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Sergeant Major Robert MacArthur
post Jul 7 2006, 01:46 AM
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The scream of sixteen LRM carriers establishing a hard missile lock on my Catapult filled the confines of my cockpit with an electronic cacaphony as our lances drew close to the Seeker-Class DropShip standing between us and our mission objective. I slammed my BattleMech into a hard evasive maneuver, breaking formation as I attempted to draw a bead on the entrenched vehicles. Ahead of me, Colonel Reese's Deimos waded through plumes of smoke and fire as its massive autocannons laid waste to a twin set of Centipede scout cars, drawing first blood in the process.

A chirp from my targeting computer announced a confirmed fix on the location of the missile boats. Ten standard LRM carriers were spread out in a fan formation around the base of the Seeker, supported by six heavy carriers which had arranged themselves in a staggered firing line behind the smaller rigs. They were no match for my Catapult in one-on-one combat; however, massed fire from the group would mean an instant death sentence for my sixty-five ton BattleMech. The Colonel and I would have to strike hard and fast if we wanted to get the upper hand on the ground-pounders. I opened a channel to Director Miyamoto's Atlas, requesting authorization for Reese and I to begin our run.


"Rouge to Redeemer - I have visual on the fire-support units. Awaiting your orders."

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Director Gen Miyamoto
post Jul 9 2006, 11:48 PM
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The resuce team had reached the second bastion of pirates and it was a farcry from the previous captain's crew. These pirates either by choice or by chance had traded versatility and mobility for crude, long range firepower. A vehical force of almost entirely LRM carriers formed a screen protecting thier homebase, a dropship. While Stryker and his cronies in tactical would deem this band of tangos a signifgantly lower threat there was still a very real danger. With the losses and damage we had taken, we were highly vulnerable to being beaten into submission soley by sheer ordinance.

Macarthur asked me to make the call, so I did.

"This is Redeemer, break and attack."


Hermes shot ahead in thier lighter, more mobile mechs. Seconds later the sky was a light with the first of many barrages of missiles. Hermes was luckily equipped with LAMS that would at least soften the hailstorm of missiles, Ares would just have to tough it out.


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Anna LeSalle
post Jul 12 2006, 06:38 PM
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The air was thick with munitions as the pirate lauchers began thier fussilade. I charged ahead of the assault mechs and pulled to the extreme left of the artillery line. I felt almost guilty flanking the missile batteries, being one of the few mechs with LAMS I am best equiped for defeating this type of threat. I knew that acting as a decoy was tactically unsound, my LAMS could too easily overheat, fail, or miss thus leaving me open for a world class beating. Even so I couldn't shake the slight twinge of guilt, like I was leaving fellow soldiers out to dry.

Training and reason prevailed and I followed the standard procedure; a fast flanking attack while minimizing risks. I took a quick check through my rear camera to see the destruction being wraught on our lines. The Vulture was struggling to stand after a hard knock it had taken and the Catapult had seen better days. It seemed the pirates were fairly accurate, no doubt well practiced at this kind of combat. My check was brief though as I couldn't afford to waste time.

The press was fast and easy, only one standard LRM carrier took the time to fire a flight of LRMs at me, but quickly lost interest when a Gauss round impacted its side armor. As I neared the line of missile carriers a pair of Galleon tanks attempted to prevent my attack. Despite being well out of maximum range for thier small lasers they discharged them anyway, perhaps to tell me they meant buisness.

I set my sights on the nearest tank and tore into it with my trio of lasers, which blasted straight through the vehical without hesitation. It was reduced to flaming wreckage. I turned slightly to target the next tank, still rushing a high speed, and loosed a flight or LRMs. With their advanced guidance systems and at such close range they had no trouble finding thier mark and pummeled the turret into scrap. The Galleon could still move, though it was nearly harmless. The pirate seemed undetered though and rushed towards in a desperate attack.

We drew closer and closer to one another as we both raced at full throttle, and just as it came within range for its pitiful remaining weapons I engaged jumpjets and flew high over and past the tiny tank. My target had been the LRM carrier, which I landed on with a resounding crunch. Ammunition feeds and loading mechanisms spilled over as the firing systems were crushed under my 40 ton bulk. I was now at the left most point of the wall of LRM carriers, ready to tear them apart.


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Sergeant Major Robert MacArthur
post Jul 12 2006, 08:52 PM
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Sixteen missile carriers, targeted by twin MRM-30 launchers with MultiTrac support, meant that there were plenty of medium-range missiles to go around - three highly-explosive warheads to each carrier - more than enough to rip through the ground-pounders' thick hides and detonate the warheads stored within. As LeSalle drew the fire of the entrenched artillery, I opened fire, my Catapult thundering inbound even as an overwhelming amount of firepower poured from its timber boxes, threatening to throw the sixty-five ton machine off-balance and send it crashing to the earth. Plume after plume of flame erupted skyward as the missile-toting trucks were chain-detonated by their own munitions, those spared by the initial onslaught dispatched quickly by the powerful medium pulse lasers slung under my Catapult's nose. A yell of glee escaped my mouth as the field of vehicles was reduced to little more than a spread of smoking craters in under a minute, leaving only empty space between the Seeker-class DropShip and myself.

"Hunter to Redeemer - reporting enemy missile lances destroyed. What's my next target?"


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Director Gen Miyamoto
post Jul 18 2006, 05:28 PM
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The line of LRM Carrier were shattered. Hermes was flanking from both sides and Ares was returning fire heavily. Macarthur proved to be the final straw, with a head on sweeping missile slavo. Pirate tanks still roamed the area but not nearly as well oragnized or powerful as this missile line. I turned my focus from the swaths of destruction and fire to face a flanking trio of Scorpion tanks.

They announced thier pressence with blasts from thier 5 class autocannons, sending shells clattering against my heavy armor. I sent an immediate response of laser fire and a gauss round which easily blasted through the front armor and crushed the crew inside. Thier approach was liesurely, at about 50 kph, which made it easy to line up a missile salvo on the next hapless pirate. A hail of Medium and Short range missiles showered the Scorpion into rubble. Though it could still move, the turret was useless and the weapon mounted there shredded. That left one tank to anhiliate. No doubt aware of the direness of thier situation the crews seemed to fight indignently on, blasting with all guns. They did little to slow me, but I was impressed at the courage. A twin blast of series two lasers tore through thier armor and burst one of the valuable treads. The tank suddenly began to spin like a pinwheel as it's right side lost any semblance of traction. The crews bailed at this point and I left well enough alone, the salvage would be in better condition and probably recoop some of the serious losses of Crayven assests.

A quick tightbeam returned my attention to the unit and away from the now defeated armor.

"Redeemer, it looks like the dropship crews are game for a fight. Move your lance to support, we'll mop up later."

"Affirmative" I acknowledged and quickly swung my mech around towards the now powered up behemoth. As soon as I began sizing up the dropship I saw it unleash its modest firepower on the Colonel. Her strange mech's leg shredded under the combined firepower of a PPC, Large Laser, and LRMs. To which she seethed,

"You have made a grevious tactical error."


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Colonel Taylor Reese
post Jul 23 2006, 10:40 PM
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With a vengeance, I unleashed the combined firepower of six Class-2 Ultra Autocannons directly at the Seeker's center of mass, moving my now-crippled Deimos into a slow, painful Circle of Death around the stationary vessel as the 'Mech dragged its crippled leg uselessly. A massive crater was blasted in the DropShip's armor as the rounds hit home. I followed up the retaliatory strike with a volley of laser fire, accompanied by a barrage of missiles which ravaged the weakened ship's substructure, sending plumes of smoke, fire, and fountains of sparks spouting from the wound.

A crackling bolt of purple electroplasma rocketed past my cockpit, missing the canopy glass by mere inches, and sending a static charge rippling across the Deimos' frame. I counted my blessings as the charge dissipated - a direct hit from a Naval PPC would almost certainly have spelled disaster.

A thunderous roar erupted from my OmniMech's gunports as I let fly hundreds of depleted-uranium rounds into the offending cannon, riddling it with baseball-sized holes until the turret was little more than a hulk of smoking, twisted metal. Brilliant green beams of coherent light responded, carving away at my port missile rack until it exploded violently, causing the Deimos' torso to buck violently. A chain-detonation of the LRM launcher's ammo feeds ensued, blowing out several subsystems within my 'Mech's chassis.


"No matter...not like I needed those heat sinks anyway..."


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Anna LeSalle
post Jul 26 2006, 07:35 AM
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With pin-point accuracy my lancemates and I quickly disarmed the hostile dropship. It had dealt some serious damage to Colonel Reese and forcibly removed an arm off the other Chimera, but otherwise left our forces unhindered. With a majority of it's armaments blown off and it's armor being ripped off by intense ground fire this bird would be ours in moments.

Sensing the battle had turned to be utterly unrecoverable the crew attempted to run for it. Plumes of smoke and dust flew out from underneath the domed vessel as its engines roared to life. The cones of fire scorched the soil and warped the already tepid desert air. These sights, while perhaps fantastic to a civilian in the periphery, filled me with no awe; only the feeling of profound power. The turtle was on its back as it were, and we are not paid to be merciful.

The salvo was intense. Nobody heldback, and with a single aft laser being the sole retaliation offered, nobody even manuevered. It was more like a shooting exercise than a battle. The Seeker had unimpressive armor for its size, most notibly in the aft, so it was surprising to see the kind of resiliance that was exhibited. It had gained enough altitude that I was persuaded to use my jumpjets to keep pace. But with a gratifying final volley from Widowmaker and a majority of Hermes we were able to cause enough damage to bring down the dropship.

It was the stuff of purile holovids, the kind that were compiled and bootlegged for the chronically bored youth; a giant metal sphere plummeting from high altitude. The impact was tremendous and could be easily felt miles away. When we approached to survey the damage and claim the ship I was disappointed to see the living members of the crew fleeing for thier lives. I had hoped, almost expected them to destroy the ship to keep it out of our hands. I was maybe too used to dealing with the valorous units of the house or fanatical legions of Comstar and Blakists. It was almost quaint to see people who cared more about their own hides than tactical values.

We overlooked the wreckage for a few moments while the officers conferenced over the comms. At last my orders came from the major.

"Attention Hermes, we are proceeding to Nav Delta. Form on me."

I could see Ares was coming along too, which begged the question, "Sir, who will be protecting the salvage here?"

"The Colonel will remain behind. The Foundation may be deploying more relief for us, but it's still uncertain."

"Affirmative, lead."


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Director Gen Miyamoto
post Aug 3 2006, 05:23 AM
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With the Seeker brought down and the vehicals eliminated there was only one camp of pirates remaining. The Colonel was grudingly going to remain behind and baby sit the drop ship, to ensure both its safety and her own. We were still going strong and the op didn't look too far from conclusion, not a bad job if I said so myself.

While we strode on our destructive way, I coordinated with the freshly resupplied Tempest lance to come meet us and provide long range spotting. The kind of vehicals we would be facing would be well adapted to skirmishing us, costing us dearly before we took the field. I intended to get an entirely different outcome.


"I don't care about the ordinance, I need air support in here now. I want you dusting off ASAP."


"We'll do our best, Colonel."

No sooner had I ended my transmission than did a gauss round puncture my mech's right shoulder.


Ragh!

I quickly corrected and noted the pressence of a small party of hovercraft, Regulators every one of them. They were making a quick pass to our left while putting up a stiff volley of fire. The magnetic rounds pounded our armor, shredding limbs and shoving chasiss. We couldn't afford to wait for Tempests support, so I did the best I could in a precarious situation.

"Hermes, try to drive them towards us."

Hermes lept into action to give chase.


Let's hope this works.


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Major Richard Stryker
post Aug 4 2006, 05:25 PM
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My Shadow Cat was bombarded with a hail of gauss rounds, ripping through my armor with such force that my OmniMech was sent staggering drunkenly forward, its weapons firing blindly into the earth as the Regulators swarmed toward me.

"Ares, I think I've got their attention! I'm going to need you to get these guys off me PDQ!"

"Roger that, Hermes. Get them moving toward us and we'll do the rest."

Sending my Shadow Cat into a reeling charge, I barreled straight through the flock of Regulators, crushing one flat underfoot as I fled toward Ares Lance. Multiple explosions rocked my OmniMech's rear armor as the tanks continued their relentless assault, and component after component winked out on my console as, slowly, the war machine began to succumb to the onslaught.

"Ares, there's not going to be much left of my 'Mech by the time I get there! You may want to step it up a bit!"


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Anna LeSalle
post Aug 5 2006, 01:55 AM
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The trap Redeemer had called for didn't take. Even with the Major throwing caution to the wind with his charge (a surprising move, from what I knew of Stryker), the hovercraft were to mobile and passed through him like water through a sieve. The heavy hitters in Ares tried in vain to catch the Regulators before they could escape to longer range. Martinez, thier ace in the hole for situations like these, was behind me and barely keeping pace and thus out of range to provide effective targetting data.

Smoke issued from the new wounds dealt to the Major's mech almost as profusely as orders from his radio. I turned to maintain pursuit on these zippy little tanks and was pleased to see at least one of Ares making progress. It was 4, in the Vulture. He was pulling a wide flanking action to the extreme left of the line formation Ares had formed. With our mechs closing from the other side, the Regulators would soon be bottled between us and pushed into an untenable position.

Then, all of a sudden, small explosions enveloped the Clan Omnimech, sending it collapsing to the ground among a cluster of flashes. It took only a second to realize the ploy.

"Mines" barked the major.

At almost the last second my probe started getting an enormus number of tiny, infantry-grade landmines. I wasn't about to give up the chase and let these pirates hide behind thier pitiful traps and cheap tricks. Engaging my jumpjets I flew low over the mines, keeping but a scant few meters off the ground and instead perserving maximum fuel for a marathon drive forward. Seconds later, as my jets finally ceased I braced as my mech hit sand. Aside from the initial impact of landing I couldn't discern any explosions. A quick probe scan showed no mines in the area and I could see fellow lancemates following my example. All but Martinez...

Without Jumpjets he'd be unable to give chase. No doubt Ares could use his assistance still though, with more pirate assests possibly roaming. The last of my remaining lance, Stryker's mangled [/i]Shadow Cat, landed and the hunt was on.

"This time" I assured myself, "they won't get away so easily."


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Sergeant Major Robert MacArthur
post Aug 6 2006, 03:44 PM
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Hermes Lance, with reckless abandon, skated across an uncharted minefield, causing the pursuing Regulators to skid to a halt on its outskirts. One of the tanks reacted too late, sliding into the booby-trapped expanse and exploding in a spectacular fireball. Our lance began to tighten the noose, flanking closer to the remaining three Regulators. Where the Saladin had ended up was anyone's guess - it had either been destroyed or was somehow evading my sensor sweeps - either way, the Regulators were presently the far bigger threat. I drew a bead on the armored cavalry, my MultiTrac computer painting a trio of red boxes across the HUD. Seconds later, a ferocious barrage of MRM fire rained down upon the three tanks, sending one of the trio reeling into the minefield, where it met its end. The other two were riddled with smoking, flaming holes. Training my lasers on the surviving vehicles, I delivered a quick one-two punch, blowing the tanks into the afterlife with a great deal of flair.

"Alright, Redeemer, where's that Saladin?"


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Director Gen Miyamoto
post Aug 11 2006, 08:46 PM
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The tanks were dispatched quickly by Macarthur and we saddled up toward the craggy highlands that hid the final camp of pirates. Thier forces were unknown, but there seemed to be a lot of gaps between what intelligence predicted and what we encountered. There was a great deal of uncertainity in what remained of the pirate forces and I was going to show all the needed caution.

"Redeemer, I advise we remain seperated. We'll be able to achieve victory more quickly. Martinez will stay on with your lance, he cannot successfully navigate the minefied."

"Affirmative, good hunting Major."

With that I swung wide of a rocky outcropping and the reenforced Hermes pulled into formation.


Moments passed as my altimeter slowly crawled higher. We came across a narrow gap in between two rocky mounts and had to compress into a single file, to fit through. All of sudden a series of explsosions rocked our line of mechs. As the smoke cleared the mountain sides were carpeted with infantry racing towards us. Before and behind us were tanks converted civilian vehicals. We had wandered into an ambush!

I opened fire with lasers and MRMs, sadly my SRMs and Gauss Rifle had both long been out of ammunition. The last battle had begun and we had them fiercly out gunned.


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post Aug 17 2006, 06:46 AM
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A gang of ground vehicals were racing towards me as top speed as occasional weapons fire rocked my Atlas Battemech, all while legions of infantry poured out of hiding on the two rocky mountains on either side of our worn out unit. When springing the ambush on us, it seems that they dumped every ounce of explosive firepower on us in one powerful bombardment. The ground was littered with make-shift demolition packs that failed to detonate, and apparently ranged from as crude as volitile gas tanks to as complex as bundles of hand grenades. The results on our lance, as I learned, were devastating. My communiations dish had been disabled, despite being stowed away in it's armor compartment. I was unable to maintain contact with any of the lances and short range radio communications were near impossible due to the rocky terrain around me.

I quickly did a status check with the lance to see if any one had faired any worse to find Macarthur batteling an onboard fire after an internal ammunition explosion and Martinez giving no response at all. My return fire was paniced, I was doing a poor job maintaining my cool, and accordingly was innacurate. The Scorpions approached to a dangerously close range and began to follow up thier cannon fire with a spray of machine gun rounds. I lined up my good arm with the tanks only to have a shell fly right through the hyperfocused optics that lent the Mark II pulse lasers thier tactical edge; deep armor penetration, not to mention utterly diabling the device for any use. My ammunitions spent I had a stunning one weapon remaing to ward off my pirate assailants.

I lined up my crosshairs and opened fire with all I had. Despite loosing several heatsinks in the battles preceeding this I could still comfortably dissipate more heat than I could ever possibly generate with just one Large X-pulse laser, so I fired mercilessly. The dusty old pirate tanks were well travelled and worn after years of third-rate repairs and less than adequate maintance, appropriatley they showed the kind of patchy armor protection and problematic mechanical failures that I would expect from a slipshod operator such as this scum. One tank became disabled before I even shot at it, suffering from a malfunction occuring somewhere in the loading or firing mechanisms.

After trading some fire with these now circeling tanks I was able to disuade further cannon fire. As I turned to engage a fleeing pick up truck that mounted little more than a glorified machine gun array I was stopped short by a loud explosion. Suddenly my mech was falling backwards and landed in a heap on the ground. Looking down I could see the plume of smoke issuing from the knee of my mech, the handy work of an explosive mounted by some half-suicidal attacker. The real threats were gone, and only pirates remained and they couldn't have been armed with more than machines guns and LAWs. Didn't they realize they were outclassed. Or were supposed to be at any rate.

Attempts to right my mech failed as a flurry of explosions enveloped my prone mech, egged on by the partial success. Myomer was damaged in both right limbs now and only the left arm kept any armament left, so doing what I could I braught the barrel to ground level and begin firing towards groups of soldiers. Clouds of dirt and blood were tossed up as my laser blasts scorched thier way through flesh and rock. An in-rushing attacker brandishing a flame thrower was foolish enough to approach me from the same side and I quickly crushed him under my fist. It proved to be a satisfying kill that is rarely afforded to mechwarrior.

But for all my firepower my lack of mobility soon proved too big a crutch and the infantry simply cleared out from that area, choosing to carry the fight to other mechs or wreck thier horrible, tiny vengence to other areas of my mech. A loud clunking sound alerted me to a pirate just below my Atlas's neck, trying to place a large pack of explosives. I unharnessed myself and drew my Crayven issued side arm, a micro-gauss pistol. I set the weapon to ready, waited for a sufficient charge, and steadied my aim. One of the many advantages that had attracted Charles' favor was the pistol's ability to fling rounds through Ferro-glass, much to my satisfaction this meant I did not have to expose myself to protect myself. Before I got a chance to fire however the explosives detonated, and prematurly at that, unless the bomber had intended to end it all. The shock wave cracked the glass and threw me back into the command couch. I remained there, starring at the cracks forming in the glass untill a pair of pirates showed up, apparently to see if they could smash open the cockpit. I dispatched them both quickly trading two nickel rounds for two more corpses and a pair of holes in my ever weakening canopy.

Another loud crash sounded what I could only assume was another mech being downed, made more profound by the ever widening gaps between the sounds of mech weapons fire. Could we have been loosing to infantry? I threw off my cooling jacket and moved my knife from the ankle sheath and tucked it into my belt, then with my off hand I grabbed a second magazine. If I was going down, I was going down swinging.

As I readied for a grim final battle with pirates on a rock I had no wish to die on I couldn't help but think that this was supposed to be my safest job yet; an adminstrator in a big paramilitary corporation. The irony of dying in combat five light years short of a desk I was about to push papers over until I died seemed overpowering. My ruminations were replaced by readiness as I saw the net group who wanted to take a crack at killing me. Over a dozen pirates, all armed, climbed up onto the torso and slowly approached low and leading with two heavy shields that looked like large discarded shards of reactive armor. Thier rediculous approach was unneccary, I didn't even have the ammunition to kill them all if they stood in a line.

As I readied for what was certainly my final battle I was stunned when I saw a huge spray of blood and heard the scream of machine gun fire. My rescue was at the hands of none other than Crayven Marines. Thier armored suits seemed to glow with a dark aura as if to warn they were death incarnate, and to pirate scum they would prove to be. Thier huge shielded machine guns cut swaths of devastation in the crowds of raiders, at last bringing relief to my unit and drawing fire away from us. A familiar series of impacts sounded the cavalry's arrival, more Battlemechs had been deployed from the CSV Foundation. I couldn't see them unfortunatley, but from the weapons fire one thing was certain: they meant buisness.

The battle was brought to a swift close thanks to the reinforcments from Colonel Reese. I was outside of my mech within ten minutes, surveying the damage and enjoying a Cuban Pete cigar (a parting gift from the General). Those pirates had put up one hell of a fight, but a full lance of mechs and two squads of Crayven Marines and Crayven Jagers turned the tide.

I'd had it with backwater fights and two-bit bushwackers nearly costing me my life, once I got to Alpheratz I was staying.


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Major Richard Stryker
post Aug 18 2006, 03:24 PM
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"Recovery teams Alpha and Bravo, begin salvage operations. Technical Company Zulu, initiate rescue and repair procedures. All lances - move to Nav Omega and establish a defensive perimeter around the Foundation."

With a high whine, my BattleMech's ravaged fusion reactor wound down, signalling the end to an engagement we clearly had not been prepared for - it was a testament to their tactical finesse that Colonels Miyamoto and Reese had even managed to pull us through. The sheer amount of attrition incurred by the engagement would ordinarily have sent the company's top-level brass into an frenzy. But the rewards reaped by the operation's success far outweighed the likely cost of restoring the lost assets. Not only had the Overlord-class Foundation been recovered - intact - along with a great deal of its crew, but a far greater discovery which would ultimately revolutionize the company's balance of power and capabilities had also been made. The C.S.S. Astrid, the staggeringly powerful once-flagship of the Crayven Corporation which had been thought lost for over a century had been found, and the intelligence reports concerning the viability of its recovery and return to active duty were looking extremely promising. Preliminary analysis suggested that the ship had been soft-crashed onto the planet's surface for reasons that were yet to be understood, thereby preserving the majority of the vessel's critical systems. It would take several months to fully excavate the battlecruiser and effect sufficient repairs to allow the ship to return to Sheratan for a complete overhaul, during which time the current garrison, save for Colonel Miyamoto, would remain on site in order to ward off any further attacks. Scuttlebutt had it that the Colonel was soon to be departing for a high-level assignment on Alpheratz, the details of which had been kept under tight wraps by the board of directors. Though I was encouraged to see the company regaining its former strength, a chilling thought flashed across my mind.

With Miyamoto in the Outworlds...and Maxwell on maneuvers...that means I'll be answering to Caswell soon.

The concept was more than slightly concerning. I wondered what it would take to get reassigned to the Alpheratz project.


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post Aug 24 2006, 09:03 AM
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Days had passed since the combat operation was concluded, and the debriefing had been rigorous. Tactical just about threw a fit when nearly an entire lance was pushed to "crippled" status by infantry. The mountains of paperwork had been slowly worn down and now the two support dropships CSV Kastor and Pollux had arrived. The repairs would be arduous and I was glad to have pressing buisness elsewhere.

The crews on the Foundation had been long overdue for return to whatever homes and families remained after the start of the jihad of the WOB. The ship was bound for Alpheratz for priority repair at thier shipyard before return to Sheraton to rotate the personnel. It would be via the Foundation that I would arrive at my post.

It was about damn time that I hung up my neurohelemt and settled into some cushy, safe work. Better still I was in the very outermost reaches of the Inner Sphere where Blakists were rare. Aside from periodic reviews and regular reports I was going to be pretty much holding the reins out in the Alliance. Things were looking up indeed.

The time came at last, and as I first came aboard Colonel Reese's ship the last vestiges of combat obigations evaporated.


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