Posted 05 June 2019 - 04:44 PM
[Hi Kentara! I've been wanting to get back into this hobby, and hoping that tying thing out here break down any blocks that I currently have. Thanks for the chance!]
Federated Suns Base X-Ray
Delgado, Baxter IV, Contested Space
5.18.3063 21:32hrs.
Damn it's hot. Billy thought morosely as he waited for the briefing to begin. All personnel seemed to be present, idling chatting while sipping away on lukewarm VitaOrange drinks. The merc squeezed the plastic bottle in his beefy hand taking a perverse pleasure with the bottle's groan of protest.
That AC unit even on? he wondered as another bead of sweat trickled down his back. Motion at the end of the room where someone placed a modest podium drew his attention, it looked like things were about to start. The merc grunted in satisfaction while putting his abused bottle down and produced a pocket knife from his vest's pocket to scrape the dirt out from under his fingernails while the brass delivered their monologue. He found that he was able to concentrate better and keep his mouth shut if he had something keeping his hands busy.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Today we are on an offensive mission to push out House Steiner Elements from the region. House Davion has paid us handsomely to eradicate as much as we can. We have been given scavenging rights to any threats we eliminate along the way. Our objective is a Space Port that Steiner is using as a refueling junction to get deeper into Davion space. Estimated force strength is 4 Lances, accompanied with 3 platoons of armored vehicles and infantry. We also believe there are dropships in the area and hostile air units. So be on your guard. Good hunting out there, mech warriors."
A bit later
Gods, why would anyone want to fight over this dustball? The mechwarrior thought while bringing his Wolverine up short as a dirtdevil drifted by lazily, pelting his medium mech's armor with grit as it made it's haphazard journey across the barren waste. There had to be some serious mineral deposits here, for no other reason came to mind as why two successor states would be willing to fight over something so... insignificant.
"Are you all about done yet? I'm ready to get this job done with. I could use some extra parts if these Steiner mechs have anything good." His commander's voice sounded in his neuralhelm's earpiece, sounding far away, yet irate.
He fixed the commander's battlemech, nay, omnimech, with an appraising glance. He wasn't sure what to make of the commander, though he understood and even echoed her sentiments. Though his Fancy (his mech) was once again up to fighting form, and even in the best condition it ever been in since he got his beefy hands on it all those years ago. Truth was, he too could use some toys for his mech. Despite all the tales he heard of the Clans, William had next to no experience with them, but he heard that they were excellent warriors and their tech was bleeding edge. He looked forward to seeing what this MadCat and it's commander cound do.
"Bones here. Sorry for the delay, Ma'am, I was just admiring this oh, so beautiful scenery." He joked, but then second guessed his statement as the dirt devil continued it's lazy journey. "Yeah, let's get this over with."
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Here is the write up/bio for Billy from the RP I had him in.
Name: William 'Billy' Ribbions
Callsign: Bones or Billy Bones
Role: Brawler
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 9/16/3030
Planet of Birth: Wallachia FWL
-Appearance- At first glance Billy appears to have a stocky body, but these looks are a bit deceiving. He possesses a dense bone structure, and well muscled frame, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He wears his thick raven colored hair in four inch long mini dreads styled upon his head in what he refers to as a 'Dreadhawk' with the back and sides of his head shaved to allow better reception with his neurohelm like most mechwarriors. While his body is also covered in the same thick hair, his arms sometimes has big bald spots in them. These are caused by him habitually testing out a knifes edge by seeing if he can shave with it. Many women (regular chicks) would consider him handsome, for he has a devilish smile and a well manicured goatee that gives him a sort of Roguish air about him. Above his left eye is a scar from when his head crashed through the windshield of his friend's car in an accident during his teenage years. Unlike most mercenaries, he doesn't dress in the normal garb of cargo-pants and paramilitary dress uniforms. He prefers simple yet effective clothing, denim Levilike pants, t-shirts, and simple heavy jackets. But he always wears a leather vest whenever he's not piloting his mech.
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 200lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Short thin dreadlocks with the sides and back of his head shaved.
Eye Color: Grey
Background: Born on the Free Worlds League planet of Wallachia to a language professor, and dean of the University of Wallachia, William was destined to follow in the family's footsteps of being an educator or master of the arts... That didn't happen. Instead the Andurien Succession happened shortly after his birth and the family fled as the revolt escalated. Retreating as the ripples of rebellion spread across the already unstable Free Worlds League, the family soon found themselves crossing over national borders, into the Lyran Commonwealth. With dwindling funds, and no real destination in sight, the family zeroed in on the game world, Solaris 7. Starting over on a new world was difficult. Father accepted (begrudgingly)a teachers position at a communal college in Solaris City. Struggling with a mere teacher's salary, mother went to work, and except for the hit and miss position as a translator for the already overstaffed government agencies, accepted a job as a secretary at Rainbow Stables. (*Snickers, I had to.) Shortly thereafter father was killed in what officials labeled as an explosion caused by a natural gas leak.
Growing up in a gladiatorial stable offered a young William chances that other kids would kill for. Besides the excellent benefits that mother received, which included schooling daycare, William grew up sneeking peaks at the gladiators and their mechs. This would leave a lasting impression on Will. For when he was old enough to go out on his own, he would usually be found in the stables mechyard. Through much pestering, pleading, and persistence Billy would get his chances to help out around the yard. First cleaning up, then later aiding the techs with simple repairs when he was able to, till one day he was even allowed to hitch a ride strapped into the foldout seat in a Catapult. It was decided then, he was going to be a MechWarrior and nothing would stop him. Mother begged Billy not to do it, but in the end she gave in and allowed him to accept special training from the MechWarriors of what was then known as Warlock Stables. Many hours of sim time ensued, but before he could strap himself into a battered COM-2D Commando he was hospitalized on his 18th birthday when he and his friends went out joy riding and crashed. Though for the most part unhurt, mother was furious, demanding that he'd give up his crazy thoughts of becoming a mech jock and enroll in school. But William wouldn't have any part of that and ran off to the Spaceport where he ran into some newly arriving mercenaries streaming into the port. After much dialogue, he was able to convince an outlandish looking tread-head wearing a c00n-skin cap to take him to his CO. With difficulty he was able to convince the funky accented merc to take him on as a tech and back up pilot. A year passed and Billy soon found himself finally behind the controls of a COM-2D Commando, but something was wrong... these guys weren't like the mercenaries that he'd hear about. These were borderline pirates, who would take odd jobs from some secretive employer. Often disguising their mechs as some random third party, the mercs would stage planetary raids on poorly garrisoned border worlds. Though he suspected that what he was doing was illegal, Billy kept his mouth shut. Time passed, and the young Wallacian soon found himself receiving promotions and higher pay. After one particularly brutal campaign on the Davion world of Midale (Future RP?) the bandits, for there was no hiding it anymore, retreated back to the word of Galeatta, a world for the desperate mercenary whom the law would judge as unsavory at best. While having their RR there, an odd bunch of merchants arrived, carrying a cargo of derelict mechs. Heavily rusted, caked in mud, and in desperate need of overhauls they were selling the mechs at dirt cheap (*snicker*) prices. The unit quickly bought several of the mechs. Two weeks later the MRBC cracked down on the unit, who was forced to disband, pay heavy restitutions to the planetary governments that they assaulted, and surrender. Billy was long gone by then, having joined up with some other band of cut-throats heading out to the Periphery. In the couple years since arriving on Kharkand Billy has put a lot of time and effort into making the Wolverine something to be proud of. The mech has issues though. The safety program is still in effect and every tech that Billy has met to this day have not been unable to crack it. So he uses a little used trick he's picked up over the years using magnets on a certain circutboard to create hiccup in the system just long enough to have the mechs systems come online
The GM wasn't too keen on having another mech with a PPC in the group so, we had to change it a bit.
-Mech-
Mech Class: Medium
Mech Model: WVR-BB (Billy Bones) Wolverine
Mech Loadout: For the most part it is the WVR-6M.
Armament: 1 Large Laser Engine: Core Tek 275
4 M.las Movement: 86.4 km/h
1 SRM 6 Jumps: 150 meters?
1 S.las
CASE
10 DHS, the 'old school freezers' finally replaced after a few cracked and leaked corrosive fluid which played havok with his mech's systems.
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