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[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//Action//open]

[a]

The campaign a blur in his head, his bones still vibrating, Resnick stepped off the dropship To Glory and into the hangar. The smells and noises of a mech hangar greeted him, familiar and satisfying. It was odd how much he'd grown to like this place over the past couple months.

They offloaded several squat looking light mechs too: Dogozzos and Dorbeks, upgraded with Clan tech. The dorbeks were dominated by large (for its size) caliber LBX or ultra autocannons. The dogozzos proved trickier. The capacities of the heavy caliber machine guns on the nipples chests were easy to increase, making for effectively four machine guns instead of two. The leftover tonnage was filled with more armor plates, single shot missiles held in the hands or electronic warfare equipment.

[b]

He was briefly confined to the medical bay after the doctors found out how long he'd been off the drugs that kept his enhanced imaging system from making him a gibbering pile of crazy. He paced in there as he waited for them to take effect but had to admit they were right.

[c]

Amazingly not done with drinking yet, he marched into the bar and asked the unthinkable of the petite bartender:

"Give me the Luger special."

He sought a little oblivion.

[d]

And passed out on a table, he found it.