Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Ranee Margo Louis Battalion (Part 3)

"Bishop Three! Status!" Curtis shouted over the comm-link. The status panel for Bishop Three showed that the 'mech was still functional, but it did not say anything about the pilot. Curtis' concern for the young pilot was abruptly cut by a blaring target-lock warning followed by a silent searing bright cerulean beam from the COMSTAR Pheonix Hawk that slashed through the armor on Aura Deva's arm.

"SHIT!" Cursed Jackson as his battle-computer displayed the loss of nearly half-a-ton of precious armor from his 'mech's left arm.

"So much for diplomacy!"

Curtis jerked Aura Deva's upper torso to the left, bringing the far-deadlier Hatchetman into his sights.

"Adara! The Hawk! Lex! You're with me!" He ordered over the comm-link. Curtis did not wait for an acknowledgement and braced for the heat-surge as he released another fusillade of Deathbloom LRMs. The Hatchetman's pilot also seemed to realize that Curtis' seventy-ton Archer was the greatest threat on the field. It raised the deadly Titanium Hatchet built into its right arm in challenge and triggered another leap this time roaring towards Curtis' position! Curtis' LRM's failed to follow the rising 'mech  and cratered the ground where the Hatchetman once stood. A fifteen-percent hit was pock-marked the Hatchetman's spindly legs, but they failed to impair the 'mech's advance.

Friday, May 31, 2013

Baby Steps back to Sanity - originally posted as a Note on Facebook, October, 2010

I just read the wiki on Jonathan Larson, creator, composer, songwriter behind Rent. Did you know that he never got to see it performed? He died of an undiagnosed problem before the curtains first rose on Rent. I found it interesting though that the play revolved around him. His life. His experiences. He dated a dancer who left him for several men but kept coming back eventually leaving him for another woman. Rodger was a room-mate.  

I did something very similar in a “rush” situation during my college days. My dearest friends needed a play to pass literature class for Shakespeare week. I was feeling nostalgic  over Les Miserables and had created a piece of offal that Carlos Carino outright rejected – and I don’t blame him – he did give us a second chance though but I was too busy dealing with Ria and her move to ostracize me from her life – one friendship I have never been able to rekindle. In the end I took the anger, frustration and Ria’s choice last words to me and built a play around it. “I need a friend who’s here, even if he’s just a friend as long as he’s here.” Even my reaction was put into the pot “What the hell does that mean?” Personally I still don’t get what she needed or what the drama was all about. Dense? Maybe. But I don’t get it.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Ranee Margo Louis Battalion (Part 2)

Adara's company monitor indicated that Major Dorne had split his tank column up into two groups. A lance of medium tanks was skirting it's way at flank speed leaving behind the main column of heavy tanks and technical support units. The mediums would reach their position within five minutes, the main-body would make it in around ten.

Plenty of time for the battle to swing either way.

Being not to keep on the idea of being involved in close-quarter-combat, Adara had wanted to protest Hauptmann Jackson's decision to send the Knights back. They could seriously use their help against the COMSTAR QRL. While they were all veterans - except for Alex - this was the first time for the lance to be in actual combat. And while Curtis Jackson may be one of the original survivors of the Ranee Margo, he was untested as a CO. The lack of a meshed unit could very well lead to the destruction of their lance and their deaths. Hauptmann Jackson's unorthodox methods did not inspire confidence in the young Leftenant.

Unfortunately there was no time to argue tactics.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Egg Salad

Photo courtesy of the Healthy Blood Diet
A tribute to my mother who passed away on September 4, 2008 - as salvaged from my original Multiply Blog:

Egg salad. I never figured out how my mom made egg salad. With the help of Tita Maggi – yes, the Tita Maggi (if you’re old enough to remember the show) – I found out that if you mix a little pineapple or cheese – depending upon your taste – into the boiled egg and mayo mix, you end up with something that tasted almost identical to my mom’s egg salad. But I am completely certain that my mother never opened a can of pineapple bits or grated cheese when she made egg salad. I guess I’ll never figure out how she made it. I’m quite sure Egg Salad isn’t among the hand-written/typed recipes on index cards that she keeps in a tin box around the house.

One time, I made a complete soupy blunder attempting to copy it, that the dogs wouldn’t touch it.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Ranee Margo Louis Battalion (Trial post)

ARC-2R "Archer" from MWO Forums
“We’re clear!”

Leftenant Kerstine Wendorf scream over the company frequency failed to drown the sickening crunch of ferro-fibrous metal and the deafening crack of an ancient wooden pine as Hans crashed his battered Jenner into the wood line. The scarred Jenner’s left torso slammed into a massive pine tree and the spindly legged war-machine twisted with a tortured scream of dilapidated metal to the right of the sturdy tree creating a billowing cloud of dust, oily-smoke, mist and debris. In complete contrast, Corporal Hans Kristoferson silently succumbed to his injuries, becoming Echo Company’s first official casualty in an undeclared war.
“Bishop-two to Bishop one, all Knights are in Hauptmann.” reported Adara adroitly. After a short pause she added “Hans is dead.”

“Bishops power up!” was Curtis’ only response as he ignored the death of a fine man and brought his seventy-ton Archer, nicknamed “Aura Deva” to life. The slumped machine snapped erect with the sudden surge of electrical power from the Battlemech’s fusion engine flared through its myomer muscle structure filling Curtis’ cockpit with a wave of comforting warmth. The targeting data from Max’s Oscout immediately scrolled along Curtis’ primary monitor. The Instatract Mark VII targeting computer showed that the COMSTAR Quick Response Lance or QRL had entered the one-point-five kilometer war perimeter. The QRL was still too far to be properly identified, but the computer indicated that they were medium weight jump capable ‘Mechs. They were currently leaping along the plains at a speed of roughly one-hundred and fifty meters every seven seconds which would put them right on top of Bishop Lance in roughly a minute.

Curtis’ computer immediately drew a line ahead of the QRL’s approach indicating the effective range of his lance’s Long Range Missiles or LRMs. LRMs had an effective minimum range of one hundred and fifty meters and a maximum effective range of six-hundred and seventy-five meters. The Bishop’s advantage was that they were not and could not be spotted immediately by the rapidly advancing QRL. However, trying to hit a target that was moving at twenty-one point four meters per second half a kilometer away was virtually impossible even with the sophisticated targeting equipment of his Archer

He needed them to stand still.

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