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[guardian wolf]

[[Had to get to supper, sorry if that was a bit bad for anyone. Anyway, I am going to break down my post. The beginning is that part as part of my character's bio is that he is a part of the Wolf's Dragoons, and that he is has connections with the Seventh Kommando, which had been hearing reports of unidentified mechs in the area. So following up on this lead, they pushed the question to Jaime, who had told them that some clan mechs had strayed into the regions where Nathan had been. So, the Seventh while Draco was in the area, and also on Dylan's initiative gave him orders to investigate. As this leads into where he is selected to join clan wolf, ala his soon to be dead CO's last wishes. That takes place later, though. Also, I am sorry for the putting in convo for others, but, as I kinda got away with my typing, and posted before I realized I what I did]]


[[On further note, what would you guys suggest I change? And no offense taken take on the earlier post.]]

Edited by guardian wolf, 26 February 2012 - 07:47 PM.

[Listless Nomad]

[[waiting on what Lina does before I update my portion]]

[Damon Howe]

guardian wolf, on 26 February 2012 - 07:39 PM, said:

[[On further note, what would you guys suggest I change? And no offense taken take on the earlier post.]]

[[Your background is interesting, and I can see now how it fits. I would say that it would fit better to say that you 'recognize it' but you don't know much...other than if you're assumptions are correct, its a 'well balanced' and 'powerful' mech. It would be best to say you don't know if it's Star League or not...that way we can keep it canon but take into account your heritage. Would that work?

Plus: Just making sure...can never tell who on the internet gets offended at what these days, lol]]

[guardian wolf]

[[Right then will resubmit altered post, and to explain why he was nominated for entry into Clan Wolf from the outside, was because Dylan was one of the original Wolves that came with Jaime, and he was impressed with his performance, and this is a test to see if he really is the right stuff.]]

[Damon Howe]

[[understood; my character is second generation Wolf's Dragoons, who was sent on assignment to the FRR...now my loyalties lie about half-and-half so to speak]]

[Grafvitnir]

"Aegishjalm I carry between my brows." Graaf whispered, as if in prayer, and his hand tightened around the hilt of his sword.

He watched as the merc approached the table, and when Lina sprang into action, he was ready. He drew his laspistol as he stood and turned, in an instant the harsh buzz of capacitors discharging joined the chorus of gunfire, and the leftmost merc fell back as his chest ignited under the laser's intense heat. At the same time he heard the gut-tightening sound of energy-dense liquid fuel igniting under pressure, and felt the heat wash across his back.
Then his sword was out in a flash of steel, prepared to charge any Dalian Guards who survived their onslaught.

[[Update: I've been working on a world map for Vekfaren, here's the globe: http://worldgen-1.bi...=83&motif=SciFi
I'm working on an annotated version with place names and geography, but I don't have anywhere to host it at the moment. The setting is the north-west peninsula of the biggest continent, Rundvik is on the south-west coast, and the capital of Hebridan is to the north-east.]]

Edited by Grafvitnir, 26 February 2012 - 08:15 PM.

[Listless Nomad]

In an instant, James’ entire world exploded. The Lyran officer had stood up, as if seeming to surrender, before pulling a pistol and firing at the flamer wielding merc. The slug round easily penetrated the armor of the gas cylinder of the unit, causing the weapon and the merc holding it to explode into flame. The heat and explosion occurred nearby to James, and threw him to the floor. Pulling his pistol, James snapped off a shot at the other merc guarding the door. The flechette rounds gnawed into the flesh around the man’s knee, dropping him to the floor. Another round caught the prostrate merc in the face, ending his thrashing. The fire began spreading with the copious amounts of grain alcohol spilled around the bar, and it was time to get out of there.

[Damon Howe]

The second the gunfight erupted Damon kicked himself off the table, launching his chair on its back and him with it. Rolling with the momentum, he tucked his knees in and completed his sloppy somersault on his feet...before the momentum carried him just a bit further into the bar itself, knocking over an empty bar stool in the process.

Muttering curses and rubbing his head, Damon watched the furious gunfight erupt around him and quickly drew his knife from his ankle holster...not that it would do much against laser fire, but it was something nonetheless.

It was then that he noticed the flames from the first man quickly spreading across the floor, and suddenly thought that 'finishing the fight' might actually have to wait a bit.

[[Edit: World looks legit...]]

Edited by Damon Howe, 26 February 2012 - 08:19 PM.

[Listless Nomad]

James watched as his buddy from the bar flipped out of his chair and landed with a thud not too far from where he lay crouched. James fired off a quick round at a merc hiding behind a booth towards the back of the bar. The flechette needles buried themselves within the wood of the seatback, but merely forced the merc to duck for a moment. Realizing that he was exposed to fire, and had now drawn attention to himself - James decided it was time to leave the bar. Seeing that the man next to him had only a knife, James called out to him above the rising gunfire.

"Hey buddy! We have to get the hell out of here! The door is clear - lets move!"

Firing off another round in the general direction of the hiding merc, James began scrambling for the door.

[Damon Howe]

[[...still too much I think Guardian Wolf. remember the dragoons pretty much left everyone in the dark for nearly 50 years...even though they would know everything about the clans, they didn't even elude to the fact that they knew what was going on all along until 2051...two years after the invasion began. It's best to completely play dumb...so to speak.

...also, why not just go back and edit the last post you made? that'd at least put it in line with the rest of the storyline...

Edit: Thanks man!]]

Edited by Damon Howe, 26 February 2012 - 08:35 PM.

[Damon Howe]

Not taking no for an answer, Damon vaulted after the man who called out to him, quickly realizing it was the man from the bar earlier. Not wanting to leave the fight so soon but also really enjoying the piece of real-estate called his skin, he bolted after him to the door.

"Catch up with us if you can, we won't be too far off!" He called back, hoping the others took notice. If not, he was sure he would see them later anyways.

[guardian wolf]

[[I will just redo it later, and introduce it differently, as we have a gunfight going on right now]]
When Draco saw the guns pulled, he immediately reacted, by first smashing his half empty mug into head of the nearest merc, and then pulled his pistol out and shot another. He immediately grabbed Nathan, and shoved him back to avoid the gunfire. He saw two of the men make a go for the door, and shouted at Nathan.
"Let's go, we gotta get out of this **** NOW!!"
Nathan got up, and they made their way to the door, and the Lyran was close behind.

[Damon Howe]

[[...so....just a recount....at least 3 are dead: 1 at the door, the one with the flamer, and at least one more standing near the table]]

[Grafvitnir]

[[Lina shot the flamer, and immolated the poor merc, leaving one more if someone wants to get on that.]]

"HALT! You'll be gunned down like dogs if you go that way! There's a cellar behind the bar with a door to the back alley, I grew up here, so I know this town like the back of my hand. Hopefully that advantage will be enough to get us to our 'Mechs.
Alvfinnur?"
The big, bearded barman was crouched behind the bar with a shotgun, and, having put the fire out with a well-aimed pitcher of water, gestured towards the cellar hatch, which many mechanics and locals were already jumping through.
There was one Guard still shooting, and at least two patrons had been caught in the crossfire, injured or dead was impossible to tell in the chaos.
"First priority if we can get to the 'Mechs has to be leading the mercenaries out of town; they must have their own 'Mechs to keep this place locked down, and we can't put any more lives at risk!"

Edited by Grafvitnir, 26 February 2012 - 08:44 PM.

[Damon Howe]

[[I think it's too late for two of us mate...good try though. ]]

[Listless Nomad]

James took the door fully in the shoulder, knocking it off its hinges and sending James sprawling into the street. Shaking his head to clear his vision, he saw that the city was in chaos. Smoke filled the street as did, debris from buildings. On the corner of the next intersection, a local policeman lay motionless in a growing pool of blood. A shotgun lay unattended near him. In the distance, the rumble of autocannons and the crackle of PPCs could be heard. With the number of dropships in town currently, it's likely that the mercs were encountering more resistance than they would have liked.

Gathering himself to his feet, James saw his friend from the bar run through the broken doorway after him. James pointed towards the dead policeman.

"Hey buddy, grab a weapon and let's get going."

[Damon Howe]

Looking back into the bar after hearing a shout of 'wait', Damon realized this was no time to wait. Gunfire was erupting all around him in the streets, and he needed a gun...fast.

"Hey buddy, grab a weapon and let's get going."

Damon turned to his new unlikely ally, who was pointing to a dead policeman laying on the streets corner. Quickly surveying the area to make sure he wasn't running into a killbox, Damon crouch-ran over to the fallen officer and grabbed the shotgun, noticing it was one round short in the barrel. After a quick analysis, he saw it could hold five rounds in the chamber, and had a rack for eight more on the side. Grabbing the officer's ammo pouch and slinging it around his shoulder, Damon shouldered the shotgun and loaded the second round before rushing back to where his partner had found cover.

"Callsign's Raven. We'll exchange pleasantries some other time," Damon shouted, drawing up a line of fire down the street.

[guardian wolf]

Draco saw the man open the hatch and directed Nathan through while he fired his laser pistol at the other enemy tangos. After watching the last go through, he took a hidden grenade from the back of his belt, and threw it behind a table. He then dived through the door, and shut it as the grenade exploded.

[Listless Nomad]

Holding his weapon at the ready, James moved into a side alley next to the bar and motioned his friend over.

Scanning the street for contacts, James introduced himself as well.

"Captain James Söderlund, 1st Robinson. Where the hell are the rest of those guys?" James took his eyes off the street for a moment and settled into a crouch. "You are a mech driver right? Where's yours parked? We need to get mobile fast."

[Lina Thoren]

[[OOC: Assume this came in before Draco tossed the grenade. After might be a little messy. ]]

Instinctively Lina hit the floor as the flamer's tank went up, still clutching her (now very empty) revolver, shielding her face as best she could, Everything had gone as planned...except for the huge orange-white spots she was now desperately trying to blink out of her eyes, temporarily flash-blinded by the explosion. It was chaos: she heard some of them heading for the door, others for the bar....

Swearing in every language she knew, she rolled towards the bar (she hoped), hoping to at least grab some cover while her eyes cleared. Given the barman's warning, and how she was armed, she'd fare better that way than on the street.

Reaching for one of her fspeed strips, Lina ejected her empties and fed five new rounds into her gun, having practiced enough to do it by touch. The few seconds that took gaver her eyes time to clear--a little, anyway--and she followed the barman's instructions more by sound than by sight. She heard someone shut the door a few seconds after she slipped through, followed by a muffled explosion.

"Which way??" Her vision was slowly returning, but in hindsight Lina realized she should probably have seen her 'Mech to the hangar before coming to the bar.

Edited by Lina Thoren, 26 February 2012 - 08:58 PM.