Ben has problems. Problems we like.
Director Gen Miyamoto
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Position : Lt. Colonel, Crayven Securities, Inc.
Callsign : Redeemer
Current Battlemech : Atlas
Loadout : 2 MRM-10s, 2 Large X-Pulse Lasers Mk II, SRM 6, Gauss Rifle, C3 Master Computer
Callsign : Redeemer
Current Battlemech : Atlas
Loadout : 2 MRM-10s, 2 Large X-Pulse Lasers Mk II, SRM 6, Gauss Rifle, C3 Master Computer
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It had been nearly a year since I had been on Shearton. Walking among the berths of the familiar craft made it seem as though nothing had changed since my hasty departure. I had heard that the Legionnaires were recovering quickly with a modernized Site 187 and influx of new staff. My mind raced with anticipation at surveying the new base of operations, but first buisness needed to be handled.
I exited the lift and strolled
I exited the lift and strolled
I quickly hurried into the mech bay and look around quickly. In the far left hangar it caught my eye. Painted blood red, it towered above it's neighbors. A giant of the battlefield and legend of warfare, it stood. An Atlas mech. The culmination of months of building to my exact specifications it was everything I had hoped for and more. I stood there for a moment in awe of the largest warengine I could ever hope to master.<
and a very happy Festivus to those who celebrate!
The bunkroom was desolated as most of the crew wandered about the decks of the Liberty. It seemed unlikley anybody would be returning any time soon, so I quietly sat upon my corner bunk attempting to disguise my handheld computer. Keenly aware to every sound and working devlishly fast I quickly brought up my tightbeam reciever. I waited for a few moments in tense silence checking the door franticly. Then suddenly the screen li
"It's time" uttered Ben.
I slammed on my helmet, locking it and giving it a double check. I was ready to climb in my coffin and be jettisoned. I gave a shout from inside the helmet announcing my readiness, no doubt making little sense to ears beyond the vac-suit's confines. A nod from Ben confirmed I was set f
I slammed on my helmet, locking it and giving it a double check. I was ready to climb in my coffin and be jettisoned. I gave a shout from inside the helmet announcing my readiness, no doubt making little sense to ears beyond the vac-suit's confines. A nod from Ben confirmed I was set f
The world of Delacruz greeted me like a paradise. To go from the cramped confines of the Dropship to the unbearable vacuum of space, only to be plucked back from darkness made me feel more like the redeemed than the redeemer. However the feeling of helplessness was quickly replaced by one of godly power when the battlearmor and mechs responded to my Atlas's appearance on the battlefield. I could see reflected back in the u
The word came down to break and attack and I brought hot the full suite of awesome weapons I had checked three times over. We seemed to have walked into one hell of a meat grinder, a spotter was calling in presicion attacks for Shilones. I hadn't faught them in a while but I recalled them being very tough birds to bring down, I was going to have to take my time and work on them one by one. Nearly as soon as it was identifi
It was incredible. I felt untouchable. This mechanized monstrocity had shrugged off more damage than most of my previous mechs could have survived. The hardened armor was coping with the intensity of battle amazingly well and with the Triple-strength myomer bundles working steadily I didn't slow a wiff for all the heat my PPCs were displacing. At my best I could never have taken down three Shilones but here I stood, advanc
The battle was growing more intense as previously disguised tanks were now ambushing the lance. I quickly tore into my favorite target, and in moments the vehicals were blowing like popcorn. A well placed gauss round, a finishing PPC shot, occasional blasts of missiles; all swiftly laid waste to the unfortunate armor unit. I was surveying the destructive force unleashed by my massive machine when I saw with some concern a fire starte
It was slow waiting for the ground elements of the rescue operation. Short of leveling buildings, battlemechs of my size were virtually usless with sensetive procedures like prisoner recovery. Dante, Maxwell and I kept watch on the perimeter, incase any more threats appeared. Nothing did.
From my cockpit I could see the flashes of gun fire and the occasional explosion but the only sound I could hear, other than radio traff
From my cockpit I could see the flashes of gun fire and the occasional explosion but the only sound I could hear, other than radio traff
Of all the targets I have engaged through my years on the field, tanks were my undisputed favorite. Slow speed, low mobility, and predictable. I'd made a living busting armor for House Stiener for awhile, and it was an art I enjoyed practicing. These von luckners were a tough breed though, and they packed a wallop. As near as I could tell from the field they had a huge main cannon (a 20-class LBX) and swarms of missles, both long
I relaxed as the convoy arrived at the Dreams of Avarice. The support and security forces were deployed in a perimeter and although far inferior to even one assault mech, thier pressence was still reassuring. Chief Tactical Officer Harold Saxon had been left in charge of the DoA and was carefully preparing the emergency salvage operations. We were lined up for boarding, placing me just after the general, and was pleased to get
I sat down in the cramped yet tidy office of Harold Saxon, General of Crayven Securities' tactical arm. As per the usual post-operation wrap up, I was to be debriefed and complete any required paperwork for record keeping. Ryan was one of those souls who lived in constant fear of disorganization. Naturally he went to great lengths to avoid my quarters.
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AS7-D3 Atlas
Chassis: Foundation Type 10X
Power Plant: Vlar 300 XL
Cruising Speed: 32.25
Maximum Speed: 53.75
Jump Jets: none
Jump Capacity: none
Armor: Durallex Special Heavy with CASE
Armament:
4 LRM 5s
1 SRM 6
2 ER PPC w/ Capacitors
1 Light Gauss Rifle
Manufacturer: Independence Weaponry
Primary Factory: Quentin
Communications System: Sipher Security Plus
Targeting and Tracking System: Mata
Chassis: Foundation Type 10X
Power Plant: Vlar 300 XL
Cruising Speed: 32.25
Maximum Speed: 53.75
Jump Jets: none
Jump Capacity: none
Armor: Durallex Special Heavy with CASE
Armament:
4 LRM 5s
1 SRM 6
2 ER PPC w/ Capacitors
1 Light Gauss Rifle
Manufacturer: Independence Weaponry
Primary Factory: Quentin
Communications System: Sipher Security Plus
Targeting and Tracking System: Mata
Some delightful momentos of bygone eras. I must admit though, I've had some second thoughts on my previous alias. I probably would go Gen Miyamoto these days.
Also, was that a self-portait in the Earth and Beyond screenshot!?! Deeeelightful! I still have a screen shot of three nukes hitting a swarm of 200 zerglings and the resulting bloody wash.
Also, was that a self-portait in the Earth and Beyond screenshot!?! Deeeelightful! I still have a screen shot of three nukes hitting a swarm of 200 zerglings and the resulting bloody wash.
Ah, memories. We'll have to be patient untill the next time I am on the east coast for those zergling pics, they reside on the Hateway.
It's only in Virginia for free keeping. Once I get settled in my own place I'll be calling for it, though I haven't the faintest idea how to ship it. I wouldn't trust the postal service with a brick of Osmium, much less my very last vestiage of 98. Thank you for the offer though maxwell house. From your exploits with various labtops, I don't doubt you have plenty of unused sticks of ram and hard drives.
That boy has some serious patience. I get worked up like that just posting about videogames. I've gone through 87 keyboards, 16 mice, and 9 LCD screens just writing this commentary. 
The early morning rain had subsided to a drizzle, making the final leg of the walk over to the far side of the Equinox site more comfortable. The stars were still visibile. that is if they weren't masked behind impenetrable clouds. I didn't know the exact time and didn't care. The nightmares were growing less and less frequent, yet also much more intense and the last thing I needed was a running tally of how many hours it
Things were getting strange in Equinox. I hadn't seen Charles in days and his secretary has been giving me the run around for at least 4 hours. A riot has broken out and Caswell's called for mech support to cover the perimeter, which doesn't add up at all. Crayven infantry are the best in the mercenary world, if he wanted to take control of the situation he could have a brigade in place by hours end.
This all I
This all I
The ground crews were working furiously to ready the Half Moon for lift off. All the needed arms, vehicals, and personel were boarded and it was a matter of safety checks and clearance now. I was anxious about lifting off, and leaving the Equinox facility while it was on high alert. The generals had totally emptied the mech bays to quell the disorder in the streets. Naturally felt conflicted lifting off with two lances of valu
The briefing was short and to the point, which seemed to be a hallmark of the Crayven Tactical Devision personel. Major Stryker was not without his personal side, but this was buisness and the situation seemed to make him uneasy. Perhaps he's never given a briefing where the situation on the ground is a total unknown. Objectives as vague as 'defeat all resistance' and 'protect crayven assets' were just not part of
My inner thoughts were disrupted by an open transmission from the Chief Tactical Officer serving on the Halfmoon, "We've completed our pass over and have uploaded Nav points. Hermes Lance prepare to hot drop in 5...4...3"
The main hatch to the mechbay gaped open and the lesser mechs preparred to fling themsleves out into the rushing air. The dusty desert scrub below looked distant, but was rapidly rising to m
The main hatch to the mechbay gaped open and the lesser mechs preparred to fling themsleves out into the rushing air. The dusty desert scrub below looked distant, but was rapidly rising to m
That was Stryker for you, always thinking. He was falling from hundreds of meters in the air at break neck speeds and all the while lost in formation deployment and opposition analysis. I was still in the bay and couldn't tell what we were in for but initial spotting indicated at least three seperate bodies of pirates. Bunching up might not be the best move at this time.
I observed on my radar as Hermes lance became more and more distant, readying itself for some of Major Stryker's finesse-filled battle manuevers. I on the otherhand was taking things much more simply. I had pulled Ares into a standard line formation and we were advancing as quickly as possible on what was identified from the air as the largest local threat. Estimated resistance placed our pirate friends in possesion of over two l
I observed on my radar as Hermes lance became more and more distant, readying itself for some of Major Stryker's finesse-filled battle manuevers. I on the otherhand was taking things much more simply. I had pulled Ares into a standard line formation and we were advancing as quickly as possible on what was identified from the air as the largest local threat. Estimated resistance placed our pirate friends in possesion of over two l
The comms with Hermes lance was now total static and my C3 network to the slave unit in thier lance was severed. More importantly an entire company of mechs had appeared ahead of us and were rapidly approaching.
The pirate forces were splitting up as they approached, with one a light and fast lance approaching fast a slower mixed lance trailing behind them and a heavy lance circling to flank us.
The pirate forces were splitting up as they approached, with one a light and fast lance approaching fast a slower mixed lance trailing behind them and a heavy lance circling to flank us.
The pirates' gambit to rush at us with a light lance had failed utterly, our Assault and Heavy mechs had shreded through them like tissue paper. With the exception of the Brigand mech all the scouts had been slaughtered in the first charge. The other two lances were now in weapons range and were bringing to bear what seemed to be a carefully prepared barrage of long range weapons fire. Spheres of blue energy battered our l
With the all lancemates defeated this Thug was little more than a defiant target. Ares closed in for the kill, easily able to bear the retaliation of the most capable mech they had fielded. Suddenly my Atlas bucked under the strain of heavy weapons fire, I was being peppered by SRMs. From the cockpit I could see the smoke billowing out of my mech's shoulder, damage indicators read total weapon failure for the MRM la
As the Colonel transmitted massive waves of information to me I was presently engaged in finishing a Merlin mech. It was a tough little number, but almost half my weight. For every volley of LRMs and PPC fire I was able to counter with a greater MRM salvo and the constant onslaught of my second generation lasers. At last the reactor sprung enough leaks to go critical and left a charred hulk of wreckage where once a formidible adversa
The resuce team had reached the second bastion of pirates and it was a farcry from the previous captain's crew. These pirates either by choice or by chance had traded versatility and mobility for crude, long range firepower. A vehical force of almost entirely LRM carriers formed a screen protecting thier homebase, a dropship. While Stryker and his cronies in tactical would deem this band of tangos a signifgantly lower threat ther
The line of LRM Carrier were shattered. Hermes was flanking from both sides and Ares was returning fire heavily. Macarthur proved to be the final straw, with a head on sweeping missile slavo. Pirate tanks still roamed the area but not nearly as well oragnized or powerful as this missile line. I turned my focus from the swaths of destruction and fire to face a flanking trio of Scorpion tanks.
They announced thier pressence
They announced thier pressence
With the Seeker brought down and the vehicals eliminated there was only one camp of pirates remaining. The Colonel was grudingly going to remain behind and baby sit the drop ship, to ensure both its safety and her own. We were still going strong and the op didn't look too far from conclusion, not a bad job if I said so myself.
While we strode on our destructive way, I coordinated with the freshly resupplied Tempest lan
While we strode on our destructive way, I coordinated with the freshly resupplied Tempest lan
The tanks were dispatched quickly by Macarthur and we saddled up toward the craggy highlands that hid the final camp of pirates. Thier forces were unknown, but there seemed to be a lot of gaps between what intelligence predicted and what we encountered. There was a great deal of uncertainity in what remained of the pirate forces and I was going to show all the needed caution.
A gang of ground vehicals were racing towards me as top speed as occasional weapons fire rocked my Atlas Battemech, all while legions of infantry poured out of hiding on the two rocky mountains on either side of our worn out unit. When springing the ambush on us, it seems that they dumped every ounce of explosive firepower on us in one powerful bombardment. The ground was littered with make-shift demolition packs that failed t
Days had passed since the combat operation was concluded, and the debriefing had been rigorous. Tactical just about threw a fit when nearly an entire lance was pushed to "crippled" status by infantry. The mountains of paperwork had been slowly worn down and now the two support dropships CSV Kastor and Pollux had arrived. The repairs would be arduous and I was glad to have pressing buisness elsewhere.
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The crews o
Awwwwwkward 
Years of planning and participation wasted! My cover is blown and I'm as fraudulant as I am purile. I should have just stayed in the basement I crawled out of.