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Scott sat in silence as they descended into the corrosive atmosphere of Venus, prepping his Mobile Suit for the hazardous environment. Being in a moving ship, even seated in a mobile suit, was a familiar feeling. Thoughts began creeping to the forefront of his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder about the plan unfolding in front of him. He found himself following Cathrida Stoker, the one woman most responsible for the limping state of Zern's leadership, thought dead after her disappearance in the wake of Zern's retribution. His mind spun, thinking of the possibilities made his heart race. Even as a Mekon rebel, his future had been a narrow path: bleed Zern with a thousand cuts, eventually dying in battle. From here onwards, my actions will have consequences greater than ever before. The thought sent a chill down his spine.

The mining ship landed, and the rebel band disembarked. The surface of Venus was more inhospitable than he'd imagined, and he was alarmed at the external temperatures his Mobile Suit was reporting. The Faust kept pace with its new comrades as the massive facility came into view, and Scott could only wonder to himself how anyone could manage to have something like this constructed, let alone maintained through their apparent death. His eyes rested squarely on the back of the re-painted Redcoat. What kind of person prepares something like this?. The lift slowed to a stop and the lights illuminated a ship.

It was gargantuan, painted a vibrant red and sported a thrust-to-mass ratio so absurdly high that every crew member would need to be in a crash-couch to avoid killing someone at maximum thrust. He took the momentary silence to look over the Isandlwana, trying to judge just what this thing had under the hood. Subconsciously he noticed Laika exit her suit, and followed suit. Standing on the unfolded hatch of his Faust, his face shaded within his Vacsuit's helmet, Scott traced the ship's unusual lines, only able to guess at each portion's function from this distance. Captain Cathrida returned sooner than expected, and relayed the bad news. "The Zern are on their way, and we are going to need to buy time to get the ship flight-ready." Scott turned and looked at the assembled team, then back to Cathrida's Turncoat.

Scott reached up to the lower rim of his helmet and switch his extenral speaker on. "Exactly how much of the ship's engines are incomplete? If they're properly mounted, that's the grand majority of the work out of the way, and cable checks can be short-changed so long as we have a safe harbor out there." The wheels in his head were turning, and a few ideas sprang to mind. "If you had help navigating here, can we use that as a trap? An Ambush is preferable to outright warfare." Scott's mind spun, forming a short-term plan to get them all out alive. "We could also make use of the Isandlwana's reactors as a surprise radio jammer. They certainly won't be expecting something of this size, and without communication, we will have the advantage." He was suddenly very glad they'd all scavenged weapons before leaving, because his preference for traveling light would have come back to bite him in a protracted battle like the one looming on the horizon. one last question sat at the back of his mind, nagging at him.

"Who do we have to actually complete the engines? It's going to be a two-person task minimum. Pilot and Engineer, and I don't think I've ever been at the helm of something with this much thrust versus mass."





The Faust was already moving again by the time the Tommies had zeroed in on it, their bullets passing through nothing more than the plume of its thruster exhaust. Scott's finger tightened on the trigger before jolting away when a friendly, a bright orange Scutson, barreled out of the smoke-obscured hangar doors; a best case scenario that at least one of his allies was quick-witted enough to make immediate use of an opening. Less expected was the Scutson barreling over the pair of Tommies before perforating one with it's own SMG, and then eviscerating the second with an axe.

In the blink of an eye, the Scutson was pointing it's weapon at the Faust, and the next it was lowered again. A bit jumpy. First timer? Scott's fingers tapped at several controls, the Faust responding by putting it's SMG, still unused, onto it's rack. He checked his readouts as the Faust walked towards the mangled pile of Zern Mobile Suits, and then thumbed the switch for his radio.

"If you are willing to attack the Zern, we are allies. If you dream of a free, green Venus? Then we are friends." He let the message sink in for a moment before the Faust knelt down by one of the wrecks. The tool ring on it's arm rotated it's VSL into position and quickly and deftly cut the Mills Bomb rack from the Tommy's leg, the other hand hefting it's prize. "I was informed of a change in plans and had to make my way here instead of waiting in ambush. Luckily, the Rabble Rouser drew attention away from my own approach. Can't fault the Crusher improvising new plans in a situation like this." The Faust had already moved on to the other Tommy, hefting both pilfered bomb racks in the left hand while snatching up the nearby Heckler in its right before standing, it's sensor-head swiveling to look at Laika's Scutson before reversing to survey the now-silent battlefield.

"Stolen Zern guns are valuable in more ways than one, so we should help ourselves to whatever is left. Crusher, is that longarm rifle still in one piece?" The Faust plodded towards the hangar, pilfered equipment jostling in-hand. Passing through the hangar doors, he put the wall between himself and the interior of the Habitat before setting to inspecting his looted gear. "I would also appreciate a rough outline of what the plan is. We will have stirred up the Zern by taking over this hangar, so what's the next step?" His eyes traced the lines of the Heckler's receiver, looking for anything beyond superficial scuffs or dents.





Scott approached the hangar in silence, and he was thankful for it. If the Zern weren't already attacking, he'd be approaching from behind and be able to ambush their breach into the hangar. He glanced between his screens and the map on his HUD, tracking his position on the Hab's streets as he closed in on the North hangar, but was alarmed as he heard the screech of rending metal and the rumble of weapons fire. They were breaching-

"I'm taking out the sniper outside. Once he's down you should be free to go nuts"

The sound of a building collapsing filled the air and shook the floor as "Crusher" turned an industrial building into a parking lot. Scott chastised himself for failing to think about surveillance from vantage points as he diverted into an alleyway. If He'd just bolted out into the open like a fool, or opened fire without checking first he'd likely have been shot by the sniper no doubt currently being pulverized by a Scutson with a very large hammer. His new route would exit onto a street with an angled view of the hangar and it's surroundings. If they were breaching, they'd have their backs turned.

He keyed his radio as he ignited his thrusters, blasting out of the eastern alleyway and into view. "Three Toms running for the front door. Grenade out." He slid to a near stop as he drew a grenade before being jostled against the building across the street. He primed it and threw it at the feet of the charging Tommies. The grenade went wide and exploded far enough away to simply knock two over, while the third caught the brunt of the explosion and collapsed on a failing leg servo and a newly missing arm. Scott pushed his Faust back into cover and drew its Copperhead. "Rubble, that sniper is dead, right?"








@Phoenix347It says Invite Invalid. I tried the link dropped a few months ago, but even permanent discord links seem to expire.
Still open to new arrivals, or did I miss the train on this one? I suspect I have at least a decent character concept.
Definitely interested, if there's still room.

Would probably make a Pilot/Sensor Technician. Probably someone high-strung and anxious. Considering all the people saying they'll play Humans, I sorta feel obligated to drag along an alien instead, but I have no idea what kind I should even aim for here, so input welcome.
@Ollumhammersong

I'm interested in BattleTech, but you laid out a scenario in which the players are foot soldiers with no vehicles or BA and will still have to at some point fight an enemy Mech. It's less of an uphill battle and more a sheer cliff, and we've already confirmed no one has jumpjets.

Even if it was just light armor assets it'd be interesting, but no vehicles was made clear in the interest check.
Infantry? As in Battle Armor infantry, or "hey watch me die to a single SRM-2 salvo" Infantry?

I'm interested in Battletech, but the absolute bottom rung is kinda pushing it. If it's legit the bottom of the barrel, here's hoping we at least get to ride a Demolisher before everyone is killed by a Firemoth (Fight me Freebirth.)
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