Battletech (IC)

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Guardian GRD-1N Actions

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The make believe pilot was angry. He was also shocked. He had facing down infantry before, that was his job. In the rougher fights he had engaged light vehicles but this...These were mechs, he was supposed to be their equal wasnt he? WASNT HE?

Movement: rotates to face Pegasus
Firing: Fires machine gun X3
1 hits pegasus, takes 2 damage to FR, 24 Armour remaining

Flea FLE-15 Actions:

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The approval of his commander was all he needed. He was the main combat unit of his lance. He was piloting the most powerful machine they could muster. He would do his job.

Movement: To 0804, facing southwest
Firing: Medium Laser at Saracen, hits, takes 5 damage to RR, 19 Armour remaining
Medium Laser, miss
Machine Gun, miss
Macine Gun, hits, takes 2 damage to RR, 17 armour remaining

Harlon

With the rear guard of the convoy defeat it was time to finish the frontline and face the rear threat. A second convoy, that was a real spanner in the works, guess the only thing to do was to take it out and make it their problem!

"All right Kommandos! I want fire support and hovercrafts focusing on the flea, take out before it can get close and really cause the damage! Scrappers, with me, were going to break this convoy and hit the next one head on!"

Wolfhound WLF-1 Actions:

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Movement: To 1011

Firing: At Galleon
Medium Laser, hits, takes 5 damage to RR, 9 armour remaining
Medium Laser, hits, takes 5 damage to RR, 5 armour remaining
Medium Laser, hits, takes 5 damage to TU, armour destroyed, 2 internal structure remaining.

Heat: Raise 10, Sinks 10, 1 heat remaining.

[Moechi_Vill]

"Roger Harlon. Changing targets." her voice crackles shortly over the intercom.
Zeissa turns her Valkyrie to face the Flea.

[TheGreatJabu]

Spright

As the ruby lances melt away inches of armor plating from the surface of the tank, the Javelin's crashing fist slams deep into the side of the vehicle, completely disabling the machine. His sensors had barely begun to ping new contacts when Bird-Dog's transmission came through. Just bonnie - seems as though we have a few party crashers. With Harlon's orders, McGonnegal sets his sights on the battered Guardian. A stomp on his pedals again ignites the jump jets on his BattleMech, venting fiery plasma out as he lifts into the air. He glides over to the northern side of the hill and settles down facing the enemy.

++Sorry, lad, but we're in a hurry.++ Matthew feels the heat like a wallop as he unleashes fire from all four of his weapons. The refreshing surge through his cooling vest is all that stands between him and a heat stroke.

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Simple action: Activate jump jets - move 5 hexes to 0709, facing southeast
Simple action: Fire all four medium lasers at the Guardian

Heat phase: Generates 17 heat, sinks 12 heat. Now at 5 heat

[RandomLunatic]

Saracen Medium Hovertank

The crew quickly shifted into forward gear as the Flea bore down on the tank, gouging away rear armor with lances of coherent light and heavy machine gun bullets. The Major's order was superflous as the crew was already acquiring a new target for the Saracen's missiles. Instead of bolting away, the tank swung around hard at medium range, presenting the suprised MechWarrior with a full view of all of its missile tubes for the briefest of instants before they belched smoke and fire as the deadly warheads raced out.

The missiles fly true, exacting retribution for the damage to the rear armor and then some-the machine's left flank is exposed to the elements by a well-placed cluster of LRMs, two other missiles cost the 'Mech half of the armor protecting its fusion heart, one worries armor from the left leg, and three more land around it. The final insult is a single missile exploding on the viewscreen-while failing to penetrate, it gives the pilot a good shaking.

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Incidental: Cruise F3/R/F1/RR/F1, 8 MP, 5 Hexes, TMM +2, ending 0307/2.

Simple: Fire LRM-10, 3xSRM-2 at the Flea, TH 8 for all.

To-Hit Rolls on Flea-LRM, SRM, SRM, SRM (2d6=8, 2d6=9, 2d6=5, 2d6=8)

LRM and 2xSRM-2 hit-not bad.

Missile Hits:

Missile hits on Flea-LRM, SRM, SRM (2d6=8, 2d6=8, 2d6=6)

6 LRMs, 3 SRMs. Groupings of 5, 1, 2, 2, 2.

Hit Locations (Front Table)

Hit Locations on Flea-5, 1, 2, 2, 2 (2d6=8, 2d6=12, 2d6=2, 2d6=9, 2d6=7)

Sweetness!

5 Damage to LT. Armor destroyed.
1 Damage to HD. 4 armor left.
<MechWarrior takes 1 damage.>
2 damage to CT (Critical). 6 armor left.
Critical hit on Flea-CT (2d6=4)-No crits.
2 damage to LL. 2 armor left.
2 damage to CT. 4 armor left.

And now the pilot needs a conciousness roll, unless he has MW3 stats (due to your less-than-subtle hints that this is a major NPC here), in which case he takes 2d6*0 damage, type M. This needs to be resolved before the Pegasus moves.

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Javelin JVN-10F Actions

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Movement: To 0709, facing southeast
Firing:
Medium Laser at Guardian GRD-1N, hits, takes 5 damage to LA, Armour destroyed, 1 Internal Structure remaining
<<<CRITICAL HIT>>> on Lower Arm
<<<CRITICAL HIT>>> on Upper Arm
Medium Laser, hits, takes 5 damage to LA <<<SECTION DESTROYED>>>, 4 damage transfers to LT, 2 Armour remaining
Medium Laser, miss
Medium Laser, hits, takes 5 damage to LT, Armour destroyed, 1 Internal Structure remaining

Flea pilot rolls: 8
Desperate to try and hold onto the flea, the damage of the inside of cockpit cuts and slices into the mechwarrior. His ears ringing and head thumping from the impact of the missiles, all he can do is keep the mech standing. Slowly the blood began to leak out of his neurohelmet and his eyes closed.

Pilot unconcious, mech immobilised!

[Shishnarfne]

Pegasus Hoverscout:

Sgt. Feldbaum spins his hovercraft around to face the new threat, starting to close on the inbound Flea... (flank to 0904 facing North), and releasing a blast from his medium laser, together with a pair of missile salvos from the SRM 6's...

"How much more of this? I don't want to run out of ammo!"

(On the Scimitar's turn it will perform a similar wheel and fire...)

[TheGreatJabu]

Spright

Despite the surging heat in his cockpit, Matthew replies warmly.

++We're finished right about the time there's no hostiles left moving, I imagine. Besides, be positive, lad; each bastard we frag today is one less te have te worry about on the morrow!++

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Pegasus Scout Hover Tank Actions:

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Movement: To 0904
Firing: SRM 6 at Flea FLE-15, 4 missiles hit
takes 2 damage to CT, 1 Armour remaining
takes 2 damage to LT, 1 armour remaining
takes 2 damage to LT, Armour destroyed, 4 Internal structure remaining
takes 2 damage to LL, Armour destroyed
SRM 6, 2 missiles hit
takes 2 damage to LT, 2 internal structure remaining
<<<Critical hit>>> on HEAT SINK
takes 2 damage to LT, system destroyed
Cant fire medium laser, not facing target.

Commando COM-2D Actions:

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Movement: To 1404, convoy follows.
Firing: None

[Miraqariftsky]

Fire, shrapnel and dust fly in seemingly decisive intervals from beyond the broken bluffs of the ridge. Yoshi leaps over the powered-down Wasp and halts at the cliffs' bend just as the communique from Birdog comes in through a cracking Coventry comms set.

Banging his fist on one of the nearby screens, Yoshi snorts in scorn as the image finally comes into focus. Apparently, two more bandit mechs had entered the fray but one was just as swiftly taken out while another convoy was making its slow way into the valley of death.

Tapping his neurohelmet, he zooms in on two hulks of smoking metal in the distance. One is... apparently... some strange new battlemech which his computer identifies as a "Flea" and opposite its blasted cockpit is the slightly battered Komandos' Saracen hovertank.

"Yo Burnout, great work, man!" he yells into his comms set, hoping that his shouting would overcome the unit's slowly increasing amount of static...

Looking to the right, he spies the staggering Guardian, its left torso blasted away and the myomers on its legs bleeding oil and coolant. Here's mopping up, yo..., he thinks as he then charges down the slope and lashes out with a one-two punch with both fierce fists that stop short of impact and unleash a barrage of fire at point blank range. Hardly has the smoke cleared than he tucks both arms back into Horse Stance and he lashes out in a vicious kick.

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Actions:
Run to 0711.
Fire at Guardian with SRM-4 and MLAS.
Kick at Guardian.

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Commando COM-2D Actions:

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Movement: To o711
Firing: Medium Laser at Guardian GRD-1N, hits, takes 5 damage to LT, <<<SECTION DESTROYED>>> ,damage transfers to CT, 2 Armour remaining
SRM 4, 3 missiles hit,
takes 2 damage to CT, Armour destroyed
takes 2 damage to LT, damage transfers to CT, 1 internal structure remaining
takes 2 damage to CT, mech destroyed!
Physical: Kick, hits LL, smackage on a downed mech :(

Galleon Light Tank GL-200 Actions:

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At the overwhelming forces beginning to surround their crippled vehicle, the wisest choice of action was to bail out. Hatchs were blown as the crew scampered to get away from the melting hulk of metal that was their tank. Mercy was the best course for survival.

Scimitar Medium Hover Tank Actions:

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Movement: 0510, facing north

[Moechi_Vill]

Zeissa pilots her mech forward from her defensive position, training her targeting computers at the fleeing convoy and firing off a warning shot at the road half a click ahead of the lead vehicle, immolating the tarmac with hot laser.

[RandomLunatic]

Burnout, J. Edgar Light Hovertank

Justin was about to lay waste to the Guardian's inviting backside when the computer beeped for his attention as the Biddog's update flowed in. New icons appeared in the bar running across the top of his HUD, compressing a full 360 degrees of view into a managable 160-by the symbols, he could tell two light 'Mechs, two light tracks, and two non-combatant vehicles had entered the fray from the North. He turned away from the Guardian and started negotiating his way down the escaprment in search of something more worth killing.

"I want fire support and hovercrafts focusing on the Flea, take out before it can get close and really cause the damage!

The Major's order caught Justin by surprise-he was already angeling to take the fight to the Commando, which he judged the bigger threat than the Flea, which was best for COIN work and not slugging it out with enemy 'Mechs. The Flea sir? As ordered... trying and failing to keep the confusion in his voice from bleeding over the airwaves.

He selected the Flea as his new target, even as it disappeared under a shower of explosions as his two lancemates plastered it from ahead and behind with missiles. When the last fireballs had died away, the enemy 'Mech was still, its left side in tatters, but upright nevertheless. Good, there's something left for me after all.

He brought the throttle up as the tank reached the flat plain, while centering the reticle on a missile-weakend spot of armor on the enemy 'Mech's left thigh. He swung the hovercraft to the right to give himself a shot on the tattered rear armor, and then fired.

The laser struck true, coring thorugh what little was left of the armor before slicing into myomer psuedo-muscle and then the 'Mech's foamed-titanium skeleton. The left thigh glowed white-hot for a couple of moments as the laser's hellish energies played over it, and then gave way, causing the 'Mech to fall.

The missiles, seeking the heat of the reactor, flew higher, plowing into the wreckage of the left side. Two detonated mostly harmlessly in the already-ruined flank, but the other half exploded into tongues of flame reaching for the 'Mech's heart. One destroyed the 'Mech's flamer, and the other blasted through the 'Mech's gyro casing, destroying one of the seneitive intruments in the process, on its way to the fusion core, where it ate at the shielding contaning the nuclear energies that gave the 'Mech life.

He swerved away from the falling hulk and spared the situation display another look-aside from the mangled Flea, only the Commando, the two APCs, and the trucks remained. Damn.

Sir, tell them to give up. They ain't got a prayer of winning this, he urges his commander, as he swings around towards the the rear of the last remaining enemy forces, just in case they are not so reasonable.

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Simple: Flank RR/F8/R/F1, 17 MP, 9 hexes, TMM +3, ending 1002/2.

Incidental: Rotate turret to 4.

Simple: Fire ML, 2xSRM-2 at Flea. ML is being aimed at the LL, and all weapons need 1s-e.g. autohit.

Aimed shot confirmation (2d6=7)

Confirmed!

Missile hits
SRM hits on Flea (2d6=4, 2d6=7)

Two SRMs. Groups of 5, 2, 2.

Hit Locations (Rear table)
SRM hits on Flea (2d6=4, 2d6=7)
5 damage to LL. <<SECTION DESTROYED>>
2 damage to LA. 2 damage transfers to LTR, transfers to CTR.
2 damage to CTR. Armor destroyed, 5 internals left.
Critical hit on Flea CT (2d6=8) =1 crit.
Crit on Flea CT-upper/lower, slot (1d2=2, 1d6=5)
<<CRITICAL HIT>> to Flamer. (Phew!)
2 damage to CTR. 3 internals left.
Critical hits on CT= (2d6=10) =2 crits.
Critical hits on CT-upper/lower, slot: (1d2=1, 1d6=1, 1d2=2, 1d6=5)
Reroll of Critical Hit-upper/lower, slot (1d2=1, 1d5=5)
<<CRITICAL HIT>> on Engine.
<<CRITICAL HIT>> on Gyro.

Well, it is going to fall, so two more damage to the 'Mech, plus more pilot damage. Ouch. I almost feel bad about this.

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Valkyrie VLK-QA Actions:

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The Valkyrie begins to move in but before it even has a chance to finis preping its missile salvo, the remaining commando powers down. The bandit forces get out of their vehicles surrenduring. One even has the initiative to unlock the prison cells, perhaps hoping to gain favour with his captors.

The Kommandos gather around the collection of trucks, along with the few transports that had recently unloaded from their dropship. The flea, with severe damage and the commando came as clean salvage, while the parts of the flea and various of the light tanks could be scrapped and taken onboard.

"Well done Kommandos, lets head home, we got some serious supplies, and a good opportunity for intel. Most of the prisoners we are letting go, the officers and mechwarriors are comming with us. Lets find out who these guys really are."

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The briefing room was packet with people, well rested, most of them. Major Kolt has that same tired look he always has, while Lt. 'Burnout', looked surprisingly tired. Undoubtedly they had spent the night 'interviewing' their prisoners. The meeting was called, because the information was gathered and prepared.

[Moechi_Vill]

Zeissa is there, hands behind her back at ease and looking well rested.
She approaches Kolt slowly, asking him a question right before the main briefing: "This OP, you want me to maintain a moderately aggressive independent and responsive stance?" She also notes his wearout. "I am available to assist in future debriefing of captured personnel and secretarial tasks (like bringing you coffee or giving you a backrub or checking the balance on the salvage spreadsheet)."

[TheGreatJabu]

Matthew McGonnegal

Matthew came walking into the meeting in the morning, looking a bit worn-out but cheerful. After returning from what was essentially his first successful offensive, he had spent the remainder of the evening celebrating with anyone and everyone within 20 feet of his current drink. When the morning comes, his bloodshot eyes and drooping shoulders don't diminish the beaming smile on his face.

"G'marning, sirs. I look forward to hearing who the hell we're up against in the brief. Now if you dinnae mind, I'll just have me a sit 'til the meeting starts."

With that, he takes a seat against the wall and leans up against it, waiting until the briefing begins.

[Miraqariftsky]

Yoshioka Sakay stumbles into the briefing room with his face flushed scarlet and his eyes bloodshot. Clad in his stained and weathered DCMS black-and-red leather jacket and with his right hand clutching a half-full brandy bottle while his left holding a kunai unsteadily, he presents--- literally, a spitting image of the paragon of Legion of Vega delinquency.

Tripping over the room's threshold, he grabs a support rail and pants for breath, the jacket parting ever so slightly to reveal the lasgun holstered within. A cold and cunning gleam glitters in his beady eyes, betraying the steely serpent's resolve beneath the swaying grasses of a debauched demeanour.

He bows to the two superior officers but overextends himself and falls, nearly sprawling all over the floor. Catching himself on a nearby ledge with his blade, he stumbles a couple more steps and then sheathes it deftly, despite his apparent drunkenness.

Spotting McGonnegal, Yoshi slams himself into the chair opposite him and slides the brandy bottle to the officer, saying, "Yer shloppy, sher. Naoh only ye leaf yer drinksh, yer twosh ladeesh at the bar came ta me fer comfet arret yer ill-treating ob deeem, sah..."

[TheGreatJabu]

Matthew McGonnegal

Matthew smiled as an eyebrow reflexively raised up at Yoshioka. Simply remembering brief parts of the night before reminded him of how tired he was, and a hand reached up to gently rub his closed eyelids. "Well, friend, I was trying to do you a favor. By my figuring, I wasn't sure if just one woman could keep you under control!" When offered the bottle he tentatively accepted, but set it down on a seat next to him instead. "Eh...perhaps later. We're deployed, so there's no telling when we'll next go into battle. Until we've secured the planet I'm trying to limit the revelry to just a few hours; you might'nt want to consider a similar approach, Yoshioka."

[RandomLunatic]

Justin sits at the table, one hand tapping at the noteputer sitting in front of him, and the other clutching his drink-a large, steaming mug of black coffee. He barely manages to offer a Mornin' to to McGonnegal.

Yoshi's entrance, however, is noisy enough to tear his attention away from the noteputer. He manages a weak grin at the antics of the drunken Drac. Rubbing his hand in his eyes, and then running it through his short black hair, which is as dirty and disheveled-looking as his uniform, he asks nobody in particular, Somebody remind me why I accepted this commission, as he fingers the rank insignia on his shoulder.

Fixing engines is a lot easier than fixing attitudes, he decides as he takes another long swig of his drink and goes back to his notes.

[Miraqariftsky]

Suddenly, Yoshi's jaw drops in shock at McGonnegal's proposal and he reels back as if struck by a blow. Shaking his head vehemently, the redness inexplicably flees his face and eyes as he says almost frantically, "No-no-no-no, sir! That bottle was yours--- 'twould be extremely bad luck to not take it back... And yessir, I don't usually get this drunk, sir... 'pologies..."

Damned traditions! Might've blown my cover! By the Kami, I hope not... that Zeissa should be thoroughly investigated--- she kept referring to the Major as "Joe", is very quiet and hardly participated in the fight... I smell some mischief afoot...

Spotting Justin, he bows to him and says, "Kunichiwa, Chu-i Justin. My compliments on your work on the Guardian and the Flea... 'twas your crews, if I'm not mistaken...? Impressive work, 'twas..."

Bowing to Major Kolt, deeper, this time, he says, "My abject apologies, sir. Sorry for coring the Guardian and losing the salvage. It seems I was overeager..."

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Harlon

Finally bringing himself up to his full hieght, Harlon stares out at his command. Thinking that they might get a little restless unless he actually recognised they were in the room. His brown hair, and recently his matching stubble were equally iritating but like any good commander, he knew his people were much worse. He towered above most of them, a quality he never devalued, as it had come in hady wheneve intimidation was useful. Although not particularly muscle-bound, he was fit enough to keep up withthe best.

"Alright. Guess we proved we can get the job done. Kell Hound command still doesnt have much respect for us so thankfully we dont have to answer to them on a regular basis. The problem for them is were the only unit that has engaged so far, so they have to rely on use. I'll explain in a minute."

"First order of business is our new recruitment. Enough of the prisoners were pissed off, so they signed up for a chance of revenge. The Lt. has the list if you want more information."

"Second, i believe the bandits may have some access to lostech equipment. Dont ask me how but i indend to find out. Its not much equipment bu the flea we salvage had traces of it. Also, techs beleive the flea and the commando can be back in action soon, if anyone want to call these mechs for the missions to come, speak up now or we send them to the market."

"Third, and heres the big one. We have a priority target presented to us. Our interview proces revealed the reason behind the two battlemech per convoy. A mobile HQ is currently located at the mining complex, waiting for us to capture and steal as much information on the bandits as we can carry. I also have a plan, which might work, or could go horribly wrong."

"The base has atleast a lance of mechs and another 2 lances of vehicles guarding it. As it is sandwich between 2 mountain ranges it gives them a bottleneck for defencesive purposes. We did a scan and found the southern ridge is extremely unstable, i plan to blow it up. The mountain falls, crushes their military stationed just under it. The slaves are digging on the northern ridge so they should be fine. How we do this, well, im fielding it out to you."

"Did I leave anything out Lt?"

[RandomLunatic]

That's all the major details, sir.

The supply convoy was toting enough small arms and support weaponry to supply a regiment for a year-nothing the 'Mechs can use, really, 'cept the SRM reloads.

The enemy forces in this area were two companies strong, and had to be spread thin to guard the convoys and search for guerillas. Now that we've wasted a third of 'em, opposition at the base may become weaker than it is right now.

Finally, some of the enemy strength is drawn from old Merc units that went rogue-so try to at least leave some identifiable remains out there-we can pick up some good bounty money when we get back to Outreach.

[Shishnarfne]

Sgt. Feldbaum


Sgt. Feldbaum sleepily addresses the officers,
"So, they somehow got their hands on some lostech, and we think that their base might tell us how they got it, but it's probably too well covered for our unit to take out, so we're planning on knocking down an entire mountainside to try and even the odds. With all due respect, I wonder if I had a bit too much of my special pipe last night. When do we leave to try this miracle?"

[TheGreatJabu]

Matthew McGonnegal

The powerfully-built Scot nods back at the vehicle lance commander and casts a lustful eye at the man's cup of coffee. However, he is distracted and a bit confused by Yoshioka's apology. Kuritans were always strange ones. His fellow MechWarrior had already backed away before McGonnegal's (currently) sluggish mind managed to process something the man had said earlier. Still, he muttered it aloud to himself. "Relax, I'm no officer or anything..." He considered following him to try and smooth things out, but at that time Harlon rose to address the team.

He sat and listened to the brief, weighing the odds and trying to come up with old combat simulations he had ran that could help in this situation. At Harlon's suggestion of crashing the cliff down, Matthew chuckles a bit. "Hehe. Forecast calls for 'hard rain', aye sir? If you think enough of the mobile base will survive the landslide for us to salvage, it strikes me as a good plan. I cannae say I'm looking forward to digging the place out to get our Intel, but there's no arguing with a strategy that costs them so much and us so little. A few men with explosives experience could set the charges at night."

[Moechi_Vill]

Zeissa somehow after the end of the briefing doesn't seem to be listening anymore, sitting in her chair, her gaze locked on to the middle distance. Resisting the impulse to discreetly send Harlon a text message to read later.

~~after the briefing Zeissa follows Kolt out of the room~~
"Please stop ignoring me Harlon." she asks him in the corridors.
"I need to feel appreciated by my friend and commander of a few years, never ignore me."

"I'm a slow thinker so I need your input during battle."
~~ ~~

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Harlon

Lighting a whole face was very difficult to do but the confidence in the plan did it.

"Alright. Explosives sould work just fine but the main problem is the HQ vehicle. If its taken out we lose out on a vital opportunity, thus the Kell Hounds have supplyed us with a commando team and a hover APC, mounted with an ECM."

Pausing just long enough for the new information to sink in,

"I think we will need to split our forces into three groups. The hovers will need to escort the commandos in and guard them while they steal the intel then get them out. The second team will be forced to hit the enemy forces head on. Piss them off long enough to get the first team out. The final team will be the most difficult. To face them head on would not be particularly smart. Thats where the jump team comes in. They need to hop over the mountain line and cause enough panic before they fall back to second team. Any ideas on how to improve this plan?"


After briefing:
"Zeis, i cant be watching out for you. I have a whole command to worry about. Everyone thats dies is on my hands. I trust you, your a mechwarrior, your capable of becoming a leader yourself. Trust your own instincts, your own skills. One day you will be without me, when that happens, if you fail, we all might fail."

[TheGreatJabu]

Matthew McGonnegal

Matthew thoughtfully (and wearily) rubs his forehead for a few seconds. He had hoped that the plan didn't involve engaging the enemy forces at all. However, it seems that it was mandatory to extract the data before setting the charges.

"Well sir, I'd just have two requests. The first is to make our strike at night; at least then some of their troops would be asleep and it'd take them a short while to get to a combat-ready status. The second..." He stops a second to swallow nervously. "The second is to request that the Jumper team cover the withdrawal of the rest of the unit. We'll be able to hold the hostiles in the canyon until the last possible moment, then leap clear of the avalanche. It's the best way to guarantee that we'll snag them all, sir."

[Miraqariftsky]

I volunteer for the second group, sir" says Yoshi with a wry grin. "We'll rip their eyes out, chw 'em up, spit 'em out, strap 'em to SRM warheads and shoot 'em up the blasted bandits' collective asses. That ought to be more'n enough for 'em ta be pissed off, as ye say..."

[Moechi_Vill]

"I volunteer for the second team. I request a modification of the Valkyrie towards a more offensive bent, a clean triple link of close-assault autocannons, mid-range lasers or long-range LRMs. It lacks immediate or concentrated firepower."

Harlon
After briefing:
"Zeis, i cant be watching out for you. I have a whole command to worry about. Everyone thats dies is on my hands. I trust you, your a mechwarrior, your capable of becoming a leader yourself. Trust your own instincts, your own skills. One day you will be without me, when that happens, if you fail, we all might fail."

"Thank you." she smiles and nods. "I will do my utmost to blossom."

[RandomLunatic]

I like the night attack idea. I would also like to request we load several salvos of Infernos per tank-we can use them to lay smoke screens to cover the commando's advance and retreat, and light up targets in addition to their obvious uses.

The mere discussion of setting things on fire seems to revitalize Justin-the fatigue drops form his voice, he sits up a bit straighter, and even some of the circles under his eyes seem to disappear.

Plus, a particularly bold individual could make a run and torch the barracks before the enemy crews even have a chance to get into the fight.

He raises his hand.

I'm willing to volunteer.

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Harlon

"Alright then. Hitting at night is perfect. I managed to blackmail the Kell Hounds into leaving us with a much larger supply of inferno rounds. We dont exactly know which builds are the barracks but the more buildings that get torched, the longer the commando team has to get the intel."

"All ammunition has been restored with each SRM equiped vehicle mounting atleast 3 salvos for each weapon. With the new tech support, our mechs have been repaired to full effeciency, work has yet begun on the salvage as they were pushed to get repairs done early."

"Maps will be placed in your rooms. Tonights the night we hit. I want as much of the base on fire as possible, just make sure it doesnt reach to the slave encampment. We want them to be damned sure they're in the worst place in the whole inner sphere! Give em hell and meet me at 2000 at the hanger and we can strike our first major blow. Dismissed!"