“In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king”.
JP (Pitbull) ————————-——-Battlemaster
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April 16th, 3025 : System – Aurore : Inquiries were made to formally meet with The Warlord, and an appointment was arranged for the 20th in a meeting of the full court. The unit took advantage of the opportunity to take a few days of downtime for the crew on-planet.
April 20th, 3025 : The Command Group gathered aboard their Hover Limo “Elite”, and escorted by some of their marines, made their way to the colonial government domes in full formal regalia. After passing through security, they entered the main hall, a large formal setting filled with warriors and pirates and government officials as though it were a regular court. The locals had a formal uniform, a charcoal-grey military style jumpsuit, that easily stood out among the prates and rough soldiers. Above the group, stood a BL6-KNT Black Knight, threatening anyone who dared come close to the end of the hall unbidden.
Major Erika Hartmann “Glamour” was introduced as “Lady Glamour, Reaver of the Stars”, approached the throne-like area at the far end of the hall, where The Warlord sat talking with a pirate about raiding an Inner Sphere world. Sitting beside him was Consort Maetel Legend on his right, and several rough-looking individuals who seemed to be either actual members of The Starlords – “The Brotherhood”, or its senior pirate-lords. The discussion laid-out basic Starlord policy, wherein the Warlord might want something within a particular Starlord’s territory, and would hire a pirate to conduct the raid. The pirate would proceed, offering a share of its raid to the leader “owning” Starlord, and then bringing the appropriate item to the Warlord. After all parties were agreed to the contract, it was concluded with the words “Bargained well, and done”.
Eventually, Glamour was given leave to speak with the Warlord, and she approached the throne, bowing deeply and made her case for claiming the title of Starlord. Her voice was low enough that only those around her heard, and immediately, the Warlord demanded the hall be cleared. After everyone but Glamour’s party and those around the throne had left, he asked to examine the item closely. He admitted it appeared to match one of the missing “San’Grael”, but he required provenance from someone who knew the former owner, and could trace the San’Grael’s history. With the unit’s forces at the jump-point, it would likely take three days to get some, once they’d examined their personnel rosters.
Immediately, the tall, barbaric pirate-lord stood and demanded proof of her claims by combat. He demanded to “…crush the interloper with eight-hundred tons…”. Glamour countered with 750 tons, and identified the pirate as Humzan “The Giant”, leader of the pirate group, “The Knights of the Stars”. The pirate-lord agreed, closing it with the words “Bargained well and done.”. Glamour asked for three days to get her forces present, but the “Giant” demanded that the agreement was complete, and the Warlord agreed, saying she had two days to bring her forces to the salt flats north of the landing field and meet the challenge of the Giant_. They left the hall and made their way out to the, sending a message out to the fleet to bring in all their toys. They then spent the next couple days going through rosters and coming up with their list of units to use in the duel.
April 22nd, 3025 : The unit’s ships landed at the starport, and the group set about readying their Mechs for the fight. Several of the pilots were under some duress fro increasing the burn-in speed to 2Gs, so they could meet the challenge, but it was a risk the group willingly took. Once units were assigned, the group headed out to the designated spot, and found the Giant’s forces waiting for them. They lined up facing each other, and insults started to fly back and forth across the channels.
Colonel Kanto Jokukad “Pitbull” demanded a duel with the Giant himself, which was gleefually accepted. Captain Pol Baca “Templar” followed suit challenging both the Orion and the UrbanMech next to it, also accepted. Lastly, Captain Michael Anderson “Fixer” challenged the two UrbanMechs next to the Atlas group, also accepted. And it began.
Pitbull opened with a shot into the Giant’s Mech; a Gauss Cannon shot that hit it squarely. The Atlas’ opened up with their LRMs, but couldn’t bring anything else to bear.
They got closer and heavy PPC fire lanced from the unit into the pirates. Templar blew into the center torso of the Orion, shattering its heat shielding with a critical hit, and watched as the Mech collapsed in on itself, then exploded in a miniature nuclear explosion. Trooper Bodrick Thompson “Blaster” hit the Head of the Crusader squarely with a PPC and critically damaged its Life Support. MechWarrior Eric Lars “Caboose” got in two PPC strikes on an Atlas, and Pitbull hit the Giant’s Atlas with another Gauss shot and a PPC, but it responded with another few shots. Captain Mitchell Kitsune “Wraith” managed to hit one of the Atlas’ tearing into its Head, and with a massive critical, blew the head clean off, dropping the Mech.
The pirates responded with a scatter of LRM fire, but were slowly closing.
The three fire support Mechs closed with their four UrbanMech quarry, striking multiple times, but the Urbies proved their worth, weathering the barrage and letting loose with their ACs. Fixer did hit with all his MLs in a barrage that tore apart one of his dueling targets, knocking one Urbie out of the fight.
In the main group, there were multiple shots ranging back and forth, and the one Atlas managed to get in a shot on Caboose, blowing apart his RA with its AC/20. Blaster got off a PPC shot into the Atlas Head he was targeting, but it continued forward.
Templar blew off his target Urbie’s RL with a well-placed PPC shot, knocking it prone to the ground. Blaster got in a lucky shot on the Crusader, blowing its ammo and tearing the Mech apart. Pitbull got in a lucky shot on the Giant with a HS critical. Everyone else got in a few shots here and there.
The pirates got in a few shots, but their return fire seemed to be slackening.
The battle for honor had taken a turn.