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[Jaq Savage]

1st Fist of Light

Holovid#x25794: 1st Fist of Light, Mercenary Corporation Recruitment Drive

**begin advert trasmission**

The view screen flickers on, showing a colossus dropship burning into the atmosphere, hurtling towards a massive cityscape below.

Cheesy Announcer Voice: "Are you an underpaid and overworked mechwarrior? Are you tired of living paycheck to paycheck without enough c-bills to make ends meet? Are you an out of work mercenary pilot looking for that next sweet ride? You know, the kind that makes the ladies say hey-o!?!?"

The dropship continues its descent towards the spaceport below, the engines sputtering slightly as the ship begins to slow. In the faded afterglow of the burn can now be visibly seen the a winged crest with a triangle at its center. Almost as if on cue there is a bright flash as if the light gleams reflectively across the top of the dropship in an unusual yet remarkably timed fashion.

Cheesy Announcer Voice: "Well look no further my man! Because the 1st Fist of Light wants you!"

The dropship continues its downward spiral as the spaceport comes into view.

Cheesy Announcer Voice: "Now right about now you're probably saying... "self, now how can a down and out mechwarrior like me get a piece of that pie? Well I'm glad you asked cause we got it in the oven baby!"

The dropship continues its decent, thrusters flaring, gouts of flaming blasting against the ferrocrete as the colossus class dropship touches down on the tarmac. A few short seconds later the air is pierced by the sounds of hydraulics as the mech bay doors open. A loud rumbling can be heard seemingly from within the belly of the dropship that grows louder as an old combustible motorbike emerges from the darkness between the now parted mech bay doors. The rider of the bike is clad and leather, wears his hair long, and wears stylish sleek sunglasses, rides the bike down to the end of the ramp where he skids it sideways to a stop leaving a streak of burnt rubber. The rider revs the bike, which bellows loudly with the flick of the riders wrist as he turns towards you to speak.

Jaq Savage: "I'm Jaq Savage, Colonel of the 1st Fist of Light. You may remember me from my time spent as the C.O. of the Grim Legion (MPBT: Solaris on AOL), or you may remember me as the formerly undefeated champion of Solaris (MPBT: Solaris on AOL), or you may remember me from your daught... hell, you may just remember me, but hey, let's talk about you!"

A pair of girls dressed like wager girls from Solaris VII "fight nights" comes over and leans in on Jaq's shoulders.

Jaq Savage: "There are lots of outfits out there lookin for just anyone. Lots of people that will take just anyone. But do you really want to be with just anyone?"

Jaq's sunglasses slide down ever so slightly so he can look over the top of them.

Jaq Savage: "In the 1st Fist of Light we got your back. We'll help you be all that you can be. In the Fist the party never stops. Am I right ladies?"

Solaris VII Fight Night Girls: "Hey-O!"

The fight night girls grin.

Jaq Savage: "Now you can go join one of those "other" outfits..."

Jaq cracks open a beer and takes a nice long drink.

Jaq Savage: "Or you can be a part of the real deal. There's us, and then there's everyone else. Anything less is uncivilized."

Jaq adjusts his sunglasses and leans back in the motorbike now flanked by the two fight night girls.

Cheesy Announcer Voice: "See the official 1st Fist of Light recruiter (http://www.1stfistoflight.com and please read the charter) on Solaris VII at the Valhalla club. Membership fees a low cost of only 195 C-bills. Join today! Taxes may vary as per mercenary regulations established by the Outreach mercenary charter and by the Solaris regulatory tax committee."

Jaq Savage: "Join the brotherhood, and you'll be part of our family. We'll get you where your goin in style. Don't worry; we got you covered like a neurohelmet."

The screen flickers once more fading to the insignia of the 1st Fist of Light...

Cheesy Announcer Voice: "Hey-O!"

**end advert transmission**

Edited by Jaq Savage, 30 May 2012 - 11:22 PM.

[wisprr]

Just shakes her head and lets out an almost inaudible chuckle as she previews the holovid recording, look over at Jaq Savage who was waiting insistenly for her to tell him what she thought of it, and instead she just gave him a wry grin until he took a step closer and asked her again for her opinion.

"I know we've been friends for a bit now, but if my thoughts were all that importnat wouldn't you have asked before the holovid has been spread goddess knows how far across the inner sphere... Bah, either way, it certainly suits your style Jaq, can't deny that. And where did you get that announcer from? I think he might enjoy his job a lil too much."

Grabing a cold beer and cracking it open, draining half the can before setting it aside and letting out a soft sigh, her mind clouded in thoughts of recent events, picking up her beverage again and finishing it off without seeming to even realize that she is doing it.

"Anyways Colonel, you know I've got your back, we've been through too much now to call it quits. Plus, I still owe you, and you know me, I don't like leaving any debts unpaid. So I'll follow your lead, to hell and back, we've made that trip more then once before, heh, we should start doing tours."

[Laruzia]

The young woman sat on a red worn out couch, smiling a bit at the advertisement
"Oh man how the heck did they got budget for this?"
She smiled some more laying down on her couch staring up to the dried up, torn roof.
"Maybe I should be lucky he didn't ask me for the job? Oh well...Hopefully this will open up the tabs on the recruits...Would be shame to go on without meat wall"
Quite cruel little grin curling on her lips for the moment, before another little laugh echoed around the small room as she stood up from the couch, looking around the little recreational room with the TV playing the advertisement again and again in a loop..
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we're going to war. Again" She grinned some more, slipping on the red leather jacket with emblem of fox neatly attached to it.
"Things I do for money these days."
The young woman shut off the TV and took piece of paper, writing something on to it and sticking it on TV.
"Meet me in the hangar"

[Cryptkeeper]

The grizzled old vet looks at the holovid and shakes his head ruefully. Gesturing at the image he speaks to a young man across the kitchen table from him.
"All this splash and flash makes me a bit nervous." The older man says.
"It's the sign of the times. The companies need young blood. It seems most of the old blood got spilled already" The young man replied.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"No. It's supposed to put your career in perspective."
"Career? Does that imply I should be retired?" The older man gave sardonic glance at the young man in front of him.
"Nonsense, Graham. You tried that already after Shiloh's Confederates disbanded. If I remember correctly that lasted less than a month."
Graham shrugged, " I felt guilty that my mech-tech had to keep working. Besides,I knew you hated working on other people's rides."
"Only because most of them are young kids who can barely tell which is the business end of a PPC. I hate trying to get the smell of burnt meat out of a cockpit"
"How is it, Asanyo, that you're 30 years younger than me but already a curmudgeon?", Graham chuckled.
"I had a great teacher."
"Okay, tell you what. I'll drop an line to the 1st Fist and see what kind of contracts they're offering. Hell, if they can pay for an over-the-top commercial like that, they may be able to afford our fees."
"While you do that, I'll do a little sniffing around and see what the word on the street is about them,"
With that Asanyo stands and makes his way toward the apartment's door as Graham starts typing on a data-comp.

[Sleeping Bear]

Mustafah grimaces at the gaudy commercial playing on the vid, he glances over at the sleeping mechwarrior, slowly greasing the actuator assembly in his hands.
"Hey Bear, you catching this honcho?" he quips, his dark features cracked with a grin.
"Mrrrrrrrr...." the huge mountain of a pilot grumbles, half awake.
"You know we need a paycheck honcho, those salvage rights you garnered from our stint with the 44th Mobile Assault Group won't last forever".

The mechtech mused about their last assignment. Hired on as scout hunters for the 44th Mobile Assault Group's failed raid on Watterly. Instead of killing those light mech scouts like most mercs would have, he called honors on them instead. The pilots surrendered and forfeited a salvage price on their machines and were repatriated to the defenders forces under the honors agreements between civilized combatants.

Most mechwarriors would have just slain them out of hand. This man is a strange breed indeed.
"Honcho, we going to get a new job? What about these jokers?" the Arkab snapped at him again, this time more sharply.
The huge man rolled off the cot in an agile fluid movement, suddenly towering over his tech.
"We got anything to eat?" the man-mountain grumbled in a deep voice.
"Honcho, a job, you know bills?" the Arkab native pointed at the vid.
As the mechwarrior known as Sleeping Bear stretched, he growled to Mustafah "Alright alright ALRIGHT! Get em on the horn and see what they are offering."

As Mustafah lifted the comm unit, he grinned inwardly. A strange man indeed, no where have I seen a more lazy man than this; it's strange that he's completely different in the cockpit.