QUOTE(Lance Callahan @ Nov 25 2009, 01:38 AM) [snapback]3656[/snapback]
Yup I'm still around, just going through some hard stuff plus school right now. Also, not much for me to post until Thorn posts
Just to l
Hiatus it is then. A notice has been posted in the Active Op. Everybody have a Happy Thanksgiving! See you all on Monday! Anticipate a shiny new board setup upon your return!
Located in the heart of the run-down, ramshackle outskirts of New Foundation, the Legionnaires' compound occupies an entire city block, and is comprised of a mishmash of formerly-abandoned warehouses and industrial facilities, clustered together in a crumbling industrial park whose purpose was long ago forgotten. A shabby, five-story brownstone tenement, set in the center of the compound, serves as the company's corporate headquar
Planet Details: Tau Ceti IV (New Earth)
Star Type: G8V
Position in System: 4 (of 6)
Number of Moons: 1 (Lanna)
Days to Jump Point: 6
Surface Water: 74%
Atm. Pressure: Standard (Tainted)
Surface Gravity: 1.00
Equatorial Temp: 31° C
Highest Nativ
April 14, 3067
Legionnaires Compound
New Foundation - Tau Ceti IV (New Earth)
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Talus had a pinache for good timing, whether it involved delivering that last critical hit that proved decisive in battle, or, more mundanely, retreiving a down-on-luck officer from the pouring rain. Even the circumstances of his hiring had been thanks to good timing - during my last visit to
Legionnaires Compound
New Foundation, Tau Ceti IV (New Earth)
April 14, 3067
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I chuckled, and accepted the folder back from Talus, who stared across the desk at me in disbelief.
"I figured you might say that."
Talus took a long swig of his water, and leaned
April 14, 3067
Legionnaires Compound
New Foundation - Tau Ceti IV (New Earth)
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"Well, I - "
The sound of the desk intercom buzzing loudly interrupted Schuster's reply. As the Lyran excused himself from the meeting to attend to the caller, I looked towar
The last words that registered in my head were 'new recruit,' although part of me thought I heard 'IIC' somewhere in the equation as well.
Another body on the payroll? What the hell? Half the senior staff are going to be getting IOUs this pay period as it is...
I leaned back in my chair and let the thoughts si
A contract for a suicide mission and a Clanner willing to work for food...this was turning into an interesting evening indeed.
"Well then, Mister Thorn, I suppose we have an arrangement. You do understand that, at least for the moment, the maintenance on your 'Mech will be slim to none - we can send a flatbed and help you make arrangements to get it here - but that's about it.
The fluorescent lighting buzzed and flickered erratically, setting an almost-eerie ambiance in the cramped and tattered confines of what loosely could be referred to as our 'mess hall.' In all actuality, the space had been used as a morgue by a previous tenant, and, although much of the machinery had been removed from it by the time the Legionnaires acquired the property, much still remained to serve as a reminder of the room's g
"Want some?" Wolf inquired, offering the box to me.
"I'll pass, thanks," I muttered, pouring a generous amount of Lyran vodka into a coffee mug, and settling down in one of the eight lawn chairs which surrounded our ping-pong
"Catapult."
The new voice broke the reflective silence that Wolf and I were mired in, and caused me to look toward the door. There, leaning on the door frame, with Mark Hobson and a stranger who looked like he'd been in a fistfight with an Elemental in tow, was Lieutenant Braddock.I glanced at Sergeant Hobson, and then back at Callahan.
"I see," I replied, cautiously. "Then - what is your area of expertise?"
Legionnaires' Compound
Outskirts of New Foundation
Tau Ceti IV (New Earth) - April 14, 3067
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"Thank you, Mister Callahan. Your background and qualifications make for an enviable resume. The only question I have is - what in the hell are you doing here?"
I already knew why. The rocket-scientist-wannabe was in the same quagmire as everyone else
I strode into the cramped confines of the Thorin's bridge, making note of the myriad exposed wires, incomplete circuit boards, and unshielded lighting fixtures that dominated the semi-overhauled command center. A scheduled refit from Earthwerks had been cut short following a surprise attack on the company's shipyards, and the unfinished Aurora was shipped back to Tau Ceti IV with a promise of completion once the 'wa
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- Incoming Coded Message -- Command Instruction Follows -
- Decode Sabre Protocol - GALxBravo 182nd: 2nd -
- Disseminate by need only -
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Operation Codname: Broken Arrow
Planet: Saffel
Terrain: Temprate forest / Open plains / Rural urban
Time: Day
NARRATIVE:
Legionnaires' DropShip Thorin
Capitol Spaceport, New Foundation
Tau Ceti IV (New Earth) - April 16, 3067
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The DropShip Thorin's smallish briefing room was filled to near-capacity by the cadre that had gathered for a standard pre-Op briefing which, provided we were able to pull this whole cursed affair off, would ideally be the first of many more t
"I'll be frank sir. Do we have any tricks up our sleeves to make disabling Isis himself more feasible? I mean, with the tonnage of a Behemoth, if we pull our punches - so to speak - we risk exposing ourselves to a personal counterattack."
"And I'll be quite frank with you, Lieutenant," I replied, gazing
I took a brief drag on the cheap cigar, holding its putrid flavor in my mouth for a scant moment before releasing it into the air, my eyes following the wisps of smoke as they darted across the situation table and into the room's air recycler.
"Mister Kintaro, you and I will be functioning in a support role to the detachments, but we will also be conducting independent recon, locking down
I took a final drag on the cigar before tossing it into a nearby ash urn.
"Very limited, Corporal. This is going to be a blitzkrieg of an attack - we get in, throw down with Isis and his goons, and then get the hell out. We only have one recovery vehicle and a flatbed going into the fray with us, so anything you've got your eyes on will be subject to whether or not we have the time
Moments later...
Zenith Jump Point - Saffel
April 22, 3067
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The JumpShip Arrow slipped gracefully out of hyperspace, the quantum singularity collapsing in on itself once again as the vessel's massive drives powered down. Under the thrust of its fusion reactors, the vessel's dark hull contrasted starkly with the reddish hues of the nebula which surroun
"Remind me never to get on your bad side," I muttered as I watched the now-unmanned Saffel Recharging Station float listlessly through the cosmos. Schuster had pulled off such a complete and thorough takedown of the installation's computer systems that not even an automated distress beacon sounded from the facility. The only communications traffic which now blared from the Thorin's monitoring speakers came from the J
Five days later...
In orbit of Saffel
April 27, 3067
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With catlike stealth and precision, a small, gunmetal-gray DropShip slipped unobtrusively into low planetary orbit . Rapidly dropping altitude as it approached the southern continent, the dropship dwindled from sight, growing smaller and smaller until it vanished into the clouds.The DropShip Thorin's quad landing gear collided forcefully with the earthy underbrush of Saffel's largest jungle, sending local wildlife scurrying in all directions as its fusion drives wound down. The rays of the morning sun cast a mosaic of shimmering shadows and light on the jungle floor, filtering down through the branches and leaves of centuries-old tr
With Rendar, Celina Santos, and Lourde out of the game, there was no way that Kintaro's Stinger was going to be able to hold off a pair of Havocs, let alone a Bushwaker as well. Fortunately, my White Flame had the edge when it came to speed and maneuverability over the latter, and I put the sum total of those capabilities into full force, pushing the White Flame to its maximum rated speed of 86 km/h, wh
OPERATION: BROKEN ARROW WILL RETURN MONDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 2009
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- Incoming Coded Message -- Command Instruction Follows -
- Decode Sabre Protocol - GALxBravo 182nd: 2nd -
- Disseminate by need only -
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Operation Codname: Broken Arrow
Planet: Saffel
Terrain: Temprate forest / Open plains / Rural urban
Time: Day
NARRATIVE:
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I was reading one of the old Operations on the ComStar site, and came across this priceless excerpt from a longer post in which Commander Garland euthanizes one particularly troublesome poster's alternate character. I nominate this for a Classic Death Moment award!
I didn’t know which comment got to him, maybe it was a combination, but he finally headed his comrades’ pleas. Using his left hand he flicked open the le
Bushidolord bites the dust in a spectacular fashion!
"Where's your commander? There's something he needs to know!"
Before anyone could proffer a response, a loud commotion was heard on the lower tier. I ran to the rail, and looked down in time to see Sergeant 'Johnson' running for an escape transporter.
QUOTE(Lieutenant Commander Marcus Brad @ Nov 22 2009, 02:16 AM) [snapback]3586[/snapback]
These are choice, Ben.
There must be a metric ton of similar-calibre-snuffs from over the years.
"The son of a middle-class farmer living on Somerset, Bushido was born March 3, 3042, Bushidolord led a simple li
And another Bushidolord death:
I blew up the door with a handgrenade and fly in on my segway! Flipping through the air I scream "PREPARE TO EAT TOILET!!!!111" Once I land I use kobudo to make the most powerful zen-shit of all time and pass out from the strain. When I wake up, my colon is in the water!?!?
SPOILER ALERT! Do not highlight the below line if you don't want to know!
Dash Rendar = Wedge Lourde = Bushidolord
Kazuki, these are absolutely hysterical! I love them!
That was hilarious, Keith! I especially enjoyed the tagline 'Deploding on an Internet Near You.' VERY funny! I look forward to the continuation of the 'saga.' Might I suggest his first adventure be the l33t deployment from the cargo bay of the Thorin in the first version of Operation: Broken Arrow? Followed perhaps by your revised version of his battle in the medical bay? *begs* Please?
LMAO! And a very EPIC Thanksgiving to you as well!
