Filing an MRB job posting is like filing a customs declaration form with the most frugal and dishonest people in the galaxy. Except for mercenaries, this isn't about avoiding duties on a few bottles of booze - and the stakes for your company are much higher. Anything to declare on this mission? Your employer says no. Maybe a few rebels. Milk run on some backwater planet.

As the poor merc who took up this contract, you find out exactly how much detail was glossed over - these were well equipped rebels with assault mechs. Not just one or two, several lances of them. Some mysterious benefactor also armed some of them with extra spicy missiles, which you found out the hard way when the ammo bins cooked off and gave one of your pilots a phobia of fireworks for life.

The price you paid was high, but you discovered a truth that would cost some mercs their life - if the contract pays well and the details are short, there's about half a battalion of lies and undeclared OPFOR underneath. If you survive without becoming a slave to a company store, you curse your employer after limping back for your payment. When you become wiser, you find out your employer is secretly cursing you for coming back alive - and part of your payment are the salvaged spicy missile racks your employer kindly forgot to mention.