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[Orcinus]

The Grand Dragon opened its left hand, letting the now-useless hunk of slag fall to the ground. Damon's Jenner quickly vacated the scene through a side street, although the heavy 'mech had no such luxury available to it as it stared down the Thug.

I can't accelerate fast enough to get away before it recharges its PPCs. Looks like there's only one way to go.

Once more, he pushed the throttle forward.

As the Grand Dragon picked up speed and approached, the Thug fired another volley of SRMs. Six of them connected, rocking the ‘mech but failing to deter its advance. The Thug attempted to fire its PPCs again, but by that time, the Grand Dragon was already too close and they failed to make any impact.

As the two ‘mechs finally collided with each other, the Thug didn’t even budge.

There must be something else behind it.

The pulse lasers began to bore their way through the armor, the range being such that missing was nigh impossible. The assault ‘mech attempted another volley of SRMs, but the explosions only served to damage both ‘mechs.

The Grand Dragon flexed its right arm, pointing the ER PPC at the Thug. Unlike regular PPCs, extended range varieties are equally effective up close as they are at a distance. Double heat sinks mitigated the extra heat buildup that came with those benefits.

With its primary weapons useless and its secondary weapons nigh suicidal, the Thug was at the mercy of the Grand Dragon’s armament.

Until a point blank shot from its left PPC severed the Grand Dragon’s right arm at the elbow.

****!

Acting quickly, the Grand Dragon’s left hand lashed out and grabbed the Thug’s right arm, forcing it aside as it loosed another PPC shot. The left arm blasted into the Grand Dragon’s side before it began to sputter and spark violently.

That’s what happens when you disengage your inhibitor, pal.

Its left arm essentially defunct, the Thug attempted to wrest its other PPC out of the Grand Dragon’s grip. Pulse lasers incessantly chatting away, the stalemate was interrupted as machine gun fire peppered the Grand Dragon from behind.

[Thom Frankfurt]

With a shreek of protest the garage's double doors flew off their already tortured hinges, falling before the fury of the 45 ton Blackjack, Swampthing. Trotting down the street towards the oncoming tank which the mech's warbook taged as a Rommel. Seeing that, Thom brought his mech up short and activated his targeting system which tagged the range at just over 500 meters. He smiled and setteled his golden crosshairs over the center mass of the ugly red machine. They pulsed once indicating a lock and he squeezed the triggers for his main weapons.

Twin crackiling beams of manmade lightning shot out and slammed into the Rommel. The PPCs tore huge rents in the tanks frontal armor, but the thick armor withstood the onslaught. The tank counterd by firing it's LRMs, the missles streaked out and drummed against the Blackjack's torso denting the armor there, but otherwise not doing much. When the smoke cleared from the explosions Thom could see the tank turning to go down an alley.

Probably thinking I'm gonna chase him down. Smart move. I round that corner and I'm looking down the barrel of that monster cannon.

He triggered his jump jets and sent his mech soaring on a plum of ionized fire. He got a good look around, way off in the distance he saw an epic like explosion [[Goodbye Urbie!]] and an ASF doing it's best metor impersonation plumeting towards the ground. Choosing a spot on the next street over Thom landed the mech down, crushing a flatbed truck in the process.

"Oopsie's, my bad."

He shoved the throttle foward and brought his mech up to a jog. He went down to where the alley exited onto the new street and rounded the corner. Sure enough, the Rommel sat about twenty meters in the alley,waiting with turret pointed back towards the old street and with it the Mech-hunter AC.

"I diot! My's uncle rewrote da book on tank tactics!!!

His accent almost cleared up when he shouted.

He mashed down on the triggers and a quartet of ruby red beams flashed out and gouged out the already mangled armor. The beams scythed through the remaining bits of frontal armor and deep into the bowels of the tank, which erupted in it's own epic explosion. The old buildings on either side of the explosion caved in half buring the conflageration in bricks.

Checking his shortrange sensor he saw a bunch of static.

"Stupid jamming."

That explosion might attract unwanted attention...

Thom did a quick check of the comlines. Hisses and pops bombarded his ears and every once in awhile he heard garbled words. He wasn't sure what they were but was pretty sure it wasn't the 'good guys.'

He chuckled as a sudden idea came to mind. Stabbing away at keys to seldom used consoles, he acessed his music files. He turned up the volume and opened an open comm channel that whoever in the Dalban Micronics communication system's range could hear. He couldn't break their jamming, but he wasn't gonna just sit there and listen to static. He chuckled again as the strains of ancient Terran music [Metal anyone?] blasted over the comlines.

"I's should've been's a Raven pilot."

And with that comment he began to make his way at best speed back towards the depot where he left Graff and Lina. He couldn't help but notice that there was a lot more garbled conversations on the comms now.

Edited by Thom Frankfurt, 19 March 2012 - 03:28 PM.

[Damon Howe]

[[largely waiting on a certain centurion pilot. ]]

[Nor Azman]

[[*nods gravely* That Centurion was involved in a hit-and-run, knocking a Vulcan into a building before fleeing the scene. There are still insurance protocols to be observed even if its 3049! BT note: Does battlemechs have license plates? *mutters mutters*]]

Edited by Nor Azman, 18 March 2012 - 12:01 PM.

[Aedris Nova]

Name: Sterin Aedris
Rank: Major
Callsign: Demon Lead
Unit: 1st Davion Guards RCT
Battlemech: Centurion CN9-AL
Date & Place of Birth: 2/16/3016
Current Residence: Avalon City, New Avalon
Allegiance: Federated Suns, 1st Davion Royal Guards


Background:
An intellectual with membership at the New Avalon Institute of Science, Major Aedris is in command of Fifth battalion of the 1st Davion Guards RCT. His unit consists of 24 Centurion Medium mechs and 12 Jenner light and support mechs. The unit is currently on R&R.

Edited by Aedris Nova, 18 March 2012 - 04:38 PM.

[Thom Frankfurt]

Aedris Nova, on 18 March 2012 - 01:26 PM, said:

Name: Sterin Aedris
Rank: Major
Callsign: Demon Lead
Unit: 1st Davion Guards RCT
Battlemech: STO-4B Stiletto
Date & Place of Birth: 2/16/3116
Current Residence: Avalon City, New Avalon
Allegiance: Federated Suns, 1st Davion Royal Guards


Background:
An intellectual with membership at the New Avalon Institute of Science, Major Aedris is in command of Fifth battalion of the 1st Davion Guards RCT. His unit consists of 24 STO-4B Stilleto mechs and 12 various light and support mechs. The unit is currently on R&R.

[[Umm..... setting is in 3049. So unless you highjacked the Delorian from Marty McFly and Doc, you have some editing to do.]]

[Damon Howe]

Thom Frankfurt, on 18 March 2012 - 01:50 PM, said:

[[Umm..... setting is in 3049. So unless you highjacked the Delorian from Marty McFly and Doc, you have some editing to do.]]

[[His jumpship had a misjump Thom. Perfectly logical now. ]]

[Listless Nomad]

[[will update in the morrow - studying is absorbing my life]]

[Thom Frankfurt]

Listless Nomad, on 18 March 2012 - 08:49 PM, said:

[[will update in the morrow - studying is absorbing my life]]

[[Yeah, real life blows. I hate work. I should quit my job and become a mechwarrior... Oh Hell, mechs aren't invented yet.]]

Edited by Thom Frankfurt, 19 March 2012 - 03:17 PM.

[guardian wolf]

[[Okay, here is Phiro's battleplan for the current situation, as we have a friggin' Atlas, and probably more reinforcements to boot.]]


Phiro banked left to dodged the incoming fire from the new Jaggermech, and spotted the Atlas. A curse left his mouth, and he got on the horn with the drac. We needed to withdraw, now, before the rest of that Atlas’s friends shows up.

“Sal, get on the horn with your friends on the ground, we need to pull out, we’ll fly air cover, and get what we got out this god forsaken city. Guardian, tell your friend in the Marauder to move his mech to help cover the retreat,”

“Roger that,” was Draco’s response.

Phiro rolled left dodging some more of the enemy’s AA fire. He casually brought her around. This AA, was nothing compared to some of the things he had done, including some of the flying he had to do to get off of Bonette. He then decided it would be better to get lower, as he would weave in and out of the streets, so he could contact the unidentifieds below. They seemed friendly, but, one could never be too sure, and he was certainly sure that they would be more than a little pissed if they pulled out now, without notice. He flew down a street, and spotted the Jenner. He keyed his comms quickly, got a link with the Jenner.

“Hey, you might want to tell your buddies that we are pulling out, a fighting retreat, and it will either draw these idiots out of the city, or, at least give us a breather, so we can repair and reload,”

The Jenner turned, and he went flying overhead, barely managed to keep the comms on the Jenner. He waited for the coming response.

Aedris Nova, on 18 March 2012 - 01:26 PM, said:

Name: Sterin Aedris
Rank: Major
Callsign: Demon Lead
Unit: 1st Davion Guards RCT
Battlemech: Centurion CN9-AL
Date & Place of Birth: 2/16/3016
Current Residence: Avalon City, New Avalon
Allegiance: Federated Suns, 1st Davion Royal Guards


Background:
An intellectual with membership at the New Avalon Institute of Science, Major Aedris is in command of Fifth battalion of the 1st Davion Guards RCT. His unit consists of 24 Centurion Medium mechs and 12 Jenner light and support mechs. The unit is currently on R&R.

[[No ASF support? I thought you guys were all for combined arms.]]

Edited by guardian wolf, 19 March 2012 - 06:37 AM.

[Aedris Nova]

guardian wolf, on 19 March 2012 - 04:56 AM, said:

[[Okay, here is Phiro's battleplan for the current situation, as we have a friggin' Atlas, and probably more reinforcements to boot.]]


Phiro banked left to dodged the incoming fire from the new Jaggermech, and spotted the Atlas. A curse left his mouth, and he got on the horn with the drac. We needed to withdraw, now, before the rest of that Atlas’s friends shows up.

“Sal, get on the horn with your friends on the ground, we need to pull out, we’ll fly air cover, and get what we got out this god forsaken city. Guardian, tell your friend in the Marauder to move his mech to help cover the retreat,”

“Roger that,” was Draco’s response.

Phiro rolled left dodging some more of the enemy’s AA fire. He casually brought her around. This AA, was nothing compared to some of the things he had done, including some of the flying he had to do to get off of Bonette. He then decided it would be better to get lower, as he would weave in and out of the streets, so he could contact the unidentifieds below. They seemed friendly, but, one could never be too sure, and he was certainly sure that they would be more than a little pissed if they pulled out now, without notice. He flew down a street, and spotted the Jenner. He keyed his comms quickly, got a link with the Jenner.

“Hey, you might want to tell your buddies that we are pulling out, a fighting retreat, and it will either draw these idiots out of the city, or, at least give us a breather, so we can repair and reload,”

The Jenner turned, and he went flying overhead, barely managed to keep the comms on the Jenner. He waited for the coming response.



[[No ASF support? I thought you guys were all for combined arms.]]

[[The regiment is, but as a Major he is not authorized in the chain of command for Aerospace. However, a Lieutenant Colonel or higher can bring in more equipment to support the small battalion.]]

[Aedris Nova]

Major Aedris sat on the bridge of the dropship Executor. The brass mumbled to themselves about the current inconveniences with the Capellan Confederation. He looked fondly into the vast depths of space, and cursed himself for not becoming Aerospace. He became lost in his thoughts and ignored the passing moments.
"Major, get prepped!", barked the Colonel over the intercom.
Aedris remained perplexed, as he hadn't been following the briefing.
"Say again, sir? What for?"
The intercom roared again and blasted,
"Aedris, we have fighting nearby. As the nearest Federated Suns unit, we have been ordered to investigate. Especially, since one of the combatants is an officer of Robinson's Rangers. I'm hot-dropping your lance 90 klicks out. Move it, soldier!"

"Damn, those Rangers!", Aedris mumbled to himself, "Always dragging the rest of House Davion down with them!"

The Major pulled out his own comm, and alerted his 2 best Centurion pilots, and his XO, a Jenner pilot.

"Listen, up men...", blasted Aedris.

"Um, sir..." a rather feminine voice interrupted.

"...and you too Tanya. We've got one of 'em Rangers soiling the honor of House Davion by draggin' himself into a sticky situation. We're going to go rescue his sorry tin-can of a mech. Let's show them how the 1st does things."

"Sir, YES, Sir!"

The quartet assembled in the hangar bay and initiate final checks on their mechs. Once aboard, the operations officer bellowed over comms the go signal.

3

"All systems good, weapons operations", Sterin continued over his mech's radio

2

"Be ready team, we don't know how much resistance we will face down there".

1

"Godspeed. For House Davion."

The world turned in to a blur as the 50 ton suit a metal hurtled towards the surface.

[Damon Howe]

[[huh...it just got interesting around here. Real interesting...]]

[[In other news, remember peeps there's a Jammer still in affect. Unless you have ECM or Guardian ECM, or laser-communications, nobody is seeing anything on radar and communications are worthless...I think between me Orc and Nomad we've lead others to forget this (since two of us are sporting ECMs) so its just a friendly reminder. Radar and communications a bye-bye for now. ]]

[Thom Frankfurt]

Damon Howe, on 19 March 2012 - 03:21 PM, said:

[[huh...it just got interesting around here. Real interesting...]]

[[In other news, remember peeps there's a Jammer still in affect. Unless you have ECM or Guardian ECM, or laser-communications, nobody is seeing anything on radar and communications are worthless...I think between me Orc and Nomad we've lead others to forget this (since two of us are sporting ECMs) so its just a friendly reminder. Radar and communications a bye-bye for now. ]]

[[Didn't forget about it. But I edited some of my stuff so the jamming looks like it's as big of a pain as it is. Figured hisses, pops and garbled words (you know white noise and unintelligable words) would be a good discription. Oh and when I was able to actually hear and understand the 'bad guys,' it was when I was using their gear.]]

[[36 Fedrat mechs dropping in? Seriously?]]

Edited by Thom Frankfurt, 19 March 2012 - 03:43 PM.

[Damon Howe]

[[I do remember that you had their radio Thom, so no worries there...just making sure we're all on the same page. ]]

[Thom Frankfurt]

Damon Howe, on 19 March 2012 - 03:42 PM, said:

[[I do remember that you had their radio Thom, so no worries there...just making sure we're all on the same page. ]]

[[Totally.]]

[guardian wolf]

[[I have been communicating with laser comms for the time being, and that is the reason I had to relay orders to Draco, my main character, but he can't really do much right now, do to his hovercraft being gunnerless.]]

[Nor Azman]

[[Welcome Aderis Nova. Wish you were a time traveller though. Wish I had thought of that. Then character Azman can get away saying stuff like, "1.21 gigawatts! 1.21 gigawatts! That's what's needed to hotwire a battlemech!" "What the hell's a gigawatt?!" Anyway welcome Aeris Nova.

*rises concern* Am agreeing with Thom on this one. A entire lance is already one thing.... but an entire House Davion regiment? In Free Raselhague Republic, sovereign and independent? Oh yeah Happy Independence day FRR! Um... character Azman has always been a little paranoid, a conditioning since his CCAF days. *eyes Wolf's Dragoons*

So heres Azman's Conspiracy Theory. Understand FRR has a good military cooperation with House Steiner (LCAF side of AFFC) and House Kurita (DCMS). But it never did say anything with House Davion. And the timing of it all... A House Davion regiment conveniently nearby... an organized and well armed mercenary unit happened to go rouge... House Davion forces drops down to save the day… a highly orchestrated cover perhaps for House Davion invasion of FRR territory?
Heads up guys, a mastermind of the strings may have presented himself. *Azman bows humbly to Aedris Nova*

Wonder what GM Grafvitnir, or Lina Thoren, AFFC advisor will say anything about this. hehehe. Windborne Raven. Gotta love it.]]

Edited by Nor Azman, 19 March 2012 - 04:42 PM.

[Damon Howe]

[[Gotta wonder what Lt. Orc will say about it too...he may be a merc, but our merc unit is on contract with the FRR...so technically we have some jurisdiction as well. ]]

[Orcinus]

[[
Bio says that unit is on R&R.

Not entirely sure the AFFS would appreciate military equipment, let alone an entire regiment's worth, being shipped to the edge of the periphery with a unit that is on R&R.

Not entirely sure the FRR would appreciate an entire fully armed regiment, R&R or otherwise, from another nation passing through their territory.

Not gonna concern myself too heavily with it considering my current situation on the ground...
]]

Edited by Orcinus, 19 March 2012 - 05:01 PM.