Gellen's Heights, Capital City |
Gellen's Heights, Capital City |
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Dec 19 2005, 01:28 AM
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Site Architect Rank: Recruit Group: Members Posts: 218 Joined: 15-December 05 Member No.: 2 |
The city of Gellen's Heights is immense, stretching for well over 30 square miles. The capital city of Sheratan, Gellen's Heights is the cultural and economic focal point of the planet. Theaters, libraries, museums, government offices and commercial structures dot the landscape, while hovercars whisk down tree-lined streets and spacecraft touch down at the Gellen's Heights spaceport. The atmosphere here is very modern, while at the same time incorporating elements of Victorian-era architecture from the early part of Terra's 20th century, and the effect creates a charming, yet sophisticated look.
Sidewalk cafes mingle with holoarcades, night clubs, car dealerships, military outfitters, and interactive movie theaters in the city's retail district, while in the more somber government sector, the sound of the wind blowing is only occasionally interrupted by the chirp of birdsong echoing from within the Romanesque approaches to the many government offices which dominate the landscape. The city itself has been built with the intention of keeping the land's natural beauty preserved, and it is not at all uncommon to find waterfalls cascading down alongside busy roadways in the heart of downtown. There is no better place to be on Sheratan than in Gellen's Heights, and the volume of people present here at all hours seems to support this. |
Private Mick Brandt |
May 13 2006, 12:05 AM
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Sheratan Planetary Militia Rank: Private Group: Members Posts: 8 Joined: 3-May 06 From: Gellen's Heights Member No.: 41 |
After the quick conversation with the man in the Cougar, I re-contacted Master Admiral Johnson.
"This is Brandt to Master Admiral. Do you read?" "You're a bit fuzzy, but go ahead." "Hold on, sir. I'M TAKING MY SHOT!" The 3 of us that were now practically brothers, dashing around city blocks in the region, hunting down local targets, and at least 20 battle suits that had been stolen. We had almost become pro. "YOU GUYS FIGHT FOR ME! I'll BE A SEC!" "Excuse me, Admiral. I am a bit buisy." "We all have our duties. Go on." "THE LEFT! Sir, the pilot of the multiply stolen Cougar is a confirmed ally... for now. His name is Wedge, and he would like to contact you. He says he's got a few sources that he can relay information to. He says that we might be able to tip the scales with a bit of information." "Can you patch him through for me?" "Yes sir. Let me contact... BEHIND THE BUILDING... 3... 2... 1... RUN! Just let me get him through for you..." "He's all yours. Channel... YES! OVER THERE! Sorry, Channel 38. NOW! LOWER! He's on chanel 38, over and out." Now that I had completed Lourde's request, I had to attend to my fight. "I said the next street over! Come with me!" said Red-4. Our next target was a Bulldog tank that was stolen (of course). It came with a few other tanks, and Major Burnham's personalized Sunder meduim 'mech. A few minutes and many dodged rounds and lasers, Master Admiral Johnson called me with a plan. "Johnson to Brandt. Corporal Lourde and I have come up with a plan, and his buddy has agreed to help us. Lourde and his assistant have agreed to rendovzous with you and your team to take out the small force of tanks and the Sunder 'mech. We figured it might be easier to let the 'mechs hand the counterpart, while you work on the armor and tanks. Once the 'mech is scratched, the duo will assist you. That will bring one force of the 2 within the city. Currently, Crayven Corporation is engaged with the Mad Cats in a park not far. If they succeed, all the major conflicts will be over... hopefully. Be advised that there are still a few armor counts and random tanks. I am now updating your teams HUDs, as well as Lourde's 'mech's display with Nav point Alpha, 2 blocks away from where the enemy force is gathered." The built in voice prompted me that Nav Point Alpha was now available. Now that we actually had a sense of teamwork, the attack would be crushed easily. Hopefully. It wasn't gonna happen like that. This post has been edited by Private Mick Brandt: May 13 2006, 12:08 AM -------------------- Position : Private, Local Militia
Callsign : Red-2 Current BattleMech : Elemental PowerArmor (Militia Refit) Loadout: x1 Small Pulse Laser, HoverJet Power Jets |
Master Sergeant Kevin Cosgrove |
May 13 2006, 06:44 PM
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Crayven Securities, Inc | Field Operations Rank: Master Sergeant Group: Crayven Securities, Inc. Posts: 4 Joined: 9-May 06 Member No.: 42 |
"I've got about a minute untill that militaman gets me my contact. Go ahead."
I glanced at my IFF computer readout one last time to confirm that no updates had taken place. "All right, Corporal, here's our situation. That Uziel is out of business - your militia buddies are seeing to that. The police are working to keep the locals in check over there - the rioting's getting pretty severe and it's only a matter of time before the crowds break the barriers. That's the good news. "The bad news is, we've got multiple squads of Oni Battle Armor - I count at least fifteen, all told - scattered throughout the neighborhood in a one-kilometer radius. They've got moderate armor support, ranging from Zibler and Enyo strike tanks to Condors and at least one Glory. I'm showing two lances of friendly armor moving in - hopefully that will buy us some time. "That's just the beginning. I've got sensor contact with the Sunder - it's still inbound on our location - I can confirm that it is, in fact, supported by a Behemoth II tank. The six points of armor are Fa Shih Battle Armors. They're riding on the Behemoth's running boards. I anticipate the whole battleforce is going to be within firing range in less than two minutes. "Fortunately, it appears that we've got a friendly KGC-20-A King Crab moving from the West to intercept them - it's one of my boys. He's going to have his hands full - we're no match for the Sunder, but we can certainly give that tank and the Fa Shihs a run for their money - my suggestion is that we move to assist him. "My minute's up, Corporal. What's the call?" -------------------- Position : Master Sergeant, Crayven Securities Incorporated
Callsign : Falcon Current BattleMech : RVN-CS-A3 Raven (A3 Prototype) [Light] Loadout: 2x LRM-5, 2x ER Medium Laser, 1x NARC Missile Beacon |
Commodore Benjamin Maxwell |
May 13 2006, 06:58 PM
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LEGIONNAIRES Founder Rank: Captain Group: LEGIONNAIRES Posts: 658 Joined: 15-December 05 From: Tau Ceti IV Member No.: 1 |
As the elements of Anvil Lance moved to support Hammer Lance, I steered my KGC-CS-A King Crab into the urban jungle that was the West End of Gellen's Heights. The reactions of passerby were typical of persons bearing witness to a 100-ton war machine striding down a city street - women screamed, men dove for cover, and motorists fled from their vehicles as my King Crab's colossal clawed feet pounded across the pavement with earth-shattering force. I could only apologize silently as I made my way with due haste toward Nav Gamma, and my rendezvous with an unknown enemy. Ordinarily, I'd be feeling a great deal of apprehension at engaging an entire mixed lance in a single BattleMech, but the intruiging indirect-fire missile system my prototype carried hinted at a very different sort of confrontation than most warriors were accustomed to.
"Target detected," my onboard computer announced, highlighting the Sunder Lance's Behemoth II tank on my radar. The hostile was just over a kilometer to my east, far outside of my Streak SRMs, but was closing quickly. Even as I watched, the tank fell within the range of my extended-range weaponry. Now if I could just get a clear shot... As was the case with many MechWarriors, I loathed urban combat. BattleMechs were simply not built to operate on pavement in tight quarters, and it was all I could do to keep from repeatedly scraping the fins of my massive King Crab on the outer walls of the towering skyscrapers flanking me on all sides. Dropping my throttle to a crawling thirty kilometers per hour, I executed a right-hand turn, and pushed down 35th Street, drawing closer to the Behemoth tank, which had made a sharp course correction, and appeared to be attempting to close the distance between us. I had no doubt that I had been detected, and I fully intended to take advantage of the situation. Bringing the King Crab to a lumbering halt alongside a towering industrial warehouse, I primed my SRM launchers, and activated the IDF system. As the targeting & tracking system acquired its target, I watched as the DTT counter wound down. And now...I wait. -------------------- Position: Senior Captain | Legionnaires
Current BattleMech: WHF-3B White Flame (Lothos) [Heavy - Quad] Loadout: 1x Large Pulse Laser, 1x Medium Pulse Laser, 2x ER Medium Lasers, 1x Anti-Missile System, Jump Jets |
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