Battletech [Battletech/Planetary Annihilation SI] Iron Blooded Commander

Chapter 2.2

Seras

Well-known member
Chapter 2.2 Raise your Flag
3020
Zaniah III
Starboro City
Red Base
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The first week passed in relative peace. But I figured it was time to start passing out some rewards. I took my Locust out once everyone was in bed, and entered one of the side passages I had started to build out most nights. Slowly I was creating a spiderweb of tunnels surrounding the base. The hope would be we could pop out of the ground from any direction to surprise invaders. Plus it gave me plenty of space to build things out of sight. Tonight. I created the first big step for the actual military side.

It took me all night, and a huge chunk of the metal reservoir. An issue that I realized I would have to work on fixing. Plans for the next night to place more metal extractors. But that was for the next night. Because in the morning the company is going to party.

As soon as the morning wake up alarm went off and everyone swayed sleepily into the cafeteria for chow. I was ready. Once everyone was sitting I stood. “Company meeting in the Main Mechbay after chow. Everyone needs to be there. Enjoy your breakfast.” I called out before retaking my seat and finishing my own food in a rush. Benny Gauge, and Alfred, my current command staff of sorts all looked at me in confusion but I waved them away. This was a surprise after all.

I ate quickly and headed over to the underground bay. We kept the mechs during the night, although I made sure to keep the mechs mostly above ground during the day. I didn’t want a surprise inspection to come through only to not see the mechs in the Hangar.

Standing on the foot of my Locust I waited for everyone to file into the room, the hundreds of voices filling the room with noise as they whispered and talked about what was happening. Once everyone was inside I raised my hand.

“Attention!” I barked out, and despite a bit of sloppiness here and there, my soldiers stood quickly to listen to what I had to say.

“This company is more than just some merc unit. We aren’t just soldiers looking for a paycheck. We have all lived the same life, we all suffered the same injustice,and we are the only family we have left.” I looked over the rows of young soldiers and felt a good burst of pride. I had done this. Brought them this far.

“It is with that in mind that I remind you that family, look after each other. Help each other, and at times when someone in the family does something deserving. Reward each other. Lieutenant Benny. Step forward!” I shouted, and the young man did so jerking forward in surprise as he came out of the horde of soldiers.

“Today. I am going to show all of you what your future holds if you go above and beyond in this company, and in this family.” I pushed a button on a small remote I had hidden in my pocket. And one of the blast doors that had been locked shut until now opened, slowly. The lights didn’t come on, revealing a shadowy corridor and nothing else, I could see everyone squinting and trying to see what was in the darkness. Only once the doors were fully opened did I hit the second button to activate the lights.

It took everyone a minute to figure out what they were seeing. After all, a few did double takes looking towards Gauges Centurion that was still in the gantry besides my Locust. Then to see the second and third Centurion that was standing freely in the large hall. Both were pristine, and in the colors of the Iron Blooded. A rusty red and a grayish white.

“Lieutenant Benny. For the effort you have put in, I acknowledge this company could not have begun without your support. No, I suppose, it’s no longer Lieutenant. MechWarrior! I award you the third mech in our company!”

The look of shock on his face hit me. I suppose the few weeks we had spent settling in made him think I wasn’t going to give him a mech?

Silly kid. He was way too busy getting everything sorted out to take on Mechwarrior training as well! But things had become routine now, and well.

I needed a jump in fighting strength. A full lance? Yeah that would be a much better deterrent for nonsense than a demi-Lance.

I strode down and pulled him into a hug for a moment “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you are crying.” I whisper into his ear before I pull him out of the roaring crowd towards his new mech.

“Vicky. I…”

“Don’t mention it. Besides, it comes with a cost. You get to figure out who gets the second one. So have fun with that. You are going to have every soldier in the company coming to you to beg to be the pilot. Enjoy.”

Despite that curse I put on him, I was pretty sure he didn’t care. At that moment Benny would have taken the pleading of the entire planet as long as he got to keep his new mech.

“But that isn’t all!” I called out over the noise and had every eye in the room focus back on me. “There has been an issue I have been considering for some time. Benny. Gauge. Step forward.” I waited for the two other Mechwarriors to move before I pointed.

“We orphans have some traditions. Most of them aren’t something we chose, but were forced on us. We aren’t the same as we were on Solaris. Gauge, Benny. Mechwarriors! How can you stand before us having reached such heights.” I paused letting the tension build for a few moments.

“Not having chosen a family name.” I let my words drift through the room. “We aren’t ruled by the matrons who took our name to make us fit into their world anymore. Pick a name. A name that will be synonymous with the mechs standing beside you. These machines are yours now. And some day, they will be your childrens.”

Both boys looked quite shocked at the request. Sure, they were both getting to the age they would have been given their original family names, or just choose one of their own. But this wasn’t about aging out. It was about becoming more than just the orphans we all were.

While Gauge hesitated, obviously unsure Benny didn’t. “Commander! My name it’s Benjamin Rommel! From now until I die.”

I smirked. “Big name. Are you up for that challenge?”

“I am!”

“Well then Lieutenant Rommel! Know that it won’t be until you die. It will be your name for far longer than that!”

The whispers and comments were flying through the room as I turned to Gauge, “Do you have your pick yet?”

“I do. Gauge Blake.” That was a name alright. I felt my eyebrows quirk up but only for a moment before I smiled and nodded. If that is what my best friend wanted, then that is what he got.

“Well. You also have a big name to live up to then!” I congratulated him. “Everyone, let's hear it for Benny Rommel, and Gauge Blake!” I called out to the group getting a cheer from the crowd of teenagers, Gauge and Benny both being swamped by the crowd.

I put out one final word before the crowd was dispersed to enjoy a small party I had set up. Everyone should start thinking about their own family names. It put an odd air on the party after, but at least it started the process.

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In the end Benny decided to hold the fourth Centurion as a reward for the ones who did best in our little ‘boot’ camp. And let me tell you. The increase in discipline in my soldiers was astounding. Everyone was suddenly deadly serious about being the best soldier they could be.

Good job Benny.

But while everyone else was running around in bootcamp. Gauge, Benny and I were training. “C’mon Benny! Get up! How are you going to survive a battle when you fall on your ass, and it takes you a week to get up!” I yell at him over the radio as he staggers trying to crab walk back to his feet.

Benny had hit a sand dune, and it had slipped out from under him. This was not the first, nor the last time he had ended up flat, Gauge was getting better as well, but he still ate shit whenever he wasn’t focused.

I was still rubbing the bruise on my shoulder from where I had tilted sideways as a chunk of dirt had given way under my feet sending me tumbling into an old wash. The faint humm of a Large laser firing in the background hinted that Gauge was still working on his aim. Benny would be there soon once we got him secure enough on his feet.

“This… Is harder than it looks!” Benny grunted out as he seemed to finally get the position right, and with his gyro screaming he slowly righted himself regaining his feet. “Okay okay I got it, I got it.” He muttered over the open line as he slowly began taking a few more much more hesitant steps. I followed my own footing more confident, although I was keeping a close eye on the ground as I moved along with him.

Falling over in a Battlemech wasn’t a joke. Even if it was hilarious.

“It takes practice, honestly I’m not sure if it’s a good, or a bad thing, the ground out here is so bad. If it was better, this would be easier, but we wouldn’t be getting so much practice!”

The huff of irritation that came over my radio as my only response as Benny continued moving around in large circle, around the base. The path Gauge and I had started was becoming our unofficial Mechwarrior training course at this point. As we moved we eventually caught up to Gauge near the range I had set up.

“Gauge! No standing still. If you are shooting you need to be moving!” I yell at him as soon as we get close enough to see what he is doing and I could see the shoulders of his mech hunch in irritation as I see him start walking around as he is taking shots at the targets. His large laser was thankfully set to training mode, so he wasn’t burning through them with each shot letting him refine his aim over the hours we had been out here.

“Don’t complain. You wanted to be a Mechwarrior Mr. Blake? Then practice practice practice!”

The streaks of the Luxor 3 LRM 10 shooting off a moment later had me chuckle, as all the missiles ended up missing the targets. “Try again! We have plenty of ammo, and it’s good practice, for the techs to learn to reload our mechs.” I tell him watching him start shooting off the last few reloads for him LRM.

His jog back to the hangars where the mech techs were on duty to resupply our mechs ammo when needed was slowed when he nearly fell, but after a few moments he managed to get his gyro working for him, and he stepped over the shifting sands to keep moving.

We were all getting better. Slowly but surely.

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“Say that again?” I couldn’t help but ask, looking up from an update that Sergeant Kurtz had given about the training he was supervising.

Benny nodded. “Freddy came back with half the supplies he was sent out for. I was going to have a stern word with him but… He found the orphanage.”

“From how you are acting, and for Freidrich to hand away our supplies, it must have been bad.”

“It was. Freddy says the kids were basically starving. Apparently the water shortage has been… Rough for the orphanages. He dropped off enough supplies to help, but well. It’s getting around. Everyone is talking about it.”

I eased back away from my papers to think. Of course there were orphanages on Zaniah III. This was an age of war. Orphans were everywhere.

And of course my orphans would want to peek in on their cousins.

“Tell Freidrich he made the right choice. But next time he wants to hand over supplies he calls it in first. We have radios for a reason.” I grumble as I stand. “C’mon let’s go see what we are dealing with.” I grab my jacket and hat as I leave the comfortably cool room downstairs, to slowly rise up the ramp into the hell that is the Zaniah III surface.

Freidrich was waiting up top near his supply truck the fact he was wringing his hat in his hands at least told me he realized he had messed up.

Good thing for him, this was not just a military company but also a family. “You screwed up.” I told him as I walked up. Stopping close enough to jab a finger into his chest. “Tell me how you screwed up.”

I gave him a moment to process the question watching as the older boy hesitated before nodding. “I gave away supplies. Supplies that were meant to feed our soldiers, an-”

“Nope.” I cut him off instantly. “Wrong wrong wrong. You didn’t screw up by wanting to help the Zaniah orphans, Freidrich. We all know what it’s like, you screwed up because you didn’t use your radio to let us know what you were doing!” I poke him again just to get the point across. “If you had messaged us, we could already have another water truck filled and headed out. You are part of a group. Communication can not be something you leave until too late.”

With that I turned. Hopping back into the truck that he had driven back in. “Well, let’s go, I want to see this orphanage with my own eyes.” I ordered out. I amused myself counting down until Freidrich realized I had just given him an order as he hurriedly hopped into the truck to drive us off the base.

I wasn’t sure I was prepared for what I would find at this orphanage.

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Pulling up to the ancient building that looked like it hadn’t had a coat of coat in a century didn’t leave me with great feelings. The old building looked run down, and doubly so when I noticed just how many kids were wandering around.

The fact every window was open told me they probably didn’t have a working AC. The moment I stepped out of the truck I could feel the heat slam into me and I began sweating. It was a hot day today. Even for Zaniah.

The many heads of young orphans, some younger and some older than me were peering out windows and up from where they were resting in whatever shade they could find. Freidrich stepped out beside me as I looked it over.

“It’s a shithole.”

“Yeah.” He stepped forward heading up the broken wooden steps that lead to the front entrance. Where a woman was just stepping out from deeper inside. “Ma’am. We brought some more water.” He offered. To the older woman who looked just as sweat soaked and tired as the orphans watching what was happening.

The look of relief I was expecting didn’t appear. Instead she hesitated before nodding. “Thank you, that will help.” She offered distantly.

Interesting.

“Freidrich, this the Matron here?”

“I am not.” She offered. The girl was probably mid twenties, early thirties with a harsh glare, and her dark hair tied up in a ponytail to keep the heat off her neck. “There hasn’t been an official matron to take care of the orphanage in a decade. I’m… The oldest. So I stayed. Sasha Frumpt.”

“Victoria Eisen-Blume. While Friedrich didn’t have permission, I have no problems with him delivering some supplies. If you let us know what you need we will make sure it appears.”

She seemed taken aback by the offer as her eyes narrow. “I don’t know you. What do you want? Normally, I would assume you’re here to buy slaves, but you are way too young for that.” She offered, and the fact she even had that thought in her head meant someone probably had come by at least once wanting to do just that.

I felt my fists clench.

“I’m an orphan. So is Freidrich if he didn’t tell you. So is everyone in my company.” I let that fill the air for a moment. “I’m Victoria Eisen-Blume, Commander of the Iron Blooded Company. But I suppose it would be more accurate to call us the Iron Blooded Orphans.” I say feeling a smirk stretch my lips despite myself.

I was never going to get tired saying that to peoples faces and being the only one to get the joke.

“Freidrich is my supply officer, he was checking on the orphanages in the area, call it checking in on distant cousins. He was not supposed to deliver the supplies here, but considering your situation. It’s obvious he did not deliver enough.” I stepped back and pointed to the truck. “It’s full of clean water. Where do you want it?”

Her hesitation appeared again before she swallowed it. “Around the back. That is where the water tank is located, we can fill it up there.”

“You heard the woman Freidrich.” he nods seriously before running back to the truck. “So, I’m curious what happened to the matrons that are supposed to be here. Katrina Steiner is pretty good about making sure us orphans are looked after if nothing else.”
“Pay. This isn’t the first year of drought. It’s been bad for a while. The money that gets paid to the Matrons of the orphanages, or at least this one hasn’t been available for years.” Sasha shrugged. “The last Matron, old lady Maria, died years ago. All the rest left when the pay stopped coming in. We still get some money for supplies, but well. That’s it. And it’s not enough. No with water being so expensive.”

“And the Governess hasn’t stepped in, or anyone in the Zaniah government?”

“Who would? I doubt they even know, that would involve them actually coming down here, to see how the orphanage is going… They only do that when they want one of us. Usually not even to adopt.”

“Well. We are here now.”

She looked me up and down. Being something like half her age, I doubt my assurance meant anything.

She would see. I would make sure of it.

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The news took a while to reach us. Not least because we were so far outside of the city, but also because most kids, especially kids that are busy training in bootcamp, or working to keep everyone fed don’t really care much about the news.

That we did hear about it, says a lot about how much of an impact it was having on the sphere.

‘Katrina Steiner, Archon of the Lyran Commonwealth offers to all the great houses peace. An end to the Third succession war!?’

The paper was dropped onto my desk by Freidrich after another one of his much more common supply runs. The boy had to head out more often now that we were supplying the orphanage.

Although I had a feeling that wasn’t going to last long. I had already started to see some new orphans among my troops. Starting fresh in our little bootcamp.

My family was getting bigger.

But the headline was what everyone was talking about. Too bad for Bennys face that had been so interested in my reaction. I already knew this would happen.

“Too bad only the Fed Suns will actually agree.” I told my command staff after they dropped the paper off on my little desk.

“Aww c’mon Vicky! This might really be the end of the wars!” Gauge was eager, happy. As if this would finally stop the decline of the sphere and bring back the peace. Of course if you asked him, it was always ComStar that would eventually put an end to the wars.

“It won’t. The snakes will never accept this. They will treat it as a show of weakness. The League won’t either. They will think the same. Liao are too crazy to think that they are losing, so they will never accept peace. Davion will accept. It makes no sense for him to refuse, but that won’t be the end of the problems there.”

“You're no fun Vicky.” Gauge grumbled, while Benny chuckled. “I don’t entirely agree. I bet the League will accept. It would cover their most difficult border. Marik could finally take care of their internal issues. And probably take Canopus.”

“They won’t.” I argue with the benefit of hindsight. “That would require them to have more control than they have. Too many factions in the League want the fighting to continue.”

“Pff. We’ll see Commander.” Benny teased before turning serious. “Do have to worry about this. If the war ends, we might have trouble finding work in the future.”

Considering just how wrong that thought was, I almost burst into laughter, but I managed to keep my face straight. “There will always be fighting. Don’t worry. The Iron Blooded Company isn't going to run out of wars to fight anytime soon.”

“If you say so Commander.”

“Well this doesn’t change much, but it is interesting. I guess if nothing else we have a good Archon in charge right now. One that is shooting for peace.” I offer aloud.

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I should have expected something like this, but when I got a radio message about a month after starting to supply the orphanage, that Sasha was hitching a ride to the base, and wanted to speak with me, it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise.

But I really hadn’t been expecting a woman to hijack a military supply truck and basically demand to be taken to our base. Friedrich did learn from before so he called it in, and I gave the go ahead, but I could hear the strain in his voice while he requested permission for her to be brought in, and well.

I doubt this was his idea.

So there I was waiting outside in the heat, my Locust parked as we had been training when I got the call, when the water truck came to our base. Was stopped at our checkpoint and then was driven up the no longer dirt road to where I was standing.

The road was actually a massive pain in the ass. I had wanted something more secure, but couldn’t just ‘create’ a road out of nothing without letting everyone know something was off.

So I cheated.

I created a bunch of road chunks that could be connected together to make a pretty smooth concrete road, so that between Gauge and Benny working together they could fit together with their Centurions. Giving them something to do while getting used to their mech, and fixing our crappy dirt road from checkpoint to hangar.

Thinking I was ready I waited for the truck to pull up and out stepped Sasha Frumpt. Who I would soon learn no one was ever truly ready to deal with.

No, the moment she stepped out of the truck she stomped over towards me, and actually picked me up right off my feet with a fist in my tank top. I realized she was in a mood.

“Where are my little brothers!” She growled the woman, easily picking me up to stand on my tip toes as I startled at her sudden attack.

“W-what?” I stuttered as I felt my boots scrabble on the ground to get traction before she suddenly let me go and I was flailing to keep upright.

“Don’t mess with me. I don’t care if you are a mercenary commander. My little brothers are coming home. Now.”

I blinked for a moment before realizing what she was getting at. “Ah, gotcha. Well that’s up to them. We aren’t kidnapping them, or keeping them hostage. I haven’t accepted any official new soldiers into the company since we landed, so if they are here, they are here because they want to be.”

“You are going to get them killed! They aren’t soldiers!”

“No, they are worse. They are ‘non-combatants’ you know the ones that when the battle breaks out, they don’t even have a gun to defend themselves with.” I snarked back but at least it quieted the argument for a moment. “I’m not exactly happy about having a bunch of kids as an army either. But frankly. I would rather do it my way than join some military unit at 16 and end up dying on a distant battlefield just because it was convenient. Look around. Every one of the kids you see around you are my family. Brothers sisters. And dammit. They are soldiers. Or they will be. At least I can make sure they get training and equipment to keep them as safe as possible.”

She grit her teeth. “They all left.” She finally said gritting her teeth. “I woke up this morning. And there wasn’t a single one of my brothers left. They are all here.”

I winced. There had only been like 20 orphans at her orphanage, but to hear they all had left leaving their eldest behind? Ouch.

She breathed deep and sighed. “I won’t be able to convince them to come back. Why would they? The orphanage was dying. Even if they came back, what would they get? A few years of peace before they have to leave? Fine. I’m staying too.” She poked me in the chest hard, and I winced.

That hurt.

“Don’t think I accept this. I’ll be here to watch over my brothers. If you screw up. I’ll drag them out of here. Regardless of what you say.” She hissed, before turning around and heading towards the PT course. I could see some of the newer trainees running around our course perk up as she approached.

Well that happened.
 

Seras

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The sneaky trap to steal the kid's 'mechs is quite well done and very believable. Very subtle and the kind of thing anybody but a veteran Merc wouldn't see coming. I imagine the government is justifying it to themselves and making sure those poor kids don't get themselves killed and patting themselves on the back about how righteous and kind they're being too.

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Very technical one here, a quote needs to end in a comma, not a period if there's any further structure to the sentence it's in, such as "I grunted." Additionally, the story is written past tense so it would make more sense for it to be "grumbled" instead of "grumble" as that's present tense.


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Let me know if you'd prefer me not to proof the grammar and I'll stop.
I won't really go back to update anything on the fly, because if I start running backwards to fix things I will start nit picking and I get lost in trying to 'fix' things, but I actually really appreciate the grammar corrections. If you want to keep doing it, I have no problem with them. Maybe someday I'll go back and edit everything.
 

Bear Ribs

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I gotta admit, I'm not grokking her making two more Centurions. Even if she could trust that every last orphan will keep their mouth shut, which she can't, the locals are pretty well aware of how many 'Mechs Vicky brought, being as they can count to two. Even in a best-case scenario where she keeps everything under wraps somehow, she can't get them off-planet without people noticing that the demi-lance became a lance somewhere along the lines, so either her power gets revealed or they assume she's stolen them somehow and the hostile local government ties her up in red tape and bleeds her white claiming the 'Mechs are really theirs, which Vicky will have trouble contesting since her contract clearly points out she has two 'Mechs. It's also a bit weird to me that none of the orphans seem to wonder where the extras are coming from, they can probably count to two as well and you'd think at least some of them are going to wonder aloud how the 'Mechs appear to be multiplying.

With any luck Sasha knows how to cook for a group, it takes a somewhat different skillset to cook for a hundred people than four (I had an uncle who was a cook in the Navy, his chili was to die for). If she's been running an orphanage she's likely picked up that specific skillset which will be a real boon to the company.

“This company is more than just some merc unit. We aren’t just soldiers looking for a paycheck. We have all lived the same life, we all suffered the same injustice,and we are the only family we have left.” I looked over the rows of young soldiers and felt a good burst of pride. I had done this. Brought them this far.
Missing a space.

“Not having chosen a family name.” I let my words drift through the room. “We aren’t ruled by the matrons who took our name to make us fit into their world anymore. Pick a name. A name that will be synonymous with the mechs standing beside you. These machines are yours now. And some day, they will be your childrens.”
children's. This is a possessive form.

“You heard the woman Freidrich.” he nods seriously before running back to the truck.
Quotes should end with a comma instead of a period if there's further text to the sentence they're a part of. Also, nods is present tense, it should be nodded to maintain tense with the rest of the story (and even the rest of the sentence).

Overall tightened up a lot in this chapter, except for quotes. I gave up trying to track all the other quotes that end in incorrect periods instead of commas, it's pretty much all of them.[/quote]
 

Seras

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I gotta admit, I'm not grokking her making two more Centurions. Even if she could trust that every last orphan will keep their mouth shut, which she can't, the locals are pretty well aware of how many 'Mechs Vicky brought, being as they can count to two. Even in a best-case scenario where she keeps everything under wraps somehow, she can't get them off-planet without people noticing that the demi-lance became a lance somewhere along the lines, so either her power gets revealed or they assume she's stolen them somehow and the hostile local government ties her up in red tape and bleeds her white claiming the 'Mechs are really theirs, which Vicky will have trouble contesting since her contract clearly points out she has two 'Mechs. It's also a bit weird to me that none of the orphans seem to wonder where the extras are coming from, they can probably count to two as well and you'd think at least some of them are going to wonder aloud how the 'Mechs appear to be multiplying.

With any luck Sasha knows how to cook for a group, it takes a somewhat different skillset to cook for a hundred people than four (I had an uncle who was a cook in the Navy, his chili was to die for). If she's been running an orphanage she's likely picked up that specific skillset which will be a real boon to the company.

Missing a space.

children's. This is a possessive form.

Quotes should end with a comma instead of a period if there's further text to the sentence they're a part of. Also, nods is present tense, it should be nodded to maintain tense with the rest of the story (and even the rest of the sentence).

Overall tightened up a lot in this chapter, except for quotes. I gave up trying to track all the other quotes that end in incorrect periods instead of commas, it's pretty much all of them.
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Here is my thoughts on it.

No one is going to jump to the conclusion they are coming out of nowhere, and Vicky has already done a lot of things that are going to make people wonder who is backing her, and how the mechs got on Zaniah without anyone knowing about it. I hadn't really considered them just going "They are stolen mechs!" but at the same time... That's a really difficult thing to tack, since once you do that once, Mercs are always going to wonder. "What is stopping them from just claiming my mech is stolen?" So I don't see the MRB really accepting that at any point without proof. Just as Vicky doesn't have proof of ownership, no one on the planet would either.

The orphans may wonder, but they are ALREADY wondering where all of this stuff Vicky has comes from. Remember for the most part they saw her one day where she had nothing, and then a week later she bought a mech with money none of them knew she had. The whole situation is weird, and some probably do ask her, but it's not like they are going to believe she can make them out of thin air.

Plus they are mechs. Every kid wants a mech why question it?

The mechs appearing out of nothing, DOES cause some questions to be raised, but no one is going to jump to created out of nothing when something like "Mysterious backer?" Or "Hidden Cache?" pops into their mind first. The first question anyone will probably ask, is "Where did they COME from." And that will lead them into trying to figure that out.
 
Chapter 2.3

Seras

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Chapter 2.3 Raise your Flag
3020
Zaniah III
Starboro City
Red Base

Time passed quickly enough after. Our short bootcamp did wonders for the kids, especially since limitations like ammo, or fuel didn’t exist for us. Every day there were lines of soldiers shooting out into the desert under Sergeant Kurtz. Who seemed to be doing well actually. Despite being out in the desert he looked more put together than he had been just a few months ago back on Solaris.

The older man was clean shaven other than his mustache that now looked better than it did when we met on Solaris, plus, he actually looked rather pleased as he would run the kids through training every day. It seemed to agree with him.

During their training there was a group I made sure to tell Sergeant Kurtz to mark down. The calmest least aggressive kids got noted down, and out of those, I passed a secret to each of them with orders to not tell anyone and keep it to themselves.

Each secret would lead to a stash of snacks. That would be much appreciated by the teens running through boot camp every day. Those that managed to keep silent, and not hit the stash were added to the list, and one day I pulled them aside. One by one. With a simple question.

“What is the most important job in our entire Company, and why isn’t it filled yet?”

The question stumped every person I asked. When they gave an answer that wasn’t the right one. I simply shook my head, told them, there would be a meeting soon.

That built up a certain amount of mystique to the question. In the end, a week after the questions I pulled them all into a meeting downstairs. The group was thirty six of the quiet soldiers, those that were calm and tended more towards taking care of the others. When they gathered it went silent. The discipline that had started to come out as the Centurion reward hung over their heads was still incredibly effective.

“I have asked all of you a very important question. None of you managed to give me the correct answer. Today I am going to tell you that answer.” I let that statement echo around the dark room. I was currently standing on a vehicle that was hidden by a white tarp, and the entire rest of the room was dark, not a single light active.

“The Eridani Light Horseman learned this lesson three hundred years ago. They attempted to leave Kuritan space, finding the next Dragon to be too dangerous to continue to work for. Ah. I bet with that little hint most of you know the answer now. The non-combatants of the ELH were taken prisoner while the main forces were off working. They didn’t have anyone there to protect them. So in the end. They were massacred. Every one of them. That is why the ELH created the most important job in their company. Those that don’t stride forward to fight the enemy. But instead stay behind. To protect that which is most important.”

I stopped there. Letting the knowledge stew around the room for a while. I could see the understanding flow through the room. “You are the ones that if you accept this appointment won’t receive the accolades on the battlefield. In fact if we do our jobs right, and our employer never betrays us, you may never see combat. But I don’t find that likely.”

I stepped down from the vehicle, grabbing one end of the tarp, and pulled hard. The entire sheet came fluttering down beside me revealing the utterly pristine, LRM Carrier.

“This is what I decided on. A unit of LRM carriers, who’s only job is to stand not on the battlefield for money, but on the battlefield where loss means the end of us all.”

“Commander.”

I turn towards the voice. Marcus. He was someone I knew well. We were around the same age, and had lived together in the orphanage for years after all. “Marcus?”

“I’ll be honest, when you gave us that question, we all thought the same. Mechs, or maybe officers. And when you brought us down here I expected to maybe get offered a mech or something like that. But you're right. This is important. Defending our family, even if all of our mechs are away we need to be able to hold off any trouble… I’ll take this position.”

“So will I!” Another voice called out from the crowd, and then another. And another. I smiled. As I took in their support. It seems I wasn’t the only one that remembers the EHL’s woes, especially since we kept seeing it. Wolf’s Dragoons being a very recent example as well.

I nodded pleased that Marcus and the others were taking this so seriously.

“That’s not all.” I tell them as I turn, pushing a button to light up the room. The room now lit is revealed to be full of LRM Carriers. The walls are covered in boxes of ammo, and fuel ready for them to burn through to get the training they will need. “These aren’t just normal carriers.” I said giving them a chance to look over the fleet of vehicles and enough resources to keep them going for months.

“Each of these vehicles is equipped with Lostech.” I tell them. And the room went dead silent.

“The sensor systems of each of these carriers has been upgraded. This knowledge doesn’t leave this room. It doesn’t get spread among everyone. Not because we don’t trust them, but because if no one else knows it doesn’t put a target on our back.”

It took a moment before anyone spoke. But as much as we were training for military diligence, we were still teenagers. “We won’t Commander. None of us will. We swear it.” Marcus spoke out. His eyes were firm. They would keep silent.

“I know.” I walked through the crowd and put my hands on shoulders, looked into eyes. “None of you would be here, if I didn’t have that confidence. I am asking you to be our protection group. Your first duty will always be to make sure the rest of us are safe. It’s a heavy duty, but I trust you. We all, every Iron Blooded past, present, and future. Trust you.”

The rest of the meeting had me explain what the sensors could do. They would soon be busy every day full of training to make sure they would be ready.

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A Different Perspective.

The entire room was tense. Hanna herself had the jitters. She was sure of it. She had done everything asked of her. Worked harder than any of the others, and had defeated every challenge placed on them during their two month boot camp.

Now they were waiting around the rec room underground for the results. The final ‘day’ of the official bootcamp just ended, and Sergeant Kurtz was in a meeting with Lieutenant Benny, and the Commander.

God the Commander. Vicky had been normal until suddenly she wasn’t. Mechwarrior. Commander.

Rich.

No one knew how it had happened, Gauge refused to say anything, and Benny had just told her not to worry about it, that Vicky was on our side. At first she hadn’t been sure. But this?

Giving Benny a mech had swayed everyone quite a bit. He wasn’t just one of the oldest kids, he was everyone's Big Brother.

But then… Then the offer had gone out. Another mech to the one who performed the best? Hanna took a deep breath, even just thinking about it made her so nervous!

“How much longer do ya think?” Lenden asked as he continued to pace around the room.

“Long as it takes, I suspect.” Carl said from where he was laying out on the couch, a throw pillow over his head.

“Yeah but how much longer!” Lenden growled out.

“Stow it! Keep your head. Acting up now will tank your chance if you were chosen.” Hanna scolded although everyone in the room knew Lenden wouldn’t be chosen, a bit too hot headed, and he hadn’t performed great on the physical tests, until closer to the end. It had taken a lot of work to get him to do, instead of complain.

Not like Hanna had. She had been the best almost every day. She offered a silent prayer to Benny for forcing her to workout so much back when they were younger. She had kept the habit even through the long trip to Zaniah which had only helped.

She hoped it was enough.

“Fuck! Don’t joke. We all know it ain’t gonna be me. You're the one likely on the short list Hanna!”

“Hey she is right, Lenden cool your exhaust, I mean, shit man we might not be in the list for this one, but the Commander already brought in three mechs! Three! I’m gonna keep my shit stowed, and in perfect form cause next time a mech comes through I want to be on the short list.” Vooren said from where he was doing a set of pushups. The boy used to be a troublemaker. One of the orphans most likely to be brought home late by a cop.

Now? He turned that around hard. He was clean cut thanks to Sasha who was good with scissors and kept everyone trimmed up when they needed. His performance had improved so much he was basically the second performer behind Hanna herself.

Before anyone could respond to that, the door opened. The door that was mostly used as an office for the ‘command’ staff.

And out she stepped.

The Commander.

“Commander on deck!” Hanna stood to make the call, and everyone jumped to their feet. The kids that had been loitering around in small conversations jumped to their feet.

Like usual the shout caused a bemused smile to cross Vicky’s face. “At ease.”

Everyone gathered in the room stood at attention and the Commander rolled her eyes. “Alright since you are all here. Put out the word, gather everyone in the mech bay for a general meeting. Hop to it!” She called out, sounding amused at how quickly the news caused them to start running.

Hanna was the first out the door to spread the word. She made sure to slam a palm against every door down the barracks hallway in case someone was napping or just spending time in their rooms, as she ran around. A few kids stopped her but with her news they soon raced off as well.

It was probably the fastest muster in the company's entire history.

Looking doubly bemused the Commander was sitting lazily on the still unclaimed Centurions foot, one leg dangling down as Gauge, who didn’t really have a rank, but everyone knew he was basically the Commanders right hand man and their mechtech. And Lieutenant Benny standing on either side of her.

“Well. That was quick.” She joked as she stood up. Despite the fact she was in charge of them, she still treated them more like family, than soldiers. “Iron Blooded!” She suddenly called out loudly, her voice echoing through the hangar. Silence followed.

“You know why you are here!” And we did. We had been waiting for this day for weeks, ever since Benny had revealed the reward for the one who did the best in boot. “This Centurion needs a Mechwarrior. One of you has been chosen to take up this task. Not as a reward, but a duty. These Mechs behind me represent the future of our company. Of our family. Without them, we will never have a future. Which is why I made sure we had them. Now. You are all ready to kill me if I don’t get on with it.”

There were a few scattered chuckles, but well there might have been some truth in that.

“Soldiers of the Iron Blooded Company! Salute your comrade who has earned this duty! Hanna step forward!” The room went silent. She was sure. Despite the fact she could see her family around her all cheering and screaming, she couldn’t hear a thing. It was completely silent, she was sure of it.

Was the room always spinning like that?

A push from behind had her stumbling forward. “Stop fucking around Hanna! Get your ass in gear!” A growled voice from behind her finally tore her mind back to the present. Lenden, she realized as she took a peak before looking forward.

Vicky was smirking down at her, as if she was enjoying her freakout. “Bitch.” She grumbled at Vicky, a familiar catcall between them. Vicky would respond with Gorilla if she was being mean, Hanna hated being compared to a gorilla. Or Vicky would call her a bitch back, or asshole, or all the little snips the two had for each other.

But not this time. No this time the word out of her little sister's mouth was something unexpected. “Mechwarrior.” She said and it all hit her again.

She felt herself swaying and it was only thanks to Benny grabbing her shoulder that she didn’t fall completely on her face.

“Come on Mechwarrior, straighten up.” Benny whispered into her ear and it was only his voice that made her legs find the strength in them she needed to stand up straight. Vicky pulled something from on the foot of the Centurion where it had been resting and offered it to her.

It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. A neurohelm. She took it with shaking hands as Vicky continued, “Hanna! Just like the others before you. You have a big decision to make right now.” Vicky offered, smiling down at me. But then she spoke loudly, yelling it out into the room so everyone could hear, “What is your name Mechwarrior?!”

She swallowed. She had been trying to figure that out. They all had, each of them had to pick a name, either from their family, or as had become a tradition, copying the first two, picking a last name from history. To try and emulate them. There was actually a Kerensky somewhere in the defense unit. Although Tanya Kerensky always complained she was emulating Natasha Kerensky not THE Kerensky.

But now it was Hanna’s turn. She had to make a decision. She had a few ideas, but like many of the orphans, hadn’t settled on one yet. But this was it. No more waffling. She took a deep breath letting it out. “My Name is Hanna Hayha.”

Vicky blinked for a few moments before nodding at the name chosen. “It seems everyone likes to pick a name with a weight to it. It’s a strong name.” I nodded slowly as the crowd around us cheered.

Then Vicky jumped off the foot of the mech… No my mech. She thought a shiver running through her. Realizing she was being led up and around, towards the gantry by the smaller girl, “N-no Vicky I’m not ready!” She squeaked out which earned her a smirk she knew meant this moment would be used against her in the future forever, before she was tugged along regardless.

Up the gantry and into the cockpit of her new mech. Hers. Vicky walked her through the entire startup sequence. And the cheers of the entire hangar echoed around her when the mech finally came online.

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I was never going to let her live this down. “C’mon Mechwarrior! Stand up! Shake it off, if someone is shooting at you staying down means death move move move!” I called out into the mic. This had somehow become one of my favorite parts of training with my lance.

Gods it was a full lance now! “Red 4 I see your face stuck in the sand still move!” I yelled again reminding Hanna of her lance position. It seemed to spur her on, as she struggled to raise up in the horribly shifting sand.

Gauge was running along beside Benny, the two of them, actually performing an obstacle course that I had set up weeks ago. Having to duck, or jump to get over obstacles, and fire at the targets meant they were constantly training the movements needed to really pilot in combat.

Hanna wasn’t there yet, but she would.

I loped around the rising mech, seemingly zig zagging over the rough terrain. It had been the most important act I was practicing.

When the battle eventually came, my ability to keep moving without slowing was going to mean life or death.

“R-Red 1 I’m ready to continue!” Hanna called out over the line, she sounded a little wet.

“Broke your nose?”

“N-No. I think it’s just bleeding. I’ll be fine!”

“Good! Get moving. Left, right. Start marching. This is the terrain we will be fighting in, in the future, if you can’t even keep your feet you can’t fight!” With that I continued moving Hanna moving with me. Her stilted movements fighting her gyro at every step as the sand attempted to shift under her feet, or the rocks cracked and splintered.

Seriously the ground was either quicksand, or walking on glass. Sometimes changing from one step to the next.

As we moved I noticed the horde of watchers hanging out by our new fence. They were gawking and watching, enjoying the sight of the four mechs in Iron Blooded colors running around.

The company's first lance. Red Lance. Everything was on our shoulders.

“C’mon Red 4. More laps until you feel as comfortable walking in this as you do on your own two feet!”

And so the training continued.

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The completion of the first bootcamp had a drastic change around the base. Everyone received actual rank pips to add to the collars of their jacket, and because of them a hierarchy was forming.

It wasn’t a bad thing though. The higher ranked kids were soon leading. Squads formed, and then units. The infantry started to figure out almost on their own what they were going to do. Rough Squad for example started training using the Norman trucks, in guerrilla warfare. Sneaking out into the desert and working together to take out a camp of soldiers by surprise. The Camp was usually manned by the kids that started taking over guard duty. Dubbed Delta Squad. Those that spent a lot of their time at the checkpoints, and would act as MP’s, needed training to handle sudden attacks. Rough Squad was happy to help.

It was wonderful. More and more squads and units began breaking into specialties. Sasha Frumpt had taken over Medical, and had a small army of some of the younger kids working as nurses.

Watching them drag, literally drag one of the kids from Rough squad who had taken a nasty cut out in the desert to medical despite his resistance and struggles, had been a good time.

And I did my best to keep in touch with what every group was doing and needed. Benny was better at it than I was, but I could actually figure out how to supply what they needed.

Rough Company earned themselves a fleet of Technicals. The Norman trucks, with SRM launchers bolted to the back. Delta really liked their machine gun nests.

Medical was happy for the ease of access to supplies. Although nothing fancy yet. Getting access to a hospital's machines was proving annoying.

It was like that across the Company. Small squads breaking out into specialty units. Now that everyone had a rank beyond Sergeant Kurtz constant bellows of “Maggots!” Those that earned their leadership positions were starting to take initiative. The fact I not only condoned it, but rewarded the squads for doing so meant it was almost explosive. Thankfully not literally.

Which is why I was frustrated with one of the men under my command.

Sergeant Alfred Kurtz, wasn’t one of us. Nowhere did that show more in this. His job to train us through boot was basically done. Yet he hadn’t truly dedicated himself to do anything more. Over the past week other than running some of the kids from Sasha’s orphanage through some PT he hadn’t really done much else.

Which is what brought us to this meeting.

I watched as Sergeant Kurtz entered my little office, he offered me a salute which I returned.

“Take a seat Sergeant.” I told him. Watching as he settled into the chair. “Something to drink?”

“No, no thank you Commander.”

“Well Sergeant, you joined our little company for a specific reason. I needed a soldier that could teach my kids how to soldier. You have done a good job. I am completely pleased with your work.

“It wasn’t me at all, Commander. Your reward kept them all eager. Never trained a group of people more eager.”

“Take the compliment Sergeant. Now, what am I gonna do with you?” Sure the kids weren’t fully trained up. But Sergeant Kurtz wasn’t a professional drill sergeant either. He was just a soldier I had hired because he was the only one that would take the job.

“Commander. I still have much to teach.”

“We have much to learn, Sergeant, but you don’t have that much left to teach, at least not as just a drill Sergeant. Now that the soldiers are done with your bootcamp, they are out learning on their own what they need. You haven’t moved.”

He flinched lightly at that, “Yes Commander. I… wasn't sure what to do next. I’ve offered some advice to Rough Squad, about guerrilla battles i’ve been in, but they have already learned everything I know about that.”

I nod. “I heard. Your advice was good, and it gave them a starting point, but frankly Sergeant, You aren’t a drill sergeant, although you have done a good job getting everyone through a basic boot camp. You don’t have the experience to do much more. I’ve noticed it. Benny has noticed it. So Sergeant, what am I to do? We had you contracted for a year. I can keep you on, move you to a different position officially, your experience is useful still. There will always be a need for experience, especially since that is something we lack the most, or we can finish your contract here. A severance pay that will more than pay for your ticket offworld if you choose.”

He hesitated. “Commander. I, permission to speak freely?”

I chuckle. “Granted.”

“When I joined up, I didn’t expect this to be anything more than a shit show. I accepted because the pay was good. That’s it. You didn’t impress me when we first met, and I expected to have a miserable experience. But I was desperate. The money you offered, and were kind enough to guarantee, was worth a rough deployment in my mind. I didn’t expect to actually find myself liking your little company. The kids are a pain in my ass. Teenagers always are, but I can respect their desire to be something more. They train hard. They keep discipline which is something I wasn’t expecting to see.”

I waited a moment as he trailed off, before prompting him “But?”

“No. No, buts. If you will keep me, I would be happy to continue to work for your company. I’m not an orphan, but I can offer my experience and my work.” He said standing straight and tall.

I leaned back for a moment. “Sergeant, I have a new job for you then. I still want you keeping an eye on the training of my kids. They are kids, so not all of them can keep a constant level of fitness. That’s your first job. You're the adult in the room. I want you to keep an eye out. So I’m assigning you as part of our supply squad. Friedrich is great with handling the water and food convoys, but I still need to be aware of when a soldier's boots wear out. Or if something gets destroyed and needs to be replaced. Your job is to be the one aware of it. One of my kids lost their helmet? You find out, and get them a new one. Their gun breaks? Report it, and they get a new one. You follow?

“A quartermaster? Never done anything like that Commander, but yeah. I think that I could learn. And I think I’ll be able to wrangle the kids and keep them ready.”

“Good. Sergeant. I’m glad to have kept you on.” I pull out an Eisen Blume patch from my pocket and toss it at him. “Next time I see you I expect you to be in regs for our unit.” I tease as I dismiss him. His uniform was still a Lyran infantry BDU. His salute was sharp. Seems that we managed to keep ourselves together long enough we earned some respect.

Hopefully it will spread.

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“Sorry I’m late. Got caught up making sure our ammo stores are up to date, our defense unit is going through LRM’s like they are candy.” I call out as I enter the meeting room. Gauge, Benny, and now Hanna were residing inside.

Hanna wasn’t aware of everything yet, but I knew we would need to expand our command staff pretty quickly to handle the amount of people we are dealing with, so bringing her into our meetings was useful.

She had been one of the grunts up until a week ago after all.

“No Problem Commander. Also I finished putting together our ORG chart!” Benny said, looking quite pleased with himself.

“That’s good. It’s been kind of awkward trying to figure out what ranks to use. I think we have a few of everything until now.” I say flopping into the chair.

“Which is why I made sure to take care of it. Now. I figured simple is best, Private for our base infantry. Corporal for our squad leaders, Sergeant as the highest non officer rank. Then we move into officers, and Lieutenant is a good one to start with. Our newly gazetted Lieutenant Hanna joins this rank. Hauptmann for unit leaders, then we have Colonel. We aren’t big enough for a colonel but it’s good to have the rank there if we need it. We are just a Merc corps, so we don’t really need to go much more in depth than that.”

“That sounds fine, Hauptmann Benny. Let me know what kind of marking we want for each rank, and I’ll make sure a few boxes of them end up in our stores. Congratulations on your promotion.”

“Yes Commander!”

“Gauge, how is our repair unit going?”

“Ah, Vicky, not great. I picked everyone that had the knowledge, or interest which already wasn’t a lot, but getting everyone to sit down and try to learn some repair tricks, that I remember from the old man? It’s not going well. There is a sentiment that the combat troops will have a better chance of becoming a mechwarrior, so why would they want to spend all their time just stuck on the backline, repairing.”

I scratched my head, groaning at that. “I don’t have a great solution there. They are right. I’m not going to be passing out mechs to those on the back lines.”

“Well reward them another way then?” Hanna piped up from her quiet corner.

“How? I’m not gonna offer them a mech.”

“What about salvage?” She offered back. “We can salvage all the mechs we want but if we don’t have a repair group it’s not gonna matter, so maybe offer if they can fix the broken mechs we bring in through salvage, they can pilot it?”

I thought about the offer, but Gauge actually beat me to responding. “It’s not a bad idea, but we will have to have it formally laid out about who gets to pilot the mech, and maybe in combat situations that is put to the side, because we will need them repairing in an emergency not fighting over who gets to repair the mech they want?”

“Well Gauge, congratulations, as the Lieutenant in charge of our repair squad, you get to put it on paper. It’s a good idea. I like rewarding them for working hard. Put something together and we will see what we all think at our next meeting.” I said, switching topics, “Benny, you’ve been getting Sergeant Kurtz’s quartermaster reports, how are we looking? I know we got another waste of time and money from the Governess.”

“We did this time, it was actually less than before. I checked the water they sent us, and frankly Commander? It wasn’t fit for drinking. For them to send us unsafe water? I don’t like it, it smells fishy.”

“That’s because it is.” I acknowledge with a sigh. “We knew they would pull something like this eventually. Benny, Gauge, Hanna. Make sure the mechs stay above ground, and pass word around for everyone to keep a close eye on our perimeter. Tell them, it’s a training exercise, and there is likely to be a breach in the coming month. Whoever spots it first, give them a snack ration as a reward.”

“You think they are going to try and break our contract?” Hanna asked, almost gasping in shock. “B-but. We are in Lyran space!”

“Just because all of us are Lyrans doesn’t mean all Lyrans are our friends Hanna. The governess likely feels that our mechs would do better in the hands of her Mechwarriors.” I offered and the look of utter offense that spread across her face had me laugh.

“Don’t worry.” Benny offered, “We are far better supplied than they expect, our water purifier alone is making us money hand over fist. I’ve had to expand our water selling expeditions three times in the last few months, and now that Sergeant Kurtz is assisting Freidrich, I expect to make even more.”

“But we are here to protect them. Why would they do this?” Hanna asked quietly, the large girl despite everything else, had a special faith in the Lyran military.

“Greed Hanna, and our military liaison was kind enough to hint that something was going on back when this all started. So this is a trick from the Governess’s office. But don’t worry. We know they are looking to break our contract, but as long as we stay prepared we will be fine. They don’t even know about our full Lance.”

“Oh. You didn’t inform the Governess about the new mechs?” Hanna asked, shocked, knowing that if I had, an expanded mech roster could potentially earn me additional pay, if I felt like renegotiating the contract.

“Of course not. When they come to disturb our anthill thinking we are dying of thirst, they are going to find an army come rushing out.”
 

Doomsought

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Looking at the conversation elsewhere, getting into contact with the MRB and asking for help with the company store would be a smart decision. However, it is also something an utterly green mercenary unit may not know to do.
 

Seras

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Looking at the conversation elsewhere, getting into contact with the MRB and asking for help with the company store would be a smart decision. However, it is also something an utterly green mercenary unit may not know to do.
She doesn't contact ComStar mostly because she doesn't see the company store as ever going to work. Should she contact ComStar? Yes, yes she really should. but well, you'll see.
 

Bear Ribs

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Looking at the conversation elsewhere, getting into contact with the MRB and asking for help with the company store would be a smart decision. However, it is also something an utterly green mercenary unit may not know to do.
Yeah, sticking to the terms of the contract but hosing them on water costs is one thing, the MRB would probably accept that as just the price of doing business. Giving them poisoned water... the MRB is unlikely to be sympathetic to the government there. However, most SIs avoid ComStar like the plague and Vicky has more reason than most to distrust them.

“This is what I decided on. A unit of LRM carriers, who’s only job is to stand not on the battlefield for money, but on the battlefield where loss means the end of us all.”
whose

This is an annoying one in English because every other possessive gets an apostrophe, but who is is contracted to who's so whose is the possessive form. Similar to it's and its.

He flinched lightly at that, “Yes Commander. I… wasn't sure what to do next. I’ve offered some advice to Rough Squad, about guerrilla battles i’ve been in, but they have already learned everything I know about that.”
I've

Still issues with quotations ending in periods.
 

mrttao

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As soon as the morning wake up alarm went off and everyone swayed sleepily into the cafeteria for chow.
You do not use shifts to make sure someone is always awake and ready for combat?
In fact if we do our jobs right, and our employer never betrays us, you may never see combat. But I don’t find that likely.”
That is an understatement considering they were already betrayed by literally their first employer
 
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Chapter 2.4

Seras

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Chapter 2.4 Raise your Flag
3020
Zaniah III
Starboro City
Red Base

I dropped the receiver of the phone back in the cradle with an annoyed exhale as I turned to see Benny looking up from some reports he was putting together. “The 10th blow us off again?”

“Worse. They put me on hold, and just left me sitting there. I expected better from the 10th Sky Rangers. They are supposed to be more professional than this!” I growled, grabbing a drink to sip on and simmer.

“Our Liaison wasn’t any help?”

“No. Conor informed me that Lady Alessa has very little power over the 10th, and they basically do what they want. Requesting a meeting got us nowhere. I tried that a month ago. I just want to have a conversation to make sure we are on the same page if a raid happens. We don’t even have any emergency frequencies!”

“That and you really wanted to ask for some training between them and us.”

“That, and I wanted to set up a training day between us, yes. They have centuries of experience, and are veterans. We are still so green Benny.”

“Well they aren’t going to help. So stop stressing about them.”

“I know.” I grumble before shaking it off. “So. We can’t rely on the official defense force. Or the Governess office. We can only rely on ourselves. I’m gonna go help with the static defenses.” I bit out as I headed outside into the searing heat.

Unfortunately my Locust didn’t have hands, so the only way I could help was by grabbing a shovel.

The massive chunks of solid concrete that the entire company was working on digging in to create a wall high enough to offer us some real defense. The two Centurions piloted by Gauge and Hanna were working together to place the concrete, then in a swarm the kids would swarm it, and pile dirt and sand around the edges, helping to lock it in place.

I joined these crews just to distract myself with something. The horrible heat made this a rough job, but the discipline that had bubbled up after the bootcamp reward was still there. My kids were eager to work. Happy to do something and prove themselves.

I would have to get a new mech soon. Maybe another Locust? Start a scout lance? I had told Benny way back that I was planning on having him leave Bravo Lance, so maybe another medium to complete the Lance? I let my mind fall into such thoughts as I dug into the dry earth to pile dirt up around the concrete wall that was slowly forming. The physical work helped distract me. I did my best to seem confident around everyone, but I was nervous about what tricks the Governess might try.

It could very easily become a she said he said issue, and the governor of a planet had a bit more clout than the Commander of a small merc company.

I just hope our rate of expansion will be enough. Unfortunately time was one thing we were running out of.

“Commander!” A shout rang out, and I glanced up to see a kid running towards me, he huffed for a moment “We’ve got a problem at the checkpoint! Not sure what’s going on, but we are holding them off for now.”

I passed the shovel over to one of the other workers, heading over to grab my officer’s jacket. My sweaty tank top wouldn’t be a great first impression so I slipped it over my shoulders, although I didn’t bother with the sleeves. It was too hot here to wear it fully, but wearing it like a cape meant I could slip it off when jumping into my Locust.

“What did you see?” I demanded as I took off at a brisk jog, the boy keeping up easily, thanks to our hard months of bootcamp. “Three fancy cars, and a horde of guys in suits with guns. They were really arrogant, almost drove right past the checkpoint until we got them sighted with the guns, that slowed them down quick. They were arrogant though, some guy was thinking they could just demand whatever they want, but Joshua is on guard duty, and he didn’t take none of that. We put our weapons on them, and well. Joshua, He told me to come get you.”

“Good. Alexa! I need a ride, Now!” I called out to one of the girls that often drove our Norman trucks around the base, or into town. I grabbed onto the side of the pickup as the older girl had swiftly jumped into the driver seat at my order, “Hop on!” I called out to my messenger, Gregory! I remembered his name as he clambered into the back and the truck set off.

I could already see the vehicles blocked at our entrance checkpoint. Not only were the mounted machine guns mounted by a gunner, but our APC had been parked there, and hidden inside a bunker so no one realized what it was until they got too close and had another set of heavy machine guns pointed at them. I mostly gave them one so they had a place to run too if there ever was an attack. Better to escape in an APC than stand and fight to the death after all.

The heavy set man in a suit screaming at my guards told me that he wasn’t happy about the situation. The truck slowed down and I hopped into a gentle jog to bleed off the speed as I walked up to the situation. The three very high end ground cars stopped at our checkpoint caused me to frown. Especially since one of them had the symbol of ComStar on the hood.

That is not good.

Someone was making a move. I stomped forward as if I owned the place, because I did.

“Joshua. Report.” I ordered, ignoring the sputtering suited man as I looked to the Corporal in charge.

“Just these three vehicles, we alerted the rest of the guards to check the perimeter. Marcus was pretty sure that these are it.” He commented, although I suppressed a smile, I was the only one in the area that knew why Marcus was so sure.

“Okay so they weren’t trying to sneak anybody in while we were distracted, Good. I won’t have them shot then.” I turned to the man that had been arguing with my guards and gave him a once over. His hand clutched a batch of papers that he was gripping harshly, as he glared down at me. “I’m Commander Victoria Eisen-Blume, you are trespassing on a military installation.”

“It is not trespassing! I am Zachary Constance, an official of the Zaniah Government directed by Lady Alessa to conduct a surprise inspection!” He ranted, fisting the sheaf of papers at me, which I snatched from him before he could say anything more.

“I never received any communication that an inspection was on its way, and as a military base, no one gets on site without my direct knowledge.” I inform him as I flip through the papers. They looked legitimate and I spent a few minutes reading through them, letting the man seethe at my nonchalance.

When I got to the last page, I flipped the packet closed. The man immediately began speaking, trying to move forward, “There. Now step aside, so I can complete my inspec-” He was stopped both from moving forward, and from speaking as Joshua put his rifle at his throat.

“Joshua. If this man tries to break onto the base again without my permission, shoot him.” I was getting quite irritated at this point. As I walked past the man and towards the three vehicles that still had a few guards surrounding the unmoving vehicles.

There was only one vehicle that really mattered here.

The two Com Guards in their little wizard hoods took notice of my approach. But before they stopped me, the door of the very high end car opened, and out stepped . That wasn’t an adept the robe was different. I slowed as he stood to his full height and approached me. “Commander Victoria Eisen-Blume.” I introduced myself, offering my hand for a shake which he took calmly.

“Demi-Precentor of Zaniah III Gabriel Franks.” He returned, and I shook his hand for a moment, as we sized each other up.

“Pardon my bluntness, Demi-Precentor, I don’t allow civilians, even ComStar on base without my knowledge. But I do understand that you are in an interesting position. Do I have your word that the man you are escorting is in fact a member of the Governess staff and is here for an inspection, and that this isn’t some strange spy game being played on me?”

He takes a moment to take in my question. “Hmm. I can assure you Mr. Constance is here at Lady Alessa’s order.” He informed me calmly, and I nodded.

“I’ll have to speak to her later then. And do I understand you are here to be a neutral observer of this ‘surprise inspection’ acting on behalf of the MRB?”

“Exactly so. Lady Alessa is concerned about the Iron Blooded Companies combat readiness in case of an attack, as dictated under page 78 of the Mercenary Contract.” He said calmly, and I snorted. Amused that he knew the exact page.

“Well then Demi-Precentor as much as I don’t like surprises, welcome to the Red Base.” I offer, turning and waving Joshua away from the ‘official’ “Mr. Constance, I also welcome you to Red Base.” I told him as I walked up to the man. Who at this point was glaring at me with a truly enraged scowl on his red face.

“The Governess will hear about this.” He hissed in a low voice.

“Yes she will. I will be calling her once we are finished here, to let her know I am very dissatisfied about this surprise visit. But that’s for later. Mr Constance. Complete your inspection.”

I watch him scowl as he returns to his car, as I clamber into the cab of the Norman. “Go ahead and lead them to the hangar.” I told the driver of the truck I had commandeered as I rested back. This was going to be interesting.

The small convoy pulled up to the hangar. The kids were all looking and lollygagging wondering what was going on, “Get back to work!” I ordered out in my boss voice sending most of them scurrying away although a few sent me smirks as they fake drank water, or ate food. I snorted, smiling despite myself, troublemakers.

The convoy stopped and I could already hear the harsh words coming out of the cars as Mr. Constance was scowling and nearly yelling at a younger man that stepped out of his car right behind him.

The four Battlemechs that were standing around the base were getting more than a little attention. Benny’s Centurion and my Locust were both idle, Benny himself walking out to meet me, but the two active Centurions still working on the wall were getting a lot of concerned looks from the furious official.

What was more interesting was the second car. The one that had also followed and two Mechwarriors stepped out.

I knew they were Mechwarriors instantly. I was a Solaris kid in this life afterall. That swagger, and movement? Definitely Mechwarriors, and they were eyeing up my mechs as if they were holding the keys about to go for a joyride.

The Demi-Precentor on the other hand, seemed to note the mechs, and an adept that followed him as his assistant, made a mark on some noteputer, at the low response from the man.

“Hauptmann.” I spoke up as Benny joined me at my side.

“Commander. What’s the word?”

“Trouble. Get a few guards to help escort our guests. They have their orders that we have to follow since they brought the MRB into this, but no one says a word to them. They can inspect the base. Nothing says they can interrogate our people.”

“Understood Commander. I’ll go grab a few.” He says hurrying off as I approach the perpetually red faced official. “Mr. Constance. I hope to get this taken care of quickly. Get to it.” I tell him plainly, as Benny returns with a few kids who very obviously bracket me and start watching with sharp eyes.

Good kids.

“This is Preposterous! You are only supposed to have two mechs!” He growled at me as he turned, seemingly finally having enough berating his aide.

“Yes. When I first took the contract I only had the two. My Locust, and a Centurion, before heading off Solaris, I made a deal that went through that got us the second two Centurions. They were delivered in secret. I wanted the eventual League raid to run into a full Lance, instead of a Demi-Lance. This was meant to be a military secret.” I stepped very close to him, close enough I could smell his rather foul aftershave. “Now. When the raid comes, instead of sending a single Lance against my Demi-Lance. They will send two Lances, against my own.”

He seemed quite taken aback at my anger. “W-what nonsense! You should have informed the Governess’s office about the increase in military power! And any such secret you seem intent on keeping will remain kept! This is a Lyran world. We don’t worry about SAFE here!”

“I am not worried about SAFE, Mr. Constance. But you brought a ComStar MRB Official on an inspection. What do you think happens when his report goes through regarding the improved status of my Mercenary Company?” I hiss at him, and for just a moment the man seems slightly abashed, at the fact I was right.

ComStar Was a ‘neutral’ entity. One of the things they did was try to keep their Mercenary ratings completely up to date. So that when someone requests a mercenary company they know what they are buying. But when ComStar improves my company's rating, well… Surprise was always useful. And now some of it was gone, because the Governess wanted to play politics.

It was a good excuse at least. If they hadn’t brought ComStar I would have argued about SAFE instead. After all, it seems Lady Alessa is an enemy as well, keeping her in the dark can only help me at this point.

“I worry about all of my enemies, Mr. Constance.” I said turning towards the two men who I had been eyeing as they made their way towards Benny’s Centurion. “Mr. Constance is here at the orders of the Governess. And ComStar is here as a representative of the MRB. Who are you two, and I will only say this once. Don’t touch my mechs.” I call out loudly, towards the two men.

Both of them turned at my call, although the younger of the two, more a boy than a man, scoffed, turning back to eye Bennys Centurion. The elder turned and it seemed transformed his face into a sharp grin that probably worked quite well to charm young women. “Forgive me and my younger Brother Commander, but when Mother ensured there would be an inspection on her newest mercenary contractor, we had to come take a look.”

He turned away from the mechs and approached. His charming facade was rather pointless on me, as he bent over and took my hand to lay a kiss across a knuckle. “Arthur Alessa, Eldest son and heir to the Governorship of Zaniah III, at your service Commander.”

But I wasn’t a fool. His eyes and manners had been full of nothing but greed upon looking at our mechs. I had no doubt about why the two brothers were here.

Two mechs for two brothers after all.

Lady Alessa intended on walking away with the mechs, this little ‘inspection’ was probably already assumed to go her way. I would just have to see about that. “A pleasure.” I grunt out. “If you are going to be taking part in this inspection. Very well. But my equipment isn't a toy.” I call out looking behind him which he follows to see the younger brother, who was probably in his late teens seemingly checking over the Centurion. “And the owner of that Centurion will shoot him if he keeps that up.” I add.

“Hah! Forgive him, he is a bit foolish at times!” Arthur offers before raising his voice. “Vincent! The mech isn’t going anywhere. We have work to do!” He called out, and I noticed he spoke of the mech as if Vincent the younger brother would have time with it later.

He would not.

“Mr. Constance. Get on with your inspection. You are disrupting my base enough already. As you can see we were improving our defensive wall when you showed up.” I growled, turning away from the two brothers whose greed was plain as day to see. I noticed that the Demi-Precentor was watching this all with a careful eye.

He was dangerous.

----

The inspection went on and on. I led the little group on a tour. Showing off our surface armory, our fuel supply, food and other normal supplies. Mr. Constance once again glared and had a whispered argument with his aide when the water supply was covered.

Instead of revealing the truth I just showed them one of our water trucks still full. Letting the group make their own decisions on our water supply. Our secondary kitchen upstairs in one of the hangar side buildings I had ordered to keep stocked, once I realized there would be a need to keep our underground bunker secret.

I was glad I had done so, as the aide made a long amount of notes about our food supply. Which by this point I was getting really frustrated with.

What exactly was this ‘inspection’ supposed to find that would assure them a contract dispute? Mr. Constance never paid any attention to the things that would actually indicate our ability to fight. Defenses? Ignored. Vehicles? Given a look and then passed over. Weapons? He apparently had more important things.

Food? Water? Medical supplies? Those held his attention.

Finally after an hour of waiting I began losing my temper.

“Is there a point to this Mr. Constance? My company is completely ready to fight per our contract. We are even above strength from our original posting. What exactly has the Governess so concerned, that she sent you for this inspection?”

“The governess is always concerned about combat readiness and the fact she is paying your contract she has the ability to commit surprise inspections at any time.”

I waited a beat to see if the red faced, and now very sweaty man had anything else to add before I turned to the seemingly only adult in the room. “Demi-Precentor. I would like to know what it was that caused this MRB Arbitration. A ‘surprise inspection’ by my contractor wouldn’t require arbitration, and wouldn’t have brought your attention without a serious case.”

For the first time the old man seemed surprised at something, as he nodded “An astute observation. You are correct, MRB arbitration was requested under this contract. During this inspection, it is my duty to determine if the request was valid.”

I turned to the official that had been leading me around my base for over an hour. “Mr. Constance. If the Governess has an issue with our contract I am more than happy to discuss that with her. Do you wish to ‘inspect’ any further, or are we done here?”

The man seemed quite off balance at the reveal from the Demi-Precentor. “T-that, is none of your concern! I will continue the inspection until I am satisfied!”

“My patience for this farce Mr. Constance has just about reached its end. I would decide quickly, what else needs to be ‘inspected’ and get around to it.” I grit my teeth, my temper getting the better of me.

I really just wanted to shoot him. Or get in my Locust and stomp him. Whichever was more painful.

Yet thankfully that seemed to spur him on, and after a few more minutes of obvious dawdling. The official finally turned to the Demi-Precentor. “I believe that concludes everything we required during our check… I have been informed by the Governess to request the arbitration decision immediately, Demi-Precentor.”

“Hmm, is that so?” He nodded. “Very well then. As a representative of the MRB I am here to declare my decision on the arbitration request between the Governor of Zaniah III and the Iron Blooded Mercenary Company. I see no sign of the Iron Blooded company failing in its duty to remain combat capable. The only other concern has been a lack of military patrols requested by the Governess office to the Iron Blooded company. An explanation to the MRB is requested by Commander Eisen-Blume.”

“Patrols?” I couldn’t help but blink in surprise. Taken off guard at the information. I turned to Benny who shrugged his shoulders at me. “There is no requirement for patrols listed in my contract, and this is the first I have heard about them.”

“The Governess has informed the MRB that all patrol requests sent to the Iron Blooded company have been ignored.”

“I never received any requests for patrols. How exactly have these patrol requests been sent to my Company?” I didn’t bother asking the Demi-Precentor. Instead turning towards Mr. Constance.

“Preposterous! Claiming at this time that you haven’t even received the basic duties we requested of you!”

Seeing as he wasn’t answering I turned back to the Demi-Precentor. “Did they inform you how those patrol requests were sent to us?”

“I was informed they sent the request through the global defense frequency.”

“Ah. The frequency, I have sent at least a hundred requests to both the 10th, and the Governess’s office requesting access to? The one that I inform my Liason that I have not been given access to for the entire three month stay. That Frequency Mr. Constance?” I ask turning to the man.

“Ridiculous. General Faulkner assured the Governess office you had been completely set up and ready as required by all Mercenary Companies.”

“General Faulkner never gave us any emergency defense frequencies, and that has been made evident by my constant requests for them.”

“Is there any evidence of these requests, Commander?” I was pulled away from my argument with Mr. Constance after a moment and I smiled.

“There are in fact! I have a communication log of every contact I have with both my Liason, and my attempts to contact the 10th, and if that isn’t good enough. My Liaison Leutnant Freidrich Conor will speak of my constant attempts to request access, despite never responding I am sure the 10th have logs of my requests as well.”

“Very well. The MRB has declared the status of this arbitration on the first count, failure to maintain readiness as denied.”

“W-what! That. Demi-Precentor! The Lady Alessa has heard rumors of the company failing to keep it’s people fed and watered, and it has not received any word of ammunition requests from the company. They are undoubtedly low on ammunition at this point. The Contractor has a serious concern about the company's ability to remain at the required standard!”

I didn’t get a chance to respond when the Demi-Precentor replied immediately, “That was the reason for this arbitration given to me, yes, and during this inspection I discovered no sign of the company's failure. If the Governess feels a company doubling in strength over the course of three months is a sign of them weakening. I am sure she could cancel the contract with the Iron Blooded Company at any time. Until this arbitration is complete, The MRB views the contract as valid.”

Before Mr. Constance could even reply I stepped forward this time, not willing to let this continue to play out. “And what exactly has prompted the idea that my company is failing in upholding our side of the agreement Mr. Constance?”

The man seemed quite startled at the changing circumstances. He had thought this would be a snatch and grab. And now he was finding the neutral arbiter wasn’t on his side. “I-I was not informed what prompted the concern, only that your military readiness was in question.”

“Then I will be having a firm conversation with Lady Alessa. Until then. Demi-Precentor, can you advise me on the actions needed to request my own arbitration over the contract. It seems I have been dealing with some irregularities over the last few months, and I have serious concerns.”

The looks of shock on Mr. Constance's face warmed me as the Demi-Precentor agreed.

Although I noted out of the corner of my eye, the two sons of the Governess were looking very displeased. The younger, already whispering furiously with his brother and seemingly told to be quiet.

“Oh? This is quite an unusual situation. Before I accept. Do you have any evidence of malfeasance on part of the Contractor Lady Maria Alessa on behalf of the governorship of Zaniah III?”

“I believe I do. Mr. Constance spoke on a lack of resources, that is still true. I kept the shipment orders for supplies the Lady has sent over, and they are obviously inadequate for a Company, regardless of size. The cost of the supplies dictated by contract was correct, but the cost of even basic purified water was exorbitant, making up over 90% of the cost.”

“There is a water shortage going on!” Mr. Constance interrupted, his distress audible. “The cost for the water is higher than standard!”

“I am not arguing that Mr. Constance, but what remains to be seen is why our last shipment of water was well below safe drinking water. If I hadn’t noticed it before it was issued to my men, many would have been sick, or even died. I did notice as well Mr. Constance, you were very interested in my sick bay, which we don’t have one, as the only sickness we end up dealing with on a daily basis has been heat stroke, or sun burn. Where exactly did you get knowledge that my people would be sick before you arrived?” I pressed immediately, furious with the fat clerk.

“Oh? Do you have any evidence to back up this claim, Commander Eisen-Blume?” The Demi-Precentor interrupted. His face still had that blank mask, that gave me no clue on his thoughts.

“I have the water still in it’s container, but it has been opened, so I am not sure how much trust the MRB will give to that. Otherwise, I still have the shipping order. It might allow one to track down where the water came from. Otherwise. No.”

“You are correct, the water can be tested but, it will supply little evidence. The shipping manifest may be useful, But I can offer no promises on what it will show.”

“N-Nonsense! You can’t do this! Lady Alessa is requesting arbitration against this company, they can’t not request it in return!”

“My Constance. I am afraid the MRB is in the habit of neutrality especially in regards to disputes between Mercenary Companies and Contractors. They most definitely can, and the MRB will do everything in its power to investigate these concerns.” He turned, and headed away, his Comguard staying with him as he headed out towards the vehicles. Obviously done with this entire clusterfuck.

“Do not believe this will go your way. Lady Alessa is not pleased with your conduct so far! The arbitration is not completed yet.” Mr. Constance hissed out before stomping off. Leaving only the two sons who were still whispering to each other.

“I believe that this surprise inspection and arbitration is complete for now. Get off my base.” I jerked my head at the guards that had been following us around, and they walked up to make sure these two left as well.

“I see. An unfortunate situation Commander, Until next time.” The elder son spoke with an unbothered grin, while the younger kept a glare on his face. I could see his eyes looking towards the standing Centurion over and over, as the pair left.

Only when their dust cloud finally disappeared over the horizon did I let the emotion flow through me.

“Gotcha.” I grinned. This was the best they could do?

----

Despite all of my calls being ignored by the Governess over the next few days I was feeling pretty good. The MRB was investigating the water issues, and of course the proof I didn’t have the defense frequencies and so couldn’t have done any patrols requested.

Unfortunately any sense of pleasure at defeating the first half of the Governess’s attack vanished three days later. And it wasn’t anything she did.

The call came mid morning, and when I answered, I was rather surprised at the voice on the other line.

“Commander Eisen-Blume.” Governess Alessa’s voice spoke.

“Lady Alessa, are we finally having the past due conversation?”

She was quiet for a minute and when she responded her voice wasn’t the dangerous edge of a noble lady, it was tense. “No. Despite everything Commander. I will have to trust those words you spoke to me when you first landed hold true. An hour ago a merchant Union deviated from its projected path. When hailed they failed to respond. We have confirmed this to be a raid.”

We both were silent for a time. I was no longer smiling, or joking with a woman that had overreached.

No, I was dealing with an actual attack.

“How long until they land?”

“My General’s have informed me that we have ten hours.”

“Then Governess Alessa. Despite everything I stick to my word. Our issues you started aren’t over. And don’t expect that when this is done, that I won’t be holding you accountable, but... My Iron Blooded Orphans will fight.”

She was quiet for a while. “I understand. The planetary Militia will assist you, your Liaison is already on his way, he will work as a go-between for the defense.”

We didn’t spend much more time talking. Although I did learn that my Liaison had the planetary defense frequency codes. So I would finally be able to connect with the rest of the defenses.

I settled the phone back on the receiver and sat back for a moment. My office was quiet, but I could still hear the shouts and voices of my kids fighting and playing in the underground bunker.

It was time to see if all the preparation had been enough. I stepped out, noticing that everyone came to attention as I did.

“Benny! We have confirmation of a raid coming. Get everyone ready. It’s time.”
 

The Whispering Monk

Well-known member
Osaul
They did get trained by a professional adult soldier with experience though
Meh. They've been put through Boot by a soldier, one that's not even a trained instructor.

These kids are so green it's frightening.

Things they have going for them:
1. They don't know enough yet to understand the odds.
2. Their 'blood bond' will keep them going past when they should surrender.
3. Stupid advantage in detection equipment.
4. Prepared defenses when opposition is probably expecting nothing of the sort. (Likely, these raiders have hit here before and 'know' what to expect.)
5. Like #4, the attackers 'know' all about the kids playing at mercs from Comstar's rating system.
6. Benefit of the attack coming so quickly after inspection, the attackers only think they are dealing with a demi-lance.
7. Enough LRM Carriers that the attackers will probably fight in the shade.
8. Combination of #3 and #7 likely win the fight.
 
Chapter 3.1

Seras

Well-known member
Chapter 3.1 No Guts, no Galaxy.
3020
Zaniah III
Starboro City
Red Base


A different perspective.

Alfred Kurtz had been in plenty of battles, he had actually worked in a planetary guard regiment when he was still with the LCAF before he eventually retired. This wasn’t his first time defending against a raid. Nor did he expect it to be his last.

But it was his strangest.

This whole damn operation was oddball. The amount of fuel and ammunition the Company burned through just in training would have given a planetary guard General a coronary.

Yet here for these orphans it was just normal. Everyone could at any time get to the armory, get some ammunition and get to the training yards.

Hell. There were some kids here that had probably shot more rounds down range than Alfred himself had.

Also these kids seemed to love pulling tricks out of their ass.

Rough Squad were a group of little shits. The hard headed ones, the teens that don’t like rules, or being told no. So it was no surprise they were becoming annoying little guerrilla fighters. The fact they were supplied with some scary equipment by the Commander only made it worse.

The amount of Inferno missiles the kids carted off in their Technical would be enough to set a world ablaze. For a moment Alfred prayed to God in thanks that there are no trees on this world, at least none he had seen.

He really didn’t want to deal with a forest fire.

When word went out, the kids started deploying. Rough Squad disappeared not long after the Commander's speech. They would be harassing these raiders in their own way.

The Defense Unit disappeared. The group of quiet kids had listened to the speech, and for a moment when they heard they could be attacked? Well… Those kids were scarier than he expected. Considering Alfred had seen the stocks of LRM missiles deplete to a ludicrous degree every damn day, and the fact that it was always after the group disappeared, and explosions sounded far in the distance? Well Alfred had his suspicions on what they were up to.

Like he said, strange. Everything was strange, but it wasn't a bad strange. Hell he could have used this sort of strange years ago in the LCAF when the snakes attacked. Instead he had his old General who thought that bayonet charges were inspiring.

He offered a second prayer in thanks to God for not dealing with that sort of crazy anymore. No he much preferred this new sort of crazy.

“Ah, Sergeant. Good. I’ve been looking for you.” Hauptmann Rommel jogged up, although it was still common among the orphans to just call him Benny.

“Hauptmann.”

“We want you in the command post here on base while this is happening. The Commander's exact words were, ‘You're going to be looking over our shoulder and pointing out any stupud mistakes.’ So. We want you there, getting set up.” The Hauptmann looked annoyed at having to relay these orders.

Alfred could understand. Benny was the sort that thought they knew it all. The thing was his type tended to know enough that they could get arrogant, but not enough to realize that arrogance was killer. Alfred had no issues offering his advice.

“Understood. I’ll head up presently.” They saluted and headed out. Hauptmann Rommel heading towards his Centurion, nine hours were up, and it was getting close to when they would find out where the raiding force was going to drop.

Alfred checked his service pistol. The same gun he had was issued in the army. The same gun that had saved his ass more than once.

“Once more.”

He whispered thinking back to the speech the little Commander had given just a few hours ago. He hoped it kept everyone on point. Discipline and not getting distracted would be the main things keeping the kids alive.

Or killing them.

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Perspective shifts

Colonel Herb Enders had been in charge of the 10th Skye Rangers for almost a decade now. He worked hard, fought hard, commanded hard.

It was why he hated being stuck on this dustball planet.

The 10th had been torn up after their raid on Shiloh. The running battle they had been forced into in an effort to extract the shuksam crystals that grew on the planet. Snoord, who had asked for the help in the first place, had been sure the crystal would be useful. It was. They had more than made up for the battle, but even now a few years after the raid the 10th were recovering. They had taken a beating, and despite their best efforts some of their mechs were still mauled. Replacement parts, either still on the waiting list, or just not coming, although that should finally be clearing up soon. After they re-armed he might finally get off this rock.

Still Colonel Enders would do his duty to Duke Lestrade. The orders had been very firm. The only important defensive objective on Zaniah III was the spaceport. The factories could easily be sacrificed as long as the spaceport stood.

So he had done so. Keeping the spaceport from taking any damage in the years he had guarded it. Not a single raid, pirate or League had made it to the spaceports walls.

The Governess hated him for it though.

The factories were civilian infrastructure, and their damage really only hurt her wealth. So her demands for more and better protection for her factories came often, and came furiously.

They were all ignored.

Not the 10th’s problem.

So then the Governess had hired a merc company.

A small one. When the report hit his desk that he was sharing the planet with a demi-lance company. He had scoffed. What were they going to do? It had only grown worse from that. They were all kids. Teens playing at war.

When they started trying to contact the 10th through civilian frequencies he put it down to incompetence. Children not understanding that you don’t speak about anything over unsecured coms.

It had taken almost a month for him to get what was really happening. The Governess was playing games. She had sent an order to him one that he couldn’t ignore like her request to protect her factories.

Don’t talk to her Mercenaries.

That was that. The Mercs were on their own. It was why he was so surprised that once the Union was spotted, confirmed to be League affiliated, that it was only a few hours after that he had his first conversation with Commander Eisen-Blume, of the Iron Blooded Orphans.

Yeah the fact she introduced her company that way had been confusing until he had actually asked the 10th’s own liaison with the planetary guard.

Turns out they weren’t just kids. They were orphans. Every one of them.

Strange.

But not unheard of here in this age of war. The fact their leader was so young, was an oddity though.

That he learned she had actually expanded to a full Lance, and of mostly mediums at that? He had to admit while reading that he had been impressed. Considering what was coming for her, and her people? He hoped it was enough. Hoped she had enough sense to survive.

Because the raids that came to Zaniah III were usually fairly bloody.

“Good Luck Commander.” Were the words he left her with after they confirmed the 10ths plans to not leave the Starport. She was on her own.

----

I had managed to sneak in a small nap after the initial flurry of activity had winded down. I needed one after my big speech. It had been so embarrassing, standing in front of everyone. Talking as if I was actually competent, as if I had any idea what I was doing. I was just a fraud.

My descent into a pity party lasted through my nap. I had just taken a long shower. The warm water dripping down my short hair as I stared into a mirror. I had known this day was coming. The Inner sphere was simply not a safe place. No matter where you were, men wanted to take what you had.

I had been prepared. I was sure of it. I had done so much. Sure I made mistakes. Now that it was coming, and time was up the ideas kept hitting me. “Mines” I said aloud. Shaking my head. I had spent most of the shower cursing myself for a forgetful fool.

There was always something more, something I could do, or create, or prepare. But in the end, time was always the one resource I couldn’t cheat.

My hands were shaking.

I had been staring into the mirror for too long, but I couldn’t get myself to calm down. All the kids looked to me. To keep them alive. Alive in the face of an enemy, that would kill them without mercy.

“Hey.”

The voice startled me from my cycle of staring as I blinked. “Sasha.”

“Vicky. You doing okay?”

I exhaled. “Yeah.”

“Liar.” She moved up and before I could move dropped a towel on my head and began scrubbing my head. “Better get you ready. After the big speech you gave everyone is ready, even the kids that were afraid are more excited now.”

“I’m terrified. I’m gonna get them killed.”

“Some of them.” She offered and I startled under her hands whipping towards her. “There is a reason I didn't want my brothers to join up, Vicky. No Mercenary company, no army, has ever stood without some casualties. It’s gonna happen. Here. Today most likely. Some of them won’t come back to the barracks tonight.”

I pulled the towel from my hair to turn to her. The older woman sighed. “But that is life. You convinced me you know. At first I was sure you were some noble kid playing at being an orphan, planning to use us to launch yourself back up to nobility, or maybe some disinherited noble trying to build an army to take back your title. But you aren’t. You're just an orphan like the rest of us, trying to find a path forward. You created a path that we are following. Not all of us will make it to the end, but I have to admit Vicky. I really want to see it. Where this path eventually ends.”

She dumped the towel over my head once more and scrubbed down until my hair was staticy and dry. “Get ready. We don’t need Vicky who is freaking out right now. We need our Commander, the kid that has done things that mystify every one of us. I’m twice your age Vicky, and you still do things I don't understand. So get up.”

Well.. what else could I do? I got up.

-----

I walked past many wide eyes as I headed towards my Locust. I was ready. I was wearing my mechwarrior outfit, which really is just as little as possible, with my Officers jacket over my shoulders as I had taken to wearing it.

The eyes of all the kids followed me. Those that were still around. Nearly half my infantry had disappeared into the dunes hours ago, when I first made a speech. I was the last one to reach the mechs. Gauge was waiting for me at the bottom of the gantry, while Hanna and Benny were already starting up their mechs.

“You look nervous.” I tell my friend as I walk past him, his hands wringing together as he turns to follow.

“Of course I’m nervous! Why aren’t you?”

“I’m the Commander. I can’t be nervous. Every eye is on me. If I am freaking out, they will doubly freak out. So I am calm. We’ve prepared for this. We can do this.”

“Yeah well. I’m not.” Gauge hissed. “We are about to go to war. Oh Blake. Why did I do this? I could be working for ComStar right now. I could be learning the secrets of technology and working my way through as an adept. Imagine me working on the HPG network!”

“Yeah, but ComStar wouldn’t have given you a mech. So fair is fair.” I teased as I stopped just before turning towards the Locust. “You can do this Gauge. We trained so hard for this. Just imagine how much fun it’s going to be to watch those assholes slip in the sand dunes while we shoot them. It’ll be great.”

He blinked at me for a moment before rolling his eyes. “They are trained soldiers. I doubt they will fall over Vicky.”

“Well, then we will just have to make them fall over. Make someone else eat sand for once. Mount up Gauge. Time for worries is over. Now it’s time for action.”

“Easy for you to say.” He grumbles but heads over to his Centurion.

As soon as I mounted up, and the hatch of my Locust closed, I felt my facade fall. “Fuck I am going to screw this up so bad.” I moan into my hands before taking a deep breath. No time for this. I pulled my Neurohelm on and switched on the Coms. “Red Lance, report in.” I demanded over the radio.

“Red 2 active and ready Red Leader!” Benny answered.

“Red 4 Ready.” Hanna called out.

“Red 3, Powering up, give me more than a second to get in my Mech next time Vicky.” Gauge grumbled.

“Mechwarriors. This is it. This is the moment that defines your story for the rest of your life. Are you ready? You don’t sound ready.”

“Ready Commander!” Benny was already making his way out of the mechbay. Climbing up one of the paths to the surface.

“Stop trying to hype us up. I’m killing so much raider trash today, just you watch Commander.” Hanna as always had to be antagonistic.

“Vicky. Let’s just get this over with.” Gauge moaned.

“Alright. Powering up. Red Lance. Let’s move out.”

----

A more explosive perspective.

Rough squad was ready. They had set up a few miles from the factories that were the probable target. Each Technical was loaded and ready. Their secret weapon was finally done. Despite how long it took to set up. Each member of Rough Squad took a moment the last time they would all be together. Lenden walked to each of them. Grasping arm, and shoulder looking into their eyes.

“You heard the Commander. Her speech about keeping us all alive was strong and sweet… Ignore it. That’s not Rough Squad. We aren’t the safe ones. We joined together today and every day in the future for one purpose. A one in a million chance. The act that turns men into gods.”

The squad of boys had all agreed to this act one night. Not long before Hanna was chosen as the fourth Mechwarrior. Lenden grew up with each of them. They were his brothers. But all of them knew they had no future in a normal life. They were all destined to be grunts. Too stupid. Too hot headed. Too quick to pick a fight, or argue.

It had started as an innocuous question. “How far would you go?”

They all had known what the question was about. It was what had created Rough Squad. A pact between boys becoming men.

The Commander didn’t know. If she did, they all knew that she would pull them back. Vicky had always been kind, wanting the best for all of them. But Rough Squad understood. As orphans, the only path forward for them would be through risk.

“Brothers. If we don’t see any of each other again. Know that I am proud to fight at your side. There are no better men to die with.” Lendens speech was nothing like Vicky’s. Hers had been full of hope, and warning. An order that Lenden had no intention of listening to.

The boys stood to face each other around their central shrine, each of them carrying a chip in their right hand that they held up in front of them. It was their lifeline. They had spent weeks preparing them thanks to one of the Mechtechs, being willing to help out. Then each put their left hand forward onto their shrine. The one thing that made all of this possible.

“Whoever survives, whoever succeeds, know that the rest of us will be with you, always.”

Their hands rested on their shrine, each of them imagining wearing it.

----

“Commander, we have confirmation of the drop trajectory. Sending it to you now.” The voice of Leutnant Connor came over the radio startling me out of my daze.

I glanced at the data sent over and whispered a soft thank you, they weren’t landing near our base.

It looks like they were either not taking us seriously, as a threat or they were intending to make this a fast raid. Either way the base was safe.

“Do we have a guess at what they’re aiming for?”

“Yes. Twenty klicks from their landing position is the ZanTek ground vehicle facility. We believe that to be the primary target. We are asking you for reinforcements on the factory, and confirmation there aren't any secondary targets.”

“Understood. Red Lance will move to defend. Sending the request for scouting to my control. Eisen-Blume out.” I closed the com before sending out a few orders to the men back at the base. Thankfully Marcus was already doing his job of keeping an eye out. And little did the planetary defense know, I had all the scouting ability we would ever need.

As the orders went out to each unit and squad of where the attack would be coming from, Red Lance moved. The steady tromping of my Lance dulled behind me as I raced ahead. Everyone was more than experienced enough on the shifting Zaniah terrain to no longer worry so much about falling anymore.

Not that it didn’t still happen, but usually only when they were trying out on the obstacle course.

I left the group far behind me, as I raced. I wanted to make sure they were within my sensor bubble before they landed. Just to make sure there weren't any tricks they wanted to play.

Five minutes later I slowed as I watched the streak of fire cut across the sky. The union was magnificent as it came down. I saw the sensor system start cataloging everything that was coming down.

That was a lot of hardware.

As I watched, the battle above me began. The ASF’s of the planetary guard made contact with the ASF’s the Union had come down with. And as I watched explosion after explosion I knew it wasn’t looking good.

Whoever these raiders were? They were good. Probably actual FWL veterans, and not just pirates or irregulars.

The Union landed without any concern. The two birds it deployed both returned to support from the sky not long after.

The birds the defense sent crashing into the dunes far below.

“Showtime.”

I grabbed the list of hardware they landed with and sent it out to my command post. I watched as three Lances of mechs sauntered out of the union only minutes after it had landed and began moving.

I labeled them in my systems as Alpha, Beta, and Charlie lance. Sending the data to Benny to look over. He would know more about each mech than anyone. While I read it over. Feeling very not good about how outgunned we were.

Alpha Lance. A Rifleman, RFL-3N, A Trebuchet, TBT-5N, and TBT-5S, Along with a Locust LCT-1M. A Long Distance Lance? I wondered, Probably meant for fire support, and anti-air in case they didn’t have air superiority.

Beta Lance. Two Hunchback, HBK-4P The ‘swayback’. A Firestarter, FS9-H, and Wolverine, WVR-6M. Cavalry. Tough mediums, with a scary light.

Charlie Lance. Two Phoenix Hawk PXH-1’s, an Orion, ON1-K and finally a Awesome AWS-8Q. The command and Assault Lance.

Honestly it was a ludicrous tonnage, 615 tons worth of Battlemech. But that’s just how these raids were done. You either go all light in and out, or you carry so much tonnage that the enemy doesn’t want to stick their head out.

And here I was between them and their target readying to stick my head out. “Alright Red Lance. Operation begins. I want everyone on their best here. Let’s pluck their eyes.”

----

While that was beginning Infantrymen were setting up. Over and over, small squads were deployed from the back of Norman trucks, each squad carrying as many SRM launchers as they had men. They would disappear into buildings. Their radio’s hooked into lan lines to reduce any chance of being heard, and they would prepare, all of it guided by the short blurbs I sent out to command, and was relayed to the infantry.

Metal was also moving into place. The Iron Blooded hadn’t picked up any tanks yet, but deploying a single Lance of the *special* LRM carriers out of the base would be a hefty stick against the enemy. Although I didn’t take this group out of the Defense Unit. They were very firmly locked into place at the base in case the raiders had a funny idea.

No this was the newer Artillery Unit.

It was a shame I hadn’t been able to get an actual artillery piece yet.

Next time. I promised myself as I followed all of these movements from my Locust. The Artillery unit of course wasn’t alone. It was probably the most defended of any of the units out there. Mostly because of the Lostech involved. The crew of each piece had very firm orders if they should become disabled.

Burn it.

I hope it never came to that. But I knew it eventually would.

While that was happening I watched the planetary guard move into position to try and protect the factories. It was mostly tanks, and to my regret not even good ones. Scorpions. And unfortunately for the guard. There weren't even enough of them to really be a threat to anything. Sure, they would probably scrap hard against a light lance. But the raid group was full of monsters.

I watched, keeping an eye on things, my commands updated consistently to get everyone where they needed to be once the enemy began moving. It was easy enough to see their path forward.

Unfortunately, the planetary guard was out of position. Too many of the allied tanks were clumped up on the entirely wrong sides of the city. Too far south, or too far north.

Seeing the battlelines slowly form, I commed my Liaison. “Get me in contact with whoever is in charge of the Scorpion tank defenses.” I waited silently, while the request ran through, watching the mechs move closer and closer. It wouldn’t be long now before they will be able to bring their weapons to bear against the tanks. If there aren’t enough tanks in place… They would be taken apart piecemeal.

“This is Colonel Vertz. I was told you needed to speak to me Commander.” A rather posh german voice came over the line and I was already sending the data through the connection.

“Colonel, you should be receiving my sensor data from my field scouts. Your tanks are out of position, the Enemy Lances are about to hit your scattered forces. Pull them back, or group them up here.” I sent a waypoint, hoping I was in time.

“You have more up to date data than I do. Very well Commander. I’m pulling my men back from that point. I won’t throw their lives away, Thank you.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as the few tanks that were in the path of the Mechs slowly pulled away, giving ground, but at least they might offer more assistance later in the fight.

“Might I ask Commander to be included in your scout reports.”

I hesitated, before nodding. “I’ll put you in contact with my Command group. They will keep you apprised. Commander Eisen-Blume out.”

Well that went… Well.

Of course that also meant that the enemy lances weren’t even slowed as they pushed towards the city outskirts.

Switching frequencies I switched to my lance channel. “Move it Red Lance. Our timetables have just been moved up.”

I waited impatiently, as I watched the dots slowly move across the terrain. Although I took note, the tanks seemed to be getting into better positions, now actually aimed and congregated to blunt any charge into the factory district further into the city.

When my Lance had caught up to the ambush point. I signaled them to settle in. This ambush point didn’t look like much. Some old buildings on the edge of the city. This section had mostly been reclaimed by the desert at this point. And I could only guess why it had been abandoned so utterly, but my guess was probably pretty accurate.

The massive amount of ancient battle damage told me this wasn’t the first raid against the factories blunted here.

This abandoned section of the city was the closest heavy cover where the enemy was looking to pass into the city. It was just a bit south of their projected path, and thanks to the heavy buildings here it did a great job blocking sight and scanning. Hopefully it would be enough for our surprise.

Of course if it wasn’t, and they decided to chase? Well. The buildings had plenty of my kids hiding inside. Ready for a surprise attack. I noticed the enemy coming closer and closer, and finally it was time.

My lance all lined up. And I sent the targeting data.

One by one. All three Centurions opened fire with their LRM/10. Still well out of sight of the enemy. The missiles shooting up over the buildings we were hiding behind. Not a single inch of our mechs could see the enemy, nor could they see us. Just how I liked it.

I kept sending them targeting data. Over and over. I updated the data. Making sure every volley would be more likely to hit. Aimed for their lightest mech first. Pluck their eyes. Protect my infantry.

It didn’t take long. Locusts aren't the toughest mech out there. Four volleys, and I confirmed on my sensor the LRM equipped Locust was offline.

I didn't hesitate. A moment later the next target was queued up. Missiles flew.

----

The opposite perspective.

For Captain Isabella Nash, this was her chance for glory. Given command of a raiding taskforce, and told to impress. She planned on it. The chance was too good to pass up. Her family had called in more than a few favors to ensure she had more tonnage than this pitiful dustball would be able to handle.

After moving far enough south that it wasn’t a straight shot from her Union to the factories she adjusted their course and aimed right at her objective. She knew these dustball militias wouldn’t be expecting her this quickly, and certainly wouldn’t be expecting them from the ‘wrong’ direction.

She actually laughed a little as one of the hunchbacks in Zaviers lance almost lost his balance as the sand beneath him shifted. This planet was actually pretty rough with it’s terrain, but Isabella was a Nash, she was an elite, trained since childhood to smash the enemies of the League. And she was a veteran. She had fought the Wolf’s Dragoons during the civil war and lived to tell the tale, although it had taken a few years to get her baby back up and running after. Fucking Marauder II. Bullshit! Assault mechs shouldn’t fly!

Pulling her mind from that old memory she moved forward. Her Awesome stomping through the sand and dirt, and she took a moment to curse whoever thought building anything on this world was a good idea. The terrain was bad enough for her more incompetent pilots, but the heat! The heat meant even just firing two of her PPC’s had warmed her cockpit up uncomfortably. She would have to be careful not to overheat on this hellhole.

“Warning LRMS!” Came the sudden call over her comm and she kicked her sensor system, it hadn’t picked up anything, much less someone close enough to launch LRMS at her!

She rolled her shoulder raising her battle first over her cockpit just in case but none of the missiles came anywhere near her.

No, the volley was all focused on fucking Charles.

He tried to run, to move out from whatever it was that was spotting, but it was pointless. Three volleys of what she could count as 30 LRM she guessed? Struck the Locust. As always plenty of missiles didn’t hit, but enough did. Charles punched out after the third volley, before any more missiles could take out his cockpit.

The arc of his ejection seat sent everyone in the company into battle mode. “This isn’t a walk in the park, people. Keep steady. Find me that scout! I want to know who is spotting for those missiles. Zavier, take your Lance, I want those LRMs flushed out.”

And so Zavier in his Wolverine turned to their right and started pushing the speed on his mech. His lance following.

The rest of the groups continued ever forward.

----

With the Locust down, I had our Lance move. I could see their Cavalry Lance, that I dubbed Beta angle towards us, and I was gonna lead them on a deadly chase.

“Are you sure Vicky, we could stay, city fighting gives us a good advantage here.” Benny asked as I ordered them to move out.

“No, we have the range advantage. I intend to keep using it. We need to hit them as hard and as often as possible without taking any damage in return. It’s the only way we win this.”

I angled my Lance further into the city, keeping out of sight as the Beta Lance moved towards our last position. Once they started walking into the city it happened again. “Okay here are the coordinates, full volley!”

Beta Lance got hit once again from LRM’s well outside of their view. Of course I once again targeted the light mech. The Firestarter had more cover here than the Locust. The first volley hit fine, but the second was only a partial according to the sensors. The third volley hit nothing.

But that was fine. I started trooping my Lance again right away.

----

A different perspective.

Elias had never expected to be in this position. Sure back in the day Benny talked a good game, about how when he joined the army, or a Merc group he would bring them along and lead them to glory.

But Elias had never actually expected it. None of them really had. It was just talk then. They all did it, talk. About the great things they were going to do, the feats that they imagined. How important they would become.

It was one of the things the orphans wanted the most. To be important.

Wanted.

So it came as a shock some days to wake up not on Solaris. Not in the orphanage. And sometimes when he woke up from a nap sitting in a weapon of war, it took him a minute to remember where he was. Or what he was doing.

“Commander?” Barry called up to him as Elias wiped away the fog on his mind.

“I’m here Barry, and it’s just Corporal. We only have one Commander.” He grunted as he focused his eyes once more on the sensor system.

The damn Lostech sensor system. That was probably more valuable than a regiment of mechs considering just how powerful it was. And Vicky had enough of them to stuff into LRM Carriers.

Madness.

Elias knew when he had first been told, sworn to secrecy about the Lostech, he had been sure she was insane. Why would you put something like this into an LRM Carrier and not a mech!? Or if you had to a Command vehicle. Considering he could literally see what was happening over the entire battleground, he watched in real time as the Commander, and the mech lance, ran a FWL raiding party around in circles while softening them up with LRMS.

When he asked, and he had asked of course why put them in the carriers. Vicky who he had known for years, the little brat, had just smirked that damnable smirk and told him he would figure it out.

He still hadn’t figured it out.

But that was for later. The order came down. “Commander wants those mechs slowed down. Artillery unit. Slow them down.” Sergeant Kurtz ordered out over the line. Elias shrugged. Time to get started then.

The Artillery Unit had been training damn near day and night every day for months at this point, at least it felt like it. They weren’t quite as crazy as the Defense Unit, but well.

Not many were.

So it didn’t take long for the carriers to shift slightly adjusting it’s aim, where it was idling on top of an old bridged highway where they had parked. All four carriers wiggled to angle their launchers, and under Elias’s command, which he sent with a few presses of a button. Each Carrier targeted the same Mech, and fired one volley.

Two-hundred and forty LRM’s launched into the sky, on the other side of the battlefield in the view of enemies that had come here to destroy, the sky darkened.

They were forced to fight in the shade.
 

The Whispering Monk

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Osaul
Totally off topic...sorta...I got to do that with the tabletop BTech game once. It was glorious!

I didn't do it again because it was also really mean to the other side. ;) REALLY made them think hard of how to counter it.
 

The Whispering Monk

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Osaul
How many times do LRM carriers get to fire? Might be enough to slag that assault lance hopefully, then that guy will understand why the lostech goes there.
That depends on the enemy. They are SLOW and not well armored at all. Firing indirectly like this is usually extremely inaccurate. Though, I'm betting the 'LosTech' scanners make them much more accurate. Typically, you'll get to see them fire a few times before an enemy can close and destroy them. Heck, all you really have to do is get up close and personal to make their fire worthless. They usually carry enough ammo for 8 'shots' from each of the three launchers.
 

Knowledgeispower

Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
That depends on the enemy. They are SLOW and not well armored at all. Firing indirectly like this is usually extremely inaccurate. Though, I'm betting the 'LosTech' scanners make them much more accurate. Typically, you'll get to see them fire a few times before an enemy can close and destroy them. Heck, all you really have to do is get up close and personal to make their fire worthless. They usually carry enough ammo for 8 'shots' from each of the three launchers.
Mind you at 3/5 they aren't exactly fast but that speed means they can at the minimum keep out of range of that Awesome
 

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