Monday, September 17, 2007
Break from story to update folks
Yup, in Kuwait. All is well. Hot like before. :) Phones are too expensive here, I will call once I am in Iraq. Much love. Someone try to tell my mother I am ok, please. I could not get a hold of her before I left, I think she was the only one I never talked to. Anyway, gotta go get some grub. Love.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
PLS-7Z continued
As I climb the ladder to the cockpit, I receive a transmission in my earpiece: "Cancer Lead, Cancer Lead, Zodiac."
"This is Cancer Lead, go ahead, Zodiac."
"Proceed with Cancer Trident to Phase line Bravo, Mark Stat 32, over."
"Copy, enroute." After I confirm receipt of the transmission, I shoehorn myself into the cockpit of the 35 ton war machine and cycle up my secondary lasers to beam a powered down version of a warshot. Larger mechs have additional arrays, but on a "light" mech like the Carapace, there is barely enough room for the weapons, armor and equipment needed to talk some mechwarriors into actually entering combat whilst pilotting one.
I toggle the Multi-track system and both the left and right arms track in a short arc, one aimed at the mech one-point-five kilometers to my west, the other at the mech perched just under a kilometer away on a cliff face to my northeast. Both beams lance out, forming a signal and a transmission path upon which I begin to have a conversation with my boys.
"This is Cancer Lead, go ahead, Zodiac."
"Proceed with Cancer Trident to Phase line Bravo, Mark Stat 32, over."
"Copy, enroute." After I confirm receipt of the transmission, I shoehorn myself into the cockpit of the 35 ton war machine and cycle up my secondary lasers to beam a powered down version of a warshot. Larger mechs have additional arrays, but on a "light" mech like the Carapace, there is barely enough room for the weapons, armor and equipment needed to talk some mechwarriors into actually entering combat whilst pilotting one.
I toggle the Multi-track system and both the left and right arms track in a short arc, one aimed at the mech one-point-five kilometers to my west, the other at the mech perched just under a kilometer away on a cliff face to my northeast. Both beams lance out, forming a signal and a transmission path upon which I begin to have a conversation with my boys.
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