*Battletech: Planet's Fall

Samara's eyes went to her armor status panel and grit her teeth as the hits came in. "Go. Now!" ---- Move orders: Warhammer runs to 1627 by way of 1427 and 1528. Icarus jumps to 1422 facing Whitworth. Panther jumps from 1126 to 1323. Panther #2 jumps to 1423 facing 1523. Firing orders: Icarus: Alpha...

"Keep it going." Samara updated her lance's waypoints and sent her Warhammer smashing through the trees and brush, looking to make the heavier mech a more appealing target. ---- Move orders: Icarus to 1225 Panthers to 1126 and 1226 Warhammer to 1327 Firing orders: All mechs, target Patton tank. Icar...

"Understood. We'll be careful." Samara input the route for her lancemates, aiming to avoid the main road where she thought they'd put mines and hoping to use the woods as cover and concealment on the approach. ---- Move orders: All units, full run, heading north into the nearby woods (1026-1227 fore...

"We're up." Samara told her lance ahead of setting off. The other three pilots looked at one another as Samara turned and headed off to prepare. Leaky pumped his fist: he'd won this round in the betting between them on how many words they'd get out of their lance leader.

"Switch it up." Samara pushed new waypoints and target assignments to her lancemates and swung her Warhammer around. ---- WHM-6R 4/6 run to 0711 facing 0812 everything not a PPC on ON1-VA (heat 0+12-18=0) ICR-1S 4/6/4 run to 0610 facing 0611 ALPHA on ON1-VA (heat 0+10-10=0) PNT-9R 4/6/4 walk to 0811...

"Track that pod." Samara barked into the mic at her throat, glancing at the lance status readout in her cockpit as the Raven went up. Pepper's life signs were still tracking, so that was something. "Fridge, move in. Leaky, stomp that crawler." ---- WHM-6R 4/6 run to 0608 facing 0607 everything not a...

"Hostiles at these coordinates." Samara sent the relevant grid coordinates to Lieutenant Daniels, her mouth tightening at the targeting computer's appraisal of the weapons on the Demon. For a moment, it struck her as strange that something with wheels should be considered a tank. But the naming of s...

"No, I...music isn't really something I know. I just listen to it. So, whatever's good."

Samara responded awkwardly. Truthfully, but awkwardly all the same.

Samara keyed the transmit button to her lance's comm net. "Let's go." Fridge, Pepper, Leaky. The acknowledgements rolled in. The shooting hadn't started yet, so Samara took a moment to center herself like she had been taught. The thrum of the Hagetaka was all around her and the heat from its reactor...

Samara was out pitching in on the salvage! Sure, she couldn't exactly determine brass from dross, but she knew what seemed like a good weapon or usable chunk of armor. And at the end of the shift, she could even do her bit towards carting it away with a loader mech. ---- Step 1: D4 EA, Salvage Opera...

Samara filtered in towards the back of the room. Respectful of the chain of command, she let the higher-ups figure things out but was present in case her opinion was sought.

Samara votes for C, with no attempt to persuade others.

"Hey." Samara replied.

The silence stretched a long moment.

"Nice tune. Gonna keep playing?"

The shift back to gravity was taking some time to get used to. Sleep was elusive, so Samara went down to the hangars to see to her lance's mechs. At least, that's what she told herself. She was really there to just see one. Standing at the foot of the Warhammer and looking up, even she couldn't hide...

"Stack of wood?" Samara asked. "Maybe. Why? You lost your wood or something?"

Realizing there was someone else there, Samara picked herself up from off the tree. She was still a little winded, but it was amazing what stores of energy one could find when their pride was on the line.

"Eh? Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just getting some exercise in. You?"

Leaning up against a nearby tree, Samara forced herself to breathe slow, even breaths. Sure, she had tried to stick to a workout schedule in transit but there was only so much that could be done in the ship's gym. The idea that she could have backslide in fitness was unconscionable. Balling her call...

Voting C.

Opting not to influence anyone.

Name: Samara Kinugawa Rank: Sergeant Occupation: Mechwarrior Callsign: Hannya Height: 5' 10" Hair: Blue-grey (bleached, colored) Eyes: Violet Age: 29 Build: Athletic Sex: Female Joining up with the company in 3049, Samara was recently promoted and placed in charge of her own lance following the Kele...