Whoa...
Maybe you might want to catch up on the Op first...? O_o
Maybe you might want to catch up on the Op first...? O_o
Corporal Nick Schuster
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Position : Tech Specialist | LEGIONNAIRES
Callsign : MANTIS
Current BattleMech : LGN-01 Kit Fox [Light -35 Tons - 96.75 km/h max]
Loadout : [1x ER Large Laser] [1x Small Pulse Laser] [1x LB-X Autocannon/5 - Ammo: Slug (20 rounds)] [1x Streak SRM-2 (Improved OS) - Ammo: 50 Acid SRM-2 | 50 Anti-Personnel SRM-2] [CASE] [FireScan II with Multi-Trac II & IndirecTrac]
Callsign : MANTIS
Current BattleMech : LGN-01 Kit Fox [Light -35 Tons - 96.75 km/h max]
Loadout : [1x ER Large Laser] [1x Small Pulse Laser] [1x LB-X Autocannon/5 - Ammo: Slug (20 rounds)] [1x Streak SRM-2 (Improved OS) - Ammo: 50 Acid SRM-2 | 50 Anti-Personnel SRM-2] [CASE] [FireScan II with Multi-Trac II & IndirecTrac]
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Merry christmas, happy haunukah, and a prosperous Ramadan to everyone. I just wanted to say the new site looks wonderful, and I really hope it takes off. I;m sorry I left the old site, but there was a big reason for that and I apologize. I wish there was a way to bring Nick around again for this site, but I don't know how that could happen. I pretty much wrote myself into a corner, didn't I?
Anyway, happy holidays to everyone again. I hope someone sees this and replies.
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Anyway, happy holidays to everyone again. I hope someone sees this and replies.
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Hi Jessica, I'm still here. 
I just really needed some downtime cause of stuff going on in my life, wrok and all, plus a relationship, but one of those two is gone now (can you guess which?) I want to come back but I really want to be able to do it in a way that I can explore who my character really is. After reading the thing about Content over in the DOA though I dunno i
I just really needed some downtime cause of stuff going on in my life, wrok and all, plus a relationship, but one of those two is gone now (can you guess which?) I want to come back but I really want to be able to do it in a way that I can explore who my character really is. After reading the thing about Content over in the DOA though I dunno i
Awesome......thanks Ben. Happy New Year!
I walked into the mess hall and took a look at the huge amount of crewmbmbers gathered. Although I had requested to be a part of the Legionnaires following my brother's death, I wasn't sure I was up to the task. Seeing the mass of new faces I had to get accustomed to, a chill went down my spine. I was shy by nature. This wasn't helping.
I walked to the AutoVendor and stared at the selections. They all looked appatizing
I walked to the AutoVendor and stared at the selections. They all looked appatizing
"Nathan, heads up!"
I turned just in time to see a credit tube come sailing toward me. I grabbed it out of the air, realizing that it had come from the table shared by Lieutenant Rhodes and Major Maxwell. I smiled, waving a thanks, and jammed the credit tube into the AutoVendor. I typed in the selection for a cheeseburger,
I turned just in time to see a credit tube come sailing toward me. I grabbed it out of the air, realizing that it had come from the table shared by Lieutenant Rhodes and Major Maxwell. I smiled, waving a thanks, and jammed the credit tube into the AutoVendor. I typed in the selection for a cheeseburger,
My Raven charged onto the battlefield plastering the Panther with my full compliment of SRMS and lasers. Because of the electronics package carried on my Raven, the light Mech never saw me coming, and whirled around at the last minute, blasting me with its PPC and SRM launcher. My Raven tripped and staggered, and almost hit the ground, but recovered and I was able to get inside the weapons minimum range, smashing
The Raptor and my Raven exchanged blows of missile and laser fire as we charged across the terrain, cresting rises and dropping down slopes, ducking and weaving, twisting and turning, all the while blowing off a component here, an actuator there, slowly whittling each other down. Only one of us could come out of the engagement alive, and my Raven definitely had the upper hand. Boasting an extra ten tons and an advanced ECM suite, my scout Me
I voted 'Huh? This place is still here?' just b/c Ive been out of the loop for a while. I lurk though.
( okay... here goes...)
The tropical rain pounded down on the prison's corrugated metal roof as I marched along the catwalk in the building's lockup. Making my way past cell after cell, I ignored the catcalls, insults, and pleas for freedom echoing throughout the long room, and pressed my hand against a biometric scanner. The lock on
The tropical rain pounded down on the prison's corrugated metal roof as I marched along the catwalk in the building's lockup. Making my way past cell after cell, I ignored the catcalls, insults, and pleas for freedom echoing throughout the long room, and pressed my hand against a biometric scanner. The lock on
As the two P.O.W.s set about unloading the truck as quickly as their exhausted bodies would permit, I turned on my heel, and trudged back to the prison compound. Garland had been fairly easy to convert...suspiciously easy, even. Lourde, on the other hand, had required extensive medical experimentation and alteration, including several lobotomies, to encourage his compliance. I shook my head at the thought.
Moving through the compo
Moving through the compo
"See who?"
The two guards came to a sudden halt. My eeyes narrowed as recognition once again hit me square in the gut.
Aisa Thastus and Alex Thorn...
My hand slowly went for my sidearm as a fleeting look of momentary confusion crossed both Legionnaires' faces. Clearly, they recognized me as well. Afte
The two guards came to a sudden halt. My eeyes narrowed as recognition once again hit me square in the gut.
Aisa Thastus and Alex Thorn...
My hand slowly went for my sidearm as a fleeting look of momentary confusion crossed both Legionnaires' faces. Clearly, they recognized me as well. Afte
I led the two Clanners through the winding complex and down several staircases, wary of any 'colleagues' of mine that might become suspicious. Before we stopped at the General's cell, I scanned into an administrative office, and walked along the rows of desks one at a time, finally stopping just behind and to the right of one of the prison clerks' desks.
"VICTOR MARX! ON Y
"VICTOR MARX! ON Y
With Marx in the group, we made our way deeper and deeper into the prison. We turned a corner, into a vacant alcove between the general population complex and the solitary. As we did so, I spun around to face the group.
"I'm only going to tell you this once so listen good," I hissed. "Report
"I'm only going to tell you this once so listen good," I hissed. "Report
We dashed to an exterior door, which I held open. The calamity unfolding outside spilled in, our group lookin gincredulously at that which they were about to have to enter into.
"This is the end of the line. The Dropships are likely very lowly-defended, if at all, right now. You've got to make a break for it."
Charles
"This is the end of the line. The Dropships are likely very lowly-defended, if at all, right now. You've got to make a break for it."
Charles
"You don't need to worry about that, Mr. Kintaru...I'll see to it personally." I raised my assault rifle, and aimed it directly at Faulkner's head. The Doctor cringed and then smirked at me. "Schuster, I had a feeling you couldn't be trusted."
"You're hardly o
"You're hardly o
Okay Ben, its done. I hope it helps.
Who's PHOENIX?? 
LOL GARRETT!!!! I can totally see ben going 'what the blazes does this say?!?!?' and then making his best guess
Come back soon keith, we miss you
Come back soon keith, we miss you
QUOTE(Major Benjamin Maxwell @ Oct 27 2006, 05:35 PM) [snapback]2111[/snapback]
Thats...horrifying...
I'm goin with thew blonde thing too. Blonds are t3h hottne$$. 
You have GOT to be shitting me....
When the humvee rolled up in front of the Dauntless, the last thing I expected to see was the lanky Crayven-generated clone clambering out of it. I'd been holed up aboard the new vessel ever since our planetfall on Galatea, although I'd made it a point to be tuned in to everything that was happening around me. When I'd heard that Charles was on his way back to the ship with a p
When the humvee rolled up in front of the Dauntless, the last thing I expected to see was the lanky Crayven-generated clone clambering out of it. I'd been holed up aboard the new vessel ever since our planetfall on Galatea, although I'd made it a point to be tuned in to everything that was happening around me. When I'd heard that Charles was on his way back to the ship with a p
'Excalibur'
QUOTE(Captain Garrett Garland @ Dec 1 2006, 12:46 AM) [snapback]2353[/snapback]
Let our beautiful craft be christened with a fitting name. And remember, if a name doesn't make it for our ship, who's to say that it will not apear at some other point in the future.
I see BUSHIDO
Just wanted everyone to know I plan to be a part of this op........k?
I raised a hand.
"Let's talk about intel for a minute. What are the odds of our garrison actually getting hit? I've spoken to some of my LIC contacts and they seem to think it's remote, at best. What's in the dome? Something worth outsourcing the defenses for?"
"Let's talk about intel for a minute. What are the odds of our garrison actually getting hit? I've spoken to some of my LIC contacts and they seem to think it's remote, at best. What's in the dome? Something worth outsourcing the defenses for?"
"In truth, I believe that the dome really only contains a small research center. I believe that they are trying to figure out a way to get the terra-forming process restarted. As you know, the Marians are already feeling an economic drain from Vivarais; their currency is going to the entertainers on that world instead of staying inside the Hegemony. I think that they're worried that if the world can successfully establish itse
I shook off the sensation of the sudden jump into and out of hyperspace as best as I could, replacing my spectacles to my face as zero gravity took over. We'd been in the middle of learning hand to hand combat techniques, a field in which I required little in the way of refreshing in, when the jump had suddenly and unexpectedly taken place. I glanced over at Norrington, Garland, and the Phoenix clone, noticing their disoriented expressio
Oh, fantastic.....
The Bushwacker BSW-X1 lumbered toward me, its bristling weapons loadout glinting in the blazing Vivarais sun. The war machine was 35 tons heavier than mine and carried a payload capable of dismantling my 20-ton Locust piece by piece. Of most formidible note was the Mydron Model B Autocannon/10, a 'Mech-sized shotgun able to rip holes in my armor - not to mention the underlying delicate c
The Bushwacker BSW-X1 lumbered toward me, its bristling weapons loadout glinting in the blazing Vivarais sun. The war machine was 35 tons heavier than mine and carried a payload capable of dismantling my 20-ton Locust piece by piece. Of most formidible note was the Mydron Model B Autocannon/10, a 'Mech-sized shotgun able to rip holes in my armor - not to mention the underlying delicate c
I dodged and evaded the malestrom of weapons fire that crashed down around my Locust as I thundered away from the engagement, the Griffin, Black Hawk-KU, and Rakshasa hot on my tail, all but ignoring Charles Maxwell's feeble attempts at intervention. Only the Rakshasa seemed at all concerned with his presence, and minimally at that - it sprayed several flights of missiles in his general direction before
The pomp and circumstance surrounding the parade to the palace was both professional and awe-inspiring, and filled me with a sense of honor as my stocky Locust ambled down the narrow boulevard leading to the capital. I couldn't say the same for my comrades - as I glanced at the cockpits of the BattleMechs around me, I was met with mostly looks of boredom and distraction. For a moment, I was taken aback - but then I was reminded of
While Canopian gourmet wasn't exactly my fare of choice, it was an undeniable fact that the banquet spread before us had been prepared with no expense spared. A tantalizing aroma, the smell of a lavishly-cooked meal, wafted to my nodytils as the banquet staff whisked through the hall, placing meticulously-prpared platters of all manner of food before us, a soectacle which was doubly enticing to our unit given that the AutoVendor had been
As the formal introductions and speeches gave way to a more casual environment, guests began rising from their seats and milling about, mingling with the gathered guests and partaking in the feat that had been laid out before us. Dabbing at either corner of my mouth with a napkin, I politely excused myself from the conversation I had been engaged in with a local politician, extracted myself from the attention of the harem at my side, and sli
"Mister Schuster - what ever are you up to?"
Charles' expression was one of utter smugness as he loped into the chamber, his dress uniform flickering in and out of the long shadows being cast across the length of the chapel. I froze momentarily,
my mind racing through scenarios as I attempted to figure out how
Charles' expression was one of utter smugness as he loped into the chamber, his dress uniform flickering in and out of the long shadows being cast across the length of the chapel. I froze momentarily,
my mind racing through scenarios as I attempted to figure out how
Charles, Saburo, and I ducked through the hole left behind by the Dreadnought, crouching low along the outer wall of the palace and trying to stay clear of the crushing weapons fire spraying in all directions. We were not at all armed or armored properly to confront any sort of adversaries head on - the weapon I carried was loaded exclusively with nonlethal rounds and had very little in the way of stopping power. I just hoped that as we appr
"We had a deal." Charles snarled, the scent of brandy wafting from his mouth to burn my nostrils with its burning chemical smell as the older man glared
at me. "How do you propose to uphold your end of the bargain now? We can&#
at me. "How do you propose to uphold your end of the bargain now? We can&#
I curled into a ball, wrapped tightly in a roadkill blanket, and buried my face deep in the sea of pillows spread behind me. Tonight was the clam before the storm...I didn't know when or if I'd again have the chance to get a good nights' sleep, and so I planned to enjoy what I had while I had it. The vast amounts of liquor in my system would help with that.
As soon as Charles and the Phoenix clone concluded their argum
As soon as Charles and the Phoenix clone concluded their argum
I watched impassively as the Locust flew past us. Phoenix was reckless to the point of being suicidal. Had he been in the LAAF, he likely would have been jailed....or executed........for his repeated acts of insubbordination and non-compliance. There might have been those among us who were impressed by his daring flair, but I wasn't one of them. The look on Desparado's face told me that he wasn't either. Captain Garland hadn'
Artillery shells thundered down around us, friendly, obviously, given the precision nature of their targeting. I suspected it was being called in by the Phoenix clone, which amazed me...I was convinced that any artillery strike that the genetic monstrosity was involved in would show a blatant disregard for anything not directly connected with the mission objectives. I didn't let the illusion of its sudden compliance fool me, however. If
Charles had managed to escape in a flurry of high-caliber bullets, slithering into his cockpit with all the finesse of a snake escaping a predator. I quickly dashed to my Shadow Cat, which sat parked in a far corner of the hangar,and ran through the power-up sequence as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, by the time that I was up and moving, Charles and his hijacked BattleMech were already well underway and embroiled in the fury of b
I couldn't believe it. In the midst of the hellish firefight, as ugly as things had gotten, a new combatant had entered the fray. The last thing I'd expected to see was a massive Daishi lumbering drunkenly onto the field, staggering from time to time, as though its pilot were functioning in a diminished capacity. I wondered both where the huge Mech had come from, and who exactly was at the controls, but my questions were soon
In spite of Ben's drunken piloting, he managed to get a couple of impressive shots off. A Cauldron Born fell easily to the incredible firepower of his Daishi, and I was certain I saw several more acts of dismemberment and destruction before the leviathan piece of Clantech ran up against a seemingly-invincible Atlas and stopped dead in its tracks. I didn't really have much time to observe what happened after that,
I like it.......keep it coming!
Looks sweet. I posted!!!
5! 5! 5! 
These were great!!
It was cool to see Blaton and Clark make a cameo too.
These were great!! It was cool to see Blaton and Clark make a cameo too.
I don't have a monitor
(1024 x 768)
(1024 x 768)
QUOTE(Sergeant Alex Thorn @ Jan 24 2007, 10:08 PM) [snapback]2596[/snapback]
Okay I need some help here guys. I actually trust yall enough to ask this. Heh. I normally wouldnt ask my other friends this but hey you guys are cool enough.
Anyway, in about four months me and my girlfriend will be dating for one year. Now I need some
Eastern!! New York here!
So very cryptic!
Heavily commercialized.
l33tne$$
It sure as heck wasn't what I expected to find in my mailbox this morning, but I've missed you guys. Count me in!
A reboot? Like, completely starting over? I'm game. But I hope some of the nicer things about the RPG remain...like Sheratan...Site 187...and of course the AutoVendor
Oh yeah and we gotta keep Op Landslide. That was my personal favorite.
Oh yeah and we gotta keep Op Landslide. That was my personal favorite.
QUOTE(Captain Adam Wolf @ Nov 10 2009, 11:38 PM) [snapback]3448[/snapback]
Got a new Dossier up for Wolf, its much the same just a little bit of stuff changed and the equipment changed. Going to be adding info on his combat armor as soon as I get it figured ou
still wiping sleep from my eyes but Imma have to go with Keith on this one.....SMF looks cool but I think we need to keep the Invision...I got a lil bit of dough coming your way Ben! & will be posting later today
Hey, what's going on with Anvil Lance? I'm kinda waiting to hear from Garland and Thorn & Callahan before doing anything. Should I still wait?
A hiatus works; I know I for one am going home for the holidays and won't have much computer access (parents live in the stone age). Plus if you're going to be doing a major board upgrade this weekend it probably wouldn't be good for people to be doing a whole lot of posting. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! See you all Monday!
"Well, I - "
My thoughts were cut short as the intercom system at the vacant receptionist's desk began buzzing incessantly. Excusing myself from the office, I walked out to the lobby and jammed my finger down on the call button.
"Control. Schuster speaking."
Alex, this post is a response to yours
My thoughts were cut short as the intercom system at the vacant receptionist's desk began buzzing incessantly. Excusing myself from the office, I walked out to the lobby and jammed my finger down on the call button.
"Control. Schuster speaking."
Alex, this post is a response to yours
LEGIONNAIRES Compound
New Foundation, Tau Ceti IV (New Earth)
April 14, 3067
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I sighed heavily as I toggled the comm unit off. This Alex Thorn fellow was only the latest in a long string of unemployed guns-for-hire, looking for work on New Earth, to show up at our gates. I was certain he wouldn't be the last, either.
The jingle of a bell being struck by an
New Foundation, Tau Ceti IV (New Earth)
April 14, 3067
_______________________________________
I sighed heavily as I toggled the comm unit off. This Alex Thorn fellow was only the latest in a long string of unemployed guns-for-hire, looking for work on New Earth, to show up at our gates. I was certain he wouldn't be the last, either.
The jingle of a bell being struck by an
The LEGIONNAIRES mercenary unit was no stranger to the bizarre and unexpected; however, this was definitely a new one for me.
An out-of-work Clanner looking for employment? The economy has definitely gone to shit...
An uncomfortable pause passed between us as I struggled to formulate a response.Politely excusing myself from the cafeteria, I walked down the crumbling hall which led from the mortuary-turned-dining area, and stepped into the foyer. There were enough people vying for Captain Maxwell's attention at the moment, and I had other matters to attend to if we really were looking at dusting off in just a matter of days - or even hours. I had overheard Hobson's whispered conversation with Thorn, and even though I had the
An out-of-work Clanner looking for employment? The economy has definitely gone to shit...
An uncomfortable pause passed between us as I struggled to formulate a response.Politely excusing myself from the cafeteria, I walked down the crumbling hall which led from the mortuary-turned-dining area, and stepped into the foyer. There were enough people vying for Captain Maxwell's attention at the moment, and I had other matters to attend to if we really were looking at dusting off in just a matter of days - or even hours. I had overheard Hobson's whispered conversation with Thorn, and even though I had the
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Name: Nicholas Hans Schuster
Date of birth: 0318-3009 (3045)
Place of Birth: Dusseldorf, Germany, Terra
Citizen ID # : 125-97-2864
Age: 22
Height: 176.78 cm (5'8")
Weight: 65.77 kg (145 lbs)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blon
Name: Nicholas Hans Schuster
Date of birth: 0318-3009 (3045)
Place of Birth: Dusseldorf, Germany, Terra
Citizen ID # : 125-97-2864
Age: 22
Height: 176.78 cm (5'8")
Weight: 65.77 kg (145 lbs)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blon
"Any other questions?"
I looked around the room to see if anyone else would ask the question I was thinking. When it became clear that no one else was going to step up, I interjected.
"Sir, what are our salvage options on this mission?"
I looked around the room to see if anyone else would ask the question I was thinking. When it became clear that no one else was going to step up, I interjected.
"Sir, what are our salvage options on this mission?"
The status indicator crept slowly toward completion as my wrist computer, interfaced with the Thorin’s mainframe via a USB cable, fervently churned code in an attempt to break the elliptic curve encryption which stood between myself and the recharging station’s communications grid.. Already, I had had to bypass a proxy, defeat a firewall, and re-route a monitor just to get to this point. My trace tracker chirped at me as it warned
I had to laugh to myself as my Kit Fox dropped through the morning sky, its jump packs slowing the war machine's descent into the treeline. As the Thorin disappeared over the horizon, hemorrhaging black smoke from one of its fusion drives, the blistering wound on the vessel's side was clearly that of a Thunderbolt missile, and not some wimpy, single-shot LRM as Hobson had postulated. His completely preposterous s
I thought Dash was Wedge Lourde?
Proof that Dash is (probably) Wedge - read the last post by him on this page:
http://www.crayven.net/forums/index.php?sh...c=505&st=90
http://www.crayven.net/forums/index.php?sh...c=505&st=90
I should have guessed.
.LMFAO