FRS Chpt 6

==Falcon Rising - Chapter 6 -==
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===Rearm and Reconfigure===
Date: 3049
Location: Jade Falcon Dropship, TheseusUnspecified Inner Sphere System
Star Colonel Pryde's Summoner stomped into the bay, clear damage written across armor panels from where the defenders had managed to get some good hits in.
The 'Mech powered down in its usual gantry position as the woman slid down the ladder, her pace measured as she headed for the showers.
"Freebirth," she said as she walked by. "Ensure that Theseus' pods are shifted to one less dependent on ammunition, our stores begin to run lower than projected."
 
"Acknowledged," I replied, as I shifted the gantry over and climbed into the cockpit, Gray jumping in beside me and sitting in the jump seat as I began to run diagnostics. "Any preferences, Star Colonel?" I stuck my head out of the cockpit and yelled over the sound of the machinery.
 
"Alternate Configuration Delta," she responded. "See to it that it is completed shortly, I will have Jasper inspect your workmanship."
 
Nodding, I pulled out a notepad and began jotting down the damaged armor plates and weapons, waving over a team to assist with replacement parts.
 
"We have got a damaged autocannon and five tons of armor to replace," I stated. "Then we've got to swap the pods out for alternate configuration Delta."
 
"Armor first," Jasper stopped by to remind me. "Then swap out the configurations."
 
"Because we never know when combat might occur," I finished, turning to supervise the removal of the armor, directing the joists to lower as I climbed up and began removing the bolts that held the armor in place.
 
After spending a few hours replacing the armor panels, I set aside the damaged armor into the scrap pile where it would be recycled into new plates at a later time.
 
"Scraps are up!" I yelled out to the forklift operator, the wheeled vehicle picking up the pallet and driving off with it.
 
"I need two Large Lasers, two Mediums, a pair of MGs, and an AMS," I muttered to Gray as she wagged her tail at me "C'mon girl, we've got to go get authorization from J."
 
I stood up and walked over to where the man was consulting with a pair of other technicians over what looked like a damaged Timber Wolf.
 
Standing by patiently, I looked out of the bay at the fields and forests of the world the Falcons had conquered,
 
It was a beautiful world, as were many of the worlds that were out in the galaxy. Even the harshest of planets and moons had something amazing about them.
 
But then something caught my eye, there was something shining in one of the trees, and long, near-forgotten memories of late night videogames told me what it
 
"Get down!" I tackled the trio to the ground as a sharp "Crack!" echoed and a bullet bounced around the interior of the 'mech bay, eventually finding purchase in another tech's leg. Bolting up, I grabbed a medkit and began tending to the other mechtech as an Adder filled the nearby copse of trees with flames from the fixed flamer attached to the Omnimech, the forest blaze sending up a torrent of smoke that would kill the sniper if the flames themselves didn't.
 
"You're going to be okay," I told the tech as I pulled down tight on the tourniquet, his screams filling the air as I began tightening down the windlass. "I'm sorry," I hooked it in and strapped over the windlass, writing down the time I'd applied the TQ before reaching for the medkit again.
 
Pulling out a roll of gauze, I ripped the packaging open with my teeth before packing the wound, the tourniquet had done its job though, and less and less blood flowed out as I began to shove the gauze in little by little. Keeping pressure with one hand, I finally had it packed before a second pair of hands took over keeping pressure on the wound.
 
"Good work," a medic pulled out a bandage and wrapped it around the leg before nodding at the team that had arrived. "Up and onto the stretcher in three, two, one," they lifted and put the man on the wheeled stretcher, the team leaving aside from the first medic. "Anyone else get hurt, quiaff?" He asked.
 
"Neg" Jasper shook his head at the medic. "Good work," he glanced at me.
 
Thanks," I exhaled as I sat and looked at the blood on my hands. "Fuck me, man, I'm too fucking old for this shit." I rubbed bloodied hands through my hair as I began to bring my breathing back into control. "I should be retired and back on my farm, not out here patching up youngsters like that."
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===Physical Training===
Location: Mech Bay
"Freebirth," Martha nodded as I entered her office. "I have heard of what happened in the repair bay. "Your bondcord," she commanded, and reaching out, grabbed his wrist and cut the first section of the Bondcord off. the braided fabric falling to the ground. "You have shown yourself as courageous after the events of yesterday, and as such, are one step closer to becoming Jade Falcon."
 
She then jerked her chin towards the door, indicating for me to leave.
 
I left the office, exchanging nods with Darya Pryde as I headed back to the 'Mech Bay.
 
"Star Colonel," Darya stepped into the office. "I was on patrol and am responsible for missing the assailant that targeted our technicians. I will pay whatever penance is owed."
 
"Neg," Marthe shook her head. "You were responsible for the vehicle and enemy threats, infantry was to be watched for by the Solahma and Elementals among us. That they missed one is shameful, yes. But it was dealt with, Quiaff?"
 
"Aff," Darya replied. "The entire forest was set ablaze."
 
"Then the matter is done," Star Colonel Pryde stated. "Prepare yourself for the next wave. We must be ready for us to be bid in an offensive as a part of Wave Two, Operation REVIVAL has more to demand of us and we must be ready."
"Yes, Star Colonel," Darya clicked her heels together and left the room. She needed to check on her Adder and ensure that it was repaired from the previous engagement.
 
Then she would find the Bondsman, she needed to exert energy, and training on the mat would be a good way to eliminate the excess. And if she could persuade him to couple with her afterward, that was something that would merely be enjoyable for the both of them.
 
Yes, that would be the plan for the remainder of the day. There was not much daylight left according to the local time, and she would rather be productive than not.
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===Work and Play===
Date:April 10, 3050Location:Bensinger, Federated Commonwealth
"Technician Jasper," she located the man supervising repairs to a Timber Wolf. "I would inquire as to the state of my Omnimech."
 
"The documentation is kept in the office," Jasper glanced up from his clipboard. "The Bondsman can show you where it is located.
 
With a shout and a wave, Jasper caught the attention of the old man and his strange eight-legged creature.
"Bondsman Hull," she inclined her head, showing respect to the ones who maintained their 'Mechs. "I was told that you could show me the maintenance records for my Adder. Then, I would like to train with you on the mats once more."
 
She leaned down and allowed the creature to sniff her hand before a smile spread on her face as she scratched it behind the ears.
 
"Let me go get those records," the man walked over to the office, the door closing behind him for a few moments before he reappeared with a file folder in hand. "Here you are. Let me know when you have finished going over them and then I'll meet you on the mats. I'll need a bit of a clean beforehand."
 
The Bondsman's hands were offered in grease from working and maintaining the weapons of war.
 
"Aff," Darya accepted the folder. "I will meet you there in thirty minutes, Quiaff?"
 
"Aff," the man nodded, leaving and calling his creature to him with a snap of his fingers as he walked over to Jasper. There, a short conversation took place before the Bondsman left the 'Mechbay, heading for a nearby shower as Darya finished flipping through the folder, nodding to herself as she found everything in order.
 
And now that her work was done, it was time for some fun.
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