Optimus_Prime
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Neveronsiege Chapter-8(Long)
#89593 - 04/15/04 01:50 AM (65.73.71.111)
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Yes it's finally here! I hope you will enjoy this thrilling new edition to my evolving story. Enjoy!
“More coming in our right flank!” Vapor’s gravely voice yelled at Stalker through his ear piece. “No worry’s. I got it covered.” Stalker replied with calm professionalism. He back turned his massive Stalker assault mech to the right and throttled up to maximum speed. It was only a few seconds before he Targeting the closest mech and leveled his crosshairs on an Avatar Omnimech. His crosshair’s burned a gold hue indicating his weapons locked on to the heavy mech. He keyed his Large laser’s into his firing chain and blasted the Avatar with Lasers and missile’s. The Avatar leaned back hard but the pilot managed to keep the heavy mech on it’s feet. The pilot responded Stalker with it’s right arm mounted LBX-10 Autocannon with out adjusting his aim. Most of the fragments pock marking the snow covered ground and decimating a small tree.
“Awww, the poor tree. It had so much to look forward too.” Stalker taunted over the loud speaker and quickly fired his four medium lasers. Melting nearly a ton of armor off it’s left arm and torso. Suddenly two bright blue pulses of energy impacted at the Avatar’s knee joint. Slowing the mech to a crawl for a few seconds as the EMP round’s energy disrupted the power flow to the leg actuators. They were followed closely by several salvo's of autocannon fire viscously scaring the Avatar’s left side. Stalker glanced at the Avatar’s damage levels, which showed alarming shades of red on almost it’s entire left side. He blasted the Avatar with another burst from his four medium lasers. Melting away what little armor was left on it’s left arm. A sudden rush of heat into the cockpit from the reactor temporally turned the Cockpit into a miniature sauna. A bead of sweet dripped down his fore head but resisted the urge to wipe it off. A sudden PPC blast that came from behind Stalker’s mech delivered the final blow to the Avatar. Destroying the internal structure just below the knee actuator as it was in mid step.
It fell on it’s left side squashing it’s arm located their under it as 70 tons came too a screeching halt. ”Dam you Moloch. He was mine!” Stalker sarcastically jibbed. “Bah! Try to help people and look at what you get.” Moloch replied sarcastically. Sudden shock through his mech alerted Stalker of his next opponent. A small fleet-footed Scarabus was racing towards his mech, with it’s Hatchet up in the air posed too strike. It got close enough to his mech to swing down with it’s hatchet, causing minor damage and in the process jammed the hatchet in the thick armor of Stalker‘s Mech. Quickly responding Stalker raised his Mech’s foot and kicked the Scarabus in the chest. Knocking it over on it’s back. He walked his mech up in front of it and just as it was getting up and slammed his Mech’s foot in the chest again, this time stomping on the mech with over 85 tons of raw power. The Blast bolt's around the Scarabus’ cockpit released as the Mech’s computer detected the heavy damage to the reactor and automatically ejected the pilot. Stalker walked his mech back a bit to prevent the explosion from damaging his own mech. Luckily for the Scarabus pilot Neveron had been experiencing warm weather for the past couple of week’s. “Warning, missile lock detected!” His on board computer warned . He turned his mech towards the missile lock signal’s source to find a Catapult perched on the crest of a hill. A few seconds later it unleash a swarm of 40 LRM missiles in his direction.
“Ah hell” He mumbled. Attempting to dodge the missiles he turned his mech perpendicular to them. In the hopes that some may miss his lumbering behemoth. A friendly blip showed up almost directly behind him on his radar and before he knew it the missile’s went awall. Some went straight up twirling and spinning then exploding at their peak, others slammed into the ground creating a spectacular line of golden fire in their wake. “What the hell?” Stalker twisted his Mechs torso to the right to get a better view of the vehicle behind him. A Surveyor-class support vehicle greeted him with it’s multipurpose jammer dish. Capable of jamming targeting, tracking and radar systems within a specific range. It was a small 2-man crew Tank that although it looked bulky and heavy could sprint well up too 100 Kph in a few seconds. He twisted the torso back towards the Catapult to see it running for it’s life as a mixed lance of light Mech’s and Hercs aggressively chased it across the battlefield. Stalker turned his mech back towards the Surveyor. It Celebrated it‘s victory by twirling in a circle a few times “Hey, thanks for the save back there boys, I...” “Ahem, I think the proper word would be Ladies...Sir.” The Surveyor pilot said in barely noticeable Cajun accent. “Well then ladies, I owe you a few rounds ounce we get to Neveron City! And I don’t suppose one of you ladies are single?” The two women giggled. “Ah, sorry were already taken. Cya around.” The tank then drove off to help out some place else.
Moloch had walked his Thunderbolt behind Stalker during his flirting session and over heard the blow off. He patted his comrade’s Mech with his own Mech’s hand. “It’s alright man, it happens to the best of us. Besides, their tankers.” Stalker almost busted out laughing . “Yeah your right, it just wasn’t meant to be.” Moloch chuckled at his comrades comment. “Moloch, Stalker, Thunder; This is Marauder-2. The Blakest force’s here are in full retreat. Also looks like also those artillery tank’s gave us the slip.” Stalker sighed. It was discovered after the short lived liberation of Thunder’s city that Neveron wasn’t under siege by Clan Wolf force’s, but instead Word of Blake force’s. They had been using Clan tech on the weaker, out laying empire’s too wipe them out quickly and. “Roj that Dan.” he switched to the general command frequency. “All unit’s this is Moloch, proceed to the next objective at maximum speed.” Stalker throttled his mech up and headed towards the nav-point. “ah, Stalker.” “What?” “You seem to have this large Axe shaped object stuck in the side of your mech. I was wondering, do you want me to take that thing off of you or do you want to keep it as a hood ornament?” Stalker suddenly remembered about the about the Axe that the Scarabus jammed in his Mech’s armor. “Oh, that thing? Well I was thinking about mounting it on my wall with all my other weapons. What do you think?” “I think your nuts. Now hold still.”
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Another artillery round streaked past Prime’s Axman Battlemech. Missing by only a few meter’s. He slammed his fist on his control console in frustration. “Sarah, where's that damned air support I called in on almost 30 minute’s ago!” “Their currently dealing with enemy fighter’s at the moment...Hold on a sec I'm getting another transmission.“ A short pause ensued “Belay that, their on their way. E.T.A. is five minutes.” prime sighed in relief. They had been held up for almost an hour by two well placed Artillery tanks on the other side of the river they were fighting near. It didn’t help matter’s any that temperature’s were way higher than normal, causing the river to rise up. And the fact that it was on a mountain side meant it was nearly impossible for most land bound vehicle’s to cross due to the rapid currents would carry them down river if they tried too. And their was very few Hover tanks at Prime’s disposal, as most of them were with Moloch, Stalker and Vapor at the moment on the base of the mountain and it would take them hours to climb the only way up. “Heads up people! Two company’s of Pegasus Hover tank’s crossing the river!”
Just as the last word left his lip’s, In almost perfect unison, all of the 24 hover tank’s fired their SRM-6’s in Prime‘s direction. Unable to use his jump jets, due in part that the terrain on his side of the river was extreamly rough, landing would have been extremely difficult. He strafed his mech down hill. Explosion’s went off around him as missile’s streaked past and exploded against object’s behind him. Leveling his crosshair's on the closest hover craft. They burned a gold hue when his weapons locked on. Just before he pushed down the firing stud 15 missile‘s slammed into his mech. Breaking the lock and almost tripping his mech. After a few stumbling step’s he regained his Mech’s balance and keying his AC/20. With out correcting his aim, Prime let loose the fury of his Mech’s shoulder mounted 120mm Autocannon on the advancing hover craft. Most of shell’s harmlessly hit the water, creating huge fountain's as the shell’s collided with the river bed. A 120mm shell hit it’s mark on one of the tanks, not destroying it but causing it connect with water. It tumbled down the mountain side helplessly as the rapids carried it down hill.
An artillery round exploded near prime, throwing his mech a few meter’s towards the river and landing on it’s stomach. “Those god damned, [censored] head Wobby’s” he cussed as he positioned his mech back on it‘s feet. He leveled his cross hire's another Pegasus and waited the few agonizing seconds as his weapons locked on. “Seven down, seventeen more too go, yeah .” Prime muttered. In the distance he could hear the whiney roar of turbine engine’s. Prime looked up and saw two rapidly approaching shimmering lights in sky. As they got closer he could hear the unmistakable shriek of missile‘s. Out of pure ignorance or stupidity, the Pegasus’ weren't even phased by them. Despite the fact that they were heading right towards the middle of their formation. No more than a second later the two missile’s collided with and destroyed two of the center hover tanks. Enveloping them in a massive fireball taking two other tanks with them. A squadron of Banshee-class land skimmers swooped down and began strafing ground targets with laser and autocannon fire. Scorching and pock marking the ground with missed shot’s. “Commander, Sir. This is Saber one, Sorry for the long wait. But there was...umm, some issue’s to deal with. In anyways...when we took out one of the last enemy flyer‘s, we received a transmission from the base at the foot of this mountain. To make a long story short, Their sending out what force’s they can to cut off a retreat path for the wobby’s. They‘ll be arriving within 15 minutes or so.” Prime was stunned at this news. Recon showed that base was leveled almost two week’s ago.
”Oh and Sir, Your may want to change you IFF codes to these.” After a split second he received the IFF code’s and adjusted his accordingly. “Acknowledged,” he flipped to his regiment’s command frequency. “All unit’s this is Prime. Change you IFF codes immediately to the one I'm sending.” he punched in the code’s to his computer and sent it. Suddenly the other side of the river erupted in a massive explosion. Followed by several smaller chain reaction explosions. Then another massive explosion sending debris of metal and sand in all directions. “Enemy artillery is in flame’s. You ground pounders can give‘em hell anytime now.“ Saber one said. “Roj that. Field engineers move in and setup the bridge‘s, I want them done in five minutes, Lightning company secure a beachhead for the engineers. All other unit’s will provide cover fire along the beach.” Prime hastily ordered. A flurry of acknowledgements flooded the com-net for a few seconds as commander’s acknowledged their orders without hesitation. A line of ‘Mechs, Hercs and Tanks stretched almost half a kilometer along the river. The area between the two opposing side’s erupted in a massive fire fight. The smell of ozone quickly filled the immediate area, as red, green and blue laser beams, the white streaks of Autocannon rounds, the golden plumes of missiles and musty black streaks they left behind and the Green plasma bolts of Blaster fire filled the air. Prime had set him self near the mobile bridge as close range support.
“Half way done in half a minute, not bad.” he whispered. He scanned the target rich river bank in search of a opponent close enough to bring his short ranged weapons to bear on it. And spotted fleet-footed Griffin ‘Mech heading towards the bridge. “C’mon, Just a few more meters...” Just as the Griffin came into range of his weapons the ‘Mech’s chest turned a bright orange and exploded in a magnificent fireball. A Predator A-grav tank drove on top the remains of it’s latest victim and did a victory twirl over it. Suddenly a Highlander ‘Mech landed almost on top of the Predator A-grav which moved out of the way just in time to meet a point blank range salvo of twenty LRM missile’s. The Predator wouldn’t last long against that Highlander at that range. “Sir. Bridge one is done; We’re moving on to the next one.” The chief engineer reported, in a slow almost lazy drawl. “Ace. Signal your boy’s over to the bridge ASAP.” Prime ordered as he began crossing the bridge. “Already did.” Ace said. Half way across the bridge Prime engaged his jump jets. As he was coming in for the landing Prime raised his ‘Mech’s right arm. Just as the Highlander was about to deliver the final blow to it’s victim with it’s huge metal fist, Prime slammed the Axe into the Highlander’s left shoulder. Partially severing the arm from the main body. The Highlander spun around and slammed a fist into the stomach of the Axman.
Almost sending Prime into the river behind him. Thinking quickly he grabbed the Highlanders arm and slammed his Axe into it’s chest. Leaving a long ragged gash acrossed it‘s left side. And then fired his ‘Mech’s shoulder mounted Autocannon into the gash. Destroying the missile launcher located there. Prime let go of the Highlander’s arm just as the missile ammunition exploded, the back of the mech exploded in a golden plume of fire as the case system located there vented the explosion out of the back of the ‘Mech. The Predator had by now had limped it’s way back to friendly lines. Undoubtedly to find the nearest MFB bay. A Gauss Rifle slug from the Highlander slammed into Prime’s mech with a tremendous force. Prime’s mech reeled back. He was just a few feet from the water’s edge now. A trio of ruby colored beam’s stab at the Highlander. Melting the armor plating along it’s torso into metal goblets as they broke off. Followed by a larger crimson laser beam. Eliminating what armor remained on it’s torso. Prime fired at the Highlander with his ‘Mechs energy weapons. After his first volley of laser fire the Highlander was engulf in a massive explosion leaving nothing but a burning chassis and legs. “Bridge three done, moving on to the final bridge.” reported the chief engineer, in the same lazy drawl. “Roj that.” Replied prime. He looked to his left and was greeted by Ace’s Wolfhound, it‘s grey, red and black camo pattern made it stand out from the terrain. “Thanks for the support their Ace.” “Bah. It was nothin.”
A twin set of ruby laser’s stabbed at Ace’s Wolfhound, missing only by inch’s. Prime looked in the direction the beams came from. Only to see a Toyama unleash a swarm of LRM missile’s at him. He charged the missiles and engaged his jump jets when the were close. Causing the missile’s to fly under him and harmlessly streaked up into the air and disappear from view. Prime checked his radar display and noticed the flood of allied unit’s crossing the bridge. Ounce Ace’s unit’s were a crossed, Prime would signal his Unit to cross, so their was no traffic jam as Ace put it during the briefing. He fixed his targeting reticule on the Toyama. When he heard the hum of weapons lock he keyed all his weapons to fire, and squeezed the trigger on his joystick. Autocannon slug’s and Laser beam’s rained down on the heavy ‘Mech. An Autocannon round impacted the ‘Mech’s left arm, causing it to flay to the side and rapidly jerked the ’Mechs torso in that direction, it took a few step’s back as the pilot attempted to stabilize his ‘Mech. Prime landed just a few meter’s from the Toyama, beads of sweat began to form on his body as the heat from his reactor bleed it’s way into the cockpit . He slammed the mech with his Axe, ripping a hole in the armor just along side the cockpit. Followed by a trio of Medium laser’s into the gut of WoB made Battlemech. It reeled back a few more step’s, and fired back at Prime with it’s own lasers, ferro fibrous goblets sprayed in all directions. His status display started blinking at him, highlighting his ‘Mech’s left arm in a blood red.
He hefted his ’Mech’s right arm up and was about to strike the Toyama with another slash from his Axe only to see it engulfed in a firestorm of missile’s and autocannon rounds. He quickly looked a crossed the river and not to his surprise it was a lance of Herc’s providing fire support. He looked back at the Toyama, the firepower engulfing it suddenly stopped, the ’mech twitched as a spark flickered in the gash Prime made close to the ‘Mech’s fighter craft style cockpit and shortly there after the pilot ejected. The Toyama fell backwards as the systems in the mech shutdown. “All my people are across, you can signal your people across now.” Ace said. “Roj that.” Prime said. He switched to his general command frequency. “Okay you’ve done your job, now get your butt’s over here, on the double!” They retreated slowly to the bridge, still providing support for Ace’s troops. Prime watch on as Ace’s troops repealed and pushed against wave after wave WoB force’s. “Commander, this Saber one. I have that base’s commander com’s right now. Should I patch him through to you?” Saber one asked. “Patch him through.” Prime replied. After a few seconds of static he received an almost crystal clear transmission. “Greetings commander. I‘m the commanding officer of Heavens Peak base. You can refer to me, for now, as Apoc. And I must say it’s good to see friendlys this way for ounce.” Apoc said, his voice filled with relief.
“Indeed, it’s quiet refreshing for us to see a...intact N.D.C. base for ounce.” Prime said. “Time’s short General...Prime is it?,” Apoc asked. “Yes, it is” Prime replied. “Okay, anyhow. It’s only a matter of time before the Wobby’s detect us. We’ll setup an ambush point quickly on the only other way down off this mountain and power down, while your force’s drive them to that point.” He sent a data packet to Prime and a Nav marker appeared on his HUD. “I would suggest staying about a two hundred meter’s or so away from the nav marker...we have a special surprise in the way of C.M.D. mine’s in store for them.” Prime could almost see the grin on his face. Command detonation mine’s were a rarity on Neveron, not because they were hard to produce but instead many empire‘s used cheaper and easier to use proximity mines. Only the Neveron Defense Console used C.M.D. mines with regularity, in particular the high explosive kind. ”Roj that. I’ll relay this to my troops...Also I would like an opportunity for them to surrender. If they don‘t you can use your fireworks.” Prime‘s voice showed that of concern. He didn’t want any more casualty’s than absolutely needed, even if they were Blakest’s. “Gotcha, we‘ll hold of the fireworks intel you signal us.” After Apoc acknowledged Prime‘s request, he cut the transmission. So that the Blakest’s wouldn’t detect it. “Hey Ace were you listing in?” Prime asked. “Yup, I’m sending our troops the new objective’s list as we speak.” Ace responded. “Dam Ace, your on top of things today for ounce.” Prime joked. “ “Oh shut it.” Ace replied, also joking. Prime sighed. “I suppose we should get back to work eh?” Prime asked in a fake depressed voice. “Yeah I suppose. You take the left, I’ll take the right.”
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It took only a few minute’s to break the Blakest line’s and force them into a full withdrawal. Undoubtedly because of Moloch purposely reporting their supply depot was captured. They were only a few hundred meter’s from the kill zone now. Ace and Prime’s force’s had formed a horse shoe shaped formation around the Wobby’s, to prevent them from spreading out and to tunnel them into a beeline to the mine field. Ounce they entered, Prime or Ace would signal Apoc to power his force’s up to fully in circle the Wob force’s. They were making only a token attempt at attacking Prime and Ace’s force’s, instead concentrating on getting their butt’s out in one piece. They hit the fifty meter point and flipped on his com channel to Apoc. “Their in the kill zone, I’ll give them three chance’s to surrender. If not well...you know what to do.” Prime said with a bit of regret. “Gotcha, sir. Powering up.“ Apoc and his battalion of ‘Mechs powered up in almost perfect concert to each other, closing the U formation in a elongated oval. The lead Blakest ‘Mechs halted dead in their tracks, several Mech’s torso twisted rapidly from side to side, taking in their situation. “All unit’s hold fire unless otherwise told.” Ace ordered. All the allied force’s held their fire, the Blakest force’s doing the same though not with out hesitation Prime switched to a unsecured com channel. “Word of Blake force’s, this is General Cameron DiMarco. Power down your ‘Mech’s and exit them now, and you’ll be treated with full P.O.W. right’s.” He paused, no answer.
“Don’t be stupid and through your life’s away in a hopeless battle. Power down now and exit your ‘Mechs.” Again, no response. He narrowed his eye’s. “All unit’s fire one volley above them, don‘t hit‘em. Use direct fire weapons only.” The sky above the remaining Wob force’s filled with laser and autocannon fire for a second, just to show them he meant business. “This is you last chance. Surrender now or be destroyed. Your choice.” This time he got an answer. “Rot in hell!” The Wob commander shouted over the open com. And they open fired with all of their might. “Wrong answer...” Prime mumbled under his breath. “Light up the fire works.” he said regretfully. The area the Blakest’s were standing on and around erupted in a magnificent explosion that quaked the ground with a massive force, Prime could feel it even in the cockpit of his sixty-five-ton ‘Mech. Bit’s of dirt and super heated metal rained on his Axman as large thick dust cloud covered almost a five-hundred meter radius. Prime waited for what seemed to be the longest minute of his life for the dust to settle. When it did it revealed nothing but a smoking crater. ”Beta regiment to command. Reporting mission successful. Moving to the last nav and setting up a guard position around Heavens peak base.” Ace reported. His voice was slow and calm. “Acknowledged. Convoy is moving out. E.T.A. is ten hours.” Sarah’s voice expressed that of extreme boredom. Prime switched to the regimental command channel “All unit‘s form up and head out. Lets get out of this hell hole.”
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And just to tell you guys ahead of time this was going to be longer but I decided to seperate the Combat from the "Down time", so chapter 9 will be out hopefully by the end of this month!  Which will also add several other plot twists.  Also From now on Neveronsiege will be known as Neveron: The Siege. Brillant name change isn't it? 
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zugzug
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Re: Neveronsiege Chapter-8(Long)
[Re: Optimus_Prime]
#89645 - 04/15/04 11:12 AM (142.165.170.63)
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Good read man, always loved yer Nevsiege stories.
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Stalker17
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Re: Neveronsiege Chapter-8(Long)
[Re: Optimus_Prime]
#89733 - 04/16/04 03:12 PM (65.82.235.219)
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nice. I hadn't read 4-7 when you put 'em out, but I still understood this scene pretty well. so kudos to ya for that.
just one little suggestion: in the part where you fight the highlander and toyama, the sentences seem really choppy. most of the time if you just put periods in different places it would fix it imho.
oh yea, and I really liked the scene with me it.  if I was in my character's situation I can definitely see me asking out the chicks that just saved my ass.
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Flameseeker
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Re: Neveronsiege Chapter-8(Long)
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#89916 - 04/19/04 02:37 PM (66.82.9.65)
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Hehe, very nice.
I'm gonna need to upgrade my Wolfie pretty soon, there's only so much butt you can kick in a 35 tonner, even if it is a Wolfhound.
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Optimus_Prime
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Re: Neveronsiege Chapter-8(Long)
[Re: Flameseeker]
#89995 - 04/20/04 01:56 AM (65.73.71.48)
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Stalker: Glad you liked your charactor's "action's" And I recently reread through it I know what you mean about the Parts Were my charactor fight's the Highlander and Toyama. I didn't see that intel you pointed it out.  .
Flame: How.....how dare you question a wolfhounds Asskicking ability! but seriously I was thinking about that to after chap-7. All I'll say right now is that something will happen
Oh and note how I said three "Ruby beams" and then I say a larger "crimsion beam" hint hint...(In other words your Wolfie their was Modded with Siege tech  )
And although It wasn't clearly metioned in this chapter. Stalker your mech was a wee bit modded too(Note how I didn't exactly metion what kind of missile's your mech Fired)
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Flameseeker
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Re: Neveronsiege Chapter-8(Long)
[Re: Optimus_Prime]
#90035 - 04/20/04 01:47 PM (66.82.9.54)
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I'm sorry, I bow down to you, master of the Wolfhound butt-whooping.
(It was lag, I swear.)
Anyway, I'll take anything over 65 tons with jumpjets and big guns and stuff....
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Stalker17
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Re: Neveronsiege Chapter-8(Long)
[Re: Optimus_Prime]
#90036 - 04/20/04 01:47 PM (65.82.235.219)
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hmm, what are they???
BTW, I noticed the Catapult fired 40 missles instead of 30. Is that modified too or is it just the MW4 version??
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Nimon
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Re: Neveronsiege Chapter-8(Long)
[Re: Stalker17]
#90047 - 04/20/04 02:41 PM (65.240.118.50)
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There is a catapuly out there that has 2 LRM 20s and 2 small lasers (I have a few as fire support lances). That is how you get 40 missiles launched.
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Stalker17
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Re: Neveronsiege Chapter-8(Long)
[Re: Nimon]
#90059 - 04/20/04 04:19 PM (65.82.235.219)
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oh. oops...
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