DarkStar

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Might I throw my hat into the ring?

Looks interesting.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Sarah had gratefully taken Cecilias' handou helping "hand". Shit Mr. Bubbles was trashed. Trashed beyond redemption actually and she knew it. Some powerful cognitive dissonance on her part however was what allowed her not to bust an ovary. She would have quite happily completely ignored her orders and ran to back up Richard in Cradle, however she felt quite woozy and drained of energy. Which was strange for her, very strange. Somewhat out of character for Sarah, Cecilias' orders hadn't been responded to with a sarcastic, angry or crude gesture or speech. But a simple disquieting,"Yes mam" before she stumbled backwards. Her CO having already moved back to continue giving orders and coverfire. Sarah fell back to the wall and slid down slowly. Sarah's tactical awareness was somewhat off she would admit, well, it was always near absent, though this, having completely missed the fact that there was actually quite a large piece of Mr. B deep into her side, real deep. Had to take the Darwin award hands down. She shivered some before her hand felt warm as she brought it to her side. Looking down to see a piece of the console had indeed lodged itself into her. "Ah..." She said softly to herself as she tried to centre her thoughts. What was the tactical situation right now? In typical Osbanian style of thought it brought her to the conclusion to say nothing. The objective had not been reached. Sarah thought to herself then commed Ms. Abdeldaker."Miss Marlene, I think...that Miss Cecilia could use some Sniper cover.. Can you reposition yourself? I really wouldn't mind it either right now. Kind of...feeling naked"

The adrenaline of fighting had started to wane. My god the pain was amazing. Probably more so than anything she had felt before, even the experiments that destroyed her eyes and ears. She didn't know how long had passed between then and suddenly hearing the the deafening silence following the battles end."Panthers do you copy!, For Osbania! For The Chairman! FOR THE MOTHERLAND!", her plants buzzed in her ears and she closed her eyes. Hearing Cecilia respond she knew a somewhat tentative all clear was sounded. She looked down and saw that their was a pretty impressive pool gathering around her. "Sorr..y Miss, Richard..I don't think...that was the case...", she gave a soft wince between gasps for air. Every breath was like being stabbed. "I..think...an I tol..d you..so Is in or..d...", sarah let out a cry. For all it seemed Sarah was actually quite the soft person. It didn't really take much to overwhelm her body, Like a crystal it would crack in the perfect circumstances.

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Two things for shits and giggles.

1. Please tell me that the Mech about to blow contains Ryder.
2. I think people gonna be a bit 'spicious bout a OSU woman whom just so happens to still have neural links to the motherland :D

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Awe boooo!

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Yeah. That was written into Cannon by Opposition J. Just rode with it. The operation time thing comes from the fact she had to bypass regulators and stabilisers to get him running.

I said mortars because that's what they seemed to describe. Dumb non tracking weapons.

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Ah shit....

I seem to just be fucking up your story. :/

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Sarahs' brain seemed to shut down. It was rather strange sometimes. It was like being disconnected from reality. Almost floating within your body. It had been like that since that shot had barely missed her and it took her quite the time to mouth the words. "Thanks Miss Marlene", as it came over the radio. Static killing her ears. She continued to provide covering fire to aid whatever her CO planned to do. Her Mechanoid was not happy in the slightest with the severe jerryrigging she had done to get him battle capable. "Copy that! Mi.....", Sarahs radio turned to heavy static and Mr. B was beginning to glitch out hard, she had some pretty epic soundproofing, what she didn't realise however is that shrapnel from that explosion had pretty much destroyed her reciever, she could speak but not listen. Not like it's any different mind, it's just that now she has an excuse. "CO....I S...Y ...GGGAIN....RAD....WILLCO!", she pulled back slightly in the alley way, signalled for covering fire to move off to with her mechs hands for cover and then zoomed over to her commanding officer. Following her back around the corner. "Mi....cor........go..th...ma....CONTA...", She had been unsuccessful in holding the cover for Ceceila to move up. Well. A bit worse than that. Sarah had the unfortunate luck to have been behind Cecilia in such a way that as she dived for cover she took the brunt of the autocannon fire. A stray shot broke the mounting for her right wheel. Causing the mech to spin out as it couldn't decelerate in time. It was quite amusing for Sarah as she fell. Operating time remaining, four minutes He just had to remind her. Well. At least she had served as said distraction. She felt a little weird, that was something pretty new to her, she never got caught out like this. At least Miss. Lang finally had the ability to call her on her bullshit. Had her coms not been nearly fried she would have been able to communicate properly.

Another round hit into the joint of her leg, Falling to the floor as stuttered cursing could be heard in the radio. Sarah was a skilled pilot, but nothing could help her right now. In her head she was going over the probabilities which were negatively multiplying as Mr.B's left leg was hurting him. Well. More like nearly non functional. She forced the machine onto it's front and let loose the AT warhead she had been saving towards the machine still firing at Ryder. This is the reason why she didn't like reactive armour. It is real good at dispersing energy. For one shot, then becomes paper Mache. Using her prone position to fire her autocannon into the closest mech to her. The information Mr.B was currently feeding Ms. Cecilia;s tactical layout was currently giving her some pretty flashing lights next to his name. As Sarah was pretty screwed. She could either stop firing and crawl back to relative safety. Or keep firing and possibly blow up. She chose the former. She was pretty sure she had done some damage and began to crawl away from the scene as she was pretty exposed. Two rounds hit right next to her, disabling his main armament. Any hopes of her being able to repair the damage mid battle was shattered with that. His main gun gone she was pretty much a liability in this thing. She would have to go on foot. Maybe she could continue the battle in Cradles headquarters, make sure that Richard was alright. T'was kinda more important than this whole débâcle over what they stole. She managed to get around the corner before Mr.B shut down completely. She popped the hatch and spoke loud and clear on frequency over her plants. "Miss Cecilia. He's dead. I still have the majority of my mortars, I can fire on a designated target before moving off. I wish to make my way to the Cradle building, I have my PDW and some thermal grenades, either way I'm out this fight"

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Where did we say the mechs now mortaring foster were again?

P.S working on my post now. SHould be up tonight.

Aristo. Please advise. :D

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My post will be up either tomorrow or on friday.

Exam tommorrow and the day after that.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Ok I am whereever foster believes I am....

Cause' he has more of a handle on this.