Foster

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

The story continues! Huehuehuehue...

@Aristo

The game is still afoot.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

And just like that, the fight was over, as the opposition made a hasty and surprising retreat. At first it felt like victory, until she remembered this was only a raid, they were the blocking-force, and the Panthers failed to break-through.

Whatever they came for, they at least managed to get their primary objective. This also meant there was a tiny window upon which to take-back what they stole. Scaling a parking-ramp, she overlooked any vehicles still fleeing the destruction. Everyone would need to be questioned, and panicky people were running in all directions when they should be seeking-aid or helping identify the enemy.

Her perch wasn't the best vantage-point, but it covered all traffic headed towards the port-side.

Then, her radio crackled:

"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"

"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.

@DarkStar

It was Sarah, nice to know she was actually paying attention back at the bar to catch her name, and in the hangar to see her prepping YASSIR.

"Already on overwatch. Looks like they're trying to leave with whatever they took amidst the confusion of our little spat. Think we have the manpower to create a few checkpoints?" She keyed-in as she popped a mortar-launched drone and watched the traffic, including a pair of white-vans traveling in-convoy through the construction-yard. The vehicles weren't out of place, the fact they were driving right through a warzone to get to there was.

Koku's quest for entertainment

@KokushiHey, Just wanted to let you know, lifting parts verbatim from my interest check isn't cool (Neither is changing a word or two here or there). This site is for writing and not plagiarizing other people's stuff. If you could fix that, I'd appreciate it very much.

@Blue Demon

Using BB-coded memo-format is not plagiarism. Especially if what is in the interest-check [content] is her actual interests and information.
-No capital-gains are involved so there isn't much of a case to arbitrate.

>compares interest checks just to be sure, fails to see any common plots or interests, post-length and conciseness are co-incidentally kept the same by use of agreeing with the same reasoning.

Koku's quest for entertainment

>Fell asleep in chat, get pinged 100 times.

Most of the themes are so far up my wheelhouse I'm thinking about mounting a searchlight on top.

Leaving the paper-or-plastic decision of modern, retro-future, fantasy, or post terran science fiction.

>clears a slot for RPing after Janruary 11th.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Get Sarah some D5W before she slips into shock. Then prep some packed red blood cells and a plasma-infusion.

If you can slow the bleeding down that'd be lovely.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Gonna will myself to post eventually.

A Heart Frozen (Ebonfort)

The discussions Chartose managed to have with the group's envoy were... pleasant. As she seemed to have a decent amount of concern for everyone's well-being balanced with knowledge of the ground ahead and interest in anything unknown to her kind, which mostly found its way back to something his scream-raptor would do whenever the group was idle.

At the same time, care had to be taken to convince Tricia not to eat the envoy's fjord-horse.

Keeping a fully-grown scream-raptor was a challenge, however; becoming an ever-greater uphill struggle until they came under the well-insulated protective shelter of a thick snow-bound forest-canopy. Despite there being very little light, the ground appeared lush and green, albeit a little soft and swampy. The air, although stale, was surprisingly warm; Tricia would often poke her snout out from under the tarp in an effort to get some fresher air, and to cool-off, but was actually finding it difficult to achieve either.

However, while crossing a refreshingly-cool stream, the mood suddenly turned sour as Rilana ordered everyone to close-ranks and tread carefully. It was even stranger that this order had occurred after fording a stream without incident. The instinct to climb a tree for a better vantage point was strong, but for the time, he simply made-sure Tricia could cast-off her heavy covers should they need to flee up one of the trees.

A Heart Frozen (Ebonfort)

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I'd be happy to either RP this with you in a separate thread (prefer!) or hash it out over PM/Skype. :)

@Drache

For those wondering, opting for PM and then placing whatever we can in the thread wherever or whenever appropriate.

Also wondering about time-progression between start and upon reaching the valley.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

@Foster
I dunno. Imagine a Bradley with a mortar instead of a Bushmaster.

@WilsonTurner

The AMOS still has ammo-racks eating space in the troop-compartment, that was actually a problem with the Bradley itself due to the bulk of the TOW missile package easily reducing the troop capacity officially to 6, and could further reduce the load down to little as 2 dismounts in the recon-variant (M3 Bradley).

This problem is universal to all mobile-gun or fire-support conversions of personnel-carriers, it either significantly reduces its ability to carry passengers inside a combat-zone, or has to do-away with it altogether in order to function at all.

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-An automated grenade launcher would be able to saturate the area quite easily.

*It would also have issues being a problem for a FRAME's armor

This said, mounting a light mortar on the engine-deck of an armored vehicle (in addition to lashing-on ammo-crates) is a thing.

I was assuming it was a battery of frame-mounted mortars acting cooperatively.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Ah shit....

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

@DarkStar

Opposition J started it.

OppositionJ wrote them into Ryder's post

Using an SPG as an APC... is not exactly the best of ideas, since a very large portion of former crew-compartment becomes ammo-rack.

Unless they want to be BMD-1 level of cozy, with a passenger sitting on each of the driver's knees. Or riding on top, of an open-top mortar-pit.
-Seriously cozy crew 2, plus 2 passengers in driver's compartment, and 3 crammed into a pocket-dimension between the engine and fighting-compartment (the valley in the rear-hull is to help them stay low when jumping out the door/hatch located immediately behind turret)

I've seen and heard of people doing sillier things in the name of strategic mobility (and therefore surprise), though