Hi guys,
just in the middle of fighting this track out now with my new-ish Rainer's Regulators. I'm going to post a full battle report up soon - at this stage the Regulator's are still holding strong but have taken some serious casualties, including their XO who has been taken out by the Consort's commander.
MORTIS RICTUS
SITUATION
POLN STATION
MALAGROTTA, MALAGROTTA COOPERATIVE
22 OCT 3075
"Not long before dad handed the Regulators over to me, he told me how his original intention for the unit was to protect the weak - I think he always saw himself as some sort of new age law man to protect the people of the Outback and other hardscrabble worlds on the edge.
Maybe that's why he hated the Robes so much - they were the bullies coming to planets that just wanted to work hard and raise their kids and saying "throw in with us, convert - or die".
I don't know what he'd think of our current assignment - whether he'd curse me out for betraying his dream or embrace me and Adalita for living up to everything he wanted.
The Filtvelt Coalition sub contracted us out to the neighboring Malagrotta Cooperative but only yesterday did I find out some broker called "Mr Askai" had done all the wheeling and dealing. I'm not sure I'm ok with that - hell, Adalita damn near drew down on our liaison when she found out about it.
Sure, the money’s damn good - but it was just like this when we got stomped fighting the Wobbies and lost dad. Hell - the money was freaking amazing when the Lyrans threw us against the Falcons on Sudeten in '50 where we lost my big brother.
Take this posting - not only are we garrisoning a secessionist splinter state, but we’re working alongside the same seedy sorts that we were hired to defend the place from. The sort of guys dad raised us to fight.
Since we made planetfall I've had seven Regulators injured in bar fights - including a stabbing - and maybe another dozen bailed out from the drunk tank. Thankfully there's almost no law here.
- journal entry Captain Jessica RAiner 20 OCT 3075
Aiden King let out a loan groan as he watched the Overlord class dropship descend on a tongue of fire - smaller craft darted around the giant starship like moths around a majestic flame.
Suddenly, ports opened all along the ship's midline and small dark shapes begun leaping towards the ground on their own flames. Battlemechs - lots of them.
"Bravo lead, this is two - I'm watching more than a company hot drop on the outskirts of the city. These Death's Consorts are all over our position," he growled into his neurohelmet mike.
Even as he requested aid the veteran warrior was lining up his targeting reticule on the approaching enemy. While the terrific power of his ER PPC and large pulse laser would tear through armor and sear flesh it was the small TAG spotting laser that he knew would do the most arm. Just over a kilometer away his commander's older brother and his crew of missile specialists awaited his target data.
"Say again Bravo lead - I can now confirm three lances forming up on the edge of the city. I mark what looks like a couple of heav-"
His line was suddenly cut off by his lance leader. "I hear you two, we're dealing with a situation here. The Consorts tried to slip some infantry and vehicles past us. The bastards are everywhere."
King could hear the rattle and crack of gunfire over the commlink from Adalita's side.
Suddenly, the air around him opened up with the riotous sounds of gunfire - twisting his Maelstrom he managed to avoid a sudden flight of short range missiles that wizzed down the alleyway. Around him tracers flickered.
But they're coming from the old post office there? One of the other merc units is entrenched in there. What the hell is going on?
"Lead - I'm taking fire from friendly positions!" What the hell is going on."
His lance leader's voice was weaker this time - and the gunfire on her end had intensified.
"Everything's gone crazy - half these morons seem to be working for the enemy, the other side seem to be shooting at each other!"
King pulled his mech down the alley, dodging the small arms fire and occasional missile coming his way. The former FedSuns soldier had served on New Sytris at the height of the Civil War and had narrowly survived the destruction of his former command - he'd been one of less than company of the New Sytris CMM to walk out of a hellish Lyran ambush.
But still... he'd never seen anything this confused.
Attacker
The Attacker consists of a portion of the Death’s Consorts.
The Consorts should be 125% of the Defender’s deployed force.
WARCHEST
Track Cost: 500
Options
+200 Tiqualme: Add Gary Tiqualme to the Attacker’s forces in
any heavy or assault Inner Sphere ’Mech with Elite skills.
+200 Betrayal: One or more of the defending units betrays the player’s
force. To determine which unit, roll 2D6 for each unit in the
End Phase, starting in Turn 4. A unit switches sides on a result
of 11 or 12.
OBJECTIVES
Hold the line. Destroy/Cripple at least 50% of the Attacker’s
force. [300]
Intel. Capture as many enemy ’Mech pilots as possible for
interrogation. [100 per each captured pilot]
