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Some people are born with a chip on thier shoulder, some are born with a silver spoon in thier mouth. Others are born under stars of bad luck on Asian zodiac calenders, others during a blood moon, and lastly some are born in the moment of when pandora's box is releasing its contents. Such is the case of the Doom Stars commonly referred to as "The children of Dr. Doom and Hell itself."
That is the story of the Doomed. There commander wasn't born with a silver spoon but one made of the stars. Her father was a interstellar merchant with a fleet of Jumpships and dropships moving cargo freely through out the newly created Federated Commonwealth, and shortly before the marriage was even in question. The family had been in business since the departure of General Kerensky's army. It is even known historically some of the family's transport were commondered for the exodus. The remaining SLDF forces compensated by becoming permenant members of the business.
Her birth came in the midst of the short lived 4th Succesion war on Arc-Royal. Growing up she learned the legend of the star league and how it might soon come back one day. Well Dominara Espoir Caliga was born with a chip on her shoulder, as well as being the middle of 3 children. She had it hard sometimes for independance and affection from her father. At her private schools she often recieved jars and snarls full of comments for her not being born "Blue Blood" or speaking "like a lady". Heck it was known she wasn't heir to any fortune other than the business because her father knew if her brothers didn't do it, she would be the one to carry on the family legacy. The chip continued to grow. Her academic rival was a spoiled baroness from Hesperus II and heir to a large share of stock in the mechworks on the planet. Not only that but she would take over one of the most powerful shipping companies doing business in the lyran commonwealth. This further pushed Dom into a corner.
They were both accepted into Nagelring, Dom got in based on her outstanding battlemech knowlegde and combat test scores with a full scholarship. Her rival bought her way in, as she usually did. Her father only encouraged her to do her best, and she said I don't want the family business, and he said, "All things will come in due time. Just be careful." As a father all he could do was his best by his only daughter short of making her the typical daddy's girl. As irony would have it, her rival showed up to the dorm room and stared at Dom. She immediately went to the housing head master and demanded she be moved. The headmaster silenced her with a demerit form for lack of disicipline. Dom laughed later as one of her friends had overheard the matter down the hall from the office.
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EDIT: This post is just TO&E More back story later:
Mech Forces:
Command Lance
Major Dominara Caliga (G1 P2) Vulture *Customized*
Elite XO (G2 P3) Rakshasa *Customized* LRM-10's switched to Clan LRM-20's....
Vet (G3 P4) Crusader 4D *Customized* Streaks removed for 2 more medium pulses / DHS / Add 3 JJ'S from extra heatsinks
Vet (G3 P4) Penetrator 4D
Assault Lance
Elite (G2 P3) Atlas *Customized* Will post later
Vet (G3 P4) Awesome 9Q
Vet (G3 P4) Battlemaster 3M
Regular (G3 P5) Zeus 9S
Recon Lance
Elite (G2 P2) Pheonix Hawk 3M *Customized* MG Removed / Add .5 ton of armor / ammo becomes small pulse laser (IS)
Regular (G3 P5) Spider 7M
Vet (G3 P4) Pheonix Hawk 3K *Customized* All Pulses are Clan Models / XL is Clan / Extra Ton goes to Tag
Regular (G3 P5) Valkyrie QD *Customized* Medium Pulse is a Clan Model
Battle Armor:
Regular Generic Inner Sphere Squad (Small Laser)
Point of Clan Elementals (Laser) Yes they brought their armor along!
Infantry Company:
3 SRM Jump Platoons (Regular)
Transportation:
Union Class Dropship *Customized*
"Orbital's Box"
Support Staff:
2 Veteran Administrators
2 Regular Administrators
1 Veteran Doctor
8 Regular Medics
3 Battle Armor Technicians (Reg)
6 Veteran Mech Technicians
10 Regular Mech Techinicans
Dragoons Rating: B
Tech Rating: A
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hmm, interesting CO...how old is she?
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29, she has just recovered from a coma, will cover in more backstory later.
Now you're talking. We demand a physical description 
She's available, we hope. |
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Commander's Profile:
Name: Dominara Espoir Caliga
Age: 29
Rank: Major
Heigh: 6' flat
Weight: 200 lbs (All muscle toned, and including mymomer limb replacements)
Eyes: Brown / Hazel (right eye is a cybernetic replacement from wounds sufferred in combat)
Hair: Black with a small patch of gray (result of coolant leak that she was exposed to)
Scars: Several scars across face, most are small and unnoticable unless up close.
Tattoos: One, left thigh, Kanji for grudge "Juon"
CBT RPG:
Childhood "Nobility" 6 & 11
Late Childhood "Military School" 7
Academy: Nagelring 8 & 10 (OCS Graduate)
Tour of Duty: Covert Ops 11
Tour of Duty: Lyran Commonwealth 10
Tour of Duty: Lyran Commonwealth 8 & 4
Attributes / Skills:
Brave
Contact: Friend in the Industry (Mercenary)
Good Reputation
Property (Share holder in Interstellar Shipping Company)
Wealth (Family is loaded)
Cha 7 (Very beautiful even with scars)
Scrounge
Enemy - Marissa Santiago "Hilton's Hunters" Nagelring Rival
Unlucky - Last mission with the Lyran Alliance was sole survivor of a Jade Falcon attack on her unit. She cashed in her commision and went mercenary. Her first mission was with another unit that was wiped out by the Clans, again she was the sole survivor. Her unit was charged with a breach of contract, she was unable to testify because she was in a Coma. Her father sent his company's lawyer to defend her. The result was the employer (Lyran Noble) was banned for a 3 year period of hiring mercenaries for misleading the unit and sending them to do a diversionary raid when initally hired to do a objective raid. The salvage taken by the unit was awarded to the unit. The penalities for failing the mission however would follow any remaining members of the units. The stigma was placed on her when after coming out of the coma she built a unit and was slapped with the black mark at the beginning. That is one of two things preventing her unit from having an "A" rating. The other is difficulty finding a Jumpship & Crew crazy enough to take her on, surviving two near fatal space accidents while docking has gotten around the rumor mill. Most crews consider her to have the devil's luck as she was twice the sole surivor.
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Dominara had no problems excelling at Nagelring, constantly competiting for the best scores, the best training and a one guy made her the warrior she is today. Her rival Marissa Santiago lived a lavish lifestlye, custom tailored uniforms, custom tailored friends almost, and a guarenteed ride to being another lofty social general were all for the taking. She never hestitated to rub it in Dom's face when she would get home from another wild night.
To this day no one knows how they survived each other for 2 years at the academy. In the end of the bickering, competition, and demerits came graduation. Dominara went to OCS and later to Covert ops. The social general went off to a posh position doing nothing.
What lead to the creation of the Doom Stars however is subject to great debates from speculators and even those within in the unit. At her first job as merc Dom joined up with a new fresh unit of noble's kids fresh out of the military who had never fired a shot, including one in anger. The job seemed simple enough, hit a com base deep in Jade Falcon territory. Great, no problem, they are off on patrol and they only had to deal with elementals. Yeah right, really easy.
The run went smoothly until the patrol came back! Two Mad Cats crested a hill from the east and a Vulture Prime was hiding in a lake. Most of the newbs had been cut down even in Assault mechs in minutes. The run for the dropship was a firestorm of pulse lasers, and missiles, but Dom seemed to dance through it all in her Pheonix Hawk. The Clan warriors weren't worried about a medium mech surrounded by assaults and other nasty things. The mission commander ordered the retreat just as his Battlemaster exploded from 2 ammo hits to its magazines. Dom was next in command and she rallied them into a formation that seemed to throw the falcons off. They managed to gut the Vulture with a fresh head shot, then a few lighter clan machines came from the direction of the heavily contested LZ...again being smart under fire made light work of the two Ullers. They grabbed the mechs as the dropship came to meet them half way. Out of a company of mostly assault mechs, only 5 mechs had survived the first onslaught. On board the ship the brats were crying historically, not prepared for the real horrors of warfare or what to do in tight situations proved being a social general's brat they were better off at home. Dom's mech was the last in, a random shot from a Falcon mech on the ground had jarred her bay door open. She couldn't get out of the mech, and only a slim bit of light could be let in.
'Great, I'm trapped her until someone rips my bay door open and gets me out of this mech, frak...' she thought. Well the Falcons weren't too keen on losing a facility, they launched a trinary of interceptors to harass them all the way to jumpship. The union was a newer model but not designed for the amount of punishment the falcon aerospace forces were inflicting. Luckily the fighters didn't have long legs and the chase broke off just as the union began to dock. Then Pandora's box opened, a seemingly harmless parting shot from the union's guns clipped a Falcon Batu in the engine and cockpit. The Batu cork screwed into an asteroid which sent it on a collision course with the doomed union. Warning claxons warned of a impending collision, and the brats scrambled to the air lock, and into space suits, and into anything else that would save them from their fate. Meanwhile Dom was strapped into her mech, helpless, the docking arm on her mech had cut all power minus lifesupport, and communications. She could hear the screams, and she screamed with them as her view screen showed the asteroid closing by the second. She thought of all the ways to die, this had to be the worst.
The union was waved off from docking, but it was too late. The asteroid slammed into the bridge, split in half and hit the cargo bay area and lower ship's life support. The impending contact ripped a massive hole in the cargo bay as the crew on the floor were sucked out into space, mech parts and tools made contact with ammo laying about causing explosions and shrapnel all over. Techs were turned into pin cushions as bits of shrapnel ripped them to shreds. It was worse for Dom as her mech bay was hit, her mech was instantly turned into a pretzel, the lower part of her mech was crushed instantly, the cockpit bore the brunt of the damage, she shoved her emergency life support pack in and began to use her respirator to breath as her cockpit glass began to crack. The Screams from those all over the ship were horrifying, like someone being dragged a hundred miles an hour across a river of nails, and tacks, and worse with no clothes. When things couldn't get worse the machine gun ammo cooked off in her mech, then shrapnel from the glass in her cockpit shattering gutted her left leg and right shoulder. They were hanging on by threads literally, and her blood was oozing slowly from her. The next moments she thought would be interesting enough as a way to die, then the pandora's box let out hope. The mech bay door closed. Life support in her cockpit returned to normal, and she began to pass out. Her bleeding slowed down as she forced clothes and bandages into her open wounds. She knew one eye was rolling on the floor or hanging by nerve endings on her face, but she didn't care. The pain was worse than anything she had ever experienced. Glass was sticking out on her face, and metal bits from the floor inside the cockpit were jammed into her legs and pinning them into place. As she lifted her head she heard SAR in progress over her radio, hopefully someone from the jumphip would get to her before she bled out...then she whispered, "With my luck, I doubt it...."
Hours later the SAR team recovered her and placed her in surgery, and then into a medically induced coma. They just didn't have the facilities to save her right there. It took only days for them to reach Hesperus II by pirate jump points. They placed her at the best hospital and care they could get on such short notice. Her father got wind by chance because he was on planet conducting business. It seemed the employer of her unit was a business rival looking for ways to get even. He paid the dropship crew for their services and took the salvage into his ship. The pheonix hawk was a total loss, the clan mechs except for the Vulture were stripped for parts to repair the vulture. The representatives of the MRBC and the employer immediately convened on the hospital looking for answers...the rest is history...
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The trial with the MRBC only took a few weeks, Dom lay in a coma for a year. Her father began rebuilding for her, but he did it in a clandestine fashion. He setup a series of dummy accounts, and consultants. They contacted her former comrades from her Academy days and the best Arc-Royal had to offer. By the time she had come around a descent sized mercenary force had been put together. The dropship crew that survived her last brush with fate even joined up.
The keynote qoute was, "If she survived and I survived, I think my remaining crew and I stand a better chance with her, not without her!"
With that it was settled. After 9 months of intensive surgery, cybernetic replacements, and myomer grafting she was functional. Emotionally however reliving that hell for a year in a coma made her distant, cold, bitter, and looking for a way to die.
October 3rd, 3054 3:15am, Hesperus General Hospital, ICU
"Get me the FRAK OUT OF HERE," she screamed as she finally came to. The nurses stormed the room to find her in a cold sweat and panicked. She then began trying to rip the IV's out and found herself bound on her right arm. It felt like dead weight, her left arm however picked up a bed pan and flung it at one of the nurses. The staff had to call in 3 big male nurses to wrestle her down and give her a muscle relaxant.
"Where am I?"
"Hesperus General Hospital, it is 4:23am, you have been in a coma for almost a year"
"What crap are you shelling out man?"
"The truth, you are the sole survivor of your unit, the dropship crew barely survived with half of its crew"
"Again? God like rolling the dice with my soul..."
"What are you talking about? try to relax, you have been under for a year."
"What about me? I don't want to sleep, get me out of this FRAKKIN BED DAMN IT!"
"Where are you going to go? one leg works and the other is brand new..."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"When they pried you out of your cockpit your left leg and right arm had basically been severed."
The drugs kicked in, and she passed out.
October 4th 3054
The drug hang over was a nice one, the pain had subsided greatly, now she had a new list of questions and gripes about living through that hell. She rolled her head to look at mirror on the ceiling, he was right, she had replacements, the best money could buy. But she couldn't feel them. Then she noticed one eye had a buzzing feeling to it.
"What the hell is wrong with my eye? Why is my eye zooming?"
"You have a cybernetic eye now, your right eye was heavily scarred from glass. We replaced that as well...."
"God what kind of Frankenstien FREAK AM I KNOW YOU S-O-B?!?!"
"You're alive, and your soul is still in there...interesting though..."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Someone is here to see you..."
At the door stood her father, a moderately sized guy, 6'3, big smile, brown eyes, dark skinned, with his hair cropped short.
"Rowdy as always, how are you feeling?"
"Daddy?" She began to cry, and she used her free hand to cover her eyes.
"Don't cry, I am proud of you."
"What are you talking about? The job was a bust, everyone got killed, and I was helpless...why are you here?"
With that the doctor let himself out. Her father glared at her in dissappointment.
"I have been sitting at your bedside for the past year, I moved my office to this rock so I could be closer to you. You are my child and I am here as your father."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, I reviewed what combat footage they could recover, and even listened to the com logs, you survived your first brunt with the Clan menace, you got 4 wet behind the ears social brats out of the mess and got them back to the ship."
"Yeah but we ate an asteroid, god, I saw people get sucked out into space, I saw death staring at me..."
"Well the mission bust wasn't your fault either, it was the employer, he was trying to bait & switch a dirty covert ops job against the Falcons. I took him to court, that is over."
"What are you talking about?"
"The Salvage and some of the mechs were awarded to you in the trial."
"What do you mean?"
"A company that had an inside man confessed and blew the case open. The MRBC declared the contract void, you aren't getting paid, but you are keeping the salvage."
"Did you do it?"
"No, I only paid for the transfer of the salvage. Someone else from your academy days did the rest."
"Who?"
"Does it matter, you have to start physical rehab soon or those new limbs will never be useful."
"Why Dad? Why now?"
"Because I love you" with that he buttoned up his jacket and moved toward the door, "Did you notice all the cards and roses?"
"No, I was happy to see you"
He turned around and hugged her, kissed her on her forehead and pulled her blanket up, "Good night Espoir"
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Halloween 3054, Hesperus General...Physical Therapy
"Get up there runt, 2 more laps...you have to break in those legs before Xmas!"
"What the hell? I have barely been up and going two weeks and you want 20 laps?"
"Captain Caliga if you do not give me 2 more laps I am sending you back to that bed and strapping you down myself! MOVE IT!"
Her old drill instructor from the academy paid her a visit. Sadly it seemed he wasn't leaving anytime soon either. The drill instructor stood at a mediocre 5'9, solid tree trunk build, gray hair, and a marine's haircut. You could never tell he was a mechwarrior, he served with the LCAF all of his career. An old friend convinced him it was time to go private sector. Pushing papers and diapers for noble's kids was no longer honorable for someone of his experience. He was a lovable old bastard though, fair, honest, dedicated, and loyal to the last breath. His first meeting with Dom was caused by her rival. The snobbish brat Marissa had been buying favors at the task of making Marissa's life miserable. It seemed demerits would have her out by the semester. Bruce took her under his wing. Then the record was set straight during a sanctioned duel when Dom wiped the floor with her harasser. After that the critics were silenced and her life moved on.
Dom looked at Bruce like the surrogate father away from her real one. Sometimes if he wasn't doing the drunk uncle routine. Bruce had a heavy drinking problem after his family was murdered by the falcons. He didn't know how to deal with it, and he need a understanding ear. Dom's father and him had traded business cards and found the conversation about doing private business worthwhile, especially since Bruce was mentoring his daughter. Bruce kept tabs on what Dom was up to and when he heard she had survived her first run against the falcons he immediately made the move to be there for her.
Dom ignored the flowers and cards. Most of them were from the nobles thanking her for a hollow attempt at saving the life of thier children. Others were from family members. She sorted them, and a nurse asked her why she was casting the rest outside the window. Her response was, "Blood is thicker than water, and damn sure worth more than hollow emotions from strangers."
The nurse was puzzled as she saw the windows going through the window were from nobles all over the realm. Dom looked at her and said, "There children despised me from day one. I'm not a noble, I'm not a heir to anything but my Father's company if my older and younger brother don't change their fortunes. I am on the outside looking in, and I will not be bought or comforted by flowers from those that used to spit on me." The nurse nodded as if it made sense, then moved on to the next room.
Dom had quickly got back into her training regimen. Bruce made sure not to abuse her as she adjusted to the new limbs. No sense is wearing out a second chance by being over zealous. Hesperus II's autumn was a mildly annoying season of winds and constant patterns of snow, wind, ice, rain, and humid as hell days. Bruce told her he had left the academy. Dom had already contemplated forming a unit. Just need a name...inspiration. Not some corny joke or jerk off unit name either. A new entry into the ward she was staying was a regular mechwarrior that survived a brush with clan Wolf raid. His nickname was "Cub" and at 5'4, 185 lbs, and a baby face it was hard not to call him cub.
He made fun of Dom's name and said she was doomed, and looked like some movie star. Then took a marker and wrote on Dom's pillow one day while she was at therapy. He scribbled, "Doom's Stars" on her pillow. Knowing she would be pissed about graffitti on her bed he hopped up on his crutches and moved down the hall to therapy of his own with a young nurse. Dom surprisingly wasn't pissed off. She was puzzled, and contemplative.
'Why do I want to build a mercenary unit? I should frakking retire, sell everything, and find a nice quiet planet somewhere to marry and pop out kids. Yeah right that is what mom would want. Dad said chase your dream. God knows it feels good to be up on both feet again,' She thought pulling out her survival knife and delicately cutting the pattern from the pillow case and put it on her table. She smiled at the simple beauty of it. Bruce knocked and let himself in.
"What do you have their captain?"
"Inspiration...or something close to it."
"What are you babbling about? You know you only have 2 months before we head out to Arc Royal?"
"Oh, what is that about?"
"Outreach is too hot, the Wolf Dragoons are engaged in their own private war right now, and I have a friend that negioiates contracts. We can get the job on Arc-Royal and still have it covered by the MRBC."
"Interesting, how did you pull that?"
"It's called contacts."
"Yeah Bruce, who do you know like that?"
"That's why I am the old man and your the up and coming unit commander."
"I thought it was your unit."
"No kiddo, it yours, you earned it. I just want to be your XO. About time I became a officer."
"You have to sh%&tting me right? You would follow me to war?"
"You know what your crawling under my skin, I took up for you when no one else would, that should set the tone of the conversation right there. Kid you have what it takes, I saw that in you the first day you suited up on the sims at Nagelring. I saw it when you trounced that Santiago brat in hand to hand. That pompous whench...well it is a deal or what?"
"You're hired XO. How many more people are hiding out in the wood work?"
"Well that kid pup is sitting on his ass, pretending to be hurt. I checked him out, he is descent in a mech. Primarily light ones. He is interested in getting out of this hospital, he is running scared from the bitter nurses."
"Cool, nice kid. I know he did this scribbling."
"Really? How?"
"The marker is sitting on his bed."
"So it is..."
"Get me out of here...now"
"Why, I have to get fitted for a uniform."
"What? How? You are a mess right now. And without a unit name?"
"Doom Stars. Black fatigues, Red shirt. In a hour XO"
"What? Doomed Stars?"
"No, the unit name is the Doom STARS, GET THE WAX OUT YOUR ASS XO!"
"Sounds good, how big are you trying to start off?"
"Mini RCT...."
"What, you gotta be pulling my leg..."
"No I'm not, a company of mechs, a jump infantry company, squad of battle armor, and maybe a dropship if my contacts can come through."
"I'm sure they will, permission to be dismissed to retrieve MechWarrior Pup?"
"Dismissed."
She started packing her bags, and looking for her noteputer. Another halloween, this time with a new costume.
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1 Hour Later
"No offense captain, but you look like a washed out Natasha whathersface," pup said trying to hold back his laughter. Dom responded kindly by sliding her boot into his gut. He dropped to his knees and almost doubled over. "None taken kid, none taken," She said moving her bag to the door way. Bruce smiled as he helped the kid up. "What was that for," he muttered under his breath.
The hallway was dimly lit, late hours to help patients sleep. The floor nurses paid the small band no mind and kept about their duties. He was right though, she did look like Natasha. Then it her, "Pup, what is your favorite color?" Pup looked up and said, "My name is Peter Osborne, not pup." Bruce smiled and Dom couldn't help but to ask.
"Why now? Why is your name important to me now?"
"Because I am 23, academy graduate and I am descent in a Mech. Your my CO and I would like to have some dignity in front of others that may become affiliated with the unit. Mam," he saluted and stood tall. "Now, what is your favorite color mechwarrior osborne?" Pup shoved away from Bruce and stood on his own. "RED, reminds me of blood Mam." He stood at attention because it was the only thing keeping him calm, the drugs in his veins were playing tricks with his balance. She reached into her bag and pulled out the scribbling from the pillow and handed it back to him. "Where would the red go?"
"Mam, the red wold be the planet breaking up, meaning it is awashed in blood and close to exploding. My other idea was to make the star gold or silver to keep the freedom of inspiration. The ring around the planet would be silver to show no matter what there is a silver lining to any bad clouds we might find ourselves dealing with it. " They nodded in agreement. The fatigues were comfortable, but she knew it was a temporary fit at best. Being on her back and being fed through tubes had flattened out her stomach. She knew that would be rock solid in a month or so. Bruce punched up his information on a noteputer hooked to a meeting room screen. The rest of the group followed them into the room naturally. A new face shut the door. Pup smiled and keep going on about his idea.
"Excuse me, this is a private meeting, who the hell are you?" Dom demanded. The new face was about the same height as pup with the same misguided look and immature expression. "I'm Pete's cousin. I was drummed out for bad attitudes, and insubordnation. He told me he had found a unit looking for a recon pilot. My name is Denise Deveraux, DD for short. I am impressed so far. Sir." Dom slid her hand up to support her face as her facial expression went to one of disgust. She was already barely impressed with Pete, and now his cousin. She opened up the known personnel files on her noteputer and begain hunting for DD's file. Bruce made eye contact with her and began, "What are you bringing to the table? What is your speciality?"
DD Moved to a free chair and then responded, "I'm a spider pilot, with 30 successful recon raids under my belt including 3 against the clans. My mech is one piece and sitting at the spaceport. I have 8 official mech kills. I have seen combat, and I am not some wet behind the ears runt." Bruce waved her to sit and he smiled himself. Dom was not seeing the silver lining at all, she was seeing future funerals and financial headaches that would soon come. It seemed her father had delivered her mechs to the waiting dropship. With the folders he had collected for her she had 7 mechs owned outright with the others bringing 5 of there own. She had a mech company to start with. Things were looking up. The first meeting covered everything from deployments, mech assignments, personnel, and what to do with the remaining salvage from her first unit.
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Thanksgiving 3054...Hesperus II space port....
"What the hell is this excuse of a clan mech doing in my bay?"
"Captain Caliga Sir, this excuse of a mech is a 60 ton Vulture, customized for you by your orders SIR," The technician saluted nervously. For a Vulture though it had given up 2 tons of pod space to secure maximum armor and survivability in combat. She smiled devilishly and walked the length of the mech bay on the dropship. The 3 other light clan mechs had been stripped of all useful components and what was left was headed down to the Hesperus II R&D base. Bruce made the rounds and looked for things out of the ordinary.
"Captain"
"Yes XO, how can I help you?"
"All 7 mechs accounted for, the other 5 remaining mechs will join us on Outreach. Then we will hitch back to Arc-Royal. That's it."
"Okay, first job?"
"Objective Raid or Garrison on the Clan Border."
"Hmm, we will do both."
"How?"
"2 of the 3 mech lances will be on the raid, while everyone else will be at home on the garrison contract."
Bruce eyes betrayed how much he didn't like that plan. His new fatigues were standard digital forest camo. Ugly but effective he thought since the target planet was heavily forrested and humid. The rest of the newbs assembled at attention in front of the Vulture. Dom was wearing the same camo pattern and her slight limp was annoying but hard to spot by an untrained eye. "XO, the raid is only 3 months, after that we rejoin the rest of the unit and sit out the remaining 11 months."
"Understood Captain."
"Great, how long is the ride going to take until we get back to Arc-Royal then off to our target planet?"
Everyone knew the answer but here, and her face wasn't smiling, "Sir, 5 Months and a half months."
"Frak it. Okay, everyone in the sims, we need practice and we got 5 months to do it."
"Captain?"
"Yes XO, we have 5 months to develop some serious tactics and formations until the rest of the unit shows up."
"Why bother at all? The rest of the troops are on Outreach."
"Yes, they are, we are going to practice with who we have now, then incorporate them into the unit cohessiveness."
"I see now. Good thinking."
"I learned from the best."
"Alright maggots, you heard the captain, off your butts and up to the SIMS, on the double."
Dom began climbing into her new omnimech. The Jade Falcon symbols had been removed, and the mech repainted in dark tones to match her moods. It had been slightly refitted. Removing the massive LRM 20 racks and pushing in 2 LRM 10 racks was a move that puzzled a few people. A medium pulse laser was removed for a MAD CAT arm including a Targeting computer. It was too soon to add it in though, she didn't have anyone with the proper skills to make the fit early enough. So her first mission. " I will be playing paddy cake with some damn falcons. Sad I am a damn entertainer for hire. I need a vacation. The Vulture skimmed down on the weight balance, but I get a ride home with a nice pc and I want to ask you something later Bruce."
"What's that kid?"
"Why did you want to join this unit? OF all of the places in the universe, why here with me and the damn ship full of people?"
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Outreach December 2nd, 3054
"You have got to be kidding me....the unit name is really the DOOM STARS?"
"Look, I just push forms, rubber stamp parts orders, and occassionally negoitate contracts, and yes that is the name for the office."
"God, I was better off with victor's immolators, or Dick's Dogders, god those guys were funny...."
"Uh, what happened to them?"
"Ghost Bears blew them away in orbit, poor bastards never stood a chance, guess you can't dodge fate?"
"Yeah well, what is the story now? this office has changed ownership 12 times in the past 2 years..."
The door blew open with a heavy thrust from a 7' guy in fatigues. He was bullish, the look in his eyes told you he was a Clan elemental. A little on the short side for one though. "I want a job, and I heard this unit was the best for me." Everyone in the office had never seen a clanner up close so it was hard to swallow and not laugh at his small voice. He staggered in his frame, rippling with so many muscles and scars that everyone quickly gathered brains weren't not included. Bernita stood up, "Well first tell us your name, and then take a seat." The Elemental did his best not to walk into the light fixtures and other furniture in the office. Even sitting down he was tall at 5' something. The guys at the front desk laughed quietly amongst themselves until they looked out in the hall and saw 4 more elementals even larger and more gangly then the one in the office. They all had the same color fatigues and hair cuts. Except there were 3 females beating on the guy. The laughing then got histerical in the office. The elemental could only look confused at the conversation.
"My name is Gorge, I have no last name. I recently arrived here on a Comgaurd transport from Tukkayyid."
"Interesting, what is your experience, where are you from?"
"I was born in Clan space, and I grew up in the Ghost Bear Iceland Sibko, I have fought in the entire Ghost Bear campaign in the inner sphere and recently was released from bond status by Comgaurd and my point and I arrived here a week ago and began looking for work."
"Okay, well the unit commander is in transit, she will be here in a week. Do you have a HPG address you can be contacted at?"
"I think so, " and he began fumbling in his pocket. His frame and his voice were no match at all. He sounded like a 3rd grader with a mouthful of ice cream. His point members moved into the door way and looked around. They snickered at the pint sized humans and the lead female mustered a question, "Are you merchant caste or labor caste?" The guys at the front stood, "We are administrators for the Doom Stars, what is the difference between merchants and laborers?"
The elemental squeezed through the tight door frame and clarified, "Merchants deal with supplies acquisition, provide feul for warfare and serve warriors, Laborers build things and clean latrines, what is your function?"
"We are merchant caste by your standards. We serve the warriors of this unit."
"Aff, understood, when can we begin?"
"The unit commander is still in space, if you come back in a week we will have room for you then."
Gorge and Bernita emerged from the interview office and slapped the newly ordained merchant on the back of the head, "They need to be lodged, they have no place to go. We are taking them in until the captain gets here."
"What the hell? Why?"
"You idiot, what part did you not comprehend?"
"The whole kit and kaboodle"
"Shove the wax out your six now, give me the card, and then get the truck ready."
"Yes maam, and I am quitting tomorrow."
The Elementals stared at each other but they easily recognized who ran the office. They were moved to a nice hotel downtown close to the hanger of the other warriors waiting to join the unit. Strangely enough they liked the atmosphere of the office. Gorge thought aggression was a nice trait to see in merchant caste for a change. Especially in a land he was not well versed. |
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December 4th 3054, at the hotel....
The original battle armor team were sitting in the lounge, it was a nice evening, not hot, not cold, nice enough for the guys to play cards, trade war stories and eat the pizza. Nothing interesting was on the holo that night, minus units going on missions for the DCMS and not knowing where they were headed. Then the door slides open, the elementals are carrying there luggage following Bernita to there rooms. The leader of the B.A. Team pipes up, "Hey Bernita, what's with the cans?"
Bernita had been annoyed all day and not having her coffee had only made it worse. "Mckenzie, front and center you bottom feeding maggot son uf a $%&'#, as a matter of fact all of you worthless mama's boy farm idiots front and center! NOW!" The elementals were further surprised by how Bernita could handle the situations that arose in the unit. The battle armor team drop the food and stood. Mckenzie was a little pissed, but he was trying to make her smile. He further gave up on asking her out due to this incident. Bernita smiled, she knew Mckenzie was sweet on her, but she enjoyed busting his chops. She dropped her briefcase and stormed towards him, "These are your new teammates, do you have a problem?"
The assembled four said together, "No Sir! Canners are just as good as spheriods to US! Sir!"
The red headed elemental woman stepped forward, "Really surrat?"
Mckenzie pushed his team mate back, "What is it to you amazon breading reject?"
Bernita slapped Mckenzie and pushed him back to his position in formation, "I see we have some cultural misunderstandings to deal with, time to clarify." Bernita seperated them into lines facing each other, Gorge was facing a plant since inner sphere teams only come four men strong. She straightened her suit jacket, double breasted and double D's didn't help the bulge. She hated that and wanted to get a reduction but being a Merc Administrator with minimal health insurance prevented that.
"Okay Maggots, I am calling all NINE OF YOU MAGGOTS, you are battle armored infantry, no one likes you right now. Especially ME! I run the Merchant Caste & The ADMINISTRATION! GOT THAT?!"
All of them answered, "YES SIR"
She poked the red headed elemental in her stomach, "I don't care if you are eight foot 1 or 6 foot 11, you belong to the Doom Stars. If I hear any $%&# out of you about who is more important or who has command I am personally shoving my size 9 and a half up everyone's &$$ sideways until I get a new color on my shoes, DO YOU READ ME MAGGOTS?!"
All of them answered, "YES SIR", and McKenzie smiled...Then she slapped him on the fresh side of his face...
"IS SOMETHING FUNNY BATTLE ARMOR COMMANDER?"
His pride shot twice in one day betrayed him, "The Merchant Caste Administrator is attractive when swearing like a sailor, SIR!"
Everyone smiled. Bernita smiled and left him alone. Her phone rang, she looked at the screen then whistled to the bell boy. "And on the last note, this hotel has officially become property of the Doom Stars, this is your barracks facility. The 63 men coming in now are your allies. They are the Infantry Jump Company. I feel it is time we got some things clear, Captain Clark, join us."
Clark was a barrel chested Jar head, you could just tell at the cut of his uniform he was a knuckle head with scars. "YES SIR!"
Bernita rolled her eyes. Then she pointed everyone to the meeting room across the foyer, "In 5 maggots, see you there."
The 10 assembled grunts made haste to find the good chairs. Bernita looked at her phone. It seemed a few favors from Dom's father put them ahead of schedule in transit, they would arrive on Outreach on New Years. A nice change of pace. Bernita was a mechwarrior, but a couple of injuries and surviving an ammo explosion placed her on permanent desk duty. The nice dinners, dates, and donuts however betrayed her frame and plumped her up to be the dream office fantasy lady. 5'9, brunette, and thick as a plumped rabit had many men swearing their affections to her, but she had eyes on a grunt she liked slapping around.
She strayed across the foyer trying to collect herself in a orderly enough fashion to not swear like a sailor. As they all seated, she began.
"Ladies & Gentleman, the Doom Stars are a combined arms mini battalion. Our tactics are hit, fade, ambush, and salvage. That is right, we salvage, everyone pitches in, none of the techs are pulling double duty. Before your first contract goes you are all going back to training, basic tech skills, Battle Armor teams you have to learn how to maintain your own gear, no excuses, we are tight right now for room on the roster. It is all you. Jump Infantry are learning Medical skills, demolitions, security, and basic facility maintenance. Any questions?"
The red head raised her hand, "I wish to declare a trial of possession for the Mckenzie warrior"
The room was floored, "What are you talking about?" Bernita asked.
After everyone finished laughing the elemental spoke again, "I want him to serve my bed needs, I wish to declare a trial of possession for him since you are not woman enough to take him into your own bed."
Mckenzie flashed 8 shades of red and wasn't even interested in being the bed toy of an 8 ft amazon, no matter how attractive she was. Bernita smiled, chuckled a bit.
"What is your name elemental?"
"Elemental Point 2 Sonya"
"Elemental Sonya, your trial is declared VOID. He is an equal warrior, but since you are not official yet the overall commander has to approve your trial. Understood Quiaff?"
Sonya was again impressed at the knowlegde of Clan law by Bernita. She began to think Bernita was a Diamond Shark 2nd Grade who left warrior duty to become a merchant. She just wasn't sure. "Aff Merchant Bernita. Understood." The other elementals were astonished that a Merchant, a lowly surrat inner sphere merchant had quieted a warrior, what a world the inner sphere was.
"Now back to the briefing. Our first job is an objective raid. All of the Infantry forces and two lances of mechs are getting in on this job. Elementals you will mounted on Commander Dom's Mad Dog omnimech. Understood?"
The elementals responded unanimously, "AFF Merchant!"
The other side of the room was moderately annoyed, Clark opended up, "What does AFF & NEG and Qui-what the butt mean? It's nice to have these amazons provide covering fire for my guys, but what else can they do besides speak that funny english?"
Bernita slide a folder to him labeled 'Understanding Clan Law'. "Clark you can read right," Bernita started as Clark nodded, "Good start."
Then she turned to the rest of the Room. "Mckenzie, stop staring, your team and Clarks are holding the LZ. Your forces are catching a different ride to the garrison planet. Got it? If you screw up the unit will start over with a Assault Lance. Got it maggots?!"
They all nodded, the room was silenced. Everyone had their own collected thoughts, two jobs, and if they screwed up the main one everyone was dead. What a nice way to start the weekend. "IF there are no further questions, Elemental Sonya, outside. The rest of you are dismissed." They all stood at attention and exited. Sonya remained behind.
"Sonya, you don't understand the Inner Sphere's culture, if you like someone you don't declare a trial or fight for them. You start off by talking to them. I'll be more than happy to explain it to you if you like?"
"Yes, but then how should I refer to you? Merchant? Bernita, or both?
"In formal briefings, ADMINISTRATOR Bernita, otherwise Bernita works just fine."
"Okay Bernita, may I be dismissed, quiaff?"
"Aff, go try pizza, if you wait the jump boys will eat it all! I know they don't share."
A crash was heard in the distance of the dining hall. Then the door blew open, Gorge was fighting off a squad of Jump infantry for a box of pepperoni and olives, "LISTEN UP SURRATS THE OLIVES ARE MINE" as he wrestled them off of him. The squad leader yelled, "OVER MY BOOTS YOU BASTARD!" Bernita & Sonya smiled, "it looks like we are a clan now quiaff?"
Bernita smiled and headed towards the door, "NEG Elemental, we are a family now. Just waiting on our parents to get home."
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December 12 3054, Lyran Space closer towards Solaris VII...."Orbitial's Box" Debriefing room
"That was better than last night kids. I am impressed, and your XO is even thinking you all are coming together nicely."
The room smelled of dried sweat, fried nerves, and exhaustion. Dom had them on 18 hours drills in the sims, strecthing their patience and abilities to the breaking point. Eventhough she wasn't holding up well herself that silent satisifaction of knowing that if her heart stopped she wouldn't have to care anymore. Bruce noticed she had a wicked gleam in her eye as she cluthched her heart quietly. She had a rabid look to her like she was a cornered animal. Pete have given her a swift beating in the sims, pushing her to her own breaking point. Bruce had even gotten in a few good licks around. Keeping the kids in line while forging them into a tight team. Something was wrong. He pulled her arm, "Xo needs to speak to the commander in private."
She hustled out of the room and down into her "office".
"What is it Bruce?"
"What the hell is wrong with you? We have been on 14 to 18 hour sim runs since we lifted off, the kids are dead tired and they are giving it their all. Where have you gone, you looked like a cold blooded killer a few minutes ago. This is your unit, not the falcons, and not that brat from the academy."
"What are you talking about? I'm fine...just trying to get inside their heads is all I am up to."
"Horse Sh$$, you have been holding your heart since we got out the sims, your breathing is heavy, you look rough, you look like death really..." His voice trailed out. She had tuned him out, staring blankly into his eyes like something important wasn't coming from his voice but from his eyes or maybe even his very soul. Bruce had that effect on people she guessed.
She sat, slowly like a old woman getting into a wheelchair as he continued. He even pounded his fists on the desk and then she clicked back into the conversation.
"Are you even understanding me damn it? We have been in the sims almost 2 consecutive weeks. If they don't have it by now they will have never it. They aren't JAPANESE damn it! We don't have to practice to death! Or wait...if you want to die I will through you out the airlock right now. I can finish that little deathwish for you right now," as he reached from her. Dom reacting kicked the desk into his thighs pushing him back, "Damn it I don't have a death wish. Back off"
"Why? Where did you go? Did you hear half of what I said?"
"I understood it, I am working the kids to death just like you worked me back at the academy...am I not striving to be the best and brightest that NAGELRING has to offer? What is it?"
"No, you completely missed it, this isn't NAGEL at all, this is a dusty old cursed damn dropship out in the depths of space with a bunch of misfits, a old drunk bastard of a drill instructor and a airheaded space cadet survivor with a bionic eyes and replacement limbs...."
"What are we doomed to fail?"
"No," he said kicking the desk back at her, "doomed to succeed if you dig your collective head out of your ass."
She stood, "What do you mean? This is the best whoever that big spender could get, a washed up drunk, a couple of dishonorable discharges and my bionic body? Is that a joke? We can do it. We can do whatever we work towards. IF you don't like your job, leave."
He slapped her, her hair waved as she wasn't expecting the hit. It jarred back to reality as she fell back into the chair. "I will leave when I damn well please kid, I treated you like one of my own because everyone else turned their backs on you at Nagelring. I took you in because I saw a good leader of men and someone competent enough to bring her troops home alive. I dealt with you because you could hack it, you're tough. I don't recognize the imposter sitting in your skin secretly looking for a way to commit suicide."
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