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[Thom Frankfurt]

(Gonna add more in a bit, gotta head to the store.)

Financial District, Tikograd
Tikonov, Capellan Confederation
December 21st, 3028


Demarkus cast another look at his sensors and cracked a sad smile. He was getting high altitutue surveillance beamed to him, courtesy of the friendly dropships slowly making their way to the pirate jump point high above. He had to admit, he was handling the thought of being the last defender of Tikonov pretty well. He was doomed, he knew it, like a pilgrim in an unholy land. He quckly shoved those thoughts from mind and concentrated on the images flickering on his screen. He then wiped sweaty palms against the rough fabric of his coolant vest.

"Come's on you's b*****ds..... Just a's littles closer..." he growled as he took the controls and brought his targeting reticle over the mouth of the alley.

Movement caught his eye and his mech screeched a warning as his tageting computer tagged the new hostiles as the Warhammer and Thunderbolt. Both mech's armor gleamed in the sunlight, like they were ready to parade themselves through town like conquerers. They lazily turned to face him, as if they were expecting the cornered mech to surrender. They were wrong. DeMarkus was going to ruin that gleaming armor and pristine paintjobs.

He mashed down on the triggers and his weapons responded. The ruby beams of his lasers sythed a furrow into the pavement at the end of the alley and up into his target. Not the enemy mechs as would be expected but the near ton of autocannon ammo that he had earlier jettisoned at the end of the alley.

There was a blinding flash and the Earth shooked like it was struck by the Hammer of the Gods. The two mechs staggered and fell like a pair of drunkards with armor crumpled and in some places disintegrated. A split second later there was a low grown as the two highrised buildings collapsed in a billowing cloud of dust and raining brick, burying the two mechs under dozens of tons of debris. In the shadowy confines of his Cataphract's cockpit, Demarkus cackled like a madman.

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Ceres Metals Installation #402
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7

April 15th 3031 02:57hrs

"Mr Frankfurt?" blared over the intercomm snapping DeMarkus out of his dream and back to the here and now.

He slowly became aware of where he was and shook his head to clear it. Embarrassed he looked over at the window and saw the petite girl with the sharp features looking at him curiously. Blushing, he stood up and strolled on over to where she waited behind the bullet proofed plexiglass.

"Comfy chairs eh?" She asked in perfect Russian and cracked a feral grin.

"Yeah's... way more's comfortable dan a's command console." He stretched then stifled a yawn.

"Well we're almost done here, there's some final paperwork and the matter of your payment."

"Oh yeah's... How much again?" He crinkled up his brow while fishing out a wad of crumpled C-bills.

"That will be 21,250 C-bills. And you should recieve your delivery at 1:30 AM local time tomorrow morning."

He nodded as she spoke, still in Russian. He piled the bills out on the counter top is neat stacks of 1000. She pointed out where to sign on a small mound of papers and he took up the offered pen and began to scribble his signature on all the highlighted sections.

"Excellent. Thank you very much, ahh.. Alexandria." He eyeballed her nametag.

"No, thank you for choosing Ceres Metals." She chirped back at him.

He smiled at her then turned for the door. It was gonna be a long walk back to the mechspace. Thankfully the storm that soaked him earlier had moved on leaving a cloudless moonlit sky.

Edited by Thom Frankfurt, 19 May 2012 - 02:28 PM.

[Thom Frankfurt]

Rainbow Stables Apartments
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 15th 3031 03:07hrs

Beep.

Erin stopped typing away at updating the personal information on the latest recruit, a Dylan Wolf, and looked at the time.

Okay, why am I getting notifications at three in the morning?

It didn't occur to her at that moment that normal people would be asleep then, not typing away at some computer terminal. But she wasn't a normal person, she was a spook, an intelligence agent, and she had a lot riding on this assignment. The success or failure of Rainbow Stables would define her LOKI career, for better or worse. She clicked on her notification icon. When the new window opened she found that there wasn't just one, but several.

"Stupid toaster." She grumbled, half tempted to chuck the computer out the window.

The messages weren't good, and each one she read seemed to get worse. Roughly half of her prospective recruits were dead, from foul play or freak accident she wasn't sure. But part of her wanted to say it was foul play by the cause of deaths... car accident, tainted sushi, drug overdose, slipping in the shower.... If it was foul play it was done by somebody with a knack of offing people. But who would do such a thing? DEST? MIIO? SAFE? Maskinrova? LOKI? A cold chill ran up her spine at the thought of someone in her own agency killing all these skilled mechwarriors with her unknowing. What was going on?

(Sorry Kevin!)

"If Kevin did his job right, none of this would have happened." She whispered to the gloominess of her room.

What if Kevin did this? It certainly fits his forte... Maybe he wants revenge? I did throw him under the bus before...

She rubbed her temples in frustration. She was going to have to be more careful around him. She made a mental note to have him trailed and deleted the files notifying her of the mysterious deaths. She opened up the next message informing her of a possible security breach. Erin sighed heavily making a note to change all the passwords and to shift the guard rotations. She moved onto the last notification, one entitled 'DeMarkus Frankfurt.' She opened the file and smiled.

"Ah, the Capellan." She purred then read on.

Finally some good news.

The Capellan had hospitalised some tech and had moved out of the motel in the slums and was currently residing in the Solaris Mechspace. He now had his own mech, a battered Commando. She grimaced at the attached photo of 'One Eye.' And he had recently made a purchase at Ceres Metals, a half ton of... infernos! Her eyes lit up while reading the invoce, the man was either desperate or mad carrying around those. And if he used them in the arena, he was sure to catch some air time on vid. And Rainbow Stables needed all the air time they could get. For better or worse they needed a pilot like this DeMarkus Frankfurt.

She stabbed the transmit button on the intercomm built into her desk with a manicured finger. The comm buzzed.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Send word to Kevin to bring in the Capellan. ASAP."

"At once, Countess."

Chuckling softly in the darkness, Erin went about organizing her house.

[Sloth901]

Solaris Mech space
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 14th 3031 12:00hrs

“Reactor Online, Sensors Online, Weapons Error, Systems Not Nominal” lightning shot out across the mechbay striking the Trebuchet opposite, Alex shutdown the panther as quickly as he could, the only damage seemed to be some charred paint and an incredibly startled tech. Oh dear this was going to land him in it, best get going before the head tech returns from his lunch break. Alex had spent all morning fitting those new parts and he needed to test them, a new reactor, new computer and a flamer mounted in the left arm with the small lasers. The mech powered up again this time diverting energy away from the PPC that had welded its self onto the internal structure of the mech. The mech marched out of the mech bay into the proving grounds for another day of fierce training, hopefully without the near death experience this time.

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Solaris 7 Proving grounds
April 14th 3031 13:47hrs

“B*stard” The armour covering the panthers right leg was wrenched off from Autocannon fire. The Clint had just opened fire. What the hell was he doing, Alex had not provoked anything but this *ss hole just started shooting. The Small lasers fired one after the other into the Clints torso but it was doing no meaningful damage whilst the Clints AC5 was tearing through Alex’s armour. He needed to get out of here. Alex backpedalled his mech behind a rock so he could no longer see the Clint, turned and accelerated. There was no way he could win in a straight out shoot out against this guy he needed to get some distance and hopefully loose him. That wasn’t going to happen, The 2 medium lasers shot passed, 1 melting the armour on the back of his left arm. There was no choice he had to risk it. Flicking some switches his PPC Began to glow a bright blue as manmade lightning struck out in all directions, Alex lowered the power so the blue streaks could only be seen flicking across the barrel. The power was low but it should do more damage than a pair of small lasers. The Panther turned and Alex pulled the trigger the 1^st shot going wide fading off into the atmosphere. The Clint responded with a salvo of AC5 striking where the panthers SRM 4 used to be, punching a hole clean through, taking out 2 of Alex’s heat sinks. The temperature in the cockpit began to rise and Alex was sweating. He was out gunned, Outmatched and in the middle of nowhere. He had no choice. More AC5 slugs struck the light mech knocking it off its feet, Alex hit the ground hard and everything went Dark.


When he opened his eyes his head hurt he could smell blood and burning and his vision was Blurry, he could make out the Clint standing over him pointing his AC5 directly at the cockpit. Alex panicked, without thinking he rerouted all power to the PPC lightning shot out in all directions in a brighter blue than Alex had seen before, they alone began stripping the Clint’s Armour. Its pilot was now panicked. He backed up from the lethal weapon to escape the arcing electricity, big mistake. Alex deactivated the capacitor and fired almost point blank into the Clint, The Autocannon arm disappeared in a flash of blue. The resulting ammo explosion threw the Clint to the ground. It didn’t get back up, Alex shut down the PPC and left his mech to inspect his attacker. He got to the cockpit but it was empty, the pilot must have run away. Alex climbed into his mech again and sighed, the Clint had no markings so he didn’t know its affiliation and the cockpit was void of personal belongings so no clue as to who was behind this attack. But still, he was alive and that’s all that mattered.

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Solaris Mech space
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 14th 3031 14:57hrs

Techs were wincing at the sound of grinding metal as the Panther dragged the Clint’s remains into the mechbay, placing it in the empty bay next to his own. This was going to be a lengthy restoration process. Pulling the wreck had been difficult, the only reason he could pull the 40 ton beast was because the AC arm was missing making the mech lighter. He was going to make use of his first kill, but to be honest it was more of a trophy than anything else.
Even when the grinding stopped some techs were cringing at the sight of the two crippled mechs that now occupied the area, some just laughed and others looked concerned, Alex left the cockpit with a bandage around his head and said nothing. The techs could tell by the look on his face no to ask, he headed for the door with.

Edited by Sloth901, 19 May 2012 - 03:31 AM.

[Sparks Murphey]

Docking Field 16
Black Hills
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 15th 3031, 0621

Bertie watched from the waiting lounge, a little anxiously, as a tech unloaded his Enforcer from the dropship Castell Downs. He’d always preferred handling his ‘mech himself, charging it out into battle or doing an orbital drop. Even out of combat, he was the one person who properly understood the myriad technical oddities and strange quirks of this specific machine; it seemed silly to let someone else pilot it. The rubberised ramp might not be a particularly tricky surface, but a stumble threatened the functionality of a 3 million c-bill piece of equipment, and his only source of income.

“A fine looking machine,” a voice said behind him.

Bertie turned. A man in a leather jacket and canvas pants was standing a metre behind him, eyes fixed on Bertie’s Enforcer. He had a ridiculously long mustache that was waxed out wider than his head, and was twisting it between two fingers as he spoke.

“I take it you’re here for the Games,” the man continued, finally turning to Bertie, “Have you got a place to store her yet?”

Bertie folded his arms. Bloody Lyrans. He’d been here for less than half an hour, and already they were after his money.

“I’ve got a few places I’m considering. Why, do you know somewhere?”

The man grinned, which made the tips of his mustache do strange things.

“Son, whoever those other places are, they’re not up to scratch with me. R. Winston Kemball, at your service,” the man said, extending a hand, “We specialise in taking care of the independents here on Solaris 7. We won’t pick your matches for you, so you’ll never be pressured into a fight you think is too risky. On the other hand, we offer ‘Mech storage and transportation, parts brokerage, and in-house maintenance and repair technicians, all for just 150 a week.”

“150? Are you mad? What do these techs do, give my ‘Mech loving mud baths and feed it peeled grapes? I can store it on a dropship for half that.”

“Ah, but that dropship is going to want to fly somewhere else, isn’t it? Land and storage space here on Solaris is precious, my boy. You’re not the only person seeking the dream of the arena, you know.”

Bertie hmphed. “I suppose. I do most of my work myself though, and I’ve got some parts of my own. Not sure how often I’d be needing most of your pampering.”

R. Winston considered for a moment, twirling his mustache again. “I suppose, for a self-sufficient young man like yourself, we could bring the price down to, say, 135. Assuming you were prepared for more, shall we say, limited services.”

“Well, maybe. I’ve still got these other offers to chase up yet. Do you have a card?”

R. Winston gave a flick of his wrist, a business card appearing between two fingers as if by magic.

“Certainly,” he said, with an exaggerated bow, “Do take your time with your other storage solutions. However, we are quite popular, and even we don’t have unlimited space. I can only promise the opportunity will be open for so long.”

Bertie nodded to himself as he stuffed the card in a pocket. Same old greasy haggling he’d seen before as a merc, though there was an unsettling amount of showmanship. He absently checked his wallet as he left the lounge; this wouldn’t be the first pickpocket he’d seen at work in a port. Certainly the offer of 135 c-bills a week wasn’t as bad as he was making it out to be, especially if it gave him access to professional techs. There were some parts of the Enforcer that he just didn’t understand and had been forced to cobble together with whatever he could manage. If nothing else, this gave him something to come back to.

[Gozer]

Ishiyama Arena,
Kobe,
Solaris City, Solaris VII,
Lyran Commonwealth
10th April 3031
2110 Local

"Here's my card ..."

Joe smiled and took Karel's card and nodded, "Thanks a lot son. I look forward to seeing more of your work from the" Joe takes a closer look at the card, "Rainbow Stable and yourself." It was a silly sounding name but then again most team names were.

Joe and his crew left the locker room and headed back to the station for editing of some highlight footage. Things on Solaris were really heating up with these new faces shaking up the usual stories. It was looking like a whole lot of opportunity for facetime for the old Mountain after all.

[Thom Frankfurt]

Solaris Mech space
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 16th 3031 2:30hrs

DeMarkus eyeballed his Mickey Mouse watch for the umpteenth time.

Just where the Hell are my munitions...

His delivery was late and he was loosing his patience. He paced back and forth staring out the back roll up door trying to make the delivery truck magicly appear by sheer force of will alone. When it didn't appear, he grumbled and spat out the door. Then leaning up against the doorframe he regarded the storm raging outside. Blueish lightning streaked across the sky and thunder's bass rumble reverberated against his chest. It reminded him of the old folk tales he heard as a child of demonic beings riding fierce storms. He absentmindedly crossed himself and forced himself to think of something else.

Bright lights cut through the gloom and rapidly approached. Swerving around large puddles of water the vehicle rapidly approached and came to a halt a short distance from the door. A head popped out of the driver's side window.

"Hey buddy! Are you a... Demitri Frankfurt?" The gruff man shouted out the window.

"DeMarkus Frankfurt!" Markus shouted back.

"Ehhh, close enough!"

International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 16th 3031 3:00hrs

Frankfurt continued to tug on the palletjack as he made his way back to where Ole One-Eye waited. The warehouse was near deserted at this hour and most of the normal tech staff left long ago to check out an evening of assault bouts taking place in all the main arenas. No doubt they were in bed or passed out drunk by now.. He chuckled happy that at least part of his plan was holding..

He brought the strange hexagonial container to a halt before a bleary eyed Kaylee and swollen faced Rick. He grimaced seeing the deep black bruise on Rick's face.

Damn, did she really have to hit him with a wrench?

"Okay's lets be's a quick about dis." He whispered conspiritorialy to the two techs.

Kaylee quicly climbed upon the ammo container and pried off the lid with a prybar. Her eyes grew large at the sight of the 60mm missiles with the red rings painted around their nose's. She turned to glare are Markus.

"ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY!?!" She shouted at him.

"Wud's you's a lower your voice?" He shot back.

"Are you freaking crazy." she still hissed at him.

"No's, just a desperate."

[Vulpesveritas]

Leopard-class Dropship And here we go again
Inbound to Solaris VII from Invader-class Jumpship Veritas
April 15th, 3031, 14:00hrs

Frederick yawned. He had just woken up from his nap to hear knocking on the door of his room.
"Yeah what is it?" he asked, stretching and grabbing a robe to put over himself.

"We're an hour out from Solaris sir, I was coming by to make sure you were up." Said the crewman.

Frederick sighed. He had rented this dropship, and was soon enough going to land. Hopefully he'd be able to have some fun, and maybe find someone finally, though above all the thing that was on his mind was the chance to eat some multi-cultural food while in Solaris City. He loved finding new things. Making a mental note to find a bar after getting his mech in the hanger and his luggage put away in his new apartment.
"Alright. Thanks for the heads up." said Frederick, closing the door and stretching, before getting dressed and checking all of his luggage.

Hanger 4
'Mechbay in the International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris VII
April 15th, 3031, 16:30hrs

Frederick made some last minute checks on his 'mech before leaving the hanger, and calling for a taxi. He would have to get a car tomorrow, but tonight he would enjoy his first night. Asking the taxi driver's opinion, he ended up going to a bar-and-grill down the road to his new apartment. After thanking the driver and paying him, he stepped out and walked into the bar.

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris VII
April 15th, 19:00 hours

Chuckling for a moment at the cliche' of the name, Frederick walked into the bar. Ordering a drink, he took a look at the dinner menu. Taking a look at what they had, he ordered some chicken teriyaki and inari-zushi on the side. Sighing and relaxing a bit, he took a look around. It seemed quiet for the most part. He had hoped to run into someone, but it seemed quiet. Then again, the night was young, and it might just be a slow night. He sighed again and waited for his food.

(Lol multiple people posting before I can? dang)

Edited by Vulpesveritas, 19 May 2012 - 03:48 PM.

[Sparks Murphey]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 15th, 19:10 hours

Bertie was almost dragged into the bar by his daughter. It had been a long day, getting the Enforcer and his container of supplies secured in the port’s temporary hangers, and he still wasn’t entirely happy with how concealed they were. He was tired and all he wanted to do now was order takeaway and relax in their hotel, but there was no stopping a six-year-old when she’d decided to eat out.

At least the place looked empty. Aside from a flamboyantly dressed man at the bar, there was no one here besides the staff. Heather dragged him up to the bar, sat down on a stool and began playing with the drinks coasters. Bertie sat beside her with a small sigh and picked up a menu.

“I’ll have the wagyu steak, and she’ll have an entree serve of miso soup,” he told the barkeep after a moment. Miso seemed a safe bet for Heather, she’d always enjoyed the Capellan soups she’d had while travelling. “And two lemonades.”

[Vulpesveritas]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris VII
April 15th 3031, 19:10 hours

Frederick noticed out the corner of his eye as Bertie walked into the bar, who appeared tired by his clothing and uncombed hair. Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged, noting he looked somewhat cute but otherwise likely out of reach, noting the child with him. Probably just getting a late night dinner. Still surprising no one else was out though. Frederick thought that Solaris would have been more... busy.

"Quiet night, eh?" Asked Frederick, as he was served his food. Taking a swig of sake, he sighed as he ate one of his pieces of inari-zushi.

[Sparks Murphey]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 15th, 19:11 hours

Vulpesveritas, on 19 May 2012 - 06:40 PM, said:

"Quiet night, eh?" Asked Frederick, as he was served his food.

“Yep. Solaris City, Solaris. So great, they named it twice. And yet,” Bertie gestured at the near empty bar, “Maybe there’s a big match on.”

He looked over at his daughter, who was still occupied with the coasters.

“Biggest darn city we’ve been in for years and she’s begged me to take her out and see the town. Suddenly, a pair of coasters are the most amazing thing ever. We could have got those at the hotel.”

He turned back to the man. “I’m Bertie, by the way. Just got here. Are you a local, or here for the Games?”

[Vulpesveritas]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris VII
April 15th, 19:11 hours

"I'm here for the games. Looking to have some fun, and hoping that there's at least something of a challenge." said Frederick, taking a sip of his sake.

"Just got planetside this afternoon myself honestly." he added, taking a look again over at Bertie. He wondered what he was here for as well. Another competitor perhaps?...

Edited by Vulpesveritas, 19 May 2012 - 07:24 PM.

[Sparks Murphey]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 15th, 19:11 hours

Vulpesveritas, on 19 May 2012 - 07:23 PM, said:

"Just got planetside this afternoon myself honestly." he added.

Bertie grunted. “I don’t suppose you’ve found a good place to store a ‘mech yet. I’ve got an Enforcer chewing a hole in my bank account in temporary storage over at the port. Thanks, love,” he added as the barkeep brought over the soup and steak. He cut off a piece and took a bite. It sure beat dropship food.

Edited by Sparks Murphey, 19 May 2012 - 07:35 PM.

[Vulpesveritas]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 15th, 19:12 hours

"Another 'mech pilot eh? To be honest I paid to rent a hanger for a year in advance. It's near enough to the port that it wasn't much of a hassle getting it there. And an Enforcer, eh? " commented Frederick, taking a bite of chicken. He always loved teriyaki and inari-zushi.

Edited by Vulpesveritas, 19 May 2012 - 07:41 PM.

[Sparks Murphey]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 15th, 19:12 hours

Bertie nodded. “Yeah, it’s a recent build, too. Came off the production lines in ‘23, so its not one of these ancient antiques with hundred year old bones.”

His brain finally caught up with him, realising how much he was giving away to a total stranger.

“So, uh, what about you? What do you drive?”

Edited by Sparks Murphey, 19 May 2012 - 07:46 PM.

[Vulpesveritas]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris VII
April 15th, 19:13 hours

"Heh. I happen to like my 'antique'. I've got an old Clint my father gave me. I like my mech being able to dance. And not something which paints a target on my head." Said Frederick, taking a drink of sake.

"So what's your story?" asked Frederick, taking another drink.

[Thom Frankfurt]

Solaris Mech space
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 16th 3031 5:00hrs

Demarkus plopped down in the command couch for Ole' One Eye and looked around trying to familiar himself with the layout of the cockpit. He looked over the console with a critical eye noticing that all the dataplates and displays had been switched from the German over to Russian. He breathed a sigh of relief and made a mental note to thank Kaylee. He would have been lost without her and her technical wizardry. Between her, Rick, and his own meager tech skills they had cobbled the Commando into something worthy of gracing the arenas.

He looked out the ferroglass canopy and started noticing that techs were starting to show up for work and he smiled. Nobody should have known about his late night delivery. Now he just had to find a hot running mech or careless mechwarrior to fight. But first he needed to know just what One-Eye could do.

Still smiling his stripped down to his skivvies and dug out his gear out of the storage locker built into the back of his ejection seat; a musky and blood stained coolant vest, and a pair of battered plasteel boots. He pulled down his neural helmet a battered contraption with the word 'HANGMAN' stenciled across the front. His brow crinkled up as a note tumbled out of the helmet and landed in his lap.

"Heh?"

He unfolded the note and read the note. Scribed in pink ink and with all the I's dotted with hearts he judged it's maker to be Kaylee.

Mar, there's about a terrabyte of music stored on this mech, while going through it I noticed a song called 'Ballads of a Hangman.' pop up,and since your callsign is Hangman...


"Nice!" He blurted out, then went about setting himself to take One-Eye out for a stroll.

Edited by Thom Frankfurt, 03 August 2012 - 09:10 PM.

[Sparks Murphey]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris 7
April 15th, 19:13 hours

Vulpesveritas, on 19 May 2012 - 08:02 PM, said:

"So what's your story?" asked Frederick, taking another drink.

“Similar to a lot of pilots here, I suspect. Served in the 4th Succession War, then did a few years as a merc. After a while, I decided the risks weren’t worth it, ‘specially not with a kid in tow,” he said with a nod to the girl slurping her miso soup, “I probably oughta settle down somewhere and, I dunno, start a turnip farm or something. But ‘mech driving is the only thing I know. So, Solaris seems the least risky of a bunch of risky options. At least most pilots here play the ‘mech, not the meat, and you’re safe enough once you’ve ejected, rather than having to slog it back through miles of enemy territory on foot.

“What about you? Where were you from, before this?”

[Vulpesveritas]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris VII
April 15th, 19:13 hours

"Before this?... I was the commander for a recon lance in the 6th Orloff Grenadiers... But things ended up just getting annoying after a time. Plus I got bored, I could only take so many training drills after getting to have some real fun." Said Frederick, with a hint of a dark chuckle. "The main problem is there was no challenge in training. So I took my old mech and came here." Frederick added, as he took a sip of sake. "Plus, the food sucked."

Frederick thought back to his old lance. They were generally good, in his opinion the best recon lance in the Free Worlds League. Heck, they weren't given the nickname 'the Silent Foxes' for nothing. Of course, that stuck and they even had an emblem now. Frederick sighed, as he thought back on the others. He wondered how they were doing, and if any of them would follow him here.

Edited by Vulpesveritas, 20 May 2012 - 06:37 AM.

[Sloth901]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris VII
April 15th, 19:13 hours
Alex entered the Bar hoping for a drink, he had to mechs across the street and both were giving him a hard time. The Panther overloads on sight and the Clint wouldn’t start for no apparent reason. He wasn’t hungry just p*ssed off and needed to calm his nerves, so he headed down the street to the nearest bar that served alcohol. None of the techs were on hand to help; they had all cleared off to watch some grudge match at the coliseum or something.

The bar had two other Patrons, one of which had a small child with him. Wiping coolant from his brow he took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer, the bartender nodded and turned to fetch a new glass.
As he entered one of the men was saying about bringing an old mech to Solaris so he assumed that at least one of the men in the bar was a pilot

Alex turned on the barstool and addressed the two strangers “do either of you two by any chance know anything about Clint’s? I...” he paused thinking of the right words to say “acquired one in a mech battle yesterday. It’s pretty shot up and but I think it’s salvageable; however I want to find someone who knows the mech to confirm my theory before I put C-Bills into the thing."

He remembered the card that rich guy gave him in the hospital with the large amount of C-Bills on it. He wasn’t used to having money but he sure as hell wasn’t going to waste it.

Although the Panther was a tough job, the parts he bought were largely intact, it was like a giant jigsaw puzzle,The Clint on the other hand had a large hole in the right torso and a missing right arm. Alex needed confirmation nothing critical to the medium mechs structure had been taken off in the blast (or grinded of as it was dragged back to the mech bay)

Edited by Sloth901, 20 May 2012 - 02:44 PM.

[Vulpesveritas]

Ichiban Bar-and-Grill
International Zone
Solaris City, Solaris VII
April 15th, 19:14 hours

Frederick noted out of the corner of his eye as the new patron came walking in. Looks like things weren't quite so empty after all. Hearing the man, he raised his eyebrows at the acquisition. Given his pause, he figured that he was lying so some extent, but likely that didn't concern him.

Taking a sip of sake, he turned to the man. "I'm a Clint pilot myself. Been piloting mine since I was a kid. Know that 'mech inside and out. Mind me asking what kind of damage it took?" asked Frederick, turning to the man, and keeping an eye out for any more patrons which might enter. Whatever was up with it, he figured he could possibly get something out of it. Worst case scenario is if the Clint was scrapped he could buy what was left of it for some cheap spare parts.