[dcs_p]After an entire year and a half of traveling space, the two lance Strider’s Strikers
team had finally come to rest in Greater Geelong on the planet of Brisbane.
Nearly bordering Liao space, the Acer’s Hueys had stayed close to their
mother-nation, the Capellan Confederation. The Acer’s Hueys team was nearly
non-functional and only took contracts when supplies, upgraded weapons, or hard
cash were needed.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Strider was indeed here for his own team’s benefit, but he could also hold some
future for the Hueys. Mark knew this was an important part of steering any
mercenary unit. While learning more of the rumored Jumpship or Warship of the
Labrea System, he could make a valuable trading partner to the Hueys or offer
them some sanction in the Irece Prefecture. Decades had past since the
Breakers extinction. Surely the Hueys continued fear of the Draconis Combine
could be softened. Mark thought silently while wondering what working for a
rogue team might be like.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Along with Mark, the rest of the command lance followed. Ryan Allen, pilot of the
custom Infighter BattleMech, walked alongside Mike Strider. Ryan was dressed
in his usual casual attire, enjoying the comforts of life outside the cockpit. His
metal plated boots rang out low drums on the concrete floor. He stayed just in
front of the Commander, acting as a defense just in case something might go
wrong.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]And plenty had gone wrong with this meeting. After attempting to communicate
with Huey scout pilots, the Strikers team had prompted Leghorn’s team to
scramble in defense of the Hueys’ base. It seemed that Ace Leghorn had tasted
defeat sometime in the past. Mark frowned. Maybe he really is waiting for that
25-year old retaliation from Kuritan military forces.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Mace Volt, a Comstar veteran of the famous Tukayyid war against the Clans,
followed closely behind Ryan. Mace had always been a man of military conduct.
Today he wore his Comstar dress uniform with a small Strikers pin, wielding his
ever-preferred Dirk sword at his side. Mace always remained strict to his duties,
though he could completely relax in the comfort of his 3 lancemates if he wanted
to do so.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Mike Strider followed shortly behind one of the Huey’s guards. Compared to the
younger soldier, Mike looked like an old outsider. His face bore a week’s worth
of unshaven stubble, while his usual tan overcoat did little to enhance his
remaining attire. Heavy Gripper gloves swung about his right hip, keeping the
Commander ever ready for any sudden wall-climbing situations. Mark had never
understood the need for those damn things.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Mark himself was dressed in his usual outfit. His black cape and long hair nearly
blended together, giving him a shady foreboding form similar to a dark wizard of
past ages. Thick eyebrows and a trimmed mustache disguised much of his face,
leaving his appearance about as appealing as the Commander’s. The two of
them were definitely not looking for female companions. Mark took up the rear of
the group, keeping his eyes out for anything suspicious as the group came to a
gradual halt. One could never be too safe in the lair of a yet untrusted ally.[/dcs_p]