The quartermaster looked around, scratching his head. I knew what he was looking for. A pair of ER Large Lasers on a loader wagon. They were stashed safely away somewhere, until I could find a good moment to clunk out the old mediums on Proteus and replace them with these puppies.
Lieutenant Commander Marcus Braddock
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Position: Lieutenant Commander | Legionnaires
Current Battlemech: Catapult - "Jackal."
Loadout: - 2x Holly LRM 15 launchers (shoulder mounted).
- 4x Martell Medium Lasers (torso mounted).
Current Battlemech: Catapult - "Jackal."
Loadout: - 2x Holly LRM 15 launchers (shoulder mounted).
- 4x Martell Medium Lasers (torso mounted).
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...And that's my cue to leave...
*Leaves*
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*Pokes head back in door*
It's a ski trip, It will last a week. But after that, It's back to school for my final *real* term, so I won't be posting quite as much. Have a good time of it!
*Leaves again*
*Leaves*
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*Pokes head back in door*
It's a ski trip, It will last a week. But after that, It's back to school for my final *real* term, so I won't be posting quite as much. Have a good time of it!
*Leaves again*
Back, sleepy, in love, and hungry... 'twas a good week.
Okay guys, now that the active mission is over, I'm going to take the opportunity to deal with the workload I have at the moment.
Ben, throw us an email when you prepare the next active mission, and I'll jump aboard.
I might also take the time put up a post in the Mech's thread about Proteus I've been working on.
Cheers all,
Talus.
Ben, throw us an email when you prepare the next active mission, and I'll jump aboard.
I might also take the time put up a post in the Mech's thread about Proteus I've been working on.
Cheers all,
Talus.
"Gentlemen, this is your last opportunity to pose any questions. We'll be putting down in this rock in ninety seconds."
This crackled in my earpiece as I was busy dry retching, my body convulsing and heaving even strapped tightly into the pilot's chair. FTL decelarations always do this to me, I can'
This crackled in my earpiece as I was busy dry retching, my body convulsing and heaving even strapped tightly into the pilot's chair. FTL decelarations always do this to me, I can'
The sharp report of LRM impacts rolled into the Mech hold, and the other Lances lined up to disembark, myself amongst them. I was still dazed, confused, but I coaxed Proteus into a pounding run down the ramp of the gargantuan dropship amongst the milling mechwarriors.
Once I was on solid ground, I vainly listened to the comms chatter, trying to pick up orders from someone, anyone.
I swung Proteus around, loo
Once I was on solid ground, I vainly listened to the comms chatter, trying to pick up orders from someone, anyone.
I swung Proteus around, loo
Castle and Sabre lance were still organising themselves at the LZ as the aerodynes swooped in low on their first run. Volleys of rockets were unleashed and peppered into the clustered battlemechs. Reacting quickly, I hauled my leg controls back, forcing Proteus into a backwards half-hop that took me out of the line-of-fire of the aerodyne wing.
As Sabre lance dissentangled itself and headed off to join Kodiak lanc
As Sabre lance dissentangled itself and headed off to join Kodiak lanc
"Talus, I'm deputizing you. You are now Kodiak-5, get over here and take some of this heat off of me!"
Desperado's neurohelmeted head dissapeared from my holo-display as quickly as it had appeared.
&
Desperado's neurohelmeted head dissapeared from my holo-display as quickly as it had appeared.
&
"Engage at will, find a target you'll have a superior advantage against and send it critical! Leave Saxon to me."
Proteus thundered along beside Desperado's Sunder class mech, matching it stride-for-stride.
"Start picking targets."
"Not too hard Major, looks to be a target-rich-environment."
I broadcasted dryly as my sensor-display filled with contacts. At the warning of hostile Clanners I had quick
Proteus thundered along beside Desperado's Sunder class mech, matching it stride-for-stride.
Combat.
Fast and brutal, mechanised combat.
Of the close and gritty kind.
Proteus re-entered a heaving brawl of mechs, the weapons discharge and the groan of strained armour plates combining into one cacaphonous symphony of discord.
To my right, Desperado was engaged in an irregular dance with the corporate leader, trading heavy blows.
I ignored them.
Ahead of me Reilly and Harris were enga
Fast and brutal, mechanised combat.
Of the close and gritty kind.
Proteus re-entered a heaving brawl of mechs, the weapons discharge and the groan of strained armour plates combining into one cacaphonous symphony of discord.
To my right, Desperado was engaged in an irregular dance with the corporate leader, trading heavy blows.
I ignored them.
Ahead of me Reilly and Harris were enga
"Okay boys, scatter and form a perimeter around the Dauntless, I don't want anything getting through until we're in fighting shape again."
I acknowledged the Captain's orders and walked Proteus slowly to her place in the line, not wanting to strain anything more than neccesary. Comms had come
I acknowledged the Captain's orders and walked Proteus slowly to her place in the line, not wanting to strain anything more than neccesary. Comms had come
"Start picking targets."
"Not too hard Major, looks to be a target-rich-environment."
I broadcasted dryly as my sensor-display filled with contacts. At the warning of hostile Clanners I had quick
Hey all, I'm Talus, the new bloke around here.
I just followed a link here, and it seems like a fun way to waste my spare time, so I've signed up. (as you can see...)
So... uhhh... I guess that was the point of this thread, Heya!
I just followed a link here, and it seems like a fun way to waste my spare time, so I've signed up. (as you can see...)
So... uhhh... I guess that was the point of this thread, Heya!
Organised ranks are always good... Sorry for any confusion I may have caused if that matters
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Organization of Units
Fire Team
- 2 Battlemechs
Lance (Platoon)
- 2 Fire Teams (2 'mechs each - 4 total)
Company
- HQ Lance (2 'mechs, support vehicles or 4 'mechs)
- 3 Standard Lances (4 'mechs each - 12 total)
Command of Units
Battlemech - Any body
Fire Team - Corporal
Lance - Sergeant or Lieutenant
Com
Fire Team
- 2 Battlemechs
Lance (Platoon)
- 2 Fire Teams (2 'mechs each - 4 total)
Company
- HQ Lance (2 'mechs, support vehicles or 4 'mechs)
- 3 Standard Lances (4 'mechs each - 12 total)
Command of Units
Battlemech - Any body
Fire Team - Corporal
Lance - Sergeant or Lieutenant
Com
Agreed.
Well I don't really know you well, but that doesn't mean I can't wish you good luck mate. 
...And buy grog; The bar is yours! 
Grats chum.
Grats chum.
True that...
Approved. Good idea, Garret.
I dont have a dollar...
...But I have some shiny rocks! And some string!
I'll buy that for some string.
...But I have some shiny rocks! And some string!
I'll buy that for some string.
You wander along the catwalks of the mechbay. It is well into the night hours. Your boots making a dull thunk every time they make contact with the girded steel surface. You walk leisurely past rows of jetties branching off the arterial catwalk, each leading to one of the Legionnaire's metallic behemoths.
You stop. You aren't the only one in the silent shadows of the mechbay.
Down the end of one jetty, you see a man
You stop. You aren't the only one in the silent shadows of the mechbay.
Down the end of one jetty, you see a man
I'm still here mate.
Yeah I've been noticing this, I still check this site every couple of days, and I've been waiting for someone who has more idea of what's going on (I.e Desperado or Ben) to advance the plot a bit.
I'm the next newest guy behind you, so I'm not quite sure how this is meant to be going down either.
But I guess I could give it a shot, hunting out the drone facility and whatnot.
As some of you may already be aware, the Tidewater Virginia area is dealing with some severe flooding as a result of the Nor'easter that recently hit the regi
...I would love to have one of the larger ones that has the screen in it...
You mean one of these?
Yeah I've been noticing this, I still check this site every couple of days, and I've been waiting for someone who has more idea of what's going on (I.e Desperado or Ben) to advance the plot a bit.
I'm the next newest guy behind you, so I'm not quite sure how this is meant to be going down either.
But I guess I could give it a shot, hunting out the drone facility and whatnot.
As an aside, let me just say that I am thoroughly enjoying both you and Drake's posts.
That's some good talent there, keep up the good work guys!
That's some good talent there, keep up the good work guys!
At least I know I don't have split personality, the one and only Talus standing right here...
And the assualt rifle the reptile is carrying looks to be from Halo, yes?
Okay, I say we wait a little while longer for Ben or the Cappie-D, and see what we can do if they don't show up...
And the assualt rifle the reptile is carrying looks to be from Halo, yes?
Okay, I say we wait a little while longer for Ben or the Cappie-D, and see what we can do if they don't show up...
And until Cappie-D shows up again, I guess I'll just stop gravity and hold my multi-ton mech in mid drop.
Unless anyone has any objections to my defying physics...
Unless anyone has any objections to my defying physics...
Exciting stuff! A fresh start could be just the ticket.
Count me in. Now I've got to backtrack and try to get back into Talus' shoes, so to speak.
Kudos everyone!
Count me in. Now I've got to backtrack and try to get back into Talus' shoes, so to speak.
Kudos everyone!
Seconded. Of course, morning is a bit later here in Australia, but I recieved it none the less.
Reporting for duty?
Reporting for duty?
Posted a Dossier for everyone to have a poke at. If I get round to drawing/finding a suitable headshot/representation I might attach that and some other junk in the future.
I just noticed these a few minutes ago when I caught up on the thread. Much approval.
(I get a theme, how sweet is that!
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Out of interest, do you compose those tracks yourself or are they sourced from somewhere?
(I get a theme, how sweet is that!
)Out of interest, do you compose those tracks yourself or are they sourced from somewhere?
QUOTE(Captain Benjamin Maxwell @ Nov 13 2009, 12:53 AM) [snapback]3469[/snapback]
As some of you may already be aware, the Tidewater Virginia area is dealing with some severe flooding as a result of the Nor'easter that recently hit the regi
I've never had any issues with Paypal. I take it that's $30 in USD though?
It should be coming at you in a day or three, the bank just has to transfer money into my Paypal account, and it's the weekend here.
@Kieth: Mad props on all the visuals so far.
@Kieth: Mad props on all the visuals so far.
QUOTE(MechWarrior Alex Thorn @ Nov 18 2009, 01:08 AM) [snapback]3524[/snapback]
...I would love to have one of the larger ones that has the screen in it...
You mean one of these?
Still here, just waiting for an opportunity. I wasn't quite sure how long we had until the jump point. Probably a post coming at you tomorrow morning (six or eight hours).
Mega-props to Holmes for that composition. I was imagining the whole thing rendered in full military band all the way through. Good stuff. Although you're right, last third really needed to be at a lower tempo.
I'll throw out another post in the OP later tonight (in a few hours) or tomorrow morning (A few more hours), in the wake of all this mass-murder shenanigans. Schuster you rogue, you.
PERSONNEL FILE/ASSESMENT REPORTS:
Name: Marcus [?] Braddock.
Serial #: 0524-3932-2241
Callsign: ‘Talus.’ (Predates Legionnaires’ Service)
Rank: Lieutenant.
Age: 26 [Postulated]
Date of Birth: 3041
Also he has a cigarette in his corncob pipe. He's THAT l33t!
This one line has kept me laughing for the last five minutes. Damn, mate.
I'll throw out another post in the OP later tonight (in a few hours) or tomorrow morning (A few more hours), in the wake of all this mass-murder shenanigans. Schuster you rogue, you.
Sounds good Ben.
Happy thanksgiving, you wacky Americ- wait, Kieth beat me to this shtick...
Happy thanksgiving, you wacky Americ- wait, Kieth beat me to this shtick...
Even inside the compound - which is above-par compared to our surroundings - the quality of the ferrocrete surfacing leaves room for improvement.
"Heh. Now that's the understatement of the year, I don't mind tellin' you..."”
I do things like that sometimes. Mutter answers to questions nobo
"Heh. Now that's the understatement of the year, I don't mind tellin' you..."”
I do things like that sometimes. Mutter answers to questions nobo
The glass gently cooled the inside of my hand as chilled water splashed into it from the purifier, the gentle gurgling noise at once soothing and teasing, speaking volumes about it’s refreshing wetness to my throat, filled as it was with the bitter tang of Corporal Schusters’ smoke.
Water’s good like that. It can be many things at once. As good a liquid as any to be reliant on, I figure.
I tuned back into the unfoldi
Water’s good like that. It can be many things at once. As good a liquid as any to be reliant on, I figure.
I tuned back into the unfoldi
Captains Wolf and Maxwell continued to discuss the legionnaires’ situation over my head as I sat silently in the chair I’d claimed. My mind was still in a spin from trying to keep up with this plan the two Captains had hatched, particularly the part with likelihood of imminent death.
I sure could pick ‘em, right? I’d signed on with this crowd because it had seemed to be the small fish. Struggling, perhaps, circling the
I sure could pick ‘em, right? I’d signed on with this crowd because it had seemed to be the small fish. Struggling, perhaps, circling the
“Alright then Bonesy, let’s see what this does for you...”
I withdrew my head from the torso casing of the construct and flicked off the handheld flashlight. ‘Sawbones,’ the Legionnaires’ antiquated and often malfunctioning medical construct, lay prone on the bench before me, tracks whirring forlornly in the air and its multitude of appendages spread about it in an eclectic fashion.
There you go; two choi
I withdrew my head from the torso casing of the construct and flicked off the handheld flashlight. ‘Sawbones,’ the Legionnaires’ antiquated and often malfunctioning medical construct, lay prone on the bench before me, tracks whirring forlornly in the air and its multitude of appendages spread about it in an eclectic fashion.
There you go; two choi
The rain, until now only a perpetual background drumming through layers of solid building, immediately began soaking me the moment I stepped out of the threshold and down the step. I pulled my jacket tight and buttoned up the front, hunching over to catch the worst of the deluge on my shoulders. The thick soles of my boots slapped out a wet staccato rhythm in the numberless rivulets coursing over every square inch of the ferrocrete s
“Morning.” Sergeant Hobson muttered through a haze of sleep that was almost visibly obscuring his robed form.
He was eyeing my bacon.
I was immediately on guard, sitting up straighter in my chair, squaring myself of
He was eyeing my bacon.
I was immediately on guard, sitting up straighter in my chair, squaring myself of
PERSONNEL FILE/ASSESMENT REPORTS:
Name: Marcus [?] Braddock.
Serial #: 0524-3932-2241
Callsign: ‘Talus.’ (Predates Legionnaires’ Service)
Rank: Lieutenant.
Age: 26 [Postulated]
Date of Birth: 3041
I had to fight a little to raise my hand in the cramped conditions (nearly putting an elbow in the eye of the poor technician next to me), but when Captain Maxwell gave me the nod I spoke loud enough for the whole assembly to hear.
"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
"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
Strapped into a jumpseat in the interior of the ship, I saw nothing of the compounding rent in reality that enveloped our little cluster of docked vessels and slung us over thirty light-years starwards in the merest few seconds of transition.
I sure as hell felt it, though.
It’s my theory that your body knows something fundamentally at odds with the nature of the universe has just happened to it, and so it kicks
I sure as hell felt it, though.
It’s my theory that your body knows something fundamentally at odds with the nature of the universe has just happened to it, and so it kicks
I’d thrown myself past a bewildered Gray out into the corridor, pushing myself faster and faster in the strange lope elicited by the lessened gravity.
It had taken me less than a minute, shoving aside crew and vaulting over obstacles, to reach the bridge.
Breathtaking is another of those words, y’know? It can scale from impossible beauty to the basest horror. I was confronted with something closer to the
It had taken me less than a minute, shoving aside crew and vaulting over obstacles, to reach the bridge.
Breathtaking is another of those words, y’know? It can scale from impossible beauty to the basest horror. I was confronted with something closer to the
Five days earlier...
The Saffel Jump-Point
April 22, 3067
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The lights were the first thing to go. Then the pressure.
The heavy-duty halogen operational lights mounted on the Battlemechs’ upper torso sparked and burst, the cone of light they had been cut
The Saffel Jump-Point
April 22, 3067
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The lights were the first thing to go. Then the pressure.
The heavy-duty halogen operational lights mounted on the Battlemechs’ upper torso sparked and burst, the cone of light they had been cut
Long minutes thrummed by as the Catapult thumped along at cruising speed, causing the cockpit to judder and shake heavily from side to side.
Not that I was paying attention to the view - I was running by instruments at the moment. The terrain Gunman had described unfolded gradually into my sensor display, and the constantly-updating lay-of-the-land grid in the bottom right of my HUD.
It looked to be a huge, gently hillock
Not that I was paying attention to the view - I was running by instruments at the moment. The terrain Gunman had described unfolded gradually into my sensor display, and the constantly-updating lay-of-the-land grid in the bottom right of my HUD.
It looked to be a huge, gently hillock
The Catapults’ choppy gait increased in pace as I made for the ridge. Gunman had made contact with something, and first and foremost I needed to be in a position to back him up if it turned out to be our quarry. One eye was at the weapons console, arming my primary loadout of LRM’s, while the other kept watch on the terrain display, ready to pull up short of the sheer drop.
Captain Wolf’s voice crackle
Captain Wolf’s voice crackle
The crippled Cyclops was still trying to come about on Captain Wolfs' circling Battlemaster, even as it wobbled on its' destabilised gyro and vital coolant gushed out of deep rents in the bulky torso.
The pilot had determination - I'll give him that much.
Of course, determination wasn't going to stop my second volley of LRM's from splitting him open like a can of soup. At maximum range, th
The pilot had determination - I'll give him that much.
Of course, determination wasn't going to stop my second volley of LRM's from splitting him open like a can of soup. At maximum range, th
These are choice, Ben. 
There must be a metric ton of similar-calibre-snuffs from over the years.
There must be a metric ton of similar-calibre-snuffs from over the years.
Hoo boy, these are a laugh.
A slightly belated congratulations on that very amusing commentary, Kieth!
A slightly belated congratulations on that very amusing commentary, Kieth!
I'm pretty confused now too. One things for sure though - poor Celina.
QUOTE(MechWarrior Kazuki Kintaro @ Nov 23 2009, 06:05 AM) [snapback]3604[/snapback]
Also he has a cigarette in his corncob pipe. He's THAT l33t!
This one line has kept me laughing for the last five minutes. Damn, mate.
Oh man that was good for a laugh. I had trouble sitting through the voice it was that... intensely annoying.
That poor bird...