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[plodder]

The morning started well. A little hung over from the celebratory drinks, but less so, since the quality had been better then he would usually imbibe, but what the the heck over? What were c bills for if not spending?

He left a message for the Bar's owner, he seemed to be an honest man, and he obviously knows the lay of the land.

That wholesome beauty of a waitress that turned out to be Bert's daughter agreed she'd give him the message when he came in. Sigh...

The owner of a working bar with the history and character of his pub, could only continue being a thriving business here with connections. Government, business and the shady sides of both.

Just keeping the place supplied through all types of turmoil of the political, economic, military chaos of every kind. Not to mention two most hideous threats to a business like his, corporate dollars buying the place, and local tax men. Neither have a soul, or a desire to acquire one...

I think the note summed it up handily, " I need your help. I desire a contract with an independent Merc unit that has an ace repair chief, I will pay you for any leads or help you can give, being ever grateful owing you a debt if you will assist me. I will want to meet with you at your earliest convenience. Also, I am no longer dispossessed, so I will be an immediate asset to whichever unit I join. Thank you, Rizz Factor"

Remembering with a faint grin: My father always told me, "Follow the elite Mech mechanic son! They always have the best tools, facilities, liquor, cigars, and employers. Why son? Because if they don't, then someone will offer it to them to get them!!! You want that kind of man looking after your ride, perhaps saving your life by your Mech holding together 5 seconds longer than your opponents, right son?"

The busy waterside warehouse was like all the others, his presence not noticed, or did he seem interesting to anyone. That helped the morning to go well, and the work before him was not work to him at all.

Edited by plodder, 25 May 2015 - 09:53 AM.

[Bill Bullet]

Looking over his shoulder in the direction Marc was indicating, Bill saw Faith and her companions ducking down a side alley away from his group. "Well I guess they got their own little hidey hole away from the MPs. Best of luck to them I suppose." After a quick appraising look at the two newcomers, Bill decided they weren't cops and knew he had to get the party moving before too many awkward questions got asked, like who or what exactly Nicholas was or why the local bar was now a miniature warzone. "Well, since you two seem to be looking for a bit of adventure we don't you come with us?" Sauntering past them, Bill continued down the alley and onto the main street on the other side. In front of him was the militia garrison base which had been handed over to the foreign mercs and line units from across the Inner Sphere. The bright lights of the compund were a direct contrast to the dim interior of the Watering Hole. Straightening his cracked leather jacket and dusting off a bit of dirt from the barroom floor, Bill turned back to his companions. "Nicholas my friend, you are a genius. The best place to hide from the MPs would be the place they all came from...that being said, anyone have any ideas on how we get in?"

[plodder]

Rizz looked at the man across from him, they sat at a large card table. The table was like many items in this establishment, unique.Imbedded in polished clear plascrete casting was a metallic map of some antiquity, partially melted. It was very detailed, containing star systems, micro dots that glowed luminous at jump points,. This map encompassed all the known starts systems, but showed some without alliance tags. Curious, this in a room behind the bar. The bar wall of wonderfully displayed spirits. A varied collection of incongruint, almost comical in content/contrast, but it gave the place originality, a homespun exotic take on the "worlds as we know them. Your home, but theirs too."
Thank you for meeting with me Walt. as my note said, I am looking for a new contract. I am new around here, but I understand enough to know that it is a complicated work environment.I am not at liberty to say where I have acquired my ride. but I can say, that I have reacquired my atlas. was a family Mech that I had lost na action on my last contract. Someone paid back a great family debt owed.

To be continued on this post. Pm me if you want to be incorporated in somehow in my narrative.
Or,
how you want me involved in yours

Edited by plodder, 31 May 2015 - 12:00 PM.

[xX PUG Xx]

Following the small group as they headed down an alley across from the Bar Mack notice Faith and her group split off, her arm slung around the shoulder of Ace for support and definitely looking the worse for wear. "That lassie wie the leathers looked a hell of a lot like another Clanner, there's a bloody hamfist full a' them oan this rock!" he thought to himself.

Entering the alleyway he saw the group draw up as a pair of bodies stepped into the entrance at the far end, both talking to the Wolf "Oor wee group keeps pickin' up mare an' mare, may as well put up a sign" Mack thought to himself with a chuckle. "Right so where are we goin' then?" he said loud enough for his voice to carry to the end of the alley, instantly cursing for not thinking of the amplification effect of the narrow passageway and his slightly tipsy demeanour. Turning to look over his shoulder at the bar, he noticed one MP look his way, the small man quickly looked Mack up and down, paled slightly and turned away just as quickly "Thats right wee man wee man yae'll need mare than a nightstick fur me, anyway we were just leavin'"

Edited by xX PUG Xx, 31 May 2015 - 01:17 PM.

[WustenFuchs1991]

In terms of secure facilities, this one rated rather low. Aside from a chainlink fence and a sleeping guard at the gatehouse, this base had only the minimum in security. The main reason fro this was that the FRR simply did not care what happenev to a bunch of mercs or their property. Not knowing about the Ronin Wars left the Clanner without the needed context to understand the aversion that the FRR had to mercenaries. As such he simply consigned it to them being petty for some unknown reason. All the same, it meant that breaking into the base he already had access to all the easier.

Looking back at the group of assorted warriors, mercs, and possible brigands, Nicholas realized that while he could simply walk through the gate without question, his comrades would not have the same luck. Looking down at Bill he laid out his plan.

"We have two options. First is the easiest. I simply walk up to the guard and take him out quietly while the rest of you go inside." Although this was said with a grin, Nicholas realized that he must have miscalculated his understanding of Inner Sphere humour as the look of shock on Bill's face clearly showed that the man thought he was being serious.

"I am joking..." the Clanner deadpanned.

Shaking his head the taller man continued. "Our second option is for me to cause a distraction as I already have clearance to come an go as I please. I won't be more than a minute and you will all be able to simply walk in." Still seeing the slightly wary look on Bill's face, the clanner amended. "No one will be harmed."


With that, Nicholas walked up to the gatehouse and put his plan in motion.

(This next part will be put in one post to save time. I will be typing it up this evening and posting it. In terms of time for the others, they will have around five minutes before the distraction is ready, should be enough for those who want to make another post before we get in to do so.)

Edited by SourKraut91, 04 June 2015 - 07:22 PM.

[WustenFuchs1991]

Korporal Stigsson was almost at the point of passing out when several vehicles loaded to the brim with MP's flew past him in what was most certainly a huge waste of manpower. Not that he cared much as his nights consisted of making sure that teenagers didn't sneak into the merc base to hitch a ride in the sim pods. Or worse, actually be dumb enough to try and get into a real BattleMech. So far the job had proved to be nothing but dull. At least the mercs made things somewhat interesting what with their interesting lifestyles. Stigsson did not hate mercs for any reason other than it's what everyone else was telling him to do. Now after spending the last few weeks around them, he found their company to be somewhat relaxing when compared to the rigid military life he now lived.

His newfound tolerance of mercs did not extend to one in particular though. A tall man that came with a rather lively bunch, he seemed to be the polar opposite to his smiling, rowdy colleagues. The mans demeanour just did not sit well with him at first. It wasn't until a few days had passed that the rumours started. It didn't take long before they were confirmed when the groups dropship was unloaded to reveal an almost intact Clan mech. While the techs had taken a shine to the Clanner and all the secrets he shared, the guardsman could hardly stop the scowl that crossed his face whenever the Clanner was near.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear."

Stigsson watched as the Clanner moved to walk right by him when he intercepted the warrior.

"Your boss told me to not let you back in until either the sun came up or you didn't have a stick firmly lodged up your ass. And if I'm not mistaken it's still dark out and you are still walking a little to straight."

Truth be told, Nicholas was only half joking when he said that he wanted to break the little man before him. In reality the Clanner knew about the animosity that exuded from this man toward him. For the most part he did not care either. Recently however, this had turned into something of an annoyance as the guard made a point to be a Mckenna sized pain in the ass for him.

"Your point?"

"Well I wouldn't be doing my job if I let you in when ordered otherwise by a superior."

"You do not report to mercenaries and are under no obligation to do as they say."

"I know that. I just really like your CO."

Nicholas closed the distance with the smaller man and stared him square in the eyes.

"Let me make my position perfectly clear to you. My night has been far more interesting than I had intended. I am not in the mood for your games. I have done nothing to you except exist. I do not know you nor do you know me. You have some right to be a pr*ck based on my heritage and the invasion but that is where it stops. Now you will move out of my way or I will simply move you myself. Mind you, I do not want to do so, but I will."

Stigsson balked as the Clanner towered over him and quietly threatened him. He wasn't loud but given their distance from one another, he didn't need to be. He simply took a step to the side an allowed the Clanner to pass by without another word.

His way clear, Nicholas began moving to the small spaceport attached to the base that housed merc dropships. A closer inspection would reveal that most of the dropships that were there earlier that evening were now gone. In fact, only a Leapord and a Hrothgar were still on their pads. After a moment to make sure that the guardhouse could no longer see him, Nicholas approached the fence.

"What better way to mask a break-in then to fake a break-in?"

Stigsson had only just settled back down from his encounter when his console lit up warning him that the motion sensors had picked up movement outside the spaceport fence. As he reached for his radio, he caught himself. With all the MP's out dealing with whatever BS they had been called out to deal with, that left only himself to deal with this. Taking a quick glance around to make sure that no one would see him leaving the gate, he spotted movement down an alley off the side of the street. He was about investigate that when a second alert warned him that the fence may have been breached. Completely forgetting the alley, the guard sprinted off toward that cause of the alarm. Not even noticing as he passed the Clan warrior hiding in the shadow of one of the Hrothgar's legs.

Moving back to the gatehouse, Nicholas was greeted by a grinning Bill.

"Not bad, almost as good as me"

Once again letting a rare smile grace his features, Nicholas walked up to the group.

"I still say it would have been easier to break his neck..."

Edited by SourKraut91, 05 June 2015 - 11:24 AM.

[Bill Bullet]

"Hmm, well we've already fought half the Inner Sphere without any serious casualties, no reason to break that hot streak Nicholas my lad." Waving the group inside the base, Bill kept an eye out for the guard until the last person was inside before ducking in after them. "I've never been on the mercenary base before, they have my unit twiddling their thumbs inside the space port." Bill said as he jogged alongside Mack. "If the Clans are as bad as everyone says they are, you'd think the Rasalhagues would be a bit more friendly, what with the wolves at the door and all that."

Course the idea of the Inner Sphere playing nice together is about as likely as a Liao getting elected First Lord! Chuckling at the sheer absurdity of one of the mad Liaos ruling the entire Inner Sphere, Bill almost ran smack dab into the person in front of him. "Hey, easy now!" he grumbled at the person in front of him.

Edited by Bill Bullet, 08 June 2015 - 08:45 PM.

[xX PUG Xx]

'Gorram! That wis a smooth move Wolf!......' Mack thought as he watched the former Clan warrior create an opening for their motley group to enter the Mercenary base. Then as he began to approach the gate a movement amongst the crates in front of a warehouse caught his attention, staying in the shadows Mack tried to focus on the figure 'Aye right then, who dae we hae here?'

Slowly and surely the figure moved from the cover of one crate to another, the lithe movement reminded Mack of something but either the alcohol or the blow to the head and late hour had him at a loss to pinpoint the memory. Once thing was for sure, whoever it was had their sights set firmly on the small group of Mercs sneaking into the base and Mack intended to find out what their intention was.

Coming to within an arms length of the figure he could now clearly make out the obviously female figure and the flame red hair pulled back in a tight ponytail 'That hair, it cannae be! Reaching out to grab her left shoulder, the woman suddenly shift and span. Her left hand planting on the ground and her right foot spinning up and squarely into Mack's temple, the steel toecapped combat boot made contact and Mack's vision instantly tunneled to a narrow spot. Slamming onto his backside with a rush of breath he shook his head and tried to shift to a crouch but a thunderous kick to the chest sent him sprawling onto his back. As his head smacked off the tarmac, Mack knew consciousness was slipping from his grasp and just as his eyes began to roll back he caught sight of the woman's face and for the briefest moment he thought he saw her smile.

"Yer gettin' soft in yer auld age Mackenzie Grimwald" the woman said as her partner came out of the shadows behind Mack. While she gently laid a hand on Macks cheek the red headed woman addressed her partner "Get him back tae the DropShip, a'll be along shortly". With a silent nod the other woman gestured and three more black sneak suit clad figures appeared and with some effort dragged Mack toward a hidden hovercar.

[Thom Frankfurt]

Security sure is lax around here... Marc thought while eyeballing the perimeter of the base. A rather rusty six foot (1.33m) chain linked surrounded the base, half collapsed in some sections. Poorly maintained grounds had allowed weeds to run rampant, growing up mid thigh high all the way up to the fence. Marc shook his head upon noticing that. Inside the perimeter things seemed to be more properly maintained, barely. Poor lighting provided ample shadows for one to lurk in, yet his trained eye was able to pick out the odd motion sensor, combined with the lone sleepy sentry being roused by the Clanner he made the judgement that a determined boy scout could have slipped inside and make off with a battlemech.

As the former Leaguer simply walked pass the gatehouse he thanked the Gods for giving him the presence of mind to have add an extra kill switch to his Hermes II and rigging the nasty surprise to whomever opened up the two sea-trains containing bits and pieces of his last mech. And even as that thought came to him, he cursed those same Gods for not providing him with such a golden opportunity in his recent past.

"Uh, Bill. I pray that you Bank....err...um, Lyran's stow your gear more securely than this. And speaking of, when am I to move my affects on over?"

[Bill Bullet]

Bill turned towards Marc, tenderly feeling his nose to ensure it was still in one piece after the collision. "Heh, you can tell that Rasalhague is still sore towards mercenaries just by taking a look around this place can't you? I've seen public libraries that are harder to get into! Don't worry, my unit is buttoned up inside our DropShip back at the spaceport. I'd say after this little caper is over you and Mack can bring your affects over tomorrow morning, we'll get you sworn in and the paperwork filled out." Bill's brow furrowed slightly. "Hmm speaking of which where'd Mack wander off to?" Unable to see too far in the poor lighting of the base, Bill quickly gave up the search. "Ah well, he probably wandered off to check on his Mech after seeing how easy it was to sneak into this dump. I doubt he's in any serious trouble, you'd have to be some kind of unstoppable monster to bring that giant Scot down without causing a ruckus."

Looking around again, Bill pitched his voice so it would carry to the people around him without alerting the guards. "Alright, who's all here? Sound off then head for the main hangar." Indicating the building in question, Bill waited for the response.

[[OoC: Just seeing who's all still with us for this next part (Mech fights woohoo!). XxPUGxX had to excuse himself for a bit so don't worry about going off to his rescue!]]

[Thom Frankfurt]

[OoC my two POS computers won't run the game so I'll be sticking to non-sim antics, arranging to get things moved over to your dropship and whatnot. Maybe some mischief, I dunno.]

[Bill Bullet]

[OoC: Actually with your POS rig in mind I decided to 86 the in-game fight, we'll just slug it out on here like we did in the bar, Just with giant robots now! That way everyone is involved and we have more flexibility with our Mech loadouts!]

[plodder]

embedded/regretted the reacted redaction faction, with a smack on the fraction/faction's of the minds lost to pastry dust pushing the crust of sanity's blush... blossoming to place where PPC's fuss the critical's' line.

Never drink alcohol and and energy drink.

Rizz Factor Awakens in the cockpit of the Atlas in the bay 200 meters below the surface, away from the shipping lanes, happy he had not armed his weapons, or activated his targeting systems. hoping nothing happened...

[YourSaviorLegion]

Douglas Ward steps into a peculiar backwater bar amidst FRR territory, he noticed many fights have occurred do to all the damages.

He whispers to himself "Well isn't this a cozy little watering hole"

He examines the local populace briefly before finding a quiet corner table to sit by himself. He is wearing a cloak that conceals his true identity, a Clan Wolf Warrior. There are soldiers from all corners of the IS around him as he nonchalantly passes by them as they give him a strange look.

A waitress comes over to him and asks him what he wants to drink "A water is fine... for now" he replies, she gives him a puzzled look then returns with a water. Douglas pulls out a knife and begins to etch a wolves head into the table as someone walks over to inquire who he might be.

"Hey you, yeah you, the one all by your lonesome!" says the soldier who is stumbling over to Douglas' table.

"What are ya carvin' there lad?" the soldier says as he takes a seat. Douglas ignores him and continues carving into the table.

"Oh, you're another one of them aren't ya?" says the soldier once he makes out what the etching is.

Douglas seems slightly startled by the soldier's statement he withdraws a handgun and holds it up against the soldiers groin "Well look what we got here? A Mexican stand off! I'm packing too! Well a little something different from a firearm if ya catch my drift. Actually I think I might be a little hard right now haha!" says the soldier.

Douglas pulls away his firearm and looks at the soldier with disgust. "I may be Trueborn but do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. I was too drunk to remember hahaha... anyways it's fine lad there's plenty of ya Clanner types lurking around these parts!" exclaims the soldier

"There is?" Douglas looks at the soldier with a puzzled face.

"Yeah, one of them is some sort freebirth ones ya know!"

"Ugh, Isorla scum" says Douglas under his breath.

"So Clanner wat'cha doin' out around these parts don't ya have a planet to invade or something?" asks the soldier.

"None of your damn business, now leave me be I am expecting company... ahhh there they are now!" 4 more men step into the bar dressed similar to Douglas.

The soldier steps away without another word as the 4 other cloaked men approach the table. They all sit down quietly and order drinks. Douglas is not sure if the others patrons of the bar have noticed that 5 men in similar attire is an odd sight, especially in these times. However they continued to slosh down that fine Rasalhague mead he has heard all about.

[OOC this is my 1st time doing something like this and I'm attempting to make an entrance as a Trueborn Warrior. Who are the other 4 men who accompany Douglas? Find out next time on he Bar at The End of The Universe! PS I hope you like my humor!]

Edited by YourSaviorLegion, 09 July 2015 - 10:56 PM.

[YourSaviorLegion]

[OOC: Are you guys going to continue writing this? I like what I've seen so far! ]

Edited by YourSaviorLegion, 10 July 2015 - 08:19 PM.

[Bill Bullet]

Assistant Technician Chris Murchison straightened up and kneaded the growing knot of tight muscles in his lower back. "Uuuuuuuuuugh I'm glad that's over. Those damn mercs never know how to treat a lady right." Patting the oblong shaped pod next to him fondly. "Isn't that right old girl? You and yer sisters been teaching scrubs how to pilot Mechs since long before I was born, and those filthy sellswords just waltz in here and treat yah like some dime store attraction outside a strip-mall." The old training pod hummed quietly back as it finished running the various subroutines to restart itself after being down for maintenance. Taking the machine's gentle hum as a sign of gratitude for his hard work, Chris gave the pod one more friendly pat and turned to start cleaning up his tools.

Looking up, he saw several figures walk into the hangar. Even before he could make out their faces, Chris knew they were all MechWarriors, each one of them walking with the unconscious swagger of someone who pilots one of the undisputed kings of modern warfare for a living. From their various getups and ad hoc uniforms he also knew they were mercenaries rather than FRR soldiers. Grumbling oaths of dire retribution under his breath, Chris walked towards the group eager to give them a piece of his mind. "Now look here fellas, if you're here to ogle what's under the tarp, Colonel says it's off limits to everyone but its owner and if you're here to trash my simulators, y'all best....best....oh dear." The threats died in Chris' voice when he came eye-to-eye or rather eye-to-chest with the one leading the group.

"Aw hell, it's the Clanner..."

[[OoC: Don't worry the Bar is always in business, great post btw Legion! I know a few of the guys in the arc I'm attached to had irl stuff come up but don't worry we'll be kicking off a good (simulated) Mech brawl soon enough! Can't wait to see where YOUR arc goes!]]

[Thom Frankfurt]

The battlemech simulators on the base were a joke, but still more advanced that what Marc used when with the 2nd Orinte. The pods the Hussars used were barely more advance than the glorified arcade games located in a university's rec room. Despite being more advanced, these pods were archaic compared to the likes of the ones at the NAIS, or even the ones Wolf's Dragoons had rigged up on Outreach.

That being said, these were well maintained judging by the way the technician patted the pod with an affectionate manner. Fishing out his Noteputer, Marc wasn't privy with the the shocked expression on the techs face. "Now look here fellas, if you're here to ogle what's under the tarp, Colonel says it's off limits to everyone but its owner and if you're here to trash my simulators, y'all best....best....oh dear." The threats died in the techs voice when he came eye-to-eye or rather eye-to-chest with the one leading the group.

Snickering at the sudden change in tech's tone, Marc paused from poking away at the keys on the noteputer long enough to look that the man staring gape jawed at the Nickolas. "Aw hell, it's the Clanner..."

Chuckling again, Marc returned to keying in commands that would set into motion the relocating of his affects to where Bill and the other Lyran bankers stowed their gear. Finished, the Wallachian returned his noteputer to his pocket and wondered about what his chances of acquiring a Magma Hellstar laser system through proper channels versus Mr. Green's network. Marc wasn't a huge fan of the current configuration his Hermes II was sporting.

[xX PUG Xx]

YourSaviorLegion, on 10 July 2015 - 08:19 PM, said:

[OOC: Are you guys going to continue writing this? I like what I've seen so far! ]

[OOC: I....er I mean Mack, will be back. Ohhh! The return of the Mack Good intro by the way, keep it up. ]

[xX PUG Xx]

He felt confusion for a moment, the usual feeling after a night of drinking but something was different. The pain in his head and chest wasn't too unusual, he'd been in few scrapes in his time, so the dull ache around his knuckles was familiar too. What was unusual was the soft cotton bedsheets and the warm, soft hand resting on his chest; where in the hell was he?

Searching back through what he could remember Mack began to get a sinking feeling; like cut scenes from a movie the memories slowly coalesced. The bar, Bill Chambers, the Yakuza.....the barmaid..... 'Uh oh laddie, whit hae yae done noo?' Slowly pulling himself up into a sitting position while gently moving the sleeping woman’s arm, Mack tried to quietly swing his feet out of the bed. As he did so, the covers moved and the woman stirred slightly; Mack caught the faintest glimpse of her hair and his heart nearly stopped as the rest of the previous night’s memories came rushing back. Bringing his hand up to rub his chest, where he could already feel a bruise, Mack pulled the covers away from the woman’s face. There lay the love of his life, the one person in the Inner Sphere that could best him in any kind of fight you could think of and he would be happy to lose to. In an instant Mack had her by the shoulders and pulled into a hug so strong that if it had been anyone else he might have crushed the life from them, initially startled Moira Grimmwald slapped at the monster dragging her from a sound sleep but then began to laugh and hugged the Caledonian back just as fiercely "Ya big numpty, yae scared me half tae death! A've a good mind tae drag yae doon tae the trainin' mats an' kick yer hairy..." Mack kissed her before she could say another word. After a moment the couple pulled away from each other and Moira reached for the rooms light controls, Mack just sat there dumbfounded; it seemed like a thousand questions ran through his mind but the only words he could manage were "How? Where?".

Pausing to gather her flame red hair and tie into a make shift ponytail, Moira swung her feet from the bed and collected a white, woollen bed gown from a chair. As she put it on she turned to look at Mack and the impossibly green eyes she observed him with seemed to sparkle; the hint of mischief, mixed with equal parts intelligence and fierceness captured him and held him there. If her hair had caught his attention twenty two years ago, those eyes had held him in thrall ever since, even throughout the fierce competition during their time at the Coventry Military Academy Mack had known he would never love another woman for as long as he lived. "Well it wisnae easy, yae made sure o' that" Moira began, her eyes narrowing slightly to convey her annoyance "When yae made it off Apollo a‘assumed yae'd come hame but after two months a‘realised yae'd went walkaboot, so I contacted some auld friends an' they helped me oot" as Moira talked, she slowly paced from one wall of the small room to the other. It only took four paces for the small woman to traverse the distance and Mack suddenly recognised they were in the cabin of a DropShip, most likely an officer’s cabin and there was something familiar about the room. He then realised that Moira had stopped talking and was now watching him with a slight smile on her face "Aye yae're aboard the Electric Brae, it's been a while but it's still a hame frae hame" and with that he knew how Moira had tracked him down. Her 'friends' had an extensive network of contacts and operatives throughout the Lyran Commonwealth, so it would not have been too difficult for them to trace him to the FRR. For many years after graduation the pair had spent time aboard this DropShip, in this very cabin, working alongside their fellow Heimdall operatives to keep the Lyran nobility and leadership honest. It had felt overwhelming and eventually Mack had faced up to the reality that he could no longer dedicate himself to what he felt was a lost cause.

When he had signed onto the Grave Walkers, Mack had cut all ties with the shadowy organisation except one. Moira had stayed behind, not once questioning Mack’s choice and choosing to honour it but she had kept tabs on him and had been heartbroken when she learned of the destruction of the Grave Walkers second Regiment on Apollo. Then a chance sighting of the evacuees had been reported along with the presence of a huge, auburn haired and bearded man; she knew there could be only one such man amongst the Grave Walkers and had set about trying to find him. Moira explained how the network had traced him as he transferred through the Lyran Commonwealth and finally the trail had led them here, a backwater nowhere planet with an inordinate number of mercenaries and a local populace that didn't like them. A strange situation but the Republicans had learned they needed to tolerate the mercenaries or their small nation would simply cease to exist. Finally she stopped talking and looked at him, that same soft smile spreading across her face "A've got a surprise fur yae" she said simply, taking his hand and placing a small noteputer in his palm.

Mack finally forced himself to look away from those green eyes, the look of mischief sparkled from them, pressing the power button on the noteputer he watched as the screen slowly illuminated to show a picture. His breath froze and he found his head swimming, a pair of young children looks back at him; one with hazel brown eyes like his own and the other with brilliant green eyes, while both had auburn hair. It was hard for him to tell but they appeared to be four or five years old and their faces beamed with the happy carefree smiles of youth. He looked up at Moira to find her smiling proudly

"Aye ya big lump, that’s right, yae're a Da"

[WustenFuchs1991]

Gonna post tonight