Foster

The Three Kings (High Casual)

>Roleplayer sense, tingling

>Senses the bar will very quickly turn into a hub for shenanigans.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

Since Darkstar's mech lost its head...

Would Kat be willing to host a ride-along on the next mission, even if it's Sarah?

@Dark Light@DarkStar

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Adrian continued checking the place out, but leaving the bedroom alone as he went to check the unpowered fridge, finding little more than a half-eaten jar of pickled herring, crackers, and spam. He frowned as he shut the door and continued going over what this person did and did not have, wondering if he'd even have to provide her with new clothes if she showed-up to work smelling a tad rank.

As he opened the closet, the first thing he saw was a rather large sniper-rifle, which didn't totally bother him since even he kept a shotgun on his property, knives too... but as his eyes adjusted well enough to see her clothes, his jaw slightly opened in surprise to find her old test-subject uniform.

Within moments of him opening the door, it was forced closed with a surprising amount of force and Joslyn was standing there staring at him. In her mind she only had two options, kill him or make sure he never talked about what he had seen. "You shouldn't have opened that door," she said, the barrel of her PMR-30 pressing into his torso as she kept her body relatively close to his, "I really wish you hadn't because now I'm left with either one of two choices, I'm either going to have to kill you, or I am going to have to find it in myself to believe you won't say a word of what you saw to anyone." With her sunglasses off, Adrian was able to see exactly how serious she was, as long as he didn't get too side tracked by the fact that her eyes were mismatched.

Even with the dull piece of metal pressed into his chest, Joslyn's proximity as she herself was pressed up against him as she gave the ultimatum; he didn't exactly feel as though he was in any immediate danger of being shot. She had the gun the whole time, and probably could've shot him from across the room... no, she was still looking for an excuse to let him live.

So he gave her one.

"Orrrr, you could just follow me around until you do trust me, Josh. If you were found-out we'd be the first to know, better than waking-up to an entry-team in the middle of a night." He replied, suddenly realizing that she was so close to him not to try making a threatening face, but to better conceal the noise of a gunshot. At this realization, he began to wonder if he could try disarming her, she was no killer, after-all...

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

And for the second questions; most identification is done visually; just as armor crews and pilots in militaries are trained to identify vehicle silhouettes, FRAME pilots are as well. A radar might show a FRAME-sized blip, but to understand what model it is, and what sort of armaments it has, the pilot ought to get a true visual. Once he does, however, that info can be relayed to other teammates and inputted into his databank for reference.

@Aristo

BTW, it IS possible, with training, to determine what sort of movements the radar-contact is making, purely on their Doppler-shift.

-As the contact likely sounds like a very big clunky person, training to determine walking, running, crawling, and sprinting between cover are actually things people are trained to do, even if the radar-contact is brief they will have a rough idea of their pace, tempo, and wariness.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

-I was distracted by several peoples in various chats.

Dun't judge meh.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

>Writes post

>Gets ninja's by Aristro by four hours

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

Marlene's old Handou was still keeping-up with the group, helped in no small part by how Cecilia performed the advance to contact so much by the numbers that a person could have probably walked to the objective on foot faster than they had.

Lack of sophisticated comms meant she had to 'escort' one of the more advanced Zarugas, which was performing at a bit of a limp after large chunks of shrapnel had torn through it on that first mission she was with the panthers for. With little more than an unseen nod, Marlene activated her own visual camo short after Kat, and picked-out a good kneeling position stacked-up against a wall to put her 30mm cannon to use, her leg-mounted mortar loaded with smoke and flares just in case audio-only distractions weren't enough.

Marlene shook her head a bit at the boisterous and unprofessional lingo her assigned 'battle-buddy' was using. Everyone knew she was a decent shot and knew how to work a FRAME... but sometimes she just felt like muting her comms so she wouldn't have to hear her bastardize another 9-line call for a fire-mission. Due to the short distances involved this time, her eyes quickly went back to Mr B; if something bad happened, she was going to act before they called for her aid.

As if on cue, she glimpsed a large spark and a shower of metal come off of B's 'face' as a mook managed to get a good fix on her. At that, she unleashed a small torrent of 30mm shells to keep them from swarming Sarah's cover like they did to Kat last time... followed by a quick volley of flares and smoke to help break contact long enough for her to rush over to Sarah's position and give her frame a physical reference to go by in the event her mech just went blind.

Stacked-up behind Bubbles, Yassir put an hand on the shoulder of Sarah's frame as she did a quick visual diagnostic to make sure she wasn't leaking anything vital and that the inevitable "I'm okay" she'd get from Sarah wasn't a dirty lie, just like it was last time.

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Joy is nocturnal.

@Massasauga

AKA: Everyone is waiting on Foster to post, again.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

You would have to blast that fucker for minutes upon minutes to get the desired result.

@Massasauga

20 minutes is the cook-off time of a mk 82 bomb, iirc.

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EDIT: Actually, we know who the fifth person is now, looking at the character sheets section. That sounds like a big, scary gun.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

Mind if I hop in?

@Nevix

Send your CS to Aristo