Clan funeral rites, unlike everything else in their ritual-suffused lives are not particularly elaborate. For Shem, the elemental killed by a sniper unit that decided it wanted to take some of these terrifying invaders with it, his ashes are simply laid in an urn (there had been a darkly hilarious conversation where Resnick interrogated their ( Read more... )

[Private to Nanohana and Mad]

[A nervous looking Scientist with a widow's peak and Resnick appear on screen.]

"Hello, Mechwarrior Nano-"

"You do not need to address them by those titles. The Spheroids do not use them."

"Ah, right, my apologies. Madeleine Caine, Nanohana Himesaki, we are finished with the test. You are indeed sisters."

[ ( Read more... )

[After that mission, Gurren is a freaking WRECK, with blast marks, a half-melted shoulder, and a huge slash right down the front. Kamina is unhurt, at least, beyond the normal bruises from getting bounced around the cockpit in a fight, and what kind of professional manly man would let those slow him down. He is curious about something though ( Read more... )

[The Chalice is still moving west across the Pacific when a few familiar faces arrive in the hangar, hot on the heels of a familiar ship heaving in to range over the horizon. The Nirvana's back to supplement the Chalice's mini-fleet again, and it doesn't take long for a shuttle to bring the three tourists back aboard, along with the supplies and ( Read more... )

[1]

Some of the Scientists have recovered an important artifact for clanners far from home. They're all draped over the couch in the lounge now, elementals on the floor, Resnick, some of the other mechwarriors and the Scientists and Technicians on the couch itself and chairs and aerospace pilots perched birdlike on the back.

They're watching ( Read more... )

[1]

Resnick is arguing with the medical staff. He is fine, and does not see any need to submit to an examination. This? What about it? It is just blood. You are doctors, you should know how easily the most minor of head wounds bleed. He does not have a concussion, so please stop asking him that.

[2]Now he's in the library, making notes on ( Read more... )

Despite helping out with the repairs on the Chalice, you may have noticed some of the clanners being more restless than usual.

[1]

On this particular day, a rather large screen had been set up together with communication consoles at an unused corner of the hangar. Several clanners had gathered - including former bondsmen. The dire wolf pups were ( Read more... )

[1]

After the mission, a Clan Wolf dropship has docked with the Chalice, offloading a few more bits of cargo: some supplies, several Scientists (assigned to study the diverse new weapons of Terra) and on a kind of mobile play yard a few yards wide, several dire wolf pups, excitedly whimpering and sniffing about, trying to climb over the sides of ( Read more... )

[1//Network//public]

We have returned. The campaign was a success. With the Siberian Resistance, we liberated most of the domepoli and sent the savashri Railway back east, towards Okhutsk.

The following Warriors came to our aid when we needed them and have our gratitude: Micheal Wilson, PRIME and an aerospace pilot who will remain unnamed.

[2 ( Read more... )

[Network//Locked to friends of him and/or Ranna]

Trothkin I have a grave announcement to make. We...are being overwhelmed. At least two regiments' worth of Siberian Railway forces have laid seige to the domes. They must have had secret factories. We have lost no mechs, but for each of ours, there are dozens of theirs and we are down to our last ( Read more... )