”DTG” wrote:
1 July 3026
0900 hrs
Summer; 85 F
Clear
The intervening months have been anything but pleasant. Recovery and Physical Therapy have helped with the physical wounds, but the mental wounds of that day will stay with the ground team for a while to come.
Those on the Ford team handle the news of the loss of a teammate differently. Regrets and second guessing plague Sigma as they are grounded during the investigation.
A large memorial is held on the 20th of February to commemorate the fallen. The event spans the entire day. People and loved ones share their experiences of the departed. The gathering after the memorial is anything but morbid. Everyone, especially MechWarriors, know how to throw a party. The celebration of the departed’s achievements in battle and the celebration of not being counted among their number carries everyone through the night.
Over the next month Sigma comes to receive a share of the profits from the battle of Ford. Sigma receives 250,000 c-bills from the negotiations for the return of Grey Hounds Merc Co personnel. Additionally Sigma is awarded a locust, centurion, and enforcer from the battle. Additionally Sigma is given the Pegasus Scout vehicle as a permanent addition. Over the coming months they are repaired to stock configurations and are owned by Sigma. The DDF are also sending V and Zoe to Sigma with their aerospace fighters. This brings the total mech’s owned by Sigma to 9 mechs, 2 aerospace fighters, and one ground vehicle. Due to your stock of mech’s the DDF will no longer provide DDF mechs, aircraft, or ground vehicles for missions.
Zoe is quite frustrated as the acquisition of information moves at a snail's pace. It takes much longer for people to track down the information she seeks. However it does eventually get to her. But what she finds is that there is very limited information in general. She’s only able to obtain the following information:
If you get stuck Roll 8 investigation checks Hints will be provided based on the rolls.
Intel Doc 1 wrote:Executive Summary: Records of flight traffic on 5 February 3026.
Summary: DDF Flight control logged 47 flights on the day in question. No flights were excluded from the list.
Intel Doc 2 wrote:Executive Summary: Identification of Deceased Intruders at Sigma Housing Unit
Summary: Findings:
Individuals were not registered with Detroit customs.
Individuals were registered as citizens of the Capellan Confederation and maintained a good standing in the Capellan Confederation.
Individuals were not acknowledged by the Capellan Government as members of its armed forces.
COMSTAR records indicate large discrepancies in history, travel, and communication requests.
COMSTAR records indicate the individuals regularly communicated with Sian, the Capellan home world.
Intel Doc 3 wrote:Executive Summary: Communication Logs for Sigma
Summary: Outside of official communications, no members of Sigma have attempted off world communication during their employment with the DDF.
No derogatory information was located on the members of Sigma.
Intel Doc 4 wrote:Executive summary: CCTV from the Lance Housing Area
Summary: All Lance Housing CCTV was disabled during the incident. CCTV was disabled by DDF security manager Staff Sergeant Carl Hogan. StaffSergent Hogan’s current whereabouts are unknown.
Staff Sergeant Hogan had no known prior affiliation with pirates or the Capellan Confederation.
Staff Sergeant Hogan was born and raised on Lyerton. Moved to Detroit 12 years ago and enlisted in the DDF upon arrival to Detroit.
Frost finds himself seeing the members of Sigma regularly as they are primarily around due to their grounded status. However one day as he returns to his quarters two letters are waiting for him. He rarely gets mail.
Letter wrote:
Hey Peanut!
You should have done a better job of hiding yourself. I hope you’re looking over your shoulder now and for the rest of your days. I hope you live with the fear that it might be your last and that it will be by my hand at a time that I chose. I hope you sleep well knowing that I will choose how many more days you have left in this existence.
Sweet dreams!
The letter is signed with the image of a Peanut.
The second letter is informing Frost that he is to report to Sigma lance to help bolster their fighting strength. Frost grabs his gear and heads to the Sigma housing unit.
Sigma, finally back together as a team, are enjoying breakfast when there is a knock at the door.
(Active effects: Compulsion/Stubborn, Fit, Good Vision)
The razor passes under the open tap, sending a glob of shaving cream swirling down the drain in a death spiral. Jackson rinses his face and dries it with a hand towel. He runs a hand over his face and nods, seemingly content with his handiwork. The last few couple months had been a roller coaster of emotions. He'd hit rock bottom after Ford despite the DDF victory. Losing friends and seeing death on such a large scale had wreaked havoc on his psyche, but somehow in the last few weeks, he'd managed to pull it together.
Part of it was seeing Margret and Liang pulling through. He’d only suffered a mild concussion whereas those two had had a brush with death. And JC… JC had paid the ultimate price. So what excuse did he have for moping around after what his friends had gone through?
Now he was training again in the simulator and had even spent the last few days in the mech bay with the techs, getting the Crab back into fighting shape.
Jackson takes a long, hard look at himself in the mirror.
It’s time to get back in the saddle, cowboy. Those pirates who took Liang’s kid’re still out there, and you ain’t gettin’ paid t’ sit ‘round on your laurels all day.
He shuts of the water and taps the razor on the side of the sink a couple times before getting dressed and heading into the common room for breakfast.
Jackson closes his eyes and takes a long sniff. “Hoo-ee. Whatcha cookin’ there, Marge? Smells mighty damn fine.”
He serves himself a plate and sits down at the table.
Margret, as is normal had been up hours by the time anything really starts happening and since done whatever physical exercise her leg allowed this morning. Breathing during the exercise has definitely improved over time.
She's half asleep in a chair on the couch held up by her cane when she hears Jackson and lifts her head, "Yesterday's rice, bells, serranos, and sliced pork."
"Has anyone heard about our copies of the maintenance manuals of the new mechs or does someone have to actually go to the hangar again?" She turns her head in Jackson's direction. "We still need to look at getting everyone a gun." She also says, unaware more faces are soon to show up on the Lance roster.
Zoe sleeps poorly that night and awakens very early. So early in fact that the pre-dawn light filters through the reinforced windows of her room. There she sits with a steaming mug of caffeine, and her eyes are fixed on her electronic notebook. It glows softly in the dim light, and onscreen she reads over all the material the DDF executive have sent her.
Many possibilities, but what do we know about the attackers? She flicks one of several files she just received from the DFF executive; Identification of Deceased Intruders at Sigma Housing Unit.
Individuals were not registered with Detroit customs.
Individuals were registered as citizens of the Capellan Confederation and maintained a good standing in the Capellan Confederation.
Individuals were not acknowledged by the Capellan Government as members of its armed forces.
COMSTAR records indicate large discrepancies in history, travel, and communication requests.
COMSTAR records indicate the individuals regularly communicated with Sian, the Capellan home world.
"Capellans. Not necessarily sanctioned. Perhaps pirates or another kind of freelancer." Zoe murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. "Ann Arbor, that's where it all happened."
She examines the flight log of everything coming to that city that day.
0421 - Bellicose - Transport - Mining Team - Registration: Majesty Metals - Dest: Ann Arbor
"Two early flights. Which of you is the right one?" Her analytical mind immediately scans the flight log of ships heading towards mining interests concerning Majesty Metals.
1502 - Kite 90 - Transport - Raw Materials - Registration: Capellan Confederation - Dest: Majesty Metals Site 4
1602 - Kite 26557 - Transport - Raw Materials - Registration: Capellan Confederation - Dest: Majesty Metals Site 4
"Got you," she murmurs. Majesty Metals only seems to have Capellan registered visitors. There's the connection to the attackers.
She traces a finger across the log, highlighting the 0421 entry. Bellicose. Registered to Majesty Metals, but behind this façade are Capellan interests. Destination Ann Arbor. A mining team, they said. But it was the intruders arriving I would guess.
Her gaze drifts to the 1426 entry, the Bellicose again.
1426 - Bellicose - Medical transport - Registration: Majesty Metals - Dest: Jump Point
Medical transport heading to a Jump Point, and from Ann Arbor. That's where they escaped again with... Her eyes widen, and she suddenly remembers something. "Oh no!"
I saw it!
She remembers the day of the Battle of Ford, when she and V were delayed in landing back in Ann Arbor because of a medical flight; The Bellicose.
Sum of All Fears wrote: ↑Tue Dec 03, 2024 9:37 am
V and Zoe both land their craft back at the airfield. The squeak and shudder of the landing gear touching back down jolts both pilots out of the relative freedom of travel by air. Time to be stuck back on the ground. As they taxi to their respective hangers both are told to hold by control, ”Red Wings, hold position on the taxiway. We have medical transport with an urgent departure. Please stand by.” Both of them can see a medical transport being loaded with a small black haired patient on a stretcher. The medical personnel make their way onto the ship with the patient and after a few moments the transport backs out and loops around to the runway. ”Bellicose you’re cleared for take off. May Blake be with you.”
They had Liang's daughter and they took her out in the stretcher. It happened right in front of our eyes, but I didn't even know anything about the kidnapping at the time. V's Room
She politely knocks on V's door at a more respectable time later that morning. If he answers, she goes over her findings with him in private.
"When we flew back to base, remember the medical transport the Bellicose? There was a small black haired patient on a stretcher. That was Liang's daughter, kidnapped, and then gone to the jump point. They used the 0421 flight to insert the kill team, and the 1426 flight to extract the child."
She pauses, taking a slow breath. "The DDF, in their rush to deal with the aftermath of Ford, never suspected a thing. They were too busy looking outward to see the enemy within. Look at this, the Bellicose is registered to Majesty Metals, they have a mining site here that is exclusively used by Capellan registered vessels."
She flicks to another file. "Any guess what backgrounds the kill team had that took Liang's daughter?" She pauses a moment. "Capellans. But not sanctioned according to these Comstar records. Maybe freelancers, I do not know."
"So, Majesty Metals is our target," she concludes, her voice low and steady. "We need to find out everything we can about them. Their operations, their connections, their personnel. The mining site they have right here. Someone there may be pulling the strings, or they may just be using them while they are unaware."
"And the Jump Point," Zoe adds, her eyes narrowing. "We need to trace the Bellicose's jump. Find out where they took Liang's daughter."
"And we need to talk to Liang and why her daughter specifically? She must be connected with these Capellans, not as one of this group.. at least not anymore. Whatever the history she must be considered enough of a threat to take her daughter."
She closes her eyes, meticulously visualizing the timeline, the flights, the facts she knows. She talks with V while waiting for the rest of Sigma lance to file in for breakfast.
She also writes an
Subject: Urgent Information Regarding Sigma Lance Kidnapping and Ann Arbor Intruder Incident
Captain Fisher,
Following my ongoing investigation into the attack on Sigma Lance at Ann Arbor and the subsequent kidnapping of Liang's daughter, I have uncovered several critical pieces of information that I believe warrant immediate attention.
My analysis of flight logs and other relevant data indicates a strong connection between these events and the actions of Majesty Metals. Specifically:
Infiltration: The flight registered as "Bellicose" (0421 hrs, Ann Arbor destination), a transport belonging to Majesty Metals, was likely used to insert the kill team responsible for the attack on Sigma Lance.
Extraction: The same vessel, "Bellicose" (1426 hrs, Jump Point destination), was observed departing shortly after the Ford incident and the kidnapping, carrying a small, black-haired patient consistent with the description of Liang's daughter. This strongly suggests the Bellicose was used to extract the kidnapped child.
Capellan Connection: I remind you that the reports forwarded to me state the attackers at the barracks have strong ties to the Capellan Confederation. This, combined with the presence of Capellan-registered flights heading to Majesty Metals Site 4, indicates a potential coordinated operation.
Majesty Metals Involvement: The repeated use of Majesty Metals vessels for both the infiltration and extraction strongly implicates the company in these events.
I believe Majesty Metals is a key player in this conspiracy. I recommend the following immediate actions:
Initiate a full investigation into Majesty Metals, their operations, and personnel.
Trace the Bellicose's jump from the Jump Point to determine its destination.
Investigate Majesty Metals Site 4, with a focus on any Capellan activity.
I understand this is a sensitive matter, and I am prepared to provide further details and assist in any way possible.
Respectfully,
Zoe
Pilot, Sigma Lance
to CPT Fisher.
Breakfast
Jackson Cooper wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 10:19 am
Jackson closes his eyes and takes a long sniff. “Hoo-ee. Whatcha cookin’ there, Marge? Smells mighty damn fine.”
He serves himself a plate and sits down at the table.
Margret Smolders wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 10:14 pm
She's half asleep in a chair on the couch held up by her cane when she hears Jackson and lifts her head, "Yesterday's rice, bells, serranos, and sliced pork."
"Has anyone heard about our copies of the maintenance manuals of the new mechs or does someone have to actually go to the hangar again?" She turns her head in Jackson's direction. "We still need to look at getting everyone a gun." She also says, unaware more faces are soon to show up on the Lance roster.
Zoe enters the mess hall, her movements fluid and purposeful as one who has already been awake for hours. She scans the room, and her gaze lingers on Jackson and Margret, who appear to be in conversation. She nods in their direction, acknowledging their presence.
Her eyes, however, continue to scan the room, searching for Liang. Liang .. nowhere to be seen yet. A flicker of concern crosses Zoe's face. She had hoped to speak with Liang privately, to gauge her knowledge of the current situation.
Change of plan. She thinks. Zoe approaches Margret's table, her expression neutral, but her posture polite. "Excuse me," she says in a calm and clear voice. "Is this seat taken?" She gestures to the empty chairs beside Margret.
Bluto groans, and his eyes flutter open. He blinks, trying to focus. The world is often a blur, and his head throbs with a dull ache, but he can't imagine any other life. He's happy this way. And so he pushes himself up, only to discover he is under one of the mess hall tables.
*THUNK*
"Ow!"
How did I get here? he wonders, but few remaining and beleaguered brain cells cannot locate the memory. He crawls out, brushing off the bits of confetti that clings to his clothes. No one seems to have noticed his impromptu slumber, which is a small victory in itself.
He finds his half-smoked cigar on the floor near the table, and relights it with a satisfied puff, and begins his usual morning stretches, a series of groans and cracks disturb breakfast goers in the mess hall. He sniffs the air, and a mixture of stale beer and cigar smoke clings to him. No time for showers, he thinks, gotta get some breakfast.
He sees Margret with Zoe and Jackson around also. His face lines up and he saunters over to sit with them.
"Hey Margret, Jackson, Zoe. What're we eatin?" He looks around the table while patting his pockets, still trying to piece together the remnants of the previous night. In one pocket he finds a crumpled napkin with a phone number scribbled on it with lipstick – a number he doesn't recognise.
He looks at Zoe and Margret in turn, "This your number? Or yours?" He winks outrageously.
He looks at Jackson with wide eyes. "It's not yours is it?!"
If V is with Zoe, he blinks at him also. "Or you?!" He laughs loud enough for everyone in the mess hall to hear.
Bluto blinks, and notices a "VIP" wristband still attached to his wrist. He stares at it, and a puzzled frown creases his brow. What in the…
"Must have been a hell of a night." He laughs.
Bluto doesn't really remember meeting Vincent before. If he did, the booze has wiped the memory. He extends a meaty hand and offers a shake. "Sir John Blutanski at your service. Folks call me Bluto. We should hang out, then at least someone will remember what happens at night."
"Pretty sure not." She answers when Zoe approaches to join her. "Whyyy?"
That's where he was. She thinks, hearing the tell tale sign Bluto isn't too far away and looks in that direction in turn.
"Well I got rice." She answers the first and is both humored and mildly flattered by the next part. "Well I know I didn't give you mine and never really been in to guys, so there's that." And smirks wildly to the suggestion it was Jackson's number.
Margret Smolders wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 11:46 pm"Well I got rice." She answers the first and is both humored and mildly flattered by the next part. "Well I know I didn't give you mine and never really been in to guys, so there's that." And smirks wildly to the suggestion it was Jackson's number.
"Knowing you, it probably was."
"Rice? You call that breakfast? Where's the meat? Where's the flavour?" He shakes his head. "That stuff will kill ya."
"This is the DDF. We run on the four official food groups that guarantees a kick ass unit.
One. A mountain of greasy fried food: Eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns – the works.
Two. A thick, juicy steak: Maybe even a couple of them.
Three. A stack of pancakes or waffles: Drenched in syrup and topped with whipped cream.
Four. A large mug of strong, black coffee: With a double shot of whiskey to kick-start the system.
Can't argue with regulations!"
With a wicked grin, he proceeds to load a plate with whatever he can find of these food groups.
Bluto wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 11:28 pmHe looks around the table while patting his pockets, still trying to piece together the remnants of the previous night. In one pocket he finds a crumpled napkin with a phone number scribbled on it with lipstick – a number he doesn't recognise.
He looks at Zoe and Margret in turn, "This your number? Or yours?" He winks outrageously.
Margret Smolders wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 11:46 pmShe answers the first and is both humored and mildly flattered by the next part. "Well I know I didn't give you mine and never really been in to guys, so there's that."
Zoe's expression remains neutral, but a hint of something akin to clinical curiosity flickers in her eyes. "Definitely not mine," she states firmly. "I tend to favor men with regular hygienic practices."
"However, I could cross-reference that number against the barracks directory and any known establishments of... questionable repute in the vicinity. Or, you could simply dial the number and resolve the mystery yourself." She pauses, a slight, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. "The choice is yours."
Margret Smolders wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 11:46 pm"Well I got rice." She answers the first and is both humored and mildly flattered by the next part. "Well I know I didn't give you mine and never really been in to guys, so there's that." And smirks wildly to the suggestion it was Jackson's number.
"Knowing you, it probably was."
"Rice? You call that breakfast? Where's the meat? Where's the flavour?" He shakes his head. "That stuff will kill ya."
"This is the DDF. We run on the four official food groups that guarantees a kick ass unit.
One. A mountain of greasy fried food: Eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns – the works.
Two. A thick, juicy steak: Maybe even a couple of them.
Three. A stack of pancakes or waffles: Drenched in syrup and topped with whipped cream.
Four. A large mug of strong, black coffee: With a double shot of whiskey to kick-start the system.
Can't argue with regulations!"
With a wicked grin, he proceeds to load a plate with whatever he can find of these food groups.
Zoe watches Bluto's words and actions with a mixture of bewilderment and thinly veiled disapproval. How can a man such as this have such phenomenal scores at the simulators? He is a slob, or a genius. Insane? Broken? Or is this an elaborate act of some kind? As he piles his plate high with greasy, sugary fare and rants about the "four official food groups," she raises an eyebrow and takes the bait.
"Regulations?" she asks. "I'm afraid I haven't encountered that particular directive in any of the official DDF manuals. Perhaps you could point me to the relevant section?"
She pauses, then continues, her tone shifting slightly. "While I understand the appeal of such a... robust breakfast, I feel it's my duty to point out the potential health consequences. A diet consistently high in saturated fats, cholesterol, and refined sugars is statistically correlated with increased risks of cardiovascular disease, hypertension, and type 2 diabetes. The rapid intake of simple carbohydrates can also lead to energy spikes followed by crashes, potentially impairing cognitive function and reaction times."
Not that it affected his performance in the simulator challenge. Who is this man?
"Where did you get your training Bluto? You record in the simulators is impressive."
She remembers something he said to V.
Bluto wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 11:28 pmBluto doesn't really remember meeting Vincent before. If he did, the booze has wiped the memory. He extends a meaty hand and offers a shake. "Sir John Blutanski at your service. Folks call me Bluto. We should hang out, then at least someone will remember what happens at night."
Sir? He was knighted? By whom? I will ask later. Presuming he does not die from a heart attack before I get to it.
Dr. Zoe Kyaku wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 1:42 am
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Bluto wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 11:28 pmHe looks around the table while patting his pockets, still trying to piece together the remnants of the previous night. In one pocket he finds a crumpled napkin with a phone number scribbled on it with lipstick – a number he doesn't recognise.
He looks at Zoe and Margret in turn, "This your number? Or yours?" He winks outrageously.
Margret Smolders wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 11:46 pmShe answers the first and is both humored and mildly flattered by the next part. "Well I know I didn't give you mine and never really been in to guys, so there's that."
Zoe's expression remains neutral, but a hint of something akin to clinical curiosity flickers in her eyes. "Definitely not mine," she states firmly. "I tend to favor men with regular hygienic practices."
Bluto's eyes widen. What starts as a deep chuckle quickly escalates into a full-blown guffaw, and his shoulders shake and tears well up in his eyes. He slaps the table, the sound punctuating his laughter. "Hygienic practices!" he wheezes, wiping a tear from his eye. "That's a good one, Zoe! And Margret, well, I love the honesty!"
He grins, still chuckling, and waves the crumpled napkin in the air. "You two just aren't ready for what Bluto's got," he declares, his voice playful. "But someone is. Maybe I'll give this number a call. See what kind of trouble I can get into."
Bluto wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 12:07 am"This is the DDF. We run on the four official food groups that guarantees a kick ass unit.
One. A mountain of greasy fried food: Eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns – the works.
Two. A thick, juicy steak: Maybe even a couple of them.
Three. A stack of pancakes or waffles: Drenched in syrup and topped with whipped cream.
Four. A large mug of strong, black coffee: With a double shot of whiskey to kick-start the system.
Can't argue with regulations!"
With a wicked grin, he proceeds to load a plate with whatever he can find of these food groups.
Zoe watches Bluto's words and actions with a mixture of bewilderment and thinly veiled disapproval. ...
"Regulations?" she asks. "I'm afraid I haven't encountered that particular directive in any of the official DDF manuals. Perhaps you could point me to the relevant section?"
She pauses, then continues, her tone shifting slightly. "While I understand the appeal of such a... robust breakfast, I feel it's my duty to point out the potential health consequences. A diet consistently high in saturated fats, cholesterol, and refined sugars is statistically correlated with increased risks of cardiovascular disease, hypertension, and type 2 diabetes. The rapid intake of simple carbohydrates can also lead to energy spikes followed by crashes, potentially impairing cognitive function and reaction times."
Bluto stops cold and hesitates, realising Zoe is completely serious. She's a thinker, this one, and she thinks way too much! She needs half a bottle of scotch fast.
"Err, somewhere in the back," he replies lamely, scratching his head.
"And yeah, the grease are heart cloggers for sure. That's why you gotta have Group Four! Strong coffee and whiskey will clear out your arteries like that story about… about… what was it? That time… yeah! That time Moses cleaned out the… the Agean stables! Yeah, that's it! He just, like, raised his fingers and said the magic words, and boom! Clean as a whistle! Just like whiskey and coffee, I tell ya!"
Dr. Zoe Kyaku wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 1:42 am"Where did you get your training Bluto? You record in the simulators is impressive."
Bluto grins, puffing out his chest a little. "Training? Well, you could say I had a… unique experience," he begins, his voice chipper and light-hearted. "Started out in the Davion infantry, you know. But not just any infantry, oh no. I was in the… ahem… suicide unit."
Bluto pauses, pouring some black coffee into a cup and adding a generous swig of whiskey from a hip flask that seemed to materialise in his hand. "Yeah, that's right. Suicide Unit," he repeats, a wry grin spreading across his face. "Boot camp was… interesting. They taught us how to run straight at the enemy, screaming our heads off, while waving a stick with a pointy rock tied to it. And if we survived? Well, then we got promoted to carrying two rocks!"
He chuckles, shaking his head. Then shrugs. "You know enough about foot troops out in a mech warzone without me needing to tell the truth about the blood and guts of it. Pointy sticks. Hah. About as useful as anything else us grunts have when facing mechs. But truth is, I killed a Commando pilot with small arms fire. Lucky shot. Got myself into a MechWarrior program, and one mission saved a Princess. No shit. Well, a Marquessa, but still, bloody royalty. Lucky again, I guess. Got a knighthood and barony. Baron Brewski they called me. Ha! Never really fit in though, and now I'm out in the periphery doing what Bluto does best." He takes a long drink of his whisky-laced coffee.
"I just got a knack for shooting stuff, and a whole lot of luck, I reckon. If you can survive infantry nothing that comes after seems so bad ya know," he says, then pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "But really, I just like to get out there, see the galaxy, meet interesting people… and shoot a bunch of stuff. That's the life, ain't it?""
Zoe's expression remains neutral as Bluto recounts his "unique" graspp historical metaphors. "Moses didn't clean the Augean stables, Bluto," she corrects him, her voice even. "That was Heracles. And those are Greek myths, not…" she trails off, deciding to keep her thoughts on Moses' actual history to herself.
Bluto wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 4:20 amHe chuckles, shaking his head. Then shrugs. "You know enough about foot troops out in a mech warzone without me needing to tell the truth about the blood and guts of it. Pointy sticks. Hah. About as useful as anything else us grunts have when facing mechs."
When he speaks of the suicide infantry unit, however, a flicker of something akin to empathy crosses her features. She understand very well the inherent vulnerability of infantry in a mech-dominated battlefield. His words resonate with her, and paint a stark picture of the brutal reality he had faced.
Bluto wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 4:20 amBut truth is, I killed a Commando pilot with small arms fire. Lucky shot.
Commando pilot, small arms fire?
Zoe's internal calculations begin, a rapid-fire assessment of probabilities. Urban setting, likely. Cover, concealment. Necessary. But even then…
Closing distance on a Commando? The mech's speed, its agility. Devastating casualties, infantry versus mech. Survival alone is improbable. Then, to engage…
Damaged head armor, he said. But even with that… crack shots? Nerves of steel? The odds stacked against them. A headshot, through whatever opening remained?
Proximity, survival, accuracy… the variables are staggering. Her mental simulation runs through the possible scenarios, each outcome a testament to the sheer improbability of the feat. Luck, or skill? Or a desperate combination of both?
Either way, she concludes, he's seen things. Endured things. And he's still here. A flicker of something akin to respect, reluctant but undeniable, surfaces. He makes his own luck. And he capitalizes on every advantage, no matter how slim.
Bluto wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 4:20 amGot myself into a MechWarrior program, and one mission saved a Princess. No shit. Well, a Marquessa, but still, bloody royalty. Lucky again, I guess. Got a knighthood and barony. Baron Brewski they called me. Ha! Never really fit in though, and now I'm out in the periphery doing what Bluto does best."[/b] He takes a long drink of his whisky-laced coffee.
"A Marquessa?" she asks, her voice subtly shifting, a hint of genuine curiosity enters her tone. "What was her name?" She intends to verify this part of his story, to separate fact from fiction.
In her mind, she is beginning to piece together a different picture of Bluto. The outlandish tales, the constant humor, the ever-present whiskey and beer – they are clearly coping mechanisms, a way to process the horrors he has witnessed. He is a survivor, hardened by experience, and undeniably skilled.
Highly skilled and hard as nails, she thought. Not leadership material, certainly. And his grasp of historical events leaves much to be desired. But she also recognizes his value. If I were surrounded by hostiles, Bluto would be an ally I'd want at my back. Someone who had faced the worst and lived to tell the tale.
Dr. Zoe Kyaku wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 2:41 pm"A Marquessa?" she asks, her voice subtly shifting, a hint of genuine curiosity enters her tone. "What was her name?"
Bluto grins and a flash of genuine pride momentarily replaces his usual boisterous demeanor.
"Marquessa Margaret Middleton," he says, the name rolling off his tongue with a hint of reverence. "Beautiful lady, sharp as a tack. We were pinned down, her escort was wiped out, and this Grasshopper was about to turn her carriage into scrap metal. I managed to get around behind it, used a building as a ramp, and just…" He pauses, and shakes his head. "Nah, you don't wanna hear it. It was crazy. But well, let's just say that Grasshopper got stopped cold."
He pauses, a shadow crossing his face. "Well they hosed what was left of the pilot out the cockpit, and since then his Grasshopper has been my Grasshopper. I'll show you in the hangar if ya like, she's a beaut."
He gets back to breakfast and doesn't seem to want to discuss it further. He looks to Jackson and the others, hoping they'll change the subject.
She's half asleep in a chair on the couch held up by her cane when she hears Jackson and lifts her head, "Yesterday's rice, bells, serranos, and sliced pork."
Jackson tucks into his plate with enthusiasm, but can't resist taking a jab at his lance mate. "Leftovers again, Marge? We just go paid didn't we? Shoulda been steak 'n eggs." The mechwarrior leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on the table, while resting his plate on his stomach. He takes a long sip from his coffee mug and stabs a couple of peppers with his fork.
"Has anyone heard about our copies of the maintenance manuals of the new mechs or does someone have to actually go to the hangar again?" She turns her head in Jackson's direction. "We still need to look at getting everyone a gun." She also says, unaware more faces are soon to show up on the Lance roster.
"Readin' manuals is for eggheads, Marge. See, thing about Mechwarriors is... He shoves forkful of rice into his mouth and continues talking. "Eevr y'grt it..." He swallows. "Or you don't. You gotta really FEEL your way around the cockpit, y' hear?" Jackson spreads his arms wide and wiggles his fingers around.
"Just give me a couple of hours in any of the new ones an' I'll have it broken in in no time."
Jackson chews his food a bit more slowly as he watches Zoe enter the room. He returns her nod, but his attention is broken by Bluto stirring from his slumber beneath the table.
"Bluto! What in tarnation're you doin' under there?"
He looks at Zoe and Margret in turn, "This your number? Or yours?" He winks outrageously.
He looks at Jackson with wide eyes. "It's not yours is it?!"
If V is with Zoe, he blinks at him also. "Or you?!" He laughs loud enough for everyone in the mess hall to hear.
Jackson scoffs at Bluto's comment and shakes his head. "If'n it was mine, you'd've remembered." The mechwarrior lets out a hearty laugh before tucking back into his food.
He chuckles, shaking his head. Then shrugs. "You know enough about foot troops out in a mech warzone without me needing to tell the truth about the blood and guts of it. Pointy sticks. Hah. About as useful as anything else us grunts have when facing mechs. But truth is, I killed a Commando pilot with small arms fire. Lucky shot. Got myself into a MechWarrior program, and one mission saved a Princess. No shit. Well, a Marquessa, but still, bloody royalty. Lucky again, I guess. Got a knighthood and barony. Baron Brewski they called me. Ha! Never really fit in though, and now I'm out in the periphery doing what Bluto does best." He takes a long drink of his whisky-laced coffee
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As Bluto brings his tale to an end, Jackson can't help but chuckle. "Now don't you let ol' Bluto pull the wool over your eyes, ma'am. Only one calls him "Sir" out here in the Periphery is him. Fancy titles an' the like ain't worth much out here away from CIVILIZED society."
The mechwarrior pauses for a moment, before raising his coffee mug in Bluto's direction and offering a playful smirk. "He ain't a half bad shot, though. I will give him that."
"Yesss." She answers to being called out for using old rice by Jackson. "And we'll need them for when the mechs break."
"After boot, my field training wasn't much different." She says to Bluto mentioning he was n a suicide unit. "you got 3 days to go in, recover mech, and get back to start without gettin' caught." She continues before a particularly serrano laced bite. "And repeat for each weight class."
"And you do each without weapons and armor."
"Already seen the grasshopper, Bluto." She says with a slight smile after the mention of his heavy mech.
Perception:
2d6+2: [2, 3]+2 = 7/ (7 Base TN)
JIC:
2d6: [4, 1] = 5
2d6: [4, 6] = 10 Active Effects: Tech Empathy, Fast Learner
Reasonably happy looking
In Liang's room:
Liang did not sleep well. Too many ghosts, too many failures in the house haunted her. Ghost and failures did give her one thing. A reason to go forward, even if it came with nightmares. Running from something or pushing forward didn't matter did it? the woman thinks.
As she woke with startle a call came in.
“Carson, Emily is calling, do wish to receive this call?” the electronic voice asked. Probably going to regret this. She thought as she sat up. it was good for the Capellan to get out her shell he said. Expand her circle of trust and social activity. When Carson first met Liang, the latter was ready to throttle her on the first training session. A few days later in Liang decided to stick with the group for practice and started a friendship with the chatter box. All were from different groups and simply wanted to keep busy. Something Liang needed According to Fitz. Maybe I should drag him along on a training session... she grinned evilly.
“Pick up the call.” Liang replied to the comm system.
“You had the lowest grouping on the rifle range. you pay for breakfast next time." Emily 'EMP' Carson grinned on the screen. Carson was a Comm and engineer trooper with a love of EW. Carson grew on a person or so it seemed.
“I remember, Tell me our next session is on a two-for-one Tuesdays.” Liang replies getting up and putting on a house coat.
“You wish, next session is that mixed element session on a Thursday. You get a tank and we get to see those driving skills of yours. Do you think after 6 months out of action you can manage?” Carson asks taking a sip of coffee. the woman settling back in chair.
“Pretty sure. I did keep up practice at the simulators while I was out of action when they let me. I could accidently run someone over if you'd like.” Liang jokes with a grin.
Carson looked thoughtful, “I have a few names. But they would be missed for their skills.” the woman grinned.
“ah Sh*t, I need to get out there sooner. Hate to cut this short. You be safe and try not to get throttled.” The Asian woman grins.
“Later, Yun. You be strong too.” the call was closed.
Liang cleaned up, dressed in her typical driving attire with a DDF Armor division long sleave T-shirt and took a breath and left her room.
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(If there is anyone she does not know)
"Liang Yun, nice to meet you?" she says with a smile as the tanker looked in the fridge. left overs and grease. Hmm looks like breakfast is pizza pops and vitamins. putting two of the pizza pops in the microwave hits a button and starts it.
(If she knows every one)
The tanker looks in the fridge. left overs and grease. Hmm looks like breakfast is pizza pops and vitamins. putting two of the pizza pops in the microwave hits a button and starts it.
“Did I miss any morning excitment?” She asks keeping an eye on her pizza pops incase someone tried to grab them.
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Sum wrote: Frost finds himself seeing the members of Sigma regularly as they are primarily around due to their grounded status. However one day as he returns to his quarters two letters are waiting for him.
A cold shiver goes down Frost’s spine at the initial reading of the first letter before he straightens and steels his spine. A slow burn begins in his stomach. ”Not that you would come to see me. You are too much of a drecksau to do it yourself.” Frost then crumples the letter and throws it in the trash before moving to the letter assigning him to Sigma. Was hoping for an Alpha team, but you gotta start somewhere I guess.
Sum wrote: Sigma, finally back together as a team, are enjoying breakfast when there is a knock at the door.
It only takes a few moments for Frost to gather his few belongings before catching a ride away from Reception Battalion. He mumbles ”See ya later, turtles” under his breath as the taxi pulls away.
Once at the housing unit Frost takes a moment to look the place over for clues (toys, yard cleanliness, etc.) before setting his duffle bag down and knocking.
Barely hearing that someone had come to the door, Margret gets up as she wasn't planning on moving. She asks herself as she approaches the doorand doesn't care if anyone inside hears. "Why is someone at the door before one"
"Can I help you.?" She asks upon opening the door, not making entry easy for whom stands on the other side of the door. "I've seen you before."Regardless what Frost says, she closes the door with him right there after a, "One moment."
"Were we expecting a new body?" She calls out to the rest of the lance and waits for an answer before opening it again. "Rooms are upstairs, and for now, just get your name on the board." She adds, vaguely bringing up the white board set up with various notes strewn on it and a section on one side dedicated to a list of occupants by name beside a very simple in and out system; each name having a magnet that can easily be moved to one or the other depending on if you're in the building or not and leaves out how it was more or less Bluto that is he reason for such a simple system.
"Were we expecting a new body?" She calls out to the rest of the lance
"Yup, we were I think." Liang says checking her pizza pos and putting them on a plate. The woman took glass of orange juice and seat found a seat, "welcome to Sigma, I hope you enjoy your stay. Names Liang Yun. Nice to meet you." she smiles looking up from her food. new meat, lets hope he is one of the good guys. Fitz is right, I am getting paranoid. she shrugs and goes back to food and vitamins.
"So where ya from and what's your Specialty? if you don't mind my asking that is.." she asks downing 3 vitamins with orange juice. It made sense only Sigma was in this house. if it was an error then it was one in their favor.
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"Were we expecting a new body?" She calls out to the rest of the lance
"Yup, we were I think." Liang says checking her pizza pos and putting them on a plate. The woman took glass of orange juice and seat found a seat, "welcome to Sigma, I hope you enjoy your stay. Names Liang Yun. Nice to meet you." she smiles looking up from her food. new meat, lets hope he is one of the good guys. is right, I am getting paranoid. she shrugs and goes back to food and vitamins. "So where ya from and what's your Specialty? if you don't mind my asking that is.." she asks downing 3 vitamins with orange juice. It made sense only Sigma was in this house. if it was an error then it was one in their favor.
Bluto, mid-bite of a particularly greasy sausage, watches the new guy enter with mild curiosity. He nods a casual greeting, then his attention shifts to Liang's breakfast. He watches as she downs three vitamins with a swig of orange juice, and a flicker of something resembling concern crosses his face. Maybe I should be doing that, he thinks, and a fleeting image of his own less-than-nutritious lifestyle flashes through his mind.
He pushes his plate aside, feeling a sudden urge for "vitamins" taking hold. "Excuse me," he mumbles, pushing himself up from the table. He makes a beeline for the fridge, rummaging through its contents until he finds what he needs: a can of Ye Old Dark Ale. He takes out three, then returns to his seat. This is the healthy stuff!
He listens to the newcomer awhile, not wanting to interrupt.
When there was a lull in the conversation, Bluto leans forward, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Bluto's the name," he announces, his voice deep yet polite.
He offers Frost a sweet can of cold Ye Old Ale. "Care for some 'vitamins'?" he asks. "Best way to start the day, if you ask me."
Then with a satisfying psst, he pops the top off another ale can for himself.
He raises the can in a mock salute to Liang, a wide grin spreading across his face. "To health!" he declares, taking a long swig. "Old folk call the darkest brews liquid bread, so it's gotta be good for ya, right?" He winks, clearly pleased with his logic. He proceeds to scull the can entirely in one go.
Then he pops the top off the second can, and settles in to hear the conversation to come. All the while enjoying his can of "nutritious" dark ale.
Liang Yun wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 9:22 pm(If there is anyone she does not know)
"Liang Yun, nice to meet you?" she says with a smile as the tanker looked in the fridge. left overs and grease. Hmm looks like breakfast is pizza pops and vitamins. putting two of the pizza pops in the microwave hits a button and starts it.
Zoe's gaze follows Liang as she enters, and a subtle shift in her posture indicates heightened awareness. She observes the tank pilot's actions, noting the casual smile and the greetings that is more of a question. "Zoe Kyaku," Zoe replies, her voice friendly, and a slight nod accompanying her words.
Internally, however, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Pizza pops? For breakfast? She glances at Bluto.
Bluto wrote: ↑Wed Mar 12, 2025 11:09 pmBluto, mid-bite of a particularly greasy sausage, watches the new guy enter with mild curiosity. He nods a casual greeting, then his attention shifts to Liang's breakfast.
Then glances at Margret and Jackson, who are methodically eating old rice. Is there anyone in this unit who adheres to a standard nutritional regimen?
"Were we expecting a new body?" She calls out to the rest of the lance
"Yup, we were I think." Liang says checking her pizza pos and putting them on a plate. The woman took glass of orange juice and seat found a seat, "welcome to Sigma, I hope you enjoy your stay. Names Liang Yun. Nice to meet you." she smiles looking up from her food. new meat, lets hope he is one of the good guys. is right, I am getting paranoid. she shrugs and goes back to food and vitamins.
"So where ya from and what's your Specialty? if you don't mind my asking that is.." she asks downing 3 vitamins with orange juice. It made sense only Sigma was in this house. if it was an error then it was one in their favor.
Zoe observes the newcomer as he joins the conversation, her gaze taking in the team quietly. She listens as they reveal snippets of themselves, memorizing each detail. After all, she will be going into battle with these people, sooner or later.
Bluto wrote: ↑Wed Mar 12, 2025 11:09 pmHe offers Frost a sweet can of cold Ye Old Ale. "Care for some 'vitamins'?" he asks. "Best way to start the day, if you ask me."
Zoe's eyebrow arches subtly as Bluto offers the newcomer a beer. When Bluto downs two in quick succession, and then proceeds to extol the virtues of dark ale's 'vitamin content,' Zoe coughs delicately, just barely controlling her incredulity. She firmly bites her tongue, resisting the urge to deliver a lecture on the detrimental effects of excessive alcohol consumption.
Some battles are not worth fighting, she reminds herself.
She waits patiently for a natural pause in the conversation.
When a brief lull occurs, she offers the new recruit a polite greeting. "Good morning," she says, her voice clear and concise. "Zoe."
If anyone asks for her specialty, Zoe replies, "My primary area of expertise involves advanced analytical problem-solving and pattern recognition. I am also trained in physics and data science. My primary combat role is as a BattleMech pilot, with secondary training as an aerospace fighter pilot. V, however, demonstrates superior piloting skills." She ends with a friendly nod towards her fellow pilot.
He raises the can in a mock salute to Liang, a wide grin spreading across his face. "To health!" he declares, taking a long swig. "Old folk call the darkest brews liquid bread, so it's gotta be good for ya, right?" He winks, clearly pleased with his logic. He proceeds to scull the can entirely in one go.
"To health" Liang says as She does the same with the orange juice and goes back to her food. I am not in a state to drink. at least not until I get some sort answer on what exactly happened to Nimiko. If I ever find out. the first 24-48 hours are key. and this is been what? 6 months. For Fitz and if Nimiko is still alive I need to be strong. she pauses in thought careful not show emotions.
"Zoe Kyaku," Zoe replies, her voice friendly, and a slight nod accompanying her words.
Zoe replies, "My primary area of expertise involves advanced analytical problem-solving and pattern recognition. I am also trained in physics and data science. My primary combat role is as a BattleMech pilot, with secondary training as an aerospace fighter pilot. V, however, demonstrates superior piloting skills."
"Zoe, Good to have you and V on Sigma." she replies taking a bite of her pizza pop.
There is our research and applied sciences. We also have two aerospace people. I need to get Jenny some NARCs to mark targets for them. this unit may have a chance yet. she thinks.
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Smolders wrote: "Can I help you.?" She asks upon opening the door, not making entry easy for whom stands on the other side of the door. "I've seen you before."Regardless what Frost says, she closes the door with him right there after a, "One moment."
"Were we expecting a new body?" She calls out to the rest of the lance and waits for an answer before opening it again. "Rooms are upstairs, and for now, just get your name on the board."
Frost takes a moment to recognize the girl from PT and realizes it just as she shuts the door on him. Well, this is going to be fun.
When she opens the door again and ushers him in Frost pushes past her to the board. ”Nice to see you again tri-pod. Call sign is Frost. Never did catch your name, or even a polite response.”Take it back a notch Frost. Not the best way to start a new assignment.
Without waiting for a response from Smolders Frost enters his name on the board and heads upstairs to find an open room. About 15 minutes later he returns downstairs and follows the sound of voices and chomping to the kitchen/dining area.
Liang wrote: "welcome to Sigma, I hope you enjoy your stay. Names Liang Yun. Nice to meet you."…. "So where ya from and what's your Specialty? if you don't mind my asking that is.."
Frost looks to Liang, the first friendly face he has met on the team. Smolders being the only other face he knows from the team. ”Names Val, but my call sign is Frost” Frost attempts his most charming smile to Liang, twisting to catch Smolders as well, hoping the team doesn’t notice the twinge as his scars stretch. ”It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Yun. I pilot mechs, but am a fair infantryman and medic. Where I come in the fringe you kind of have to be your own support.”
Bluto wrote: He offers Frost a sweet can of cold Ye Old Ale. "Care for some 'vitamins'?" he asks. "Best way to start the day, if you ask me."
Frost holds up a hand and smiles at Bluto. ”It is a little early for me, Bluto. Perhaps later. Is the food open for the taking?”Drinking first thing in the morning? This team has no discipline, but maybe it is a result of their time off.
As each member introduces themselves he will be cordial and make sure to repeat their name. Good leadership techniques. Make them feel heard and that they are important enough to remember.
Bluto wrote: He offers Frost a sweet can of cold Ye Old Ale. "Care for some 'vitamins'?" he asks. "Best way to start the day, if you ask me."
Frost holds up a hand and smiles at Bluto. ”It is a little early for me, Bluto. Perhaps later. Is the food open for the taking?”
Bluto's face falls slightly, and a flicker of disappointment crosses his features. Bummer, so the new guy won't be a drinking buddy.
"Suit yourself," he replies, and a shrug replaces his initial disappointment.
He jabs a fork in the direction of the fridge. "Yeah, food's all yours. There's some old rice in there, if you're into that. And plenty of greasy goodness, if you're hungry. Oh, and there's a mystery box that's been in there for a couple of weeks. If you're feeling ballsy." He grins at the thought of someone opening the "mystery box" and finishes his breakfast.
Bluto wrote: ↑Thu Mar 13, 2025 4:12 pm
He jabs a fork in the direction of the fridge. "Yeah, food's all yours. There's some old rice in there, if you're into that. And plenty of greasy goodness, if you're hungry. Oh, and there's a mystery box that's been in there for a couple of weeks. If you're feeling ballsy." He grins at the thought of someone opening the "mystery box" and finishes his breakfast.
A wave of mild nausea washes over Zoe as Bluto mentions the mystery box in the refrigerator. Perhaps skipping breakfast wouldn't be detrimental after all, she thinks, her appetite waning.
She decides to redirect the conversation, steering it towards more productive territory. "Speaking of specialties," she interjects, her voice taking a light tone, "what's yours, Bluto? Apart from acing the gunnery range, of course." She wants to understand the team's strengths, their individual areas of expertise. Knowing their capabilities would be crucial in the missions ahead.
"And Liang," Zoe continues, turning her attention to the lance leader, "what would you say is your specialty? I understand you're the leader, but I'm interested in hearing about your particular skills and areas of expertise." Zoe wants to give Liang the opportunity to define herself beyond her command role, to understand the unique strengths she brings to the team.
Dr. Zoe Kyaku wrote: ↑Thu Mar 13, 2025 7:03 pm
She decides to redirect the conversation, steering it towards more productive territory. "Speaking of specialties," she interjects, her voice taking a light tone, "what's yours, Bluto? Apart from acing the gunnery range, of course." She wants to understand the team's strengths, their individual areas of expertise. Knowing their capabilities would be crucial in the missions ahead.
Bluto thinks about how to answer. It takes a minute, but he gets there eventually.
"Well, I'm ridiculously good at gunning and piloting mechs," Bluto chimes in, leaning back in his chair. "And out of a mech, I'm a walking death machine." He pauses, taking a swig of his ale. "But mostly, I like kicking back, enjoying a few cold ones, and enjoying life." He shrugs, a contented smile on his face. "That's what I'm good at."
"So, Zoe, V," Bluto says, leaning forward. "We've seen what you two can do in a cockpit, but what about outside? Any hidden talents? Hobbies? Deep dark juicy secrets?"
earlier Dr. Zoe Kyaku wrote: ↑Thu Mar 13, 2025 4:21 amIf anyone asks for her specialty, Zoe replies, "My primary area of expertise involves advanced analytical problem-solving and pattern recognition. I am also trained in physics and data science. My primary combat role is as a BattleMech pilot, with secondary training as an aerospace fighter pilot. V, however, demonstrates superior piloting skills." She ends with a friendly nod towards her fellow pilot.
Bluto blinks, a look of bewildered amusement spreading across his face. He scratches his head in confusion. "Advanced… analytical… pattern… stuff?" he mumbles, his voice trailing off. He looks at Margret, then at Jackson, as if seeking an explanation.
Guys?
"Right," he says finally, a wide friendly grin breaking out. "So, you're like a… a super-smart computer in a human suit? That's… cool, I guess." He pauses, then adds, "So, you can figure out how to… like, know where the enemy's gonna shoot before they even pull the trigger? That'd be handy!"
"Come on" She teases Bluto to the mention of some forgotten leftover food in the refrigerator, pausing from from the bowl of reused rice,, "You know that increases the chances I'll eat it if it ain't talkin' back."
"Words too big?" She asks Bluto when he looks in her direction, apparently confused.
"I'm just the team's scout." She adds to the conversation of everyone's specialty, leaving out a lot of details that she doesn't think needs to be there.
Perception:
2d6+5: [6, 4]+5 = 15 (7 Base TN)
JIC:
2d6: [5, 4] = 9
JIC:
2d6: [6, 2] = 8
The next morning, V wakes up early and leaves the building to go to the hangar and do a morning run through on his fighter. The pilot much preferring the company of his ship over that of other people. Checking the munitions, any damage it may still have while considering what he can do to get it fixed. Now what I need to master is repairing and maintaining these things. Already decent at it, but the less I need outside of raw materials the better. Hmm, could probably get Bluto's help with the heavy lifting. But that involves... talking. V considers as he finishes up and heads back to the bunker as the morning conversation is brewing, V can't be sure of how much of the conversations he has missed.
Liang wrote:"Zoe, Good to have you and V on Sigma."
V listens as everyone introduces themselves to each other after the simulator round. V wasn't in that to compete and fell far behind the others but it let the pilot observe everyone else's interactions. V offers Frost a polite nod upon first seeing him. V nods to Liang and tips his drink. "Appreciate it." V offers Liang
Zoe wrote: "My primary area of expertise involves advanced analytical problem-solving and pattern recognition. I am also trained in physics and data science. My primary combat role is as a BattleMech pilot, with secondary training as an aerospace fighter pilot. V, however, demonstrates superior piloting skills."
Bluto wrote:"So, Zoe, V," Bluto says, leaning forward. "We've seen what you two can do in a cockpit, but what about outside? Any hidden talents? Hobbies? Deep dark juicy secrets?"
V tips his head to Zoe at her compliment. "Her mind's as sharp as they come and quite impressive." V returns the comment before continuing "Yes, I specialize as a combat aerospace pilot. Love being in the air, but can handle myself on the ground. Seen my share of aerial conflicts in the air. I do have some mech training and experience. I'm trained up to level two of combatives and am trained in tactics, strategy and intelligence." V states explaining his primary area of interest.
V's furrows his brow at the question and shrugs it off. " As for hobbies...? Hmm. I sketch in my off time, draw out some of the views I get to see from above." V states, remembering that Zoe has already seen one of his sketches. I usually draw a scene right after landing V considers internally whilst completely skirting the dark secrets comment without so much as a mention. Everyone has dark secrets, no need to burden others with them. Better to recount the fun stories, not the... bad ones. V pauses a moment and takes a drink as if washing away a memory.
Vincent Moreau wrote: ↑Thu Mar 13, 2025 9:50 pmV tips his head to Zoe at her compliment. "Her mind's as sharp as they come and quite impressive." V returns the comment before continuing "Yes, I specialize as a combat aerospace pilot. Love being in the air, but can handle myself on the ground. Seen my share of aerial conflicts in the air. I do have some mech training and experience. I'm trained up to level two of combatives and am trained in tactics, strategy and intelligence." V states explaining his primary area of interest.
V's furrows his brow at the question and shrugs it off. " As for hobbies...? Hmm. I sketch in my off time, draw out some of the views I get to see from above." V states, remembering that Zoe has already seen one of his sketches. I usually draw a scene right after landing V considers internally whilst completely skirting the dark secrets comment without so much as a mention. Everyone has dark secrets, no need to burden others with them. Better to recount the fun stories, not the... bad ones. V pauses a moment and takes a drink as if washing away a memory.
Bluto grins whilst nodding enthusiastically. "Sounds like we got ourselves three ace recruits here." He leans back, a satisfied look on his face. "Air support saved our bacon at Ford, that's for sure. Tickled pink to have not one, but two pilots joinin' the lance. And an extra mech pilot to boot. This is gonna be good!"
He pauses, a slightly sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I got a secret. Speaking of flying… I, uh, got some basic training in aerospace fighter piloting myself," he admits. "Nothing fancy, just the basics. Got the hang of the controls, the whole shebang. But… well, let's just say my brain wanted higher-G maneuvers than my stomach liked." He chuckles and rubs his belly. "Threw up in the cockpit. Just the once, mind you! But yeah, after that, the trainers figured I'd be better suited to stomping around in a big metal man. Mech school was more my thing. "
Vincent Moreau Rolls Held wrote: ↑Thu Mar 13, 2025 9:50 pm
Perception:
2d6+5: [6, 4]+5 = 15 (7 Base TN)
JIC:
2d6: [5, 4] = 9
JIC:
2d6: [6, 2] = 8
Bluto wrote: "I got a secret. Speaking of flying… I, uh, got some basic training in aerospace fighter piloting myself,"
V listens to Bluto's story and stifles a laugh when Bluto mentions throwing up in the cockpit. Yeah, definitely knew a couple who did that. Called the pilots who did that fulmars. V thinks of a fond memory. A fulmar being a pilot who could fly but would often vomit and cover their windshield due to the higher G's and speed of aerospace fighters. It definitely requires a strong stomach and a light lunch. V considers in his head, remembering a time he nearly threw up after being called to duty while he was on standby, and just had a hearty lunch. Would've never lived that down. V thinks.
"Well, I'm not a certified trainer but can help finish off that training of yours. See how familiar you are with it. The more trained in aerospace fighters the better in my mind. I did command a flight for several missions." V offers, offering some insight to his past as a Flight Commander. Though I highly doubt anyone here will be as ace a pilot as Zoe, but should gauge those who are interested. V considers.
Jackson sizes up the new recruit as he enters the living quarters. His expression is neutral, erring on the side of serious which is a bit of a contrast with us usual laid back demeanor.
So this is the guy who’s s’posed to replace JC, huh? Don’t look like much to me.
Jackson finishes his plate in silence and lounges in his chair. He watches the newcomer eat for a bit until there is a lull in the conversation and he speaks up. “Name’s Jackson. You can call me Cowboy when we’re workin’.”
The mechwarrior smirks. “You ever forget that, you can take a gander at the top ‘o Sigma’s kill list.”
Jackson’s expression and demeaner turn a bit somber as he takes a dig at the man. “You got some big shoes to fill ‘round here, friend. See… the guy whose seat you’re sittin’ in was a hell of a mechwarrior.”
He watches the other mechwarrior for another good minute or so before lounging back in his chair and folding his hands behind his head. “Welcome to Sigma Lance.”
A bit of guilt over what he’d said twisted inside the mechwarrior. It wasn’t Frost’s fault he’d been assigned to Sigma. It wasn’t his fault JC was gone. Jackson was still hurting and his being here was like squirting lemon juice in a fresh wound.
Well… I guess we’ll see what he’s made of soon enough.
Bluto wrote: "I got a secret. Speaking of flying… I, uh, got some basic training in aerospace fighter piloting myself,"
V listens to Bluto's story and stifles a laugh when Bluto mentions throwing up in the cockpit. Yeah, definitely knew a couple who did that. Called the pilots who did that fulmars. V thinks of a fond memory. A fulmar being a pilot who could fly but would often vomit and cover their windshield due to the higher G's and speed of aerospace fighters. It definitely requires a strong stomach and a light lunch. V considers in his head, remembering a time he nearly threw up after being called to duty while he was on standby, and just had a hearty lunch. Would've never lived that down. V thinks.
"Well, I'm not a certified trainer but can help finish off that training of yours. See how familiar you are with it. The more trained in aerospace fighters the better in my mind. I did command a flight for several missions." V offers, offering some insight to his past as a Flight Commander. Though I highly doubt anyone here will be as ace a pilot as Zoe, but should gauge those who are interested. V considers.
Bluto can fly? But needs to improve. Hrm. Zoe's thoughts are a series of rapid calculations and strategic assessments. If I'm deployed on the ground, my fighter sits idle. A wasted asset. And if I'm injured? We're down a pilot. Redundant capability is essential for mission success.
V can teach him better than anyone. It also gives him more airtime which makes him happier, and he may gain a friend. She further considers what she knows about Bluto. Bluto's demonstrated surprising proficiency in the simulators, and emerged from the Ford battle unwounded. The others all vouch for his skill. He may well have an adaptability that speaks to a deeper understanding of tactical systems. Could that translate to air combat? Perhaps. The principles are similar – spatial awareness, rapid decision-making, weapon systems management.
It's a calculated risk. She weighs the potential benefits against the potential drawbacks. Bluto's… unconventional approach could be a liability. But if V can refine his skills, channel his thoughts, we'd have a valuable asset, a backup pilot who could step in when needed. Flexibility. That's what we need. More options, more contingencies.
And if he vomits in my cockpit… A flicker of annoyance crosses her mind. That's unacceptable. But a clear, firm boundary will suffice. He's not malicious, just… undisciplined. Possibly damaged. But effective. A lesson in accountability might do him some good.
This could work, she concluded. V teaches Bluto, Bluto improves, we gain flexibility. It's a strategic move, even if it comes with a slight risk of biohazard.
"An excellent idea," she states, her tone firm and decisive. "Bluto, you may utilize my fighter for the training sessions. However," she adds, her gaze hardening slightly, "should you, in any way, compromise the integrity of the cockpit with… remnants of your breakfast, I will expect a hospital-grade decontamination, and then some." She pauses, letting her words sink in. "Consider it a non-negotiable term of the agreement."
Bluto wrote: "I got a secret. Speaking of flying… I, uh, got some basic training in aerospace fighter piloting myself,"
"Well, I'm not a certified trainer but can help finish off that training of yours. See how familiar you are with it. The more trained in aerospace fighters the better in my mind. I did command a flight for several missions." V offers, offering some insight to his past as a Flight Commander. Though I highly doubt anyone here will be as ace a pilot as Zoe, but should gauge those who are interested. V considers.
Dr. Zoe Kyaku wrote: ↑Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:51 pm"An excellent idea," she states, her tone firm and decisive. "Bluto, you may utilize my fighter for the training sessions. However," she adds, her gaze hardening slightly, "should you, in any way, compromise the integrity of the cockpit with… remnants of your breakfast, I will expect a hospital-grade decontamination, and then some." She pauses, letting her words sink in. "Consider it a non-negotiable term of the agreement."
Bluto's eyes widen slightly at Zoe's stern warning, but he quickly recovers, and adopts an air of exaggerated solemnity. He places his right hand over his heart, then his raises his left, and declares, "I, Sir Blutanski, swear on my knighthood, on the sacred memory of my last bar fight, and on the last drop of whiskey in this here flask," he pats his hip, "that I shall not, soil the integrity of your cockpit with my breakfast, lunch or dinner."
Inwardly, he silently adds a fervent prayer. Sure hope the cockpit has drink holders for his beer and enough space for my cooler!
I should make the same kinda offer.
He grins, and decides, "And in return," he offers, "you can ride my heavy metal Grasshopper! Get a feel for the awesomeness of... err..." He trails off, realising the unintended implication, and he tries to keep a straight face, but a nervous chuckle escapes him. "...live-fire drills. Yeah, that's it. Trust me, nothing beats feeling it unleash a few salvos of pure white-hot laser! You'll love the power."
Dr. Zoe Kyaku wrote: ↑Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:51 pm"An excellent idea," she states, her tone firm and decisive. "Bluto, you may utilize my fighter for the training sessions. However," she adds, her gaze hardening slightly, "should you, in any way, compromise the integrity of the cockpit with… remnants of your breakfast, I will expect a hospital-grade decontamination, and then some." She pauses, letting her words sink in. "Consider it a non-negotiable term of the agreement."
"I, Sir Blutanski, swear on my knighthood, on the sacred memory of my last bar fight, and on the last drop of whiskey in this here flask," he pats his hip, "that I shall not, soil the integrity of your cockpit with my breakfast, lunch or dinner."
V can't help but laugh at that interaction. Wow! He's laying it on thick. V can't help but think with a smirk. "Alright, then. We'll log some training hours in then. Don't eat or drink before flying, just to be on the safe side. Master it like you mastered mechs, then you can drink and fly." V says, leaning back and taking a drink.
Bluto wrote: ↑Fri Mar 14, 2025 6:15 pmHe grins, and decides, "And in return," he offers, "you can ride my heavy metal Grasshopper! Get a feel for the awesomeness of... err...""...live-fire drills. Yeah, that's it. Trust me, nothing beats feeling it unleash a few salvos of pure white-hot laser! You'll love the power."
V snorts and rolls his eyes. Or he's just a friendly dolt. Those are good friends to have though, rarely betray you. Honest to a fault. We'll see how this goes. V considers and shakes his head. "No one in my stingray." V says in a playful and possessive tone. "Alright, well, this should be interesting." V adds.
Zoe wrote:"And Liang," Zoe continues, turning her attention to the lance leader, "what would you say is your specialty? I understand you're the leader, but I'm interested in hearing about your particular skills and areas of expertise." Zoe wants to give Liang the opportunity to define herself beyond her command role, to understand the unique strengths she brings to the team.
“Worked mostly in a division of armored scout/Strike company as comm and with coordination of various tactical elements. I do have some mech time with Centurions and Trebuchet or 'Trench buckets' as we called them.” she answers plainly taking another bite of the pizza pop and eats the bit. Continuing.
Had we been able to afford heavies or assaults we could not likely carry many of them on the Dragons teeth. A few heavies might have been nice to back us up, but that would have slowed down the team as hole. she thinks. she did remember why they stuck with Centurions. properly equipped you could set them up to have a torso weapon configuration. saved buying new expensive weapons every time you lost a limb.
The trench buckets were simply also an affordable field support unit that did the job. not pretty, but infantry loved them for all the times they saved them when a heavy could not get there fast enough. That and cost of maintaining and procuring was far less than the other missile mechs out there. So it made the Brass happy too.
Frost wrote:Frost looks to Liang, the first friendly face he has met on the team. Smolders being the only other face he knows from the team. ”Names Val, but my call sign is Frost” Frost attempts his most charming smile to Liang, twisting to catch Smolders as well, hoping the team doesn’t notice the twinge as his scars stretch. ”It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Yun. I pilot mechs, but am a fair infantryman and medic. Where I come in the fringe you kind of have to be your own support.”
“I can appreciate someone who gets their hands dirty and is into self sufficiency.” the tanker nods with approval, “It will be good to have you around.” she adds then looks to the pilots.
“If you flyers think you can squeeze flight training I am sure it will be fine with Fisher and the brass. I have no issue backing that if they give you a hard time about that” Liang says thinking of just what can go wrong, “And you take care of your own interior cleaning if Bluto makes a mess. As of now we won't have the DDF to pay for repairs or so I hear. That means we are being treated as a real merc company.” she grins then looks to her meal again in thought.
Zoe wrote:"And Liang," Zoe continues, turning her attention to the lance leader, "what would you say is your specialty? I understand you're the leader, but I'm interested in hearing about your particular skills and areas of expertise." Zoe wants to give Liang the opportunity to define herself beyond her command role, to understand the unique strengths she brings to the team.
“Worked mostly in a division of armored scout/Strike company as comm and with coordination of various tactical elements. I do have some mech time with Centurions and Trebuchet or 'Trench buckets' as we called them.” she answers plainly taking another bite of the pizza pop and eats the bit. Continuing.
Zoe nods, absorbing Liang's response. "Armored scout/strike company, tactical coordination," she repeats, her tone thoughtful. "That sounds… versatile. Which House are you affiliated with?"
Capellan, Zoe thinks, her mental gears turning. It has to be. The attack on the housing unit, the operatives with Capellan histories, the COMSTAR gaps in their records... it all points to a Capellan connection. And Liang's daughter... A flicker of concern crosses her mind. Is Liang involved? If so her loyalty might be in question, thus her missing the daughter is now leverage. Very bad for us if true. That may explain why she's made no observable attempts to find her daughter, she may already know where the daughter is. Otherwise why else would she have done nothing? She may have no clue what to do, or she does not care, neither of those desirable traits in a lance leader. Or she has indeed searched for her daughter through a network of allies I do not know about, thus allowing her to maintain an appearance of being compliant here on Detroit. She considers the possibilities, the evidence swirling in her mind. If Liang confirms she previously worked for a unit associated with Capellans, is the same group involved in this current situation? Those are the key questions to answer next.
She keeps her expression neutral, her gaze steady. I need to be careful. I need to know more.
Dr. Zoe Kyaku wrote: ↑Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:51 pm"An excellent idea," she states, her tone firm and decisive. "Bluto, you may utilize my fighter for the training sessions. However," she adds, her gaze hardening slightly, "should you, in any way, compromise the integrity of the cockpit with… remnants of your breakfast, I will expect a hospital-grade decontamination, and then some." She pauses, letting her words sink in. "Consider it a non-negotiable term of the agreement."
"I, Sir Blutanski, swear on my knighthood, on the sacred memory of my last bar fight, and on the last drop of whiskey in this here flask," he pats his hip, "that I shall not, soil the integrity of your cockpit with my breakfast, lunch or dinner."
V can't help but laugh at that interaction. V can't help but think with a smirk. "Alright, then. We'll log some training hours in then. Don't eat or drink before flying, just to be on the safe side. Master it like you mastered mechs, then you can drink and fly." V says, leaning back and taking a drink.
Zoe watches the exchange, her internal calculations running as rapidly as ever. Bluto's oath, while delivered in his own boisterous way, does seem genuine. He's not without honor, she concedes, and a flicker of respect surfaces. She looks at V, and Zoe feels it's good to see him relaxed. V values precision and professionalism, and Bluto's antics are quite a contrast. But the big man's earnestness is disarming I must admit.
Bluto wrote: ↑Fri Mar 14, 2025 6:15 pmHe grins, and decides, "And in return," he offers, "you can ride my heavy metal Grasshopper! Get a feel for the awesomeness of... err...""...live-fire drills. Yeah, that's it. Trust me, nothing beats feeling it unleash a few salvos of pure white-hot laser! You'll love the power."
Vincent Moreau wrote: ↑Fri Mar 14, 2025 9:17 pm
V snorts and rolls his eyes. V considers and shakes his head. "No one in my stingray." V says in a playful and possessive tone. "Alright, well, this should be interesting." V adds.
Bluto's subsequent offer brings about a different set of calculations. 'Ride my Grasshopper?' The unintended sexual innuendo is amusing, but the offer itself is significant and Zoe realizes this very quickly. His personal mech. A prize. A heavy mech. A valuable asset. She understands the weight of such an offer, especially from a warrior like Bluto. He's granting access to his most prized possession. A gesture of trust, or perhaps a challenge?
She turns to Bluto, her expression neutral. "I appreciate the offer, Bluto," she replies, her voice calm and steady. "I understand the Grasshopper is a valuable asset. I accept, with the understanding that I will treat it with the respect it deserves."
She pauses, then added, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, "And I promise not to 'ride it' too hard."
Just because I do not like to joke, does not mean I cannot.
Zoe nods, absorbing Liang's response. "Armored scout/strike company, tactical coordination," she repeats, her tone thoughtful. "That sounds… versatile. Which House are you affiliated with?"
"Versatile would a good word describe the role. my last job I did not have the luxury to specialize much. As to affiliation, I am not really involved in any direct house politics and I avoid them if I can. I travelled out here to avoid politics and find a place to raise Nimiko where it is reasonably safe." Liang shrugs.
I don't need to be defending myself from a witch hunt and looking for Nimiko. She didn't feel like giving anyone a reason to target her further. She knew just how unwelcome her house was.
"and respectfully, As of 6 months ago politics is the least of my concern. I have just spent the 6 months recovering from combat injuries and going through a lot of physiotherapy. most missing children with 24-48 hours have a very low chance of recovery. So 6 months the odds are even worse. I would like get back to finding Nimiko as soon as possible." she spoke briefly looking at Zoe.
Zoe nods, absorbing Liang's response. "Armored scout/strike company, tactical coordination," she repeats, her tone thoughtful. "That sounds… versatile. Which House are you affiliated with?"
"Versatile would a good word describe the role. my last job I did not have the luxury to specialize much. As to affiliation, I am not really involved in any direct house politics and I avoid them if I can. I travelled out here to avoid politics and find a place to raise Nimiko where it is reasonably safe." Liang shrugs.
"and respectfully, As of 6 months ago politics is the least of my concern. I have just spent the 6 months recovering from combat injuries and going through a lot of physiotherapy. most missing children with 24-48 hours have a very low chance of recovery. So 6 months the odds are even worse. I would like get back to finding Nimiko as soon as possible." she spoke briefly looking at Zoe.
Zoe's internal analysis kicks into high gear. Evasive. Deliberately so. Instead, an appeal for empathy? Zoe recognizes the tactic, and uses her knowledge of interrogation to try and discern whether Liang is genuine in her wish to find Nimiko. If Liang is compliant, being threatened by her the enemy, and willing to do anything they ask... her words may ring hollow.
Interrogation
2d6+5: [2, 5]+5 = 12 | (9 Base TN)
Regardless, Capellan links are confirmed. Zoe’s suspicions solidify. No other reason to be so evasive. She's likely connected to the Confederation.
Let it lie, for now. Zoe decides to bide her time. Fisher might have more information soon enough. The Bellicose, Majesty Metals. A private conversation, later. When I have a clearer picture.
She raises her hands, a gesture of placating understanding. "Knowing past House affiliation gives an indication of your tactics and expectations," she states, her voice neutral, her expression unreadable. And by not answering you have revealed what I wanted, she thinks, her gaze unwavering.
Zoe's strategic mind is already mapping out the next phase of her investigation.
The Bellicose. That is the key. Where did it go? Where did it take Liang's daughter? Knowing the destination would give us leverage, a way to cut through the layers of deception. If I can offer Liang a lead, a way to find Nimiko, she might be more forthcoming. More cooperative. She considers the potential scenarios. She might be genuinely desperate, seeking any avenue to find her child. Or she might be compromised, working for the very people who took her daughter.
Either way, I need to know where Nimiko is. Zoe's resolve hardens. If Liang is compromised, knowing her daughter's location is even more critical. It gives us control, a way to counter their influence.
A delicate balance. She understands the risks. Offering help, while simultaneously investigating her. Walking a tightrope between trust and suspicion. She is confident in her ability to navigate the complexities of the situation. But first, the Bellicose. Fisher needs to provide that information. Or give me enough of a lead to discover it myself.
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Jackson wrote:Jackson’s expression and demeaner turn a bit somber as he takes a dig at the man. “You got some big shoes to fill ‘round here, friend. See… the guy whose seat you’re sittin’ in was a hell of a mechwarrior.”
Frost looks Jackson directly in the eyes. ”I’m not here to take anyone’s place. I’ve lost both teammates and friends. Your loyalty speaks well for you.” That said Frost fills a plate with whatever looks semi-healthy and edible before sitting beside Jackson.
Liang wrote: “I can appreciate someone who gets their hands dirty and is into self sufficiency.” the tanker nods with approval, “It will be good to have you around.” she adds then looks to the pilots.
“If you flyers think you can squeeze flight training I am sure it will be fine with Fisher and the brass. I have no issue backing that if they give you a hard time about that” Liang says thinking of just what can go wrong, “And you take care of your own interior cleaning if Bluto makes a mess. As of now we won't have the DDF to pay for repairs or so I hear. That means we are being treated as a real merc company.” she grins then looks to her meal again in thought.
Frost chews and swallows before answering. ”Thank you for the welcome. I take it you are team commander? Glad to have a commander who supports cross-training.” Frost takes a moment before he speaks again. ”As a real merc company does that mean you have mechs? Unfortunately, I don’t have one of my own at the moment.”
To the majority of the group, ”I’ve finished my workout and the gym already. Any chance after breakfast we can run some sims to see where I fit in?” Though he addresses the entire team, his comment is meant for Liang. Show her I am ready to join the team and be a part of her command.
Dr. Zoe Kyaku wrote: ↑Sat Mar 15, 2025 3:39 pmShe raises her hands, a gesture of placating understanding. "Knowing past House affiliation gives an indication of your tactics and expectations," she states, her voice neutral, her expression unreadable.
Bluto, sensing the tension in the air, but not understanding why, decides to inject some of his characteristic levity. "Well, everyone knows I was Davion," he declares, his voice friendly. "But hey, I'm paid to kick ass for the DDF now, and that's exactly what I do. When that bunch of Davion mercs hit Ford, and I helped clean their clocks. No hard feelings, right? That's the job."
Frost wrote: ↑Sun Mar 16, 2025 10:03 amTo the majority of the group, ”I’ve finished my workout and the gym already. Any chance after breakfast we can run some sims to see where I fit in?”
"Workout?" he mutters, glancing down at his own decidedly un-toned physique. "Yeah, I used to do that… back in my infantry days. Not so much anymore." He shrugs, taking another bite of sausage. "Sim training, though? Now that sounds interesting."
He pauses, a grin spreading across his face. "Speaking of training," he continues, "I bought some new training shoes from a local drug dealer the other day. Don't know what they were laced with, but I've been tripping all day!" He lets out a hearty laugh, clearly pleased with himself.
Zoe wrote:She raises her hands, a gesture of placating understanding. "Knowing past House affiliation gives an indication of your tactics and expectations," she states, her voice neutral, her expression unreadable. And by not answering you have revealed what I wanted, she thinks, her gaze unwavering.
Bluto wrote:Bluto, sensing the tension in the air, but not understanding why, decides to inject some of his characteristic levity. "Well, everyone knows I was Davion," he declares, his voice friendly. "But hey, I'm paid to kick ass for the DDF now, and that's exactly what I do. When that bunch of Davion mercs hit Ford, and I helped clean their clocks. No hard feelings, right? That's the job."
"Bluto is correct. This is a place that does not care about where you came from or your titles. It only cares about how reliable you are, and how trust worthy you are by your actions. I will not judge anyone here by where I left or where they come from. We are here to do a job for the DDF. Simply do the best you can and adapt should you have too." she pauses, "The moment you bring houses in to play it can dig up bad blood that can cloud a fair judgement of others. Get a chance to see others as people, not by titles or where they are born. We have no choice where we are born, the only choice we have is who we strive to be." she pauses to let it sink in. It was meant for Zoe but seemed a good thing to say to all so they knew where she stood on the topic.
"More importantly there is a lot of ego and aggression in mercs, so house politics is best treaded on carefully. It can be an excuse for some factions to start rivalries or worse in fighting." Liang adds.
Frost wrote:To the majority of the group, ”I’ve finished my workout and the gym already. Any chance after breakfast we can run some sims to see where I fit in?” Though he addresses the entire team, his comment is meant for Liang. Show her I am ready to join the team and be a part of her command.
"That would be fine provided we get the time. Frost. for those with out mechs or vehicles the group has some we can lend out. As well as in future missions we will salvage or capture some. You may request to claim some of them if one catches your eye." Liang answers. In case they don't have mechs or are un sure on internal policy with the vehicles. I better clear that up.
"Speaking of anyone mind if I call dibs on that Centurion?" she grins
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Zoe wrote:She raises her hands, a gesture of placating understanding. "Knowing past House affiliation gives an indication of your tactics and expectations," she states, her voice neutral, her expression unreadable. And by not answering you have revealed what I wanted, she thinks, her gaze unwavering.
Bluto wrote:Bluto, sensing the tension in the air, but not understanding why, decides to inject some of his characteristic levity. "Well, everyone knows I was Davion," he declares, his voice friendly. "But hey, I'm paid to kick ass for the DDF now, and that's exactly what I do. When that bunch of Davion mercs hit Ford, and I helped clean their clocks. No hard feelings, right? That's the job."
"Bluto is correct. This is a place that does not cares about where you came from or your titles. It only cares about how reliable you are, and how trust worthy you are by your actions. I will not judge anyone here by where I left or where they come from. We are here to do a job for the DDF. Simply do the best you can and adapt should you have too." she pauses, "The moment you bring houses in to play it can dig up bad blood that can cloud a fair judgement of others. Get a chance to see others as people, not by titles or where they are born. We have no choice where we are born, the only choice we have is who we strive to be, Zoe." she pauses to let it sink in. It was meant for Zoe but seemed a good thing to say to all so they knew where she stood on the topic.
"More importantly there is a lot of ego and aggression in mercs, so house politics is best treaded on carefully. It can be an excuse for some factions to start rivalries or worse in fighting." Liang adds.
Zoe's eyes narrow, and a flicker of irritation momentarily disrupts her otherwise neutral expression. "I merely sought to understand your training and expectations, Liang," she states, her voice cool and precise. "Military traditions and tactical doctrines vary significantly across the Houses. For instance, I myself was born in the Draconis Combine and attended numerous academies within the Kurita military system. This has nothing to do with 'digging up bad blood,' as you put it. Bluto readily admitted his Davion origins, and the historical conflicts between Davion and Kurita hold no bearing on our present situation. I am very pleased to help him develop his flying skills."
Internally, however, her assessment of Liang develops further. Dishonorable, she thinks, the word echoing in her mind. So deeply entrenched in whatever clandestine group she came from that she’ll do anything to avoid mentioning it. The evasion, the lecture, the attempt to appeal to a sense of unity – it is all a smokescreen.
A halfwit, she concludes, her initial assessment hardening. Or perhaps merely a product of her environment. Either way, further attempts at rational discourse are likely futile. She decides to abandon the conversation, recognizing the futility of engaging with someone so unwilling to be forthright.
For the rest of the conversation she remains silent, taking a break only to make herself a cup of tea.
I merely sought to understand your training and expectations, Liang," she states, her voice cool and precise.
“You have that answer, I do not base my standards on existing Houses or other units. We are not House Davion or Kurita we have to go by our own standards and how we develop. Why would I base Sigma's expectations on other house or units?” she asks.
"Military traditions and tactical doctrines vary significantly across the Houses. For instance, I myself was born in the Draconis Combine and attended numerous academies within the Kurita military system.”
“Indeed they do. Those traditions can give us ideas to work with. If you have any ideas or suggestions your welcome to present them should feel they will help. We do have regular training scheduled That would be an ideal time to try them.” she offers, “That offer extend to the rest of you as well.”
This has nothing to do with 'digging up bad blood,' as you put it. Bluto readily admitted his Davion origins, and the historical conflicts between Davion and Kurita hold no bearing on our present situation. I am very pleased to help him develop his flying skills.
“in a 'standard' or 'House' military 'bad blood' is not as big an issue. Mercenaries, mech warriors and freelancers unfortunately do not all have the same standards as your training or Sigma was blessed with. Rivalry and bad blood becomes an issue when rival units are involved in operations together. That is when peoples lives can be at risk. and for the record I have no concern about us starting anything.” the woman states.
“Zoe, I was not targeting you specifically. If you feel I was, I will improve how I respond to the squad in the future. It was just a general reminder to all of you all I am not worried about your past. I just care about the here and now.” she says then again addresses the group.
“Where I was born is not a concern to me nor something I feel I need to share. I have no desire to be judged by a standard that are not my choice. I will give you all the same expectation. Your houses is your business. Share it if you like, just never feel you need to share it to earn my trust. What we do here in Sigma is what matters to me.” the woman finishes.
“Now that is said, I have several thing to do, One of which is to see if there is any new reports on where Nimiko was taken and two get a look at the Centurion's set up. If any one wants to join me your welcome too.” she pause, “Provided there are no further questions.” she looks at the team briefly and waits. If no questions are asked heads up to her room to get ready to go about her day.
Zoe listens, her expression remaining impassive, but her internal analysis is razor-sharp. Liang's attempt to smooth things over with platitudes about unity and the "here and now" strikes a discordant note.
Liang Yun wrote: ↑Sun Mar 16, 2025 8:11 pm
“Zoe, I was not targeting you specifically. If you feel I was, I will improve how I respond to the squad in the future. It was just a general reminder to all of you all I am not worried about your past. I just care about the here and now.” she says then again addresses the group.
Except you did target me specifically. You looked me in the face and called me out by name. But more importantly, you say you are not worried about our pasts? Zoe's thoughts are laced with skepticism. After the DDF is infiltrated, after this very housing unit is attacked, after your own daughter is kidnapped? The sheer absurdity of your statement is almost insulting.
Liang Yun wrote: ↑Sun Mar 16, 2025 8:11 pm
“Where I was born is not a concern to me nor something I feel I need to share. I have no desire to be judged by a standard that are not my choice. I will give you all the same expectation. Your houses is your business. Share it if you like, just never feel you need to share it to earn my trust. What we do here in Sigma is what matters to me.” the woman finishes.
Foolish or deceitful given the circumstances? Zoe considers the options. It defies logic. It disregards the very events that brought you to this point. This has nothing to do with where you were born. It has everything to do with whom you are affiliated prior to joining the DDF that would warrant your own daughter's kidnapping. For you not to volunteer this information suggests you were affiliated with the lowest grade of scum.
When Liang finishes, Zoe responds, her voice calm and measured. "I appreciate your attempt at clarification, Liang. However, your assertion that you are not concerned about our pasts is… perplexing, given the current situation. Understanding someone's background, including their previous affiliations, is not about judgment, it's about context. It's about mitigating potential risks and maximizing our effectiveness as a team. Now that you mention your Nimiko, your line of thinking is especially misguided when it is that past which directly effects the present, and is a possible cause of the attack on the base, and the abduction of your daughter. To disregard such information seems… ill-advised."
Either she's profoundly incompetent, or she's deliberately concealing her past. Zoe weighs up the possibilities. And given her evasiveness, the latter seems far more likely. Yes, it fits, affiliated with undesirables. It must be bad enough that even out here in the periphery she would shy away from stating it. Is she wanted? Did she commit crimes? How old is this Nimiko? A child might be the catalyst that compelled her to seek a new life here in Detroit.
Liang knows the answers already, that's why she's uninterested in our backgrounds, Zoe concludes, her gaze unwavering. Her own background. Her own affiliations. That's the key and that's what she's trying to hide. That's where this entire debacle stems from. That's why she does not need to know about my past, or V's, nor anyone else's. I will have to pass this to Fisher as soon as possible. Laing may be more forthcoming in an interrogation room.
When breakfast is done, Zoe finishes her tea, the delicate porcelain cup clicking softly as she places it back on the table. "Excuse me," she says, rising from her seat. "I'll be in the hangar inspecting the aircraft. Bluto, if you'd like a quick tour, feel free to join me. I'll be there in around 15 minutes"
Instead of taking the most direct route, she opts for a slightly longer path, detouring to her quarters. Once inside, she activates her terminal and composes an encrypted message to Captain Fisher, detailing her concerns and requesting the necessary background information and communication logs. After sending the
Subject: Urgent Request: Liang Yun Background and Comm Logs
Captain Fisher,
Following my observations and interactions with Liang Yun, I have developed several concerns regarding her potential compromise. I request your immediate assistance in providing any available background information on Liang, including but not limited to:
Previous affiliations, particularly any connections to the Capellan Confederation or associated freelance groups.
Personnel records, including any known associates or contacts.
Furthermore, I request access to all communication logs received from Liang's BattleMech, specifically during the period surrounding the Battle of Ford. I am particularly interested in any anomalies or deviations from standard communication protocols. Did she receive or send any unusual transmissions when the attack on the base occurred?
I understand if this data request is not achievable, few nations are as thorough with such things as in Kurita.
My concerns stem from the following possibilities:
Liang may be operating under duress, forced to comply with the demands of the group that kidnapped her daughter. This could involve providing them with sensitive information, carrying out sabotage, or acting as an inside agent.
Alternatively, the kidnapping of her daughter may be a calculated strategy to provide Liang with plausible deniability. This would allow her to act as a sleeper agent, while appearing to be a victim.
Both scenarios present a significant threat to the security of Sigma Lance and the success of our missions. Access to the requested information will allow me to better assess the situation and take appropriate action.
I understand the difficult nature of this request and understand if in fact none of this data is available. Nonetheless I can at least pass on what I know. Astonishingly, Liang has expressed complete disinterest in the backgrounds of her lancemates, a stance that is difficult to reconcile with the recent attack on this facility and the abduction of her daughter. This either suggests profound incompetence or a potential link to those responsible. She may be completely innocent, but it is difficult to believe her daughter was kidnapped at random. Liang has been evasive enough about her past to warrant a meaningful look into her past dealings.
Respectfully,
Zoe
Pilot, Sigma Lance
, she deactivates the terminal and makes her way to the hangar.
When Liang finishes, Zoe responds, her voice calm and measured. "I appreciate your attempt at clarification, Liang. However, your assertion that you are not concerned about our pasts is… perplexing, given the current situation. Understanding someone's background, including their previous affiliations, is not about judgment, it's about context. It's about mitigating potential risks and maximizing our effectiveness as a team. Now that you mention your Nimiko, your line of thinking is especially misguided when it is that past which directly effects the present, and is a possible cause of the attack on the base, and the abduction of your daughter. To disregard such information seems… ill-advised."
before Zoe leaves:
"No its not, you are not seeing the big picture here. There are things you do not know about the mission and the attack that are already being looked into in regards to Nimiko. We need to discuss the matter in private later. Not here in a public forum." she said as she was about to make her way to her room.
With Tango potentially being involved with the pirates involved going to the DDF with everything or giving them a door in was ill-advised was only going give them ammunition. They were a target and the pirates were using Sigma to pull the trigger. Why would they target tango? Were they rivals or Did they just want revenge? Maybe Tango's past was not as shiny as it seems? If so shifting the public eye from Tango to me is a distraction. Nothing like a boogey man to make an investigation in effective. Blake knows the Capellans have used that method in the past. It would explain how the attackers left the bodies of the insertion team from Capellan and not their own dead. That is a very deliberate choice to mislead the investigation or so it seems. This made sense, if the Capellans were the ones with Liang they would contacted her by now.
”DTG” wrote:
1 July 3026
0920 hrs
Summer; 85 F
Clear
In spite of the six months of down time to hash out personal issues with each other, the group decides now is the time to really go for it. While Frost is the new guy it seems there is a lot of tension between Liang and Zoe. Before anyone can remove themselves from the situation, everyone is slightly startled by a person clearing their throat at the kitchen/dining room entrance. ”Ehem.” Everyone looks over to see CPT Fisher standing in the doorway. ”I hope I am not interrupting.” His arms are folded and he’s leaning on the doorframe, wearing a slightly intrigued look on his face. Looks like he’s been there for more than a moment. ”Well, now I thought this day was not going to get any more exciting. Guess I was wrong. Anyway, I wanted to check up on everyone to see how you are all dealing with each other and the past. To each their own.” CPT Fisher looks down for a moment, ”The real reason I came out here is to deliver this challenge to you. A group called the Shadow Brigade has issued a formal challenge to your group specifically. Now from what I know of these guys they freely take any job that pays well. Does not matter the type. With that in mind it means that someone wanted them to challenge your group in combat. They sent over the rules for the challenge. COMSTAR has officially recognized the challenge which is odd, but not unheard of.” CPT Fisher sets a folder down on the table. ”The long and short of it is they wish for an 8 on 8 mech battle. No aircraft, no vehicles. Full salvage rights to the victor. Both sides will provide the other with a list of the mechs that will be fielded. Tonnage is to be within 30 tones of each other. The fight is scheduled for the day after tomorrow.” CPT Fisher looks down for a moment, his brows furrowed with slight worry, ”The Shadow Brigade is not the most trustworthy bunch. When it comes to dealing with their enemies. Whatever this is, assume there is an ulterior motive to this fight. My lance will be close by on the off chance they try to violate the terms of the contract.” CPT Fisher looks at everyone. ”This will be a good chance to get your teamwork solidified, do you have any questions for me?”
Well...I guess it's good the CPT showed up before it could get really awkward...So What now?
Perception:
2d6: [2, 4] = 6/ (7 Base TN)
JIC: Add up to 2 JIC rolls here
Administration
2d6+2: [3, 1]+2 = 6 / 7 SB (Comstar challenge policy)
skills:
Career/Pirate
2d6+1: [3, 3]+1 = 7 / 7 SB (to see if they were pirates/affiliated with any major Pirate groups)
Tactics/Mech
2d6+2: [5, 4]+2 = 11 / 9 CA (to see if they made any tactics or strategy they were famous for or are noted to use)
Tactics/Land
2d6+3: [2, 3]+3 = 8 / 9 CA (to see if they made any tactics or strategy they were famous for or are noted to use)
Active Effects:
Fisher wrote:”Ehem.” Everyone looks over to see CPT Fisher standing in the doorway. ”I hope I’m not interrupting.”
"No, just settling issues which can wait until we have cooler heads. Zoe, I'll give you answers later in private if you need some. It seems the good captain has something important to mention or you would not be here in person." she looks and thinks after he mentions the challenge. This team could use a good team building exercise and a chance to vent. All fine and good. Something seemed odd indeed about sectioning a duel? Perhaps Sigma did not pay its bill?
She could give Zoe some answers later when there was not an audience and potential threats the info might give ammunition for. It was a wiser move than starting unnecessary witch hunts against people of houses by DDF High command. For now Liang sees a chance to get something for the team to do. Liang can make contact with some old friends to help tracking Nimiko off world if the pirates were able to get off world.
"Can you get us a history on the Shadow Brigade? So we know what we are up against tactically? Battle reports, a list of famous or notable team members, and others they challenged. one other thing. out of curiosity how many 'Sponsored' duels have happened around here?." the Capellan asks taking a seat on a the edge of a table.
Perhaps this to draw out Sigma? The former logistics officer did want Sigma to kill tango and had insiders. Nah, seem to be a bit fast for an attempt to set up hit. The pirates are playing a long game. This is probably due to the Ford defense. Ah the joys of fame and glory. Liang thinks. Also a good a chance for salvage.
(Active effects: Compulsion/Stubborn, Fit, Good Vision)
Jackson has his mouth halfway open to come to Liang’s defense when Fisher’s voice breaks the tension.
Shadow Brigade. Shadow Brigade.
Streetwise: Periphery to see if he's heard the name or any rumors about Shadow Brigade before:
2d6+1: [3, 1]+1 = 5
Maybe they’d kicked around Circinus back in the day? Maybe not.
He turned his attention back to Fisher. Liang made a good point. Was it normal for mercenary companies to call for duels out of the blue? Jackson doubted it. Maybe between companies with reputations to protect. As far as he knew, their exploits weren’t exactly common knowledge outside of Detroit. To him the answer seemed simple, in that case.
They must’ve had some stake in either the attack on Ford or the raid on the base. Ain’t no doubt about it.
Once Fisher has finished, Jackson speaks up.
“Well, hell, Cap’n. I think I could use a good fight after all that’s been goin’ on ‘round here the last few months.”
Jackson scratches his chin.
“I do have a couple of doubts about the operation, though.”
He casts a sidelong glance at Zoe.
“Are we sure everyone here’s gonna be able to put their differences aside an’ focus on the enemy? Seems like there ain’t a whole lot of trust goin’ round at the moment.”
Jackson sits up in his chair and rests his elbows on the table.
“Outside of that. ‘Long as the flyboys can shoot straight, let’s go bag us some metal.”
Jackson’s characteristic smirk returns to his face.
Jackson wrote:“Well, hell, Cap’n. I think I could use a good fight after all that’s been goin’ on ‘round here the last few months.”
Agree, I just spent the last 6 months in front computer screens looking a missing children reports, in physical therapy and practicing archery in my room with my off hand to strengthen the arm. At least I can shoot with a bow on my left as well as my right. about as much fun as being in my birth system under 26 hour surveillance. the Joy of Capelan space. Glad I gave up that place when I left it." she shrugs with a grin.
Jackson wrote:“Are we sure everyone here’s gonna be able to put their differences aside an’ focus on the enemy? Seems like there ain’t a whole lot of trust goin’ round at the moment.”
"We are on contract. we do what we must. After all we are all professionals or trained to place differences aside." Liang says. In her world even pirates did put differences aside. the only difference here was a stable paycheck instead of a percentage of the loot.
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Active Effects: (Handicap: Scar Tissue, Combat Sense)
Frost looks up as CPT Fisher clears his throat, but keeps eating.
Sum wrote: ”Well, now I thought this day wasn’t going to get any more exciting. Guess I was wrong. Anyway, I wanted to check up on everyone to see how you are all dealing with each other and the past. To each their own.”
Swallowing quickly Frost pipes up. ”Well, that one” Gesturing to Smolders ”opened the door for me after slamming it in my face only once. Which is better than some women I guess. Then they gave me a room and fed me, so….” Frost ends with a thumbs up before going back to listening.
[quote-Sum] ”This will be a good chance to get your teamwork solidified, do you have any questions for me?”[/quote]
Frost racks his brain to see if he remembers anything about the Shadow Brigade.
Career/Mercenary:
2d6+2: [2, 6]+2 = 10/(7 Base TN)
Frost quietly listens to Jackson and Liang’s responses. Good questions and good work ethic. I think I like these two.
When there is a pause Frost does pipe up. ”What options do we have for mech’s?”
Smiling slightly as he remembers an old mech warrior who always answered his father with the same question. ”Oh, and why does it burn when you pee?” Frost follows this quickly with a not so subtle head nod towards Jackson.
Fisher wrote:”Ehem.” Everyone looks over to see CPT Fisher standing in the doorway. ”I hope I’m not interrupting.”
Liang Yun wrote: ↑Mon Mar 17, 2025 8:01 am"No, just settling issues which can wait until we have cooler heads. Zoe, I'll give you answers later in private if you need some. It seems the good captain has something important to mention or you would not be here in person."
Jackson Cooper wrote: ↑Mon Mar 17, 2025 9:08 am
Once Fisher has finished, Jackson speaks up.
“Well, hell, Cap’n. I think I could use a good fight after all that’s been goin’ on ‘round here the last few months.”
Jackson scratches his chin.
“I do have a couple of doubts about the operation, though.”
He casts a sidelong glance at Zoe.
“Are we sure everyone here’s gonna be able to put their differences aside an’ focus on the enemy? Seems like there ain’t a whole lot of trust goin’ round at the moment.”
Cooler heads? Zoe’s internal monologue begins. I merely asked a straightforward question about her background, and expressed incredulity at her disregard for ours, given the circumstances. If that constitutes heated debate, then the standards for emotional stability here are remarkably low.
Cooper's comment about trust, however, piques her interest. He's perceptive, she notes, and a flicker of approval crosses her mind. He's right, of course. Trust is essential. And Liang's evasiveness is eroding it.
Her gaze flickers between Fisher and Liang, then to Cooper. "If you think I'm causing discord," she says, "you are sorely mistaken. I have asked perfectly reasonable questions. The insinuation that I'm hot headed is ridiculous."
Unless they are mind readers, she thinks, they have no idea what I am thinking.
"If you think I'm causing discord," she says, "you are sorely mistaken. I have asked perfectly reasonable questions. The insinuation that I'm hot headed is ridiculous."
"Fair point, I am still a bit upset about the situation of Nimiko missing and not being able to deal with it due to physical condition. So I may be venting on you for that. It was unintended and uncalled for. Don't take it too personal having my 6 year old daughter kidnapped by pirates does that. So I will clear up your question on the house situation as best I can now." she pause seemingly calmer in tone. I really need to keep my aggression in better control. I hate when Fitz's right. ggggrrrrr! the woman thinks
"I left my birth world because of the house and all that political BS 6 years ago. So while I may have house status due to military service I do not acknowledge or use it. There are two reasons. one is the safety of myself and Nimiko and two the habit of people have of shooting those from my birth world on sight due to the governments poor choices. So I would appreciate it not being mentioned out loud if you can avoid it." she says with firm sense of belief.
"and yes I define birth world from home world. As I said earlier. you do not choose where you are born. But you can choose where you live. If you want any further answers they will have to wait until we have some privacy. I will not air my 'laundry', dirty or otherwise, in a squad meeting or publicly like this." she finished, "Now about this Shadow Brigade..." she turns back to the matter at hand.
