[D4, EA, simulators] Tete a tete

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun had noticed the looks and the tone of voice. Andrea was clearly unhappy. Obvious answer: me and how I'm first sergeant-ing. So he'd offered the "friendly" challenge of some one-on-one time in the simulator to hopefully work it out.

Now, clad in just cargo shorts and short work boots, he was finishing programming the simulator for their meeting. "If I'm real lucky," he says aloud in the empty room, as he finished the settings. "She'll kick the crap outta me and Creed will give her this first sergeant nightmare."

[Andrea DeTroyes]

"How many battles have you fought?" Came a reply, Andrea stood behind him in her long coat, though given her bare legs and thermal boots...she was in her mech attire underneath. "The other day in the ambush? My first as a participant. Before that...I watched First Prince Hanse and his personal guard kick the shit out of some Capellan Death Commandos as they raided my alma mater. From the social sciences building I might add...hardly much of glorious fight."

"So...this fight is more then just a simple training exercise then?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun makes a frustrated face before turning around, annoyed that she'd gotten the drop on him. As he turns he shakes off the annoyance. This was my idea.

"We can all use more training before those Dragon idiots get here, especially with the new mechs." He looks sad for a moment, hoping he'd made the right choice about Blondie. "And especially if we're supposed to be fire team partners, we should get some simulator time together. Plus," he cracks a smile now, "you've seemed like you wouldn't mind taking a shot at me."

"And regarding engagements, do you want just mech combats, or in total?" he asks, trying to be helpful. "I've got 17 mech kills, 18 if you count--actually, never mind. But counting different engagements gets tricky. When you've ejected from a burning mech and you have to fight off two bastards on the ground to try to link back up with your guys..." Finally he just shrugs.

"Let's say it's a lot. Maybe more than enough, but I ain't paying any bills any other way." He smiles in what he hopes is a friendly way -- at least what counts as friendly for a veteran mechwarrior.

[Andrea DeTroyes]

Andrea smiled, "So behind my brother then, not surprising." She took off her coat and folded it, down to just a pair of shorts and a breathable shirt."...I miss the Davion mechwarrior suit. Made the cockpit feel a degree or two colder." She stretched and then plucked up her sword again.

"Well then Lance Leader, how do you wish to proceed." Andrea cradled the sheathed saber against her shoulder.

[Dorgan Bruun]

"Simple duel to warm up. Gotta start working out the kinks on new mechs, and with all the mud..." A shrug.

"You should be set in that one," he points. "The Ostsol, right? I reckon you'll do just fine against little old me." He gives her a cocky smile and ducks into the simulator closest to him.

[Andrea DeTroyes]

"We shall see old man." Andrea replies with a smirk and makes her way to the indicated simulator and begins to strap in. "Oh...and if I win then what, Lance Leader?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun grumbles at the 'old man' comment.

"I dunno, little lady, what's gonna motivate you more than saying you bested a real mechwarrior? I'm open to suggestions," he says with a chuckle.

[Andrea DeTroyes]

"When I surpass my brother....then I will have bested a real mechwarrior. The rest is just practice." She remarks dryly, "Well I suppose we can always decide after the fight. Grand-père."

She closes the hatch as the familiar startup sequence began and smiled as the simulator provided the false feedback into her neurohelmet.

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun lets his curses die down before flipping on communication between the simulator units. ... oughta put that girl over my knee and--whoa, whoa, whoa Bruun. Get it together.

"Simple enough scenario: edge of a small settlement, seek and destroy mission. Immobilize me or worse, and you win. We'll see what you can do against an 'old man,' milady." Bruun flicks the comms off and starts checking his reads.

Andrea had clearly gotten under his skin from the beginning, though, as Bruun chooses a poor line of attack for getting to her mech.

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Contested Tactics/Per: Almighty 13. Woof.

[Andrea DeTroyes]

Brunn had the experience, but Andrea was educated by arguably the best military academy for the best military in the Inner Sphere. She maneuvered deftly enough to gain a tactical advantage over the older mechwarrior.

Tutting as she did so, Andrea began to move into a good fighting position. "Well old man, let's see what you got."

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Tactics for Sim Fight against Brunn: 4d10o10k3 20

Piloting roll vs Bruun - Sim Fight: 8d10o10k4 32