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[Sloth901]

"Ok im afraid we have no such facility here. I just hotdropped in but we have another dropship planet side however that is the otherside of where Stoner 2 here came from, The massive mech gestured towards the limping Maraurder, form up with us we're planning on holding here untill we have a strong enough force to take on the Atlas, we will try and defend you untill we can find a suitable place for you to rearm" Will caught a Flash in the corner of his eye followed shortly by a thud as several tonnes of metal shook the very ground they were on "Spear, its about time you joined us, you must be getting old"

[[ok Gaurdian We'll meet up with you shortly, as for spears enterance thats an opening for a friend]]

Edited by Sloth901, 20 March 2012 - 12:24 PM.

[Damon Howe]

[[Reserved for post...Damon is about to screw with that Jammer a little.....muhahahaha.....]]

[[[....fffffffff.....accidentally deleted my post....will try again later....]]

Edited by Damon Howe, 20 March 2012 - 02:21 PM.

[Durgan Carlyle]

Sloth901, on 20 March 2012 - 11:43 AM, said:

"Ok im afraid we have no such facility here. I just hotdropped in but we have another dropship planet side however that is the otherside of where Stoner 2 here came from, The massive mech gestured towards the limping Maraurder, form up with us we're planning on holding here untill we have a strong enough force to take on the Atlas, we will try and defend you untill we can find a suitable place for you to rearm"

Durgan moved into position with the Rifleman " I wont be a lot of help in the combat arms section but I can shuttle supplies, men, and wounded for you. Should be able to run recon, some comms, and rescue mission if you got anyone down out there just let me know what you need."

Edited by Durgan Carlyle, 20 March 2012 - 05:50 PM.

[Damon Howe]

Damon found himself on the outskirts of the city, overlooking the landing pads for what he suspected (knew) was the main landing zone of the Delian Guards. Standing on top of a 6 story building, he thought about how much had happened since that fateful encounter with the Atlas...

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***k, buck, suck, nuck....duck...I'm so freaking SCREWED!! Damon thought to himself as he throttled his mech to get up off the roof. As he did so the building shook from under him, adding to the urgency of the situation. A laser communication channel opened up on his display, and he immediately keyed it off.

I don't care how important it is, THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR IT!!!!

Damon took two steps and jumped again, landing on another building not far away. Out of the line of sight for most of the enemy forces below him, Damon luckily made this jump unscathed. From that point on, the chase began.

For Damon, things went from bad to worse. Though his ECM had now reactivated, the enemy was already tracking his every movement. The force he encountered quickly broke off, probably for their original targets...his lancemates. Meanwhile, they had effectively chased him northwest away from the battle...and towards an entire line of armor, infantry and mechs. While the 'line' consisted of a mixed medium and light lance of mechs and two lances of armor, it was still way more firepower than Damon was capable of handling. Before they could gain a visual and close in without radar, Damon turned west and disappeared, his ECM covering his escape.

His escape, which led him to where he was now.

Effectively, he had a company of armor and two lances of mechs between him and his fighting partners. there was no way he could get back to them without taking a long walk around, or punching straight through (a suicidal move). So Damon did the only thing he could do; made straight for the original target.

And boy, was it a target.

Two targets, to be more precise. The large open expanse leading to the actual landing pads was a demonstration to just what exactly was on the line. Mechs and armor littered the field and tarmac, some Delian, but most of it KungArme and what looked like local vehicles. And most of them were facing away from the two enemy dropships stationed on the pads - for a good reason.

The first was a Union. Impressive, but not overly impressive.

The second was an Overlord.

Yep.

Damon watched as an assault lance patrolled the area. He knew he didn't stand a chance here, and as a large explosion, muffled by the cockpit, echoed in the background, Damon knew he had to move. Now.

So he did. He moved closer.

Not much closer, mind you. The Overlord would spot him a klic away on a building, and the mechs patrolling would spot him on the ground. However, he needed to get just within range of his ECM to perform one of his greatest means of destruction and chaos, so really, he didn't have a choice.

Waiting a second for the mechs to turn, Damon jumped briefly, landing on another 5 story building not 800m from the Overlord. The building was reinforced, had a wall around its roof, and seemed to be built to withstand the close proximity to a dropship pad that may cause lesser buildings to...well, you know.

Damon looked up at the impressive ship. Even from here, Damon was terrified.

He had no time to waste. Damon dropped his ECM's main function, active radar jamming and communications distortion. He also powered down his mech to minimum, leaving only his computer and immediate sensors online for the moment. He then sent a laser communication beam to the dropship.

And from there, things got interesting.

Damon knew the ability of the ECM to disrupt communications was more than just a battlefield tactic to be one up on the enemy. Used correctly in direct communications, it could be used as a means to virally hack an enemy computer, take over their systems, and effectively make any computer-dependent equipment on the battlefield his playtoy so long as defenses weren't in place. There were only two problems with the theory.

-It required an enormous amount of concentration and skill...which meant it couldn't be done from a running gunning mech.
-It required its enemy to be incredibly still for a long period of time and allow him to work his majic.

Which is why this was perfect.

Damon's fingers fluttered over the keyboards as his auto-viruses and worms did the trick. He couldn't go for the weapons systems, the drives, or pilot controls...that would be too obvious, they would see him right away and he'd be dead where he stood. Damon eyed the Atlas passing too close for his comfort.

Well now...here we go...Integrated equipment. That could be anything. And for Damon it meant 'Jackpot'. And after a few more seconds he knew he was right.\

Found you, Mr. Jammer. Warning lights started flashing, the system had spotted him. No matter, it was all over now. Damon rerouted his systems to escape the anti-virus programming attempting to pinpoint his location. His virus' were already in the system and working on their own, so he could afford to sever the link for brief seconds to throw off the counter-measures being against him. And with one final upload, Damon figured if anything, he at least bought time.

The enemy Jammer, while still active in disrupting his own communications, was now flooding the enemies as well....with images, videos and soundbites that gave his lance its name and made them famous throughout the Skjaldborg.

Electronic Warfare sure is....an awesome thing.



[[what? ecchi? no I didn't send this across the screens of every Delian mechwarrior still fighting... ]]

[[also, yes Damon is in trouble...the enemy knows he's around somewhere...but they can't pinpoint him yet, which means unless he moves, he won't be found for a few minutes while he counters the measures being sent his way to detect him.]]

[[2nd Battalion Drakjargare, Striker Company, Lance One. Nickname: Ecchi Lance. Specialty: Electronic Warfare.
Yes, it just got goofy. But that's seriously what we run RP-wise, and boy what an effect it would have on a real battlefield...]]

Edited by Damon Howe, 20 March 2012 - 07:09 PM.

[Orcinus]

The Thug’s remaining arm, steadily being squeezed within the Grand Dragon’s grip, eventually gave way and buckled in on itself. The limb slipped out of the Grand Dragon’s grip and the two ‘mechs stepped back facing each other.

The pilot is a woman. And she is an experienced pilot by the looks of it.

An experienced pilot in agony. She was screaming, just as he was. Tears streamed from her eyes, just as they did from his.

So this is what it’s like…?

Instead of answering, she exploded. The huge blast knocked the ‘mech backwards several paces. He had to wrestle with his controls and barely managed to stay standing.

Alerts and warnings blared at him from all directions. Armor breach here. Coolant failure there.

Turn around.

With legs that were still somehow intact, the Grand Dragon turned to face the more serious problem that had arrived.

Well, well. Looks like they sent in their big guns.

After looking around briefly, the Grand Dragon slowly bent down and picked up the object laying nearby—its discarded right arm—and wielded it as a club.

Well, I guess my PPC would be useful for this fight…

He paused as he took in his new surroundings.

In his scuffle with the Thug, he had missed out on a few developments. The Atlas had not torn him to shreds with its AC/20. The machine guns had long since stopped firing into his back. In fact, the Vulcan lay prone off to one side. And off to the other side, the Centurion, with the Vulcan’s arm in its grip, had collapsed into a building and was now taking slug after massive slug.

Captain!

The throttle was pushed once more as the external mic was reengaged.

“Your fight is with me, Ugly!”

The inexorable chatter of pulse lasers resumed as the Grand Dragon charged its next opponent.

[[Cue ecchi intervention in 3… 2… 1…]]

[RogueSpear]

[[Hey guys, mind another addition? Sloth advised me to join, but I didn't realize he'd actually written me in! (Didn't realize when you mentioned my entrance earlier that that was a post you'd already written!) I've read up to date - I see Guardian is still the galaxy's most flamboyant Dragoon
And I have to say, Azman, I love your character. Rarely have I seen an RP character of such insanity pulled off with that intelligence - it fits, it's funny, and I have no idea what you're going to come out with next. I love it

Character: Colonel Gavin Felth, leader of the Rogue's Armoured Irregulars, operating out of New Caledonia. Callsign 'RogueSpear'
Appearance: 5' 11", short, loosely cropped naturally dark ginger beard. Since Bonette he's grown his hair out, wearing it in a ponytail while in his 'Mech, often leaving it loose when dismounted. He wears a coolant vest under a full bodyglove fitted with light flak panels to deflect small arms fire. The panels and his helm are a dark, smoked steel colour, the black undersuit is crisscrossed by bright red lines in an angular pattern. Should the panels be unclipped, the pattern can be seen to continue under them. He has piercing blue eyes, cold and focused as cut ice when his anger is roused, but soft and laughing in nature when he's relaxed. He has a plain stainless steel combat knife secured firmly and flatly to his left hip in a black leather holster, atop the outer flak plate the length of his thigh. A large bore pistol with a long barrel and small clip mirrors it on his right hip.
As it did when he was on Bonette, he has a light machine gun strapped to the right of his pilotting chair, a survival pack with a dozen of the 50 round drum barrels and basic survival gear, as well as a few days rations is fitted to the bottom on a steel pedal to protect it from backblast from the seat's booster. Some things it seems, never change.
Mech: Devastator DVS-2RAI, a custom variant designed by the Irregular's lead tech. Described below

Note: Grafvitnir, I know I said I was bringing a Men Shen, but it turns out it doesn't exist for over 15 years - so after finding the Eisenfaust, I'm using a customized version of the original. The Irregulars are about the closest thing the IS has to a bunch of tech heretics, they have a habit of finding very old, near useless chassis' and deciding to make them work...
WARNING: Long intro post ahead]]

2 Months previously, Solaris VII.

"Close it up Green 3, enemy Commando is flanking."
"Aff Iron Lead."
"4 to Iron Lead, permission to neutralize commando?"
Spear hesitated briefly. They only faced the commando and one Zeus from that lance, and a lone Hunchback from another. "Aff Green 4. 2, flank left."

In a bar near the arena, Will Andor watched the Irregular's slogging through the jungle. Seeing his old friend's units on the table, and with nothing better to do he'd stopped by one of the many bars on Solaris devoted to the games. A huge screen dominated the wall. The Irregulars regularly trained new recruits on Solaris, and he could hear mutters from the other patrons that in the last two years they'd been testing some of their more esoteric conversions. The Devastator he was looking at certainly fit the bill for that last. It's radically changed bulk, slightly torn and smoking slightly (From heat or damage he wasn't sure) stalked off center to it's torso, heading right around the large hill before it. It's trademark smoked steel panelling was bordered with the dark black undercoat and rich red patterns of one of the Irregular's first company, but bore no logos or identifying marks. The torso pointed squarely at where the Zeus on the opposite side of the hill was lurching round to meet it. Will wondered idly whether he knew the Irregular's leader, or if it was one of the warriors Spear had had to replace since Bonette. Either way, the pilot was skilled. To the Devastator's left was a A smaller 'mech he didn't recognise tagged as an 'Eisenfaust' matching the Devastator's speed, preparing for a flank on the Zeus. A JM6-DD was moving to deal with the darting Commando and keep it away from the Catapult that rounded out the Irregular's lance. The three smaller 'mechs bore thin bright green patterns instead of the rich red, which Will knew denoted trainees accepted into the MercCorp. The screen focussed suddenly on the Jagermech and Commando, as the heavier mech abruptly opened up a hail of autocannon fire as the commando was just rounding a corner, and Will realized that in addition to it's advanced targetting computer it was mounting a Beagle Active Probe - expensive technology, but very potent. The Commando erupted in a bombardment of explosions, the zoom showing cluster shot mixing with the standard shells and the Commando pilot ejected.

"Green 4 reports target down. Forming on 3."
"Copy Green 4. Green 2, let's finish this." Spear pushed round the hill as he pushed the Devastator out of it's steady walk and into a lumbering run. As he caught the shoulder spikes of the Zeus appear on over the hill, he triggered the lamppack on his right shoulder, and it immediately pulsed into blinding light as the shutter snapped open and shut at nearly ten times a second. In the bright light of the jungle it wouldn't blind the Zeus pilot, but it did disorientate him. The Zeus reeled as Spear slammed two AC-10 shells into it's torso in rapid succession, one of his PPC shots flying wide but the other neatly fused several of the barrels of the enemy mech's LRM launcher. Twisting his torso sideways, he took only a glancing hit from the stream of small calibre shells from the Zeus' AC-5 (Using the smaller submunition type he favoured for use on his AA 'mechs like Green 4's Jagermech) while his own weapons reloaded, shaving a small amount of armour off his right torso but not dealing any major damage. Pulling the big mech short he sidestepped, changing the big mech's vector roughly 230 degrees and throwing off his opponents recovering aim. As his two medium lasers stabbed out, he saw the assault stagger gently as a series of lasers stabbed into it's rear before a loud boom sent a gauss slug tearing through the Zeus' left torso, Knowing he was done, the Zeus pilot punched out.
"Good kill Green 2, Thr-" A loud horn blasted out and he realized the Hunchback had called it a day too. He laughed, the tension flowing out of his body immediately. "Well done Green Lance, that's four games running without a loss!"
"So..."
"So yeah, you get to play with the big boys now. Drinks on me in 15 minutes, so let's get these back to the techs, collect the winnings, and spend my share on...whatever you want really"

Will whistled from his seat in the bar. The little Eisenfaust had proved to be dangerously well armed for a 45 tonner, packing a Gauss Rifle and several lasers. Grinning he turned to the group of sour faced techs next to him. "I believe the bet was 500 C-Bills...each?"

Nearly exactly fifteen minutes later Spear strolled laughing through the door of the bar, the three new Irregulars in tow, and stopped dead in his tracks as he recognized Will, as the Vulkaneer counted the C-Bills before him. Motioning his companions to act naturally, he walked obliquely past his friend to the bar, making as if to lean on it...and instead swivelled, grabbing Will's stool and pulling it out from under him. The Vulkaneer hit the ground with a curse, rolling backwards and kicking into Spear's stomach as he vaulted backwards, knocking the Irregular to the ground and landing it on top of him. His fist froze as it raised, partly in the shock of recognition and partly as he realized Spear still had the barstool.
As smoothly as he could with a knee in his throat, Spear grinned and said "Boo!"

Several drinks later, as Spear and Will chucked a drunken Kenneth Hooper, callsign 'Kagemaru' onto his bunk, Spear hiccupped. "If you think you might need backup Will, we'll head along with you. Adds three weeks to our travel time, but Sara and Zak aren't expecting us back for another 8. This lot shaped up fast. And Relentless won't be online inside of a year, so I'll be using the Ironborn ​anyway."
Will shook his head. "I appreciate the-Hic-*********...offer Spear, but I can't ask you to do that."
Spear did his best to straighten, somehow managing a diagonal even leaning against the doorframe. "Subcommander William Andor of the Vul-hic-neers, that report claims one 'mech tore down 4 of yours with ease. I am offering, free of charge, to back you up with a mechwarrior and 3 ablative shields-" A mumbled grumble came from the bunk, "Shut up Hooper, with no obligations other than directions to the lavvie, 'cos I can't remember where it -hic- is and I am dying for a ****."
Will couldn't help but laugh at that. "This is your dr-hic-ship Gav, I don't know where the toilet is. But if you'll stop leaning across the doorway, I will help you find it."

So it was with considerable shock when two weeks later Will found Spear sitting in rec room on the Jumpship he'd bought passage on with the warriors of Green lance. "Spear what are yo-" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Scrap that. Just..."
Spear stood up from the table he was sitting at. "Because Subcommander, you are my friend, and I will not let you go off adventuring alone in a Rifleman as we both know fine well you will for a 'Mech that will cut you down in seconds." He held up a hand as Will began to protest. "So I've sent word ahead to RAIHQ with two messages. The first is to invest 2 million C-Bills in the Vulkaneers. The second is that I am protecting a previous business investment with the newly inducted members of Green Lance. Allow me to introduce you again to Kenneth Hooper, callsign Kagemaru, Niall Birch, callsign DarthSpade, and Daniel Mulhall, callsign Red Duck. Now shut up, sit down, and then unshut up and tell us where we're going, because I genuinely don't remember so I just told the captain to let us off when you did.'
Will sighed with a resigned smile. "You really are a c*nt Spear."
"I think you'll find it's pronounced 'The best damn friend you'll ever have', and you're welcome."

One hour previous, Vekfaren

Spear looked down at his P-Comm as went off, relieved of the interruption from the paperwork he was halfheartedly toiling through.

++NEW MESSAGE++
++From: Will Andor++
++Message Begins++
++Firefight dirtside++Hotdropping++You coming?++PS randoms, not pictMech++
++Message ends++

Spear blinked for a moment, then reached for the button on the wall mounted intercom. Taking a deep breath, he pushed down on the button.
"IRREGULARS!"

Present.

Spear's HUD flickered as the huge Devastator hit the ground, even with the deceleration provided by the jet rig, 90 tonnes of 'mech dropped from 5,000 feet lands hard. Straightening from the crouch he'd landed in, Ironborn automatically disengaging the rig that confined it. "Old my ***." He growled as the thumps of his lance hit the ground, and in the sky he saw the jade and smoke hull of their Leopard dropship, Hammerzeit, soaring past. Over someone's speakers, he heard the music start. They do learn fast. "Let's dance."

[[I'll describe the arnament of the 'mechs next post, it's 5:30 AM here and I've been writing since 3 xD I do a lot of fact checking on these things...especially when I should be sleeping. For those curious, the music is this: .]]

[Charles Martel]

A sudden burst of autocannon fire from the Jagermech forced Charles to break off his attempt to contact the VTOL.

"That was annoying." he muttered as he evaded the autocannon rounds. The Jager seemed to be satisfied that it had warned him off as it turned to bring its weapons to bear on an absolute wreck of a Grand Dragon that was facing the Atlas the Jager was defending. "Targeting a wounded opponent for a surprise, dishonorable I think." In fact, it supremely infuriated him, but not that he'd ever show it. He dropped to street level and began a run on the Jagermech. Apparently the Jager noticed as it brought one arm to bear and fired autocannon rounds, which Charles deftly evaded. He's done this before, up against far better. He checked his aim, and satisfied he unleashed a chainfire sequence of his laser armament with graphic results, the three sequential beams all hit the knee of the leg facing him in the same point, with the final large laser beam being the final straw as molten spall spewed out the other side of the knee and the Jagermech fell onto its now badly damaged knee. The Jager's pilot tried to get back up, but Charles had another plan, as he closed the distance very swiftly, shifting into mech mode. One foot planted onto the arm on the Jagermech's injured side, as Charles used his Phoenix Hawk LAM's hand to grab the other arm of the Jager, while in the LAM's other arm was that large laser, now leveled at the Jagermech's cockpit.

Charles observed the Jager's pilot, the fool should eject, but he saw one finger start to move to fire the Jager's torso-mounted lasers, and Charles didn't let him. "Shine.", Charles said in Japanese as he fired the large laser, turning the Jager's cockpit into an inferno.

Not taking time to observe the results, Charles shifted the LAM to air-mech mode and took off in a hurry, taking the first turn available, which was a good idea as shortly after that turn an autocannon salvo from one of the Hunchback's destroyed the corner building. Building speed, Charles shifted the LAM to fighter mode and powerclimbed, piling on the altitude in an awful hurry.

[[Soundtrack for that moment, Utah Saints - Techknowledgy]]

Edited by Charles Martel, 20 March 2012 - 10:45 PM.

[Lina Thoren]

[[Finally: ACTUAL CONTENT! Huge thanks to Nor Azman, for the well-wishes...and to you and Charles Martel. Without your offering me a "In" and an update, I'd still be scratching my head trying to figure out how to get back into this thing. XD Now let's see if I can do so without making too great a hash of things.]]

Lina, for her part, was (re)discovering the difficulties involved in modern combat with neither reliable comms not a clear chain of command. She'd plunged into the narrow streets, attempting to get behind the incoming Bombadier, only to watch as it and its lancemates went down (or in some cases, went up), one after another. Thanks to the jamming, there was no way for her to deliver indirect fire, even if she had been willing to risk the collateral damage, so she'd gone passive, reducing her sensor footprint as much as possible at the price of being nearly blind herself. And so her part in the battle thus far had been limited to an occasional laser beam or well-aimed foot at any Dalian infantry who attempted to engage her. She was acutely aware that the PBIs were a lot more dangerous here, and could be relaying her position, so she made certain to fire her jump jets occasional, hopping a block or two laterally before she continued.

After a few minutes, she was fairly sure the Dalian main force would have no idea where she was. Bad news was, neither would her new allies...and as her INS wasn't set for Vekfaren yet, and she wasn't able to reach the local SatNav network (assuming this rock even had one), she was only slightly more certain herself.

Both her standing orders and instincts advised her against trying to assert any sort of command authority here: The FRR did not want to be a client state of either of the Houses bordering it, and had ways of dealing with FedCom or Kuritan personnel who forgot that fact. And she didn't blame them. National pride, however, was going to get them all killed at this rate--

Charles Martel, on 19 March 2012 - 09:47 PM, said:

"Hauptman Thorsen, the Dalians have reinforcements inbound, the lance is anchored by an Atlas. I recommend a withdrawal to try and repair and reload, and get this fight out of this city. Additionally, I had visual on a regiment-worth of mechs being hot dropped, status and affiliation unknown. Please relay this to Kavellrist Grafvitnir as I just noticed something that needs attention."

Sure....if I can find him again in this mess! she thought bitterly, too annoyed to even correct the man's mangling of her surname. Orders or no, someone was going to have to take command...and thanks to the jamming, the would mean getting out of the city to regroup, lure the Dalians after them or both.

She turned back in the direction Sho-Sa Martel indicated. She couldn't make out the Atlas, though she did see what appeared to be a Hunchback's...well, back, as it headed back in the direction from which she'd been laterally-shifting, accompanied by armor and mechanized infantry....Behind them, she realized. I'm in behind them. And though a single 'Mech wasn't going to d a terrible lot of good against these odds, it did create an opportunity....

"Salaryman!" she yelled, keeping her words brief to get this out before the LAM's comm laser broke contact again. Most of the buildings between her and the Phoenix Hawk were fairly low here; thank Blake for small favors. "Can't reach anyone through the jamming. Relay following to ALL non-Dalian units you find: 'Withdraw from Rundvik, regroup outside of town, opposite side incoming regiment! Will buy time then join you.' Out!"

Quiclly Lina determined her priority of targets. Technically, the tanks and APCs made the most sense, as they were thin-skinned and more easily downed....but for some reason, people didn't start paying a skirmisher any mind until it started taking out 'Mechs.. And thus she lined up with the Hunchback, left rear quarter, even as she flipped her targeting radars back on.

Immediately the enemy force reacted: tanks screeching to a halt and reversing in their tracks as the 'Mech started to turn it's yawning maw of an autocannon towards her. But she'd chosen her position well: it had to turn nearly 180 degrees to engage her, while she was ready to take the shot right here. And so she did, at the "golden range' of just over 200 meters, loosing her entire arsenal upon the Medium 'Mechs thinly-skinned back.

One of her flights of LRMs missed wide, as did a laser, but everything else struck home. The new Streak missiles especially impressed: once she had the lock, they drove towards the Dalian 'Mech as if borne on Cupid's wings. The didn't detonate the ammo magazine like she'd hoped, but with vaporizing coolant spraying from ruptured heat sinks, and a visible hitch in the 'Mech's stride as its piloted desperately trued to bring it around, she could hardly complain.

Lina fired her jump jets, giving herself some space as Dalian armor rumbled angrily towards her. She'd gotten what she wanted: at least part of the force was coming after her instead of the others. Now, she just had to survive.them.

[[And just because I can, a little BGM of my own. XD ]]

[guardian wolf]

[[Okay, Phiro's first then Draco, here goes.]]

Phiro banked left, after the Jenner dodged his maneuver to try and contact him. He watched as the Jenner moved through the city, and then, he saw an, OVERLORD!!
"Oh ****,"
He banked back left, and saw the patrol getting closer to the Jenner, he was going to be in some serious **** soon, and he had to do something. This is crazy he thought, and then, the picture on his radar showed up. He had to stop himself from laughing, and since he couldn't hear anything, he keyed the loudspeakers on his fighter, show time. He selected the one track he had, it was by a really old band, called Rob Zombie, he had read that back before Earth had become the center of the Galatic Community, they were really good band, and he sort of liked their music. The song was called Dragula, and he began to blare it on his loud speakers. The Atlas looked up, and Phiro dived, accelerating the whole way, rolling left to dodge the incoming AC fire. Then the dropships opened fire, and he hoped that Jenner took its cue, and got the hell out of Dodge. He slammed on his afterburners and was slammed into his seat, only about thirty meters above the ground, he was making himself one hell of a target. He pulled up and circled around for another pass. He was just over the patrol when it happened again, another sonic boom, as he went hypersonic. He watched the Atlas sway in the boom, but stay upright, he checked the spot where the Jenner was at, and heard his comms when he spotted Draco's hovercraft high tailing it out of the city.

"You crazy *** pilot!!"

"At least I'm armed,"

"Well give us some cover will yah,"

"Roger, on my way,"
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Draco heard Will's last transmission and thought to himself, Just like old times eh? Well he couldn't dwell on it now, as he had a job to do. He switched to a blank map of the city, and put up a way point for the Urban Mech. He maneuvered through the streets, and had just cut through an alley as a shortcut, when he spotted the Atlas in his review mirror. Now it really is like old times, dammit. He whipped around the corner, and arrived at the ejection spot of Lugz. He noticed a cord to a horn on the dash, and gave it a couple pulls, then opened the hatch. Lugz appeared from a doorway, with a small pistol.
"Well come on!!" Draco shouted.
Lugz just nodded as he ran to the hovercraft, and then Draco spotted the oncoming infantry. Draco took his pistol out and fired a few shots to cover Lugz, as he jumped into the gunner position. Draco then ducked back into the hovercraft, and slammed the hatch shut, as he heard the chatter of the HMG. Draco immediately slammed the throttle down, and they sped down the street, that's when they heard the sonic boom. Only Phiro would... That crazy son of a *****, heh, my brother is. He turned down the corner when he saw Phiro's ASF, he radioed him via laser comms.
"You crazy *** pilot!!"
He heard Phiro's response in the comms, he almost chuckled.
"Well give some cover will yah?"
"Roger on my way,"
Draco hammered the throttle but it was already all the way down, and was speeding down the street. He was about to to see the countryside, when a stray LRM flew by.
What the hell?
"Wolf Dragon, you any sights on possible contacts?"
"Yep, one Dervish, on the other side of....oh ****,"
"What?"
"That Dervish is trying to take them all on, no, now it's retreating,"
"Wolf Dragon, move to assist, we are home free here. I will lead the others to our cache outside of town,"
"Roger that,"
"Hey Sal, you up there, I need you to set your heading 350, and form up behind my hovercraft, we have a small cache where we stored our weapons, mechs, and ammo, thought you might like some,"
Draco then relayed the same transmission to Will, and Nathan, and that's when he spotted Spear.Great, saved his *** on Bonnette, maybe he's come to return the favor. Draco then turned the hovercraft towards the heading, Here's to hoping this works.
[[Lina you have one Centurion ASF ready to give you support, PM me so you can tell me what you want Phiro to do.]]

Edited by guardian wolf, 21 March 2012 - 06:30 AM.

[Orcinus]

In coming up with the configurations for his Grand Dragon, he was able to create a ‘mech that was both fast and well-protected for its size.

The firepower, on the other hand, had ample room for improvement.

The Atlas was completely unfazed by the pulse lasers that were slowly—too slowly—working their way through its armor. He doubted that the PPC, if it was operational, would’ve been able to provide too much help.

To make matters worse, the Atlas was 40 tons heavier and, unlike his previous opponents, was excellent for brawling.

At least, it would if it actually tried to fight.

He looks… distracted.

Not willing to take a moment to stop, the Grand Dragon maneuvered its way behind the 100-ton monstrosity. The Atlas just stood aloof.

No time to waste.

He caught sight of something in the corner of his eye—An LAM?—then focused on the Atlas again. The left arm raised its right and brought down the makeshift club onto the Atlas’ head.

That seems to have gotten his attention.

As the Atlas began to turn, the Grand Dragon started moving, pursued by the medium laser on the Atlas’ arm.

However, the Atlas made the mistake of turning left. In doing so, the Grand Dragon kept its left side facing the Atlas as it moved to stay behind the larger ‘mech. This in turn allowed the smaller ‘mech to make constant, if inaccurate, swings with its club as it moved.

This must be quite a sight…

The Atlas turned and turned as the puny Grand Dragon ran around it, clubbing at its back. The rear-mounted laser tried to fire, but most of the shots failed to connect with the faster ‘mech.

Whatever that distraction was… it seems to be working…

[RogueSpear]

[[All you did on Bonette was patch Spear up, then try to torture him - Will saved his *** As for the Bonette campaign...way that's going, Spear's gonna save your *** a dozen times over from your own foolishness But we'll leave that to the other thread ]]

Spear tracked a small hovercraft race by as it left the city, but noticed Will and the other Vulkaneer just ignore it. Zooming in his optics he recognized Draco with a start.
"Will...if that's Draconis Wolf from Bonette..." He sighed. "I'm going to break his legs. Then, I'm going to hug him. Then, if I even think for a second this is his fault, I'm going to break his neck." He aimed his laser array at Darth's Jagermech. "Darth, bring your ECM and BAP online, punch through this static now. I just got a hint that this shitstorm is about to be a whole lot worse than we thought it was."
"Aff Spear. Coming online now. Active in splinter 10."
He caught something indistinct from Will, and realigned his comms on the Vulkaneer. "Stoner Lead, did not copy that, further, we have short range comms while we're inside of 600 from the Jagermech, can your man give an estimate of enemy and allied strength?"
The static hiss from his comms, turned to a low volume, went quiet and he raised the volume as Will's voice crackled through.

[[EDIT: Anyone know what BAP will do with the jammer up? Unsure of the fine detail of BT sensor arrays and countermeasures xD]]

Edited by RogueSpear, 21 March 2012 - 07:00 AM.

[Orcinus]

[[
on table top, ECM completely negates any BAP in its operational range, although the BAP mech will be aware of the jamming.

in mw4, they sort of counteract each other. In terms of detection range, the BAP's extension conflicts the ECM's reduction and they sort of meet in the middle. (longer than normal, but less than full BAP range)

All the same, not sure if their jammer works the same way (it's certainly larger), so take it for what you will.
]]

Edited by Orcinus, 21 March 2012 - 08:04 AM.

[Sloth901]

Will laughed at Spears response to seeing Draco "Thanks for bringing the ECM, Allie wise, Stoner 2 has reported:
2 heavys, Including a Dragon and a Grand Dragon. 2 Mediums, a Centurion and a Dervish, and 1 light, a Jenner, Theres also a Drac in a LAM shooting at the Delians but you know my feelings. Also there was a lance hot dropping before me, i saw the flash of there jump jets, but i have no idea where they are now and also dont know whos side they are on.

Non Mech assets we have a Kamikaze Dragoon in an aerospace fighter, this VTOL, Dracos hovercraft and the Vulkaneer dropship inside the city. However due to jamming i cant tell if its taken off or not."
As if on cue the Dropship rose from behind the buildings and began to escape, the under armour being racked with autocannon and laser. Unleashing a salvo fro its LRM's it pulled up rapidly the radio chimmed in "this is Stonner support Bugging out", The ship was damaged but it escaped. "on second thoughts scrap the dropship"

"As for enemy, the most imediate threat is an Atlas supported by 2 Hunchbacks, a JagerMech and an Urbie, plus countless Vehicles."

Wills Mech began to throttle foward, "Ok lets move, looks like were taking the fight to them" Spear took the lead, with the Eisenfaust to the left flank, The limping Marauder took the right, The JagerMech followed next as to make maximum use of the ECM and the Catapult took the rear, Will joined the formation behind Nathan, The Marauder was damaged as it was, that flank could use the extra firepower. “Lets show them why they are a second rate Merc unit”

[Aedris Nova]

Aedris couldn't believe the carnage that wrecked over the city. He had been informed of possible resistance, but this was a full on war. Normally, even just 2 Centurions and a Jenner would have easily handled insurgents and miscreants, but now his trio of mechs was almost a useless speck among the mirage of Atlas and King Dragon duels.

Bzzz

The buzzing of the comms captured his enthrallment and forced him back to reality.

"Alright, men, somewhere in this hellhole is our liason to the FRR. We need to pull him out before everything dies. Remember, we need to avoid assisting the FFR forces if we can help it, it will create a diplomatic incident. However, if you are threatened, let's give 'em nothing but the charred remains of our mechs and bodies."

Off in the distance, Aedris watched with sadness as a King Dragon attempted to on the Atlas. The normally fearsome mech succumbed to the sheer number of missiles that flew like confetti from the breastplate of the assault mech.

"Change of plans, we are linking up with the nearest FFR, Commander"

"But sir?!", came back a quizzical reply over the radio.

"Lieutenant, as a Mechwarrior of House Davion and a scholar on Human Geography, I can not watch the slaughter of this planet. Also, their information will help us find the Ranger faster", replied Sterin to his subordinate, "if we are court-martialed for this, I want you to say I ordered you under threat of insubordination. This is my decision."

"Sir, but ... we .. I "

"Calm down Lieutenant, let's get this done."

"Understood... Sir. Over, there, they have FFR markings."

"Alright, for House Davion, for the Federated Suns, and for the peace of humanity, godspeed."

[[Oricinus, I am probably going to head to your location.]]

[Orcinus]

[[
Oh? Well that's convenient. Hint-hint-Nomad-hint-hint.

Also, due to Damon's counter-jamming, the Atlas has been having a heck of a time hitting me with anything.
]]

[Thom Frankfurt]

"Stumblin' thru da steets, drunk as f**k! Searchin for an orfice, tho's I think's I'm outta luck!"

Thom shouted along to his tunes, enjoying the thought of annoying whomever may have been listening in. But he was also kind of curious if the 'badguys' [[a.k.a. to Thom as d-bags]] had started triangling his comms. He would put money on it judging from the frequency and strength of the nonsence that his communication system kept squwaking out at him.

As he trotted his Blackjack on up to an intersection he backed off on the throttle a bit. Like the previous intersections he came across he, stomped on the petals controling his jumpjets and sent Swampthing soaring up virtually leapfrogings the corner buildings.

Well hello there! So you're who I've been listening to!

Squwakity, squwak, squwak!

A squat Magi sat on the street he just landing on. An ulgy red tank bearing the serpentine symbol of the Dalian Guard. And it was within easy striking distance.

"OH'S I'S BET YOU'S REALLY'S WISHED YOU'S HAD A TURRET RIGHT'S ABOUT NOW'S!!!"

Thom lashed out at the helpless tank. Twin streams of charged particles flayed armored panels off the whole rear of the tank. A split second later the ruby red beams of his lasers added to the misery of the striken vehicle. Globs of heated metal dropped away as waves of hell-like heat washed over Thom. The controls to the mech grew sluggish and drops of sweat spotted up all over his body. He then tried to kick a fieldgoal with the Magi. The tank didn't fly, but the remaining armor caved in like it was made out of mush. The squwaking stopped as flames spewed out of the rents in its armor.

Thom sucked in a lungful of scorched air while Swampthing's freezers strained to dissipate the waste heat. He took a quick look around the immediate area and finding it clear took a few steps back towards where the depot was. He did stop to take another look at the Magi.

"And dat's how you's knock out a's Magi"

He started up on his way again and came to a dead stop as a blinding flash parted the night, [[Bye Thugish Lady!!]] causing spots to swim before his eyes despite his canopy's polorization.

Reactor gone critical.

He wondered about his newfound comrades and wondered if it was Lina or Graff that just went up in a cloud. He then threw the throttle all the way up to flank speed and hauled off towards where the new epic explosion took place.

"Hold on's guys, I'm's on's my way!!"

Unbeknown to Thom, he was charging onward to disaster, and he was dragging a whole world of hurt along with him.

Edited by Thom Frankfurt, 21 March 2012 - 06:00 PM.

[Damon Howe]

[["Ya'll are insane," said the Jenner pilot who for all intents and purposes took on an Overlord Dropship and all its defenders alone. ]]

[[...also, somebody better get over here fast...people don't like it when you mess with their Jammers....and I might be in some really deep trouble if I'm caught...]]

[[Just sayin'. ]]

Edited by Damon Howe, 21 March 2012 - 07:15 PM.

[guardian wolf]

[[Damon, that was exactly what Phiro did, he got their attention while you should have high tailed it the **** out of dodge.

Quote

Phiro banked left, after the Jenner dodged his maneuver to try and contact him. He watched as the Jenner moved through the city, and then, he saw an, OVERLORD!!
"Oh ****,"
He banked back left, and saw the patrol getting closer to the Jenner, he was going to be in some serious **** soon, and he had to do something. This is crazy he thought, and then, the picture on his radar showed up. He had to stop himself from laughing, and since he couldn't hear anything, he keyed the loudspeakers on his fighter, show time. He selected the one track he had, it was by a really old band, called Rob Zombie, he had read that back before Earth had become the center of the Galatic Community, they were really good band, and he sort of liked their music. The song was called Dragula, and he began to blare it on his loud speakers. The Atlas looked up, and Phiro dived, accelerating the whole way, rolling left to dodge the incoming AC fire. Then the dropships opened fire, and he hoped that Jenner took its cue, and got the hell out of Dodge. He slammed on his afterburners and was slammed into his seat, only about thirty meters above the ground, he was making himself one hell of a target. He pulled up and circled around for another pass. He was just over the patrol when it happened again, another sonic boom, as he went hypersonic. He watched the Atlas sway in the boom, but stay upright, he checked the spot where the Jenner was at, and heard his comms when he spotted Draco's hovercraft high tailing it out of the city.

That was your cue.]]

[[Holy HELL, I just realized I'm a community veteran now!!]]

Edited by guardian wolf, 21 March 2012 - 08:37 PM.

[Damon Howe]

[[missed that bit...but I can't get away THAT easily now...they're looking up, and I'm on a roof...that usually doesn't end well. ]]

[guardian wolf]

[[For at least forty five seconds, if not more I held their attention, I at least bought you some time to come up with a plan, or someone else to show up. Hell maybe they'll be interested in the large advancing force on the edge of town.]]