After what must be hours, or at least ten to fifteen seconds, I hear Havok announce, “I have some some ideas, lets get everyone formed up and out of the groundpounders way before we go in depth.”
I key up to acknowledge, but at the moment have another gaseous abdominal eruption. I do manage to keep my mouth shut, so maybe it just sounds like some kind of non-committal grunt instead of rebellious cheesebread... hmmm, I need something to settle that stuff, but not too much, I REALLY hate using the onboard... er... facilities.
Again, Havok keys live, “Huntsmen, form on me.”
Thmp, thmp, thmp, 'Goose tromps out into the courtyard, she feels like she wants to sprint off, but I hold my place.
“Duncan, kill the music for now.”
“Kill as in delete it?” He almost sounds hopeful... if I didn't know better, I would think the programmer was really on a roll that day. I mean faking emotions into the voice to make it all the more viable is a big step up from the average inflection limited ai.
“No, Duncan, kill as in not play it right now.”
“Oh.” Wow, again, if I didn't know better, that sounded disappointed.
But the music does die down just as we pass what look like LRM rolling stock; their techs are scurrying about those fragile self-propelled tubes servicing fuel and racking their ordinance.
For a moment there is a growing roar that seems inconsistent, then a pair of aerospace fighters fly over. Where the heck were they when we wanted high elevation recon? Five 'll get ya ten that them general types are playing glory rides while “reviewing their troops” and not letting the trained crews actually do anything worth the time of day.
We turn out of the battered compound and head towards our challenge of the day... east towards the glorious victory and Jarrund.
After a klick, Havok keys back up, “Alright everyone, here’s how this is gonna roll. Havok, Bones, Praetorian, Mist and Fishy will comprise Havok Lance. TOG will lead....”
There is a pregnant pause and I couple his naming me to lead the lance with a string of appropriate names: the Doomed Lance, Lost Lance, TOG's Miscreants, the TOGladites, TOGlance, the RUN AWAY!s, the...
Fortunately for all involved, Havok interrupts my siliness before I can find something to actually offer out loud, “Lance Two, comprising of TOG himself, Shepherd, Spokes and Shade.”
Lance Two, that works fine. Better than scarring the poor pilots for life by having TOG's anything on their resume.
After addressing his own lance assignments, Havok gives us ours, “Lance Two, Shepard and Shade are the the taggers, you find nice, worthwhile targets for Fire Support and light ‘em up. TOG and Spokes, you’re the CQC and medium range fighters for Lance Two.”
Damn, wingman again. Wait... if I’m lead, why again would I be the wing for a spotter? Maybe I misjudged the lad after all. Oh, well... it's the life of the merc: get the blame and watch the glory go elsewhere. I guess as long as I get paid fairly, it really shouldn't matter. Hopefully we don't need too much close quarters combat, 'Goose is a wee tiny 'Mech, after all.
Havok has been talking about things that don't seem to much matter to me, but he now adds more management, “I want Lance Two ahead to scout targets and to TAG them for Support, if you meet too much resistance, fall back and re-engage with the whole company, Lance Two, I need you six hundred to seven hundred meters ahead of Havok Lance...”
Shade and Shepherd, a clean running Shadow Hawk and an abused Raven, their main value to Havok seems to be using their TAG lasers for missile guidance. Hmmm...
The comms are quiet for a moment, then Havok offers, “Now you may ask your questions or complain if you so choose.”
For some odd reason, I feel like this isn't the time to bemoan my fate, or the fates of those in my lance... but I do think I need more info if I can get it. “Question: did I understand the Major correctly? Are we the left flank and the only thing north of us as we move east is an expected enemy push that we hope is moving the other way?”
While I wait, and maybe even before I finish asking the question, I recognize that I'll need to reinforce my left flank; Perhaps I should put units that can survive a first salvo out there, maybe Shade in front with Spokes as a dragging wing left covering him, and keep Shep and myself spread right and center to cover the most space.
Edited by cmopatrick, 16 March 2013 - 10:14 PM.