Chapter 2.03 Training days and invitation

Chapter 2.03 Training days and invitation (edited 3/3/2023)

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Location Katinka, Little Rock

Date: September 10, 3021, 05:00

Four days of training/torture before I met up with Brook to take a minor escort job to the capital. I had become a decent Mechwarrior within that time, yet I still felt like a novice. However, it usually took years to get good. Yet, I could run my battlemech at full speed and jump without falling. Fire my weapons precisely while under fake attacks from Wolf.

I moved my battlemech to the designated location where I would meet up with my contractors. I hope everything went smoothly as I directed my mech to the militia hangar.

Both Brook and Commander Tagger managed to keep a straight face at my mech, making me happy. I parked my battlemech inside their open mechbay and got out to greet them. I'm glad I didn't cause my ride to stumble and move smoothly for a new Mechwarrior. Well, in my opinion.

"Brook, Commander Tagger," I said as I walked up to both, who seemed to be looking at the damages I took from training. Sure, it was just a minor dent from me falling the first two days before I got used to moving on two legs and at max speed. But, I guess I got used to driving in Wolf that learning in the Urbanmech was more accessible. Even if the controls were different and I felt the feedback via the helmet.

"Mechwarrior Chen," Brook said as he greeted me. Tagger continued his talk with an armored soldier and a young man who looked like a younger version of Brook. Heck, the fact Brook greeted me as 'Mechwarrior' instead of Mr. Chen or Mike told me I best act like a soldier.

"Commander Tagger had just come up with a nice contract for you to do before you get to the MRB station in New Dutch. So it's best to get our recommendation and test your commitment."

"So, a test before I register with a recommendation? That sounds interesting." I replied as the rest of the group walked up. I nodded to Tagger and his group, who voiced their acknowledgment.

"Mechwarrior," Tagger said as he shook my hand. I nodded and greeted the other two men, who introduced themselves. The soldier was infantry platoon leader Sergeant Jon Jack, and the mini Brook was Talos Esposito, the former Buster pilot. But, man, the Kid tried to keep himself contained as he seemed ready to ask me questions.

"Commander Tagger, I heard from Captain Esposito that you came up with a contract for me before I registered?"

"Yes," He replied cooly. "Lance Sergeant Jack will be guarding a convoy with delivery to New Dutch. Corporal Esposito here will be the driver of the package. However, a few weeks ago, we do not have enough protection for the convoy due to the battle. That's where you come in."

He pointed at me and then to my Urbanmech. "While I was hoping you had something faster, your Urbanmech is a decent mech should things go sideways. The trip to the capital should take four hours at your max speed. After that, our patrol will guide you guys regarding their path before you're on your own. Got that."

"Yes, sir," I replied as formally as possible but decided to correct him. "Sir, I must note my mech is faster than a normal Urbanmech due to its modification. So the trip should be two to an hour and a half, sir."

That caused everyone to pause for a moment. I even saw the shock in the men's eyes as they glanced at my mech, back at me, and then back to the mech again. Then, Tagger replied, "Get your mech ready. You will meet with the patrol leaving in ten minutes. The formation can be discussed with Lance Sergeant Jack here. He will deal with your negotiation for pay."

I watched Commander Tagger and Brook walk away before turning to Sergeant Jack and Talos. I wasn't sure of my rank to them since being a Mechwarrior usually means I'm a Lieutenant. I decided to get the show on the road and asked, "What's the pay look like, and how much can I change it."

Sergeant Jack looked at the noteputer in hand and said in a smoky voice, "your contract states this. On page fifteen, it's agreed that you get to decide how to use the three hundred thousand C-Bills. You can exchange it with equivalent salvage if we get into trouble."

I forgot I didn't even read in dept on the contract. Nice going me, but I nodded and said. "Mind letting me discuss my pay with the Corporal here." The young man, starting at the Phoenix Hawk that Commander Tagger climbed into, snapped to attention quickly when I singled him out.

His fumbling for a second was enough to relax me before saying, "Can we discuss the broken mech?" I said, pointing at the wrecked Buster in a nearby mechbay. The look he showed me was all I required to push for it.

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The convoy headed off at nearly full speed as my Urbanmech took point. Unexpectedly, the Hangar had done something else besides armor, structure, and engine change to my mech. If my fuzzy memory of MW5 and MWO was correct, my max speed should only be double, if not around 55 km/h, with the GM 120 engine. Instead, I was heading at a max speed of 75 km/h with the four Vargr APCs behind me.

I just ran with it, as questioning how the Hangar did its modifications was weird enough. At least I know I require to physically gather materials of the right kind to construct what I need. I noticed the high-quality workmanship, with only one problem with a small laser replaced by another remade one.

I rechecked the lance comms to see if anyone had noticed anything. The responses were negative, so we continued on our heading. I then switched to the private comms chatter I listened to from my mech. It was funny as the militia, not the mercenaries, continued to be shocked about my Urbanmech. I beat their expectation of having the slowest known battlemech match their pace.

They would be more shocked if I piloted Wolf or Hound, who had already scouted ahead for me and terrorized any opposition. Gangs and bandits want to avoid dealing with high firepower and mobility. It will have more parts to sort through later if they don't just eat them.

I paid attention once I heard Corporal Talos's voice. After all, the reward from this contract was his busted Busterand only 50,000 C-Bill. In my eyes, it was a steal, but it probably hurt the Kid. So I did offer him an excellent deal.

The sullen voice of the Kid on his comms was to Sergeant Jack in the second vehicle, who was acting as rear guard.

"Hey, Sarge," the Kid said through the coms. "Do you think Mechwarrior Chen can keep that promise?"

There was some silence before the smoky voice of the Sergeant replied, "if it the same modification as that crazy Urbanmech, then maybe. After all, Commander said you can't use a neurohelmet, so any crazy refits might make it impossible for you to use."

'Well,' I thought to myself. 'I'm going to have to work around that. I thought all mech had to use neurohelmets to work properly. At least the Kid is a good shot.'

I opened the Lance comms to ask for the next heading as we reached a fork in the path. Both trails had numerous travel indicators, but neither showed which went where.

I got a reply from the Kid, "It's the East path." The convoy turned to the route before the Kid continued,

"We're making good time. We should be meeting up with New Dutch's patrol group soon. So keep your eyes on your sensors for a Locust or a Jenner."

I glanced at my battlemap screen connected to Hound. I switched my comms and asked the zoid to look for the two battlemechs. He ID them on a route to his location. I order both him and Wolf back to base. I didn't want to attack an ally accidentally.

I told the Kid on lance comms, "My sensors are picking up battlemechs. However, they are too far away for me to ID. So everyone warms your weapons just in case."

"What?!" The Kid sputtered, but the Vargr with Sergeant Jack sped up to be right beside me. I got a ping from him, so I answered. "Yes, Lance Sergeant?" The convoy slew down behind me as we went from 75 km/h to 50 km/h.

"I've got nothing on my sensors, sir," he replied before coughing. "How far away are these battlemechs?"

I checked the battlemap and then my mini-map and wanted to curse. The lance was 8 km from us as Hound and Wolf crossed my path. I knew the sensor could pick up things from a few Kilometers away, but I picked them up outside the standard range.

"About 8 km and closing. I should be able to ID the unknowns when they get in the standard range," I replied, setting the zoom on both the tact and mini-map screen to a closer range.

It took only a few minutes before the comms went off with a feminine voice at its end, "To the unidentified battlemech, this is New Dutch's Militia. Halt your advance! Power down your weapons and start your business here, or we will consider you hostiles."

I paused a moment while following the commands. That was when I realized the others were waiting for me to answer. Stupid leadership test, I mutter before switching my comms to the incoming battlemechs' frequency.

I answer, "This is Independent Mechwarrior Chen escorting a convoy from Little Rock to New Dutch. My liaison will respond to our route and papers now."

I deferred to the convoy's actions while checking the zoids' position and data. Not long after, we got a response from the patrol, "Your transponder matches our records. Welcome to New Dutch. You can follow us to the drop-off point."

"Roger that. Let's go, people. We made good time," I told the demi lance and the convoy. I signal the New Dutch lance to move at 75 km/h. I got a confused acknowledgment before my convoy took off at speed to the capital.

All convoy members laughed at the patrol's shouts of how in the world and are that a flying trash can. That last one was insulting, but I had my revenge as the Locustpilot nearly tripped, trying to turn and follow us without adequately stabilizing themselves.

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After an hour of steady travel, we arrived in New Dutch with our new companions. I wasn't sure what to say to them during the trip. It was a little nerve-racking, but I thanked god for the Kid, Talos. The young man broke the ice for everyone, and we all started talking about random subjects.

I was chatting away with the Locust pilot, a man named Rocky, who gave me some freedom in the discussion. It turned out that these two battlemech were on patrol instead of armored vehicles due to the package in our convoy. But, unfortunately, a stern rebuke from the Jenner pilot stopped that conversation. She would have criticized him more if I didn't cut and said, "My contract says whatever is in convoy isn't my problem unless it's a bioweapon. Anything else, it doesn't matter to me."

I think I got the Jenner pilot's and Sergeant Jack's approval. At least, that is the feeling I was getting from this. The affirmative from the Kid and Rocky nearly made me think they intended to see my response.

I'm probably being paranoid. I hope so.

Luckily the city's wall emerged on the horizon, concluding the contract. After all, it was to escort the convoy to New Dutch. The convoy and I let the two patrol members report to their leaders first. Within minutes we were inside one of the militia's hangers with everyone unloading the cargo as I stayed within my mech watching over them.

It took a bit of time, but I concentrated on my surroundings. I know it should be secure here, but I didn't want to relax since this is Battletech. The moment I unwind, some pirate raid would happen for all I know.

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It had taken two hours to get the convoy fully offloaded and inspected before I got a confirmation that they had finished unpacking. Then, finally, I completed the first part of the contract. I let out a deep sigh of relief as if nothing had happened during the unloading.

Man, I was nervous for no reason. I don't know why I keep expecting things to go sideways. But then, I saw a waypoint on my HUD and realized it led to an empty bay nearby.

"Mechwarrior," the Jenner pilot spoke up. "You may station your mech there for your stay." She said her piece. She and her partner went back out and past the city's walls. I didn't even get to reply as they went off. So I decided to park my mech there.

I noticed a few other mechs, but most were damaged or under repair. A couple didn't have the planetary militia symbol or coloring but were of unique color schemes and logos. I'm guessing they are fellow mercenaries or salvage from the pirate raid.

I powered down my Urbanmech and saw the Kid and Sergeant Jack walking up the stairs to my catwalk. It took a bit to get out of the cockpit as I set up secondary measures to prevent the thief from my mech. Without my password and neurohelmet, the mech wouldn't start and would begin heating up to uncomfortable levels. I hopped out of my ride just as the Kid and Sergeant Jack reached my bay.

I left my mech armed with my sidearm holstered and my regular helmet. I left the neurohelmet inside a hidden compartment. I wasn't going to wear that heavy thing around.

I watched as they saluted me first before I responded with my own. "Lance Sergeant, Corporal. I believe the first part of our contract is finished. Now I must complete my secondary goal here. How long are we staying?"

"Mechwarrior, we will be here for seven days to restock on supplies and pick up our new equipment." The Sergeant said as the Corporal looked through the folder full of papers in his hands. The Kid then piped up. "I've sent off the contracts to the MRB. As you agreed, the contract allows freelancers to join only after you register and endorse them."

An odd thought hit me, and I decided to voice it informally, "Jon. Talos." I called them by name, which made them perk up. "Why are the Commander and Captain giving me such leeway? I'm just a new mercenary who just happens to be nearby."

I saw both of them pause for a moment, but only the Kid's eyes gave way to some panic. It seemed like there was a reason they hired me, but before anyone could do anything, I just said, "Forget about it. Money is money, and I got a contract to fulfill. Anyone mind pointing me to the HPG station."

I could feel the tense atmosphere building die down as both men nodded at my suggestion. The Kid managed not to stammer as he gave me the directions on the paper map he pulled from his folder. It looks a bit old, but I made his direction and noticed it went from the HPG station location to another.

I decided to head to the HPG relay station. Somehow, the planetary governor convinced the local ComStar representative to open another building nearby to handle mercenaries. I almost asked the two why but decided to take their word for it as a symbol of trust. So I gave my farewell and headed off to the MRB.

It took some time to get to the MRB station's street. I got lost in the city's spiral as more roads seemed to be added and removed than the map. However, the large radar dish, which denoted the HPG, made it easier to locate the right direction. When I arrived, I understood the decision to move the building's location.

I watched several dozen ruff-looking men and women, looking like stereotype 80s gang members, headed inside. Some people were dressed in business suits, and a few were in BDU of the militia without ranks. I was one of the few that came in my piloting suit.

I observed anyone not dressed like punks and noticed the professionally dressed mercs. Exactly two others dressed in piloting suits as well. No wonder they moved it away from the HPG. It was done to make ComStar's main building appear welcoming to people instead of afraid due to mercenaries standing around waiting for potential work.

I saw that those two wearing pilot suits looked like 80s sci-fi armor. So in the way, a father and daughter had some shared appearance. I also noticed most of the men and women in line were gaping at them while a few would peek back at me and then at the pair. Of course, I knew people treated Mechwarrior like minor nobles. Nevertheless, I didn't think it would cause fellow mercs who weren't pilots to look at MechWarrior with envy.

These two were known as arcade and convenience store owners from the whispers around me. Most of the younger people here play the battlemech games as training before trying to be a Mechwarrior. Only a few knew them more for the second part of the store and didn't realize they might have been mechwarriors themselves. The other gossip was about me, mainly because I didn't take my helmet off.

However, I decided to introduce myself to the apparent mechwarriors while everyone was heading inside for job contracts. It shouldn't take too long as only thirty people besides me were there.

Walking up with a steady gaunt, I gave the nod to them before offering a handshake. The male immediately took my handshake with a slight grin and a firm grip.

"Michael Chen, nice to meet a fellow Mechwarrior," I said as we shook.

"Damon Lamb, I'm surprised to see another seasoned Mechwarrior here," He replied as his daughter offered her hand. I wanted to avoid correcting him since I presumably had more experience than a few guys before me.

"Farida Lamb," she shook my hand with a lighter grip. She took a step back to allow her father to speak. She seemed uncomfortable in her suit, but her name rang a bell in my head. I heard of it or read it somewhere.

As I talked to Damon about his experiences with mechs, I began feeling that tug in my memory. The sensation of saying something is off about my knowledge or that I know something essential but forgot it. Damon then talked about his first fight with the pirates when they first came down to attack. He had taken out his old Battlemech to support the militia when the attack on Pidgin happened. He assisted the planetary forces and the Aurigan patrol in repulsing the raiders but suffered a fractured arm.

It clicked when Damon started bragging about his daughter and her performance in his old Battlemech against the pirate's distracted group in the second attack. A child of a former Mechwarrior who lived in Katinka. She has excellent control due to her father training her secretly after what happened to his wife. He was encouraging her to be a mercenary after the coup of 3022. Damon was here with Farida 'Apex' Lamb, which means this pirate raid must have been a butterfly. I hope she follows the right path as she did in the book and game.

I managed to keep the shock off my face. The realization that something has changed may or may not be helpful later. I knew Farida would be an ideal mercenary for the Markham's Marauders and after a great pilot of a Battlemaster for the Aurigan Coalition forces.

I went back to paying attention to the older Mechwarrior. Damon was saying how unusually persistent the pirates were. They took more than enough losses to run with what they had. His experience with those criminals in this section of space would usually cut and run when they lose a couple of units. However, this was the first time he saw several lances of mech and armor vehicles in an all-or-nothing raid. He was shocked, so I made sure to have a similar expression. Only to remember I had a helmet on, and he probably couldn't see it.

I began questioning him more about how pirates and other factions tend to act. I made a cover by telling the truth that all my enemies so far were like the pirates that attacked. Since they and the Capellans were the only people, the Zoid fought. Still hearing that most people and factions tend to cut and run and usually allowed was exciting info.

It had me considering a plan to save enough money and build my mercenary company. I could get by in life here better as a good merc. However, my excitement for the idea died. People might hunt down the Zoids if I show them too early. I'm not ready to do that yet.

I noticed it was approaching our turn to head in as I saw more than thirty people leave the station. The line was outside because many people were inside for jobs and to drop off contracts they didn't trust through standard communication methods.

I said my goodbyes to both Lambs as I went inside to register.

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Location Katinka, New Dutch

Date: September 10, 3021, 18:00

The time in the station felt quick, but it was several hours later. I was surprised that only some people working in the MRB building were ComStar members.

A low-ranking contract is taken and given by intermediate hires. In contrast, company contracts would get ComStar adepts or acolytes to deal with mercenary commanders. This would permit them the right to set a minimum price for a job posting. Such assignments like mowing a lawn would never show up here.

I'm glad I did register with the MRB after reading all the benefits of doing so compared to if I didn't. The MRB employee answered all my questions about them, and I noted them on paper later. However, recruiting people for the Little Rock garrison contract will take time. Nevertheless, I resolve to recruit people tomorrow. I even got the documents needed to start a mercenary company.

Well, time to get some ammo for the Swordsman and some toiletries for the week-long stay here. I had taken a minor contract to join the patrols here for the next five days, as that was how long an armor lance from the Coalition would take to come. I had made sure with Sergeant Jack about the secondary contract I took up while waiting on them to finish preparing for the return trip.

He stated it was common among larger mercenary units to take on agreements between rest periods depending on the contract. My job did allow me to do a side task while waiting for the crew to resupply. Still, I needed to determine if taking on a temporary arrangement was permitted. At least I have confirmation that I can now.

Before walking off, I power down my communicator (aka weird BT cellphone). I didn't see Damon or Farida around. However, another man dressed in BDU with a Federated Sun sigil notified me that they had left a message about the Little Rock contract.

"Thank you," I told the man. I offered him a handshake, the typical sign of respect around here. At least, that is what I picked up. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's no problem, sir." The man replied before continuing. "The name is Zin Ala, and I'm a tank crew commander. I heard you are looking for people for a defense contract?"

Damon must have told him about my contract. "I sure am," I replied while thinking about what kind of tank he could bring to the field. So I asked, "If you are up to it. What kind of tank do you and your crew run?"

The man stared me straight into my eyes and replied, "We used to run a heavy tank, but it is gone now. Are you willing to hire an experienced crew but no tank?"

I thought about it for only a second before replying, "Sure. Hell, I'm willing to hire dispossessed mechwarriors and crews. I have some spare units for everyone depending on what I can get my hands on. Just call me on the contact list for the contract."

The older man grinned and nearly shouted, "Thank you. I'll call you soon then. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Yeah," I said as my mind drifted to the games, and it made me wonder. "Is there a mercenary supply shop around these parts?"

"Sure, you got a map so I can show you?" Zin replied, and I pulled out the new map I had just brought. He pointed out which street and building it would be.

"Thanks," I said and gave him a nod. "See you in a few days then." Zin just nodded back and took off to where his crew dwelled. I took off toward the building on the industrial side of the city.

I stopped and looked for the sign for the combat supply shop I was searching for to buy new gear. It was explicitly for mercenaries as it tended to have both home products and salvaged materials. I had 600,000 C-Bills on me, with the rest in a data chip I got for registering with the MRB. I wished I could have carried more salvage I didn't want. But, on the other hand, it would have fetched me more money here than back in Little Rock.

I saw not a shop in a traditional sense but a freaking warehouse four times the size of the shipyard ones back home. When I walked in, I saw a military fan's wet dream—all sorts of weapons, vehicles, mechs (all damaged), and armor. I felt the 600,000 C-Bill wouldn't be enough start-up cash. I need at least an APC and AC/5 ammo bin of a specific caliber, so only around 400,000 C-Bill to spend on anything else.

At least I will be meeting with my patrol team tomorrow for my new contract. I hope nothing goes wrong, but everything has been peaceful so far. Based on the games and a few books, I decided to fight for my life at least once a week.

I approached the counter and asked for a sale manager. A middle age man came out and gave me a look over before asking, "What can I help you with, son."

I smiled under my helmet and replied. "Well, my good sir. I need some autocannon ammo of the one-twenty caliber if you have any. Also, if you have any decent APC for sale to carry said ammunition and for combat use."

The merchant hummed before snapping his fingers. "Ah, well, we have a few tons of those autocannon rounds, but they were designed for a General Motor Whirlwind model. I'm unsure if that fits your needs, as its bin is designed to fire a burst of three."

I had to recall what type of autocannon the Swordsman used and realized it should work, so I nodded and said. "That should do it. How many do you have?"

The shopkeeper scratched the stubby beard before saying, "I got five bins of those, but tell you what." He turned to a nearby worker and yelled at them to get all of them ready. "If you buy all five, I'm willing to sell them for 20,000 C-bills."

I added the cost together and noticed I would save a good bit from accepting the sale. So, while it is odd to get such a deal, I just shook the man's hand and said, "Deal!"

I gave the man the delivery location for the ammo and paid the fee for three while asking that I carry the last two in the APC.

"So," The shopkeeper chirped. "What kind of APC you're looking for? We have several wheels typed all the way from the Free Worlds League. In addition, we have a refitted heavier model from the Taurian Concordat with its infantry bay modified to handle cargo. Or do you want one of our few tracked types from various manufacturers?"

I took the noteputer he offered me and scanned through the list. As much I could easily buy two standard models for the price of the alluring heavy one. Unfortunately, I didn't have the crew for them, so I turned back to the grinning shopkeeper and ordered. "I'm taking the heavy refitted one. How much is it work since I see it noted as salvaged and repossessed from its original owners."

The man seems to think momentarily before replying, "I'm willing to sell it for 110,000 C-bills and load those two ammo bins for ya free of charge."

"How about this," I said, looking deeper into the warehouse. "If I find something else I want to purchase, you lower that to 95,000 C-bill."

He thought for a moment before saying, "Sure." The shopkeeper then shouted to some of the armed guards to come here and escort me through the warehouse.

I followed my two men guard through the warehouse. I was stopping to check the prices on all the combat vehicles but wincing at them. I could afford a Scorpionlight tank, which would deplete my funds. However, I already had the blueprints for it and the more powerful Bulldog in the Hangar. I hope to return after all the contracts are made with permanent lance mates to help pick out my choices.

I hovered over the mech section before leaving. Most were wrecks that needed repair work. The only one that didn't was a Peacekeeper PK-6 Sercuritymech. Unfortunately, I still didn't have enough to purchase that. No self-respecting Mechwarrior would fight in one, according to one of the guards muttering.

Instead, I just purchased spare pieces of armor and myomer in bulk to be sent to the crash site of the Capellan Leopard. At least I spent enough for those parts to get my discount, so I began my journey back to the front counter.

I returned to the counter to pick up my keys for my new APC and chat about the Sercuritymech. Too bad I couldn't place a hold on it, so I thanked the man before walking off. I hope tomorrow's patrol will be tremendous and peaceful.

I left the shop and headed off to join the Little Rock contingent. I got a free hotel room as part of the Convoy Contract. You could get used to the complimentary stay. Now have to drive this APC through the city to the militia hangar and hope I don't hit anything. Darn, the armored vehicle was a little wider than a regular car.

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The next day

Location Katinka, New Dutch, Militia's HQ

Date: September 11, 3021, 06:00

I regret my decision on the patrol contract because of the oncoming headache. Additionally, I was in a group meeting with the combat vehicle operators I would be joining/leading.

Oh, I wasn't mad about the vehicles. The Planetary government supported the militia on their lonesome. So a Scorpion, a Vedette, and a Bulldog were not the worse things to have as lance mates. They were all excellent vehicles for combat and patrol. What wasn't the lead commander for each tank?

'Oh God,' I continue to say as I hear their callsigns. 'I thought they were supposed to be newbie pilots who were in the first time in a mech. Not freaking tankers who became mechwarriors.'

"Sir, thank you for joining us," said the commander of the Vedette, Alexis "Pontoon" Grace. "I'm glad to see a Mechwarrior with us on this patrol." Her crew was also behind her, nodding and repetitively saying thank you. However, the other two tankers were too busy stating they wanted to see action, and I hoped I wouldn't break my contract not to strangle them.

Whelp, it could have been worse.

I went to the militia hangar where my Urbanmech was stored and heard laughs from the two male tankers who shall not be named. At least Pontoon sounded interested in my mech. But, then again, she would be a Urbanmechpilot.

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Here is another chapter for you all. Thank god I found out I could download pages to my iPhone to write between my laptop and iPhone. Now I might get chapters out faster now that I'm not limited to my computer.

Anyways, Yep, the typical starting as a Mercenary start. The reason is simple, I know I can't change anything without a good rep and a good size army.

Also, the interlude will be the next to see other people's perspectives.

If anyone wants to make five days of Omakes for the patrols with 'B-Team,' you can. I'm going to time-skip that mess. The only thing is, no mech v mech combat: funny stuff or minor skirmishes against gangs or bandits.

Also, it's weird to see two different ranks for Sergeant in the Aurigan space. Force Sergeant and Lance Sergeant. Also, Captain in the area I'm in that I don't think the SI will realize it. There is a reason Brook can talk directly with the governor, after all.