MechAssault/Worst Day Since...

Worst Day Since...

MISSION BRIEFING

You need to stop this WOB retreat. The commander is trying to escape. Stop him.

Objective: Assault the Spaceport – Gain access to the WOB spaceport however you can.

Objective: Stop the WOB retreat – We must not let Adept Strader escape. Destroy the DropShip.

Natalia: We can’t let Strader escape, and it would be in our best interest to capture whatever lost technology is being evacuated with him. Someone has to go into a heavily guarded spaceport, blow the Blake DropShip, and kill or strand Strader. Guess who gets the job.

Foster: Not it!

Natalia: Right you are, briefing boy. Good luck, Captain. Foster, your job – you need to get the DropShip fixed so we can get off this planet and enjoy our R&R after our esteemed Captain gets done kicking some Blake butt.

DURING MISSION

Foster: Sir, get to the spaceport as fast as you can. We need to catch the commander before he can escape. I'm placing Nav Points for you.

Objective: Clear out enemy forces and locate the WOB spaceport.

Foster: Sir, they’re trying to blow the bridges! Don’t get caught on one!

Foster: Reading: two Light ‘Mechs.

Natalia: They’re just trying to delay you. Kill them or try and move on.

Foster: Sir, you may want to blow any bridges or tunnels you see. It’ll cut off the fleeing enemies and keep reinforcements off your back.

Objective: Destroy escaping enemies and the control towers.

Strader: Mercenary, you have fallen into my trap! I have set in motion a doomsday device. If I cannot have this planet, neither will you. You now face Ragnorok. Your doom is close at hand. You and this whole world will be dead before the day is out.

Foster: You think he’s telling the truth? He’d better not be. The Icarus can’t get into orbit, and the other Dragoons…

Natalia: Way to go, cowboy! Now get in there and stop that bastard!

Natalia: I’ll bet that plane is loaded with goodness. Take it down!

Foster: Goodness...?

Natalia: There’s the DropShip. Kill it! Reap what you sow, Strader.

Strader: Mercenary scum, you die now! You face the Ragnarok!

Foster: What is that? It’s not in any of our Technical Readouts.

Objective: Render the Ragnarok inoperable.

Strader: The light of Blake will cleanse your souls!

Strader: My wrath is swift and terrible.

Foster: I think he told us that already.

Strader: You must relent before the chosen of Blake!

Foster: He has really lost it.

Foster: That thing has some technology we’ve never seen!

Strader: You have not won. I will still destroy this world. Ah-Agh-GYAAAAAAHH!

Foster: See you in hell, Strader! Um…hm…sorry, sirs. Couldn’t help myself.

Natalia: Well done, Captain! At least now we know what Ragnorok is. Or, was.

Foster: Sir...?

Natalia: Too bad we couldn’t capture it and, analyze it.

Foster: Sir!

Natalia: What?!

Foster: Look at the feed from the cameras!

Natalia: Whoa! They had two?! Foster, send in the techs. I want that ‘Mech up and running fast. We need to stop this doomsday device and save this world. The Icarus can’t get off this planet, and the other Dragoons won’t have enough time.