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Battle Name: BattleSim: Defense of Outpost 012

Payoff: None, Sim battle

Maximum Pilots: Unlimited

Participating Pilots:

1. Ermor
2. Takashi
3. Armorius
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Enemy forces: Unknown

Merc Army forces:

Automated defenses, 50 turrets
Dropped in pilots

Main Objectives

1. Defend Outpost 012 from enemy attack
2. N/A
3. N/A

Secondary Objectives

1. N/A
2. N/A
3. N/a

Battle Intel: Outpost 012 was suddenly attacked by a rival mercenary group, Black Phoenix. The outpost repelled the first raid with sparse damage. Thought to be only a provoking tactic, to bring in the best of the pilots of the Army. Pilots are going to be dropped in anyway as the Outpost holds valuable research data.

Pilots are going to be dropped in from space, using specialy designed pods. The pods have reentry boosters to slow descent but, strapping in is recommended.

Ermor smiled to himself, glad he was going to be able to get some stress out now, even if the fight was just a simulation. As he waited for the computer to warm up and get everything ready, he checked his PDA to see what he had missed while in the peace talks with the Feds. Not much, turns out Prime was gathering data on this new group, Black Phoenix and churned out a battle for fun. All the processing power of the main frame was going towards this, Prime must have some deep interest in the outcome.

The holo projectors around of Ermor flickered on, showing the inside of a hanger of some random dropship. Checking out the specs on his mech quickly, it showed that he was currently using his stock Assassin mech, the close range version to be exact. "Wonder if Prime collected data on the new recruits mechs as well. Must have as he spent quite awhile on processing everything."

Adjusting his movement tracking gloves, he looking around his sphere of a cockpit at his surroundings. Everything was displayed with asounding detail with the holo projectors in his personal sim chamber. Prime pulled out all the stops on the graphic generators this time, looked as real as it could get.

Ermor sighed and released the docking clamps of his mech, moving to the arament station to get his ammunition and weapons. The automated machine gave him everything that it normally did, including an extra battery pack for his beam bow to bring his quiver size to 100 arrows. That all done, Ermor tested out the factory settings on the mech, adjusting them as needed. Everything was quite well done on factory settings, though he supposed Prime updated them himself for better performance.

Prep work done, Ermor walked back to his docking station, marveling at the low noise that the Assassin made in comparson to other designs, to be expected of a stealth mech though. Docking his mech, Ermor waited for the rest of the pilots to be uploaded into the battle sim.

"Reporting for simulation" Takashi said

Armorius strapped into the simulation pod and flicked the switches on and let the system warm up. When the instuctions came on he flipped the keyboard open and went through the menus to finish all necissary steps to start the simulation. When the screens blacked out to restart with the simulated cockpit monitors he checked his data. He was glad to see that not only the data on his mech was there but up to date on the new improvements and weaponry. He closed his eyes as the simulator linked with his nueral implants then to the A.I simulator as well giving him the feel of using the nueral link in live combat. When the simulation begun he felt the sensation from the actuators on the machine rumble and toss about it felt great even if it was false.

When his monitors displayed the simulated drop info he quickly did a reprogram. His mech for what it was was highly manueverable and an arial model which should be utilized. He got the simulator to open the pod doors and eject him sooner than planned once he was in what would be the atmosphere. He then checked the comm board, and direct lined the general. "Will this simulation help with the terrain battle to come or just blowing off steam? hold on." He had to clear the com as he found out something rather suprising and opened a new channel. Apparently his head tech was making a report to him and informed him that she would act as a simulated tech giving him better damage and statistics than his onboard system. He didn't need her to do that but if felt better for her to do it.

" News General, The dreanaught has encountered a small left over cell Mop ups are under way. Also Communications report finding a transmission at the military base on mars. Apparently they captured a mercenary. That is all." He didn't like to have to report all this in a simulation but if any of the news upset him atleast he could take out that stress now instead of having to reboot the system later. HE then checked his system. His Tesla drive anti grav system was 120% and slowed his decent until he made a graceful landing in the forest the moibile suit drawing out its tremendous twin barrel rifle. The suit however was not suited for the terrain in terms of concealment. Pure white with blue trim he stood out like he was holding a large banner that said HIT ME.

Armorius checked every sensor reading that ran through his head via nueral link and laughed at the generals remark. " With all do respect sir, My forte is swordsman ship, even if I do carry around this rifle. Besides, you blend in. It just means I walk a couple meters to the left of you, they shoot me I dodge with my superb mobility, you shoot them down, we win, we're all happy, life is good." He scratched his nose thinking abit. " the only real down side to the paint job is people will remember the suit more than its pilot." He ran a deep scan and had Alfima run a full diagnostic and recalibration. He also held the rifle at the ready, incase the drop was watched. his mind went back to the paint job, the white and blue was suppose to be sky colors because his suit was a flight model. He'd remind the general later. Now he needed to score shots in the simulator.

"I think I'm the one that has to stay a couple meters from you, as you can't see where I am." Says Ermor. "I suppose that works though. If you don't mind being shot at all the time." Ermor looked at the video feed that Takashi was located in. "That would really depend on what is on that disk, Takashi."

Ermor gave his mech a few direct commands with his neural link, bringing his systems to full battle power. Screens popped up around him, showing possible enemy positions, radar scans, sound scans, ammo reserves, reactor heat levels, power levels, effectiveness of the stealth cloak and a multitude of other important information. Another command shunted more processing power to the cloak and activating the cushioning systems to muffle the sound of his foot steps. Ermor started running at the maximum speed that he could without disrupting his cloak, going in the direction of enemies that Armorius had spotted.

"Coordinates locked into system, estimated time of contact, 10 minutes." Chirped Ermor's computer. Ermor's radar screen was cluttered, as he was running in a forest, so all he had to go by was the information that Armorius had given him.

"Alright, permission granted." Ermor says after some slight deliberation.