2.
We creep along the landscape on the way to our MFB's to find that one has been destroyed, and another has been damaged. Static comes over my headset as the driver of the damaged MFB explains the details of what is going on. It seems that their ground support was scattered across the landscape by a Chimera with 3 helicopter's for air support. I knew we should have had more than 4 Bulldogs for cover, but it wasn't my call. My alpha is going to be pissed. I move into position and shut down my mech as I get what repairs done as I can. "All clear," the crew leader tells me. I start my mech up and smile as my radar comes back online and I get a weapons check. Quarter load of MRM missles, the rest were leveled when one of the MFB's went up in smoke. Was a shame too, those aren't cheap, but then again, I get paid to join this pitiful squad, and I don't have to pay for ammo, so I don't question too much. "So what's the damage, chief?" I ask to see how much more I can take. "Hydraulic problem with your left leg, due to shrapnel, and the pulse laser is just gone, nothing we can do about that. Radar is all fixed, just some severed wires and a down coupling. We had a spare so we were able to fix that. Heat sinks are dead, had more in the MFB that was damaged, that was due to being shot at though. We have more on the Dropship. Everything that survived though is now nominal. Happy hunting!"
Oh goody, I get to have some firepower, but not enough. I'm going to get going back to the drop ship, get my ass off of this rock. "So how did you guys defend yourselves after your back up got dusted?" I ask. "We had our engineers jury rig an EPPC to one of our MFB's and fired away until it overheated, which was one or two shots," was my reply. Nice idea, I thought. Just then I hear alarms go off and see people start scrambling.
"What's all the commotion about? My scope shows negative contact."
"An Atlas, coming our way, can't explain it, but it shows no contact either, just like its transmitting on our freq as a friendly, but the colors are of the other clan!"
Oh shit, their going to try to dust one of our friendlies in a pirated mech!
"Stand down! He's a friendly, its Connor in a mech he salvaged!" I shout on my mic while using my computer to transmit an all clear code. Shit, better work fast, is all I can think as I hear the EPPC charge over the wine of the alarms. I get a confirm code broadcasted back and the alarm klaxons stop and everyone calm down. Over my headset, I hear, "Stand down, this is a friendly, Clan affiliation Smoke Jaguar. I repeat, stand down!"
Connor comes up slowly, armaments pointed skyward. He moves into position for the MFB's to repair him and repaint his mech.
I smile as I ask the chief if he has enough support from the new Atlas to be safe enough to head back to the dropship.
They smile and give me the signal to bug out. Time to head back to the drop ship.
We creep along the landscape on the way to our MFB's to find that one has been destroyed, and another has been damaged. Static comes over my headset as the driver of the damaged MFB explains the details of what is going on. It seems that their ground support was scattered across the landscape by a Chimera with 3 helicopter's for air support. I knew we should have had more than 4 Bulldogs for cover, but it wasn't my call. My alpha is going to be pissed. I move into position and shut down my mech as I get what repairs done as I can. "All clear," the crew leader tells me. I start my mech up and smile as my radar comes back online and I get a weapons check. Quarter load of MRM missles, the rest were leveled when one of the MFB's went up in smoke. Was a shame too, those aren't cheap, but then again, I get paid to join this pitiful squad, and I don't have to pay for ammo, so I don't question too much. "So what's the damage, chief?" I ask to see how much more I can take. "Hydraulic problem with your left leg, due to shrapnel, and the pulse laser is just gone, nothing we can do about that. Radar is all fixed, just some severed wires and a down coupling. We had a spare so we were able to fix that. Heat sinks are dead, had more in the MFB that was damaged, that was due to being shot at though. We have more on the Dropship. Everything that survived though is now nominal. Happy hunting!"
Oh goody, I get to have some firepower, but not enough. I'm going to get going back to the drop ship, get my ass off of this rock. "So how did you guys defend yourselves after your back up got dusted?" I ask. "We had our engineers jury rig an EPPC to one of our MFB's and fired away until it overheated, which was one or two shots," was my reply. Nice idea, I thought. Just then I hear alarms go off and see people start scrambling.
"What's all the commotion about? My scope shows negative contact."
"An Atlas, coming our way, can't explain it, but it shows no contact either, just like its transmitting on our freq as a friendly, but the colors are of the other clan!"
Oh shit, their going to try to dust one of our friendlies in a pirated mech!
"Stand down! He's a friendly, its Connor in a mech he salvaged!" I shout on my mic while using my computer to transmit an all clear code. Shit, better work fast, is all I can think as I hear the EPPC charge over the wine of the alarms. I get a confirm code broadcasted back and the alarm klaxons stop and everyone calm down. Over my headset, I hear, "Stand down, this is a friendly, Clan affiliation Smoke Jaguar. I repeat, stand down!"
Connor comes up slowly, armaments pointed skyward. He moves into position for the MFB's to repair him and repaint his mech.
I smile as I ask the chief if he has enough support from the new Atlas to be safe enough to head back to the dropship.
They smile and give me the signal to bug out. Time to head back to the drop ship.