Date of text 13.11.3063
--Cold. The only way to describe the savage conditions of this planet. There was so much snow that it weighed down my 'mech. I didn't know if the joints in my killer can would freeze up or not, so I tried to stay on a steady walk of my patrol area, keeping my throttle at about 19km. Orders were to stay at nav Rho and defend the Capitol building. Mission control briefed us on the importance of the negotiations between those Clan bastards and the Idlewind government. How many fleets could this small sector of the Clans bring to meet us on the field? Feh, I bet they'll just turn tail and run when the time to fight comes. My lancemate, Gerrard, and I have both had run-ins with the Ghost Bear after working for the Combine for several years and all they ar doing now is paying us to babysit these damned politicians. Gerrard tells me that it's their money, and to let them pay us to babysit. I think he's lost his passion for combat. Well, all we have to do is wait on this mission, so I'll have plenty of time to think about a new contractor.--
Date of text 19.11.3063
--Some of the other pilots that have been telling rumors of how they spotted some a Clan dropship! Oh I wish I would've been there; I haven't heated up my lasers in a while! The odd thing about these tales though, was that the Clan emblem wasn't Ghost Bear. In fact, it turns out that it was a Crusader Clan, known as Hell's Horses. But I better not get my hopes up for a fight. Although some extra C-Bills wouldn't hurt to have in my bank account...--
Date of text 27.11.3063
--These negotiations will never end! When will those damned politicians ever quit their bickering and settle on an agreement! I sit in this bucket of bolts three times a week, freezing because my heater broke and we couldn't get an engineer to come out because of strict police codes running through this area because of the heightened military activity. Gerrard got on to me today for lying to him about my smoking. He is such an uptight person. It's like fighting alongside your mom or dad. He should lighten up, it's not like he doesn't smoke. He always said, "Only on occasion". Only on occasion, my ass. I swear, I'm docking him for the next contract.--
Date of text 30.11.3063
--They came out of nowhere! The enemy had ambushed us when we were at our own foolish ease. Yesterday the Hell's Horses dropped some battlemechs and a couple squadrons of tanks. I couldn't tell friend from foe when the firing started. These Clan bastards had done their research and planned the attack to occur during a blizzard. Freezing temperatures forced infantry inside buildings and no Battle Armor was readily available to deal with the threat, so it was my lance and two Idlewind military units who engaged in the battle. I was on the other side of the city when I got the communique about hostiles in our area, so I raced over there, calling my lance into formation. A pair of Corvis' were wailing away at my lance with autocannons and lasers, and I watched in horror as I saw Brendon's BEO-12 Beowulf have it's cockpit explode from a scorching laser blast. Skinner destroyed the leg of one of the enemies with continuos rotary machine gun fire, and then concentrated his firepower on the other 'mech while after he felled that one. Gerrard and I depleted our ballistics ammunition, and that was when I found the first good thing about this cold planet: My engine barely heated. After I realized this, I wailed away with my lasers until the last of all the Clan units was annihilated. Terrible things these clanners will do to complete the misson. I had to watch a friend die, but as long as I collect my C-Bills, I can live with it.--
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