Battletech (IC)

[king.com]

Here is the thread, ill edit this post with the introduction as soon as i add the link to the OOC.

It is July 31, 3049. Geraspia celebates it mid-year celebrations of its visit from General Kerensky to fight off an invading rouge armada. This day was said to be the day of a new birth of Geraspia, of prosperity, growth and most importantly peace. The celebrations are focused on, like many yeas previous, the union of the Lyran Alliance and the Federated Suns. A new era of peace and prosperity between the two great house of Steiner and Davion. The people believe that this is the first step in rebuilding the great Star League. There are, as always those who have other plans.

Steiner military forces have quarantined the entire planet, shooting down any unauthorized ship trying to leave. A contagent has spread affecting 1 out of every 50 people result in disablities or even death. There is a cure but reuires many expensive synthesised biological components that can only be afforded by the rich and military forces, and of course, select others. Taking advantage of this disorder, a bandit force has sprung up and began to raid small, outlying military outposts. Not wanting to waste more money on yet more innaculations, the military has requisitioned several mercenery units to maintain order. The Kell Hounds, in or to honour their duty have launched a full company to assist and command the mercenary operation. Additional units have been launch to be placed under their temperory command.

"This is Hauptmann Verlos, move second lance to flanking positions, hit the LRM carriers and pull out."
"Pull out sir?"

A full lance of battlemechs put on a renewed burst of speed and then suddenly stopped and pulled a 180 turn sending a shower of dirt over infantry forces desperately trying to avoid the giant battle machines. Each fired their full payload of weapons obliterating the carriers but not before a return salvo of weapons fire riped through the air and nailed a Wasp chassis in the chest, breaking away what armour was left and hitting the fusion reactor. With an almighty thump, it struck the ground and exploded, showering shrapnel everywhere.

"Thats an order"

The remaining Steiner forces began a full retreat into the cavernous mountain region south of Omerta Base. Flicking a switch on his comm-set, Verlos began his message

"This is Hauptmann Verlos, Federated Commonwealth, 9th battlemech division to all Steiner forces, base Omerta has fallen to a well equipped and well supplied bandit force. I advise pulling out and not to reutrn unless significant forces are available to retake the base. Verlos, out"

With a sign he began to turn his mech around only to find a Jaegermech staring him down its autocannon barrels.

"My lucky day."

Before he could pull his hunchback out of the firing line, its upper torso was riped to shreads as the ejection pod exploded out of the mech, launching into the horizon.

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The spinning lights slowly began to fade away as the jumpship, completed its journey. Ripping through the very fabric of space so that it manipulated its faster than light transportation. The rocking and distortion also faded away and the crew of the Kell Hound Jumpship got to work immediately preparing for the release of its cargo, among which was the Union class Dropship: Viper, home and command centre to the Kolt's Kommandos mercenary company. The jets roared as the docking clamps were released and the plummet to the planet began. Although they were some way off, the briefing room was already beginning to fill up as the mechwarriors and vehicle commmanders arrived to prepared for their first operation.

OOC: Everyone show up in the briefing room and then we will begin the first briefing.

[Moechi_Vill]

A small black-haired young woman enters the room in the Wolf's Dragoon uniform, military boots, green eyes, well-done mostly straight hair with the organized wisps, standing at about 160.

"Zeissa present Sir..." she says, approaching Joe whom she was a few years familiar with and looking up at him with a smile of vague, albeit spaced, intimacy.

[king.com]

OOC: better point this out but we are Sponsored by Wolf's Dragoons not Kell Hounds, they are just in command of the current operation, or you could say you stole the uniform.

[Moechi_Vill]

OOC: better point this out but we are Sponsored by Wolf's Dragoons not Kell Hounds, they are just in command of the current operation, or you could say you stole the uniform.

OOC: Changed. I'm glad. Wolf's Dragoon is much kewler and neato and linguistically beautiful imho.

[Shishnarfne]

Sgt. Stefan Feldbaum, driver of the Pegasus Scout Tank in the unit, reports in... A slender, slight young man, with a slightly uneven gait resulting from a nasty accident, he is known as a bit of a risk-taker and a pretty fair pilot...

He prefers to wear as little formal insignia as possible, but tries to at least look like a vehicle pilot at all times...

"What news?" he asks somewhat sleepily.

[Miraqariftsky]

A much-bronzed, hard-faced lad bows over fisted hands to his commanding officer as he enters. "Good-a morrnig, sir", he forces through dry lips.

Staring blankly ahead, still somewhat sick from the hyperjump, Yoshioka Sakay unconsciously pats down his thick black-and-red DC jacket, assuring himself that the whisky flask, lucky coin pouch and laser pistol are still there. His thick black brows twitch slightly when he catches himself and he straightens up, but not without having palmed a coin into his hand and passing it from finger to finger without knowing it...

He sighs to himself, thinking, Old habits die hard... Training his eyes to the fore of the briefing table, he takes a deep breath and prepares to listen...

[Moechi_Vill]

Zeissa turns to smile diffusely at the others, greeting their presence.

[TheGreatJabu]

Matthew McGonnegal

With a sharp, professional gait, a man of average height and build marches into the room. The uniform he wears is of the cut and color of the Federated Commonwealth Armed Forces, but any unit insignia has, in typical mercenary fashion, has been ripped off and replaced with the emblem of his most recent employer, Wolf's Dragoons. His short auburn hair is brushed lazily back, not so much "spiking" as it is unwilling to truly lay down flat. He has a very light, sun-kissed tan; like a person who had been fair-complected his whole life, but had just in recent years been given much time outdoors. His face and eyes seem pleasant, but both carry an almost immature eagerness to them.

He strolls into the room and takes a place near the front of the briefing room. He doesn't speak to anyone upon his entry, but judging from his curious glances it isn't out of disinterest or apathy.

[RandomLunatic]

Lietenant Justin, the commander of the Kommados' vehicle lance, enters the room. Scars and burns on his face and heands bear mute testimony to the consequences of a life lived on a razor-sharp edge. The lighter clutched in his left hand hand betrays his anxiety, and the grease smear on the back of his neck, staining the collar of his Wolf's Dragoons uniform, betrays his previous activities.

What's up? he asks as he moves to take a seat.

[king.com]

Looking around at the variety of face before him, Harlon sighed. This bunch of misfits were truly what gave birth to a name: mercenary. The people together, from a variety of backgrounds and alligences, were united towards one cause, one goal, one dream, money.

"I don't want to strain this any hard than it has to be but it seems that the situation planetside just got ugly. Which means a contract was effectively covered in gravy and served on a silver platter. As of 0800 Wednesday (3 days ago), Base Omerta fell. Hauptmann Verlos sent out a message before his mech comm-signal failed. Our first operation will be based around retaking and holding the base along with many other secondary objectives."

He bent down over the tabled, opening a small glass lid and activating the holo-projection unit he had found at the lostech cache all those year ago. The screen rushes up and a clear blue sky appears. The image rushes along a coastline and enventually reaches a lush forest sorrunding a bowl of mountains and then Harlon presses another button and the image stops. He points at the bowl and it zooms in to reveal several industrial facilities.

"This is one of our secondary objectives. It was a mining facility but we believe the bandits are using it as a slaving mining operation. Here to the left the camp is the main road between the camp and Omerta. A convoy or two are moving constantly through the region and these will be our first target."

The movie continues to reaveal a heavily fortified military outpost obvious Omerta along with two roads leading out from it.

"Our primary objective is the base but that other road leads northwards. It has been spotted carrying weapons and supplies from wherever the bandits are located."

The footage then veers sharply left to travel over and heavy mountainous region and again it stops.

"That is where the survivers of the base are supposed to be held up. Bandit forces have been looking for them day and night but have not found them yet. Another of our secondary objectives."

He presses another button and the screen deactivates and rolls up.

"Our first mission is to hit the road between Omerta and the mining camp in preparation to hitting the camp itself. Enermy forces will mainly consist of infantry , mobile infantry and light vehicles, mainly J. Edgars, Harassers, galleons and Strikers, but to hit that base they must have had mechs. These were most likely Flea's and Wasp chassis. Stolen from the base includes a few Guardians, rare designs used for anti-infantry suppressing and also additional Wasps, Locusts, Stingers and even a few Commandos. The biggest threats are a Vulcan and a Clint, medium mechs captured by the bandits, but we don't know exactly what the military got out with and what was left behind."

He breathes in and looks around the room "Unfortunately this operation means we'll be on our own, no Kell Hound support. Any questions?"

[RandomLunatic]

Yes, I have several.
1: What are we doing for repair, rearmament, and refueling?
2: About how many enemy armored units are we dealing with total?
3: Do we know what is on those convoys that run from the mining camp to Omerta?

[Moechi_Vill]

"Negative Sir." Zeissa says, memorizing his message with mnomnic techniques after she finishes scribbling down her notes, underlining only one keyword to speak with him later on.
"I look forward to working with you again." she finishes, the murky look on her face turning into a brilliant smile for a short moment.

[TheGreatJabu]

Matthew McGonnegal

Having been in remarkably few actual combat situations, McGonnegal begins reflecting on some of his days back behind a desk in the HQ. Out of boredom, he'd frequently find himself running combat simulations on his computer. He speaks out with a slight Scottish accent. "Well lad, sounds like it's a standard beach head operation - having ****e for logistics kinda comes standard with it. We just have te keep a low profile; prevent tha bandits from I.D.ing us and staying mobile until we can establish a field HQ. With a tad bit of luck, they may suspect that the units we kill were lost to guerillas."

After a moment of thought, he thinks about the other questions posed by the rough-looking man. "Some Intel on tha mining convoys would be dandy, though. Me money says we'll have to get it ourselves, though."

[king.com]

Harlon nodded, understanding the necessesity of the questions.

"Well Lieutenant, the dropship should serve as a mobile field base for now, as I am fairly sure the bandits don't have anything that could bother it, but would prefer it remain on the ground as little as possible.

As to enemy strength in the area, i really cant say. Constant troop movement through the region has shifted the bandit forces from place to place. The best we can do is spot the enemy the days before the attack. In relation to the convoy, they are usually escorted by a few vehicles each, along with a battlemech, though from the looks of things, in poor condition and a low ranked pilot. Although that could change as the Steiner guerillas did hit one recently.

What is in those convoys is the most difficult question. We know for certain those heading towards the mine are either empty or carrying slave mines, usually accompanied by some light APC's and armed troops. As to what is taken from it, well i believe it is a wide array of weapons. The mine was created as a cache in case the base was taken, seems the bandits knew about it too. This gives me the suggestion that they had a traitor working for them but Steiner command denied it. Big surprise. The reason they are spreading their forces thin for this action gives makes me think that thee weapons are desperately needed, cutting the supply will hurt."

[Moechi_Vill]

"Joe, Sir... our operation may at some stage be leaked then depending on the level of potential infiltration and contact with Steiner operatives." Zeissa notifies him.

[Miraqariftsky]

OOC: ((Yo Moechi. Yo King. The commanding officer's name is Harlon Kolt, right? What's with the "Joe"? Moechi, if this was a mistake on your part, I'm sorry, but methinks it's something to 'ride on', IC. Hope you don't mind. If ya do, just feel free to PM me and I assure you, I'll remove the offending paragraphs))


IC: "Ahum-ahh... looks like we'll have to be extra careful with stray shots and... ahem... collateral damage", says Yoshi, chipping in and leaning back into the ratty leather of the briefing-room chair.

"We don't want to kill any innocent slaves nor blow up ammo stores and weapons caches now, do we? Ah... do we have salvage rights on this op, eh, chief?" he continues, his mind already racing with the possible profits... "Speaking of salvage, do you want us to hold back or not during engagements? Yep, as in do you want us to take the enemy out as quickly and efficiently as possible or do you want us to hold out for leg-shots and headshots?"

Suddenly, something clicks as he listens to Zeissa's input... Why, by all the kami does she keep on calling the chief 'Joe' when he's actually Harlon Kolt? Yoshioka's gaze narrows as he brings steepled hands to his face and places his chin on the thumbs thoughtfully, leaning on the main table as he does so. Huh, and she talks of infiltration... something doesn't seem right here...

Sakay then pulls back into his seat, swiveling it a bit so that both chief Kolt and the enigmatic Zeissa are in the middle of his field of view. His right hand makes an elaborate and flamboyant show of flipping the copper coin end over end, palming, fingering and fisting it over and over. His eyes drift for the slightest instant to the faces of the coin as they flash in the well-lit dropship cabin. On one side is the face of ShogunTheodore Kurita and on the other side is the black-and-red snarling dragon insignia of the Draconis Combine. Damned highborn bastards, chucking me out of the Academy... hellsteeth, lookit these bloody poor folk... is there anyplace in the damned galaxy without... ugh...

Summer grasses,
Of brave warriors dreams,
The afterglow...

Thus had the great Buson written over a thousand years ago. And where are we now? It's still the same old wheel of suffering and death... its axle greased with the blood of the slain. What can one do in the face of man's evil nature? Nothing but try and live on as best one could... bah!

Meanwhile, his left hand has passed beneath the table and is behind his back, nervously stroking the rag-wrapped handle of the kunai he had tucked into his belt that morning. Damnit Yoshi. Stop that. This isn't the yakuza... these are better folk... if there are better folk amongst these money-grubbing ronin. And by the kami! One, she's a woman; two, you don't have proof; three, if there is one shugenja amongst us, there are bound to be more--- I'll need some proper planning and preparations; and four, um... damn, she's hot...

Curse me! THAT'S why you're stuck with that kamikaze-crazy COM-2D instead of the spiffy new Jenner! You kept ogling Boss Hinchiro's daughter and LOST the shogi match, taking the money out of your hands! Yeah, then there was the second-hand Panther Sensei Kurayama was offering but noooo, I just had to bow that much longer... ahem. Longer.

Ahhh, whaddheck...

Moaning frustratedly, he palms the coin and, while seeming to stretch his arms, slips it back into his breast pocket. Rubbing his temples to ease back the migraine of his failures, he runs his hands through his grimy black hair then looks up at the chief...

"You implied the presence of infantry, chief..." he says, straightening again and leaning back, his left hand fisted and on the table, his right open and stroking his long, scraggly mustaches. "From what I remember back at Sun Zhang, there are only three kinds of infantry responses to battlemech assault. There are those who stand and fight and die stupidly; there are those who flee and stab you in the back with guerrilla tactics and there are those who surrender. What's our policy regarding the third kind, sir?"

[Shishnarfne]

Sgt. Feldbaum looks up eagerly, "Only one question: When do we start? "
Well, to be back in battle... I almost miss the thrills... It'll be me and my unit against them, and only one of us coming out... Maybe in a few months, I'll get tired of this, but for now, it's been a couple years, and I'm eager to see if I've still got it. It's time to roll the dice and see just how they come out... J. Edgar's are gonna be a bit faster than most of us, but I oughta be able to take 'em. Maybe I'll even get a shot at taking out a 'Mech.
Sgt. Feldbaum appears a bit excited, having been away from battle for awhile... but looks to his superior officers, as though awaiting a decision.

[Moechi_Vill]

((I didn't quite get it, but hi. Good to see you well. Didn't quite understand what was wrong about calling him Joe though. Oh he's 'Harlon Kolt'. I read the Joe part, maybe it is his nickname.))

Zeissa reacts a little bit at the initial questions regarding slaves, looking mildly more awake, surprised. Her body posture leans slightly towards Yoshi.. deep green eyes looking him over. Then she blanks, thinking slowly over a few items; thoughts shatter in midair when he once again speaks.
With a small amount of content Zeissa waits for Kolt's answer, to listen to his reply centered on realism and individual case basis.

[RandomLunatic]

Well, how about an OOB for Omerta? That oughta at least give us a starting point.

[TheGreatJabu]

Matthew McGonnegal

Well, how about an OOB for Omerta? That oughta at least give us a starting point.

McGonnegal runs a hand back through his hair and answers a bit sheepishly. "Well, a pint on me if I be mistaken, but I cannae imagine we know much more than what's been told. We got no way of knowing anythan' about the bandits' leadership or training - it's not like their House units with books on their history. We've nary in the way of satellite recon, so our BirdBoys will have to find out their dispositions, and we're sure to find out more when we can get word from the slaves or our...the Lyran resisters. The sooner we could meet up with them, the better off we'll be, says I. There's no beating first-hand intel on the enemy."

[RandomLunatic]

Under the table, the lighter rolls over in Justin's hand as he turns to face the Lyran.

And that is precisely why we should get the Omerta OOB-in such a absence of information, anything at all is helpful.

Remember the counsel of Sun-Tzu-no, not Liao, the other one-'Know thy enemy and know thyself, and in a thousand battles you shall never be in peril'.

And then, maybe it is a trick of the light, but maybe it is a maniacal gleam in the Lieutenant's green eyes as he continues with a broad smile.

'Sides, I need to know how many Infernos I gotta pack.

[king.com]

Harlon nodded as each question was asked, wishing he could give more information.

"I hate to say it but.. we are the first orginized force to engage them, we have no idea how they suddenly sprung up out of nowhere and shattered a Lyran contingent. When we make an entrance, we are to report what we find, hopefully so the other mercs don't run into the same trouble as we sure will..We better get ready to hit that convoy, ETA: 4 hours before touchdown, ready up and be prepared to move out as soon as we touch ground. I hate to do this but we go in relatively blind, so remember, eyes open and one hand on the trigger. Move Out!"

Leading the way out of the briefing room he made sure of final preparations for the touchdown. Checking out the techs and inspecting the mechs, advising any last changes as the dropship began shuttering through the atmosphere.

[Miraqariftsky]

Hearing the lieutenant quote the eternal words of General Sun Tzu of ancient Terra, Yoshioka groans inwardly then sighs out loud. Another coin seeming to appear out of nowhere in his palm, he flips it through the air and then slaps it onto the table, saying with a sly smile, "Black Dragon says we'll be needing every one of your Infernos, Lieutenant... and more besides..."

He then removes his hand and breaks into a great grin as he sees the black-and-red dragon insignia on the coin roar up at him, menacingly affirming his ill-worded prophecy. Well I'll be... I win a bet, albeit with myself... but it's still an ill omen. Damn.

[RandomLunatic]

Justin returns Yoshi's grin as he regards the coin.

Well then, guess I can't ignore a sign like that now, can I? If ya guys will excuse me, I've got some missiles to load.

And he gets up and leaves, first to his room to change, and then to the Viper's vehicle bay, to see to some last-minute work on his hovertank.

[Moechi_Vill]

Move Out!"

Leading the way out of the briefing room he made sure of final preparations for the touchdown. Checking out the techs and inspecting the mechs, advising any last changes as the dropship began shuttering through the atmosphere.

Following Harlon and the team down the mechbay Zeissa diverts off with her chief, her small arms, survival pack and sundry items already stacked inside her mechanical suit. "Gott Segnet uns." she calls to Yoshi.

Later, once he's finished briefing the wrenches she poses Joe with a question. "Würde es, überhaupt möglich sein, das unmittelbare Gebiet zu scannen, das unseren LZ mit Sensoren vor der Landung umgibt?" she touches his hand, squeezing it a bit to emphasize her concern then letting it go. "Ich... weiß, dass das ein bisschen stumm ist, aber ich bin nervös." she shrugs nonchalantly, smiling at him, the trust in him evident.

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God bless us.

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Would it at all be possible to scan the immediate area surrounding our LZ with sensors before landing?
I... know it's a bit dumb (to suggest this to you), but I'm nervous.

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May I modify my character to having German as a language?

[Shishnarfne]

Sgt. Feldbaum hurries over to the vehicle bay and addresses any techs, "Thanks for getting my ride in decent shape... I'll try not to chip the paint too badly while I'm out. "

And it's once more into the fray... I miss this and yet there's something to be said for jobs where the definition of a hazardous mission does not include hostile machine gun fire as a "low-risk" element... Maybe I can convince some of the folks here to start up a card game when we get back... Or maybe I won't be feeling so lucky then...
Sgt. Feldbaum visibly shakes his head, walks over to his Pegasus hoverscout, and manually exams the surface...
A good ride... and hopefully a safe one today. We've got some bandits to take down a peg or three.

[TheGreatJabu]

Matthew McGonnegal

When dismissed from the briefing room, McGonnegal practically races out the door in his own excitement. Sure, he's simulated and studied hundreds of hot drops into enemy territory, but this was going to be the first time he'd actually BEEN in one. Back to his bunk in a flash, he quickly squirms out of his jumpsuit and slips on the (uncomfortably) small shorts and tank top that the heat of his BattleMech requires. That dannae mean I have to like them, he thinks to himself as he tugs at them awkwardly. He slings his cooling vest (the life-saver of MechWarriors everywhere) over his broad shoulders and begins heading down to the MechBay.

The sheer size and grandeur of a MechBay never ceased to give Matthew pause. The towering metal giants, the machines of war that have dominated the galaxy for centuries, always gave him a reverant chill. When standing there, idle, they reminded him of gargantuan-sized suits of armor, like the ones he'd seen in museums, the academy, and the homes of his more-affluent prep school friends. They stood there in their silent vigil, waiting for their time to march forth into battle.

That time was now.

Matthew wasn't particularly fond of the blue-and-gold color scheme that the Wolf's Dragoons favored on their 'Mechs. Fortunately, since Kolt's Kommandos was more of a subcontractor for the legendary merc unit, their rules for design and decor were a bit more flexible. His Javelin retained its rich burgundy tone, but now featured gold stripes and trim to identify him as an affiliate of the Dragoons. The Scot whistled in wonder, and congratulated the Techs nearby. "She's a real beaut, lads. I'll be a gentleman - you cannae be too careful with one this lovely." With that, he climbed up the maintenance scaffolding and slipped into the rear cockpit hatch. After getting settled into the command couch, he plugs in his cooling vest, starts up a diagnostic, and opens the Comm to the rest of the team.

++So lads, I dannae reckon we've been introduced properly. Matthew McGonnegal. If the moniker escapes you in the heat of battle, just call me 'Spright'.++

[king.com]

Harlon Kolt

Watching over the mech bay gave him that same thrill everytime. The fusion engines powering up, the crabbling of techs making every last minute adjustments to cover their arses in case something should go wrong. Lowering the neurohelmet, he suddenly felt the weight on his shoulders and repositioned himself to manage it better. Loading systems up one by one he activated comms.

"Alright, techs tell me we hit ground in a few minutes, finish up those power-ups and move out the second the bay doors open up. Sensors give us clear scope on the ground but who knows if we were spotted or not. By the way, callsigns Fang."

Just as he was finishing, the dropship slowed down with sickening force, shacking everything not already strapped down and even rattling the mechs. Coolant could be heard rushing through to the engines and servo motors suddenly activated. A wide beam of sunlight exploded into the mech bay, blind all but the mech pilots, safe in their cockpits. A sudden thunk of the bay doors hitting ground woke everybody out of their stupor.

The mechs led the way through onto the blasted surface below.

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Minutes later the mechs and vehicles were in position. The Hovercraft and Sniper teams on the left side of the road and the Scrappers on the other.

"Alright everyone, we power down for now but remember to leave comms online, dont send a message but bird-dog (company's VTOL) will contact us when the convoy approaches, she's mounted with some advance sensors and can relay that data to all of us."

Minutes pass, the heat, even in a shutdown mech can stifle most people. The sudden activation the mech's primary functions suddenly shot you into action.

"This is bird-dog, hotspot is inbound, ready up, i repeat, hotshot is inbound, going radio silent"

The warning was clear and the rumble of truck engines were just over the ridge line supported by the clear thumping of battlemech movement.

"Alright, this it people, hovercrafts, break in hard and fast and try and force the cargo trucks to pull away, snipers support their actions, scrapper, hit the mechs hard and fast, focus on the wasp first but first at the other vehicles when possible to take the pressure off the hovies. Lets hit it!"

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Wolfhound WLF-1: 11
Javelin JVN-10F: 8
Commando COM-2D: 7
Valkyrie VLK-QA: 4
Pegasus Scout Hover Tank: 12
Scimitar Medium Hover Tank: 2
J.Edgar Light Hover Tank: 9
Saracen Medium Hover Tank: 3

Guardian GRD-1N: 8
Wasp WSP-1A: 11
Galleon Light Tank GL-200: 11
Galleon Light Tank GL-200 #2: 3
Galleon Light Tank GL-200 #3: 9
Galleon Light Tank GL-200 #4: 2
J.Edgar Light Hover Tank: 11
Harasser Missile Platform: 7

Dice Roll: here

Round 1:

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Galleon Light Tank GL-200 #4 (At Rear of column)
Scimitar Medium Hover Tank
Galleon Light Tank GL-200 #2(At Front of column)
Saracen Medium Hover Tank
Valkyrie VLK-QA
Harasser Missile Platform (At Rear of column)
Guardian GRD-1N (At Front of column)
Javelin JVN-10F
Galleon Light Tank GL-200 #3 (At Rear of column)
J.Edgar Light Hover Tank
J.Edgar Light Hover Tank (At Front of column)
Wasp WSP-1A (At Rear of column)
Galleon Light Tank GL-200 (At Front of column)
Wolfhound WLF-1
Pegasus Scout Hover Tank

Galleon Light Tank GL-200 #4 Actions:

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The rapid powerups of various mechs around the convoy sshocked most the crew. The most they had fought so far were scattered bunches of guerillas after the main force took the base. The tank commander did what he could to break the column, holding his own tank while the front half continued on route, killing much of the hope they had to defend the force. Without significant targets available he held ground, for now.

EDIT: Wish i could give a map but OOC tells why. Also blue is us red is them.

Eureka a map! A bit rushed but oh well.

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EDIT: Changed map to add in facing direction

[Moechi_Vill]

"Roger." Zeissa answers, and starts targeting.
Her mech starts moving when the powerup finishes, maneuvering quickly towards a defensible position

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(a (roadside) ditch, a dirt mound, small trees, boulders, other vehicles (allied scrappers, no point in two being in the open in her opinion unless there are splash weapons)), etc.)

and simultaneously firing its medium laser at forward Galleon Light Tank GL-200 #2.

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I prefer to let the GM roll, please. Thank you. I'm less familiar with the actual gameplay as our PBP sessions never got into a campaign properly, but I can roll my own actions if you want.

[TheGreatJabu]

Spright

Initiative: 8
Heat: 0

When the order to move out has been given, Matthew nervously smiles to himself. "Ach, I was just getting comfortable in here," he mutters to himself. A quick pull on the throttle has his BattleMech's fusion reactor running at full power once again, and a sharp stomp on the pedals at his feet sends the burning fury of that miniature star firing out of several jets on the backside of the Javelin's torso. His 'Mech lifts into the sky and sails forward in a slow turn. When he finally touches down again, he has spun his Mech in mid-air to face the east. As the heat is already beginning to spike inside his cockpit, he lines up the enemy Wasp for a shot. At least he'll feel this more than I will. Two ruby beams blaze out from the BattleMech's torso.

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OOC:
Move phase: Activate Jump Jets - move 6 hexes to 0412, my facing will be southeast
Shooting phase: 2 medium lasers targetting the Wasp (if he's still in my firing arc when the time comes - if he isn't, I'll take the closest attack I can get)
Physical phase: I'll take punches if anything is dumb enough to get in range. I'll pass on any kicks this round, though.
Heat phase: Heat goes up 12, heatsinks dissipate 12. Net gain: 0!