I don't own Battletech or Mechwarrior if I did I probably not live in a one bedroom apartment across the street from a Wal-Mart
Nowhere
Solaris VII
Lyran Commonwealth
December 10, 3070
Jonan had been laying low over the last week after the full scale pitched battle with the Blakists. It had been grueling work to get his 'Mechs back up to fighting shape. He mourned the death of Daniels, but he needed his lances up to strength. He had moved Anderson's Clan made Gladiator into Tor's Lance, but he was not sure how he was going to fill the open slot in the Shock Lance in Hasek's company. He had contacted Eric Grey of the Solaris Home Defense League, and Grey had at least agreed to a meeting.
Jonan, Sarah, and David climbed into a VTOL owned by Jonan. They were dressed in MechWarrior togs with long coats over their cooling vests. Jonan wanted to be ready if they had to rush back to base camp. "Alright, I don't know what kind of piss ant, fool ass amateurs Grey has working for him so I guarantee nothing."
"Well since I just gave you one of my men I hope you can find me a replacement," David said sarcastically. "But seriously, these guys have been fighting the wobbies for a few years now, so they have to have a few competent MechWarriors."
"The biggest problem you're going to face is, assuming Grey has some decent warriors, will he part with them?" added Sarah. "I figure the only guy that Grey will give us will be useless."
"Well we'll see. I don't know Eric Grey, but if he wants to dislodge the robes he'll do whatever it takes to keep us in the fight."
The VTOL landed outside of Eric Grey's headquarters. Eric Grey wore a business suit and looked more like a lawyer then man fighting a war. Jonan did not know Grey at all. All that Jonan knew was that Eric had the largest number of resistance forces fighting under his flag. Jonan, providing a stark contrast in his fighting clothes, walked up and shook the man's hand.
Eric led them into a conference room so that they could do business. "To what do I owe the honor, Major Gregor?"
"Well, Eric, it seems that we have a common enemy in the Word of Blake Militia, and I thought that we should coordinate our efforts more. I am also in need of a new pilot. In our last action against the Blakists, one of my veterans fell to an ambush. I'm not looking to take one of your veterans, but I gather that you know many of the warriors here and you might be able to point me in the right direction."
"Of course, Jonan…."
At that Jonan cut him off. "You may refer to me as 'Major'. When and if I see that you are more than a glory hounding lawyer playing at war you may address me as 'Jonan'. "
Eric looked a bit flustered and taken aback by Jonan's remark but continued. "I'm sorry, Major; I was going to say that any help you could give us would be greatly appreciated. Your unit has a sterling reputation, and it is unfortunate about your pilot. I will see if I can find any MechWarriors in town that may fit what you are looking for. I will send you a list of freelancers who are not currently fighting for me."
"That sounds good. I will be in contact so that we may hammer out how we will help each other fight the Blakist threat," ended Jonan. With that the meeting ended as quickly as it began.
Nowhere
Solaris VII
Lyran Commonwealth
December 10, 3070
Chris Gamorra looked on in disgust as the new heavy 'Mech was being painted in Ghost Knight colors. The 'Mech looked ancient. It has to be at least four hundred years old. He looked over the 'Mech, noting that it was obviously heavily modified. Each arm ended in a rotary autocannon. Each autocannon had an under slung laser, probably mediums. He saw a laser in each torso and a SRM 4 pack on the right shoulder. It was an impressive load out. Chris wondered what had been given up to allow for such a heavy weapons load.
Jonan walked up to Chris. "Do you recognize it?" asked Jonan.
Chris gave a shrug.
"It's a Hammerhands. I saw one in a museum on New Avalon once. It was one of the first Battlemechs produced by the Federated Suns."
"Well, Jonan, thank you for that pointless bit of information. I was wondering why with the opening in your assault lance I didn't get a shot at the spot. And then I see this….antique, this museum piece. I'm forced to wonder if you even know what you're doing running this unit."
Jonan snorted. "Well I'm sorry my methods are not satisfactory to you. Next time I decide who I trust at my back you will be the first person whose opinion I'll ask. As for this 'antique' as you call it. It is upgraded with the latest tech. The pilot seems to know what he's doing in a fight. And, unlike you, he knows his place in the chain of command. And don't worry; I haven't forgotten that I told you I would find you a new 'Mech to replace the Spirit. But, as you well know, we haven't had much of a chance to salvage many of the Blakist 'Mechs. Oh and one more thing. I'm reassigning the lances to an organization more suited to fight in the situation we have been presented." At that Jonan handed Chris a detailed new TO&E of the battalion.
Chris looked over the list and noticed that he was getting some of the heavier machines in his new company.
"Oh and Gamorra, I've got a job for you. It seems the Word is rounding up people and putting them in a reeducation camp near Solaris City. I want you to put together an Op to liberate the camp. Do that and then you might get some recognition around here."
Sorry for the long wait life and writers block happened.