to focus on the small 'Mech once more. Did they feed these things something secret? His feet dragged through the 'crete, digging up a moat around the turret. He managed a quick look to the side to see where Miyoko had taken her Shadow Hawk when suddenly the turret changed direction and threw him off to the ground. Just as the barrels zeroed in on his chest there was a loud explosion and the energy within the ER Large Lasers fizzled out. <br><br>"Not yet, Bones. I still got some in me..."<br><br>He stood up and flicked on the channel for the whole company, letting out a sigh of relief.<br><br>"MacLeod here, power neutralized. Yellow, check the Mechbays with blue, we're on the hangars. Bastion, you are clear to land."<br><br>"<em>Within the hour, MacLeod, good work.</em>"<br><br>Switching back to the Lance channel he motioned for Miyoko and Maho to come with him as he started walking towards the three hangars along the runway.<br><br>"Snake, the one furthest to the left, Puma, go middle, I'll take this one..."<br><br>He approached the right hangar and stopped at the large sliding doors. There was an itch in his neck, but he ignored it, using his left hand to grip the edge of the bay doors and opening them to the side. His gauss scanned the room as light fell in. He didn't expect this. On the floor, huddled together, where about a thousand people. Most clad in jump suits and maintenance, some in flight suits. Along the front row where soldiers and among them five MechWarriors. But they were all seated infront of what looked like a tine 'Mech. It was just about a meter taller than a man, with large shoulders which seemed to hold some sort of missile pods. He reacted on the energy weapon attached to its right arm though and leveled his Gauss and Mediums on it as he flicked on the loudspeakers.<br><br>"Power down!" There was that itch again, just as he looked up at the terrified crowd. Seated in between the others was an elderly MechWarrior, the typical image of the wise old sage among the Kuritan Samurai. The old man nodded upwards. As if warning him. "Shit!"<br><br>There where two heavy thuds on his shoulders and as he turned his head to one side he just barely saw another of the small 'Mechs hanging onto his arm with a powerful claw before the small laser blinded him, the cockpit shield cracking underneath the pressure. He looked away, still blinded he tried to activate the Lance channel, but in his confusion he instead opened them all.<br><br>"FUCK! LANCE! On me, I'm goin" He stopped as the one on the ground fired another laser blast, shattering the shield and exposing him to the cool morning air. He managed a gasp before the channels filled up with an explosion followed by static. The Highlander tumbled backwards, black smoke pluming out of it's shattered face, the chest and head scorched by the twin SRMs exploding within. The crew hatch landed some distance away between Maho and Miyoko. The twin micro-'Mechs launched of the shoulders of the beaten MacLeod just before it hit the ground with a thunderous crash which echoed between the buildings and mountain.<br><br>"Welcome to hell!" a strangely accented voice sparked over the open channel as the Elementals started pouring our of the hangars and Mechbays.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 06:59:01</strong>
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				When her 'package' detonated, taking out the power of the whole base, Maho sighed in satisfaction. Intel had been good, and it looked like the turrets didn't have any independant power. That meant she was safe for the time being, and managed to get through this with nearly no damage. Saints be praised, there were probably enough of those turrets left intact to salvage proper missiles and replacement parts for their laser-wielding companions. <br><br>"Snake, the one furthest to the left, Puma, go middle, I'll take this one..."<br><br><strong>"Roger, MacLeod." </strong><br><br>Though, there wasn't much she could do without hands. At best she could give the bay doors a kick or two, and probably not damage the interior too badly. As she made her way over to the hangar she paused, pondering it for a while. Apparently, that while saved her some damage, as suddenly EVERYTHING WENT STRAIGHT BACK TO HELL! Out of nowhere tiny little things were all over the <em>Highlander</em>, and suddenly it was on it's back with it's cockpit cracked open and smoking.<br><br><strong>"Damnit, Walter!"</strong><br><br>As the little powered armors suddenly began to swarm out of the Mech Bays, Maho launched her <em>Sling</em> backwards to put as much distance between herself and the little monsters. There was nothing she could do with her LRMs to help, and judging by the little things weaponry and the speed with which they brought down a <em>Highlander</em>, kicking at them would be a horrible idea.<br><br><strong>"Puma, go help MacLeod!"</strong><br><br>As the jump little machines advanced towards the retreating <em>Sling</em>, Maho reached out to flip the safety overrides on her LRMs. She wouldn't be able to hit the broad side of the barn, but she'd make the little bastards work for their meal! Even as Small Lasers began to trace little melty lines through her armor, she released a wave of missiles towards the ground in front of her, spreading explosions along the tarmac! No direct hits, but the force of the explosions managed to scatter the trio of powered armors that had begun to chase her. She continued to retreat backwards towards the control tower, trying to mentally will her missiles to reload faster!
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 07:41:16</strong>
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				Erich scowled at his tactical monitor, which had suddenly sprouted at least twenty red triangles, the archaic battlecomputer's icons insisting that the triangles were for something that triggered his mech's IFF system as hostiles, but couldn't identify what they were. Slapping the side of the monitor's case, he activated his Mech's ECM suite as his Assault 'mech walked towards the tarmac. Switching to Infra-red mode, his Crosshairs lit up on five warm spots, which seemed to bound towards cover as they noticed his war Machine's arrival.<br><br>Toggling back to visible light, he saw that Walt's Highlander was flat on its back, smoke pouring from the ruined transpex screen that normally covered the 90-ton machine's 'face'. His left hand flipped open all comm channels to the company as his crosshairs pulsed again, his reflexes letting him pulse a PPC bolt into the target's location. Between the slowly-thinning fog and the small size of the target, he had no idea if he hit, but one blip disappeared from his secondary monitor, leaving... way too many. "Company lead is down. Assault Lead is taking command. All units, check in, and head to the South edge of the airstrip. We have... something hostile; hard to get a lock."<br><br>Backpedaling his 'mech, he opened fire with the three PPCs that were fully charged, his decades of combat skill, combined with a youth spent hunting Odessan Elk allowing him to pick off three more blips that were nearest to him, though he had the distinct feeling that it was much like kicking a hornet's nest; for every one that he eradicated, it felt like two more would come forth from nowhere. "Repeat; break off from the base buildings; We have infiltrator units of unknown type and number hiding on-base."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 13:41:09</strong>
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				Much to Eliza’s surprise and contrary to her initial misgivings, the operation was going surprisingly smoothly. The defensive turrets were out of action and the much-feared surprise had failed to eventuate, leaving the team free to ravage the field and its structures as they saw fit.<br><br>And then&nbsp; it all fell apart. Moments later, the commander’s <em>Highlander</em> was down, its faceplate punctured and the black smoke pouring out of it sending a rather harsh message about what had happened to the man inside. Her tac display was swarming with hostile icons, while the channel was alive with calls of alarm about who or what they were attacking.<br><br>“Looks like powered body armour, maybe exoskeletons!” Eliza called out as she tried to follow one of the new arrivals, the suit managing a surprisingly fast run for such a bulky figure. “Looks like a missile launcher on the back; could be packing infernos, so be careful!” The thought of infernos sent a chill down her spine, imagining the searing heat that could consume a ‘Mech from such weapons.<br><br><em>But only if I let you get a shot.</em> She opened fire with the quartet of medium lasers, the brilliant red beams leaping out at the armoured swarm. One of the beams struck one dead-centre, spearing into it. <em>Watching one of them being incinerated should slow them down at… what?</em> The figure continued to advance, its armour blackened and melted but still very much intact. “That’s impossible!” She yelled out. “They should be dead or incinerated or ash or…”<br><br>The armoured suit and four of its compatriots leaped into the air, a hailstorm of missiles leaping from their shoulders. Warheads slammed into the <em>Black Knight</em>, peppering its armour as the dimunitive but terrifying attackers continued their advance. “Blake’s blood! What are they?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 15:18:37</strong>
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				Powered armor. Damn, double damn, and triple damn. The <em>King Crab</em> was a titan designed to war with other titans, a dedicated killer of Assault Mechs. For such a machine, the tiny scurrying shapes of enemy infantry, armored or otherwise, was a nightmare. His massive cannons would blot out anything they touched with utter finality, but there were far more targets than he had loads of ammo to shoot at them, and&nbsp; they might still have 'Mech support...<br><br>A&nbsp; small swarm of the things came sprinting across the tarmac from the bays, and Alroy made his decision even as Erich took secondary command of the formation. Even as he began to backpedal, keeping his massive front armor towards the onrushing foe, his twin AC-20's sprang to life with the thunderous roar of Hell itself. 150mm shells savaged the general area of the half-dozen power suits, shredding the pavement in a cloud of debris and smoke, backed by a full spread of LRMs. Heat alarms shrieked as the near-alpha strike sent Alroy's internal heat skyrocketing, but his total focus was on the axis of threat - quickly enough, four of the six suits continued to stride confidently out of the haze, pock-marked and scorched but unhindered. As the autocannons cycled a new load, Alroy followed up with his large laser, melting the missile launcher right off the back of the lead suit but still failing to injure the pilot...if it had a pilot. Close in range, it and its squadmates started blasting away at the <em>Crab</em>'s leg armor even as they started to sprint past and around the Assault Mech - pinpricks against his thick plating, but they had maneuverability and his rear armor was much more vulnerable.<br><br>"These things are the next best thing to indestructible...where did the Dracos get power armor this tough?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 16:44:02</strong>
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				Miyoko Shadowborn<br>In her mech<br>Middle of enemy Base as hell is unleashed.<br><br>"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" her howl of fury as Walter went down echoed around the cockpit, of course whatever those tiny things where she had the completely wrong weapon loudout to do much about it. Even Theodore and Rose had trouble aiming at the little fuckers, with a roar she emptied out the entire missile battery sending them trailing away on pillars of fire and smoke to shred the ferrocrete around the little buggers and hopefully take out a few.<br><br>"Puma, go help MacLeod!"<br><br>"Puma, roger moving in" she kicks her mech into full gear, the red mist descending over her view and the PPC practically glows as she pumps shot after shot against the smaller entities one being hit dead on and she cant help but stare as it isn't instantly turned to just a smoking pile.<br><br>"PUMA! PPC NEEDS TWO HITS!" she calls out over the coms, hardly believing what she is seeing. "And this is no Draconis tech, SNAKE RUN! You cant take them" Realizing that the smaller mech is in grave danger so doesn't even ponder her next move. "need to get them to focus on me. Rose I need those missiles!" knowing that they are still reloading she doesnt even wait for the burr of frustration as Rose cant do anything but watch the meters fill up as the autoloader slips the very last missiles into the launcher.<br><br>"Acknowledge Brick has command, Puma is drawing fire back off and nuke them!" she shuts off the com before he can even yell at her, the smaller enemy has all the advantages around the buildings but if the mechs can get range they should be safe, she just needs to stall them a few more.<br><br>A sudden loud bang rocks her mech and warnings start blaring in her ears as one of them landed on top of her and is cutting and ripping at the plates sending large chunks tumbling to the ground. "Oh no you dont! Get off ME!" she slams her hand down on the jump jets while twisting the steering to the right sending her straight up in a viscous spiral, the heat warnings howling in protest before she turns them off completely."<br><br>"BURR!!!!" the sudden move sent the tiny enemy sailing and Theodore fired off a snapshot with the PPC that took his head clean off sending the corpse tumbling down. "Rose! the mech bay! See if you can keep them down!" Firing off her last load of missiles straight into the mechbays with a wide spread hoping to just force them to keep their heads down as she lands down on the runway with a sickening crunch that bounces her around in her seat.<br><br>"Puma to all units, suggest you run. Ill hold them." With heat practically flowing off her mech she stomps closer to their fallen commander, knowing he is dead but honor forbids her to leave him without at least making totally sure. If she had kept the warnings on she probably would notice how the enemy keeps tearing off her armour with their attacks as she leans down to see if he is still alive despite the damage done.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 18:17:06</strong>
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				Erich growled under his breath, toggling the teleoptics on his Sensor readout as a fusillade of missiles exploded in a loose clump across his Awesome's chest, sending shards of armour plate spiraling into the air. Leveling his Mech's right arm, the machine took a wide-legged sniper's stance, the crosshairs alternately flashing gold and green as he aimed at the armoured thing attached to the back of Miyoko's Shadow Hawk. Taking a deep breath, he held it for a moment, then fired.<br><br>At his most open, the veteran mechwarrior would have called it a long shot, at best. The chance of hitting something barely larger than a man, at extreme range, with a PPC bolt on the edge of its de-ionization envelope, without damaging the surface behind it was so small to be astronomical. Needless to say, the PPC bolt did destabilize before hitting, turning into a decoherent wash of charged particles that bathed the Shadow Hawk's back, and its unwanted pasenger with enough kinetic energy to knock the armoured trooper from its perch, but not enough to actually damage either the 55-ton 'mech, or its suddenly-detached passenger.<br><br>Turning up the gain in his 'mech's communication suite, Erich tapped in a command code, using the emergency broadcast radio that no amount of switch-toggling could ~ever~ hope to turn off, to bypass Miyoko's stupid decision to turn off her transmitter. "Puma. Head South. Now. I just picked one off of your back, and I am NOT burying two mechwarriors today. Now MOVE YOUR ASS!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 21:06:45</strong>
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				"Puma. Head South. Now. I just picked one off of your back, and I am NOT burying two mechwarriors today. Now MOVE YOUR ASS!"<br><br>She swears loudly as the blast kicks her forward almost tumbling over the fallen mech at her feet and only by blasting her jump jets can she clear the wreck and stumble away with a frown on her face, the poor elemental having first been hit by the ppc and then bathed in her jump jets probably didn't feel so cocky anymore.<br><br>"let them kill me and you only have to bury two today" she grumbles but pushes her machine to the limits, rivers of sweat bathing her face as the metal feet tears large chunks out of the ground with each step. To her it was of course logical to sacrifice herself for the rest, she wasn't very popular or heck even very attractive so.. she wouldn't be missed. Slamming her first down on the jump jets she ignores the furious spike in temperature as she rockets away one last time before the heat sinks just slag up all together to get some more distance.<br><br>"aye aye .. Sir" she whimpers into coms, her words dripping with resentment but following orders.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 22:15:09</strong>
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				With the remaining base defenses that hadn't been destroyed or incapacitated having been powered down, Lily was almost disappointed, figuring that there wasn't going to be much left for her to do with the blue and red lances already running rampant and laying waste to the buildings. At least it meant a particularly good pay day if nothing else, since the repair costs would be almost insignificant. But before she could decide what the money would be spent on, things suddenly got more interesting.<br><br><em>Too</em> interesting, in fact, judging from her sensor readouts and the comm chatter. Seemingly before Lily could even blink, MacLeod was either already down or not far from it and some foreign voice was welcoming them into hell - a pretty clear declaration of hostility if she'd ever heard one. As she continued to backtrack towards the southernmost barracks building, she twisted her Axman's torso slightly towards the left and then to the right, trying to get a visual on any of the red triangles that now outnumbered the green ones on her scanner's monitor roughly two to one.<br><br>They weren't Battlemechs, obviously, since she couldn't see any, and logically, two dozen, several story high war machines couldn't just have sprung up in the middle of the airfield, but they had to be something nasty nonetheless. As she caught her first glimpse of the enemy, Lily had to agree with Elisa's assessment - some sort of powered body armored. Their movements seemed too natural for them to be automated, so she was nearly certain that there were human pilots encased within. <br><br>She couldn't help but groan, realizing that her weapon loadout was far from ideal for dealing with such a threat. It was definitely one of those situations where Lily wished that she had the N1's autocannon instead of the N2's LRMs. Against such small and agile targets, and with much larger friendlies in the fray, chances were good that she'd be doing more damage to her fellow Mechs than to the armored suits if she decided to fire any missile barrages.<br><br>With that in mind, she slowed her pace down to a slow crawl in order to maximize her laser accuracy, a must considering the size and speed of her targets. Lily barely managed to graze her target with her initial laser salvo, two of the three red beams missing entirely with only one of them connecting and doing minimal damage. However, she used the knowledge gained from that first shot to adjust her aim slightly before firing her bigger gun, this time connecting perfectly with the entirely of the pulse laser blast and burning a hole right through the power armor's chest as the heat in her cockpit spiked up momentarily.<br><br>The dead Elemantal's jumpjets went out and it plummeted to the ground, but by then his twin was already melting some of the armor protecting the Axman's torso. Before her lasers could rearm, the pesky foe had retreated behind a building, but Lily would soon find out that that was the least of her problems. Her cockpit shook violently and her Mech stumbled forwards slightly as several missiles - at least four or five - struck it in its lightly armored back, causing her to pivot around as quickly as she could in response.<br><br>She came face to face with three more Elementals, which was bad enough, but not nearly so much as the eight or so more that she could see not far behind them. "Putain, mais c'est pas vrai! Qu'est-ce que c'est ce délire!?" Lily exclaimed to herself as they homed in on her like a pack of killer bees. At least the rest of her lance was not too far off, so they'd be able to provide some much needed assistance. The only other thing that she had going for her was that since all of the allied Mechs were either behind her or to her flank, it actually gave her an opportunity to fire a hail of missiles towards the more or less dense cloud of Elementals, some walking and some flying towards her with practically no cover. <br><br>If she had to guess, she'd say that they were being so bold because they intended to swiftly pick off the stragglers that were currently somewhat separated from the main force, namely Kismet and Defiance. Another wave of heat filled the cockpit, this time making it noticeably uncomfortable as thirty warheads flew towards the Elementals, most of them exploding on the ground, causing only minimal splash damage at best, but at least a few managed to connect. If nothing else, the smoke and explosions made for a decent distraction as Lily maneuvered her Axman backwards, trying to meet up with the rest of her lance that was slightly further inside the base without exposing its vulnerable back to any further attacks. <br><br>"What the fuck?" Lily mouthed the words silently to herself when she heard Puma's suggestion. She'd known that Miyoko had at least a few screws loose, but now she had to wonder if the chick was just straight up retarded. What kind of attitude was that, anyways, losing your shit and admitting defeat at the first sign of opposition? Thankfully, Erich promptly took charge and dismissed Puma's suicidal plan, proving that not everyone had lost their head just yet.<br><br>"Defi, can you lay down some suppressive fire while we join up with the others? I'm running pretty hot, got maybe one more LRM volley in a few seconds before I need to cool off." Lily had no reason to think that Elisa wouldn't have done just that even without her calling for it, but she figured that it was better to communicate clearly than to assume on the off-chance that it might come back and bite her in the ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 01:02:17</strong>
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				Graff didn't know what was going on anymore, one moment he is sweating off the heat from the two PPCs he fired.&nbsp; The mission seemingly complete all for the cost of a little armor and some ammo.&nbsp; Heck this was the textbook definition of a cake walk.&nbsp; Then the next thing he knows he's walking towards the Mech Hanger and hearing MacLeod curse, scream, fire and then static.&nbsp; Unsure of what happened his Marauder turns to face the falling Highlander as his sensor array lights up like a disco ball.&nbsp; 25 red blips from the mech bays to his right and the hanger in front of him.&nbsp; <br><br>To say things get hectic from there is an understatement, it would be closer to say that they are firmly inside Hell's Handbasket.&nbsp; Erich's voice fills his com unit next and Graff hears him take command of the Company, not something he was going to argue against really.<br><br>Snapping out of what ever daze he was in Graff goes to relay orders to his Lance, "Uh-o-OK Blue Lance, Brick is taking over Company command.&nbsp; All units make for the southern road and regroup."&nbsp; The his nervousness bleeds into his orders.&nbsp; The stream of elementals charge towards Graff's Marauder, in his panic Graff takes a few snap shots at the advancing swarm.&nbsp; One volley of charged particles his and another gets knocked off his feet by the steady stream of autocannon fire but the rest fail to find their marks.&nbsp; Once again the new Mechwarrior is a washed in a wave a heat, his targeting computer flickers as the added heat begins to cook his systems he wills his Marauder into motion.&nbsp; Another Elemental misjudges Graff's frantic escape and finds himself under foot, it doesn't kill him but does cause Graff to have his Marauder to actually skip as Graff tries to keep his mech upright.<br><br>Bouncing hard off of the Mech bay wall ends up doing the trick snapping Graff to the ends of his harness jarring him a bit.&nbsp; His skill in piloting will do nothing but help the Clans impression that the Inner Sphere can't hold a candle to their superior breeding.&nbsp; Still moving forward he attempts to shake himself out of the hit he took only to remember that he needs to call in.&nbsp; The Elementals still on his heels but moving a little more cautiously since this pilot apparently doesn't know what he's doing.&nbsp; SRMs and Small Lasers fire scoring hits on his arms and legs with a few scorching his rear armor.<br><br>Toggling his coms to the command channel Graff responds, "Double G here, Blue Lance is pulling back.&nbsp; What are these things!?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 02:44:36</strong>
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				"Disengaging," Yamina replied, voice as cool as the desert night.&nbsp; That doubled her word count on the comm channel to two since contact with the enemy.&nbsp; Far too often she'd seen AeroSpace fighters or artillery rain down on BattleMechs whose units were careless with their commo discipline.&nbsp; Granted, most of the time the lance was able to use tight line of sight only communications, or very short ranged ones, but it was far too easy to triangulate a position using nothing more than a few loops antennae and a map.&nbsp; <br><br>Whatever those things were, those... vermin... were as tough as scorpions and just as deadly for all their small size.&nbsp; They were slow, even though they had a surprising mobility one wouldn't expect of a roughly man-sized piece of equipment.&nbsp; The missiles they carried over each shoulder were worrisome.&nbsp; They easily matched the range of her <em>Locust's</em> laser.&nbsp; They probably wouldn't penetrate her armor, but two might.&nbsp; Or three.&nbsp; Or five.&nbsp; The little vermin swarmed it seemed.<br><br>As she withdrew, Yamina kept the <em>Marauder</em> between her and the bulk of the enemy.&nbsp; Her <em>Locust</em> remained close enough to scratch the <em>Marauder's</em> back if he ran into trouble.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 05:18:55</strong>
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				Sweat was pouring off Eliza’s brow as she continued to fire at the oncoming… things. She had no idea what they were, but she knew that she didn’t like them. “Maybe this is some sort of Drac testing center where they have some sort of new weapon or…” She was fishing around for an explanation and she knew it, but trying to figure a rational solution was a way to avoid panic. Her cockpit was like an oven as her lasers continued to fire, the <em>Black Knight</em> slowly backing up.<br><br>It wasn’t going well. The small targets were elusive and hard to hit, and harder to kill. She’d managed to bring one down, but it had taken three laser hits to do it – three! One should reduce even the most heavily armoured infantryman to ash, but three was insane. “I’ll do my best!” She called out as she continued to backpedal, putting fire into the enemy creatures less in the hope of stopping them dead and more in the hope of giving them some pause.<br><br>And she wasn’t even sure if that was working.<br><br>Her goal was to bring herself back, hook up with the main body of the unit and get some sort of coherent withdrawal happening. Instead, the opposite seemed to be happening. Miyoko, the flake she was, seemed to be determined to needlessly wipe herself out for no reason, a move that baffled her and simple made no sense. “Everyone stay together.” She simply shot back. “And don’t let them get close.” Daring anti-Mech trained infantry could cripple or kill a machine with a well-planned assault. These things looked like they were capable of so much more then just that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 11:36:07</strong>
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				"Unknown number of assailants of unknown class, Mr Perkins, Commander Veijer's Highlander seems to have received critical damage..." The woman at the control panel paused a little as she felt the cold hands of Kevin Perkins sift carefully through here hair. She blushed but continued as if nothing happened. "The others are in bad condition as well, though it seems mostly to be... panic, sir."<br><br>Mr Perkin's, the company's financial advisor and former ComStar officer sighed heavily. Leave it to Walter to get shot with a whatever in the face. Had he been in serviceable condition at the moment he would have roared defiance and brimstone and the company would have calmed down and got to business. He had often thought of buying an Atlas with nothing but armor for him, but he knew fully well that he couldn't part the man with his Highlander. And as with all Highlanders, it craved battle, if possibly of the death-from-above variety. He took his sweet time thinking about it. As if they weren't hurtling towards the planet at death defying speed in a 3600 ton DropShip. He stroked the woman's hair and imagined how it would feel like. Dropship crash of 3020, back when he and Bones still was official. Only they survived miraculously. Bones mostly because he was strapped up in his Mech, which was all but demolished except for the cockpit. Kevin had no idea how he survived. He did so without his arms and one leg however.<br><br>He plucked the cigar from his mouth with his other cybernetic hand and smiled. It was a dashing smile, what with the dentures. Most of his face had been reconstructed and it was damned handsome even, the red scar down the middle of his face and up on his scalp lending something exotic about him.<br><br>"Well, we are just about there anyway. I guess we can help them out."<br><br>He looked over at the stern-monitor and saw the clouds break, showing the scene from above. It was amusing in a way, like watching ants swarming wasps that had made the mistake to land on the ant-hill. He leaned forward, smelling the woman's hair as he opened up the channels to all 'Mechs.<br><br>"Don't worry, little chickens, the hen-mother is here. Cathryn, set the targeter on these little pissants."<br><br>The space above the outpost was set ablaze with a light-show of Apocalyptic proportions. The PPCs fired first, a volley of three landing between the now surprised Battle Armors. Next came five ER large lasers, two of the Elementals toppling over from direct hits. While the Bastion was an old piece of Union scrap, it was a very well maintained piece of scrap, with superior targeting computers and a great array of weapons. The battery of six AC/5s held their silence, having run out of ammo during the last mission. The retro-thrusters stabilized the lumpy vessel and the engines revved up, pulling the Drop-Ship into a soft landing on the cross-section of the runways and unleashing a barrage of energy from the recycled heavy energy weapons and another twelve medium lasers. More battle armors fell smoking to the ground and for a split second there was hesitation among them before jump jets fired and they started to retreat towards the fog-covered mountain ridges. There was laughter over the comms as Perkins chimed in again.<br><br>"Well would you look at that. Never seen them 'Mechs in pocket size before. Pardon mefor being bossy, but would you kindly set up a perimeter so that we can begin salvage? And perhaps someone could check MacLeod for a crispy corpse or a pissed off commander, I'd hate to promote one of you sorry lot to the position."<br><br>That was Perkins. Bit of an asshole, bit of financial genius and a whole lot of attitude. But he crunched the numbers, had the contacts and bought the damned DropShip. They had to live with his bullshit bravado every once in a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 15:57:59</strong>
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				Alroy couldn't help but swear quietly to himself in satisfaction as the DropShip emerged from the clouds and fog, raining incandescent death down on the miniature power-suits that his own guns, and those of the rest of the two lances, had proven so impossibly ineffective against. His heat monitors were still shrieking shrilly at him, and he took a second to stop dead while the sinks dissipated his excess into the surrounding snow before opening back into the general com channel.<br><br>"Maxim Thirty-Four: When the going gets tough, the tough call for close air support. Good to see you, Bastion."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 16:28:14</strong>
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				The Bastion's arrival, on a plume of raw fusion plasma as the Union-class planted itself roughly in the middle of the eastern airstrip, was a welcome sight, even with the annoying nasal grate of Perkin's voice on open comms. Erich ignored Perkin's comments, the waves of heat pouring off of his 'mech showing that he had been firing constantly at the unknowns, the Assault 'mech's PPC apertures glowing red from the residual heat that had built up due to near-constant volleyfire from the massive sniper, which had prevented any of the assailants from getting into missile or laser range after the initial onslaught.<br><br>Several missile volleys had peppered the massive 'mech's broad chest and arms, gouging craters in the Durallex Heavy plating that made up one-fifth of the Awesome's weight, but, honestly, the Assault 'mech had gotten off lightly. Only after the Bastion landed did Erich stop firing, his 'mech immobile from the heat buildup, with his left hand hovering over the emergency button on the left side of the cockpit, which was commonplace in 'mechs of all ages; the Shutdown override in most 'mechs tended to take more abuse than the armour covering the machines.<br><br>Seeing the unknowns break off and retreat, Erich finally stopped firing, letting his machine's heat sinks draw the temperature down to something tolerable, the radiators cooling siezed actuators and myomer, unbinding the artificial muscle and heavy hydraulics, which allowed the Awesome to move again. Popping open the faceplate of his Neurohelmet, Erich ran a trembling hand over his face, wiping sweat away from his eyes, before toggling to open comms. "Well, thanks to our ride, and the amount of firepower we've been putting out, whatever just attacked us has bugged out. Puma and I will check on the Highlander, and clear the two closed hangars. Assault lance, set up an outer picket within the turret line; Recon, attach Snake to your lance and patrol just outside the turret line. You have the speed to get behind the big guns in case there's more than those.... whatever they are, out and about."<br><br>Toggling his communication suite to the lance command dedicated channel, Erich spoke quietly. "Good work out there, Graff. You kept your head, and did what you needed to do to keep your lance in once piece. If you're going to take a poke at one of those things we took down, bring something more potent than a laser pistol. I'd suggest a gyrojet rifle or a Zeus twelve-seven, but we both saw those things shrug off direct hits from PPCs. Be careful."<br><br>Toggling back to his own Lance's channel, he commented again. "You three did damn well. Status reports whenever you're ready; I want Vice near the Bastion, Defiance at the west edge, and Kismet, north side. Fallback point is the Bastion. And, before you guys inundate me with questions, No, I have no idea what we just encountered, No, I have no idea if they're Draconis, or something else, and my battle computer is only saying that they're powered armour of some type. We also saw them laugh off PPCs to the face, so if you get curious, stay in your 'mech when poking at them. Kismet's probably the best infighter we have if they get close; No matter how small and annoying they are, a five-ton axe landing on them from on high will smash them flat. Report if there's anything unusual going on."<br><br>Slowly, he began Moving his 'mech out of the slowly-icing over area where his 'mech had stood, the heat wash of his energy weapons and 'sinks having turned a lot of snow into vapour. Toggling his comms once more, he set up a laser link with Miyoko's Shadow Hawk, so the two could speak privately as the two headed towards the Fallen Highlander. "Miyoko. I think I understand why you decided to stand and fight. But, this isn't the Combine Military. None of us demand you to sacrifice yourself against superior, or unknown odds because your commander in the field was taken down with a lucky hit or two. What I ask, is that, when I'm in command, you follow my orders. None of us wants to lose a fellow warrior, and putting yourself at risk when we're already down one 'mech due to a surprise attack worries us. Now, come on. With any luck, Walter's just sleeping off being rattled around like a pea in a tin can. Your 'mech has two hands, so you can get him out of the cockpit better than my 'mech's claw can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 17:46:46</strong>
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				There had been a moment when he could see the missiles coming at him. It had been unreal in some way. The cracked shield was shattered in an explosion, son followed by another missile zooming into the cockpit. He had only barely been able to shift himself to his right, the exhaust burning his arm before another explosion behind the heavy seat. Everything had gone black at that moment. No one survived a thing like that. Not even Old Guts'n'Bones. He coughed, his eyes opening slowly as he reach forward, his arms gripping the edge of his seat, trailing up over his abdomen and chest, trying to feel if he was missing anything vital. He sighed in relief as the sound started to come back to him, the sound of Bastion roaring down and spreading death of all varieties. How long had he been knocked out? His hands traced along the neurohelmet, which seemed fine except for the severed cords and cables in the back. He unhooked the clasp with aching fingers and took a deep breath as the cool air brushed in on his face, squinting in the strong light.<br><br>He was on his back in the seat, the controls and panels scorched by the explosion, his old era jumpsuit still pretty intact except for his left sleeve which had been cooked away by the missile's exhausts. He looked down at his badly burned arm, imagining the stump he had sported unless the ancient suit had taken the brunt of it. He unhooked his seat belts and rolled over to his side. He could hear the familiar footfall of Erich's Awesome coming closer and he reached up to the edge of the ruined screen and heaved up through it. He looked up at the Shadow Hawk and Awesome and waved an ok, even though he was badly burnt, his hair and beard singed and face covered in streaks of blood. He looked towards the hangar and then signaled to the nearby 'Mechs to change their focus. There were a lot of Combines in that Hangar, and strangely enough, the strange armored suit that had delivered the missiles through his shield stood unmoving&nbsp; in front of them.<br><br>He jumped down on the chest of MacLeod and opened up a small luggage hatch from where he produced a headset. He wrapped it around his neck and stuck in the ear plugs before opening the emergency channel the only one available since it was emergency equipment. As such he spoke to the whole company.<br><br>"Erich, keep your guns at the bastard in the armor. Miyoko, keep yours on the Combines..."<br><br>He reached down into the luggage again and produced a heavy submachine gun before he jumped down on the ground and approached the hangar.<br><br>"Walter, what the hell! Don't scare me like that, I thought I had to give a raise to one of these goofs..."<br><br>"Not now, Perkins!" He closed in on the gathered prisoners and the suit, the elderly Combine MechWarrior giving him a curt nod in recognition. He didn't reply, but instead stopped in front of the hulking suit. As he did, there was a whirring noise emanating from it which made him tense up, almost firing upon it. The whole front of the thing seemed to open up and part to the sides like the mandibles of some giant insect. Inside there was a woman. A very strong one at that, looked like she could easily rip him a new one. Her dirt blonde hair was cut short and the was a scar going across her face over her nose which gave her a vicious look. Not that she needed it, her eyes were just about flamers projecting his way. "Who are you?"<br><br>"I will only speak to your Commander, chalcas."<br><br>She spoke English, but there was some strange sort of accent to it. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he recognized it. "I am the commander. Speak!"<br><br>She recoiled a little, surprise on her face before a smile broadened on her face. "In that case I'm honored to have downed your 'Mech in combat, Commander. Though it seemed you have bested me in turn. I guess that is why your subs started running around like headless Surats..."<br><br>"Who are you?" He repeated the words through clenched teeth. He wasn't very fond of his enemies insulting his company.<br><br>"Aff! I am Cera Chafkas of Clan Ghost Bear. At your mercy. I'm the Star Commander of the 2nd Elemental Stars of the 1st Binary."<br><br>"Which House do you serve?"<br><br>She watched him for a while, seemingly confused by his query, before she smiled again as if she remembered a variable in the conversation.<br><br>"Right. Houses. I serve House Kerensky then, of Faction Ghost Bear. I'd ask you to surrender to our superior might, but unfortunately you have bested me, Commander. My battle armor overheated when I fired my SRMs at you."<br><br>Walter squinted. What the heck was this? She didn't speak like anyone he had ever encountered. Even now he was pretty sure she could have moved even with the overheated battle armor, and she probably could have punched him out and made a run for it. He had kept the channel open for now, but...<br><br>"Erich and Elisa on me, the rest of you keep up the perimeter." He shut the comm line down. He had suddenly realized where he recognized the accent from. Now he needed Elisa to confirm it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 20:34:41</strong>
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				Graff's sensors and communications filled with static as the Bastion dramatically changed the electrical charge of the base behind him.&nbsp; Then the next thing he knew the surviving suits of Battle Armor turned to flee.&nbsp; <br><br>The next thing he finds, through the pounding in his head and pain in his back due to the whiplash, is Erich giving him praise for keeping his lance intact.&nbsp; Not that he feels he's really deserved it after panicking and almost sending his mech to the ground.&nbsp; He did feel relieved when he heard Walter voice over the coms once again and relayed the perimeter order.<br><br>Trying to regain his composure he flicks back to the lance frequency, "O-ok guys, it looks like MacLeod is alive.&nbsp; *throat clear* Lets set up a perimeter around the Bastion, Ninja and Little Bit I want you paired up in a 10 km past the mountain.&nbsp; Harlequin, form on me and we will patrol 5km out.&nbsp; Stay in pairs and if you see anything radio it in and make for the dropship."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 20:39:21</strong>
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				Miyoko Shadowborn<br>in her mech<br>In enemy compound.<br><br>Slowly she releases the death like grip on the controls, tears streaming down her sweaty face as she looks over to the commanders downed mech. "well.. so much for that" she sighs softly to the bears who must be suffering so with their thick furs in the furnace like cockpit, according to the readout two of her heat sinks are completely gone and quite a bit of armour is missing all over mostly in the back after she had to retreat under orders. Something she was smarting over still, to be told to ignore her commanders fallen body! Had the order come from another Kuritan she would be issuing a duel right now!!<br><br>As the bleep of the incoming coms signaled the expected chewing out she just flipped on the channel without a word, her eyebrows raising when he claims to even understand and doesnt yell her out. "Yes Sir! Wont happen again SIR!" she responds with some conviction not wanting to waste this rare reprieve. She turns the mech ignoring the howls of protest from the overheated reactor and walks towards her commander, fully expecting to find nothing but a red paste smeared over the cockpit.<br><br>"Erich, keep your guns at the bastard in the armor. Miyoko, keep yours on the Combines..."<br><br>"Yes Sir" she mumbles unable to hide the gratitude as her spirit soars, seems their first mission wasnt a total loss even if it was.. messy.&nbsp; She turns towards her fellow countrymen and with a sigh levels the still glowing PPC against them hoping they dont realise her missile pod is empty and the threat of her lone gun isnt all that much against a group of infantry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 21:28:45</strong>
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				Maho let out a long sigh as the Bastion suddenly appeared, raining death and destruction down on the runways. The sheer weaponry the dropship boasted seemed to turn the tide, rout the powered armor units. The temptation to nail the retreating units with her long-range missiles was high, but she'd seem them shrug off all manner of damage earlier. It'd just be a waste of resources to attack the scattered enemies. More importantly, it seemed that Walter was the luckiest man in the world, and had survived what she'd thought was a very lethal head-cracking. That was very much so a relief.<br><br><strong>"Snake here. I'll head up to the northwestern cliffs to start my patrolling."</strong> she spoke over the comm to Recon Lance, but really, she just wanted to get the best vantage point possible to keep an eye on the retreating mini-'mechs. She was still more than worried about whether or not there were more of them, or worse, some real Battlemechs as advanced as those nearby. After a moment of hesitation, she clicked over to open a private channel to Erich.<br><br><strong>"Ahem . . Brick. Since Wa-MacLeod is currently . . . busy, I humbly suggest any and all mechs with hands immediately assist in salvage. I'd give good odds on those powered armors returning sometime soon, and if we're unlucky they might come back with Aerospace assets or 'Mechs. They definately weren't any designs I've ever seen, and I'd like to lower our odds of seeing any other weird prototypes again while we're here."</strong><br><br>Her <em>Sling</em> was still quite mobile, but she'd taken small amounts of damage to nearly every front section of her armor in the initial ambush. With their <em>Highlander</em> down, and the turrets completely shutdown due to her bombing run, she was worried that if they returned with reinforcements they could end up doing some serious damage to their unit and Bastion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 12:39:02</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; From barracks to airstrip to mountains<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Maho, Graff, Yamina<br><br>The mission was going extraordinarily well, and I was starting to get bored.&nbsp; I almost turned off the recorder of the action - I liked to save footage for analysis later on - but then...<br><br><em><strong>"FUCK! LANCE! On me, I'm goin'."</strong></em><br><br><em><strong>"Company lead is down. Assault Lead is taking command. All units, check in, and head to the South edge of the airstrip. We have... something hostile; hard to get a lock."</strong></em><br><br>Walter was down and Erich was taking over.&nbsp; Now it was... getting <em>interesting</em>.<br><br>After I reported in, I saw a few of the attack lance mechs getting swarmed by these tiny mechs.&nbsp; If they were powered armor, the pilots inside must be huge.<br><br>A couple of these mini-mechs came after me, firing their missiles that I managed to avoid with a quick side-step, but before I could take to the air, they were on me.<br><br>The <em>Spider</em> had humanoid limbs with fully functional hands, and I was pretty good at using them.&nbsp; I used to impress my old Draconis comrades with the way I could pick up small objects attached to different parts of the <em>Spider's</em> armor.<br><br>I could "feel" these mini-Mechs.&nbsp; Like an adult wrestling a child, I pulled one off of me and held it in front of me with two hands.&nbsp; I turned it upside down and smashed it down into the ground head first, then hopped up and landed on it, crushing it under a foot backed by 30 tons of Battlemech.<br><br>The other mini-Mech got shaken loose during my hop.&nbsp; While it was standing in front of me, looking up at me like an angry dwarf, I pointed my flamer at it and unleashed a blast of plasma fire.&nbsp; It started running away, and my chest laser nailed its back, finishing it off.<br><br><em><strong>"Uh-o-OK Blue Lance, Brick is taking over Company command.&nbsp; All units make for the southern road and regroup."</strong></em><br><br>I wasn't done, was just getting started.&nbsp; I was looking forward to taking out another one of these, but I saw Yamina's <em>Locust</em> in the distance and remember her words from last night.<br><br><em><strong>"You must fight with purpose, not with abandon.&nbsp; That way lies madness and ends in flame."</strong></em><br><br>Instead of taking on some more, I calmed my bloodlust and jumped toward Graff, intent on using him to cover our repositioning.&nbsp; Then, all hell broke loose again, this time in our favor, with our dropship coming in to save our hoops.<br><br><em><strong>"O-ok guys, it looks like MacLeod is alive.&nbsp; Let's set up a perimeter around the Bastion.&nbsp; Ninja and Little Bit I want you paired up in a 10 km past the mountain.&nbsp; Harlequin, you and I will in 5km out.&nbsp; Stay in pairs and if you see anything radio it in and make for the dropship."</strong></em><br><br>I spoke on the lance channel, addressing Graff with Yamina, Ranna and now Maho listening.<br><br><strong>"Double G, Ninja.&nbsp; Orders received.&nbsp; Will comply.&nbsp; Heading northwest with Little Bit, behind Snake.&nbsp; Interrogative.&nbsp; How many of those... things... retreated?&nbsp; 5?&nbsp; 10?&nbsp; They could be waiting to ambush us.&nbsp; Ninja, out."</strong><br><br>I hoped they were out there.&nbsp; I hoped there was more.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 21:44:11</strong>
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				Even though Lily was able to vaguely recognize the sounds of the Bastion's engines and weapons as well as the shadow that it cast over the base, she still took a few seconds to tilt her Axman's head upwards just to confirm, perhaps feeling somewhat paranoid after the company had been caught off guard once already. Thankfully, things were as they seemed and it really was the friendly DropShip coming in for the assist, and Perkins' voice coming through the comms was only further confirmation.<br><br>The man was a bit too smug and obnoxious for Lily's taste, but this was definitely one of those times where little flaws like that could be overlooked and so she was very glad to see him - or at least hear him and see his ship. The enemy forces, whoever and whatever they were, retreated under the combined assault of the Mechs' and DropShip's gun before her LRMs could even rearm, so she didn't bother with the second volley.<br><br>Dripping with sweat from stress, adrenaline and the intense heat buildup within her cockpit, Lily piloted her machine towards the center of the airbase. She didn't really feel victorious though, at least not until hearing Walter's voice over the emergency channel, at which point she allowed herself a loud cheer and pumped her fist in celebration. Now that was a lot more like it!<br><br>"Likewise, boss," Lily replied to Erich's transmission cheerfully over the lance channel, her breathing still noticeably heavy. "Took some damage but nothing too hardcore, Defi had my back." With that, she trotted her machine into position at the northern edge of the base as instructed, feeling totally re-energized as she watched the perimeter while the salvaging got under way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 23:24:09</strong>
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				Graff's hands fly over his com panel and sends a tight beam message to Snake's Sling.<br><br>"Snake, this is Double G, copy?"&nbsp; Once she responded he would continue.&nbsp; "Form up on Harlequin and myself, we will patrol 5km out from the turret line while Little Bit and Ninja take a wider circle."&nbsp; <br><br>His Marauder's heat is dipping back down to the normal levels as he heads out the southern road to get into position for his patrol.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 02:15:11</strong>
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				The <em>Locust</em> turned and headed for the indicated perimeter, several klicks distant.&nbsp; Confident Hiro would follow, Yamina kept her speed down for the first few hundred meters to allow him to form up, then pushed her machine to its limits.&nbsp; The <em>Spider</em> would have no difficulty keeping up, and might even overtake her by judicious use of jump jets if Yamina's <em>Locust</em> was slowed by terrain.&nbsp; Speed was their ally right now, and a good defense against these vermin.&nbsp; They didn't have the mobility to keep up with her or Hiro, though their shoulder missiles had the range to engage them within the limits of BattleMech's weapons.&nbsp; Every few hundred meters, in as best a random pattern as she could figure, Yamina changed course.&nbsp; Even if the vermin were closing in from the front arc, the constant changes in course would spoil any intercept solution.<br><br>"Ninja," she said, breaking into his cockpit with a low powered, short range comm, "What do you think they are?&nbsp; You were holding one.&nbsp; Did you see any faction markings?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 11:08:19</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br>Ranna Krannok<br>Western Barracks moving towards the Hangar<br>Harlequin - controlled chaos?<br><br><hr><br>Ranna watched as Graff's PPC blast tore through the second turrent.&nbsp; Smiling at the effective chaos behind her, she turned Harlequin to finish the job on the Barracks.&nbsp; Another swift stroke of the hatchet and the brig and ferrocrete building fell in on itself.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"MacLeod here, power neutralized. Yellow, check the Mechbays with blue, we're on the hangars. Bastion, you are clear to land."</em><br><br>Hearing the call from Walter, Ranna turned towards the center of the compound, expecting to rally in the center were Bastion would land to begin salvage operations.&nbsp; Ranna's instincts screamed at her from some unseen threat as she noticed heat signatures on her HUD that were too small to be mechs but were obviously swarming around the position of Walter's Command Lance.&nbsp; Then it came as if she had be expecting something like this.&nbsp; <em>"FUCK! LANCE! On me, I'm goin" </em>&nbsp; The static on the emergency channel was deafening.&nbsp; Something just took out Walter's Highlander without so much as a fight.&nbsp; Ranna tried to re-tune her sensors to break through the fog as the rest of the Lance appeared to be frozen to inaction.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Company lead is down. Assault Lead is taking command. All units, check in, and head to the South edge of the airstrip. We have... something hostile; hard to get a lock.&nbsp; Repeat; break off from the base buildings; We have infiltrator units of unknown type and number hiding on-base."</em>&nbsp; Ranna switched back to visual light only as the fog began to clear.&nbsp; Erich's Awesome and the rest of assault lance were moving towards the hanger. <br><br>The chaos on the horizon near the mechbays with Mechs running every direction and lasers and PPC shots flashing on the slowly dissipating fog the channels showed no less sign of chaos with pilots screaming back and forth trying to get a handle on what was going on.&nbsp; <em>"Uh-o-OK Blue Lance, Brick is taking over Company command.&nbsp; All units make for the southern road and regroup." </em><br><br>Ranna began working her way towards the southern edge of the field when she noticed Graff being attacked by a small swarm of the battle armor that had broken from the main group.&nbsp; In a daring yet scary display of piloting, Ranna watches as Graff tries to blast the group with a PPC.&nbsp; Scoring a couple of hits but unable to take down the rest, he nearly crushes another one underfoot as he moves towards the hangar with the little armored men in tow.&nbsp; Aiming carefully, Ranna targets one with a steady blast from all of her medium lasers, while targeting another with a full salvo of her AC/20.&nbsp; As the two men are torn apart by the blast, the third, the one Graff stepped on gets a solid introduction to the ground by her falling hatchet before he has time to move.&nbsp; "Annoying little things. Graff your ass is clear."&nbsp; She reports over the Lance channel as she moves towards the field.&nbsp; <br><br>Before Ranna could get any further assessment of the situation, the sky lit up with fire, burning the fog away as Bastion arrived overhead, scorching the airfield with PPC's and Lasers.&nbsp; Ranna chuckled.&nbsp; <em>Never hurts to have air support</em>&nbsp; She thought as she moved towards the main rally point.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"O-ok guys, it looks like MacLeod is alive. Lets set up a perimeter around the Bastion, Ninja and Little Bit I want you paired up in a 10 km past the mountain.&nbsp; Harlequin, form on me and we will patrol 5km out.&nbsp; Stay in pairs and if you see anything radio it in and make for the dropship."</em>&nbsp; Ranna could hear the stress in Graff's voice.&nbsp; He wasn't handling the command very well under pressure, but she wasn't going to push the issue.&nbsp; She formed up on Graff's right side, just behind him, her IFF and Infra-red on sensitive.&nbsp; "Graff, you took some heavy damage on your back.&nbsp; Another hit or two and you would have lost something important."&nbsp; She remarked across the mech to mech comm channel as she surveyed the damage to his rear armor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 17:32:58</strong>
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				"Form up on Harlequin and myself, we will patrol 5km out from the turret line while Little Bit and Ninja take a wider circle."&nbsp; <br><br>Maho frowned at the sudden comm message. Her speedy mech was already a quite a fair ways ahead, and now he wanted her to pull back? Opening up a private line to the man, she hesitated, before speaking. <strong>"With all due respect, Double G, wouldn't it be more efficient for me to patrol further out at the better vantage points? My <em>Sling</em>'s systems are tuned for long-range, so with me at the top of the rocks and out of the fog, I'll have a better view of the area than most. That and I'll have the easiest time retreating if those things decide to come back."</strong><br><br>It was pretty obvious what she meant though: She didn't want to come back down the hills and wander around with the other mechs. Maho was comfortable in the Command Lance, but not quite as comfortable with the other Scout units yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 17:47:29</strong>
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				With the rest of his lance falling into their positions the perimeter was slowly being shored up.&nbsp; Really they'd could really use another recon lance to do it right, or faster mechs in the current recon lance.&nbsp; Say all the good things you will about the Marauder and Hatchetman but they are generally to slow to be considered recon mechs.<br><br>Hearing Maho's comments doesn't really surprise him, mechwarriors that pilot fast mechs rarely want to be dragged down to their slower brethren's speeds.&nbsp; But at this moment safety in numbers is more important than speed.&nbsp; "Negative Snake, no single Mech patrols.&nbsp; We don't know how many of those 'things' there are out there let along how many made it clear from the Bastion's fire."&nbsp; This isn't what she's going to want to hear but Graff will be damned if he does something that will cause the loss of a pilot, let along someone attached to his squad Kuritan or not.<br><br>"Besides your Sling's armaments are just the LRMs, if they ambush you your weapons won't be of any help as you try and make your escape."&nbsp; Graff reasoned over the coms, "Tune your coms to channel 18 and keep your eye out.&nbsp; The fogs lifting but we are still going to be relying on sensors for the time being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 05:22:35</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The mountains<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br><strong>"Following you, Little Bit.&nbsp; I recorded some of the action and some of the aftermath.&nbsp; Setting up a data packet...&nbsp; Okay, sending it to the whole company.&nbsp; <br><br>"Check the first clip.&nbsp; You seeing the markings?&nbsp; Looks like a bear head and a bunch of claws around it.&nbsp; It's not any unit I recognize.&nbsp; They're not Draconis and probably not some new merc group with this kind of new technology.&nbsp; <br><br>"And listen to the audio from Walter's questioning.&nbsp; What's a... chalcas?&nbsp; And a surat?&nbsp; And a Clan Ghost Bear?&nbsp; And a House Kerensky?"</strong><br><br>I was puzzled, but intrigued.&nbsp; Still, I kept an eye on my surroundings, ready to make a jump if we saw any enemies.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 14:25:48</strong>
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				Erich sighed to himself for a moment at Walt's 'request' for himself and Elisa to meet him in the hangar; between Graff over-extending the recon lance to the point where any reinforcements would take at least fifteen minutes to 'ride to the rescue' for the outermost elements, and the request pulling the two energy-armed 'mechs from base picket duty from the assault lance, the veteran felt dangerously overexposed. Opening his comms to the general channel, he spoke. "Graff; we're looking dangerously over-exposed here. Pull the inner and outer elements back to the five-kilometre range, at maximum. At the current range, if any member of Recon screams for help, it'll be fifteen minutes for Assault to arrive to pull you out of the fire, and we'll be down the Brick and Defiance for a few minutes to see what the hell Walt's banging on about. Vice, Kismet; if you'd be so kind as to patrol along the outer perimetre of the base while the Bastion sends out the salvage techs to yank off every bit of shiny loot from this place, I'll buy the beer once this op is over."<br><br>Turning his 'mech towards the hangar Walt's Highlander lay in front of, Erich glowered at the people he could see inside, before setting his 'mech into standby function, locking all of its functions with his personal command prefix code. Pulling off his Neurohelmet, he stowed the heavy piece of gear in its storage rack above the command seat, before pulling on his usual fatigues. Grumbling to himself, he opened a small panel in the side of his command seat, behind the ejection controls, and grabbed a large cigar, before settling a basic communication link into place so he could listen to the lance chatter. "What a clusterfuck. I need a smoke now."<br><br>Popping the hatch, he climbed out of his 'mech, using handholds instead of the retractable ladder, in part so he could dip the end of his cigar into the red-hot aperture of one of the torso-mounted heatsinks, lighting it neatly in a trick born of years of practice. Taking a deep puff from the hand-length stogie, he walked into the Hangar, and, while surprised at the height and tone of the eight-foot-tall amazon that stood next to one of the suits of powered armour the company had barely fought off, his only outward expression was to raise an eyebrow towards Walt. "Heard the whole thing, Walter."<br><br>Taking the cigar from his mouth for a moment, Erich exhaled a few smoke rings, then nodded towards the woman's armour. "Impressive piece of technology. Looks too new to be Lostech, but I've never heard of houce tech getting to this level." Looking over the muscle-bound amazon, he smirked slightly, then chuckled. "So, Walt. Finally found someone taller than me, huh? Guess you got tired of me threatening to use your head as an armrest, and met someone that actually can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 14:44:11</strong>
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				Events had been a giant blur for Elisa, the chaos of the arrival of the strange suits managing to resolve itself into some semblance of order. When she reviewed her BattleROMs, Elisa had no doubt that she’d be able to make a lot more of the situation, but for now it was just a tangled mess of half-remembered fragments. Her commander had requested to see her, and she had to oblige, regardless of her misgivings over the situation.<br><br>Clambering from her <em>Black Knight</em> still clad in her cooling vest and shorts, Elisa looked like a mess. Constant firing of her lasers had seen the interior of her ‘Mech turn into a raging inferno, baking her inside the cockpit. Her hair was disheveled and plastered to her scalp by the same layer of sweat that covered everything else. She had no doubt that she also probably smelled horrific as well, and would not have much of a chance to rectify that situation.<br><br>Taking a gulp from her water bottle, she headed over to the commander, sorting out the situation. However, that stopped dead when she saw the… thing standing next to him. She couldn’t help but blink at surprise at the woman’s form. Two and a half meters, they showed no signs of gigantisim or the like, instead being normally proportioned, just blown out in scale. Her musculature, however, was incredible; she looked like a world-class bodybuilder, without a gram of fat on her. And the eyes…<br><br>Shaking it off, she turned to Walt. “You wanted to see me, sir?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 16:13:46</strong>
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				Walter nodded to Erich and Elisa as they arrived before turning back to the woman. She in turn seemed rather nonchalant without even an inkling of spite or bitterness in her stance. It was as if she had fully accepted her defeat and saw nothing strange in all the comrades she had lost.<br><br>"So, Cera, tell us where you and the tech comes from."<br><br>She gave a loud sigh and shrugged.<br><br>"We brought technology with us when we left the Inner Sphere and headed out beyond the Deep Periphery. Kerensky decreed that technology was sacred and should be developed evermore to upgrade the scales of war. As such our tech is superior to the bastardized joke that you claim is technology. Or something like that."<br><br>Walter's eyes narrowed a bit. Beyond the Deep Periphery? It didn't surprise him one bit, she sure looked like an alien to him. But she said they had left the Inner Sphere. He turned to Elisa with a raised brow.<br><br>"Her accent. Sounds familiar doesn't it. I'm thinking the Wolf's Dragoons, you know the ones who are even snobbier than the rest of them." He had been on some missions with the smug bastards. They used Aff and Neg as well, and the accent was just about spot on. He turned back to the woman. "My guess is you are the ones who are invading the planet. Care to tell us why?"<br><br>A wide grin spread on her face as she crossed her arms and pushed out her gigantic bust. "We are taking back Terra, Commander. It's about time the Star League was restored to what it was!"<br><br>There wasn't even a flinch. The woman was so confident in her words that he could feel the truth in them. They must know how much space lied between them and Terra. If they were smart they must know how many factions lied between them and Terra, how many factions would go ballistic if they ever reached Terra. He confidence said it all. They must have an army the size of the former SLDF backing them. He opened the comms and spoke.<br><br>"Perkins, how long until salvage is done?"<br><br>"An hour at most, you know how hard I have drilled these technicians..."<br><br>"Good, we leave within the hour. Hear that all Lances? we leave within the hour. Perkins, send out the ASF's to do the recon while the lances pull back."<br><br>"Did that before we even landed, they have been keeping an eye on the retreating mini-'Mechs..."<br><br>Walter shut down the channel again and turned to Erich. "We complete the salvage and get the heck out of here, mission's done for all I care. We'll bring this woman and her suit with us, leave the Combines but keep them under guard until we leave. Got it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:00:22</strong>
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				Graff only kind of understood the order to pull back the recon to 5 clicks, it's not like they are going to really try and fight.&nbsp; Still he would relay the order, he doesn't have the clout to change the order.<br><br>"Ninja, Little Bit close up.&nbsp; New order are for us to recon at 5K out."&nbsp; Graff relayed a new waypoint to the his lance plus Snake that would allow them to link up without either group stopping.&nbsp; "Rendezvous at waypoint Delta."&nbsp; Graff turned his Marauder and pushed the speed up to almost max.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 02:27:28</strong>
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				"Synonyms for trouble," Yamina answered Hiro.&nbsp; She'd never heard the words before either, so it definitely wasn't an Arabic rooted language.&nbsp; Maybe someone else in the company had an idea.&nbsp; "What kind of animal is that?&nbsp; A bear obviously but why so many arms?&nbsp; Isn't there a Hindu goddess that has a lot of arms like that?"&nbsp; She cycled through the ROM several times, then blinked it out in favor of a magnetic anomaly display.<br><br>"Let's head back," she said when ordered.&nbsp; "You lead this time."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 07:18:21</strong>
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				Maho grumped to herself silently, before moving her <em>Sling</em> back into formation with the recon mechs. She really would feel better with an eye on those mysterious enemies, but she'd obey orders. Disobeying orders was a good way to get a mission trashed, and everyone killed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 16:39:58</strong>
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				Erich walked around the powered armour as he listened to Walt and the Amazon talk, the commlink attached to his left ear keeping him in the loop on the company-wide general channel. Hearing Walt's decision, the veteran took a deep puff from his cigar, and turned to the eight-foot tall woman. "Alright. Now, I'm a bit of a student of history, so I do remember the proper terms to use in this regard."<br><br>Standing straight, at a parade rest pose, Erich removed the cigar from his square jaw, setting it aside on the battle armour's inert manipulator claw as he looked up at Cera's face. "As per Star League doctrines of warfare, you, commander, are to be taken prisoner, treated fairly and honestly so long as you reciprocate said treatment, and, if you so choose, can be ransomed back to your forces in exchange for prisoners, material goods, or information, as your commanders see fit. If you choose not to be ransomed, you can choose to be paroled, or adopted into the unit after a suitable amount of time has passed for cultural assimilation. Do you have any objections?"<br><br>Waiting for her response, he looked over at the cluster of Draconis Soldiery that had been captured sometime before by the Armoured infantry that had ambushed the company. Privately, a small part of him took glee in the knowledge that they had been overpowered so easily, despite their long-touted superiority and claims that they could defeat anyone. Outwardly, he kept his face as still as a stone, knowing that he'd need to have to talk with at least one of the former DCMS members in the company once the Bastion was loaded and leaving the frozen hellhole behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 18:34:08</strong>
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				The woman raised a brow at Erich in a mix of disbelief and admiration. She let out a HAH which sounded more like a thunderclap than a laugh and inclined a nod to the large knowledgeable man.<br><br>"You are less a barbarian than I expected. It seems honor has not been fully extinct in the Inner Sphere. We refer to the custom as taking bondsmen. If the Commander agrees to the terms, I'm in no station to reject becoming bondswoman."<br><br>She looked over to Walter who was frankly a bit surprised and confused. Erich was a font of all kinds of knowledge and never seized to surprise of course. And apparently the woman followed some sort of moral code from the Star League Era. He nodded and lowered his weapon finally.<br><br>"Very well. We accept the terms." He sighed and put his palm against his head, stumbling a step before he regained full balance. It started to dawn on him that he had taken an SRM to the head just a moment ago. "Erich, can you handle the Kuritans, I think I need to get back to the Bastion and have a moment..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 20:43:40</strong>
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				Erich nodded, retrieving his cigar from where he had placed it and taking a deep puff on the narcotic. "Yeah, Sure."<br><br>Toggling his commlink, he linked to Miyoko's Shadowhawk, just outside the Hangar. "Puma; Walt's heading to the Bastion for treatment from concussion. Can you keep an eye on him, or get Snake to babysit him while he heads over to the Dropper? Thanks."<br><br>Turning back to the amazon, he offered his right hand to her, letting her take a moment to accept the handshake. "Tell you what; you seem to have gone straight for the 'adoption into the company' clause, so I may as well introduce myself. Erich Oststein, formerly of the Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces, currently executive officer of the Company." He smirked and shrugged. "I'm also probably the only person that knows how to fight anti-mech infantry at the moment; to be blunt, these armoured suits are completely new to us."<br><br>Swiveling on his heel, he looked at the cluster of DCMS soldiers that were in the same hangar. "Alright you lot. Way I see it, you got trounced, we trounced the ones that beat you up, and, as a reward for our service, we're stripping the airbase of every weapon, scrap of armour, and ammo we can find. If you want to help out, we'll pay you a stipend for your work. If you want to sit there and stay out of the way, we'll have no quarrel with you. If you try to pick a fight, well, there's a PPC pointing at you from outside. We clear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 23:47:16</strong>
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				Miyoko Shadowborn<br>In her Shadow Hawk<br>Watching her fellow Kuritans<br><br>"Puma; Walt's heading to the Bastion for treatment from concussion. Can you keep an eye on him, or get Snake to babysit him while he heads over to the Dropper? Thanks."<br><br>"This is Puma, on it. Over and out" she flicks off the radio and turns so that her mech can keep an eye on the commander while still keeping her weapons trained on the prisoners, seeing how calm it is she kicks the access hatch open to try and get some cool air inside of the cockpit as it is still baking in there with the slagged heatsinks. Neurofeedback is making her back ache like the dickens and she squirms in the seat desperate for some relief but knowing she cant take anything for it while still in the combat zone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 00:56:30</strong>
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				Elisa watched the exchange quietly, not entirely sure of what was going on. The massive woman seemed to be almost… glad to be taken prisoner, something that made no sense to her whatsoever. However, since there was very little about the situation that made sense to her, so this was merely one more thing in a growing world of confusion. Shaking it off, she considered the Commander’s question to her, tapping her chin in consideration.<br><br>“The accent is familiar, yes.” She finally concluded. “I’ve heard something similar from the older Dragoons, those who were a part of their first generations that appeared form out of nowhere. Do you think they could be connected?” There was an obvious distaste in her voice, one that she didn’t try to hide.<br><br>“While I’m here, sir…” She continued, glancing around. “Permission to speak freely?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 03:04:56</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The mountains<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br><em><strong>"Synonyms for trouble.&nbsp; What kind of animal is that?&nbsp; A bear obviously but why so many arms?&nbsp; Isn't there a Hindu goddess that has a lot of arms like that?"</strong></em><br><br><strong>"Hmm, you might have something there, Little Bit.&nbsp; I have no idea what to make of..."</strong><br><br>On the general company comm, Erich broke in.<br><br><em><strong>"Graff; we're looking dangerously over-exposed here. Pull the inner and outer elements back to the five-kilometre range, at maximum. At the current range, if any member of Recon screams for help, it'll be fifteen minutes for Assault to arrive to pull you out of the fire, and we'll be down..."</strong></em><br><br>Graff seemed to lack confidence, and Erich breaking things down to him in front of everyone might not have been helpful.&nbsp; Graff relayed the order.<br><br><em><strong>"Ninja, Little Bit close up.&nbsp; New order are for us to recon at 5K out."</strong></em><br><br><strong>"Understood.&nbsp; Changing course."</strong><br><br>I turned the <em>Spider</em> to face Graff's waypoint.&nbsp; The cockpit had heated up while I was jumping and using the flamer and medium laser, but the temperature was back to a normal, almost comfortable temperature.<br><br>I was disappointed.&nbsp; Looks like the action for the day was over.&nbsp; Now it was time for a boring patrol instead of a fun raid.<br><br>I thought about the voice of the woman that Walter had been talking to.&nbsp; After hearing what she sounded like, I wondered what she looked like... what she felt like... what she smelled like.&nbsp; Yamina spoke to me on our private comm.<br><br><em><strong>"Let's head back.&nbsp; You lead this time."</strong></em><br><br>Yamina's voice derailed my thoughts and made me think of her instead.<br><br><strong>"Roger...&nbsp; Try to keep up, Little Bit."</strong><br><br>I hit the jump jets and flew through the air, turning around to look behind me at the peak of my trajectory, then landing on my feet facing toward our destination.<br><br><strong>"Since you want me to lead, I'll make the first move when we get back."<br><br><br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 03:55:07</strong>
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				"Vice copies."<br><br>Alroy closed the actuators on his claws, sealing away the autocannons from any accidental injury they might suffer from this point on, and set his machine into a slow, steady patrol stride in a circular pattern around the Bastion. He wasn't certain why he was here - anything that got into his area of threat would have to weather the DropShip's much heavier firepower first - but orders were orders.<br><br>He slowed on his first lap past the impromptu prisoner interrogation, but inside Tanya, he couldn't hear what was being said. The woman was just as impressive in her suit as out of it, though, and he filed the way she stood giving responses - like she was the winner in this fight despite every bit of evidence to the contrary - away for future reference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 13:37:14</strong>
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				"I figured as much..." Walter answered Elisa's input on the whole thing and gave the clan-woman a last look before he turned away. He could see it in her eyes, almost smell it on her. The mention of the famous mercenary group triggered something in her. She knew something of the Wolf's Dragoons. He turned a glance to Elisa and wiped some caked blood from his brow. "Permission granted, as long as you walk with me..." he started of towards the Bastion.<br><br>Cera the Clanner watched Walter and Elisa as they walked off, listening to Erich's words. She looked at him in the corner of her eyes and scoffed in a playful manner.<br><br>"It would have been incompetent of us to give away our secrets, ExOff. To be frank, we aren't even the best Elementals out there. Just wait until you encounter the Wolves... or the Jaguars." A barely noticeable shiver went down her spine as she mentioned the latter.<br><br>As Erich approached the Draconis the elderly MechWarrior stood and bowed before shouting some orders in his native tongue back to the gathered. Apparently they were controversial ones when most of the other MechWarriors stood and a general yelling match began between them. It was promptly silenced by a loud "Urusai! Damare!" from the old man. He turned back to Erich.<br><br>"Very well. I have ordered all technicians to aid you in the salvaging. In return I would ask for a favor. As I understand it we will all be brought into servitude once the rest of our adversaries arrive. I would like you to bring our children back to Kuritan Space. There are twelve of them all in all and I'll arrange for safe passage through our territory. According to the broadcasts we received before we were overthrown the whole planet is falling under these new attackers, so there is no safe haven for them here. I beg of you, for the sake of my honor and the survival of my bloodline..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 14:32:01</strong>
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				Elisa gave a final, wary glance back at the ‘Elemental’ before following Walter, walking alongside of him. She had no idea of who or what these ‘Ghost Bears’ were, only that the thought frightened her on a deep and fundamental level. There had been twenty-five of those suits, each one of which had one of those monsters inside of them. Even then, Elisa imagined that those were just a small portion of their overall force.<br><br>The comments from the Kuritan officer only served to reinforce those feelings. “It would appear that the situation has changed and that we are the worse for it. Right now, sir, I would suggest that our best bet is to try and get off-world and escape with the intel we’ve gained. If the Lyrans want to take it up with us over contract breach, then we can use it as a bargaining chip. I mean…” She glanced at the Kuritan and then back at the distant, but still huge, form of the Elemental woman. “That was a single platoon of their infantry. What can their ‘Mechs do?”<br><br>She shook it off, returning to her original motivation. “All that aside, I have severe reservations about Shadowborn.” Elisa continued. “She panicked and tried to deliberately get herself killed out there, and that’s the least of her problems. The girl’s crazy; she’s unstable, unreliable and likely to get herself killed along with someone else.” She was trying not to raise her voice, but it was hard to keep a lid on this.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 15:12:51</strong>
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				Walter continued along the runway, seeing a recon vehicle coming towards them in the distance, Perkins standing up in it like he was parading the streets of a Terran mega-city. The others in the company didn't approve of the man much, but Walter rather enjoyed his company. He wasn't a false man, as some would put it. Rather he was too much true to himself. The man had an ego the size of the Bastion and wasn't late to remind anyone of it. He glanced over to Elisa and scoffed.<br><br>"I have no intention of staying on this planet. All I worry about is that we might not get off it. It all depends if the Ghost Bears are willing to let us go with what we have brought with us. But from what I gathered from that Cera they seem to be some sort of noble types with too much chivalry on their minds, so here's to hoping."<br><br>He listened under silence as she brought up Miyoko, his ears picking up the faint sound of music from the recon car coming towards them. Once Elisa finished he stopped and turned to her.<br><br>"I'll be frank, Elisa. There is nothing in her that sets her apart from Maho, Hiro or even me. Pardon the language, but the Kuritans fucked us up pretty good in our childhoods. I've read your file and theirs and I can tell you straight, you have no idea. Once I watched my father kill a servant because she brought me the wrong sort of milk for tea. I was five years old and her blood spattered on my face. He just kept on drinking his tea like nothing had happened while she bled out on the floor. I was pretty screwy when I was their age as well. To be frank, I was a monster, a beast of war that craved the death of all those who opposed me, including my own father. But Ol' Guts'n'Bones took care of me when I arrived in this unit, he kicked my ass when I was a darn fool and he praised me when I did good. He and Perkins were there for me, Papa Bear and the Hen-Mother. Had it not been for them I would either be dead or an abomination of violence now. I don't expect you to understand. I expect that we all take care of each other like Bones did, or Miyoko, Maho and Hiro will become monsters eventually."<br><br>The recon car slid up in front of them, blaring Terra ye Faithful out of jury-rigged loudspeakers on its roof, Perkins smoking a cigar so thick he could barely close his mouth. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but sometimes it's a big brown...<br><br>"Hey, Dicks, what's up?" Perkins flashed a salute and reached out with his arm, pulling Walter up into the vehicle. "Sorry ma'am!" he said with a wink to Elisa "This car is for VIPs only."<br><br>With that the car took off, spraying some loose tarmac on the female MechWarrior as it accelerated away towards the DropShip. Perkins ducked down into his seat and offered Walter a warmed up pipe. It was a welcome sight, and even though some would have protested because of his head injury, the old DropShip officer knew that there was a time and place for tobacco in everything.<br><br>"How's the head, Walt?"<br><br>"Just fine, just a little jarred. How does the salvage look?"<br><br>"Excellent. We'll be just about filled up munition-wise. Found some pretty awesome 'Mechs in the bays, but sadly we have no place for them, so I figure we'll strip them down and leave them to whatever takes them. I estimate we'll be able to sell of a whole shit-ton once we head back yonder. To an excellent price of course..."<br><br>Walter knew that was the truth. Perkins could sell rotten eggs to an overprice.<br><br>"We'll be bringing a prisoner and one of the mini-'Mechs along as well. I think I heard Erich discussing children with the Kuritan as well, but I'm skeptical..."<br><br>"We could probably stuff them in somewhere. Don't worry about it, they can't be that expensive to look out for until we reach some kind of orphanage or something."<br><br>Walter was about to say something snide, but held his breath. After the little speech he had delivered he couldn't imagine any better place for the kids. But kin was kin, no matter what.<br><br>"I'd rather have them stay. But knowing Erich he will probably pull them along anyway. And I am in no shape to argue right now."<br><br>"That's the spirit. While we have a private moment, there is something else I would like to discuss with you..."<br><br>The car disappeared up the ramp into the bowels of the DropShip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 23:57:02</strong>
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				The rest of the patrol passed without incident, and by the time they were recalled Graff was releaved.&nbsp; He spend most off the time half keeping watch and half wondering what Walter was going to say to him and his first time at the head of a lance.&nbsp; His own recollection isn't something to be proud of, sure they took out the barracks without a mech powering up but that was mostly because of those mini-mechs were swarming all over the place.&nbsp; Then when they did show up he downright panicked...say what you will but the gun-cam footage will show it pretty clear.<br><br>"Alright guys, looks like this is a wrap.&nbsp; Lets head back to the Bastion, it looks like we are getting ready to head out.&nbsp; Little Bit take point, Harlequin watch our six."&nbsp; Graff radios out, his back is still quite torr up from earlier.<br><br>Once they make it back Graff parks his Marauder in it's cubby and locks it down to prepare it for lift off.&nbsp; He'll have to work on repairing the armor once they get out past the atmosphere and he no longer has to worry about the launch G's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 00:47:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Heading back to dropship&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>no one&nbsp; <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>She slowly turns her battered mech around and gives her countrymen a salute with her arm, feeling really bad about leaving them to the unknown invaders but she realizes that there isn't much they can do. After all a small group of people in suits had basically stomped them and it was only the dropship that saved their sorry behinds. As she walks towards the massive ship she rethinks todays events, she had lost her head when she thought Walter had gone down. If she is honest with herself she deeply loves the man, no not in the way that some of the other women in the group might do, but as a father she no longer has. Having been kicked out of the Combine her own kin has disowned her and she is all alone now, a feeling she doesnt much like.<br><br>Backing her mech into its hangar she powers down the reactor and turns off all the lights, just sitting in the cockpit and savors the quiet along with her beloved bears. "You know, mommy will get her butt chewed up out there for what happened. But.. I accept responsibility, none of the blame will fall on you two." With one final sigh she climbs down to inspect the damage and start preparing the repairs, the ground crew knows all to well she loves to help out and in fact she does quite a bit of the regular maintenance herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 03:31:05</strong>
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				Yamina Kazi<br>"Little Bit"<br>Dismounted - near Kuritan refugees<br><br>The <em>Locust </em>was safely tucked away inside the DropShip.&nbsp; Though there were other BattleMechs available in the hangars, Command had not seen fit to bestow one upon her.&nbsp; Well, no matter.&nbsp; The <em>Locust </em>was hers and she was its master.&nbsp; She was neither Dispossessed nor penniless and had both a berth and the promise of a meal.&nbsp; It was far more certainty than many knew these days.<br><br>Yamina had gravitated towards the children.&nbsp; There were shattered vermin suits about, with their much larger than expected dead occupants, but they could not hold her fascination like the children could.&nbsp; Yamina had always loved children, even these rather stoic and shocked Kuritans.&nbsp; Soon she was sitting on the ground amongst them, almost lost due to her size and visible mainly by the white hair.&nbsp; Several anxious mothers and a few reserved fathers hovered nearby.<br><br>"Long ago there lived a sheikh, what you might call a shogun, of the Aneza who was so hospitable that they called him <em>Essaffah</em>, or the Welcomer. One day a stranger raised his tent pole not far from the camp of Essaffah, near enough to become his neighbor. The man was poor, but since it was the sheikh’s custom to provide for all who lived in his vicinity food and drink and clothing from his own stores, the stranger lacked nothing."&nbsp; Yamina was telling a tale to them from her own culture, and going slow enough to allow one of the older children to translate for those who did not speak English.&nbsp; <br><br>"For seven years the two men lived as neighbors, and to mark each year of their friendship the sheikh gave him a present of a pure-blooded mare. Whenever a raid was successful, the sheikh would give the neighbor and his sons a share of the spoils.&nbsp; Under <em>Essaffah</em>’s protection the humble wanderer increased his possessions until he owned three herds of one hundred camels each. He was now a man of wealth..." she trailed off as she looked towards the preparations to climb out of the gravity well back into space were wrapping up.&nbsp; One of the children, a beautiful little bot of perhaps 4 or 5, was sitting in her lap and used his hands to draw Yamina's face back towards him and the other children.<br><br>"Mina-san, what's a camel?" he asked in a high voice.<br><br>Yamina smiled and let it eclipse the concern in her heart that they'd not be able to bring the children to safety.&nbsp; "You know what a horse is, yes?"&nbsp; She whinnied like a mare and the children and her laughed at the silliness of it.&nbsp; "Well a camel is both like a horse and not like a horse."<br><br>"That doesn't make any sense," a girl in the group objected.&nbsp; "How can something be and not be?"<br><br>"It's like Master Chuang Tzu," the oldest boy arrogantly explained.&nbsp; "Reality is nothing more than your perception of reality.&nbsp; What might be to you might not be to someone else."<br><br>Yamina and the small boy in her lap shared a grave look then giggled at the sudden turn their story time had taken.&nbsp; "Mina-san, the camel?" he prompted.<br><br>"The camel," she agreed.&nbsp; "Imagine a horse only much taller and louder and smellier with hair as rough as an outside rug and legs taller than even your father.&nbsp; And we all know fathers are the tallest men in the world."&nbsp; Yamina continued with her tale and the circle of children grew ever tighter around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 15:00:18</strong>
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				Elisa paused a moment before she spoke again. “I’m not going to deny that you Snakes have it bad, and I know what you mean about the horrors that people can go through. I’ve seen the sort of crap that people in the periphery do to each other on a regular basis and the sort of nightmares it can produce. That I’m not arguing with, and I won’t debate that the people produced by those sorts of environments end up as ticking time bombs.”<br><br>“Want I am saying is this.” She continued, a defiant tone in her voice, one of suppressed anger. “Just because she comes from a screwed-up background doesn’t change the fact that Shadowborn is an unreliable, unstable flake who has no place being on the battlefield. She’s a danger not only to herself but to the rest of the unit. We’re just lucky that somebody didn’t end up dead because of her.”<br><br>Her eyes narrowed as she glared at her commander. “With all due respect, sir, I’ve seen what happens when this sort of thing is ignored. My father is in a damn wheelchair and will remain there for the rest of his life because a member of his lance lost it in the middle of a battle, and the doctors said that he was lucky to be alive. I don’t want to see something like that happen to anyone else.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 16:09:45</strong>
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				<strong>Mission Debrief, Bastion Command Dome</strong><br><br>The DropShip thrusted up into the sky, carried by ancient engines which barely contained the raw power of the past. It had served well during many centuries and due to expensive maintenence it didn't show nearly as much age as others of its kind. The Bastion had been paid for out of Kevin Perkins' own pockets, how none could really say. He was of an old noble Terran family, its name was tantamount to riches and power across the core of the Inner Sphere. But none had thought it enough for one of its sons to just up and buy a DropShip with his old military buddy Clive Bones, a distinctly non-noble man who had fought his way up from the gutters. Those jealous of Perkins' success whispered of shady deals and selling out. The truth was rather more simple...<br><br>Walter had gathered all the MechWarriors in the command dome at the top of the ship as soon as they broke through the atmosphere. He had visited the Bastion's doctor and reviewed the gathered combat photage, to the physician's lament. It was hard enough that he had to examine the man without him being distracted. Now he sat at the round tactics panel with the others gathered, Perkins seated to his right and Erich on his left. He was visably in a sour mood. His brow was frowned, eyes narrowed and everytime he spoke his lips curled up in a bit of a snarl. He sat quite until a crew member came over and whispered something between him and Perkins. He gave a nod and then looked up at the gathered.<br><br>"Well, in the words of a very wise man, we screwed that up. Big time. We might have gotten away with minimal damage, but we still took a beating like no other. And I know exactly why that is. Not only did we encounter an enemy we were not familiar with, using tactics and equipment that we have ever seen before. We sabotaged ourselves well before the battle. I put together a battle plan that was meant to keep everyone safe. I put together a plan which presumed that everyone here was a seasoned pilot who could keep their fears and frustrations to themselves. Professionals, comrades, people that I could trust to do their job as ordered and keep their backs clean."<br><br>There was a moment of silence. Anyone who tried to say a word met a pair of eyes that burned with challenge, as if saying 'I dare you'. He broke the silence with a fist slamming into the table as he stood up.<br><br>"Instead I get insubordination, distrust and headless chickens as soon as their commander takes a nap! Had Erich not been there to pick the scraps up, you would have been dead, every single one of you! You don't panic, you adapt! You don't get to try again, because you will be dead! Trust goes both ways and you have failed miserably. You have proven to me that I can't trust you! That I can't turn my back to you without your second-guessing every order I give. Initiative is one thing, blatant disregard of the perimeters set by your commander a whole other! If you can't live with the hierarchy I set out for you, get the hell out of this company! Have I made myself clear?"<br><br>He looked around at the others. It was clear that he didn't want any excuses, no discussions, no nothing, just nods or dismissals. Perkins had his usual smug grin on as he put a hand on Walter's shoulder.<br><br>"Alright, calm down Walt, remember what the doctor said." There was a slight bit of solemn sympathy in his words before he turned back to the others, sleek as ever. "I have reviewed the combat logs as well and as a former military commander and seasoned company official I have to say that you don't cut it as it is now. Clearly I misjudged your enthusiasm for competence and sent you out on a mission far too early. Apparently there has been... opinions within the unit. A lot of finger pointing, assumptions and dirt-flinging. While that is expected in a unit of mixed factions, it's all the shitter in a military endeavor. If someone falters or break down during a mission, the responsibility falls on all parts. From commander down to the individual MechWarrior. It's your obligation to know what to do in such a situation to strengthen that person and get them into acceptable shape again. If you shrug your shoulders and point blame, that will only result in you getting your back torn apart because your lancemates don't trust you enough. With that said..."<br><br>Walter cringed a little as Perkins brought up a fat file and dropped it with a thud on the table. It was surprising how quick the man was to compile several scores of pages for debrief in under an hour.<br><br>"I do have some opinions of my own. Beginning with Graff Gunderson." He flashed a smile at the young warrior and opened the file. "It's my recommendation that you be pulled out of active Lance command and put underneath a seasoned warrior, in this case I reckon Erich should be assigned to put you through some sort of apprenticeship. You tactical knowledge is on edge, but you command skills are lacking, as well as your calm under fire. While I do enjoy Draconis architecture, I enjoy it less when one of our 'Mechs stumble into it to give me a close-up..."<br><br>The older veterans knew this too well. Everyone had tasted the acid bite of Perkins' evaluation at some point or another. It was essentially an initiation ritual of sorts. The almost cyborg-like man next turned his smile to Miyoko.<br><br>"Shadowborn, I frankly have no idea what to tell you. Your break-down on the field as well as your cultural tendencies are worrysome. As of now I pay the bills around here and unless you can pull yourself together and perform on par with the others, I simply won't. As such, I have recommended to Commander Veijer that you be put in a similar apprenticeship underneath a seasoned MechWarrior and he in turn recommended you be put in cohesion with Elisa Moreno. I hope that Elisa with her extensive mercenary background can give you the pointers that you need."<br><br>Next was a bit of a ritual. Perkins turns a page. Perkins sighs and shake his head a bit. Perkins looks up at Maho and smiles disheartening.<br><br>"Here we are again Maho. You have along with Fletcher the most expensive 'Mech to maintain. Other companies would have laughed you off. If you are given an order you are expected to follow it without questioning. And while you are small and adorable, you are just as dead as anyone else if you break off on your own. I have told you time and again, don't go solo and yet here we are again. I'm cutting your salary a third until this issue is dealt with, hear? As for the rest of you, it's about damn time you started behaving like real warriors. Especially since... well, I'll let Walter tackle that with you later. Before I go on to the next subject, do we have any comments or suggestions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 18:48:54</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br><strong>Ranna Krannok<br>Perimeter Watch/ Bastion Command Dome</strong><br><br><br><hr><br>The dullness of perimeter duty was not lost on Ranna as she followed Graff's Marauder around the field by a hundred meters or so.&nbsp; Swapping the heads up display which made up the whole of Harlequin's faceplate from visible light to Ultraviolet she watched as the wash of colors signified heat and cold across the open bowl of the base.&nbsp; Nothing red or orange moved along the cool blues and blacks of the mountain perimeter aside from the other mechs of the recon lance only a few klicks away.&nbsp; Ranna lazily toggled through the companies comm nets listening in on the random speculation regarding their new found enemy.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Alright guys, looks like this is a wrap.&nbsp; Lets head back to the Bastion, it looks like we are getting ready to head out.&nbsp; Little Bit take point, Harlequin watch our six."</em>&nbsp; The call on the Lance net brought Ranna back from her automatic state of tracking nothing in the wilderness.&nbsp; She found herself laughing internally while shaking her head at the call for her to bring up the lance's rear.&nbsp; Realizing that she would be terribly useless at this point if anything came charging out of the brush.&nbsp; The long range PPC's and lasers of the Marauder would have been more useful.&nbsp; <br><br>Happy to be inside the defensive circle of the ever vigilant Bastion's weapon arc, Ranna walked Harlequin up the ramp and slowly backed into her mech bay.&nbsp; The whining power down of the mech's systems and the cool rush of mountain air greeted her happily as she popped the hatch at the back of Harlequin's head.&nbsp; Donning her leather jacket, she walked out onto the shoulder, pulling a BattleRom drive from a compartment at the back of the head before climbing the ladder to the upper catwalks.<br><br>Returning to her quarters, Ranna stripped off her jumpsuit, replacing the tight fitting garment with a pair of baggy green fatigues and a red t-shirt.&nbsp; Throwing the leather jacket back on, she purposefully walked through the corridors to the mess hall to grab some food before their debrief.&nbsp; The shudder of power behind Bastion's rise into space along with Walter's call to the company to meet in the command dome signaled her lunch was over.<br><br>Making her way through the ship as gravity was slowly replaced by weightlessness, Ranna found the command dome and quietly slipped in, finding her usual seat at the edge of the briefing table.&nbsp; She listened quietly as Walter began the debrief, his assessment of their performance biting hard into the pride of all in the room.&nbsp; Ranna kept her face emotionless.&nbsp; She had not seen&nbsp; how the rest of the assault had unfolded, but she knew that her Lance had accomplished it's mission without fail.&nbsp; While Ranna couldn't argue with the strength of the unit and the cohesion of the unit, she didn't believe Walter's assessment that the company's assault had been so bad as to warrant such attacks.<br><br>Finally Perkins stepped up, blunting the fullness of Walter's assault.&nbsp; Ranna found him the most curious of the previous company and likely the most like her, but she continue to keep her face clear of any emotion while she listened intently on his points.&nbsp; She found his points to be much the same as hers regarding Graff, and while she didn't know what happened with Miyoko and Miho further out on the field, she wasn't surprised they had pulled Preston's ire.&nbsp; <br><br>When Perkins asked for questions and comments, Ranna resisted the urge to step forward and offer her thoughts.&nbsp; Too many times in the past her thoughts had been thrown back at her as too radical or not in line with company policy, so she waited to hear the rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 19:41:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Debrief&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>all&nbsp; <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>She spends the time until the debrief tinkering with her mech, she cant do anything major before the liftoff but still she gets a good headstart in realizing where the damage is and what needs to be fixed though she fully expects to be told she is not to pilot a mech again in this outfit. Running a hand through her short hair she just shrugs and heads to her bunk to change clothing as the dropship accelerates out into space and she doesnt want to give the boss another reason to yell at her for being late.<br><br>Miyoko doesnt even bother grabbing any food and just sits down at the very back as is her normal way, trying to make herself seem as small and insignificant as possible hoping that no one will notice her and want to talk. Her face slowly turning red as she gets chewed out but for once she doesn't say a word, just accepts the criticism that is rightfully leveled at her. When she hears who her mentor is to be she just shakes her head, scuttlebutt is already ripe with rumors how Eliza had gone straight to the boss to complain about her. True or not even Miyoko can tell the other woman doesn't like her one bit and she just looks up into the ceiling pondering her alternatives.<br><br>Digging up her pocket computer she starts writing things down as the old boss keeps talking, still listening intently but also not wanting to waste any time in preparing for what is to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 00:21:31</strong>
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				<strong>"Yes sir. I understand, sir. It won't happen again, sir."</strong><br><br>Really, at this point, it was as if Maho's salary was permanently at the 2/3rds mark considering how often she was reprimanded in this way. If Maho wasn't as skilled of a pilot, and didn't lack that xenophobia that kept most Kuritans from working well with mixed groups, she'd probably have been let go by now. Even with the onslaught of elementals her <em>Sling</em> had managed to take mostly superficial damage save for a few spots on the legs. She hadn't been on a mission where she hadn't gotten a reprimand from Perkins. It was . . . difficult for her to hold back, when piloting a speed demon like the <em>Sling</em> and riding alongside slower mechs. <br><br>At the moment though she was more interested in how Walter was doing, and that much was obvious judging by the fact that she was staring at the man as if she was trying to shoot pulse lasers out of her eyes. After all, he was the boss when it came down to the actual work. It helped that being on good terms with him gave her a little bit of satisfaction, from the mental image of her father throwing a fit, and her mother fainting dead away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 00:57:59</strong>
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				"Spread the love a little bit, Perkins. You going to bitch me out too for wasting two full salvos of autocannon ammo on the little runty bastards, knowing I'd only be able to get ten of them if I hit with everything? You've already pointed out how expensive it is to keep Tanya up and out of the hangar, surely you want me saving my shells to spend on the targets I'm meant to be punching out."<br><br>Alroy hadn't expected to be scolded for using his sledgehammers to crack iron eggs, but he understood group dynamics. Graff needed to be hammered. He wasn't sure if Miyoko was going to turn out to be a liability or an asset, though he couldn't be certain if that was his decades of experience or his anti-Kuritan bias reaction talking loudest there. Maho's money was her own problem, though the lack of effect that punishment had borne previously didn't give hope she'd change any soon. But considering the pounding they'd just taken, keeping solidarity was key - he knew Perkins was just being Perkins, so if it felt like he was sandblasting everyone rather than picking on individuals, it'd do less damage to their internal cohesion. Besides, it was his job to take hits for his fellow warriors, even if he was a hundred tons lighter than normal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 01:10:27</strong>
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				Erich's endeavours on-planet appeared to be the only good point in the first few pages of the report, though the veteran mechwarrior knew he was going to catch an earful for getting his 'mech's armour shot up, yet again; Durallex Heavy was an expensive brand, but, when push came to shove, the near-mythical durability of the specially-formulated Armour plates had kept the Brick alive more often than Erich's own impressive gunnery. Looking around at the assembled company, the de-facto Executive Officer stood up, and walked around the table, patting Perkins on the back with one massive hand to show he was going to speak up.<br><br>"Okay, kids. First off, Perkins will dissect all of our performances, so don't feel like you're being singled out. I won't tell you how many times I've gotten into a shouting match with him because I brought the Brick back with only the engine, Gyro, and legs working. Secondly; as you probably already know, at the request of the airfield commander, we have a dozen children scarpering about and making general nuisances of themselves; I don't expect you to like them, but I do expect you to be polite, and at least sound kind to them; they are being taken from their families, at their parent's request, after all. If anyone wants to volunteer to keeping them out of trouble, go ahead and tell me. I'd suggest at least two of you kids, because they're a handful, but they seem to like you, Yamina; I might fob the lot off on you.<br><br>"Thirdly, once maintenance and repairs are complete, I WILL be running each and every one of you through the basic primer of 'How to react to anti-Mech infantry in unfavourable terrain', as written by the Grey Death Legion. Fourthly, yes, we took a prisoner, though she claims to be a 'bondsman'. You will each meet her on occasion, but I want each and every one of you to put aside your knee-jerk reaction of trying to pick a fight with the person that tried to ventilate Walt with a SRM. In part, because she's around Seven and a half feet tall, and solid muscle, and in part because, from my understanding, her claimant of the status of 'bondsman' basically means that she has asked for asylum because we beat her in fair combat already. Which means, like it or not, she's part of the company now."<br><br>"Now, on positive news. Perkins may get to rip you kids apart all he wants, but I did convince him last operation to also point out what you lot did right, or at least, was impressive enough to catch his eye. So, once he's done part one, you get to suffer through being congratulated by him." Flopping back into his seat, he dug in a pocket for a cigar, belatedly remembering that he had, once again, quit smoking, even if he 'slipped up' a few times. "One final thing. I've been fighting for the better part of twenty years, and have seen a lot of crazy shit. What we encountered is so far off the map of crazy shit that it sets a new benchmark; the fact that we got away with Only armour damage and some embarassment is a minor miracle."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 02:07:14</strong>
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				Graff listened to both Walter and Perkins, before the debriefing started Graff had expected to be laid into.&nbsp; He had expected it to be ridiculously brutal, he screwed up and he knew it.&nbsp; In the end though it was no where near as bad as it should have been, panicking after Walter went down and bouncing off the mechbay were both inexcusable.&nbsp; It came to no surprise to him that he was removed as a leader of the scout lance, his Marauder really had no business being in a lance that required quick movement.&nbsp; Then there was the part about being given a mentor/apprenticeship was odd, he didn't know what to make of it or what effect it would have.&nbsp; He was even more surprised when his tactical sense was 'praised', but at this point he was so down on himself by that point that it barely registered on his face.<br><br>Throughout the rest of the briefing Graff just sat there passively throwing out an "Affirmative" or "Yes, Sir" when appropriate.<br><br>Somehow after all the bad Perkins is going to give them some compliments, the only one he could think of is the fact that no one died and we were all able to walk our mechs into Bastion on our own power.&nbsp; Even after all of that there still was maintenance and armor replacement and anti-infantry training.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 03:00:22</strong>
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				Yamina Kazi<br>Aboard DropShip<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7347162#msg7347162">Quote from: Sel Nar on 08-12-2012, 01:10:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Secondly; as you probably already know, at the request of the airfield commander, we have a dozen children scarpering about and making general nuisances of themselves; I don't expect you to like them, but I do expect you to be polite, and at least sound kind to them; they are being taken from their families, at their parent's request, after all. If anyone wants to volunteer to keeping them out of trouble, go ahead and tell me. I'd suggest at least two of you kids, because they're a handful, but they seem to like you, Yamina; I might fob the lot off on you."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yamina smiled, showing some emotion for the first time since the blame spreading had begun.&nbsp; "It is no trouble.&nbsp; I will be pleased to be their shepherd during the trip.&nbsp; They are good, sweet children and are handling the situation very well.&nbsp; May I suggest you assign the enemy captive to work with me and the children?"<br><br>She looked around, noting the expressions that ranged from skepticism to downright anger.&nbsp; "Consider.&nbsp; Children ask questions we do not think of or are conditioned by custom not to ask.&nbsp; They hear much and will repeat it to someone they trust.&nbsp; Likewise, adults forget children are far more clever than they think and talk about more than they should around children, confident they will not be understood.&nbsp; The woman may relax her guard and let slip something she should not.&nbsp; As well, she won't be poking around weaponry or machinery and won't have a chance to get up to mischief in a bid to escape or harm the ship."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 15:49:18</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Returning to <em>The Bastion</em> on the base, then attending the debriefing in the command dome<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone, especially Yamina and the bondswoman<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Alright guys, looks like this is a wrap.&nbsp; Lets head back to the Bastion, it looks like we are getting ready to head out.&nbsp; Little Bit take point, Harlequin watch our six."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I had been using paper towels and handy wipes with one hand, cleaning up the mess from consecutive combat jacks, while piloting the <em>Spider</em> with the other.&nbsp; The 'Mech walked up the ramp into <em>The Bastion</em>, where I parked my mech next to Yamina's <em>Locust</em>.&nbsp; <br><br>I tossed out some clothing onto the deck, the climbed down the rope ladder wearing nothing but the black boxer briefs I had on during the battle.&nbsp; I got dressed in a pair of black utility pants, a black tank top and a pair of black sneakers.&nbsp; <br><br>Much of my chest was bare, revealing the large, Japanese-styled tattoo of a white-chested bear, an ursine species that was covered in black fur except for a chevron of white across its chest and was native to Japan.&nbsp; The white-chested bear was long considered to embody the spirits of the mountains, which was the type of landscape my old Draconis Combine unit specialized fighting in.&nbsp; The tattoo was on my chest, and seemed to be reaching out of my chest with bloody claws and maw.<br><br>On my back was an overhead view of a scorpion, which was the symbol of my old unit.&nbsp; Its claws covered my shoulderblades and its tail went down my spine.&nbsp; It seemed to move naturally when I moved my arms and back.<br><br>What happened at the briefing was actually refreshing in a way.&nbsp; In my old unit, one clique of Mechwarriors would point fingers at another clique of Mechwarriors, both in private and in public.&nbsp; Here, everyone seemed to take the criticism, which made me hold back any thoughts I had about Graff's leadership that could use improvement, as well as the decision to put Graff and his <em>Marauder</em> in charge of a recon lance in the first place.<br><br>After the military stuff was done, I offered up my footage as well as time to come up with tactics that were anti-infantry, and specifically anti-Elemental.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It is no trouble.&nbsp; I will be pleased to be their shepherd during the trip.&nbsp; They are good, sweet children and are handling the situation very well.&nbsp; May I suggest you assign the enemy captive to work with me and the children?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yamina went on to explain why.&nbsp; I agreed with some of her points, but I wasn't sure that was the best move also.<br><br><strong>"I would like to help out with the children.&nbsp; As a former member of the Draconis Combine, I can help Yamina understand better the education that they have gone through.&nbsp; I would also like to speak with this... bondswoman.&nbsp; Perhaps get a better understanding of her in a non-threatening way."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 18:36:54</strong>
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				Walter's mood didn't improve any more over the course of the debrief. He soured significantly as Erich tried to smooth over the whole thing, flinching visibly as he mentioned his SRM-perforation. There was a high pitched ringing tone in his head, coming and going. His ears ached and he could feel a slight nausea coming on. He stood up with a heavy sigh.<br><br>"I don't feel too good, Perkins. Finish this one for me..."<br><br>He turned and left the table, one hand pressed against his temple. Perkins watched him the entire way out, one hand clasped on the back of his seat, his whole body ready to spring out of the chair. As the defeated man exited the room he turned back to the others, his smile rather weaker than before.<br><br>"Uhm, yes. Good things. Frankly I'm not sure what to say here. There was so much that went wrong that it kind of eclipsed all else. I have yet to compile and... I'm a bit tired. There has been a lot going on and Walter... let's just conclude this debreif for now. I need to arrange for our departure&nbsp; and plotting our course, just enjoy your free time for now, ok?"<br><br>He gathered the reports back to the file and stood up, a bit of a frown on his face as he stood up and left the table, waltzing over to the command crew on the other side of the dome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 19:08:51</strong>
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				After Perkins finished his debriefing Graff didn't feel like sticking around, he unbuckled himself from his chair and pushed off towards the door out.&nbsp; Mostly floating he worked his way towards the mechbay, as much as he'd like to just sleep after this day but he'd better fix the armor scoring just in case something happened on the way to where ever they are heading.&nbsp; Once he reached his mech he pulled on his jumpsuit only zipping it up half way.&nbsp; <br><br>Floating around to the back of his Marauder he saw exactly what Ranna had mentioned over the coms, the Elementals really did a number on it.&nbsp; Most of the armor on his right flank was gone with his left and center torso's still had some protection but if those Elementals had anything more powerful than their small lasers and SRM two pack he might not have been able to make it back to his dropship at all.&nbsp; Moving back towards his cockpit he opens up his storage compartment to get his tools so he can begin to remove the remaining armor panels on the back and the few damaged ones on his extremities.&nbsp; It shouldn't be more than two or three hours till it's up and ready.&nbsp; <br><br>The Jumpship alone is probably a day or two out at full burn, provided no complications arise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 19:21:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Debrief&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>all&nbsp; <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>As Walter staggers out of the room suddenly she frowns in worry, her every muscle wanting to run after him to make sure he is right but she doesn't want him to lose anymore face then he already has by leaving so suddenly. Things had quickly gone from bad to nightmarish around here and frankly she wasn't looking forward to the next few days at all. She tucks the computer back into her pocket and waits for her new mentor to assign her a task. Worry written clear on her face as she keeps looking over at where Walter vanished and she sighs out loudly.<br><br>"What a disaster" she mumbles softly to herself and runs a half through the short cropped hair for the umpteenth time, her tummy is growling angrily as she does but frankly she doubts any food would stay down when she is this miserable and worried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 14:24:41</strong>
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				Elisa calmly and stoically accepted the bollocking that she and the rest of the unit were getting from Walter. She knew that while yes, they had been placed in an unexpected situation and had been facing off against an unknown enemy with unprecedented capabilities (Infantry Armour that could take a PPC hit and have the trooper inside survive? It was insane just to consider), their reactions had been amateurish, more like screaming children then trained soldiers. And while some had performed particularly poorly, the truth was that everyone had screwed up to some degree.<br><br>However, it was the second point that was directed specifically at her that stung the most, the one that was on her mind as she left. <em>Walt did this on purpose.</em> she told herself as she talked off, doing her best to contain her anger. <em>This was punishment for what I said, for pointing out Shadowborn’s failings. I have to work with that little idiot now and make sure that she can be dragged up to scratch. And if anything happens to her, if the moron gets herself killed, it’ll come back on me</em>. It angered her to think about the reasoning behind the decision, as it seemed very much a case of making her pay for her assessment.<br><br>Sighing to herself, she headed down to the Mechbay, looking over her <em>Black Knight</em> and inspecting the machine for damage. Mercifully, it had escaped with only depleted armour, but what amazed her was just how much damage the ‘elementals’ had done to it, and how close they could have come. <em>If those things had been able to latch on to me…</em><br><br>Elisa shook it off, glancing around the bay and catching sight of Graff floating around his <em>Maruader</em>.&nbsp; Pushing off from her own ‘Mech, she headed over to the other MechWarrior as he studied his machine. “Hey there.” She began, her voice noticeably weary. “How’s it going there?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 15:48:22</strong>
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				Graff didn't hear Elisa come in to check out her Black Knight, being in between his cockpit and rear of his Marauder.&nbsp; It wasn't till she floated over and began talking that he realized he wasn't alone (or along-ish, with their extra passengers and the Bastion's regular crew there is probably no place that one can be truly alone anymore).&nbsp; Elisa looked like Graff felt, although Graff looked it as well...defeated and tired, and they've only been up for about a half a day. <br><br>"Oh, uh not well.&nbsp; It looks like I barely made it out of there in one piece."&nbsp; Graff responds poking his head out from the back of his Marauder, having just released an what's left of an armor plate from the rear of his center torso.&nbsp; With a grunt he sends the armor chunk floating towards a scrap pile, it's slow decent should cause it to bounce off the pile but lose most of it's momentum and float close to it.&nbsp; "I lost most of my armor on the rear of my mech when I...um, panicked."&nbsp; Graff finishes looking down breaking any chance of eye contact.&nbsp; It's pretty clear that Graff is taking he brow beating he got from Walter and Perkins pretty hard, who knows if it will do him any good in the end.<br><br>"How did your Black Knight fair?"&nbsp; Graff asks, looking back up at Elisa as her red hair floats out from her head in random waves.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 16:06:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>After Debrief&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>all&nbsp; <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>Miyoko watches Elisa just saunter out without a word as she stands waiting to talk to her mentor and the rejection really stings. With depression clearly written on her face she heads back to her mech with heavy steps, she sees Elisa and Gratt stand there talking and she just climbs into her mech and closes the hatch after herself. Looking at both bears she curls up in her command chair and actually feels tears starting to fall down her face.<br><br>"Guess we really messed up now guys." she sighs and pulls her datapad out again and puts up a new entry and starts writing to a letter to Walter explaining her coming actions to him. "What you say guys? Nothing? Yeah, thats pretty much what we are now isnt it? Ah well.. no big surprise there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 14:07:18</strong>
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				“I did okay, yeah.” Elisa admitted, hovering around Graf as she looked over his ‘Mech. “About the same state as you, really. More memories then armour and shocked by how much those things stung. I don’t mind saying that they came worryingly close on a couple of occasions.”<br><br>She sighed a moment, floating over to make eye contact with him again. “Look, I don’t blame you for what you did. That was your first real battle and you were up against an opponent that nobody could have prepared you for. I mean, well, we all screwed up, let’s be fair, though I think that the boss was a lot harsher on us then he needed to be. I mean, it’s not like you wigged out or did anything that was going to get you killed or the like. I mean… yeah.”<br><br>Eliza managed a smile. “Look, Graff, if there’s anything I can do for you, please let me know. Hell, if I can help you out with the ‘Mech or the like, then that’s a good start.” She was trying to be friendly now, something she’d realized that she wasn’t terribly good at.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 20:54:16</strong>
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				Graff was surprised to hear that Elisa was hit as bad as he was, but really it it wasn't all on his Marauder's back he it wouldn't have been that critical.&nbsp; He held eye contact with his fellow lancemate until she mentioned 'not wigging out', if she didn't see the gun footage from his Marauder he might have missed the fact that he ran from those mini-mechs.&nbsp; But the rest of what she said did help, "Yeah I guess it was a situation that no one could have predicted.&nbsp; But...uh...yeah..."<br><br>Graff returns her smile and offer to help, "Sure, grab a wrench and help remove some of these panels."&nbsp; When she comes by to help and begins to look at his Marauder she can see that this was a well used Marauder before it fell into Graff's hands.&nbsp; The only part that might be stock on it is probably the faux leather covering the well worn padding in his chair.&nbsp; Fortunately all that would need to be done other than armor replacement is some wires could used another coating of electrical tape.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 21:54:38</strong>
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				"Thank you for offering to help," Yamina told Hiro as they made their way to where the children were birthed.&nbsp; "There are nuances of your culture that are more subtle than most to navigate. And responses to mistakes less obvious as well, Hiro."&nbsp; Once they were far enough away from the briefing and the others, Yamina stopped him with a hand on his chest, looked up and down the corridor, then spoke very quietly, he face mere inches from his own.&nbsp; Anyone coming around to spy them would believe they'd stumbled on something intimate.<br><br>"We did not deserve that," she said, eyes looking at Hiro's.&nbsp; "There were mistakes, yes, but not so great as is being made out.&nbsp; From us, there were none save perhaps the matter of my gunnery.&nbsp; You remained cool and stuck with the plan, venting your spleen upon the enemy at the proper moment in the proper manner.&nbsp; And yet we are marked along with those who did not do their duties."&nbsp; That word was deliberately chosen, emphasized, to play into Hiro's cultural background.<br><br>"We have a failure of leadership, Hiro.&nbsp; It should not be allowed to continue."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 22:20:33</strong>
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				The small brig of the Bastion was meant to hold rowdy crew members until they sobered up or decided to appologise to one another. It was certainly not built to hold the seemingly superhuman clanner. Even so she reclined on the bunk as Walter entered. He had insisted on keeping her as a prisoner for now, with two armed guards at all times. He waved the guards away, who at first seemed unsure as to leave him alone with the Clanner but were ultimately chased away by a scowl from the MechWarrior. Cera sat up from the bunk and looked over at Walter with a grin on her face.<br><br>"Greetings, Bondholder. What brings you to my humble abode?"<br><br>Walter felt another sting go through his head, but he held his compossure.<br><br>"You meant to do this, didn't you? To take away what I hold dearest..."<br><br>The woman raised a brow before her grin disappeared, replaced by a confused slack jaw.<br><br>"I meant to kill you, if that is what you mean..."<br><br>"No, not that. You took it away from me."<br><br>Her face was further contorted in confusion. "You might want to explain this to me, it seems there is some sort of cultural confusion going on here."<br><br>"Very well. Listen closely..."<br><br><hr><br>Perkins stood at the navigator's control panel as Erich approached. He had asked for the massive MechWarrior to come. There were some issues that needed straighting out and since Walter was out of it, Erich was the closest he came to the rest of the caste. He turned slowly and smiled, his one hand on the navigator's shoulder and the other hoding a hand computer which screen was filled with notes.<br><br>"Erich Oststein. How nice to see you. I can't remember the last time we had a little heart to heart..."<br><br>He let go of the navigator and tried to think of something smart to say. But words failed him for once. Erich wasn't very fond of him to begin with, so perhaps it was better to hold one's mouth for once. He motioned over to another table, some part away from the crew.<br><br>"Sorry that I abruptly ended the debrief without praising your little friends. As I said, some things have eclipsed my usually sharp sense of compilation and back-patting. I have some important things to inform and ask you about. Foremost the situation with Walter..."<br><br>He sat down at the table and pressed a button, a coffee machine rising up from the table. It roared for a moment and the smell of freshly grounded beans filled the space around the table.<br><br>"As you most certainly know, he took a rather full beating this morning. The doc was frankly surprised he was even alive. Unfortunately the incident has had a rather unfortunate side effect. The explosion resulting from the SRMs within the cockpit ripped the connector to Walter's neuro-helmet which resulted in an energy backlash. He complained about ghost images and the doc tried to hook him up to the simulator, which caused him severe pain and not even a register in the hardware. To put it bluntly..."<br><br><hr><br>"You were severed?"<br><br>Walter raised a brow at the woman. She said it as if it was a disease. "Severed?"<br><br>"Yeah, that's what we call it. Pretty much one in a million. Not something that we aim to do, in other words. I'm sorry for your loss, Commander."<br><br>He had nothing to say to that. Sorry for your loss. It summed it up pretty well. What life would he live without piloting. 'You can command just as well, Walter, from behind the comms.' Perkins said. 'Who knows, it might blow over...'<br><br>"Does it ever come back?"<br><br>She sat down again and put her hands behind her neck with a heavy sigh.<br><br>"Not that I know of. Most end up solahma, too old. Not the most worthy of fates. Perhaps you do it differently in the Inner Sphere."<br><br>Walter turned around and walked away. He had seen enough commanders being shoved behind desks, crippled and defeated, stacked away out of sight, out of mind. The other wouldn't want to be commanded from behind a desk. They needed to be lead from the front. '<em>Like a piece of spaghetti!</em>' as Bones would have said it. '<em>A military unit can only be lead from the front!</em>' The guards returned to their posts as he passed them.<br><br><hr><br>"So you understand why he was so... sour. While I wouldn't want to shove Walter to the side..." Perkins pushed the filled cup over to Erich before taking his own between his cybernetic hands. "...as Old Bones always said, a military unit and a noodle can only be lead from the front. And now with the coming expansion of the company, we need frontline commanders. Especially if these Ghost Bears can actually invade the Inner Sphere. We'll be up over our necks in contracts. While I do believe Walter has the head to pilot the company from above, I need someone who can do so at the front as well."<br><br>He sipped his coffee and put the cup down again. He tapped the screen of the hand-comp and pushed it over to Erich.<br><br>"I have saved a lot of assets coming from private enterprises not tied to the company. I have sacrificed a lot to take this venture to its current point and if it falls apart because Walter just seeded a whole lot of bullshit in our ranks, I shall hold you all accountable. I have too much invested to have all of you fuck it up because you can't keep your differences apart. Look at that screen and tell me this, Erich: am I wrong?"<br><br>The screen displayed among other things a picture of a JumpShip, a roster of names, some sketches of an insignia of a skull and cross-bones chewing a cigar with the words "Ol' Guts'n'Bones" on a banner around it. Underneath it all was numbers. Financial numbers so vast and expqanding that it seemed impossible so much money could every be flaunted. Yet there it was, listings in the hundred-billions of C-bills. Perkins smiled, that smug smile which was filled with so much over-confidence that it was sickening.<br><br>"Am I wrong, Erich? Have I not invested so much money on this that I would be ready to kill every single one of you to save this company? I would be sad to do so, however. I'd rather have someone who can take command and unify this unit, make it stronger than ever."<br><br>He sipped his coffee, eyeing the huge man over the edge of the cup. There was a brutal honesty in his eyes.<br><br>"Don't you agree?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 04:19:08</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; In the hallway of <em>The Bastion</em> <br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br>I tilted my head to the side, providing a better angle for a kiss, but more in suggestion or foreshadowing than offering or initiating.&nbsp; I looked deeply into her eyes.<br><br><strong>"I am just happy to be alive, Yamina.&nbsp; Alive, in one piece, paid, employed... together."</strong><br><br>He smiled at that last part, leaned back, looked up and down the hallway, then looked back at her.<br><br><strong>"But I don't disagree with you.&nbsp; They were not specific about any wrong action or lack of action either of us have taken.&nbsp; Graff and Miyoko have been addressed, and Elisa seems to be at least part of the solution for both of them.&nbsp; With time they may prove capable comrades in arms.&nbsp; But they will not be part of the recon lance, presumably.<br><br>"Furthermore, it appears that Walter may be out of action, and Erich is the likely new company commander.&nbsp; Graff will be under Erich's guidance.&nbsp; Miyoko will be under Elisa's guidance.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know about the assault and command lances, but recon lance will have you, me and Ranna.&nbsp; Maybe we pick up Maho for another speedy mech.&nbsp; <br><br>"As for who's going to lead it..."</strong><br><br>I raised my eyebrows at her, a silent suggestion that she could take the position.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 14:50:20</strong>
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				Elisa went to work, helping Graff with repairing the battered <em>Marauder</em>, breaking down the damaged panels and removing them from the insectoid machine. The damage didn’t seem too bad, but she knew from experience to never make assumptions in a situation like this. “One thing I have to say.” She spoke up as she pushed close to him again, tools in hand. “For what its worth, it wasn’t a complete disaster. We all got out alive.”<br><br>“So how’s this for a deal?” She continued, trying to sound upbeat. “After we’re done here, let’s you and I get a drink and a bite to eat? I certainly could use… well, anything after all that crap.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 00:11:02</strong>
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				From the rear of his mech Graff didn't notice Miyoko come into the mechbay at all, which is not surprising as he didn't notice Elisa until she started talking to him.<br><br>Graff was working his wrench on an armor panel as Elisa pushed against him to get another bolt, together they ratcheted themselves closer into each other as they worked to remove bolts thanks to the reduced gravity.&nbsp; If it wasn't for last night's conversation Graff would have been completely surprised as to how soft her toned body can be.<br><br>The mention of food gives Elisa all the answer she would need as his stomach produces a low growl, "Um, sure that sounds good.&nbsp; I can give you a hand on repairing the armor on your Black Knight later, if you would like."&nbsp; Graff smiles back as he frees another bolt.&nbsp; It floats in a pile with others that he has pulled off, they'd stay in the tight cluster unless the Bastion changes it's relative speed.&nbsp; Graff along is hoping that they can bet most of the work done under neutral gravity, any wrench monkey will tell you that repairing a mech under 1G is difficult but repairing it under more than standard is almost pointless.<br><br>Still with the two of them working on his Marauder it shouldn't take that long at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 03:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7362820#msg7362820">Quote from: vin26m on 11-12-2012, 04:19:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"As for who's going to lead it..."</strong><br><br>I raised my eyebrows at her, a silent suggestion that she could take the position.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Insha'Allah," Yamina immediately replied.&nbsp; "God willing," she translated, making it neither clear nor unclear whether that meant she sought the position or would take it if offered.&nbsp; "Yet just as I counseled you before the attack, so I must heed my own words and remain collected in the face of the challenge.&nbsp; Emotions are very high right now, even for the most detached of us, and more strife will not help."&nbsp; Yamina paused and rested both hands on Hiro's chest, right over his heart.<br><br>"Hiro," she began, "will you lie with me tonight, after duty is taken care of?"&nbsp; Her tone suggested that what had transpired before the field of battle was something entirely different from what she proposed for later.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 05:13:47</strong>
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				Erich Listened to Perkins' commentary stoically; the veteran had seen far too meny Mechwarriors laid out from Neurofeedback, though Walter's case was rare; normally feedback powerful enough to prevent someone from Using a 'Mech, for days, weeks, months, or permanently, was only caused by ammunition explosions, as the effects of a ton or more of ammunition venting through the back and 'spine' of a 'mech was traumatic enough, combined with the electron feedback welding the neurohelmet's contact points to skin.<br><br>Slowly, like a turret tracking its target, his eyes swiveled from the Datapad to Perkins' face after he had spoken his peace. "So, let me get this straight. You want me to pick up the pieces and whip the lot into shape, so long as Walt is stuck with the 'fun' of being involuntarily disposessed, with the other option being to space the lot of us from the crew deck on down, and start fresh."<br><br>Placing the datapad aside, he rubbed the bridge of his nose slowly. "If this isn't run by Walt, it's mutiny, and we both know it; I don't care if you're the financier and owner of this beat-up old Union, but, like any house military, if we start breaking the rules willy-nilly, everything will go to crap in short order. The fact that we have two 'warriors practically slavishly devoted to Walt doesn't help much; try to force him to step down, and they'll probably do their best to go Drac on you with sharpened fingernails or some crazy shit. Do we know if it's permanent, or did he get lucky? Because, either way, we could stuff him into a Savannah Master and see how he likes zipping around in something that goes Two-twenty, and has a big enough laser to be a threat."<br><br>Erich leaned forwards slightly, deliberately getting into Perkins' personal space, knowing that the dropship captain was, at some level, scared of the Mechwarrior. "If Walt agrees to step aside, I have the experience, and rank from the LCAF to command a Battalion. I prefer smaller commands, considering how long I've babysat every new 'warrior that comes through here. If he refuses, then we get to argue into the night about what should be done, and how, but there will not be any deaths on this ship if I have anything to say about it. Are we clear?"<br><br>Getting up, he glowered at Perkins. "Far as I care, this is something you need to talk with Walt about before it goes any further. Until then, nobody else will know about this." Turning, he left the dropship's bridge, heading for the 'mech bay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 00:32:46</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; In the hallway of <em>The Bastion</em> <br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hiro, will you lie with me tonight, after duty is taken care of?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"I have to warn you, though, if I lie with you tonight, I will feel it is my duty to take care of you."</strong><br><br>First it was just one of Yamina's hands that was on my chest, then both of them were.&nbsp; Her touch made me flex my chest muscles reflexively, and I felt her fingertips on my exposed skin just above the collar of my black tank top.<br><br>My hands found her hips, and I closed the distance between us, having her backpedal until I was pushing her up against a wall.&nbsp; My lips were just inches from hers, and I had them slowly graze her cheek.<br><br>I pressed my nose against her soft, white hair and inhaled, pulling in her scent.&nbsp; My mouth traced her jawline to her chin and then the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; As I nudged the side of her nose with the side of mine.&nbsp; I licked my lips when they passed over her mouth, but I pulled back before any proper kiss could be exchanged.<br><br><strong>"We better... go somewhere else... and... take care of... something."</strong><br><br>I reached around her hips to her lower back, then moved them down the curve of her ass to pull her away from the wall.&nbsp; I gave her butt a squeeze as we turned to the same direction down the corridor.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 01:01:21</strong>
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				The work on the <em>Marauder</em> was tiring, but at the same time it felt strangely good; Elisa was getting the chance to do something useful and take her mind off the disaster that had been the mission and its aftermath, as well as all the crap they’d had flung at them in the debrief and the like. Make yourself feel useful and it’s amazing how many problems feel diminished or go altogether, ant that was the mindset that Elisa was working on right now. For her part, Elisa was tired and a bit sweaty from the work, but at the same time feeling a lot better then the funk she’d been in earlier.<br><br>They hadn’t really talked much during the work beyond simple passing of directions, but it’d been enough to get things done and make the repairs that much easier. “That looks to be something that resembles done.” Elisa commented as she turned to look at the ‘Mech, smiling back at Graf. “So, want to grab that bite now? Personally, I think I could murder a drink as well.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 01:15:20</strong>
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				Something that resembles done...that's pretty much been the story of Graff's 3rd or 4th hand Marauder but Graff nodded in agreement.&nbsp; Elisa helping him did a lot of good, it kept him form getting lost in his own head and just making him feel worse as time goes on.&nbsp; He was just as sweaty, dirty and tired as Elisa is, but he had the added benefit of having to lose his jumpsuit thanks to a small electrical fire that popped up thanks to the every fraying wires.&nbsp; So he did most of his work in the tank top and shorts he wears when piloting his mech into battle.&nbsp; Applying another layer of electrical tape solved that problem, well solved might not be the best way to put it, more like masking it for another day.<br><br>"Yup, thanks Elisa.&nbsp; I could definitely hit the mess as well, as for a drink perhaps after I get something in my stomach."&nbsp; Graff looks down briefly as he admits, "I'm a bit of the lightweight, so booze on an empty stomach is not a good thing.&nbsp; You'll be carrying me to my bunk without it."&nbsp; He chuckled at that and went to push himself towards the door so they can get to the mess hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 02:46:03</strong>
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				She’d been so absorbed in working on the <em>Marauder</em> that Elisa hadn’t even noticed Graff’s stripping down to his tank top and shorts. She also didn’t mind at all, even if she was too polite to comment at how he looked with the material clinging to his rim build. Her own hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail in an effort to keep it under control which had only been partially successful, the result alternating between loose strands plastered down by sweat and a scruffy mass coming out the back.<br><br>Elisa pushed off after Graff, headed to the mess hall with him to cool down and relax. Truth was that she was starving after the nightmare that the op had become, and wanted to get something – anything – into her badly. “Tell you what.” She added as the pair of them floated in. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll be happy to carry you back. Right now, I think we all need all the help we can get.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 04:54:33</strong>
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				"You're on, I'll grab some grub you get the drinks?"&nbsp; Graff agreed and went to grab some of the rations packs.&nbsp; Grabbing a tray he fished out a beef stroganoff, mac and cheese, and some chicken thing to which Graff just shrugs at.&nbsp; Two hot water bottles later he floats back to a table to wait for Elisa to grab some drinks.<br><br>Once she sits Graff offers up first pick, "Ok so I've got some Mac and Cheese thing, a beef and noodle dish, and I think this symbol is chicken but I don't know what the rest mean."&nbsp; The MRE packs are the familiar brown with symbols that denote what dehydrated "food" is contained within, this is mostly so the company can sell throughout the entire Inner Sphere.&nbsp; Without his jumpsuit the cool air sends shivers up and down his body as the sweat evaporates off his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 13:19:01</strong>
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				Elisa floated over to the mess, checking out the selection before her. Right now, she wanted a decent drink and wasn’t afraid to shill out a little to get it, especially if it allowed her to take her mind off of the current crap. Something caught her eye, Elisa grabbing a pair of sealed bottles before floating back to Graff’s table.<br><br>“That looks good.” She joked as she looked over the MRE packets, knowing full well what they likely contained and how their content really tasted. “I lived off these things for a long time when I was with the Cavaliers. Some days, cash was so tight that we were using these as daily meals just as a way of saving a few c-bills and keeping the unit in motion. Those were fun times.”<br><br>Elisa handed Graff a bottle. “I hope this will make up for it.” She began. “Sytris Dark, a brew I found while working a contract in the Cappellan March.” She wasn’t about to day that she was working for the Taurians and that the beer had been a part of the meager haul they’d made off with. “I must admit, I found that I like it a lot, though it goes best with a lime wedge inside. Of course, zero g so no opening the bottle…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 16:16:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>all&nbsp; <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>As Elisa and Graff left the mechbay Miyoko opens up the hatch to her mech again to get some fresh air inside, or as fresh as it gets around here. She pulls her datapad out of the thigh pocket and opens up a letter.<br><br><em>It has become quite clear that there is a major breakdown happening with this unit, we had our first victory. Yes it wasn't pretty, there where errors (me being the biggest I will willingly grant that) but now we should all have been in the mess hall celebrating. Bonding and coming together as a unit. Instead the atmosphere is more like we lost half the unit and it is doom and gloom among all even those that didn't get yelled at. There is infighting among the pilots, with finger pointing and growing dislike. A unit cannot operate like this, a unit should be able to trust each other to watch their backs, to know that their comrades are there. What little unity existed before the mission is now truly gone and is fragmenting into little sub groups. And the current leadership seems all to eager to just yell and point blame at others then actually stepping up to a leadership position and doing something about the problem and if there hasnt already been talk of mutiny I would be surprised to be honest. Am I myself blameless in all of this? No of course not, and I never claimed I was. I know I am not very well liked in the current leadership and if it will help to remove some source of anger I will request to be removed from the unit and put on the ground crew with reduced pay until such time that my contract can be cancelled and i can disembark.</em><br><br>With a few more entries she sends the letter off to Walter and Erik, the two people she actually trusts in the entire command structure and then climbs down to start working on the slagged heat sinks her anger boiling inside of her so furiously that she doesnt even notice when one of the sharp edges of a heat sink cuts into her arm sending drops of blood to slowly float around the mechbay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 18:25:02</strong>
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				Erich tromped into the 'mechbay from one of the service lifts that ringed the large open area inside the dropship's lower hull, reading Miyoko's 'message that had been sent to his personal datapad. Seeing the source of the letter working on her 55-ton 'Mech, he silently thanked the magnetic-soled boots he was wearing, allowing his footsteps to have the loud echoing thumps of impending doom that his size only helped to propagate. "Miyoko. Come on down here."<br><br>Looking over the petite Kuritan's 'mech, he examined the battle damage closely; somehow, the young woman had overloaded her 'mech's heatsinks, as the only other damage hadn't even penetrated the armour plate covering the 'mech's body. Once Miyoko had clambered down to Erich's level, he looked her over. "I'm going to be extremely, brutally honest, Miyoko. There is a change in the unit, and it may or may not be for the better; at the moment, everyone is working off stress. If that means splitting up into teams and sneaking off to fuck one another blind, I'm not going to argue with that. But, that discussion can be held at another time."<br><br>Looking up at her Shadow Hawk, he rubbed the bridge of his nose slightly, wondering how the damage caused doesn't match up with the impact points he could see. "So, on a related matter, how the hell did you manage to blow half your 'mech's heat sinks, when they're designed to radiate heat, and are armoured enough to ensure they keep working until they take a direct hit from a large-bore weapon? Secondly, in case you forgot, your 'mech's outfitted for Long-range work; think like a sniper, not an in-fighter. If you need to consider getting into close range, we'll have to yank three 'sinks and reinstall the medium laser and SRM-2 rack."<br><br>Unzipping his heavy jacket, he peeled the ballistic cloth off, revealing that he wore a dark grey T-shirt underneath, the seams looking like they were straining vaintly to prevent ripping around his biceps. "Look, kid. we can have a heart-to-heart about what went right and what went wrong after we fix your 'mech, but, for now, you're going to have to put the emotional part out of your head, bandage that cut on your arm, or have the doc look you over, and get cracking on fixing your 'mech. Once everything is back up and working properly, then the company is going to have a heart-to-heart."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 21:09:14</strong>
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				Lt Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Heading to Crew Quarters/ Talking to Lilly<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><br><hr><br>Ranna waited for Perkins to leave the briefing room before she stood.&nbsp; She could feel the mood in the room slip down quite a bit since they came in.&nbsp; It wasn't to surprising, considering how Walter and Perkins had blasted almost everyone for their action during the raid.&nbsp; Ranna thought berating the company like that served very little other than to demoralize a group of people who still haven't come together as a combat unit.&nbsp; Ranna had seen these issues in the Dragoons, and Lance's that didn't get a chance to come together typically ended up dead on the field.&nbsp; The fact that the unit had returned with little to no losses made Ranna question just how 'unsuccessful' the mission was.<br><br>Her pensive smile changed little while she slipped out into the corridor with everyone else.&nbsp; She started heading back towards the crew quarters as others turned towards the corridor that lead to the mech bay or the galley.&nbsp; She noticed Lilly heading the same way.&nbsp; Walking up beside the tall girl with strawberry blonde hair, she smile a little more mischievously "Well, I really needed a shower after our long day.&nbsp; But after that debriefing I feel a whole lot more dirty than I did.&nbsp; Did I miss something in the field?"&nbsp; She shook her head as she continue walking with Lilly, looking over to her trying to gauge her mood.&nbsp; "I always considered a unit coming home with salvage, a met mission objective and less than ten percent casualties to be a successful mission."&nbsp; She laughed a bit out loud as she said it.&nbsp; "I guess the standards are different in this unit.&nbsp; What do you think?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 22:16:29</strong>
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				At some point, the debriefing had started to feel like Walter and Perkins beating a dead horse, but it didn't seem like speaking up and voicing a different opinion than theirs would do anyone much good. It wasn't necessarily easy to take without saying a word, but Lilly didn't think that arguing with them right at that moment would do anyone any good, so she simply reminded herself that it was a merc unit and that she knew going in that she wasn't going to be coddled, nor did she want to be. After all, Walter was probably more upset with himself and with the general situation than with any of the other Mechwarriors in particular after having gotten taken out during the mission, so the need to vent was understandable, even if she didn't fully agree with his way of going about it. Perkins was just...Perkins. As long as he covered the repairs on her machine and signed her paychecks, he could say whatever the hell he wanted. <br><br>Lilly would have felt much worse if it was the men and women fighting alongside of her that she'd disappointed, and as far as that was concerned she felt like she'd done adequately enough given the circumstances, as had most people. Despite the chaos when the Clan Ghost Bear power armor suits were swarming around the company, she never felt as if her lancemates didn't have her back, and now that she'd had plenty of time to calm down and reflect, even Miyoko's stunt was well-intentioned, albeit still crazy.<br><br>Apparently, Ranna had a similar opinion about the whole thing, which she shared with Lilly when they happened to meet up on the way back to the crew quarters. "Hmm. That's a very...analytical way of seeing it," she replied with a small sideways smile, finding it a bit amusing that the threshold for success was an arbitrary ten percent in some other unit. She got the redhead's overall point, though, and agreed that they hadn't done as poorly as the leadership had made it seem.&nbsp; "Anyways, don't worry about it, their barks are worse than their bites." She shrugged her shoulders and eyebrows simultaneously. Lilly could have said more about it, and she was sure than Ranna could too, but bitching about the debriefing to each other didn't seem like a very productive or fun thing to do, and there was already way too much doubting of the leadership going around through the company without them adding fuel to the fire.<br><br>By then, the two of them had already made it to the shower entrance, and the rest just seemed inevitable. Answering what she believed to be a subtle invitation on Ranna's part when she'd mentioned feeling dirty in considerably more overt fashion, Lilly pulled her top right off over her head and gave the other woman a brief, mischievous glance before stepping inside. They were due for some fun after the day that they'd had.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 23:20:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>Erich <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>She quickly climbs down and snaps off a salute to listen to what he has to say, when he mentions what people might slink away to do she blushes furiously and looks away uncomfortably. "As for the heat sinks Sir, they got slagged when the little buggers where swarming on me and I had to use the jump jets to try and dislodge them Sir. And Walter did order me to check one of the hangars then then I was ordered to check on Walter when he was downed, so yes I know my mech is set up for long range combat but the mission parameters and mission orders put me in close Sir. So it wasn't by choice that my baby had to be in close Sir." the resentment clear in her voice before she can swallow it down, but she manages to at least bite back the worst of her frustration at having been ordered in close in a long range mech and then being criticized for being in close in a long range mech.<br><br>She looks down at the arm with a detached shrug at the wound and turns to walk over to her first aid kit and wraps a bandage around it roughly, not caring really if it leaves a scar. Her eyes doing everything they can not to look at him as he takes off the jacket and she points up with a spanner. "I got most of the work done, should be done before midnight easily Sir." She takes his statement as a dismissal and grabs her tools again and climbs up along the webbing on the back of the mech to pry out the stubborn heatsink with little curses about the ancestry of the ones who made the design.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 00:08:41</strong>
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				Graff accepted the bottle and hands over a plastic hot water bottle in return, Graff took one of the other packets and opened his MRE before squirting some of the hot water in to the packet to 'cook' it.&nbsp; He's familiar with the packets and how to cook it.&nbsp; The bottle of beer though posses a different problem, he's spent some time in Zero or near zero gravity but he's never tried to open a bottle of beer before.&nbsp; "Is that how the spoils of war works then?"&nbsp; Graff asks, the whole Mercenary thing is still new to him, then looks at his beer and gazes back into Elisa's eyes.&nbsp; "So...uh...how do you open it?"&nbsp; <br><br>The spoon goes into the package to stir the...uh chicken, supposedly, turning it into what ever meal it is suppose to be.&nbsp; The steam wafs up from the package foretell it's heat, Graff didn't seem to be paying attention with Elisa there and lifts a spoonful into his mouth.&nbsp; The face he made instantly gives away how hot it is, eyes go wide and his mouth hangs half open to suck in air.&nbsp; "Hoo...t..."&nbsp; But he chokes it down eventually.&nbsp; "It's still a little hot I guess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 03:38:27</strong>
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				“There’s a secret to these things.” She replied with a smile, looking back at Graff. “See, they’re designed for use in zero-g, which means that you can’t have liquids slopping around. But at the same time, beer doesn’t taste nearly as good in a foil packet.” Elisa pulled something off the side of the bottle, a thick-sided straw, then twisted the cap off of the bottle. There was a second foil cap inside, one that she pierced to the lid. “It’s a pressure-straw affair, so it won’t let the contents slop out while it’s sitting. Federated Suns engineering at its finest.” She added with a laugh, passing the opened bottle back to Graff.<br><br>Elisa took one of the packets and opened it, squirting the water in and waiting for it to heat up. “So a bit if curiosity here.”&nbsp; She spoke up. “You seem like a straight-shooter Graff. No offence, but in some ways you seem a bit out of place here. I’m kind of curious as to how you wound up with this… colourful crew.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 04:01:00</strong>
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				Of course it was so simple in the end, "Oh really, that's it.&nbsp; I'm not which would be worse, feeling stupid for not noticing or just opening it and spraying beer all over the mess hall."&nbsp; Graff smiled as he follows suit and pushes the straw past the foil cap.&nbsp; Taking a decent sized swig it felt good, if not slightly bitter, on his slightly burned mouth.<br><br>"Well I guess I do seem kind of out of place here but it was either this or some other backwater post in the Commonwealth.&nbsp; I barely graduated from the academy to earn a spot in a military unit, so I figured it would be take a chance with a merc unit or rot on some strategically important hole for the rest of my commission.&nbsp; So I got discharged, took out a huge loan to buy a mech, and joined up with Walter when he was looking for some new members."&nbsp; Yup that's right Graff had to actually pay for that Marauder he has now, one could barely say that it was in worse shape than when he bought it but not by much.&nbsp; Sadly Graff doesn't really have enough spare income to really overhaul it like it needs.&nbsp; Most of his pay goes off to the loan, hopefully when the combat bonuses start rolling in he'll have some extra cash to throw it's way.<br><br>"How about you, how'd you end up joining?"&nbsp; Graff says between mouthfuls of food and beer, he can already tell that he should have eaten more before drinking, his head feels a little light already.&nbsp; "The Cavalier's didn't get whipped out did they?"&nbsp; Graff always seems to have a way with people, always treading lightly over subjects that might be sensitive or touchy.&nbsp; Yup Graff's certainly got all the charm of an ammo explosion... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 11:43:24</strong>
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				Lt Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Crew Showers/ Talking to Lilly<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><em> "Hmm. That's a very...analytical way of seeing it, anyways, don't worry about it, their barks are worse than their bites." </em><br>Ranna smiled at the comment, she had had disagreements with the way her superiors did things in the past, so this kind of&nbsp;disagreement wasn't anything new.&nbsp; Considering the fact that she had not been singled out in the group for any of her tactics during the engagement sat well with her, but the taste in her mouth overall was bitter.&nbsp; Coming away from a mission like that as a mercenary unit shouldn't feel so hollow.<br>&nbsp;<br>Shaking away the feelings of bitterness walking through the corridor with Lilly, Ranna was a bit surprised but similarly excited by the fact that Lilly seemed to have taken her comment about a shower literally.&nbsp; She watched intently as the cute skinny well built girl with the bright pink hair stepped into the shower room ahead of her, slipping off her top and glancing teasingly over her shoulder as she sauntered deeper into the&nbsp;shower half naked.<br>&nbsp;<br>Ranna grinned, locking Lilly's glance for a moment before hanging her leather jacket on the available hook.&nbsp; She pulled the loose fitting t-shirt over her head, letting her full round perky breasts bounce with the motion.&nbsp; Without as much as a thought, Ranna slipped her boots off and let her cargo pants and panties fall to the floor in a clump.&nbsp; Following slowly behind Lilly, tracing the curves of her body with her eyes, Ranna stepped up to one of the&nbsp;shower heads on the wall and turned on the water, letting the flow run down her chest and legs.&nbsp; "So I hear you did some time fighting in the pits of Solaris.&nbsp;&nbsp;How's a girl like you&nbsp;end up in a place like that for so many years?"&nbsp; The smile on her&nbsp;face was partly a slowly growing desire inside her and partly the enjoyment of the water running over her&nbsp;body.&nbsp; The question curiosity at how someone picks a lifestyle of a gladiator.&nbsp;&nbsp;Thinking back on her history and the road she took, Ranna realized quickly that being a Mercenary wasn't much different, only different rules.&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 13:06:26</strong>
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				Having finished stripping off the rest of her clothing by the time that Ranna joined her inside the shower, Lilly took a few seconds to admire the gorgeous redhead's figure in all of its voluptuous glory without really bothering to hide it. She'd actually tried to picture Ranna naked on at least a few occasions before, since she was - at least in Lilly's opinion - the most physically attractive member of the company (which isn't to say that she never fantasized about some of the others as well), but even her imagination couldn't compare with the real thing.<br><br>Arousal and excitement were already stirring at the bottom of her stomach and down between her legs, and watching the stream of hot water cascading over Ranna's exquisite curves certainly wasn't causing those feelings to ebb in the slightest. "A girl like me?" Lilly repeated innocently as she stepped forward to join the other girl beneath the shower's spray, moving close enough for their breasts to touch. Ranna would surely notice that her nipples were already quite stiff.<br><br>She gasped lightly and tilted her head back with her eyes closed as the near-scaldingly hot water washed over her, running both hands through her thick, long mane of pink hair to make sure that all of it was completely soaked. "What, you don't think I'm tough enough?" Lilly asked with a playful giggle and smile. "I guess I've always hated being bored, so I wanted to do something that I knew wouldn't become boring or monotonous." She gave her hair another little tussle. <br><br>"And what could be more exciting than gladiator fights?" she finished, raising an eyebrow slightly as she reached for a bar of soap, her steely-blue eyes sparkling with the hint of a challenge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 14:16:23</strong>
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				Elisa winced a little at Graff’s comment, but didn’t take it too badly. “Things didn’t go too well for us. No.” She explained as she took a sip from her beer. “The Cavaliers were never the best-off of units, and as a result we couldn’t be choosy when it came to contracts. We wound up pulling a job for the Taurians-“ the distaste was obvious in her voice as she poke the name “-that went all sorts of wrong.” Another sip as she thought about what had happened.<br><br>“We were signed up for a simple smash-and-grab objective raid; gathering parts for some complex machinery that the damn Cow Guys could no longer manufacture themselves. In theory it was a good idea, but the practice was anything but.” She raised a brow, pausing to take a bite form her alleged meal. “The resistance on the ground was a lit heavier then expected, and we’d basically dropped into a whole world of pain.”<br><br>“So not only were we getting cut up pretty bad, but one of the members of my Dad’s lance freaked out and panicked mid-battle, running off on his own despite getting shouted at all the way. Dad was left open, and took a nasty shot to the face that nearly took out his cockpit. No idea how he got his ‘Mech back to the ship, but either way, it ended his career.”<br><br>She took a large slug from the bottle now. “We managed to pull back, but we didn’t get to the objective. The Cow Guys, naturally, came down on us hard; they claimed that not only had we failed to perform but that we were in breach of contract or the like. The result was that we ended up battered, bruised and broken and out of pocket, marooned on Outreach and falling apart.”<br><br>“I got my dad’s ‘Mech after he retired, and hitched myself to the first good opportunity that presented itself.” She smiled a little. “Still not sure how that one’s working out.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 16:57:58</strong>
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				"Well, it looks like he took the bait partially at least..."<br><br>Perkins was sitting at the same place still as Walter strode over to him. He passed a cup of brew over to the MechWarrior, who sat down and sipped it before producing his pipe. It had been a terribly long day. But in the end he couldn't bring himself to being mad anymore. The initial rage had fizzled out as he had spoken to the clanner. There just wasn't anyone to blame anymore. It was a freak mishap, nothing more. He sighed heavily after having lit the pipe.<br><br>"I don't want them to pity me, Perkins." His voice was cracked from exhaustion, his eyes tired. "I'd rather have them despise me. I'd rather be stuck behind a desk where I can distance myself from their understanding and condolences. I'd rather push them away."<br><br>"That's a whole lot of bull, Walt. There's no reason for being such a drama queen."<br><br>He gave Perkins an angry look as he took in the fumes from his pipe. "I don't want them to feel sorry for me, Perkins. If they try to they'll have it heated."<br><br>"More heated than earlier?"<br><br>Walter leaned back and sighed, taking another sip from the coffee. There was a brief flicker in the corner of his eyes, head armor breached, Gauss ammo 50%. He shook his head to get it out of his vision.<br><br>"They didn't deserve that, Walter. They worked hard today. I understand that you are frustrated, but don't take it out on them, alright?"<br><br>"<em>If they can't take it, they are no warriors of mine</em>. Know that line, Perkins?"<br><br>Of course he did. Bones chewed ass more or less every day. He could yell you out by noon for blowing the top of a heatsink and then share a beer with you that same evening. The words was said when some snotty kids from House Davion thought they could write home about what an hardass Bones was. Even so Walter knew he couldn't blame them anymore than he could the clanner. But he had seen their dissent as he left. They didn't like being lectured. They didn't like it one bit.<br><br>"<em>They will bite our hands as we feed them, Perkins." His eyes were dark as he stared down into the fuming cup. "If they can't take some rough words they are of no use to us. They aren't used to the hierarchy like Erich and Alroy is. Even if Maho is a bit of a rogue chip, she appreciates the need for order in battle. The need for the group to live as a single entity. All I see in these new ones are a whole lot of intrigue and backstabbing, no sense of the fact that if they can't build up trust outside of battle they are doomed once they take to the field. They feel they are entitled to perfect team mates and lances that fit exactly their comfort at the first mission they are thrust into. As if I had a choice...</em>"<br><br>Perkins sat quite and listened, bringing up a cigar which he chewed on for a while before he lit it. "Just say the names Walt, I'll boot them faster than you can say hiccup. We have no place for such people. Bones would never have allowed it, I don't think you should either."<br><br>"No. I'd rather teach them the how. They have potential. They just need to learn it all the hard way." He stood up and weighed heavily on the chair for a while. "Sign it off. As soon as the reforming is underway I'll take up the desk commander duties. Put Erich down for ground command. I have some reservations at the moment, but hopefully I can disperse them soon enough. I'll be down in the bays for the rest of the evening..."<br><br>He stepped off the bridge and made his way down to the bays. He checked his hand computer and found Miyoko's letter. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he stepped into the bay, seeing Erich on the ground level with Miyoko climbing up her Mech. He took a broad legged stance at Erich's side and folded his arms over his chest. He nodded to his fellow warrior and kept his tone low as to not alarm Miyoko.<br><br>"I heard you had a talk with Perkins. I would like you to take his offer. I would also like to give you a fair warning. There is a whole lot of whining going about how I command. Changing the names signing the order will not stop that. At its current state this company is filled with dissenters, people who think they can do better. I'm a broken record on this Erich, but trust is the key. Interaction builds trust. But some among us have chosen to instead distrust. They point blame in whichever direction they are not standing. <em>But our lance did ok</em>. <em>It was their lance who failed</em>. <em>I shouldn't have been there with them</em>. Even if I'd have stroked their egos back there they still wouldn't be happy. I chose instead to be honest about it. Because from where I stand, we lost a whole lot today. Because of my failure. But I can't admit that. It would open up the wounds for the jackals to rip out the entrails. Instead I reserve to hand over command to you, with me becoming detached. I'll be the villainous High Command who bring down pay-cuts and ire from above and you can be the heroic commander who is all chummy with the boys and girls. I'm rambling now, of course, nothing official about it. Just remember Erich, that when you fail they will be there to pick you apart. And then you must be able to bite back so hard that they will not try it again..."<br><br>He turned his head up towards Miyoko. Even though he had kept it low it wouldn't have been hard for her to listen in. Frankly it could serve her well, what with the dire contents of her letter. He called out. "Hey, Shadowborn! Have Elisa talked to you yet?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 17:15:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>Erich and Walter<strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>As Walter enters to talk to Erich she shuts them out, command stuff she doesn't need to hear and instead she hums to herself to drown out their voices. And with the slagged heat sink being a stubborn bitch about not wanting to come out it isnt all that hard for her to drown out the mens voices. With an angry glare she grabs a welder "ok you stubborn son of a motherless goat!" and with a wicked grin she just cuts the slagged sink apart and throws the pieces down on the floor. "HA!" she calls out before realizing the two men are talking to each other and blushes furiously. "Sorry Sirs" <br><br>As Walter calls out to her she looks down and flashes a quick salute. "Sir no she hasn't Sir." is all she replies, her voice neutral and her eyes dead. The little talk with Erich earlier made her realize a few things and if her request to be transferred out is denied she will need the deadness inside to survive in these conditions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 17:31:42</strong>
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				Erich looked at the Shadow Hawk as Miyoko climbed up the machine's leg, the small Kuritan heading for the slagged heat sink mounted just around mid-thigh on the war machine. "Hang on, kiddo. First off; we need the lifting hoist if you want to replace that thing. It does weigh a ton, after all. Secondly, what did the battle computer say in regards to how many 'sinks were cooked? If it's the one in the right arm, and the one in the head, we can yank them out of their mounting points, and, over a few days, install some close-in-firepower in case something gets the drop on you."<br><br>He scratched his chin, frowning at the stubble he felt, then shrugged. "Might be easier to junk the slagged 'sinks, and transfer the one mounted in the arm, the head, and the centre torso anyhow; reinstall the medium laser and SRM rack as a just-in-case measure. You'll run hot if you alpha-strike, but you'll be putting out nearly half again as much damage within 300 metres. Your thoughts?"<br><br>A few moments later, Walter appeared at the massive 'warrior's side, talking quietly. Pitching his voice low so anyone else couldn't hear the pair, Erich responded after a moment. "Perkins is a jackass, and we both know it; If you had sat down and talked with me first, I wouldn't have considered it borderline mutiny to just be talking about that crap. And we both know you're unfit for a desk job; you hate paperwork, and you would loathe being unable to do your part, even if you can't hop into a 'mech for the time being."<br><br>He paused, pulling a cigar from a pocket. "Fucking hell, you made me start smoking again; hate this bloody habit, but, well. The more things change, right?" Lighting the cigar, he took a deep, slow puff, blowing a smoke ring towards his own Assault 'mech, which had several of the dropship's techs examining the missile craters spread across the Awesome's broad chest; the repair job in the 80-ton machine nearly complete less than six hours since it started. "If you're putting me in command of the ground forces, I'm going to have to shake things up. And that includes stuffing you into a Packrat or a Savannah Master so you can at least act as vehicular recon and harassment, so you don't go utterly insane behind a cheap desk."<br><br>Looking at the younger man, Erich took another drag of the cigar, his perpetual scowl turning into a full-on glower. "Walt, we've been through this shit together for nearly six years. You know full well that I disagreed with Bones more often than not, but I did my shit, and we had a few knock-down drag-out fistfights when we needed to work things out without it bleeding through on the field. Now, I'm planning on having a big, jolly 'sit down and shut up' session with the new kids at the evening mess; they get to offer opinions, complaints, and all that crap to me, and I get to point out what has merit, what doesn't, and if they have a problem with someone else, to sit down and resolve it in whatever way they see fit, so long as it doesn't affect their performance on the field."<br><br>Sighing slightly, he leaned against a crate of LRM ammunition; conveniently, the salvage crew had placed it between the Shadow Hawk and the Axman, both of which were the heavy LRM-users of the company. "As for being chummy? you know I don't do that shit. I'll call someone out when they fuck up, and, if they live, I explain why they fucked up, and how to avoid it in the future." Gesturing at the Eleven 'mechs racked in their transportation and repair cradles, the Veteran looked at Walt. "In regards to the company, we have the numbers for two and a half lances, but not the ability to work together. So, if you're sticking me with this mess, here's what I plan to do..." Chuckling quietly, he leaned close, discussing his plan with Walt, a deep, predatory grin slowly spreading across his face as he knew some members of the company would crap themselves in the new positions they would find themselves in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 18:02:33</strong>
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				<strong>"Hmph. Since when are you smoking again, Erich?"</strong><br><br>From down the way, Maho was walking towards the assembled MechWarriors wearing a half-unzipped jumpsuit, bits of actuator fluid and grease here and there on her clothes and cheek. The <em>Sling</em> was a marvel of SLDF technology, but the maintenance on it was a bitch. The cockpit always ran hot, the armor was a pain to replace, and the MASC system put too much stress on the knees. Still, she loved the damn thing even more than her old Shadowhawk. She'd have to wait for the actual techies to repair the armor that had gotten damaged from the Elementals, but she was able to handle the minor repairs herself, only just finishing.<br><br>She hadn't shown up in time to hear all the secret plotting and planning the man was doing with Walter, but that didn't really matter to her in the end. She was more checking up on Walter than anything. What could she say? She liked the bastard. He was . . . no, nice wasn't the right word. Fun? Comfortable? Rough? It was hard to say why she liked him, but it was probably similar to the way she liked the old man . . . well, except for the physical attraction to Walter.<br><br><strong>"I hope I'm not interrupting anything particularly pressing?"</strong> Maho was staring at Walter again, as if she could figure out what was wrong with his brain by just looking at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 18:05:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>Erich, Maho and Walter<strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>She ponders Erichs suggestion in silence, letting the two men discuss things as she climbs into the cockpit to get the computer readouts he had asked for. Only two heat sinks had been slagged from the backwash of her jump jets, and his idea would give her a lot more flexibility at the cost of heat. Though she always considered the default loudout to be rather generous in heat sinks seeing as she could fire and run the jump jets almost continuously as long as her body could take the constant spikes.<br><br>Climbing out of the cockpit she drops down to the floor with a thud of her boots and instantly regrets it as her arm screams in pain from the movement and she knows the would reopened but she ignores it to await a little bit away so she wont be listening in on them. As she waits she looks up at her mech with a sad little expression on her face, it seemed Erich hadn't read her letter so she will need to talk to him about it when he and Walter where done. She knew every plate on her beloved friend, all its little perks and flaws. From the way she settled a little bit more on the right hip to the secret compartments in the cockpit where she could hide stuff. Both weapon mounts seemed to speak about the little bears manning them. The PPC fit Theodore's more determined personality in the way it clearly made its voice heard across the battlefield while the missile launcher was more rounded, softer.. almost feminine to her mind.<br><br>Seeing Maho enter she gives a little shy wave to the smaller woman, she always had nothing but respect for the Sling pilot and the way she would dodge and weave across the battlefield like a ballerina across a stage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 18:15:38</strong>
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				Erich blew a smoke ring at Maho as she joined the small group. "Since Walt here decided that, after getting his brainpan jostled around, he wants me to ride herd on the entire pack of chimpanzees, instead of just the gorillas that make up my lance. Need something to keep me from having a heart attack when the kids do something insane. And no, you're not interrupting anything. Just shuffling the lance structure around until we get to our destination."<br><br>Erich paused; a broad, evil grin still on his face; It looked wholly unnatural to anyone that knew him. The veteran had never been known to smile, so seeing one on his craggy, scarred features was more traumatic than reassuring. "Seems that you might be the new recon lance commander. Maybe it'll make you learn teamwork, instead of bouncing about like your communication system's on the fritz unless it's Walt that's talking." He chuckled quietly, the laugh almost as chilling as the smile. "After all, even I can see you like him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 18:28:31</strong>
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				Walter frowned as he heard that Elisa had not been in contact with Miyoko. His orders had not fully been out of spite for any of them. But Elisa's image of Miyoko was disturbing to say the least. At the moment he saw that as the weakest link in the company.<br><br>"You make sure to talk with her tomorrow. If neither of you have by this time tomorrow I'll boot the both of you off the ship as soon as I can, you hear?"<br><br>They could cry every which way they wanted to, Elisa was going to mentor Miyoko. If she had a problem with the young Kuritan, the better, now was her chance to change what she didn't like. He leaned on the same crate as Erich as he listened to him, his face going from stoic, to frowning, back to stoic disbelief. Finally he grinned and slapped the man on the back.<br><br>"You are not strapping me into one of those, Erich! I'd rather take the desk-job. Just remember that we'll have some new additions shortly. Hopefully they will be robots who follow orders blindly."<br><br>He fell silent as Maho approached and listened to her and Erich busting at each other. He gave a wide grin and waved them both off.<br><br>"Don't let Erich fool you into anything, Maho. He's just jealous because I ran Lance alone with two women today. But yes, seems like you are in command from now on, unless Perkins refuse to sign the papers out of sheer audacity. I need a break from the old MacLeod you see, he's not playing fair with me anymore..."<br><br>For a moment he had been good old Walter again. Now he looked solemnly over at the light blue Highlander, which face was scorched and on the limit to falling apart. When would he ever build up the courage to rebuild it again?<br><br>"Was there anything you wanted to discuss?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 21:54:22</strong>
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				Lanna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Crew Showers/ Talking to Lilly<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br><em>"A girl like me?"</em>&nbsp; The innocent look on her face as she stepped close to her, letting the rush of water run off of her drove a raging tingl through Ranna's body.&nbsp; Her legs began to ache as Lilly moved up to her, almost touching her, their bodies mere inches from each other.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"What, you don't think I'm tough enough? I guess I've always hated being bored, so I wanted to do something that I knew wouldn't become boring or monotonous.&nbsp; And what could be more exciting than gladiator fights?"</em><br><br>Ranna slid her hands over her soft wet skin as she watched Lilly run her hands through her hair, wetting the soft pink locks till they hung off of Lilly's skin.&nbsp; Her eyes slowly sliding along the curves of Lilly's body.&nbsp; The last part of Lilly's comment drew a big grin from Ranna as her eyes dropped from Lilly's face to her small perky breasts.&nbsp; <em>I can think of a few things</em>, she thought to herself as she drew closer to Lilly, a finger lightly following the soft curve of the other woman's breast.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, I'm sure there's more to you than what we see on the surface."&nbsp; Her finger continuing to follow the curve of Lilly's breast along the bottom edge working it's way up to the cleavage between.&nbsp; "I suspect the arena was interesting for the first few years.&nbsp; But I can't imagine it as exciting as being out on the edge of space, fighting a different type of opponent every day.&nbsp; Never sure if you'll be mashing infantry under your foot or being chased through a city by an Assault lance.&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna's thumb lightly brushed against Lilly's hard nipple while she watched the woman's face, gauging her response to her hand caressing Lilly's soft supple skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 23:11:14</strong>
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				Graff listed to Elisa's story while continuing to eat and drink.&nbsp; It sounds like a text book job gone wrong, slowly though his vision begins to wander as the dark brew worked it's way into his system.&nbsp; By the time she's done Graff responds with a little slur, "Thash horrible.&nbsp; Shtill I don't shink you should count out thish company yet."&nbsp; Man Graff wasn't kidding when he said he's a booze light weight, or perhaps its partly the company he currently has.<br><br>"If I gave up on myshelf that quickly I wouldn't have lashted through the first week at Point Barrow.&nbsp; The whole thing wash jusht one uphill fight after another...shtupid Shtiener loyalishts.&nbsp; I mean we've been a nashion for what 25 yearsh now..."&nbsp; Graff was kind of rambling but strangely opening up at the same time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 23:32:11</strong>
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				“Yeah, I know, don’t count ‘em out and all that.” Elisa shook her head between sips of beer, halfway between having a conversation and out-and-out unloading on Graff. “And I know I shouldn’t give up on them after one mission gone bad, even if it was the very first one of them, but… yeah, it’s just not the best start in the world, innit? Half of us going crazy while we fight some damn Soldier Warlords from Deep Space and all that.”<br><br>She shook her head again, taking a huge scoop from her alleged meal. “Oh gods, I’d forgotten how crap this stuff could be.” Elisa muttered then sighed. “I know, I know. We might jut yet come together as a unit, or we might fall apart completely in the next fight we get to. Wouldn’t that give me a great rep? Both units I’ve worked for and they blow up.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 23:58:40</strong>
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				"Ash everyone shed it'sh a extreme shishuation that we had today.&nbsp; We'll get better, you'll shee."&nbsp; Graff consoles, he's not quite in a state of mind to be offended by his beautiful companies tone.&nbsp; "Yesh, thhish is truly hidioush."&nbsp; He also concurs taking the last spoon full and chocking it down.<br><br>"Anyway if you're the only one left, you get to tell the shtory.&nbsp; Jusht make our deaths like an epishode of the Immortal Warrior and everyone will just shink you're full of it and not worry about your pasht."&nbsp; Apparently that's Graff's advice if Elisa looses another unit, once they both finish their meal Graff will add "Well now thash'sh out of the way letsh go fix up that Knight of yoursh.&nbsp; Lesht I can do to replay your help."&nbsp; He gets up to go and dispose of the trash and it's pretty obvious that Graff should not be handling any tools right now, he apparently wasn't kidding about needing to carried to his room after one drink although he can kind of stand on his feet by himself at this point...sort of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 23:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>Erich, Maho and Walter<strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>"You make sure to talk with her tomorrow. If neither of you have by this time tomorrow I'll boot the both of you off the ship as soon as I can, you hear?"<br><br>Her head snaps up and she nods slowly "Sir, Yes Sir." she replies automatically, the thought that she can just avoid the other woman and have them both kicked out of course crosses her mind and it isn't without some difficulty she pushes it aside. As tempting as the idea is it lacks honor and while she has been stripped of her family name and declared an outcast and as far as her relatives are concerned she never existed she wouldn't do that to herself.<br><br>She places the readout on the crate next to Erich and climbs up into her cockpit again, not being comfortable with three people around her so she does what she always does.. retreat to solitude and she sends off a quick message to Elisa that they need to meet tomorrow to discuss the mentor program. That done she takes Rose and Theodore and cuddles them both in close to her chest, her chin resting against their warm fur.<br><br>"We will try and catch him later when he isnt busy my loves, what say you I sleep in here tonight?" It wouldn't be the first time she slept in the cockpit, it was the only home she really had after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 00:27:05</strong>
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				She gave a nod to the other Kuritan girl in greeting, but her attention was promptly derailed as Erich commented about her 'liking' Walter, right in front of the man. There was a stunned look on her face, as she tried to process what the heck just happened. Didn't he know the RULES for that sort of thing?! You can't just . . SAY that! That was far too simple! Something as rare to see as Erich's evil little grin, was the pink flush that was on Maho's cheeks. The normally deadpan girl had been thrown off-balance a bit by all this . . score one for Erich. Thankfully Walter immediately changed the subject, so she was able to focus on business.<br><br><strong>"Ahem . . . If you want to appoint me as Lance Commander for Recon, then I have no choice but to accept. I'll do my best to . . . hm . . . work well with the others."</strong> This would likely blow up in everyone's face, but hey, maybe Maho had a hidden talent for being an officer. Her noble blood should at least give her a bonus to bossing people around! Turning back to Walter she frowned for a moment, before attempting to put a smile on her face.<br><br><strong>"If you're . . taking a break for a while, then we'll have to get in some proper sparring to keep you in shape in the meantime. If you like, I'll give you a handicap and use my bare hands . . . that is, once you've had enough naps, sir."</strong> Halfway between comforting him and insulting him, just the way it should be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 04:51:22</strong>
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				Lily gasped softly and held her breath for a moment as Ranna played with the stiff little pink nub that crowned one of her breasts, her eyes now clearly conveying the lust that was building up inside of her. "Mhmm...you're right, it's not as exciting as this..." Lilly trailed off as she tilted her head slightly and leaned in to find Ranna's plump lips. One of her hands slipped around&nbsp; the redhead's waist to pull her closer while she arched her own body forward so that their thighs and stomachs were pressed together.<br><br>The kiss was soft at first, with Lilly's tongue probing out to taste Ranna's lips, inviting her to do the same so that their tongues could mingle. The intimate contact was practically a euphoric rush after how long she'd gone without feeling anything like it (a couple of months seemed like an eternity to Lilly). It was something that she needed - and more importantly, <em>wanted</em> - very badly, as the sexual tension had grown just about unbearable over the past few days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 14:21:50</strong>
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				“Whoah there.” Elisa cut Graff off. “You, my friend, are not in a condition to fix anything right now.” It was a fiar statement, given the way he was tottering. “Truth being told, I’m not sure how well I’m doing either. I think that our little drinkies session has gone right to both of our heads.” She added as she stood, not exactly doing the best herself. Maybe it was exhaustion from the day catching up with her, but she was definitely more drunk the she thought she’d be.<br><br>“Tell you what.” She continued. “We get you back to your room, and then you sleep this off. Then we fix my ‘Mech up first thing in the morning.” Elisa draped one arm over her shoulder, half-leading, half-dragging her compatriot back to the sleeping quarters. “Let’s get you all nice and rested up, then we can get on with the heavy labour.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 14:48:38</strong>
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				"Tonight," Yamina repeated, though whether it was an admonition to Hiro to settle down or an affirmation of her desire to lay with him was not completely clear.&nbsp; "Sometimes the rewards of duty are sweet," she added, looking back over her shoulder and gave Hiro a barely perceptible twitch of her butt.<br><br>The children were clustered together in three cabins, though the exact sleeping arrangements had been left open.&nbsp; Yamina would not be surprised to find many of them seeking to sleep in the same bunks for the comfort of physical contact in the absence of their parents.&nbsp; They were as yet too young for Yamina to be worried about any improper behavior.&nbsp; "We need to get them more blankets and pillows from stores," she told Hiro and made a note to herself.&nbsp; They'd been able to bring sufficient clothing so that at least was not a problem.&nbsp; "And I want to talk to the mess and see if they can't provide some familiar food.&nbsp; Comfort food," she added.<br><br>Generally, things were okay.&nbsp; The older children had taken over, seeing to the younger as they perceived it their duty, but there were many long and apprehensive faces.&nbsp; This Yamina knew all too well and her heart opened anew to them.&nbsp; She was sympathetic, but knew there was only so much she could do.&nbsp; The one thing Yamina would not do to these children was make promises that would not be kept.&nbsp; Better to say no than to become merely one more adult in their life who failed them.<br><br>Yamina spent the next several hours with them, laughing and being laughed at, playing silly games and having equally earnest talks.&nbsp; There was much physical contact, something the Kuritan children were not entirely used to but accepted if a bit stiffly.&nbsp; Culture aside, children were still children and needed hugs and touches to calm them and soothe their minds.<br><br>As they left, Yamina walked close to Hiro and once, in the corridor where no one was looking, put her hand in his, fingers intertwined.&nbsp; She broke the contact when they came back into a more public space.<br><br>"We should visit the others," she told Hiro.&nbsp; "Now that time enough has passed for the initial emotions and reactions to cool.&nbsp; Do you agree?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 14:59:23</strong>
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				"You know...you're right, I am a little tired."&nbsp; Graff says as Elisa still retains her wits and realizes neither of them should be doing any heavy lifting at this moment.&nbsp; He graciously accepts her off of support and is lead towards his quarters.&nbsp; Whether it was an accident or help from his lowered inhibitions it doesn't matter but Graff's hand definitely falls down and rests onto one of Elisa's perky breasts.&nbsp; His head rests and nuzzles into her shoulder as they work their way through the corridors.<br><br>"You know, thish unit doesh have one shing going for it...it hash some beauuuu-ti-ful women in it."&nbsp; Woohoo drunken ramblings ala Graf, his voice seems to draw out some syllabubs more than others as his voice uses it's full symphonic range.&nbsp; "Like Raaaaaannnnnnaaa, and Lily, and those Kuritian girls, and of coursh you Elisha...and you shmell good too."&nbsp; Ok now we know it's the alcohol talking, it's a very rare individual who enjoys the smell of someone locked in the cockpit of a heat heavy mech all day, then works on repairing another mech.&nbsp; It tends to produce a mixture of sweat, oil, and today possibly frustration as well, when sober Graff is not one of those people.&nbsp; When drunk, on one beer I might add, though all bets are off and right now he thinks Elisa smells wonderful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 15:29:17</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; In the cabins of the Kurita children<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br>While Yamina cuddled her way into the hearts and minds of some of the children, others required action and distraction, such as a game of Battlemechs that I remembered playing when I was a boy.&nbsp; While there were many castes within the Draconis Combine, everyone loved to play Battlemechs.&nbsp; I added my own twist based on current events.<br><br><strong>"Aff!&nbsp; I am Hiro, Star Commander of the 2nd Elemental Stars of the First Binary.&nbsp; I serve House Kerensky, faction Clan Ghost Bear.&nbsp; Surrender to my superior might, for I will crush House Kurita and restore Star League to what it was!&nbsp; What say you, Kurita scum?"</strong><br><br>The group before me was made up mostly young males along with a few tomboy-ish girls.<br><br>The children looked to each other, and one by one their faces of fear turned to sinister smiles.<br><br>One of the boys spoke up.<br><br><em><strong>"We of House Kurita and the Draconis Combine choose to fight and make <em>you</em> surrender, you... big... Teddy Bear!"</strong></em><br><br>Then the sound effects started happening.&nbsp; The sounds of autocannons, missiles, machineguns, lasers, and even flamers filled the cabin.&nbsp; The kids were coming at me from all sides.&nbsp; After one "attacked me" I turned toward them, only to get flanked by another child.<br><br><strong>"Your tactics are sound, Kurita scum!&nbsp; But you cannot beat our technology!"</strong><br><br>More playfighting happened.&nbsp; They "dodged" my attacks.&nbsp; One of them climbed a bunk and jumped on my back.&nbsp; The others joined in, and the "firefight" degenerated into a "melee."<br><br><em><strong>"Use your hatchets everyone!"</strong></em><br><br>Pillows were passed around and I was getting pummeled with them.<br><br><strong>"No!&nbsp; The clans are superior!&nbsp; This should not be happening!"</strong><br><br>I "fell" to one knee, then the other, and finally flopped onto my back, where the kids started climbing on me, pinning me down.&nbsp; One of them was sitting on my chest, a pillow threateningly held up.<br><br><em><strong>"Surrender to Kurita, Teddy Bear!"</strong></em><br><br>I made a fierce face, then sighed heavily.&nbsp; <strong>"Very well, Kurita scum.&nbsp; Teddy Bear yields to your superior skill."</strong><br><br>The children cheered at their victory.&nbsp; They were tired out, and would sleep well.<br><br>As Yamina and I left, we walked side by side, the backs of our hands brushing against each other until I put mine on tops of hers and interlocked her fingers with mine.&nbsp; I had us both straighten our fingers so that my fingertips ran along the lengths of the palm-sides of her digits.&nbsp; When we heard voices nearby, I gave her hand one last squeeze before breaking contact.<br><br><em><strong>"We should visit the others.&nbsp; Now that time enough has passed for the initial emotions and reactions to cool.&nbsp; Do you agree?"</strong></em><br><br><strong>"That's a good idea, Yamina.&nbsp; Perhaps decisions regarding command have been made, and criticisms tempered to a more reasonable degree."</strong><br><br>We went where most of the Mechwarriors were congregated, whether it was the briefing room, the mechbay, the mess hall or a lounge.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 19:47:04</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Crew Showers/ "Talking" to Lilly<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br><em>"Mhmm...you're right, it's not as exciting as this..."</em><br><br>Ranna smiled at the gasp that escaped from Lilly's luscious lips as she played with the hard nipple.&nbsp; Her smile grew more diabolical as she noticed the pure lust in Lilly's eyes looking back at her.&nbsp; The warm spray of water splashing down on them made the moment almost slow as Ranna watched Lilly's eyes and face grow more lustful as the woman drew closer, pressing her lips to Ranna's lips.&nbsp; Accepting the kiss with strong desire as Lilly's hand pulled them closer, the feeling of Lilly's wet hip pressed against Ranna's thigh and their breasts pressed lightly against each other, Ranna's body exploded with a need to devour every inch of this luscious woman.&nbsp; <br><br>The kiss barely pressed against her lips, a few short kisses growing quickly to open lip kisses and licks till finally Lilly's tongue plunged into Ranna's mouth.&nbsp; Ranna's tongue reached out to meet the soft guest as they slid against each other inside their tightly pressed mouths.&nbsp; Ranna's hand cupped Lilly's breast now, as her other hand lightly grabbed the woman's ass, pulling her even closer, pressing Lilly's groin harder into her hip.&nbsp; The water from the spray made the skin between her legs and along her thigh slick, which made things worse considering the two women's state or arousal.&nbsp; Ranna could feel Lilly's warm wetness against her thigh and she worked her leg to provide the right amount of pressure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 11:35:20</strong>
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				Lilly explored the inside of Ranna's mouth with all of the curiosity and enthusiasm of a kid in a toy store, her eyes closing as she reveled in the moment. Low, muffled moans could be heard as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her womanhood over the redhead's slick thigh. The way that Ranna held and kissed her was driving Lilly crazy with desire, but she forced herself to pull her mouth away slightly, catching the other woman's tongue in between her lips. She sucked on it very deliberately and opened her eyes back up to see Ranna's reaction while she rocked her body back and forth with increasing urgency, their breasts mashing together with every forward slide.<br><br>Despite how loudly her body was screaming at her to keep going, Lilly was nothing if not a tease, so she managed to muster up enough willpower to rip herself away from Ranna with a final flick of her tongue across the other woman's lips. "Just relax," she whispered beguilingly before starting to lather up Ranna's chest with the soap. Once she'd spread enough foam around, Lilly placed the soap back into its little rack and thoroughly massaged the redhead's upper body, moving from her arms down to her stomach before finally coming back up to give her luscious tits some extra special attention. <br><br>Lilly kneaded them gently at first with her touches progressively growing more insistent and firm, and of course she didn't neglect to give Ranna's nipples a good thumb rub either. With the top half taken care of, she slipped a hand down Ranna's belly and over her mound before eventually feeling the warmth between her legs. Lilly's soapy middle finger teasingly parted the red haired vixen's inner labia, feeling her wetness but refraining from any actual penetration just yet. She made sure to glide that same finger over her partner's clit on the way back up before lightly pushing Ranna's hip, inviting her to turn around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 12:52:53</strong>
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				There was a part of Elisa that wanted to slap Graf for his copping a feel, but there was the rest that, right now, just didn’t care. She was happy, Graf was happy and, given all the crap they’d been through in the last day, she wasn’t going to start any trouble now. Besides, the truth was that she <em>liked</em> Graf, which was rare enough in and of itself.<br><br>“Mmm, you&nbsp; guys got it lucky.” She replied, more then a little tipsy herself. “You get all the good eye-candy. Most of the men in this team are beat-stick ugly, yanno? Save for you and, well… you.” She laughed a little as she reached the door of Graff’s room, opening it and stumbling in with him. “Mm, there we go, into bed with you and…” She half dropped him, half tripped, winding up lying hal on the bed with him, laughing like an idiot. “Whoops.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 14:22:28</strong>
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				Graff blushed both from the alcohol and the compliment payed to him from Elisa, although it could the one and only case of beer goggles working in revers here with Elisa.&nbsp; The next thing Graff knew he was falling into his bed, but his legs were half caught between hers causing Elisa to fall with him.&nbsp; He chuckles as she lands half in the bed with him, "You know, if yoush wanted to get in my bed wishh me you jusht had to ashk."&nbsp; He stretches our his arms and wraps them around Elisa pulling her into his chest so that they are facing each other, able to gaze into each others eyes.<br><br>Once their eyes lock and a few seconds go by Graff begins to slowly move closer going in for a drunken kiss, his lips mashing sloppily over Elisa's (or what ever part he can latch onto if she turns or pulls away).&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 18:27:41</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Crew Showers/ "Talking" to Lilly<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br>The moans slipping from Lilly caused Ranna's excitement to grow, feeling the other woman's wet lips against her thighs and her hot tongue in her mouth drew warmth and wetness out of her also wanting so much to feel Lilly's touch.&nbsp; The way Lilly pulled away almost made Ranna frown until she slowly started sucking along Ranna's tongue.&nbsp; A moan of lust slipped from her throat this time as the feeling of Lilly's lips moving up and down her sensitive tongue caused shivers to run over her body even in the warm spray of water.<br><br><em>"Just relax,"</em>&nbsp; Reflexively, Ranna's eyes closed as Lilly began running soap over her body.&nbsp; The tingle spread through her body like wildfire as Lilly's hands moved along her skin.&nbsp; Her fingers massaging Ranna's breasts and nipples as Ranna lightly caressed Lilly's sides and hips.&nbsp; Gasp of pleasure exploded from Ranna's mouth as Lilly's hand slowly ran across her tightly trimmed strip of red hair and slid along her lips.&nbsp; Her slippery wet lips accepted Lilly's fingers, Ranna could feel herself swelling at the touch.&nbsp; Her breathing grew faster and more erratic as Lilly played with her, their bodies pressed together, the soapy wetness driving her lust higher and higher.&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna leans in to run her tongue along Lilly's neck, her breath caressing the other woman's skin as her warm tongue traced the line of her arteries.&nbsp; Lilly's finger against Ranna's clit sent another shock of lust to run through her body as the Lilly's hand attempted to guide Ranna around.&nbsp; She turned, her hands against the wall, letting the warm water stream down her body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 21:45:43</strong>
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				When the debriefing broke up, Alroy had been characteristically silent - it was obvious no one wanted to talk, and the mood in the room as the various members of the battered squad went their separate ways was palpably draining. A solid, unflinching and immovable rock as he always was, Alroy still gave no visible reaction as he wordlessly made his way to his quarters, closing the door behind him and locking it securely.<br><br>Alone, he dropped his mask and broke down, going to his knees on the bare floor and wrapping his arms around his torso as he shuddered in place. This was the side of Alroy no one else got to see - the patchwork shell that was his psyche after three decades of 'Mech combat, almost twenty of which overlapped with protecting and maintaining the ancient King Crab he had named Tanya, to remind him never to make a very singular mistake again. Twenty years of watching every shadowy corner for knives, avoiding crowded bars and loud parties where it would be easier for the next in a long line of generally ineffectual but irritatingly persistent hired assassins to get at him to preserve a minor noble family's warped Kuritan honor. He' been with Walter's company for a few years, the longest he'd ever lasted with one outfit; after finding out their biggest cash sink was also being targeted by hired killers, few employers offered to renew his contract.<br><br>He hated being helpless, and the battle on the surface had been the epitome of helplessness. A hundred tons of metal, and he'd nearly been taken down by five tons of impossible infantry in impossible battle suits. Perkins was a financier, a bookkeeper, a bag of money who funded the outfit looking to get more out than he put in. He wasn't even a Mechwarrior, as far as Alroy knew, and if he was the old man had forgotten everything he knew. Alroy had done his best when he saw the fissures Perkin's invective had been opening, normally harmless critique punching through the unit's stripped emotional armor. Even Guts N' Bones wouldn't have been able to salvage a win there without the Bastion's intervention, but Perkins only saw the C-bills draining from his account for repairs and failure to accomplish contract, and struck at the only people who could get his money back for him.<br><br>Breaking the fugue state for a moment, Alroy walked on his knees over to his bunk, struggling to flip up the bed to the hidden compartment concealed underneath with its fluid-filled injector needles. With blackness around the edges of his vision, he managed to fumble a syringe free, placing it against the vein near his armpit and letting the load of X-Quick diffuse itself into his bloodstream, the lightning crackles of the stimulant chasing away his depression for the time being. His fingers twitched in sympathetic reflex, and it was several minutes before he got them back into control and packed away his stash. Confident he had control again, he exited the crew quarters area and headed to the 'Mech bay to start patching up Tanya from the battle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 00:46:41</strong>
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				The sight of Ranna leaning against the wall and panting was too hot for Lilly to resist playing with her a little bit more. She wrapped her arms around the other woman's torso and cupped her soft breasts while rolling the nipples in between her thumbs and forefingers. Meanwhile, Lilly also pressed her wet, slick body body firmly against the redhead's back, sliding up and down slowly to grind against her. Giving her partner's nipples a final light squeeze, she finally ripped herself away again and undertook the task of washing Ranna's back along with giving her another brief massage.<br><br>It wasn't until she reached Ranna's butt that Lilly started getting frisky again, making <em>several</em> passes through the woman's cleft and insisting quite noticeably on her sensitive little rosebud, greatly enjoying any squirms or moans that she might have received in response. She eventually reached down even lower to find the red haired bombshell's pussy from behind, and that was when the fun really started.<br><br>"You really are dirty..." Lilly whispered huskily into Ranna's ear, her lips grazing against the soft flesh of an earlobe before she lashed out at it with her tongue. More importantly, her hand was gliding back and forth over her lover's cunt quite vigorously by that point, but Lilly was still far from finished with her. She used her foot to guide Ranna's legs further apart, her touch still gentle but definitely a bit more firm than before as the urgency of her actions increased along with her own arousal.<br><br>"...But so am I. Mmmghhh...how's this?" She purred the words just as her two of her delicate fingers finally worked their way up into Ranna's inviting sex, finding it to be even wetter and warmer than she could have imagined, which of course only drove Lilly even crazier. Even as she began pumping her fingers in and out, she reached around the front with her other hand, going directly for Ranna's clit and rubbing it with a rhythm that matched her fingering. It started off moderately slow at first but escalated to a frenzied pace very quickly as Lilly's fervor grew to the point where she could no longer control it, wanting nothing more than to make her new lover scream and squeal in ecstasy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 07:50:55</strong>
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				Erich's conversation with Maho and Walter ended after a few short comments before he stepped aside, letting the crippled 'mechwarrior and the petite Kuritan talk, or bump uglies, or whatever those two did when not driving him up the wall for a variety of reasons. Snuffing his Cigar across the unpainted steel of the Shadow Hawk's transport cradle, the officer easily climbed up the scaffold, looking over the flanks and back of the 55-ton machine, not surprised to see that the paint had been stripped to bare metal across the jump jet venturi low in the medium's back, the only real evidence of the extreme-range PPC blast that had removed the elemental that had attacked Miyoko earlier that day.<br><br>Reaching the level of the 'mech's head, he knocked on the hatch at the back of the 'mech's 'skull' "Hey. Kiddo. You awake in there, or no?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 13:24:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>Erich<strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>Miyoko hears the voice calling out for her and she kicks the hatch level to open it and while still holding her teddybears close she peeks out. "ye.. oh eh. Yes Sir" she tries to snap off a salute only to almost drop Rose and she hurries to catch her. "eh.. sorry Sir.." she mumbles and quickly puts the two bears into their seats while her face is a flaming red.<br><br>"What can I do for you Sir?" she tries to get her blushing under control, but just her lucky. He has to see her with her teddybears! There is no chance now that he will ever be interested in her, not that she had much chance to begin with. She sighs deeply inside and tries to pay attention to what her commanding officer wishes to discuss with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 15:26:03</strong>
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				Erich almost smiled at the rather amusing sight of Miyoko panicking about her teddy bears, but schooled his facial features into an air of polite indifference in regards to the subject as he sat down in the open hatch, waiting for Miyoko to regain her composure. "This isn't an officer-type visit, kiddo. You've heard all I had to say in regards to critique and such, based on what I was able to see during that battle. That's behind us. What this is about is your thoughts and reasons for basically sending me an 'I quit' message."<br><br>Leaning against the frame of the hatch, Erich re-lit his half-smoked stogie, blowing the smoke out of the Shadow Hawk's comparatively small cockpit. "Way I see it, this was your first real mission, and it ended up with us getting caught with our collective pants around our ankles. Now, I, personally, have experience with Anti-Mech infantry, but I forgot two important things. Firstly, not everyone in the company has the same value of experience that I do. Secondly, despite the claims of spoonbenders sphere-wide, telepathy still doesn't exist, so I can't exactly plug all my knowledge into everyone else's heads without some extra effort on my part."<br><br>He chuckled and nodded slightly. "The fact that Walt really liked looking at your round little ass instead of thinking tactically is probably why you ended up at point-blank range with only long-range weapons. Admittedly, I can see the appeal, but I figure anyone with eyes and a pulse would."<br><br>Shrugging, Erich finished his smoke, flicking the stump of his Cigar down onto the mechbay's floor. "So, kiddo. Anything you want to talk about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 15:52:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>Erich<strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>Her eyes go wide as saucers when he mentions her ass, not only is it.. well a rather crude comment it is the first time in her life someone actually say something flattering about her looks. "eh.. what? oh.." she mumbles trying to get her brain to work again as her eyes roams hungrily over him.<br><br>"well.. Sir.. you read my file Sir. I was cast out of my own clan and stripped of name, but that doesnt mean I dont value honor and my.. well current clan. And if me leaving can remove some tension in the group.. " she shrugs letting the meaning hang in the air as it is rather obvious what she means. "And.. I do appreciate your.. eh.,. comment.. even if we both know I am not much to look at!" she laughs softly and tries to hide her blush by grabbing Theodore again and nuzzling against him like a scared little girl.<br><br>"Sir, I made a fool out of myself on the battlefield. While I still maintain it wasn't as stupid as some may seem, it was perhaps to much of a kuritan move. And it did earn me the ire of quite a lot of people here. Like.. Elisa and.. well.. him"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 19:26:28</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Crew Showers/ "Talking" to Lilly<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br><br>The feeling of Lilly's body pressed against her ass and back, grinding against her, the water adding lubrication to an already moist situation was driving Ranna to the peak.&nbsp; How long it had been since she'd been with a woman like this.&nbsp; Her hands pressed hard against the wall as Lilly's explored her body.&nbsp; Moans of pleasure echoed from the walls of the shower room as Lilly's hands brought wave after wave of lust rushing through her body.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You really are dirty......But so am I. Mmmghhh...how's this?" </em><br><br>Lilly's hands caressing Ranna's sex brought the waves of pleasure on more intensely as her legs and hips moved to grind against her hand and finger as they plunged inside her.&nbsp; Lilly's finger on Ranna's clit worked the bubbling lust inside, almost pushing Ranna to the edge.&nbsp; Unwilling to be dominated in this compromising situation, Ranna's usual A type personality took over.&nbsp; With little warning, Ranna spun on the wet tile, grabbing Lilly by the sides of her face, pulling her up gently into a long soft kiss, tongue caressing the edges of her lips as her hands turned the smaller woman towards the wall.&nbsp; Breaking the kiss, Ranna pushed Lilly's arms up over her head as she began kissing down the woman's neck.&nbsp; Her mouth moved deliberately to Lilly's perky nipples, sucking lightly licking each time she lets the nipple slip out of her mouth.&nbsp; Mouthing the sides of both breasts, Ranna licks slowly up Lilly's side to her armpit, a sly grin on her face as she carefully licks her way back down to Lilly's breast and up the other side.<br><br>Sliding her hands down Lilly's arms to her soft breasts, Ranna slowly kneads the perky mounds in her hand as her mouth devours the soft wet skin between Lilly's breasts, her tongue following the curve of Lilly's stomach until she's kissing along the ridge of Lilly's hip, following the flow of water down the ridge of her hip until her tongue is tracing the outer curve of Lilly's patch of blonde hair.&nbsp; Looking up along the landscape of Lilly's body, Ranna watches as the woman's body starts to writhe at the touch of her mouth so far south.&nbsp; Unable to resist taking advantage of the opening, Ranna's mouth closes lightly over her plump lips, Ranna's tongue slipping up between them as they lightly tease Lilly's hard nub.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 06:30:55</strong>
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				Erich rolled his head backwards slightly, working out the tension in his thick neck as he listened to Miyoko's explanation. "So, let me get this straight; you think that, to relieve the tension in the company is to leave, despite the fact that you also feel as if, that by taking you in, you've been adopted into the company. So, consider this a perpetual denial of discharge from the company; you're staying put, and if someone has a problem with that, they can take it up with the commander responsible for every groundpounder we have. Ergo, me."<br><br>"As for you making a damn fool mistake in that, let me tell you a little secret; each and every one of us has fucked up hard on the field. My first ride was a Griffon; pretty much the same as your 'hawk, only with a 10-rack and a better jump profile, at the cost of running hot. First major engagement, I was the bottom guy in the fire lance; and my damn fool self got into a fistfight with an Atlas. The first two punches wrecked the LRM rack. Third one damn near crushed the Griffon's head; I had a nice nap between being rattled around like a pea in a tin can, and the ammo explosion when the fucker punched the ammo bay under the LRMs."<br><br>He chuckled slightly, showing her a jagged scar that ran from his right elbow up to the point of his shoulder. "Spent a few months getting pieced back together by the medtechs; radial bone in my right arm's made of Durallex Alloy; stopped more than one bullet, and a few lasers in the eighteen years since. So, yeah. We all did stupid shit; what you did was stupid shit that's been instilled in you from childhood as the proper thing to do, so I'm not pissed about it. Some others may be pissed because you seemed to panic, which doesn't help much in the field, much less when we lose someone due to an ambush. We'll work on a way to keep you on your toes and with a cool head, but it won't do much for your nerves while training you how to keep calm when scared out of your wits."<br><br>Shifting slightly, he leaned closer to Miyoko in the tight confines of the cockpit; the Shadow Hawk had a fairly spacious unit, for a medium 'mech, but it was around half the size of the Awesome's cockpit, and with two people, and two stuffed toys, it was decidedly cramped, which is why Erich had spent most of the conversation half-in the cockpit, instead of fully inside. Gently, he placed a hand on the young woman's shoulder. "Tell you what; Tomorrow, talk with Elisa, admit you feel like you screwed up by the company's standards, and ask her for pointers; Don't give a shit about the actual mentoring part until you and she have knocked down the barriers between you two, so there's no grudges, no bullshit, and no mudslinging. If Walt gets on your case about anything, tell him that you're doing this under my orders, and he only gets to override them once he's able to pilot a 'mech again. He'll be pissed as hell, but at me, not you."<br><br>He smiled slightly, his voice almost fatherly, instead of being the gruff, no-nonsense soldier he also was. "As for your appearance, well, I may have a reputation of being a dirty old man, but, honestly, you're better-looking than you give yourself credit for; If you want some advice in that field, head up to the brudge and talk to Perkins' ladyfriend; she'll set you up with what you need, and the knowledge to use it."<br><br>Stretching slightly, he stifled a yawn; he did look tired out, but it seemed like he was going to stay awake to help repair the armour damage to his own 'Mech, once the conversation was over. "Anyhow; you should get some rest, yourself. In a real bed, not the command couch of your 'mech. Worlds of difference, even with the crappy beds a Union has."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 14:33:00</strong>
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				If there was one thing that Lilly loved, it was pushing limits, and she was having a great time seeing how far she could push Ranna, but she also knew enough about the fierce red haired Mechwarrior to guess that it was only a matter of time until she pushed back. In fact, she'd been eagerly anticipating that moment, so it was quite a thrill when Ranna finally decided to take the reins.<br><br>Lilly gasped into the other woman's mouth as her back was pressed against the cold, tiled wall, the shivers running through her body only making it feel even more sensitive. She fought back against Ranna's tongue with her own while they made out again, only this time she allowed herself to be overpowered, giving in to her lover and to her lust. It was a huge turn on to have her hands pinned too, and by the time that Ranna's mouth was running rampant all over her, she Lilly was already burning up, desperately yearning for more.<br><br>The tables were turned, however, and now she was the one being teased. Knowing that she deserved to be 'punished' for having teased Ranna in similar fashion only made the sinfully sweet agony feel even more exciting and overpowering, though. The way that she moaned and squirmed while the redhead had her way with her gave very clear indication of how much it was affecting her. When Ranna <em>almost</em> started going down on her, Lilly found it impossible to stay still, fidgeting slightly from the tingling sensation originating between her legs and spreading out through the rest of her body, but she was still enjoying every second of it. The build up would only make the payoff that much more amazing.<br><br>With her hands having been freed, she cupped her right breast with one and used her fingers to tweak her nipple, continuing what Ranna had started while her second hand buried itself into her lover's fiery red mane. A loud, throaty moan filled with a certain measure of relief escaped Lilly's lips as Ranna finally gave her engorged pussy what it had been craving, undoubtedly noticing that she was already sopping wet down there. Unable to control herself any longer, Lilly started to roll her hips forward slightly while pulling Ranna's head closer, effectively grinding her sex into her lover's divine, velvety mouth and contrastingly raspy tongue..<br><br>"Ohhh my god, yesssss! Uunnnghhh...Don't stop..." she almost begged while sending involuntary cues in the form of her grip on Ranna's hair tightening momentarily every time that something felt <em>particularly</em> good. With how long it'd been since her last time and how worked up Ranna had already gotten her, Lilly knew that it wouldn't be too long, especially since she had a tendency to climax pretty easily to begin with. She could already feel her arousal cresting towards the release which she so desperately needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 21:59:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>Erich<strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>She listens intently as he speaks, hanging on to every word like a drowning man would hold on to a rock in a stormy sea. Her hands slowly petting the teddybears fur without thinking, hugging him close to her breasts. When he shows off the scar she leans forward to take a peek, at the same time getting a closer look at him then she has ever done before and her eyes dart a little lower then they probably should as she inhales his musky scent. Muscles slowly tightening and her nipples start poking against the thin tanktop she wears when piloting the mech as she hasn't showered yet, so she moves Theodore a little higher to try and hide it while only managing to draw his eyes down to her breasts instead.<br><br>"Well, Sir, I find it hard to believe you ever did that kind of mistake. Probably just saying so to make me feel better." she smiles warmly and gives him a little friendly wink even as her thighs press against each other to try and give a little relief to a feeling she isnt used to at all. "Oh and as for your suggestion about yanking out the heatsinks, that would be a wonderful idea as it would cover the deadzone where I cant do much. And I will hope Elisa is even to be found, she seemed to avoid me today. But probably for the best to let things cool a bit. I will find her tomorrow Sir."<br><br>When he yawns she just laughs softly when he in facts tells her to sleep. "Said the man falling asleep himself, why dont I help you with the repairs and then we can both go to bed.. NOT together of course! that would be silly.. I mean.. me in your bed and you.. no.. you in your bed and me in mine.. yes.. I.. " she shuts up and just looks up at him with a blushing face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 23:09:45</strong>
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				Erich smiled slightly, gently lifting his hand from her shoulder, brushing loose hair away from Miyoko's face as she blushed. "It's okay. C'mon. Let's get you out of this cramped little spot and on your feet."<br><br>Climbing onto the repair cradle's gantry, he helped Miyoko out of her 'mech after a few moments, the movement temporarily pulling her close against his massive chest; Erich was easily a foot taller than the Kuritan, and his chest was wider than her shoulders. Looking over the darkened 'mech bay, he raised an eyebrow; it seemed their conversation had taken longer than he had guessed it would, and the massive 'mech bay was deserted, only the dull thrum of the fusion engines propelling the dropship towards the jumpship point nearly a week away keeping them pressed to the 'floor' of the dropship, at nearly 1G of force.<br><br>"Huh. Looks like everyone's bugged off for supper and sleep. Can't blame 'em. Anyhow, it's unsafe to try to repair something that comes in one-ton slabs alone, or even in pairs, so any further repairs will have to be dealt with tomorrow. Want to head to the mess hall and particiapte in the shouting match I'm going to have with the rest of the company?" He smiled slightly, stepping into the lift that would bring the two down to the floor of the 'mech bay, waiting for Miyoko to crowd in, the lift barely large enough for one person, much less two.<br><br>Once the lift arrived at the floor, he toggled an intercom and spoke into it. "All mechwarriors, join me in the mess at 2100. You have one hour to drop your cocks and grab your socks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 23:23:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay&nbsp; <strong>:Location</strong><br>Erich<strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>She stumbles forward and into his arms, her firm breasts pressing against his chest and she is a deep red when she feels his muscles play under his thin clothing. She staggers a little as her arms go around his waist for support, her legs straddling one of his so that her heated and moist crotch is pressed firmly against his hairy leg. Her arousal making her shorts damp and she quickly staggers back with a long stream of "oops sorry Sir, lost my footing. Sorry sorry"<br><br>Of course she cant go very far since the lift is so tiny and in order to maintain balance she lets her arms still hold the much larger man tightly as the fatigue of the day is starting to set in and her legs are bit wobbly, of course being near this hunk of a man has nothing to do with any weakness of the knees. "shouti" she starts and then hears him use the intercom and she again turns a furious red at his language.<br><br>"uh hu.. whats going on Sir?" she asks softly, and then realize that she still has her arm around his waist and pulls it away and crosses both arms behind her back to keep them out of the way. Something that pushes her breasts out further, and the two hard nubs struggle against the well worn fabric. "I should probably take a quick shower before then Sir, I am.. quite sticky"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 03:02:28</strong>
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				Walter raises a brow as Maho blabbers on about sparring him unarmed. Finally he cracks a smile and gives a loud thunderclap of a HAH!<br><br>"Very funny, Maho, thought of that all yourself did you? I'll have you know you don't earn the Rasalhague Street Fighting Badge in a 'Mech. Bare hands and dirty fighting is my weapon of choice."<br><br>It came natural that you had to abandon your 'Mech every once in a while, and Walter had tried it out in the middle of urban combat. Since there was no pickup to be had he instead joined a shock infantry group to make his way back towards the headquarters. Fighting house to house with nothing more than a heavy SMG and the limbs you were born with for three weeks earned him some honorable merits from the footsloggers as well as some respect for the common infantry man.<br><br>"And i'm just a little shocked in the head is all, nothing wrong with my flesh and bones. I think I can keep fit anyway. But you seem to be a little thin on the other hand, perhaps you could use the sparring!"<br><br>He poked Maho in her ribs and pinched her cheeks with a wide grin. A loud yawn ambushed him out of nowhere and he stretched a little.<br><br>"Yikes. Uhm, I'll have to disappear for a while, sign some stuff before I go to bed. I''ll see you all tomorrow."<br><br>He scurried away towards his quarters. It was partially true that he had a lot of papers to read and sign. But really he was starting to feel the weight of the day crashing down upon him. Even so he made his way back to his bunk and brought out the documents that Perkins had compiled. As Erich's call-out came over the inter-comm he had to give another heavy sigh. The day wasn't done yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 04:20:14</strong>
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				"How careless of me," Yamina said as her deliberately deceptive path through the dark corridors of the DropShip brought them outside the hatch to her corridor.&nbsp; Yamina palmed it open, then smacked it hard with the heel of her hand when it stuck.&nbsp; The DropShip was much, much older than she and sometimes things needed a little persuasion.&nbsp; "This isn't the way to the Mess.&nbsp; It's my bunk," she said and turned to smile at Hiro. "How ever could I have brought you here instead of reporting to the Mess early for Erich's discussion?&nbsp; Very, very careless of me indeed, Hiro."&nbsp; <br><br>Yamina leaned back against the bulkhead outside her bunk, shoulders pressed into it but ass not quite touching.&nbsp; It pushed her hips out towards Hiro and made her back arch like a cat's.&nbsp; Yamina rested her hands behind her back.&nbsp; "Can you ever forgive me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 04:49:35</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside Yamina's bunk<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br>I had a feeling that Yamina had been watching me with the children.&nbsp; We had very different approaches to the same problem, but in the end we complemented each other perfectly and all the kids were safe, sound, sane and asleep.<br><br>She seemed to have that look in her eye, the look she had when we were outside her <em>Locust</em>.<br><br><strong>"It depends.&nbsp; It depends on how much you can show me how truly sorry you are.&nbsp; And it depends on how well you take your punishment for your deed."</strong><br><br>I put my hands on her hips.&nbsp; She was pushing them at me, and they were begging to be handled.&nbsp; I put some pressure on them, so they were backed against the surface behind her, trapping her hands against her butt.&nbsp; I leaned in and kissed her, one hand going up her stomach between her breasts and to her chin.&nbsp; I held her face, tilting it up to my mouth as I slipped my tongue between her lips.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 09:59:12</strong>
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				<br>Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Crew Showers/ "Talking" to Lilly<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br>Ranna felt Lilly's hand grab the back of her head as her tongue lightly brushed the full engorged nub.&nbsp; Her lips followed her tongue lightly sucking the soft piece of flesh into her mouth as Lilly's hips moved with wild purpose to drive her hips deeper into Ranna's mouth.&nbsp; She could feel the slick moisture from Lilly on her chin and lips.&nbsp; She savored the sweet tang of the other woman's juices as her tongue teased the outer edges of her lips only dipping in far enough to pull some of the sweet tangy juice into her mouth.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>One of Ranna's hands was on her slick wet lips, her palm pressed against her clit as she enjoyed hearing Lilly's moans of pleasure echo from the walls of the shower.&nbsp; Her body tingled at the musty aroma of their mingling sex mixed in with the freshness of warm water.&nbsp; Her other hand slid down Lilly's soft body from her breasts, along her stomach, across and around her hips until she felt the soft pliable flesh of Lilly's butt in her hand.&nbsp; Her fingers finding the crease between her cheeks, she slid her hand down until a finger lightly brushed the soft puckered hole.&nbsp; Pulling towards her mouth with Lilly's cheek in her hand and her finger pressed against the soft wet hole,&nbsp;Lilly's eager sex&nbsp;filled her mouth as the woman tried pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust of her hips.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>"Ohhh my god,&nbsp;yessss!&nbsp; Uunnnghhh...Don't&nbsp;stop..."</em><br>&nbsp;<br>Ranna felt Lilly's hand shift intensity on her hair as she touched certain places on her sex.&nbsp; Smiling between licks at the moans and grunts and thrusts, Ranna used her hand on Lilly's butt to pull the woman's hips more forward and up, giving her full access to the red needy lips.&nbsp; Her mouth closed over everything she could cover as her tongue worked deep into the fleshy canal.&nbsp; The lusciously thick and sweet juice Lilly was putting out now coated Ranna's tongue and mingled with the saliva in her mouth as she swallowed every drop her tongue could pulll in.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>Ranna's desire grew with each thrust or the woman's hips, each time her tongue slid across the fleshy treat, each time Lilly's moan filled her ears.&nbsp; Her own lust was overflowing as the scent of Lilly's excitement filled her nose and each drop slid down her hungry tongue.&nbsp; Ranna's moans from her own fingers began to match Lilly's rhythm as she tried to drive her tongue deeper and deeper, sucking as much of the woman's warm lips into her mouth.&nbsp; Ranna didn't realize how much she had needed this but now that she has it, she didn't want anything to stop it.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>"All mechwarriors, join me in the mess at 2100.&nbsp; You have one hour to drop your cocks and grab your socks."</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 19:53:41</strong>
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				Walter could be such a glorious bastard sometimes. Every time she went in for a jab, he turned things around on her. She respected that kind of wit and quick-thinking. Though, she didn't really feel like pinching her cheeks was necessary. As he left the girl rubbed her reddened cheeks.<br><strong><br>"Enjoy your nap, sir. Us people who aren't old fogeys will enjoy having reliable bladders, and not needing to sleep all the time."</strong><br><br>It wasn't her best barb, but hey, she wasn't that witty. Maho left soon after to go find something to do, but ended up detouring when the message to the mechwarriors came over the intercom system. Luckily she was close to the mess hall, so she ended up being the first one in. Early, but hey, she was getting a little hungry. Gave her some time to slip into the kitchen of the mess and get domestic. After all, when you invest money in real food with quality ingredients, you learn how to cook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 12:04:48</strong>
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				A little mew of pleasure flowed from Yamina's mouth into Hiro's when he opened it with his own.&nbsp; As his hand snaked across her skin, it shivered like that of a skittish mare eager to take her rider for a wild gallop.&nbsp; Yamina tried to pull her hands free, but Hiro pressed her more firmly against the wall when she did, exerting control and oozing confidence like a warrior should.&nbsp; She shivered, but it was a delicious one and not a fearful one.&nbsp; Giving in, Yamina fell into the kiss, accepting Hiro's tongue in her mouth and loving it with her own.&nbsp; He tasted like a man, mouth and breath not sweet like hers but just as pleasant.&nbsp; The pressure of his hand on her neck and chin was a constant reminder of his control and she responded to his direction.&nbsp; Tension fell out of her shoulders.<br><br>"Punishment?" she asked when Hiro let her up for air.&nbsp; "So you won't let me simply say I'm sorry?"&nbsp; Yamina knew the answer already, and so did Hiro, but the game had to play out.&nbsp; She wanted it to play out.&nbsp; Yamina turned her head down suddenly, causing Hiro's hand to slide up her jaw and along the side of her face.&nbsp; She captured one of his fingers between her teeth and nipped at it before sliding it into her mouth.&nbsp; Yamina turned her eyes towards Hiro's as she slowly slid her mouth down on his finger all the way to the last knuckle, then brought it back up and kissed the tip.&nbsp; Yamina let it draw her bottom lip out until it slipped off and Hiro's damp finger rested on the point of her chin.&nbsp; "I'm really good at saying I'm sorry," she hinted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 22:48:03</strong>
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				Erich chuckled and waved at Miyoko as he left the 'mech bay, deliberately not answering her inquiry about what the meeting was for. Instead, he headed to his room where he took the time to indulge in a luxury only officers gained on a dropship; a sink in his room. Washing his face and hands, he took the time to check what little remained of his hair; the rigors of being a mechwarrior kept his hair close-cropped, though he did groom the neat beard he also sported, more grey than dark brown as he aged.<br><br>Toweling his face off, he changed from his service togs into a pair of camo pants and a black t-shirt, before heading from his room, up one deck to the ship's mess. Looking around, He nodded slightly, then raised an eyebrow as he saw Maho in the small kitchen, likely cooking up something Kuritan, like raw fish on cooked vegetables or some such. Sitting down at one of the three large tables, he pulled his datapad from a pocket and read to himself, waiting for the rest of the company to show up.<br><br>Only after the entire company arrived did he look the group over. "Well, kids. Due to Walt having his brains scrambled by Neurofeedback, he's on extended medical leave. So, I'm stuck babysitting all of you. First off, we're short two mechs for a full company, so you're being Rearranged into two reinforced lances. Command and Assault will be Myself, Alroy, Elisa, Graff and Lily. In case you guys can't count, the Lightest 'mech in the lance weighs 65 tons, so it's very much an 'Anvil' lance; recon's job is to find the enemy, then run like their collective ass is on fire so we can flatten them. Understood? Graff, you, Elisa, and Lily are faster than Alroy's and my own 'mechs; you guys will generally be doing your best to flank any enemy forces, but when push comes to shove, plant yourself and rely on volume of fire. Remember, no plan survives contact, so be flexible; If you think you can do something I didn't think of, say so."<br><br>He turned, looking at the five warriors he hadn't named. "Maho, You're recon lead. You have three lights, and two Medium 'bodyguard' 'Mechs to pull you out of the fire you so often find yourself in. I expect the five of you to train together at every opportunity on how to work together, and how to cover each other's weaknesses. This means no more pulling lone-wolf stunts. I'm putting a lot of trust in you for this, kiddo, so don't disappoint me. Hiro, I checked the battleroms of your action against those armoured infantry. I don't know whether to congratulate you, or yell at you. You killed at least one soldier and scattered at least five others, but you put yourself and your 'mech at dangerous risks to do so. Yamina; You've proven you can make that locust dance; keep doing stuff like that and I might be able to twist Perkins arm into giving you something with more punch and intel-gathering ability, such as a Raven."<br><br>Stretching slightly, he looked at the company that was now his. "Now, I bet you kids are full of questions, comments, snark, and so on, so ask away. Oh, wakeup is at 0500 tomorrow, sphere-standard time. I'm going to drill into your heads how to react to anti-mech infantry. Here's a hint; walking into walls? Not smart."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 00:25:19</strong>
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				Graff didn't know what was going on, actually at this moment Graff didn't know much of anything.&nbsp; One minute he was falling into bed with Elisa the next he was in the briefing room with Erich talking, he barely understood what was happening and couldn't really put much together in his present condition.&nbsp; Cold and confused once Erich stopped talking and it seemed to be over Graff somehow made it back to his room to sleep off the rest of the night.&nbsp; Downing a bottle of water the collapses once again knowing that he would have to wake up at some time with a 5 in it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 02:25:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay, shower and mess hall <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>As Erich saunters off without explaining anything in that infuriating male way Miyoko cant help but chuckle to herself, "I need a shower, ice cold." she mumbles to herself and heads to her little "room" to grab some fresh clothes and a towel along with her shampoos and soaps. As she throws the towel over her shoulder she can't help but think about what he told her concerning talking to Percy's girlfriend to get some tips on how to feel more confident and be more.. well sexy. She still doesn't think she can ever be even half as lovely as any of the other women, but perhaps she can polish up a little. Might make her feel a little better after all, she opens the door to the showers and is hit by the wave of steam. The evidence that someone took a very long shower in deed, she quickly peels off her sweaty clothes and steps under the shower head with a little whimper of delight. Glad to have the shower to herself, she so hates when someone else enters being rather shy for a mech warrior. Of course had she been a little earlier the shower wouldn't have been empty at all, but as it is she just missed the two ladies. Slowly she tilts her head up and lets the water cascade down her body as she leans back against the tiled wall, today's events starting to really take its toll on her and she doesn't understand how they can have the energy to go have sex as well. While she never done it she is sure it is very exhausting, from what she has seen.. it sure seems so!<br><br>She works up a large amount of lather and start working it into her skin while the warm water soothes the aching muscles, as her hands slowly roam over her perky breasts she cant help but let out a loud gasp from the pleasure that shoots through her. She quickly looks around and sees no one, though to be fair with the mist in here someone could very well stand there and watch as she for the first time really starts to explore her body. Fingertips gently teasing the nipples by running along the side pressing in ever so slightly, her thighs grinding against each other as the pleasure slowly builds inside of her from her inexperienced but gentle touch. Slowly trailing her left hand down over her slender tummy and down to grip her bare sex gently, she isn't sure what to do but figuring if rubbing her nipples feels good.. So she presses her palm against her outer lips and slowly rubs them back and fourth letting them stimulate her clit. Her breathing picking up in intensity and she can't help but let out a loud groan of pleasure as her muscles twitch gently from the touch. Her eyelids closing as both hands slowly circle around and around, teasing the nipples and her trembling little clit that shyly is poking out of its fleshy home. One finger slowly pushing in between the lips to run over her soft folds and she lets it tease slightly against her opening, feeling what seems to be a wall of bone she cracks an eye open and gazes down but of course cant see anything. "hmm that's odd.. wonder.." she mumbles to herself and works the finger in a little deeper. Finding that if she presses down then all of a sudden her finger just vanishes inside and she lets out a loud whimper and almost loses her balance. "oh.. goodness" letting the finger work faster in and out as she pictures her dream man in front of her and imagines it is him working in&nbsp; and out of her, her body squirming against the wall and her breathing picking up with each breath she takes. "oh.. so good" her muffled voice thick with lust and she starts rocking her hips against her hand, teeth biting down on her lower lip to quiet herself in case someone walks by outside. "oh.. oh..it..feels" she whimpers to herself and then her eyes flies open as every muscle in her body tightens up painfully and she lets out a cry when the orgasm rushes through her body releasing each muscle in turn making her spasm and lose her footing and falls down with a dull thud on her shapely ass on the hard floor.<br><br>She sits there blinking in confusion&nbsp; for a bit before she starts laughing like a maniac, "so that is what it feels like, minus the.. ouch.. my ass" she slowly gets up on her shaky feet rubbing her aching behind. "that hurt" a quick look at the time has her frantically washing off the sweat and toweling off, she does note how incredibly sensitive her nipples seem to be now and it actually hurts as the soft towel brushes over them. She tugs on a new pair of shorts and a shirt and then with her bag of toiletries in hand she rushes down the corridors to fly through the doors to the mess hall just as Erich starts speaking and she sinks breathlessly down in a chair to listen.<br><br>She raises her hand slowly when he asks if anyone has any questions. "Sir, two questions Sir. One, did the medics say when they expect him to recover, or even if? And second, can we expect to get two more mechs in so we are at full strength again Sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 12:56:07</strong>
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				Elisa looked both tired and happy at the same time as she entered the mess hall, her hair more scruffed up and tangled then usual but some of the weariness that she had been feeling had been lifted form her shoulders. She’d quietly slipped out of Graf’s room once the pair of them were finished, and had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t remember a thing. <em>Pity; it was actually a fun night</em>, she told herself, smiling inwardly as she took her seat.<br><br>She listened through Erich’s report, taking it in as she spared the occasional glance around the room at the others. “Will we be looking for anything in specific in the replacements?” Elisa asked, her tone curious. “Specific roles, specialties, ‘Mech types or the like? Or, for that matter, specific backgrounds or areas of expertise, or specific experiences?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 16:17:35</strong>
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				"Very good question Elisa."<br><br>Perkins stood in the doorway into the messhall, sipping on his fourth cup of coffee for the evening. Helping around on the command bridge was harder work than one would think, especially if you still behaved like a DropShip-commander. There was a bit of stubble on his usually clean shaven chin and the grey streaks at his temple looked a little ruffled. In his other hand there was a file, one of the yellow ones with a big red BRIEFING across it. Cliche as hell, but the man liked to hold it a waist height just to see everyone's eyes dart towards his crotch.<br><br>"How about a Capellan military hardware engineer who was financed to design a tactically diverse Cataphract model before he even was evaluated for citizenship? A little fellah that at the age of thirteen built his own small laser and after having tested it decided to upgrade it to pulse just for the heck of it. A now 26 year old engineering genius who could quite possibly be able to recreate that little marvel we got down in the bay right now. And to think that the Capellans are about to make him a servitor. Such waste, don't you think?"<br><br>He walked up to the others and threw the file over to Erich before he had a seat next to Graff, had a whiff of the boy and shifted the chair a bit closer to Miyoko.<br><br>"He's quite a pilot as well, he never trusted any of his prototypes to be ridden by some roughneck mercenaries, pardon the expression. Perhaps not the most experienced, but a potential. Sadly he has a 'degenerate mindset' that would have made him a normal person in any other place than the Capellan Confederation. Brainwashed like all of them, just that he has a way of expressing himself that the govies doesn't take too kindly to. So instead of seeing him go to waste in servitorship he hired the company to bust him out of Capellan space. Since he has no money of his own I suggested he work the expenses off."<br><br>He sipped his coffee and smiled wide.<br><br>"I mean, no one here has an overabundance of sympathy for the Capellan Confederation right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 14:17:42</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside Yamina's bunk<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br>I felt her shudder and shiver against me, a reaction I savored.&nbsp; Yamina was a Mechwarrior, and she was the real deal - cool under fire and calm in the storm.&nbsp; Even though I was only slightly taller than her, both of us knew I'd be able to overpower if I wanted to.&nbsp; And I wanted to.&nbsp; But she could hold her own, and I knew that the fear-like response to my kiss on her soft lips was a mirror of the desire I was feeling for her myself.<br><br><em><strong>"Punishment?&nbsp; So you won't let me simply say I'm sorry?"</strong></em><br><br><strong>"No, 'Either-as-it-pleases-you,'"</strong> I replied.&nbsp; I slipped in my little nickname for her that I made up during our first campfire conversation, the one we had before she led me to her <em>Locust</em>.&nbsp; After we got each other off and fought at each others' side and babysat together, it seemed like we had been through a lot as a pair even though it was only the span of a few hours.<br><br><strong>"...That is <em>simply</em> not going... to... suffice..."</strong><br><br>What she did in response with her mouth on my finger slowly rendered me speechless.&nbsp; I could only watch as she gently dug her teeth into the tip of my finger.&nbsp; I held it still as her lips closed up around it.&nbsp; I felt her tongue pressed up against the tip of it inside her mouth.&nbsp; Her eyes went from partially closed to wide open as she watched my reaction, my eyebrows raising, my jaw dropping, my breath holding.<br><br>My finger slowly disappeared within the depths of her oral cavity.&nbsp; Gentle sucking pulled my finger in deeper.&nbsp; A slight leaning of her head forward got more inside.&nbsp; She parted her lips to breath around my digit, but wrapped her lips around my second knuckle.&nbsp; <br><br>Now the flat of her tongue was pressed up against the underside of my finger.&nbsp; Still taking more of me, her lips hit the last knuckle, then reached out, taking as much as possible.&nbsp; My fingertip was in the back of her throat.&nbsp; She gagged a bit, and her eyes glistened as they watered with the release of tears.&nbsp; I saw her throat rise and fall as I felt it close up around my fingertip as she swallowed.<br><br>She slowly pulled her head back, her cheeks concave with suction.&nbsp; I watched her bottom lip get tugged down before resting on her chin.&nbsp; My finger was covered in her saliva now, a string of drool hanging from the back of her throat, through her open mouth, along the length of my finger, to my knuckle.<br><br><em><strong>"I'm really good at saying I'm sorry."</strong></em><br><br>I finally took a breath, a deep one, and smiled slightly.&nbsp; But I made my face go back to controlled and serious.<br><br><strong>"You're really good at saying lots of things, 'my-little-pleasing-one,' but I have a feeling you will be showing me how sorry you <em>really</em> are by doing <em>other</em> things with that pretty mouth of yours <em>besides</em> apologizing.&nbsp; But that won't be until after I've <em>punished</em> you."</strong><br><br>I took my finger from her chin and placed my hands on her waist, pulling her away from the wall and turning her around.&nbsp; My hands went up her back, giving her a squeeze between each shoulder and her neck, then using the pressure to guide her into her room.&nbsp; <br><br>After I stepped in behind her, I took one hand and grabbed a fistful of silky white hair on the back of her head.&nbsp; My other hand went down her spine to squeeze her ass, then went to the panel to close the door to her room.<br><br>The hand on her hair moved to squeeze her ass, while the one on the panel gave it a persuasive smack to make the door close.&nbsp; It was a foreshadowing of just the kind of punishment I had in mind for her.<br><br>The door closed with a hiss, giving us privacy and signaling the beginning of a nice little session.&nbsp; We had time to kill, and I was going to make it worthwhile for now but leave her hungry for more.<br><br>Standing behind her, I pulled her into me, letting her feel how big and hard she made me.&nbsp; My teeth found the side of her neck as my hands went around her waist.&nbsp; My hands reached up and cupped her breasts as I nibbled her ear and sniffed her hair.&nbsp; Then my fingers left her nipples and started undoing her pants.<br><br><strong>"You're a bad girl, 'pleasing-one.'&nbsp; You think you can get away with this?&nbsp; With teasing me?&nbsp; With driving me wild?&nbsp; You think you can ask me to lie with you tonight, and then lead me to your bunk before we can, and use that pretty mouth on my finger in such a flirty, seductive way?&nbsp; You feel how hard I am for you now?&nbsp; And we have only an hour?&nbsp; You're so naughty, and naughty girls like you need to be reminded what happens when you do things like that to someone like me."</strong><br><br>I slid her pants down her thighs, exposing her from her waist to her knees.&nbsp; I stepped back to admire her rear with my eyes, then squeezed her bare bottom with my bare hands.<br><br>Taking her wrist, I brought her over to her bed and sat on it, then positioned her over my knee.&nbsp; My erection pressed against her stomach, one of my hands and pushed down her lower back, and my other hand went to her ass.&nbsp; I gave the cheek a squeeze and a caress, then raked my nails over the skin before bringing my hand down hard for a loud spank.&nbsp; The hand on her lower back went to her hair, tugging it up so I could hear her.<br><br><strong>"How's that, my little pleasure girl?&nbsp; Are you still going to tease me tonight?&nbsp; Have you learned your lesson for now?&nbsp; Or at least until tomorrow?"</strong><br><br>My spanking hand went to the other side of her butt, squeezing, caressing, scratching, but not spanking again yet, waiting for a response of some kind from her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 14:53:41</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The mess hall<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Mechwarriors of the company<br><br>I almost couldn't keep the smile off my face.&nbsp; My little one hour session with Yamina before the meeting in the mess hall went so well.&nbsp; After I gave her bottom a spanking for being so temptuous, I had her demonstrate what she could do with her mouth on an organ besides my finger.&nbsp; <br><br>She was good, really good, with her hands and lips and tongue and throat, and I almost fed her a mouthful of cum, but I managed to keep it together long enough to bend her over the edge of her mattress and pin her wrists behind her lower back.&nbsp; I grabbed an article of clothing and tied her up, then slid my cockhead up and down her slit until she whimpered.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, I thrust deep inside her, impaling her hungry pussy with my aching cock.&nbsp; Just like last time, she came hard and fast, and then I came inside her.&nbsp; I was still hard, so I stayed inside her as we spooned on her bed.&nbsp; When it was time for the meeting, we got dressed.<br><br>***<br><br><em><strong>"Hiro, I checked the battleroms of your action against those armoured infantry. I don't know whether to congratulate you, or yell at you. You killed at least one soldier and scattered at least five others, but you put yourself and your 'mech at dangerous risks to do so. </strong></em><br><br>I snapped out of reliving the memory and addressed the new company commander.<br><br><strong>"With all due respect, Erich, I think congratulations are in order.&nbsp; Watching the feeds myself, I saw that the instincts I had worked out well.<br><br>"One, using hands to remove Battlearmor was effective.&nbsp; They may be able to get a good grip to hold themselves on a mech, but it's not possible for them to stay on when they're getting pulled off.<br><br>"Two, using jump jets was viable in shaking them off.&nbsp; Sudden, jerky changes of direction worked out for detachment.<br><br>"Three, the flamer was effective for making them run, and a laser to the back worked for finishing one off.&nbsp; A couple of shots with short range weapons is just as good as a big blast.<br><br>"Four, they may be armored, but they're going to get crushed under even the lightest of mechs.<br><br>"Individually, these things are evasive from afar and brutal up close, but they can only have one advantage or the other.&nbsp; If they're on you en masse, you're probably best off keeping them at a distance.&nbsp; They're quick and agile and jump-capable, but they're not fast in terms of covering a lot of distance in a short amount of time.&nbsp; They're great for ambushes up close, but particle projector cannon fodder at range.<br><br>"For mechs without hands or jump jets, I think hitting the ground and rolling around may work.&nbsp; At least, that's if there isn't another mech like mine to peel them off you.<br><br>"Finally, I think using weapons that can be 'swept' from side to side between multiple targets, like machine guns, flamers and pulse lasers, would work well.&nbsp; I'd be interested in swapping out the medium laser and flamer of my <em>Spider</em> for a medium pulse laser, a pair of small pulse lasers, or a trio of machine guns with a half-ton of ammo."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:30:23</strong>
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				When Yamina sat, it was with caution.&nbsp; <br><br>Hiro had worn her out, imparted a delicious ache to her bottom that mirrored the one inside her.&nbsp; He'd been rough and firm and controlling, and she'd found it sexy as anything she'd ever done.&nbsp; Hiro had struck her, physically spanked her, and she should have been furious with him.&nbsp; Instead, Yamina felt conflicted and a little ashamed.&nbsp; It had been a surprise, a shock really, but she hadn't fought back even when it became clear what was going to happen.&nbsp; The fist in her hair hurt, but it also made her so slippery that she was surprised Hiro didn't comment on it when he'd pulled her panties off.&nbsp; <br><br>It had been very shameful being over his knee, like a child, with her bare ass up in the air exposed to him and her head down low like a supplicant.&nbsp; So why had it felt so good, made her so squirmy?&nbsp; True, the actual spanking part had hurt, but each blow drove something more than his hand into her.&nbsp; Every spank made her excited, made her feel like she was helpless and had no control.&nbsp; That had been a huge turn on.&nbsp; It wasn't sex, it was sex and something else.<br><br>Yamina didn't quite know what had happened, but she'd been pliant in Hiro's arms and for once hadn't tried to direct sex.&nbsp; She was merely a vessel, a toy, to be used by him.&nbsp; <br><br>She found herself looking at him frequently, then looking away.&nbsp; This wasn't how it was supposed to be.&nbsp; Sex between warriors was just that, sex.&nbsp; This was something else.<br><br>Something deliciously wrong.<br><br>"Kagekaze performed better than the majority of the unit when confronted with the unique challenge the armored suits presented," Yamina chimed in.&nbsp; Her tone was professional, not accusatory or congratulatory.&nbsp; "A MechWarrior's duty is to put themselves at risk, and Kagekaze did as much as he had to and no more," she continued.&nbsp; "Given that none of us had ever faced this situation before, in battle or in training, his performance was well above what could be expected.&nbsp; He and his 'Mech are functional and his gunnery was on target."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 08:40:11</strong>
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				Maho had been . . . well . . REALLY quiet. There was no snarking or sniping, she hadn't said anything about her apparent promotion, and she didn't even make a comment about how she'd fought against the Elementals. Considering that she was eating what looked and smelled like genuine beefsteak, it was understandable. Ever since leaving the Combine, she'd learned to appreciate foods from other cultures . . and a proper steak was one of them. <br><br><strong>"This engineer, sounds like an absolute win for the corps. What's the catch, other than having to enter Capellan territory for this? I assume stealth will be necessary, otherwise we'll be dealing with some rather unpleasant numbers"</strong><br><br>Stealth in battlemechs was always an amusing thought, considering they were giant frickin' robots. It wasn't impossible, but it was infinitely more easy to mess up to a catastrophic effect than sneaking around outside of your 'mech.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 13:07:46</strong>
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				As she looked down at Ranna and watched as the woman devoured and tongue-fucked her cunt, Lilly couldn't even remember the last time that she'd felt so horny and excited. She gladly complied with everything that the woman wanted to do to her, allowing her hips to be pulled forward so that the redhead had even better access to her throbbing sex and whimpering gleefully when a finger found its way to her ass. That was always a sure-fire way to drive Lilly wild, and this was certainly no exception.<br><br>The countless nerve endings in and around her anus tingled vividly from her lover's touch and caused even more pleasure to lance through her body. It was a slightly different sensation than what she'd already been experiencing courtesy of Ranna's mouth and tongue, but that only made it feel all the more potent since the combination was incredible. Overcome with lust, Lilly ripped her hand away from her breast and slammed her palm hard against the wall and pushed back against Ranna's finger momentarily, begging her to go further before starting to thrust her hips forwards again, grinding her dripping folds against Ranna's heavenly mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>A high-pitched squeal filled the shower when the tip of the redhead's finger finally pushed its way through the opening of Lilly's tight little pucker, pushing her way over the edge and making her climax almost instantly. Instinctively, she pulled Ranna forward even harder than before and her thighs clenched around the woman's head, smothering her and making it impossible to breathe while Lilly's juices flooded her mouth. The pink haired nymph's muscles locked up when she reached her peak, right before her legs, her stomach and especially the inner walls of her vagina began to contract rhythmically as the massive excess of tension was finally expelled.<br><br>Her face contorted in agonizingly sweet pleasure, she got up on the tips of her toes while her orgasm ran its course and then slowly slid back down a few inches along the wall, panting, purring and giggling uncontrollably. She felt lightheaded and her eyes looked a bit glazed over as if she were out of it for a few seconds while she and Ranna both caught their breaths, but then they were suddenly wide open and sharp again, still burning with the same lust as before as they bore into the redhead hungrily. <br><br>Lilly let herself continue to slide down until she was on her knees, putting her on the same level as Ranna. She practically pounced on the woman like a sex-craved fiend, embracing and stealing yet another long, passionate kiss, this time eagerly lapping away at her own wetness which she could taste on Ranna's lips and tongue. The kiss was short but sweet, interrupted when Lilly pulled away and took a page out of the other woman's book, pushing her into a sitting position as she retook control. In her head she tried to string a few words together, but all that came out was an eager growl.<br><br>She got into a similar position and passed a leg over one of Ranna's and the other one under before scooting closer, close enough for their vulvas to touch. The shower happened to be raining water down right between them, making the contact even wetter and more slippery than it already was as Lilly propped herself up on an elbow while using her free hand to grab Ranna's hip. She pulled the luscious vixen in even closer and began gyrating her hips at an urgent but constant tempo so that Ranna could easily catch on and join her. <br><br>Wanting to make Ranna cum her brains out just like she had, Lilly did her best to angle herself so that their clits in particular were grinding against each other the whole time. Unsurprisingly, Lilly was getting off on it as well. The deep and increasingly desperate moans escaping her throat certainly left no doubt about that.<br><br>"UunnngghHHH, fuck! Come on baby, I want you to cum for me! <em>Allez</em>!! Oooohhhh GOD! I'm so close..." she whimpered the last few words, sounding as if she were in pain, but of course they both knew better.<br><br><hr><br>Erich hadn't announced anything particularly surprising or unexpected at the meeting that he'd called. Graff being relieved of his title of recon lance leader and being shuffled over to the assault lance was little less than a formality after what had been said during the earlier debrief, so that certainly didn't shock anyone. Lilly didn't think any less of him for it. It made more sense to have him in the assault lance anyways, and it wasn't like he'd wanted to lead the recon lance in the first place. Had she been thrown into the same position, Lilly doubted that she'd have done any better.<br><br>On the other hand, she was losing more and more respect for Hiro with every word that he spoke. He seemed like a pretty cool dude before, but now he was just coming off like an arrogant and pompous dick, not to mention that he was pretty much just stating the obvious while he was at it. Needless to say that it wasn't very cute. It was a good thing that Lilly was feeling refreshed, relaxed and in an overall good mood after her time in the showers with Ranna since that allowed her to refrain from inviting him to shut up. Part of her wanted to, but an even bigger part of her was getting sick of listening to people disagree and argue over just about everything, so it would have been quite hypocritical for her to add more fuel to the fire.<br><br>She focused on inspecting her nails very carefully while Hiro got through his painful monologue devoted to stroking his own ego just to give herself something to do other than listening to him, a strategy which only proved mildly successful. By the time that Yamina popped in to add her two cents as well, Lilly couldn't help but roll her eyes. It seemed so disingenuous for her to act as if she was completely neutral and unbiased, even calling Hiro by his last name as if that would help sell it when everyone knew that there was something going on between them. In Lilly's opinion, they were both completely missing the point, which was that <em>all</em> of them could have done better than they did, not debating who did better than whom, but it was <em>whatever</em>. She wasn't going to waste the energy to get involved. <br><br>Sighing softly to herself, she brought a hand to her face and rubbed her eyes slowly, trying to clear her head of all the nonsense. Hopefully this was the last goddamn meeting, briefing or whatever the fuck else of the day because she was getting really tired of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 13:59:22</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The mess hall<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Mechwarriors of the company<br><br>I kept my eyes on the information being presented and whomever was speaking.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, I could practically feel Yamina look at me for a moment, then movw her eyes down or to the side.&nbsp; Her cheeks had a nice blush to it, a shade of pink that matched the way her bottom looked after I had my way with her in her bunk.&nbsp; I may have been a little hard on her, but we were having so much fun together that endorphins were flooding our bodies and any pain felt like pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>It was when those neurochemicals wore off that the aches set in, and the way Yamina squirmed in her chair was a signal that her ass was reminding the rest of her body of our recent time together.<br><br>I had definitely noticed the wet spot in her underwear when I took them off earlier.&nbsp; Although I didn't say anything about them at the time, I had her put them back on for the briefing.&nbsp; Her panties were hot and wet when they came off and cool and damp when they got back on.&nbsp; Still, I imagined that her pussy was getting all steamy and ready to be filled after the briefing was over, making the gusset against her sex even slicker than before.<br><br>I listened to Yamina's comments, which got translated in my mind.&nbsp; I imagined that the comments she made on my performance had to do with our shared intimate moments in bed instead of our common exploits on the battlefield.<br><br>This was very different from my old unit.&nbsp; Everyone had to fend for themselves, and if you didn't speak up about your own exploits and accomplishments, no one would.&nbsp; If anything, criticisms of each other during debriefings were common, and sometimes they even came from sex partners.&nbsp; <br><br>While I was expecting some members of the company to make barbs and zingers that put down my performance while aggrandizing the assessments of my critics, having Yamina compliment me was certainly refreshing.&nbsp; I just hoped that the experiences I was providing her were just as pleasurable as hearing her voice speak favorably of me.&nbsp; I found her paying me a compliment was contagious, and gave some of my own.<br><br><strong>"I appreciate that, Yamina.&nbsp; I just happened to have just the right mech to handle that kind of enemy on my own.&nbsp; Others fared well.&nbsp; For example, both Maho and Lily used their long range missiles in a clever way, using the splash from direct fire to knock the battle armor off their feet.&nbsp; Still, the best thing to do is keep our heads, follow orders, and stay close together when dealing with these things, like a bunch of gorillas picking bugs out of each others' fur.&nbsp; Despite the success of some of us, the probability of all of us going down was high without support from <em>The Bastion</em>."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 15:47:59</strong>
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				Erich interjected quietly, but harshly. "And that is the point you so solvently made, Hiro; you broke off from your own lance to attack, solo, a force of unknown capability and quantity; if there had been a Buldog tank in support, you would have eaten a faceful of SRMs and a Large laser, instead of getting away with only light armour damage. The fact that this... 'Clan' was so overconfident as to attack a short company of 'mechs leaning towards the assault size, with only twenty-five troopers, regardless of how advanced their technology or armour is, is one of several reasons we got away with the only actual internal damage being a few heat sinks with bad coolant lines slagging themselves, and Walt getting rattled like a pea in a steel can. If you had followed your own advice, as provided by hindsight, you would have broken away from the fight and provided flanking fire to support your lancemates. But, that's in the past, and I'm too old to get into a proteacted shouting match over this."<br><br>He turned, looking at Yamina; the Locust pilot was fidgeting in her seat, and it was clear that the two recon lance pilots had been doing more than discussing tactics together. "The Majority of the unit followed orders and disengaged from the ambush in good order, laying down heavy fire to prevent any follow-up attacks. Those that were unable to, or incapable of disengaging, also performed admirably, as shown by the facts that Walt is still alive, and some ninety percent of the damage sustained was to armour plate."<br><br>He looked over the rest of the company, then pinched the bridge of his nose, staving off a headache. "Perkins; thanks for the dossier; we're going to have to pore over the databanks on the planet we're visitng too, so we can come up with some decent ideas about how to extract this engineer, and possibly his 'mech, once we arrive. Everyone else; remember this. I'm not trying to single you out because I'm a harsh old bastard that hates everyone, or because I'm the only Steiner national here, and a full half of you lot are Dracs. I have seen too many young guns get confident, start bragging, and get blown up to want to see you kids go through the same. That's why I'm going to make you suffer through the same training in regards to anti-mech infantry until I am certain that you could escape any point-blank range ambush with only your pride in tatters. I'm not in this for pep talks, or making you kids feel good about yourselves. I'm here to keep you alive, and as long as you listen to me, there's a very good chance that you'll be able to enter the 'Old mechwarrior Retirement Home' on your own two feet, instead of on stumps."<br><br>He swept his dark gaze across the room, looking at each Mechwarrior in turn, as if searching for understanding in their eyes or faces. "Meeting adjourned. Go get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 16:17:13</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Crew Mess Hall<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br>Ranna began to drip with lust as Lilly's body broke into an explosion of ecstasy.&nbsp; Hearing the woman's wails of agony and pleasure echo off the wall and feeling her braced against the wall, her legs fighting to support her weight and push the tension out; Ranna's body grew closer and closer to her own release, needing only the right catalyst.<br><br>Lilly's body was that catalyst.&nbsp; Finally coming down from her sky rocket into space, Lilly's forceful turn of control drew the excitement out of Ranna while the feel of the woman's slick cum covered lips pressed against her own sex threw Ranna into a whirlwind.&nbsp; Ranna pushed herself up, forcing their hips together, letting the soft lips and sensitive nerves crash together with each thrust until Ranna could feel the body ready to break into a seizure.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"UunnngghHHH, fuck! Come on baby, I want you to cum for me! Allez!! Oooohhhh GOD! I'm so close..."</em>&nbsp; Lilly's voice was broken with desire and ecstasy, forcing her body to hold out a few more moments, while waiting on Ranna.&nbsp; The hot pink haired girl had little to wait for as Ranna's body finally opened the flood gates.&nbsp; Their juices mingle together in a violent wave of orgasm as both women held on tight to each other, riding the convulsions as both of their bodies strained and seized together.<br><br><hr><br>The quick walk to the mess hall was a quiet affair between the two women as Ranna had pulled her hair back in a pony tail and let the wet look command her features for a while.&nbsp; She was still dripping wet, in many ways, under her clothes but considering what she had in the shower, taking the time to run back to her quarters to dry off wasn't an option.<br><br>Slipping into the mess and grabbing a sandwich before joining the group, Ranna did everything she could to hide the flush in her face or the smile on her lips.&nbsp; Ranna did her best to listen to what Erich had to say regarding the new formation of the Lances.&nbsp; She felt a twing of frustration start to grow in her chest when she heard Erich name Maho as the lead for the Recon Lance.&nbsp; While she had respect for the girl and what she was capable of in her more than obsolete recon mech, she didn't have any place in charge of a Lance with her checkered past.&nbsp; She began to open her mouth to question the reasoning behind this placement when Elisa and Perkins went off on some tangent about Capellan's and finding new recruits.<br><br>Ranna's blood really began to boil when Hiro's mouth opened, as it usually does.&nbsp; His usual Kuritan superiority washed into everything he said and Ranna started to notice it was grating on her nerves.&nbsp; <br><br>"Seriously Hiro, shut the fuck up.&nbsp; You drive a Spider, you haven't the first clue about tactics or battle strategy that doesn't involve running fast and hiding."&nbsp; Ranna's face was red with frustration instead of sex, a noticeable difference in hue.&nbsp; "Speaking of which...." She continued as she turned to Erich and Perkins.&nbsp; "Do you honestly think it's wise to put someone with little to no leadership experience in charge of a Lance.&nbsp; We all saw how that worked out for us in the past."&nbsp; Turning to Graff.&nbsp; "No offense Graff, what happened was not your fault."&nbsp; Turning back to Erich and Perkins.&nbsp; "I voiced my opinions to Walter before the last mission hoping to keep my thoughts on the side, not to bring divisiveness to the Company, but after what I've seen lately I can't sit back and watch." &nbsp; Ranna put her hands on the table and looked directly at Perkins.&nbsp; "Walter was right about that being a terrible mission, but not for the reasons he mentioned.&nbsp; Our lack of experienced leadership in the face of an unconventional enemy almost cost us the company.&nbsp; Putting drifters, washouts and deserters in positions of leadership is not going to make our future endeavors any better."&nbsp; Looking around the table to gauge the reactions of the company, her anger slowly subsiding.&nbsp; "There are a few of us at the table who have real combat and leadership experience, maybe you should see what we have to say about things once in a while."&nbsp; Finally quiet, her face turning more to her normal color, Ranna finds the seat she had vacated to address the group and settles in for what's sure to be a loud yelling match.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 17:00:31</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The mess hall<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Mechwarriors of the company<br><br><em><strong>"And that is the point you so solvently made, Hiro; you broke off from your own lance to attack, solo, a force of unknown capability and quantity."</strong></em><br><br>Despite the accusation, I kept calm.<br><br><strong>"You are gravely mistaken, Erich.&nbsp; I did no such thing.&nbsp; This is what actually happened.&nbsp; I will roll the footage (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg7310581#msg7310581).<br><br>"I observed the attack lance getting swarmed by the battle armor.&nbsp; Before I could even consider supporting them, two of these battle armor troopers were firing missiles at me.&nbsp; When I evaded them, they attached to me.&nbsp; I pulled one off, jumped, and crushed it under me, which also loosened the second one for me to use my weapons on.&nbsp; <br><br>"I did not break off from my lance to attack them, as you erroneously claim.&nbsp; They ambushed me, just like the rest of us, and I was able to protect myself.&nbsp; Are you seriously suggesting that I shoot at battle armor attached to the attack lance that was well outside of my effective range while my own mech gets cut open?<br><br>"I was tempted to go after more of these units, but thanks to Yamina's guidance, I followed orders, <em>your</em> orders, and retreated.&nbsp; Feel free the review the footage again.&nbsp; After that, feel free to check your eyesight and memory, you 'old bastard,' as you called yourself."</strong><br><br><em><strong>"Seriously Hiro, shut the fuck up.&nbsp; You drive a Spider, you haven't the first clue about tactics or battle strategy that doesn't involve running fast and hiding."</strong></em><br><br>Again, I was unrattled, my tone remaining even and collected.<br><br><strong>"Correction, Ranna.&nbsp; I do not drive, but <em>pilot</em> a Spider, because that is the mech that has been assigned to me, and I will do so in a manner that accentuates its strengths and hides its weaknesses.&nbsp; Furthermore, I have piloted <em>all</em> classes of mechs.&nbsp; And in case you have not noticed, running and hiding does not exactly kill battle armor.&nbsp; Perhaps you should follow your own advice... and 'shut up' this 'fuck' you speak of... instead of making unwarranted, erroneous judgments, against which I will speak out always."</strong><br><br>I slowly leaned back in my chair.&nbsp; I looked to Yamina, giving her a smile and a wink.&nbsp; I have been in much worse debriefings against much more eloquent speakers.&nbsp; I looked forward to the end of this meeting, partly so I would no longer have to endure suffering these fools, but mostly so I could continue what I started with Yamina.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 18:08:44</strong>
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				Alroy was always grumpy when he came down off a dose of Quick, but his hands were still, and his mood could be attributed to the tension in the room and residual post-battle stress. Hiro's smug attitude wasn't helping any, though, and the older warrior could certainly something to vent on. Alroy knew he hadn't contributed significantly to the fight, but also that the situation could not have been more opposed to the role he was designed to fill, and he'd still gotten two kills (by significantly excessive margins). The little Draco weasel back-talking Erich - before he'd even been addressed, to boot - was entirely typical, and didn't bode well for the company's cohesion.<br><br>Offhand to no one in particular, but loud enough to be audible, he commented, "The three things in the world that are inevitable. Death, taxes, and Kuritans being arrogant snots disrespectful of any authority that doesn't wear a sword when going to the head."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 18:32:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mess hall <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>Miyoko just shakes her head as the shouting match starts, it is clear that some of the more vocal people had had a little tryst and is now defending their partner. Which is exactly what she feared would happen and she curses herself a fool for forgetting her own rules and actually thinking of coming out of her icy shell. Her only comfort is that with Hiro making a bit of an ass of himself is that people might forget her own blunder on the battlefield, so she sits back and just closes her eyes. Slowly picturing the icy desolate landscape in front of her eyes she lets the chill slowly seep into her being until all silly thoughts of sex or being attractive are washed away in a sea of just numbness.<br><br>She again wonders how this unit will ever manage to come together when people seem more interested in glorifying themselves or attacking others, but rather then add fuel to the fire she just sits and observes with completely dead eyes and a deadpan expression on her face. Just taking in what happens and who is reacting along with whom so she has an idea of what little sub groups are forming, of course getting involved with someone can and has lead to people taking unnecessary risk on the battlefield to protect their loved ones. Now granted she isn't the one to complain about that as she has made a bit of a reputation for herself on taking stupid risks.<br><br>As Alroy makes the typical Kuritan slur her head snaps around to stare at him, "Don't tar us all with the same brush unless you have the balls to back up such an accusation." Her words cold and she is fully prepared to draw steel to protect her honor against his comment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 19:27:55</strong>
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				Alroy regarded her back with an expression that even a nun would be hard-pressed to find the charity of calling a smile. More like a shark's grin than anything, teeth glinting in the light.<br><br>"You want to test the size of my balls, sweetheart, you name the time, place, and weapons. Till then, I call them like I see them, and if you don't like what I see, maybe you should do something about it, like pointing out to Kerensky Jr. over there that the shit he walked out covered in didn't smell any better than the shit everyone else took a swim in, and throwing it around like a zoo monkey only make him smell worse."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 19:30:18</strong>
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				"A house divided against itself cannot stand," Yamina said calmly into the tension laden atmosphere.&nbsp; "Those words are as true today as they were centuries ago."<br><br>"Objective analysis of BattleROMS will show where mistakes were, or were not made.&nbsp; From them, learning may occur and the house grows stronger.&nbsp; This, this way lies madness," she stated in her still calm voice.&nbsp; Yamina's posture was relaxed as she sat and allowed the heat of the argument to flow around her.&nbsp; <br><br>"We are warriors," she reminded them.&nbsp; "And as warriors, we confront conflict and attack in any form, even verbal, with aggression.&nbsp; This is right and proper, but we must temper it now and let it die now before we all leave this room."&nbsp; She looked around and made eye contact with every person present.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 19:46:37</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The mess hall<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Mechwarriors of the company<br><br><em><strong>"The three things in the world that are inevitable. Death, taxes, and Kuritans being arrogant snots disrespectful of any authority that doesn't wear a sword when going to the head."</strong></em><br><br>I couldn't help but laugh at this comment.<br><br><strong>"Not an entirely inaccurate assessment of some of our officers, Alroy.&nbsp; However, it is a statement that is not reflective of me.&nbsp; Disrespecting someone with a sword, while in the head, no less, is precisely why I am here.&nbsp; If you find me arrogant and disrespectful now, just wait until I tell you what I <em>really</em> think of you.<br><br>"Still, I won't hold your opinion against you.&nbsp; When the battle armor <em>inevitably</em> starts picking you apart, I will <em>inevitably</em> be there to remove them from you."</strong><br><br>I stood up to leave.<br><br><strong>"To be fair, if you graduated from the Sun Tzu School of Combat, earned your <em>katana</em> and <em>wakizashi</em>, and continued serving the Combine, you would be carrying your swords everywhere you went as well.&nbsp; Last I checked, no such officer actually got killed while in the restroom."</strong><br><br><em><strong>"You want to test the size of my balls, sweetheart, you name the time, place, and weapons. Till then, I call them like I see them, and if you don't like what I see, maybe you should do something about it, like pointing out to Kerensky Jr. over there that the shit he walked out covered in didn't smell any better than the shit everyone else took a swim in, and throwing it around like a zoo monkey only make him smell worse."</strong></em><br><br><strong>"Such posturing, Alroy.&nbsp; I am not even sure what you mean entirely.&nbsp; I have made no criticism of anyone's acts on the battlefield here.&nbsp; I simply pointed out tactics that worked while defending myself from wrongful accusations."</strong><br><br>Yamina spoke.<br><br><em><strong>"We are warriors.&nbsp; And as warriors, we confront conflict and attack in any form, even verbal, with aggression.&nbsp; This is right and proper, but we must temper it now and let it die now before we all leave this room."</strong></em><br><br>I nodded in agreement.<br><br><strong>"Words of wisdom, Yamina."</strong><br><br>I turned to Alroy.<br><br><strong>"Alroy, while I have no interest in the dimensions of your testes, I do have an interest in clearing the air, if only for the night.&nbsp; And I like the idea of a duel... <em>very much.</em>&nbsp; Tomorrow morning.&nbsp; 4 a.m.&nbsp; Mechbay.&nbsp; Unarmed.&nbsp; Until knockout or tapout.&nbsp; And let's make it interesting.&nbsp; My 100 C-Bills versus your 100 C-Bills.&nbsp; See you then."</strong><br><br>I turned to the rest of the company.<br><br><strong>"Sleep well, everyone."</strong><br><br>I went out of the room and waited outside for Yamina.<br><br><br><br>(Edited to set up fight with Alroy in the morning.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 20:23:23</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Crew Mess Hall<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br><em>"Correction, Ranna.&nbsp; I do not drive, but pilot a Spider, because that is the mech that has been assigned to me, and I will do so in a manner that accentuates its strengths and hides its weaknesses.&nbsp; Furthermore, I have piloted all classes of mechs.&nbsp; And in case you have not noticed, running and hiding does not exactly kill battle armor.&nbsp; Perhaps you should follow your own advice... and 'shut up' this 'fuck' you speak of... instead of making unwarranted, erroneous judgments, against which I will speak out always."</em><br><br>Ranna was glad she had not thought it necessary to carry her sidearm on board the Bastion since they left the planet, she realized that there would be one less Kuritian Mechwarrior in the world had he made comments such as that while she was armed.&nbsp; Instead she simply listened as the remainder of the Company tore into the pompous snake, a wicked smile on her face realizing that should Hiro find himself in trouble on the battlefield, there is a slowly growing likelyhood help will come too late.&nbsp; <br><br>Yamina's defense of Hiro didn't help the mood in the room and only caused Ranna to roll her eyes in disgust.&nbsp; She was glad for the fact that a few of her mentor's in the Dragoon's had enough sense to teach her to pick her battles carefully.&nbsp; She knew a war of words with Hiro would accomplish nothing, the fact that he was still just as pompous after more than one person had berated him showed the futility of verbal attacks.&nbsp; Ranna took comfort in the fact that a Spider battlemech was small and couldn't take much damage.<br><br>She waited until Hiro left the room before she spoke again.&nbsp; "Let it go Alroy, nothing you say will convince him to be less of an asshole.&nbsp; I certainly hope he doesn't get boxed into a corner on the next mission."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 00:02:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mess hall <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>"asshole he may be, but that doesn't give Alroy rights to insult the rest of us." Miyoko is practically fuming and she is close to making a hole into Alroys body at this very minute. "Be glad that he is the one that issues the challenge, I would have made it to the death." She slowly stands up to look at the offending man not at all being intimidated by his what he thinks is a hard stare, to her it more looks like he is constipated. "But if you still think you are all badass, anytime just come see me. Since you are of lesser birth I will even lend you a katana and we can dance until your entrails are spilled all over the floor." She may not have a good way with words, or following orders so the only reason she ever managed to graduate was because she had a lethal aim and her skill with the blade was unmatched.<br><br>"I don't disagree that many of us act superior and are frankly pricks, but don't you fucking EVER say that in my earshot again or I will kill you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 01:04:03</strong>
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				"I'll say whatever the hell I want, sweetheart. But you might want be more careful before issuing death threats, you never know when an...accident...might happen. Besides, Hiro's beaten you to it, and I think I owe him the chance to rub my face in it - asshole or not, I don't have any room to criticize anyone who takes a blade into the bathroom, not since I started carrying steel there myself. Getting jumped by discount-rate ninja while you're in the shower has that effect on people."<br><br>He nodded at Hiro. "4 tomorrow morning it is. See you on the mat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 01:12:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mess hall <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>"You are welcome to try scum! You know where to find me if you however find the guts to do it in a manly fashion instead of.. accidents" She just chuckles at his pathetic threat, she finds his bravado quite amusing and she sits back down and puts her feet up and pulls out her datapad to make a few more notations as well as set an alarm so she will be ready for 5 a clock in the morning. She looks back up to the officers surprised they haven't come down like a ton of bricks on the bickering and sighs softly to herself. "plan b i guess" she mumbles to herself and thumbs in the buttons on her datapad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 06:38:12</strong>
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				Erich simply sighed, watching the various mechwarriors dissolve into bickering as they began to disperse, making sure everyone heard his final promise; it wasn't a parting shot, and from the dark tone in his voice, it was clear that he was long past the point of joking. "Okay, fuck it. Next time there's a meeting, I'm bringing a Heavy Gyrojet rifle, and will kneecap the first person to speak out of turn."<br><br>Standing up, he walked into the kitchen, taking a container of sealed fruit juice from the refrigration unit, and indulging himself with a long, slow sip, before muttering to himself, not caring if anyone overheard him. "I'm probably going to kill Walt for this. Maybe two months cooped up in the same tin can will make them work together. Or, they'll kill one another, and I can sell their 'mechs for a profit, and retire to some semi-tropical planet populated by pretty ladies."<br><br>Taking another drink, he placed the bottle of juice back in the refrigeration unit, then headed out towards his small room. Even if the other members of the company were going to get sleep, he wouldn't; the veteran had plans to think up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 14:18:08</strong>
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				Yamina stood and looked again at each person still present in the room.&nbsp; There was no condemnation or anger in her eyes, or even sadness.&nbsp; She simply looked at them, taking in the body language and facial expressions of each person, then gave a short nod and left.<br><br>The die had been cast, the Rubicon crossed.&nbsp; There was no going backwards.&nbsp; Only the final rush towards the precipice remained and no one could yet predict if they'd drag each other off of it or stop short and regain their wits.&nbsp; It was this bickering, this difference in cultures and attitudes towards slights and glory and even the basic worth of human life that had so long kept the Great Houses apart and likely ever would.&nbsp; Yamina understood it intimately.&nbsp; Even on her own planet, fairly homogenous in its peoples and traditions, silly honor and custom kept them at each other's throats long after the sensible thing was to retire, to end the enmity and to live together.<br><br>Yamina intercepted Erich just outside the hatch to his room.&nbsp; She nodded towards the interior and raised an eyebrow, wordlessly asking permission to come inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 16:04:25</strong>
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				Erich looked at Yamina for a long moment, then hooked his thumb towards the door to his tiny cabin; while larger than enlisted crew's quarters, the officer's quarters were barely larger than a hotel's bathroom. Letting her sit down, wherever she could find space, he pulled a thick, heavy dossier from a drawer and dropped it onto the tiny desk. "This is every after-action report I have participated in since I began piloting a 'mech. Some reports are glowing successes. Some are of the unit barely surviving after being brutally mauled."<br><br>He pulled a thin sheaf of papers from a pocket and handed them to Yamina. "This is the report I compiled for the action we saw. Not a single negative word. I don't care if anyone gets their back up when I point out something I noticed while reviewing the battleroms, but I refuse to let ego undermine the authority needed to get this company working as a single, cohesive unit. If I have to play 'give each person a turn to speak' instead of treating everyone like responsible adults, I damn well will bring my gyrojet out of retirement and start collecting kneecaps. This includes defending someone's decisions only because you happen to have had rough sex less than an hour before with that person."<br><br>Selecting another, thicker folder, he dropped it atop the desk, next to the first one. "This, however, is important. It's a 'how-to', Compiled by the Grey Death Legion, and several RCTs. Better known as 'How to wreck a 'mech with a bolt-action rifle, a bag of cheap explosives, and testicles made of solid titanium. That's the first quarter. The rest is a 'how-to' for Mechwarriors to avoid getting chewed apart by infantry. It's now required reading for the company."<br><br>Closing his eyes for a moment, he looked at the petite woman from the pirate planet. "Anyhow; I'm not getting to sleep anytime soon; what is it you wanted?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 16:38:13</strong>
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				She sat primly, knees together and hands atop them but not closed or clasped together.&nbsp; Her body language was open, calm, inviting.&nbsp; Yamina maintained a cool, almost disinterested look as Erich spoke.&nbsp; Not even his mention of the diversion she'd had with Hiro caused her face to shift although she had to wonder how he knew?&nbsp; It had been in the privacy of her cabin, with the hatch sealed, and neither she nor Hiro had spoken to anyone about it.&nbsp; Some sort of surveillance?&nbsp; That merited careful thought and examination later.&nbsp; <br><br>After Erich asked her what she wanted, Yamina counted slowly to twelve in Arabic in her head and only then spoke.<br><br>"For you to stop letting your own ego undermine your authority," she countered in a level tone.&nbsp; "For you to lead instead of demanding.&nbsp; For you to delegate the role of playing the heavy to your second in command and stand as the trusted and trusting head of the unit."<br><br>Again she counted to twelve, not looking away from Erich's face.<br><br>"You are older than the rest of us, but we are not the children you continually refer to us as.&nbsp; By doing so you are not setting yourself up as the benevolent patriarch whose wisdom should be heeded, but as an authoritarian despot whose orders and motives must be constantly bucked and questioned.&nbsp; Seeking to infantilize MechWarriors does not work.&nbsp; It may with raw infantry recruits, mere peasants, who know it is their proper lot in life, but not with MechWarriors.&nbsp; You turn our own aggression against you instead of wielding it against the enemy.&nbsp; And you must stop bringing House politics into it, even if you claim to deny your own heritage and accept that of others.&nbsp; A leader would not even acknowledge the potential for any home, any loyalty, beyond that of the company.&nbsp; We are not Capellans or Kuritans or Steiners or even Periphery dwellers."<br><br>"Empower us to point out our flaws and where we can do better in a debriefing.&nbsp; Set the tone that it is a learning environment and not a witch hunt.&nbsp; Model proper courtesy and military bearing, never demand it.&nbsp; That card can be but seldom played.&nbsp; Pull us together as a unit, don't shove us into a mold we cannot match."<br><br>On her lap, Yamina's right hand opened palm up and gestured towards Erich, inviting him to reply.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 21:04:10</strong>
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				He paused, then chuckled quietly, the deep baritone laugh beginning to echo as he finally let go of all the tension and stress of the last few days on-planet in a massive, gutsy belly laugh that rattled small objects, and completely changed his demeanour. "Oh, I needed that. Look; for the most part, the main issue is that of trust; the only people I've worked with in the last five years that are currently part of the company are Alroy, Maho, and Walt, and Walt's going to be about as useful as tits on a bull as long as his brains are scrambled."<br><br>Leaning against the bulkhead, he looked at Yamina. "Simple fact is, there's a total of Two people out of Nine that I can trust to be a known quantity. Now, I'll take your comments under consideration, but, until cool heads prevail, I'm going to be forced to crack down on the company, as a whole, and individually. Once the initial upheavels and stress from repair work is over, then thic company can be built up into a proper force. You don't bake a cake with the eggs still in the chicken, after all; have to work to get all the ingredients together, first."<br><br>He paused, then smiled slightly. "Consider this; that encounter was your first with infantry trained to destroy 'mechs, correct? The primary failing that all of us veterans in the company had was assuming that the collective 'you' of the newcomers had prior experience of fighting infantry that didn't involve a Firestarter and Riot control. So, taking the time to drill everyone properly in how to react to infantry assaults, with individual coaching for each, will iron out the problems sooner rather than not. I will, however, have to break up the duel challenges at stupid-o-clock this morning."<br><br>He smirked faintly. "Long and short of it is this; to mold everyone into a proper team, I'm going to have to be harsh, for a time. But, once everyone is comfortable and can trust one another, regardless of planet of origin, ideology, or whatever, then I can stop feeling like I need to break everyone's eggs to make a decent omlet out of you lot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 03:47:29</strong>
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				"As Allah wills," Yamina said, though what meant was apparent neither in tone nor body language.&nbsp; She stood, nodded, then gave Erich her back and stepped to the hatch.&nbsp; One bolt drug as it slid free, screeching far louder than it should have.&nbsp; Maintenance on something as complex and as large as the DropShip was always a catch up affair and little things came a distant second to big ones like the engines not exploding.&nbsp; Her hand grasped the edge of the hatch and she turned to look over her shoulder.<br><br>"The rough sex was something new.&nbsp; I'm not sure if I like it or not, but it was pleasurable.&nbsp; Perhaps you should try it sometime and we can compare notes.&nbsp; An after action report as it were."&nbsp; Yamina smiled briefly then left and closed the hatch behind her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 04:56:20</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The mess hall<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Mechwarriors of the company<br><br>I waited outside for Yamina.&nbsp; Some of the company left the mess hall.&nbsp; Erich walked out, and Yamina came after him.&nbsp; I started walking toward her, but she was following Erich, to his hatch, of all places.<br><br>I wasn't sure what to do, but my body seemed to want to follow her.&nbsp; I stood outside the closed hatch of Erich, listening, eavesdropping really, considering if I should leave and where I should go.<br><br>It was around that time that Yamina opened the hatch.<br><br><em><strong>"The rough sex was something new.&nbsp; I'm not sure if I like it or not, but it was pleasurable.&nbsp; Perhaps you should try it sometime and we can compare notes.&nbsp; An after action report as it were."</strong></em><br><br>I was leaning up against the wall next to the hatch when she came out.&nbsp; I was tempted to make some witty comment about what she said.&nbsp; I thought better of it, given the recent events.<br><br><strong>"Thanks, Yamina."</strong><br><br>I stopped leaning on the wall and stood in front of her.<br><br><strong>"You're a good friend.&nbsp; I won't forget this.&nbsp; In fact, I want to show you how much I appreciate all you've done and said for me, for us, and for everyone.&nbsp; Are we still on for tonight?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 16:35:34</strong>
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				"Walk with me," she said and continued on down the corridor, away from Erich's quarters.&nbsp; Once they made the corner, Yamina stopped and turned to face Hiro.<br><br>"You were doing the right thing in the briefing, Hiro.&nbsp; You were calm, logical and offered objective evidence to support, or refute, your claim.&nbsp; You had them.&nbsp; You were at the calm center of things, allowing the storm of anger and fear to wash over you and leave you untouched.&nbsp; You were being a leader."&nbsp; Yamina frowned.&nbsp; "Then, then you chose to be a man instead."<br><br>"Did I not make you feel like enough of a man, back in your quarters, that you had to seek that approval from someone else?&nbsp; You took me, Hiro, took me the way that it pleased you and only for your pleasure, and made me your woman.&nbsp; Your...toy.&nbsp; Your captive toy," she added.&nbsp; "None could have doubted that you were a man through and through, to take a woman, a MechWarrior, in such a fashion.&nbsp; And to make her enjoy it even as it made her feel helpless and insignificant in the face of your lusts."<br><br>Yamina shook her head but didn't look away from Hiro.&nbsp; "The challenge won't prove anything other than cement in their minds that you are pig arrogant and stubborn.&nbsp; You lose face," she said, pulling her trump card.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 19:26:14</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Near crew quarters<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br><strong>"Are we still on for tonight?"</strong><br><br><em><strong>"Walk with me."</strong></em>&nbsp; She just kind of started going without me.&nbsp; I guessed she wanted to get out of the area quickly.&nbsp; Then she stopped and turned toward me.&nbsp; I smiled, my hands going to her hips to pull her closer to me.<br><br>She paid me all sorts of compliments about what I said in the briefing, which I wasn't expecting.&nbsp; But there was a "but" in there somewhere, and not the tight, firm, round kind of butt that was in Yamina's pants.<br><br>Then more compliments about what we did in her bunk.&nbsp; Now we were getting somewhere... until it got nowhere again.<br><br><em><strong>"The challenge won't prove anything other than cement in their minds that you are pig arrogant and stubborn.&nbsp; You lose face."</strong></em><br><br>I tilted my head away from her and turned it to the side, my eyebrows scrunching together as I looked around, processing what she said.&nbsp; Then I faced her again and looked back at her.<br><br><strong>"You really think... that they think... that I'm a... pig?"</strong>&nbsp; I put my hand on my chin thoughtfully.&nbsp; <strong>"I mean, arrogant, stubborn, disrespectful, superior... these are not new words used to describe me.&nbsp; But 'pig?!'&nbsp; Why, I don't think I could bear it."</strong><br><br>My tone was sarcastically somber, and I gave her a smile at the end.&nbsp; I put my hands on her upper arms.<br><br><strong>"Yamina.&nbsp; I am <em>from</em> the Draconis Combine, but I am no longer part <em>of</em> them.&nbsp; I was raised to fight, with words, with fists, with firearms, or with mechs.&nbsp; Things like face and honor mean nothing to me.&nbsp; If they did... I would not be standing here before you.&nbsp; Instead, I would be standing in a pile of corpses including Erich, Ranna and Alroy.<br><br>"But such things do matter to someone like Miyoko, and I am certain that my fellow former member of House Kurita has not yet fully freed herself of her brainwashing.&nbsp; For whatever reason, Alroy's aggression was directed at me, but then Miyoko got involved, and I was not about to let <em>her</em> fight him because of me.&nbsp; <br><br>"She mentioned killing him.&nbsp; He mentioned 'accidents' and 'carrying steel.'&nbsp; Now, instead of any of that, Alroy and I are going to have a sparring session.&nbsp; Now, instead of having them kill each other... only Alroy is going to get hurt, and only in his pride.<br><br>"We have similar motives, Yamina, but different methods.&nbsp; We both wanted to help the Kurita children.&nbsp; You hugged them, I did play-fighting.&nbsp; We both want this unit to run smoothly.&nbsp; You talk it out, and I'll brawl it out.&nbsp; And we both want to enjoy our moments together..."</strong><br><br>I pinned her up against the wall and grasped her wrists firmly.<br><br><strong>"... you do what I want you to do in bed,... and I want you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 03:31:55</strong>
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				She knew several ways to break his hold, to disable him or at least to try to.&nbsp; Yet Yamina didn't even begin to do so, and allowed herself to be pinned like a human butterfly into the collector's box.&nbsp; Her heart hammered so it was painful, and the low grad throb between her legs from earlier pounded in time with it.&nbsp; Yamina gasped at the feeling and her eyes went unfocused for a moment as she surrendered to it.&nbsp; The gasp left her mouth partially open, begging to be kissed, and when Hiro did she responded with intensity. Her tongue, slick and warm, sought his own and took the taste of his mouth, of Hiro, as her own.&nbsp; She flickered it against his teeth as he withdrew, ending the kiss.<br><br>"We're not in bed," she said huskily.<br><br>And then she did move.&nbsp; Suddenly relaxing, she fell as if stunned.&nbsp; The motion drew all her weight onto her wrists and she twisted them towards Hiro's thumbs, rolling out of his grip.&nbsp; Laughing, Yamina shoved one of his legs aside, tripping him, and took off running down the corridor of the DropShip.&nbsp; It was no accident her path headed towards their berthing area.<br><br>Still laughing, Yamina spun around a technician working on an open panel, her back brushing his side as she twirled.&nbsp; Yamina used the motion to grab his shoulder and knock him into the middle of the narrow passageway, momentarily blocking it for Hiro.&nbsp; "No jump jets," she called and took the turn.&nbsp; At the ladder, she leapt up and grabbed a rung far above her head, then swung her feet up with the momentum and for a moment hung upside down.&nbsp; She watched Hiro approach, then flexed the muscles in her belly and drew up in a vertical sit-up and pulled herself along the ladder, keeping in front of him.&nbsp; Keeping out of his grasp.<br><br>They were nearing his quarters now, and Yamina sped up.&nbsp; If Hiro wanted her, he'd have to work for it.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 17:04:25</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Near crew quarters<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br><em><strong>"We're not in bed."</strong></em><br><br>Before I could think of and make a witty retort, she caught me off guard and slipped out of my grip, tripped me so I ended up off my feet and on my rear, then made a run for it.<br><br><strong>"Not yet,"</strong> I said as I stood up, probably not loud enough for her to hear.&nbsp; <strong>"But soon enough."</strong><br><br>I didn't have to run after her.&nbsp; I knew where she was going.&nbsp; Not that there was anywhere else for her to run to if she really wanted to get away from me.<br><br>So I took my time, strolling behind her as if I was casually walking around the ship.&nbsp; She put a surprised technician in my way and taunted me before turning the corner.&nbsp; I helped the man get back to work, giving him a hand up or dusting him off a bit if necessary.<br><br>I turned the corner and saw her hanging upside down off a ladder.&nbsp; Her top moved toward her head, exposing her belly for a moment, making me want to see more of her body.<br><br>I continued walking, not running, after her.&nbsp; No matter how slow I went, she only ever seemed to be just out of reach.<br><br>At least that was true until she was cornered.&nbsp; She had a thin sheen of sweat on her skin, and her chest heaved as she caught her breath.<br><br><strong>"The more energy you expend now, my little toy, the easier you are making it for me to <em>ravish</em> you later."</strong><br><br>I pulled her close to me, then picked her small frame up and put her over my shoulder.&nbsp; I carried her like prey I hunted down, then swatted her rump to make her her cry out a sound that echoed through the corridors.<br><br>I entered my quarters and dumped her on the bed.&nbsp; I stood over her as I started pulling off my top.&nbsp; I had her sit on the edge of the bed, then I took her hands and placed them on my waist.<br><br><strong>"<em>Now</em> we're in bed, and you're still my captive.&nbsp; And these pants aren't going to take themselves off, so I suggest you take them off before I have to get <em>rough</em> with you.&nbsp; After all, you've already earned yourself some <em>punishment</em> for what you've done."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 02:10:37</strong>
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				"To hear is to obey, effendi," she said, eyes laughing.&nbsp; Her ass stung, and likely would some more, but it was worth it.&nbsp; So long as Hiro continued to expend his energies on her, he'd be calmer and less likely to act rashly.&nbsp; Well, rashly in the heat of battle.&nbsp; He'd still act plenty rash in social situations.&nbsp; Maybe she should turn things around and spank him for misbehaving?&nbsp; Yamina reached out and grazed the back of her hand across the growing bulge in Hiro's pants, maintaining eye contact with him.&nbsp; Dragging her fingers up it, she traced the side of his cock through the material of his pants, then rested her palm flat on it.<br><br>"Something's trying to escape.&nbsp; I should hold it in place while I remove the cover," she said and finally looked down.&nbsp; "However, I seem to be minus a hand.&nbsp; Improvisation is clearly called for."&nbsp; Yamina's head lowered and she began to work at the button with just her lips and teeth, stroking his cock all the time with her hand.&nbsp; It took several maddening tries, but she eventually popped the button free of the hole then grasped the zipper with her teeth.&nbsp; It was coppery and cold as she drew it down.&nbsp; The smell of him was stronger now and she looked up as her hands slid the pants from his hips.<br><br>Her hands slid up his thighs, then under the edge of his briefs.&nbsp; One finger flicked the end of his cock and she grinned.&nbsp; "Objective accomplished, sir.&nbsp; Awaiting further orders."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 20:14:42</strong>
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				In the end, after all was said and done, Maho was eventually left on her own finishing off her superior food. Things had certainly gone to hell in a handbasket in record time. Admittedly, as a Lance leader she should've probably jumped in to try and shut things down before it went that far, but the crew probably needed to burn off all that stress now. It wouldn't do any good for an argument like that to happen during the mission itself. Instead she had taken a look through the briefings that had been dropped on the table, her expression slowly darkening even more than usual.<br><br>Betelguese Technological Research Center. During the middle of a Lostech exhibition. Sure it would pull some of the possible defenders away from the target, but it also meant there would be more forces overall. Who knows how many idiots could get involved and make their work more difficult? This could end very badly, though the possible rewards were lovely. With a sigh, Maho cleaned off her dishes and put them away, before moving to walk down the corridor. She'd head to bed immediately to recover some energy properly, then wake up early to get things ready for the mission. Maybe watch the stupid scuffling get broken up in the morning. That would be fun!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 00:35:40</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Near crew quarters<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Yamina<br><br><strong>"Ooh, mmm.&nbsp; You are... very good with your mouth, little one.&nbsp; The words you speak, whether you are being persuasive or being... apologetic... the way you use your lips and tongue on my... finger...&nbsp; and now undoing my pants with your teeth.&nbsp; You are a woman of many talents, which I will learn of soon enough."</strong><br><br>I tugged the waistband of my boxer briefs away from my skin with one hand, then used the other hand to grab her hair and guide her mouth to the waistband.<br><br><strong>"Your next command is to... extract the target completely.&nbsp; <em>Clearly</em>, more <em>improvisation</em> is called for."</strong><br><br>I watched her obey my "order," using her teeth again, this time to tug my underwear down my thighs.&nbsp; I was hard, real hard, and as the top of my shaft brushed up against her face, it suddenly popped up in all its erect glory, oozing clear pre-cum out of the slit in the bulbous tip.<br><br><strong>"Well done, little one.&nbsp; The target is extracted.&nbsp; Now you must put it in a safe place.&nbsp; Somewhere it can maintain its current state, somewhere... ungh..."</strong><br><br>She nearly cut off my train of thought when she engulfed my manhood with her mouth.<br><br><strong>"... mmm... somewhere... oh...&nbsp; warm... and wet... and that provides... awww... that provides... the proper... environment... for it to flourish... and grow....&nbsp; Fff-fuck."</strong><br><br>As she continued using her mouth on me, I took her hands off my hips and brought them up over her head.&nbsp; Then I pulled her top up, my cock coming out of her mouth for just a moment, so her shirt came over her head and off her arms.<br><br><strong>"Oof...&nbsp; You are... wow... ahh..."</strong><br><br>I was losing my ability to speak quickly.&nbsp; I held her by her hair again.<br><br><strong>"Yesss... Like this, Yamina..."</strong><br><br>I held her head still as I pumped my hips forward and back.&nbsp; It was a slow, easy pace, not going very deep.&nbsp; Sometimes I turned her head to the side to poke against the inside of a cheek.&nbsp; Sometimes I moved her head around in circles.&nbsp; Then I went back to the slow, sensual rhythm of fucking her mouth gently.<br><br>Once I knew she got the hang of what I wanted, I released her hair and put my hands on my hips.&nbsp; I held my hips still now, letting her please me the way I liked.<br><br>I ran my fingers through the hair on top of her head this time, then pulled out of her mouth and tilted her head up.<br><br><strong>"Look at me."</strong><br><br>I opened my mouth at her and stuck out my tongue, flat, toward my chin.&nbsp; <strong>"Ahh."</strong><br><br>I waited for her to make the same sound, then slapped her tongue with my cock a couple of times.&nbsp; The intensity was about to increase.<br><br>I put my cock back in her mouth, letting her resume her sucking, but also resuming my hip movement, pushing my cock deeper, faster, for a more proper face fucking.<br><br><strong>"Deeper, Yamina.&nbsp; Show me... ungh...show me... how much of me... you can take."</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 02:18:57</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Mission 2: VIP Extraction</span><br>Capellan Confederation Space<br>Betelguese, 2300 hours</strong><br><br><hr><br>The thick pine forests on the edge of the industrial city <em>Hanaan</em> served as a perfect shield for ten BattleMechs. The sun had just been laid to rest and the lights were being snuffed in the common house holds. Yet the sky was alight in the centre of the city. The Capellan state had arranged an exhibition of LosTech to flaunt their advances in the field. Heavily guarded according to intel, but at the same time one of the best ways to distract the garrisons of their intended target. The <em>Betelguese Technological Research Center</em> was the pinnacle of the resurrected Cataphract production in the Capellan Federation. It was also the nesting place of <em>Codename Varyag</em>, the place of his probationary house arrest until his pledge of servitude was over with. In the service of the Company he would be an asset. As a servitor he would be wasted.<br><br>"It's 2300, Erich, your mission is go. 3 clicks west of your position is the facility. 5 clicks to the south-west is the exhibition. Alternatively you can attack the powerplant 5 clicks directly to your south, just follow along the treeline and you'll spot it pretty quickly."<br><br>There was a bit of static over Walter's voice as he was sitting several miles away in the Bastion behind a mountain range. It was just about the only blind spot they had found on the globe.<br><br>"You got free rein though. I'll watch as good as I can and might be able to send you some ASF-support on the way back. Good luck!"<br><br>The comm went silent. It was up to Erich now to lead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 15:40:04</strong>
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				Erich paused before toggling his comms, almost savouring the tension in the air. The travel time from their previous mission in the Draconis Combine had allowed the company to train together, and, while there were still the typical issues of ego running rampant, he at least felt confident that the mechwarriors would follow their lance commander's orders, and not try to shoot one another in the back.<br><br>Opening a tightbeam channel to each 'mech in the short company, he finally told everyone the plan. "Alright, boys and girls. Here's what I figure; Assault lance is going to kick in some doors; we'll be facing light security at first, then up to two lances of Cataphracts within twenty minutes; this is a smash and grab, emphasis on 'Smash' once we find our objective. Once <em>Varyag</em> is snatched, possibly with a 'mech of his or her own, we blow up as much as we can, and bug out to the North, before hooking East.<br><br>"Recon, I want you guys to cause as much havoc as possible; Take down the powerplant, or at least the power distributors, disengage, then loop back and see if you can do a smash and grab on the lostech exhibition; they'll have their own power generators for emergency power, so it'll be one of the few buildings lit up like a candle. Remember; they have an elite merc lance playing sheepdog on the lostech, including an Atlas that's kitted out with some fancy shit; use your mobility, and try not to get into a fight. Remember; you'll be outgunned, and outmassed. If you can lure that lance into a game of 'chase the Spider' while the two other 'mechs with hands loot the place blind, go for it.<br><br>"Remember; I gave you cargo nets for a reason; you can carry an average of a quarter of your 'Mech's actual weight in the netting without a major loss in speed, but use your own judgement. Use Snake's judgement too; if she tells you to do something, it's going to keep you alive. I'll see you back at the rendezvous point. Good Luck."<br><br>Toggling his comms from 'open' to 'hush', the veteran smiled slightly, the adrenaline pumping through his body as his scarred hands tightened on the command sticks of his 'mech, throttling the Awesome forwards into a slow trot, settling into a 40 kph jog that the rest of the assault lance could easily keep pace with, heading west through the trees, towards the 'Research Facility'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 17:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Her Shadow hawk, mission insertion point <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>During the travel Miyoko does her best to work with the others when she has to, but as soon as she can she retreats back to the safety of her dear mech where she spends most of the time working on it with only the teddy bears as company. Any lingering thought of trying to be more feminine or sexy long since erased after the disastrous meeting, left is only her dead eyes whenever someone speaks to her. Whenever she isnt on duty these days she wears the traditional Kuritan dress again, with her sword by her side, again fully embracing her birthright despite what people might think of the Combine.<br><br>Now sitting in her mech she flicks the aiming controls back and fourth, the laser slaved up to Theodores controls and the SRM to Rose. "I know darlings, it will run hot now and you have fur. I know it isn't fair but we desperately need close range weapons since our commanders seem to love throwing a sniper mech into close combat." The fact that she got told off for being to close after having been ordered to move in still smarting inside of her and as Erich gives the command she toggles the safety on her weapons off and brings up the power plant to full efficiency. The dull humming of the massive gyro just underneath her filling the silence as she awaits the recon commanders orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 18:37:14</strong>
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				Graff could feel his palms moisten when Erich gave the go ahead to begin the opp, he like the rest of the heavies and assaults were going to be used as the focal point of the attack while the lighter and faster members ran around causing havoc and picking up salvage and finding this Varyag.&nbsp; Truth be told he was only partly nervous because of the operation, mostly his nerves are flaring up because it's the first op since the Kuritan debacle and Graff is eager to prove that he can handle himself in a fight better...so no panicking, no running into buildings, and most importantly no panicking.<br><br>His Marauder was soon brought up to speed and fell in line behind the Awesome's boxy frame, it had been a rough couple of months.&nbsp; Anti-infantry training was drilled into each of their heads while tensions flared time and again, one could think that Alroy and Hiro were doing it on purpose it happened so often.&nbsp; Still some days seemed to reinforce the stereotypes he grew up on of Dracs and other days they were hideous charactures.&nbsp; He would have like to spend more time with Erich mentorship but his workload tripled overnight as he begun to take over day to day operations of the companies mechwarriors, not to mention being involved in planning this latest attack.&nbsp; The rest of his free time was spent with Elisa and his fellow mercenaries, helping them out with various projects like Hiro's Spider refit, or just playing a game of cards in the mess.&nbsp; He was putting as best an effort into building a repor with everyone as he could, although sometimes he seemed a bit over eager.<br><br>As they neared the operation zone Graff checked over his systems one last time.&nbsp; Everything began to pop up green, with the exception of his AC/5.&nbsp; "Great, this is not the time for this."&nbsp; He bangs his hand on the display and it flickers from red to green again, giving a sigh of relief this once again shows his need to overhaul the electrical systems of his mech.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 19:36:34</strong>
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				Alroy hadn't so much as given Miyoko the time of day since their clash in the debriefing, nor any visible sign of acknowledging her hostility other than wearing his sidearm on his hip openly instead of concealed in a shoulder holster. His other arrangements - wrist sheathes, pocket knife, and spring-loaded boot blades - stayed the same, but the only one of those anyone could easily spot would be the hip knife, and he'd worn that ever since joining up. If she wanted to flaunt her heritage, that was her business - not his concern until she came after him.<br><br>Hiro, on the other hand, had turned out to be somewhat of a pleasant surprise. Their 'honor duel' in the sparring ring had ended rather ignominiously for both sides, and none of the observers had been certain exactly whose punch landed first, but under the cocky exterior the other pilot was proving to be more palatable company than he'd first let on. Alroy hadn't shared his own history, nor learned much of Hiro's, but their opinions appeared to be aligned on the topic of certain Kuritan customs, and people who acted like Miyoko.<br><br>But that was off the battlefield. Here, he had a job to do. Across the internal Assault Lance circuit, he complained cheerfully. "You never let me have any fun, Erich. The featherweights get to go play tag with an Atlas, and we're stuck here blowing the legs off Cataphracts all day?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 20:16:33</strong>
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				Erich chuckled, his 'mech easily shouldering trees out of the way as the Lance marched towards their objective. "What, and miss the chance to turn a Capellan 'Research Centre' into a smoking crater isn't enough? Besides your mechine doesn't have hands. No way you can steal some lostech with those claws."<br><br>Toggling to the lance comms, a hint of mirth still in his voice. "So, boys and girls; Alroy's complaining about not being allowed to go mano'y'mano with an Atlas; whomever kills more 'mechs than him in this fight, and gets back to the Bastion under their own power, gets a bonus of two thousand C-bills, from my pocket to yours. No stupid risks, just a good healthy game of whack-a-cappie."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 22:33:44</strong>
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				"Hosing down buildings that can't shoot back is boring. Going mano-y-mano with things like Atlases is why old General K had this puppy built in the first place, remember."<br><br>Over the lance comm channel, "Is that per person, or just the champ? And are you still paying out to me if I'm the one who walks away with the most wrecked shells anyways?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 22:41:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Her Shadow hawk, mission insertion point <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>She opens up a private channel to Alroy's mech and just sends a short message for his ears only.<br><br>"Show him who is boss, and come back in one piece ok?" there might actually be a hint of concern in her voice, or maybe she is just deep in thought. It is honestly hard to tell with Miyoko sometimes, specially the new colder Miyoko compared to how she had been when she signed on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 22:51:31</strong>
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				Erich toggled back to a private line between himself and Fletcher. "Oh, I know what the crab was designed for, 'Fire Magnet'. Don't worry; You'll get your chance to wreck some metal, and why waste ammo on buildings when you can just kick them down?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 00:15:14</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hiro Kagekaze</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Betelgeuse, starting point, about to head south to the power plant<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Both assault and recon lances<br><br>I checked out the maps.&nbsp; The facility was to the west, but that wasn't Recon's objective.&nbsp; Erich wanted us to hit the power plant to the south, and then rob the exhibition to the southwest.&nbsp; I smiled at his mention of "chase the Spider."&nbsp; But I still wondered about the location of the rendezvous point.&nbsp; <br><br>Assault was hitting the research facility to the west, grabbing the VIP codenamed Varyag, then going north and east.<br><br>I checked my loadout.&nbsp; Trying out different combinations of weapons was interesting for anti-infantry training, but for this op I went back to the medium laser and flamer.&nbsp; Fomr our tests, it seemed I got lucky with the flamer helping to kill an Elemental, but we weren't expecting battle armor here.&nbsp; Any infantry that came after us would not be fire-proof, and there was plenty of forest to burn up.<br><br>I set up a tight beam message to Alroy.&nbsp; Our brawl turned out to be quite a technical match.&nbsp; I tagged him a few times with my superior reach and speed, but his strength and his wrestling skills mostly prevented me from taking him down and using my jiu-jitsu on him.&nbsp; He got in close and nailed me with some vicious uppercuts to the jaw and liver.&nbsp; By the time it was over, we were both bleeding and tired but still talking smack the whole time.&nbsp; <br><br>I wish I saw the ending, because apparently our haymakers landed simultaneously resulting in a double K.O.&nbsp; My jaw hasn't felt right since.&nbsp; But I could still talk to Alroy.<br><br><strong>"Ninja, Vice.&nbsp; Try to not get knocked out again, will you?&nbsp; Marik scum with your glass jaws.&nbsp; Have fun babysitting the VIP.&nbsp; Meanwhile, I'm gonna bag me an Atlas skull and wear it like a hat.&nbsp; Over."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>I looked forward to him taunting me back.&nbsp; After his retort, I extended a pair of mech middle fingers at his <em>King Crab</em>, even jabbing them upward a couple of times.&nbsp; There was no way he could provide a similar rude gesture with the paired pincer claws housing his AC/20s.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, I sure was glad he was on our side.&nbsp; Before following the treeline south, I gave Alroy's mech a salute and a thumbs up.&nbsp; <strong>"Happy hunting, brother.&nbsp; Come back in one piece.&nbsp; See you on the other side.&nbsp; Ninja, out."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 01:09:18</strong>
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				Location:&nbsp; Flanking Hiro 150m out<br>Mech:&nbsp; LCT-1V <em>Locust</em><br>Callsign:&nbsp; Little Bit<br><br>There was a lot of chatter on the comms.&nbsp; Yamina listened to it but didn't participate as usual.&nbsp; It was a valuable way to gain insight into how the company was doing psychologically which so often translated into battlefield performance.&nbsp; She wasn't following Hiro out of deference based on their bedroom play.&nbsp; That was strictly separate in her mind and she hoped it was in his.&nbsp; Sometimes Yamina wasn't sure.&nbsp; Men tended to carry things over, to assume that penetration meant domination in all things concerning the women who laid with them.&nbsp; So far it hadn't been an issue but she had a feeling, an intuition.&nbsp; No, she was following Hiro because with the superior mobility afforded by his jumpjets, he could more easily flee from harm's way than she could for all their mechs had equal speed.&nbsp; Yamina would have plenty of time to react to move to support the Spider or move to scatter in the face of a serious threat.<br><br>The laser underneath her Mech's chin swept ceaselessly to and fro.&nbsp; Yamina had it slaved to her vision and it followed he eyesight as she swept it across the displays both real and electronic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 10:10:48</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br><strong>Ranna Krannok<br>Recon Lance<br>Objective: /b]<br><br><br></strong><hr><br>The anticipation of the new mission created an extra wash of anticipation for Ranna as she slowly climbed along Harlequin's outer armor checking for anything out of the ordinary.&nbsp; Ranna couldn't place the reason for the extra anticipation other than the stress of being couped up on the Bastion for almost a week.&nbsp; The last mission hadn't involved much combat, and the only fighting anyone had really seen in the last month involved Alroy and Hiro, which was a boring exchange as far as she was concerned.&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna turned her thoughts from the duel to more exciting issues, her second encounter with Lily.&nbsp; The woman was almost as insatiable as Ranna, which was a turn on in itself.&nbsp; Ranna had always anticipated getting together with Miyoko, but Lilly was a pleasant surprise.&nbsp; She checked Harlequin's left knee Myomer connection all the while thinking about their last night together, a small twist to her lips formed into a grin as she remembered.&nbsp; Happy that all the repairs from the last few encounters were fixed appropriately, Ranna climbed up the side of Harlequin to begin the start up sequence.<br><br><hr><br>Listening to the disconnected briefing by Walter and Erich's rehash of the plan they had already discussed, Ranna found herself slipping in and out of the conversation as she stared intently at the schematic on her HUD.&nbsp; Spinning the map view on her scope a few times to get a better vantage point of all the objectives she smiled, nodded and began moving south branching out a few hundred meters from the fast recons in the center.&nbsp; With Miyoko on the left and her on the right with the fast mechs in the center they can stop any approach once the power plant is down and give the faster mechs time to get clear.&nbsp; She toggled her Lance comm key "Miyoko, I'm one kilometer east of Snake and the others.&nbsp; Keep your eyes open, we need to delay any response once that power plant goes up." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 22:03:25</strong>
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				On the private channel, "Ninja, I think an Atlas skull would outweigh your entire Mech. You bring that back and I'll buy you beer till you pass out, over."<br><br>He answered the upraised fingers with a mock-menacing clacking of claws before peeling off on Erich's flank, settling into a steady lope.<br><br>"But seriously, those things are nasty customers. Unless it's a Delta-Delta-Charlie this merc band bought from Steiner, it's got as much firepower in its rear arc as you've got on your entire chassis, and who knows what else it's been customized with. Walk away from that fight alive and I'll be happy enough. Vice out."<br><br><br>He didn't answer the tight-team from Miyoko. She'd turned into an icicle since threatening him in the debrief, and he was fine with that, but this sort of erratic appearance of concern wasn't characteristic of her before or after. Without more information, his best guess was that she didn't want a stranger to kill him before she could, and his most paranoid one was that she'd been planted by his most honorable 'grandparents' and wanted to make sure she got paid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 08:14:56</strong>
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				In hangar 12 in the <em>Betelgeuse Technological Research Center</em> complex sat a solemn party of five. Two older men were quietly finishing their bowls of rice and stew, their heads hung low. A younger man and woman sat with their bowls empty, the woman smoking a cigarette while the man rubbed his rather sizable gut a little distraught. The fifth was a man nearing his late 20's, reclining nonchalantly in a divan next to a massive Cataphract, eating the occasional olive or taking a sip of water. He looked over to a cart of tools over by a much smaller 'Mech and gave a heavy sigh.<br><br>"You act like it's my funeral."<br><br>He scratched the itch on his nose, which had a rather ugly scar across it. The same with the left side of his lip. It gave him a crooked smile and a patchwork-like look. his nose especially had a jagged edge in the middle of the bridge where he almost lost it. Who knew peeling off plates of damaged armor could be so dangerous? And who knew you could balance a 100 lbs plate of ferro-fibrous on your nose? Or rather in your nose.<br><br>"You are being taken away tomorrow, son..." the taller and more wiry man answered. He had a grey and haunted look, as if he had been under great stress the last couple of months. He had. "Servitude might as well be a death sentence."<br><br>The young man spit an olive core at the leg of the Cataphract, which bounced off with a happy ping. He smiled his crooked smile at the old man, showing off the missing tooth underneath the lip-scar.<br><br>"You are so melo-dramatic, Father. Millions live perfectly ordinary lives as servitors and their hard work ensures the prosperity of the state! Also who knows, perhaps a swashbuckling mercenary band will swing by and save me from the shame."<br><br>He gave a clear laugh while the others looked at him puzzled. Clearly he was going through some sort of denial.<br><br><hr><br>The buggy stood silently in the tall grass, lights turned of and engine running quietly. The commander in the&nbsp; front passenger seat stood up through the small hatch with the light machine-gun and watched through the nightscope as five large shapes slipped out of the edge of the forest and slid towards the city. Then five other, larger behemoths did the same, but heading towards the Research Center. He gave a grunt as he turned and knocked on the windshield of the drivers cockpit behind his own and then slid down through the hatch. He flipped a switch on his radio panel while dotting out some symbols on the tactical map.<br><br>"Alright Davids, a recon of five and an assault of five, recon heading for city. We'll follow them, they might be going for the expo. I'm relaying the others to HQ. Roll out!"<br><br>Ten engines roared to life as the buggies flew across the field towards the back of the lights. Each was armed with one medium pulse laser and a rotary heavy machine gun. They were the Betelgeuse Davids, 'Mech-hunters extraordinaire. Once the lights entered the streets they would split up and create their own version of Hell around them...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 18:25:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Her Shadow hawk, mission insertion point <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>"Miyoko, I'm one kilometer east of Snake and the others.&nbsp; Keep your eyes open, we need to delay any response once that power plant goes up."<br><br>She flips open the comm channel "Roger" is all that she say her voice as dead as she feels inside, she has a really bad feeling about this mission. Thankfully she has spent a sizable amount of money to bribe some of the crew aboard the dropship to get them to open one of the doors to the crew hangars for her to leave a little present inside. She turns to Rose with a little smile, "Don't worry darlings just keep an eye on the scanner for me".<br><br>She follows the other recon making sure she is behind them with all her eyes and sensors up, this time she is darned if she will have to engage in hand to hand combat but.. considering the mission objectives she fully suspects that wont work.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>01-01-2013, 20:16:39</strong>
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				Maho was genuinely surprised at the plan. She'd expected the heavier lance to assault the city, and the recon lance to run in and grab the VIP . . . but she understood why they'd flipped it. If there were enough pilots for the <em>Cataphracts</em>, things would get very rough very fast. That was why Maho didn't object, and why she was now leading her . . yes, HER recon lance towards the city. She still wanted to split off from the group and run wide with her scouting . . . but it was best that she at least TRY to act like a leader for the time being. Flipping over to the comms, she contacted the recon lance, opening with a sigh.<br><br><strong>"Well, rule one of Snake Being On Top is that we're always walking into an ambush. Always. Ninja, Little Bit, Puma, keep your eyes open on our sides and rear. The last thing we need is that so-called Elite lance jumping us before we're ready. Once we get within range of the plant, I'm opening up with my fireworks, so any hope for stealth will be gone after all. Feel free to charge on in and raise hell at that point. . . . Hrm, and . . stick together when things get rough."</strong><br><br>It sounded like saying that last part stung just a little bit. Regardless, her <em>Sling</em> was about to enter the city limits now, and was nearly in range of her LRMs. Things were going to get stupid, fast. Just like old times!
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 15:47:14</strong>
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				Erich was, by all accounts, an extremely skilled Mechwarrior, when it came to gunnery; he joked that he could use his 'Mech's head-mounted small laser to shoot the nuts off of a fly, and in actual truth, very few mechwarriors were as visibly accurate as the veteran pilot. Piloting his machine, however, he was merely passable; unlike some of the younger mechwarriors, he could not make his 'mech do fancy crap like sidestep a missile volley, or even pretend to be stealthy, even with the handicap of his controlling Eighty tons of twelve-metre tall death machine.<br><br>So, even then, it was a shock for the on-foot security team at the BTRC to find themselves face-to-foot with the Assault 'Mech as Erich simply walked his Assault through the four-metre tall security wall surrounding the complex, scattering chunks of ferrocrete in all directions as the 'Mech lurched from the impact against its legs, the left arm swinging wide and tearing a gouge into the building on the 'mech's flank, balancing it by causing even more collateral damage. Catching itself, the Awesome stepped forwards again, one massive foot landing directly on top of one of the hapless security team, converting the blue-suited MP into little more than a greasy smear ground into the cracked Ferrocrete, before the 'mech left the alleyway it had entered, coming out near the massive open square dominating the centre of the BTRC.<br><br>For everyone that hadn't heard the alarm blaring due to the blatant perimetre breach, most people were alerted to the arrival of a reinforced Lance of Heavy and Assault 'mechs when one of the Awesome's PPCs cycled, then fired, turning a guard station into flying, burning kindling with a thunderous Crack of discharging energy. Erich simply smiled to himself, keeping an eye on the sensors as he began to fire single PPC bolts at anyone with a gun. "Assault Team, start cracking buildings; Find the hangars quickly so we don't get swarmed by Cappie Frankenmechs. Remember; the more you kill now, the less we have to deal with later."<br><br>He punctuated his comment by firing a PPC bolt into a large garage door, blowing out the upper hinge and causing the door to crumple to the ground, exposing the interior to his Mechine's baleful gaze. Flipping a switch, he sent a short message to Maho. "Snake, Brick. In the Objective and Taking it apart."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 07:37:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Her Shadow hawk, mission insertion point <strong>:Location</strong><br>Maho <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>"Snake, Puma. Detecting some movement on long range sensors, could be just a ghost request permission to move off a little to check it out. Over"<br><br>Miyoko loosens the grip on the controls slightly, for some reason her heart is pounding in her chest more then usual in the minutes before all hell breaks loose. "Something is wrong... I can feel it" she mumbles to herself and keeps a close eye on her instruments, she was sure she briefly saw something at the edge of her scanners. "We need a Raven, and if we keep getting into these short range firefights I will request a trade for the hawk. Worst come to worst Ill dig into some of the cash I pilfered before being booted out of the Combine."<br><br>"burrr" Theodore complains and she turns to look at him, "I know dear, it wasn't honorable but dammit.. if mommy hadn't done it we would be slogging it out on foot now. You dont want Rose to get muddy do you? Thought not" she grins at the silence from the brown and grey bear and she flashes the white polarbear with her roses a grin.<br><br>As the distance to the city limits close rapidly she has to resign herself that her Long range missiles and the PPC will be all but useless and she slaves the laser and the short range missiles to her primary controls instead. "Ok Theodore, keep an eye on that scanner. I think we are walki.."<br><br>"FUCK!!! ITS A TRAP!" she snarls over the coms and frantically backpedaling as the scanners clear up for a few showing briefly a large buggy with its mech hunting weapon posed to strike at them. With a roar the missiles leap out of the launcher to corkscrew over to shred the ground in a firestorm of shrapnel, she isnt sure if she hit or not but the ruby red laserbeam follows slashing through the building behind the buggy.<br><br>"fuck fuck fuck"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 17:33:03</strong>
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				The buggy swerved as the lance of laser cut a burning swath through the building, the dak-dak-dak of its pulse laser cutting into the right knee joint of the Shadow Hawk with terrifying precision. While not enough to break the joint, the following two buggies that sped past the street followed it up with two more precise volleys, strafing the right leg. It was hard enough to hit a target in full speed, let alone put each blast in the area on and around the knee. But the Davids were crack hunters. The buggy that had initiated the attack leaped forward with surprising speed and weaved in between the legs of the Hawk only to disappear around the corner.<br><br>"Good work Alpha, the Hawk is panicking!" Lieutenant Feng watched the action unfold from his command cockpit and grinned viciously. MechWarriors feared urban environments for this very reason. The buggies were too fast to target properly and the streets were cramped in true Capellan architectural fashions. The moment the monstrous 'Mechs had entered the city the buggies were swarming around them, firing precise shots at any weak spots they could find. His own buggy cut a corner and fired a volley into the back of a Locust before making a perfect U-turn and disappearing back the same way he had come.<br><br>"Unleash hell, soldiers! Show them where all our 'Mech-marks come from!"<br><br><hr><br>"We are being attacked!"<br><br>The trembling ground made the glass windows of Hangar 12 clatter like teeth. The younger man had leaped to his feet and turned towards the Cataphract, but the engineer was quicker. He managed a perfect rising round-house to the man's neck before putting the woman in a sleeping hold. Her struggles laxed after a few seconds and the two older men stood up and strode towards the back of the hangar. The engineer sighed and followed after them, showing the way towards a large domed object covered in a large cloth sheet.<br><br>"I hope they don't hold it against me... poor Tina hates to be put to sleep like that." He grabbed the sheet and pulled it of the object, revealing a Beagle underneath it.<br><br>"A BAP?" the old technician exclaimed "What good will it be right now?"<br><br>The young engineer smiled his crooked smile and flicked a makeshift switch attached to the 'Mech equipment. The lights in the hangar flickered as the Beagle powered up to a soft humming.<br><br>"Ye of little faith, Chow-Yun! It's not a BAP, it's a PAB. I reverse-engineered it to send out a signature rather than look for one. Every MechWarrior in a 'Mech within a kilometer will notice the signature of a giant panda just about now, emitting from this very hangar."<br><br>He looked down at his wrist watch as his father patted the device and smiled.<br><br>"So that is how you intended them to find you. A rather simple solution with a big personal touch."<br><br>The engineered smiled back, the father and son sharing a sort of secret moment before his flipped the switch again. He had spent the last couple of months studying the response time of the MechWarriors. He had even recommended the base commander to sharpen the crews with response exercises so that he would know approximately how fast the teams would respond to an intrusion into the compound. He had also started up a secret project in one of the hangars at the other side of the base, ensuring everyone that it was crucial to defend that position first and foremost in case of attack. If all had gone as planned, the Cataphracts were heading there now while his would-be rescuers had been the only ones to see the giant panda-face flashing on their sensors just now. Hopefully their LL wasn't a complete idiot and could identify a flare if he saw one.<br><br><hr><br>V<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OICE IDENTIFICATION RECUIRED</span>.<br><br>"<strong>Godot is not coming.</strong>"<br><br>V<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OICE IDENTIFICATION VERIFIED</span>. S<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">TAR</span> L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">EAGUE</span> L<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">EGACY</span> 01 <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">POWERING UP</span>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 20:06:50</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br><strong>Ranna Krannok<br>Recon Lance<br>Objective: Betelgeuse </strong><br><br><br><hr><br>The firey explosion of metal on ferroscrete shattered windows of a nearby building as the David smashed like a tin can under the crush of Harlequin's foot.&nbsp; Her leg joints flexed at the weight of her Hatchetman hitting the ground without retro jets to ease her descent.&nbsp; Ranna checked her HUD searching the streets for the rest of the lance.&nbsp; She'd been lucky.&nbsp; Staying out on the edge of the picket the way she did allowed her to catch sight of the Davids as they made their approach, hitting the lights at the edge of the city after they had committed to their attack.&nbsp; While Ranna definitely didn't have the advantage in this environment, she had one thing the Davids didn't have, a complete disregard for the inhabitants of this city.&nbsp; <br><br>Catching sight of another David running up a parallel street coming up behind Maho's Sling.&nbsp; They were trying to get into her rear armor without her noticing.&nbsp; Instinctively Ranna set up an intercept course, checking her HUD for signals.&nbsp; As she approached the building separating her and the next street she spun her hatchet up from behind, allowing the Ferrosteel blade to tear through steel and stone, creating a gash in the side of the structure.&nbsp; She swung again, the hatchet tearing another swath of destruction through the building as she moved forward at half speed.&nbsp; A moment later she spun the Hatchet around and started to swing it the other direction.&nbsp; The head of the hatchet broke through the roof of the building, and smashed down into the street ahead of the David just in time for it to smash head long into the solid head. <br><br>Using the blade's anchor in the ground, Ranna pulled herself through the remaining building.&nbsp; Her Medium lasers destroying what was left of the broken David.&nbsp; Turning to follow Maho, Ranna swung her Hatchet from side to side, smashing walls and buildings, causing them to crash down into the street behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 22:09:01</strong>
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				<strong>"Damnit, everyone tighten up ranks and keep together. Keep moving to the power generator, and watch each others' backs. I'm going to put some damn holes in the streets and see if I can limit these guys' mobility a bit. And for the love of god, Puma, keep the enemies on your left side! They're trying to take out your right leg!"</strong><br><br>Thank god the <em>Shadowhawk</em> managed to give them a short bit of warning, that certainly helped. As the <em>Hatchetman</em> lent her a helping hand, the <em>Sling</em>'s jump jets ignited and it leapt up on top of the nearest building. With no active enemy mechs near them she could risk taking to the rooftops, and using the building for cover. Switching off the safeties that kept her from firing without a missle lock, Maho carefully pointed her arms in different directions, before firing a salvo of missiles as wide as possible. Small explosions rocked the streets, tearing up the streets. It wouldn't be a big deal for the large feet of Battlemechs, but wheeled vehicles were going to have a hard time as their movement options began to be limited. Crouching down on the roof, Maho counted down in her head, waiting for her missiles to recycle. She hated wasting ammo like this, but those little vehicles were too damn quick!
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 00:21:09</strong>
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				Graff kept his Marauder in line with the rest of his lance as they made their way to the facilities.&nbsp; It was kind of strange how light the standing defenses seem if this place was as important as they say.&nbsp; Still looks can be deceiving so he kept his eyes pealed.&nbsp; When weapons free was called Graff turned towards the mech hangers and began sighting in on the large heavy metal doors with his PPCs.&nbsp; Firing in alternating volleys he attempted to place the shots at the hinges, sliding mechanism and other things crucial to opening the doors.&nbsp; The man made lighting his boxy arms spew should do a decent job fusing the doors shut, that should by the company time even if some pilots do get to their mechs.<br><br>Then the panda flashed on his radar screen, an odd thing to say the least.&nbsp; "What the...anyone else picking this up on their radar?&nbsp; It...it looks like a giant bear?!"&nbsp; Graff says over the coms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 18:18:41</strong>
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				It was kind of ironic that Lily had traded in her Hatchetman, which had been outfitted to specialize in the primarily urban scenarios of the arenas, for an Axman 2N, expecting to be thrown primarily into more open battlefields only to be thrown into a city assault on her second outing. Of course, the sample size was tiny enough to make it insignificant, but it was still a slightly funny thing to consider. All in all, however, even in spite of the less than ideal load-out of her 'mech, she still felt quite comfortable as Erich led the lance through the outer barricade. <br><br>Long range missiles or not, this was still right up her alley, and she still had her trusty hatchet which was always a great equalizer and then some in any type of urban confrontation. Lily was actually extremely excited by the prospect of finally putting it to good use against the defending Cataphracts, but for now they had to rattle the beehive for a bit to lure them out. Wrecking building wasn't exactly the type of thing that got her going, it had to be done, so she temporarily turned her melee weapon into a wrecking ball of sorts and got to work, only firing her lasers sparingly to keep her machine's heat levels from ever going above twenty percent.<br><br>Just to give the defending forced that extra little bit of motivation, and to cause a bit more confusion by spreading the damage, Lily also dumb-fired a full barrage of LRMs in a spread out pattern into some buildings about five hundred meters down the road, dealing a good deal of damage and more importantly creating some very flashy explosions that were bound to catch anyone's attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 03:54:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Her Shadow hawk, city <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>"I know.. Don't worry I'm on it" as the second buggy tries to copy the attack run she turns on the spot and her left foot comes swinging out catching it in the side sending the speeding vehicle tumbling into a building and it crashes through the wall to explode in a fiery inferno. If they expected her to panic they where sorely mistaken, a wide spread of her long range missiles chews up the ground further ahead sending huge chunks of concrete into the air making the road even harder to navigate for the little bastards. She doesn't fire the monstrous PPC not wanting to spike the temperature even further, with the reduced number of sinks the heat is already climbing dangerously inside of the Hawk.<br><br>"What do you say sweeties? Shall we unleash hell?" "BURR!!!" "burrburr" they both answer and her lips curl into a big grin and she punches out with both arms smashing the buildings open to rain concrete and various pieces of furniture down around her feet as she makes sure to keep the weakened knee away from any line of fire. Her scanners light up as something really big seems to be powering up and she curses loudly. "Puma here, detecting something big! Must be the Atlas, I don't think we want to tango with it and these little fuckers at the same time." She sidesteps another blast from one of the buggies as it speeds up behind, the driver insanely good at dodging the debris on the ground and more warnings light up as a full ton of armour is slagged on the back but thankfully the weakened knee is saved another assault. Her short range missiles roar out on flumes of flame and detonate all around the speeding buggy showering it in shrapnel but it keeps going and makes a tight turn almost going up on its side when her PPC roars out and the man made lightning turns it into a speeding pile of molten metal.<br><br>"Fuck its getting hot in here" she pants and wipes sweat off her forehead as heat warnings are flashing all around and she slams her palm down on the button to silence them. "I KNOW!" she growls at the computer. "Puma, Im seriously overheating do we try and make a run for the goods or stay here and fight?" With a series of dull thuds the launchers finish reloading but she holds fire for now wanting to vent off some of the hellish heat inside of the cockpit. She can very well imagine how the air around her mech must be scorching hot by now. "And what the fuck is up with that.. bear?!" her confusion is obvious as she looks back at her two gunners who just stare back blankly, probably just as hot and miserable as she is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 17:57:24</strong>
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				Erich grunted at the pop-up on his sensors, the sheer size of the imprint obscuring several buildings on the map overlay as he calmly stomped his 'mech through the side of a warehouse, sending crates and a cluster of armed guards flying with a well-placed kick. "It seems our extraction target has a sense of humor. Too bad it's a stupid one."<br><br>Walking his 'mech through the far wall of the warehouse, he finally came upon the first hint of actual resistance as a Cataphract, at the edge of its effective range, opened fire with its Autocannon and PPC, barely missing the slab-sided Awesome, which weathered the storm of shattered brick and static from the PPC's near-miss like a summer shower. "Contact; looks like the vanguard; Newboy, go hunt down that damn bear-shaped interference and extract the target; take Defiance with you as backup. Vice and Kismet, on me. Bring your party hats."<br><br>Swiveling his 'mech towards the Cataphract, Erich settled the crosshairs on the Capellan heavy's left hip, before thumbing the primary target interlock, all four PPCs erupting in a focused blast of searing energy, sending heat alarms warbling as the heat sinks laboured to cool the massive 'Mech, even as the four blasts all hit the same spot, blowing the Cataphract's left leg off at the middle of the thigh, sending the 70-tonner tumbling to the ground, the impact shattering ferrocrete and leaving armour plates torn from the impact.<br><br>Hot-cycling the PPCs, Erich watched the suddenly one-legged Heavy try to aim with the PPC mounted in its right arm, before he fired again, the wave of hot, dry heat filling the cockpit as his aim again proved true, Coring the Cataphract's torso just above the autocannon mount, and hitting its ammo reserve. The explosion, a cascade of large-calibre shells erupting like a volcano through the 'mech's flank as the gaping hole created by the PPCs vomited forth chunks of internal structure and glowing slag was impressive, but, more importantly, it destroyed the 70-tonner's XL engine, leaving its partially-dismembered body limp in the street. The Brick slowly shambled forwards, heat pouring off of its body in waves, even as Erich was forced to rely on his eyes rather than sensors as the Targeting system nearly shorted out from the massive heat-dump, alarms blaring in his ears as the Engine tried to shut down for precious seconds to mitigate the immense heat load the 'Mech was forced to deal with.<br><br>Toggling his 'mech's ECM, he smirked as the countermeasures powered up, shrouding his 'Mech's massive electronic and heat signature in a cloud of electronic interference, suddenly making it far more difficult for any more targets to get a good lock on the 80-ton war machine. Not bothering to toggle his comms, he smirked as another Cataphract came out of an alleyway, Both 'mechs opening fire at the same time, the Cataphract peeling armour from the Awesome's left leg and right arm, While Erich's steady hand, despite the massive overheating, sheared off the Cataphract's right arm at the elbow, forcing the Lighter 'mech to withdraw as half of its long-range firepower laid, crumpled and smoking, on the roadway. "Score one for me. Better hurry up kids."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 21:09:50</strong>
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				"Brick, Vice. Be with you in a minute, cracking open a oyster shell here."<br><br>Like Griff, Alroy had found a warehouse and focused the attention of his large laser on the hinge mechanisms, but for a very different reason. Positioned in front of the doors, he dragged coherent light across the hinges until they glowed white-hot, then tilted the weight of his chassis back and kicked out with one huge, three-toed foot. The melted hinges shattered, sending the door halfway across the hanger and flattening a handful of techs scattered around the stationary chassis of a 'Mech - a Vindicator, by the looks of it, but cold and inactive. For good measure, Alroy pumped a full missile salvo into the sitting target, shattering the gantry and toppling the machine sideways into a pile of spare parts and ammunition. The spare shells detonated as the Crab retreated around the remaining door, barely holding in the blast and sending a blistering torch of flame out the gap. Once his heat was under control, he locked on Erich's coordinates and lumbered in the Awesome's direction.<br><br>The Cataphract pilot was just as startled as Alroy was when they came around the corner of a warehouse, almost colliding head-on. The Capellan pilot backpedaled furiously, spitting light from its twin lasers and PPC as the autocannon spat solid slugs into a line of craters across Tanya's front plating, struggling to get back out of sight before the King Crab could retaliate. Unfortunately for him, he didn't make it in time, and Alroy zeroed in on the enemy Mech's hips, above the reverse-jointed knees reminiscent of the Marauder whose legs had, once upon a time, been cannibalized into the first Cataphract. Like the Marauders, Cataphracts sported leg armor much lighter than was typical for their weight class, and the Deathgiver autocannons bellowed 150mm fury into the fragile joint. The hip and a solid portion of the 'Mech's upper thigh shattered beneath the fury, and its pilot ejected to safety moments before the rest of his crippled 'Mech toppled sideways through the warehouse wall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 18:09:39</strong>
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				There was a growing steady rumble in the cityscape as the buggies made their escape. Static started to fill up the screens and comms of the Recon Lance's sensors and Maho caught a brief glimpse of an elongated grinning skull on a tall black body before it all went south. A well aimed Gauss round ripped the leg clean off Yamina's Locust, sending it tumbling to the ground, another finding its target and sending Hiro's Spider stumbling with one arm less. Inside the cockpit of the beast there was a maddened grin spreading on its MechWarrior as the to him tiny 'Mech made a leap towards him with his jumpjets to try and distract him from his legged colleague. Big mistake it turned out, as the arm of the giant 'Mech was fast and tipped with three large punching daggers, slamming into the chest of Hiro's 'Mech and pinning him there. Even as he started crushing the Spider's upper torso with its other hand the little one blasted of shot after shot towards the Giant's face, but stopped as a final twitch went through its body and it slammed into the ground utterly devastated. The eye of the Giant next turned towards the legged Locust who had started shooting frantically towards him as Hiro fell down. He slowly made his way over and took his time lifting the heavy foot over it before stomping down on it.<br><br>"<strong>Dosvedanya, little creeps. Godot is here...</strong>"<br><br>He flicked a switch and the sensors came back on, blaring alarms along the Recons of the heavy Assault 'Mech standing alongside their comrade's destroyed 'Mechs. The open channel was filled with a deep sadistic laughter before the static returned once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 22:02:15</strong>
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				Graff pivoted his Marauder towards the bear and started off while Vice finished what he was killing and covered his six.&nbsp; He moved at a low enough speed that allowed him to turn easily on the pavement without falling but still allowed him to reach the warehouse in a good time.&nbsp; Armor was blasted off and melted from his flanks as the defending mechs began to make themselves known, it could have been a lot worse but Graff played the cityscape smartly trying to keep their own building between him and the Capellan's, they may be crazy but even they wouldn't bring their own base down around them in order to kill one mech.<br><br>A defending Jenner turned the corner in front of him, half surprised it let loose with it's missiles and lasers before trying to turn and run.&nbsp; Too close for the PPCs to be effective Graff utilizes his medium lasers and torso mounted autocannon to rip off chunks of armor as it begins to run.&nbsp; Quickly he notices his AC go red again, this time it indicates a jam but with the problems he had earlier it could very well be another glitch.&nbsp; "Crap...come on..." No time to apply the magic banging to try and get the weapon back as he sprints through the intersection where the Jenner took off he looks down the street to see it did not make it's turn cleanly and slid face first down the street.&nbsp; Turning his right control stick down the street Graff shoots a quick spear of lightning at it as it lays on the ground.&nbsp; "That should keep him from following me."&nbsp; Graff quips as the heat washes over him.&nbsp; Once final turn puts him at the bear blipped warehouse, once he's sure no one is attacking him he flips his external speakers on and broadcasts.&nbsp; "Codename Varyag?&nbsp; We are hear to extract you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 23:40:46</strong>
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				The hangar doors slid open before Graff and revealed what could only be described as a true FrankenMech. Somewhere beneath the bolted on plates of steel and garishly painted on yellow stripes was a Cataphract. The torso's AC port only featured a thick metal tube more for looks than anything else and the arm mounted cannons had been replaced with two heavy recoilless rifles on each. There could be a pair of lasers in the torso, or it was just some prisms for show. The comms sparked to life and a new voice entered the Assault lance's channel.<br><br>"Varyag here. Don't mind the looks, I can still walk on my own."<br><br>The Cataphract stepped out of the hangar with a strange sort of grace, as if it was unaware of its current condition. Codename Varyag had battled the authorities for several months on the issue, but without any equipment or resources the engineer had been unable to secure anything better than some old war materiel that had been forgotten long ago. It was severely under-armed, but intead had been given some improvised armor to at least make it resilient enough to make a hasty escape from the facility. The two older men closed the doors behind the freakish construction.<br><br>"Show the way. We better get out of here quick, the facility holds a garrison no less than thirty Cataphracts strong. They should have organized the defenses about now, so we don't want to stick around..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 10:37:46</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br><strong>Ranna Krannok<br>Recon Lance<br>Objective: Betelgeuse </strong><br><br><br><hr><br><em>"Dosvedanya, little creeps. Godot is here..."</em><br><br>The sudden static had surprised Ranna as she watched Maho's sling jump up on top of the buildings to crater the streets.&nbsp; But the real signal that shit was about to get bad had been when the David's retreated from the streets.&nbsp; The ominous call on the broadcast frequencies had only sealed the moment of distress in her mind when she half turned a corner in time to see Hiro's Spider impaled by the Atlas' huge arm and Yamina's Locust falling towards the ground minus a leg.&nbsp; <br><br>They always say your training will define how you deal with a threat like this and your reactions will be unconscious which could be the difference in time between life and death.&nbsp; With Ranna training was all she had known for years and as with everything it was fine tuned.&nbsp; Without thinking Ranna turned back around the side of the building and slowly started moving through the streets of the building trying to put as much metal and ferroscrete between her hand the Atlas.&nbsp; Secondly she flipped a switch on her secondary systems console and toggled the button underneath.&nbsp; With a thud of metal and a pop of energy a small rocket shaped device launched from the back of Harlequin's torso.&nbsp; Shooting high into the sky at high speed,, followed only by a light smoke trail a few seconds later the flare inside exploded into a magnesium rain of energy and light.&nbsp; The IR interference blanketing the air over the Atlas would blind any sensor grid for minutes while the bright star in the sky would provide a signal flare to any outside of the umbrella of magnesium rain.&nbsp; <br><br>Without hesitation, Ranna used the cover to make her escape quickly ducking in and out of alleyways and streets moving faster than she knew the Atlas could follow, hoping Miyoko had seen the danger before getting to close and that Maho was close enough to see her turn and run and follow closely behind her.&nbsp; Today, against those odds,&nbsp; survival was the better part of Valor.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 19:25:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Her Shadow hawk, city <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>"You will fucking pay" Miyoko snarls and glares at the coms, its eerily quiet with no commands coming her way either about if she should engage, fall back or just continue towards the exhibit. She gnashes her teeth in frustration as the Atlas rampages through their numbers but without an order to fall back she instead pushes her engine to the limit, making sure to keep buildings between herself and the monstrous mech. Watching her scanners closely it seems that the defenders are being pulled away along with the atlas so as she reaches the small square before the exhibit she spots only a few civilians running for their lives at the destruction being inflicted on their city. "Come on, we need orders here." she sighs in frustration, and with no word from the extraction team she figures she better get moving having lost her friends in the maze and something had set of a large burst clouding her sensors fully.<br><br>"Just fucking great&gt;" she sighs and sets off at full speed at least her heat sinks had allowed her mech to cool down by now, the massive mech crashing through the front of the building in a shower of glass and brick. She swivels her torso around and launches off a full salvo of her missiles to crater the ground behind her in case those darn buggies return. The myomer muscles straining to clear the building as she grabs a few of the items from the display and then firing her jump rockets she launchers herself out of the collapsing building not wanting to stay too long and having seen no one else figures they either got delayed or are dead.<br><br>"Puma, where is everyone. Orders?" Pushing her mech to its limits as soon as she lands in a cloud of smoke and fire she sets off running down the street, arms smashing buildings and lamp posts asunder leaving a trail of debris that is making her easy to track but she doesn't want more of those darn buggies on her ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 05:24:47</strong>
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				Erich's voice came over the commlink to the company, his dark tone booming through the fog of confusion and mayhem that had settled over the ambush by the Atlas in the City, even as his voice became fuzzed from the electrostatic crackle of Near-misses, and solid hits from Enemy PPCs, as he continued to lay down a withering volume of fire, forcing the Capellan heavies to keep their collective heads down.<br><br>"Brick here; Recon, break to the east, away from the city; use that speed to get away from the Atlas, but don't run in a straight line. Snake, fire some LRMs into the transformer station at the powerplant to slow pursuit." He paused, his voice fading in a thunderous crackle of electrical surge as his massive 'mech was caught across the chest and arms by a brace of PPC fire, even as he retaliated in kind, peeling open the chest of one Cataphract, and decapitating another, his war machine sagging into the side of the warehouse he had been using for temporary cover as Erich fought the 'mech's gyroscopes, compensating for losing over two tons of armour from the Awesome's frame.<br><br>"Newboy, take Varyag straight east. Defiance seems to have lost comms, so take her with you; use hand signals if you need to, but don't leave her behind." In the background, keen ears could hear the dulcet tones of the Awesome's battle computer, warning that internal temperatures had exceeded safe operating parameters, and it was on its final override before shutting down. A dull roar echoed through the comms as well, the telltale of brick and Ferrocrete being crushed as the overheated Assault 'mech tore into a warehouse, using the respite from the enemy firepower to bleed some of the massive amounts of heat from the firefight. "Vice, Kismet, once Varyag is off base perimiter, fall back. I'll take rearguard. Don't forget to smash everything that looks valuable."<br><br>Toggling his comms back down to lance-level, Erich's steady hand on the controls found a target that made him smile. A Cataphract had gotten too close to the warehouse his 'mech sheltered in, so, throttling up to full speed, the eighty-ton 'mech slammed through a half-metre thick wall, and directly into the Cataphract's side, sandwiching the lighter capellan machine into the wall of the main research facility. The combined force of one-hundred and fifty tons of moving metal and fusion-powered weapons was too much for the research facility's hardened outer walls, which slowly crumpled around the Cataphract's impact point, leaving the 70-ton frankenmech barely upright in the debris. Erich then fired at point-blank range, the ruby glare of the head-mounted Small Laser pitting armour as the decoherent wash of hypercharged cerulean particulates scoured armour and internal structure like a scourge would flay skin and muscle from bone. The Cataphract's two medium lasers, the only weapons that could accurately hit at point-blank range fired low into the Awesome's right side, causing one of the Assault's heatsinks to rupture and explode outwards in a gush of boiling coolant, looking like greenish-grey blood from the wound in the 'mech's flank.<br><br>Concentrating on his target, Erich simply moved his left hand to the secondary controls, lifting his 'mech's massive pyramid-shaped left hand towards the Cataphract's cockpit, the four flanges that acted as fingers clamping over the lighter 'mech's faceplate. Erich snarled several strong curses into the comms as he began to make his 'mech Squeeze the heavy 'mech's head, crumpling armour and delicate instruments even as the Cataphract tried to fight back, both of the lighter 'mech's arms banging across the Awesome's larger, heavier limbs. It took ten long, agonizing seconds, but, the Cataphract's head, stressed beyond the forces its structure could handle, crumpled into itself, leaving a viscous red smear over the Awesome's hand. Stepping back from the smoking, joint-locked ruin of the 70-ton 'mech, Erich ignored the alarms shrieking for his attention, simply slamming his 'mech towards the destroyed Heavy, pushing it like a 70-ton battering ram into the Research Centre, then trampling over the Cataphract's remains as he took his war machine through the centre of the building, the head-mounted small laser probing forth, setting fire to anything that looked expensive as Erich began to head Eastwards, leading the Capellan defense force on a painful chase through their own research building, infantry inside the building scattering and trying to fire weapons at the 12-metre wall war machine that was smashing its way through the secret projects.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 09:38:30</strong>
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				"It doesn't look too good, Perks..."<br><br>Walter stood over the tactical display, which the command crew was working frantically to update with the little snippets of info that slipped through the static. A few minutes earlier a tech had almost burst into dance after he managed to steal away some satellite feed from above, but the information of two lights having been downed wasn't turned the moment sour quickly. <br><br>"Well, that is war, Walter. We pay the price."<br><br>"I hope this engineer is worth it. Otherwise I'll drop him out the chute once we leave orbit."<br><br>Perkins smirked, sipping on his cup of coffee with one of his cybernetic arms behind his back. He was every bit as much a Fleet officer now that he had been in his youth, even though he had exchanged his uniform for a smartly cut suit. He was a commander of finance now, but that didn't mean he still had his tactical sleeves to pull cards from.<br><br>"Believe me, Walter. We need this man. His work will bring us up there with the Wolves Dragoons and Grey Deaths. A top ranking merc unit needs to evolve. And with the Clans advancing, top ranking merc units are selling."<br><br>Walter had nothing to reply with. Sometimes he was disgusted by the cold way Perkins looked at casualties, trauma and dismemberment. It was just statistics to him, a dip in an efficiency curve, a slight economic mishap. He looked down at the tactical map again. He made up his mind and walked away towards the bay. Dammit if Perkins' new toy wouldn't come in handy anyway.<br><br><hr><br>"Soo..."<br><br>The atmosphere was a bit chilly between the Marauder and the FrankenPhract. Even if he had been given the codes for the channel, it seemed this merc group was the silent sort. Which was odd, he had run several trials with experimental 'Mechs with other merc unis and they were usually a loud and boastful sort. It was a bit unnerving to be honest. He opened a tightbeam to the Marauder and began.<br><br>"Uhm, hey. Sorry for intruding like this, but... huh, what should I call you? Have a name or callsign or something?"<br><br>The scape before them changed suddenly when a Cataphract turned the corner, but Varyag's reflexes jumped into gear, the two tubes on his right arm emptying into the right torso and cockpit of the 'Mech, followed by two thudding blasts from a medium pulse laser. Seemed like the prisms wasn't just for show. There was a slight comfortable change in heat inside the cockpit. There was an itch under his chin , but the engineer wore one of the bulkier full models of neurohelmets which looked more like something an aerospace-pilot would have than a MechWarrior. As the enemy Phract toppled he continued as if nothing had happened.<br><br>"Anyway, it's not really Varyag. Janos or Wu will suffice among friends, which we are... I hope."<br><br><hr><br>The Cataphracts seemed to ease their attacks on the Awesome, taking up more defensive positions as they advanced after it. Their numbers thinned a bit and they only occasionally risked to pop out to take a shot. Either they were trying to encircle him or they were simply sending more around him to intercept the others who were retreating. Either way, it was just more bad news piling up as the sensors on the Awesome started to freak out. Just then the building on the right of Erich erupted into a cloud of dust and debris, a Gauss round digging into the ground in front of him and the other gracing his right leg. Two in close succession, followed up by the angry buzz of Medium lasers and then the large black 'Mech, with its leering white skull. But there was something strange about this Atlas. It feinted some punches with it's large punching claws. It had two Gauss Rifles in its chest, <strong>GODOT</strong> written in red across it. The strange thing was that it wasn't an Atlas at all. It was a Pillager.<br><br>"I'm guessing you are a veteran, Awesome..." The static voice carried over the comms had a sort of perverted glee over them, as if the chaos of battle was making the MechWarrior's hands sweaty. "Not like the Locust and Spider that I squeezed under my heel like the creeps they were!"<br><br>The twin Gauss opened fire again, followed up by a vicious uppercut towards the cockpit.<br><br><hr><br>The newly arrived 'Mechs seemed wary of the Union standing in the middle of the forest. They had been summoned a long time ago, coming with a MASH in tow to the preselected location and time. As the bay doors opened they might have expected something big like a Highlander stepping out of it. Instead the rattle of the threads burst out of it, the heavy tank almost leaping out at them as it settled in the soft undergrowth. Walter smiled a bit at his seat in the combined commander/gunner seat of his brand new Gauss Rommel. He was very familiar with its trajectory and the speed wasn't too shabby.<br><br>"Alright, newcomers! Spread up and meet up at these coordinates in fifteen minutes. We got some 'Mechs to save!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 18:59:54</strong>
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				Erich leaned his 'mech into the impact of the two gauss rifles, silently counting himself lucky that the enemy mechwarrior seemed to have the accuracy of a child flinging mudballs, even as the fourth gauss slug fired at his battered 'mech smacked into the Awesome's right thigh, exploiting earlier damage and causing the myomer bundles that made up the assault's right thigh to be severed and explode outwards, steaming from the heat of the Assault's constant fighting, and leaking coolant.<br><br>The punch towards the Awesome's head hit hard, tearing into armour and barely missing Erich as the 80-ton 'mech bobbed downwards from the impact, slashing open the Assault's small laser from the blow. Erich simply toggled his 'mech's loudspeakers, putting on the thick germanic accent he had ingrained into him during his youth on Odessa. "Vat a Coward Godot is. Waiting for one's back to be turned, and attacking only those who are damaged? You fill your name with shame. You are Schwein, undeserving of piloting anything, much less a 'Mech."<br><br>He punctuated his commentary by firing all of his weapons at the same time, the decoherent wash of charged particles exploding outwards from his PPCs, not having had time to focus into the characteristic Helical beams due to the closeness of the two Assaults. His eyes flicked towards the status display as a Cataphract made itself known at a distance, the 70-ton 'mech firing its PPC in a searing scar across the left side of the Awesome's back, hitting the PPC housing deep in the Awesome's chest, causing the weapon to shut down due to battle damage, even as another Heat sink exploded from the electromagnetic fedback caused by the raw impact.<br><br>Even with the destruction of one of his weapons, Erich smiled as the Pillager took the brunt of the damage on its right flank, three PPC bolts savaging the armour plate just below the aperture of the Gauss Rifle, while the fourth one, dropping as the damage from behind added up, carved a glowing furrow down the Pillager's left leg, stopping just below the knee. Swinging his damaged 'mech forwards, Erich exploited the leg damage with a sharp, harsh kick, the Awesome's massive foot shearing into the armour plate covering the Pillager's knee, and into the joint, temporarily causing the Pillager's knee to snap backwards for just a moment, overbalancing the 100-ton assault 'Mech.<br><br>The combination of losing well over three tons of armour, along with the boot to the knee by the slightly shorter 80-tonner, would have caused almost any 'mech to simply collapse from its gyros being overloaded, and unable to compensate for the sudden redistribution of weight. Probably the only thing that kept the Pillager from an ignominious faceplant into the ferrocrete at the Awesome's feet was a nearby warehouse wall, and the skill the pilot claimed to have. Erich, meanwhile, slowly began circling his 'mech around the staggering Pillager, his sensors momentarily clearing enough to allow him to send a burst message to Alroy's Crab, which was still within the Research Base's walls. The message was short and simple, allowing it to cut through the interference just enough to reach the Crab's battle computer. &lt;100, 2 GR. Nd Sppt, ASAP.&gt;<br><br>Gasping for air as he positioned his 'mech against a wall, protecting the Awesome's back from another potshot from the Capellan heavies, Erich leveled his PPCs at the Pillager, preparing for a second round of firepower to be exchanged among the two pilots. Wincing, he felt the wetness against his side, knowing that shrapnel from the Pillager's punch had gone right through his cooling vest and deep into the muscle just above the hip; even if he survived the battle, the coolant poisoning might just kill him anyhow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 19:26:56</strong>
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				The short-burst message crackled across Alroy's battle comp, and he swore under his breath. Anything packing twin gauss rifles wasn't a fight even he wanted to stick his nose into - but Erich was his friend in addition to being their lance leader, and this was the situation Tanya had been built for. Sure, it was back in the days of the Star League, but things hadn't changed that much.<br><br>Jerking the throttles around sharply, he peeled away from the impromptu formation of Varyag and Kismet, bursting off a message to them both as he piled on speed. "Kismet, you're alone on babysitting duty. Get our ugly duckling out of here intact, I'm going to pull Brick's irons out of the fire." A King Crab could maintain 50+ km/hr in a full-out run, and Alroy got close to that as he ducked and weaved through the tangled maze of warehouses and research laboratories. Only his decades of experience handling his Crab's chassis kept him on his feet, and even then there were a few close calls. At one point, he came across a Cataphract separated from its lance and wandering around alone...100 tons at full speed met 70 tons at a walk, leaving the Heavy 'mech and half a dozen tons of Assault armor on the ground without even slowing down. By the time the Capellan pilot had recovered from the impact, Alroy was already gone, zeroing in on Erich's transmission coordinates even as his sensors fogged over in an ECM-induced haze.<br><br>Employing an old trick, he muted the battle comp and boosted external speaker gain to maximum, listening for pounding footsteps that weren't his own and veering to meet them. Skidding around another warehouse corner, he found the Pillager menacing Erich's savaged Awesome, both of them exhibiting severe leg damage.<br><br>"Hey, ugly! Get picked on by someone your own size for a change!" His paired autocannons howled again, unloading fury at the Pillager. One burst went entirely wide as he struggled to keep from overbalancing, and the second clipped Godot's left arm. A lucky hit with his large laser fried one of the enemy mech's medium lasers, even as heat alarms shrieked warnings at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 19:39:42</strong>
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				Well, her first time as a lance commander, and half her lance was trashed. Wasn't that just wonderful? At the momentary lull in the ECM Maho reacted quickly, calling out orders to her companions. <strong>"Everybody RUN THE FUCK AWAY! Power station NOW!"</strong> It was more important for them to move and get the hell away from that monstrous mech so they could have proper communications.<br><br>Maho's Sling stepped OFF of the building and fell to the ground, a last-minute kick from her jump jets keeping her from screwing up her mech's knees (again), as she promptly darted around a building and ran towards the power station. By this point she had a clear shot at the power station and fired a full salvo of her missiles, peppering the transformers and main buildings with explosions, shutting down the power quite effectively. And permanently. Still continuing to the grounds of the power station she slowed down to a walk and turned about, turning her mech's heat sensors on to keep track of the incoming mechs . . and make sure nothing else was trying to sneak up on them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 20:31:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Capellian space, Drop Zone rendezvous<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Seth Lengheardt, Kara Gaius<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Megan and the others had arrived&nbsp; less the 10 minutes ago meeting up at the coordinates given to find a battered Union Class dropship setting there and a few techs milling around outside. She had peeled off after flashing, their scout code to Seth, and had began a circut around the area about a click out. She pinged away with her Beagle Probe making sure there was nothing hidden. <br>Megan had been monitoring the ongoing battle in the nearby city, having even before they arrived hacked into the regional SatComm Net. What she heard did not sound good, though it appeared a great many of the Cataphracts on guard had taken a beating as had the local militia, it also sounded like the unit they had come to meet was having a difficult time. Then a Giant bear popped up on her sensors and she arched an eyebrow as the fingers on her left hand danced over a keybroad, while the right hand kept controll of the 35 ton Raven. Whomever had done that knew their equipment and was damn good at figuring out how to use it she gave them that. Soon It dropped off and from the bits and pieces she picked up on comms the unit seems to be here to do a snag and grab. <br><br>By the time the Rommel burst from the ship she had a fairly detailed idea of what this unit had and what they faced and frankly it was bad and now she picked up&nbsp; about a dozen of those Capellian buggies swarming from the edge of the city and spreading out as if to set an ambush. From her plots it looked like the mechs of this unit was falling back here and in a direct line with those buggies.&nbsp; She sent a burst off to the rest of her team and opened comms to the newcomer in the tank.<br><br>"Alright, newcomers! Spread up and meet up at these coordinates in fifteen minutes. We got some 'Mechs to save!" came a strong sounding voice from the comms.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/cbt_17_zps14fe88b5.jpg)<br></div>Her voice was one of those that you can listen to read a boring tech manual and not care, it had a soft exotic accent and a rich alto flavor. Of course any woman that had a voice like normally was not that good looking.<br><br>"This is Double Nickel sir, I am linking in comms from my Raven. I have the regional SatCom Net up&nbsp; and you can talk to any of your units on your net. Frequency 268 bravo I believe it is. I have 11 vehiciles in the 10 ton range moving to intercept your units about 3 clicks ahead. I will move at best speed to intercept"<br><br>Megan started her Raven, her baby, in a fast flanking moving to curl out and around the buggies and link with the incoming mechs. Her fingers flew over the left hand keybroad and static cleared and a burst message came through ..."&lt;100, 2 GR. Nd Sppt, ASAP". <br><br>"Rommel It sounds like one of your heavies is&nbsp; in deep trouble, I will try and link ya into him"<br><br>The tank commander heard a burst of static then a wavering signal. She figured her job would be to get as close as possible to the big mechs and act as a relay and sensors scout, figureing Seth and the rest could deal with the buggies so she pushed her Mech to its top speed of 97 kph and closed on the fight, twice popping off a narc beacon at a Cataphract that now showed up on everyones sensors. She slowed to nearly a crawl as her senors scanned half a dozen heavy to assault mechs closing on this route, she double checked her guardian and angled her way into a partly destroyed warehouse filled with women's clothing and linked her data to the those following and waited.<br><br>She grabbed a partly frozen bottle of water and took a quick drink and rubbed her fingers, it was the same the feeling again that feeling she got when it looked bad, a calmness but also a grand thrill and so she waited her fingers on her stick and weapon buttons.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 01:00:45</strong>
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				After the greeting Graff tightbeamed over the IFF and com package so that their own lancemates wouldn't view Janos as a threat and blow away the person they were suppose to retrieve.&nbsp; Comming Vice quickly to let him know the package is secure he switches back over to speak with, "Greeting Janos, we will be heading out towards the east while the rest of my lance mates provide cover from the Cataphracts."&nbsp; He kicked his Marauder up to just above a walk after clearing the warehouse."Sorry about that, we have a bad com unit in one of our mechs.&nbsp; Otherwise my call sign is Double G and would be happy to talk more once we clear the area."&nbsp; A scowl forms on his lips as he glances back at his autocannon display still showing red.<br><br>Graff takes the lead as Janos falls in behind him, fortunately the rest of his lance was able to keep their tails relatively clear, Graff choose as many straight lines as possible that were well covered by buildings.&nbsp; This allowed them to keep their exit speed up without having to worry about sliding along the ferrocrette like the Jenner did earlier.&nbsp; Graff tried to keep their speed up to almost full throttle to out pace any of the heavier pursuits and chunks of building exploded around them but fortunately the Cataphracts lack long range firepower any that did get through the lance screen had very little in the way of firepower to bring to bare on them.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 07:30:59</strong>
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				Having remained outside of the combat's epicenter - which pretty much corresponded with whatever area that Brick found himself in at any given time - Lily had managed to avoid taking much damage for the first half of the engagement or so. She would fire a few rocket salvos off at the Cataphracts tangling with her lance's two Assaults, helping to soften them up considerably until one of the Capellan 'Mechs finally got tired of letting the missile rain go unpunished.<br><br>It was only once the Cataphract pilot was already committed to chasing her that he realized his mistake. Having picked out a suitable spot in advance, Lily lured her foe right into an area of the city where the buildings were tall enough to impede all of the Cataphract's weapons while still allowing the top of it's cockpit and massive shoulders to peak over, leaving it completely exposed to more missile fire. If the 'Phract tried to run, he'd be dead before making it to cover, and Lily always positioned herself in a way that would make it impossible for him to charge in closer than minimum LRM range without exposing himself to an unavoidable hatchet strike.<br><br>She could see the enemy panicking pretty much the same way that she'd seen rookies panicking in the arena (even herself, once or twice), twisting and turning indecisively until he'd sustained so much damage that she was able to come out from behind her cover and finish off the Cataphract's side torso with the first, and so far only shot from her lasers. The slightly uncomfortable but so far not at all unbearable heat in her cockpit spiked briefly, and she took an AC5 shot as well as a couple of glancing blows from two medium lasers that did nothing more than trace a couple of shallow scrapes across her Axeman's chest, but it was a pretty trivial price to pay in exchange for downing an entire enemy 'Mech.<br><br>The second time that Lily pulled the same play, her pursuer had been bolder, and had very boldly pursued her right up until the point when five tons of sharpened metal ripped off one of his arms on the first swing and decimated windshield, cockpit and Mechwarrior on the second. She payed for that kill by taking more damage than she did when collecting the first one, but it was somewhat spread out and nothing to worry about too much quite yet; a few paper cuts compared to the abuse that Erich's Awesome was taking.<br><br>It had been a good start, but providing moderate fire support and picking off strays wasn't going to cut it anymore once enemy reinforcements really started pouring in and the fighting got much more dense. Lily was already wheeling her machine around to go take a much more active role fighting alongside Erich and Alroy when she received the latter's transmission, and she <em>almost</em> deferred to the man's seniority complied with what he'd asked her to do, but in the end she couldn't really agree with the order and he wasn't the company or lance leader. The VIP already had Double G and Defiance as escorts, Lily felt like a third would just be overkill and that she'd be much more useful helping out in the main skirmish.<br><br>"Negative, Vice, my babysitting license got revoked." <br><br>With her two lancemates already handling - or at least attempting to handle the Pillager - she set herself the task of mopping up and/or distracting as many of the incoming Cataphracts as possible. Rounding a corner, she was lucky enough to flank one of the enemy 'Mech by pure chance rather than skill or planning, allowing her Axeman's hatchet to carve through thin rear armor from from shoulder to him in one single swing. The top part of the 'Phract remained connected to the bottom only by a few cables and warped pieces of metal as the pilot ejected, but shortly after that lucky victory, Lily herself found herself flanked by not one but two foes.<br><br>Practically every warning and alarm other than the one for excessive heat started going off in unison as her cockpit was rattled violently, her 'Mech taking all sorts of autocannon fire from both the left and the rear with a few lasers peppered in on top of it. Just like that the armor on most of her rear torso had all but disintegrated, and the arm where her large pulse laser was mounted had maybe a third of its protection left at most. If anything else caught her from behind, she was done, and outmaneuvering a bare minimum of two (but probably more) enemies wouldn't be nearly as easy as it had been to toy with just one at a time.<br><br>"Uhhh, boys, I don't mean to rush your playdate with your new friend or anything, but the attention out here's getting to be too much to handle, even for me," Lily said over the lance channel with perhaps more than just a tinge of nervousness in her voice. Protecting her rear by twisting her torso to absorb shots with her right arm and hatchet whenever she wasn't covered by buildings, she did her best to navigate the urban maze and link up with Erich and Alroy so that they could make their escape together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 08:52:51</strong>
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				Janos had at least managed to get a few words out of his new friend, but from what he heard from the comms they were taking rather a beating.<br><br>"Uhm, I'm not sure if I'm breaking protocol now or som... wait a minute."<br><br>The FrankenPhract reached up with it's arm and nudged the Marauder's AC, a crunchy sound reverberating out of it at first but soon it seemed to whir happily again.<br><br>"I just saw your actuator was jammed up a bit, should be better now. Anyway, I can handle myself from here, I got security codes and everything so if I meet an excessive number of the freaks I can just bluff my way through. After all, if Godot and his three Atlas K buddies catch up to your friends they will be toast..."<br><br><hr><br>The pillager stumbled back into the warehouse, just about burying itself in the wall. Even as Alroy's Vice fired at it it was unmoving. Suddenly their comms burst out with the same kind of mad laughter as one would expect from their new adversary.<br><br>"<strong>Bravo, boys... that was a great show. I haven't been this beat up in ages...</strong>" There was a rough coughing fit, followed by clearing throat and spitting out an excessive amount of liquid. "<strong>Seems this old gyro could have used some more maintenance... tell you what boys, I'll give you a head start out of here as a reward...</strong>"<br><br>More laughter filled up the comms as the disrupting Guardian was switched of, unveiling their sensors again. Only some 300 meters away two large blips were coming and around the corner the third stepped out, this time an actual Atlas, unharmed and packing an excessive amount of weaponry.<br><br>"Erich!" Their channels burst out with a familiar voice, one which was not about to be ignored. "Stop playing the goddamn hero and get the hell out of there, you are just about surrounded! Pull them towards the edge of the city, we will handle it from there!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 15:01:33</strong>
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				Erich stifled a cough, the pain in his side turning into a sickly burning sensation. The damaged cooling vest, and the shrapnel wound underneath had been infiltrated by the highly-toxic coolant used in inner sphere standard cooling vests, poisoning him as he kept his 'mech upright by leaning against the warehouse wall. Walt's shout of concern barely registered as he leveled his working weapons at the immobilized Pillager, aiming for the deep gash in the 100-ton lostech's right side.<br><br>Thumbing his own ECM to the highest power, he toggled comms over to Walt's tank, broadcasting to the company as a whole. "Right leg's nearly gone, Walt; won't be able to do much more than thirty K, and these Atlases can match that as a slow walk. You want me to live? Come and get me before I get dogpiled."<br><br>Coughing again, he glared at the Pillager, weapons unwavering as he pushed the Awesome forwards, responding to the mad pilot in the Capellan machine by opening fire at nearly point-blank range once more, all three cerulean whips of raw, ravening electromagnetic power saving deep into the Pillager's right flank, coring deep through the armour and tearing into the heavier 'mech's Internal structure, the unleashed fury of the cannons eating through internal structure, causing massive titanium ribs to warp and snap, and chewing at the shielding surrounding the massive heart of the Pillager's XL engine.<br><br>The Pillager, seeing Erich's intent to rip the 100-ton 'mech's heart out and spit on the cooling corpse, opened fire with everything it had. The gauss rifle just below the man-height wound in the pillager's chest fired first, catching the Awesome's armour-stripped right arm at the elbow, severing the joint entirely and leaving the 80-ton 'mechs' arm dangling by only a few dozen thick myomer strands, the joint having been blown out through the back of the elbow as the nickel-titanium slug slapped into the ruined warehouse wall behind the Awesome.<br><br>The Pillager's lasers fired at the same time the second gauss rifle did, scoring deep gouges into the Awesome's right breast, as if in direct response to the punishment levied by the lighter war machine to the ancient 'mech. Several heat Sinks exploded at the hellish caress of the lasers, a few of the Awesome's ribs melting under the hellish glare of the directed energy weapons, causing a deep, pained moan of tortured metal to fill the interior of the war machine's cockpit, just as the Pillager's last gauss slug thumped directly into the centre of the Awesome's chest, cracking into, and through, massive armour plates, before a dozen alarms began screaming for attention, a wave of nausea and heat following as the Diagnostic computer declared damage to both the Reactor shielding and the Gyroscope housing; the Slug, after breaching the Awesome's armour, had skipped off of the reactor's casing and smacked almost-directly into the reinforced casement containing the Awesome's gyroscope, the only thing keeping the machine from collapsing under its own movement.<br><br>Erich pulled his machine's limping charge to a stop, the Awesome looking more like a flayed corpse, steam, waves of heat, and shredded armour and myomer covering practically every inch of the crippled war machine. "Vice, if you'd be so kind as to inform our 'friend' that his continued presence in the universe isn't wanted, I'll be heading home now."<br><br>Turning slowly, the Battered 'mech slowly slipped out from in between the warehouses where the three 'mechs had fought, fragments of armour plate and thick wormlike chunks of destroyed myomer cables shedding themselves with every slow, lurching, nausea-filled step, even as his external microphones picked up the characteristic roar of the Deathgiver Autocannons, silently hoping that Alroy was blasting the Pillager into unsalvageable scrap, and its pilot with it. "Brick to company; If you can hear this, tell me you're alive. I'm extracting eastward, with heavy damage; make sure the doc is ready when I get there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 15:41:39</strong>
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				Sasha Kierilic watched the Awesome's barrage batter the living hell out of his Pillager, just about helpless. His ears were ringing with a tune from his childhood, his lungs punctured by an especially sharp piece of endo-steel that had pierced therough the cockpit and him in the first close PPC-barrage that he had received. Godot groaned underneath the pressure, it's systems blasted to shreds, the alarms of the core breach only barely registering in the dying MechWarriors fevered mind. He reached out towards the coolant flush, unless he dumped the overboiling load the XL would soon collapse in on itself. He strained, feeling the bar of endo-steel ripping through him as he tried to reach the flush. But just as he was about to push the button he died, his body frozen in position as the XL-engine erupted, obliterating the ancient Star League Legacy in a flash of light and wave of heat. The plume stretched up several hundred meters, diluting into a mushroom form. The three Atlases braced themselves, one of their pilots cursing as the Awesome and King Crab disappeared from view and sensors. A Gauss round and two large laser beams ripped through the smoke in frustration, none which even got close to hitting any of the two Assault 'Mechs. The core explosion would serve as a good cover for now, until the Atlases had found another route.<br><br>"Shit! Keep to the coordinates, newcomers, I have someone to rescue!"<br><br>The Rommel leaped forward as Walter ordered full speed ahead, the heavy tank being surprisingly speedy. This was probably a terrible idea, but the stubborn commander was not about to lose anymore today. It only took him a moment to burst out of the edge of the forest, severely surprising three buggies that had decided to set an ambush. One was ground into a messy pile of scrap by the 65 ton tank, the other two quickly had their share of machine-guns and medium lasers as the turret spun around in a deadly arc before speeding towards the city. As soft ground gave away to tarmacked road the speed shot up even more and it didn't take long for Walter to finally see the heavily wounded Awesome in his reticle, followed by Alroy's King Crab. A tightbeam connected to the Awesome as the tank slid to a stop.<br><br>"Always have to be the goddamn brickwall! Perkins is going to blow a fuse!"<br><br>The Gauss zeroed in on a Cataphract that had just stepped out into the street behind the two retreating mechs. As Walter squeezed the trigger the Phract's cockpit erupted in a terrible explosion, toppling over a small building next to it. Walter was not going to let Erich and Alroy fight this on their own, if he so had to snailpace it next to them all the way back to the Bastion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 16:33:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Capellian space, City<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Soon to be Awesome, King Crab, AxeMan<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Megan finger's flew over the keypad and a satellite overlook rezzed up on a side screen, she tapped twice and then a 3rd time as the images zoomed. She could see a path through the city that cut off almost a full Kilometer back to the dropship. By then the battle had closed up on her hidden position. The warehouse shook from a massive explosion and various pieces of clothing flew around her mech. She had began stepping out the ruined back of the building when the Rommel arrived. <br><br>"Always have to be the goddamn brickwall! Perkins is going to blow a fuse!" came the same male voice as before.<br><div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/cbt_17_zps14fe88b5.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Her sexy voice crackled over the comms of the Rommel, the Awesome, The Crab and the nearby Axeman, "Double Nickel here sir I am sending all of you a new path out of the city it should be quicker, I will stay close and mask with my guardian. My sensors are showing a fluctuating signal from the guardian in one of your units showing a possible power rely problem. You have 3 heavys moving to the east to flank you and 3 assualts behind you pacing your speed. I am detecting seveal more heavys that have pulled back to a repair area about 6 klicks back sir!" &nbsp;<br><br>She stepped her Raven into the street behind the Rommel and for the first time got a good look at the Awesome the calmness in her voice had vanished when she exclaimed,"Dear God how are you keeping That Awesome up!"<br><br>Megan patched in "the Doc" to one of her circuts, "doc ya got a wounded warrior inbound, I do not know what shape he is in eta with luck 10 minutes"<br><br>She began darting down side streets enough for the Bigger mechs to clear. weaving back and forth amoung them but always keeping them with in her Guardians ecm field masking them from pursuit..hopefully!
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 01:30:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Capellian space, City<br>&nbsp;<strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Rescue Team: Rommel, Double Nickle, MASH Truck with Doc inside<br></span></span><hr><br>Seth was a few seconds behind Megan to the redevouz, his rumbling Orion torso-twisting to give Seth visuals of terrain that didn't show up on his scanners. He gives her a comm-clip in acknowlegement of the scout code before she runs off to play cowboy. This was her modus operandi after all, and as long as she did her job Seth was content to let her go wherever she damnwell pleased.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Yes sir!" He replies, his adrenaline suddenly kicking in with the possiblity of an engagement. "Their extraction will be so soft, it'll be like they came home to their mother's tender kindness." He snips before heading out. He then takes an indirect route to the next waypoint, encountering little to no resistance, but that didn't lighten the tension of knowing that any moment a hostile mech could possibly appear and ruin his day.<br><br>"Always have to be the goddamn brickwall! Perkins is going to blow a fuse!" He hears over the shared link, zeroing in on that location and heading to intercept.<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Orion.jpg)</div><br>He tracks the trajectory of the mech's escape, according to the info being fed to him from Megan, and then when the mechs actually came into his view he patches in a transmission for her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Nic, we need to slow down their persuit if they're going to have a chance of coming out of this one clean. Can you tag a building with a NARC beacon and then let me know when they're past it? Our NARC-enabled missiles and these ferrocrete buildings should make some treacherous terrain for those rumbling deathmachines...<br>&nbsp;<br>He realized he was on an extract/savior mission, but there was no way he in his "poor man's Atlas" (as people referred to the Orion) was going to take on 3 pristine 100-ton monsters. Pepper them from long range? Crack off LB-X rounds and hope for the little pellets to score critical system hits? Absolutely, but with the help of Megan's NARC, perhaps he could accomplish his objectives without putting himself in the position of taking a Gauss round to his cockpit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 01:52:12</strong>
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				Graff saw his autocannon cycle green once more, just long enough for him to get his hopes up then once again it flashes red and records an non-existent jam.&nbsp; "No such luck unforgettably, must be something more than a jam."&nbsp; He really wanted to break off and help the rest of his lance but at the same time he was given an order to get their charge to the extraction point.&nbsp; This is that classic problem of a military man, do you obey your orders and leave your squad to the wolves or do you disobey your orders and attempt to save your squad and possibly causing your mission to fail.&nbsp; It's a dellema that's been around since well before the Star League and will go on for long after anyone here passes.&nbsp; <br><br>Graff sadly has never been a man to take the high risk actions and today is not a good day to start, "I'm afraid I can't just leave you Janos, we all have our orders after all.&nbsp; Besides I'm sure Brick will make it back to the dropship by shear grumph alone."&nbsp; They'd reached the edge of the city and once again getting their feet on the soft earth but at the expense of the cover they had enjoyed from the buildings.&nbsp; "We should be at the extraction point in about 10 mins at this pace and I'm sure the rest will be right behind us."&nbsp; Graff tried to sound upbeat as he listened to the calls, it didn't sound good that was, of course, until the calvary arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 02:44:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Her Shadow hawk, city <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>Hearing the command to pull back Miyoko gladly turns and runs&nbsp; as fast as her mech can manage, the heat inside at least bearable now that she no longer is firing her weapons. A quick glance shows she is getting low on long range missiles but hopefully she wont have to fight much more specially with the priceless loot she had stolen from the exhibit, in fact pieces of the building still hangs from the cargo net she is outfitted with making her mech look a bit silly. "burr" Theodore seems to say sadly and she can only agree with him, "yeah.. well that sadly comes with the job sweety, I will miss them too." She lashes out in frustration with a fist and smashes the corner of a building at the loss of her comrades, just because she never really interacted with them doesn't mean she never considered them friends.<br><br>"this is puma, sustained minor damage only but I have some of the stuff from the exhibit, I am hesitant to engage further with it on me." she flicks off the coms and tries to stretch out a bit as the rhythmic heavy thumps of the feet slamming into the ground fills the cockpit drowning out the normal hum of the gyro underneath her. According to her sensors a small group of mechs and at least one tank seem to be on an intercept course coming from the same direction as the dropship so she comes to a full halt and slaves all her weapons to the fire control. "Heads up Rose, try and reload as fast as you can we are about to have more company. Looks like an Orion and some tanks at least." That isn't a fight she really can win but perhaps she can draw its attention and let the others sneak by, aiming the crosshairs across the chest of the incoming behemoth. Its still at extreme range so hopefully it hasn't seen her hidden among the buildings so she crouches down further and wipes her face with her left hand to get the salty sweat out of her eyes.<br><br>"ok Rose, Theodore.. get ready.. we fire and run." as soon as she finishes speaking she presses the trigger and with a roar she empties the launcher and the PPC hurls its manmade lightning across the air to stab at the incoming mech. She doesn't stop to see how she scored instead making a sharp turn to keep a building between her and the monster and guns her mech for all it is worth tearing the street into chunks as it in no way was built for a rampaging warmachine.<br><br>"Puma! spotted an Orion and tanks cutting us off from the dropship. Engaged the Orion trying to draw it away, advice over." Her voice sounds about as tired as she is, this running skirmishing forcing her to stay alert for so long is rapidly sapping her energy and the constant heatspikes from weapons fire sure isn't helping. "I need a drink, and a ba.. SHIT" she grumbles to herself and almost misses the turn, her mech skidding on the crumbling ground and she actually slams her shoulder into a building before she can regain her footing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 04:23:35</strong>
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				Erich smirked slightly at the concern shown the condition of his 'mech as he let his communication system pick up the open channels. At the appearance of the Raven nearby, he reflexively raised his 'Mech's left arm, the PPC mounted underneath the blood-stained fist of the 'mech centred on the light 'mech's beaklike profile before his targeting computer painted the Raven as a neutral unit. Toggling his comms as the Raven's pilot expressed disbelief that the Awesome was still standing, Erich tried to keep the pain from his voice as he spoke. "Determination, mostly. A few wishes. Divine intervention, too, possibly."<br><br>The Awesome lurched heavily with each step, the damaged Gyroscope made maintaining a straight line an excercise in futility, and the shattered actuators in the right leg had hobbled the war machine, its leg dragging in a limp, preventing the 80-ton 'mech from moving faster than walking pace for most Assault 'mechs. Even with half of its firepower damaged beyond use and pretty much all of its armour blasted away, Erich still kept a sharp eye on the sensor map, almost concerned about the mass of recon buggies that were moving to intercept the last few non-hostile 'mechs leaving the city. "Kismet; Vice; flank and rearguard. Try to deter instead of aiming for kills; we're just aiming to get off this rock with what's left of our hides intact, now that we have our objectives secured."<br><br>Flicking a switch, he set a tightbeam comm to Walt's tank, smiling faintly as his 'Mech staggered slowly, teetering like an about-to-collapse tree, even as he compensated for the movement with a hopping lurch, sending up sparks as the crippled leg dragged across the ferrocrete instead of lifting properly. Securing the line to prevent anyone from listening in, he spoke quietly. "Bad shape, Walt. Engine's hit, Gyro's hit, six 'sinks blown, two PPC's redlined, and I have a chunk of metal sticking out of my side; coolant poisoning isn't helping any."<br><br>He winced, then looked down at himself for a moment, not surprised to see blood running down his side from the wound, pooling in his boot as he forced the 'mech to stay upright. "Losing blood fast, too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 04:33:10</strong>
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				With his external speakers still broadcasting, Alroy's cursing was loud and clearly audible as the new Atlas stepped into view. He was almost out of ammo - one load left in each gun and a spare in each box. That wasn't enough to take on one Atlas, let alone three...they had to get out of there now, and Erich was a walking wreck on legs already. At least the new target was at point-blank range, no one could miss an Atlas at that range.<br><br>He leveled his arms, even as he backpedaled to bodily shield the crippled Awesome with his own bulk, and dumped everything he had into the enemy Assault's leg. Man-sized chunks of armor flew as his autocannons tore away the plating, and he followed up with a laser that punched internal and melted a leg actuator into slag. The return fire was vicious, the enemy Mech's own Deathgiver autocannon gouging through the wounds already inflicted by the Cataphracts and chewing into his internals. A warning siren whistled and lights flashed, indicating severe damage to the actuators of his right arm, even as lasers and short-ranged missiles drilled holes in his torso as they quested for his fusion engine.<br><br>Wheeling around, he pounded back through the wrecked research center, right up against Erich's heels to serve as the ablative armor the other Mech no longer had, even as his cannons cycled to receive their last load of ammo. Targeting the Brick with a tight-beam, he sent a transmission to Erich.<br><br>"Brick, your mech's had it, you're leaking coolant like a bottle full of bullet holes and I think I can see engine light through the gaps. Tilt and punch out, use the pod momentum to fling clear of the plant. I'll pick you up on the way by and football you back to the ship."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 04:58:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Capellian space, City<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Soon to be Awesome, King Crab, AxeMan<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Megan had not even flinched when the PPC had been leveled on her by the shot to pieces Awesome but she make a note wondering why the pilot would do that. She kept moving and listening circling the battered mechs, even the Axeman looked bad. Then Seth came in on her comms that she had linked the nearby mechs, "Nic, we need to slow down their persuit if they're going to have a chance of coming out of this one clean. Can you tag a building with a NARC beacon and then let me know when they're past it? Our NARC-enabled missiles and these ferrocrete buildings should make some treacherous terrain for those rumbling deathmachines..."<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/cbt_17_zps14fe88b5.jpg)</div>She could do better then that, they had passed 3 tanker trucks a street back and in the path of the following Atlas's. She had to be quick and would be under the LRM fire of all 3 Atlas's extreme range but they might hold fire seeing her mech type. She took 3 heart beats to decide and as she shifted down one street she darted around the corner then a took left and there they were 3 tanker trucks at 200 meters. Unfortunately 2 of the Atlas's were are at 300 meters and the damaged 3rd at 320 well within their LRN Range. For a second the 3 Atlas' looked right at her raven and she felt a chill up her back at the Skull cockpits and the eerie glow from within. She turned with her mech and ran as she fired her NARC off at the lead Tanker Truck. From 2 of the Atlas' smoke trails leap out as LRMs chased her. The first salvo exploded on buildings and the street behind her but the 2nd peppered her mech's Left side tearing off over half a ton of armor.<br><br>"BlackJack, Count to 10 and fire on that NARC, Rommel if this works it should delay those Atlas' "<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 05:02:32</strong>
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				Erich swapped comms to Alroy's damaged Crab, sounding tired as his 'mech continued to drag itself towards the outer perimetre of the base. "No can do, Al; bleeding like a stuck pig here and there's coolant in the wound. I punch out, the wound opens around the metal chunk, and I bleed out before you get to the Bastion. Besides, we have support, and Kismet can play 'meat shield' as well. Safer for us to keep moving; besides, you've seen the Brick come back from worse; remember the time I came back with only the legs, engine, and head in one piece? Got into a nasty fight with a Stalker and a Battlemaster if I remember correctly; they took apart both flanks like they were wolves on steak, but I came back from that."<br><br>Erich gritted his teeth, his right hand slipping from the control stick that commanded the 'mech's weapons to peel off his cooling vest, allowing him to apply pressure directly to the wound in his side, the triangular wedge of metal he simply fit between two fingers as he pushed against the injury, trying to slow the bleeding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 05:40:48</strong>
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				"You didn't have a busted leg, wrecked gyro, and three hundred tons of angry metal charging up your ass then either. Walter's not going to make it in time at our pace, not with that tank column and Orion the OpFor scraped out from somewhere coming in on our flank. I'm running bare-ass-empty on ammo, and you couldn't dodge an old lady with a broom right now. If you can't punch, cut speed and hold still, I'll rip the Brick's head off with you inside and carry that instead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 06:06:02</strong>
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				Erich sighed, wincing as his 'Mech kicked aside a burned-out city bus, nearing the edge of the Research Compound's walls, as the conversation had not stopped his 'mech's inexorable pace towards the extraction point. "Al, I'm in contact with Walt; he's just behind the wall right now; apparently the tank he 'borrowed' can book it when given proper incentive. And really, do you think an Orion would mess with a dedicated assault-killer and an Axman? Few people are that retarded."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 06:22:07</strong>
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				"Fine, Erich. Not like I can make you get out of that deathtrap,and if Walt's as close as you say, maybe he'll be able to screen us. I'm still worried about the Orion, though - it outweighs Kismet, and if OpFor are talking to each other, they'll have been keeping count and know my big guns are pretty much just for show at this point. Plus the tanks it's bringing with it, Puma didn't specify models. Just going to have to hope for the-"<br><br>Behind them, the hamstrung Atlas had lagged behind, but its compatriots were still keeping pace with the fleeing pair, and they sported gauss rifles of their own. LRMs rained down around the two, mostly diverted or distracted by the venerable Guardian jammer field, but the twin hyper-accelerated projectiles were less susceptible to spoofing. The first whipped over Alroy's head, scorching the paint over his cockpit with the heat of its passage. The second struck true, smashing dead-on through the fragile armor of his rear left torso and puncturing the ammo compartment. The King Crab was already running hot as Alroy pushed its throttle to maximum, and the metal slug's impact was too much. Alarms shrieked as an ammo explosion was detected, but the venerable old Mech had been built for situations like this. Its CASE system kicked in faster than human reflexes would have authorized an emergency dump, and a torrent of flame and smoking autocannon shells showered out behind it. Isaac Newton being the vicious bastard that he was, this sent the shattered-but-intact torso block, and the rest of the 'Mech attached to it, hurtling forward in combination with its existing forward momentum. The entire chassis catapulted forward like a soccer goalie diving to block a shot, crashing headlong into and through the retaining wall around the compound to land flat on its face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 06:42:41</strong>
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				Walter was about to put another round into an Atlas incoming through the smog that had erupted from the Pillager when he heard Miyoko's report. I flinched, the round going past the Atlas already damaged leg rather than through it. He opened the channel and just about yelled out.<br><br>"Puma, that tank was me and the Orion is with us! Cease fire!"<br><br>The Rommel's Gauss cycled, putting a fresh round in the barrel as he zeroed in again. This time the leg was cut off entirely neatly at the place where Vice had put a nice hole into it earlier, forcing the Atlas to concentrate all his piloting into stabilizing against a nearby building.<br><br>"No worries Al, once we reach the edge of the city Perkins' got our back! It's just another 500, we can make it!"<br><br>And with that the King Crab suddenly had a bit of a seizure as a confusing line of events developed right before Walter's eyes. With the Vice thoroughly planted face first through the compound wall he couldn't help but lose focus for a moment, which was rewarded with a medium laser scoring through the Rommel's armor. The slightly nervous driver backed out and around the corner of the compound wall, blocking further view of their pursuers.<br><br><hr><br>"Electrical problem then? Easy as could be, I'll fix that up in no time once we get to safety."<br><br>As the two 'Mechs trudged out into the open ground between the city and the forest they saw the Orion standing guard. Since it seemed to ignore them, Janos reckoned it was one of his new companions. As they approached he heard the faint roar of LRMs just as a rogue PPC-bolt dug into the ground in front of the Orion. Showing a surprising amount of clarity at the moment he quickly punched some keys on his targeting array and the AMS on top of his right shoulder spun into action, those missiles not destroyed in flight landing harmlessly around the surprised Orion.<br><br>"Say what you want about the thugs in the CCAF, but they never waste missiles on a long shoot..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 07:10:36</strong>
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				"Heh, you are welcome to take a look at it if you want but I think this relic needs something closer to a complete electrical overhaul."&nbsp; Graff jokes back to Janis as he spy's the Orion in the field, at first he was concerned they'd have to fight their way past it but it never fired on them or even threatened them with a weapons lock so it clearly mustn't be one of the locals.&nbsp; Still with someone out there named Double Nickel providing ECM support for Erick, Alloy, and Lily perhaps it's one of ours...I guess this is Perkin's way of saying you're fired.<br><br>Warning klaxons blare as LRMs streak in only to be meet with anti-missile machinegun fire from his charge.&nbsp; Slowing his Marauder to a walk Graff plants one of his birdlike legs in the ground and swings the bulk of his mech around to face those who are shooting at them before kicking his mech into reverse.&nbsp; Spotting a pair of fast moving Trebuchets coming up from behind he levels his arms at one and fires both PPCs in hopes of discouraging further pursuit, a wave a heat washes over him as his heat sinks purge.&nbsp; "Looks like we still have a few pursuers, I'll hold them off while you make it to the tree line."&nbsp; A chest and leg hit do nothing to really send either mech packing but they do begin to utilize the same tactics Graff and Janis used to get out this far, stepping back behind the building they slowly moved up as their missile's reloaded.&nbsp; It wouldn't be hard for them to get back into range as both can almost walk as fast has his Marauder can run and Graff's moving backwards at present to boot.&nbsp; <br><br>The Vader helmeted mechs cut wide to keep the behind cover as they let loose their missiles, the one that Graff had scored a hit on already kept outside of LOS while it shot it's indirectly but the other had a clear line.&nbsp; This wasn't going to be good...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 09:35:31</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br><strong>Ranna Krannok<br>Recon Lance<br>Objective: Betelgeuse </strong><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Ranna kept her head low and her sensors on high, not that it would do much good as long as she was inside the Atlas jamming blanket.&nbsp; Fortunately for her, the flare she shot up should have blanketed his sensors and created a big enough IR signature that him or anyone else around him shouldn't be able to follow the recon lance with anything but their MK1 eyeball, Ranna was counting on them not being able to track her visually.&nbsp; <br><br><em>.......the east......the city; use...... speed....from the Atlas, but.....a straight line. Snake, fire.......into the transformer......... the.......plant to..... pursuit." </em>&nbsp; Ranna smiled as the static seemed to be subsiding, meaning she was outside the jamming range.&nbsp; Stopping for a moment she scanned the immediate area, cycling through IR, MAG, and UV hoping to get a picture of what was out there.&nbsp; The Davids had retreated, but in an urban environment, that usually meant mechs were on the way.&nbsp; <br><br>A bright flash caught Ranna's attention as the cities powerplant blew.&nbsp; Smiling she knew that Maho had hit the station and was hopefully heading out towards the rendeouz point.&nbsp; "Maho, Miyoko, if you can here me break east from your present position and regroup at my coordinates." Unsure if they received her transmission, Ranna slowly backed Harlequin into a broken shell of a building and began powering down secondary systems hoping to keep her signature as small as possible till she could figure out where everone else was.&nbsp; She hadn't heard anything from Miyoko and Maho was still somewhere behind her position trying to avoid the Atlas.&nbsp; Ranna knew the city would be crawling with Phract's by now.&nbsp; Even in a hit and run fight in a city Harlequin was outgunned.&nbsp; Pulling up a map of the city, she tried to figure out a quick way out of the city.&nbsp; <br><br>A loud squeal from her comm systems startled her away from the 3D map on her HUD.&nbsp; Toggling a button the message displayed at the bottom.&nbsp; <em>&lt;100, 2 GR. Nd Sppt, ASAP.&gt;</em>&nbsp; Unsure what the meassage was, Ranna plugged it into the computer showing a red pulsating dot on her map heading back towards Bastion.&nbsp; Heartened by the info, Ranna powered up her systems, checking her sensors for movement before she pulled out of the building.&nbsp; With only a second of warning as her sensor flashed a proximity warning, Ranna pushed Harlequin over to the left side, crashing through the wall of the building she was inside, just as five missiles and the blue lighting of a PPC blast tore through the right side of the building, causing it to crash down in a flume of dust and debris.&nbsp; Immediately as the building fell beside her, Ranna engaged her jump jets in a short burst, allowing her to jump forward between two buildings and out of the line of site of the mech.&nbsp; Her combat computer finally locked on the mech type, displaying the slender boxy frame of a Vindicator with it's PPC mounted right arm.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Bad luck for you buddy</em> She thought as she ran down a row of buildings parallel to the Vindicators position. Surely he could see her moving, but his long range weapons were of no use in this maze of ferroscrete and steel.&nbsp; Thinking he could catch her on the street, the Vindicator moved up away from her and picked up a cross street.&nbsp; Ranna broke into a run down the long street, leaving wrents of broken asphalt in her wake along with broken glass and mortar.&nbsp; Just as the Vindicator came around the corner Ranna let loose her autocannon and medium lasers.&nbsp; The constant tat-tat-tat of her AC10 filled the air between her and the Vindicator with lead just long enough for her to break the range deficiency.&nbsp; Her lasers scored three solid hits on the mechs chest, burning dark gashes in the chest as her autocannon shells tore holes in his armor.&nbsp; The Vindicator started to turn his torso, to bring the PPC to bear.&nbsp; Knowing he would have to turn to us his heavy weapons, Ranna lighted her jump jets, propelling her forward fasters and up into the air, forcing the Vindicator to change his target angle.&nbsp; Her lasers continued to flash down at him, she hoped blinding the pilot while she pulled her hatchet up.&nbsp; <br><br>With one smooth downward sweep, the hatchet cleaved through the Vindicators upper shoulder, completely severing the right arm from the body.&nbsp; She purposefully didn't use her jets to stop her descent, forcing her momentum forward into the Vindicator.&nbsp; Using the follow through of the downward sweep, Ranna thrust the butt of the hatchet into the Vindicator's chest, her momentum pushing the now off balance mech into the nearby building.&nbsp; Stepping back to watch the Vindicator being slowly swallowed by the building, Ranna made one more long swing, driving the axe down into the head of the Vindicator, pushing it further and harder into the building.&nbsp; <br><br>Pleased with herself, and certain the Vindicator pilot would need a minute of more to untangle himself if he was still alive, Ranna launched herself in the air in the direction of the rally point.&nbsp; Landing gingerly on the other side of the building where she first met the Vindicator, Ranna began quickly moving through the city, using buildings for cover. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 15:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Her Shadow hawk, city <strong>:Location</strong><br>Walter, the rescue squad and Ranna <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>Miyoko doesn't know if to cry or curse when she hears Walters voice over coms, so he had more mechs in reserve. That can only mean one thing, they where the decoy or just meant to go in and die before his "real" mechs would come in and mop up since he hadn't told them anything about a backup. She steps out from behind the building and aims the crosshair straight at his tank, finger hovering on the fire button "burrr" a sad little bear mumbles behind her and she nods in agreement. "You are right,we will severe our contract but not like this." She swings the crosshair away and slowly limps out from among the buildings her mech looking as tired as she is with all the dents and scrapes and part of a streetlight stuck in the cargowebbing dragging behind her in a shower of sparks.<br><br>"Reporting" is all she say as she hears Ranna over the radio and spins her mech around, "ranna, we are at the following coordinates with Walter and backup." she quickly lets her fingers dance across the keyboard to send her friend the location. "DO you need backup?" As she awaits the reply she grabs one of her few remaining water bottles and takes a long swig enjoying something that doesn't taste like sweat, "one reload left of LRM.. dammit.. Come on Ranna, get your cute ass over here so we can get off this forsaken rock" she grumbles to herself forgetting to even turn off the coms as she is that tired so everyone hears her. A quick diagnostic show her mech to be in pretty good shape, sure it has lost armor but only the knee is really in any danger. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 16:27:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Capellian space, City<br>&nbsp;<strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Rescue Team: Rommel, Double Nickle, MASH Truck with Doc inside<br></span></span><hr><br>He expected an immediate response to his NARC idea, but instead had to wait a bit... Forever in combat situations with weaponry discharging, and the potential immenint death of the retreating Awesome. Finally he hears back from Megan - "BlackJack, Count to 10 and fire on that NARC, Rommel if this works it should delay those Atlas' "<br><br>He does so gladly, so focused on his count&nbsp; that he doesn't even notice Miyoko's Shadow Hawk until he hears the weapons lock at the exact moment that he plants his feet, aims nearly straight up in the air, and triggers his NARC'd LRM salvo. He can't do anything, having stopped completely except for brace for an impact that never came. The PPC trailed down, though it was so close that he could see the flash of blue energy discharge at the bottom of his cockpit visor, and the missiles are shredded and fall to scrap around him like a holiday wreathe thanks to Graff's AMS. Seth looks over at him after and beams him a quick "Thank you," even though (barring any critical hits) his Orion's armor should have been able to soak up the missiles easily. A large roar of an explosion told him that some fuel trucks ignited in the distance where he'd fired his salvo, but at this point he couldn't tell any other effects of his salvo. He powers back up to a run, trying to not be sniped by the Shadow Hawk again until he can tight beam her a "Not a bad guy!" message, and to get to a spot where he can view the damage and see if it delayed the Atlas' any.<br><br>"Well, looks like our IFF codes don't match! That's a thing..." He yells over the comm discontentedly at Megan, not quite sure who to blame for that. "Do you have visual on the Atlas' being delayed? I can't see anything from here, and have other targets of opportunity. Either that was the Shadow Hawk in the unit we're supposed to be rescuing, or there's another one in pursuit - It's hard to tell which side it was on since both are likely to shoot at m-Fuck, Trenchbuckets!" &nbsp;He yells out suddenly, spotting the same pair of Trebuchets that the Marauder had and firing his LB-X autocannon almost immediately. The spread goes wide though, and he's unable to reacquire a targeting solution before they dip into cover. "This isn't an extract mission, it's a rout!" He observes angrily, moving to engage and distract the Trebuchets since a single stray missile of theirs could do basically the same damage to the retreating 'mechs that the Atlas' could do, only LRMs also have a fancy (and in this case deadly) lock-on capability.<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Orion.jpg)</div><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 17:03:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> MASH Truck<br><strong>Team:</strong> Seth Lengheardt, Megan Chang<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Megan Chang<br><br><hr><br>Waiting. This was the part Kara hated. While people were fighting, dying, she was stuck waiting with a sense of growing anticipation and adrenaline pumping through her veins with no outlet. It actually made her tense and jittery. If someone looked at her hands right at that moment, they'd never know just how skilled those fingers could be with a scalpel in them. They'd be worried she'd make their wounds worse. As soon as you put a patient in front of her though, all that would change. The shakes would smooth out, her tone and demeanor would change, and she'd become smooth and professional to the point of being almost cold and utterly impersonal until everyone that came to her was patched back up.<br><br><em> "doc ya got a wounded warrior inbound, I do not know what shape he is in eta with luck 10 minutes"</em><br><br>Hearing the call that wounded were coming, every muscle in her body tightened slightly and she found herself leaning forward just a bit. Anticipation building. Her part was starting. The Warriors would fight, and it was her job to keep them in one piece after each battle so that they could <em>keep</em> fighting. Their Mechs did a good job of protecting them most of the time, but even with all that metal protecting them, they weren't exactly <em>safe</em>.<br><br>"We're ready and waiting here Nic, tell whoever's bringing him in to keep him from bleeding out, I'll do the rest on arrival," she said, answering Megan's head's up about wounded on their way. To anyone who heard her on their comms she might have sounded arrogant, maybe even cocky, but she was simply that confident in her skills. It was her job to keep these people alive and she had an excellent record of doing so. Of course only Megan and Seth would know that, but she didn't really care.<br><br>After answering Megan it was back to waiting. Waiting for a patient, and waiting for the fight to be over...she hated the waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 17:18:31</strong>
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				Ponderously, the Awesome swung about as the fuel trucks detonated, engulfing the trio of pursuing 100-tonners in a massive fireball and shockwave that knocked the three Atlas' around like they were children's toys, instead of some of the deadliest war machines in the Inner Sphere. Slowly walking backwards through the hole created by Alroy's rather painful-looking bellyflop, Erich fired both his working PPCs into the conflagration, hot-cycling the weapons to fire several times instead of allowing a complete charge and cooldown cycle.<br><br>Between the inferno of the research facility being consumed by fire, explosions, and confusion, the electromagnetic discharge of the heavy energy weapons, and the sudden increase in darkness from clouds beginning to roil overhead, the sudden arrival of a rainstorm was a complete surprise, and rather pleasant, the cold water droplets pattering over the 'mechs and vehicles, sending puffs of steam rising as the downpour washed over the overheated 'Mechs as Erich slowly walked his 'mech backwards, dipping his machine's left arm to help Alroy's damaged 'Crab to stand back up. Opening his comms to a general frequency, he turned off his ECM. "Company, Brick. We have two Neutrals assisting us; Do Not, repeat, do not fire on the Raven coming up on my position, or the Orion halfway between the Research Centre and the forest."<br><br>Tapping on the secondary monitor, he growled and punched the screen, causing it to light up with a map of the mission 'area', overlaid with IFF pings from the Company's 'mechs. "Harlequin and Puma, hold position at the west edge of the forest, prepare to offer fire support to deter pursuit. Also, if any of those dune buggies show up again, squish them. Snake, you're closest, so check on the Spider and Locust; If the pilots are alive, try to get them out; if not, use that speed of yours to get to the Forest."<br><br>Turning his focus to the slowly petering-out battle as He continued to walk his 'mech backwards, the surviving heatsinks easily able to exceed the heat load from the 'mech only having two of its main weapons functional as He fired at anything on the map with a red ping, aiming less for damage and kills and more to deter pursuit. "Kismet, head to the Forest and Link up with Recon; your LRMs will be a lot more useful in the open than playing 'hide and chop' in what's left of the Research base. Newboy, detach from the Objective once he arrives in the forest, grab that Orion, I don't care how, and Bring him with you to my position; you're on rearguard duty. Alroy, wake up and get your 'mech's fat face out of the dirt; Looks like you want an Atlas to bend your Crab over a barrel and play 'jingle your bells', and you're already bent over."<br><br>Slowly, his 'Mech took its characteristic combat stance, feet planted, weapons armed, and arms opened slightly to keep the 'mech stable. An imposing sight even with the Awesome being more skeleton and myomer than armour, its right arm hanging loosely at the elbow, and crackling sparks and glowing cherenkov radiation oozing from the gaping wounds in the 'mech's chest, giving the Awesome an unholy, dark appearance in the pre-dawn gloom, only heightened by the cloud of steam settling around its knees and feet as rain ran over the Assault 'mech's body. "To the newcomers; Welcome to the party. Remember to kick Perkins in the balls for me, try not to get pounded by the reinforced Battalion we've kicked around, and fall back out of the city in good order; Raven, you're with me, Orion, once you're done splattering whatever's harassing you and the Marauder, Come on over. As for the Rommel tank, just don't step on it."<br><br>He toggled his comms back to its normal frequency instead of the open line, knowing that the risk was worth having some maskirovka goober listening in to the one commline that wasn't used by the military. Wincing, he pressed his hand back to the wound in his side, the bleeding having slowed to a wet trickle, even as the sick burning in his chest and side worsened, the coolant having infiltrated into his body, beginning to filter into the muscle and blood vessels nearest the wound, creating a horrible purple-red swelling as the foreign contaminant ate into his flesh like acid ate into metal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 18:13:18</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br><strong>Ranna Krannok<br>Recon Lance<br>Objective: Betelgeuse </strong><br><br><br><hr><br><br><em>Ranna, we are at the following coordinates with Walter and backup......DO you need backup?........</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Ducking around another building Ranna smiled seeing the sudden triangles of green light up on her HUD.&nbsp; Before her elation could take hold two red triangles popped up just near her position as she watched salvo after salvo of LRM's fill the air headed towards the treeline.&nbsp; &nbsp;Somehow they were in front of her and hopefully not aware of her approach.&nbsp; A second later a ball of flame exploded off to her left as half the city lit up.&nbsp; Whatever had just exploded would have to act as a substantial distraction.&nbsp; Firing her jump jets, Ranna rose on flumes of steam and smoke as she cleared the top of a building.&nbsp; Holding her fire, aiming manually without tracking, in order to maintain the element of surprise, Ranna's hatchet swung high over her head.&nbsp; <br><br>Assured of maximum damage range and a clear shot with her Hatchet, Ranna fired all three of her medium lasers at the far Trebuchet while her hatchet swung down hard on the head of the closest Trebuchet.&nbsp; The medium lasers cored deep into the light back armor of the unsuspecting medium mech while the her hatchet plunged deep into the side of the first mech's head.&nbsp; Without letting the normal system reset kick in, Ranna cycled her mediums again, destroying the remainder of the furthest Trebuchet's rear armor and piercing internal cooling.&nbsp; The closest Trebuchet slumped to hit's knees under the weight of her attack as the further one lurched to the side, trying to turn.&nbsp; <br><br>"Have....I...mentioned......"Putting one foot on the shoulder of the closest mech, Ranna pulled the hatchet free, ripping the majority of the mech's right arm and shoulder loose with the blade.&nbsp; "I, fucking......"&nbsp; Resetting her stable stance, Ranna swung the hatchet up from an underhand swing, ripping deep into the Trebuchet's back, ripping the head clear off the mech's body.&nbsp; ".....hate Capellans"&nbsp; with her upwards stroke she targeted the standing Trebuchet with her medium lasers and fired another full burst as she followed through on her swing, flipping the hatchet, bringing it down on the mech's weakened side.&nbsp; The right arm along with most of the mech's right torso crumbled under the assault as her medium lasers tore into the shielding around the fusion reactor.&nbsp; With one last ounce of defiance, Ranna kicked out at the teetering mech, pushing it into a building before breaking down the road towards her unit indicator.&nbsp; <br><br>"shit...shit ....shit..."&nbsp; Her sensors began screaming at her as she turned to run down the road.&nbsp; Planting her feet hard on the floor, her jump jets engaged as the core of the Trebuchet breached.&nbsp; The small nuclear explosion vaporized stone, brick, steel and air as it spread out from the dead mech.&nbsp; The other broken Trebuchet chain reacted as the nuclear reaction tore thorugh it's armor and set off the core.&nbsp; The blast radius while small, was enough to barely catch Ranna as she shot into the air.&nbsp; "FUCK!!!!"&nbsp; she screamed inside her cockpit as Harlequin was thrown into an uncontrolled flip, tossing Ranna around in her control seat.&nbsp; She was thankful she had the lostech Aerospace style helmet instead of the standard mech neuro helmet, but the pain in her head was no less intense when Harlequin crashed down inside of a nearby building.&nbsp; <br><br>When she came to, she realized she was hanging from her safety straps, there was a small crack in Harlequin's HUD and she could see lots of brick and mortar.&nbsp; "Uuugghhh.....next time.&nbsp; Definitely need to run faster....what do you say big guy!!"&nbsp; She laughed a bit to herself patting the control panel in front of her, groaning at the pain in her chest as she did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 18:22:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Capellian space, City<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Awesome, King Crab, Axeman, Rommel<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Megan heard the explosion as it lite the night sky behind her, a quick dash down a street showed her that the Atlas' were stopped and 2 were on fire by then stabs of Blue lightning from the Awesome's PPCs lanced through the smoke, adding a weird and eerie strobe effect even when one found the arm of an Atlas as it tried to rise. She locked on one that was down and at the edge of the effective range of her weapons and fired. Her twin medium lasers added their ruby glow to the light show as did the exhausts of the spiraling srms. The lasers gored along the right shoulder and back and then her SRMs peppered around and over the downed Atlas. She turned and fired a second salvo at the one that was again trying to rise. The heat creeping up in her mech had her sweating as she turned and ran back to the others. <br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/cbt_17_zps14fe88b5.jpg)</div>"Well, looks like our IFF codes don't match! That's a thing..." Seth did not sound pleased ...more annoyed then usual, since things didn't really faze him when he was in a mech it meant he had realized, like she had, what a clusterfuck they had walked into. "Do you have visual on the Atlas' being delayed? I can't see anything from here, and have other targets of opportunity. Either that was the Shadow Hawk in the unit we're supposed to be rescuing, or there's another one in pursuit - It's hard to tell which side it was on since both are likely to shoot at m-Fuck, Trenchbuckets!" <br><br>"Ya get 3 heavy damaged Atlas' Ks to add to your score Seth, they were still moving but on fire and open armor so yep you delayed them. As for this mess that Perkins person has some explaining to... "<br>"Company, Brick. We have two Neutrals assisting us; Do Not, repeat, do not fire on the Raven coming up on my position, or the Orion halfway between the Research Centre and the forest. Harlequin and Puma, hold position at the west edge of the forest, prepare to offer fire support to deter pursuit. Also, if any of those dune buggies show up again, squish them. Snake, you're closest, so check on the Spider and Locust; If the pilots are alive, try to get them out; if not, use that speed of yours to get to the Forest. Kismet, head to the Forest and Link up with Recon; your LRMs will be a lot more useful in the open than playing 'hide and chop' in what's left of the Research base. Newboy, detach from the Objective once he arrives in the forest, grab that Orion, I don't care how, and Bring him with you to my position; you're on rearguard duty. Alroy, wake up and get your 'mech's fat face out of the dirt; Looks like you want an Atlas to bend your Crab over a barrel and play 'jingle your bells', and you're already bent over. To the newcomers; Welcome to the party. Remember to kick Perkins in the balls for me, try not to get pounded by the reinforced Battalion we've kicked around, and fall back out of the city in good order; Raven, you're with me, Orion, once you're done splattering whatever's harassing you and the Marauder, Come on over. As for the Rommel tank, just don't step on it."<br><br>Megan frowned since the Awesome pilot, who it had to be, had just confirmed that his unit had no idea they were part of this either. Whomever was running this show was gonna answer that was sure. Megan normally was a pleasent person it took a lot to get her angry, Seth had a knack for doing so at times, but now she could feel&nbsp; the anger building. She would keep it on a leash till they ALL got back. <br>She had been monitoring all communications even the tight beams between the Awesome and the Crab and had a idea of how bad the Awesome pilot was shot up. Opening a private channel since she doubted he would want his team knowing, she linked in The Doc, her voice was was sexy and sultry as she spoke. " Hey Awesome you hang in there now, I heard you talking to this Alroy okay and we need you up. We have a very pretty and sexy Doc with us by the name of Kara, trust me she is as good with her scalpel as you are with those PPCs. And she is single and very cute! I have linked her in , so tell me had bad you are wounded! I am not going anywhere, okay, and Blackjack and I will make sure you all get back to the dropship..."<br><br>Megan was keeping her BAP pinging around them as they moved from the burning and smoky city under the raining predawn sky when another Huge explosion went off near where Seth had been coming from. She checked the status of everyone and all seemed to still be there. Though one friendly icon wasn't moving much!<br><br>Great a real clusterfuck she thought again. And they said being a&nbsp; mechwarrior was fun!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 18:30:54</strong>
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				Erich Toggled his comms once more as the Raven's pilot spoke to him, letting his battle computer lock onto her comm frequency and add it to the list of 'allied' frequencies, before the computer fed that information to the rest of the company, allowing the new Support 'mechs to talk to the company like they were supposed to.<br><br>"Still in one piece. Shrapnel low in the right side, coolant poisoning spreading from the wound. Bleeding's slowed due to pressure."<br><br>His voice had changed slightly, sounding like gravel caught in a Battlemaster's Hip Actuator, deep and grinding. However, instead of falling back, his 'mech remained standing, pouring fire into the route he had used to leave the premises, waiting for the King Crab to get moving. "Vice, If I have to carry you out of here, you can say goodbye to that upgrade requisition you've been leering at."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 18:45:09</strong>
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				The King Crab was motionless for a few seconds after skidding to a stop in the dirt, then began to rock back and forth as Alroy struggled to get his damaged-but-intact arm underneath him to push up. A few unsuccessful tries finally gave way and the battered 'Mech tottered to its feet, claw sunk into Erich's outstretched hand for support. Upright, Alroy's mech didn't look much better than Erich at this point - plowing through the wall and into the dirt had torn away almost all of his front plating, entirely separate from the tattered ruin that had once been his shoulder and left arm.<br><br>Inside, Alroy squinted through his cracked faceplate, fighting the vicious headache that had replaced his momentary unconsciousness and trying to reconcile his fuzzy vision with his flickering sensors. "Quit your whining, Erich, I'm up. Now howabout you, your identical twin brothers, and I get out of here and under cover of the Bastion?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 18:51:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>Her Shadow hawk, city <strong>:Location</strong><br>Walter, the rescue squad and Ranna <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>Miyoko flips on the coms and her voice is dripping with venom much to everyones surprise if they spent more then ten minutes watching her around Erich, as it is painfully clear she has a puppy crush on him despite trying to act like miss ice. "Would have been marvelous to have known that in advance. <em>Sir</em>" She turns her mech and slowly heads towards the forest, grateful for the rain as it matches her mood perfectly. "I swear I rather sell this thing and live like a farmer then take one more order from that idiot Perkins! Why couldn't it have been me laying dead instead of Spider and Locust, at least no one would.. shit" she flips the coms off again the&nbsp; second time her fatigue makes her broadcast more then she planned. She sends a brief sorry to the Orion pilot and she makes a note to apologize in person later, her thoughts interrupted as a large explosion rips through the city from the direction of Ranna and she howls out in anguish. "RANNA!!!!" the urge to turn around and run to her friends last known position is overwhelming but she wont disobey orders so she crouches down at the treeline mostly hull down behind a few old trees that has fallen. This is the kind of firing place she excels at, and the Shadow hawk is all but meant for this so when enemy's last Jenner comes running she grins with a feral smile. Of course she is well aware of what the noble Jenner can do being a Kuritan mech and her PPC slams into it with deadly accuracy and Miyokos remaining missiles comes hammering in sending large plumes of mud and fire into the air temporarily obscuring the enemy mech. As it staggered out of the inferno it had small rivers of melted armor plating along its side and in many places the skeleton was showing, Miyoko didn't plan to give it much chance to find her and again the man made lightning hurtles across the ground and slammed into the enemy mech driving it back until it turns and heads at full speed away into the city to vanish in the rain.<br><br>"Theodore, keep and eye on the scanner will you. Mommy needs to close her eyes for a few seconds, the enormous heat inside the cockpit from unleashing all her weapons in such rapid order threatening to make her pass out. As she closes her eyes to rest them her hands move with practiced ease to flip open the lock on the auto eject system and she smoothly disables it, "we are walking out or we are not getting out at all." She checks to make sure her kaiken (traditional knife carried by females) is still with her in case she will need it to perform the jigai, having long since lost any hope of making it out of this mess alive. "Perkins, I may not be able to kill you myself but I will spit at you from the depths of the hells and look forward to when you join us in death where you will atone for the dead warriors today." Her mind already gone into the ancient traditions and she starts pulling the belt off her waist to use to tie her knees together in preparation as she cracks her bloodshot eyes open again to watch the scanner once again.<br><br>"Honored ancestors, I am sorry I brought shame on our house hopefully my deeds today have somewhat erased that stain and I only wish to die a true daughter of House Kurita. Facing death without fear or hesitation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 20:16:20</strong>
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				The air seemed to open up to a thunderous roar as the two AeroSpace Fighters zipped over them and split up the formation over the city, two heavy large objects tumbling down towards the rest of the company. The two payloads detonated over the area between the Awesome and its pursuer, flooding the whole area in a thick smoke that began to envelope the city limits and disrupting sensors trying to break through the thick plumes. Graphite bombs, dropped right where the wind broke from the friendly 'Mechs and seemingly blowing in a perfect arc so that Recon wouldn't have any problems from it, just the rather vigilant pursuers. Seemed like there where two pilots in the company who would get a mission bonus at least.<br><br>"That's our cue boy and girls! Let's get the heck out of her while our electronic umbrella still lasts! That means you too Recon!"<br><br>The Rommel turned tail and started speeding towards the treeline. By this time Varyag was already a good bit into it and there was no reason for them to stay behind other to see how a Capellan summer looked for the dead. The ASF sped over them as well, feeling that they were better of gone before the SAMs got re-calibrated.<br><br><hr><br>The search teams behind the line of the main fighting was surveying the destruction wrought on the city, the compound and of course the 'Mechs that had been trashed. The battle was still raging at the city limits, but if there was something that the Capellans took pride in it was their diligence to clean up and start anew. A lot of Cataphracts had been trashed, but within the week they would be up walking again with new or veteran MechWarriors at the helm. That was the only way the CCAF could survive in the harsh reality of warfare in the Inner Sphere. They just had to get back up no matter how many times they were beaten down. A team of no less than twenty were surrounding the only two casualties of the enemies, picking through the Locust and Spider for anything to salvage. Another smaller team was getting closer to the site where the Pillager had blown up, wearing thick chem-suits to protect against the blaze and fallout.<br><br>"Shit, there's nothing here to salvage..." The team leader stood at the crater that had once been a top class Assault 'Mech loaded with fine Lostech. "Damn shame really."<br><br>"<strong>Don't worry...</strong>"<br><br>The team leader yelled out in stark fear and horror as the badly scorched hand gripped around his ankle, pulling at it to drag the equally scorched body up to the edge.<br><br>"<strong>Godot is here...</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 20:47:56</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><br><strong>Ranna Krannok<br>Recon Lance<br>Objective: Betelgeuse </strong><br><br><br><hr><br>Ranna could have swore she heard someone screaming her name as she was plummeting through the air, but at this point she wasn't sure if it was real or simply the ringing in her ears manifesting into a cry of despair.&nbsp; At this point Ranna didn't care.&nbsp; A cursory search of Harlequin's system showed nothing of significant note.&nbsp; The wireframe breakout of her armor and internal structure showed only small red spots and nothing inoperable.&nbsp; Pulling her arms forward she pushed off the ground, grabbing the hatchet out of a nearby building.&nbsp; She attempted to pull her knees up underneath to stand, only to realize her right leg was jammed.&nbsp; "Oh just fucking wonderful."<br><br>Resting Harlequin's weight on the hatchet, Ranna pulled the mech up from the rubble which had crashed down around her.&nbsp; Her diagnostic systems said there was nothing wrong with her knee, but she wasn't able to move it. "I must have fuzed the armor in the blast or something."<br><br><em>That's our cue boy and girls! Let's get the heck out of her while our electronic umbrella still lasts! That means you too Recon!</em><br><br>Unable to get the joint to flex, Ranna slowly limped her way through the streets towards the large group of green triangles on her display.&nbsp; Unhappy that the day had been such a tragic clusterfuck, but glad she made it though another mission, she smiled thinking about her kills.&nbsp; She knew the debrief was going to be a circus, which was fine with her.&nbsp; After the last debrief, it was high time that Perkins and Walter got yelled at for a change.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 22:48:40</strong>
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				As Janis made the tree line and Ranna picking off two Trebuchets Graff flipped his mic to external hoping the pilot in the Orion would hear, "Ok that's a wrap here Orion, lets go bring up the rear."&nbsp; Flipping back off external he zeroes in on Harlequin's mech and tight beams, "Thanks for the assist.&nbsp; Our charge just entered the forest and is making his way back to the dropship."&nbsp; Reversing into a forward direction Graff kicks his Marauder back up into a run to attempt to make it to be rear guard while there is still something left to guard.&nbsp; Next thing Graff knew two fast moving bogies pop up on his radar and buzz the battlefield only to leave behind their sensor confusing package, and who knows where those came from.&nbsp; <br><br>As grass turns to ferrocrette Graff slows down once again concerned about the same thing as before but for different reasons.&nbsp; The chances of anyone finding a level strip of road here is about the same as anyone getting a bonus out of Perkins.&nbsp; Dips and hills full of unstable chunks litter the area and as Graff (and possibly Blackjack) begin to make their way over a small mound they link up with the last known position of Brick and his lance.&nbsp; &nbsp;Their hampered movement made it easy to locate them even as the chaff slowly settles.&nbsp; Ah rearguard, a position Graff is quite familiar with, it's like a warm blanket that brings him back to the academy days as his class mates seemed to think that was the only place he was really good for since leaving him out of the OP was out of the question.&nbsp; At this point though the situation was a little different, he's chosen mostly because his Marauder is one of the least damaged mechs in the lance right now.<br><br>Back to lance coms he goes as he signals in, "Double G here, taking up position in the rear.&nbsp; Get out of here, we'll watch your six."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 09:09:14</strong>
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				<strong>Aboard the Bastion, two hours after extraction.</strong><br><hr>Walter sat in silent and watched the gathered around the table. All of his own was there, excepting Yamina and Hiro, who were presumed dead, and Erich who was still getting patched up by their new doctor down at medbay. And then of course there were the three new additions. Seth Lengheardth, Megan Chang and Janos Ilyanovich Wu, out of which only Wu seemed to be at least content to be here. Looking around at the others he could see that all of them had one thing in common. They were pissed off. He looked over to the empty chair where Perkins usually sat. He would have to take the flak on his own this time. As such he cleared his throat.<br><br>"We had a lot of mishaps along the way. We have lost two warriors, one still struggling to overcome his coolant-poisoning. Comms were in the shits, as was the organization. The costs are amounting to a pretty steep slope already. It's a miracle we made it out alive."<br><br>He pulled a hand through his red hair which had sprouted some healthy colonies of grey in the last couple of months. His beard was even more so cropped with the grey menace.<br><br>"But in the end you all performed admirably. You sunk a whole lot of Phracts out there, took down a Pillager, crippled some Atlases and Ranna made it away with a Vindicator and two Trebuchet heads. You should be proud."<br><br>He felt a bit naked without one of Perkins' reviews in his hands. It was a bit reassuring to know that it was his words that would be critiqued, not his own. One could say he was a coward in that sense.<br><br>"Since Mr Perkins is indisposed at the moment, I don't have the exact numbers. But I think you'll all have a pretty hefty bonus waiting for you once he recovers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 09:55:51</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Crew Mess Hall<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br>Although Ranna was feeling pretty proud of herself for limping out of this ordeal with only a broken knee joint and some minor armor damage she could feel the strain of the anger coming from the other mechwarriors.&nbsp; Sitting back in her usual manner, with her boots up on the table she glared at Walter for a moment before her usual lack of self control took over.<br><br>"You know Walter, normally I'd be happy to sit back and glow in the after effects of tearing the shit out of mechs without taking much damage, and I know I have no room to speak when you consider the amount of damage I took compared to most here..."&nbsp; She slowly stood, clenching her fists as she rested them on the table, leaning all of her weight into her arms and fists, glaring down at Walter, "But I think I can safely speak for the rest of the unit when I say FUCK PERKINS."&nbsp; That jackoff sent us in blind and stupid into combat environment we were neither prepared for or outfitted for."&nbsp; Turning to the newcomers with a swipe of her arm.&nbsp; "Not to mention not bothering to tell us he had contracted more mercs to join us.&nbsp; Which by the way creates so many friendly fratricide issues I won't even go into.&nbsp; We lost Hiro and Yamina to a fucking ATLAS, and Oh by the way...not just a regular Atlas, this was a Lostech SLDF Atlas with bells and whistles and everything.&nbsp; So you'll excuse me if I don't feel proud of what we did today aside from coming back relatively alive nor do I give a flying fuck about Perkins piddly bonuses."<br><br>Ranna glared at Walter for a long moment before turning abruptly to lean against the wall in the corner of the room away from the main group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 15:24:31</strong>
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				Graff sat in on the debrief and the general level of anger that filled the room, it seems to be the norm with this company although different this time.&nbsp; He had made it out with the one of the least damaged mechs so that should make it easier for him to feel good about the OP, but loosing two of their own is definitely something not to by happy about.&nbsp; Not only where they two of our fastest mechs but decent people as well...even Hiro, who seemed to embody all the things he'd grown up hearing about Kuritans, except for the lack of lizard eyes and claw like fingers.&nbsp; That's kind of the nature of the job, any minute could be the last punch of your meal ticket.&nbsp; <br><br>The new people though are a mix, although he's barely talked to any of them so far and hasn't even meet the new doctor since he wasn't as banged up this time.&nbsp; Still if she mirrored the other women that joined up she'd be quite attractive, one would think that Perkins and Walter are looking to turn this into their own little harem.&nbsp; He is looking to get a chance to talk to Janos, since he offered to look at his electrical systems on his Marauder, he's hoping he can help or at least not have a heart attack when he starts digging into it.<br><br>Taking another sit of water Graff just listens as people vent, bitching never helped his situation before (actually several times it's made things worse) and he was pretty sure it won't help this time either.&nbsp; So he sits back, rehydrates and listens.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 16:46:13</strong>
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				Alroy had spent a few hours in the sickbay being treated for his concussion, and being monitored to be certain there wasn't any internal bleeding or bruising, but eventually been given a full bay of health. That didn't improve his mood any, and he'd had to shoot up another full vial of Quick to get his wits back about him, which didn't help either.<br><br>"Ranna's right. Putting up with Perkins hasn't been easy, but we've managed to do it. Sure, he was an Aerojock and not a real Mechwarrior, but he knew people who could get us in with contracts, and we had the Old Man, then Walter, actually running the outfit. Perkins was the paymaster, and couldn't do any damage there."<br><br>"But what the prick can't seem to figure out now that he's in charge is that Mechs and Mechwarriors are more than numbers of columns on his damn spreadsheets. When he looks at his charts, he sees 'Loss - two pilots, two mechs, damage - multiple mechs', 'gain - one senior tech, one destroyed mech, assorted salvage'. He doesn't see Hiro or Yamina or Erich. The only thing he sees in the Brick or Tanya is the time and money it'll take to fix them, he's never been the one staring down another Assault mech. He doesn't see that when you hire a fifth column of on-field troops, you better well tell your people about it.<br><br>This is the second time his beancounter mentality and total disregard for intelligence has screwed us over. In the Combine raid, we had aerial superiority and surveillance and still somehow missed the presence of those Elementals, or the ship that dropped them off and was probably still lurking around in-system to pick them up, or any sign that the base wasn't operating properly. Here, he works up an entire fifth column without so much as mentioning their existence, almost causes a blue-on-blue incident - and somehow manages to arrange those reinforcements without being able to find out the opposition was sporting LosTech, not just guarding it. I've never seen an Atlas that mounted a Gauss Rifle before, and they had at least two of the things, plus that antique Pillager. You make those mistakes in a aerospace fighter, you can just pull up and head for altitude or orbit. You make those mistakes on the ground, 'Mechs break and people die. Buying our feelings off with blood money - and that's what it would be, giving bonuses to make us happy with our losses - isn't going to cut it this time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 17:48:42</strong>
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				Walter listened to the two MechWarriors and could see a whole lot of nodding and silent agreement. Quite frankly, they were giving him a whole lot of headache, which was why he started stuffing his pipe when Alroy opened up and emptied his account of complaints. He could of course see where they were coming from, being the ones who had just suffered two casualties and a whole lot of damage. But they were acting like children. As the burly man was done with his account of whatever righteous fury the whole company felt, he lit the pipe and sighed heavily.<br><br>"That is all cute, really. But truth is you don't know shit about anything, Al." He paused for a moment just to see their reaction, blowing a plume of smoke up towards the ceiling. "You apparently are holding out on us, because I don't know about this fucking miracle of a telescope that lets you know everything about the enemy that you are about to face. Playing around with hindsight is a beautiful thing, but it makes you retarded with all the buts and ifs. You had no more idea than Perkins that this op would account for all those 'Mechs. Our numbers indicated a handful of Phracts in the compound, an Atlas with spiffy kits and some elites in unknown 'Mechs. That's the intel we were given, not the fucking intel we made up on the spot."<br><br>He let that sink in for a moment, puffing away as if he was in no hurry.<br><br>"It's not like you are the only ones suffering. If you think that, you are all as ignorant as kids and just as childish. Perks is asleep now after having worked with the electronic warfare team for fifty plus hours to disrupt planetwide communications and sensors so that your sorry asses didn't have to face down the whole fucking CCAF presence on the planet, not to mention their goddamn ASFs who were oblivious to our presence even as we blasted out of orbit. Speaking of which, one of our pilots nearly got his ass blown off when a SAM decided to explode beneath his cockpit, but last I saw him he was chuckling it off in the bay with his wingman. He's not getting any bonuses like you fancy-pants MechJocks but he's damn happy he survived that adventure and get to write home about it."<br><br>He paused once more, needing to get another kick of the tobacco before he continued.<br><br>"If you think you can point all the blame on Perkins for this you are damn wrong. I am to blame, Erich is to blame, you are all to blame! I have no damned idea why anyone of you thought it was a good idea to crash through the compound with the Assault Lance setting fire to the whole damned place when Recon could have sneaked in, found Varyag and got the heck out of there while Assault could have played Atlas-babysitter in the city. I know Erich gave the damn order, even though I had recommended against it, and I am sure to fill him a goddamn sock of it once he recovers. But if you think you can just sit here and chew out the only man who didn't even do anything wrong this whole time, think again assholes! Our next stop is Outreach and I don't give a rat's ass how many of you want to leave the company then and there, you are fucking welcome, I don't give a shit and I won't miss you. So if you want to go to Perkins and try to blame him for all of this, you are welcome to try. But know that <em>we</em> are the once to blame for the death of Yamina and Hiro, we are the ones to blame for putting Erich in the shitting wounded list and we alone are to blame for being so trigger happy as to shoot at two 'Mechs who show up neutral on the fucking sensors. I don't want to hear anymore shit from any of you until you admit your own fault in this mess and I don't want any of you trying to rip Perkins out of sleep before he's done, just to give him shit for what is mine and Erich's fault. If however you have to complain about it, I am right here. I am Company Commander, I am the one you are supposed to blame when we lose two damn fine MechWarriors!"<br><br>His voice had grown in a steady curve throughout the whole spiel and he now stood up with his fists white-knuckled against the table with his pipe sticking out of the corner of his mouth. He sighed heavily again, the neon words CRITICAL FAILURE: GAUSS RIFLE DAMAGED flashing before his eyes. He rubbed them and looked back up at the others.<br><br>"I take responsibility for their deaths, you hear. Don't go around trying to frame Perkins for that."<br><br>Another image flashed before him. Perkins sitting catatonic at the comms after a fifty hour shift, clenching a cold cup of coffee in his hands.<br><br>"I nearly killed them all, Walt..."<br><br>"Is anyone else feeling like they have the privilege of hindsight? Speak up now, because I won't have any more of it later on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 18:15:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>debriefing <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>Miyoko sits back and just listens to tired to say a word and frankly she finds the icy core inside of her just dulling any of the rage she has now, it doesn't really matter in the end anyway. She grabs her datapad and scrolls through the records, and yes sure enough the Orion showed up bright red to her sensors not neutral as he just claimed but again she doesnt care.. she finds herself not caring if she lives or dies anymore so she closes her eyes and nuzzles into the chair with her booted feet up on the table. Let him yell all he wants, it won't change much anyway. Soon she will be with her ancestors and all of this petty squabbling will be over and she can find peace. She reaches for her bottle of water and doesn't even bother hiding the pill she pops into her mouth and she drains the bottle greedily before tossing it into the recyclable bin and then stands up and leaves without a word to head down to the mechbay to work on her repairs, all the yelling and screaming was giving her an even worse headache then she already has. The crew already hard at work at repairs gives her a nod and leaves her alone as usual while she helps Rose and Theodore out of the cockpit so they can sit on a crossbeam as she starts working on the kneejoint, "by the way Miyoko, thank you for grabbing the tech. Good job.. oh.. not at all Walter, it was my pleasure" she grumbles to herself as the sparks fly from the welder as she cuts away a piece of armor plating that is so warped and twisted it wont come off by itself.<br><br>"bah.. I know what you both will say.. burr burr mommy.. and you are right, but I am only a human not a bear." she falls silent as she hoists the large winch over to lower the broken armor plate down to the ground safely, a brief moment of vertigo makes her world spin and she catches herself at the last minute. "urgh.. again.." she looks up at the work still to be done and decides that one more plate can be changed out before she is too tired to even move and then she will go sleep in the cockpit as is her habit feeling safe behind the closed and very armored hatch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 20:39:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; DropShip "Bastion"<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Debriefing Room<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Megan had spent the past hours making sure her Raven was docked and asking the techs to hold off on the armor repair until she could dig out the tech manuals and show them the actual dimensions that needed to be cut and shaped. She had met the man that had piloted the Awesome and shook his hand almost gushing how she had never seen a mech that damaged and still up. This as The Doc wheeled him off to sickbay she harshly told Megan to back the hell off and let her save the mann's life, leaving a half stunned look on Megan's face as they all disappeared into a lift. The Doc throwing her a smile to ease the sting as the doors closed.<br>It had not taken much to find out that Walter Viejer was the current Commander and had recently had what had to be the worst damage a mech warrior could have done. He had been neuro severed. Megan Made sure to have a copy of her sensors logs as she went to the debriefing.<br><br>As Walter spoke Megan eyes narrowed a bit, about the only sign she gave of the intense focus she had as well as the spike of the old anger...<br><br>"Is anyone else feeling like they have the privilege of hindsight? Speak up now, because I won't have any more of it later on."<br><br>Her voice was accented and sulty and she didn't raise her voice.<br>Megan stood and nodded to those around the table then to the 'Commander'. "Sir my name is Megan Chang, I am pleased to meet all of you and would like to offer my view on the past action at least from the perspective of what I saw and recorded. First though a Little about myself, I am formally of the CCAF, Graduated 2ND in my class from the state run schools. Joined the Military where I excelled in electronics , communications and Electronic warfare. About 2 year ago I received my Raven -4L one of the first of the official run of them. The reason I am no longer with the CCAF is that I was courtmartialed in abstention after my battalion and the command lance I was in was ambushed for faulty Intell. My captain and his lance including myself were blamed for the leading the battalion into an ambush by a St Ives RCT. I barely managed to escape and make it to OutReach with some survivors where I discovered I had been courtmartial, my citizenship stripped."<br><br>"I am very good at what I do and Sir, *nods to Walter* part of what you just say does not fly. We were hired and yes desperate enough to get off that planet, to meet up and at a set of coordinates. Hired by a Mr Perkins, we did not receive any information on how to contact, what frequency's would be used or what to expect from your unit. We didn't even know you were on a mission here and I gather the field commander didn't know of us either. So unless you are the one that did not do the job then Mr Perkins is to blame for that and frankly that doesn't look good from where I set."<br><br>"When we arrived no one tried to contact us, from the drop ship or from anyone else. I was able to link to the Rommel you used but even then you didn't even offer who you were or offer any details of what was going on. I was able to get a decent picture by monitoring your unit comms, and yes I hacked them to do so, and went to link up with what seemed to be the biggest concentration of your forces. During this time I heard orders from you and from the Awesome, Erich Oststein. At times those orders seemed in bit of conflict. It wasn't until well after you had met my mech and Seth's that anyone told the rest of your unit we even existed and the only reason we didn't show up red was how i was spoofing the IFF signals...your mechs showed red till I was able to figure out which were which and adjust my sensors accordingly. It wasn't until we linked by&nbsp; MR Oststein into the company net that the IFF signals cleared so Seth showing as a hostile to one of your mechs is well within the range of possibilities. Hell Sir The awesome nearly gored me when I stepped out behind your tank."<br><br>"From what I can see you have a group of good pilots here but the intell was lacking and could have been corrected by at minimum waiting till our arrival and adding us into your force mix, sir. and that is Mr Perkins Fault since we were contacted 2 weeks prior to meeting here"<br><br>"As for the electronics techs and electronic warfare they were doing, Only bits and pieces showed on my scanners. I was able to hack into the regional SatCom Net in under 2 minutes and from there used it to determine who was whom. I was also able to use a sat cam to zoom in and see various mechs moving and tried to link that data to your tank. I am sure your ECM techs know what they do but my guess sir and its a guess is that the equipment they are using is horribly out of date as is the software. For that I have ideas including how to blanket a drop ship like this with an ecm field using linked Guardians to do so...its a theory but should work."<br>Megan caught herself as she started into tech and ECM information overload and instead nodded to Walter and sat back down.<br><br>She felt better but was not sure if this was THE unit, the one that she could call home finally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 21:16:48</strong>
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				Walter leaned down in his chair as Megan began her report. By the time she was done his pipe had died, but he let it hang limply from his lips. Once done, he put it down on the table and cleared his throat.<br><br>"I am sorry the communications were lacking, Megan. I was under the impression that you had been called for to join the company and that you would be able to take orders at face value from the get-go. From what you tell me you certainly performed admirably under the circumstances. That said I don't think you are the right person to blame Mr Perkins at the moment. I will have a discussion with him once he has recovered. After that we'll see if he accepts it."<br><br>If it was a snotty comment, Walter was just content with that. He had seen her file and knew she was good. But one doesn't fling stones in the glass house the first chance you get in a new unit.<br><br>"As for the electronic warfare, I am sure you are perfectly suited to be the judge of how well it was implemented. However in this case I will by default presume that Mr Perkins with his background as a member of a high functionary family in the ComStar hierarchy as well as his 25 years of experience in the ComStar fleet knows how to maintain a communications blockade on a planet. Especially since we were not shot down from the skies as we landed or took off, neither had any problems with ground attack craft or outside reinforcements during the mission. As I said, I will have a discussion with Mr Perkins and you all know you can as well. Just let him sleep for a while first."<br><br>He just watched as Miyoko got up and left. He knew she didn't take getting yelled at well. Even so it wasn't her fault that she had opened fire on the Orion. He would have to find time to talk to her later.<br><br>"Alright team. All things considered and whether you think so or not, you all did good today. If you have anything more to say, you know where to find me. Our doors are always open, it's just that two of us are recovering at the time, so don't hesitate to come yelling at me. Before we end this debrief I would like to have a moment of silence to honor our fallen. Dismissed..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 22:22:10</strong>
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				The final trek back to the Bastion had been mercifully silent; Erich had turned off all but the comms reciever so people knew he was still alive, but clearly not talkative, as his crippled War machine staggered through the forest, shouldering aside younger trees, and stepping around the old-growth trees that were wider than his mech could reach with both arms spread wide. The burning ache in his side had turned into a dull throb as the warrior focused on his final objective, knowing full well that it would be a long time before he, or his 'mech were going to be considered combat-ready again.<br><br>Due, in part to the blood loss and the constant nausea caused by the damage to the 'mech's gyroscope, His final slow steps into the Dropship's mech bay were accentuated by the dangling barrel of the right-arm PPC swinging wide and banging a dent into the inner bulkhead of the loading hatch. The echoing Bang of the impact causing most people to look over at the savaged ruin of the 80-ton 'mech, several of the Techs already swearing as they saw the huge amount of work needed to repair the Awesome. Slowly, Erich managed to get his crippled ride into the heavy equipment cradle designated as 'his' due to the usual amount of punishment the Awesome took, right next to the limp-limbed King Crab. Alroy had already disembarked from his own Assault 'mech, and, from Erich's vantage point in the twelve-metre tall 'mech, he could see Alroy already getting poked and prodded at by a pretty lady; probably the new medic he had heard the raven pilot mention.<br><br>Slowly hoisting his Neurohelmet from his head, he was quietly glad that he had sprung for a Star-League standard Helmet, which weighed around five pounds, instead of the Pre Helm Core helmets, which weighed closer to forty. By the time the helmet had been placed in its storage rack, two of the dropship's medtechs had already popped open the Awesome's cockpit hatch, moving swiftly to put several pressure dressings in place around the chunk of metal sticking out of his right side. Helping Erich stand, the two medtechs eased the tall warrior from the damaged cockpit, careful to not disturb the shrapnel that had harmed him so. A few moments later, one of the Astechs headed into the assault 'mech to shut down the weapons, reactor, and so on, letting the charges on the PPCs disspiate and slowly cutting off the flow of visible radiation bathing the 'mech's innards in a sickly blue light; Between the radiation from the damaged PPC capacitors, the damage to the reactor shielding, and so on, the 'mech was a giant toxic wasteland until service crews could properly decontaminate the war machine from top to bottom.<br><br>Using a service lift, the Medtechs kept Erich propped up to prevent aggravation of his injuries, until the three finally arrived at the 'ground floor' of the mechbay, where an emergency gurney was set up so he didn't have to talk over to the actual medical bay, which was several levels above the 'mechbay in the dropship. The new doctor, who had apparently ordered Alroy to go through a full battery of tests to ensure that the Ammo explosion hadn't fried his brain more than usual, headed over to Erich as he slowly sat on the gurney, his light shirt and right leg soaked with his blood from the visible chunk of metal. Another woman stood nearby; clearly Capellan based on her ancestry, she was staring at his 'mech, the fact that, despite the damage, it still stood upright apparently more than her mind could easily comprehend.<br><br>She quickly came over to where he sat, excitedly babbling about how she had never seen a 'mech take that much punishment and still stand under its own power. To his pain-hazed mind, it looked like the doctor simply shooed the Capellan away, though he was likely just blocking out the actual language and physical motions, which were probably far louder and angrier in regards to the fact that he still had a rather sizeable chunk of metal stuck in him. Erich simply grunted and laid down on the gurney, the pain and exhaustion on his face showing as even that short movement pulled against the shrapnel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 23:39:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger Deck, Med Bay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Megan Chang, Erich<br><br><hr><br>While the pilots were making their way back to the ship, Kara was looking over her new med bay and trying not to squeal in delight! Clearly the fellow who had hired them on had spared no expense when it came to the medical care of those on this ship*. She was in her own, personal, version of heaven. She hadn't expected a bay that was so nearly well stocked and with equipment that wasn't nearly as old as she was! If Perkins had been standing in front of her just then she might have kissed him. She had known doctors, during her residency, who didn't have practices this well stocked!<br><br>Riding on an emotional high from her new med bay, she made her way down to the hanger deck and bounced slightly on her heels as she watched the Mech's come in. Those still in decent repair, or mostly so anyway, she utterly ignored, her attention instead focusing on those that had clearly taken damage. They were the most likely to have wounded in need of care and thus of the most interest to her. The techs were the first to the damaged Mechs while she moved through the bay doing a mental triage. Most of the pilots were fine, some a bit banged up, the majority with nothing that would need more than the attention of a medtech and, perhaps, some painkillers or antibiotics later. <br><br>Then she saw Erich. Anything else she might have been thinking of vanished as her long stride carried her to the Warrior who was being cared for competently enough...though she knew she could do better. Without though she started snapping off orders to the techs while examining Erich herself. She didn't bother pulling the metal in his side out just yet. It would hurt, and it was staunching the flow of blood that would otherwise be gushing from him.&nbsp; Making sure he was as stable as he could be she glanced around and actually noticed Megan standing there gushing about the man's damaged Mech! <br><br>"Harass him later Megan!" she snapped, rolling her eyes at the woman before also flashing her a grin to take some of the sting out of her brusque words. If it had been anyone but Megan they'd have gotten a glare and probably a far sharper edge of her tongue, but she knew and liked the other woman so she wasn't as harsh as she could have been.<br><br>Pushing the gurney to the med bay, she kept up a steady stream of banal conversation just to get the pilot used to the sound of her voice. She still didn't know his name, and didn't much care. There'd be time for the niceties when he wasn't in danger of bleeding to death. <br><br>In the med bay itself she had two techs help her transfer him to an actual bed and before she started asking questions she was drawing up something, and jabbing him in his uninjured hip with it. The strong painkiller wouldn't knock him out, but it would let his body relax and keep him from feeling anything but the most intense pains. In her experience, most people that could feel pain through the doses she gave them, usually passed out from it soon after anyway. <br><br>"I don't know if anyone bothered to tell you, you were getting a new doctor, but I'm her. Name's Kara Gaius. You can call me Doc or Kara, I'll answer to either. Now <em>you</em> have managed to do a number on yourself here and I'm going to take care of it, no worries there, but it's going to require a few more needle jabs and some sewing so tell me now if I need you fully sedated or if you're ornery enough to stay still and watch me patch you up." <br><br>As she talked she worked, getting him set up with an IV to replace fluid he'd lost, as well as starting antibiotics along with it. She would need to run a course of anti-toxins as well but those would be next. She didn't think he'd die of blood loss but if he did there was no point in wasting the anti-toxins. <em>Not</em> a thought she would have said out loud but one that had been drilled into her during her residency all the same. She also put a tray together with the instruments, hemostatic agents, and sutures she would want for removing the metal and debris from his wounds. When she had it all together she simply stopped and looked at him, clearly expecting an answer to her query. <br><br>*Discussed the state of the med bay (how modern and well stocked it is) with Wargtass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 23:57:42</strong>
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				Erich chuckled slightly at the doc's introduction, watching her collect what she needed. The painkillers were doing a wonderful job of helping him relax, allowing him to avoid swearing when the shrapnel seemed to shift, poking him in a new and uncomfortable manner. "I'm fine enough to watch. Shrapnel's bad enough, but it went through the cooling vest; coolant in the wound."<br><br>He paused, then smirked slightly, unable to resist poking fun at the new doctor. "Your pal in the Raven said you were single. I figure you're married to the job."<br><br>Raising his right elbow up onto a padded medical shelf next to the bed he was mostly-sitting on, the movement exposed the injury completely to the young-looking doctor, letting her examine the injury up close. "Pillager punched me in the head; tore right through the armour, so I've been leaking for around thirty minutes, plus or minus five. Might need more than a few needles to get back up to speed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 21:33:14</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br><br>Ranna walked out of the briefing feeling like she had ashe in her mouth.&nbsp; She had left the Dragoons over a stupid dispute with Wolfe because she thought she knew better and now she had walked right back into another unit with similar issues but with less history.&nbsp; She wondered if she had made the right choice.&nbsp; She had always learned that you made choices based on your circumstances and you had to live with those choices and move on.&nbsp; This was no different in her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>She filed out ahead of everyone else, having been closer to the door by the end of the briefing.&nbsp; She noticed Miyoko slip out after her address to Walt.&nbsp; Ranna made a mental note to remember to go talk to the young girl before it got too late.&nbsp; Before she knew how far she had walked she realized she was standing in front of Harlequin.&nbsp; His tall lanky body with his sleek head and cracked eye visor staring down at her.&nbsp; <br><br>"We've been through a lot old friend.&nbsp; Today was no different."&nbsp; She said, more whispering to herself than talking to the mech.&nbsp; Climbing slowly up the ankle joint and along Harlequin's right leg until she was hanging from a bar on the leg, she examined the knee.&nbsp; She started shaking her head when she notice the plates along the outer edge of the knee had infact melted together.&nbsp; "That's going to take some work."&nbsp; She said with a sigh as she looked up at the rest of her machine's random damage.&nbsp; The majority of the damage was superficial, broken plates or rents in the metal where building broke her fall or scratched her paint.&nbsp; &nbsp;She stared across the hangar bay for a moment at Erich's Awesome, the almost complete destruction of over half his mech, and he had walked home.&nbsp; The power of that image took her breath away, knowing she'd never been a stand and slug it out type fighter.&nbsp; She had her kills, and she had her way of doing things.&nbsp; <br><br>Accepting that she was going to need to do some work on Harlequin in the coming days during the trip to the jumpship, Ranna dropped to the hangar deck floor, sitting softly on Harlequin's foot, she looked out at the rest of the hangar watching the movement of people and things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 00:41:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Med Bay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich<br><br><hr><br>"Good to know," Kara said as she settled onto a stool beside Erich and ignored answering his question about being married to her job. In truth, when she was working, she was nearly impossible to distract, when she wasn't she was as single as any other young woman. She wanted the same things anyone else did, it was just hard to find someone that actually understood the rigors of her job, and who didn't get jealous of it when they wanted to be the center of the world and she was too busy to give them that kind of attention. <br><br>Reaching up she pressed him gently sideways, it wouldn't be comfortable for him, but she needed a clear view of his wound. Clucking her tongue she cleaned the outside of the wound and sterilized it as best as anyone could. The fact was though, it was a dirty would and all she was doing was making sure she didn't introduce anything that wasn't already there. Despite the painkiller cocktail she'd already given Erich, she injected more local painkillers into the site of the wound as well. It wouldn't stop him from feeling tugging, pressure, or from knowing she was digging around inside to clean out the scraps of material caught in the wound, but it was enough that he shouldn't feel any actual pain from it. <br><br>Of course that didn't stop some people from throwing up so she put a basin beside him as well.<br><br>"This isn't going to be comfortable, but it shouldn't hurt precisely either. Depending on how much debris is in here the local I gave you could start to wear off, if it does, don't be a hero, just let me know. If you start twitching while I'm working you could make me slip and slice open another vein or artery which would mean more blood loss that you can't really afford. Got it?" she asked, though her tone was clear enough that she expected obedience. Anywhere else and she wouldn't expect him to so much as pick up a piece of paper on her say so, but in her med bay, under her care, she was in charge...if he couldn't listen, she'd sedate him. She didn't mention that to him, yet, though.<br><br>With gloves on she gently drew the edges of the wound apart and clucked her tongue again. Eyeing the mess the shrapnel had made of the flesh over his hip, she shook her head and started muttering to herself. It wasn't conversation, she was clearly speaking her own thoughts to herself and not expecting a response, but if he listened, he'd hear her enumerating what exactly she'd need to repair to have him put back together and on his way to mending. <br><br>The first thing she did was grasp the large piece of shrapnel with a clamp and, using her right hand, pulled it free while her left pressed a sponge to the wound to staunch the bleeding that now flowed without the piece of metal in place to stop it. Using a handheld laser cautery device she cauterized the small bleeders so that she could clean the rest of the debris from the would with a clear view of what she was doing. Now and then she would shake her head, worry her lower lip or make small noises of interest or annoyance but she never stopped in her work until she was stitching up his skin and hanging an anti-toxin to counteract the coolant that had gotten into his bloodstream. <br><br>When she was done she stretched up onto her toes, her arms reaching for the ceiling and sighed as a couple of small popping noises announced her back cracking pleasantly. Cleaning and dressing Erich's, now stitched, wound she finally gave him a smile, a real one, that lit her face as she finally answered his earlier question, My friend in the Raven is Megan, and you're both right. When I'm working, I'm married to the job. I can focus with a single-mindedness that I've been told is scary. Once the job is handled and everyone's patched up and on the men, I'm just like any other single woman," &nbsp;she said with a small shrug before she started putting instruments in chemical baths to clean the blood and contaminants from them. In an hour, once they were clean, she'd package and re-sterilize them.<br><br>"You're going to be stuck in that bed for a bit. You need more fluids through that IV I stuck in your arm, as well as another course of antibiotics and anti-toxins, so why don't you use your time and tell me a bit about yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 01:02:22</strong>
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				Graff looked towards Janos as the meeting broke up, "We can take a look at my Marauder tomorrow, ok?"&nbsp; Graff knew he probably should go and work on repairing his Marauder's armor but at this moment just couldn't find the energy to take on that undertaking.&nbsp; Plus with Janos just being freed from his Capellan bonds he is possibly not up for it either.&nbsp; Instead Graff would swing by the mess hall to grab a bite to eat and hit the showers.&nbsp; Dinner was nothing special, but it did bring about a more somber mood as he sits alone.&nbsp; It wasn't that long ago that he came off another 'disastrous' successful mission, out of that had come a friend in Elisa and she just seemed to disappear.&nbsp; <br><br>Thinking about the loss of one mechwarrior made him think about Hiro and Mina.&nbsp; They were both members of his lance at one point in time as well as members of the same company.&nbsp; It's never easy to lose comrades and this is the first time for Graff, it happened so quick...<br><br>Lost in thought Graff just pushes around his food as he contemplates the days events...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 06:00:20</strong>
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				Erich shrugged, having ignored the pain as the local anaesthetic had worn off during the layering of sutures, tissue glue, and more sutures. "Want the long story, or the short one?" He chuckled slightly, leaning back on the medical bed and stripping off the partially-destroyed remains of his shirt; Kara had cut away a sizeable chunk around the wound he had recieved, so the rest of the relatively cheap T-shirt was best used for rags anyhow.<br><br>He paused, then smiled slightly. "Long it is. Born on Odessa back around the turn of the millenium. Family wasn't much in the large scale of things, but we had enough money, and I had enough aptitude scores to get into the Nagelring. Graduated with Honours, was given a Griffon, which I lost in my First engagement when I got into a fistfight with an Atlas, got a Zeus to replace it, got stuck in the Twelfth Lyran Guard, and proceeded to beat the fuck out of Kuritans, Pirates, and, when we headed to the FWL border, slapped around House Marik for shits and giggles. Did that for nearly twenty years."<br><br>He smiled faintly then closed his eyes for a moment. "Commanded a Battalion by the time I was forty; you wouldn't believe it, but I'm older than I look. In one nasty fight my Zeus was savaged; ended up taking the enemy commander's Awesome as salvage after I blew out his cockpit with a lucky hit from the LRM-15 rack the Zeus had. Kept the Brick since; plays well with my fighting style."<br><br>His smile faded slowly as he spoke. "They're all dead, y'know. Thirty-five Men and Women, under my command, killed because some goddamned idiot REMF ordered the Regiment to attack the most-heavily fortified planet within one jump, because it'd make him have a chestful of medals for taking an enemy world. There were Ten regiments massing for a raid on Hesperus, so while we were torn apart, the REMF got all the credit for spoiling an attack on the Commonwealth's most important 'mech factories. I was given a fistful of 'wounded in action' medals, as I had been on the front lines in every fight as my Battalion had been ground to pieces. Then was court-martialed for the loss of a battalion. Got acquitted due to Battleroms showing that I had objected to the attack with no intel, no real purpose, and, most importantly, showed that the fucking asshole who had ordered the twelfth into that mess had relocated the Landing Zone until there was just a lance of us left."<br><br>His habitual scowl had returned, though it seemed that his face had been built for frowning. "I quit, naturally. Took my 'mech, my medals, and my massive pile of cash with me to Galatea, as this was before Outreach was the 'biggest, fanciest place for mercs, and Galatea was still the Mercenary's star. Met&nbsp; 'Ol Bones there; he was an asshole, but he cared for us like we were his family; the fact that I was a few years older than him didn't matter much; we fought hard, won hard, and partied hard; Walt took over when Bones got killed around two months back. He means well, but he's been nothing but an asshole ever since he took a nasty hit that scrambled his ability to Pilot a 'mech. Not like he knew how to use that Highlander very well. When you're loaded with LRMs and a Gauss rifle, you don't get into a kissing competition with an Autocannon Twenty."<br><br>Turning slightly, he picked up a spare datapad from near the medbay's bed, turning it on to examine the contents. "So, I'm the overall commander of all ground forces. Walt likes to put on airs and claim he's top dog, but until he pulls his head out of his ass, which might require a crowbar, he's just going to be loud and annoying. Perkins, the 'paymaster' for the company is former Comstar; he's a dab hand at aerospace, but likes to 'expense report' everything, including performance in the field. If he Learned to pilot a 'mech, or, even better sat in the hotseat through a firefight, he'll be able to understand why communication can break down, and things don't go as planned, but there's a higher chance of Satan kissing Bhudda. So, questions, comments, snarky observations? Heard most of 'em before, mind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 06:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Med Bay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich<br><br><hr><br><em> So, questions, comments, snarky observations? Heard most of 'em before, mind.</em><br><br>Having listened while Erich spoke, Kara was, herself, frowning slightly at where he'd ended up. Turning toward him, she lightly plucked the datapad out of his hand and placed it in a drawer out of reach. She wasn't certain what was on it, but she <em>was</em> certain that it wasn't his and therefore what was on it wasn't really any of his business. Thinking about what he'd said she didn't even realize she'd taken the pad from him, not really anyway, and she hopped up onto the stretcher next to his so she look into his face while speaking with him.<br><br>"Nothing snarky. Being snarky when a patient is as drugged as you are is just rude. As for observations, you're handsomer when you smile, but about the only personally <em>true</em> thing in that entire recitation I just heard was the way your smile faded when you spoke of your former Battalion. Other than that it was all facts and figures. Most of which I could simply have gotten from looking at your personnel file."<br><br>Looking at the wounded man across from her, she considered giving him a sedative to help him rest while his IV was still running but since he didn't seem too out of sorts she decided against it. He wasn't trying to move around, wasn't risking his stitches or the IV, so, for now, she decided to leave him conscious.<br><br>"I asked about <em>you</em>. Tell me something true, something that matters," she said, a small smile quirking her lips as she reached up and pulled the tie holding her hair back in a tight braid free. She was done working for the moment so she let her smooth mane of chocolate locks fall down and fluffed them out, the braid having left her normally straight hair in a mass of slight waves. "For example, you know my name's Dr. Kara Gaiuss, and I'm clearly a Trauma Surgeon, but that doesn't really tell you anything. Facts on paper. It doesn't tell you who I <em>am</em>, just what I do. Something true, would be my sharing that when I'm not in a med bay, I almost always have a sketch pad and box of pencils or charcoal nearby. I love to draw. It let's me create beauty even in the sterile, and sometimes hostile, environment aboard a dropship even though I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," she said, adding the last with a slight smirk because it was true. She enjoyed creating beautiful landscapes when she drew, but if anyone tried to actually make her live anywhere but on a ship...well they'd probably end up drugged while she disappeared on the first ship she came to!
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 07:36:10</strong>
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				He sighed slightly, then chuckled, ignoring the stabbing pain caused by the laugh pulling at the stitches. "Let me get this straight; you're asking someone who is clearly dosed to the eyeballs on Antitoxins, Antibacterials, and Antiseptics, as well as no small amount of painkillers, to talk about his personal life. If this is your way of asking me out on a Date, I'd hope to not be loopy from the meds, first."<br><br>He smirked, clearly teasing her. "Alright; but this doesn't leave the room, and you have to turn off the security cameras first. Including the audio feeds. After all, can't have anyone spying on me being all human and such, instead of the 'Big Scary commander-guy that eats Pillagers for Breakfast'."<br><br>Leaning towards her slightly, he spoke in a low tone, making sure the security camera's audio feed couldn't pick anything up. "I take photographs of each planet I visit. Sort of a personal travelouge; some are pictures in orbit, some are on the ground, and some are in the middle of battle because once in a while there's something impressive about watching a bunch of Confederation military buildings being lit on fire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 10:13:52</strong>
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				Walter watched the others mill out of the debrief, sad and angry, possibly a bit sulky. Perhaps frustrated was the more proper description for it. It all felt a little awkward to say the truth. He was too busy yelling to notice that he was hurting a lot of feelings, especially after all that had happened. The only one still seated was Janos, who had just given Graff a little nod and then slumped down a little in his chair. Out of all of them he looked the most out of place. Everyone here looked like honest mercs, because if there was such a thing they didn't wear uniforms. Janos however still had on his loose fitting green robe-like uniform with silver lining and Capellan marks on them. He fixed the young man with his eyes and asked bluntly.<br><br>"Are you worth what we just went through, Mr Wu? Two and a half dead and I don't know how much 'Mech damage?"<br><br>Janos remained stone-faced but inside him there was a bit of a storm brewing. Of course he thought he was worth it, it was his life or theirs. Not to mention that he knew he was worth it on a scale of engineering genius. That was just who he was, a bit of an arrogant and selfish man, but ultimately he knew that he was a good man. It was just that the Capellan Confederation didn't raise good men and women, they raised ruthless and arrogant ones. But he also knew that saying that would possibly end up terribly wrong. The CC looked like he would be able to rip him in half if he caught him and sadly there weren't many places to run in a Union. However his mother hadn't raised a liar either. In the end he settled for a more diplomatic approach.<br><br>"I will make sure I was worth it, Commander."<br><br>Seemingly content with that answer, Walter stood and walked away himself. Once out of sight Janos stood up as well and made a silent victorious gesture. He started to make his way down to the Mechbay where he knew it would be. He had seen it earlier when he stumbled in with his Cataphract, but he had been dragged away to medbay for a preliminary, then shown to his room where he could change out of his gear into something more comfortable and once that was done he was brought to debrief. But now he would finally be able to look at it up close. As he entered the Mechbay and saw the buzz of activity he tried to adopt a solemn air, but the bright flame that burned in his soul at the moment showed through. He got a little intimidated once he noticed that the Hatchetman was parked next to his prize and that its owner was sitting upon its foot. He was so close. Would it be inconsiderate to ignore her? Well of course it would be, she wasn't a low cut. Actually she was quite the prize herself. But when there was an actual Clan Elemental standing just some twenty feet away from her, she paled in comparison. He decided that striking up conversation while he was inspecting the awe-inspiring tech would be the diplomatic approach.<br><br>"Hatchet and an Axe in the same company? I'm suprised the city wasn't razed to the ground." Walking up to the Elemental he reached out and put his hand on its shoulder plate. A bright smile spread on his face, he was just unable to be solemn during a moment like this. "I'm, sorry, I'm just a little... what's your name again?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 12:40:11</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br><em>Hatchet and an Axe in the same company? I'm surprised the city wasn't razed to the ground.....I'm, sorry, I'm just a little... what's your name again?"</em><br><br>Ranna had seen the green robed man slowly making his way through the hangar bay.&nbsp; It was not lost on her that they had parked his 'pracht' in the bay next to Harlequin.&nbsp; She watched him out of the corner of her eye until he was close enough.&nbsp; She slowly turned her head to him as he spoke.&nbsp; "I'm Ranna.&nbsp; Nice to meet you."&nbsp; She looked the man over for a minute.&nbsp; She could tell he wasn't a mechwarrior by usual Capellan standards.&nbsp; He was a noble or a high class citizen, but no grunt mechwarrior.&nbsp; "Actually, by my recollection the part of the city I was in practically was.&nbsp; What with a full lance of Atlas's and whatever else your guys tossed at us."&nbsp; A bit of a snarky grin twisted the left side of her face as she thought about her kills.&nbsp; "It's never a good idea to let someone like me loose in such a densely packed city like that, especially with mobile attack vehicles.&nbsp; Does it bother you that we might have destroyed half the city getting you out?"&nbsp; <br><br>The tone in her voice attempted to portray pure curiosity.&nbsp; She had seen a number of atrocities in the past where the defenders or attackers used the civilian populations as shields or showed little regard for mech engagements in urban environments.&nbsp; She wanted to know for real if the man they had extracted was truly different from most Capellan's or if he was a chip off the ole block.&nbsp; She smiled up at him, her hands absently playing with a piece of metal hanging from her neck, a piece of the metal from the mech of the commander who razed her city so many years ago.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 13:59:50</strong>
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				Janos Wu, with Ranna Krannok in the MechBay<br><hr>Janos was walking around the Elemental armor, both of his hands feeling up the finely polished metal that made up its surprisingly thick armor plates. He looked up occasionally at Ranna with a genuinely happy crooked grin on his face. He listened intently at what she said, but his eyes and hands took up all that the battle armor was. As she asked him about his feelings about the destruction of the city. He stopped however, his brow furrowing a bit. He bit into his lower lip and considered his answer carefully. Once again he didn't want to come of as unsympathetic. But then again, perhaps a little honesty between company companions could serve him right.<br><br>"Honestly, Ranna? I couldn't care less. It was them or me. I wasn't particularly interested in being used as slave labor, my talents being milked by the CapGov for free, without compensation." He studied the hard points where the Elemental's weapon systems were attached. Interesting, they seemed to be easily demountable. "If I may say so myself, I am probably one of the most gifted engineering minds in the Capellan Confederation, maybe even in the Inner Sphere. I am certain that my designs will be wide-spread and lauded in the future. But I want that success to be mine, not theirs. It hurts me to betray my beloved Capellan nation, but when the chips are down, I always prioritize myself and my needs. Which is why I am here."<br><br>It all came out in a bit of a blurt. He had intended to just say <em>it was them or me</em>, but having been distracted by the interesting characteristics of the... omnipoint of the armor, he just emptied his mind upon Ranna. Perhaps she would think of him as odd for it, but then again he was drooling more over this armor than he was over her.<br><br>"How about you? Does it bother you that you have probably killed so many innocent bystanders tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 14:52:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn&nbsp; <strong>:Name</strong><br>mechbay <strong>:Location</strong><br>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br>Miyoko lifts her welders mask and looks in satisfaction at another armor plate secured, feeling really tired now though she puts her tools down and looks around. Spotting Ranna her face lights up and she is about to call out when the green clad man approaches her and strikes up a conversation. The smile fades and she gives a little sigh and scampers across the scaffolding to pick up Rose and Theodore before vanishing into the cockpit of her mech. She puts Theodore and Rose next to each other on the console so they can snuggle with each other as she tilts her command chair and curls up with a blanket around herself.<br><br>"goodnight sweeties, dont keep mommy up all night with your cuddling." she giggles at the stares she gets before closing her eyes and falling asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 15:40:36</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br><em>Honestly, Ranna? I couldn't care less. It was them or me. I wasn't particularly interested in being used as slave labor, my talents being milked by the CapGov for free, without compensation.&nbsp; If I may say so myself, I am probably one of the most gifted engineering minds in the Capellan Confederation, maybe even in the Inner Sphere. I am certain that my designs will be wide-spread and lauded in the future. But I want that success to be mine, not theirs. It hurts me to betray my beloved Capellan nation, but when the chips are down, I always prioritize myself and my needs. Which is why I am here.</em><br><br>Ranna watched him circle the Elemental power armor as they spoke.&nbsp; She sat quietly on Harlequin's foot, listening to him talk while his attention was obviously intent upon the new engineering marvels the Clan's brought to the Inner Sphere.&nbsp; Ranna wasn't surprised to her the arrogance and assessment of Janos' self worth, he was Capellan, the majority of them were arrogant self involved meglomaniacs.&nbsp; What did surprise her is that he cared more for his name and his accomplishments in the area of engineering rather than the accomplishment of the House or State.&nbsp; <br><br>Her opinion of the man slowly began to change as she listened.&nbsp; <em>How about you? Does it bother you that you have probably killed so many innocent bystanders tonight?</em>&nbsp; The question caught her off guard a little but nothing showed in her face or body.&nbsp; If there was one thing she'd learned was never let a potential opponent know what can startle or shock her.&nbsp; Instead she shifted her focus to MIyoko, who she hadn't seen hanging from the gantry repairing an armor plate slowly climb up her Phoenix Hawk and disappear into her cockpit.&nbsp; She contemplated his question for a moment as she also thought about what was eating Miyoko so much that she was becoming a recluse.&nbsp; "If it had been a Davion or god forbid even a Kurita city, I would have done my best to avoid the populated areas unless they brought the fight first.&nbsp; Which is what the Davids did when they ambushed us.&nbsp; Capellan's have no regard for their people and the people who may have died today would have eagerly run out into the street and shot missiles at me given the chance."&nbsp; She looked down at the piece of metal she was toying with as it hung from a chain around her neck.&nbsp; Her tone a bit more sullen as she answered&nbsp; "Any population that acts in that way is by my definition a combatant.&nbsp; It's when a population is used as a shield and they don't want to be, that's when it matters."<br><br>Pausing for a quiet moment, she looks back up at the engineer.&nbsp; "Anything in that head of yours or on that monstrosity of yours that can help a humble Hatchetman destroy it's prey faster?"&nbsp; The sullen look on her face was gone, replaced with a keen predatory look of a woman who knew exactly how to do her job and knew she was the best at it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 16:13:21</strong>
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				Janos listened even as he stood back and took in the whole of the Elemental. His head was spinning with what sort of marvels could be found beneath the armored plates. He had heard so much of the advanced tech that the Clans used in their invasion. A whole lot of rumors and hearsay, mind you, but their success on a whole was speaking volumes. Not to mention all the exotic weapons that had been reported. He could barely wait for an opportunity to disassemble this mini-mech and learn something new from it.<br><br>"It's not so much a disregard of our people. It is the zeal of our people. Ever since the other Houses descended upon the Capellan Confederation with the intent of picking it apart we have been fighting with one arm broken and the other without a sword. We are not as strong as we were, but every Capellan would sacrifice themselves to protect those that they love, to serve the whole rather than the individual."<br><br>He spoke as if he hadn't just said <em>fuck the whole, I'm an individual</em>. But that was the duality of his person. No Capellan could ever be wholly free of the indoctrination of the state and House. As she asked him about improving her Hatchetman he looked up at it for a moment before motioning with his arm up towards it.<br><br>"Its reach is too short. An LB10X and a trio of med-pulses are all good in a city like today, but out in the open it has neither the armor or range to do a difference. Had you been part of an elite unit narrowed for the use in urban combat it would be perfect, but in a merc-unit you must rely too much on things like that to survive." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder at the harrowed Awesome. "And we all see how that works out. As soon as the enemy see your loadout they will just keep the distance and pick apart the real threats before kicking your ass from afar."<br><br>He took a lap around her 'Mech and returned with his usual crooked smile while scratching the ugly scar across his nose.<br><br>"I'd say rip out the jets, upgrade the engine and exchange the med-pulses for regular ones. Alternatively if you want better range without sacrificing firepower, consider putting an ordinary AC/10 in there. Who knows, with the jets out and some of that weight saved on the pulses you might be able to fit a Gauss or 20 in there."<br><br>He looked over at his own Cataphract which looked like a disaster zone of 'Mech-design. He turned back to Ranna, smiling awkwardly.<br><br>"Then again my Varyag might not inspire you to take me that seriously. I promise, I'm a rather successful engineer when I have the resources..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 16:35:19</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br>In regards to his comment about the Capellan need to serve the whole, blindly and unconditionally, Ranna couldn't argue.&nbsp; Their system of indoctrination was complete before children were old enough to have sex and it continued on well into adult life.&nbsp; At least Kuritan's were less worried about indoctrination as they were about their honor.&nbsp; Of course honor means nothing when you will destroy whole populations of a city out of spite.&nbsp; Ranna realized where the conversation was turning her mind, and she didn't like it.&nbsp; <br><br>Tuning back into Janos' breakdown of Harlequin's loadout she couldn't help but snicker.&nbsp; "Now see my friend," Her eyes up turned towards Harlequin with a look of admiration.&nbsp; "That's where we distinguish the difference between the engineer and the mechwarrior.&nbsp; I was trained by the best of Wolf's Dragoons to use whatever I have to my advantage."&nbsp; Standing she looked over at Erich's Awesome.&nbsp; "While I have&nbsp; neither the armor nor the firepower to take down an Awesome or&nbsp; an assault mech, Harlequin and I have been on every sort of battle field you can imagine.&nbsp; Range is a weakness for most mechs.&nbsp; Most mechs aren't designed for close in brawling.&nbsp; What happens when a mech who focuses on the bigger threat with the long range weapons doesn't notice the fast street brawler on its flank with the shiny armor slicing Hatchet?"&nbsp; She walked up to the Asian man, joining him as they stared up at his frankenmech.&nbsp; "Don't worry, we'll teach you the way of the warrior outside of the theories and mathematics."&nbsp; Her friendly smile twisted a bit to the side realizing they had a lot of work ahead of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 16:57:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; DropShip "Bastion"<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Debriefing Room<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br>"I am sorry the communications were lacking, Megan. <em>I was under the impression that you had been called for to join the company and that you would be able to take orders at face value from the get-go.</em> From what you tell me you certainly performed admirably under the circumstances. That said I don't think you are the right person to blame Mr Perkins at the moment. I will have a discussion with him once he has recovered. After that we'll see if he accepts it."<br><br>Commenting that she could not seem to take orders at face value had stung a bit, since the ONLY orders they had received were to rendezvous at the coordinates given...and had come from Perkins not this Man.<br>She and Seth had not received any orders... she had.... Megan took a breath and let her Ki still...she had plenty of reasons to be on edge. But she was headed to Outreach and if nothing else that had value. She would hold her questions and listen...<br><br>As the meeting broke up and she stood and stretched , she wanted to look over the Union. each one she had been on was different&nbsp; inside and one never knew when knowing a ships layout would be handy. First though she would stop by the mech bay and check on her Raven. Run diagnostics, make sure her manuals were all secure and restock he cockpit. She had learned to let the tech handle ammo and armor unless they needed her help. She could tear apart electrical broads and trace wire bundles with ease but handling armor plates or myomer bundles...well she had once dropped an armor hammer almost on top of the lead techs head.<br><br>Walking out she adjusted the fatigues she wore and let the leather jacket hang loose over the tight tank top. Megan tended to wear no bra , they got in the way of a coolent vest. She climbed down the many floors , meeting several dropship crew along the way and introducing her self. Again that she was Cappelan put some on edge one even called her a 'Fucking gutter rat' as she walked away. She had gotten used to Her former nations reputation but it still stung at times as did how her people were often portrayed.<br><br>She walked out into the bay and stopped as she saw the Awesome, it still amazed her how a mech that badly shot up could have made it back. She had heard the term 'zombie mech' before but Had never fully understood what it meant. Digging out a small camera she walked around the Assault mech and took pictures. She stayed way back since she could see the techs were in full environ gear which meant the engine had taken a hit. It looked like almost the entire tech staff were on the assault. Considering the damage it had she could see why. She turned to where her raven stood, the lights over it dim, she figured she needed maybe a bit over half a ton armor repair but wanted to be sure the tech here fitted it correctly. The raven was a very puprose build mech and even small changes could effect performance.<br><br>Her eyes narrowed as she saw a red head and the other capellian by a weird looking very small mech or suit of personal armor. The hatchet of the mech that towered above it gleamed as if ready to drop and cleave&nbsp; the small suit in half.&nbsp; She wanted to introduce her self to everyone so she walked over catching the last of their conversation.<br><br>She gave her best smile as she spoke, "A hatchman is a very good mech in the right hands, most do not like the idea of using a hatchet or club though. Hello I am Megan Chang and mine is the Raven over there"<br><br>As she speaks she falls into a parade rest stance, her hands behind her back..seemingly unaware of how that made the green tank under the jacket, cling to her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 19:36:55</strong>
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				<strong>Janos Wu, with Ranna Krannok and Megan Chang in the MechBay</strong><br><hr>Janos struggled to show a smile. He was the first to admit that he was no MechWarrior, and sure her words sounded true enough. He just saw one flaw in her plan. One should always assume there was always someone like him among the enemy, one who shot the easy to kill targets while the others focused on the big ones. He very much appreciated Lanchester's Square Law in that regard, even in the modern age when any given fighting vehicle could carry more guns than necessary.<br><br>"Well, as long as I learn about the warriors inside I guess... that is where I am lacking. But..."<br><br>A thought got to him, but the train was derailed as Megan stepped up to them. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander a bit, but he was quick to forget it. He gritted his teeth a bit and slapped his forehead. Now it was gone. He gave a defeated sigh and turned a smile to her.<br><br>"Janos Ilyanovich Wu, at your service." He stomped his heel in the floor with a loud bang and bowed slightly with his arms folded. "Engineer of Betelgeuse."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 21:20:48</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br><br>Ranna smiled, she could see his mind working to fight through the theories and the mathematics and try to accept that there was more to being a mechwarrior than simply having more power or more range.&nbsp; Ranna knew there were times that she shouldn't have walked off the field or should have taken more damage than she did, but that was the difference between veteran and novice mechwarriors.&nbsp; She knew it was a gamble every time she walked out onto the field and she knew the odds usually weren't in her favor.&nbsp; But somehow she'd found a way to come home every time.&nbsp; On that she wondered if maybe she should get out of this racket and get a job as a gambler.<br><br><em>A hatchman is a very good mech in the right hands, most do not like the idea of using a hatchet or club though. Hello I am Megan Chang and mine is the Raven over there</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The new girls introduction broke Ranna from her internal thoughts.&nbsp; She hadn't really been in much of a mood since returning to the ship to check out the new meat, but she found her eyes lingered longer than they should have.&nbsp; Her soft slender Asian features drew Ranna in, it didn't help that she wasn't wearing a bra under her fatigues.&nbsp; Ranna was very aware that there was someone else in the unit that was a brazen about flaunting their assets as she was.<br><br>After a long moment, Ranna finally regained her focus.&nbsp; "Ranna Krannok.&nbsp; Nice to meet you.&nbsp; She reached out, offering an open hand to Megan.&nbsp; "That's because most people don't understand how to use a weapon like that in Mech combat.&nbsp; It's not as basic to understand as a PPC or an LRM.&nbsp; It's an elegant weapon when handled properly."&nbsp; Ranna gave Megan a smile, the edges twisted up in a bit of a grin, her eyes half open, as if trying to peer deep inside Megan's spirit.&nbsp; ".....and trust me.&nbsp; I know how to handle it!"&nbsp; <br><br>Without missing a beat Ranna turns from Megan and looks up at the girls Raven.&nbsp; "Everyone has a part to play on the stage.&nbsp; Even something as innocuous as a Raven can be a deadly weapon on the battle field given the right pilot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 02:42:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Med Bay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich<br><br><hr><br>Kara smirked slightly when he asked her to turn off the security feeds. To turn the off she would have had to turn them on in the first place and she hadn't. She had definite thoughts on doctor/patient confidentiality and they didn't include leaving recordings of her conversations with them lying around where anyone could find them. He wouldn't have any way of knowing that however and she finally made it clear, "No need to turn them off. I never turned them on to begin with. Anything said to me in my med bay, stays in my med bay. As for your being drugged, it's the best way to get a patient to open up!" she added with a low chuckle before he started talking about taking picture of the worlds he visited.<br><br>She ignored his comment about her asking him on a date.<br><br>As he spoke of the pictures he took, a slow smile curved her lips, lighting her face with warmth and making her seem less the cold doctor and more a real person, "Now <em>that</em> is something true," she said, her voice low and warm. "I promise, no one will know there's a human side to their CO."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 20:30:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; DropShip "Bastion"<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Mech Bay 1, Ranna, Janos<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br>Megan's grip on the other woman's hand felt like any other warriors, the same caluses, the same corded muslces. As Ranna looked into her green eyes she saw a deep strength, mixed with sadness hidden by the bright eyed nerd. Megan's lips curved in an answering smile, one she clearly didn't realize how sexy it was. "And I am Megan Chang and it's good to know that you know how to handle it"<br>"I hope you won't have a problem with me being formly of the CCAF, I kinda get that most don't like my former nation"<br><br>Pointing up at her Raven, "see the way the cockpit slopes, That allows the ecm to align better. With NARC's An extra dimension can be added since you can link LRMs to fire on a NARC beacon even if unable to see the mech, As long as you have LRMs with the proper sensors"<br><br><em>*The raven has 7 kill markers under the cockpit, one of them shaped like a Raven. a dozen or more slashes could mean assists in kills. The Mech has fresh armor damage but even with that it looks new, the paint still has that sheen, it has almost no dings or dents and only a handful of scratches**</em><br><br>Megan shrugs off the leather jacket as she turns to the mini mech. Her full breasts straining the tank top and her nipples making soft points. "what is this anyway? I have never heard or read of anything like it"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 20:58:55</strong>
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				<strong>Janos Wu, with Ranna Krannok and Megan Chang in the MechBay</strong><br><hr>The engineer beams with enthusiasm again as he turns back to the battle armor and fixed his hands at his hips, his back straightening as if he had built it himself.<br><br>"This is one of the Clans Elementals! I have read about them in some reports and I am certainly intrigued by its supposed capabilities. As far as I can tell it is very much a miniature BattleMech as much as it isn't. While I discern that it should have myomers and an endoskeletal structure, albeit on a small scale, It is not a mechanical structure as much as it is an armored suit with excellent defensive attributes and sensor outputs. Of further note is that all weapons are detachable and interchangable, even the arm-mounted small laser and the back-slung SRM-units. JumpJets in the back should give it a jump-capability of 50-100 meters approximately. However, these are all speculations. As far as I can tell their technology goes beyond LosTech."<br><br>All the while Janos walked around the suit and pointed out the little bits and pieces, even stroking it gently at places. It was as if the two ladies weren't even present until he finally turned back to them.<br><br>"I have heard that they even ride on top of larger 'Mechs in to battle and that small teams of them have been accounted for bringing down Assault Mechs. Actually I found it highly unlikely, but now that I have had a quick look at it..." He looked back at the Elemental with the eyes of someone who had just encountered love at first sight. "...it is rather highly likely that it would be able to, if it had the element of surprise, pardon the pun. That claw looks like it could easily rip out an armor plate and fire off some lasers into the hole. Not to mention what a few well aimed SRMs could do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 05:13:17</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br><em> "And I am Megan Chang and it's good to know that you know how to handle it"<br>"I hope you won't have a problem with me being formly of the CCAF, I kinda get that most don't like my former nation"</em><br><br>"I wouldn't worry about that..... Her eyes enjoying the cool green of Megan's eyes and the glistening curves of Megan's smiling lips.&nbsp; "You chose to fire on your own people to extract the company from a hot zone, that earns you some leeway, all you have to do now is prove your loyalty is to the company, not your nation and you'll be fine."<br><br>Ranna listened to Janos talk about the Clan battle armor as if he was reciting some passage he read in a history book regarding a long lost piece of military history.&nbsp; He didn't realize this piece of tech had almost killed Walt and the only reason they had it was because the warrior had surrendered.<br><br>"We've seen them in action.&nbsp; They swarm their targets from ambush locations.&nbsp; Same as any anti-mech infantry would do, except these buggers are damn near impossible to kill.&nbsp; A swipe of my axe and a solid smash of my foot killed too, but they are resistant to a lot of heavy weapons.&nbsp; They understand the value of getting close to their prey."&nbsp; The look in Ranna's eyes was part respect for their fighting style part determination to find a swift desicive way to kill them quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 05:16:21</strong>
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				Erich, up in the medbay, was having a wonderful conundrum; either he could relax and rest, under the care of the new doctor, or he could use the ship's comm system to order someone to bring his datapad and personal comlink to the medical bay so he could look at the official debrief, the damage reports, and, most importantly, feel like he was doing ~something~, even if it was simply to drive the new doctor utterly insane trying to keep him resting as the antitoxins flushed through his bloodstream. Eventually, his exhaustion, aches, pains, and the discomfort of the stitches, intravenous medications, and such overruled his tendencies to be a workaholic, letting the big warrior relax in the medical bed.<br><br>Smiling slightly, he looked over at Kara. "So, Doc; why don't you tell me, in your own words, why you fell into this lot of misfits, misanthropes, and madmen, while I pretend to listen because of exhaustion?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 08:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Seth stayed quiet during most of the briefing. He'd done his best with the situation that he'd been presented and didn't really know anyone in the company well enough to understand the sharpness of the commotion. 'Mechwarriors died. Every day. Every Fight. Every Mission. It was an unfortunate reality, but one which he was accustomed to in this life. After seeing the mission debriefing he was incredibly impressed that they hadn't lost more of their team before the extraction (no doubt due to some crazy-ass incredible piloting like he saw when the Hatchetman jumped 2 Trenchbuckets right in front of him, before he could even think to fire off his LBX a second time.) <br><br>It was stuff like that that intrigued him about this unit, but being a professional soldier, it was stuff like the post-mission reaction that was making him wave off a little. He was used to it from Megan (hell, she went off right in the middle of it, worse than some of the people who had actually lost lancemates) but that was usually just the one, passionate, vocal person. This whole unit seemed full of passionate, individual people, and that made Seth just a little uncomfortable. Besides that though, at least they had each-other's back - a trait that was usually sorely lacking in a merc unit... or at least the merc units he'd been in.<br><br>He waits and files out of the briefing room last of the mech jocks, walking up to Walter on his way out. "That was some work you did in the tank, sir." He said in quiet admiration, before shaking his hand and leaving himself. <br><br>Once out in the barren hallway he looks around, considers checking on his 'mech in the hangar, but then decides against it. Seababy was fine after the fight. She hadn't even taken any damage, and he would reload her before the next engagement. Besides, she'd started to get pretty clingy lately, so maybe some space would do their relationship some good. With that decision in mind he ambles off towards the officer's lounge, hoping to scare himself up some sort of drink that would burn his throat and belly before helping him pass out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 12:14:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Med Bay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich<br><br><hr><br><em>"So, Doc; why don't you tell me, in your own words, why you fell into this lot of misfits, misanthropes, and madmen, while I pretend to listen because of exhaustion?"</em><br><br>Taking a good look at Erich's face, Kara let a satisfied smirk just barely lift the edges of lips. She'd wondered if he'd be the sort she'd have to force to keep still, or if the meds would be enough to make him relax. She was glad to see that she wouldn't have to get him a sedative to keep him still. The last thing he really needed was another drug floating through his system, he had enough going on just then as it was.<br><br>Keeping her voice pitched low and in the soothing tones you'd use for wounded animals or small children, she spoke, but was quiet enough that he could hear her if he chose to listen, or her voice could just be a pleasant humming to help him drift off to sleep, "I suppose the long and short of it is that, according to my Mother, I have my own touch of madness. I'm a Trauma Surgeon, I get a rush unequaled by anything else I've ever experienced, when I take what's shattered and broken, and put it back together again. I find work in the city hospitals rather dull. It's the same thing over and over and over again. Merc units on the other hand...You Mech Warriors do find the most new and innovative ways of breaking yourselves. Keeps a girl sharp and on her toes and if you talk to Megan or Seth, they can tell you I have a good reputation for keeping my patients alive and well to fight another day."<br><br>She let her voice trail off and simply watched her patient for a moment, looking to see if he'd fallen asleep. Either way she drew a blanket up over him and dimmed the lights in the med bay so that he <em>could</em> sleep. With all the drugs in his system it would be the best thing for him just then but she wouldn't leave him til she was sure he was entirely in sleeps warm embrace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 16:57:16</strong>
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				"Well, doc. It may come as a surprise, but this was a comparatively minor wound." He chuckled, then, finally, relaxed entirely, drifting off into the peace of slumber, the combination of his injuries, the IVs, earlier blood loss, and the simple fact that he was worn out from tolerating the pain during the slow retreat back to the dropship. Part of him hoped that the IVs would be removed before he woke up, but reality quietly reminded him that it would be unlikely, at best.<br><br>Either way, the big man slept soundlessly for hours, visibly recuperating. until, late in the Dropship's 'night' cycle, he woke silently, having slept for the better part of fourteen hours straight. Cracking an eye open, he wasn't surprised to see someone else in the medical bay. Slowly sitting up, he stretched slightly, wincing at the pain in his side. "Well, this is a surprise; you look like something a Wolf ate and shat off a cliff, Perkins."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 17:13:22</strong>
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				"Funny, you look like someone who had the same thing happen but in reverse."<br><br>Perkins sat in a chair by Erich's bed, reading a book without title or jacket. For a good reason too, these writings were considered very holy in the center of the Inner Sphere. He closed it and pointed to a brew in a cup by his bed. It wasn't coffee, which apparently was too strong for a stomach recovering, instead it was tea from Ceylon, one of the few places on Earth that still retained much of its agriculture. He had managed to slip in something for the poor MechWarrior's soul in the shape of soe brandy though.<br><br>"Drink. I suspect we have some talking to do once Walter comes here, and you will need to sound less like a gravel-muncher than you are now..."<br><br>He was valiantly keeping up his facade of the cold professional, but it was clear from the dark rings underneath his eyes that something was troubling him. He sipped from a cup similar to Erich's, but made up mostly of brandy rather than the brew.<br><br>"The crew is working hard on restoring the integrity of your fusion core as we speak. Have been all night under the supervision of a very enthusiastic Capellan you helped extract..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 18:14:03</strong>
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				Erich accepted the mug of tea with a nod of appreciation; while he wasn't much of a drinker of spirits, or teas, he did appreciate some of the finer things in life on occasion. "Eh; I always sound like gravel came out of a losing fight with me, but thanks for the drink."<br><br>Taking a long, slow sip, he stifled a cough, the muscle reflex pulling hard against the stitches in his side. "Speaking of that extraction, I have one thing to say between you and I about that." His dark gaze swiveled to Perkins entirely, much like the heavy turret on an Ontos tank before unleashing a Barrage. "You should have told me about the reinforcements, Perkins; I nearly took the head off of that Raven, because I wasn't given the intel that you had hired a Raven Pilot, and an Orion to cover the retreat back to our extraction point."<br><br>Taking another sip, he shrugged slightly. "As for the mission itself, some of the crew might blame you for the intel we got not lining up with what we walked into; I won't, because you normally have to go by gut instinct; the fact that you managed to squeeze any intelligence out of a Capellan world is a feat in itself, anyhow. Besides, depending on where or who you got the intel from, it's not your fault that the intel source didn't know that the entire City was seeded with ECM generators, nor that CapCom proved some brainpower hasn't been purged by that bagful of redeye scorpions they call a ruler."<br><br>He paused, then smirked, allowing himself the physical discomfort of a dry chuckle. "That's why I took Assault to the Research base; Between pickets, guards on the walls, seismic sensors, and so on, there was no possible way for the Recon Lance to sneak in and extract with the Agromech designed to look like a Cataphract that an Atlas sat on. Sure, I pulled the 'designated idiot' ploy once again, getting all their attention on me as much as I could to make their forces freak out so we defeated them in detail, because they rushed us piecemeal, even if they carved up the Armour a lot."<br><br>He took another long, slow sip of the supplied drink, thinking for a moment. "Alroy's Crab managed to avoid the worst of it, but I think the armour batch you got for it was bad; when he faceplanted after getting shot in the back by one of the Atlas we retreated from, almost all of the armour on the front facings had been scraped off; I don't think he took more than a few seconds of weapon fire in the total engagement, but he was stripped down to internal structure almost as much as the Brick. I haven't been able to review the battleROMs yet, so I don't know how Lily did in her Axman, but, from the explosions I saw when she was gallivanting about, I think it's safe to say she knows how to use that Axman pretty well; Graff also did well; Followed orders to the spirit of, instead of the letter; and made sure our extraction squeezing didn't get rocked. Much. Plus, he knows how to wrangle that Marauder like it's his girlfriend."<br><br>He shrugged again, moving his left hand to poke at the dressing and bandage on his right side. "Only real unpleasantness was the sheer number of enemy forces; Intel led us to believe that we'd only be facing a Company of Enemy 'mechs, mostly Cataphracts, and a lance of mixed heavies with an Atlas in support. We went up against a full Battalion, with armour support, and a lance of Atlas-K variants, with a Pillager. No idea where the Hell they managed to dig that fucker out, either. The fact that we only lost Hiro and Yamina and most everyone but Myself and Alroy extracted with armour damage, at worst, Says a lot about the crew's individual skills, as well as our ability to give out more punishment than we recieved."<br><br>He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand for a moment. "Strategically, the mission was a Success; the target was extracted, the Research base was nearly-completely destroyed, the Lostech museum was raided sucessfully, and the city's primary power station was disabled for at least a month; possibly longer. Tactically, it was a mess; from what I could hear on Recon's channel through the ECM, they were blindsided by that Pillager, and the two 'mechs that were wrecked by that 100-tonner should feel ashamed and embarassed to be ambushed by an assault 'mech, when their walking speed is nearly twice the Pillager's running pace. As for the final result? That techie better be worth it. The Lostech probably is, so it'd be a good idea on getting him to sort through it all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 18:22:12</strong>
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				Night passed for Graff pretty much like most have before his first OP with the unit, alone but this time though there was some contemplation in him as he drifted off to sleep staring at the ceiling.&nbsp; Apparently the last person to have his room had an affection for carving as they had etched what appears to be a cartoon cat above his bunk, unfortunately his hours of contemplation and staring at the ceiling cat does him no good.&nbsp; Graff comes to no huge revelation about death, it seems that life is more random than one would think.&nbsp; No matter how good of a pilot you are there's nothing stopping you from that AC slug or scarlet laser beam from removing your head or torching off your ammo pile.&nbsp; It's all completely random...<br><br>Still when morning comes it does afford him some peace, all he can do is try and make his shots find their mark before they enemy does the same to him and while he's at it cover his fellow lance and company mates.&nbsp; Hopefully out of all that his actions (or inactions) won't be the cause of any more deaths in the company.&nbsp; <br><br>Making his way into the shower Graff fiddles with the knobs to make the water's temperature palatable to his skin before disrobing and stepping in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 18:56:15</strong>
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				Perkins sat quiet through Erich's report, only occasionally sipping from his cup and fingering the cigars in his breast pocket. It was a medbay after all. As the heavy-set Lyran concluded he could only sigh and smile.<br><br>"Yeah, I screwed that up. I was so caught up with the whole comm-barrier that my mind went blank. I only heard once you came back what kind of state you all were in. Unfortunate, but such is the nature of war. One little mistake can lead a whole company to ruins. As far as I know Walter is highly critical of your choices, but I can't say I blame you. As far as I can tell from the ROMs it might have been an ambush, for which I'll have to revise my contacts. Someone might have sold us out after all. As for the Pillager, it seemed to be working very strangely. It managed to drop on two of our fastest scouts without them noticing, yet it chose to confront you directly even though it had the chance to get behind you. A very strange MechWarrior from what I have heard from the transmissions he sent you as well."<br><br>He emptied the cup and put it down on the table by Erich's bed.<br><br>"I think it's about time we had ourselves a well paying but easier job. I was contacted by Precentor Procyon on behalf of the First Circuit of ComStar. They wanted to offer us a contract to oversee the security of an HPG-station in Lyran space that is undergoing extensive repairs after a terrorist attack. We'll have plenty of backing from ComStar personel and the local Lyran militia to make it sort of a vacation, a chance for us to simmer down and become more than just a gathering of people. A unit, even."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 23:32:18</strong>
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				Erich finished his mugful of tea, setting the empty container aside. "I'm fairly certain that the pilot of the Pillager was about as mentally stable as a Tharkad avalanche is gentle and fluffy; Considering he missed with three of his four Gauss Slugs at nearly point-blank range, but managed to hit me in the head with his first punch, I'd wager that he was so far gone, mentally, as to want to only fight against 'Worthy' foes. And, while I don't often stroke that ego of mine, because it's plenty big enough according to most everyone else, I think turning a half-dozen or so Cataphracts into slag, and amputating limbs from another half-dozen counted as 'worthy' for him."<br><br>Slowly spreading his large, scarred hands to test the reach of his fingers, he looked down for a moment. "As for the possibility of it being an Ambush, I don't know yet. I'd have to review the BattleROMs of the Recon lance 'Mechs as well, but, from what I could gather through the Capellan Jamming, they were jumped by a picket of a dozen dune buggies that some asshat had slapped several tons of weapons onto, but didn't have any 'Mech-related contact until that Pillager and his pals clipped Yamina and Hiro. I do know that the Research base, while it was on high alert, was not expecting some three hundred-odd tons of 'Mech to simply walk through their Research buildings and tear the hell out of the place."<br><br>He paused as Perkins explained his suggestion for a Garrison Contract in Lyran space. "Playing guard for an HPG station, eh? I'll be honest, Perkins, I never much fell in with the beliefs of comstar, but I haven't mocked anyone for believing either. I'm not too sure the rest of the company would jump at the chance, but we do need the time to Rest and Refit; all of our 'mechs have been hammered to some degree or another, we need to sift through that massive collection of Lostech we jacked from the Museum, and it's about time the Aerojocks got to play in the sand with the rest of us. Thought I heard rumbling a few months back that you were considering upgrading from Lucifers to Chippewas or Slayers for the twins anyhow."<br><br>He nodded slightly. "Alright; so, assuming the usual stopover on Outreach to report the loss of Two pilots with no report of their being dead or not, following the unit 'tradition' of keeping the Company commander's last name, as the first name of the unit, which means we'll be going from that unpronounceable name Walt has us saddled with to something a little higher on the Alphabetical list..." He paused and smirked at that, letting Perkins know he was only mostly joking about wanting to rename the unit 'Stone's Hussars'.<br><br>"We'll probably want some recruits to fill the gaps as well, which we can make Walt do while we're on Outreach. So, which planet is the one we're going to have some Garrison duties, instead of 'Kick in the door and shoot everything' Duties? Because, if it's mostly temperate, I'll have to remind you kids that I'm still one of the better cooks when we're not being shot at."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 19:59:01</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; DropShip "Bastion"<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong>&nbsp; Mech Bay 1, Ranna, Janos<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Megan spent a few minutes looking over what they called 'Clan Elemental Battearmor', listening to Janos go on and on. He reminded her of several geeks she went to school with. <br>She was tired it had been a long day so she took her leave from Ranna and Janos and went to find her bunk. Making sure her only duffel was secure she was able to take a shower ...in and out before anyone else came by since even this Union had commom showers areas.<br><br>She slept well for a change...the humming throb of the Drop Ship a nice lullaby. The next morning she went for coffee and breakfast and to find out who was actually in command so she could file her after battle brief. Asking several crew, a couple muttering about some nonsense about CCAF. She finally made her way up to Sick Bay.<br><br>Knocking on the open door as 2 men chatted. One laying back on a table with the back raised the other setting with both sipping tea.<br><br>"umm excuse me sirs...I was told the unit commander was here"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 04:37:18</strong>
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				Erich raised an eyebrow at the petite Capellan that entered the medbay, sitting up entirely instead of reclinging on the medical bed like he was supposed to. Raising his left hand slightly, he beckoned her into the small medical bay. "We're both commanders of our own parts of the company; I'm Erich. You probably saw what was left of my 'Mech in the 'bay when you slipped inside; I'm the overall commander of the ground forces, as well as overall tactical commander."<br><br>He paused, jerking a thumb towards Perkins. "Perky here is in command of Aerospace and intelligence-gathering. If you know how to fly something, he's probably taught half of the instructors in the inner Sphere."<br><br>Leaning forwards slightly, he shielded his eyes from a particularly bright lamp in the medbay for a moment, his dark eyes surveying the young-looking mechwarrior's stance. "Let me guess; readiness report, After-battle report, and a list of opinion and grievance caused by what happened on-planet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 05:35:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Med Bay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich, Megan, Perkins, Walters<br><br><hr><br><em>"Let me guess; readiness report, After-battle report, and a list of opinion and grievance caused by what happened on-planet?"</em><br><br>Entering the med bay, Kara caught just the last line, but it wasn't the visitors, per-se, that put a scowl on her face. Her patient's position on the other hand, had her glaring daggers at him, and thus everyone else as well. She was never happy when patients did something stupid, especially when they didn't think they'd get caught doing them.<br><br>"All of which can be given anywhere <em>other</em> than my med bay," she said sharply. "Megan, you know I get cranky when my patient's don't behave. Do me a favor and reinforce in your Commander, the fact that his Doctor will dope him until he doesn't remember his own name if he can't behave," she added and while her voice sounded sweet, it was <em>too</em> sweet and her eyes were anything but.<br><br>Turning her full attention to Erich, she touched his shoulder and pushed. While it wasn't hard, it was clearly an order for him to lay back down, "If you ruin my handy work and make me redo some of those stitches, you won't be awake again until you're healed. So, talk all you like, but lay down while you're doing it."<br><br>Glancing at Perkins and Walters - whose introductions she'd missed - she didn't spare them from her steely-eyed glare, "It's all well and good for patients to have visitors, but if he can't behave while talking to you, you'll be booted out of here until/unless you come in wounded yourselves. Everyone clear on the expectations?" she asked in a voice that made it clear that if the answer was <em>No</em> she had no problem kicking them all out.<br><br>Waiting until it seemed as if she'd been understood she simply nodded and turned to check Erich's wound. For all of her tough talk and dark looks, her touch was gentle and thorough. Hanging a fresh bag of fluid she injected it with a final round of antibiotics, antitoxins, and painkillers (though not enough of the latter to make Erich feel anything but slightly relaxed) before moving away from the conversation and settling into a desk on the opposite side of the room and starting to go through the notes the assistants would have left her overnight while she was sleeping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3049 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 17:07:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>Rousing from his night in the officer's club with a slight headache always made Seth irritable, but it was nothing that some ibu-imbibe, caf and a bottle of water couldn't solve. He smelled himself briefly as he sips on the caf and cringes at the smell, not from any alcohol smell since his drink of preference didn't leave that particular aftereffect, but just from sweat and from going to bed without showering beforehand. He strips his sheets and clothes off next before taking a quick shower, just enough to cut through the after-battle so that he could go to the gym without repelling everyone else there. He then suits up in standard-issue gym shorts, synth-sole athletic shoes and a black, form-fitting tank before wandering casually to the gym, hoping to run for a bit before potentially picking up a Wall-Ball or Basketball game against his shipmates. The "fight" yesterday didn't do much to quell his competitive needs, so he hoped a few gym games would help in that department. <br><br><strong>End Location:</strong> Gym 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 18:17:36</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Miyoko shuffles through the corridors with loud yawns and she runs her hand threw her newly cut hair (ie she just grabbed what she could and hacked it off with a knife) wearing only a pair of jogging pants and a loose tanktop she enters the gym to try and take her mind of things. She blinks a few times seeing the stranger, oh right he was at the debrief wasn't he. he wasn't the raven pilot or the doc so that makes him the Orion pilot that she shot at.<br><br>"Eh.. hi.. im.. Miyoko.. and eh.. well.. sorry I kinda took a potshot at you out in the field. Hope no damage was done. and.. eh.. well.. no hard feelings?" she shoves her hands into her pockets and rocks back and fourth not sure what kind of reception she will get and is ready to leave if he wishes some privacy. "eh.. want to be alone? I can leave.. in fact.. I probably should.. you dont want to be seen talking to me.. Im kinda.. the.. pariah around here. eh.. welcome aboard? did i say that?" she is rambling and finally shuts her mouth with an audible clack of the teeth.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 07:49:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gym&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br></span></span><hr><br>He was in the middle of stretching and warming up for a run when he notices the cute little Kuritan shuffle in, obviously having just woken up, but also with one of the strangest haircuts he's ever seen on a person. Maybe that was a normal haircut for a Kuritan? He had no way of knowing since he'd never worked with a child of the dragon before. <br><br>He stands and makes eye contact as she introduces herself, his eyebrows raising interestedly when she reveals she'd been the one to take a pot-shot at him in the field. "No hard feelings whatsoever." He says with a friendly shrug. "Seababy's armor couldv'e taken most of it, even if I hadn't been saved at the last minute by one of your friends' AMS. Nice job getting the drop on me though, that doesn't happen often... I didn't even get the chance to ID you to see if you were a friendly or enemy before you'd taken off too... Solid tactic." He says, a friendly smile and a touch of genuine admiration on his face. This pilot was obviously well-aware of how to match her smaller mech up against a larger, more armed mech like his Seababy. <br><br>His grin gets even wider, if possible as she continues. "If it's all the same I work out better with company, if you don't mind taking a run with me. It keeps me from getting bored here, and I'm... kind of competitive that way." He says with a slight shrug. "Thanks for the welcome though. It's nice meeting someone new here so I have someone to talk to besides Megan and the Doc. My name's Seth, Seth Lengheardt... Or Blackjack, whichever you prefer." He says, offering his hand out for a friendly handshake.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 20:29:51</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">She extends her hand with some reluctance and shakes his with a nod. "Well.. sure.. I need a workout too.. Gets to cramped in here, claustrophobic even.. so its good to work out." She stretches a little herself and cracks her neck with a loud snap. her eyes peeking at him from under the eyelashes and takes a good look at him. Quite handsome she guesses, and she is glad he isn't mad about the little potshot she took at him.<br><br>"Well, I did have the advantage of being in the city and the Hawk is a sniper, I would be a bad one if I let your bigger mech see me first. Then.. I guess I am.. not very good of a pilot so.. ah well.. nevermind.. where was I oh yes.. left leg." She lifts the left leg up and stretches out the thigh muscles with a little grunt, sleeping in the mech was safe but oh was it ever murder on the body. "Seth eh? Callsign is puma, so.. you will probably hear people scream that in anger more then once in the coming days during training." She kneels down to secure the shoes and then walks over to the small running track and smiles at him, nervousness quite obvious in her bodylanguage and he could easily tell she has more then one knife tucked away under her clothing when she was stretching out.<br><br>"So.. competitive eh? How many laps and what do the winner get?"</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 22:18:35</strong>
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				Graff finished his shower and pulled on his rather plain blue jumpsuit, grabbed a cup of coffee and headed for the Mech bay to see if Janos was around unaware of the long hours that were put in last night by the entire technician crew to bring Erich's Awesome back up to the general shape of an Awesome.&nbsp; The entire place was deserted as he walks in and begins to look around for someone who might be hanging around.&nbsp; When he doesn't see anyone Graff just kind of shrugs down the rest of his coffee and goes to start unbolting some of armor plates.&nbsp; Having done this numerous times before Graff quickly wheels cranes and lifts into position to help support the heavy metal layers that generally protect his mech from harm.<br><br>He got tore up fairly bad in the mission like everyone but his job of escorting Janos kept him from taking the pounding that Alloy and Erich took.&nbsp; Still deep pits in his armor threaten to expose the old girls frame to even greater damage.&nbsp; This job will likely take one person most of the day, but as he's expecting Janos to want to peak below the armor Graff really just focuses on removing the armor instead of hanging new sheets.<br><br>Thinking back to the fire that sparked the last time he had to repair his armor and his recent autocannon jam it's a miracle he was able to make it back to the dropship without the magazines touching off.&nbsp; In the back of his mine Graff hopes that some of the salvage captured was a Large Pulse Laser with his name on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 11:45:21</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br>Ranna sighed as she bolted the last piece of the antenna onto the back of Harlequin's shoulder.&nbsp; It had taken her two years to finally replace the Guardian ECM Suite on Harlequin, but after her last mission it seemed a prudent choice.&nbsp; Wiping the sweat and grease away from her brow with her forearm she took a second to look around the deserted Mech bay.&nbsp; She always enjoyed the silence of the early morning hours.&nbsp; She had never been much of a day person, and the solitude and serenity of being alone with Harlequin in the middle of the night was soothing considering her state of mind the day they were extracted from Betelguese.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking down at her work she smiled.&nbsp; She'd done most of the custom work on Harlequin over the years, never really trusting anything but basic maintenance and repairs to ships technicians.&nbsp; She thought back to the years of combat her and Harlequin had been through and how she had been able to walk off the field every time regardless of how busted up he was.&nbsp; Taking a moment to remember some of the more colorful battles of the past, Ranna noticed Graff settling in on his Marauder, taking the time to do the same stuff she was doing.&nbsp; Apparently he couldn't sleep either.&nbsp; "Hey Graff, Morning! Everything ok?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 13:51:32</strong>
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				"Oh, Hi Ranna.&nbsp; Didn't think anyone else was in here."&nbsp; Graff responded, "I'm doing well, but my mech has seen better days.&nbsp; Have you seen that new guy Janos?&nbsp; He had offered to help me with an electrical problem I seem to have."&nbsp; He'd mentioned it yesterday to Janos just after the debrief was done but has not really let on to how serious it is or could have been.&nbsp; Anyone who watched the battleroms from his mech though could see the potential impact it could have, the light end is being out a weapon during a fight.<br><br>Graff starts at the legs, stripping off all of the damaged plates but once again not putting any more on.&nbsp; If Ranna (or anyone really) comes over to look they will see a endoskeleton that's quite old and battered, it might easily be as old as Aloy's King Crab, a stark contrast to some of the new and practically gleaming mechs that line the mech bay.&nbsp; Metal that should be a dull gray or silver is mostly black with lube and grime, mymoer is uneven in some parts, and a couple of wires just stop half way down the leg topped off with a plastic cap or even electrical tape.&nbsp; For the most part it's still in the same condition Graff bought it in, and not from his neglect or shoddy care/maintenance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 23:13:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gym&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br></span></span><hr><br><br>&nbsp;<br>He can't help but chuckle a bit at her reluctance to shake his hand. She was very interesting to him, being so friendly and yet so cagey all at the same time, it made more curious than he normally was about someone, and very glad that she seemed so willing to chat with him. "Puma? Solid callsign. I'll stick with Miyoko though if that ok." He says, thinking to himself that Miyoko is a much prettier name, but not wanting to say that part aloud and antagonize the warrior. "1 Lap warmup, then let's do a good 6, really get our blood pumping... And as for the winner..." He says, considering his options. He'd spotted the knives, and in true, cocky, competitive fashion didn't take them as a threat, only as a disadvantage to her in the coming run. He was tempted to revert to his nature and suggest something like a kiss for the winner, but decides to take it easy, since he does want the opportunity to get to know her better. "How about we just keep it simple: Winner gets to choose what we do next." He says with a shrug, as he starts to walk his warmup lap of the track, having finished his stretches. <br><br>He finishes his lap easily and then lines up at the start. "On your count." He says, letting her queue the start of the actual race.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 10:42:34</strong>
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				Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)<br><hr><br>Ranna quickly climbed down the upper torso of Harlequin, letting small wrenches in armor and crevices in the body provide handholds.&nbsp; Dropping quickly to the floor, catching herself square on her feet like a cat, she stood with a smile, pushing her hair back out of her face.&nbsp; She had finally changed out of the body suit she wore in combat and into a pair of fatigues and a grey tank top that fought to keep her contained and covered in a patch work of sweat and grease.&nbsp; "I saw Janos yesterday after the debrief.&nbsp; He and the new girl were here talking to me about Harlequin and that twice damned Clan baby mech."&nbsp; Ranna shot a scolding glance over her shoulder to the miniature mech standing a few meters from Harlequin's foot.&nbsp; "They seemed really fascinated by it.&nbsp; Honestly..."&nbsp; She ran her hand around one side of her face, pulling her sweat matted red locks to one side of her head.&nbsp; ..."I think it's good to have it so we can learn how to kill it, but I don't like having it here."&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping closer to Double G, a look of entertainment and surprise filled Ranna's face.&nbsp; "Jesus Graff, You ever consider updating Double G once in a while??"&nbsp; She stepped up to the hole in the stripped armor plate,&nbsp; holding onto the leg structure she inspected the innards of Graff's Marauder.&nbsp; "Seriously, If we've got ourselves some time before our next mission you should consider an overhaul.&nbsp; Or electrical issues on your gun are going to be the least of your issues."&nbsp; Pulling an elastic band from her pocket, Ranna folds her hair into it, tying it tight against her head as she slides into the space inside the leg.&nbsp; "You've got power leads that go nowhere, you've got rust and metal attrope on the myomers."&nbsp; She finally stepped out of the leg crawl space, sitting down on Double G's foot at just the right height to make Graff have to stare down the v-neck of her tank top.&nbsp; "If you'd like some help, I'm happy to do what I can.&nbsp; The techs on Bastion.."&nbsp; She said with a look and a wave of a hand to the greater cargo bay, before leaning forward to stretch her back and expose her cleavage even more to Graff.&nbsp; ....are ok, but a mechwarrior should not only know why his mech works and why, but how."&nbsp; Leaning back on Double G's foot, resting on her arms, letting the full length of her body spread out before him.&nbsp; "There are reasons I can do what I do with Harlequin.&nbsp; Over the time we've been together I've probably repaired or replaced every system from his electronics down to his bones.&nbsp; I know what he can do because I've put blood, sweat and tears into keeping him better than when he walked off the production line."&nbsp; She smiled, her eyes for a moment looked through Graff at Harlequin the look of remembering good and bad times with a friend.&nbsp; <br><br>Her thoughts finally came back to Graff.&nbsp; She looked him up and down for a moment before continuing.&nbsp; "If you want some help, let me know.&nbsp; I'm happy to assist, especially seeing as how your likely going to save my ass some day!"&nbsp; She said as her smile turned more into a knowing mischievous grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 14:07:51</strong>
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				Graff could do little but stare as Ranna jumped and jiggled her way off her mech, her cloths doing an admiral job of holding things in but work over time to keep her sleek, sexy form stable.&nbsp; Most of them have been together for several months now but the sight of these women on board is more than distracting.&nbsp; Fortunately, for Graff, in combat they are covered up by 35-65 tons of metal.&nbsp; "Yeah, I'm guessing they had a long night."&nbsp; He points over to the Awesome, "With the way Erich brought that in here I figured it'd be at least a week to put back together, but from here the engine looks...well more stable than it has any right to be.&nbsp; And personally I don't ever want to see those things again."&nbsp; Graff mentions pointing at the Battle Armor, although with the reports flooding in that seems unlikely.&nbsp; The money has been flowing in for merc groups ever since the Inner Sphere was invaded by the Clans.<br><br>Graff's face reddened a bit as Ranna begins to look at his Marauder, "I know, I know...it..."&nbsp; Graff catches a good long look at Ranna's cleavage she's practically thrusting into his face, his mouth gapes open in mid-sentence as he is once again caught like a deer in the headlights of a car.&nbsp; Between some of the ladies around her it's almost been a game, 'Distract Graff' with points being awarded for how long you can knock him off track.&nbsp; There are even rumblings of a score board buried somewhere on the ship.&nbsp; He snaps out of it a bit to continue "It's always been about money you know.&nbsp; It needs a ton of wor..."&nbsp; He looses himself again briefly as she stretches out along the foot of his mech, the crotch of his jumpsuit can be seen tightening.&nbsp; "work but practically all of my money goes into paying this guy off.&nbsp; I have none of it to spare, I can get armor and some replacement parts to do repairs but an overhaul...that comes out of my own pocket."&nbsp; <br><br>Graff chuckles when she mentions getting her Hatchetman to keeping it better than when it rolled off the line, "Well that's easy when it came off the line in the last 30 years or so, but according to the date on the endoskeletal etchings and MIN number this guy rolled off in the 2700's.&nbsp; The fact that I can keep it running at all is a miracle."&nbsp; It's not really a boast and if the claims are to be believed (they are true, and can be verified) the fact that he only has Autocannon problems are pretty good.&nbsp; "I'd appreciate all the help I can get.&nbsp; That new guy Janos is suppose to be an engineering wiz so I'm hoping he can help out as well."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 17:57:56</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Alright, that sounds good I guess." She finishes her warmup and gets ready, noting his glances and feels a little shiver of disgust run along her spine but she shrugs it off. Men will be men she guesses, even checking out the ugly chicks apparently. Though she feels a bit sorry for him if he is so lonely he is resorting to look at her instead of any of the lovely girls piloting the other mechs. "ok on three... one.. two.. three." her voice as always deadpan and on three she takes off as fast as she can, of course her much shorter legs giving her a distinct disadvantage not to mention the constant cramps from sleeping in the cockpit every night.<br><br>"cheater." she huffs as he easily takes off ahead of her and by lap three it is clear she has no chance of winning yet she leans forward a little bit more and pushes herself as hard as she can. Not really caring about winning but realizing she really is out of shape and needs to better herself. Especially with her current plans for herself and her old trusty mech, and with a loud gasp she finally manages to cross the finish line well behind him and just collapses on the floor wheezing.<br><br>"Ok.. I am... out of.. shape... should teach me to slack off during these boring space travels."</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 00:46:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gym&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>He closes his eyes at her deadpan count-off, and then bolts the instant she says "three." He doesn't take it lightly on her, and quickly springs out to the lead thanks to his near daily regimen of workouts. He opens his eyes and smiles, his troublesome thoughts quieted by effort he was expending during the run. She may not know this about him yet, but in day-to-day social situations he was probably just as much of a pariah as she was, only he chose to take it out this way, instead of letting it simmer and stew inside of him. At about lap three he tapers it down a bit without being obvious, being competitive but not cruel, and then as they cross the finish line he drops to his knees himself. <br><br>"For being out of shape, you did well..." He says, in between huffs as he tries to catch his breath. After a moment, when he's finally breathing normally he glances at her curiously. "What do you normally do during these long downtimes between missions then? Mech simulators? video games? Porn?" He asks with a light tone of voice.<br><br>He then looks around for their next activity, deciding after only a moment. "Lets do the rowing machines next. They'll be a solid full-body workout without having to spend all day down here." He says, motioning with his head towards the machines before waiting for her to join him in walking over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 01:06:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; DropShip "Bastion"; Sick Bay<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong> 'Doc', Erich, 'Perky?!'<br><br></span></span><hr><br>"We're both commanders of our own parts of the company; I'm Erich. You probably saw what was left of my 'Mech in the 'bay when you slipped inside; I'm the overall commander of the ground forces, as well as overall tactical commander. Perky here is in command of Aerospace and intelligence-gathering. If you know how to fly something, he's probably taught half of the instructors in the inner Sphere. Let me guess; readiness report, After-battle report, and a list of opinion and grievance caused by what happened on-planet?"<br><br>Megan stood at parade rest, wearing green fatigue pants, a very clingy green tank top under a leather jacket, with lanced up boots. She still held to her training in the military even after a year as a Merc. That training was what had held her together in that ambush of a hell hole and held her up after she had found what they had done to her back in her native Cappellain Confederation. It is what she used as her shield to hide that wide eyed techy girl and how she felt often. Her eyes looked over both men the one half reclined on the bed looked like a grizzled warrior and she knew he had piloted that Awesome. She nodded to Erich as he spoke but when he introduced Perkins she just barely arched an eyebrow [almost as if in annoyance] to show she had heard his name.<br><br>"So, Commander Oststein, I was told that was your full name sir. If you are ground commander and <em>'Mr. Perkins'</em> is S2 and aero command may I ask who is over all unit commander...?"<br><br>Just as she finished she was gently pushed aside by the 'Doc', who gave everyone her best no-nonsense glare, "All of which can be given anywhere <em>other</em> than my med bay, Megan, you know I get cranky when my patient's don't behave. Do me a favor and reinforce in your Commander, the fact that his Doctor will dope him until he doesn't remember his own name if he can't behave,". Megan could tell that Kara was a tad bit annoyed at Erich and the rest, when her voice got all sweet like that in her sick bay. Well it was best to be someplace else.<br><br>"I would listen to the 'Doc', sir. She doped a warrior for a 6 days only letting him awake for food and to relieve himself in a pan, all because he ripped stitches she had done, by getting up before she said he could. I will be happy to give my report later as well as discuss my contract and anything else." The Last part was delivered with only a subtle change in her voice showing disapproval exactly how a sergenet might when talking to a superior officer.<br><br>She nodded to Kara to be sure it was okay for her to stay and waited to be dismissed or spoken with.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 01:55:47</strong>
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				Erich's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice turning into the hard tone of command, instead of the almost fatherly, quiet tone he had earlier, when Megan had introduced herself. "As far as you are concerned, Miss Chang, the only being higher than me when it comes to comments, discussions, complaints, greivances, opinions, reports, or general griping, is God riding Buhdda as a pogo stick. Walter, Perkins and Myself act as Joint Commanders; which means all three of us share equal responsibility as overall commanders. Now, if you would be so kind as to drop the 'with due respect' opinionese, and talk to me as a person and not your CO, we can sit down and talk quietly here, as I doubt the good doctor will try to sedate someone for the crime of sitting upright and talking with his new charges, one at a time."<br><br>Pointing at an unused seat, the big man's body language brooked no arguement from anyone around him; he was going to 'behave' for the Doctor, but he was going to do it on his terms, and at least make himself do something useful in regards to the day-to-day shenanigans involved with riding herd on a Company of mechwarriors. "Now, I'm not going to be getting up for a day or so, but I can still let you talk my ear off about what you think went right, what you think went wrong, and how much yelling I have to do to get the company working together as a team by squeezing you and your new buddy into the command structure. What I will not brook is any attempt to negotiate contracts until we arrive at Outreach, where we can sit down, and hack out the actual details over a table, instead of me being stuck in bed, wrapped in bandages, and feeling like something that was shat off a cliff because of coolant poisoning. Clear?"<br><br>He waited for Megan to respond, either by leaving, or moving to sit down, even as he smirked and winked at the doctor, clearly following her 'rules' while bending them enough to actually do more than just take up space.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 02:14:34</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">When he mentions porn she turns a deep red and looks away, "well I wouldnt know about that last part, Im sure the other guys are enjoying the lovely ladies as much as they enjoy the men. For obvious reasons it isn't something I am involved in, I tend to spend my time with my Hawk fixing it or playing go. Don't know if you know of it, it is a game a bit like chess I guess. Quite common in the Combine as a sport and just general past time." She gets up and walks over to the rowing machines, fatigue still making her legs wobbly. She runs her hands through the unsighly hair of hers and sits down with a little sigh.<br><br>"urgh I am reaaally out of shape. And as you no doubt have noticed, at the moment there is some.. tension... in the company. So you kinda signed on at a bad time." She chuckles and grips the handles and nods at him to show she is ready, she has no illusions she can win this one either after having seen his arms. They are about as thick as her legs and being a male he has naturally more muscle mass anyway. "Allright, on your countdown I guess.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 02:24:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; DropShip "Bastion"; Sick Bay<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong> 'Doc', Erich, 'Perky?!'<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Megan's green eyes for just a moment delightfully widened at the command voice, then she nodded and found the chair. She sat down in an at ease posture her feet together on the deck and her back barely against the chair's back. "Well, Sir...err sirs, I have a copy of my after action report on disc and wanted to be available to answer any questions you may have. As for my comments, discussions, complaints, grievances, opinions, reports, or general griping, sir ..." &nbsp;She for a moment lowered her eyes collecting her thoughts, but her face was not the type to show what she was thinking. Her mind told her that she should say little just deal until they reached Outreach and see what was fully offered. Her gut though was telling her this commander would have more respect if she said what was on her mind then if she just walked away.<br><br>She looked back up into the older warriors eyes, "There is a few things sir I would like to mention. I was displeased to find out the information we had about our contact was sparse and did not include that it would be a hot LZ. I gathered that you were also not informed about our arrival. We did not have any IFF data until I hacked comms and worked out who was whom. From what I saw sir most of your warriors are skilled in combat but not in field discipline. Is that lack of information standard practice sir? Your tech teams seem quite skilled they already are well along on your engine shielding. My Raven took minor armor damage approximately half a ton. When they are ready to repair it. I have full tech manuals for specs on the armor pieces sir. I umm would like to mention also there have been a few comments directed my way by some of the dropship crew and tech staff...the worst was 'gutter Rat' sir. I have heard that kind of comments before, it goes with being from the CCAF. Oh, Commander in the future i would perfer that the commander not play the zombie kill me position. It interferes with your ability to control your unit and mine in giving you up-to date sensors and comms. My raven has been slightly modified, I lost the tag and a Heatsink on Warlock and never repalced them...I do have full specs and tech data on the added armor I had placed on."<br><br>Megan felt uncomfortable she perfered a full blouse when meeting with the unit commander not the tight tanktop...she didnt want to appear to be distracing which made her fidget a bit and force her to zip up the jacket a bit more. She was not yet fully aware of how nice she looked even when setting at ease in a chair.<br>She finished what she had to say and her greens eyes looked from one man to the other. Yet she didnt seem to be intimidated by the command allure that many warriors often had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 02:55:05</strong>
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				He nodded slightly, letting Megan offer up her opinion about what she was expecting versus reality. Only once she was finished did he speak. "Trust me, the LZ was not hot; Everywhere but the LZ was hot, as you were not being shot at while boarding the Dropship. There was a communication breakdown, and that aspect is being rectified; part of the issue was that the hostile forces seeded a large part of the local area with ECM, which prevented Long-range Communications, which was not expected. Can't plan for every eventuality, can we? After all, if everything had gone perfectly, you'd have spent all day yesterday twiddling your thumbs next to a Dropship and I wouldn't have had two of my Recon lance ambushed by a Pillager, of all things."<br><br>Shifting slightly, mostly for comfort's sake, he leaned closer to Megan for a moment. "Field discipline is always going to be an issue here, with that, my Years as a Hauptmann agree with you; but, my Years as a Mercenary have learned to not give a flip about minor discipline issues so long as everyone pulls their weight. Now, this issue about people calling you 'gutter rat'... well, that has no place on this ship. I daresay that Perkins or Walt will be ~very~ happy to tear several large, juicy strips off of the person that decided to be a nationalistic shit; If I can work with former DCMS without calling them Snakes, unless they want to be called that, I expect everyone else to be able to do the same without me glaring holes through them."<br><br>He paused, taking a sip from a cup of tepid water that had been left on the table next to the medical bed. "As for the actual ability of the technical crew, and the damage done to my 'mech, well, you can see just how well it works out; I keep them in practice for the 'fun' repairs, such as Gyroscope Housings, Engine Shielding, PPC capacitors, Sensor networks, Life-Support systems, Heat sinks and so on by getting my 'mech savaged in battle, they get to see me walk back aboard with Ninety-percent structural loss, but, this is the important part; I walk back aboard. No other 'mech in the company can take as much abuse as my Awesome can, though your friend's Orion comes damn close; And, as you saw, once all was said and done, the worst anyone else took from weapons fire was damaged armour, and, on occasion, a blown actuator caused by a fall or lucky shot. I'd daresay that when you got a good look at my 'mech after that battle was the first time you saw what a real 'Zombie' Looks like."<br><br>Taking another sip, he nodded. "You have valid concerns, Miss Chang; this past operation did not go as well as planned, in part due to unforseen circumstances. However, the next contract will, hopefully, be something a bit less... hectic than facing down a full Battalion of Cataphracts with Assault support, so each and every one of us will be able to learn how to work together. For now, I'll be assigning you to Recon lance; Maho, the pilot of the Sling you saw in the 'mechbay is the Recon commander; feel free to seek her out and appraise her of your 'mech's abilities; Once we're done on Outreach, we'll be reshuffling the lance structures, So you might get wedged into Command Lance to take advantage of all your ElInt capabilities."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 03:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gym&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>He follows her to the rowin machines, considering her brush-off of his porn comment. It made him quite sure that this one was not his standard woman-companion material, that was for sure, but still, there was something about her that intrigued him, even with the threat of another sexless night in his future. <br><br>"15 minutes, straight rowing. Whoever has fewer strokes at the end gets to buy the first rund of drinks while you teach me how to play Go, how's that?" He says with a grin, hoping she'd appreciate his willingness to try something new since she'd been indulging him so far this morning so graciously. "And tension doesn't bother me. Mechwarriors are a firey bunch, so it troubles me more when I step into a unit if everything's 'peachy.'" He shrugs, taking his own place at his machine. <br><br>"For you, I recommend trying to row with your legs more than your arms, or else they'll fall off well short of 15 minutes." He says with a wink. "3;2;1- mark!" He says, before throwing himself into his first row with everything he had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 03:47:33</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"its a deal." she nods, quite pleased that he expresses some interest in learning her game. That puts him in her good book with a small silver star, well that and he so far has been nothing but polite and charming. He really seems like a nice guy and she actually hopes she didn't come off as too aggressive with her explanations. Then again as he said, mechwarriors are a fiery bunch and if he can't handle that he has no right to be in that fine Orion of his. She peeks over at him as he throws himself into the rowing with all he has, and a quick little stray thought flashes across her mind watching his muscles flex like that and she pushes it away ruthlessly.<br><br>She does her best to keep up, her body soon covered in a layer of perspiration making her top cling to her body as it darkens from the sweat making her perky little breasts actually be noticeable. The fatigue quickly building up inside of her forcing her to focus her entire will on just keeping up with him. When it becomes quite clear she has no chance what so ever to win she starts grinning and quickly reaches over and sets his machine to the maximum resistance. "oo.. shiiii" she laughs out as the little acrobatic maneuver makes her slip a bit in the saddles and very ungracefully she topples over and lands on her face on the floor laughing hysterically.<br><br>"ok ok ok ok... you win you win."</div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 04:06:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/remote_image_1331062081_zps0712a125.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Megan Chang<br>&nbsp; <strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven<br>&nbsp; <strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> &nbsp; &nbsp;Double Nickel</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; DropShip "Bastion"; Sick Bay<br>&nbsp; <strong>Lance/Team:</strong> 'Doc', Erich, 'Perky?!'<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Megan stands and nods. "yes sir recon lance...Miss Maho, is she an officer sir?... If I could suggest sir... Picking up LRMs and SRMs equiped with the proper sensors to make use of my narc would be useful ...as well as laying in 4-5 tons of the NARC beacons ...there is only 6 shots per ton sir so they go fast...I am not sure if you have worked with a Narc equipped mech before sir but the narc allows excellent indirect and concentrated Missle fire on any target that has one attached"<br>She turned to leave then stopped and noded to Perkins, "Mr. Perkins sir...I understand your team was handling comms and intell...also you handle aerospace. I have been reading up on astrophysics and sensors used and I may have a suggestion on how to mask a Dropship with full ECM on the ground and partial ECM while inbound"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 06:03:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gym&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>He's in his competitive zone, rowing away when he sees her slender arm enter his field of view. His eyes widen as they hit the "highest resistance" setting button on the control panel, and then grunts and strains as his next rep feels like he's trying to squat-lift an Atlas. He does one more of these before he hears her squeal and thump on the floor, when he lets go so that he can look over at her. <br><br>"You ok?" He asks, concerned, before realizing that she's laughing. "Nevermind..." He can't help but start laughing with her then. <br><br>"Don't worry, you'll definitely win at Go." He says, climbing out of his own machine. "Even if you did just kind of fail at cheating..." He then offers a hand to her to help her up, his eyes only briefly drifting over her newly-visible breast buds before he forces them upward to keep eye contact. Some behaviors were harder to resist than others. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 11:05:10</strong>
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				<hr><strong>MedBay, Walter and Perkins with <em>Erich</em>, <em>Kara </em>and <em>Megan</em></strong><br><hr><br>Walter woke up with a splitting headache and warnings about ammunition explosions and overheats glaring in the corners of his eyes. Neurofeedback was a bitch in the mornings before he had gotten his first cup of... well, anything. He walked over to the sink and washed his face before getting into his clothes. He settled for just pants and a tank before wandering of to the MedBay, his feet bare as he usually liked it in the mornings. The grid floors wasn't much of a nuisance, he rather enjoyed the sort-of foot massage that he got out of it. As he arrived he stopped in the doorway, seeing Megan's back by Erich's bed. Perkins gave him an amused look and Walter answered in kind with a no while he listened to Megan and Erich having their discussion. He wasn't aware of any overt racism on board. He figured that someone might harbour such ill wills, but if so they had already wised up and shut their gobber about it. Perkins however seemed to recognize the problem.<br><br>"I think I know which of the personnel you are referring to. I have already given them several warnings, so if you hand me a report on the occasion I will make sure they get stuck on Outreach looking for new employment as soon as we arrive."<br><br>Walter smiled a little. He would have gone the route and clocked whichever bastard tried to play the racial cards, but Perkins was as diplomatic as ever. He would probably sign a full credential for the hapless men and recommend them to go look for work in the fledgling FedCom if that fitted their sensibilities better. Sadly the Capellans and Draconis were a species of their own in this regard. They looked very different, thought very different and had been assholes for most of their existence. Not that the individuals could be blamed for that, but they were branded by it anyway. Snakes and gutter rats, that was all they were worth in most eyes.<br><br>"As for our ECM-coverage, Miss Chang" Perkins followed up "I never saw a bird in the sky or a Mech around the grove. I suspect I've been doing covert ops since your parents were knee-high. As long as you don't drag any enemies back with you it is my pride that they will never find our LZ. I will however take your considerations, gladly. I might glean something new and get a new perspective of things. Thank you."<br><br>Walter cleared his throat and approached the bedside, giving Megan and the nearby Doctor a stern look.<br><br>"I'm afraid we need to have a bit of a staff meeting, ladies. The kind where I appreciate it if you are not around."<br><br><hr><strong>MechBay, Janos with <em>Graff</em> and <em>Ranna</em></strong><br><hr><br>"Well I'm glad you have put your fate in me, Double G. Much appreciated."<br><br>Janos had just about appeared out of nowhere, wearing a normal techie's jumpsuit for the occasion. He was already covered top to toe in dirt, oil and rust. In truth he had only slept some two hours that night and had come down here to further dream over the Elemental before going through the Salvage like Perkins had asked of him via messenger. Creepy, especially since he hadn't told anyone he was down here. He eyed Ranna for a moment together with the very nervous looking Graff, his scars blushing a bit as well, but he kept his composure and confident crooked smile and his eyes on a mostly respectable level.<br><br>"I already took a peek at your gun pod, it could use some good greasing and such, but otherwise the 'tronics were surprisingly well kept. I guess we'll have to to a more thorough checkup, perhaps even rip the whole thing out and replace it. But let's hope it doesn't come to that."<br><br>He nudged Graff and straightened up, whipping a lock of hair out of his eyes. He pointed back towards the salvage and his smile widened.<br><br>"Sadly most of that is just models of the actual things. You know, exposition stuff made to look like but not function. But there are some really good pieces there that I reckon you could be interested in. Might be time to exchange that ack-five you got for a better piece."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 12:54:02</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div><br>Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br><br><hr><br><em>"It's always been about money you know.&nbsp; It needs a ton of wor.....work but practically all of my money goes into paying this guy off.&nbsp; I have none of it to spare, I can get armor and some replacement parts to do repairs but an overhaul...that comes out of my own pocket.&nbsp; Well that's easy when it came off the line in the last 30 years or so, but according to the date on the endoskeletal etchings and MIN number this guy rolled off in the 2700's.&nbsp; The fact that I can keep it running at all is a miracle.&nbsp; I'd appreciate all the help I can get.&nbsp; That new guy Janos is suppose to be an engineering wiz so I'm hoping he can help out as well."</em><br><br>Ranna was getting kick out of the way Graff seemed to be responding to her.&nbsp; It was true that she was flirting with him, she liked the chase and sometimes even the catch.&nbsp; Graff seemed to focused on his skills and his lack of experience but his heart was that of a Mechwarrior and that was all that mattered to Ranna.&nbsp; She could work with the rest.&nbsp; It wasn't that she thought Graff was a bad pilot, just uncertain of his skill.<br><br>Ranna was surprised hear Janos step out from behind Double G.&nbsp; She hadn't heard him in the hangar bay while she was working, but then again she had the music in Harlequin's cockpit blaring.&nbsp; A battalion of recon mechs could have run through the hangar and she likely wouldn't have heard them.&nbsp; Ranna didn't move though, keeping her composure, she continued lying on Double G's foot for a moment before pulling her legs up to her chest and turning her torso to watch Janos.&nbsp; "So Graff, I'm curious, how someone like you ended up with such an antique Mech and why you would need to be paying off a loan for it?&nbsp; Aren't you ex-Fedcom.&nbsp; I'm sure you've earned a few kills, at least enough to salvage a mech for your own?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 14:40:24</strong>
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				Graff jumped, visibly, when Janos appeared behind him, "Oh...ok, really?&nbsp; Things look that good?"&nbsp; He responds to Janos' comments then looks back at the leg of his mech and it's electrical tapped wires, it baffled him that things looked that good.&nbsp; Of course for an ammo jam to register all you need is one piece to move at a different speed than the rest.&nbsp; He did like to hear about the salvage though, "That's great, hopefully some of it will be available to me."&nbsp; He looks towards the pile of equipment that is what Miyoko grabbed, then turned back to Janos, "Well then I guess I'll put these armor plates back on, unless you want to look deeper into my Marauder?"<br><br>Going back to Ranna, "Kind of, I was trained at an FC academy but never transitioned into a real unit.&nbsp; The action we saw in the Combine a few months back was the first real mission I had been on.&nbsp; So when I went to try my hand at the Merc life I needed a mech, so a loan for 3 mil later I have this Marauder."&nbsp; His eyes have a hard time staying on Ranna's, and when she pulls her legs up it tends to puff up her chest giving her even more cleavage to which Graff's eyes dart to then jerk back up like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.&nbsp; "Uh...*weak laugh*...actually with all of the things that have happened with the Clan invasion my FedCom position would have put me right in the path to see some action."&nbsp; Graff jokes, then picks up some tools and offers one to Ranna as he goes to either take off more plates for Janos or patch his remaining armor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 15:01:44</strong>
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				<hr><strong>MechBay, Janos and Perkins with <em>Graff</em> and <em>Ranna</em></strong><br><hr><br>Janos scratched the scar running over his nose and tried to keep his eyes of Ranna. He stuck his tongue in the gap where he was missing a tooth and frowned a bit. He was awfully aware of what his little accident had done to his formerly very good looks and seeing her lift and bend like that for Graff put him a bit on edge. In the end however he just shook it off and smiled at the MechWarriors.<br><br>"Actually, I'd like to have a look around your cockpit-systems as well. I suspect there might be a rotten port or flawed connection around there that prevents your controls from affecting the ack-five. And if you exchanged it for one of the large lasers that the ShadowHawk carried home the loading mechanism jamming won't be a problem either, should increase the reliability a bit once you get some extra sinks into it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 16:39:36</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div><br>Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br><br><hr><br><em>"Kind of, I was trained at an FC academy but never transitioned into a real unit.&nbsp; The action we saw in the Combine a few months back was the first real mission I had been on.&nbsp; So when I went to try my hand at the Merc life I needed a mech, so a loan for 3 mil later I have this Marauder.&nbsp; Uh......actually with all of the things that have happened with the Clan invasion my FedCom position would have put me right in the path to see some action."</em><br><br><br>Ranna was surprised to find out that Graff didn't really have a lot of combat experience.&nbsp; She had always assumed that someone who ran around in a marauder must have a pretty extensive background in combat.&nbsp; Silly as it was, everything started to fall into place.&nbsp; His reactions to the action at the air base, his limited action in the last mission.&nbsp; It seemed rather strange that Walt would have put him in charge of the Recon Lance at one point having no combat experience over mechwarriors who'd had tons more time in the seat.&nbsp; All in all it didn't matter, he was a part of the company and her survival depended on his ability to operate in the field.&nbsp; "Jesus Graff, I never would have pegged you for a rookie, especially not in that."&nbsp; She said motioning her head towards Double G.&nbsp; "....and three mil C bills, you'll be paying that off for the rest of your life."&nbsp; Looking up at Harlequin, she smiled at some deep internal thought.&nbsp; "Here's what I'd suggest.&nbsp; You need to make a deal with Walt and Perkins that the next mech you drop goes to you.&nbsp; A good Company commander knows the value of giving full salvage rights to warriors who can capture a mech intact.&nbsp; If you're up for it, I can help teach you how to run Double G so you're more lethal and more accurate.&nbsp; And I totally agree with Janos, you should upgrade to a LPL or something that will give you less problems and more survivability."&nbsp; Ranna looked up at Harlequin again with a soft shake of her head.&nbsp; He seemed to be staring down at her, a look of dismay and mischievous intent on his faceplate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 19:42:03</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">His laughter only makes her laugh even harder and she literally rolls on the floor with tears in her eyes, "what can I say.. I am too nice of a girl to cheat?" she grins and allows him to haul her to her feet. She tugs her top down rather self consciously as she notes his brief glance, "so you want to go shower first? Ill wait here." She gives him a timid little smile figuring he will take longer to shower and make himself look pretty then her who just doesn't care what she looks like. Also she doesn't want anyone to think he is interested in her and ruin his reputation for banging the ugly snake.<br><br>She sits down and slowly starts stretching out her aching muscles while waiting for him to head into the shower. For someone like Miyoko the cramped facilities and unisex showers are really painful and she constantly tries to find hours to use them when no one is around. Both because she is a bit of a recluse and the thought of showering with another is making her frantically panic, and.. she is also afraid what they will see when she is naked. No.. that must be kept hidden at all costs! She reaches along her back and the trusty dagger is still there and she smiles to herself feeling somewhat more secure now.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 20:45:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gym&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>His eyebrows raise teasingly as she mentions separate showering. Seth was well-used to barrack-style, unisex showering, and it intrigued him that she wasn't. Maybe another Draconis thing? Either way, he leaves it alone and just nods at the shower arrangement. <br><br>"Aw, I was hoping you'd let me wash your back... You're taking one too though, right? I mean, I'm gross and sweaty, I get that, but you're not much better yourself, sweetheart." He says, playfully swiping some sweat from just above the hem of her shirt on her neck and then holding it out to show her teasingly.<br><br>He then heads off to the shower, rubbing his hands through his crew-cut and over his face. "What are you doing, Seth? You have no idea how to do this with a woman. And talk about a hard first choice: Someone who will gut you with her knives if you screw up. Great learning choice there, bud." He mumbles to himself, slipping into the shower to lather up his lean, muscular body.<br><br>He returns not 10 minutes later, freshly scrubbed and smelling cleanly of standard military-ops soap with a touch of deoderant. He was not by any sense of the word a pretty boy, so spending extra credits on smelly soap was not something that was high on his priority list. <br><br>"Your turn. I'll go ahead of you to the lounge and get us a booth, you'll bring the game?" He asks, a friendly smile on his face as he stands before her in a form-fitting, Marik military-issue tank tucked into cargo pants and boots.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 21:50:27</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Miyoko actually pales when he mentions backwashing and she stutters out "oh.. no.. that.. eh.. no.. eh.. Ill shower later.. yes.. after you... uh hu.. you first." one hand actually sliding a bit towards the knife along her back as her eyes remind him very much of an animal caught in the headlights of an onrushing mech. And when he touches her bare skin she forces herself not to cry out in terror as she can tell his intent, instead she just forces a weak smile and is visibly relieved when he heads into the shower.<br><br>"Too close.. breathe.. breathe." she mumbles to herself as her heart pounds inside of her chest as if it is trying to claw its way out. She hugs herl legs close to her chest and focuses on the mental cleansing rituals she learned as a child to calm herself down and when he returns she is back to normal and nods.<br><br>"Will do, get some hot food too? I don't think I should be drinking too much on an empty belly." She gives him a little grin and heads into the shower, making sure to check the door several times before undressing and letting the warm water wash over her body. "hmm a&nbsp; nice shower.. how I love it." she mumbles to herself and leans her head back to let the water cascade down over her. She grabs her soap and quickly scrubs herself down while peering at the door now and then, once she is clean she jumps into a clean set of military issue clothing and heads towards the lounge while still toweling off her horrible looking hair.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 23:29:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Lounge&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>"Food, check." He says, waving to her as he walks off towards the lounge.&nbsp; He finds a booth easily, orders them both a beer and some appetizers. He panics briefly as the beer is delivered, wondering if she is actually a beer drinker, or if she'll turn her nose up at it. It's already delivered though, so he shrugs mentally, thinking that if she doesn't like it, he'll just drink it himself. <br><br>He sees her walk up to the lounge and waves at her, bringing her over to his table. <br><br>"This a big enough table, or do I need one of the large, circular ones?" He asks, completely unfamiliar with how large of a space she needs to set up the gameboard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 23:57:00</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Only at the last moment does she remember the Go set and she hurries back to her little bunk and digs out the game where it is carefully wrapped up in protective cloth, it isn't an old board by any means but it is one of the few possessions she still has from her former life in the Combine and as such she prizes it highly. Of course no where near how highly she holds her two bears but a gameboard isn't alive after all so the comparison isn't very fair. Putting the two baskets on top of the board she walks towards the lounge making sure not to trip and spill all the stones. "This is just fine." She lifts the wooden game up on the table and then sets the two wicker baskets with the black and white stones to the side so that the beer wont spill on them, "hmm looks good." she grins and picks up one of the little appetizers and noms on it in silence. Her eyes gaze at him thoughtfully and after taking a little sip of the beer she speaks again.<br><br>"May I ask, what made you become a mechwarrior in the first place? The thrill? The fame? The babes? And why on earth did you sign up with this sorry lot?" She grins a little over the beer not noticing she has a bit of foam on her upper lip. Setting the glass down she leans back to await his answer.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 01:14:45</strong>
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				Agreeing with both Ranna and Janos, "I'd love to put a LPL in instead of the autocannon, I hear the new models have one, but it will all depend on what salvage goes into the kitty."&nbsp; Shrugs and smirks a bit since he was just thinking that same thing, before making for the cockpit.&nbsp; "Give me a second Ranna, let me pop the hatch for Janos."&nbsp; He lifts himself up the bird like legs to that one of a kind torso and pops open the door.&nbsp; Slipping inside quickly he punches in the code to turn on the mech.&nbsp; Most of the technicians here have the code to get his Marauder to the low powered state but of course with out Graff's own voice print they aren't doing anything really.&nbsp; Graff wasn't sure if Janos had the code yet so he made sure things were booting up before slipping back out, "All set, let me know if you need anything else."&nbsp; With one hand on the hip joint he drops down and swings himself to land between the Marauder's feet...and promptly slips falling on his ass.&nbsp; It's completely what he deserves for trying to show off.<br><br>Trying to will the redness in his face away he stands up, brushing off his jumpsuit he looks back to Ranna as he goes to put a plate of armor on.&nbsp; "Yup, I've pretty much been in mock combats up until a few months ago, and even then I wasn't necessarily well liked at the Academy...Politics, you know?"&nbsp; Or to put it plainly he was a Federated Suns in a Commonwealth school, some hardliners didn't really like that so much.&nbsp; "I'm kind of hoping some bonus pay and salvage can help me pay down the loan faster."&nbsp; Graff moves a plate into position, "I'm not sure I want to go for a different mech right now though, at least not without some thought into what I feel comfortable piloting.&nbsp; I qualified on a Marauder so, I went out looking for one and was promptly swindled through the Port Barrow 'Preferred' dealer...but didn't know it at the time."&nbsp; Ok I'll say it...Graff's naive and easily swindled but would give the shirt off of his back to someone if they asked, and he was um, wearing a shirt.<br><br>"Hey Ranna, I'm kind of afraid to ask but how bad of a Lance commander was I?"&nbsp; Graff shoots one out from left field, at this point she's the only person left who can really answer that question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 01:14:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Lounge&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>His eyes widen as he sees the wooden board, but he then quickly springs into action to help her arrange the table and avoid slipping or bumping anything. After they situate everything he sits down opposite of her and sips on his beer, relieved that she seems to like what he got. He looks through the basket of white stones, absently picking one up and running it between his thumb and forefinger, before he can't help but be taken by surprise at her inquisitive question.<br><br>"Ah... Well, not to seem too boring or stereotypical, but I joined the Marik military looking to get away from the plan my dad had for my life... I just wanted to do something that was my own choice. That didn't stop him from buying me Seababy, but it sure stopped him from doing anything else in my life. The thrill, fame, and babes all came later, kinda just perks of the trade. As for joining up with you all..." He says, smiling. "That's just part of being a merc, you go where the money tells you to. Seems like an ok gig so far..." He trails off as he finally leans over and swipes the foam off her lip with his thumb, cupping her chin with his fingers before he brings his hand back and quickly licks the foam off himself. "What about you though? Thrill? Fame? I bet it was the babes." He says, chuckling at the last part, his eyes light and definitely showing interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 05:17:43</strong>
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				After the 'debriefing', Alroy had returned to his quarters, locked up, and drifted off into nothing for a little while, letting the rest of the drug work its way through his system while he worked out his irritation. He owed it to the Old Man, and the company, to do what he could rather than cutting loose and heading for a new berth - but that would require talking to Walter, and he didn't know if Walter was going to be interested in listening.<br><br>Instead, he headed to the mech bay, having given the techs time to clean off the worst of the grit and dirt and rubble from Tanya. Rana, Griff, and the Capellan nerd were chatting over near Griff's Marauder - he didn't disturb them with more than a nod of greeting, instead heading over to the gantry and riding the lift platform up to opposite the gaping wound in his Mech's shoulder. He settled himself, cross-legged, and gazed into the cavernous hole, staring at the charred and bent actuator components and torn myomer strands in deep thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 01:04:49</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">She leans back with eyes filled with fright as he wipes the foam of her lip and she actually has to fight back the urge to run away right there, "m.. m.me?" she stutters out before she can compose herself. "well, mom and dad where mechwarriors.. so .. it kinda was natural to follow in their footsteps. As for how I ended up here.. well... when you are a snake like me with a dubious track record with way to many offers punched in the face.. you take what you can get. And I am sure it was a mistake that they even accepted me here, or they just needed another body to take some gauss rounds."<br><br>Her usual fatalistic and depressing attitude clearly showing, and in fact that is pretty much how she sees herself. She has no illusions of her worth to the company, while she is a good shot and a decent pilot she still sees herself as nothing more then another body for the commanders to throw out on the battlefield. And if she makes it back, well there is always another battlefield and one day she wont be back. Not that she cares one bit, she is almost looking forward to the day and she has her mech outfitted to be ready for that day when it comes.<br><br>"Besides what.. babe.. will ever want to even look at me? Men tend to want cute girls, not.. someone ugly like me. Then again, it leaves me free to sleep at night instead of.. well.. you know.." she blushes and looks down quite embarrassed. </div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 03:32:27</strong>
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				Erich dismissed the Capellan recruit, knowing that, while she would be a good fit in some units, he'd be likely to drop her off on Outreach due to her barely-concealed nationalism. Looking between Perkins and Walt, he simply raised an eyebrow. "Alright; spill the beans. you know full well that any doctor worth their salt won't leave medbay as long as there's a patient being poked at by two pals."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 07:09:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Lounge&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>He sees her fright and cringes inwardly, not wanting to push this little one too far out of her comfort zone too fast. Instead though as an apology he listens intently to her story, actually letting her sadness get under his skin where normally his defenses would have sprung up the minute she said something self-depreciating like she did. His eyes draw together sympathetically as he almost reaches out to take her hand to comfort her, but instead just sips his beer, giving him time to think up a response. <br><br>"Sleep is overrated." He says flippantly, almost without thinking before he says it. Before she can overthink the reactive joke though and wonder if he's making fun of her (which he's not) he quickly follows up. <br><br>"I already told you what I thought of your piloting skills though, didn't I? You're way more than gauss bait out there. You know how to handle your sniper, and you know how to move after so you don't take return fire, I'd want you in my lance any day." He says, shrugging before the next part. "Either way though, I'm glad you wound up here." He says, letting that hang for a bit so that she can hopefully let it sink in. <br><br>He keeps flipping the white stone over in his fingers, eventually letting it roll over his knuckles back and fourth like a coin. "You did say 'men' though when you were talking about babes, and not women, so at least I'm not completely out of the game." He jokes, flirting casually with her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 07:55:40</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div><br>Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;"Yup, I've pretty much been in mock combats up until a few months ago, and even then I wasn't necessarily well liked at the Academy...Politics, you know?&nbsp; I'm kind of hoping some bonus pay and salvage can help me pay down the loan faster.&nbsp; I'm not sure I want to go for a different mech right now though, at least not without some thought into what I feel comfortable piloting.&nbsp; I qualified on a Marauder so, I went out looking for one and was promptly swindled through the Port Barrow 'Preferred' dealer...but didn't know it at the time.&nbsp; Hey Ranna, I'm kind of afraid to ask but how bad of a Lance commander was I?"&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna was rather surprised to hear Graff's revelation on his combat experience.&nbsp; It wasn't very often that you ran into new recruits in the Merc world who have never seen combat, and to hear that up until recently he'd barely even had a mech was a little odd.&nbsp; She watched him replace the armor plates and talk, providing a hand where needed but letting him do the work.&nbsp; She knew how much pride she took in doing things for herself when it came to just about everything, but especially fixing Harlequin.&nbsp; <br><br>The real shock came with his question.&nbsp; She hadn't expected it and locked up her expression as quickly as she could, thankful that Graff was distracted by armor and not watching her.&nbsp; Everyone knew that Ranna wasn't the type to hold back on her opinions, but this seemed an odd situation she wasn't sure was a time when she should open her thoughts.&nbsp; She regarded Graff for a minute. His young naive way about things tended to put him in less than optimal situations.&nbsp; Ranna was almost glad her world started the way it did, to keep her from being suckered by a cruel uncaring world.&nbsp; After a longer than necessary silence, Ranna sat on Double G's foot, a few feet from Graff, "I'm going to assume that you asked that question in the hopes that I'd be honest with you, so I will be.&nbsp; You got lucky!" She shrugged, giving him a 'thats the way it is' look with a bit of a cock to one side with her head and a shrug of her shoulders.&nbsp; "Walt had no business putting you in charge of anything.&nbsp; That plan had so many holes in it, we should be glad the Clan's decided to take the base first.&nbsp; We would have had mech swarming out of that hangar otherwise."&nbsp; Ranna looked down at the metal plate on Double G's foot for a moment as she continued. "And honestly your lack of experience would have likely had a few of us dead by the end of the day."&nbsp; <br><br>Looking back up to Graff, she smiled, standing up to help him hold an armor plate in place while he tightened it.&nbsp; "On the bright side, everyone walked away relatively unhurt, you've made it through a couple of tight missions and survived.&nbsp; Although after seeing what I saw of the battle ROM, you should have been supporting Erich against the Pillager and Alroy and his crab should have escorted Janos out, especially considering we were down a heavy with Elisa's Black Knight out of the mission."&nbsp; With a friendly pat on the back she smiled again, stepping close to Graff.&nbsp; "Just remember, any time you walk away from a mission inside your mech, is a good day.&nbsp; Don't dwell on the past.&nbsp; You can't change it.&nbsp; If you're interested, I know a way to network the mech diagnostic simulation systems so we can do combat training on our way to Outreach.&nbsp; Little trick I learned from Wolf." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 13:35:53</strong>
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				Ranna's answer didn't really surprise Graff, it's many of the same thoughts that had been swirling inside his head for the past couple of months.&nbsp; One could just call it a learning experience and fortunately it wasn't a costly one, but she was right that any mission you can walk your mech out of is a good mission.&nbsp; Putting the last bolt in place for the piece of armor Graff steps back to grab another section.<br><br>"I'm sure Erich would agree with that, he barely made it back in."&nbsp; Graff raised his hand to give a half wave to Aloy who just popped in as he walks to his own mech.&nbsp; "But I will say I think escorting Janos out was the better plan than charging in to help Erich, Aloy hadn't made it to me yet for one.&nbsp; Also Janos was the contract, not busting up an Assault lance."&nbsp; It's kind of strange talking about the guy when he's right here but perhaps he's to engrossed in his work/play that he didn't hear.&nbsp; Graff began bolting on the next piece, "I would like to know that simulation trick, I'll take as much training as I can get at this point."<br><br>Graff's not as picky about repairing his own mech as some technicians, he knows how to repair mechs and has to do it from time to time but fresh pairs of eyes and hands are always welcome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 20:23:27</strong>
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				<hr><strong>MedBay, Walter and Perkins with <em>Erich</em> and <em>Kara</em></strong><br><hr><br>Walter and Perkins exchanged grim looks before both broke up smiling, Walter going so far as to letting out a barking laugh and carefully patting Erich on the shoulder.<br><br>"Damn, Erich, you gave us such a scare yesterday. The techs thought they would have to scrape you out of that giant zombie of yours."<br><br>"Right, I would have cleaned it out myself, no way they are getting a pay-bonus for that."<br><br>Walter sat down next to the bed, looking over at the doctor for a moment. It was pretty clear she was the sort who didn't take kindly to being bossed around in her own MedBay. Any other day he would have been grateful, it meant she was invested in the well-being of her patients. But for the moment he would rather have had her run out of the bay so that they could speak in peace. However, you don't throw shit at the person who might be patching you up after the next battle. Instead he just lowered his voice from his ordinarily loud tone to a more discreet one.<br><br>"I guess Perks have told you about the next op? With ComStar and the Lyrans?"<br><br>"Just a moment ago, before we were interrupted." Perkins crossed his legs and gave a yawn before continuing. "Never got to tell him about the exchange at Outreach though. We are meeting up with some reps from the Dragoons to exchange the Clanner and most of the Elemental salvage for some nifty gear. What they don't know is that we are selling the unscathed Elemental to the Grey Deaths as well through a shadow transaction. Hopefully we will not be found out or Jaime's boys might become a bit pissed. Then again, business is business and we'll get some rather nice stuff from the Greys for the full suit."<br><br>"We need to keep this low profile though." Walter continued. "While I don't think Ranna is the kind to throw a fit of things, old allegiances don't die easily. So until the transaction is done only we know of this and partially Janos. We haven't told him any details, just that he has a limited time frame to complete his research of the battle armors. But in the end that is just the plan. You're part of the head too after all. So we want to hear your opinion on it."<br><br><hr><strong>MechBay, Janos with <em>Graff</em> and <em>Ranna</em></strong><br><hr><br>Janos disappeared into the bowels of the Marauder with a grin, beginning his diagnostic by opening up some panels in the cockpit to reach further intothe 'Mech. If one were thoroughly familiar with the general designs of 'Mechs like he was, you could go anywhere you wanted from anyplace you happened to be in. It was more a question of knowing which parts got you fried and being nimble. And he got both those things down. His torso disappeared into a panel, his eyes closed so that they would adapt to the darkness a whole lot quicker. He crawled around for a moment through the dark, only bumping his head on an outer bulk once while circumventing a tertiary myomer strand. And that is where he found the problem.<br><br>"Well I found the culprit." Janos appeared once more at Graff's shoulder, holding a loosely connected pile of old fur and tiny bones under his nose. "Sad news is that it managed to fry some tertiary systems which over time has degraded the whole system as a whole. So in truth your problems are far more extensive than just the gunpod. The whole thing could become a permanent shutdown at any moment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 14:47:08</strong>
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				<strong>Jumpship <em>Citadel</em><br>Pirate Jump Point</strong><br><br>If there was one thing on Elisa’s mind right now, it was guilt.<br><br>She had opted out of the mission for personal reasons, ones that she had felt would pose a risk not only to herself but to the entire team. She’d made her reasons clear to Perkins before the op had started, and had left it up to him if he wanted to communicate those to the rest of the team. Her logic was simple; with how she was feeling at that point, she ran the risk of doing something brash or stupid that would not only get herself killed, but also those around her.<br><br>In short, the same thing she’d bagged Shadowborn out for earlier. And that would look just fantastic if she survived and had Perkins and Walter rip her head off for the same thing she’d laid into one of theirs for. On the balance of it, it had seemed like the right thing to do.<br><br>For a moment, her mind had been at ease about her decision. Then she’d heard how the battle had gone down, and she’d been staggered. Two of the team were missing, presumed dead. While she’d never really known Hiro, Elisa had taken something of a shine to Yamina. The plucky little <em>Locust</em> pilot had shared a lot in common with her, rising from a poor background and fighting for a living, and she’d considered her something approaching a friend.<br><br>And now they were both gone. A part of Elisa hoped they were alive, and the other half hoped they were dead, simply because she dreaded what the Cappelans would do with them if they were captured.<br><br><em>I’m sorry, Little Bit</em><br><br>She only hoped that she could face up to her colleagues and resume her place on the team afterwards. Watching from the <em>Citadel’s</em> observation deck, she silently waited for the dropship to return.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 14:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Med Bay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich, Walter<br><br><hr><br>Kara, initially, shot Walter a glare when he asked her to leave her own Medbay, and while she had a patient in it! In truth, if it had been empty and he'd just wanted a quiet, and discreet, place to talk she would have had no problems. She didn't like being asked to leave when she had a patient as badly beaten up as Erich was though. Especially since, at the words "Staff Meeting" the few assistants in the room had all but fled! After that first glare, she pointedly looked back down at her tablet and went back to making her notations, pointedly ignoring the men across the room from her.<br><br>When they started whispering, she rolled her eyes and sighed before muttering, "Men!"<br><br>Tucking her tablet under her arm she rose from her seat and crossed to where Erich's monitors beeped quietly. Touching a few buttons on the screen she linked the monitor to her tablet and looked pointedly at the three men, "I will find somewhere else to be for exactly one hour. IF you rile my patient up and his vitals spike, I'll be back faster than that and if you rile him enough that I have to redo <em>any</em> of my work I'll make the next time you need to visit me a pain you won't forget," she added but as she did her glare softened and she flashed an, almost, playful grin at the three men that made her appear years younger than the stern look she'd given them only moments before.<br><br>Humming to herself she spun on heel and simply left the Medbay. Now was as good a time as any to start exploring the ship she was on. To that end, she started simply taking random turns to see where she ended up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 01:13:46</strong>
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				Erich shrugged at the commentary and banter about his near-death experiences; his chest and arms were a mass of scars from old war wounds, ranging from shrapnel impacts, knife wounds, gunshot wounds, several laser scars, and a nasty dippled patchwork of a scar low on his left side where he had taken a burst from a needler pistol around fifteen years back; to most people, he looked every inch the battle-scarred veteran. As far as he was concerned, the patchwork of scar tissue was the occupational hazard for continuing to do his job.<br><br>Closing his eyes for a moment, he considered the details of the 'transaction' Perkins had explained. "Okay, let me get this straight; We're 'selling' our captive, and the damaged or destroyed battle suits we collected from that mission a few months back to the Dragoons. You know that, on ethical grounds, this is hinky as finding a Neptune-Class Submarine in the middle of a desert. As for double-dealing by letting the GDL take the undamaged battle armour, when that regiment is one of the first to actually re-implement combined-arms tactics, well... if I didn't know better, I'd think you might actually have an investment in stopping this 'Clan' invasion in its tracks. Though, we are getting paid twice, aren't we?"<br><br>He paused, then frowned at the other two. "Now, if you're doing something akin to double-dealing and shenanigans, I'm going to have to point out that, regardless of how much cash you have in-pocket, you do not want to fuck with either of those two mercenary forces; both have been known to hold grudges when it comes to unethical dealings, and sometimes those grudges involve explosive charges on Dropship engines. So, considering I like my body in one piece, and not senverted into submolecular slurry by having a Union-class pancake from ten or so kilometres up, I'm going to reccomend that you be upfront and honest with both the Dragoons and the Legion; at the very least, inform the Dragoons that you're selling the captured armour to the GDL."<br><br>He scratched his chin, grumbling slightly at the feel of the rapidly-thickening stubble on his cheeks and chin. "At best, you get a bidding war, and a pile of dosh. At worst, you lose out on one or both trades because some people are hardasses and don't much like being on either end of a bidding war. Now, instead of nattering about this as we can bang on until hell freezes over, why don't you give me the Battle Damage Assessment, and the actual debrief, instead of you yelling at everyone but me, Walt?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 01:49:12</strong>
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				<hr><strong>MedBay, Walter and Perkins with <em>Erich</em></strong><br><hr>"Well perhaps we didn't make it clear." Perkins watched the Doc walk out with a smile before turning back to Erich and stuffing a fine cigar in his hand. "For later, see, don't go smoking that while you are here. Got a whole box of them upstairs, you mentioned you liked Cardello's Green some months back, so I got a box for celebration once this op was over. Smell it until you go gree, just don't smoke it here in the bay." The smiled died away a little as him and Walter exchanged silently again. "What we mean is that the GDL payed us to hand the whole suit over to them and stiff the Dragoons with the scrap and Clanner. We offered them the whole deal, but I don't know, they probably find it funny or something to stick the scraps to Jaime while they get the good stuff. Don't ask me why, but Grayson was very specific with the details of the deal. If you got reservations, we'll cut it short right now."<br><br>Walter scoffed at Erich's comment and gave a shrug.<br><br>"I have nothing more to yell about. You made a decision. Even if I don't agree, it was your op and your choice. What we want to know now is if this deal has your support. I think it stinks a mile away, but I have to agree with Perkins that this will bring us some extra income as well as some good grace from the GDL. Leave it up to me and I'd push the scrap out the airlock and keep the Clanner for ourselves rather than give it over to Jaime's fucking dogs. It all comes down to another choice, Erich, and it hangs on you what we do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 02:44:16</strong>
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				Erich scowled, not much liking the position he saw himself in. "Reservations is an understatement. Either way, you're screwing with two of the premier Mercenary forces in the Inner Sphere, One known for having more Heavy 'mechs than the Entire Capellan Confederation, and one for being firm Steiner Loyalists, as well as experts at combined-arms, ambushes, shenanigans, and a penchant for preserving Lostech, as well as utterly ruining the crap out of most enemy forces they've gone up against, even when outnumbered and outgunned. We want to keep our reputation as a solid unit, we need to stay out of underhanded bullshit as much as possible, and you two know that."<br><br>He sighed, rubbing his forehead for a moment. "Give the suit to the Legion, they at least have the infantry forces that can make use of something that's been reverse-engineered from it. However, you, Perky, are going to have to inform the Dragoons that you recieved a better offer, and chose that. Wolf's bunch may have their heads so far up each other's asses that they can conga-line around Harlech, but you know as well as I do that they're a mean bunch when faced with underhanded shenanigans. As for our 'prisoner', well, all things considered, she's proven that she can instruct people in how to react to Anti-Mech Infantry, as well as beat you in an arm-wrestling competition. Fobbing her off to a school that trains infantry in how to Kill 'mechs might be a good option, if you two are uncomfortable about her hanging about on the <em>Bastion</em>."<br><br>He nodded a moment later. "So, that's my reccomendation; Sell the suit off, trade the damaged or wrecked suits we salvaged to the Dragoons, and ask our 'guest' if she'd prefer to stay on here, or be transferred with her equipment. I'll wager a day's rations she chooses to stay here, if only because we get in all sorts of trouble."<br><br>Mulling over Walt's words for a long moment, he looked at the younger man, gray eyes narrowing slightly. "Been something I've been meaning to say, for a while, Walt. I know you took it hard when Bones kicked off, but that doesn't excuse the fact that, since we left that dustball in DC space, you've been nothing less than hostile to everyone in the company. I know you're trying to model your command style after the dear old dead guy, but you have to remember this; Even though he was the meanest, foulest-mouthed cuss you know, he did heap tons of praise on the people that deserved it. Namely, everyone that lived through an op. So, think about that before you start giving everyone crap for getting back in one piece, because they came back looking like they had just been thrown into a meat grinder."<br><br>Turning his head slightly, his gaze landed on Perkins, before handing the cigar back. "As for the cigar, keep it. We lost two warriors, so I'm not celebrating anything. What you, both of you, can do for me is, once you're no longer feeling like shit because of the mission going pear-shaped in an interesting way, is to get to know the 'warriors, or get your hands dirty in the 'mech bay. The techs are going to be busy decontaminating my 'mech until it's no longer belching raw rads and then they have to re-attach the right arm, replace at least six sinks, one of the torso PPCs, all the damaged myomer, armour, and internals, which is going to take a hell of a lot longer than a few days. So we're going to need as many hands as we can fixing up the rest of what we have; By the time we get to the Jumpship, I want at least one lance Combat-ready, and as I obviously can't help, I want you, both of you, to act as proxy for me. Which means getting dirt, grime and oil on your clothes as you help wrangle parts into place. At the very least, it'll let you two complain about me to the rest of the company because I can't complain about me."<br><br>He smirked slightly, but the look in his eyes suggested, rather firmly, that the two other commanding officers should spend more time with the rank and file, so as to prevent what he had heard about in the mission debriefing. Even laid out in the medbay, Erich's network of 'ears' aboard the Dropship had kept him mostly up to speed on what the rumour mill was grinding out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 03:48:02</strong>
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				<hr><strong>MedBay, Walter and Perkins with <em>Erich</em></strong><br><hr>Walter and Perkins exchanged a last look before they stood up and wished their old friend a speedy recovery. As they left the MedBay they stayed silent, Perkins putting the rejected cigar in his mouth and lighting it.<br><br>"You're not going to help in the MechBay, are you Kevin?"<br><br>Perkins scoffed and blew out a plume of smoke, gesturing with the cigar while a deep frown formed on his split face.<br><br>"You know me. I don't mix well with MechJocks. Besides I spend my due with the pilots, helping them with the ASF's..."<br><br>Walter looked over at Perkins a bit surprised. He had figured the old Dropper didn't like getting his hands dirty. Perhaps there was a side of the old man which only the flyers got to see. The continued down the corridors, Perkins' boots echoing on the grates while Walter's feet silently padded besides them.<br><br>"Perhaps I am too harsh. Haven't thought about it before. I was so busy being a replacement of Bones I forgot the sides that really made him a good Commander."<br><br>"No shit." Perkins grinned as he stopped, tapping the ashes of his cigar of the stem. "We all get a little blind, Walt. I could only think about the money after Bones bought it. To realize his dream of creating a company which could compete with Grayson and Wolf. We won't reach that height as long as those two are still alive, but we better be ready for it. Anyway, no matter how much I tried to equate every loss to a profit, there's two things that can't be flipped around. Lives and friendship, Walt. Both are unique. Nothing will ever come of it that is the same as Hiro or Yamina, or the deep feelings we had for Ol' Bones. Perhaps we should come closer to the crew, but I know I'd rather wrestle to the death with an Atlas barehanded than lift armor plates down in the bay. If they are so eager to be friends or enemies they can march into my office for once and have a cup of coffee over some negotiations."<br><br>"That's damned cold Perkins, even for you. What harm would it do to know the persons behind the profit?"<br><br>"Fuck, Walt, do you even know the name of one of my spacers or flyers? I know when their goddamn kids have their birthdays and almost shit a brick when I thought I might have to send that flyer's mother a letter after his ASF returned the same way Erich's bucket waltzed in here. Jarvis would have cried his eyes out if he had another wingman killed for your sake. Pull your head out of your armpit and go crawl around with your jocks and I'll keep to mine. Just remember, after Outreach they won't be your jocks anymore..."<br><br>Perkins snuffed the cigar on the wall and threw the stump away before marching off. Walter was left like a fool again. It was becoming a bad habit.<br><br><hr>Janos wrapping things up in the MechBay and going to the mess hall.<br><hr>The engineer sucked on the hole where a tooth had been as he did some final calculations on paper, accounting for all the damage he had found underneath the skin of the Marauder. Finally he handed Graff the clipboard with a grin, the final estimated price underlined twice. It wasn't a pretty calculation, Perkins could probably buy a good light 'Mech for that amount.<br><br>"Just hand that to the paper-pushers and hope to Korvin that they have had a good day. But I reckon it's worth the price, Marauders work wonders after all. I gotta go, stomach screaming for sustenance and I don't think there is enough place in the bunks for all three of us to be rumbling around."<br><br>He flashed a smile to both Graff and Ranna before turning on his heel in a very Capellan fashion and stepping out of the bay. He had spent all too much time in there. He hadn't even eaten anything since he arrived on the JumpShip. Food for thought was all good and well, but the body had its needs as well. Perhaps the company even had some good provisions unlike what he had eaten the last couple of months. Rice, tofu and the occasional pork scraps mostly. His mouth began to water and he was so consumed by the thoughts of food that he almost collided with a doctor coming around the corner. Unlike most doctors he had ever met, she was a beauty. He smiled his usual crooked smile and tried not to show off too much of his irregular row of teeth, as well as trying to angle his face a little to the left. He had some sort of delusion that his scars didn't show off as much in that angle. Truth was it didn't really matter how much he angled it, unless he was turning her the back of his head it would be as prominent as always.<br><br>"Excuse me Doctor, I was being reckless. You don't happen to know where the mess is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 04:22:30</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">She just give him a long glare at the little flirting, "ok.. lets make one thing clear.. If you have some sort of fetish for bagging the ugly women, dont. ok.. I have no interest what so ever in that. As far as I am concerned life is painful enough without adding that kind of crap." She throws a few coins on the table and stands up, "thanks for the beer, there is a go manual in the small drawer of the board if you wish to learn."<br><br>With those words she turns and leaves the room, her knuckles white from clenching her fists as hard as she can with little drops of blood actually forming in her palms where the dirty nails been digging into the flesh. Her boots clicking on the metal floor as she heads down towards the mechbay to return to her solitude in her mech, one hand digging into the pocket along her thigh and digs up the datapad she always brings with her. Her eyes looking into the latest entry, she quickly scans the list and then nods seeing the final price she will get when she sells her mech. "Not bad, should last quite a while. Ill miss the old girl, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do." she speaks out loud to herself, being so used now to being alone the thought of someone hearing her not even crossing her mind.<br><br>Why on earth had he insisted on flirting with her? She can't really understand it other then he has some form of compulsion to flirt with anyone, she kinda feels sorry for him for having wasted his time but she did pay for the beer after all.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 04:38:36</strong>
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				Graff smelled the dead...thing before Janos could get sneak up on them this time.&nbsp; "Oh god what died..." he comments before turning around, "Well that would be it I guess, um thanks."&nbsp; He takes the slip of paper but not the furry thing, Janos can dismiss that thing himself.&nbsp; Looking at the figure Graff just whistles, that's quite a bit of 0's after the 1, it was followed by a sigh as he now has to figure out how to come up with that type of money.&nbsp; Shaking his head he puts the paper into a jumpsuit pocked and turns back to Ranna and his Marauder.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's never just one missile that misses huh?"&nbsp; He says as Graff grasps another plate of armor to maneuver into place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 06:57:17</strong>
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				Jack Hennessey had just been bought onbard the <em>Citadel</em>, couriered from Outreach to meet his new team. The contract negotiation had been... unusual, to say the least, but the amount of zeroes he was seeing on the end was the sort of thing that tended to keep any questions down and his mind focused on the bottom line. And that was a bottom line that was hard to say no to. <em>Besides, playing it safe is boring, and I've never gotten anywhere that way</em><br><br>He'd done the bare minimum of settling in, little more then dumping his kit and then taking a look around the ship. He wanted to know what he was getting into and what kind of people he'd be dealing with, and, where possible, how he could use that to his advantage. He got the impression already that this was not the 'strictest' of merc commands, and certainly not one that followed traditional military guidelines and the like. That gave him a lot of leeway, something that he liked.<br><br>At present, it seemed that the unit were still returning from their last op, their Dropship still sometime out from rejoining the jumper. It was both a blessing and a curse; good because it gave him more room to move and act without bumping heads with those he might be fighting alongside. Bad because it meant that he'd be getting hit with a tidal wave of new faces all in one go, something that made it hard to pick out individuals.<br><br>As he entered the observation deck, hoping to catch a glimpse of the inbound dropper, something else instead caught his eye. A woman, tall and fit, red hair crowning her, intently watching the window. Something about her, maybe her build or maybe her stance screamed 'MechWarrior' to him. <em>Another new recruit? Or someone else? One way to find out</em><br><br>He approached the window, looking out it a moment before sparing a glance to his companion. <em>Red hair, green eyes, tanned skin... not bad in a 'rugged' sort of a way. This assignment might just work out</em>. “Jack Hennessy.” He began with a smile. “I'm new here.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 13:21:51</strong>
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				Elisa’s thoughts had been interrupted by the intrusion, the MechWarrior turning to face the new arrival. She was going to hazard a guess already that he was another MechWarrior, maybe a recently activated reserve or a new recruit that had failed to make the launch time. <em>Could have been useful down there. Maybe with him there, they wouldn’t-</em> she immediately cut herself off from that line of thought, a small shake of the head before refocusing on him.<br><br>“Elisa Moreno. I’m a MechWarrior with the team.” She began, not really saying much else to start with. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about why she was here and start off down that path, which would be a fantastic first impression. Instead, she decided to keep it friendly for now. “Just waiting for the rest of the company to return, myself.”<br><br>She shot a glance to the viewport before glancing back. “I wasn’t aware that we had some new recruits in the team.” It was strange to put it like that. Strictly speaking, Elisa was a ‘veteran’ of the company, having been there since the first op. On the other hand, it was also her only op with the unit so far, which kind of invalidated that claim to experience. Still…<br><br>“So where are you from, mister Hennesy, and what bought you to this organization?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 14:45:48</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div><br>Ranna Krannok<br>Onboard Bastion<br>Bastion Hangar deck.<br><br><hr><br><em><br>"Just hand that to the paper-pushers and hope to Korvin that they have had a good day. But I reckon it's worth the price, Marauders work wonders after all. I gotta go, stomach screaming for sustenance and I don't think there is enough place in the bunks for all three of us to be rumbling around."</em><br><br><em>"It's never just one missile that misses huh?"</em><br><br>Ranna couldn't help but let a little bit of a smile creep onto her lips.&nbsp; She had found Janos' assertion that the 'pencil pushers' namely Perkins would be overly fond of the idea of rewiring Graff's mech because of some rodent.&nbsp; It was hard for her to deny the pride of having a mech that still had all of it's original parts, but she also knew the peace of mind of having a mech that she knew wasn't going to kick out on her in the middle of a firefight.&nbsp; <br><br>"No, it's not."&nbsp; She said shaking her head.&nbsp; "Actually some food sounds like a good plan.&nbsp; I've been down here all night, I didn't get much to eat after the debrief last night.&nbsp; You coming?"&nbsp; Ranna watched as Graff moved to apply another plate of armor to the leg of Double G.&nbsp; She thought a lot about what Graff had told her regarding his experience which made her consider very carefully the skill levels of the rest of the Company.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking quietly through the halls of the ship, she heard Janos bump into the doctor as she came down the corridor.&nbsp; Seeing the two of them there seemed rather funny.&nbsp; Ranna took a moment to consider the new doctor.&nbsp; She was petite but gave off an air of control and confidence which Ranna found exciting.&nbsp; Janos on the other hand seemed frail next to her which she found rather humorous.&nbsp; Listening for a moment then approaching.&nbsp; "The mess is this way Janos.&nbsp; If the both of you are headed that way, I'll show you where it is."&nbsp; She said with her usual controlled smile.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 17:25:22</strong>
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				Erich waited until the medlab was deserted, then, moving as swiftly, and as carefully as his injured frame could manage, he stood up, and, letting the mobile IV unit act as a walking stick, he trundled over to the medical bay's computer, where he could log in and finally get ~some~ work done, as all the computers on the dropship were networked together, with different logins required to access different parts of the command and control structure. Sitting down in the rather comfortable seating that the doc's ass would normally be perched upon, the massive soldier pulled up the BDA listing for the prior combat.<br><br>Almost instantly, he winced, not due to the faded ache in his side, but due to the fact that, on top of the Battle Damage Assessment, was a clear, stark reminder of the more-than material losses the company had taken; with Yamina and Hiro's two light mechs taken out of action, and unable to be extracted, he hoped, very quietly, that the two had managed to escape before CCAF infantry had gotten to the downed Lights. Idly, he rubbed a scar on his left shoulder, remembering his own 'visit' to the Confederation during the Fourth Succession War, before shaking off the memories of his lancemates dying in their cockpits, fried by inferno missiles that had rained down on them in a nasty ambush.<br><br>Scrolling down the screen, his eyes flicked over the damage to the Surviving 'mechs, not at all surprised that his Machine had taken the worst punishment and still walked off of the field under its own power; between the underestimation of enemy strength and the reputation of the Awesome as a brutally vicious machine, he had, once again, absorbed far too much incoming fire to be comfortable. Alroy's Crab had taken a beating as well, with the worst damage being that lucky shot that had blown the 100-tonner's ammo bay out through its backside. On the bright side, the Crab's arm remained attached this time, so the Crab didn't have to pause to pick up its detached limb and scuttle off to avoid getting blown up. On the not-so-bright side, the damage was extensive, and Alroy really needed to be checked out due to the neurofeedback caused by the ammo explosion.<br><br>Idly humming to himself, he noticed that the vast majority of damage to the rest of the company was almost-entirely armour-related, though there was an addendum pointing out that one of the two aerospace fighters the Bastion held had been savaged during its attack run; seemed that the Cataphract, for all its relatively thin armour for being a 70-ton war machine was rather effective at putting up enough flak to tear hell out of avionics and control surfaces. Continuing to read, he smirked at the final tally. Even with the loss of two light mechs, and the feeling he had that the new Raven pilot wouldn't work out due to excessive nationalism, the company, even short three 'mechs, had utterly savaged the enemy forces. From what the Battleroms could confirm, Recon had harassed and mauled a lance of heavier, but slower machines, while knocking out citywide power and pulling off a successful museum heist. The Assault lance, for its part, had systematically destroyed over a Company of enemy 'mechs, in part due to the Capellan tendency to rush in piecemeal.<br><br>Turning off the BDA, he opened a file stored deep in the ship's command codes, locked with a code only a Lyran soldier would know. Muttering quietly to himself, his fingers danced over the keypad, letting him write in his personal datalog as much as he cared to put down on digital 'paper', as well as adding several icons to declare his killcount; Unlike most of the 'mechs in the bay below him, his Awesome remained with no kill counters visible, leaving the 'mech almost as much of a cipher as the man that piloted it. Finishing his journal entry, he logged off the terminal, and shut it down, essentially clearing all evidence of his doing work before he headed back to the medical bed, already trying to stave off boredom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 23:40:08</strong>
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				"That's ok, I had something on my way in."&nbsp; Or at least grabbed a cup of what passes as coffee on the Bastion, Graff replied.&nbsp; "I'd better finish up these repairs before trying to talk to Enrich about the bill."&nbsp; He was kind of sweating about the bill, it's something he knew was coming but not something he was ready to pay for.<br><br>Waving bye to Ranna Graff finishes replacing the rest of his damaged armor, with Janos' warning he also decides to unload the ammo from his Autocannon just to be safe.&nbsp; As lunch nears he finishes up the last bits just as the rest of the technicians begin to filter in to work on Erich's Awesome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>12-02-2013, 06:34:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/o2Z5nf7.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong> Lily Anne Montplaisir<br><strong>Mech:</strong> AXM-2N Axeman<br><strong>Call Sign:</strong> Kismet<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Ranna, Janos<br></span></span><hr><br>Lily had practically been a ghost ever since the conclusion of the last mission, which had left her much more flustered than she cared to admit. She didn't want to make herself look like even more of a rookie to mercenary work in everybody else's eyes than she already did. Sure, she had the piloting skill to at least hang with the others and perhaps even shine in certain areas that she specialized in, but she didn't have experience in real war-like situations. She'd never lost anyone that she knew after a battle. <br><br>Granted, Lily hadn't been especially close to either of the Mechwarriors that had fallen during the raid against the Capellan facility, and certain aspects of their personalities had even begun getting on her nerves, but that didn't make the realization of just how real this game that they were playing was hit her any less hard. She knew that it wasn't her fault, and that she shouldn't be feeling guilty over it, but it had still taken some time for her to be able to process everything and get back to an at least somewhat more normal state of mind.<br><br>Since she hadn't really eaten anything for at least a day or so while she'd been busy meditating and reflecting, her body's needs eventually caught up to her and Lily suddenly realized just how famished she was and how weak it was making her feel. <br><br>She did get something of a pleasant little surprise on the way to the mess hall when she absent-intendedly rounded a corner while already thinking about food and crashed right into Ranna. If Lily had to run into something, well, Ranna's tits would definitely have been her number one choice. Maybe they could even comfort one another a bit later (or, more likely, Ranna would be comforting her). She might have been thinking a little bit too far ahead, but it was hard to stop herself whenever she was around the seductive redhead, and now she even had flashbacks about their last encounter running through her mind and getting her blood pumping.<br><br>"Bonjour!" Lily greeted the other woman with her usual flirty cuteness, lightly rubbing her own breasts which had bumped into Ranna's with oh so much very convincing faux-innocence. Noticing that the redhead had company with her, Lily leaned in close to whisper something that would be a bit harder for Janos to overhear unless he was specifically trying to (in which case she'd figure that he'd earned the right to listen in just for the effort). "What a pleasant surprise...I was just looking for something <em>tasty</em>. I didn't think that I should be so lucky."<br><br>She smoothly pulled back away. "Mind if I join you two? A girl can get lonely all by herself on a big spaceship."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>12-02-2013, 13:43:04</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion Mess Corridor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Kara, Lily<br><br><hr><br>Ranna hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings like she normally does, intent on being friendly and showing the new people to the mess when she turned back down the corridor to the mess.&nbsp; Out of the corner of her eye she caught a familiar flash of pink, her hand went up reflexively, but before she could react properly she found herself chest to chest with Lilly.&nbsp; Her cool controlled smile she had thrown up for Janos and the doctor melted as her face flushed for reasons beyond embarrassment.&nbsp; She had only seen Lily in passing since the morning of their attack on the Capellan base.&nbsp; But their last encounter was still very vivid in her mind.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Bonjour!" </em>&nbsp; Lily's flirty cuteness made Ranna's smile twist into a grin.&nbsp; The feel of Lily's perky firm breasts pressed against hers, unfortunately separated by clothing caused Ranna to swallow slightly at the sudden warmth her body felt.&nbsp; A tightness deep inside of her began to grow as Lily leaned in close, her mouth only inches from Ranna's face.&nbsp; <em>"What a pleasant surprise...I was just looking for something tasty. I didn't think that I should be so lucky."</em>&nbsp; The comment causes Ranna's smile to grow as she looks deeply into Lily's grey-blue eyes.&nbsp; She can see the flame growing inside Lily, mirroring her own deep smoldering flame.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Mind if I join you two? A girl can get lonely all by herself on a big spaceship."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The insinuation came off almost as an invitation if anyone else in the small group had any idea of their history.&nbsp; Ranna simply let the look of lust hang on her face as she watched Lily.&nbsp; "By all means.&nbsp; Of course the doctor is welcome to join us too.&nbsp; Can never have too much company on these big lonely ships." Her eyes held Lily for another moment before turning back to the rest of the group and gesturing towards the mess corridor.&nbsp; "After you!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>12-02-2013, 15:40:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering the Halls<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Lily, Ranna<br><br><hr><br>She'd only been wandering (all right, snooping) through the corridors of the ship for a few moments when she was nearly bowled over by a man whipping around a corner! Backpedaling a couple of steps she laughed and managed a grin, despite the near collision. <br><br><em>"Excuse me Doctor, I was being reckless. You don't happen to know where the mess is?"</em><br><br>Still chuckling she looked around the halls and gave a small shake of her head, "It's just Kara, I don't see much need for titles aboard a ship. You all know what my job is, she added with a slight grin still curving her lips. "As for the mess, I have no idea. I was just wandering a bit to acquaint myself with the ship, and not looking where I was going either, when we nearly ran each other down."<br><br><em> "The mess is this way Janos.&nbsp; If the both of you are headed that way, I'll show you where it is."&nbsp; She said with her usual controlled smile. </em><br><br>Kara turned her gaze to the lovely young woman who offered to show them the way and flashed a fresh grin that made her eyes sparkle and made her look even younger than she already did, "Thank you! That is most appreciated. I'm Kara," she added and before she could offer her hand in greeting another woman had joined them as well. Flashing the newcomer (to her) a friendly grin she simply turned with the rest of the group to let them lead her to the mess.<br><br>She didn't say it out loud, but it was nice to be included in the group. Not every group of Mech Warriors would have bothered to include her. She'd been on ships where, unless they needed patching up, she'd been almost totally ignored. It was always a pleasure to find that <em>not</em> the case and she just found herself hoping that her cheerful demeanor, so at odds from her detached and professional air in her med bay, wouldn't grate on anyone's nerves. No doubt they'd all been working hard and through the night and she wouldn't be surprised if they were slightly on edge because of it.<br><br>Waiting until they were actually in the mess, she glanced down at her tablet and shook her head slightly. Erich's vitals were slightly elevated but not enough to worry her or set off any alarms, but enough that she was almost certain if she returned to the med bay right then, that she'd catch him up to something. She was used to patching up grumpy Warriors and knew he'd go insane if she hovered too much. She'd given him exactly an hour. So long as he was behaving when she returned, she wouldn't mention the blip on her tablet or dope him further. <br><br>"So, out of curiosity, what do you all do around here when you manage some actual down time? And fixing your Mech's doesn't count!" she added with a low chuckle. By down time she meant time when they actually <em>didn't</em> need to be fixing their Mech's or prepping for a mission. There's probably wasn't a lot of it, but there had to be <em>some</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>12-02-2013, 18:30:29</strong>
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				Janos wasn't sure about when it happened, but suddenly he was surrounded by beautiful women. Not that he minded, neither was this new to him. There was a time when he was constantly surrounded by beautiful people who admired his work and praised his genius. But that was long gone. And these people were far from kissing his feet. Seemed more like Ranna and this Lily were kissing each other's feet. He ignored their whispers and smiled at the doctor.<br><br>"Well, let's go then, I'm starving!"<br><br>As they arrived at the mess he had the first really unpleasant surprise since he got here. The food was... kind of bland. Very bland in fact. It had all the nutrients, but it was very Davion in its execution. No real spices, no real taste, a lot of deep fried stuff with a steady helping of salt or just a boring stew to go with some noodles.<br><br>"So... what else is on the menu?"<br><br>The cook behind the counter leaned over on his knuckles, his beardy face coming dangerously close to Janos' as if a kiss was inevitable. Luckily he just grunted.<br><br>"Ain't none other, chum. Only Miss Maho gets 'em good stuff, an' she pays for it. Have your grub or keep walking!"<br><br>The cook slopped a chunky helping of stew upon Janos' plate, half of it sloching onto his tray. He gave a crooked smile and a thank you with just the right amount of resentment before he walked over to the table where the other's were seated. He sat down and slowly began to shuffle the food into his mouth as Kara asked about the crew's free time.<br><br>"I've been here as long as you, Do... Kara. And I sadly have to say that I spend most of my free time around 'Mechs anyway. Boring to most, but every strand of myomer, every inch of endo-steel and every feet of circuitry is... exciting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 18:51:10</strong>
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				<strong>"Can I help it if I prefer the finer things in life? One must eat well to become healthy and strong."</strong><br><br>Maho's voice sounded from the door of the mess hall, as she slid her way inside in simple gunmetal gray sweats. She'd been a bit restless, and just wandering around the halls of the dropship like she tended to do when bored, before finally deciding to poke her head into the mess hall. The oddly delicate-looking Kuritan waved in greeting to the cook, as she moved over to the line. While she preferred to cook for herself, she knew that cooking the slop most people got was absolutely BORING, so she let him do the cooking when he was awake in exchange for a few discrete bites on the side. Always keep the cook on your side. Always.<br><br><strong>"Surprise me today, would you dear?"</strong><br><br>She still had a decent amount of her superior stocks, so she eagerly awaited what the bearded man would cook for her today. Still, she found herself a bit distracted by the presence of someone new . . . someone she assumed was their VIP, judging by the talk of endo-steel and myomer. She didn't recognize the doctor either, though to be fair she almost needed medical attention. Thinking about it, she raised her hand in a simple greeting to the pair, while she waited for her food.<br><br><strong>". . . Hello."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 04:55:12</strong>
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				Graff was not looking forward to this as he stands outside of the door to the medbay.&nbsp; He needs to talk to Erich about the refit estimate that Janos had thrown together, and with this much money required he's not even sure if it's doable at least without it eating away what little money he has left over after his loan.&nbsp; In fact the thought of being in dept with two groups twists his stomach.&nbsp; Several people pass by him in the hallway before he just decides to do it, "heck he might not even be awake right now."&nbsp; Graff mumbles to himself as the pushes the door open and enters the Medbay looking for Erich...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 17:40:01</strong>
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				Considering how small the medbay was, it was pathetically easy for Graff to find his Commanding officer; at the moment, one of the medtechs was diligently changing the dressing covering the stitches in Erich's side, though the big veteran instantly noticed Graff's arrival and beckoned him over. "Afternoon Graff."<br><br>The medtech finished her job and moved away to input some notes onto Erich's 'chart' such as pointing out that his injuries were healing admirably, and quickly, leaving the two mechwarriors with a modicum of privacy. "So, before you ask me what you want to ask, which probably involves a refit on that critternest you call a 'mech, I want to ask you what your honest opinion of the mission was."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 23:32:32</strong>
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				Well that threw Graff off what ever game he had, there Erich was asking for his frank opinion.&nbsp; "Um, well...successful.". Graff answers in the way he had become accustomed to back at the academy.&nbsp; His survival technique was to just agree and not make waves that he would later be punished indirectly for.&nbsp; He himms and haws a bit before realizing that's not quite what Erich was looking for.<br><br>"Well, I guess...I mean, we took too many risks sir.&nbsp; We strayed too far from the mission goals.&nbsp; Attacking the exhibit wasn't really mission critical not was fighting the Assault lance tooth and mail like that.&nbsp; More delaying and cover fire could probably have been laid down as we sent in one or two mechs to escort Janos." Graff finally states, its all kind of fitting to a style of thinking one would find from a strickt military tactitian, minimize risk and focus on the primary objective.&nbsp; Probably not a big surprise, even as he fumbles the piece if paper in his hands.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">pardon the types...on phone</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 01:33:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/o2Z5nf7.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong> Lily Anne Montplaisir<br><strong>Mech:</strong> AXM-2N Axeman<br><strong>Call Sign:</strong> Kismet<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Ranna, Janos, Kara<br></span></span><hr><br>Lily hadn't quite noticed Kara at first, but flashed her a friendly smile when she finally did, and then did the same for Janos, not wanting to make anyone feel left out. They both seemed like nice people if first impressions were anything to go by, and she liked to think that her instincts were at least above average when it came to reading people. Breaking away from Ranna's fiery gaze hadn't been easy, by any means, but since Lily's intention was to tease her as much as possible now so that she could reap the rewards of the redhead's pent-up lust later on, it had to be done.<br><br>Stepping forwards to join the two new faces, she casually hooked her thumbs into the back of her camouflage-patterned cargo pants and tugged the back down far enough to show her pink thong and half of her butt off to Ranna for a couple of seconds before pulling them back up.<br><br>Once they'd made it to the mess hall, Lily grabbed herself a plate of fried chicken and fries and waited at the table for everyone else to join her. It wasn't the high end cuisine that she'd been used to for the better part of her life, but it was still alright. It was a good thing that she had such a hyperactive metabolism, though, because her eating habits were horrible and she might have gotten too big to fit into her 'mech's cockpit otherwise.<br><br>"Mmm, gosh, don't get me started about circuitry!" she exclaimed, poking a bit of fun at Janos while placing a hand over her heart. "Seriously though, if you're bored, there's...cards, movies, video-games or getting wasted and doing stupid shit. Oh, and sex. Lots of hot, sweaty sex. Remember to disinfect any surfaces before you use them." The last part was mostly a joke, as could be inferred by the corners of her lips slightly curving upwards, although it was at least partially true for herself and Ranna, and she assumed that it most likely was for the others as well. Only natural with them all being cooked up in a ship together for long periods of time, after all.<br><br>"What do you like doing for fun when you're <em>not</em> trapped in a metal box floating through outer-space, Kara?" she asked mostly out of curiosity, though if she could perhaps help in accommodating the doctor somehow, she'd certainly try.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 11:29:14</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion Mess Corridor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Kara, Lily<br><br><hr><br>Ranna let Lily go, enjoying her closeness but not wanting to let on to Janos and Kara what was really going on between them.&nbsp; She turned and looked just in time to see Lily slide her cargo pants down below her hip for a glance at her bright pink underwear and perfectly round butt.&nbsp; The grin on Ranna's face grew wide, she realized she wasn't only smiling with her mouth but with her eyes.&nbsp; It was fortunate she was in the back of the group, since she was having trouble hiding her expression or keeping her eyes off Lily's alluring body.<br><br>Slipping into the mess with the rest of the group, Ranna grabs a couple of pieces of fruit and whatever the fried food was the cook claimed to be food.&nbsp; Sitting at the end of the table, a few chairs down from Lily, Ranna listened to the conversation.<br><br><em>"Mmm, gosh, don't get me started about circuitry!&nbsp; Seriously though, if you're bored, there's...cards, movies, video-games or getting wasted and doing stupid shit. Oh, and sex. Lots of hot, sweaty sex. Remember to disinfect any surfaces before you use them.&nbsp; What do you like doing for fun when you're not trapped in a metal box floating through outer-space, Kara?"</em><br><br>Smiling at the sex comment, Ranna was sure that at any given time on the dropship in transit out of a mission someone was likely having sex.&nbsp; "mmm...yes hot steamy sex, and getting greasy from refitting mechs is about the only thing to do after a mission on the Bastion that lets you relieve the tension."&nbsp; Ranna looked over at Kara with a smile, slipping a slice of fruit into her mouth.&nbsp; "Of course, usually on the way in you're so busy getting ready for the next op, you don't have time to do anything else."&nbsp; She spoke after she finished chewing the fruit.&nbsp; "This inbound trip will be a bit different though.&nbsp; We're going to Outreach."&nbsp; The look on her face was a mix of excitement and somberness as her eyes slowly focused on a spot in space neither here nor there.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 03:00:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Alroy Fletcher<br><strong>Mech:</strong> KGC-000 King Crab<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Vice<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Kara, Lily, Ranna<br><br>"Stop scaring the poor man, Lily. You'll have him unable to venture out of his quarters without worrying he'll walk around a corner and run headlong into an orgy."<br><br>Alroy slid his tray onto the table nearby, piled high with a massive helping of the unidentifiable so-called 'stew'. People occasionally commented that he was built like an Urbanmech, and his appetite certainly backed up the possibility of a hidden fusion reactor in his stomach. It didn't matter what was on offer, he always dug in with gusto and volume.<br><br>"I didn't say she's wrong, now. We're certainly a lively bunch, but like Ranna said, there's not a whole lot to do on-ship between missions except find ways to get sweaty, and you can only repair a 'Mech so much before it gets redundant."<br><br>"What's going on at Outreach? I know the Dragoons are doing a fair job at competing with Galatea, but it's a bit out of the way if we're just looking for a new contract."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 17:36:52</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Janos, enjoying some cuisine in the Mess with <em>Alroy</em>, <em>Kara</em>, <em>Lily</em>, <em>Maho</em> and <em>Ranna</em>.</strong><br><hr><br>Janos sat quietly while finishing his meal, listening to the others jammering on about the carnal pleasures going on on the ship. He was beginning to feel a little awkward. The only female contact he had really had during the trip was his interviews with the Clanner woman. While not an unattractive woman, she would break him in half. He was apparently surrounded by women with all these pent up urges and all he could think of was the damned circuitry. Even Alroy seemed to be getting his share, and he wasn't really a prize-winning breed. Or he had some aces up his sleeve. Eye of the beholder and all that.<br><br>"Bon app, Miss Maho!" The cook arrived with a surprisingly colorful and aromatic stew to the petite Kuritan, a big grin on his face. "'s mah ol' momma's special gumbo, it will clean your nose out and keep you growing for a decade!"<br><br>As the cook walked off again Janos looked over to Maho. He hadn't noticed her until now when a far more appetizing dish had appeared in front of her. Until he came to the company he had never seen a Kuritan. There were two and a half on the company roster, but he hadn't gotten a closer look. He was a bit disappointed. There were no horns or fire-breathing going on here. Just a quiet cute girl and her... Sling. That got his heart racing a bit. He'd have to get a closer look on that one. He wasn't closely familiar with missiles yet, a deficiency that he'd have to remedy somehow. He had read all about them, but not gotten to them just yet. He was just about to ask her about the subject when the broadcast blared.<br><br>"<em>J<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">UMP</span>S<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">HIP DOCKING WILL COMMENCE IN FIVE HOURS</span>. Y<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">OU HAVE FIVE HOURS UNTIL DOCKING</span>.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 18:20:52</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion Mess Corridor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Kara, Lily, Maho, Alroy<br><br><hr><br><em>"I didn't say she's wrong, now. We're certainly a lively bunch, but like Ranna said, there's not a whole lot to do on-ship between missions except find ways to get sweaty, and you can only repair a 'Mech so much before it gets redundant."</em><br><br>Ranna started chewing on another piece of fruit, staring down the table at Lily with a grin on her face when she heard Alroy's comment.&nbsp; She looked over at the older mechwarrior as she swallowed the fruit.&nbsp; "Yeah unless you're Graff, then you find out one day that redundancy would have been a nice thing to have when your circuitry hasn't been updated since the star league."&nbsp; She couldn't help the comment, the revelations that she had gained through talking to Graff threw her for a loop, but she knew at some point they were going to need to tear apart his mech and refit it.<br><br><em>"What's going on at Outreach? I know the Dragoons are doing a fair job at competing with Galatea, but it's a bit out of the way if we're just looking for a new contract."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>"Not sure what reason Perkins and Walt have us landing on Outreach, but I'm guessing it doesn't have anything to do with us.&nbsp; Honestly, I left Outreach for a reason, didn't expect to be back so soon.&nbsp; On the up side, I know the town damn well.&nbsp; Could be we get a couple of nights to get out and really paint the town.&nbsp; I suspect Lily might want a chance to see the arenas.&nbsp; They're nothing as pretty as Solaris, but they've usually got some good shows."<br><br>She didn't want to say it, but she was looking forward to going home.&nbsp; She had left the Dragoons on good terms minus her falling out with Jaime.&nbsp; It would be a tense homecoming but a homecoming none the less.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 19:16:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Tojo Maho<br><strong>Mech:</strong> SL-1G Sling<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Snake<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion Mess<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Kara, Lily, Alroy, Ranna<br><br>Maho graciously thanked the cook as the took the gumbo over to the table the others were sitting at, shockingly making an attempt at being sociable and eating with them. Generally she kept to herself when she wasn't bothering Walter or verbally sparring with Perkins, so this was something new. Clearly enjoying the taste of her superior food (judging by the momentary look of bliss on her normally neutral face), she turned to Ranna and commented on the Outreach situation.<br><br><strong>"Training, I'd think. At least, that's the most obvious option. Outreach has some of the best training facilities, and for that matter techs, short of Comstar. While we did better last run, we clearly need more training in our unit tactics."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 02:45:11</strong>
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				Erich nodded at Graff, then smiled slightly. "Thanks for the input. I'll be honest; we did reach far on that op, and it came with a hard price, but, at the same time, we did what we could with what we had, and the end result speaks for itself, when you realize that, for all that we did get hammered, not only did we successfully extract our primary objective, but completed both secondary objectives, while engaged with a force superior in numbers and weight. Check the battleroms sometime; from what I could tally, our company went up against a Reinforced Battalion, and destroyed at least sixteen enemy 'mechs, ranging from Lights on up to at least one Assault."<br><br>He leaned forwards slightly, gingerly testing the stitching in his side for a moment, before plucking the paper from Graff's fingers. "Anyhow, let's see what brings you to my temporary 'office' space, hmm?" Perusing the note, he idly scratched the rough almost-beard that had taken up residence on his face, the greying whiskers making him look older than he actually was. "I can see that new tech's fingerprints all over this; A full electrical harness and replacement myomer wouldn't cost nearly this much, otherwise my 'mech's repairs would cost more than three time the company average, instead of merely twice as much."<br><br>After a long moment, he nodded. "Tell you what; I'll run this by Walt, because he likes being kept in the loop, but as far as I'm concerned, once we arrive on Outreach, we'll get you a full overhaul. I'm pretty certain there's a GM supply plant somewhere on that dustball, so you can get the beastie babied and brought back up to modern spec by techs trained on how to build one from scratch. As for the modifications that you're likely thinking of, well, that'll have to wait, but I do like yanking out that Autocannon and slapping in a decent laser; you'll need more, or Double-strength freezers to counter the heat load. Personally, I'd suggest springing for a Sutel Precision Large Laser, replace the freezers with double-strength, and add some armour to that frame; the Marauder's a wonderful 'mech, after all, but its side torsos are notorious for being thin-skinned."<br><br>Looking around for a moment, he grinned. "Now, Help me up and find me a decent pair of slacks and a shirt. I want out of this damn medbay, even if it's just to head down to the mess and eat something before we go into Microgravity once we're locked onto the Jumpship."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 03:12:32</strong>
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				Graff listened to Erich's response, he does watch the battleroms in his down time but still it's a miracle they made it out in the shape they did.&nbsp; Graff doesn't really get the whole any battle you walk away from is a good battle, especially when you over stretch yourself...dumb luck isn't good luck.<br><br>When watches as Erich snapped up the sheet of paper and looked it over.&nbsp; "Um, yes sir.&nbsp; I'd like that, thank you."&nbsp; This is actually more than Graff could have hoped for, he was just expecting a simple rewiring and some legacy part replacement.&nbsp; Now it sounds like he's going to get almost a brand new mech.<br><br>"Right, let me..." Graff scrambles to look around for some pants or something that Erich can use.&nbsp; "Oh uh, here..."&nbsp; Graff is able to pull out a shirt and pants that look like they were for two Erich's.&nbsp; They were simply huge, but they'd fit...with a belt.&nbsp; Graff helps the CO into pants and the shirt and will make sure he can get to the mess to get some solid food.&nbsp; He hasn't meet the doctor yet but there is no way this will endear himself to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 03:46:54</strong>
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				Erich chuckled, pulling himself into the oversized clothing. "Good christ, I had no idea we had a crewmember that made your 'mech look tiny. C'mon, we'll swing by my quarters and I can get some real clothing; gives you time to head down to the mess early to avoid incurring the doctor's wrath, too."<br><br>Opening the door from the medbay, he stuck his head out and turned left, intimately familiar with the route from a dropship medical ward to his usual room; as he walked, he felt the dull rumble of the dropship's engines firing again, and some of the weight pressing down on the crew slackened, the dropship no longer accelerating at a full gravity, but still putting out enough thrust to maintain half-G loads. "Oh, Graff? Just between you and I, we were lucky on that operation; if the enemy forces had been properly arrayed, prepared, or otherwise ready to have ten 'mechs run rampant through their headquarters, we would have been chopped to pieces. But, there's a reason almost all the heavy fighting swirled around Alroy and myself; a lot of people, regardless of training, want the bragging rights of dropping an Assault 'mech. The fact that the Crab's even more of an antique than your Marauder, combined with the sheer volume of firepower I can spit out in the Brick makes both of them priority targets, even when the actual mission is being completed, successfully, by other elements of the company; which is where you came in, and did an exemplary job, mind."<br><br>Pausing, he stopped at a door with his name on a small plasticized card stuck in the nameslot on the front. "I'll be back in a few minutes; go on and head out to get some food." Slipping into his room, he changed clothing as swiftly as his bandaged side allowed him to, his usual black slacks and grey T-shirt clinging to his body just enough to show that, despite his advancing age, he was still as fit as a fiddle, and his muscles had muscles. Running a hand over his head, he considered his short-cropped greying hair for a moment, as well as the start of a full beard that had taken up residence upon his countenance, before shrugging and heading out towards the mess hall; he was hungry, damnit, and to hell with anyone that dared stop him from getting some food in him now that he was no longer hooked up to all the machines in the damned medlab.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 04:10:29</strong>
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				"Yes sir,"&nbsp; Graff acknowledged as Erich let him know how lucky they got.&nbsp; It is true, most unseasoned mechwarriors always look at that big score and the bragging rights that come with brawling with and assault.&nbsp; If you know your history though it shouldn't be too surprising that the Capellans fielded an undisciplined unit.&nbsp; If it wasn't for Comstar and pressure from both Marik and the Combine the Federated Commonwealth would have rolled over the sliver of a state years ago.<br><br>"Will do sir..." Graff says as Erich goes into his room, he pauses before the door shuts.&nbsp; "and, thank you sir."&nbsp; At times it amazes Graff that he's still here after the mistakes he's made in the past couple of missions, if this were a house unit there's a good chance he'd be peeling potatoes.&nbsp; He heads off to the mess after that, his stomach rumbling now after repairing his mech and removing the ammo to hopefully negate the possibility of a catastrophic issue cropping up between now and Outreach.<br><br>Getting to the mess when real food is being served is a rarity for Graff, often he gets there well after normal mess hours and usually is relegated to MREs.&nbsp; He grabs a tray and gets the 'chef special' before looking for a place to sit.&nbsp; Hopefully for Erich, the doctor's already moved on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 05:57:36</strong>
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				“Me?” Jack shrugged. “Free Worlds Leauge originally. “From Diamantina; odds are you've never heard of it before I mentioned it today.” At least that was the truth. Mentions of his homeworld tended to get a 'where?' response from most people. It was helpful when he needed to diddle with the truth a little. “But I've been a mercenary for most of my adult life. Never served in a regular army unit or the like.” Even though she hadn't said as much, he suspected that Elisa was also a lifelong mercenary, maybe even a generation or two in. She reminded him more then a bit of some of the career mercs he'd met on Outreach.<br><br><em>One of whom had even less luck then sense,</em> he told himself. <em>Time to see if I can push both of mine</em>. Meeting Elisa was a potential boon; if he could get in good with an established member of the team on day one then it would be very useful to his long-term prospects. <em>Having a friend never hurts, even if it is actually for legitimate reasons</em><br><br>“I was between jobs when the old man offered me a slot here.” He continued, which was the truth at least. “My last one was with Rigby's Raiders. Small command, probably never heard of them before.” It was fair; something like ninety percent of merc commands were tiny, short-lived organisations that rarely were mentioned outside of their own ranks. It was that other ten percent that got all the attention.<br><br>“We were working a contract for the Cappies, small-tme raiding and testing of the FedCom border. Methinks that Romano wanted some results to 'prove' that the CCAF had a ghost of a chance against the inevitable.” He punctuated his statement with a derisive snort, just to prove what he thought of that idea. “We came out for the better of it; I got a brand-spanking new <em>Phoenix Hawk</em> for the deal. Unfortnately, that's when things went sour, as there was a... dispute between us and the Cappies over the distribution of salvage. They saw a high-tech Feddie 'mech and wanted it bad. And while we got away from that fracas, the MRBC found in favour of the Cappies, which in turn saw the Rigbys collapse after our rating went through the floor and our cash reserves were consumed in the settlement”<br><br>“On the other hand, I walked off with the <em>Pixie</em>.” He finished. “So here I am.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 07:31:00</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Janos, enjoying some cuisine in the Mess with <em>Alroy</em>, <em>Kara</em>, <em>Lily</em>, <em>Maho</em> and <em>Ranna</em>. Walter entering MechBay.</strong><br><hr><br>After the message had blared out Janos eyes widened for a moment in a brief state of panic before he remembered that they were just arriving to the JumpShip. Time had blurred together in the MechBay and once they reached Outreach, the Elemental would be slipping out of their hands. Where to he had no idea. He was under orders to not even breath of the matter. Just finish up his research before they got to Outreach. He reassembled his mind quickly before he turned back to Maho again with a crooked smile that was pleasant but definitely fishing for something. Like someone asking for a date. Except this time the subject of that attention was a certain Sling.<br><br>"You pilot that Sling, correct? Or is it the other... uhm, Kuritan? I wonder if it is kept as much in its original SLDF systems as possible and... if I could have a little look at it?"<br><br><hr><br>After his chat with Perkins Walter had headed over to his own room while kicking himself a little. It was true he hadn't interacted much with his Warriors for a while. He had told himself that it was the best if he didn't, let them get accustomed to putting their trust in Erich instead of him. That and he hadn't even touched MacLeod since it was blasted. But it might just be those were excuses. Putting on a pair of sturdy boots he started making his way down to the bay. He thought he saw Graff and Erich lurking past a corridor, but it just couldn't be. He was in the MedBay after all.<br><br>"No he isn't..."<br><br>He arrived at the bay, finding it unnaturally empty of warriors. Usually they all gathered here together with the techs. Much like the fly-boys did over in their corner. He looked over there, past the invisible barrier that separated their Bay from the MechWarrior's Bay. The two pilots were busy fixing up their trashed fighter together with their techs. Why in the gods names had they never mingled with the MechJocks? Or the other way around for that matter. Seemed like a shame really. He looked over and saw Miyoko just about to climb the leg of her Shadow. He gave a sharp whistle to get her attention and waved her over.<br><br>"Miyoko, come here! Where are the others?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 12:51:58</strong>
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				Elisa could see where Jack was coming from, his experiences sounding a lot like her own. “I know what you mean there.” She finally spoke. “I was with Castilla’s Cavaliers, a small unit that, like the Raiders you mentioned, nobody has ever heard of. We were a few generations old, and had survived largely on spit, balling wire, prayers and wishful thinking for most of that.” A faint hint of nostalgia coloured her voice, a memory of days gone past and friends (and family) lost.<br><br>“Unfortunately, our last contract went bad, and not in the same way as yours.” She continued. “We were working for the damn bulls, and they sent us on a raid against a Feddie world – oh, I’m sorry, a ‘Taurian homeland occupied by the Davionist invader’.” There was some dry humour in there now, her tone more then a little mocking. “Things did not go as panned; the Feddies had a larger force then expected and we were forced to retreat without reaching the objective. As you can imagine, the Cow Guys were really happy about that.”<br><br>She shrugged. “The unit was devastated, both in terms of actual losses and the blows to our finances and reputation. That was the straw that broke the Raxx’s back, so to speak, and how I ended up looking for a job.” Elisa glanced at Jack again. “Looks like we both got shafted by our employers and the MRBC.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 20:39:28</strong>
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				Maho eyed Janos for a while, apparently not entirely trusting of that smile . . . before nodding hesitantly. <br><br><strong>". . . Sure. It's actually rather difficult keeping everything running perfectly, while still keeping the original systems and parts. We're trying to avoid replacing anything if possible, but you can only do that for so long . . the knees are already getting a little weak, and the cockpit runs hot."</strong><br><br>She neglected to say that it was because she piloted her Sling like it was an Aerospace fighter, at top speed and in the air more than it was on the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 20:52:16</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Miyoko, come here! Where are the others?"<br><br>Her head shoots up at the unexpected command, with some fear in her she jumps down to the ground and marches smartly over and salutes before standing to attention. "Sir, I have no idea. Last I saw Seth he was in the lounge Sir, anyone else I have no idea about SIR." Every muscle locked in place as she awaits what else he wants, she finds it a bit curious he is asking her as her reputation for making herself a hermit should have spread even to him by now.<br><br>"Do you wish for me to try and find them Sir?" she asks timidly, her eyes staring intently down at the floor in front of her hoping he wont smell the few mouthfuls of beer she had. With her luck she knows he will and chew her out for it, she always seems to be yelled at for every mistake and never priased for the good things. She sighs inwardly at her rotten luck, wait.. perhaps he intercepted the message she sent about the sale of her mech? oh uh.. that would be bad in deed.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 21:03:36</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Janos, enjoying some cuisine in the Mess with <em>Alroy</em>, <em>Kara</em>, <em>Lily</em>, <em>Maho</em> and <em>Ranna</em>. Walter entering MechBay.</strong><br><hr><br>"I can only imagine. Some of the alloys in the stamp-wiring is barely available anymore. Add a MASC to that and it's pretty much myomer-suicide if it is not kept properly..."<br><br>He laughed it off as if no one would ever have the idea of putting MASC in such a delicate piece of machinery as an original SLDF-kept Sling. What some people would do for that extra speed and agility. Then again, what were the first things that got locked on a MASCed unit? Knee-joints. There was an expression dawning on his face that was an equal amount disbelief and awkwardness.<br><br>"You got a MASC in it don't you? Lorix help you, that must be hell on the maintenance cost. How long since you swapped leg actuators on that thing?"<br><br><hr><strong>Walter in MechBay with <em>Miyoko</em>.</strong><br><hr><br>Walter watched Miyoko's display of military professionalism while slowly rubbing his chin. With any other of the Warriors he would have told them to cut the act, but it would seem the little Kuritan took talking to her superiors seriously. Or anyone for that matter. She was a bit too solitary and when she actually did interact with the others she was so uptight it turned the others off. He watched her closely for a moment. She was a bit too Miyoko at the moment. Which meant she was hiding something.<br><br>"At ease, Miyoko. You are making me and yourself nervous with that drill act..."<br><br>He looked up at her Shadow Hawk and then back to her, watching every flinch and tic before he sighed heavily.<br><br>"So what are you going to buy for the money? Something lighter to fit in the Lance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 21:36:05</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Her jaw drops before she can snap her mouth shut with an audible clack. "How did you.. I mean, sorry Sir. Didn't mean to try and go around you, I would have told you.. " she realizes she is caught and hangs her head.<br><br>"Am sorry Sir, got a good offer that I can live well on for a while Sir. And am sure I can find a job someplace when the money runs out Sir." As usual, Miyoko is being very.. well Miyoko, her self hatred being reflected onto everyone else making her think everyone hates her as much as she hates herself.<br><br>"So, if you could perhaps see if I can get paid for that last mission, if i in deed get any pay for it after repairs that would be appreciated Sir." Her gaze not wavering from that spot on the floor, the shame all but radiating out of her. "Though I am sure the others will want to celebrate being rid of me Sir, so perhaps give them some of my pay to get a nice big cake."</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 03:44:26</strong>
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				Jack nodded as he listened, noting the tone in Elisa's voice as she spoke. <em>Doesn't like the MRBC, it seems. Though given what she said, I can't say that I blame her. On the other hand, that helps me even more.</em> “Seems that way. Such is the fate of the invisible nintey percent. Let's be fair; the MRBC makes its rules for the privileged few, and is run by the Dragoons to Jamie Wolf's personal standards. They tend not to care about the little guys as long as we pay our dues and stay on the books.”<br><br>He shook his head. “Sorry about that. I'm ranting at you and I didn't mean to. Talk about an awkward start.” That warranted a small, nervous smile. “Just something that makes me angry and all that.” <em>Play nice, apologise where needed and treat her right, and she'll be eating out of your hand while watching your back every step of the way.</em> He hadn't met any of the other yet, but he figured that having one person on-side when he did would help.<br><br>“So how about you?” Jack continued. “I mean, while I figure that sooner or later, I'll need to know what everyone in the team is running around in, but I must admit that I'm more then a little curious to know what you pilot. At the risk of sterotyping, you don't look like the light 'Mech type to me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 07:55:55</strong>
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				Maho actually looked honest-to-goodness EMBARRASSED as she coughed awkwardly into her fist. <strong>"Well . . the rebuild of the unit has been quite expensive, so I didn't want to bother Perkins with such a troublesome extra cost so soon . . . I HAVE been trying to take it easier on the old girl, but between those powered armor units we fought, and then those damned buggies, I haven't had a chance to slow things down as much as I wanted."</strong><br><br>Really, she figured she had a couple more real battles in the Sling before it really became a big enough problem to worry about . . . assuming she didn't take a gauss slug to the leg. Still, she didn't like how quickly he'd locked onto exactly what the problem was. <strong>"Really, all of my paycheck goes to supplementing the repair funds for my mech, and my food. I don't bother to buy any extra creature comforts because I can't really AFFORD it."</strong> Probably the reason why she had the most boring wardrobe ever, short of the clothes she'd brought with her when she joined the unit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 09:44:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Lounge&nbsp; -&gt; Mech Bay<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko, Walter<br><br><br><br>Seth sits at the table in the Lounge for a short while after Miyoko storms off, replaying the conversation in his head and trying to figure out where he'd went wrong. Finally he shakes his head as if to snap himself out of a daze. He wasn't into "ugly chicks" as she put it, far from it, ge just saw something in her... Something that he wanted to see more of. He then waves over to a tech he sees sitting at his own table in the lounge, fishing a wad of C-Bills out of his pocket and making sure they find their way to the guy's hand. "Make sure this board and the stone baskets get back to Miyoko's quarters, do you hear me? The mechwarrior, Miyoko." He says, making sure the tech knew exactly who he was talking about before he turns and sprints out of the lounge after her. <br><br>He takes a couple of wrong turns, assuming she'd go to the quarters, or some other women's only portion of the ship before he takes a couple of breaths and thinks to himself "Ok Seth, where else would a mechwarrior go when they need some personal time?" <br><br>He knows the answer instinctively before it even consciously comes to his mind, and immediately takes off for the mech bay, brushing hastily by anyone standing in the hallway without so much as a salute or a second glance.<br><br>He skids to a halt just inside the entry to the bay, catching the opening of Walter and Miyoko's conversation. He glances around and quickly ducks behind another mech, not wanting to intrude, but trying to get close enough to overhear the conversation casually. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 12:58:05</strong>
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				“Wolf’s a jerk, no doubt about it.” Elisa agreed. “He runs the MRBC for the benefit of his band and gets to make rules to their advantage. Hard luck if you don’t agree with that.” She paused and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I’m ranting and I know it. Truth is, mister Hennessy, you are not seeing me at my best right now.” The big debate now was weather to tell him what had happened herself and skew his opinion on a first meeting, or to have the ugly truth come out later? It wasn’t going to be pleasant either way.<br><br>“Anyway, since you did ask, I’ll say that you guessed something right.” She nodded, a small smile on her lips. “My ‘Mech is a vintage <em>Black Knight</em>, one that dates back to the Star Leauge.” There was more then a hint of pride in her voice as she spoke. “It’s been in my family for a few generations; my father piloted it before I did. It’s old, it’s battered and it’s definitely seen better days, but I wouldn’t trade my <em>Defiance</em> for anything.”<br><br>That warranted a smile. “So there you go. Our ‘Mechs have similar loadouts and ranges. A good start.”<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 18:34:47</strong>
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				Erich caught the tail end of Maho's commentary as he walked into the Dropship's mess, looking no worse for the wear than he did before the mission had begun. "And, considering almost all of my pay goes to rebuilding my 'mech after I keep pulling you guys out of the collective fire, we're on even footing."<br><br>He smiled slightly, collecting a trayful of 'stew' and planting himself at the head of the table, moving slightly more slowly than normal as a concession to his side. "Anyhow, It's good to see all of you sitting and chatting here; something we really need to do more often instead of keeping to our own schedules, hmm?" Tasting the stew, he grimaced and added some pepper to the concoction, while looking at each of the small group that had congregated in the ship's mess. Shifting slightly, he smirked and waved at the new doctor, who likely wasn't very pleased to see him upright and under his own power, despite the fact that medical technology was ensuring that he wouldn't do anything stupid, like try to pop a stitch.<br><br>"So, as I'm bored as hell watching the paint flake in the medbay, I figured I'd wander over and pester you kids. Anything on the news, or that you'd like to share?" He relaxed slightly, content to simply relax with the company of the people he fought with, and for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 21:29:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Ranna, Lily, Maho, Alroy, Erich<br><br><hr><br>Kara was enjoying simply being quiet and listening to the pilots talk about their Mech's. Granted a lot of it went right over her head, especially the more technical aspects, but it was always fun to listen to people discuss something with passion and these men and women clearly had that in spades as they spoke of their Mech's in the same tones she would have used discussing putting a particularly difficult wound back together. Being quiet also gave her the chance to get a feel for each of them as people and not just potential patients. Some doctors didn't like being personal with their patients, but Kara had always found that she did <em>better</em> work when she was personally vested in the patient then when it was just some stranger to her.<br><br>Mid-bite through her stew she suddenly let out a string of invective that made it clear, as almost nothing else could, that the young looking doctor had been spending plenty of time around Mech-jocks. Picking up her tablet, it was making a soft alarm noise, something that would have been easily missed if it hadn't made the pretty woman curse a blue streak...and in more than one language. Tapping the tablet a few times she made the sound stop, but her attention had shifted from the conversation at the table to watching the door.<br><br>In her experience people only went a few places when they left a med bay without authorization, and the mess hall was high on the list. If Erich didn't come walking in in a few moments she'd go looking for him.<br><br>She didn't have to go looking. A few minutes later, and in fresh clothing that told her he'd stopped by his own quarters, he was sitting down at the table with food of his own. Food she never would have let him eat on his own with all the damned drugs she'd been pumping into him!<br><br><em>"So, as I'm bored as hell watching the paint flake in the medbay, I figured I'd wander over and pester you kids. Anything on the news, or that you'd like to share?"</em><br><br>"How about the fact that you're a lousy patient," Kara said, her voice silky smooth and carrying an edge of sweetness that promised it was hiding nothing nice. Or the fact that most of the food on that plate will make you so violently ill that your stitches will rip <em>through</em> the tissues they're supposed to be holding together and I'll have to spend a couple hours re-doing my, very fine, work?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 21:37:34</strong>
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				He chuckled. "Doc, I'll be honest; I've spent the better part of twenty years patching myself up from battles, brawls, bludgeonings, stabbings, and similar brutality; getting shanked in the side with shrapnel isn't that new, and it's not been my first romp with coolant poisoning. Now, I'm trusting your judgement, but I'd appreciate it if you trusted the medical technology you work with; we may not be as equipped as NAIS, or Tharkad General Hospital, but I won't rip. Besides, meat, gravy, and potatoes isn't that bad, and I haven't eaten in the last twenty hours anyhow. Seems someone up in medical forgot to preselect an 'approved meal' before walking off while hoping I'd fall asleep."<br><br>Getting up from his seat, he moved around the table to sit next to her. "Now, if it'll make you feel better, I'll sit my ass right here and you can make sure I'm doing fine, but you're not going to be poking me with needles, unless you want everyone on the dropship to avoid you, for fear of getting a needle in the flank steak. And I know I'm a lousy patient, but I also know my limitations, and work within them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 22:30:39</strong>
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				Well to be honest that went better than Graff was expecting, no popped stitches or blood vessels (either Erich's or Kara's).&nbsp; But still Graff felt slightly skezzy for his hand in all of this as he slinks off into a corner to not draw attention to himself and any part he may have had in the CO's daring escape from the Med Bay.<br><br>Of course one can only go so far in a mess hall this size.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 04:32:48</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Janos, enjoying some cuisine in the Mess with <em>Alroy</em>, <em>Kara</em>, <em>Lily</em>, <em>Maho</em> and <em>Ranna</em>. Walter entering MechBay.</strong><br><hr><br>Janos listened intently to what Maho was saying, his tongue playing a little with his missing tooth behind his otherwise closed lips. In the end he was a bit surprised about this unit. Graff was just about running along casually in a Marauder that could become a statue at any moment and here this girl was just as casually using MASC like she really needed it in a speedy long range 'Mech like a Sling.<br><br>"You know, cutting down that cost is easy enough. I know speed is fun and all that, but the stress of a MASC on such a small unit is really going to show. Even if you do have an endo-steel frame the light weight and thin skeleton is more of a risk with MASC than with the regular stuff. The actuators must wear out pretty quickly, the additional stress might even end up bending some armor plates out of shape. If you were running a Dragon or Phoenix I could understand, they are a bit sturdier, but the speed output only really matters if you are in fights closer than those LRMs permits, and even then it's just a gamble, since if your joints freeze up..."<br><br>He slid his finger across his throat while making a <em>ka-boom</em> sound.<br><br>"It'd be a shame if such a cute girl got herself killed just for the need for speed. Free up some tons with that MASC and one of the LRMs and give it something more versatile instead."<br><br><hr><strong>Walter in MechBay with <em>Miyoko</em>.</strong><br><hr><br>Walter raised a brow and found himself scratching his beard again. This girl was becoming more down for every day that passed and it would soon end up breaking more than just her. Say what you want, she had more skill than she let herself express, obvious by the way she had managed to sneak out with all the salvage from last run. As she finished off her speech he simply shook his head.<br><br>"Denied, Shadowborn." He looked up at her Hawk. "How about I pay you double whatever those hacks at the Outreach markets are offering you and you go buy yourself something lighter. I know someone who might have a deal on a nice Commando or even a Raven if he still got his fingers in the Capellan pockets. We can give the Hawk to Janos or something, he'll have something to play around with and you can always take the girl for a spin every now and then."<br><br>He turned and started walking towards his Highlander, brushing off any protests Miyoko had to offer.<br><br>"I won't take no for an answer. Just make sure you have enough rooms in your new 'Mech for your bears."<br><br>As he arrived at MacLeod's feet he stopped and looked up at it. He had barely touched it since the last time he took it out. The techs had removed all the damaged parts, which made it look like a corpse someone had thrown acid in its face. He patted the old warmachine on its calf and smiled.<br><br>"No worries, old boy. I'll fix you up once we dock with the Jumper..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 21:36:24</strong>
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				Maho nodded to Janos, before raising a hand.<br><br><strong>"I understand that, but both of our recent battles have taken place in close quarters. If I hadn't had the MASC, my dear <em>Sling</em> would have had some quite serious damage by now . . . or maybe worse. I'm not adverse to swapping out one of the LRM's for something a little more close-up, but there's something to be said for having a 'mech that's likely the fastest on any battlefield it steps onto. That's a useful skill, when you need to outrun defense emplacements, among other things."</strong><br><br>Maho liked her masc, apparently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 08:04:05</strong>
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				“<em>Black Knight</em>. Niiice.” Jack smirked. He really was doing well here, hitting it off with a heavy 'Mech pilot straight out. And while he wasn't sure what her place in the unit was, experience told him that the people who could bring the most firepower usually commander the most respect. Besides, having someone who would back you up with a lot of firepower on the battlefield was allways useful.<br><br><em>Now if I could figure out why she wasn't with the rest of the team</em>. That was both a bad and a good thing. Bad because it meant he could be walking into some sort of personality clash or team politics or the like which never went well. Good because he could also potentially use that to his favour if he played his cards right. <em>But let's not rush into this. Take your time, Jack.</em><br><br>“So how's this?” He asked. “How about we get away from the observation deck and get a drink or the like? I'd like to know more about the team. Best way to do that is from an insider perspective, right?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 11:12:23</strong>
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				<hr><strong><em>Bastion</em>, docking with the <em>Citadel</em>.</strong><br><hr><br>As the empty space between the DropShip and JumpShip shrunk down in size, the crew and passengers of the smaller vessel got strapped in and ready for the loss of gravity that ensued as the last deceleration was accomplished through the awesome power of the SL-V250. Having sped through space in speeds that no vessel could achieve outside the cold vacuum of space, the 3600 ton ship with its heavy cargo was brought to a near halt. The last hour of approach was a slow paced puzzle with only two pieces. Problem was that it was put together with delicate use of retrothrusters, close cooperation between the two crews and of course, if you missed, it was good bye for both parties involved. Finally the clamps of the docking collar clasped around the Bastion and Perkins' voice was heard over the comms.<br><br>"Welcome to the Citadel, ladies and gentlemen. Home of the Kilroy Old Bones."<br><br>The air of the JumpShip was a pleasant surprise for the MechWarriors. It was rather clean, not smelling like a bucket of sweat and crud. It would seem this particular Invader-class retained its filtration units in pristine condition. It also boasted a hydroponic garden dome and an extended grav-deck with numerous recreational facilities, including a bar and restaurant, advanced medical bay and full sized gym. The time before they reached Outreach would be a pure delight compared to the days they had spent in the cramped space of the Bastion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 12:56:47</strong>
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				Any thoughts that Elisa might have had about taking up Jack’s offer were cast aside the instant she heard that the Dropship had docked. Making a half-hearted excuse, she all but sprinted from the observation lounge, headed down to the dropship airlock. She knew full well what she was going to find when she got there, but at the same time, she needed to see it first-hand and be reasdy to deal with what would happen next.<br><br><em>There’s no sense in avoiding it,</em> she told herself as she waited. <em>Get it out in the open, let them say what they want to and rip chunks off of you for what happened. You deserve it.</em> Two of them were missing, possibly dead, and there was no way that the team were going to let it past – especially to the person who should have been there.<br><br><em>Here we go. Whatever happens next is up to them</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 17:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Kara Gaius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Ranna, Lily, Maho, Alroy, Erich<br><br><hr><br>Listening to Erich, Kara simply glared at him. This was one problem with dealing with Pilots; they thought they knew their bodies better than their doctors did. Int he privacy of her own mind, and only there, she'd admit that sometimes they did. She wouldn't say that out loud however! In truth, he might know his reactions to such things better than she did, after all he'd been through them before, and she was just taking over his case, that didn't stop her from being annoyed at having her professional judgement questioned (especially by the damned units Commander) in front of everyone. It meant she'd have to work two to three times as hard to get the other hard headed Mech jockeys to listen to a damned thing she told them.<br><br>The look she shot him, as he sat next to her, promised that the next time he had to be in her med bay, he'd <em>stay</em> knocked the hell out for his entire visit!<br><br>"No one <em>forgot</em> anything. You didn't have a meal selected because the drugs running through your system induce nausea and vomiting in combination with food. That would be why you also had fluid bags connected to your IV, bags that contained all the nutrients and calories your body needed for the healing it was trying to do. Since you obviously don't trust my professional judgement, however, do as you'd like...just don't come to me to fix it if/when there are consequences," &nbsp;she added before turning her attention back to the other conversations around the table. <br><br>She was going to have to find a way to work amicably, or at least civilly, with the Commander, but just then she was angry enough to consider jabbing him directly in his stitches herself and figured ignoring him was her best course of action for the moment. If he'd teased her, or disregarded her instructions in the med bay, she'd probably have been laughing at his comments, but, here, in front of everyone else, he'd made it clear she didn't have any authority over her own area of expertise and that was ground that was always hard to regain. <br><br>Only when it seemed the meal might be starting to break up did she look back at Erich and this time she kept her voice pitched low enough that only he would hear her comments, "It's hard enough riding herd on Mech Pilots when they're wounded; if you wanted to be a fool and take a third again as long to heal because you won't listen to me, that fine, it's your business, making it blatantly obvious that there's no need to listen to me (after all their Commander didn't) and making my job twice as hard by your actions, isn't appreciated."<br><br>Rising from the table to take care of her tray and dishes she smiled at everyone else warmly, "It's been, instructional, meeting everyone, I hope I have the time to get to know you all better once we've reached the Dropship." To Erich she added, "If that starts to get infected come see me, otherwise don't bother my med techs with it again. It's all yours to take care of now," she added, her voice clipped but professional, though anyone that had heard her cursing earlier might think there was something she wasn't saying and that that probably was a good thing!<br><br><hr><br>As they connected with the Dropship she was still fuming slightly over the dinner conversation. Oh she should have known better than to leave in the first place, damned Pilots were entirely too independent for their own health (especially the ones that hadn't gone and gotten themselves blwon up in their first five years) but she wasn't certain how to alleviate her annoyance, or mend the rift her own sharp words had likely caused with the Commander. They were going to have to work together at times, at the very least he'd need reports when one of his Pilots was injured, so she was going to have to get over the fact that she couldn't control everything...apparently even in her own med bay...and learn to deal with it.<br><br>Drawing a few deep breaths she decided she'd try talking to Erich later, after everyone had had some sleep, and see if she couldn't find some civil footing, and a means of holding her temper with the infuriating man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 22:22:32</strong>
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				Graff made it through lunch without calling the attention to the fact that he MAY have played some part in Erich's exodus from the Medbay.&nbsp; The next couple of hours before docking was spend looking into Ranna's idea of configuring a mech into a 'simulator' mode, from what he's seen it may very well require a OS/Firmware level that is no where close to what his mech currently has.&nbsp; Another check box gets added to his Marauder to-do list, upgrading the computers and electronics as well as the electrical systems...each time Graff finds something else that needs to be done he takes comfort in the refit Erich was going to push for once they get to Outreach.<br><br>While he was looking over his Marauder, techs began to once again work on the battered Awesome under Janos's direction.&nbsp; It was amazing to watch him and the rest of the techs pull wire, reattach mymoer and replace damaged components.&nbsp; Things get even more amazing as the dropship slows to begin to dock and the forced gravity lessens, without missing a beat the techs continue their work as if they've lived in zero gravity all their lives.<br><br>It takes Graff a bit to get reaccustom to the lack of gravity as he goes to float up towards the Citadel and his quarters aboard their interstellar hopper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 00:15:10</strong>
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				The docking procedure went smoothly enough, all things considered when 'smoothly' involves mating 3500 tons of fusion-powered steel egg to a half-kilometre long metal spindle that doubled as the solar system's largest PPC at any one time. Erich simply watched in the microgravity caused by the dropship thrusters matching the Jumpship's 'speed', before using his left hand to pull himself to the Docking collar's airlock, which joined the Bastion and the Citadel together with a hiss of recycled oxygen and inert gases. In Erich's case, Doc Gaius' claim that the anti-toxin cocktail would interfere, entertainingly, with his digestive tract had turned out to be a minor exaggeration, though he didn't doubt that someone physically smaller than him would be in all sorts of gastric distress as his stomach rumbled unhealthily at him; either way, he didn't have time to afford the luxury of feeling sick, and the stitching in his side was holding quite neatly.<br><br>A few moments later, the airlock cycled open, pulling the big soldier from his thoughts as he watched several techs moving in to feed diagnostic hookups to the junction box just past the airlock, before his eyes landed on Elisa, who looked like she had just arrived at the Docking collar from the jumpship's side. "Welcome back, Elisa. How was your temporary stint as a Jumpship Marine?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 19:55:40</strong>
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				Maho politely excused herself from the mess once they got close to the jumpship, moving away to wait out the docking in solitude. Eventually though she began walking around the hallways again, eager to enjoy being able to 'stretch her legs' in the jumpship. More importantly though, was the fact that she was hunting down Walter. Knowing the grump, he could be damn near anywhere on either the dropship OR the jumpship . . . but she'd find him eventually. She always did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 11:58:55</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Walter, Grav Dome with Maho.</strong><br><hr><br>As the docking procedure was done, Walter didn't waste any time. He made his way past Elisa, giving her a pat on the shoulder and an encouraging greeting before he started looking for the way towards the domes. He hated microgravity. It was a pain in the ass to float around with little to no control. The others seemed to live with it as if they were born with it, but Walter found himself clumsy and wholly unable to differentiate direction. As soon as he stopped anywhere he began to spin and lose control. It was not just a pain in the ass. It was his arch-nemesis. It took him about double the time to get to the grav-lock into the grav-dome since he had to stop and read signs or ask for direction every other feet. The gravity in the dome was at a pleasant 1:1 ratio As he stood there with a rather dull expression on his face, he heard the door open behind him and turned to see Maho entering. He hoped that this wasn't official business. He had had it up to here with paperwork and complaints.<br><br>"Hello there, Maho. What can I help you with?"<br><br><hr><strong>Janos, Docking area with others.</strong><br><hr><br>On the final approach Janos and the techs had worked with the Elemental battle armor, fitting it into a micro-grav transport harness. While he could probably do ballet in that condition, he preferred to work in normal gravity. It was so much easier for him to do his research and engineering when things didn't float away from him. As such he had talked with Perkins about getting a small workshop in the grav dome, which knowing the importance of the project and a little grease with his words, he had been granted. Now he was guiding the techs with the one ton armor con harness through the dock towards the dome.<br><br>"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen!" He smiled widely as he tried to get the MechWarriors with welcoming party to step out of the port to give him some space. "Elemental coming through."<br><br>He stopped for a moment and looked at the woman waiting for them. Was every merc-group filled to the brim with beautiful women, or had he just been lucky. He could see it on her though. She was the serious kind. And the seious kind never got along well with him. Even so he flashed her a brief smile before he continued to guide the battle armor past the pilots.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 18:16:48</strong>
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				Why was it always the LAST place you look? Maho finally managed to find Walter and gave him a nod in greeting, before moving up closer to him. She had to admit that the hydroponic dome was pretty cool, and she'd like to really look around it at some point, but she was here to chat with Walter and not mess around with plants.<br><br><strong>". . . Hi." </strong>Typical Maho, being so anti-soci- <strong>"I was wondering how you're doing, Walter? We haven't really had a chance to . . . talk, since the Elemental thing. How are you holding up?"</strong> Good LORD, Maho was being sociable. What was this world coming to?! The young woman looked downright BASHFUL!
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 19:28:55</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Walter, Grav-Dome with Maho.</strong><br><hr><br>Walter raised a brow at the small Kuritan. She always found the most awkward ways to be sociable on available. If he put her and Miyoko next to each other he would have had a hard time figuring out which one of them were the most socially handicapped. Then again he wouldn't win any trophies either.<br><br>"I'm fine, Maho. Just trying to find something other to do than paperwork. Though Perkins is going to take care of that one we reach Outreach."<br><br>Perkins in his eternal wisdom had gone ahead and bought a new DropShip and some additional reinforcements. Among those an armored company and some more ASFs to fill up the ranks. All paid with most of the company's earnings from their last two missions. Of course after all expenses and paychecks had been signed, but still. That was some risky business. Hopefully the deals with the other mercs on Outreach would go over well and earn them back some of that.<br><br>"How about you, Maho? We lost two back there. How are you holding up?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 22:14:05</strong>
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				As the techs, Walt, and Maho all scarpered into the jumpship with varying degrees of proficiency due to the microgravity causing them to drift slightly while floating in the nearly nonexistent gravity, Erich beckoned Elisa towards the 'Mech bay, just in time to nearly clothesline the new tech, accidentally, of course, with the warrior's heavily-muscled arm. Neatly using the lack of gravity to swing himself around the harnessed, inert armour, which looked to be heading towards the Jumpship's gravity deck, Erich rolled his eyes. "C'mon. May as well show you the butcher's bill, instead of just talking about it. Gives you time to check over your beastie and give it the once-over, too."<br><br>With the ease of practice, Erich swiftly found his way 'down' to the Mech bay, where he was not at all surprised to see his 'Mech stripped of all of the torn and shattered armour plate that had been barely hanging onto the Awesome's frame when he had returned to the Dropship; between the low lighting signifying that the Dropship was on its 'night' cycle, and the combination of red support lighting, the occasional blue-white flare of welding torches, and the shadows created by the massive 'mechs nestled in their repair cradles gave the Mechbay a rather spooky air; the silent spectres, like ancient suits of armour ringing a grand chamber, waiting to be brought into battle once more for glory and honour.<br><br>Erich leaned slightly against a rather solid support bar, hooking his right ankle behind one of the vertical supports to prevent his floating off due to a careless nudge as he looked at the 'Mechs that stood in the bay. He paused, musing more to himself than any audience. "I won't make bones about it. We got jumped by more forces than we expected and paid for it." His eyes flicked over to the Bay where Yamina's Locust would normally be; at the moment the capellan 'guest's Raven stood in the bay, waiting to be disembarked at Outreach with its pilot. "Going to need to talk to the Orion pilot some, but I think he'll stick on. The Raven pilot's already made her decision, so she's off once we make planetfall on Outreach. Then it'll be a case of hiring on new ones, and sticking them into lance organization so everything makes sense, again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 03:36:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Seth Lengheardt<br>&nbsp;<strong>Mech:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br>&nbsp;<strong>Call Sign:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Blackjack&nbsp; </em><br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Lounge&nbsp; -&gt; Mech Bay<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Miyoko<br><br><br><br>Seth waits out the conversation between Miyoko and Walter, stepping out from behind the mech as Walter walks off as if it were perfectly natural for him to be back there. He walks up to Miyoko cautiously then, sure that she has a lot on her mind after that last conversation. <br><br>"Hey," He begins, making sure she sees him before he continues. "I've been looking for you all over, before I finally realized where you might go when you need to think... You said a lot of stuff back there to me and then left before I could explain, so I was hoping I could..."<br><br>He pauses, collecting his thoughts and deciding what to say before he continues, since with what she'd just been talking about with Walter, he thought he might never get another chance to say them. "Look, maybe I was too forward earlier with the brushing your lip thing and everything, the stuff we were saying, but I need to tell you that I meant it. I don't find you "ugly," or however you put it, I find you interesting and different, which is very attractive to me. Yes, I do tend to go for girls that are... 'off the beaten path,' you might say, but that's just because those are the girls that I find have the most underneath the hood, and so far well... You have something that is keeping me coming back for more. Hellfire, I haven't played checkers or chess in years - since the University, and there I was excited about playing Go with you..." He pauses there again, uncomfortable, glancing around the mechbay as he hears the announcements of the jumpship docking. <br><br>"I don't know... I just thought you should know that before you go and... Do whatever it was that you were going to do on Outreach." He says quietly, not exactly sure what her next step was going to be. He'd heard the offer that Walter had given her, an attractive offer to stay with the company to be sure, and something Seth would definitely prefer, but he knew that despite the offer, someone as determined as Miyoko might just want out and would take any opportunity that she could get to do so, even if it wasn't as good of an offer as Walter had presented. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 13:53:14</strong>
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				If Erich was angry or upset at her, then he didn’t let it show. Elisa nodded and went along with him for the moment, following his lead. Up close, seeing the ‘Mechs in their half-stripped state made it even more clear just how bad things had gotten on-world, with the growing impression that the team had been lucky to get out with what they had and taking relatively few losses. It reminded her a lot of how the Cavaliers had looked after their last mission, which wasn’t pretty.<br><br><em>You’re not to blame,</em> she told herself. <em>This would have been a disaster no matter what. Your being there would not have changed the coutcome.</em><br><br>“Understood there. If there’s anything I can do to help get things back in shape, then let me know.” She wasn’t going to ask about the <em>Raven</em> pilot; whatever had happened there was their own business. Instead she considered what else Erich had said. “And I agree with you that we need to start with the organizational structure and work from there. I think the team could use a bit better structuring myself; who reports to who and all that.”<br><br>She glanced back a moment. “I’ve met Jack, the new guy. He’s either another small-timer on the up and up, or a sack of crap who’s lying through his teeth. Can’t decide which.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 14:38:31</strong>
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				Erich nodded slightly. "Yep. I'll likely be keeping Alroy, Graff and You in the command lance, which doubles as the 'Shoot everything' lance." Shifting slightly, he looked at Elisa, then seemed to smile for a moment. "Look; we're very likely to be getting a medium-term garrison mission to help recover from the last two missions we dealt with. That will be good for the unit as a whole, as it'll let us work together without being shot at... as often, at least, and let us help build the bonds that we honestly do need to work on."<br><br>He paused, rubbing his chin as he thought about some things. "In regards to the full-on Organizational structure, well, for the moment, it's a two-step system at the moment. I'm the top of the pyramid, and everyone else is one step down. Once we've finally banged out our last recruit to get this crew up to company-strength, then we'll start assigning lance commanders to babysit the rookies. Give you a few weeks of co-operative training and sparring and you just might get bumped up to a lance command slot yourself, depending on how things do. Considering your history, you probably have the most experience doing things like that, but you'd still have to earn your stripes here."<br><br>Drifting slightly, he caught himself by grabbing the support rail once more. "As for the new 'Hawk pilot, what gives you the feeling that's he's on the up, compared to him being another conman, grifter, thief, or generalized jackass?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 22:31:38</strong>
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				Maho frowned a bit as Walter pointed out their losses, hesitating before she spoke up again. <strong>". . . You promoted me to lance leader, and I failed. I didn't earn their trust and respect, and they got themselves killed because of it. At the very least, I should have have done something more to support them . . . perhaps if I hadn't been in such a rush to hit the power plant, I would've been close enough to keep the Atlas from killing them with my LRMs."</strong><br><br>Maho was never particularly happy when they lost men. When Old Bones had died, she'd been damn near catatonic for a while, especially considering how much she looked up to the ornery old bastard. Despite her generally stoic exterior, she had a good bit of empathy deep down in her. Of course, there was also her perfectionist streak aggrevating her.<br><br><strong>". . . I'll be fine eventually though. I always am. I'm more concerned about you. I know you're likely sick of hearing people talk about it, but it must be rough losing your ability to pilot a 'Mech. You're one of the hearts of this unit, so I want to make sure that you're okay. Even a little."</strong> Weirdly poetic of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 10:05:53</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion Mess/Mechbay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Ranna sat and listened to the conversation, not really having much of an input on anything.&nbsp; She could never understand the point of MASC technology on mechs but Janos and Maho seemed to truly believe it was helpful.&nbsp; Stealth and cunning and brute force were the keys to good mech tactics, accelerated myomers only helped you do one thing, run when you got in trouble.&nbsp; Picking at her food Ranna grinned as the thought slid through her mind.&nbsp; How many times had she found herself in enough trouble to need to run she wondered.&nbsp; <br><br>The back and forth banter between the new doctor and Erich was tense but nothing less than what one would expect on ship full of mechwarriors.&nbsp; Ranna found herself respecting Kara for standing up to Erich's attitude.&nbsp; Ranna didn't think she would have been much better of a patient, heaven knows she'd been in medbays and hospitals enough throughout her life, but it was necessary to show the unit where she stands on disregarding her treatments.&nbsp; <br><br>Hearing the announcement for deceleration and docking, Ranna excused herself from the table, stopping to give Lilly a soft pat on the shoulder and a quick friendly smile she returned to the bunks.&nbsp; It dawned on Ranna that she really hadn't had much sleep since they left the planet.&nbsp; Resting quietly in her bunk for deceleration, Ranna played out the events of the last mission in her mind to determine where she could have done more.&nbsp; Hiro and Yamina hadn't kept a safe distance to be supported by either Miyoko or herself, not that Ranna or Miyoko could have done much against an Atlas.&nbsp; The plan had been flawed, they all knew that.&nbsp; Ranna kept going over the debrief in her mind until she finally decided, <em>it was time to act not talk!</em><br><br>Realizing this was how she ended up leaving the Dragoons, Ranna pushed herself out of her bunk now that the ships were docked.&nbsp; Pulling on her well worn leather jacket, she deftly allowed herself to use the motions to guide her through the weightless spaces.&nbsp; Weightlessness meant one thing to Ranna; speed.&nbsp; Like a spider on a web, Ranna quickly pulled herself through the hallways of the Bastion until she met the catwalk to the mechbay.&nbsp; Seeing Erich on the deck talking to Elisa, she grinned, throwing herself over the catwalk and slowly letting herself drift towards the deck.&nbsp; Landing a few feet away from Erich and Elisa, Ranna floated&nbsp; up, grabbing a nearby bar, hoping she wasn't interrupting something private.&nbsp; "Hey Elisa, good to see you.&nbsp; You missed a hell of a fight."&nbsp; She said looking at the half repaired Awesome.&nbsp; Looking over towards Erich she continued, "Erich, if you have a few moments i'd like to talk to you about our Lance structure and some suggested changes."&nbsp; The devilish grin on her face alluded to her about to step into the shit completely to anyone who knew Ranna well, but she hoped Erich and Elisa only read determination on her face.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 14:52:40</strong>
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				“Let me put it this way.” Elisa finally spoke. “Jack has either been screwed over by past employers as the MRBC as badly as I was, or he’s tailored a story to suit my needs and ingratiate himself to me in order to give him a way into the unit. Either way, I’m going to do a bit of digging when I get back to Outreach.” That warranted a shrug. “Don’t mention I said that, by the way. I don’t want to appear to be paranoid or undermining a new team member in front of everyone, especially if I’m wrong.”<br><br>“On the other matter, I’m happy to go with whatever decisions you feel are best for the team at this point. It’s not like I have much room to argue, all things being equal.” She nodded to Erich. “I’d, ah, like to review the battleROMs from the operation and see what happened there and the like, see what we can learn from the mess and such.” <em>And to see if I could have done anything, but that looks more and more like it would have been a negative anyway.</em><br><br>She nodded to Ranna as the other woman approached. “Hey there. I was just talking with Erich about what happened planetside. A part of me’s glad I missed it, but at the same time, I wish I could have done more to help y’all out.” That gave a small smile of encouragement. “So anything I can help you with?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 18:53:55</strong>
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				Erich smiled slightly and nodded at both Elisa and Ranna. "I'll see what I can do about letting the company have access to the battleROM recordings, if only so people can brag about how many kills they got while completing their missions. Personally, I'd have loved to get ahold of the Spider and Locust's ROMs, too, so I can see what the hell they were doing for the two fastest 'mechs in the inner sphere get jumped by an Atlas, of all things; Hell, even my Brick is more nimble than one of those slab-sided monstrosities."<br><br>He shrugged slightly, the movement setting him adrift until he pulled himself back down to the deck with a subtle movement of his right foot against the railing he had next to him, the movement letting him lean close to Elisa for a moment, allowing him to whisper so only she could hear it. "If Jack's on the level, he'll be welcome. If he's trying to pull a grift, well, we'll keep his 'mech and introduce him to the lift torch of a dropship. We take care of our own after all."<br><br>Erich's attention returned to Ranna, the years of experience telling him that she was going to say something stupid, but he decided to entertain her anyhow. He paused for a moment, looking at the stripped-down hulk of the Awesome he had been piloting for nearly twenty years; it always pained him to see the damage dealt to the massive 'mech, even moreso as his personal mission had not succeeded. Shaking off some unbidden memories, the veteran's attention returned to the Hatchetman pilot. "Alright, let's hear it. and, just so you know, Lance structures will be in a 'free-floating' form until after we've picked up another contract; It'll do us all good to work together in Lance Elements so we can see how our various 'mechs can work together, instead of just having me and Alroy playing hopscotch with big guns."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 20:10:46</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion Mess/Mechbay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><em> “Hey there. I was just talking with Erich about what happened planetside. A part of me’s glad I missed it, but at the same time, I wish I could have done more to help y’all out.” That gave a small smile of encouragement. “So anything I can help you with?”</em><br><br>"We could have used some of your firepower and field experience down there that's for sure."&nbsp; She said with a smile to Elisa.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Alright, let's hear it. and, just so you know, Lance structures will be in a 'free-floating' form until after we've picked up another contract; It'll do us all good to work together in Lance Elements so we can see how our various 'mechs can work together, instead of just having me and Alroy playing hopscotch with big guns."</em><br><br>Hearing bits and pieces of the conversation Ranna felt the discussion of battleROM's was a nice tie into her thoughts.&nbsp; Well for starters, I agree we should be taking battleROM's from every mission.&nbsp; I've always found using your own mistakes as debriefing points tends to focus the debriefs more and helps with training."&nbsp; She shifted her weight and locked her foot on a nearby pole to keep herself steady as she prepared for the final assault.&nbsp; "Which brings me to my main issue.&nbsp; I've attempted to mention this to Walt a few times over the past few months, but he's less inclined to listen to my ideas, so I figure I'd work through you as the active commander. Reaching up to push her hair back into a pony tail which she tied off with an elastic band she continued.&nbsp; "I think we need to better utilize our experienced mechwarriors and proven leaders more if we expect to have effective missions in the future.&nbsp; And yes, I'm talking about myself.&nbsp; The events of the last two mission should be a fair example towards the composition and leadership of the Lances.&nbsp; First mission we sent out a mixed recon unit led by a guy who's never been in combat.&nbsp; Nothing against Graff, but probably not the best choice.&nbsp; Second you put Maho in charge of again, a mixed recon lance expecting little resistance.&nbsp; We all know how that turned out."&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna was trying to keep the frustration off her face.&nbsp; She had thought this out and one way or another she was going to sink or swim with this argument.&nbsp; "I'm sure you've read my service record and you know I've seen my share of action.&nbsp; You know I'm an excellent mechwarrior and I don't think I would have been put in charge of a Lance in the Dragoons if I wasn't a good leader.&nbsp; Regardless of what people think of the Dragoons, they produce good officers.&nbsp; She looked from Erich to Elisa and back, not really concerned with what Elisa might think of her assertions.&nbsp; "Lets keep from limping back from another embarrassing mission.&nbsp; Give me a chance to help you lead the unit both in tactics and training."&nbsp; There, she'd said it.&nbsp; There was no going back now.&nbsp; She felt the anxiety of a fight similar to the one that caused her to leave the Dragoons, but deep down inside she hoped it didn't happen.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 21:16:34</strong>
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				Erich listened politely, his face rather impassive, until Ranna had said what she had wanted to say. Raising his hand, he began ticking points off on his fingertips, curling his fingers down towards the palm of his hand after each point made. "Firstly, unless you've tampered with your battle computer, battleroms of the last 200 hours are recorded while the mech is considered 'on' Nothing stops you from collecting the logs on your datapad. If you want to discuss what you feel you did wrong in a mission, and how to improve it, that's why my 'office' has an open-door policy when it's not the middle of the night."<br><br>A second finger curled downwards. "Secondly, I don't much appreciate you all but saying that recon being ambushed by an Assault Mech is directly my fault. I am not a mind-reader, and we were working with intelligence that was, frankly, limited. Unless you knew we were going to be dropping into a city full of a Reinforced Battalion, mostly made up of heavies, which is about when I ask you why you withheld that information if you did know. You can blame me all you want because Hiro and Yamina were taken down in an ambush, but you have to ask yourself why they didn't see, or notice their mech's sensors going berserk at them once a hundred tons of metal started moving towards them."<br><br>Instead of ticking off points, he pointed a thick finger at Ranna. "As for Maho, she and I don't get along well. that's fine. She's also been Piloting that Sling of hers since before you learned what the cockpit of a 'mech is, and is a superlative scout, considering the limitations of being wrapped in twenty-five tons of metal during an attempt to be sneaky. No, I'm not going to snub someone because I don't know them as well as I do the people who've had my back over the last half-decade I've worked with them, but, as far as we both know, no matter what your file says, You're a relative unknown to me. This mission, if intel had been right, would have been the perfect testing ground to see how Well she does in command. It's not her fault that things went pear-shaped. Clear?"<br><br>Ticking off a third finger, he closed his hand and rested it against the railing he was mostly-leaning against. "As for this mission being an embarassment, Let's use some cold, hard numbers. Both Primary Objectives, Successful. Both Secondary Objectives, Successful. Battle Damage; Two light 'mechs destroyed, two Assaults Heavily Damaged, Minor armour damage and minor actuator siezures to the rest of the company. Enemy Battle Damage; Minimum Fourteen Heavy 'Mechs Destroyed, Minimum one lance of Medium Mechs Destroyed, Minimum two Light mechs Destroyed, One Star-League Era Pillager Destroyed, Minimum Eight heavy and Assault mechs Crippled, Minimum Twelve Light Combat Vehicles Destroyed. Those are the numbers. If you're feeling embarassed because things went to crap, because of bad intel, I have a lesson for you, Ranna. It's called 'No Plan Survives Contact With the Enemy'."<br><br>Folding his arms across his chest, he didn't move in the microgravity due to his foot still holding him in place against the railing's support bar. "You do make some good points, but, until further notice, the company has no lance leaders at the moment, as I have to figure out a proper way to get you lot to learn how to work together and complement each other in battle, instead of doing your own thing. We clear on this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hagetakabob</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 04:33:51</strong>
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				Jack had maintained a respectful distance, letting Elisa get whatever it was that was bothering her off her chest (He had things he'd like to get off her chest, but that could wait) before following up. He'd quietly made his way through the Dropship – a typically shabby example of the species – before arriving at the 'Mech bay, eyes immediately falling on the metal titans round the room. <em>Now I'm impressed</em><br><br>Even allowing for the understrength unit and how battered they were, there was no denying the sheer power present here. While a massive <em>King Crab</em> was the largest of the machines present, the others spoke volumes about what he was dealing with. An <em>Axeman</em>, an <em>Orion </em>and a <em>Marauder </em>added to that aura of power, while other 'Mechs supported them in turn, including an odd missile-armed light that he didn't recongise.<br><br>He spotted Elisa, floating by a battered <em>Awesome </em>with two others. The first was a cute redhead, not as big or rough as Elisa, but at the same time no less appealing for it. The second, however, was more impressive; a titan of a man, round-shouldered and barrel chested, he looked for all the world like the Awesome behind him made flesh. The guy had an air of authority and power to him that screamed 'I'm the boss', a fact reinforced by the dressing down he was giving the Redhead.<br><br><em>Guess it's time to make myself known.</em><br><br>He floated towards the three of them, giving Elisa a nod. “Good to see you again.” He grinned, before turning to the other two. “Jack Hennesy, the new guy. Sorry I missed the show.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 04:21:00</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">She looks up as Seth approaches still a bit shook up by Walter, the man always made her fear for her life really and she is glad when he walked away after only a brief exchange of words. She is now sure he has every message intercepted so she makes a note to only use other channels when not on the ship itself. She pushes all such thoughts aside and listens to Seth as he explains himself and when he is done she just nods.<br><br>"As I said, I don't do such things. Don't take it personal, but I rather slit my own throat then have some man stick.. a .. thing.. in me. Then again, perhaps that isn't saying much when it comes to me. I am Kuritan after all, we are very good at that." She gives a little smile that is perhaps meant to be teasing but only comes across as another gesture of her fatalistic nature.<br><br>"Tell me, why should I stay? I am not part of the team, several people openly hates me. Me and one other warrior pretty much are at within inches of drawing cold steel with the intent of murdering each other. And you saw Walter..." she grinds her teeth in frustration, the one person she has looked up towards since she came aboard now treats her like all the others do. Like a leper, as little contact as possible. She crosses her arms under her small breasts and leans against the leg of her Hawk, she isn't looking forward to the next stage of the trip. She absolutely hates the lack of proper gravity and her mech is already stocked up with food so she has to leave it as little as possible. Her little bunk completely unused as despite orders she refuses to use it.<br><br>"I mea.." she looks up to see Elisa and Erich talking with some stranger not far from them.<br><br>"I.. need to go, eh.. Ill be in my mech if you need me." Her eyes practically shooting daggers at the other woman and not for the last time she is tempted to get her gun but.. well public murder is usually a bad idea.<br><br>"Keep the Go board, learn it... perhaps it will help you to grow" She gives a little sad smile, "to late for me anyway. But you are still young and, optimistic. Its almost cute, almost." She pulls a small knife out of the sheath along her spine and twirls it between her fingers and then with a quick slash drags it across her cheek and blood wells up and slowly drips down along her chin. "Some may be beautiful on the inside, I am not. Only thing keeping me going is hatred, and anger. But.. like all such things, sooner or later they burn out.. or up.. So stay away so you dont get immolated on the pyre as well."</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 17:41:59</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion Mess/Mechbay<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Ranna didn't let her face show any emotion to Erich's response.&nbsp; She had expected some sort of blow back from him.&nbsp; She found the notion that he felt she was blaming him to be a bit humorous, but showed nothing and waited till he was finished.&nbsp; As he closed his speech, Ranna simply smiled.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, I thought we were trying to improve the unit.&nbsp; For the record, I never suggested or believed that you were in any way responsible for what happened to Yamina and Hiro.&nbsp; Their loss was a tragic example of how little planning and training we do as a unit.&nbsp; But you proved my point exactly, we had little to no intel which led to a very limited plan, which led to being ambushed by a superior force in a urban environment.&nbsp; Had the whole company been involved in the planning and the execution, there would have been a sense of ownership in the plan and we might have avoided some unfortunate losses.&nbsp; Which by the way is a great way to bring a unit like this together quickly.&nbsp; As for my time in a mech, or my skill as a mechwarrior, I've been piloting Mechs since I was fifteen, aside from you and Walt I've probably got more combat related kills than anyone in this unit."&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna looked over at Elisa for a minute, composing her thoughts, before turning back to Erich.&nbsp; "The truth of the matter Erich, is that when things don't go right is when you find out the true nature of a person.&nbsp; How they handle stress, how they respond to threat and how they lead.&nbsp; I respect Maho and her skill as much as I respect everyone on this company.&nbsp; It takes skill and cunning to hop in a mech and ride fire, but some people just can't lead soldiers in combat.<br><br>Letting the moment sink in for a moment, Ranna smiled her usual mischievous grin.&nbsp; "I've always believed that talk is cheap and actions speak volumes.&nbsp; I'm clear with letting things go the way you want, but I would like you to consider using my skill as a trainer and a experienced mechjock to help you restructure the unit and figure out the best way to use our assets to our advantage."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 18:13:23</strong>
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				Erich rubbed the bridge if his nose with two fingers, then shrugged. "Sorry for snapping at you Ranna; It's been a hard few days, and the stitches in my side aren't making my temper any nicer. As for the somewhat-mistaken assumption in regards to your tone, well, you don't become a Hauptmann in the LCAF without having all the shit roll uphill and downhill. Old habits, hard to break, so on and so forth. It's not much of an excuse, so, let's call things square on that regard. Now, this isn't exactly the best time and place to have this sort of discussion, so if you'll want to postpone it until we can have a proper sit-down talk about your ideas, then we might be able to hammer some stuff out."<br><br>He paused, then chuckled slightly. "You also forgot that Alroy's been using that Crab of his to hunt Heavies and Assaults for the last Twenty years; His Kill count, if he ever bothered to actually count, probably exceeds entire battalions by now. I long ago gave up on even pretending to count my kills; I usually made Walt tally them up because I was busy rebuilding my 'mech to care about adding more markers to it."<br><br>Turning his head slightly, he noticed the newcomer drifting towards the small group, then nodded slightly. "Mister Hennesy. As for 'missing the show', well, the longer you're in any unit, the more of a show you get."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 14:58:19</strong>
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				Elisa listened to the exchange, not commenting and merely observing the discourse. It was interesting, to say the least, and told her a lot about what had happened. Experience had taught her that all the BattleROMs in the world were no match for first-hand knowledge, and that hearing what happened from those who were there would tell her so much more. All the indications were that the mission had become a total fiasco, with faulty intel, a lack of planning and a far stronger then expected opposition. As horrible as it sounded, it was seeming more and more like the team were lucky to have only lost two of their number.<br><br>Ranna was proving to be interesting, as if she was confirming a lot of what Elisa had thought about the Dragoons. <em>Arrogant, thinks she’s better then everyone and thinks that she’s always right.</em> Erich’s demolition of her also give her a small measure of confidence in him and his willingness to stand up to others. <em>Which hopefully will be a good demonstration,</em> she added, glancing at Jack.<br><br>“Jack Hennesy, this is Erich Oststein and Ranna Kinnok.” She began. “Erich’s pretty much the boss of the team and calls the shots in the field. Ultimately you’ll be answering to him.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 19:53:20</strong>
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				Erich nodded slightly at Elisa's commentary towards the newest arrival, the veteran pausing to look over at the mostly-gutted Awesome. Something he saw caused him to frown, and jerk his thumb towards the exit of the 'mechbay. "I'm going to have to have words with some of the repair crew. Seems some bright spark figured he could either cut a few corners, or just make a temporary repair and just slap a patch on the damaged reactor shielding."<br><br>Turning his head back to the small group around him, Erich's look of concern overpowered his typical scowl. "That means we'd best move out of this part of the Mechbay, because the reactor's still leaking."<br><br>Whatever else was going to be said by any member of the group was swiftly and completely precluded by the mad scramble to move ~far~ away from the damaged Awesome, made both easier, and harder, due to the microgravity the dropship was currently in, due to being hooked up to the unit's jumpship. Erich waited until the two ladies and the newcomer were clear of the Mechbay before leaving, using the dropship's intercom system to order the lead astech to his office for a talk, before carefully planting his mag-sole boots onto the dropship's deck plating outside the mechbay, so he didn't have to 'float' inside the massive bay. "You had best get a good scan and decontamination via the doctor; Don't need you kids glowing in the dark."<br><br>Looking at the trio of mechwarriors, he nodded to himself. "All told, we probably got slightly more than a day at the beach, but it's still a good idea to be safe; this stuff does add up over the years."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 06:20:28</strong>
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				Outreach; a warm, dry world that had for centuries languished in obscurity before undergoing one of the most dramatic renaissances in the history of the Inner Sphere. After being gifted to Wolf’s Dragoons in 3030, the world had reinvented itself, changing from a largely forgotten backwater save for a few relics of past glories into the thriving hub of the Inner Sphere’s mercenary industry.<br><br>Nowhere was this change more evident then Harlech, the planets capitol. The Mercernary trade dominated every part of it, from the lofty spires of the Hiring Hall and the Dragoons towers to the slums and dead-end bars of Temptown, everything, sooner or later, came back to the one industry. Mercenary offices, agents, brokerages; accommodation in all forms from five-star hotels to flophouses; weapons dealers from across the Sphere as well as the local GM-Blackwell industries and every other conceivable thing a hired soldier could want.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 14:25:53</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Dragoon's Tower, <em>Erich</em> and <em>Ranna</em>.</strong><br><hr>As the two Mercenaries approached the grand gate of the gleaming, slick tower from across the filled plaza in front of it, the guards at the entrance tensed up and one held up a hand to his ear, clutching the stock of his light rifle before holding up a hand for all to see. The guards immediately fell back into their relaxed conversations and jokes as if nothing had ever happened and the apparent leader walked up to Erich and Ranna with a nod as only introduction.<br><br>"You are clear. I am to escort you to a meeting chamber where Captain Archibald Karnov will bee seeing you. After the meeting is over I'll escort you out. You will stay with me at all times or be shot for trespassing, clear?"<br><br>Without waiting for confirmation the stiff guard turned around and started leading them through the now slowly opening gates. People out on the plaza stopped for a momment and watched, with some young mercs going as far as making a longing sigh. Once inside though, the corridors where dark, much more so than Ranna would have remembered. Probably a precaution for their honored guests. They were lead to a small side room with little more than a table and three chairs. And of course Captain Karnov, who gave Ranna a pleasant smile that didn't entirely reach his dark eyes. <br><br>Last time she had seen him he had been a young sub-lieutenant. Now he stood here in the extravagant dress uniform of a Captain. Despite it all he was a rather nice person, but he was also good at traversing the political underbelly of the Dragoon's and for that matter House galas, which meant he had perfected the fake smile to such a degree that he couldn't express himself in any other way. This of course lead anyone meeting him to tense up in the fashion that anyone meeting the taxman on payday would. But then again, he was very nice. He pulled his long hair back with one hand, holding the other on the hilt of his dress sword, before he approached them around the table.<br><br>"Ranna, what a pleasant surprise. I hope mercenary life is treating you well." He turned his grin towards Erich next and gave a slight bow. "Commander Oststein I presume. An honor, I had the pleasure of reading up on you before this meeting, color me impressed. Have a seat, order a drink or some food, it will arrive shortly..."<br><br>He corrected his uniform before having a seat himself and crossed his leg in such manners that he might as well have been born princeling into one of the great Houses. He always had been a proper man, which was why he was often chosen to handle public affairs such as this. Ranna knew better than to relax though. While no one could really point out anything bad about him the same could be said about his good sides. He had an ear for undertones and eyes for seeing through lies, as well as a silvered tongue fit for meeting with House officials.<br><br>"So, I understand you have something to bring to the negotiations. Mind telling me what that could be?"<br><br><hr><strong>Mercenary Review Board offices, <em>Graff</em>, <em>Walter</em> and <em>Perkins</em>.</strong><br><hr>The cab ride towards the MRB-offices wasn't very pleasant for Graff. It wasn't terrible, but Walter and Perkins was discussing something in Swedish or whatever it was on the way. Worse was that he could swear he heard his name mentioned a few times, each time with Perkins punctuating it with a quick glance over at the young MechWarrior. They hadn't made it clear why he should come to the meeting with the Grays, Walter had only told him it would be a good experience. Perkins on the other hand was going to meet with some reps from the MRB on Galatea, some as he said it "snooty higher-ups in the ComStar holy order". <br><br>When they finally arrived it was all a bit underwhelming. It was an office building like any other with a very plain sign spelling out Mercenary Review Board. As they entered they came to a lobby where an ordinary receptionist told them to have a seat while they waited. After a while a dozen men in strange white robes approached and Perkins stood up, greeting the one with the most jewellry before walking with them towards a meeting room. As they had disappeared into a corridor, Walter leaned over to Graff.<br><br>"Alright kid, do you remember the deal we are going through? I can feel a feedback coming up my spine, so I might have to pass it over to you if it arrives during the meeting..."<br><br><hr><strong>Free Market District, <em>Janos</em>.</strong><br><hr>If there was something you learnt from being Capellan, it was haggling. When everything you got from any market within Confederation border was so rediculously overprised that you could probably buy 'Mech weaponry for a loaf of bread in any other faction space, you tend to get a hang of negotiations. Which was why he had spent several hours in the market in shouting matches with various vendors. It wasn't about robbing them out of their shirts, it was about making a fair deal for both buyer and seller. It was sort of ingrained into the mindset of any Capellan. Which was why vendors usually marked up their prices whenever they saw one. They knew they would have to settle with lower than listed with one of the rats, so might as well make it a profit instead of a loss.<br><br>"Alright people!" Janos turned triumphantly towards the techs he had brought with him on the little shopping-trip. "We have what we came for. Now to go through the special list. Spread out and check for anything that we can use for the project I briefed you on. Meanwhile I'll have to go look for a light 'Mech..."<br><br>It hadn't hurt him terribly, but in a way he missed the old Phract that he had pretty much sold for scrap a moment earlier. It would have cost a fortune to repair and according to Walter and Erich the company was in more need of another light to flesh out the diminished scout lance. And right here on Outreach was possibly the best place to find low-end 'Mechs. Malfunctioning and damaged ones, but that was the challenge in it all. He had a quick look around the market. He was a little bit shorter than most, but once again being Capellan made him superior in this regard. Looking through crowds was easy when you live in a crowded city. Right now he was seeing if anyone from the company was around, scrounging for some good deals. If he helped them on that front, perhaps they could help him on his own...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 02:55:28</strong>
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				Erich, long having tolerated even the worst excesses of Lyran 'Social Generals' back when he was still in the Armed Forces, didn't even bat an eye at the attempt to put him on the back foot in regards to the negotiations. Officially ranked as a Major within the Mercenary unit, he simply wore a Lyran-cut uniform with no rank insignia on his shoulders; instead, he bore the five ranks of campaign ribbons and medals as testament to what any mercenary with more than two brain cells to rub together respected; Skill, and the years of experience needed to stay alive while exhibiting said skill.<br><br>The massive four-shot revolver hanging from his belt was what mercs with less than two brain cells respected; the Mantis Industries Hand Cannon was aptly named, as the pistol fired 12-gauge magnum shotgun slugs, instead of pistol-calibre bullets. A half-dozen reloads suggested that he was either planning on hunting <em>Banth</em> later, or he was not very inclined to be polite to the pointy-headed fop he found himself sitting across from at the negotiation table. "Water, please. As for what I bring to the Negotiation table, battlefield salvage of advanced combat armour, for infantry, that can laugh off a PPC shot. This includes several tons worth of salvageable battle armour pieces, including at least one working weapon, and schematics of said salvage."<br><br>The big veteran remained completely impassive, though his voice couldn't help but show a faint hint of pride in the claim. "Oh, I'm not lying when I say that it was tough enough to laugh off a PPC blast; I have the BattleROM to prove it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 04:02:54</strong>
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				Before getting in the cab with two of the three most important people in the unit, Graff swung by the Mech bay in time to see as the techs finished tightening the straps down that would hold his Marauder on the massive mechmover as it transports his mech to the GM factory for a refit.&nbsp; There's some anxiousness in his step as he head into the cab, it will be nice getting an upgrade but being without a mech is going to leave him mostly on the Dropship for their entire stay.<br><br>Graff listened to Walter and Perkins talk (some may call it gripping) while the car slid around the streets towards their destination.&nbsp; The side long glances helped confirm his suspicious that at least part of their conversation was about him, he's been in these situations enough time at the academy to not get too worked up about it.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling over once their destination has been reached, the three of them began to go off on their jobs.&nbsp; Graff adjusted his belt and jumpsuit after the car ride, he carried just a modest Auto-pistol, generally average...like Graff in many ways.&nbsp; Those robed Comstar people gave Graff the creeps with there mysticism and ceremonies but he and Walter had another job to worry about.<br><br>"Yes sir, we are looking to trade some of our 'salvage' with the Gray Death Legion."&nbsp; Graff replied, not quite wanting to expose what their prize actually is. "Has the price been agreed upon, or will need to haggle?"&nbsp; Graff isn't even sure what something like that would run on the open market.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 06:24:57</strong>
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				Miyoko spends the entire trip holed up in her mech only coming out during the night to avoid seeing anyone, during her solitude she gets the mech up and running at perfect condition and it is with a sad little smile she unhooks the chairs for her bears from the holders. Theodore and Rose are sitting on the console looking at her with sad little looks on their furry faces, "I know I know... dont look at me like that. You will get a new home ok?"<br><br>Both seem rather unimpressed with her and just stare, "BURR!" Rose was complaining loudly and Miyoko sighs and turns to the adorable polarbear. "I know baby but.." <br><br>"BURR!"<br><br>"Ok, you are right.. how about you get to pick out the drapes that we put up above the cockpit window?"<br><br>The polarbear seems to smile happily as she is clutching her roses closely that is her namesake. Theodore wisely holds his tongue and lets the women talk about curtains and pillows, to him it all is pointless. What else do you need then your mate at your side?<br><br>Miyoko climbs down with both bears held tightly and puts them on a small crate next to the mech, "ok you two play nice. Mommy will go purchase that new home for us."<br><br>The mechs just chuckle softly to themselves and one of them calls over, "I will keep an eye on them ma'am". She nods to him gratefully and straightens out her dress, for once she has dressed herself very elegantly in full kimono and with both her swords at her side. A long black wig hides her own short hair and she even took time to put on makeup, in fact she looks quite a lot like an elegant Kuritan lady and not as much like a mechwarrior. Which of course is her intent as she steps out on the planet and coughs at the dirty air, one hand slides down to grab her fan and she fans herself while looking around.<br><br>"What a cesspit, it would look better if it was burned to the ground." With a long suffering sigh of being exiled from her home she sets off towards the mech market and the contact she had that has promised that he has just the mech she needs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fortune8</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 20:58:44</strong>
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				After watching countless vids on Go strategy during the trip, Seth was starting to think he was getting the hang of the deceptively complex game. He kept an eye out for Miyoko in social settings and when he was working out, but she was nowhere to he found. Well, except that he knew she'd be holding up in her mech, but Seth made it a point not to invade the&nbsp; sanctuary of someone's cockpit. <br><br>When they reached Outreach finally, he suited up and took his leave of the company almost immediately, remembering to finish his letters and file his hotel reservation in case he was needed back with the company in an emergency and they couldn't reach him any other way. He then set out, pack on his shoulder for the famed Temptown, looking for a dive bar to sate his thirst, and possibly some interesting companionship to take the edge off his cabin fever.<br><br>Location: Temptown<br><br>Tags: Open
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 21:52:21</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/c0a1bf1a-e351-4fb9-b9ce-565c7c010059_zps8873b314.jpg)</div><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/Dragoon Tower<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich<br><br><hr><br>Ranna passed through the gates as she had so many times in the past with little emotion or fanfare.&nbsp; She had grown up as a part of the Dragoons and never really saw the reverence that other mechwarriors feel when they enter the exalted halls.&nbsp; While she missed her life here, she had her reasons for leaving and having sworn many years ago never to carry regrets, she walked along feeling righteous about her decision.&nbsp; <br><br>She was surprised to find Anton standing in the small conference room when they entered.&nbsp; She had never expected him to be the public face of the Dragoons for a negotiation of this sort.&nbsp; The choice put her on edge almost immediately.&nbsp; She knew his smile well, the kind that he used interchangeably in both political discussions and discussions with women at bars.&nbsp; The kind of smile that can charm a stranger but makes those who know him shudder in disgust.&nbsp; <em>"Ranna, what a pleasant surprise. I hope mercenary life is treating you well.&nbsp; Commander Oststein I presume. An honor, I had the pleasure of reading up on you before this meeting, color me impressed. Have a seat, order a drink or some food, it will arrive shortly..."</em><br><br>"It's good to see you Anton."&nbsp; She said with little a familiar half friendly tone as she took a chair at the other side of the table in her usual manner, leaned back in her chair, she carefully eyed Anton with an emotionless smirk as she watched him almost with disinterest.&nbsp; Deep down inside she was watching him for his normal tells.&nbsp; She had played many hours of poker with the man and knew where his weaknesses were.&nbsp; She was glad that Erich had insisted she join him, while Anton was a political animal, he wasn't as good of a mechwarrior and she'd always been able to out bluff him.&nbsp; She watched intently, listening.<br><br><em>""Water, please. As for what I bring to the Negotiation table, battlefield salvage of advanced combat armour, for infantry, that can laugh off a PPC shot. This includes several tons worth of salvageable battle armour pieces, including at least one working weapon, and schematics of said salvage.&nbsp; Oh, I'm not lying when I say that it was tough enough to laugh off a PPC blast; I have the BattleROM to prove it."</em><br><br>"From what we've seen this new Clan battle armor is able to take a beating.&nbsp; Enough to swarm an enemy mech and tear it down in a few minutes.&nbsp; Their fast and mobile and unlike anything we've every seen before.&nbsp; And they're going to provide a lot of problems for the house armies and mercs in the coming months if we don't figure out how to stop them.&nbsp; I'm sure Jaime and the techs could replicate a working model from the salvage in less than a year."&nbsp; Her smirk grew a bit on the edges, a reminder to Captain Anton Karnov that she still knew how things worked in the Dragoons and she was watching him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 23:28:59</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Dragoon's Tower, <em>Erich</em> and <em>Ranna</em> with Captain Karnov.</strong><br><hr>Karnov listened to them intently through their declaration, while occasionally jotting something down on a pad he had brought out from his pocket. As they finished a servant arrived with drinks and he clasped the short glass of clear liquid from the tray placed upon the table. He took a sip and breathed in sharply between his teeth before he cleared his throat.<br><br>"We have heard much about these battle armors. Elementals, yes? While we are certainly very interested in this salvage, we know you have something of far greater interest for the Dragoons."<br><br>His eyes almost scanned them, as if trying to see through them to read something written on the wall behind them.<br><br>"The Clanner. You have one in your possession if I remember correctly, yes? Her alone could bring you certain favors from us, as well as the salvage..." He gave a short and sharp laugh before pausing, letting the resulting smile die away from his features before he continued. "However. I'm afraid it is not that easy in this case, Herr Oststein."<br><br><hr><strong>Mercenary Review Board offices, <em>Graff</em> and <em>Walter</em> with Lieutenant Shenks.</strong><br><hr>Walter flinched a little and stifled a frown as he looked over at Graff. There was a certain something about his youthful enthusiasm mixed with that nervous streak. CASEs exploded over the right corner of his eyes and he had to shut them for a moment, his right hand fumbling slightly towards an instrument that wasn't there.<br><br>"At least you read the brief. It's all up to you then."<br><br>He opened his eyes and stood up, taking the hand of the uniformed man that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere in front of them. He was an midaged gentleman, perhaps somewhere around Erich's age, with a large handlebar mustache and slicked back hair. One could have mistaken him for a Davion noble if it wasn't for the very hard lines of scar tissue and steely eyes that seemed to stab at anything within reach.<br><br>"Lieutenant Shenks, what a pleasant surprise."<br><br>It was clear from Walter's very strained smile that it was a very unpleasant surprise. The man seemed to talk through his clasped teeth with a bucket full of gravel. "Walter. Didn't think you'd have the guts to come to this meeting. Who's this little Steiner-brat?" His dagger eyes fell on Graff and seemed to fire of a twin PPC volley right into his soul.<br><br><hr><strong>Free Market District, <em>Janos</em>.</strong><br><hr>"Why the hell would I pay anything for this bucket, does it include a life insurance for when it combust upon itself?"<br><br>Janos was in a heated argument with a 'Mech-dealer who seemed to relish the thought of trying to dump and old Urban 'Mech on a hapless Capellan. Sure he had a certain respect for the trashbins, but not enough to pay the price that this man was asking for. It took him another fifteen minutes before he realized this wasn't the man's opening deal. It was his only deal. With a curse on his lips he turned and stormed off, finally releasing a long mix of rus and chinese curses that certainly had many around him turn a head and snicker. As he rounded a corner he gave a whistle as he saw a Kuritan noblewoman make her way through the streets. All he knew about them was that they had a wicked tongue worthy of a dragon and that they were as ruthless and cunning as their male counterpart. That and they ate babies of course, but only a Capellan didn't do that in the propaganda machine of the Confederation. He was just going to make as much room for her to pass him by when he suddenly recognized her.<br><br>"Miss Shadowborn?"<br><br>He raised a brow and fell in line besides her, drawing even more looks from the surrounding crowd. She was clad in the finest silk kimono in the whole market place and he had a roughly spun half coat half dress that fell just below his knees, only some tight black jumpsuit seemingly covering the rest of his body. That and his eyes had black circles around them and his hair was just this side of terrible.<br><br>"Say, snazzy outfit. You certainly lend some dignity to this place." It was meant as much as a compliment as a hamfisted pickup-line. "So, where are you going?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 23:48:09</strong>
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				Erich's face remained impassive, the thin lines of scar tissue peeking up from under his uniform's collar the only hint that the big warrior was annoyed, his glass of water remaining untouched. "We came here to discuss the sale of battle salvage, including a small laser that weighs half what ours do, detailed schematics based off of that salvage, including that of the weapon as mentioned, and the open trade of BattleROMs detailing a firefight between my company and what was termed a 'star' of those suits, including showcase examples of what, and what not to do when dealing with any swarming attack. It's a matter of open knowledge that the 'Clans' are crunching inroads into the coreward border of the Inner sphere, and a lot of house and merc units are getting torn to hell by the advanced weapons these Clans have. That means we have a seller's market, Captain."<br><br>Leaning forwards just enough to pick up his glass of water, his dark eyes locked onto the Dragoon like his Awesome's PPCs would on the Captain's mech if they ever found themselves in battle. "Now, are we going to be mature about this and speak plainly, or are you going to talk like a Kuritan Merchant and try to insult concessions out of me, personally? Yes, we captured one of the clan 'elementals' in battle, yes, she came with us willingly, yes, she likes playing chess, no, we're not 'selling' her. If she wants to be transferred to another unit, that decision is hers, not mine."<br><br>The glare Erich's eyes had hardened to were almost on the calibre of 'If looks were lasers, all that would be left of YOU would be smoking boots'; nearly pinning the Dragoon captain in place with the dark gaze. "So, what is the offer you are going to make on the salvage, schematics, and ROMs?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 01:27:22</strong>
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				Graff jumped a bit as the Lieutenant appeared from seemingly nowhere.&nbsp; It seems like Walter is familiar with the man, but not a fan and at that fact he didn't do a good job of endearing himself to himself as he associated him with Steiner.&nbsp; He doesn't necessarily have a problem with the Steiner people, but has found their military personnel to be stuckup bastards who constantly look down upon their Davion counterparts.&nbsp; He bristols a bit and replied "Graff Gunderson, Lieutenant."<br><br>Graff is not really looking to draw this out jumps in, "I see you are looking to purchase some of our salvage?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 21:23:51</strong>
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				She raises a well manicured eyebrow when she sees him and tries to not groan when he falls in along with her totally ruining the look she was going for, instead she digs a fan out of her sleeve and flicks it open to fan herself daintily. Of course only those who know the Kuritan way of live would recognize it as a tessen or war fan in english, the outer spokes made of metal it makes a deadly weapon. She doesn't slow her walk at all nor change direction following the math she already has mapped out in her mind that will take her to her destination in the quickest way possible.<br><br>"Janos, and you are lending this place .. well.. something.. syphilis perhaps?" Her tone dripping with venom as she would have thought it was pretty obvious she wasn't interested in company but then she gives him a long look and shrugs. "I am on my way to an old... acquaintance of mine to pick up a new mech, I was told he has one that will fulfill my specifications. If you wish to tag along, please do. I could use your expert eye to make sure I am not cheated, and after all.. a noblewoman needs someone to carry her packages." She gives him a playful grin and as they turn a corner and temporarily out of sight she reaches down to tug her kimono aside revealing her bare right leg. Well bare apart from a monstrous three barreled gun strapped to it, she gives it a quick check to make sure the high explosive rounds are chambered and she flicks off the safety.<br><br>"And well, when I said acquaintance I mean the type that will murder you, butcher your body and then rape you if paid for it. And probably in that order too, if you are lucky that is. So I hope you got a weapon otherwise it might be best you dont follow where I will go. And, eh dont use my last name it would lead to.. pleasantries of the aforementioned kind."<br><br>She doesn't wait for him to think it over and keeps walking, if he follows or not that is his call. She has a mech to purchase and she prefers to get this meeting done with before nightfall, darkness always seems to bring with it all sorts of nasty critters. Some even on four legs but most on two sadly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 22:50:53</strong>
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				<hr>Mercenary Review Board offices, Graff and Walter with Lieutenant Shenks.<br><hr>The Lieutenant seemed less than impressed and scoffed as he turned around and started to walk off. Walter fell in line behind him and as Graff caught up he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.<br><br>"Shenks is a right hard bastard. I suspect they sent him as soon as they saw my name on the MRB-roster. I kind of gave him a piece of my mind last time I saw him and it all ended up in a pistol-duel at dawn. We both got away with a reminder..."<br><br>Shenks turned sharply into a negotiation room that had been set aside for them. It was plain, a table and three chairs with a tray of crackers and a pitcher of water along with three drinking glasses. Shenks sat down on his end and didn't wait for the other to get seated before speaking.<br><br>"1 million and three tons of quality LosTech. Take it or leave it."<br><br><hr>Free Market District, Janos.<br><hr>Janos was taken aback a bit by the rather vicious assault on his personal honor, but showed nothing of it other than a halfhearted smile as they walked on. He was not one to be provoked, especially when a barbaric Kuritan played at being noble by pushing down all those around her. For now he just followed behind her. People were less likely to keep their minds and eyes on them if they assumed he was a servant.<br><br>"I can inform you, Lady Miyoko, that I never lend anything to my surroundings. It's foolish to draw attention to oneself, especially in a lair of skullduggery like this." He let that badly hidden insult singe for a moment before they stopped and he got a bit of display of both her legs and her arsenal. "I never carry firearms, my Lady. I am confident in my own abilities."<br><br>As they came closer to the apparent place where Miyoko were to get her new 'Mech, he found himself more on edge. This was the kind of place were dressed up Kuritan ladies were probably sold off to Astrakhan warlords. Street urchins swarmed around them and he was careful to not let their hands come too close to him or Miyoko, resorting to a rapid concession of handslapping and chinese curses to keep them away. As they stood at the entrance, urchins having dispersed, he looked over at the Kuritan with a frown.<br><br>"I hope you are sure this is the place. I would hate to be sold off into slavery..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 01:19:27</strong>
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				Throughout this exchange Graff routinely thought about not screwing up, he may have sort of proved his competency in a mech but now aims to prove that the money for a refit of his Marauder is worth it.&nbsp; Shenks gave his reply and it seemed like it was probably a fair trade but then again this piece of Clan tech has very screwed sense of value.<br><br>"Look if you aren't going to take this seriously we can just leave.&nbsp; You just offered 1 million and two Steak-2s for something that is priceless."&nbsp; Graff is nervous as all hell, between not wanting to screw this up and tip what ever hand he thinks he might have.&nbsp; Graff held his breath, hopefully Shenks pays more attention to Walter and their grudge or whatever and less on the young mechwarrior who is way out of his league.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 13:53:47</strong>
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				The further that Elisa was from the center of Harlech, the happier that she was. The stink of the Dragoons was all over the city, their towers pretty much serving as symbols of their own strength and power and the way that they had stamped it all over the Mercenary business. <em>Give them a decade and they’re likely going to be running the show,</em> she told herself as she headed downtown, watching the world around her. <em>And then it’s going to be ‘work by our rules or don’t work at all’</em>.<br><br>Putting all that aside, she continued down the busy street, otherwise minding her own business and blending into the crowd. Wearing fatigue pants, a shirt and a tattered jacket, she looked like any other mercenary on the street, one that wouldn’t stand out or be noticed in among those present. It said a lot that she barely paid attention to the few BattleMechs walking in their designated lanes; only in a city like this would a ‘Mech on the street be mundane.<br><br>Instead she stepped into a small eatery, collecting her menu and taking a seat at a small table. Moments later, she was joined by another man. Shabby but unremarkable, he could vanish into a crowd in a way that Elisa could only wish to. “Odd choice of a meeting.” He began.<br><br>“Best burgers in Harlech.” She replied with a smile.<br><br>“Good point.” He conceded. “So what do you need?”<br><br>“A bit of information for starters.” Elisa explained. “I’m looking for a bit of background on a Merc unit and its members.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 21:26:08</strong>
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				"if you are scared, feel free to wait here. I didn't ask you to come after all, and well they might sell you into slavery or just kill you. As I said earlier, these are not nice people which is probably why I get along so well with them." She pushes the door open without a further word and vanishes into the cavernlike storehouse her heels clicking on the worn floor, truth to be told she was far more nervous then she let on. The message from her contact that he had just the mech she had specified for such a prize really could only mean that he needed something in return. And considering the type of people they where the prize would be rather steep, it always was.<br><br>"ahhh Lady Miyoko, a pleasure to see you as always." the man steps out of the shadows wearing a cheap suit that does little to hide his growing gut, the two men that follow are clearly bodyguards judging by the amount of muscle moving under their clothes and the blank look on their faces.<br><br>"Spare me, you said you found a raven that fit my specs?"<br><br>"oh in deed, but first... I have a message for you." He takes out a hologram and turns it on, a short flickering appears before a young Kuritan man appears above the holographic projector. Clad in immaculate clothing that speaks of a vast fortune he seems to regard the recipient with a stare that is totally devoid of life. Miyoko hisses in surprise and takes a step back at the image, someone she clearly knows very well.<br><br>"hello sister dear, you didn't think I would just let you wander into the barbarian countries without keeping an eye on you now did you? Don't worry, father is dead. I killed him well.. I was about to say a few days ago but I do not know when this message will reach your ears, so well... he is dead. And no my hold on the family isn't strong enough to lift his banishment of you, but you will serve my needs much better where you are anyway. Lets face it, with these so called clans invading who knows when I will have the need of a mercenary and her contacts. But I must say the reports of you just being holed up and being all depressed isn't making me happy, snap out of it! Stop acting like some lowly Steiner! Now I heard you needed a new mech so here she is, I ordered the techs to remove the launchers for a missile defense gun instead. All the wiring structure is renovated and she will serve you well sister dear.<br><br>Now, well... you know what you must do."<br><br>With that the hologram flickers off and she is left feeling dazed, she looks up at the three thugs with a little sad smile on her lips.<br><br>"yes brother.. I do."<br><br>"So it is true then, huh.. well I for one am looking forward to this. Your brother is an odd man to give his sister like this."<br><br>Exactly what the deal was Janos perhaps will never know but the meaning is quite clear by the hungry looks the men give her as she leans down to move her kimono aside to expose a long leg, then with a quick tug she draws the monstrous handcannon and it roars out as the first barrel empties out and one of the bodyguards comes apart in a welter of blood as the high explosive round impacts into his shoulder and tears his entire side apart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 20:54:33</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/c0a1bf1a-e351-4fb9-b9ce-565c7c010059_zps8873b314.jpg)</div><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/Dragoon Tower<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich<br><br><hr><br><em>"The Clanner. You have one in your possession if I remember correctly, yes? Her alone could bring you certain favors from us, as well as the salvage...However. I'm afraid it is not that easy in this case, Herr Oststein."</em><br><br>Ranna watched intently, sitting back in her chair, a matte black leather boot on the table.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what game Jaime and Anton were playing with the negotiations but it seemed rather odd that they would be so openly trying to pry the Clanner from the company.&nbsp; She could see from the look in Anton's eye that there was more to this than he was letting on, regardless of his sly insinuations.&nbsp; <br><br>With a kick of her foot, she bumped the table enough for it to screech on the floor before stopping.&nbsp; She used the momentum to push herself out of the chair, standing to the side.&nbsp; "They're playing us Erich."&nbsp; She said walking around the side of the table where Anton sat, leaning in on the table mere inches from his shoulder.&nbsp; "There's something going on here, but they don't want the salvage or think its worth what we think it is."&nbsp; She eyed Anton's face for a moment before looking over at Erich.&nbsp; "They think they're going to be able to force us to give them what we have at a discount because they run the show.&nbsp; But what they're not telling us is that they are up to their assholes in contracts and merc units are getting their asses handed to them out there with the Clans pushing so far and fast."&nbsp; <br><br>She pushed off the desk and smiled.&nbsp; Walking back around to stand behind Erich.&nbsp; "They hope getting the Clanner from us will give them some sort of bargaining chip with the houses to expand their control long enough to finish this conflict."&nbsp; She shrugged with a mischievous grin on her face as she walked towards the door.&nbsp; "Just my opinion.&nbsp; But then again I know how Jaime thinks."&nbsp; Standing by the door she propped herself against the wall, her eyes never leaving Captain Karnov.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 11:50:42</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Dragoon's Tower, <em>Erich</em> and <em>Ranna</em> with Captain Karnov.</strong><br><hr>Karnov listened to all their spiel and finally gave a hearty laugh, which seemed more amused and genuine than the last one. He wiped a fake tear from his eye and stood up.<br><br>"As always Ranna, you don't have a goddamn clue about what waters you swim in. I tried to be pleasant with you, but truth is, we don't give a rat's ass about your salvage, ROMs and schematics. We already got all that fixed good and proper. So if I'm going to cut to the case, here's the wedge of the cheese wheel. We want that Clanner. Nothing else interests us. We thought we could grease your confidences if we bought your little salvage in bulk, but we would have just thrown it on the pile anyway." He walked a circle around the table while&nbsp; speaking, before finally ending up at the door. "So go ahead and try to sell that salvage for a profit around here. Around anywhere. We're not interested. And if you are not interested in trading in the Clanner, I'll just go ahead and tell the guards to escort you out."<br><br>He knocked on the door and the escort opened.<br><br>"Show Ranna and her friend out. We are done here."<br><br><hr><strong>Mercenary Review Board offices, <em>Graff</em> and <em>Walter</em> with Lieutenant Shenks.</strong><br><hr>The elderly Lieutenant narrowed his eyes on the young MechWarrior, to the point that is was almost a scowl. Walter sat happily unaware of this, his eyes and ears going a bit overboard with this whole feedback thing right now. Finally Shenks scoffed and picked up a small flask from his breast pocket.<br><br>"At least you are not green all over, chap." He opened the flask and poured an amber liquid into two of the glasses. "I guess you still don't drink, you piece of shit."<br><br>Walter answered without missing a beat. "I do, Shenky, just not alcohol." Shenks frowned at that remark and gave Graff a look that said <em>if you call me that I'll snap your breadstick neck</em> and handed him the glass of what seemed to be some fine brandy.<br><br>"To my health then. 10 million." He emptied the glass and looked over to Graff with a mix of encouragement and challenge.<br><br><hr><strong>Free Market District, <em>Janos</em> with Miyoko.</strong><br><hr>Janos followed Miyoko inside but stayed by the door, keeping up the charade of the servant. He watches the shadows around them, noticing a bit of an encirclement going on. He had seen enough shady Triads in his days to know where this was going. Tugging his arms out of his sleeves he turned to the thug that had just sneaked up behind him and gave him a quick strike in his solar before clasping his hand around his head and and transferring his strength into a twist that resulted in a short snap. The deal was still going on, Miyoko being shown some hologram while he silently slid his long concealed dagger up through another thug's neck an up his brain stem. Another one fell gurgling to the ground as his throat was cut, a spurt of blood spraying across Janos face and clothes. As the shots were fired, he disposed of another two that was on their way behind the petite Kuritan.<br><br>"So your brother gives you a Raven and then sends thugs to rape you?" He stepped up next to Miyoko, the rest of the guards flinching a bit at his blood covered visage. "Or did I miss something while disposing of the five gentlemen that were trying to surround us?" Spinning around with his wide sleeves fluttering around him, he dodges a bullet and crouches before sending a nimble heel up the offender's chin in a rather graceful kick, causing another loud snap. And to think that his classmates had scoffed at his ballet back in the day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 15:01:19</strong>
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				Graff takes the glass from Walter and looks at it briefly contemplating if he should actually drink it, what with his low tolerances for alcohol but downs it without too much of a delay.&nbsp; He at least had something to eat today so it shouldn't go straight to his head, at least not before he completes this transaction.&nbsp; Placing the glass back on the table the thinks about the better offer the Lieutenant.<br><br>"10 million, and ten tons of Lost Tech in energy weapons and double strength heat sinks?"&nbsp; Graff counters, he thinks briefly about trying for 15 but the extra equipment could end up trying to get some replacement parts for the rest of the unit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 18:52:42</strong>
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				Erich stood slowly, straightening his uniform jacket and leaving one massive hand resting on the butt of his pistol. "Captain; I have been piloting Battlemechs since before you were a gleam in your father's eye. I have fought with, and against Dragoons when I was a regular in the LCAF. In under five minutes you, personally, have spat upon the Dragoon name to the point of outright claiming that you are trafficking in humans, which is a violation of the Ares convention, as well as a disbarrment offense at the MRB."<br><br>His left hand dipped into a pocket, slowly revealing a sound recorder. "I daresay that Herr Wolf would be displeased to find five regiments, HIS regiments without an MRB rating because of your stupidity." placing the recorder back into his pocket, he turned on his heel and left the room, his intentions clear. Only after the door had shut behind him and Ranna, did he smile slightly and nod towards the younger Mechwarrior. Lowering his voice so only she could hear, a faint hint of mirth tinged his tone. "Good work. Your recorder pick up everything in case dumbass decides to sieze mine?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 17:53:47</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/c0a1bf1a-e351-4fb9-b9ce-565c7c010059_zps8873b314.jpg)</div><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/Dragoon Tower<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich<br><br><hr><br>Ranna's mischievous smile grew along the edges as she listened to Erich's response to Anton.&nbsp; She knew what kind of a man Captain Karnov was and didn't care what the man thought about her, she knew enough about his prowess in the field to know he was more of a threat in a negotiation than in a mech.&nbsp; Ranna waited as Erich exited the room, her smile growing broader with every second as her eyes caught Anton's.&nbsp; She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes never leaving his until she finally pushed off the wall and turned out the door.&nbsp; She couldn't help but wonder what was happening to the family that raised her when they resort to this sort of tactic.<br><br>She moved up along side Erich as he leaned into her.<em>"Good work. Your recorder pick up everything in case dumbass decides to sieze mine?"</em>&nbsp; His lowered voice certainly trying to avoid the recorders and camera's they had cover the hallway.&nbsp; Without words Ranna responded to his question, knowing they would never find her recorder without a fight.&nbsp; "I'm worried Erich.&nbsp; This didn't go the way I had expected it, as much as I had expected them to try and frack us."&nbsp; She looked up at the wall, knowing some of the hidden security measures in the hallway.&nbsp; "Anton was bargaining from a position of power, like they had already seized gear from the field, but we know from the recent intel reports that most units that have gone up against the Clans barely get out with their skin let alone salvage.&nbsp; Anton's a piece of shit who will smile at you while stabbing you in the gut, but he's not an idiot and I doubt Jaime would have let him walk into a situation like that without giving him some way to cover his ass."&nbsp; She unconsciously thumbed the edge of her pistol's grip as they moved through the building towards the exit.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 03:37:31</strong>
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				"So your brother gives you a Raven and then sends thugs to rape you?" <br><br>Miyoko grins at him her entire body alight with life in a way he never seen the usually depressed kuritan before, "family is a bitch no?" Quickly she stands up and empties the second barrel just narrowly missing a rifle wielding thug and the bolt just tearing a chunk out of the wall instead. At least the shower of metal shards made him duck down as she crouches down besides Janos again.<br><br>"Though it was more so they would think that they are double crossing me, and not me and my brother double crossing them. Though, I think he is trying to double cross everyone... Including himself. But perhaps we can discuss my dysfunctional family at a later time?" She looks at her heavy handgun and sighs as she is down to one round left, the monstrous thing has nice firepower but is really lacking when it comes to ammunition.<br><br>"Don't suppose you got some mass reactive bolts on you? No?" She stands up quickly and squeezes off her last round that zips across the warehouse and this time hits the thug in the face and sprays blood and brainmatter across the wall behind him. She ducks back down in a flurry of silk and leans against the crate she has been using for cover, her eyes gazing at him but not quite seeing him.<br><br>"fuck."<br><br>Her gun tumbles from her fingers as a dark stain is quickly spreading across the front of her expensive kimono, "to slow. Get the raven out of here and back to the ship, I paid for the fu. fucker." She coughs up a steady stream of blood as her body starts shaking from the shock as her brain finally realizes that she has been shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 05:15:52</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Dragoon's Tower, <em>Erich</em> and <em>Ranna</em> with Captain Karnov.</strong><br><hr>Karnov only smiled as they left, showing no sign of distress at their little recorders. After all, even if they tried to use them, they would never see the light of day in the MRB or the press. The Dragoons had grown exponentially, and its influences had with them. Not to mention the secrets that the Captain had been trusted with. There was no doubt in his mind that they would rule the future of the mercenary business, and then pesky corps like the Ol' Bones would be done for. Closing the door behind them, he simply sat down again.<br><br><hr><strong>Mercenary Review Board offices, <em>Graff</em> and <em>Walter</em> with Lieutenant Shenks.</strong><br><hr>Shenks narrowed his eyes on Graff once more, before moving them over to Walter as he let out a ill hidden groan.<br><br>"Nothing, just whiplash..."<br><br>The old man looked back to Graff again and spoke through gritted teeth. "Don't push it, Steiner. Take the ten or get the hell out of here."<br><br><hr><strong>Free Market District, <em>Janos</em> with Miyoko.</strong><br><hr>Janos spent the time while Miyoko was firing away to gather his thoughts a little. He was fighting his stomach at the moment. He had never killed someone up close and personal. Only through the proxy of 'Mech battle. He had even seen a burning corpse flying out through a cockpit when ammunition and heatsinks had decided to pop at the same time. No big deal. But he had just about brutally murdered five people with his bare hands. That and he was wearing their blood. But he didn't need to fight it anymore as he saw Miyoko slump down with a hole in her side. The extra adrenaline was enough for him to rip the sleeves of his kosovorotka, stuffing one against the wound and tying the other around. With a quick look around he snatched a pistol from the ground that one of the thugs had dropped and threw the Kuritan over his shoulder. She would have to bear a bit of pain now, because suddenly he was halfway up to the crouched Raven, having emptied the gun in the general direction of the enemy while going the distance. With a few graceful leaps worthy of the Swan Lake he found himself upon the light 'Mech, where he carefully hoisted her down the hatch before following. Once seated with the bleeding Miyoko snugged in his lap somehow he noticed he had a dark stain of his own growing from his calf. But this only pumped in more adrenaline as he flipped through the procedures like a possessed man.<br><br>"Please don't be locked, please don't be locked, please don't be..."<br><br>A<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">CCESS DENIED, VOICE PROMPT NEEDED</span>!<br><br>That queezy nausea returned with a vengence as he looked down on Miyoko and lightly slapped her chin. He could hear people climbing the 'Mech and he reached up just in time to lock the hatch from inside.<br><br>"Miyoko, voice print, now, don't be unconscious on me now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 06:01:45</strong>
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				Miyoko is only dimly aware of what is happening, the shock and the pain making her brain shut down in order to protect itself. She thinks her wound has been tended to and somehow her world has changed to look like the inside of a mech. She could have sworn she was in a warehouse, perhaps this is just a dream. It sure has the haziness she has come to recognize from a dream after all, though normally she is less wet in them.<br><br>"Miyoko, voice print, now, don't be unconscious on me now!"<br><br>Hmm, that is odd.. a disembodied voice.. she tries to think, did she drink that much sake? No, she has no memory of drinking lately and normally the voices don't demand any voice prints.<br><br>"hmm? what? But i want to sleep! I am tired." she mumbles but thankfully that is enough for the mech to recognize her and all screens flash to life along with the dull throb of the reactor powering up. A loud rattling is heard as the chaingun mounted where the missile rack normally is arms itself.<br><br>"Reactor online, missile defense system online, warning no pilot present, sensor suite online, ECCM online" the computer starts listing as the critical systems go online.<br><br>Something in her hazy head seems to ring a bell and she reaches out with a bloody hand to press on the button for external speakers.<br><br>"Voice command, Hanamata-Kai for eternity." then she slumps down against him coughing blood again.<br><br>"Better move, the other pack. packa.. things.. contain explosives.. I just put on the countdown."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 01:08:31</strong>
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				Graff looks back at the the Lieutenant, then over to Walter then back once again to Lieutenant.&nbsp; "Ok, deal 10 million for the suit.&nbsp; We'll have it delivered to your dropship."&nbsp; He goes to leave with Walter their pleasantries, if one can call it that, having been concluded.&nbsp; Graff bites back the desire to leave a parting shot at Shenks to rebut his continued claim that he's a Stiener.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 01:58:43</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Mercenary Review Board offices, <em>Graff</em> and <em>Walter</em> with Lieutenant Shenks.</strong><br><hr>Shenks Gave a slight nod and stood up as well, Walter saving no time to walk out of the meeting room. As he and Graff got out in the relatively <em>fresh</em> air. Stopping for a moment ha took hold of the younger warrior's shoulder, mostly for some support while his vision returned to normal.<br><br>"Well done. You kept it formal and direct, even though Shenks is an asshat. You secured us a very good price."<br><br>The entrance doors behind them opened and Perkins stepped out and joined them, a broad smile on his face.<br><br>"Well, I secured us some additional resources from the MRB. We just have to act as taxi to a ComStar repair team and another merc-unit that is going to the same place as we are. Sometimes it pays to have relatives... So shall we return or do you have any other business?"<br><br><hr><strong>Free Market District, <em>Janos</em> with Miyoko.</strong><br><hr>Janos let out a triumphant laugh as the Raven powered up and kicked it into gear. He could hear screams as the thugs fell of the rising Raven, and as he turned towards the bay doors he could see a few of them fiddling with a man-portable SRM-launcher. The short hum of the chain-gun revving up was followed by the bursting rattle of high velocity shells ripping soft bodies into shreds. Janos kept up the fire, puncturing the bay doors before speeding forwards, the Raven tackling its way through them just as the device in the other package erupted into a large fireball which almost pushed the 'Mech over. Luckily this was pretty much bandit quarters, so no one batted an eye at it as the light 'Mech burst into a sprint towards the docks. Flipping on all comm systems, Janos opened up the company emergency channel, hoping that someone was sitting at the comm systems in the Bastion at the moment or that one of the others had brought their personal comm-devices with them.<br><br>"This is Varyag to Bastion, Varyag to anyone. Puma is down, I repeat, Puma is down, I'm speeding along the expressway in her Raven towards the docks, we'll need medical personnel ready at the bay right now, over."<br><br>He looked down at the small Kuritan, seeing her color all but drained from her face, blood everywhere in the cockpit. They better be ready when he arrived...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 02:18:48</strong>
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				Graff nods with a smile at Walter's short praise and shored up his stance as Walter used him to steady himself, "How about you sir, still feedbacking?"&nbsp; He commented as Perkins joined them and talked about their taxi gig that's apparently coming up.&nbsp; There are distinct benefits to owning your own jumpship, and getting a kickback for allow other dropships to tag along (or a price, of course) is definitely one of them.&nbsp; Why just go somewhere when you can get paid to do it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 15:32:25</strong>
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				Erich walked at a rather nonchalant pace out of the Dragoon Tower, his steely glare practically inviting anyone to try to stop him so he could have someone to vent his simmering fury on, even if it simply involved shouting at someone until they broke down. As soon as he stepped out of the large building, however, he turned and looked at Ranna. "I want you to go directly to the MRB and turn in your copy of the meeting recording; at the very least, it will put the screws to your former friend, which is likely the best we can hope to get."<br><br>Walking down the steps, he signalled one of the taxi cabs parked in front of the building, opening the door for Ranna, and directing the cabbie to go directly to the MRB. As he waited for the younger woman to do as he had ordered, he pulled a commlink from a pocket and tapped into Walt's link, calling Walt to give him the heads-up. "Hey. Dragoons pooched the deal; their 'negotiator' refused to deal, and demanded we turn over our guest to avoid 'repercussions'. I've ordered Ranna to turn her recording of the meeting in to the MRB; see how Wolf likes getting his tail tied in a knot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 14:08:44</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Outside the MRB, <em>Graff</em>, <em>Walter</em> and <em>Perkins</em>.</strong><br><hr>"I'm fine, Graff." Walter wasn't too fond with everyone asking him about his injury. Of course he understood they were worried about it, but he had lived with it for over half a year now. No need to ask anymore. He lifted his hand to his ear as Erich reported in and scoffed in a sarcastic tone. "Hey, Erich, I thought you said we were not going to upset any major mercenary unit. Just be careful, I doubt they will be forgiving if they find out."<br><br>"Probably not anything I want to hear, but what was that about?" Perkins narrowed his eyes on Walter who were just about to give a snarky remark when they both fell silent and put their hands up to their ears. They gave each other a grave look and while Perkins hailed a cab Walter spoke in an overly calm tone. "Don't worry Janos, we'll be there. I'll be making sure Kara is ready to take care of her." A cab stopped by the sidewalk and Walter urged Graff inside with Perkins before calling up the MedBay.<br><br>"Kara, are you there? This is Walter, wounded MechWarrior incoming, make sure she is taken care of, you hear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 14:50:20</strong>
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				Elisa left the eatery frustrated at the lack of progress she’d made. Her informant had been able to make some progress, confirming that Rigby’s Raiders had indeed once existed and had been on the MRB’s records. However, everything else was a blank so far; the unit had been so low-key that nobody had given it much attention, and they didn’t know of anyone who had been a member of the unit in past. <em>It’s a start</em>, she told herself as she headed back out onto the street, hands in her jacket pockets. <em>And every drop starts with a single step.</em><br><br>If nothing else, the burgers had been as good as she remembered them. It was a small consolidation.<br><br>She activated her communicator. “Hey Walter, its Elisa. My investigation hasn’t gone so well. How’s things on your end?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 17:17:58</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/c0a1bf1a-e351-4fb9-b9ce-565c7c010059_zps8873b314.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok<br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/Dragoon Tower<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich<br><br><hr><br>As soon as the main entrance to the Dragoon Tower was out of sight along with Erich, Ranna told the taxi driver to stop, dropping him the fare he just lost as she stepped from the vehicle.&nbsp; Jotting a note on a piece of paper from the log book she kept in her jacket pocket, she nonchalantly strolled up to one of the side entrances to the main Dragoon buildings.&nbsp; The young guard standing near the door caught her eye and straightened up as she approached.&nbsp; "Specialist Wilkinson right?"&nbsp; The surprise on the guards face was obvious as his recognition kicked in as Ranna drew closer.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes Ma'am.&nbsp; You're Lieutenant Krannok.&nbsp; What can I do for you?"&nbsp; Ranna smiled, glad to see she had not been forgotten since she left.&nbsp; Stepping closer she produced the small piece of folded paper.&nbsp; "I need you deliver this to Captain Kerensky.&nbsp; Delivery it to her personally.&nbsp; Do not give it to anyone else and do not tell anyone what you are doing.&nbsp; It's a matter of utter importance that she receive this.&nbsp; Do you understand.?"&nbsp; The young specialist nodded with a smile as he took the piece of paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes Ma'am, I'll see to it right away.&nbsp; It's good to see you again."&nbsp; With a quick salute the young man disappeared inside his guard station which held a door that lead into the building.&nbsp; Ranna smiled as she turned back down the alleyway.&nbsp; She knew she was going against Erich's direction, but she needed to get a feel for what was going on before things got worse.<br><br><hr><br>An hour had past since Ranna left the note with her friendly guard.&nbsp; She stared entranced at the large glass of ale sitting on the table in front of her.&nbsp; The dark bar with it's dark wood furniture did little to brighten her mood, but this was the perfect place to have a discussion like this.&nbsp; No one paid her any mind, and the booth she had found was far enough away to keep track of prying ears.&nbsp; The door opened slowly, letting the neon of the city's nightlife spill in for a moment.&nbsp; The tall silhouette of a strongly build mature woman filled the doorway until the light was cut off by the door.&nbsp; Only the trademark radiant red hair could be distinguished in the light of the bar as she approached.&nbsp; "Hey Little cat.&nbsp; I have to say I didn't expect to hear from you for a long time.&nbsp; Your note was quite a surprise."&nbsp; <br><br>The hard chiseled face of Natasha Kerensky stared down at Ranna with a look of admiration, almost that of motherly pride, if Natasha was capable of such an emotion.&nbsp; Sitting at the table as the bartender placed a second glass of ale infront of the older woman then walked away, Natasha pulled the glass between her arms as she leaned in towards Ranna.&nbsp; "Word around the tower is you and your new friends almost beat Karnov at his own game."<br><br>Ranna's eyes shot to Natasha's at the mention of Karnov.&nbsp; "Almost??&nbsp; What the hell was Karnov playing at?"&nbsp; Natasha took a long swig of her ale, her eyes searching the murky glass window along the front wall of the bar.&nbsp; No clear images could be seen looking out and the small amount of light that broke through kept the inside well hidden.&nbsp; "You're smarter than that Little cat.&nbsp; Just know that Wolf and the rest of his followers are looking for something specific from your new found friend and they don't care about your broken little unit."&nbsp; Natasha leaned in further, pulling Ranna in with her eyes, fiery red locks slipping down across her face.&nbsp; "Be careful Little cat.&nbsp; Things have changed a lot since Jaime took over Outreach.&nbsp; You're not the only one who has taken issue with many of the changes, and you aren't the only one to leave.&nbsp; Your only advantage is that Jaime always favored you, so as long as you stay out of his way, you're little unit is safe."<br><br>Sitting back in the seat, Ranna considered Natasha's words.&nbsp; The older lady had always been a friend and mentor since the days of being scooped up as an orphan on Coventry.&nbsp; Those who saw the two women together always swore they were mother and daughter, even when no blood relation existed.&nbsp; Natasha had never lied to Ranna and always found a way to guide her without too many kicks to the head.&nbsp; Ranna had taken her fair share of licks from Natasha and always found a valuable lesson in the woman's beatings.&nbsp; Maybe she was growing more mature, but she was starting to realize Natasha's lesson's without the bruises.&nbsp; "Please don't tell me that Jaime's got the MRB in his pocket.&nbsp; That would be the only reason why Anton didn't show any concern about the way our meeting ended."&nbsp; Ranna ran her hand through her hair, looking over Natasha's shoulder.&nbsp; "Just great!!&nbsp; And we thought we had problems before this."<br><br>Natasha reached across the table to lightly touch Ranna's arm.&nbsp; "I hear you have a cushy little assignment to guard some ComStar HPG away from the front.&nbsp; Enjoy the time and keep your head down.&nbsp; There are things in motion that you can't stop, and trying to interfere with Jaime and the Dragoons over something like this isn't worth it."&nbsp; A large friendly grew across Natasha's face as a prideful look filled her eyes.&nbsp; "I hear you kicked some serious Capy ass on Betelguese.&nbsp; I taught you well.&nbsp; Hopefully well enough to know when to keep your head down.&nbsp; I'm actually glad you contacted me.&nbsp; You likely won't see me again after today, and I need you to know how proud I am of you."<br><br>Ranna looked up again as Natasha threw back her ale and stood.&nbsp; "What do you mean?&nbsp; Where.....?"&nbsp; Natasha's body language stopped Ranna mid sentence.&nbsp; She knew there were times getting an explanation from Natasha was pointless.&nbsp; "Just be careful Little Cat, and whatever you do, don't trust ComStar or your boss Perkins, he's not what you think he is."&nbsp; With one last smile, Natasha's gaze hung for a moment as if searing Ranna's image into her mind before she turned and walked out the door of the bar.&nbsp; Ranna slumped back in her seat, attempting to digest everything she said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 23:46:57</strong>
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				Graff didn't like the sound of Walter needing to call the doctor, what trouble could someone have gotten into in the span of the hour or so since they left.&nbsp; He got into the taxi and just listened to Perkins and Walter converse.&nbsp; <br><br>It seemed to be the way things go though, in his time with Walter's company they never seemed to be able to catch a break.&nbsp; Scoring a decent deal on some salvage is countered with a mechwarrior shot when she wasn't even in a mech.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 23:15:07</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Cab heading towards Bastion, Graff and Walter with Perkins.</strong><br><hr>Walter sat silent for a moment,holding off Elisa for a split second before making a decision. Opening his channels to as many of his MechWarriors that he could reach he sighed heavily and spoke in what the older jocks knew as a slightly distressed tone for the otherwise stoic Rasalhaguean.<br><br>"This is Walter, recalling all units to the Bastion immediately. Repeating, recalling all units, Puma down. We'll discuss everything as soon as we know more. Until then, complete radio silence."<br><br>He closed the channel and gave both Perkins and Graff a grave look. "Let's find out what the hell is going on. It might have something to do with our Dragoon friends..."<br><br><hr><strong>In vicinity to the docks, Janos with Miyoko.</strong><br><hr>Time flows infinitely slow when you are in an emergency. When someone in your vicinity, someone you care for, is in mortal danger it is as if time had been thrown in an especially thick tar. He frankly didn't know much about Miyoko, he might not even have spoken to her until today, but to Janos there was such a thing as loyalty. First of all a loyalty to himself, otherwise he would have been a servitor on Betelgeuse right now. But also a loyalty to his family. And this mercenary company was the closest thing that he had to that now. Including this strange Kuritan. The Raven performed admirably under his guidance, doing leaps and bounds over vehicles and crowds, causing a bit of a ruckus. Hopefully law enforcement would wait to tan his hide until he had delivered Miyoko to the care of the Bastion's capable medical team. They better be capable...<br><br>As the Raven made its final approach up the ramp of the DropShip Janos could feel himself slipping away as well. Looking down at his thigh he couldn't discern just how much of the blood was his own. So in the end the Raven stumbled into the 'MechBay and just about fell to its knees as technicians and medical personnel swarmed around it. They climbed up and pried up the hatch, Janos appearing briefly in it to lift Miyoko up towards their arms before falling back into the seat again and into unconsciousness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 15:03:58</strong>
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				Elisa didn’t like the way that Walter spoke, let alone the content. She knew that sort of tone immediately, the ‘crap has hit the fan’ tone that was deadly serious. The content only served to prove the point. Something had happened to Miyoko, something bad enough to have the normally stoic man worried.<br><br>Her casual stroll changed into a run as she headed down the street, eyes alert for any way to get back to the ship as fast as possible. Something deep down was telling her to do more, to look for somebody following her or some other signs of trouble. As much as she wanted to believe that this was some random or isolated incident, practical experience told her never to assume anything. <em>Could somebody be deliberately targeting us?</em> she told herself. <em>Something we did? An enemy we don’t know about?</em><br><br>A short but no less harrowing ride later, she was back at the spaceport, all but sprinting through it to get to the dropship. <em>Whatever’s going on, I only hope I’m not too late</em>. She bored the dropship by the first available access, desperately glancing around as she headed through the cavernous interior of the massive vessel. Nothing seemed out of place, which was a small relief. Of course, how that would hold up when she got to the command deck was another matter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 15:15:01</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/c0a1bf1a-e351-4fb9-b9ce-565c7c010059_zps8873b314.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok<br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/Dragoon Tower<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich<br><br><hr><br>Ranna had been halfway through a second Ale and hadn't moved from where she had been when Natasha left her when the call came in to return to the Bastion.&nbsp; She had a lot of time to think on the way back to the port.&nbsp; The light drizzle of rain that always seemed to plague Outreach this time of year kept her thoughts in her head and her eyes on the grey wet window as the taxi weaved it's way through the city.&nbsp; Outreach had always been a love hate relationship for Ranna growing up, and today's news hadn't changed that feeling much.&nbsp; The taxi had come to a complete stop before she broke out of her trance.&nbsp; She had been thinking of the years working along side Natasha and how the look in the older woman's eyes told Ranna she would never see her friend and mentor again.&nbsp; There had never been emotional outpouring between them, but somehow Ranna felt she should have given Natasha a hug or something before she left.<br><br>Walking briskly through the gates of the Star Port towards the private berth for the Bastion, Ranna watched a Raven run clumsily into the open mech bay before coming to a stop just inside the door.&nbsp; From her vantage point there was little she could make out other than lots of movement around and beneath the mech.&nbsp; As she reached the dropship it was apparent that the med techs were pulling someone out of the Raven.&nbsp; Ranna looked around for Walter or Erich to get an update and give them the grave news she had received.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 23:17:48</strong>
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				It seemed like the world was so cold and all colours had been leeched out of it as Miyoko slowly bled out against Janos, she slowly reaches up to grab him by the collar and pulls herself up so her face is next to his. Her arm trembling from the strain it is under as she hisses out softly.<br><br>"please.. if I die, take care of my children" Her dark eyes filled with concern before they roll up in their sockets and she passes out just as the medical staff swarm over the mech.<br><br>"We got her Sir, just sit still Sir and we will get her out and then have you looked at too."<br><br>The medics gently lift her out of the trembling Raven that is slowly cooling off as the reactor is shut down and it settles down with a slight tilt to the hips. "We need a blood infusion she has almost bled out, someone get the scissors" One young nurse swiftly cuts the already ruined kimono off her and they roll her over on the side to see if the bullet went straight through, and as they do her intricate back tattoo that covers her entire back is clearly visible proclaiming to all her yakuza connection.<br><br>"Went clean through, we need to check for shrapnel and internal injuries. Get her to the med bay stat, you two check on Janos! I want a full examination to make sure he isnt hurt as well! And where is the doctor?!" It seems the doctor is missing so one of the other surgeons is taking charge with brisk efficiency and he mercilessly bosses the others around. The two orderlies he selected rush back up the Raven to help Janos down and then start examining him for any injuries. Finding his wounds they carefully but briskly had him on a stretcher as well and rushed him along towards the medbay, following the already cool trail of blood left from the first wounded warrior.<br><br>The engineering staff just looks on with the numb look of people who seen this sort of thing far to often and they get the hoses out to once again wash human blood off the multi ton warmachines.<br><br>"200 credits that the two of them where having an affair and where discovered by a jealous spouse"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 23:41:28</strong>
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				Erich had gone to the MRB offices himself, via a different route than he had told Ranna to. Talking with several of the people he knew within the organization, he found several interesting points to note, before he passed on his own recordings and request for a formal sanction against the Dragoons for attempted human trafficking. Even if the sanction was limited to a certain Captain Pointyhead McDipshit, the simple fact that it would remain on the Dragoons record for as long as rating boards existed would be enough for him.<br><br>It was only as he exited the MRB that he recieved Walt's message. Listening to it, he nodded to himself, his frown turning into a scowl of angred displeasure. Flagging down a taxi, he climbed into the back seat, directing the driver to head to the spaceport at best speed. Only after he arrived did he pay the fare, stiffing the tip because the driver had tried his best to take the big mechwarrior on a long, slow loop around the central loop of Harlech, up until the big mechwarrior had simply readjusted his gun belt.<br><br>Walking to the dropship, he noticed Ranna arriving at the same time as him, though she was on the far side of the ship's open 'Mechbay. A few moments later, his deep, booming voice echoed through the bay. "Now, what the hell is going on this time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 20:29:19</strong>
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				One of the techs hurries over to Erich and wipes the blood of his hands before pointing back to the raven.<br><br>"Well Sir, see this mech came stomping in here with that Janos fella at the helm. Apparently he had the crazy Kuritan girl with him and she was wounded badly. is all we know really, medics got them both into the infirmary. From what I can tell the mech was in a brief firefight, the missile defense system has been fired and it has soot on the outer armor from a fire most probably. We should have the gun camera footage to you within a few minutes when we can wash the last blood out to find the controls. They are all in that darn language only one of us can read, want us to deliver it to you when we got it?"<br><br>He looks rather nervous at having to talk to the old stern mechwarrior but he had drawn the shortest straw so had to do it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 21:08:13</strong>
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				Alroy had been brooding in his quarters when the call from Walter came out over the comm systems. He'd been reading up on field refits that the Great Houses had been coming up with to try and claw an edge out of the curbstomp battles with the Clan invasion forces, and the King Crab had been at the top of the list with a twin gauss combination that turned the venerable design from a fisticuffs-range brawler to a precision sniper. But he'd made a promise, long ago, and it took Walter's words to shake him out of his reverie. <br><br>Miyoko was hurt? They were on Outreach, one of the safest planets around short of a House capital world. That meant internal trouble, and that probably meant the Dragoons, which would put their battered little band in a world of hurt. He slid off his bunk and headed for the communal areas to see what was happening, and possibly find some answers.<br><br>-------------------------<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Walking to the dropship, he noticed Ranna arriving at the same time as him, though she was on the far side of the ship's open 'Mechbay. A few moments later, his deep, booming voice echoed through the bay. "Now, what the hell is going on this time?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well Sir, see this mech came stomping in here with that Janos fella at the helm. Apparently he had the crazy Kuritan girl with him and she was wounded badly. is all we know really, medics got them both into the infirmary. From what I can tell the mech was in a brief firefight, the missile defense system has been fired and it has soot on the outer armor from a fire most probably. We should have the gun camera footage to you within a few minutes when we can wash the last blood out to find the controls. They are all in that darn language only one of us can read, want us to deliver it to you when we got it?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He came up behind the pair as he caught the end of the conversation.<br><br>"I can read Chinese, and I know how the Capellan's lay out their 'Mech cockpits - Ravens are a Capellan design even when the labels are in a different language. If you need help finding the camera uplink, I can tell you where to plug in."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 07:56:41</strong>
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				Erich nodded at Alroy both in greeting the other veteran, and agreeing with the stout 'warrior's assessment. "Do it. If it was one of the units on-planet, the gun cameras might just have enough to bury the attackers for twenty years with red tape and censure at the MRB.&nbsp; If it happens to be something else, like, say, Drac Yaks, well, then we're going to have fun figuring out exactly how they got close to her, though, I'd hazard a guess or three."<br><br>He paused, looking at the tech. "Bensson, right? Do what you can, and, once you and the tech crew is done, I suggest your coworkers, and yourself, get around two c-notes of good beer; you look like you'll need it." He reached into a pocket and tucked two 100 C-bill notes into the tech's jacket pocket, making sure that no blood would get on the money. "Keep doing good work."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 01:00:01</strong>
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				Bensson pales a bit more if that was even possible when Erich addresses him by name, but at the same time is very flattered. "Sir, yes Sir, thank you the guys will really appreciate that Sir." he turns to Alroy with a grateful smile on his face, "And thank you Sir, we where hesitant to press any of the buttons as well.. the craz.... I mean Miss Miyoko might have rigged it to explode or something." he salutes and hurries back to the techs still swarming over the mech with hoses and all manner of tools to try and get it cleaned up.<br><br>At the same time in the medical bay the staff are busy with the two wounded warriors, Miyoko is still in surgery as the doctors are repairing the damage to her body while trying to give her some new blood to replenish what she has lost. The surgeon cracks his neck and finally leans back with a content sigh, "ok nurse, make sure someone is keeping an eye on her to make sure there are no complications and I will try and get a hold of the boss and inform him that she will be fine for the next deployment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 01:34:33</strong>
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				As the cab pulls up to the port Walter can already see that a 'Mech-sized thing has hobbled its way past here recently. There are indentures the size and shape of Raven-feet in the asphalt and an iron-bar fence has been pulled up and dragged along for a few hundred feet towards where the Bastion towers. Giving a heavy sigh he gets out while Perkins pays the driver and starts walking towards the DropShip. He breaks into a run as he's reminded of the panic that underlined Janos' voice, making it up the ramp with blood pounding underneath his ears and CRITICAL flashing before his eyes in neon red font. As he reaches the top he stops. Blood-mixed water pours out of the cleaning vents of the Raven which is just about toppled over in the bay. Erich and Alroy stands speaking with some of the techs, Ranna standing a bit from them. Approaching his brothers in arms he gives Erich a tap on the shoulder, being a little out of breath.<br><br>"What the hell is going on here? Has anyone bought the ticket? Who did this?"<br><br>The questions were more a vent of his frustration. Erich probably knew about as much as he did. Perkins' voice broke through the private comms.<br><br>"There are some gentlemen from the local law enforcement here outside. No worries, I'll handle them... Just wanted you to know."<br><br>"This is no good. Who could have done this?"<br><br><hr><br>Janos woke up momentarily to the very nauseating sound of scraping against bone. His own femur in this case. The lower half of his face was covered in an oxygen mask, but as he tilted his head he could see a surgeon with a tool shoved deep into his thigh. Thanking the anesthesia he looked up into the ceiling as a nurse's face appeared. She asked him something, but it was hard to make out. He tried in wain to pull something over himself, not out of decency as much as pride. He didn't want anyone to see the scars. He was quickly restrained by several aides and figured he might as well let them. He was in no condition to resist anyway. There was a sharp but dull pain as the surgeon pulled out a slug from his thigh and put it in a tin. The clear sound of the bullet hitting the bottom of it sent all the sound around him rushing back instantaneously, his mind reeling under the sudden stimuli and sending him back into unconsciousness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 12:42:27</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion Mess Corridor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Kara, Lily<br><br><hr><br><em>"Now, what the hell is going on this time?"</em><br><br>Ranna could almost sense the presence of their commander before the heavy blast of his voice echoed through the Mechbay.&nbsp; The commotion and chaos of the half crashed Raven and the two hurt Mechwarriors kept her attention on the situation and less on Erich's question.&nbsp; She knew as little as he did having only arrived moments before.&nbsp; The techs and med crews seemed to be taking charge of the situation, so Ranna slowly started moving over towards Erich as the two bloody techs moved away.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"What the hell is going on here? Has anyone bought the ticket? Who did this?&nbsp; This is no good. Who could have done this?"</em><br><br>Before she could get his attention, Walt joined the fray.&nbsp; Ranna considered his answer for a moment before speaking, she needed to make sure that Erich and Walt knew what was going on with the Dragoons, but she needed to ensure that Perkins was no a part of the discussion.&nbsp; Realizing this was likely not the best time to throw another grenade into the room, Ranna smiled slightly as she turned to the two men.&nbsp; "Erich, you me and Walt need to talk privately when things cool down."&nbsp; Her voice was low, making sure that nothing she conveyed could carry onto a nearby comm system.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 04:48:29</strong>
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				Walter gave Ranna a bit of a scowl as she interrupted. But as he saw the expression on her face and heard her hushed tone he realized it might be important. So important that it was a private matter between her and the two commanders. Which probably meant it was in confidence, for their discretion only.<br><br>"Alright, I know where to go. Al, I want you to check through that record now, I don't care who's or how much blood you must wade through. If there is anything iffy on it that can complicate our situation, delete it. I suspect the local law will want to have a look at it and I'm not too keen to let them in on our private dealings. Erich, Ranna, come with me."<br><br>He turned on the heel and marched off, sending a quick message to Perkins that he would be down in the MedBay shortly before turning the other direction in the corridor. As they arrived outside his quarter he unlocked and showed them in. The room was as clean as could be, bed made in the strictest of fashion and his desk cleared and with perfectly aligned stacks of paper and office supplies. A sturdy revolver was set aside to the left of the desk and above it hang a small Rasalhague banner, being just about the only color in the whole room. Closing the door behind them one could realize that there was no inter-comms in the room. Walter's quarters was his own and no one else's and he would be driven mad if he didn't have any place where he couldn't relax and get away from it all. He took out his earpiece and turned it of with a click before he eyed Ranna.<br><br>"So, what ill tides do you bring?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 21:46:35</strong>
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				Graff entered the dropship behind Walter, he was even less sure what was going on than the people scrambling around.&nbsp; Had they gotten another new pilot who drove a Raven?&nbsp; The fresh looking blood on the floor though didn't seem like this was a social call.&nbsp; With all the activity, in the hanger Graff just quietly slips through the doors to his quarters.&nbsp; They are on lockdown right now so there's not much for him to do.&nbsp; He hears Alroy talk about knowing a few languages to help translate some guncam footage and he knows none so it's best to just say out of the way.<br><br>On the plus side he hopefully made got on Perkin's good side with getting 10 Mil for the BattleArmor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 18:25:18</strong>
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				Erich paused when he noticed Graff looking like he was lost in thought, so he detoured, pausing next to the young Marauder pilot. "Hey. Seems our resident Capellan 'Tech and ShadowHawk pilot got into a scrape; you have a good head on your shoulders; can I trust you to help out with whatever Alroy and the techs need so we can figure out the hows and whys?"<br><br>He frowned slightly, turning as he had someplace to be; at the very least, his suggestion would prevent Graff from thinking too hard about what kind of persons would be dumb enough to attack a mechwarrior; after all, if they were dumb enough to attack a warrior, they'd likely be dumb enough to attack a dropship, and with Graff temporarily disposessed while his 'mech was being refitted by GM/Blackwell's techs, it would be remiss of Erich to not try to distract the young mechwarrior to avoid thinking of that.<br><br>Taking the service lift up the side of the dropship's mechbay, He headed through the hatch, and up a traversal shaft to the crew deck, before walking into Walt's room, nonchalantly leaning against the desk that took up a significant fraction of the room, and lighting a cigar. "Next time I tell you to turn in a report to the MRB, Ranna, I'd appreciate it if you did. Still, I trust you had your reasons to disobey a direct order and hunt for information through your own sources, so let's hear it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 19:09:53</strong>
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				"Is that what had happened?"&nbsp; Graff replied with shock in his voice as he is finally getting an idea of what's going on, the ShadowHawk seemed stowed when he made his way through so was the Raven's Janos' or did they steal it?&nbsp; "Um, ok sure."&nbsp; He replies to the vague orders he's given.&nbsp; Turning around he heads over to Alroy to see what exactly he's doing.&nbsp; He hadn't really started to dwell on the type of person who would attack a mechwarrior while they are outside of their mech, but now he's kind of getting an idea of how naked he really is.&nbsp; If it were him in that situation (of which he can only really speculate) Graff wouldn't have had a mech to fall back on to make a quick escape (well as quick as a 75 ton assault mech can make at any rate).<br><br>Finding Alroy with a bunch of techs, Graff waits for a good time to try and chime in to see what they are doing and if he needs help.&nbsp; "Erich wanted me to lend a hand to...whatever it is you are doing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 19:29:18</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion Mess Corridor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Kara, Lily<br><br><hr><br><em>"So, what ill tides do you bring?"</em><br><br><em>"Next time I tell you to turn in a report to the MRB, Ranna, I'd appreciate it if you did. Still, I trust you had your reasons to disobey a direct order and hunt for information through your own sources, so let's hear it."</em><br><br>Ranna smiled realizing that Erich had already taken his disk to the MRB regardless of what he told her he was going to do.&nbsp; The move didn't surprise her knowing how the old Lyrian Officer though she expected it.&nbsp; Ranna looked both of the stern looking older men in the eyes.&nbsp; Her next words would either be a help or a hindrance to her position in the company.&nbsp; She paused for a moment to consider her words carefully.&nbsp; "You're right, I disobeyed and I apologize."&nbsp; Her eyes never left Erich showing him that while she accepted his authority she wasn't going to back down.&nbsp; "As I mentioned after the 'negotiation' something didn't feel right.&nbsp; It was the way Anton was acting, he's always been an arrogant puss, but this was different.&nbsp; I needed some outside confirmation."&nbsp; <br><br>Ranna's hand dug into her pocket.&nbsp; She pulled the small recorder out, considering the small metallic object in her hand for a moment before tossing it towards Erich.&nbsp; "The Dragoons control the MRB.&nbsp; There's no benefit in trying to have them censured, it'll just make more trouble for us.&nbsp; As for what the Dragoons are up to, lets just say my very well informed source told me that the Dragoons interest in our...friend is more specific than simply getting intel on the Clans.&nbsp; They want the Clanner for something else and judging by what I heard, I'm not sure I like it."&nbsp; Ranna sighed, realizing that she was finally breaking the final ties with the Dragoons, her family and her only real ally was leaving and it was likely Ranna would never see her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 08:56:03</strong>
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				Walter looked between Erich and Ranna as they had their exchange. Why they had to go and rat on the Dragoons to begin with was a mystery to him, but he could imagine Erich had been sour loser about the affair and tried to stick it to them. Heatsinks erupted before his eyes as he gave a concerned groan and pinched the bridge of his nose.<br><br>"So now the beehive have been rattled and it fell down on the sleeping bear. Alright, Perkins still have some recruits for us to bring here and I think that whatever trouble the Dragoons are planning for us, his ties within the MRB may hold back for a while at least. So within the week we will have to high-tail it out of here. Graff's Marauder will have to be withdrawn from repairs or left behind. I am not going to lose the whole enterprise just because we had to pull the tail of the wolf. Next time, could you at least pretend that mine and Perkins' opinions matter before you try to pull a fast one on the owners of the planet we're on? I'd appreciate it." Sitting down on his bunk he sighed heavily. "Ranna, please go down to Perks and give him a heads up on what's going on, I'm sure he'll need some help now roping in the recruits. Erich, I want you to go down to MedBay and see if you can get anything from Janos and Miyoko. If you could send a doc or medtech up here as well, my head is about to blow a heatsink..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 21:51:53</strong>
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				Erich chuckled slightly as he turned to leave the small room. "You know me well enough by now, Walt; I stick by my principles, even if they inconvenience you. As for Miyoko and Janos, Don't expect anything out of them until the techs say they're good; I won't bother them until we're certain they're out of danger. As for your head feeling like that, start by lying down and close your eyes; I'll send a medtech up to poke and prod you later."<br><br>Pausing, he looked at Ranna, then pointed towards the door, indicating he wanted to talk with her outside of Walt's room; he didn't speak until the two were in the hall, walt's room door closing behind the pair. "I'm not going to bust your ass for not doing what I was going to do anyhow; don't see a reason to, because you came back with intel, and, considering it's about your former unit, that's a hard thing for you to do. It'll probably take a day or two to get things settled down around here, but once the commotion is over, why don't you and I hit up a bar near here and trade war stories, hmm? Better than being confined to the tin can, even moreso because Perky's new hires will probably congregate at the bar nearest us for when we tell them to come aboard."<br><br>He clapped one hand on Ranna's shoulder, then moved off, heading towards the medbay to see what was going on in that regard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 05:20:54</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bastion/ Walts Quarters<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erich, Walter<br><br><hr><br>Ranna listened to Walt and Erich, it wasn't anything new but the discussion of Miyoko and Janos caught her attention.&nbsp; She still hadn't been told what had happened, but to hear Janos and Miyoko were hurt didn't bode well.&nbsp; Erich's nod pulled her attention back to the now as she headed for the door.&nbsp; In the hallways she walked slow, letting Erich pull up along side her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I'm not going to bust your ass for not doing what I was going to do anyhow; don't see a reason to, because you came back with intel, and, considering it's about your former unit, that's a hard thing for you to do. It'll probably take a day or two to get things settled down around here, but once the commotion is over, why don't you and I hit up a bar near here and trade war stories, hmm? Better than being confined to the tin can, even more so because Perky's new hires will probably congregate at the bar nearest us for when we tell them to come aboard."</em><br><br>The clap on the shoulder by the older Mechwarrior caught Ranna by surprise.&nbsp; She hadn't expected her news of not taking the recording to the MRB to go over well, but she certainly hadn't expected this response from Erich.&nbsp; <em>Yes, she had betrayed her old unit, but was that unit really the one she had grown up with.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she watched Erich move off.&nbsp; Since being given Outreach and influence over the MRB, and now this damned Clan war, she realized that the Dragoons may no longer be the family she once had.<br><br>Slipping into the command center, Ranna looked around for Perkins.&nbsp; She thought it was rather ironic that Walt had assigned her to work with Perkins to bring the new recruits on considering the warning Natasha had given her about the man.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 17:50:02</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/ Coolant Leak Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Looking for new company members<br><br><hr><br>Ranna pulled the transport to a stop, listening quietly to the low thrum of the engine dying only a few feet in front of her.&nbsp; Perkins had given her the address where the new Company members were supposed to be picked up.&nbsp; She had always hated dealing with him, but this experience was even more uneasy considering Natasha's warning and Perkins' preoccupation with cleaning up the mess regarding Miyoko and Janos.&nbsp; Knowing Outreach intimately as she did, it made sense that Ranna should pick up the new members of the unit, but she hated going into meets like this blind, it never ended well.<br><br>The bright neon and shiny chrome exterior of the Coolant Leak bar's look did little to diminish the image of what the bar really was, a mercenary dive bar.&nbsp; Ranna had spent many nights here when she first left the Dragoons, trying to gain intel on the units she might be interested joining.&nbsp; It was ironic she was returning to pick up new members.&nbsp; Walking into the bar, the old familiar scents and sounds brought back her memories of her previous life.&nbsp; She sighed as she looked around the room.&nbsp; Perkins hadn't given her any personnel files or pictures so she wasn't sure how she was going to pick these new pilots out of the crowd.<br><br>Walking up to the bar Ranna caught the attention of the bar keep.&nbsp; "Give me an Ale and tell me if you know if any of these pilots are here tonight."&nbsp; She said as the gruff older man leaned over the bar to hear over the conversation and loud music.&nbsp; The man looked down at the list of four names, shaking his head slowly as he placed a glass of ale on the bar.&nbsp; Ranna nodded, rolling her eyes as she turned looking out over the crowd of pilots.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 02:52:09</strong>
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				Back in the medbay of the ship the young man in charge of Miyoko's case leans back in the chair with a loud creaking from the old chair he was using, again he looked over at the rack of monitors showing all the vital statistics of the crazy mechwarrior. All things considered he was very pleased with how the surgery had went, she had taken a very wicked hit to her belly that forced them to spend quite a bit of time picking shrapnel out of her intestines. But with a strict diet she shouldn't have to suffer very much, he grins to himself in pride thinking about how his hands had picked out every little piece from her without causing any more damage.<br><br>"Of course, the hard part will be getting her to agree to a diet." he mumbles to himself and with a few presses on the screen with his fingers he opens up her woefully empty medical chart to update it now that they finally had her in the medical bay and could examine her at their leisure. Last time she had come in for a very forced physical she had threatened the old doctor with a gun so that examination.<br><br>He started entering the new information, from her large back tattoo to the new information about her injuries. It didn't take him very long to do a quick search to find out that the tattoo belonged to the Hanamata-Kai yakuza clan, well known for their trading in black market mech parts and various drugs.<br><br>"The boss will be delighted to hear we got a criminal with us." He sighs and sends an updated file to the bossman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 04:21:46</strong>
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				NOT his kind of place. For one, the music sucked. For another, it was an Anglo-Saxon style bar, and he had never approved of the atmosphere in those. At the same time too shiny and too seedy, an enormous contrast between the polished surfaces and the drunk, generally badly-dressed customers. And for a third, it just wasn't the same without a stuffed wolpertinger in a corner, the landlord's most prestigious set of antlers over the bar, surrounded by a handful of framed Schafkopf decks. Also missing were the tin-lidded beersteins of the regulars on the mantle... But then, he was not here to lift a glass or three with friends and coworkers after work. He was here because damn it, it was about time he thought about returning to the field again.<br><br>Parcival took a breath, opened the door, and headed into the taproom. He looked as out of place as he felt, having opted for a reasonably respectable-looking suit and tie and leaving the uniform at home. He no longer was an officer in the LCAF - in fact, he could thank his lucky stars they left him the Lieutenant's insignia when they threw him out. And for once, he hadn't even seduced that woman. He growled quietly at the memory, then buried it where it belonged. In the past. The only space was at the bar, and he headed over there; hopefully, they at least had drinkable beer here, not that dishwater some of the larger outfits in the Suns served. He kept his ears open, though - always possible one might overhear something interesting. Like that redhead asking about pilots over there. With any luck, she wasn't talking about aerospace.<br><br>"What's on tap?" He asked the barkeeper, then ordered one of the local lagers. Not his first choice, but it was drinkable, while he got a better feel for the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 04:42:51</strong>
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				This was the second.. third? place Ailis had tried, after what felt like a year of looking. This one hit the senses with light and noise and a faint scent of desperation underlying the stronger scents of beer, sweat and gun oil. Ailis paused a moment, stepping out of the doorway to let her eyes and ears adjust. <em>Well... this looks to be promising, for a start.</em> The thought stuck with her as she wended her way through the crowd, boots crunching on something. Ailis didn't look down to find out what it was; too busy looking where she was going as hoots and jeers at the 'little girl' had her glowering fiercely by the time she made it to the bar, just in time to appropriate a vacated space.<br>She stood out only slightly less - small and slight, wearing snug jeans and a green t-shirt under a well-worn leather jacket. Space to either side cleared up as she spoke up. "Scotch, neat - an' don' ye be startin' with me, lad." Ailis could, would and did show the man her ID at his skeptical look - she was old enough to get shot at, she was most assuredly old enough to drink. <em>Fourth time's the charm, right?</em> She thought, as she sipped the amber liquid and shuddered at the bitter flavor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 15:11:34</strong>
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				Right now, Elisa just wanted a drink. She’d thought that getting back to Outreach would be a clean start and an opportunity to pick things up off the floor and try again. Instead it had jus become more of a mess; a fight with the Dragoons, Miyoko being shot, team members dropping out and a dead-end investigation was adding up to a frustrating experience that was not working out well. Miyoko was recovering, yes, but that didn’t help much.<br><br>She’d headed down to a bar in town, hoping to blow off some steam and relax. To her surprise, upon entering, she found that Ranna was already there, sitting at the bar. It was a surprise, but unlike many that had hit her recently, not an unwelcome one. The simple fact was that Elisa barely knew the former Dragoon, much like many of the other MechWarriors she was serving alongside. The team’s members just didn’t seem to be that sociable.<br><br><em>Time to try and fix that</em> she considered as she sat down net to Ranna, ordering a beer from the bar. “Hey.” Elisa simply began, nodding to the other woman. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” She offered a small smile. “Trying to get a break from the insanity or here for work?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 20:08:46</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/ Coolant Leak Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Looking for new company members<br><br><hr><br>Ranna watched as people came and went from the bar.&nbsp; She couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration at the idea of trying to pick out the new members without any idea who they were.&nbsp; All Perkins had told her was that the Merc hiring commission had confirmed that the new members recruitment had been finalized, but they had only been told where to be picked up.&nbsp; <em>Why couldn't they just have been sent to the damn Bastion at the spaceport</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she sipped at her Ale.&nbsp; Looking around the room she tried to pick out the old heads.&nbsp; There were always a few locals who hung out at the merc bars, chatting up the new arrivals looking for stories or intel.&nbsp; <br><br>She caught sight of the man she was looking for when a familiar voice pulled away her attention.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>“Didn’t expect to see you here.” She offered a small smile. “Trying to get a break from the insanity or here for work?”</em>&nbsp; Elisa's unmistakable red hair and green eyes drew Ranna's eye as she returned the other woman's smile.&nbsp; Of all of the women in the company Elisa had been one of the few Ranna hadn't taken time to get to know.&nbsp; But knowing the little of her history that she did, Ranna knew that Elisa was likely the most like her than any of the other women in the company.&nbsp; "I'm supposed to be picking up Perkins new recruits."&nbsp; She nodded slightly to the crowd of people with a sarcastic smirk on her face.&nbsp; "Of course he only gave me names, no descriptions of pictures.&nbsp; You'd think he would have made some request to have them meet outside."&nbsp; She took a swig of her Ale, running a hand through her hair to pull it out of her face.&nbsp; "No matter.&nbsp; I'll just sit here till I can find one of the locals that knows the score and have him find these people for me.&nbsp; So what brings you out?&nbsp; Too much action going on back at the ship?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 14:37:22</strong>
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				“Perkins does seem to have a rather unusual approach to… most things.” Elisa commented with a smile. “Weather this is some bizarre test of your skills as a field agent or some way to observe how the new recruits act in a more natural manner as opposed to a formal interview, well, who can say. I am surprised that he didn’t give you their names, though. Seems to be a bit of an oversight to me.” She added with a small shrug, taking a sip from her bottle.<br><br>The truth was that Elisa didn’t really know what to expect from Ranna, simply because of how little she knew the other MechWarrior. Right now, she was hoping to make up some of that lost ground. <em>Allways better to know who you’re fighting alongside so you can better predict what’ll happen when the crap his the fan</em>, she told herself. <em>Especially with some of the surprises we’ve had so far.</em><br><br>“I wanted to get away from the ship, yeah.” Elisa admitted. “Relax, blow off some steam and try to take my mind off of things if I can. This looked liek as good a place as any. Trust me I had no idea that you were in here, nor the new recrtuits – whoever they are.” She offered a small smile at the last comment. “Call it a happy coincidence if you will.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 18:28:18</strong>
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				"I do not know about new recruits," Parcival chimes in from a few seats down, overhearing the conversation between the girls. "But I /was/ told this place is a favorite haven for mercenary groups looking for single pilots, rather than entire lances or companies, to add to their rosters." He takes another sip from his beer, thinking this over. "Actually, the person who pointed me here /did/ introduce himself as 'Perkins' - but that is such a commons-and-gardens name I would consider it highly unlikely to have been the same 'Perkins.'"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 12:38:48</strong>
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				Miyoko slowly opens her eyes to find the world spin madly around her, some bright light seem to shine directly into her eyes and she isn't sure where she is. But something else is tugging at her mind and it takes a while to realize what the heck it is that is wrong, then it hits her.. she has no sensation below her chest at all.<br><br>"Wha.." she starts to speak and finds a large tube in her throat making any speaking impossible, a young woman in a white outfit notices that she is awake and rushes over with a worried look on her face. "DOC! She is awake! Don't try and move miss, you had major surgery and shouldnt move at all. Please dont speak, blink if you are in pain please.. can you feel my hand.. close your eyes firmly if you can feel me."<br><br>Miyokos mind was reeling under this onslaught of words and sensations that filter through the drugs that are coursing through her body, she tries to make the nurse know that no.. she isnt in pain but she cant in fact feel anything. The first few tendrils of fear creep into her mind when she cant even move her head but a soft little hiss of a drug being added to her body soon has her swimming down into the darkness again and she is soon back unconscious. The doctor leans down over her with a frown on his face, "She shouldnt be awake, her intestines are still a mess and we need to go back in and try and remove the shrapnel from her spine before I even dare wake her up. Nurse please keep a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't wake up again please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 20:36:55</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/ Coolant Leak Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Looking for new company members<br><br><hr><br><em>“I wanted to get away from the ship, yeah.&nbsp; Relax, blow off some steam and try to take my mind off of things if I can. This looked like as good a place as any. Trust me I had no idea that you were in here, nor the new recrtuits – whoever they are.&nbsp; Call it a happy coincidence if you will.”</em><br><br>Ranna returned the smile with a small tilt of her glass in toast to the two women's new found camaraderie.&nbsp; "Yes, it is definitely a happy coincidence.&nbsp; I'm just sorry it's taken us this long to get a chance to hang out."&nbsp; She drank from her glass, her eyes watching Elisa, not out of suspicion but out of interest.&nbsp; Ranna quickly ran through the small amount of information she had on the other woman's past history.&nbsp; She swallowed her ale and began to ask Elisa about her past when a second voice pulled her thoughts back to the crowd.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I do not know about new recruits, but I was told this place is a favorite haven for mercenary groups looking for single pilots, rather than entire lances or companies, to add to their rosters.&nbsp; Actually, the person who pointed me here did introduce himself as 'Perkins' but that is such a commons-and-gardens name I would consider it highly unlikely to have been the same 'Perkins."</em><br><br>Ranna looked up at where the voice came from to find a man sitting on a nearby stool.&nbsp; His short rather unremarkable looks screamed Lyran in some form that she couldn't put a finger on.&nbsp; He carried himself like a man who was too good for the rest of the people around him, but the look on his face seemed strangely charming.&nbsp; "Well, if you're looking for Old Bones company then you've been talking to the right Perkins."&nbsp; She looked at Elisa for a minute with a smile then turned back to the man.&nbsp; I'm Lieutenant Ranna Kranok, and this is Elisa Moreno, We're here to pick up four new recruits our boss Kevin Perkins hired through the MRB." Ranna made the last comment just loud enough that it hung in the air, hoping the other new members were in earshot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 21:33:23</strong>
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				Ailis straightens a little, considering the source of this comment.<em> Aye, that berk /did/ call himself 'Perkins', didn't he .. </em> Vague suspicion is shaken off with a grunt as she straightens. "Someone /did/ suggest I try again - 'third time lucky', he said, right enough." Ailis' otherwise sweet tones are coloured over and through with a thick brogue - not unpleasant, but perhaps jarring, to those not used to it. "Ye'd be th' officer he spoke of? Helpful sod - he dinnae give me a name t' ask for."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 02:28:32</strong>
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				"Lieutenant." Parcival nods at the woman doing the talking. "Seems it was the same Perkins, then - although I do not believe the hiring process is wholly complete in my case. There is still some paperwork that needs to clear the MRB before they will register me. That having been said, he did send me to meet Lieutenant Krannok in here." He extends his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Ma'am."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 15:45:29</strong>
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				Elisa sized up the two newcomers, quietly listening to them speak as they introduced themselves. SO far they seemed to be eager, if a little wary of Perkins and his odd hiring processes. That much she could understand, knowing full well she’d feel the same in their place. “It’s a pleasure to meet both of you.” She warmly replied after a short pause. “I’m Elisa Moreno, and I’m glad to have you both on board. If you need anything or there’s anything you want to know, don’t hesitate to ask.”<br><br>She’d been hoping to have a moment to figure out a bit more about Ranna and get to know the other officer better, but that could wait. New recruits took priority, and getting them to stick was more so right now.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 10:27:29</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/ Coolant Leak Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Looking for new company members<br><br><hr> <br><br><em>Someone did suggest I try again - 'third time lucky', Ailis' Ye'd be th' officer he spoke of? Helpful sod, he dinnae give me a name t' ask for.</em><br><br><em>Lieutenant. Seems it was the same Perkins, then, although I do not believe the hiring process is wholly complete in my case. There is still some paperwork that needs to clear the MRB before they will register me. That having been said, he did send me to meet Lieutenant Krannok in here.&nbsp; Pleasure to meet you, Ma'am.</em><br><br>Ranna scoffed with a sarcastic twist to the edges of her mouth.&nbsp; Why didn't it surprise her that this whole hiring process was confused and twisted up.&nbsp; Much like new recruits showing up in the middle of an operation.&nbsp; "Yep, that's Perkins.&nbsp; And I seriously doubt he told anyone my name, I don't think anyone knew who was coming to get you until about five minutes before I was told to do it."&nbsp; Ranna turned back to Elisa, giving her a friendly smile and a slight wink, before she turned to the bartender with her glass raised up signaling another round.&nbsp; "Well we're apparently waiting two more, so might as well have another."&nbsp; Settling back onto her stool, Ranna looked over the man and the small woman standing before her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Great...just what we needed in the company, another redhead....</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself, wondering if the new girl was natural red or not.&nbsp; It mattered, it really did.&nbsp; "By your accents and build, I'm guessing you're both Lyran.&nbsp; I'm guessing Ailis is it?&nbsp; You're from Skye?&nbsp; Pretty hard to miss the accent there.&nbsp; I spent some time near Skye with the Dragoons during the Fourth Succession War.&nbsp; So what units are you coming from?"&nbsp; She looked back to Elisa, wondering if her and the other woman would ever get a chance to talk and bond, considering how things had gone so far, it was even odds on either.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 20:17:32</strong>
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				"Skye province, aye." Ailis leans forward for a better look, tucking one foot back a bit for balance. "I was wi' the Silvers before. Got th' crap kicked out of 'em, last mission, boss disbanded us. Was sorry t' leave 'em, they were good men." She looks away, the braid on that side slides off her shoulder to thump against her wrist. "Was a right mess, sure enough." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 04:02:54</strong>
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				"Most recently, /honest/ work," Parcival responds with a dry smile. "Been spending the past six years out of a 'Mech. The Dragon sent my corp out of business during a raid, but somehow missed my mothballed Archer - it was either sell it, or dust off the old piloting skills. Before that, I was a regular. 5th Donegal Guards, served under Tedesco until shortly before his promotion to Hauptmann-General."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 14:29:06</strong>
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				Elisa had been hoping to take some time out to get to know Ranna a little better given the unexpected opportunity, but at the moment there were other more pressing issues. Making a good first impression on the newcomers was vital if you wanted to convert them into full-time team members, and right now that was her priority. <em>Hopefully we can catch up later,</em> she mentally added, giving another small nod to Ranna before turning back to Parcival and Allis.<br><br>“I’m sorry to hear about your units, both of you.” She spoke up. “I’ve been there myself and it’s never fun to have a team come apart around you. My last unit, Castilla’s Cavaliers, fell apart after a contract went bad and the Cow Guys refused to cough up. Not pretty, but you learn to roll with it. Besides, opportunity knocks and all that.”<br><br>“I think it’s fair to say that life with the Old Bones is not going to be dull.” Elisa finished. “But it’s certainly full of opportunities, and in this line of work that’s something you learn to appreciate.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 01:06:41</strong>
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				Ailis chuckles. "I'd like t' think that I've learned a thing or three about appreciatin' opportunity - but I'm always willin' to learn something new." She smiles ruefully. "Might've preferred that t' the reason the Silvers broke up. Lost a lot of good friends t' that fracas." She flips one of the long braids over her shoulder, showing where the sides have been shaved, and are growing back in, tinting her skin a warmer shade. "I'm Ailis Ciarach. Last wi' Thomas Aubrecht's Silver Legacy company. Was part of his recon lance."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 02:23:24</strong>
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				Erich had been kept busy in the days since Miyoko had ended up in the dropship's medical bay; While a planetside hospital would be better-equipped, and, in general, far better-supplied than the Medical unit on a crusty old Union-class, he knew, deep in his gut, that within the Bastion was probably the safest place on all of Outreach for any of his crew, especially an injured crew member.<br><br>He had kept his hands busy, getting deep into the tinkering and maintenance on his 'Mech to keep himself occupied and his growing anger focused on something constructive; Perkins and Walt had talked with him about the new recruits, and how the bunch were supposed to be meeting at a local bar soon, then, after going through the profiles and histories of the group of recruits, Perkins mentioned he had already tasked Ranna with collecting the newcomers. Part of the big veteran wanted to swing by the bar and see if things were getting on well, especially as GM-Blackwell's techs had pulled through on the rush job he had paid for and fully restored Graff's Marauder to essentially pristine working conditions in record time; it had been a hefty chunk out of Erich's personal pocketbook, however.<br><br>Picking up a wrench, he carefully adjusted one of the cables leading to his mech's left-arm PPC internal capacitor; with the seven-ton weapon mounted to the underside of the 'mech's forelimb, several of the capacitor's reserve charging cables were mounted on either side of the Awesome's elbow joint, which, while they were shielded from the powerful, if inaccurate weapon fire a 'mech would normally be exposed to, a sniper with a suitably large-calibre weapon could damage the cables enough to slow the recharge rate for the big gun. Still, however unlikely that was, the simple act of checking the wrist-thick bundled cables kept his mind working, and let him do something constructive instead of waiting for the comlink on his belt to warble and inform him of some new development.<br><br>After several minutes of checking, and, satisfied with the lack of damage to the cables leading into the guts of one of his mech's primary weapons, he placed his tools back into a small toolbox, and began the climb down to the 'mechbay's floor; he had some time to kill, paperwork was being shuffled to Walt as much as possible to make the Neuro-damaged commander feel useful, if annoyed, and Erich really needed a stiff drink. So, with that on his mind, he made his decision to head to the bar that Ranna had been sent to, and hoped, for a moment, that the place hadn't been destroyed by a brawl until after he had a drink in him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 02:55:53</strong>
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				Graff jogged up behind Erich as he crossed the mech bay, "Sir," he said as he closed in behind.&nbsp; "I have the review of the guncam footage here."&nbsp; He handed over a pad that detailed what had happened, there wasn't much.&nbsp; The guncam wasn't on before the firefight started and even so most cam's don't record audio anyway just visual data.&nbsp; It did show the pilot (Janos apparently) scream out of the warehouse after riddling several people with bullets.&nbsp; From the debris that that was thrown ahead of them Graff had guessed that there had been some sort of explosion behind them, although nothing that was splattered with bullets should have ignited...at least from what he could see.<br><br>"There's not much, the Raven wasn't powered up until after the shooting had started."&nbsp; Graff mentioned.&nbsp; No one but Janos really knew what happened there and he was pretty tight lipped on details outside of a firefight broke out when they were picking up the Mech and Miyoko was hit.&nbsp; At least to him...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 03:10:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erich accepted the pad, reviewing the short footage snippet, before nodding. "Alright; that's about as good as I hoped for. Doesn't look like the people Janos shot up were dragoons, so we can rule them off of the list of suspects. And, with a certain young lady having a backful of tattoos, I'd wager that it's more likely that it's Yakuza-related. Which, of course, means that we can't do shit about it for the time being."<br><br>Handing the datapad back to Graff, he pointed at one of the slow heavy transport trucks that was just pulling in. "GM's tech crew called earlier; your Marauder's on that truck, having enjoyed a full overhaul. Once you get the beastie back into its bay, you can find me at the nearest bar; I have a hankering for something to drink, and It's about time I relaxed for more than a few minutes."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 03:45:45</strong>
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				"Fifth Guards are still around, last I checked." Parcival gives a mirthless smile. "So the condolences are somewhat misplaced - I spent the past few years being a non-combattant. It is about time I returned to the ranks, but I am a little old to reenlist." Not that the LCAF would have him, but that is another matter entirely, and not one he plans on bringing up. It is in the files anyway, once the MRBC gets around to processing them all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 04:26:14</strong>
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				Graff's shocked reaction shown on him as plain as day when Erich mentioned the full overhaul, he had expected they were just going to ship it back to them without any modification done to it after the word came down that they were cutting their month long R&amp;R/Cake assignment into just a few days.&nbsp; "Really, wow...um...ok...thanks, I'll make sure it gets stowed and come find you."&nbsp; He took the pad back and went to wait for his mech to come back home so he can make sure it gets ratcheted down and ready for their trip off world.<br><br>It was a painstaking two hour wait before the trailer arrived with his Marauder strapped onto it's bed.&nbsp; From then on it was just a signature to accept delivery before he climbed into the cockpit to walk it up into the mechbay.&nbsp; The first thing Graff noticed was how clean the cockpit was, the general musty smell was mostly gone as was the old wornout chair.&nbsp; Panels that hadn't worked in years flickered to life as he powered up his mech, the entire process seemed to be snappier too.&nbsp; All in all it was like Graff had a brand new mech, now he just needed to make sure that he could keep it that way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 11:26:03</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/ Coolant Leak Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Looking for new company members<br><br><hr> <br><br>Ranna chuckled to herself quietly as she drank, listening to the stories of the two new pilots.&nbsp; Seemed to be a constant story of disaster coming from most of the mercs she'd met lately, after another moment she realized it was about to get a lot worse.&nbsp; The Clan invasion had the whole sphere scrambling to stop their advance, and from what she saw walking through Dragoon tower, there must have been a huge call from the Houses to throw merc units into the path while the regulars get in place.&nbsp; Looking at Percival, "Well I hope you're able to get up to speed quick.&nbsp; We've had a few pretty hairy fights in the last few months.&nbsp; Ran into some Clanners a while back and lost a few pilots raiding a Cappy base, so we tend to get thrown into the action pretty hard." <br><br>Ranna looked over the smaller woman standing near her, the shaved sides of her head not being much of a surprise due to the way old style neuro helmets needed skin contact for good reception.&nbsp; Regardless, Ranna slowly studied the young girl for a second then turned her attention back to the group. "It sounds like we're going to be getting a cooshy garrison assignment next.&nbsp; We'll have to use that time to make sure everyone is up to speed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 16:54:42</strong>
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				“Pleasure to meet you, Ailis.” Elisa nodded with a smile. “And glad to have another Merc vet on board. We’ll have to get together and swap stories some day.” <em>Something I think we all need to do, really.</em> She mentally added. <em>This team has too many secrets and not enough openness between its members.</em> A part of her wondered if that had been what had happened to Jack; the instant she began prying, he took off lest the awful truth get out.<br><br>Putting that aside, she turned back to the newcomers. “Cushy garrison jobs are the last word in mixed blessings.” Elisa commented as she nodded to Ailis. “The pay is rarely good, but it’s a chance to take it easy and kick back a little. And some days a low-pay low-risk assignment where nothing happens can actually be the job that keeps you above water.” She smirked more then a little. “Mercenary life is never dull, that’s for sure. Even in a cushy job, something exciting is bound to happen. Some days, it seems inevitable.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 18:17:23</strong>
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				"Cushy garrison job?" Parcival raises an eyebrow. "My experience is that is a contradiction in terms, somewhat akin to military intelligence. Besides, they do not pay mercenaries to sit on their arses sucking off funds for cushy jobs. That's what they have the regulars for. Mercs get sent to those spots too dangerous for the guys flying House colors."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 21:40:40</strong>
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				Everything seemed normal in the bar until a group of 17 wolf dragoons burst through the door. All going to the second floor balcony smiling and laughing, ordering drinks like it was a party. One person of the group stood out as not being a dragoon but is the center of attention. Another group of 23 followed them up as a voice echoed through the bar saying "I am proud of every one of you dragoons. You all mastered my teachings quicker than anyone else. Now I am done training you, I am sorry to say I will be leaving Outreach. I have done my job and found a new one. But why let this bad news ruin our good day. I will look for this Perkins after we party. Drinks are on......" The sound of the mans voice stopped as another man spoke up. "Are you Robert Johnson?" The first voice answered "Yes." The second voice replied "Good. I am from the Shadowking raiders. Here for revenge." Then with a sound of a punch connecting, mister center of attention fell from the second floor balcony landing of a empty table. The man began to stand up and yelled "Dragoons! Lets give them a real fight." A person from the second group ran over in hopes of catching a injured man by surprise but got a powerful sucker punch instead. The man that fell was ready for a fight as the sounds of a large brawl started upstairs spilling onto the ground level. Now the entire bar was in the fight with the dragoons against the Shadowking raiders.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 11:34:41</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outreach/ Coolant Leak Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Looking for new company members<br><br><hr> <br><br>Ranna had recognized a number of the men who entered the bar and headed up to the upper level while she had been listening to Ailis, Percival and Elisa, but did her best to keep from catching their attention.&nbsp; A number of them were new pups the Dragoons had recruited a few years back, part of the new regime, part of Anton's crowd.&nbsp; Ranna remembered Natasha having issue with their attitudes and discipline and had warned Jaime they would be trouble.&nbsp; Ranna remembered helping train a few of the older boys and realizing their recklessness in cockiness tended to get them shot up during simulations, <em>It's good to see things haven't changed much</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as the yelling grew louder and the first signs of a fight ensued.<br><br>"I'd suggest we clear out.&nbsp; We can't wait for the other two any longer and we don't need this kind of head right now."&nbsp; With a long chug she swallowed the rest of her Ale and moved towards the door, carefully weaving her way through the throng of onlookers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 20:09:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ailis tilted her head, listening intently to the rise and fall of sound above. "Aye. Must be Tuesday." There was a pretty good shot left in her glass - this time, she doesn't even wince as it goes down. "Prob'ly best t' get clear, at th' least, before someone forgets good manners." Said with a completely straight face, too. <br>She doesn't even twitch when the first waves reach their floor. Her gaze sweeps the room, looking for a safe-ish path through the chaos. "Keep t' the edges?" She suggests, after a good look. "T' the left - I dinnae know how long it'll be clear." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 20:25:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not long." Parcival shrugs. "What are the rules for barfights here, just in case? It is all friendly until blades and guns come out?" Despite his seemingly nonchalant attitude about it, he does get to his feet and follows Ailis' indication with his eyes. "But yeah, that looks like a good way out. If we move." He certainly doesn't hesitate - the LT has that part right, noone needs to be knocked on the head tonight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 23:41:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Bastion, several days later, Walter, Erich and Perkins with the new recruits on the command bridge.</strong><br><hr>Walter gave a yawn as the new recruits filed in on the bridge for their first meeting with the company commanders and the rest of the warriors. Despite the little brawl in the bar some days earlier they had managed to get everyone on board for take off and thanks to some of Perkins' contacts in the MRB they had avoided any further investigations that the local law wanted to conduct about the incident and the little affair with the stumbling Raven. It had taken only a few days for them to get the permissions to leave the planet, which to Perkins' chagrin had meant that the Overlord and accompanying ASF's and ground company would have to wait until they found a safer port to requisition such resources. If nothing else it had eased the burden on their already tight budget somewhat. As they watched the recruits taking their places among the others around the large briefing table Walter couldn't help but remembering the last batch they had picked up. Hopefully these would perform a bit more... stable. They were still some warriors short though, which they hoped to fix along the way to their destination, a Lyran world not too far away that had been attacked by a terrorist cell, damaging its ancient HyperPulse Generator. ComStar had hired the Ol' Bones to assist the local forces along with another smaller merc company from the Free Worlds League. As they were finally seated he stood up with a nod towards his fellow officers and began.<br><br>"I take it you have all signed the contracts for your stay with the company. Otherwise you wouldn't be here." The contract had been rather generous, even by MRB standards. Only a fool had declined, especially with the upcoming routine mission. "In that case I welcome you to the Ol' Bones. We will arrive and dock with the Citadel, our JumpShip, in approximately 10 hours after which it will take us a few days to reach our destination. In the meanwhile I suggest to accustom yourself to the Bastion, its crew and your fellow warriors. Beginning with us, your commanding officers. First and foremost, Erich Oststein, your commander in the field. While you are welcome to any one of us at any mortal hours, he's the one you should get closest to. When he says jump et cetera. Perkins here is our AeroSpace and DropShip commander and also handles our finances. If you have any questions regarding that, he's the man. I handle the overall business of the company on the larger scale, including you, our ground forces and your air support. Anything good enough for these two is certainly good enough for me, as long as you mind the hours." He paused for a moment to look at each individually. Their resumes spoke volumes, and hopefully they would impress above and beyond that. "Any further questions? I remind you that any questions regarding our coming mission should wait until the appropriate briefing in just a moment."<br><br><hr>Bastion medical center, Janos and Miyoko<br><hr>Janos let out a string of curses as his third pen decided to run dry far earlier than it should have. His thigh was itching around the stitches again as well. It drove him crazy in the midnight hours. As such he had made sure one of his techs had brought the specifications of the light 'Mech that Walter had acquired in the last minute before their departure. He has been at work for a few hours now, looking through the specs and adding his own notes and calculations, already working on his new design. The Wasp was nearly venerable, one of the first true recon BattleMech designs. It was notoriously hard to pilot and a bit weak in the legs, perhaps even a bit outdated, but if nothing else it was an engineer's challenge. If he could make it an asset by arms alone, he would only have to subject himself to some training in it to be able to show the others that he could be one of them. Couldn't be too hard, right?<br><br>He jumped a little as his neighbor in the bed next to his groaned. Miyoko had spent most of the time asleep, by exhaustion or drugs. Janos himself was a little worried the docs might be a little too rigorous with the amount they put her to sleep over and over. He had even asked one of them when they would stop doing that, to which he was answered that it shouldn't be necessary anymore, but that he should call on them if she did wake up. Now that she was beginning to, he found himself distrusting the white coats and instead swung his legs over the side, giving up a groan of his own as some pain shot up his spine from his injured thigh. The bullet that had hit him had graced his artery and femur, which meant a bit of recovery would be needed. The doc had even mentioned that he should have bled out long before they got to the Bastion, but of course he had not. Healthy living without smoking, drinking and drugs he told himself, mixed with some pure Capellan determination. If anything of that was true only the gods knew.<br><br>"Miyoko..." He leaned in over her carefully, trying to see if she would open her eyes. "Are you awake? Please? I'm so desperately alone and bored. I think the doctors might be conspiring against us..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 02:29:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"of course they are" She groans out her voice clearly laced with pain, one eye cracking open as she looks at him through a haze made of pain and powerful drugs designed to keep her under. "I dont trust a doctor further then I can throw them, still..." she stops to grimace in pain as her ravaged abdomen reminds her not to even think about moving without causing herself serious pain.<br><br>"I.. heard the doc tell them to keep me asleep, guess my reputation as the worst patient." Her sentence being cut off as she seems to fall back asleep for a few minutes before her eyelids flutter open again. She slowly turns her head to look at him and a warm smile hovers on her lips.<br><br>"I.. I'm sorry you got hurt. Thank you." She extends her hand as much as it can with all the tubes going into it, the elaborate tattoos of her past now visible since she has been unable to put on the makeup to hide it. "i owe you, big time."<br><br>Her eyes clearly betraying her vulnerable state, it isnt often Miyoko allows herself to be in someones debt. But Janos did got hurt because of her and despite that made she she got the treatment to save her life as well. "For a Capellan, you are all right you know that?" It is a feeble joke but the best her brain can come up with at the moment. She notes that he is watching her arm and just nods slowly, "yeah. Continues along my back, it really is beautiful but well.. us yaks are not very well liked, even by Draconis standards. But.. you wanna sneak out and get some real food?" She slowly sits up and looks down at all the IV bags hanging around her and sighs, "or.. well I guess I can watch you eat. I assume I dont have much of my intestines left... how about you? How badly did you get mangled up?" She leans back again to rest herself, clearly exhausted by that little movement as she waits for him to speak a bit. Her eyes roaming over the monitors trying to figure out what they say but with all the drugs still roaring through her body the text seems to just swim&nbsp; around and she quickly gives up on it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 03:00:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Define 'mortal hours,'" Parcival requests after a moment's consideration. "I've seen anything from 'whenever there are no shells flying' to 'nine to fifteen, and gods help you if you interrupt lunch.'"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 19:36:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erich moved from his semi-relaxed lean against the bulkhead, moving towards the group until he stood across from them. "In my case, 'Mortal hours' means any time I'm needed for advice, questions, or what-not. Just don't expect me to be all smiles and sunshine if you wake me up at oh-three hundred because you can't find your favourite sippy cup, kids."<br><br>He smirked slightly, then let his face fall into its typical stony countenance. "In all seriousness; I'm not a nice guy, I don't pretend to be, but I plan to make sure you lot work together, which is why I agreed to the garrison contract. It'll give all of us time to work together, in full formation as well as smaller elements. For now, though, I'm keeping lance organization a surprise until we arrive on-planet. So, with that in mind, try to mingle; you'll never know who has your back if we get into a fight."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 20:34:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Bastion Command Bridge</strong><br><hr>Perkins cleared his throat as Erich was done and stood up, placing a pile of folders on the table and pushing it to his right to pass around.<br><br>"Down to business then, since there were no other questions. This folder contains limited information about our new mission. Until we arrive to the system I cannot divulge any further intel. Our mission is classified, in the service of ComStar. Any information you partake in here should be kept on the low. You are prohibited to discuss it with anyone outside of those here in the room and Ms Shadowborn and Mr Wu, whom Erich will fill in after this meeting." He paused a moment to let everyone get a copy of the folder and then continued. "We are en route to a Lyran world, by any standards a pretty backwater settlement, except for one detail. The planet houses a HyperPulse Generator, the highly sophisticated machinery of ComStar that allows interstellar communications across the Inner Sphere. The facility was targeted by an unknown terrorist cell some weeks ago and in an attack the HPG was crippled. Fearing more attacks, ComStar does not trust the local militia to keep them safe and has thus employed us and one more mercenary company to fill the gaps in security while the facility is repaired. So far only I have the full story and briefing on this, but due to security concerns I am not to give you anything further until we reach the system. Until then I recommend you always carry this folder with you, memorize it and keep it away from unauthorized eyes. Any questions about the content can be asked to either three of us once you have read through it after the meeting is over with."<br><br><hr><strong>MedBay</strong><br><hr>Janos backed down to sit on the edge of his own bed as she woke up. He was relieved that she was awake, doctors and nurses were surprisingly boring company to keep. He listened to what she had to say, becoming a bit worried as she fell asleep again, but regaining his composure once she came back to consciousness. He took her hand as she offered it to him and gave her a crooked smile.<br><br>"Well you're not too bad for a baby-eating snake either." He paused a moment to look at her tattoos, as he had not really had a look at them before. They reminded him of the tattoos that the Mashirovkas who visited their base occasionally had plastered all over them. She was certainly more pleasant to be around than they were, although he had managed a rather nice evening with a female Mashirovka around the time when his services were in high demand. "As for food, I think its better if we stay put. Unless we both want to be kept asleep for our remaining time here..." He looked down on his bandaged leg and sighed. "As for my injuries, I got a bullet through an artery and my femur. Certainly not the worst I have had." He smiled broadly, showing off the gap in his row of teeth and drawing a line along the scar across his nose with his thumb. "You should see me out of my clothes." He fell silent for a moment, his scar&nbsp; darkening a little. "Heh, that sounded a bit different than I thought it would..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 23:46:34</strong>
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				Graff entered the Medbay as Janos was was showing off his scars.&nbsp; The pause seemed like a good time to jump in, "Um, sorry if I'm interrupting.&nbsp; Mechs were getting shuffled around the mech bay...shuffling your Shadowhawk towards the back to make room for the new mechs...and I uh, thought you might like these."&nbsp; Graff set Miyoko's two stuffed bears down on her bed.&nbsp; He's seen them in the cockpit of her mech a few times as they were mounting up but never really realized who they were.&nbsp; He thought that they were just part of her Miyoko's quirky style.&nbsp; "...you know to help you get better.&nbsp; Um, I also cleaned up the blood in and on your Raven.&nbsp; I hope you don't mind."&nbsp; Graff didn't really know Miyoko outside of combat, and is a little scared to at the same time.&nbsp; He's grown up being told that everyone in the Draconis Combine is evil, but now since being in this Mercenary Company and the attack from the Clans he knows that the people at home were wrong.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 00:08:05</strong>
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				"Hey dont knock it until you tried it, deep fried baby on the stick is.. deeeeeelicious." She smacks her lips playfully, lips curled into a wide grin and her eyes sparkling with joy for the first time in ages. "I should eh? Well... I will hold you to that, we can compare scars or.. you can show them off and Ill show off my back piece over a drink or two and some deep fried babies? Deal?"<br><br>She shifts a bit so she can more comfortably look at him, one hand reaching up to flick off the alarms on the monitor hooked up to her before it can start squealing due to her movements. "yeah, thats why the docs hate me. oh.. eh.. by the way, think we can keep my brothers involvement between the two of us?" She almost jumps as Graff speaks up, her eyes at first a bit scared then she sees Theodore and Rose in her arms and her entire face lights up like a sun.<br><br>"Oh.. Rose!! Theodoro!!! oh bless you Graff!! That is so thoughtful! Have a seat, we where just comparing scars and tattoos. And Janos promised to show off his body for me later." She winks at Graff as her arms holds both bears close and she nuzzles their fur like a little girl." She shuffles a bit more on the bed to make room for him if he so wishes, "thank you for cleaning it up. Did they get your mech back in shape by the way?"<br><br>She keeps her mouth going to try and distract herself from the pain and also, it sure does feel good to be chatting with her fellow mercs. She always liked Graff but could clearly tell he was afraid of her, seeing all her tats is probably going to make him even more scared so she uses the most foolproof of all icebreakers.<br><br>"This is Theodore Edward Bear, or.. Ted E Bear for short. And his wife Rose." She holds them both up a bit and makes soft little burring noises from behind their furry heads. "burr.. burr burrburr." It is without a doubt a much changed changed Miyoko sitting there in the silly patient gown, perhaps getting almost killed only to have Janos risk his life for her changed her.. or perhaps it was the slap in the face from her brother.<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 01:09:01</strong>
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				<strong>MedBay</strong><br><hr>"As soon as you regrow your insides with your magic Kuritan witch-powers I'll gladly share dinner with you." He smiled broadly once more. It was rather strange to him that the first one he had had a real conversation with was actually a snak... Kuritan. "I'll pass on the baby though, it gives me rashes."<br><br>He was just about to agreed to keep the little secret about her brother between them when Graff showed up. He became rather tight-lipped, watching as he handed her the bears. What followed was a display that he never would have heard from the propaganda about the Draconis. Theodore and Rose. He couldn't help but think that he had heard that somewhere else.<br><br>"So what's the word from above, Graff? Any news on where we are headed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 02:21:25</strong>
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				Graff was surprised by Miyoko's reaction, he didn't really expect them to be that important to her.&nbsp; "Yes...well, sort of.&nbsp; Because of what happened on planet we had to leave before my mech was fully done, but Janos you'll be glad to hear that they de-crittered my mech at least."&nbsp; Graff didn't really know why they had to leave early but that decision wasn't made in response to Miyoko's adventure.&nbsp; Taking a seat he continued.&nbsp; "I don't think I ever knew my heat indicator was suppose to be red, it's always been this pink color for as long as I've had the mech."&nbsp; Graff saw the tattoo's but didn't all Kuritan's have tattoo's after all? <br><br>Ted E Bear...nice, Graff wouldn't have figured Miyoko for a punster, still it was a little strange but Graff kind of assumed it was the drugs talking.&nbsp; "Hello, Theodore and Rose."&nbsp; He'd take each of their little arms and shakes them, then turned to Janos.&nbsp; "Not sure, it's been pretty hush hush since we left.&nbsp; I'm hoping for something less exciting than the last mission."&nbsp; <br><br>"How much longer will you two be laid up here?"&nbsp; Graff asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 02:48:25</strong>
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				Ailis listens intently, the corner of her mouth quirking up for a moment at Erich's words - as if she's heard something of the kind before. She nods, then her attention snaps back to Perkins, then downward to the table and the pile slowly making its way towards her. While she is very obviously still listening, once she has a folder, she is quick to investigate the contents. <br>In the silence following the briefing, she does have a question. "Hrn. Ne'er stationed on a water-world before... anythin' I need t' be keepin' an eye out for?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 03:07:50</strong>
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				"You have a heat indicator? I think I taped over mine, but I am glad you got some work done on it. Tell you what, when the overly cautious docs lets me out of here I will help you with any further repairs if you wish. My brother may be a total ass, but he wouldn't send me a mech that isnt in the best condition." She is quite pleased that he shook the bears paws, most adults tended to just look at her like she was crazy. Granted, her sanity was probably not in the best of shapes but she wasn't crazy<br><br>"What? You didn't enjoy that meatgrinder we got thrown into?" She chuckles softly and leans back against the pillow, clearly getting tired from sitting up like this. When Griff asks how long they will be there she looks at the various monitors and sighs.<br><br>"Well, cant speak for Janos but if these readings are right I lost my intestines. So .. I guess not for another few weeks, yeah.. it isnt exactly the first time I have ended up in medbay. But didn't the grapevine mention something about a cushy garrison job? though with our luck, the Clans will strike at it as we are landing. You know, I almost feel sorry for Perkins. The world is going to hell in a hand baske , so his job must be doubly difficult. Of course, I will deny ever saying that! Oh, Graff? You seen the new blood?"<br><br>She hugs both bears close to her chest and closes her eyes, pain racing through her pushing the last of the painkillers away and she is tempted to ask the docs for more meds but they will just insist she just sleep and she doesn't want to sleep more. She spent the last years mentally asleep, just.. functioning in a cloud of depression, it is time she tries to be a part of this group. Or.. a part of the group excluding one person. She isn't willing to go quite far enough yet to even think about burying the hatchet with Elisa, unless it is a hatchet to the back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 22:33:29</strong>
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				Robert looked on as the briefing kicked into gear. He listened carefully to every detail while looking at the folder of intel when the info about another merc company being FWL. That got his attention real well. When Walter finished talking, Robert asked"The FWL merc group. Do we atleast know there companies name?" Hoping to have prior knowledge of the group from working inside FWL space in his dads group. This might give some light on if we can trust the group to be on our side not in the enemys pocket book.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 23:20:13</strong>
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				Alroy had spent most of his time on Outreach apart from the others, before and after Miyoko's misadventure that ended with her perforated like Illiushini cheese. He had no prior involvement with the Dragoons, nor any wish to establish such involvement, and his expertise didn't extend to salvage or contract negotiations, so he had little to do with regards to official Company business.<br><br>Instead, he had immersed himself in the broadening information about the Clans, the weapons they used, and the rapidly darkening situation. A meeting of the heads of the Great Houses had been scheduled and announced right there on Outreach, but the Old Bones would be gone before the House leaders arrived - a good thing, in his mind. Technical specs of the tiny amount of Clan gear salvaged from battlefields abounded, and the tinier amount of intact hardware was going for astronomical prices on the open market and even more astronomical prices on the black market. Everyone and their grandma had ideas on how to jury-rig or overcharge Inner Sphere weapons to bring them on par with the Clantech, and some of the concepts could be retrofitted onto Tanya without needing a full factory refit. But...he had made a promise.<br><br>Since they had left Outreach, that time had been in his cabin, wrestling with that promise made almost two decades ago, and the ramifications of breaking it now. He had sunk into his own past, digging up memories buried and thought forgotten, whether voluntary or otherwise, and tapped into his drug supply more than once to alleviate the crushing depressive episodes triggered by some of those memories. He needed outside advice, and in a burst of sadistically twisted irony, there was only one person on the ship capable of understanding the burden he was under and possibly giving advice...and she was laid up in a medbay bed with her innards in tatters.<br><br>----<br><br>Entering the sickbay, he sought out one of the assorted doctors not otherwise engrossed in paperwork. "If you have a moment, would you be able to give me a status update on Ms. Shadowborn? In particular, I'm curious as to a medical estimate on when she will be permitted to leave the sickbay for non-strenuous activity, and when she will again be capable of ingesting liquids directly."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 00:20:53</strong>
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				Graff chuckled at Miyoko's heat indicator comment, "Well when you only have two long cycling weapons it doesn't matter so much, but I can cook myself in a hurry with just two or three alphas."&nbsp; Not that he would, it was more to prove the Marauder's heat point.&nbsp; He started to reply about the Capellen operation but then stopped for a second looking down, having lost two mechwarriors that day he wasn't exactly sure how to respond.&nbsp; "Um...no, I'd prefer not to have that happen again.&nbsp; The word cluster fuck doesn't begin to describe that day..."&nbsp; He trails off for a bit as Miyoko looks at her gauges and medical equipment monitoring and keeping her alive.<br><br>"Heh, yeah something like that.&nbsp; The specifics haven't really filtered down yet but that's the scuttlebutt.&nbsp; I've seen them in passing, apparently there was a huge dust up at the bar where they were picked up but I didn't make that."&nbsp; Graff didn't get out of the dropship till everyone else was coming back in, he had heard about what happened in passing but none of the details really.&nbsp; But we got two missile boats and another light from the looks of the mech bay."&nbsp; Graff noticed more of their mechs than the pilots at this point, the dropship is usually full of people he's never seen before so it's not new for him to see someone he doesn't know.<br><br>"Can I get either of you anything to help pass the time?"&nbsp; Graff asked both Miyoko and Janos.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 03:43:38</strong>
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				The doctor looks up with a tired look on his face, "oh.. who? oh.. the terror. Sadly she will have to stay here another week, then we will release her with orders to take it easy.. which she wont. But she will be out of my hair by then. Say, you dont feel like discharging her? Please? get her out of here!! She wont&nbsp; be able to eat again, so really the reason she is here is so someone will prevent her from opening up the wounds again" His eyes all eager as he reaches for the documents, looking hopeful that Alroy will sign them and take Miyoko off his hands. "Please?"<br><br><br>Miyoko listens intently to Graff and nods trying to remember what she had heard, "hmm missile mechs sounds like a good idea. Lets hope we have no more surprises. I could do with a nice cushy job to get used to the Raven. And.. I can't speak for Janos, but company is really what we need. it is dreadfully boring to just sit here and rot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 10:35:14</strong>
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				<hr>Command Bridge<br><hr>Perkins raised a brow at Robert before looking up into the ceiling and tapping his chin with a cybernetic finger. What was the name of that unit again? He could recall it. It wasn't in the folder, but one of his old friends on the MRB had told him in confidence about it. Perhaps Walter was right about retiring, he was having a hard time these days to remembering small details outside of his duties. That's when it hit him, it was the name of the commander.<br><br>"We were not given the name of the company, but I managed to find out the name of their Commander. Moses Dayan. But that is all I got, it is all very hushed up to maintain security around the details of the mission."<br><br><hr>MedBay<br><hr>"That's enough, Dr Henderson." One of the older surgeons appeared behind the desperate doctor and put a hand on his shoulders. David Hjalm was a surgeon of the old Rasalhaguean breed, strict and specialized, seldom speaking directly to patients or their kin. He had been a Field Surgeon in the Drakons back in the day, but now he was content with his cozy life aboard the Bastion. He scratched his grey beard before he offered to shake hands with Alroy.<br><br>"Long time no see, Al, my care not good enough to get you banged up anymore? Anyway, about Miyoko, I would like to discuss an experimental treatment for her which would have her back to full capacity within a few weeks. She is having a visitor now, but I would like it if you could help me sell the treatment to her, so to speak."<br><br>---<br><br>Janos sat silent for most of the time, his eyes glancing occasionally to the sheet for his new 'Mech. "I'll probably be out and walking funny soon enough. Hope so at least. As for the... meatgrinder? You did very well actually. I have seen Goddot and his berserkers before and they are surprisingly sneaky for a lance full of 100-tonners. Although once they taste blood they become... enthusiastic, makes mistakes. His last one luckily, can't say I'll miss his presence in the Sphere..."<br><br>"I would like a decent pen though, these ones are only good for signing crow's feet for the doctors I'm afraid. And some specs on the other lights, just so I know what I need to bring to the table."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 17:27:44</strong>
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				"That'd probably be a poor choice, Dave, not if you want her to actually accept the treatment. The last time the two of us spoke, it wasn't on good terms, and ended worse. I think we were threatening to kill each other, actually. I'm looking to patch that up, but trying to sell her on a experimental treatment plan alongside a doctor she's likely already hating isn't a good step on that road."<br><br>"You might want to try Erich instead, or if you can talk to him while she's asleep, the other patient, Janos. They were getting along swimmingly before the incident, and from the looks of it are enjoying each other's company still. Teaming up with him against her might get you some traction."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 20:28:22</strong>
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				Erich raised an eyebrow at the mention of the FWL contingent's commander. "Huh. He and I have had run-ins before. Makes you wonder why Comstar hired a veteran FWL commander and his attendant thorns in the side of the LCAF to garrison a world that's been LC-affiliated since the first war. Then again, I wouldn't mind meeting him in a bar, slugging him, then buying him a beer. He knows his shit when it comes to hit&amp;run tactics, so bone up on how to counter that sort of thing, just in case."<br><br>He shrugged, moving towards the door. "I'm going to check on our invalids; Homework for the day is for you lot to check out the Table of Organization and Equipment we have on Dayan's unit. The rest of the day, after you find out that information, is free to be yours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 02:09:02</strong>
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				Graff slapped his arm, sliding his hand around until he found the pen in his shoulder pocket.&nbsp; Pulling it out he hands it to Janos, "Here, use this.&nbsp; I'll grab another one the next time I'm in the mechbay, maybe try and scrounge some cards up too."&nbsp; Even after the months from their last mission he still wouldn't consider it much of a success when balanced against the the lose in personnel and mechs...how Erich bounced back so quickly astounds him.&nbsp; He looks up to Miyoko holding on to the bears like a mother would her children he speaks up, "Well I can definitely try and make it down here to keep you two company in between responsibilities and visiting hours.&nbsp; Otherwise they might send Erich down to cheer you up, and I don't think anyone wants that."&nbsp; Graff chuckled at the thought of Erich or Alroy visiting people down here just to chat.&nbsp; Since Janos got laid up though Graff has been in the mechbay every day trying to help give a hand with the staff, determined to pull his weight and more after the company sprung for the work on his mech.<br><br>"Yeah it looked like a Crusader, Archer and Wolfhound were added, not sure on the models though but that should give you something to obsess about while you are in here."&nbsp; Graff says in response to Janos' attempt to find out what's cluttering up his mechbay.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 01:30:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Perkins said the name of the commander, Robert sighed as he shook his head. Robert heard of the man and his group. Robert opened his mouth and replied "Moses Dayan....Colonel Moses Dayan. Haven't heard his name in a long time. What I know about him is he leads a group called the Netzach Dayan. They are known for running excellent recon and hunter-killer lances. It is strange that you said the other merc group contains a mix of heavy and medium 'Mechs. I see a problem there because from what I know Netzach Dayan company, they use next to no heavy or assault 'Mechs. It might be a group impersonating them just to get hired by the defenders of their current target AKA the HPG." Robert knew the Shadowking Raiders do that alot so he had to put that possiblity out on the table aswell.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 21:33:10</strong>
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				Miyoko reddens a bit when Erich is mentioned, she tries to hide it (and failing rather badly) by nuzzling her bears a little bit more fiercely. "hmm so heavy on missiles. Did you see anything on the pilots? I hope they will last longer then the last batch, we seem to have trouble keeping the recruits."<br><br>She would shrug if that wouldnt be so painful, "well lets just do our best and get home in one piece I for one am tired of sickbay and I am sure they are tired of me." She tugs on the many tubes going into her arms with a frown, "And I would kill for a nice sushi platter."<br><br>Slowly she lays her head down on the pillow, clearly quite tired by sitting up for so long. Her eyes gazing up into the ceiling counting the tiles in her head while looking sad. "Did I mention I hate sickbay? As soon as they unhook these fucking cables I am sooo out of here, cant sleep well on this bed. My body is too used to sleeping in my cockpit for a bed to be comfortable."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 14:59:00</strong>
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				It seemed that every time Elisa was getting her feet down, the world shifted around her. One moment she was fleeing from a bar fight, the next she was back on the Dropper with the rest of the crew being briefed on their newest mission. On paper, it sounded simple. But the truth was always more complicated then that, and she was carefully listening to the details. Rendezvousing with another merc company sounded like an interesting arrangement, as well as a recipe for potential trouble.<br><br>“Knowing more about these insurgents would also help”, she spoke up. “Numbers, capabilities, equipment and if they’re still active. We could be getting ourselves thrown into a hornet’s nest here, so we need to be ready. Last thing I want is for it to be one of those worlds where you can’t go to a restaurant without running the risk of being blown up and crap like that.”<br><br>She wanted to try and catch up with Ranna or the newcomers sometime, but right now she had other, more pressing concerns. <em>Still would be nice</em>, she added, giving a small nod to the redhead. <em>Hopefully we can get a mission down where things don’t blow up in our faces</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 17:32:05</strong>
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				Command bridge<br><hr>"As said, most of the intel is classified for now. You'll receive more information as soon as we reach the system. Sorry for your inconvenience, but I learned long ago to trust the directives of... ComStar." There had been a moment of hesitation from Perkins, as if he was about to say too much. He glossed over it quickly though and turned towards his crew. "Until then, just get some time to get accustomed to your new company. We have plenty before we reach our destination."<br><br><hr>MedBay<br><hr>Dr Hjalm sighed at Alroys words and gave him a nod. "If it's as you say, I guess I'll have to wait until Erich gets here. Go ahead and walk right in for now, try not to get her upset though."<br><br>---<br><br>Janos smiled awkwardly while Miyoko was lamenting her stay. He could sympathize, though he had to admit he had enjoyed the calm of the ward and the nurses taking care of him. But after all this time it was starting to get old. Wasn't like the nurses were interested in his advances anyway.<br><br>"I guess we'll just have to find a way to cope until we are released. Thanks for the help, Graff, we appreciate it alot."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 03:45:32</strong>
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				"I think the only person who likes the sickbay but the doctors."&nbsp; Graff joked, he had never really spent any time in a medbay so he's never really had the pleasure that Miyoko describes.&nbsp; But he could see that Miyoko at least was getting close to falling asleep and with Janos's thanks Graff decides it might be time to leave.&nbsp; "Your welcome, I'll let you guys get some more sleep."&nbsp; Standing up, Graff smiles at both of the infirmed patients.&nbsp; "Next time I'll find a deck of cards and bring them with me.&nbsp; Have a good night."<br><br>Graff was a little shocked to see Alroy in the medbay, "Oh hey, Alroy.&nbsp; What brings you here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 06:26:30</strong>
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				"The Robes are up to something, all right..." Parcival sighed softly. "And experience teaches it is rarely a good thing when the Robes cease worshipping their toasters and coffee machines and dabble in the world of us mere mortals." He shook his head and looked around. "Maybe the boss is right - we should probably all go and unwind a little, until he is ready to share the rest of the instructions with us." He paused, and considered the group. "And maybe you should regale us with a few stories of the Netzach Dayan, Nachbar," he addressed Robert. "We should all know what to expect and what not to expect... given that there seems to have been a change in philosophy, and quite possibly in unit designation."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 01:43:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;As one of the other new recruits began to speak of 'The robes' Robert eyebrow raised as if he was listening to a mad person. It was when a question was asked of him that stopped him of thinking what is that person talking about. Robert replied "I have fought alongside them before and noticed they dont use assault mechs. They were mostly comprised of meduims and lights with maybe only one heavy backing them up from range......Oh I just remembered they are a unit consisting only of practicing Jews. Any more infomation than that I have to contact my old group and have the file on them transmitted to us." Robert seats back in his chair again and says to Walter "Walter I have something for you from my dad. I brought it to pay a old, big gambling debt my father had with you. It is his mech nicknamed Dunamis. The name came from how my father was always told 'do not miss' because he was leader of the long-range lance." After he said that he smiled hoping they got the little joke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 03:46:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg8376031#msg8376031">Quote from: mvo33 on 11-06-2013, 03:45:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think the only person who likes the sickbay but the doctors."&nbsp; Graff joked, he had never really spent any time in a medbay so he's never really had the pleasure that Miyoko describes.&nbsp; But he could see that Miyoko at least was getting close to falling asleep and with Janos's thanks Graff decides it might be time to leave.&nbsp; "Your welcome, I'll let you guys get some more sleep."&nbsp; Standing up, Graff smiles at both of the infirmed patients.&nbsp; "Next time I'll find a deck of cards and bring them with me.&nbsp; Have a good night."<br><br>Graff was a little shocked to see Alroy in the medbay, "Oh hey, Alroy.&nbsp; What brings you here?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Alroy was about to leave when Graff spotted him, and for a moment he looked almost uncomfortable before shrugging back into his typical noncommittal expression. Pitched to where Graff could hear him easily but without letting it carry all the way over to the patient beds, he replied, "Checking up on the patients. I wanted to find out when Miss Shadowborn was going to be mobile again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 07:04:45</strong>
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				She nods to Griff as he leaves, her arms nuzzling the teddybears close. "He is a nice guy isnt he Rose? It is so nice to have you close again, you two been behaving yourself I hope."<br><br>"buurrrr!!!" She burrs to herself in a rather offended tone and turns Rose to look up at her face, "oh.. sorry! Of course you two been behaving yourselves." Slowly she lays her head down on the pillow and lets out a long sigh, the pain slowly growing inside of her so she decides she had enough excitement for today.<br><br>"So, what are you drawing over there? New designs for your.. eh.. mech?" She is hesitant to call the walking scrapheap they saved him in a mech, more like.. well.. a walking scrapheap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 07:58:24</strong>
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				Command Bridge<br><hr>Walter was picking up his own papers with Perkins as Robert approached him. A little smile creased his otherwise expressionless stoneface as a twinkle of memory entered his eyes.<br><br>"Dunamis. Seems like a hundred years since I heard that..." He gave a little laugh and patted the young man on the shoulder. "Believe me, Robert, that debt was payed, even though your old man never admitted to it. You'll no doubt have more joy out of it than I will."<br><br><hr>MedBay<br><hr>Janos laid back, his leg finally getting to his energy reserves. Eyes closed he rubbed his temples while listening to Miyoko cuddling with her bears. She reminded him a little of a girl back home. Cute, a bit childish, but dangerous. She had been able top break 4x4's with her fists due to her family pressuring her into becoming a wushu champion. Perhaps Miyoko was pressured into becoming a yakuza hitman... woman. It suddenly dawned on him that she might be a psychopath. Then he heard her burr. No way.<br><br>"Actually I scrapped that back at Outreach." He opened his eyes again as she asked him about his 'mech. "Perkins hooked me up with a light, high standard stuff he told me. A centuries old Wasp is what I got... haven't seen it yet, but it can't be as good as he is selling it. Been trying to figure out how to salvage it and actually make myself useful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 01:22:27</strong>
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				Graff returned Alroy's quiet tone, "Miyoko?&nbsp; It might be another week before she gets out of sick bay, but then it's still bed rest and physical therapy.&nbsp; She might be ready for the next mission, depends on how long it takes us to get there."&nbsp; He was guessing the larger mechwarrior was wondering if she would be ready to the next mission, based on past history.&nbsp; Although most mechwarriors would prefer their rivals to meet their end in a mech instead of to some gunfight.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 03:31:09</strong>
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				"A Wasp? Wow, I haven't seen one of those in.. well.. ever come to think of it. That is an interesting choice, what made you pick that one?" She looks over at him not wanting to turn to much for fear of making herself hurt more, if she didn't get some pain medication soon she might have to swallow her pride and ask for some from the nurses. Theodore nuzzles against her cheek as if sensing her pain and wanting to comfort mommy.<br><br>"I am going to go stircrazy by just laying here with nothing to do, so please.. if I can help.. let me know ok? At least my babies are here, so that is something." She looks down at her bears and beams happily, though it is a look that is more at home on a little girl not an adult woman with yakuza tattoos all over her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 11:18:59</strong>
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				<strong>MedBay</strong><br><hr>"Well, didn't have much of a choice really, what with the whole mess we got ourselves into. Perkins had a contact which was willing to part with the thing." He picked up his clipboard again and let his eyes wander over the schematics again. "I am thinking I might modify the right arm. Get rid of the arm-mounted medium laser and stick a hand actuator on there. I think I might be able to stick something bigger on it, give it some heavy support capabilities without sacrificing mobility..."<br><br>He stopped as Dr Hjalm entered. The burly Rasalhaguean flicked the switch of Miyoko's vitals monitor to turn it on again and looked it over. "Heart racing, and you are sweating like a hog. In pain I take it?" He took her chart and fluttered through it while the nurse arrived to administer a painkiller. "Bad news and good news, Miss Shadowborn. Your intestines have lost a few feet and you will most likely have metabolic problems and abdominal pains for the rest of your life. Which means no more 'Mech-jocking, at least not until several years of rehabilitation. Luckily for you, cybernetics have come a long way and... I have an experimental treatment which can have you up and running within two weeks. It hasn't been tested on humans yet, but the treatment has had great success in laboratory experiments with test animals. Basically it installs an artificial intestine and interlaces the abdominal muscles with strands of myomer, much like in the limbs of your 'Mech, to speed up recovery. The procedure has a calculated 87% success rate, and it would greatly advance the military medical field."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 20:21:40</strong>
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				She listens to the doctor with a heavy heart, she hadn't expected the wound to be so bad but it would explain the terrible pain she was in until the drugs started circulating through her body leaving a blessed numbness in their wake. "87 percent you say, well I had worse odds I guess. So go ahead doctor, I am going crazy in here anyway as you no doubt have noticed." Theodore and Rose both burr softly and nuzzle against their mommy to try and comfort her and give her some strength.<br><br>"janos? You can take care of the bears during the surgery right? They will worry so about mommy and I would feel better if there was someone there to care for them?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 22:17:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158161.msg8440724#msg8440724">Quote from: mvo33 on 22-06-2013, 01:22:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Graff returned Alroy's quiet tone, "Miyoko?&nbsp; It might be another week before she gets out of sick bay, but then it's still bed rest and physical therapy.&nbsp; She might be ready for the next mission, depends on how long it takes us to get there."&nbsp; He was guessing the larger mechwarrior was wondering if she would be ready to the next mission, based on past history.&nbsp; Although most mechwarriors would prefer their rivals to meet their end in a mech instead of to some gunfight.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"If she's mobile and off the IV drip, that'll be good enough. From the scuttlebutt, our next contract is backwater garrison duty, so she should have plenty of time to heal while we're relaxing."<br><br>Without further elaboration on his cryptic comment, Alroy heads out of sickbay, making his way to the workout room. Happy to find it rarely unoccupied, he loaded up the weight bar and started lifting, frowning at how quickly the burn started. He'd been slacking too much lately, letting his routine shirk, and it was showing. But that was what thinking did to you - working out let him do something without thinking, and it was soothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 22:29:41</strong>
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				Graff nodded at the next assignment as he left, Graff hoped they would find it relaxing and that Miyoko has a chance to heal yup.&nbsp; He heads off to the mess and grabs a bite, he'd have to check with the doctor to see when she can eat solid food and see about sneaking her some of her more refined food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 22:56:44</strong>
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				Erich had been busy mulling over the lance organization in his head when he entered the tiny 'gym' the dropship contained. Shaken loose from his distraction by the noise of the weight bar being used, he walked over and chuckled. "Thought I'd see you here, Al."<br><br>Moving around the weights, the big soldier easily hefted a pair of sixty-pound dumbbells, working on his own routine while keeping one eye on Alroy as an improptu spotter. "So, how's the girl holding up? Took a beating on the last mission, after all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 03:57:33</strong>
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				Alroy didn't answer immediately, letting the air hiss through his teeth as he lowered the weight bar slowly down into its rack. Once it was secure, he sat up to look at Erich. "She's in one piece, assuming you're talking about Tanya. Not the first time CASE has saved me from becoming a charred smear across the dirt, but it really does a number on the internals. She lost a meter and a half of skeletal bars, the secondary shoulder actuator, and an elbow hydraulic. Plus a whole bunch of parts that were replacements already, but those three will need substitutes as well now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 06:28:40</strong>
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				Erich nodded, working methodically on his repetitions. "For all that your 'mech's Twenty tons heavier, it's comparatively thin-skinned. How many times have we ended up with the Brick coming back with everything but the engine, gyro, and cockpit all but destroyed, And Tanya coming back with both cannons empty, the LRM rack empty, and the large laser slagged?"<br><br>He paused, changing his reps to lateral extensions. "Do me a favour Alroy. Get checked out for neurofeedback. Ammo explosions are nothing nice, and you've had more than your fair share. Between the constant rotation of new kids coming in, and old kids leaving for their own reasons, you're liable to be in a position of having to babysit the new kids as much as I'll have to babysit the entire company."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 07:10:54</strong>
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				Shifting around the distribution of weight on the bar, Alroy resumed his lifting, grunting out conversation between reps. "Lost track of how many times the laser's been swapped. Was already a replacement when I got her, didn't mean nothing. Remember when I lost the LRM, though. Bout four years before I hitched up with the Bones. The ammo bays...that's part of being a Crab driver. Been a design flaw since prototype."<br><br>"Not the first time ammo's cooked off on me. Won't be the last. CASE is good for that too. I get more concussions than feedback episodes. I'll live."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 17:05:12</strong>
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				Erich grunted in reply, dropping the subject of ammo explosions, while working on tricep extensions next. "Look, I know she means a lot to you, but, have you considered sidegrading the 'Cannons to those new Rifles? Only three-quarters the punch, but it has a range envelope almost identical to the LRM rack. At the very least, it'll let you lay out a hell of a lot more firepower at range, which you've been muttering about within earshot at least once or twice."<br><br>He paused, then chuckled. "I haven't fully decided on lance composition with the new kids yet, but just between you and me, I'll probably have you, Graff, and Miyoko in the Command lance. You and I because we've been doing this shit for forever, Graff because he has command potential, but needs more time in the hotseat to get used to it, and granola bar because we need at least one person fast enough to plug holes and keep an eye on sensors for the rest of us. Plus, if need be, she can be detached to the other lances to keep them safe from the dangers of ECM or hidden forces."<br><br>Setting the freeweights down on their locking rack, to prevent the dumbbells from moving when the dropship was no longer in thrust, he moved over to the small treadmill, dialing in a five-mile run and getting to proper pace. "Elisa can keep the firelance. She has a good head on her shoulders, and that Black Knight she rides in is either stupidly lucky, or nobody's thought to take a shot at her in combat; I don't thick she's had anything worse than light armour damage. The two newbie fire-support guys can back her up. As for Recon, that's more 'hodge-podge' than anything else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 17:35:04</strong>
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				"The KGC-double-oh-one, I was reading about it on Outreach. 'Clanbuster', Mechwarriors are calling the variant. Trades the autocannons for gauss rifles, swaps the laser for a pulse model, and crams four SRM tubes into the extra space left behind. Almost triples effective range for only a 25% drop in damage, practically no heat issues, and a decent short-range punch if they get in under the rifles. For a field refit, it's a huge upgrade, and if actual Clanner mechs are proportionately dangerous as those little hopping toad suits, that sort of reach might be the only thing that'll match them.<br><br>"But I can't do it. Not yet at least. For reasons you couldn't even begin to understand, I can't make those kinds of radical changes to Tanya. Not without some advice, and the only person on this ship who could give it is still doing an excellent imitation of Illiushini cheese in sickbay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 01:56:35</strong>
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				<strong>MedBay</strong><br><hr>87%. Those numbers made Janos' skin itch. Given to opportunity he would have slapped the doctor in the face if it was his body being put under the scalpel. That is a 13% chance of a crippling slow death. If there was no other way, sure, but he didn't go gambling with his life on the off chance of getting out earlier. Miyoko had bit into it just like that though. Perhaps she was a bit more adventurous and chance taking than he was. A Yakuza life probably does that to you.<br><br>"Don't you worry, I'll keep an eye on the bears." He smiled a bit awkwardly as he looked at the furry little things. "As long as they don't bite."<br><br><br><br><hr><strong>Two weeks later, planet Werden in the Werden system in Lyran space<br>Walter and Perkins, approximately 1100 hours at the ComStar Facility</strong><br><hr>Werden wasn't much to get excited over. The system was somewhere in the shadows between Summer and Lipton in Lyran space and if you asked anyone about it they would most likely reply <em>Who?</em> and give you a funny look. And why not. It was covered 95% with water with only a few spread out archipelagos making it possible to settle comfortably. Even so, those islands were in perpetual night because of the planet's very peculiar rotation. It was just about non-existent and angled in such a way that the seas of the southern hemisphere was at a constant boiling point underneath the scorching sun and the north was perpetually on the edge of a frozen stage. The boiling seas somehow managed to heat up the colder hemisphere to a comfortable -65<sup>o</sup> C to 85<sup>o</sup> C though, so habitation was possible, though very unfortunate. Had it not been because ComStar had decided that this was a great spot for an HyperPulse Generator the planet would never had flourished with its breathtaking 500,000 inhabitants living in giant habitat-blocks around the facility. Backwater was too weak a word to describe this planet. It was basically a modern day Antarctica of a planet.<br><br>Walter couldn't complain though. He liked the cold darkness of this planet. The short walk from the DropShip to the HPG's administrative building was refreshing, like the good old days in the cold nights of Trondheim. Covered head to toes in thick parkas and boots he left his head bare in the biting cold, relishing the fresh air. Perkins wasn't as happy about it though. The hood of his parka was tightly drawn around his face and the last patch of his face that was visible was covered up in a scarf and a pair of goggles. They waved of the 'Mechs as they got off the Bastion, having been ordered to survey the surrounding area to get acquainted with it. As they approached the grey blocky building with the large satellite dish of the HPG silhouetted against the horizon further in the background a light opened from within and a figure walked out of the doorway.<br><br>"Welcome to Werden." The nasal toned voice belonged to a robed man beckoning them inside. The interior was about as appealing as the outside of the building, grey flat walls covered in cables and fuse-boxes. "I'm Adept Wellam, Demi-Precentor Hawkins sent me to make sure you were welcomed appropriately. He is currently a bit preoccupied with calibrating the beta-pulses and sends his apologies."<br><br>"Thank you, Adept. Sigma then, are you?" Perkins managed a curt bow as he started to unwrap his head. The Adept blinked, surprised that the old man had figured out his function designation. "We will of course allow the Demi-Precentor to finish his work. In the meantime we would like to speak to Colonel Dayan, if that would be possible."<br><br>"Colonel Dayan is out with his lances for some long range reconnaissance at the moment, he should return in a few hours though. For the duration, perhaps you would like to relax in our recreation facility?"<br><br>"That would be lovely." Walter replied with a whole ton of faked anticipation and a smile. He couldn't imagine there being much recreation to be had in the cloister-like environs of ComStar. Hopefully the Demi-Precentor would be done with his pulses soon enough.<br><br><hr><strong>Janos, in Recon Lance with Ranna and Ailis, leaving the Bastion.</strong><br><hr>Sometimes you couldn't put enough lasers on a 'Mech. This time though Janos wasn't all too sure if this would apply. Four small lasers in the side torsos and a medium in each arm? It was a shame he hadn't had the time to rebuild anything. As the MechBay door opened he took the first step out into the cold behind Ranna's Hatchetman and the new Wolfhound he could almost feel the temperature drop. He certainly noticed the drop in heat on the temperature displays.<br><br>"Word of Korvin, -78<sup>o</sup> outside." He sighed to the lance channel, hoping Ranna and the new girl Ailis wasn't the sort to keep to comm-protocols even when taking the 'Mech for a walk. "Someone screwed us on the bill on this assignment. I bet Gray and his boys are on some tropical beach planet or something right now."<br><br>He almost rammed into the Wolfhound's back as he applied to the accelerator. This certainly wasn't a Cataphract. With a blast of the JumpJets his Wasp took off above the heads of the two larger 'Mechs and landed him softly on the ground some one hundred meter in front of them with a little help of braking thrust. "Sorry about that, just getting a hang of this..." Not too shabby for his first flight though. He could definitely get used to it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 14:33:48</strong>
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				Hoarfrost almost immediately formed on the joints of Erich's Awesome as the big 'mech strode out onto the frozen tarmac surrounding the dropship, the Assault's double-strength freezers swiftly melting the ice due to the bulky radiators function of preventing the 'mech from overheating when at full warload.<br><br>Using the integrated zoom function, He watched Perkins and Walt enter the HPG administrative facility, chuckling to himself as Walt aimed to try to make his head freeze during the short walk between the dropship and the facility's entrance. Only after the two entered the building did he turn away, looking at the surrounding area. Toggling the company comms, he spoke to everyone under his command. "Welcome to generic iceball number 'who gives a fuck', same as every other iceball in the Inner Sphere that some dumbass thought was a good idea to colonize. I want you all to patrol out five kilometres from the facility in a spiral pattern to familiarize yourself with the terrain; lance members, stay within 300 metres of one another and keep in contact; the ice can hide crevasses and worse, so trust your sense of balance as well as what the sensors tell you."<br><br>Toggling to the command lance's channel, he spoke again. "Alright boys and girl; finger-four formation, two-hundred metre spread. Take it slow and easy; we want to get familiar with the terrain, not familiar with how much armour gravity can scrape off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 16:43:54</strong>
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				Elisa’s <em>Black Knight</em> left the ship, the two other ‘Mechs of her short Lance behind it. Her sensors were telling her about the conditions outside, although even a simple look out the front viewscreen could tell her that it was freezing outside. Her tac display was showing the positions of her lance and the rest of the unit, as well as the direction to the HPG compound. So far, everything seemed simple enough, but practical experience told her never to make assumptions.<br><br><em>Assume and you’re dead. Expect the worst and you won’t be disappointed</em><br><br>She glanced over the indicators again. <em>At least I’ll be cool</em>. The <em>Black Knight</em> was a ‘Mech that ran notoriously hot at the best of times. The outside temperature would help cool&nbsp; it immensely. <em>A lot less to worry about there, at least.</em><br><br>“Strike two, you’re on my left.” Elisa ordered over the channel. “Strike three, my right. Stay behind me if we’re engaged.” At close range, the <em>Knight</em> was a monster, and far more capable of defending itself at point-blank range then either ‘Mech.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 00:17:45</strong>
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				"BURR!!!!"<br><br>"I know Rose, it looks cold.. wait.. you are a polar! You should be used to the cold!" Miyoko slowly guides her new Raven down the ramp carefully, her abdomen still hurting like mad from the surgery. She is in fact sure the doctor won't be happy with her taking her mech out but truth to be told she has been going mad being unable to pilot it.<br><br>"burrburr" Rose complains at her mommy and then falls silent to focus on the sensor displays.<br><br>"oh" She answers in surprise and then slowly edges her mech off to the side, all sensors up at full power and she stares at the map trying to memorize it as good as she can. "At least this cold will make it much easier to see incoming mechs. Though it sure is slippery, have to be careful."<br><br>"Alright boys and girl; finger-four formation, two-hundred metre spread. Take it slow and easy; we want to get familiar with the terrain, not familiar with how much armour gravity can scrape off."<br><br>"BURRBURRBURR!!!"<br><br>"Calm down Rose, I am sure he wasn't ignoring you. He probably meant you and forgot about mommy, you know how men are."<br><br>Theodore wisely keeps quiet and just watches the guncameras, probably missing the more impressive armaments in the old Shadow Hawk. But he did have a chain gun now, and the grin on his furry muzzle more then made up for any disappointment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 01:45:18</strong>
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				After the briefing was ended Robert moved to the mechbay and sat in his fathers custom archer for awhile. He wished he was still around. With such sad thoughts running through his head he pulled out his Harmonica and started to blow alittle tune his father use to when he took him on underwater walks. It echoed throughout the mechbay as he left the hatch open and everyone was on break.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Harmonica tune If you Want to hear</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfEkEJEHTls</div></div>After he finished the song Robert began to stroll around meeting the rest of the team and spending about a hour with each one. The only two he couldn't meet was the ones in the medbay. Once the ship arrived to the planet, Robert's Crusader followed the Black knight out as he watched the other mechs and listened to everything. He was sort of happy to see that the mission area was a island and started to think of a possible attack coming from under the ice. Then the orders came from his lance lead.<br><br><strong>"Strike two, you're on my left. Strike three, my right. Stay behind me if we're engaged."</strong><br><br>Without missing a heart beat, the lumbering mech moved to the black knights left side. As they moved around grounds, Robert looked carefully at the terrain And tried to locate a good spot to fire from. Robert made sure to watch for ice that could might be broken to expose water underneath to impede a route.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 02:25:58</strong>
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				Graff started his Marauder out of the mech bay and down the ramp, stepping out of the dropship he goes to tap his displays only to realize that his monitors are all functioning properly.&nbsp; This is a strange feeling having a functioning mech, cycling the mechs weapons to standby he watches the AC come online.&nbsp; "I'll believe it when I see it."&nbsp; He replies.&nbsp; The cold air around his mech drops him well into the blue zone even as he walks it just outside the dropship, normally it would idle in the green but the blue shows just how cold it is out there.<br><br>Hearing the orders Graff swung his mech out, he was a little confused by the designation of Quick Support as his Marauder was only a few K faster than the two assaults, still he fell in to the finger-four formation trailing at the right end.&nbsp; He hasn't seen many worlds but he can't help but think that this is the most desolate world out there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 09:22:09</strong>
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				<strong>Somewhere along the archipelago.</strong><br><hr>The electronic suites of the light 'Mechs lit up as the DropShip plunged through the atmosphere. The strange looking 'Mech of the lance leader looked to the sky, seeing the new arrival blasting its retro-thrusters to bring the large hunk of spheroid metal to a soft landing among the hab-blocks surrounding the HPG-facility. After a moment of silence it turned, the lance of exotic 'Mechs breaking off into a stride towards the inward of the small islet they had perched on. Communications was coming to life, the tactical maps updating with new data from the lances and bringing the full picture together. Three drones shot up towards the sky like miniature meteors, soon blending in with the night sky as their thrusters settled in.<br><br>"Goyim's bringing in a mixed unit." a call came over the comm from the lance leader of the other recon lance "It's like a travelling museum or something."<br><br>Dayan himself wrinkled a brow in his saucer shaped command 'Mech standing among the mediums of the main lance. The data gathered from the drones didn't seem to match up with Bones' company. It was such a hodgepodge of patterns, nothing like the very strict and structured company he was running. Bones had fielded a variety, but not like this. There was not one common 'Mech between them all. 10, split up in three lances of 4, 3, 3. He recognized the two walking towards the HPG building. The image was unclear and from far away, but there was no tricking Dayans old eagle eyes. Perkins and that young warrior Walter Veijer. Which meant the old man himself was probably out of the picture.<br><br>"So what do we do? That Perkins has contacts within ComStar, right?" It was Hailm Dayan from the ambush lance, son of the Colonel and the inheritor of the company. "They can cause a whole lot of troubles for our mission."<br><br>"No worries, my children..." Colonel Dayan smirked and watched as the duo disappeared into the facility, shifting his focus to the 'Mechs making it out of the DropShip. "This might prove a blessing in disguise to us."<br><br><hr><br>Walter was surprised by the recreational facility. The name itself didn't sound like much fun. More like some sort of Maskirovka torture chamber. But he found himself surrounded by pool-tables, archaic arcade machines and smiling people in oil stained jumpsuits rather than the stone faced acolytes in robes. For a moment he wondered if they might not have entered one of the hab-blocks instead, but Perkins just smiled at his bewildered expression.<br><br>"ComStar have taking some steps towards a more open structure the last couple of years. This outpost in particular has become a rather... radical pioneer when it comes to the traditions, moving away from the heavily ritualistic fashions of the main body. It's a ballsy move to be sure, not all of ComStar are as progressive mind you."<br><br>"No kidding..." Walter had always held the mystic order in awe and high regard. It was somehow jarring to see their adepts and acolytes behaving like normal human beings. He sat down on a comfy sofa, his head spinning at this sudden revelation of the inner workings of the secretive ComStar. If it affected him like this he could only imagine what those less progressive elements of the order thought of it. "But all the rituals around the generators... doesn't this affect the performance?"<br><br>Perkins laughed as he sat down next to Walter. "Not as much as you would think. Rest assured that we can still call up anyone within the Sphere when we need to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 16:31:15</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Some frozen Ice ball<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Ailis<br><br><hr><br>Ranna sighed deeply as the thrum of Harlequin coming to life filled the cockpit around her.&nbsp; She sat quietly in the command chair, her eyes focused on nothing in particular as she unconsciously worked through her start up and check out sequence.&nbsp; She had kept much to herself over the last few weeks of travel from Outreach.&nbsp; She played the final conversation with Natasha through her mind a thousand times trying to make sense of what was going on, or where she was going but there was a piece missing she didn't have.&nbsp; She was worried by Natasha's warning about the Dragoons and what was coming.&nbsp; <br><br>Her thoughts floated to Elisa for a moment as the computer beeped, notifying her that all systems checked out.&nbsp; The bright reflection of snow and ice filled the mech bay, causing her to turn to the light for a moment.&nbsp; The mechs were beginning to stir in the bay.&nbsp; Reaching to the table on the side of her command couch, Ranna picked up the hard ferroplastic helmet and placed it over her head.&nbsp; The tight enclosed fit and retina controlled HUD were Dragoon tech that had come with her and Harlequin, definitely not standard equipment in the sphere, but she enjoyed the enhanced capability nonetheless.&nbsp; <br><br>Her right hand toggled the comms button on the left of her command stick as the sound of an open link filled her ears.&nbsp; "Recon lets move out.&nbsp; Follow me out and stay close.&nbsp; When we hit open terrain Grisel, I want you out one kilometer"&nbsp; Janos you stay behind me and cover our flank.&nbsp; We'll set up point one kilometer ahead of the main group."&nbsp; The cold washed over Harlequin as they worked their way down the ice covered ramp.&nbsp; Ranna noticed the immediate change in the temperature of her cockpit, but the heat from the fusion reactor kept things at a comfortable level.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Word of Korvin, -78o outside.&nbsp; Someone screwed us on the bill on this assignment. I bet Gray and his boys are on some tropical beach planet or something right now."</em>&nbsp; Ranna smiled a little bit at Janos' lack of discipline.&nbsp; She knew he was a great tech, but his skills as a mechwarrior were going to be a challenge.&nbsp; Ranna wondered if Erich put him in her Lance to test her skills as a trainer and leader or to strain her patience.&nbsp; Either way they would survive this.&nbsp; "Janos stay behind me!"&nbsp; She repeated over the private lance channel as she watched Janos shoot out ahead of the lance on his jump jets. <em>"Sorry about that, just getting a hang of this..."</em> <br><br>Ranna rolled her eyes and returned to checking her displays as they moved out into the cold terrain.&nbsp; <em>Definitely to strain my patience</em>&nbsp; She thought as the lance spread out ahead of her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 23:16:57</strong>
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				This was better. No ship to get bored in - one could only explore so much - no semi-gravity to mess with her perceptions of up and down, no sense of being trapped in a giant tin can. Ailis settled into the familiar confines of her 'Mech and stretched all fours with a contented little growl before strapping in and powering <em>Grisel</em> online. She kept a position behind Ranna, well out to the side. Listening to the comms' chatter earns a soft chuckle from her quarter as she found a good position, then took to scanning the dead wastes to all sides. <br>"I ain't gonna say what is and ain't right out here 'til I'm knowin' the place a bit better." She says. "But sure an' it's a sight." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 15:44:51</strong>
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				So far, all that Elisa could say was that it was cold and quiet. Save for the comms chatter, the only noise was the crunch-crunch of her ‘Mechs feet on the ice. A part of her was glad for that much, but she also was aware that there was such a thing as ‘too quiet’, and that bothered her. Right now she had the <em>Knight’s</em> Beagle Probe on, scanning for any signs of hostiles while keeping her eyes on the rest of the team.<br><br>Hopefully, the <em>Raven</em> was doing the same. On the other hand, that meant relying on Miyoko, something that she was still reluctant to do. <em>I have no idea why the boss keeps her around</em>, she told herself. <em>Girl’s going to get herself killed one day.</em><br><br>Keeping it to herself, she continued the advance, watching the rest of her lance. <em>Maybe, just maybe this will be quiet and nothing will go bad</em>, she told herself, then snorted. <em>And maybe Taurians will be reasonable and Canopians will be chaste</em>.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 09:45:07</strong>
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				<strong>Ice fields of Werden.</strong><br><hr>As the lances spread out the weather quickly changed from a calm black night to a freezing white inferno. Winds from the sea started to turn in over the islands and kicked up the powdered snow into a blizzard of magnificent proportions. The MechWarriors were reduced to slowly walking across what little ground they could see to make sure they wouldn't fall into an icy crevasse. Even with a 'Mech the drop would be catastrophic and it wasn't something they wanted to risk. Ailis found herself separated from the others by sight and sensors, but her comms kept her connected to the small recon lance that was carefully trudging along the outer limits of the facility and its outlying compounds.<br><br>Janos had settled in behind Ranna grudgingly. So he had been put under a babysitter. Great. This was surely no way to learn how to handle a light 'Mech. Had he been cut loose for an hour or two he would be doing flips swing on vines by now. Now he just had the Harlequins backside to look at. Had it at least been the fiery redhead's own behind he wouldn't have complained too much. But that was when he saw it. A small red spot on the back of the Hatchetman. He stopped his 'Mech and hunkered down, making himself near invisible for the naked eye.<br><br>"Uhm, Harlequin, I think you are tagged."<br><br>Which was the last thing Ailis heard before her sensors and comms went total haywire. And just at that moment she passed over a small icy cliff and saw it. A heavily armored infantryman, white with blue checkered shoulders, almost completely camouflaged if it weren't for the large circular metal plate he was standing on. For a moment they just looked at each other and then suddenly he seemed to vanish into thin air right in front of her.<br><br>Somewhere else along the snowy plains Erich's command lance was making slow but steady progress. There had been some electrical interference, but not of the ECM variety. After so many decades in 'Mechs Erich and Alroy could spot the difference of electric warfare and an HPG-pulse calibration. Which was how they finally got sensors of the four 'Mechs following some 500 feet behind them.<br><br>"Erich Oststein." a voice broke through the comms just as their sensors lit up. "Never knew you were with Bones' mercs. Lyrans didn't pay you well enough?" It was Dayan alright, he had that very distinctive hebrew sound to him that very few kept to these days. And from the sensors it would seem he was bringing a whole lance of mediums with him. "Welcome to Werden."<br><br><hr><strong>HPG, Walter and Perkins.</strong><br><hr>"Gentlemen. Welcome to Werden." After half an hour of silence it was finally broken by the Demi-Precentor. While he had a hood on his otherwise very un-mystic business suit he kept it down, showing off his raven black hair with a few grey streaks around his temples. His smile was warm and genuine and his green eyes were fully in on the game. Overall he seemed more like, well, a businessman than a higher up in a semi-religious order. "I am Pale Hawkins, head of the facility. I hope I didn't keep you too long, I get lost in my calculations some times."<br><br>"Not at all." Perkins shot of a smile of his own as all three of them exchanged handshakes and introductions. "We appreciate what little calm we can get these days."<br><br>An acolyte approached Hawkins with a clipboard and said something in the very secretive tongue of the order, which turned the Demi-Precentor's smile into a frown. He looked at the clipboard, scoffed and handed it back with a few words of his own which sent the acolyte away. And with that his smile returned. "Shall we move to my office? I have some matters for your ears only."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 13:12:03</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Some frozen Ice ball<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Ailis<br><br><hr><br>This relative milk run was starting to grow annoying in Ranna's eyes as the weather slowly grew worse and worse.&nbsp; Visibility began to drop quickly.&nbsp; <em>"I need to pull back Ailis"</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as a tingle in the the back of her neck started to make hairs stand on end.&nbsp; "Ailis pull....&nbsp; <em>"Uhm, Harlequin, I think you are tagged."</em> Her transmission was cut short by Janos breaking in.&nbsp; <em>"Shit"</em>&nbsp; She thought as she scanned her systems, mentally reminding herself to point out the difference between seasoned mechwarriors and rookies in how they respond to a crisis to Janos.&nbsp; "Ailis pull back to me."&nbsp; She called over the integrated comms toggling the secondary freq on her control stick.&nbsp; "Command, Recon, we've got company!!! Janos reporting he saw active tagging."&nbsp; Checking her Guardian to make sure it's active, Ranna pulled Harlequin into a bit of a crouch, axe at the ready as she began scanning the ridgeline switching from normal light to IR and UV modes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 08:49:10</strong>
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				"Aye..!" Ailis saves the swearing for her own ears as she dropped back. <em>And if that doesn't just go and figure... </em> she thought, as she backed up, step by step, then flipped sensors over to infra-red - moving 'Mechs - moving /anything/ in this soup would create a heat signature, she hoped. <em>Something. Anything. C'mon!</em> Ailis began muttering under her breath in Gaelic as she looked for the rest of her team, or their opponents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 22:46:46</strong>
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				Alroy's thumb flicked a switch, dropping a load of ammunition into his mech's autocannons as he slowed the plodding Crab and spun it sideways, rotating to face the unexpected visitors without abandoning his post on Erich's flank. Apparently, the leader of the bunch knew Erich - whoever it was, though, the situation could be worse, ECM or no ECM. No Medium 'Mech had the weight of metal to close into brawling distance of a fully loaded King Crab, and the snowstorm was playing hell with long-range targeting. How anyone managed to get an optical laser on Harlequin was a mystery in its own right.<br><br>If Erich knew these jokers, they could chat, while he kept an eye out for anyone else sneaking up on them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 02:32:45</strong>
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				Graff's Marauder was in mid-stride when the mechs appeared behind them.&nbsp; Bringing his foot down he plowed his other foot through the snow as his mech did at 180, for the first time in about 75 years his Marauder moved with almost a resemblance of grace.&nbsp; The new wiring allowed for his neurohelmet to more accurately transmit his sense of balance and movement throughout the mech.&nbsp; It was a strange feeling actually, once the semi-circle of snow was plowed he brought down his targeting reticles onto the closest.&nbsp; Announcing their presence was probably the stupidest maneuver one could do if they planned on attacking, there was no way these four medium mechs could hope to withstand the pounding they would take from the King Crab alone let alone Erich's Awesome and to a lesser extent his Marauder and Miyoko's new Raven.<br><br>Not wanting to jump the gun Graff held fire but kept his shots lined up, in this cold Graff was more than prepared to let loose all of his weapons on one of these mechs without having to worry about heat build up too much.&nbsp; Heck he didn't have to worry about his AC/5 jamming anymore either, and that was worth it's weight in a firefight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 13:57:09</strong>
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				“I see it.” Elisa called out as her Beagle probe lit up, presenting a world of information about what was going on. “Multiple bandits on our six. It’s not a move or approach that suggests friendliness either.” Visual was telling her nothing beyond ‘yep, there’s a lot of snow out there’, which made identification difficult and verification of intent liable to come down to ‘wait till they shoot you’. The only good response was to be ready for anything and in position to take what was coming and give better back.<br><br>“Strike lance, come about!” She ordered as she spun the <em>Knight</em>, leveling weapons as where one of the advancing ‘Mechs should be. “Maintain formation on my flanks, but do not engage unless fired on or I order it.” This was a worst-case scenario, walking into a potential ambush with two lancemates whom she still didn’t know much about and had never once fought alongside. <em>Just hope that we’re all up to whatever’s coming</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 04:02:46</strong>
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				<em>Company, eh...</em> Parcival had been keeping an ear on comms chatter and a wary eye on his sensors as they moved out; it had been a while since he had done more than simulator runs and the occasional target shooting, and it took him a few minutes to find his stride again. Still, the controls were familiar, and it wasn't long before his muscle memory woke. He instinctively looked around - both for the direction of the inbounds, and a suitably high spot to perch on and unleash a few flights of missiles. "Where do you want me, boss?" He radio'd after a moment - if there was a preference, he was all ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 04:33:16</strong>
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				Erich slowed his 'mech as he toggled the secondary monitor over to a local map of the area surrounding the complex; based on the sensor feeds, Dayan's lance had created the point of a 'V' between and behind his own command lance and the more-rapid Strike lance. Toggling to company comms, he spoke as he slowed his 'mech, turning slightly towards the enemy lance. "Company, this is lead; report status. Fire lance, watch your back; Dayan likes hit and fade, so he probably has elements in place to try for backshots. Puma, use that probe to see if you can get a clear signal to Recon; my sensors say that they're in an ECM envelope. Golden Boy, ride herd on the little bird; if someone comes out to take a shot, I want you to put them down hard."<br><br>Raising his Awesome's arms, he settled his crosshairs on the lead enemy medium, letting the clear tone of a target lock chirp twice at him. "Shalom, Moses. That your Recon or Fire lance playing as the bait while the rest of your company tries to sneak up behind me again? Or, did you decide to implement combined-arms and started setting traps with infantry as well?" He paused, then chuckled. "Last I recall, when we last fought, it ended up with you losing half your force, and my battalion being mauled, but neither of us lost warriors. Out here, though? If we did get into a fight again, the weather would kill us just as surely as a PPC to the face."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 14:42:46</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Some frozen Ice ball<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Ailis<br><br><hr><br>Uncertain of what had broken through before the interference dropped on them, Ranna's right hand began punching in commands on the nearby computer terminal as she scanned the area.&nbsp; She may not be able to see Ailis' Wolfhound but her beacon was still showing on Ranna's IFF along with Janos.&nbsp; A hook of a smile grew at the edges of her mouth as she stared down at the blinking message only a second before the tight beam system sent it.&nbsp; <strong><em>Melt the Ridges, Lasers only, ten meters up from ground, right and left.</em></strong>&nbsp; <br><br>A second later three azure beams of green light lit up the snowy air as they pierced the ice on the ridge to in front of her.&nbsp; Turning slowly she made sure to spread the long sustained beam across the horizon of the ice cliff.&nbsp; Her smile grew more as she noticed the heat from the sustained lasers barely spiked.&nbsp; Steam filled the already snow filled air as melting chunks of ice began falling and rolling down the sides of the cliff crashing violently to the ground below.&nbsp; Ranna made sure to keep moving randomly in hopes her would-be tagger wasn't able to keep up.&nbsp; She only hoped Janos and Ailis understood the order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 11:06:56</strong>
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				<strong>Ice Fields of Werden</strong><br><hr>Janos' Wasp looked very silly where it sat hunched over itself. It very much felt silly as well. But with his unpainted white finish he was probably the best camouflaged unit in the entire company right now. Visually as well as thermally. He was probably just imagining it, but he felt a little bit cold in his cockpit. He silently scanned the white stuff whirling between himself and his lance leader. Sometimes he could see a red beam flickering through, searching for a target. It was a bit baffling. Unless the user had re-calibrated the focus lens to perfectly match the conditions, which was next to impossible without days of calculations, he must be really close by. He was ripped out of his thoughts when a message flashed over the tight beam. He raised a brow before a crooked smile split his face.<br><br>"Clever girl..." He murmured to himself as his 'Mech slowly stood up straight and started firing off his lasers one after another onto the ground around him. An alpha would probably heat things up a little, but as he cycled the six small and two medium lasers it barely registered. Double heatsinks was probably the best thing that had ever happened to 'Mech engineering. He moved in unison with Harlequin, staying close to it and firing off his lasers to the opposite sides as she fired back and forth to create the best coverage. The steam around them was a veritable smoke screen and while he could see the red dot flickering weakly through the veil it simply couldn't break through. After a while it disappeared completely and their sensors stopped going haywire, returning to normal. Janos gave a triumphant "Hah!" as he scanned his sensors. But there was nothing. A bit disappointed he opened the channel to Ranna with a sigh. "What are your orders, Harlequin?"<br><br><br>Dayan smirked in the dim light of his cockpit as he heard Erich responding. The large Lyran seemed careful. Even now his scouts tracked the movements of his entire company with the exception of one Wolfhound that had slipped away into the storm. It was like reading a book. Had he intended to attack them it would have been over already. But at least Erich's careful demeanor meant he had left an impression on him the last time they met.<br><br>"Come now Erich, my boy, you know better than that. Those 'Mechs were merely a fourth of my force and mercs from outside my company. I never sacrifice my own." He laughed heartily as his lance closed in. The storm was dissipating and the lance came into view. The saucer-shaped 'Mech of Dayan's was flanked by three Griffins, seemingly freshly painted in snow camouflage with a blue Star of David painted onto their chests. One of them seemed to be carrying an Arrow IV on its shoulders instead of the LRMs that the others were carrying. But the saucer itself was&nbsp; probably the most eye-catching part of the lance. After all it was rare to see a Hoplite these days. The flat medium looked almost like a smaller King Crab, but severely lacking in the fire-power. The right side was still hung with an LB-X/10 and the left with two large lasers so it wasn't a toothless old dog. Rather a very rabid one.<br><br>"We're on the same side now though, old boy, like it or not. So here's an olive branch for you." The tight beam connected to all 'Mechs in Erich's lance, carrying a very detailed map of the whole archipelago with notes on crevasses, ice weakened by regular torrents and good hiding spots on a cold full moon night. "After all, if we don't perform we won't get paid."<br><br><hr><strong>HPG, Walter and Perkins with Hawkins in his office.</strong><br><hr>"Sabotaged?" Walter raised a red brow at Hawkins who sat behind the large plain white desk in his office. The doors were locked tight and the blinds of the windows into the work place pulled down. The Demi-precentor had even made sure to search the room thoroughly for bugs before they sat down. "So you believe there was someone inside the facility that worked with the terrorists."<br><br>"Indeed." Hawkins sipped on a glass of scotch while he read through some files, glasses on the tip of his nose. "They knew exactly where to strike for the best effect. And no one but an adept of the order would know that. It is also possible that some of the locals are working with them, seeing as their base camp have not been found yet. The archipelago is very expansive, but not so much that they would be able to remain hidden for long. The terrorists had some armored vehicles and a few 'Mechs, so unless they know of some secret hiding place we would have found them. The last attack was only barely repelled in time by Dayan, which is why we decided to send for more reinforcements. Even so, smaller incidents have made us suspect that someone here in the order is a traitor."<br><br>"Question is to what end?" Perkins scratched his chin with a puzzled expression. "All adepts and acolytes are indoctrinated into the order from an early age. Even when they are taken from one of the Houses their loyalties are swiftly turned in favor of ComStar..." Walter found himself wondering just how that was achieved. Most House-members were fiercely loyal. And Perkins had been born, raised and employed within ComStar himself. Where did his loyalties lie? "In that case we are little more than a buffer between you and the terrorists. As long as this saboteur is loose you are still in danger."<br><br>"We have our own elements working to that end. But I would caution you to keep an eye out for suspicious behavior and the locals. Lately they have been a bit rowdy for some reason. Which just gives us more reason to suspect them. So far we haven't taken any active stance to it though. The last thing we need is some kind of local uprising..." Hawkins emptied his drink and sigh. Walter couldn't help but agree. This job was becoming more complicated by the hour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 13:46:39</strong>
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				Erich chuckled quietly, his laugh turning into a full-blown roar of amusement that blanketed the open comms for nearly a minute of mirth. "We're too old to let nationalistic pride get in the way of doing what needs doing, Moses. I'll accept your olive branch, on behalf of my company. Now, it appears that my Recon lance has decided to drop off comms at the moment, and my secondary scanners are picking up some interference from the direction their telemetry forwarded before they dropped off the map. We can sit down, have some beer and reminisce about all the times we fought after we make sure it's just wonky weather, and not something actually worrisome."<br><br>Toggling to a tightbeam, he flipped comms so he was only talking to Moses. "I'll be honest, Moses. We may be here for similar reasons, and for similar pay, but after spending some two decades playing whack-a-Leaguer, It'll be hard setting old scores aside. So, you'll understand that your IFF will come up as neutral, instead of allied. I have little doubt that you're doing the same, for the same reasons."<br><br>Flicking again to company comms, he spoke to the people he knew well enough to trust. "Well, dear old Dayan says he's here to help us play guard duty on this iceball; I'm honestly not sure what to make of it, but he just fed my battlecomp a full survey of the local area, including weak points and potential ambush sites." His fingers tapped on the secondary console's keyboard, transmitting a same copy of the map in a 'packed' file to each 'mech his comms could reach. "Orders are pretty much the same; fire only if fired upon, and trust your gut feelings instead of just your maps. Command lance, move to the last position recon was at; need to pass them the 'good news'. Puma and Graff, range ahead; The brick will take the rear. Fire lance, continue on your original course, and cross-verify what you see with what your maps tell you. Remember to stay within visual range of one another; I have no doubt that this weather is going to turn nasty."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 17:35:51</strong>
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				<strong>Ice Fields of Werden</strong><br><hr>"You know me too well Erich. Which just gives us more incentive to cooperate, yes? I'm not flying FWL colors anymore and neither are you in the Lyran Blue. I just know that if we fuck up this mission ComStar will never forgive us. I might not give a rat's ass about your little merc corp but I don't need enemies like them..." Dayan cut off his tightbeam to Erich short as his scout lance reported in. The usually jovial voice of his youngest son had a hint of worry in it, which made him tense up in his seat. Usually Josiph kept up good humor even in the most dangerous of situations. "Josiph to command, we&nbsp; are picking up some strange electrical blocks over here by the Goyims' scout lance. It's unlike any ECM I have seen before and we cannot get any visuals on the Goyims or any terrorist units. They seem to be running around in the blinds though from what little I can see on the displays with this meshuga glitches." The banging noise of the young MechWarrior slapping the radar display echoed through the comms before he continued. "Recommend sweeping the area carefully and sending the Goyims home to base, they'll just be in our way until they get a better knack of the terrain."<br><br>Dayan nodded in agreement before affirming the recommendation with an order, then returned to his tightbeam with Erich. "Our scouts have picked up some strange activity around your own recon. As is now the weather is getting nastier and while I have no doubt in your MechWarriors' competences you are as blind as moles here for now. I can't boss you around, but while you are out here you are just in the way of our sweep and I recommend that you withdraw to the MechBays back by the HPG for now, until the weather clears up and you can master the area." Dayan's words were clear enough; something was wrong and Erich's company was just a nuisance to his own.<br><br><hr><strong>Half an hour later, HPG MechBay, Walter</strong><br><hr>The large bay which they had been given by ComStar for their duration on the planet was light-years ahead of the relatively cramped spaces within the Bastion. He oversaw the techs moving in and couldn't help but smile at their amazement of the machinery and tools that the bay was decked out with. One of the older techs cried tears of joy when he found some strange multitool that he had though went extinct when his own had broken many years ago and the younger ones joined in with cheers as he triumphantly held it above his head. One thing was clear; ComStar didn't save any expenses. It seemed the installation on this planet was more important than he had first thought. There was something beneath the surface that worried him. He could feel it like a needle scraping the core of his bones. He wished that he could talk to Perkins about it, but they were still not on good terms. The little time they had spent together in the Recreation Facility had been the first in a whole week and even then they had just been silent. Walter knew fully well that they were just being stubborn old men. He promised himself that he would go apologies to the old man come evening.<br><br>He turned as the MechBay doors opened and the Company trudged in from the biting cold outside. The techs stopped their celebrations and quickly got to their stations. Neither them or Walter had expected them to be back so soon. The Rasalhaguean frowned as he stood of to the side by his damaged Highlander, waiting for Erich to come to him for a report. He could feel the needle scraping his bones even more now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Quixote</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 18:10:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Graff marched his Marauder into the mechbay after the scout and fire support lances entered.&nbsp; The storm was great for his heat dissipation but completely nerfed their visibility.&nbsp; Poor visibility definitely favored anyone who would attack the HPG, they could be on top of them well before anyone can really see them and by that time his PPCs would be at a disadvantage firing from such a close range.&nbsp; It was even worth for the missile boats in the Company.&nbsp; LRMs usually take a couple hundred meters to arm before their payloads become effective, if fighting did break out it would be messy.<br><br>The other question floating around in Graff's head is why Comstar would need two companies to guard this backwarter HPG, they must have had some intel on a threat.&nbsp; Perhaps they shared that intel with Walter but with Comstar's usual er of secrecy probably not.<br><br>"How long are we expecting this storm to last?"&nbsp; Graff opens on an open com channel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 17:11:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was something about this whole situation that Elisa didn’t like, but of late she’d been more and more often finding that she didn’t like <em>any</em> situation she was getting into. But Erich seemed to trust these people, which was enough for her to at least go with it for now. Still, it would pay to keep her eyes open and ears to the ground in case anything untoward happened.<br><br>Stepping out of the <em>Black Knight</em>, even dressed in comfortable fatigues only served to emphasise the conditions of the local climate. Removed from the heat of the BattleMech cockpit, she was still cold inside the climate-controlled ‘Mech bay. Still, right now, the temperature was the least of her concerns.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 16:55:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erich toggled his comms to answer Graff's question as the company filed into the Comstar-supplied repair bay; the massive doors could easily fit three 'mechs abreast, but for the comfort of the techs inside the cavernous bay, the doors had only been opened enough to allow the widest of the 'mechs, Alroy's King Crab, to squeeze through with a metre to spare. "Considering that this world is, technically, a 'Water world', I'd expect it to be like this for the duration of our stay. Make sure your Infrared sensor suite works and you should be able to see through that soup if anything 'mech-sized comes visiting."<br><br>For his part, he waited until the rest of the company was inside the repair bay before moving his own 'mech inside; the harsh weather had frozen a lubricant line in his 'mech's right hip, causing the joint to play up slightly, slowing the 'mech's normally-ponderous pace to be even more sluggish than average. Backing his 'mech into the last empty repair bay, he started the shutdown procedure as the massive doors closed, allowing the temperature in the bay to warm up measurably quicky, until it was considered barely-warm.<br><br>Pulling on a pair of fatigues after removing his Neurohelmet and cooling vest, Erich climbed out of his 'mech, using the repair gantry's ladders to climb down to the ground once more. After talking with one of the astechs about the frozen line, he looked over the company; Nodding to himself after a moment, he stepped away from his 'mech, avoiding the sheets of hoarfrost that were peeling off of the armour plates, and walked over to Walter. "So, what's the operational verdict? Quiet garrison duty, frozen hellhole, and weather that makes it depressingly easy to get an ambush in place. Dayan was nice enough to share a full topog of the area, but I still trust him about as far as I can throw him. In His 'mech."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 18:26:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Walter gave Erich a sigh and a tired smile. "You know how it is, Erich. It's never as easy as it seems on the surface. But I guess you'll be happy to learn that your sentiment towards Dayan is probably a healthy one." He brought out his pipe and started stuffing it. He hadn't smoked in several days it seemed. It was making him sluggish and irritable. Had be just thought of buying his supplies properly back on Outreach he wouldn't have had that problem. Now he was just lucky the demi-precentor and him smoked the same brand. "The head of the facility believes the attacks on the HPG might be aided by an insider, perhaps local rebels. As such they have hired on two independent merc corps of differing backgrounds to maximize the chance of them actually getting their hands on someone they can trust." He lit the pipe and the first pull of smoke down into his core split his face in a more sincere smile as he patted Erich on the shoulder. "But at least we are not going into a beehive like on Betelgeuse."<br><br>As the last of the 'Mechs walked into the bay one could see a lithe figure run inside past its giant feet. It was risky to be running around such large beasts, especially in their blind spots like that, but the figure seemed undeterred by the colossi. At least it had waited for the smallest of the team to enter and had enough leeway to Janos' Wasp to be well out of harm's way. The figure approached, wrapped in a thick and long parka that seemed way too big for it. Walter looked over to it with a raised brow, but as he recognized the steel-backed pose he couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.<br><br>"Sera, I haven't seen you for years and years." The figure unwrapped its face from the tightly knit scarfs and the thick balaclava, revealing a young beautifully delicate face set under an untidy white-gray mane of hair with a pair of large, uncannily familiar steel-grey eyes and a sharp pointed nose. "I didn't know you were here. What the hell have you done to deserve to be stationed on this block of ice?"<br><br>"For your information I requested to be transferred here." Her voice had a harsh note to it, full of authority and nobility, but the smile reached her eyes as she gave Walter a hug. "It is good for the career to work on largely unestablished stations. Not to speak of a little more freedom in what you do..." She gave Erich a curious look. "I don't think I have seen this one before. Is he new?"<br><br>Walter slipped the pipe from his mouth and gave her a crooked smile. "Unfortunately there ain't much left of the old gang. It just speaks for how long it has been since I last saw you. This is Erich Oststein, he leads the MechWarriors as their Commander. Erich, this is Seraphim Perkins, or just Sera for short." The young woman managed a fairly strict salute before giving Erich her hand to shake. "Adept Omega Perkins, if you are strict about it, but at least use Sera instead of Seraphim if you want to skip the formalities."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 21:06:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Parcival returned his 'Mech to the bay with some satisfaction. Any run without weapons being discharged was a good one - and it happened rarely enough, in his experience. He climbed out of his cockpit as soon as he shut things down, patting the metal giant's shoulder in passing. It would get to fight soon enough, he was sure of that. Climbing down, he overheard snippets of conversation; a quick look told him it was the unit CO and the commander of the 'Mech force, talking to someone else. He did catch name and affiliation, and couldn't help but smirk to himself - but more than likely, that conversation was off limits - none of the others had joined the three. He did snap a salute at Walter and Erich in passing, heading to quarters - it was cold here, and he wanted to change into something a little more suitable for the climate before going to figure out what sort of diversions were available.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 19:58:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erich nodded towards the young-looking woman, mentally filing away her name and rank. In his years with the LCAF, he had encountered his fair share of Comstar, but 'Omega' was new to him. "Perkins, eh? Any relation to the company's Aerospace element, or simple coincidence?"<br><br>He accepted her handshake, his massive hand completely encompassing hers with room to spare, before he released her grip. "As for me being new, hardly. Only people that have been in the company longer are Walt and Perky, though Fletcher comes close."<br><br>Shrugging slightly, he ran a hand over the back of his neck, rubbing the stress out before he looked at Walt. "Honestly, if this iceball were some fifty degrees warmer, I'd consider it tolerable; but, if the average temperatures are going to be like this for our tenure here, the crew's probably going to go stir crazy within a month; they need to do more than just be cooped up inside or tinkering with the 'mechs, and you can't exactly suggest they have snowball fights when it's cold enough to freeze the nipples off of a Tharkad noblewoman. And I doubt they'll play nice with Dayan's crew, at least until they get to know one another."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-08-2013, 20:59:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kevin Perkins is my father. I am the youngest of five." Sera frowned and averted her eyes to the floor as if she didn't enjoy the subject. "And the last time I met the company I was barely a child and Bones and Kevin had only been going on this venture for a few years."<br><br>"It was before your time, Erich. Me and Bones visited her a few times while on leave." Walter interjected and managed a rather forced smile before changing the subject completely. "So about some activities for our tired jocks?" Sera managed her own forced smile before she gave Erich a hearty nod. "Temperatures aren't usually this extreme. About 10 to 15 degrees lower. It's just the storm, doesn't come in from the ocean that regularly and it's actually pretty much clear blue skies around the islands on any given day." She gave a snort to hold back a laughing fit when Erich mentioned a poor Tharkadian's nipples, but regained her composure rather quickly. "I don't often get a pause from my research to make use of the recreational facilities, but all personnel including mercenaries are allowed to make use of them. Then there is the local hubs, at least a few bars in each, I think Hub 3 even got a kino installed, mostly Lyran propaganda dramas and such though." <br><br>She paused a moment to bring up a small box of mints and took one, offering to pass it around to anyone who wanted one. "But the locals are a bit stingy after the last attack, so hospitality is on a low. Plenty of the adepts and acolytes are decent folks though, since we have pulled back a little on the anti-social mumbo-jumbo in recent years in an effort to win public support. Just don't bother the robes, they haven't fully adjusted to the new regimens yet and are every bit as much the doom and gloom religious types as always..." She paused for a moment to look around, almost as if expecting one of her doom and gloom colleagues to stand behind her. "...don't tell anyone I said that though, I'd be in deep shit with the conservatives."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 05:55:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ailis sat for a few minutes, going back over the last hour or two in her mind before climbing out.<em> No one'd believe that without proof - so... c'mon, </em> Grisel,<em> tell me you got that on tape...</em> She absently pulled a long coat over her vest and shorts before beginning the retrieval process. So distracted, she doesn't seem to notice the cold else, she also tunes out most voices, unless they belong either to her direct commanders, or The Boss.<br>When she finally straightens with her prize in hand - so to speak - she takes a deep breath before trotting off to find some pants and a reader that will make sense of the recording. Her pace just short of a run, Ailis radiates a goodly amount of disturbed as she goes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 15:50:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Janos took great pleasure in the new experience of piloting the very nimble Wasp, even if he was rather restricted at the moment. He decided to take his new 'Mech out for a ride later that evening while he pulled a wide thick beshmet over his thermal jumpsuit to give some extra protection from the cold. He was used to the harsh winters of Betelgeuse and Tikonov since he learned to walk and knew fully well to be prepared as he opened up the hatch. Even so, the temperature was shocking, even though they were indoors. Technically at least, the bay doors closed so slowly it would be a wonder if they ever regained any heat here again. He pulled a felt budenovka that he had once been given by a certain lady friend of his in the Maskirovka. Like the rest of his closet it was in the resplendent green of the glorious Capellan Confederation. He just about swung himself the whole way down to the ground, whistling on an old propaganda tune. <br><br>Both feet firmly planted he looked around. The bosses were talking to a cute girl off to the side, but he overheard something about her being the daughter of Perkins and decided that he would steer clear of her for now. No need to go rattle any beehives, not the least the one belonging to the paymaster. Instead he saw Ailis walking off in such a pace that it would seem she was on fire. She seemed a little shaken even. Deciding that he may as well try to get along with his new lancemate he hurries after her and falls in pace besides her.<br><br>"Hey, Ailis was it. Whatcha got there, is it a BattleROM?" He scratched the scar running across his nose and gave her a crooked smile. "Need any help with that, playback and whatnot?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 00:27:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9h_FmmDtwcQ/TkWBhEQm8NI/AAAAAAAABFs/zAjdm4rAZCI/s400/CCG_Unlimited_Hatchetman_S.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Some frozen Ice ball<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Walt, Erich<br><br><hr><br>Ranna let the silence of the walk back to the hangar bay wash over her like a wind.&nbsp; The warmth in her cockpit from the Alpha strike weapons discharge was still keeping her toasty regardless of her jumpsuit cooling vest.&nbsp; The last few parts and pieces of her life as a Dragoon that still brought her comfort.&nbsp; Going over the events in her mind she tried to figure out how her Recon unit had become so detached.&nbsp; A matter she was going to have to take up with Janos and Allis when they had a moment to sit down and work out the new Lance makeup.&nbsp; <br><br>The change from subdued natural snow reflected light to bright neon of the hangar brought Ranna out of her thoughts.&nbsp; She saw the others filling into the large bays along the side of the hangar.&nbsp; Finding one as far from the doors as possible, she backed Harlequin into the slot and started the power down process.&nbsp; She took a deep breath as the final hum of her reactor slowly spooled down to silence.&nbsp; Slipping the helmet off her head and placing it on a nearby shelf, she detached the leads to her jumpsuit and released herself from the chair.&nbsp; Grabbing her leather jacket from the locker by the hatch, she released the seal, letting the cool hangar air rush in.&nbsp; Ranna shivered as she threw her coat on and climbed out onto Harlequin's shoulder.&nbsp; She settled down on the warm hard metal of her Hatcheman's shoulder as she sat and watched the exchange far below between Erich, Walt and some new girl. <em>Gawd I hate the cold.&nbsp; This is going to be a bad mission.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she held her arms tight against her body watching the rest of the company park their mech's and begin post mission checks. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 00:42:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aye." &nbsp;Ailis fetches up short and shifts from foot to foot to keep her balance. "Aye, it is .. an'.. aye, I could. Ah. .. Janos, right?"<br>Not moving, she began noticing the cold again, and picks up again, this time holding to a more normal walking pace, letting Janos fall into step with her. "Saw somethin' ... weird. Ne'er seen th' like before - hopin' <em>Grisel</em>'s ROM'll tell me more - an' if not, at least give me somethin' t' show th' boss." She keeps her voice soft, but a thread of alarm remains audible. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 00:57:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see..." It seemed like Ailis was proper spooked about something and Janos could feel the familiar itch in his scars that told him something was going on. He called one of the techs over and told him to prepare the simulator for a ROM feed after which he turned back to Ailis and slid in front of her, grinding her advance to a halt as his expression became a bit more serious. "See, right now you are looking like you had seen a ghost. And in my experience anything like that out on the field is trouble. So how about you tell me what you saw and then we check the ROM. After that you can go turn in the results to Erich... though I guess the proper thing to do is to turn it in to Ranna and let her bother Erich about it." He gave her a grin again as if trying to encourage her to open up. "So, what was it you saw?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 03:05:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ain' sure I haven't." Ailis rocks back on her heels a little to avoid walking into Janos, regaining her footing with a certain unconscious grace. She looks over her shoulder, as if to check for proximity of strangers, then shrugs. "Just promise me ye won't laugh. I came 'round a corner - snow t' all sides, jamming thick as syrup - an' there was a man. Wouldn'a seen him at all, if no' fer th' thing he was standin' on. Then .. he vanished. Thing an' all, like he was nae there t' start." &nbsp;Ailis keeps her voice low, pitched to carry no farther than Janos. Remembering, she shivers and mutters something in Gaelic, using a more normal tone - benediction or bane, her expression gives no clue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 03:18:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The grin once more disappeared from Janos face, but he looked a little more worried now. "Vanished? Just like that?" His scars itched like crazy, he couldn't help but run his fingers over his nose and chest for a moment. He was suddenly taken back several years to Betelgeuse and an especially interesting demonstration he had seen at the most secret levels of the experimental facility. The Null Signature. But they had not even been close to finished, they barely knew what they were doing. It had barely affected a plate 1x1 feet, but it had been exhilarating to see it then. Certainly she couldn't have seen... he decided against it, decided not to mention it at all. Those were state secrets. No way had they been able to developed it further than before, the man heading the research had talked to Janos and he was a complete charlatan when it came to those things. He had to think reasonably. So finally he mentioned towards the simulation pod in the corner of the bay with a vague smile. "I'll have to see this, if you don't mind?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 04:37:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aye, go ahead - but I'll be wantin' a look m'self." &nbsp;Ailis nods, surrendering the recording - not without a sharp look. "Seein' as how I expect it'll take a minute or two t' get it all queued up, I think I'll be getting m'self some pants." &nbsp;Her eyes narrow, and her tone sharpens noticeably - she did catch the pole-axed look he got. "An' when I get back, yer going t' explain that look - seein' as how no one's gone an' hit ye w' an errant caber." &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 17:30:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erich chuckled, accepting a mint from her. "Well, for what it's worth, slapping around the asshats that are raiding the local area will likely do a good job of boosting goodwill between the hab domes and, well, everyone that's not a habber." He paused, watching Ailis and Janos talking quietly with one another. "I had almost hoped that this mission would be sleepy, relaxing, and give time for the crew to mesh up better than they have. I'm almost glad to know that there will be something to shoot, so long as we have a good idea on what we're getting into."<br><br>Scratching the side of his nose with a finger, he chuckled. "That's not a dig against the intelligence-gathering part of the company, mind; They're still competent. I'm just tired of 'shenanigans' such as encountering powered armour, or stirring up a hornet's nest made up of Cataphracts."<br><br>Placing his hands on his belt, he looked around at the 'mech bay, nodding more to himself than anyone he was with. "Anyhow, that's water under the bridge. Figure the company should get a tour of the place, after everyone's had time to warm up and eat something."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 18:29:08</strong>
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				Janos to the BatROM in his hand and fought a civil war within himself. The Capellan part of him wanted to break the ROM and make sure whatever secrets it might contain disappeared. The engineer part of him was curious to see what Ailis had seen. He didn't answer her with anything but a smile to her request for some explanations. He was a sharp knife, even though most seemed to think otherwise, and he was not about to tell just any redheaded skirt any of the secrets he had locked away in his head. Perhaps another time, should she survive long enough to gain his trust. As she walked off to catch herself a pair of pants he threw a glance back at Ranna sitting atop her 'Mech and then down to the trio of Erich, Walter and that Sera. After that he hurried along towards the simulation pod. If he was lucky he could confirm Ailis find before she got back, perhaps scramble it if it was of a dangerous nature. Hopefully though he would find nothing.<br><br>"I'll see to it that our Sigma Acolytes are at your disposal." Sera shined a smile that was to the brim of pride and superiority, something besides her eyes and nose that she had in common with her father. Her smugness was a little more endearing though, the kind that was a warm mix of sarcastic humility and enough truth to warrant a serious consideration. "I am of course very busy with my work, but if one or two of you find my personal expertise invaluable I could manage a private tour." The last words had a distinct purring undertone as she raised her gaze to Ranna and then let it fall back to Erich with a smile. "For now though I must withdraw, I suspect some Acolyte has already busted up my laboratory while I was away taking samples. I'll see you around I'm sure." She gave Walter a quick hug before she took off towards the smaller side entrance leading towards the HPG. Walter gazed after her, sucking thoughtfully on his pipe that had already died out a few moments ago. "They grow up fast when you are not looking."<br><br>Janos stepped into the simulation pod and fed it the ROM, sitting down in the seat that was uncannily similar to a 'Mech's. The whole pod was pretty much decked out in the way of a cockpit with instrument panels and dials showing just about everything from the input of the ROM in a fashion that was not unlike what a MechWarrior experienced in their cockpit. These were especially advanced, seeing as ComStar never saved their expenses on anything. Even so the space was tight and cramped and could barely fit in three people. The ROM fed to the pod activated and Janos watched as several monitors lit up, showing everything cockpit view, to rear, gun-cam and neuro-feed. There was a distinct quality deterioration, probably from the very strong ECM they had been under out there, but still good enough for him to make out most details. He watched with suspense, this was it. The feed was just about to come over the top of the ice ridge...
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 14:46:27</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> ComStar Facility<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Ailis<br><br><hr><br>Ranna watched for a moment, taking in the whole of the mech bay and the activity surrounding them.&nbsp; The techs doing systems checks on the mechs, the ammo haulers unloading unused rounds.&nbsp; She watched Aillis and Janos talking off to the side after they both slipped out of their mechs, Aillis seemed intent on the battleROM in her hand.&nbsp; <em>What did she see out there</em>&nbsp; Ranna thought to herself as the two walked further into the facility.&nbsp; As she moved to climb down Harlequin's side, she caught sight of Walt and Erich talking to a woman.&nbsp; Ranna hadn't noticed her before but she seemed to be looking up at Ranna, a motion which caught her attention.&nbsp; Her small frame and grey mane of hair seemed to flow together as those large steel grey eyes looked at her.&nbsp; The look lasted only a moment, but Ranna felt an immediate connection.&nbsp; <br><br>Realizing she needed to prioritize her Recon lance's mission first, she made a note to ask Erich about the woman as she trotted off through the facility looking for Aillis and Janos.&nbsp; Ranna caught a glimpse of Aillis heading down another corridor back towards the mech bay at the same time she saw Janos duck into a room.&nbsp; Taking her time now, she walked with purpose, her thoughts running through the mission, with glimpses of the grey haired girls mixed in on occasion.&nbsp; Opening the door Janos went through Ranna was amazed to see the Comstar techs had built up a nice little simulator system.&nbsp; She heard the quiet electronic whine of power in the room as the electronics of the simulator powered up.&nbsp; The flickers of light as consoles came to life drew her closer to the pod.&nbsp; "What have you got Janos?"&nbsp; She asked, peering into the pod, watching the display on the screen as the image flickered to life.&nbsp; "Looks like Aillis saw something out of the ordinary out there??"&nbsp; She let the question hang for a moment as she watched Janos out of the corner of her eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 15:20:59</strong>
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				Elisa had spied Ranna leaving her own ‘Mech and made a beeline towards her and Janos. “Well, this is cozy.” She dryly commented to the group. “Warm, well-equipped… these simulators look like the best I’ve ever seen.” True, after the simulators that she’d encountered on some of the periphery contracts she’d run, a cardboard box with controls drawn in crayon would be a step up, but that was neither here nor there. Compared to her usual surroundings, the interior of the Comstar facility was a technological haven, one that she couldn’t help but be impressed by.<br><br>“I’ll pour over my own sensor logs.” She offered up. “I can’t say much, but I’ll believe you if you say there was something out there, Allis. My <em>Knight’s</em> probe tagged something out there, but between ECM and interference, It’s hard to say what. If we pool resources we could be able to figure what it was.” In the field, you never ignored or dismissed anything. Doing that was a good way to get people killed; if not immediately, then maybe sometime down the road. Either way, it was a mistake.<br><br>With that cheery thought, Elisa glanced over at Ranna. “So, now that we’re in and down, do we want to try and have the ‘get to know’ we never seem to?” She shrugged. <em>Which seems to be the universal singal for something to go wrong.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 20:57:05</strong>
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				Ailis comes back in good time, wearing working uniform and looking warmer, if not happier - she remains visibly ruffled to some extent. Seeing the gravitation towards what must be Janos' chosen pod, she lengthens her stride into a ground-eating lope. <br><br>Arriving in time to hear the tail end of Ranna's question, Ailis slides to a halt. "Could say that, aye. Wanted a wee bit o' confirmation before I said anythin'-" She pauses, as Elisa appears, and snickers a bit. If she read Janos right, this is more of an audience than he bargained on. It's certainly more of one than /she/ expected. "Good idea ... Elisa? I remember that right?" &nbsp;She says, as she finds a good angle to see what Janos is seeing. "... Here - this'd be th' spot, comin' up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 21:23:34</strong>
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				Janos would have to concede his victory. As the three women barged in in close succession he felt a little like a teen caught in the act of self pleasure. The pod was tight enough on its own, but now he shared it with with just about every woman in the company. There was a distinct whiff of sweat and female fragrance building up around him and he couldn't help but blush as feel the direction of his blood flow going away from his head and down towards other regions as the three enticing bodies clung around his seat for a better view of the screen. Didn't help that Elisa and Ranna were this close to deciding on a date over his head. He shook off everything around him and focused on the screens, seeing the view come over the top of the edge and seeing a fraction of&nbsp; what could be a soldier before all the screens began to fuzz up. Whatever it was that had happened, it had scrambled all data, even the neuro-input, for just a second or two before the screens fluttered to life again and showed nothing but the snow covering up what looked to be a metal platform.<br><br>"Wow, that was some interference..." Janos leaned into the screens and started replaying the clip over and over. Gone was the notion of his immediate surroundings, three vixens and all, and the curiosity of the engineer had taken over. "However..."<br><br>He centered his view of the guncam to the right and replayed the clip. He scratched the scar running across his nose and bit his thumb absentmindedly while he brought up the pod console. If ComStar had shelled out for such an advanced piece of equipment it might just contain what he needed. He hammered away on the console for a moment, going through codes and numbers which would take any other MechWarrior days to adjust in just about a minute. When you could tweak a pulse to the precise efficiency peak and program a flush system like Janos could, these things were easy as pie. He played the clip on the right screen again, some of the fuzziness had washed out and you could see the shape of an infantryman standing on the metal plate for just a fraction of a moment before he seemed to dissolve into the background.<br><br>"Null Sig." Janos smiled triumphantly before his scars flushed red hot. He had just said the forbidden word out loud. The Maskirovka would have his head if they ever found out. After a rigorous meeting with a 'specialist' that is. How they could make a man scream. He smiled awkwardly at the girls, scratching his scar nervously again. "That's what I would have named it at least. Never seen anything like it before and I think I left the cockpit light on in my Wasp, so if you'd excuse me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 03:40:04</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> ComStar Facility<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Ailis, Elisa<br><br><hr><br><em>“So, now that we’re in and down, do we want to try and have the ‘get to know’ we never seem to?”</em>&nbsp; Ranna gave Elisa a warm smile as she entered the pod.&nbsp; They'd never really had much of a chance to get more acquainted after they left Outreach, Ranna had been in her own world thinking about what Natasha had told her and Erich had kept them busy running drills and training they never had much of a chance.&nbsp; A quiet Garrison assignment would normally bode well for that kind of situation, but Ranna realized the luck of this company usually didn't allow for quiet or normal.&nbsp; "I'd like that!"&nbsp; She replied as Aillis returned to the pod just in time for them all to see what Janos had cued up.<br><br>Everyone watched intently as the video showed an incomprehensible static on the display and then suddenly it was gone.&nbsp; <em>"Wow, that was some interference..."However...</em>&nbsp; Ranna looked up at Elisa and Aillis as Janos started running through buttons and fingering console controls.&nbsp; The image became less and less grainy and more clear through the unceasing snow fall.&nbsp; They all saw it, one minute the infantry man was there, the next he was gone.&nbsp; <em>"Null Sig....That's what I would have named it at least. Never seen anything like it before and I think I left the cockpit light on in my Wasp, so if you'd excuse me..."</em> <br><br>Janos' abrupt departure and odd behavior caused Ranna to raise and eyebrow as she sat in the now vacant seat.&nbsp; Working the controls she isolated the moment before and after the odd suited infantry man appeared and disappeared taking a quick recording and saving everything to a disk.&nbsp; "I'm sure he's not telling us everything, but we at least need to show this to Erich."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 05:15:08</strong>
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				Robert moved his crusader in a the second empty mechbay near the baydoors. Upon his mech shutdown he waited until the mechbay doors were fully shut so no more cold wind would come in. Robert didnt like the cold and made preparations for the enviroment by getting a thick coat. Once he had it on, he dismounted his mech and followed the ladies thinking they know where to go but the group was going to a simulator to view battlerom data. Robert didnt want to see the data, so he leaned on a wall near them and listened to what was on it. As conversation picked up while video played Roberts eyebrow raised to the mentioning of 'A man dissappearing into thin air' and after Janos said 'Null Sig' like he knew what it was Robert said "Janos, due to the sound of your voice you know what it is. If you do Please tell us or atleast the Walter."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 09:07:57</strong>
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				"Aye, that we are." Ailis agrees, in a tone entirely too dry to be anything but her keeping surprise under wraps. She looks over at Ranna, green eyes intent. "An' I was plannin' on running it past Erich, once he's nae busy. If'n ye're thinkin' now'd be a good time ..." &nbsp;She trails off and shrugs. No longer uncomfortable - that has been replaced with suspicion, visible in narrowed green eyes. <em>If ye cannae trust yer team ...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 15:04:46</strong>
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				“Oh look.” Elisa dryly commented. “Someone in charge in this team who isn’t telling the full story. Now that’s a surprise.” She’d like to think that she was used to it, but the truth was that something like this could never be pleasant, and the fact that she was used to it only made it worse. And that was without having been involved in the fustercluck that their second mission had become. “Well, as soon as we know something, it’d be good. If there’s some invisible ‘Mech wandering around out there, then it’s a threat.”<br><br><br>She shook her head. “Reminds me of some of the crazier stories I’ve heard. ‘Mechs that can turn invisible, ‘Mechs that shots pass straight through, giant three-legged monster ‘Mechs… crazy I know. Still, if it’s a threat then it needs to be dealt with, no matter how nuts it may seem.”<br><br>“Still…” Elisa shrugged to Ranna. “Want to go get a drink or something? Preferably a warm one though. After the icebox outside, I’d do anything to stay warm.” She smirked a little. “Yes, I’m complaining about the cold even when my ‘Mech’s usually an inferno. You can laugh at the irony.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 03:04:47</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> ComStar Facility<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Janos, Ailis, Elisa<br><br><hr><br><em>"An' I was plannin' on running it past Erich, once he's nae busy. If'n ye're thinkin' now'd be a good time ..."</em><br><br>Ranna squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, letting the chatter in the room filter out of her mind as she considered the options.&nbsp; She'd heard rumors of stuff like this around the Dragoons, but noone outside of the command staff ever truly would have known if something like this was real.&nbsp; She began to wonder what else the command staff of the Dragoons had kept from the rest of the unit.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Still…Want to go get a drink or something? Preferably a warm one though. After the icebox outside, I’d do anything to stay warm.” She smirked a little. “Yes, I’m complaining about the cold even when my ‘Mech’s usually an inferno. You can laugh at the irony.”</em><br><br>Pushing at the bridge of her nose to force the growing migraine back she slipped the disk she made into her pocket and turned to Elisa.&nbsp; "That would be an amazing idea.&nbsp; I think Erich and Walter are busy with Comstar orientation.&nbsp; Lets see if there's a nice place to get something to drink."&nbsp; Ranna looked to Aillis and Robert.&nbsp; We'll figure out what's going on soon enough."&nbsp; She grinned for a moment in quiet personal reflection before she continued.&nbsp; "I mean seriously......what could happen."&nbsp; She shrugged with the smile on her face as she indicated to Elisa with a head nod in the direction she thought a warm drink might be.&nbsp; <br><br>"So even with all this cold you're still running hot?&nbsp; We need to look at your systems."&nbsp; Ranna joked with a wink as she lead the way through the pod door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 06:42:48</strong>
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				"I cannae believe ye said that." Ailis says, shaking her head. "That'd be th' phrase that always leads t' things goin' pear-shaped." &nbsp;She slips out behind the taller woman, and shakes herself a little. "Mind if I invite m'self along? If we're no' talkin' to th' boss fer a while, I would nae turn down a chance t' sit an' not be wonderin' if I'm about t' be shot at." &nbsp;<br>The little shake seems to have done more than just settle cramped muscles and joints, it also seems to have removed all traces of suspicion and upset - she turns a much happier, if restrained, smile on the other three as she waits.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 09:28:06</strong>
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				Janos had pushed his way past the virtual menagerie of sweat and carnal implications, stopping only for a moment to give Ailis a foreboding look before he was free of the cramped room. He thought he would have enjoyed that more, but the uncomfortable question hung thick in the air. He had no pause to gather his thoughts as Robert came with his own opinions as well. He gave the Free Worlder a sour look and marched off in a fashion that would have made the Capellan Hussars jealous. "Mind your own business, Leaguer, and I'll do the same..."<br><br>He hurried along to his Wasp and pulled the ear flaps of his budinovka down. Even here inside the MechBay he could still feel the cold creep in around him. He inhaled sharply, the scar on his thigh from where he had been shot on Outreach suddenly sending in it's own protest letter against the cold. He leaned against the Wasp's leg and rubbed his own, his eyes fixed straight forward. The infantryman had stood on top of something. Most likely something excavated from the snow and ice. One does not just put up a metal platform on random that far from the base. He looked around. The others seemed to be on their way out. Which would give him some time to take the Wasp out to the spot and check it out himself. He had made mental note of the coordinates in the simulation and with that it would be no problem to make his way back there, even in the snow storm, so long as he took it slowly. He turned towards the techs with his regular grin.<br><br>"Hey, Greg, still got those flamers laying around?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>13-09-2013, 07:47:52</strong>
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				Something to drink is not all that easy - but Parcival does seem to have found a place to sit down and have a drink. Probably the only one around, given the general conditions - and they are set up well enough to be capable of making hot drinks. He is sipping his first cup of hunters' tea and watching the door, while the girls discuss having seen a ghost...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 14:29:20</strong>
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				“It’s a <em>Black Knight</em>,” Elisa joked back in reply, her tone warm and friendly despite the ominous overtones of the last few minutes. “They run at two temperatures, ‘overheated’ and ‘not overheated yet’. And that’s on a good day. When you get it on a hot, baking desert hellhole, well, by the time you’re done you’re drowning in your own sweat. Not fun.”<br><br>They entered something that resembled a cafeteria, which was a good enough start for her. “Of course, by the time I inherited the old girl, she was a bit of a mess. I loved my father dearly, but there was only so much that he could do with what little money he and the unit had.” There was a degree of honesty in her voice, not trying to hide the facts but rather speak openly and earnestly. “So many merc units live hand-to-mouth, and one bad deal can break ‘em easily.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>18-09-2013, 14:19:37</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/black_widow_png_by_sasha2000dog-d52srzs.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Ranna Krannok <br><strong>Mech:</strong> HCT-6D Hatchetman <br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Harlequin<br><strong>Location:</strong> ComStar Facility<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ailis, Elisa<br><br><hr><br><em>"Mind if I invite m'self along? If we're no' talkin' to th' boss fer a while, I would nae turn down a chance t' sit an' not be wonderin' if I'm about t' be shot at." </em><br><br>Ranna nodded to Ailis and shrugged as they slowly moved down the corridor.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“It’s a Black Knight.&nbsp; They run at two temperatures, ‘overheated’ and ‘not overheated yet’. And that’s on a good day. When you get it on a hot, baking desert hellhole, well, by the time you’re done you’re drowning in your own sweat. Not fun.”</em><br><br>Elisa's comment caused Ranna to laugh slightly.&nbsp; She knew some of the downsides of the Black Knights, along with many of the other types of Mechs in the inner sphere.&nbsp; Unlike her Hatchetman, many of the older model mechs still had a lot of design flaws, but good pilots knew how to balance those flaws with capability.&nbsp; Ranna knew Elisa knew how to run her Black Knight just right having seen the mech in combat a few times.<br><br>When they entered the cafeteria, Ranna felt a bit of disappointment fill her.&nbsp; ComStar invested so much money in all of the new toys and technology they could, but the simply creature comforts like a cafeteria got the barest of attention.&nbsp; The shiny white walls and off colored floor did little help the room look like anything more than a triage room at a hospital that served food.&nbsp; The stainless steel kitchen equipment and picnic style tables with benches were starting to make the cramped mess hall on the Bastion look cozy.&nbsp; <br><br><em> “Of course, by the time I inherited the old girl, she was a bit of a mess. I loved my father dearly, but there was only so much that he could do with what little money he and the unit had.&nbsp; So many merc units live hand-to-mouth, and one bad deal can break ‘em easily.”</em><br><br>Ranna listened intently remembering some small bit about Elisa's past but not realizing it had been a family affair.&nbsp; "It's that the truth.&nbsp; I didn't remember you mentioning you grew up in a Merc unit.&nbsp; I guess growing up with the Dragoon's I didn't really see what it was like for the less established units.&nbsp; I see now how tough it is keeping things together.&nbsp; How long had you been piloting mech before your fathers unit fell apart?"&nbsp; She asked as they slowly picked their way through the drink bar in the cafeteria.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 05:35:27</strong>
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				"I was wondering how long you'd take," Parcival greets the newcomers. "The beer's drinkable, at least. Can't speak for the place's bar, I haven't tried to get into the booze locker." He's still decidedly overdressed for a mercenary, but that seems to be just him. "Got distracted by something along the way?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 14:46:49</strong>
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				“Actually, it wasn’t my father’s unit.” Elisa explained. “Though my father was the XO and my mum was one of the technicians. I’d grown up around the unit in the inevitable mess of dependants and hanger-onerers that a unit acquires.”<br><br>She gave a nod to Parcival as they entered the room. “Hey there. Sorry if I’ve never really said hello… as Ranna is finding out, I seem to be bad at that.” Elisa winced a little as she smiled, then nodded back to the firey mercenary. “I’ve been looking for a chance to get to know a lot of people, really. This is as good a chance as any.”<br><br>Elisa shrugged it off. “I trained with my dad and the other MechWarriors, but I didn’t get much in the way of formal schooling. For a little bit, I had a slot in the unit too, piloting a ‘rental’ <em>Rifleman</em> that was more rust then ‘Mech. And after my dad was… injured, I inherited his <em>Knight</em>.” She glanced away for a moment, before returning with a weak smile.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 22:13:45</strong>
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				Ailis chuckles. "Aye. No time like th' present." &nbsp;<br><br>She trots off to retrieve a cup of something hot that she was assured is coffee. If it's not, it's hot, which is what she's after. She comes back in good time to catch the rest of Elisa's words, and the corner of her mouth quirks. "Huhn. Good t' know it's nae only m'self that's been a little short o' formal schooling. I spent a lotta time hangin' about th' garrison helpin' fix things an' bein' interested, while I was growin' up. Th' boys taught me th' simple stuff, I picked th' rest up on m' own." She looks wistful for a second, then shakes her head. "Could nae afford 'real' trainin', so I s'pose it's just as well."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 00:45:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"In my experience, one's employer pays the warriors for 'real' training," Parcival observes drily. "There is only so much that all the fancy simulators and academy training will prepare you for. The sheer terror when a large-caliber autocannon fires with the business end pointed at you, or when a PPC blast turns half your 'Mech's frontal armor to vapor and you can hear the screaming of the missiles following that shot... no amount of formal training will teach you to deal with it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 19:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erich walked into the cafeteria just in time to overhear Parcival's comment, and chuckled quietly, the big man heading straight for the hot drinks; After filling a large mug with some steaming concoction that was similar to coffee, he walked over to the group and sat down in one of the unoccupied chairs. "If we're trading history lessons based on our experiences, I'd probably be able to talk your ears off."<br><br>Taking a long sip of the drink, he smiled slightly, and seemed to relax. "Just to let you lot know, There is a hostile force on-planet, so expect combat at least once during our stay here. Other than that, if you have gripes, concerns, ideas, or so on, I'm all ears."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 19:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No history lesson, boss. Just noting that formal training's overrated," Parcival responds. "It all goes into the garbage along with the first set of underwear, I found. Assuming one comes back from the first battle to start with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 06:19:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a rather grim way to look at it, goyim. I'm surprised you made it out of that first battle of yours."<br><br>The sudden voice came from among themselves, or rather a young man with a very bright and optimistic smile standing next to their table. His ravenhaired bedhead showed that he had probably been sleeping in one of the many couches that lined the walls of the large room. He seemed like a hard thing to miss though, being a seven feet tall lithe-muscled man in a tight white jumpsuit with rolled up arms that contrasted well with his seemingly desert-tanned skin. To Erich he was a splitting image of Colonel Dayan, except that the Colonel never smiled with his eyes and the young man's aquiline nose had only been broken once instead of... a thousand times.<br><br>"Formal training gives discipline, important even if you throw the rest of it out with your dirty underwear." He spun a chair around and straddled it leisurely, taking a toothpick from the table tray and putting it between his impossibly white smile. "Milan Dayan, light lance Leftenant in the Netzach Dayan. And here's Erich, Ranna, Elisa and the two unknowns. Pleased to meetcha all, shalom and all that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 08:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Slainte." Ailis sits back a little so as to get a better look at the new-comer. "Ailis Ciarach, recon. And I'd nae be so sure o' that - th' bit I'd be missin' from a bit o' formal schoolin' would nae be th' discipline." &nbsp;She gives a very convincing innocent look over the rim of her cup. "Sure an' I've got m'self into enough trouble t' be knowin' quite a lot about discipline." &nbsp;Her green eyes glitter merrily for a moment as she takes a sip of the contents, then sets the cup down, expression quite serene.<br>"'Ey, Erich? Prob'ly should mention I saw somethin' weird out there. Was gonna tell ye about it, but if'n ye'd rather, it'll set a bit." &nbsp;There's a slight crinkle to the corner of her mouth, a tightening of muscle that suggests 'weird' might be her understating whatever it was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: On the Receiving End: A Battletech 3050 Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 20:40:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know that there is that relationship." Parcival grins at the younger man. "I seem to recall discipline was beaten into me in basic, not in the academy or OCS." He shrugs slightly. "Still, we all have different experiences, richtig? Ailis, is that related to you looking like you saw a ghost when you got out of that 'Mech of yours?"
			</dd>
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