The dropship bears no visible insignia, nor does your own uniform.
Judging by the chatter on the radio, one side is losing very badly. The dropship was fleeing and was shot down by an enemy LRM. You can only assume you are aligned with the losing side, as your radio is tuned to their frequency.
You crest the hill to see the blackened, flaming dropship.
All other comm channels are silent.
"Coil"? That's an odd name. I suppose we do need a moniker though.
You attempt to contact anyone on the original frequency you were on. At first, no one responds. Then, a man asks you for your location, claiming to be a part of the recovery team. The homing beacon in your ejector seat was damaged, apparently.
You attempt to signal to the fighters, to no avail.
"Thud... Thud... Thud... Thud..."
Another, different man chimes in on the radio:
"Survivor, you've got an enemy battlemech closing in on your position. Battle computer designation is 'Uller'. Aborting rescue mission. My wing will attempt to provide cover, just get the hell out of there."
The "Uller" stands just a few hundred yards from you. It could easily make you into paste with that cyan-laser it fired before, or it could just bloody step on you.
You have no way of fighting this thing, your only hope is the wing of fighters overhead.
Stand on any nearby hill or rock and address the mech.
"HEY hey hey HEY HEY HEY! You've got guts plowing into me like this, you and that big ugly mug of yours you know that? But this ends here. I won't stand for any more of your shenanigans. I'm going to tell you something important now so you had better dig the wax outta those ears of yours and listen close. The reputation of my country goes far and wide. When they talk about their badass hero, the man of indomitable spirit and masculinity they are talking about me, the mighty Coil"
Here is where you take whatever object you can use as a weapon out.
"I Coil will not tolerate any more lawlessness around me, you got that?!"