Part 717: Legion Campaign Update

Campaign Update

“They turned an old, tapped-out Germanium mine into a weather monitoring station,” The injured Elemental grimaced when he tried to shrug. He’d been found bleeding in the ruins of the Coyote facility, the only surviving member of the Elemental teams who’d entered the facility to send a warning to the Coyotes as a whole. The others had been killed in the Mechbay, most by the medics who’d arrived to check them for injuries but one by a technician driving a forklift. Those same medics and technicians were now under the guard of the Marines who’d landed with the Legion’s DropShip. The facility had been mostly cleared, but the Wolverines were giving it a wide berth for fear of improvised explosives and booby traps.

The Elemental coughed. He’d been surprisingly willing to help, although perhaps he thought his status—or his freedom—might be in question. “There is nothing out there.”

“All of the ‘Society’ BattleMechs ran that way before we lost them in the dust storm,” the Champion replied tersely. “It’s either a base or a waystation. You’re the local. Could they have turned the site into a secret base?”

The Elemental considered that for a long moment. “Yesterday, I would have laughed and said ‘no.’ Today? It hurts to laugh,” he rolled his shoulder to emphasize his injury, “I will see if I can recover a map of the mine from the base computer. It is as likely a place for a secret base as any, but I cannot promise my information will be up to date.”

“That’s fine,” the Champion waved her hand, dismissing the concern. “Any assistance the Coyotes can offer is appreciated.”

“Do you know,” Major Harendra had insisted on being present for the debriefing. He looked almost fine, physically, save for the dark rings around his eyes and the way his hands shook uncontrollably. “Why the Wolverines were cast out?”

The Elemental seemed taken aback by the question. “You launched Nuclear attacks on—”

“We did,” Harendra agreed. “After it was clear that Nicholas Kerensky was going to make an example of us. Sarah McEvedy warned Nicholas that the caste system was broken, that the warriors could only hold power so long as the so-called “lower” castes don’t realize how badly they have the warriors outnumbered. This uprising is the fruit of Nicholas Kerensky’s vision.” Harendra paused. “Food for thought.”

The Elemental looked away, his expression one of discomfort not necessarily born of pain.

“Wolverines can’t resist the urge to gloat,” Angel Stefanov switched off her secondary monitor. She didn’t need to see anymore, they were already nearly half way to the so-called weather station. The long, talon-clawed legs of her Legion tore three-meter divots in the soft sandstone. The dust storm that had covered the Society’s escape was already fading—they hadn’t come out the other side, and if they’d gotten lost it would only be a few minutes before the satellites found them and the Legion ran them down.

The symbol for the leader of Nephilim Lance flashed green on her communications monitor, then returned to its neutral blue-gray color. She smiled inwardly, she understood the implicit message: that the Wolverines should talk less and do more. She didn’t disagree. She squelched her own transmitter back, agreeing without a word. Members of the Legion spoke so rarely it often surprised non-members that they even could.

Contrary to popular belief, they hadn’t been networked together, the Legion simply required individuals with a, to put it politely, unique brain chemistry after which three years of intensive training did the rest. They could practically read one another’s minds just by the way they moved their BattleMechs, and the invasive neural implants they’d been fitted with let them monitor every single one of their BattleMech’s cameras and sensors simultaneously. To say they were more alive strapped into the cockpit of their BattleMechs was not an understatement. The absence of having all that data to process lead inevitably to depression and suicidal ideation.

Even so, sometimes it was best to make sure everyone was on the same page. Angel squelched her communicator again. “Standard base assault procedure,” she announced simply. She didn’t need to say any more. Unlike most of the Rim World Army, the Legion’s standard operating procedure prioritized speed and thoroughness over all else.

If they left survivors, it would only be by accident.



The Maps





The Legion, 1st Company





Primary Objectives
- Kill Everyone and Everything (0/1)

Secondary Objectives
- Prevent the Enemy from Completing Objectives (0/?)

Expected Resistance
- Society Infantry
- Society Vehicles
- Society BattleMechs



Special Rules
Cybernetic Implants The Legion is equipped with the Pain Shunt, Dermal Myomer Armor, Triple-Strength Myomer, Stimulant Injector, and Buffered Direct Neural Interface implants. As such they are immune to pilot hits, and when forced to eject their Sin BattleArmor count as a full squad for the purposes of Swarm and Leg attacks and deal one additional point of damage while making a swarm or leg attack.



Pilot List
chktshadeclaw
Leith Maclaine
Lemniscate Blue
Affi
the JJ
Leperflesh
Mezzanon
AJ_Impy
Chronojam
jng2058
Fuzzy Mammal
Farseli

Alternates
FractionJackson
Zikan
T.G. Xarbala
Wafflecopper
GhostStalker
Holybat