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Location : Pollux
Date : 7 April, 3049
Colonel Wayne Rogers watched the holovid report from the local Lyran news station, a permanent smile on his face as he watched the overly decorated officer read off his pre prepared statement in his pre arranged press conference.
He took a long gulp of his premium Lyran ale, freshly provided to him, by request of one of his subordinates, from the ever so lovely Matilda who worked the bar at this plush and well furnished Space Port. He did however, spit out a fountain of froth and foam over the poor lass at the Leutnant-Colonels mention of the term “peripheral peasants”.
“Good Lord Billy Ray did you hear that beer bellied hillbilly?! Peasentz he’s callin us! After the hidin’ we given em yesterday they must be madder than a wet hen.”
Colonel Rogers slammed down his glass and grabbed for his leather jacket, stepping out from his chair and towards the exit of the bar, as he continued his tirade at the holovid screen on the wall.
“He’s nuttier than a port-o-potty at a peanut festival if he thinks he’s gonna git rid of us that easy. Come on Billy Ray you can figure out how to undo her blouse later, we’re gonna go show these Lyrans they’r about as welcome as a skunk at a lawn party!”
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ISNB:Waco Rangers unleashed
Date: 7 April, 3049
As the battle for Pullux in the Lyran Commonwealth gains momentum, the mercenary unit Waco Rangers, currently under FWL contract, successfully claimed 20% of the planet on behalf of their employer.
A Waco Rangers spokesman stated early this morning:
“All remaining Steiner troops on planet: The Free Worlds league rightfully claims the world of Pollux. Therefore all Steiner units are hereby called to retreat from planet within 36 hours or face the consequences!”
With the current victory behind this claim, it seems as the Waco Rangers are truly worth their money and already climbed two places on the MRBC mercenary top list.
Steve Miller,
ISNB Pollux
Lyran Commonwealth
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ISNBC: Waco Rangers on top of MRBC ranking
Date: 28 April, 3049
Today, the mercenary unit Waco Rangers successfully claimed the world Pollux from the Lyran Commonwelth, along with forces of the Circinus Federation.
The rangers did so under contract for the Free Worlds League, that issued a treaty for stability and mutual defense with the Circinus Federation along the Steiner border.
As leading heads of the Marik ministry of defense proclaimed:
The treaty was meant to further curb the Steiner imperialistic dreams towards FWL and Circinus territory and to create a base of operations for Circinus closer to the IS core worlds.
Now that this “buffer” is established, house Marik is looking to help defending the IS against the mysterious clan aggressors. The fight against house Steiner was never meant to wage a full scale war against the Lyrans, just to secure the border, before further investigating the clan thread, which the IS as a whole is currently facing.
With the new level of security reached, the FWL even transfers the now famous Waco Rangers towards the clan endangered worlds. This should show any government in the IS, how seriously we take this clan matter.
So speaks the Marik ministry of defense.
This was Ian Murchison,
ISNBC Atreus
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Location : Mechbay: Union class dropship – ‘Chicken’
Date : 3 May, 3049
“YOU HEAR THAT BOYS AND GIRLS?” Colonel Wayne Rogers shouted from his lofted position inside the Rangers Union Dropship ‘Chicken’, which sat attached the the Merchant class Jumpship, next to its identical cousin, ‘Biscuits’.
“THEM SUITS AT THE OL’ MERC LYNCHIN BOARD RECKON WE’RE NUMBER FRACKING ONE!” Rogers hola’d throughout the mechbay, as the announcement came on the local comms net station. “And ya know wat that means, ya ugly bunch of hillbilly’s? WE’RE RICHER THAN THREE FEET UP A BULL’S ***! SO BEERS ON THE GOOD OL’ COLONEL HIMSELF TONIGHT BOYS, LET’S CELEBRATE RANGERS STYLE!”
Cheers erupted around the whole mechbay, and soon chants of ‘WA-CO, WA-CO, WA-CO” echoed throughout the spacious chamber. Rogers played the crowd from atop the broken chest of a salvaged Highlander, it’s cracked and scorched form serving as a perfect stage for the Colonel as he pranced around it’s busted carapace, dodging holes the size of car tires, as he tossed beers into the crowd from a crate he held at his side.
“Billy Ray, don’t you be forgetting to flip those burgers now boy!” he shouted across to his associate, as Billy Ray returned the Colonel with a thumbs up, from his position on top the highlanders head where he’d propped up the BBQ, it’s smoke making little effect on the overall rank air inside the dropships bay.
“Now, actually, Jimmy pass me a cold one before I get started. Ok, now that’s sorted, listen up you greasy load of gud for nuthins. Them good folks from the Circus Federation want us to truck over to some god forsaken border world in the world’s league, sit on it for a month, and shoot some local critters. Now, now, listen up Mary Jo, I know you don’t like them critters after one of em took your fathers eye back in ’33, but this time, you’ll be fighting em in these big ol hunks of metal we love so much, so don’t you be worrying your sweet toosh, it’ll all be fine.”
Colonel Rogers took a long swig of his beer, finishing it off, crushing the can, and throwing it into the highlanders broken open Gauss barrel that protruded from it’s right arm. One of the techs shook his head whilst a couple of the pilots hollered in appreciation. “Ok, so now you know the job, it’s gonna be nice an easy, plenty of opportunities for drinkin’ and maybe even some good huntin’. Maybe even these, errrr, what are they again Jessie? Oh ye that’s right, these ‘Jade Falcons’, maybe even they will make for some good eating once we dig the 12 gauge out.”
Colonel Rogers raised his beer to crowd “Allrighty then, you’ve heard enough of old Rogers ranting, so, LET’S – GET – DRUNK!” Cheers once again echoed around the dropship, accompanied by much whooping and hollering, as the Waco Rangers congratulated themselves on recent victories, and drank in the memories of the dead.
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MWO/ISNBC: Oberon under attack by Rho Galaxy Jade Falcon Eyrie Cluster
Date: 6 May, 3049
This is Rolf Matthew from Oberon VI!
Only 3 days after Clan Jade Falcon forces began invading The Rock, now an other CJF unit makes planet fall on Oberon!
The FWL high command expressed its concerns about the situation in a hasty press conference this morning, promising the people of Oberon, that even with this new thread at hand, everything needed to save the world from clan occupation would be done!
FWL forces are spread thin right now, as the Lyran Commonwelth – yet untouched by the invading clan forces is moving troops over the LC/FWL border, invading the FWL world of Chertan as well.
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Location : Operations room: Union class dropship – ‘Grits’
Date : 6 May, 3049
Captain Kaylin Clancy, of Waco Rangers 2nd Batallion, stood on the deck of the Union dropship, “Grits”, surveying the scene on the sensor net in front of her.
“Now hang on just a second young man, are you trying to explain to me that we have, not one, but two raw eggs burning hard towards planet, and that we don’t just expect them in 2 days, but they’re going to land them hunks of junk on this dustball in the next 6 hours?” Captain Clancy gave the young tech a disapproving look, clearly doubting the information he was trying to relay to her.
“I’m tellin’ ya si- I mean maam, these two dropships came in at what must av’ been one of those pirate points, dangerous game to play that one. Anyway, look, you can see them here, they’ll be hitting the atmosphere by 0800 local time.” He pointed to the sensor screen, indicating different figures and icons present there.
“Well, if they ain’t hollered us yet then they must be hostile.” the captain pondered, chewing on her lower lip as she leaned in to the screen, sifting through the available information for anything else that she could use.
She looked over her shoulder, shouting across the command deck at the set of consoles opposite her.
“Technician Chiggins! anythin’ come across the command net yet honey? I’d expect the Marik CC to still be sleepin’ at this ongodly hour, but, the circinus boys, I know they party hard, maybe they’ll be one over there sober enough to still read them damn instruments.”
Kaylin stamped her foot on the ground, hands on her hips, pouting with the sheer displeasure of the whole situation. “Dangnabbit! If it this whole balls up of a situation ain’t uglier than three miles of mud road, the Colonel ain’t even around to straighten us out, too busy shoppin’ for shiny new space trucks he is!”
She sighed to herself, and rolled her eyes, as she resolved herself to the situation she found herself in now. “Well, beatin’ a dead horse don’t make it taste better. I’ll go wake the Major.” With that, she turned on her heels and flicked her hair with a degree of eccentricity, and headed out off the bridge towards the captains quarters.
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Location : Equatorial badlands, ‘Heel of Apollo’ – Oberon VI
Date : 8 May, 3049
Major Bud Kelly sat in the command seat of his hunchback, sweat dripping off his brow as the humidity inside the small cockpit stayed at a steady level of unpleasant. As he trudged his father’s mech, ‘Backstabber’ through the dusty canyons of Oberon VI’s equatorial desert, Kelly filled his thoughts with the events which had led up to this moment.
Captain, or as his father would say, Hauptmann Clancy had woken him up at some ungodly hour, hollering on about invaders from beyond the periphery dropping in at a pirate point, burning in on the planet at speeds way beyond typical levels of tolerance and safety. He’d thrown on his slacks and grabbed his hat, and headed up to the bridge with the Captain, not forgetting to grab him cooling vest on the way out of his cramped quarters. Getting up to the commander centre of the dropship, Bud was met with a lot of puzzled expressions and scratching of heads.
“So let me get this straight, just to be clear here now” Kelly addressed, his features stern, except his eyes, which were red and half closed from tiredness. “We’re being invaded by, not two regiments, not two battalions, but two companies, of unknown battlemechs.”
Technician Wiggins replied sheepishly from his position at the sensor station “Th-that’s right Major, we picked up not wan but two of dem Union type dropships, you know, dem one’s we gotz here in the Rangers, like er, this one right here.” The technician expressed with a degree of realisation which trailed along with excitement, like he’d just finally figured how to spell his own name. “Anyway’s, they were comin’ in hard and fast, like, real fast, hell, so fast, the guy piloting that thang must hav’ more guts than a man can hang on a fence! So like I was sayin’, we got the jitterz boss, like nothing we ever seen before you see. Captain thought we should wake you up y’know, just incase like.”
Major Kelly rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated with it all. “How do you know they’re not just transport ships bringing in supplies early for the locals? They haven’t hailed anyone, am I right? Is that all y’all are going off?”
“Now, it’s hard sayin’ not knowin’ for sure but, I don’t think, if dey were haulin’ some good ol’ supplies for the good folk of Oberon six, dat they’d be landin’ all the way over in dem mountainous parts down at the equator.” Replied Wiggins, squeezing his intelligence out through a clear piece of insight.
Bud thought about the whole situation, rubbing his chin as he stared at the floor for a moment, deep in thought. He did however, come to a quick conclusion. “Captain, drag the men out of their cots, if these pirates, or whatever they may be, think they can come over here, and start stirring up the hornets’ nest whilst I’m on duty, well, then that’s damn well what they’ll be getting!” He slid his arms into his cooling vest and slid it over his back. “Rangers, we’re riding out to meet them, let’s see what they have to say when they see a couple’ o’dozen lasers an’ ppc’s pointing in their general direction.”
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(Sorry it's all in one post, damn thing wouldn't let me split them up. Oh well. More to come soon! And p.s I don't mind OOC comments in here from others, so feel free to post what you like!)
Edited by sj mausgmr, 08 May 2013 - 01:05 PM.
