Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Oct 12, 2003 15:16:41 GMT -5
(OOC: Here's how this'll lay out alright? Everyone starts out as a typical soldier looking for Merc work during the Steiner/Davion conflict of 3067. This takes place on a planet called Epsilon Eridani not far from Terra, it has been a hotbed of Steiner/Liao/Davion/Kuritan battles since before the coming of Kerensky's Warriors. If you want to use a Clan Outcast you'll need to ask permission first. No Munchkinism plz. No starting mechs as they will be provided. Any questions should be Pmed to me.)
Two men sat on an outcropping of rock above a small town in County Shu, Drinking coffee as the watched the town slowly come to life. One of them had to be in his forties, his graying hair and weathered face belying the energy in his eyes. The other looked to be about twenty-three or so and had his silvery hair pulled back into a small tail reminiscent of the Kuritan Samurai. The older man looked over at the young one, "Well Typhon, after that last scuffle with the Eridani Guard we've lost almost everyone including your brother. I seriously doubt those "Discreet" flyers will bring in quality warriors." Typhon smiled into his cup as he saw a jeep fly up the hill and heading for the other side, "Well you'll just havta make them good Kreit, although whoevers in that jeep seems to have some skills...."
Sighing, Typhon got up and hopped off the boulder. He slid a good ten feet to a small (for a mech) rock valley which had served as their base camp for a few days now. The camp seemed empty with it's five tents and makeshift garage showing no activity at all. On the other side sat the surviving mechs; Two Shadowcats, One Orion, One Bushwacker, and His personal Black Knight. From outside one could see enough parts in the garage to cobble together another mech, two if you were lucky. Quietly he walked into the tent labeled "Star Dragoon Lair, No wussy beer." his trenchcoat flapping in the breeze as he went in.
Two men sat on an outcropping of rock above a small town in County Shu, Drinking coffee as the watched the town slowly come to life. One of them had to be in his forties, his graying hair and weathered face belying the energy in his eyes. The other looked to be about twenty-three or so and had his silvery hair pulled back into a small tail reminiscent of the Kuritan Samurai. The older man looked over at the young one, "Well Typhon, after that last scuffle with the Eridani Guard we've lost almost everyone including your brother. I seriously doubt those "Discreet" flyers will bring in quality warriors." Typhon smiled into his cup as he saw a jeep fly up the hill and heading for the other side, "Well you'll just havta make them good Kreit, although whoevers in that jeep seems to have some skills...."
Sighing, Typhon got up and hopped off the boulder. He slid a good ten feet to a small (for a mech) rock valley which had served as their base camp for a few days now. The camp seemed empty with it's five tents and makeshift garage showing no activity at all. On the other side sat the surviving mechs; Two Shadowcats, One Orion, One Bushwacker, and His personal Black Knight. From outside one could see enough parts in the garage to cobble together another mech, two if you were lucky. Quietly he walked into the tent labeled "Star Dragoon Lair, No wussy beer." his trenchcoat flapping in the breeze as he went in.