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1. Wolf at the Door​

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  tar Commander Aleksandr stood on the bridge of the Broadsword class DropShip, hands clasped behind his back, waiting for contact with whoever lead the military operations of the planet Rán.
  
  Below them the planet spread out like a great blue marble, its many oceans looking still and smooth from their vantage point high above the atmosphere.
  
  At the controls, Point Commander Oliver said, "Connecting." Under his breath, so low that only Sasha could hear him, he added, "Finally." Sasha tried not to grin.
  
  The man who appeared on the holoscreen was lanky in a way that implied height. He wore a dark dress uniform, complete with cape, and a look of deep annoyance.
  
  "Major Reynir Gunnarsson, Commander of the X Militia," he said. He spoke with the lilting accent that Sasha had come to recognize as distinctly Rasalhague. And then, dryly, the major added, "I've been expecting this call."
  
  Sasha did not dignify that with a response. "I am Star Commander Aleksandr of the 352nd Assault Cluster, Beta Galaxy. The Wolves of Kerensky have claimed this world for their own. What tame dogs defend it?"
  
  "I don't negotiate with pirates," Gunnarsson said. "You may come and be crushed, if you'd like."
  
  In his periphery Sasha saw Oliver raise one eyebrow. It made his face move strangely around the enhanced imaging implants near his right eye.
  
  "We are not pirates," Sasha said firmly. And then, "I find that outcome unlikely, Major. I will see you on the field."
  
  "Yes you will, Commander."
  
  The transmission cut out abruptly.
  
  "I like him," Oliver said.
  
  "Do not get attached. I may have to kill him in a minute."
  
  "You get all the fun," Oliver grumbled. But he clicked the ship's coms on without needing to be asked.
  
  "Prepare for mech combat," Sasha ordered. "We drop immediately."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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intro

cast

battletech

wolf

at the door

time

1100h, morning

date

22nd may, 3050

location

Rán, Free Rasalhague Republic

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the commander

finn dolan

radiant

location

DropShip, MechBay

interactions

Wilhelm

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Viper Actual

Rán was one of the more interesting planets Finn had been on, from a geological perspective. A good 80% of it was ocean, with the land masses being entirely comprised of chains of islands (several, he had been told, were volcanic). The largest island was only slightly larger than Honshu, back on Terra, and something like 60% of its population lived there. The rest lived scattered on smaller islands, working as fishermen, or as deep sea miners or off-shore oil riggers.

But for how few people lived here, and how hard living was, they were mostly well-off--the results of the mines and the oil rigs. Still, though the militia had a handsome fleet of aerospace fighters it had no infantry to speak of, and only two elderly BattleMechs, both in rough shape. No wonder, with the threat of those strange invaders from deep space looming, the major had called for mercenaries.

Rán was also one of the more interesting planets Finn had been on from a tactical perspective. There was no doubt where the invaders would drop--there was only one island large enough, and parts of it were mountainous. They would be forced to drop nearly on top of Ránar-salr, the capital city, and either from the north or west--the south and east were both ocean. And if they had superior numbers it would do them little good in the tight terrain. And Finn's lance would have air support, which would be a fun change. While he had command of his lance and the militia's two Mechs, Major Gunnarsson had command of the entire operation from the vantage point of his Shilone.

There was nothing new to be gained from going over the maps and plans again, but Finn did so anyway in the cramped little office of their DropShip. He hated waiting. It made him nervous.

And then, from the aerospace hangar the DropShip was parked near, came the sound of an alarm.

Feeling almost relieved, Finn abandoned his maps and headed for the MechBay. A cool voice over the coms ordered all personnel to battle stations, but was drowned out by the noise of MechTechs at work as he entered the Bay. Someone was playing Canopian hyperpop at an earsplitting volume, which nearly covered the sounds of Techs shouting and metal clanking on metal. Finn could see his chief Tech, coveralls rolled down around his waist and his shirt, face, and hands all smudged with engine grease, signing furiously at someone from near Finn's Dragon. Marcus always signed with huge movements, sometimes up above his head, and though Finn had missed the first half of the statement caught "--and stop fucking around!" very clearly. Finn grinned and reached for his com as he walked.

"Draugr, have we received orders?"

he asked. He looked around the MechBay once more, checking to see if any of the rest of the lance were here already, or if they needed to be called in.

 

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Matteo "Roach" Lehner
BNC-3M custom, Thunderhead
Leopard class dropship "Nemain" Mechbay 3

The mechbay rumbled slightly as Thunderhead powered on, standing at full height, its arms coming up to its sides, looking like a boxer ready to brawl... Except, in that right fist, there was that imposing hatchet. Matteo felt the sensors come on, input flooding in... He could see a lot of movement, and only just caught Finn running to his dragon, shouting into his comms. Asking if Draugr had news. Matteo came onto comms.

"This is Roach. Thunderhead online, all systems green. Haven't heard any word, but it's definitely time. The second this door is open, we're walking out."

he said, slowly turning his mech towards the exterior hatch, holding his arms close to his chest so as not to damage the retracting support structures, umbilicals, and retreating technicians. He didn't want to wait, and he knew that even once he walked outside, he'd still have some waiting to do. But waiting out there, where he could see what was happening, where his lasers might find the range for a surprise early hit... That would be better. And being the slowest machine the squad owned, Thunderhead needed a little lead time to get out ahead of everyone. Matteo sighed as the doors opened. He wasn't sure if it was Draugr himself who hit the button, or one of the techs. But unless Finn or someone with authority told him that he needed to stay on board, he would step out, Hatchet at the ready, lasers seeking a target... Roach was about to hit the field.​

 

[Jabroni]

Sierra "Mama" Martinez

The Lieutenant
Location: Dropship "Nemain"
Mechbay 2

Martinez entered the gangway wearing her navy blue bodyglove. If looks could kill, she'd drop every last one of the invaders. It's just too bad they'd never to get to feast their eyes on those "assets" as they'd be too busy dealing with her SRMs. With a few saluting gestures and attaboys to the mech techs, she climbed on into the Shadow Hawk. She then proceeded to run a quick diagnostics check. Systems complained of residual damage to the right shoulder structure, which Martinez knew about from the last scrap-up. There wasn't much that could be done on short notice, so the techs flex-sealed it. She'd have to favor her left side this engagement and hope to hell that her lance didn't get flanked out the gate.

She hailed the others, "This is Mama Bear. Ready to send these cabrones packin?" With a flick of a few switches the Shadow's power plant roared to life. Martinez could feel the vibration against metal and it gave her pure comfort. She also knew that with the others by her side, no one stood a chance. Kid, Roach, Draugr...she wasn't so sure about that Duke fella but had no reason to doubt him just now. They needed each other and she'd do everything in her power to see her team through this.

 

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DRAUGR​

Positioned relatively comfortable behind an array of screens, terminals and communications equipment inside the dropship's CIC was none other than Wilhelm. Much like other Leopard-class DropShips the Nemain had its fair share of wear and tear here and there though for Wilhelm it only added character- as well as proof of past achievements.

Indeed, if anyone ever asked him what type of ship he preferred to serve on Wilhelm would always pick the Leopard-class. Though, in hindsight, it might be biased considering his training and past experiences as someone certified to fly the very same type of ship.

His train of thought was interrupted by the passing glare of two service technicians eyeballing him with quite open suspicion though Wilhelm couldn't really tell if it was because he was a newcomer- replacing a previously loved member of the team- or if they had somehow gotten hold of his records.

Raising his chin and staring back at them, Wilhelm was about to open his mouth when the alarm sounded, shattering any thoughts as he re-oriented himself at his station.

"Draugr, have we received orders?"

As Finn's question reached WIlhelm's ears via the headset on his head his eyes were scanning the monitors for relevant information with a current focus being the feed from both long-range and planetary sensors which was, at best, limited.

"Wait one, Kid, I'm going over the feeds right now."

Then, with the tap of a button, he switched channel: "Rán Militia, Rán Militia. This is Nemain Control, requesting confirmation on hostile deployments in the theater, over?"

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