MechWarrior 3/Pirate Mission 1
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Mission 1[edit]
BRIEFING[edit]
Scourge: It was only a matter of time. First the Rim Collective, then the Federated Suns, both out to take what’s ours. Or rather, what is Mistress Ryan’s. Personally, I’m surprised the newcomers aren’t at each other’s throats, fighting like lapdogs for table scraps. Considering politics of late, they should have been at it the moment the DropShips landed. Then again, political science has never been my forte.
Scourge: Back to business. Our orders are to eliminate the power supplies at each enemy base. The FedSuns base uses a power core here, while the Rim Collective rely on a transformer matrix. They haven’t dug in yet, so defenses should be light…if the intel report is accurate. I’m not takin’ any chances.
DURING MISSION[edit]
Scourge: Okay, gimme your ears! This mission is a surgical strike, not a chainsaw massacre, get me?! Stick to their power sources for now! Mop up comes later.
Trey: Sure, sure. Focus on the primary targets, no problem!
Deuce: We heard the briefing, Scourge. Just let us do our jobs.
Scourge: Fair enough, but be advised, I will tear you a new one if you bullocks this mission. That’s all.
Trey: Jeez, I get a little rowdy on leave and wind up with the lance leader from hell!
Scourge: Zip it, Trey! You ain’t even close to hell yet. Don’t make me rush your trip!
Scourge: Defenses are light. Objective sighted. Let’s get it done!
Deuce: These Rim Collective jocks need to hold a bake sale or something. I’ve seen better ‘Mechs in a scrap heap.
Scourge: Don’t get cocky, Deuce. Dents and blast marks can be good camouflage for an Ace ‘Mech jock.
Deuce: You sound like my mother, Scourge. I know what I'm doing, lighten up!
Scourge: Rim Collective power supply eliminated! They’re ripe for the picking.
Deuce: Let’s take ‘em, now, while they’re weak!
Scourge: We have our orders, girl. Break ‘em at your peril.
Deuce: Right. And quit callin’ me "girl"! I’m a woman, in case you haven’t noticed.
Trey: Hey, I’ve noticed.
Deuce: Good for you. And your little--
Scourge: Both of you, shut your traps! We still have work to do.
Scourge: Scourge to all units! Looks like we’ve got some playmates. Deal with them accordingly, and work your way to that power core.
Trey: Got it Boss.
Deuce: Understood. Try not to get in my way.
Scourge: Deuce, you and I are going to have a talk later.
Deuce: Whatever turns your crank, boss. Can I go to work now?
Scourge: *scoffs* Get to it!
Scourge: Okay, we’re finished here. Let’s head back to the barn.
Scourge: Scourge to base. Mission accomplished. Enemy power supply extremely compromised.
Pirate Base: Good work, Scourge. See you at the O Club.