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Post by Gen Miyamoto on Jul 10, 2005 5:44:23 GMT -5
All hell had broken loose. The sounds of battle resounded in the air as Nomaden raiders marauded the lance of Legionaire mechs. Heavy explosions and intermittent gun fire heralded this bandit ambush, and I was not waiting around to see how long it would continue.
"Nomadia chi, baba narada leoi!" I exclaimed to Neota, while he lay prone behind a rocky outcropping. He simply said, "Gungta." and pointed.
Suhdanjin was not very well armed, certainly not enough to fight mechs and tanks, but the few who did find firearms in arm's reach were making their way to the top of the east ridge. They couldn't have had much more than a few high-powered rifles, maybe some rocket propelled gernades, and a guided missle or two. Ill equiped or not, they would do what they must, as they always have done. I turned now to see the captain crouching by a very ventalated corpse of a moisture condenser. Coordinating his unit for a swift and hard response, no doubt. I approached and tapped his shoulder.
"We need cover! This way!"
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 10, 2005 9:12:14 GMT -5
The attack was unexpected. I back peddled my 'Mech as the Captain's 'Mech was hit. I turned to see the array of 'Mechs and tanks. More of these guys, I thought. The joker in me came up.
"Well. It looks like I got my wish."
I then turned my Belial to the nearest Forestry 'Mech. I pulled the trigger for my Gauss Rifle. The rounds literally tore through the much smaller 'Mech. With one of their friends down the other 'Mechs seemed to charge harder and faster. I throttled my Belial to meet the rest of the attackers. I moved to my right to get away from the village. As I did so a PPC slammed into the torso of my 'Mech. It recoiled but quickly recovered.
"How the heck can those things support Naval PPCs?"
I sent another round of my Gauss Rifles. One hit another 'Mech crippling it but not destroying it. The other went wide and hit the ground, sending chunks of sand and rock into the air.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jul 10, 2005 11:58:06 GMT -5
I quickly sat up in my seat my hands flying across my instruments, managing to right my mech from the backward stumbling caused by the hit on the Captains mech. I turned my mech quickly to face the on coming enemy. There was a lot heading our way, and they were armed enough to do damaged if that got too close. They also had auto cannons which I seen one of them hit Garland. Garland was a sitting duck, his mech not up and running properly. I saw him try to fight back, but he just didn't have enough firepower. I shot off one of my SRM into the middle of the forestry mech that was shooting at him. Mine being the second hit on the mech and dead middle it went down hard.
I turned my attention then to an industrial mech that was getting way too close, Turning my torso his direction I started shooting off my MPL it was effective in backing him off. Not satisfied with this I shot off a SRM hitting him right in the middle. This time he went down. Suddenly I was jolted by a auto cannon, that hit to my left side. It didn't do much damage sense it wasn't a direct hit. It had come from one of those ancient tanks. My mech turned to face the tank dead on. I fired off one ER large laser, hitting the tank right on top. It must have fried its power, because it stopped suddenly. Wasn't sure if I had fried its weaponry though. I would have to wait on the laser to recharge so I shot off a LRM right into the tanks core. It exploded with such a force that its flying debris and he force of the explosion took out a couple of mechs nearby.
Wow I didn't expect that, but nice side effects I thought as I smiled to myself.
Just then an auto cannon blew my left leg from underneath me, making me go down on one knee. It didn't take off the leg but made me unstable for a bit. Just then I seen Taylor run up next to me taking out the mech that had shot my mech.
Thanks Taylor
Glad to be of service Ma'am
Taylor then moved forward more, taking care of more of our attackers. I was able to right myself standing back up my leg was damaged but I seemed to be able to stand on it. I went back to targeting as many of the attackers that I could. The battle raged around us, as I briefly thought of Schuster, hoping he was ok, hoping someone was attending to him even though we were in battle. I let go of that thought, I needed to concentrate on the task at hand.
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 10, 2005 12:58:37 GMT -5
I continued to fight back as I watched Mamba take a hard hit. I kept an eye on her and Taylor. They seemed to work with such proficiency. I was jolted back to reality when an autocannon round hit my left side. It hit with such a force that I struggled to keep my Belial upright. Once I corrected the struggling 'Mech I turned to my attacker. A lone tank was plowing toward me, completely unafraid of the ultimate death he was about to recieve.
To conserve my Gauss Rifles I fired my two medium pulse lasers. One laser struck the front part of the tank stopping it dead cold. The other laser hit directly in the middle. The second laser must of hit something critical. A small flame had formed and then in the blink of an eye the whole tank blew. I radioed in to the others.
"How many do you think there are left?"
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on Jul 10, 2005 16:47:46 GMT -5
"We need cover! This way!" shouted Gen, just as hell broke loose. Myself, Maxwell and Miyamoto dived into the hut next to us, taking cover. I wasn’t quite sure who a thatched roof hut was going to act as much cover, but I took cover as if it was a nuclear fall out bunker. We narrowly avoided auto cannon rounds, which obliterated the ground behind us. The mixture of sand and ice cold dirt shot up from the ground and coated myself in the process. As I scrambled to my feet, wiping the dust and sand off, I couldn’t help but feel as if I was naked. We only had a thatch roof to protect us from the next volley of auto cannon fire, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be on the receiving end. However, that shot didn’t come… perhaps the enemy was preoccupied by one of ours? For a brief second I only cared about the well being of Schuster; Miyamoto had told us he was on unconscious and therefore unable to defend against the attacks outside.
“Is this your friend?” Miyamoto said just as I finished clambering to my feet. Laid out on a poorly constructed bed was Schuster who was covered in several bandages. Relief filled up inside of me. Although he looked a bit battered, he had survived the crash.
“Yes, that’s our man. That's our Schuster...” Ben said excitedly. The sooner we could get him back to the Liberty, the sooner he could get back into proper shape.
An enormous explosion erupted outside. It was the distinct sound of a mech exploding. However, it wasn’t the same as a battle mech, the distinct sound of the fusion drive going critical was absent. No, this was the sound of an industrial mech being extinguished. Thank god it wasn’t one of our guys. As the explosion rocked the hut, Schuster’s eyes snapped open like a pair of draw shutters. His pupils dilated as light began to pour into them.
“Wh…where am I?” said a drowsy Schuster.
The battle that was enraging around us slowly began to unwind as the Legionnaires once again became victorious.
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 10, 2005 18:08:45 GMT -5
I took a hard left, and fired my newly fit PPC's at a weakened Forester. The battle was intense. Josef and I stayed together.
I was caught off guard focusing my attention to Taylor and Mamba stuggling with some 'mechs. Bad choice. I took a NPPC to the foot, and toppled over. Shit!. Not good. At least 20 missles of different sizes hit my 'mech all over while the stabalisers worked. I finnaly came up. Limping.
"Right leg destroied. Reverse disabled. Warning, armor approaching critical.
I fire the crap out of all my weapons. My heat was close. My mech had no armor above orange. I was in trouble. I took beating from almost every remaning 'mech. Jesus Christ!
"Warning. Heat exceeding critical level. Danger. Right arm destroied. Auminition depleted. Amunition depleted. Warning. Jets destroied. Warning. Heat level critical. Shutting down... WARNING. All armor critical. Eject. Eject. Eject immediatly.
"Stay safe, Legionnaires. I'll see if I can return to the DropShip. Good luck. It's been a pleasure working with you. Let's hope... (Static)
That was the last thing I said...
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 10, 2005 18:35:29 GMT -5
The thunderous cacaphony of a fusion reactor going critical slashed through the air as a blinding white light poured from the slats of the poorly-constructed hut. There was a ground-jarring explosion, and a distortion effect as a shockwave ripped through Hamal's chilly atmosphere. Miyamoto and I cringed, as Schuster and Kintaru recoiled instinctively. A flurry of radio traffic blared from my comm unit.
"Spectre-2 to Echo-4...Spectre-3 is down - repeat - Spectre-3 is down!"
"How could that be, Spectre-2? He was in an Uziel. He had these guys way outgunned."
"I don't know, Echo-4. I didn't see an ejection pod. No telling if he survived."
"Copy that, Spectre-2. Let's finish this."
There was a flurry of weapons fire, followed by the sound of several internal combusion 'Mechs exploding. A number of crunches signified vehicles being stepped on, and then, silence reigned supreme.
"Spectre-5 to all units. Reporting tactical situation clear."
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 10, 2005 18:45:13 GMT -5
Silence filled the air as the last of the attackers was finished. I pushed my 'Mech hard to the remains of Lourde's 'Mech. I opened the canopy and threw the ladder down. I rushed down and stood over the wreckage. I shook my head slowly.
"No. No. How could this be?"
I walked forward and knelt near the rubble. I pick up a handfull of ash. I slowly opened my hand and let the wind blow the ash away. I stood and looked around. There was no ejection pod nearby.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jul 10, 2005 18:58:22 GMT -5
Hearing the radio blaring the condition of Spectra 3. I looked over to where the mech was downed. I didn't see Lourde, didn't see an ejection pod either. We all finished up the battle. The last of our attackers were destroyed.
Echo-2 to Spectra-2 we need to check on Lourde. I didn't see him or his ejection pod either. It doesn't look good. Echo-2 to Echo-1 Spectra-3 is down Sir, we have no sign of him as of yet. How are things in there with you, Kintaru and Schuster? We did our best to keep them from getting too close or firing on the village.
I got some static but nothing was coming through. I didn't know if it was my radio or the Captains. I needed to get out of my mech and do some checking on the three legionnaires in the village, while Spectra lance checked on their downed mech. I popped my hatch open, before climbing down surveyed the view. All that was left of the attackers was piles of twisted metal, fire and smoke. The village didn't look bad, some ground hits but all of the huts seemed ok, except for the one I stepped on. I hoped their was no one in it at the time, that would be awful. I shook my head getting myself back on track. I climbed down out of my mech, running at a brisk pace toward the hut I seen them go into.
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 10, 2005 19:34:22 GMT -5
My ejection pod exploded on impact, 2 kilometers away from the village. Somehow... it got blown in with the wind... I had no idea where I was. I had no idea how I had gotten so far away. The Legionnaires would definatly think i'm dead... I didn't even beleive I was alive.
Looking around, I saw fires in the distance there Sudanjin was. My communicator was destroied. No sign of the Liberty either. I forced myself to get up, but the rib that spurted forth from my torso put me back down. It was a bloody scene. I saw something coming towards me, then blacked out.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 11, 2005 10:43:12 GMT -5
As the pandemonium exploding outside the smallish hut died down, and the final ‘all clears’ came across the radio, I slowly stood up, dusting myself off, and replacing my sunglasses. Several garbled spurts of radio traffic crackled from my comm unit – evidently, someone’s transmitter had gotten knocked out of alignment during the engagement.
While Kintaru hoisted Schuster to his feet, Miyamoto and I stepped out of the hut to survey the damage. The smoldering wreckage of tanks, BattleMechs, armored cars, and bodies, most of them burned beyond recognition, littered the sandy gulch which led into Suhdanjin. A gargantuan crater, blasted into the ground a short distance away from what appeared to have been the heart of the engagement, was all that remained of Sergeant Lourde’s Uziel. The BattleMechs of Spectre and Echo Lances stood clustered together in a defensive formation, some of them badly scorched and scarred, but for the most part, intact. My Hellhound lay on its side, partially covered by the remnants of an unfortunate tank that had been very severely obliterated during the confrontation. Lieutenant Mamba’s Grim Reaper was powered down, and as we surveyed the damage, she ran toward us.
”Captain Maxwell! Is everyone okay? We took out the last of ‘em…but Sergeant Lourde…didn’t make it.”
I nodded.
“We’re fine, Lieutenant. Well done. This is Gen Miyamoto – he may have some information as to the whereabouts of the hijackers we’re after. Kintaru is with Schuster – he’s going to make it.”
Mamba shook hands with Miyamoto, and then glanced at the hut. Hearing the introduction, Schuster glanced up as he was pulling on his combat boots, and smiled at her presence.
”I hate to break up this little reunion, Captain, but there’s no telling how many of the locals are after you. I’m thinking it’s only a matter of time before the raiders descend on this village again in search of your heads and your technology, and frankly, the people of Suhdanjin have been through just about all they can handle in the past couple of days,” Miyamoto interjected. ”What’s it going to take to get this place back t… ..or…all?”
The sound of the Legionnaires’ recovery vehicle rumbling into the village drowned out the end of Miyamoto’s sentence. I waited for it to pass before I spoke.
“You said that pirates kidnapped the village elder. Did they make any demands when they came through? Any indication as to where they were headed?”
Miyamoto considered the question before responding. Though it made me slightly uneasy, I admired his intense attention to detail.
”When they came through, I was a bit preoccupied with dragging your Mister Schuster from the wreckage of his ‘Mech. By the time I got back, they were already gone. From what I understand, they came from the East, and departed to the West. I think your questions would best be answered by To'bal, the self-appointed ‘healer’ of Suhdanjin.”
I looked slightly dubious.
“A ‘self-appointed healer’? Isn’t that a bit like a ‘freelance pharmaceutical agent’?”
Miyamoto chuckled.
”If, by that, you mean ‘drug dealer,’ I won’t argue with you. Not only that, the man is a bit of a crackpot, and I doubt he’s ever had a day of medical schooling, but he means well. Soban has a slew of physical ailments, and To'bal has effectively become his right-hand man. He’s well-connected to the local drug cartel, and his remedies seem to help ease Soban's pain. Don’t ask me where he gets them from. I don’t want to know.”
I raised an eyebrow.
”The point is, he was with Soban when he was abducted.”
I nodded.
“Very well, then. Let’s meet this ‘healer.’ Perhaps he can prescribe something for the migraine I feel coming on.”
The inside of Soban’s hut was…disturbing. As Miyamoto and I stepped through the doorway, I removed my sunglasses, and almost immediately wished I had left them on. They blocked out a great deal of the nauseating psychadelic colors the walls were painted in, and lessened the effect of the half-skinned, long-deceased animals that had been unceremoniously nailed to the wall in some manner of quasi-religious act.
A slew of assorted pieces of hardware lay scattered around the tiny hut. Capacitors, circuit boards, and unidentifiable electronic components sat in places of prominence, with rosary beads carefully positioned around them. Noxious smoke billowed from a solar-powered microwave oven situated at the back of the hut, as a dangerous-looking combination of chemicals came to a boil and overflowed onto the oven’s rotating cooking grid. Kuritan spiritual music blared from a tinny-sounding speaker arranged near a manky-looking, stained mattress, which had been dragged into a far corner of the hut, and which appeared to be the only true concession to comfort evident in the cramped living quarters.
A long piece of wooden construction material had been erected in the center of the bungalow, atop which lay an assortment of controlled substances, some of them readily identifiable, while others remained questionable in nature. Behind this shameless collection stood To’bal, a huge, heavily-tattooed man, wearing an archaic technician’s headset, dressed in a ragged lab coat which covered his equally ragged villager’s clothing. He gave a yell as he noticed our presence.
”Seri qu’an! Nori ichujih tai! Miyamoto-yuan qa’ni chi bo! Ja’al gungta ra uru lai?”
Miyamoto nodded respectfully. Then, motioning for me to stand beside him, he placed his hand on my shoulder, and replied.
”Nara bo reagni ichi taru. Donda Maxwell-yuan. Gen’ta obo sai, nobu klahmai…mercenary. Legionnaire-sa. Ningpau glai-tana’sha, qal’ta no sin’pah hasu.”[/i]
To’bal took in the information, and then gave a broad grin, before coming around the corner to slam me on the back with one of his massive hands in a friendly gesture of acceptance. I winced, and returned the reverent nod I had seen Miyamoto perform upon our arrival. Collecting my thoughts, I glanced at Miyamoto.
“Is he going to help us?”
Miyamoto nodded, and then spoke a long sentence in To’bal’s native tounge. The man blinked, and an angry expression washed across his face. I repressed an impulse to reach for my sidearm.
”Danna taku-Soban! Minktau shala u’danki lingtau! Shabala, ‘naru chi nabu,’ talo no ichi klaab-nal. Faluu-qua shabala, ‘danga escala shadeem!’ Quala en tangpu falkana, ichi ubaal! Shabala, ‘Tikonov Union Spaceport.’ En shabala, ‘Oracle.’ Escri shaqalu hical nisma. Ba’laqo endihim. Faluu ja’hal-son Soban! Paktala, ensu, faluu-qua shabala ‘yangu shai, no chi nabu!”[/i]
To’bal had worked himself into a rage, and had become quite red in the face. He stormed over to the microwave, and opened the door, breathing the overpowering vapors that wafted from within. I turned to Miyamoto for a translation.
”To’bal was with Soban when the pirates arrived. He begged them for their mercy, but they wouldn’t listen. Instead, they tortured Soban for the location of the old Tikonov Union Spaceport – and for information concering one of the wrecks there – the ‘Oracle.’ When Soban finally gave up the information, they took him hostage, and forced him to guide them to their destination. The pirates told To’bal that if the villagers tried to intervene in any way, Soban would be executed.”
I was growing tired of these ‘pirates’ using civilians as their tools.
“How far is the Tikonov Union spaceport from here?”
”On foot? About two days' journey from here. ‘Mechs could cover that much ground a lot faster, however. I was out that way once – there’s not a lot there – it's in the middle of the Kli'bath Desert. In fact, it's become an archaeological dig site for some off-worlders studying the old Tikonov culture. As I understand it, there were quite a few of them out there – until the raiders massacred most of them and took their possessions.”
“Do you have its coordinates?”
Miyamoto looked at me incredulously.
”Captain – if you hadn’t noticed by now – I’m a bit down on my luck. Any mapping equipment I might have had is in my ‘Mech – and it’s not exactly in working condition at the moment. I’d be happy to escort you out there, but…”
I knew what Miyamoto was getting ready to ask.
“Very well. What would it take to get you up and running again?”
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 11, 2005 14:16:20 GMT -5
I walked back over to my 'Mech and climbed back in. I lowered the canopy. I moved around some, watching for any more attacks. I sat silently and waited for the next instructions.
For some reason I felt a deep sorrow for Lourde. I didnt know him that well but something inside said that we did know each other. I guess it was the fact that he was a Legionnaire. I shook my head. We will find him, I thought.
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 11, 2005 14:22:39 GMT -5
The next thing I knew, I was in a village hut. I couldn't see much, but I could hear people performing various religious cerimonies and shouting. I didn't know how I got to it. Once I was inside a stolen Kurita transport, and now I'm in a village hut! I looked up to see myself in a bloody -gray uniform. I...
Nubi chu iminnu! , they said, in a somewhat aggrivated tone.
Next thing I knew, I was hoisted up and led into a filthy room with multiple occupants, and 3 people with the same uniform-not bloody.
"Sargeant Lourde! You're alright! How did you...?
I cut him off and spoke: "Sargeant Lourde? How was I demoted? Where am I? Am I in a new squad? Who the hell are you people....?
It had hinted to me that something serious had happened. I must have gotten hit, and crash landed on this planet, and taken brain damage... or... something else. But the man in the same uniform... his features... were... striking. I knew I had seen them before. The intense pain from every cell in my body put me back to sleep....
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Post by Lance Commander Marcus Taylor on Jul 11, 2005 14:31:39 GMT -5
8 of the 10 LRMs tore from their launchers and plowed into the last ancient tank that the raiders had brought to bear. The turret rode a pillar of fire skyward and crashed back down humorously on top of a jeep sporting a recoilless rifle.
I turned to survey the battlefield and saw that it was clear of hostiles and I thundered over to the fallen Uziel belonging to Wedge.
Wedge...
Spectre-4 to any unit. We get a track of Wedge's ejection pod?
Negative Spectre-4. We cannot confirm the loaction of the ejection pod nor confirm an ejection at all.
My heart sank. Twice now in this Op I have lost a Lancemate. Garland was okay and I had felt better, but now Wedge was gone?
Wedge and I had a history together. We were part of the Black Ops unit Zeus's Brawlers under the command of Cmdr. Wayne. Both of us had the honor of serving the escort lance for our beloved commander. He had just made the promotion to personal guard the day we transferred to the Legionnaires on the commander's orders.
Now, the last person I had known was gone and this time it didn't look like he was coming back. I hung my head down low and for the first time I felt alone. I forced back tears, but I knew one can only be so strong.
Spectre-4, I copy that.
Spectre-4 reporting all systems still within nominal operating levels. I'm at 70% ammo capacity, my left leg is in the yellow, but all other armor levels reporting green status.
I copy Spectre-4. Fall in on my Raven, nice shooting Taylor.
Sadness turned to anger and then to determination as I fell into formation with Holms Raven.
I will not fail my duties...
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on Jul 11, 2005 16:17:50 GMT -5
Wedge laid on the floor of the straw hut looking around nervously. His eyes shot around the darkened hut like an animal desperately seeking a safe place to hide.
"Sargeant Lourde? How was I demoted? Where am I? Am I in a new squad? Who the hell are you people....?” He said with utter desperation in his voice.
"Wedge? Wedge are you ok?” I said, crouching to his level and reaching my hand out to grab a hold of him in an attempt to calm him down. He flinched away from my hand, recoiling in fear and forced himself back into the straw “bed” he laid upon.
“…Who-who are you?!” he said with a slight quiver in his voice.
“Its me… Kintaru! Don’t you remember?” I said, still crouched and keeping my distance.
“K-Kintaru… that name. It sounds familiar… but…ARGH! What the hell is going on?!” He said with frustration, grinding his hands into his hair. I sat there, my heart sank. Amnesia.
“Wedge, its ok. I’m your friend. If you want me to help you… you need to come with me.” I said out stretching my hand. Lourde controlled his breathing and began to think. He eventually held out his hand grudgingly. As I pulled him up, he nearly collapsed into me. Amazingly he hadn’t broken any bones from his tremendous fall. The tribes men found had found him fifteen minutes after the battle that met his Uziel’s end. During that time the Liberty had made its new position just outside the perimeter of Suhdanjin. The look on these simple people when they saw the Liberty land will always stick in my mind. The look of utter amazement was something that reminded me the first time I had seen a drop ship land. With the Liberty positioned, we were able to track Wedge’s homing signal his neuro helmet broadcasted when his mech forced the ejection. Although I had personally gone to sort the matter, the tribes men insisted that because it was “their territory” that they “escort” me across “their” land. After finding him, he was taken back to the village where To'bal gave the Staff Sergeant one of his home brewed remedies… unfortunately for Wedge, I had no say in the matter. Wedge had several forms of medicine forced down his throat. The substance itself LOOKED illegal, however I could only hope it would help. After the “badness” was purged from his body by the ritual that took place after the medicine was administered, he was brought here.
Now was the time to take him to a real doctor. As soon as I stepped out of the hut, I took Wedge to the field ambulance that was positioned just a few meters away. They laid Wedge out on a wheeled stretcher and placed him in the ambulance straight away. Before the doors closed, the injured man raised his hand.
“Wait!” he said signalling for me to come closer. I did as he asked
“Kintaru… thank you.” he said, giving a brief smile. Before I could reply, the doors slammed shut and he was whisked away. As the ambulance shot up the ramp that led to the Mech Bay, Schuster’s newly repaired Shadow Cat proudly walked its way towards where the rest of our mech’s were placed. As he powered down and made his way towards us, I could tell the Shadow Cat still had some damages to it’s legs. The legs looked bent, thus meaning Schuster’s mech was lower than usual. However, they still functioned which was the main thing. The Corporal himself appeared to be fine. A few scratches and bruises here and there, but he was in fighting condition. We were all stunned to see how enthusiastic he was about getting back into the mech to serve along side us. Who ever raised this man certainly raised him well.
“Any news on Garland?” Maxwell asked Schuster.
There has been no sign of his sir. The decks have been searched from top to bottom… but nothing has been found. He wasn’t even registered entering the Liberty while it was temporarily stationed at the Phoenix site, sir.” the Corporal replied.
“…Shit” he muttered “Its official… Garland is M.I.A….” Maxwell said. The three of us had huddled together to continue our talks. As those words passed the Captain’s lips, our hearts sank. First off, Schuster and Garland had fallen and went missing. Then WE found Garland, but not Schuster. Then we found Schuster in some backwards little village, probably in a worse state then originally intended if Soban had gotten to him. Then Wedge suffered injuries and To'bal’s questionable medical skills. Now Garland was M.I.A.
“Sir, what are we going to do? We are two men down. We’d be fine if it was just one… but two? We don’t even know the enemy’s forces.” I said, sounding desperate for myself. Ben took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh. After some long thinking and what appeared to be a large debate heating up in his mind, he finally flicked his comms. on.
“This is Captain Maxwell. Call up Zhukov and tell him to be combat ready in ten minutes. And… tell him to bring the Legionnaire…” Maxwell said, almost sounding unconfident in what he said about what Zhukov should bring. Flicking off the mic, he turned to us to speak.
“This should be the perfect time to field test this baby…” he said, sounding unsure of himself.
The wind kicked up a little and whistled as though it was the voice of the planet. It sounded as if it was in pain…
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