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Protecting the Spaceport gate.

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Continued from: https://battletech.tk/infusions/forum...1#post_181

Deep underground just outside the spaceport, the guarded escort had halted and moved the tracked transport to a hangar and put expedited orders in for ammunition. The assault, pulled from storage and blanketed by an old massive tarp that was just now pulled off, revealing it to be a recently built Victor. Charcoal with blue stripes and red accents that complemented the Wolf's Dragoons emblem on it's left chest.

The arms in the rear of the bay reached out and grappled onto the back of the Victor and coaxed it off of the transport unit and secured the Victor squarely in the center of the bay so the transport could be driven away. The technicians were ordered to expedite all checks and get the battlemech loaded and ready to go. A technician could be seen climbing to the cockpit and rinsing the windows of the dust and settlement. The others were putting orders in to fit the quickly arrived ammo and glance that the AC20's action was well lubricated.

By now at the surface, the vtol had landed atop the ground level facility building and Gabriel gave an infrequently stern order to Lt. Kleiman "I've got it from here John, go find our recruit and make sure she is secure, she can't accept our offer if she's compromised." "Yes sir Captain!"

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With that, Gabriel turned and headed towards the personnel access to the underground facility below. The vtol raising from the ground and turning towards it's next heading, the wind tugged at Gabriel's hair, his waistcoat and drowned out the sound of his dress shoes clacking with purpose forward.

Gabriel reached the basement below and was met by a Dragoons foot security detail who gave him a quick briefing on the information provided to the city from them. The center of the international district was under combat with a high concentration of city allied forces. There was a smaller mechanized security detail that was mobilized inside the spaceport with volunteer medium units from 95th Royal Black Dragoons at the gate with a lance from a mercenary lance from a unit called Hammerstrike split between he gate and forward positions.

Gabriel half listened, as some over-arching details were more important than the smaller bits. Gabriel didn't wait for the officer to finish before he stepped out to the catwalk that was already extended to the cockpit. Gabriel wasn't going to waste any more time getting dressed in a pilots jump-suit, if it got warm enough, he could strip down, but that was unlikely to happen against a group of rebels.

He sat down in a familiar seat. It had been a few years, of course he was familiar with Disarmonia's predecessor when he gave up his original Victor back in the arena a good decade ago. This machine was hardly used, taken off-world once for some client formality, still it had sat for a while. He dug his neuro-helmet out and pulled it down and his hands comfortably set on the console as he began the start-up sequence. The cockpit began to close and Disarmonia jerked to life as it erected to a straighter position.

"Callsign designation 'Scarcer,' I report systems are all nominal, no myomer defects detected, currents are steady." "Copy, Scarcer - releasing Disarmonia from the support cradle." "10-4"

The brace connected to the back of the Victor disconnected and retracted to the wall. Dispatch gave the okay and cleared Disarmonia for departure. His information was mapped in for city allied forces for friendly recognition. Gabriel moved the throttle and in his half sobering state was filled with the thrill of nostalgia, just like riding a bicycle again.




Half a kilometer from the spaceport gate, an elevator door split the ground in two as Disarmonia rose from the depths. The rain began to cleanse the chassis of the accumulated dust, it's blue, red accents and wolfs dragoon emblems shimmering from the nearby illumination.

"This is 'Scarcer' providing assistance to secure the spaceport by the command of The Wolf's Dragoons Zeta Battalion Major Tara Lucas. Now boys and girls, it would be mighty nice if you patched me into your battlefield data."
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Word on the channel was that a Draconis Lance was with his two units at the space port. It was a good thing since that meant more firepower to defend the gates. It allowed him and the rookie in the Rifleman to march to the Black hill district to help push the rioters and mechs back behind those lines. As they pushed through the International Zone, Dietrich heard word over his radio that the Draconis unit’s at the starport was giving chase after a small group of enemies that was made up by a couple of mechs and a handful of APC’s. Stopping, he looked at his map confused as he watched the green triangles leaving the Starport perimeter. It made no sense, the way the enemy was fleeing had no strategy advantages, no reinforcements in the areas they were heading which was towards the Solaris river. Then it dawned on him. Turning the controls, he spoke into his mic. “Cerberus Leader and Cerberus 3 are heading back now to reinforce the Starport.” Pushing his feet down on the pedals, the Thunderbolt sprinted back down the road they just walked up from. Close behind him was Disco, their Rifleman. “Sir, why are we heading back for? The Draconis have it under control...besides, Cerberus 2 and 4 have it handled their.” A groan came forth from Dietrich as Derrick showed just how green he was. “Cerberus 3, look at your map for fuck sake. The rioters are leading them away back to the river. Their is no advantage to head for a river...besides, their is no allies for them to be backed up once the Draconis catches up. That means the Draconis is being lured away leaving Cerberus 2 and 4 alone with no back up.”

With that now said, red triangles bleeped onto the screen, five of them and they were making a mad dash for Cerberus 2 and 4 and the Starport gates. “Cerberus 2 and 4, you got five mechs incoming to your positions. We are almost there. If they manage to get to you before us, hold the, off. Don’t give them an inch.” , “Copy that Cerberus 1, we will take a mile from them. Cerberus 2, out.” As the chatter had stopped between Cerberus Lance, a new voice came over the comm’s codenamed Scarcer. He stated that the Command of the Wolf’s Dragoons had sent him to give aid with the many conflicts across the city and mentioned that it be nice of them to patch him into their Battle Data. Smirking to himself, he spoke into the mic. “Scarcer, this is Cerberus 1 of Hammerstrike. We are going to patch you into our Battlefield Data through our Beagle Drone.” Eyeing the map, he saw the green triangle heading for the gates. It was a Victor Assault Mech with a green line coming from it with the callsign Scarcer. Taking his hands off of his controls, he patched their Beagle Drone into the computer Console of Scarcer and began to upload all of the data that the drone picked up since it’s activation. Showing him on his map where all friendly and enemy units were at currently inside of the International Zone and bits and pieces of the Black Hills with three friendly mechs codenamed Fyrman, Dark Parliament and Seyla. “Now your patched in Scarcer. We got five mechs rushing for the gates. Me and Cerberus 4 are on our way back to give a hand on the defense. Over.” The mech’s doing the rush was three Powermen, One Phoenix Hawk and one Centurion 9-A. They might be lighter builds then the Thunderbolt and Rifleman, but the heavies had stronger reactors inside of them and was faster.

The two heavy mechs showed up as Cerberus units 2 and 4 began firing at the enemy as they broke from the City and out into the open. Torso twisting Bischof, Dietrich placed his crosshairs on the closest enemy mech and that was a powerman. Pulling his left trigger, the Rotary cannons began to spin as the Medium Pulses in his left Torso fired their deadly beams. Rounds of the RC Autocannon 5 began to pepper the side of the civilian mech. With the Thunderbolt moving forward a bit more, the Rifleman moved into the clearing and aimed at the same target as Bischof and fired it’s two Large Lasers and four medium lasers into the Powerman’s side. With the focus barrage on the powerman, the civilian mech arm had been blown off and a good deal of it’s side armor was now indicating it was now orange. The attacks from the two heavies caught the attention of the Phoenix Hawk and the Centurion. The two medium enemy mech’s broke away from the charge and turned their attentions to Cerberus 1 and Cerberus 3, opening up with their lasers, Autocannon 10 and LRM 10’s. Breaking away from each other, Disco manage to get back behind the city buildings and was circling around while Bischof (Thunderbolt) strafed off to the side, taking hits from a Large Laser and three LRM 5 missiles across his right front and side sections of his armor. It wasn’t in bad shape, slightly damaged, but Dietrich was still in the fight as the gates opened up fully. Holding the trigger down and aiming his firing reticule on the Centurion peppering it’s right and center torso with the medium pulse lasers and the Rotary Cannon 5.
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"Thank you kindly Cerberus 1..." Gabriel voiced back. With a smirk he observed as the markers on his battlegrid came into better detail with enemies blotting across. Friendlies dividing at the gates with Cerberus reconverging on the gates with the battlemech concentration moving on their position.

The Standard 300's deep cycle cried out as the myomers thrust the Victor forward at 60kph towards the main open starport street and thus the gate.

Like a true Zeta Mechwarrior, Gabriel pulled no punches and committed to making a scene. As soon as he reached the urban clearing, Disarmonia's limited jumpjets engaged with a clap and momentary roar to thrust the Victor just a little bit further into the open and close the gap, bustling towards the enemy that was already being targeted, opting to get into the phoenix hawk's personal space. Sweeping it's sights on the Cerberus units to it's 6, it jerked further towards the impending Victor in surprise. Only 10s of meters away now, Gabriel squared the right arm towards the phoenix hawks and an AC20 cracked towards the torso to throw off the medium mech's gyro. The phoenix hawk's lasers swayed off course and stumbling back, the area illuminated as it's thrusters began to push the phoenix hawk into the air.

Disarmonia's left arm reached out and caught the phoenix hawk by the right leg, it's powerful jets threatened to lift and throw the Victor off balance but the AC20 continued to wale away in attempt to shut down one of the thrusters, until it's right leg began to break at the joints exposing the monomer beneath and breaking Disarmonia's grip. With the crippled Phoenix Hawk gaining distance in semi-retreat, the Victor turned it's focus to the Centurion that found itself between a rock and a hard place, between an assault, two heavies and it's ally moving away in distress.
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With the Victor entering the battle, it was turning the 4v5 into a 5v5 brawl. The Stinger and Griffin of Cerberus 2 and 4 were running around laying fire on the the Powermen while keeping their distance from the civilian mechs. One by one the civilian mechs were being picked off with the light and medium focusing on the same targets making sure they fell faster. By the time the Victor got to the Phoenix Hawk, cracking it’s AC-20 into the enemy medium mech, their was three civilian mechs left. The lasers from the Phoenix Hawk intended for Bischof swayed off it’s mark as it jerked from the impact, blowing a massive chunk out of it and showing on the mech diagram indicator flashing red in that section of it’s body. Trying to fly away to get some distance from the Victor, the Assault grabbed the right leg and kept hammering away, ejecting it’s spent empty massive casings to the ground below. A round from the AC-10 hit Bischof in the right thigh causing it to jerk slightly from the impact. The Rifleman emerged coming up from the sides of the Davion mech’s as Scarcer lost it’s grip on it’s hold, but not before badly damaging the right leg of thePhoenix Hawk. “Cerberus 3, Clip that Hawk’s wings!” Dietrich ordered in the mic. And as ordered, the Rifleman swung it’s laser’s skyward and fired a volley of Large and medium Lasers into the left side of the Phoenix Hawk. Dietrich twisted a bit and got a lock on the Phoenix Hawk and pulled the right side trigger firing his Artemis IV guided SRM 4’s and the Large Pulse Laser slammed the body and legs of the Hawk effectively destroying the right leg and blowing holes in it’s front causing the Medium mech to fall onto it’s back instead of landing on it’s leg’s.

“Cerberus 3, go help 2 and 4. Scarcer and myself can handle the Centurion.” Another volley from the Centurion fired off peppering the Thunderbolt’s body, but it torso twisted and fired it’s AC-10 at the Victor along with it’s two medium lasers. The Centurion was backing up trying to get distance from the Assault and Heavy Battlemechs. Dietrich put his crosshairs back onto the Centurion and tried to fire the RC Autocannon 5, but it stopped. Jammed began flashing on his console over the Diagram of Bischof. As he began to cycle through the barrels, he fired his three Medium Pulse Lasers and his Large Pulse Laser at it, striking the mech in the left Torso, two hitting the right arm that had the AC-10 and a glancing hit on the right torso. On the indicator for the Centurion, it was showing it Orange in it’s torso slots and right arm while it’s legs were still green. Meanwhile, with the assistance of the Rifleman coming up after the Powermen, firing it’s volley fire of two Large Lasers first and followed up with it’s medium Lasers, deciding to do a split fire on two of the enemy mech’s to dish out as much damage as possible across the different enemies. With the two Large lasers striking the one enemy from behind, it threw off the balance of the Powerman making it swing wide missing it’s mark on the Griffin, but opening a punch for the Griffin, in which it slammed it’s fist into the torso of the Powerman knocking it over onto it’s back.

The pilot of the Phoenix Hawk had decided to eject from the Phoenix Hawk by opening the cockpit and climbing off. She ran away from the mech, leaving her allies behind to fight for themselves instead of trying to get back into the fight. The indicator for the Phoenix Hawk disappeared from the map showing that it was no longer hostile/ active in battle. With the numbers dwindling, the remains of the civilian mech’s decided that this fight was no longer winnable and tried to retreat by fleeing, but Cerberus Unit’s 2,3, and 4 had other things in mind as they chased them down and herded them like cattle, causing the Civilians to turn down different streets until they were back to the field of battle in front of the gates of the Starport.
“No Howls of the Wolf or Screeches of the Falcons will deter us from our rights to Live. Our claws will dig in through history as our Growls will be echoed through Time. The call of the Wolverines will once again be feared by our enemies...”

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Gabriel's cockpit was getting a little warm, he could feel his pores starting to open up under his formal attire but the confined space wasn't quite steamy yet. Turning to the centurion as it fired it's volley at the thunderbolt, he pushed Disarmonia back into full throttle and opened the dual large lasers across the front of the face, the Centurion turned defensively to him, firing off It's AC-10 in succession.

Gabriel brushed off the rounds as he closed in on the backpedaling centurion until the 3rd shot skimmed against his cockpit glass "ALRIGHT LAD, YOU WANT DIRTY!?" With his jumpjet fuel recharged, he cracked one more forward thrust and reached for the centurion's cockpit with Disarmonia's grappling hand. The centurion blocked the victor from a square grapple by shoving it's shield arm up between them deflecting the grabbing punch. Disarmonia with it's canon arm reached under the shield arm's shoulder and fired a round directly into the joint, ejecting hundreds of shrapnel. The STD300 groaned as the victor pushed it's weight against the chassis of the centurion that was struggling to keep it's composure, not giving the pilot a chance to assess the situation
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When the cycling was done and the jam was undone, Dietrich watched as the Centurion fires three shots at the Victor Assault BattleMech in which case, the third shot did a glance across the cockpit. A sigh of relief came from Dietrich as he was starting to sweat from the heat build up. But Scarcer charged at the Centurion, using it’s thrusters to close in the gap faster. He reached his hand for head but the Centurion was smart by bringing up it’s left arm to block the attack. Bringing up the AC-20 arm up and under the arm, he fired it’s heavy round into the already damaged shoulder. (Remaining Armor: 8 - AC20 shot: 20= -12 - 8 internal Structure= Arm is blown off) The left arm of the Centurion fell to the ground, but it didn’t stop their. Scarcer was starting to push the Centurion backwards, even as the Medium BattleMech tried digging it’s feet into the ground to try and stop it from being pushed backwards. It’s AC-10 came up and planted itself into the waist of the Victor and fired into it’s heavier armor, ejecting the casing and feeding in a live round, he was about to fire again.

Hearing the impact of the Autocannon 10’s round hitting the Victor at point blank range, Dietrich didn’t have a clean shot from where he was without hitting the Victor. The moment of him not firing any of his weapons gave his mech a chance to cooldown a bit as he turned a bit and moved the Thunderbolt around the scene of the Victor just shoving the struggling Centurion backwards. Getting on the side of the Centurion and torso twisting, he put his reticle off the knee actuator of the left side. Squeezing the left trigger, the three Medium Pulse Laser’s struck the armored joint, (Medium Pulse Lasers: 6+6+6-Armor of left leg 16= -2 -Internal Structure 12= 10) The RC Autocannon 5 spun and then burst fired three rounds at the same location (RC-AC5: 5+5+5 -10= -5, resulting the knee actuator being blown off and the third shot hitting the other knee leaving that leg armor at 11 points.) The Davion mech lost half of it’s left leg and support, without it the mech’s struggle with the Victor caused it to fall backwards landing on it’s back like it’s team mate did earlier. A you g Malik’s voice came in over the comm’s. “This is Corporal Jennings of the Federated Suns, I surrender.” The readout on the Centurion showed that the pilot had powered down his weapons as he laid there waiting to hear word of what was to come of him. Soon after his surrender, the remaining three Powermen had powered down and declared their surrender.

Letting out a breath of relief, Dietrich sat their and tried to relax. Turning on his Comm’s he would speak up and say. “Corporal Jennings, we accept your surrender. You and the civilian rioters are going to be placed under arrest and taken to Solaris Law Enforcement. Hammerstrike, this is Dietrich. We need our Frogmen and APC out here outside of the Starport. We got prisoners that need to be taken to the Authorities. Cerberus 2, 3 and 4 will keep an eye on them and will then escort you. Dietrich, Out.” , “Copy that boss. They are mobilizing and heading out now. Hammerstrike Out.” Undoing the straps of his seat, he opened the cockpit of his Thunderbolt and stood up. Closing his eyes, he felt the cool raining hit his face and bare arms. Steaming was pouring off of his Heavy Battlemech. The 73 year old Senior Mechwarrior opened his eyes and looked at the Victor. “That was a good little Skirmish we had Scarcer. Ready to head out and do some more damage to these rioters?” He grinned a bit as he stood there for a while enjoying the rain.
“No Howls of the Wolf or Screeches of the Falcons will deter us from our rights to Live. Our claws will dig in through history as our Growls will be echoed through Time. The call of the Wolverines will once again be feared by our enemies...”

https://battletech.tk/infusions/forum...87#post_87
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With the thunderbolt's assistance, Disarmonia shoved it's weight down on the centurion until it collapsed, stepping forward planting a foot onto it's remaining arm and pointing it's massive arm in comparison directly at the cockpit below.

Gabriel satirically responded over the radio to Jennings surrender, following Dietrich's comment. "Of the Federated Suns huh? Yeah, until you get court martialed. The Dragoons will make sure our Davion partners expedite you for endangering our schedule."

As the pilot began their gasp and plea, the Victor's cockpit opened up with a small puff of steam. It was an efficient win, but the cockpit was just beginning to get toasty. A waist coat and dress shirt could be seen getting ejected out falling in the mild breeze and rain as a topless man of middle age in appearance crawled up to the edge of the cockpit with only his dress slacks visible, he leaned forward at the edge and peered out. He dressed back his hair with a hand as he admired the scene and proudly noted to himself that his trophy mech's cherry had finally been popped in battle after a decade of storage.

He smiled back with a chuckle at Dietrich "That was a good warmup alright, but you see, I've got a Zeta dropship touching down soon and I'm under orders to protect the Spaceport..."

"I'll tell you what, take care of your business here and feel free to head off with your unit to take all the glory. I'll stay behind and guard the gate. But hey, join me for a drink tomorrow, my treat!"
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Watching the Victor, he saw the Assault mech standing on the Autocannon-10 arm and pinned the mech down to the ground. Seeing the cockpit open up of it, he watched as a dress jacket and shirt came flying out and fell to the ground with the faint wet plop sounds on the ferrocrete down below. The pilot of Scarcer stood up and seemed to enjoy the rain as Dietrich did instead of being in the steam filled cockpit. “Yeah it was, these old bones feel alive again. Who needs coffee when you got Adrenaline pumping through your veins?” Letting out a small laugh, he examined the scene around them as the gates to the spaceport opened up and what he requested came pouring forth with the Hammerstrike Frogmen around the APC’s moving in towards the captured rioters and even the Davion pilot who managed to get out of their Damaged Centurion. Upon hearing about a dropship, Dietrich looked upwards and saw it coming in with it’s thrusters engaged to slow it’s descent down to the spaceport. It cut through the dark storm clouds above with steam pouring off it’s landing thrusters. He could see the Wolf’s Dragoons logo along with the Zeta markings on the side of it.

The pilot of Scarcer suggested for him and his Lance to move out and take their glory to the city, that he had a Spaceport and dropship to protect. Wiping his face of the water that accumulated their, he flicked his hand off to the side. “There’s plenty of Warriors out their seeking their own glory. They don’t need an old timer like me getting in their way of fame. Hammerstrike will stay posted at the front Gates. You go to your dropship and your men and women under your command. Seek your glory Warden. I will find you later after this mess and collect on that drink. Just name the place and when.” Taking his seat again and closing the cockpit of the Thunderbolt, he began moving back towards the Gates to take up his position as guard Unit. Turning on his mic, he spoke up. “Cerberus 2, change of plans. Your staying here at the gates with me. We will be the Vanguard until Law and order is restored. “, “Copy that Cerberus 1, changing course now.” Was all that was said from the Royal Lyran Stinger as it broke away from the small convey forming up and took position on the other side of the Gates from Dietrich.
“No Howls of the Wolf or Screeches of the Falcons will deter us from our rights to Live. Our claws will dig in through history as our Growls will be echoed through Time. The call of the Wolverines will once again be feared by our enemies...”

https://battletech.tk/infusions/forum...87#post_87
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Gabriel gave his charming grin and affirmed with a thumbs up. With Cerberus 1's pilot getting back to business, Gabriel admired the view for a moment before casually finding the seat behind him. The rather warm seat contacting his bare back while the cool air blew into his face from the outside.

"fuck I wish I had a drink right now..." He sat for a moment and watched the drop ship swoop in down from the clouds as the thrusters countered the momentum to slow the decent.

"That's right, I'm supposed to have a new guy to pick on." reminding himself.

Gabriel enjoyed the resting in his cockpit and witnessed as the heavy in front of him made the way back to the gate. Once Gabriel saw the convoy below him on the display and the mech surrendering to them... it was time to put the Neuro helmet back on and shut the cockpit. By now, the dropship had just about made it to the space port and his half ass naked self was going to check on what gifts Able Trinary brought him.

Disarmonia disengaged from it's planted position over the defeated medium and began making it's way tot he gates.
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A schedule had to be kept, and the dropship kept it’s descent to the spaceport. Everyone was listening in to the reports of the battle happening at the gates of the Spaceport. Inside of the Mech bay of Talon-15 dropship, Mech Tech and Warrior was preparing his Timber Wolf. The newest member of the unit was wearing his tech outfit of mostly black cargo pants with Crimson tubing on the sides, black combat boots and his black t-shirt with crimson tubing on the sides and the sleeves. The technician was taking the Timber Wolf out of mothball status and doing maintenance on it. Sitting in his cockpit with the reactor turned on while doing a diagnostic through the systems to make sure everything was working on the heavy mech. Turning on each system slowly and one by one, his eyes looked over the displays seeing each system was coming in green. His radio came to life on the center console since it’s where he placed his hand held on it to sit more comfortably in the seat. Picking it up as he climbed out to check al of the lubricated joints of the mech. He stopped as he was checking the elbow of the left arm.

Wiss-key Delta Zeta Able to Delta 3

Delta 3 here, what you need Command?

Delta 3, prep your Timber Wolf for launch. You will be on Guard detail until Delta Zeta Able is ready to take off again. Guard the Spaceport at your own discretion and it also entails the protection of Delta units returning to the Spaceport.

Hearing the orders, Victor quickly hustled back up the mech and into the cockpit. Sitting in the seat, he replied back to Delta Zeta Able.

Aff Command. Delta 3 prepping up now.

Strapping himself into the cockpit and closing it, he felt and heard his heart pounding in his chest from the adrenaline coursing through him. Taking the controls into his hands and his feet on the pedals, he fully powered up the Timber Wolf Pryde variant. The computer of the mech read off it’s status for each system and when it declared ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL, he moved the Heavy mech out of it’s bay. Turning it to face the Dropship’s heavy doors, he saw them opening up for him. Waiting for it to fully open, he sat there look g at the outside of the dropship seeing the down pour of rain thanks to the help of the lights from the dropship and his own lights reflecting on the rain drops. Once they were fully open, he took in a deep intake of air and slowly exhaled it pushing his controls forward causing the Heavy Timber Wolf forward and out into the chaos of the Spaceport.

Delta 4 moving into field of Operation. Delta 3, out.

He radioed in and was sent a confirmation. The rain splattered heavy on his window as he and his mech lumbered forward. Collected dust and dirt was being washed away thanks to the downpour, revealing the Wolf’s Dragoon’s paint scheme on it that made it look new. It’s heavy feet thudded the ground as he walked out into the spaceport and then was bumped. Torso twisting and illuminating what had hit him with his lights, he saw it was a Powerman carrying a crate of cargo. It was backing up when it hit Sleipnir. Shaking is head and laughing a bit, he turned the torso back to normal and headed for the gates. Patching in with Delta 1’s Victor Assault mech, he c,eared his throat since he hasn’t met their Star Captain yet since his transfer to his unit.

Delta 3 to Delta 1, I am here to relieve you of your post sir.

Coming up to the gates, they began to open up as the two mech’s were facing each other. Sleipnir (Timber Wolf) and Disarmonia (Victor). Mechwarrior Leidolf looked up slightly at the sight of the Assault mech. Backing himself up and turning a bit, he made room for the bigger mech to go by him without any issues.
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While Gabriel's Victor stood in a proper formation near the gate and adjacent from the Cerberus units, Gabriel was at leisure in the cockpit with his helmet removed, poking his finger nails between his teeth, he casually glanced at the displays in front of him as he passively listened to the coms.

Looks like we scared everyone away... Gabriel caught himself waiting endlessly for some fun that was not likely to come.

As the Talon was settling in and the personnel were likely working through the motions on the other side of the gate, command requested his 20 to confirm the situation. Gabriel's response was professional by the book but he couldn't be bothered to confirm much more than he was parked at his current post.

Amidst Gabriel's bored daydream, he was pulled back into the moment when he received notification of a new party member on his com, he peered over and observed the affirmation that a Dragoon had appeared on the navigation and was approaching the now opening gates.

A new voice over the coms brought some much needed humor to Gabriel... Hmm, who is this? Either Kleiman doesn't know everything after all or he finally figured out how to treat me with a little surprise.

With the neurohelmet off, Gabriel had to reach over with his hand and depress the console to activate the com. With the Timberwolf coming into physical view, Gabriel made his 'formal' response.

"Come again Delta 3? Under who's authority are you acting to relieve me MechWarrior? I. DO. NOT. RECALL. ISSUING SUCH AN ORDER TO YOU DELTA 3."

Gabriel interjected, following the question that he had just announced.

"What in the flying fuck are you doing in Zeta, in my fucking star with this casual shit... what's your rank son?!"
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Seeing a Timber Wolf and A Victor with a smoking Autocannon off in the distance Dean thought "oh this must be the spaceport gate defense, but they probably don't see me so i'll try and hail them"
Connecting to Friendly Beagle Probe...
Connecting...
Connecting...
Connection Failed!
"Thats Strange, i wonder if my comms suite is acting up again" Dean say's as he accelerates towards the gate

Connecting to Friendly Beagle Probe...
Connecting...
Connection Failed!
"Damn, of all of the times for my comm's to short out now has to be the time, ugh"
Dean stop's and tries to a full restart of the comms system. which takes a minute or two

"There we go, hopefully its a small issue come on baby"
Connecting to Friendly Beagle Probe...
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"There we go, third times the charm as always" dean laughs

The Battlegrid map also update's with the IFF tracker's seeing that only the victor is friendly and that the timber wolf is neutral. "Huh maybe he's doing the same thing im going to be doing"
"This is a Open Channel right? My name is Dean Schumacher and im here to pass through this gate here to find some activity of sorts"
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Victor stood there before the Assault mech, but he didn’t expect the transmission from his new commanding which caused him to panic more and more as he was ripped a new one and with him trying to answer but kept getting cut off with more rants.

Come again Delta 3? Under who's authority are you acting to relieve me MechWarrior?

Sir....

I.

....I was....

DO.

...but....

NOT.

....command...

RECALL.

....transferred me....

ISSUING SUCH AN ORDER TO YOU DELTA 3.

....well no....

What in the flying fuck are you doing in Zeta, in my fucking star with this casual shit... what's your rank son?!

Feeling the panic and a building up of anger of how he was talked down to, it reminded him of his father a few years prior. Breathing fast with his his body to shake a bit with him sitting in his seat and his grip growing tighter on the controls. In one breath, he said in all one.

Sir,IWasTransferredOverFromGammaClusterRegimentToZetaWhereZetaCommandHadThenPlacedMeInYourStarSir!

Breathing fast and hard, he noticed a Hunchback moving up from behind of him which caused him to turn a bit and then torso twist to look at the Medium mech. Remembering he was asked his rank, he spoke up before the pilot of the Hunchback cut into their conversation.

Specialist of former Gamma Cluster Regiment, Bravo Star formerly Commanded by Star Captain Thomas Leidolf. Gamma Regiment Command saw that I would be a better fit in Zeta Sir, Specialist Victor Leidolf reporting for duty sir.

Looking at the Hunchback again as it was just standing there, he finally heard a voice come over the radio.

This is a Open Channel right? My name is Dean Schumacher and im here to pass through this gate here to find some activity of sorts.

Copy Dean, this seems to be an open channel. From the reports I’ve heard, action is going on all across of Solaris. Happy hunting Mercenary.

Moving the Timber Wolf out of the way so that the Hunchback could get past him, but it was up to Star Captain Gabriel if He wanted to move his Victor Assault mech or not. Leidolf wasn’t going to command his commanding officer to move out of the way and leave a bad rep over his head off the bat with the Captain.
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Dean Starts to Move forward again Seeing the Timber wolf moving out of his way, now its just the Victor if he'll let him through who know's that's up to him and him alone.

Yeah, Thats what i heard too, all sort of money making opportunitys

Dean Arrives at the gate and moves toward the left of the victor, within a minimum shooting distance of 250M, not too close but just close enough

So What would you say would the biggest riots here thus far? do you know or did you just get here yourselve? Dean Remark's

Dean Checks his Battlegrid again, Yep, Still these two guy's here. i thought they were going to be rioters here but i guess not, maybe they're already dead Dean says laughing a little bit to himself.
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Amused with himself with how easy it was to get the new Delta transfer worked up, Gabriel pulled the neuro-helmet back over his head one more time and assumed proper control of Disarmonia amid the chatter.

Gabriel began to move Disarmonia over near Cerberus 1 and continued to rip into Delta 3 over the local coms "A Specialist Delta 3? 10-4 - does that mean you're going to massage my sore feet, tuck me into bed before relieving me Delta 3? Delta 3 where do you think you're going?"

"DELTA 3 FORM. THE. FUCK. UP."

Gabriel staying in character responded to the newcomer in the Hunchback "Keep your eyes on the prize MechWarrior."
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Hearing the Possible Superior take that poor guy's ears out reminds him of his day's where he owned the Rough Rangers, Not that it was a completely bad thing, just not his type of thing he would want to do with his life.
And what would this Prize Entail Mr.man? because as of right now i ain't seeing no prize, unless it was metaphorical. and i ain't so good with metaphor's

checks battlegrid again yup, must be a weird metaphor.

anyway, if there ain't no fighting here as of right now, i would love to go past this gate here and see whats out there.

unless there is going to be fighting either way. im happy with both
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The Hunchback moved forward away from the Timberwolf as he began to hear more from the Cpt. over the radio as he moved his Victor out of the way a bit to give the Hunchback some room, but looking at it, not enough room to freely walk out without scrapping some paint from either of them. Narrowing his eyes and locking his jaw, he listened carefully to what his Commanding Officer was saying, even insulting his rank of being a Specialist. He was grinding his teeth a bit as Gabriel asked him where he was going and to form back up into formation. So, he turned the Heavy Timber Wolf back to the gate and moved back up now blocking the entrance and stood somewhat close to the Victor. Taking in a long breath of air, he slowly exhaled the frustration out, at least most of it.

Neg Star Captain. It means I’m also your BattleMech Technician when we aren’t in our Mechs, not your maid or Masseur. If you want a foot rub or to be tucked in like a child, then I’m sure the Administrators can find someone who is qualified in those fields for you. Maybe the doctor on Talon can do it for you. Heard he was a very hands on kind of guy. Personally, I’d go for a Hot springs myself to ease the muscles and nerves.

Muting his mic, he sat there watching the Victor, waiting to hear some sort of new insults to him and his little honor for being a freebirth. He was picturing the Star Captain as some sort of Brute that seemed to admire himself in a mirror when he wasn’t flipping out on his crew members under him for the smallest thing messed up or wasn’t to his liking. Shaking his head and growling to himself, he just began to yell and flip out in his cockpit, thankfully with no one able to hear him and was turning red in the face from frustration. Two different transmissions were sent by Cerberus 1, One to Gabriel and the other to Victor. Their center consoles lit up to life with an incoming text based transmission.

Transmission to Gabriel
Receiving Encrypted Star League txt based Transmission...
Encryption: Standard Beta Encryption received....Verified, Encryption Accepted...
To: “Scarcer”, Victor Assault BattleMech Disarmonia
From: Dietrich, Thunderbolt Heavy BattleMech Bischof

“Rookies, gotta love them. This one seems to be wound up tight.”



Transmission to Victor
Receiving Encrypted Star League txt based Transmission...
Encryption: Standard Beta Encryption received....Verified, Encryption Accepted...
To: “Rookie”, Timber Wolf Heavy Omnimech Sleipnir
From: Cerberus 1, Thunderbolt Heavy BattleMech Bischof

“Calm down Rookie, he’s pulling your chain.”
“Like our ancestors before us, we belong to no one. You are now the prey for our jaws.”
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Dean Looks into the space inbetween the gate and the victor, although has it stand's it might grind off what little fresh paint this mech has, so he again stops and asks

whoever is piloting that victor either im going to try and squeeze through, might lose some paint we'll be fine. unless your not ok with losing paint dean smirks at at last remark, and he goes forward to the gate. hopefully squeezing through what little room there is.

Luckily, the Hunchback squeezes through even with no paint lost. a new personal best for myself, nice Deans says to himself. Now seeing the burnt remains of several Battlemech's at the opposite end of the gate, Dean gets excited at the opportunity for battle.

Suddenly, 2 new signatures show up on the edges of the battlegrid, still showing as neutral. Deans tries to hail them are you those so called quote on quote "rioters" this city has been getting for a while? if so, i've got no quarrel with you, y e t Dean does a short laugh and then continues unless you got a quarrel with me, then i'll gladly duel you and put you in the ground, otherwise ya know...

The two people on dean's battlegrid are now showing as a locust and a Urbanmech. oh my goodness a urbanmech, i haven't seen one of those in forever
The Unknown People Respond with a Simple Same here bub

Dean Accelerates away from the gate, hoping that he will see some action in this city. maybe he'll see some right now at this gate. but as of right now. meh
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"Hmm this is Delta 1 of the Wolf's Dragoons Zeta Battalion, that's some damn good timing there Hunchback... as I said, keep your eye's on the prize."

Gabriel observed the two new transient mechs on radar making way... hmm they are a little late to help their friends.

Receiving Encrypted Star League txt based Transmission...
Encryption: Standard Beta Encryption received....Verified, Encryption Accepted...
To: “Scarcer”, Victor Assault BattleMech Disarmonia
From: Dietrich, Thunderbolt Heavy BattleMech Bischof

“Rookies, gotta love them. This one seems to be wound up tight.”


Gabriel peered over at the console and chuckled... Looks like I've made a new friend tonight after all....

The Cpt. punched in a response

Receiving Encrypted Star League txt based Transmission...
Encryption: Standard Beta Encryption received....Verified, Encryption Accepted...
To: Dietrich, Thunderbolt Heavy BattleMech Bischof
From: Cpt. Sinnette, Victor Assault BattleMech Disarmonia

“Why hello Mr Bischof. Looks like they sent me a green one! Let's break him in...”


Gabriel continued on the coms and responded to the rookie: "I do not copy Surat, you must be green because I smell the grass clippings smeared on your ass all the way over here... Why don't you hobble on after that Hunchback and help him make contact with the enemy. If that wolf is battle ready, I might just let you install a massage seat in my cockpit Mr. Mechtech."

Gabriel paused momentarily "... ... oh and I almost forgot, welcome to Zeta Battalion kid"
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With his mic muted, Dietrich sat there in his nearly fully powered down Thunderbolt to let the old mech cool down and rest. Listening in on the banter back and forth, it was causing him to laugh so hard that it was bringing actual tears to his eyes. Wiping the tears away with a damp rag, he sat there reading the message that was sent by the Wolf’s Dragoon’s Mech.Shaking his head with a smile, Dietrich knew through experience if such things like this continued hard to the Rookies, it could lead to someone snapping and sometimes, it was costly during combat. Deciding to interject before things gotten really out of hand, Dietrich powered up Bischof fully and stood it up. Unmuting his mic as the Hunchback moved past him. Taking notice of the two mech’s on his display using the building to try and hide themselves, he chuckled at their futile attempt.

Delta 1, I’ll go with your Delta 3 to make sure nothing gets out of hand. Come on Delta 3, let’s see how that Timber Wolf runs through its paces. Cerberus 2, stay here. We will be right back.

Breaking away from the gates, the Thunderbolt and Timber Wolf lumbered into part of the city that the mechs were pinging from. But as they gotten closer to them, they saw five red squares moving towards the grey triangles and began hearing the sounds of battle as the squares spread out and went down different roads and was doing hit and run tactics. Getting closer some more, they heard that they were focusing their fire on the Locust which was the faster of the two light mechs. When they reached the scene, they could see chunks of the locusts Armor was blown off. Dietrich had caught sight of two Hovercraft Harassers while Victor saw three Jeeps with Small Laser turrets attached to the beds of them. Moving in, the two Heavy Mechs began firing at different targets while taking positions around the injured Locust.

Victor placed himself behind the Locust and towered over it as one of the Harassers turned onto the street in front of him in hopes to get the Locust from behind. Activating his War Horn, the age old Wolf Howl boomed out of the Timber Wolf as he began to fire his ER Large Lasers and ER Medium Lasers from its arms, hitting the light craft in it’s front armor and glancing the cockpit of the Harasser. It returned fire before going down another road, the SRM’s peppered his front armor causing him to rock in his seat a bit from the impacts and explosions of the Short Ranged Missiles. The Urbanmech was firing at targets the popped up in his visuals, either striking or missing completely. Dietrich just sighed at it’s attempts to fight while standing still trying to protect his ally. Watching his hud and the RAC 5’s barrels spinning, he began timing each hit and run pass.

Taking aim at an intersection, he squeezed the trigger causing his Rotary Autocannon to erupt in a stream of ammo blasting off. One of the Jeeps was starting to go through that intersection, but was riddled by the heavy caliber rounds and exploded causing the wreckage to fly up a bit and landed on top of one of it’s Ally Harassers. SRM’s and a pair of small lasers struck at the Thunderbolt and it caused the Heavy Mech to turn towards them and fired his own SRM’s at them after he had gotten his lock on. The guided missiles chased after the One Jeep, with two of them hitting a building, and the other two exploding in it’s rear, crippling the light vehicle. Victor took aim and began to turn his torso until one of the Harassers came into view turning to face him, but the crew of the Harasser saw the two LRM 20’s firing it’s payload at them. All forty missiles launched in rows. Turning around, the Harasser tried to get out of the way, but it was struck with 26 of them LRM’S, blowing off a massive section of the SRM Carrier causing it to spin around and hit a telephone pole. It didn’t move and it’s indicator on the map display was gone.
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