Crimson Fists Mission 1

Taurdi · **Joined:** Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:22 am **Posts:** 1324

OoC: Alright! We're going to have this briefing post, which will address the mission and such like, then an opportunity to ask questions and or make suggestions, then we'll jump straight in to the combat. If you feel like you want to make any suggestions as to how the plan could be adapted or something then do so. Part of the point of this is that you, the players, can and will influence how things unfold. Also, unless Sali finishes his bio before the mission starts his character will not be taking part and will be... I don't know, eating fish or something.

On board Home Elena stood at the front of the briefing room, a shimmering holographic display laid out before her showing a broad stretch of land, thickly forested with a moutains to the north and foothills to the south. At her side stood a large, imposing Altaurian by the name of Grelsonaith Bruntlaive and a human woman wearing a Leiutenant's uniform of the 17th legion. Elena waited for her crew to settle down, taking them in with a little smile. They'd do just fine for this, though she still had a bad feeling about it. "Alright people listen up. This is Ambassador Grelsonaith Bruntlaive, and he's got a little job for us to do. The woman is Leiutenant Mia Frentz, she's to be our local support and liason on the ground. So, without further ado, Ambassador the floor is yours. Elena walked to the side of the room, leaning against the wall and watching her old acquaintaince at work. Hopefully he'd keep this short and simple, the Fists needed action as soon as possible.

"Thank you Commander Draxx. Greetings all of you. I know that you're all practical people so in a gross violation of all protocol I shall skip the flowery speeches and such like and proceed directly to the unvarnished truth of the matter. I, on behalf of the Altaurian government, have hired you to do a job. A job that requires the utmost secrecy. Nothing that passes between us in this room ever leaves it. Now, I'm not sure if any of you have heard about this but we have... an issue. This issue is called Trelivor Corsinth." On the screen behind the ambassador a large full body photo of the Trelivor flicked up, and to one side a list of his personal details and known history. He appeared to be the typical Altaurian diplomat, tall and broad shouldered like the bulk of his race, with a piercing stare and a warm, pleasant face. His list of tours and brokered settlements scrolling down off to one side was certainly impressive. Clearly this man had been a high flyer amongst the Altaurian Diplomatic service.

"This is your target. We would like him... silenced, permanently and discretely. We'd send in our own armed forces but we're afraid that such an act might make him some form of a martyr, draw others to his ridiculous cause. You see Trelivor has gathered a band of followers on Jalrev I, a border colony close to Skarvene territory. He's calling for democracy amongst the empire, and.... people seem to be listening, at least on Jalrev. The rest of empire's shrugging its shoulders, calling him a madman, but I've been told that in person he's particularly charismatic, and more and more people are flocking to his banner. We can't have this, especially not at this time of tension with the Skarvene build up along the border. Our plan is to take you and your mechs in a large civilian cruiser, specially fitted for mech transport. Once you reach your designated insertion point you and the leiutenant will be enter the atmosphere via drop pods, landing directly in the centre of the rabble encampment that Trelivor has constructed. Once you've landed, you will proceed to secure the area, dealing with any resistance as you see fit and ensure that Trelivor breathes his last. Leiutenant Frentz, if you would like to carry on from here?"

"Thank you ambassador," Mia's cool, collected tones took up precisely where the ambassador had left off. "The camp itself is lightly defended. From my own personal examination of it and the scouting reports I received approximately an hour ago there are six mechs defending it and a collection of ragged looking fighters. I estimate that maybe 50% of these fighters are operational. The mechs appear to be of a retired Altaurian design, all medium class with light armanents. If you'd direct your attention here," she said, gesturing at the holographic display, "The red dots circling the encampment represent the mechs' patrol routes, so far they've never deviated from that pattern, always staying within a kilometre of the camp and circling it in groups of 2, 4 on patrol, two in the camp itself. The guards are rotated off of their patrols approximately every 3 hours. These blue dots indicated probable drop co-ordinates for you and myself, a tight pattern around the centre of the encampment. Finally the yellow dots indicate heavy weapon emplacements, one at the centre and 6 more scattered around the perimeter of the camp. Those these could function as AA defences, they are not currently angled to fire that way, and by the time they could be brought to bear we would already have landed. Trevilor makes his home here in the tent marked purple on this map. So, the plan is simple. We use orbital drop pods to land in the centre of the encampment, destroy any and all resistance and eliminate Trevilor. Any questions?" Mia raised an eyebrow as she folded her arms, taking in the Fists once more and wondering if they actuallly deserved the reputation they'd made for themselves.

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