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[Bill Bullet]

>>The following is a transcript from the personal log of William "Bullet" Chambers, mercenary lieutenant of the now disbanded [[Unit Designation Classified]] during the Clan Invasion. It details a series of actions carried out by the unit in the [[Location Classified]] system. Due to the highly sensitive nature of the operations, some portions of the transcripts have been deemed Classified Level 10.
>>Note: Lt. Chambers' account of the battle itself starts at the area marked (***)
>>Jerrard Cranston, Director of Intelligence AFFC



August 28, 3051
Free Worlds League Space
Planet [[Classified]]

Two years ago the Clans came stomping into the Inner Sphere and started kicking everyone's butt in ways we never dreamed of in our darkest nightmares. When faced with this unstoppable killing machine, the Inner Sphere Great Houses finally agreed to stop killing each other long enough to focus on killing Clanners instead. Funny thing about human nature though, is that sometimes survival and "the greater good" take a backseat to reckless ambition and good 'ol fashioned greed.

The client was on the board of directors for [[Company Name Classified]] a big time arms dealer in the Lyran half of FedCom space. Scuttlebutt was that she and her colleagues were concerned about the growing influence the FWL had in their market's little sandbox thanks to the League's near monopoly on the creation and development of "Mech Upgrade Kits". Our job was simple; attack the primary production facility in [[City Classified]], steal as much tech as we could carry, burn the rest, then escape back to Lyran space to collect an obscene bounty on our goods. Industrial sabotage and espionage in its purest form, something the [[Unit Name Classified]] did best.

We split the company into the standard setup; Recon Lance designated "Risky", Battle Lance Designated "Bullet", and the Command Lance designated "Cobra". The lance's callsigns matching the callsigns of their respective leaders. No need for subtlety with our tactics, intel had the security forces pegged as a green corporate security unit. We set out at dawn and headed for the commercial district of the city, codenamed "Crimson Strait". This was gonna be easy money.

We came in from the south, sending in Risky and his boys to secure the western bridge connecting the northern and southern banks of the river. They were gonna get the attention of the security forces protecting the facility and draw them onto the bridges by retreating at the first sign of decent pressure. Once the rent-a-cops had marched onto the bridge, I was gonna lead Bullet lance to hit them in the flank by popping out of the river. Once engaged, the Commander would lead Cobra Lance across the eastern bridge and hit them in the rear, and that would be all she wrote. It was a good plan, pity we never had the chance to use it.

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My radio squawked, Risky 1's voice came in over the general comm, "We got contact! They're swarming up the main road, at least a whole company! They knew we were coming, fall ba-" As he was talking, I had already spurred my lance forward, but as we rounded the corner of the small peninsula jutting out into the river I saw the burning ruin Risky 1's Jenner pitch off the side of the bridge and into the water. Scanning the far bank, what I saw turned my blood to ice. "Confirm!" I shouted into my headset. "Enemy Mechs are securing the western bridge, and they are not, I repeat NOT corporate security!" Standing on the bridge was a massive Atlas, with a BattleMaster standing right behind it. The emblazoned sigils of the [[FWLM Unit Name Classified]] on their chests seemed to almost fill my canopy.

Reacting by instinct, I triggered the AC/20 on my right shoulder, firing at the Atlas as fast as the cannon could cycle. "Bullet Lance this is Bullet 1, concentrate all fire on the targets designated Alpha and Bravo!" I saw the survivors of Risky lance beating a hasty retreat back to our lines. Outweighed and outgunned, I didn't blame them. Focusing our fire, we managed to drive the two Assault Mechs back for a brief moment. "Bullet 1, this is Cobra 1, designate targets for bad weather." Even with Thomas Marik's finest spoiling our milk run the Commander's calm never slipped. Just as the order came in two more hostiles appeared on the embankment next to the bridge, this time a matching pair of Jagermechs.

"Designate targets Charlie and Delta, target vector C3, make it rain!" As the Jagermechs began firing, I twisted Matilda to the right so that their shots would land on fresh armor. A Hunchback's greatest weapon is its' AC/20 and I needed to keep it safe and conserve as much ammo as possible for this fight. All of a sudden, dozens of LRM flights came screaming in to smash against the enemy Jagermechs on the opposite shore. Cobra Lance was made up entirely of Catapults with our accurate target designation, quickly turned their targets into scrap metal. "That was for Risky..." I muttered as the flaming hulks sank into the river. Two down, ten to go...

>>Transmission Interrupted<<