>Be me.
>Invading Draconis Combine.
>The genetic superiority of the Smoke Jaguar will reign supreme, seyla.
>Piloting an Ebon Jaguar.
>Brand new design that, as the Spheroids put it, was born from the fiery cauldron of Revival.
>An enviable, honorable position, as fitting of the Jaguar.
>Come upon a small world on old Star League records.
>Defending world only has a battalion of conventional ground assets and a single squadron of conventional fighters.
>EasyPickings.jpg
>After explaining our superior bidding practices to the uneducated surats, the Spheroids bid their lone tank company.
>Star Captain successfully has our Trinary bid to go down to the planet.
>I successfully bid for my Star to do the honors.
>Fly down to the planet, declaring a batchall against its inhabitants.
>One heavy Star of Kerensky's finest OmniMechs and MechWarriors versus paper-tiger militia in outdated tanks still using combustion engines.
>Enter the Circle of Equals.
>Get an alert that the Spheroids' fighters have just lifted off.
>Dishonorable surats.
>Spheroids deceptively selected a Circle of Equals far from any suitable landing zone, so the Star Captain is slow to arrive.
>Just before facing the tanks, the fighters buzz us.
>Unknown make and model, I later found out they were 'MechBusters.
>Inferior turbine-engine conventional fighter produced as a stopgap in the years after the Star League's glory.
>Trash.
>Anyways, the trash buzzes us. Each one is loaded with bombs.
>Plaster the entire Star. No kills, but nearly all armor is red and several 'Mechs are thrown off of their feet.
>Lighter 'Mechs like the Battle Cobra are missing arms and have damaged legs.
>Hellbringer is the least-damaged 'Mech.
>WTF.jpg
>Return fire as they pass.
>Two fighters knocked cleanly out of the sky.
>Two more turn tail and run like the cowards they are.
>Seyla. Punishment is rendered, and now there are only two left to worry about.
>As the fighters go around, the tanks pull up.
>Cheap trash still cuts through our badly-damaged armor.
>Timber Wolf and Battle Cobra go down.
>Retreat into the old abandoned compound at the center of the Circle.
>Retreat.
>From tanks and conventional fighters.
>Feeling immense shame.
>The Jaguar does not retreat.
>Cannot describe how angry I am at these stravag Spheroids, even now.
>Tanks wipe out the Hellbringer.
>Fighters come back for the Nova.
>Take a shot at one of the fighters. Its tail is in shambles.
>Tanks still overwhelm me.
>Spheroids collect their dispossessed crews and flee from the fury of the rest of the Trinary.
>Cowardly, dishonorable scum.
>That evening another company of mint-condition tanks and untouched fighters strikes the command Star, killing the Star Captain. Once again, the surats take heavy casualties.
>Realize they lied during bidding. They did not have just one company and one squadron. Stravag!
>Have to call down the rest of the cluster as by the end of the week yet another company and squadron have manifested to overwhelm the last Star.
>When the cluster arrives and swiftly captures the planet, planet only has what they initially declared on their roster.
>After a Watch investigation, turns out the planet hadn't had anything of value on it for over a century.Never trust a Spheroid
surat, they know nothing but deceit. Burn them all.
Oh, hey, I think OP is talking about the battle of Ouagadougou. If that dumbass wants to greentext about it, I'll have him know I've got one of my own.
>Be me.
>Raised on poor planet.
>Maybe half a million people on-world.
>Nearly destroyed during Second Succession War.
>Been recovering though. Slowly.
>Not on the maps, but good soil and weather for natural sugarcane production brought in some outside companies.
>Planet defended by part-time militia.
>Two companies infantry, one company Bulldog Medium Tanks, one flight 'MechBusters—AC and SRM models.
>Actually have an entire battalion of tanks and a full wing of fighters.
>Cheap QuickScell stuff and hand-me-down turbine engine fighters are cheaper to keep spares in storage than it is to train and pay more tankers and pilots.
>The spares are in mothballs most of the time so it's not like we're breaking the bank on maintenance costs.
>Get word that a force that thinks we're still pre-Succession Wars is showing up to pick a fight.
>Cutting-edge 'Mechs. Fifteen of them.
>Alright.bmp
>Techs bring all the old tonks and birds out of mothballs.
>Everyone's brought in.
>When the 'Mechs hit the designated AO, spin up and burn for them.
>Had the ordies load us to the gills with high explosive bombs.
>Arrive just in time, the 'Mechs are about to make contact with the Bulldogs.
>Everyone picks a target, a couple decide to double-up on the one that looks like the bastard child of a Marauder and a Catapult.
>This is the moment every pilot dreams of.
>Weapons release.
>Turn the landscape into craters. The 'Mechs are combat-ineffective of worse.
>Return fire catches most of us. Take a couple nasty hits and lose a wing.
>Punch out a few hundred meters away from the battle.
>Still have a couple of boys in the air, not to mention the swarm of tanks coming in to finish the job.
>'Mechs are completely gone within minutes.
>Have a good laugh with my buddy who also punched out.
>Get news from HQ.
>Oh, they're angry.
>Ten more 'Mechs coming in fast and mad.
>Hitch a ride on a tank back to base.
>Get a fresh new 'MechBuster.
>Lost a couple tank crews, but the rest should be enough.
>Tankers also get new tanks.
>Take off again to hit the enemy's command formation.
>Three fighters gun for the enemy's commander in a 100-tonner.
>Goes down on the spot, not even enough left to salvage.
>Delete a light and medium 'Mech as well.
>Only lose three fighter this time.
>Everyone punches out safely, hell yeah.
>The AC trucks ahead of me lay into a heavy.
>I follow up with SRMs.
>Legs are toast, engine's running hot.
>Get shot down in the process.
>Punch out again. Land again.
>Watch as the remaining 'Mech-and-a-half get overrun by tanks.
>Enemy reinforcements show up.
>Second verse, same as the first. Hitch a ride back to base.
>Fighters aren't ready yet, but the enemy is once-bitten, twice-shy.
>Last "Star" hits our airfield just as the last flight's worth of fresh fighters are coming out of mothballs.
>Tanks hold the line just long enough for us to get bombs loaded and lift off.
>Only two fighter lances make it up, and by that point the tanks are toast.
>Took out two 'Mechs and beat the hell out of the other three tho.
>Come around and bomb the tar out of what's left.
>Not even anything left to salvage.
>Still have to end up capitulating because the rest of the enemy invasion force is on the way.
>The show up, think we have three times as many armored assets as we actually do.
>Get super confused when we don't.
>Realize that this planet hasn't been worth conquering since the 2SW.
>Declare the planet theirs but don't actually stick around.
>Take their crap and leave.
>Lost a lot of good guys, but still manage to reach 100% strength after repairs.
>Bean counters do up the numbers later.
>Even with all our losses, still estimated that the battle cost the enemy more than it did us.Turns out, if you just have enough spares, you can win any fight. Clanners go home, your doctrine sucks.
IT WAS YOU! Anon, I challenge you to a Trial of Grievance for your
dezgra ways, your filthy language, and your dishonorable assertions! I ought to head to your failure of a planet and finish the job!
Bruh. For one, that planet doesn't even have an HPG, how do you think I'm on here? After reports got out, me and some of the other guys got scouted by the Star League. Managed to get my foot in the door for a key anti-Clan operation. Have to say, the weather on Huntress sucks, no wonder you chimney kitties were butthurt all the time.
And anyways, cram your Trial of Grievance. Y'all ain't even a Clan any more. We dragged your asses home and whipped you good, and wouldn't you know it your buddies didn't hesitate to start whizzing on your corpse. You're just another Periphery wackjob now, get over it.
TRIAL OF ANNIHILATION ON YOU ANON!
Paladin Lear,
Another one, this time from a year or two after Operation BULLDOG.
