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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jul 24, 2005 14:38:55 GMT -5
"Archangel - move your vehicle out of the area immediately. There will not be much of this target left once I have finished."
"You heard Reeve's let's move it. We don't want to be in the way when she comes rumbling down the street."
Reeve's moved the MIT to a safe place, if that is possible in a war zone. We watched as the clanner took care of the Mongoose. Then I waited almost holding my breath when she asked for the Captain's status.
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 24, 2005 16:06:57 GMT -5
"Captain, are you ok?" I said, anticipation in my voice. I jogged steadily behind Thatstus's significantly slower 'mech.
The sight was terrible. A skyscraper, in a terrible state had fallen, and Maxwell with it. A light Mongoose had rammed it into a building. I rounded the corner to see Thastus's Mad Cat II destroy the bastard. Not far from the damage was a Mash Vehicle. Alpha-5.
"Alpha-3, do you copy? That explosion definatly drew attention. We might have company very soon. We need to cover this area."
"Are you giving me orders? I don't... Copy that... Alpha-4." She said, with a sigh in her voice. She sounded like she had given up on her 'pride' thing.
"First, we need to confirm that Maxwell is OK. You go stand by that building. I'll keep looking around"
"Copy, Alpha-3."
" Alpha-5. Can you confirm Alpha-1's condition?" Almost immedatly, Alpha 3's voice followed
"Alpha 5, is Alpha-1 Ok?"
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on Jul 24, 2005 17:22:20 GMT -5
Dr Saturina’s message screamed into my ear, penetrating the very depth of my hearing. I quickly dispatched an Owens, who had put up a very dreary battle. My gauss rifle round smashed into the cockpit, obliterating the pilot. Without any hesitation, I swung my mech around just in time to see the Mongoose get torn apart by the clanner’s Mad Cat mk II. It was a spectacular display of total carnage. Just as I saw the Mongoose’s bitter end, I watched in horror as the building let out a large straining groan, as the metallic construct began to teeter towards Ben.
“Maxwell!!” I feebly called shouted into my mic. I began to charge towards Ben’s position, hoping I could conjure up some sort of miraculous plan to save our leader. I didn’t need to.
The towering building reached it’s 45o angle and loomed over the helpless Captain. As momentum and gravity gained virtue the building was greeted by another barrage of attacks from the clanner. Maxwell’s Legionnaire scrambled to it’s feet just in time as a cloud of thick dust and debris came crashing down around him.
“Maxwell! Are you okay!?” I shouted over the mic. There was a long pause.
“…Yeh I’m fine. Thank you… Ai--”
“No need for gratification mercenary! I’m a clanner, not a charity…” she said. I could nearly hear Maxwell’s teeth grinding.
“… just be… more careful…” she said in a tone I hadn’t heard before. It sounded as if… she was genuinely concerned. And with that, she took her leave back into the flurry that was battle with Wedge followed closely behind, having their small conversation. What an interesting character.
Suddenly a stray LRM exploded beneath my feet, causing me stumble ever so slightly. Swivelling around on my axis, I saw a group of five light mechs coming towards us, all of them with an angry intent on destroying us. Four Ullers and a Stiletto, who led the pack, clambered towards us, fireing random “spoke” shots to try and intimidate us. It only made them look childish. As they lined up in single file between a column of towering buildings. I prepared myself for the battle that wound ensue, however there was no need to. Without warning, the buildings around the small enemy group exploded at their base’s. The buildings began to fall into the streets that the five moronic now stood. The five stooges banged into each other and stumbled around wildly trying to avoid their impending doom. With a thunderous smash, the small group of mechs were no more. We all stared in disbelief at what had just happened. As the dust settled, someone’s voice came over the coms that I did not recognise.
“Mighty Legionnaires! This is Victor Travaski. We thank you in your assistance to our cause. We also thank you for allowing those traitorous pig-dogs to fall right into our trap! You like no?” said a young man’s voice, with a harsh Russian accent.
“The Reach will be victorious! Baras Vidahli!” he chanted.
Baras Vidahli… I thought to myself. Where had I heard that before. I was suddenly overwhelm with shock. I fumbled around with my comms to reply to The Reach member.
“Baras Vidahli?! Are you… I mean, are you THE REACH?!” I stuttered, sounding like an excited child.
“Our name is becoming ever so popular! So you’ve heard of us?!” replied the man proudly. My god… this wasn’t just some crazy coincidence. This WAS the same “The Reach” that gave my tribe the ancient Jade Map Stone over 100 years ago. These were the people I needed to talk to. The entire Inner Sphere depended on it.
“Captain… this isn’t just a coincidence. This IS The Reach I knew! These are the people I need to talk to… they may have another Jade Map Stone! Sir… it is imperative I talk to these people face to face.” I shouted excitedly. Static filled the airwaves. I nearly jumped out of my seat, I was so tense.
“Kintaru.. How do you know--”
“Baras Vidahli! Those were the very words The Reach said 100 years ago to my great ancestors. Its an ancient term that they believed gave them strength. Sir… I’m begging you. The fate of the Inner Sphere rests on this very planet, with the very people we are helping.”
I sat eagerly awaiting his response.
“… Kinaru… you know I couldn’t stop you if I tried. Are you SURE about this?” Maxwell said, sounding uneasy about the whole idea.
“Sir, I am positive. I know you would be one man down in that battle… but--”
“Negative, I will be TWO men down Lieutenant. Dr Saturina, I want you to go with Kintaru, your medical skills may come in handy.” Ben said, surprising me. He obviously knew how important this was to me… or rather to everyone and everything that ever existed.
“Yes sir.” replied a tired sounding Saturina. She was obviously feeling the stress of war. Weren’t we all?
I had powered down my mech and climbed down the ladder just as the MASH ambulance came to a screeching halt meters ahead of me. The Doctor rushed out, strapping her medical bag to here back.
“Victor, this is Alpha 2 of the Legionnaires. I wish to meet with you. What is your position?” I asked excitedly into the microphone head set. Finally, there was hope for us all.
“Alpha 2, we are currently--” I thunderous explosion interrupted the called. I looked to my left to see a VETOL swooping above a small building which was now burning on fire. The VETOL, now happy with its successful bombing run, flew off into the distance and out of sight.
“Victor?! Do are you ok?! Do you copy?! Over?!” I shouted in desperation into my mic.
“Look! Over there!” Saturina shouted, pointing just beyond the blazing building. I caught a glimpse of several men running into what appeared to be a large sewer hole that stood out the side a fairly large cliff face. They were using the sewer system to safely travel around the city… very cleaver.
Without further hesitation I took off towards the entrance. Just as I did, Ben’s voice came over the head set again.
“Kintaru… Good luck.” he said, as he began to take his mighty Legionnaire into battle.
“… Take care sir.” I replied. Without another moments pause, I began to ran towards the sewer.
“HAY! Wait up!” The Doctor shouted as she chased after me.
There WAS still hope…
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jul 24, 2005 22:06:34 GMT -5
As soon as the Captain ordered me to go with Kintaru. I left instructions to my medical team that would be left behind.
"Dr. Edwards you have the MIT, the rest of you just listen to him as you would me. Take care of our unit, never be afraid to risk your lives to help one of them. Everybody take care and be safe. I will return as soon as I can."
I had a good team. The best I thought. Hand picked by me. As soon as the mash unit pulled up to where Kintaru was I jumped out, carrying as much of my medical supplies as I could. I seen Kintaru take off, so, I yelled to wait up, and went running after him.
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Post by Lance Commander Marcus Taylor on Jul 24, 2005 22:16:15 GMT -5
I chased around a few straggling vtols and armor units that were harassing the rebel forces. One APC in particular was ferrying shock troops to an entrenched bunker like structure that was fending off a good bulk of the rebels.
I charged in and watched a few shoulder launched rockets streak past harmlessly as I closed in. I closed within range of my ER Large Laser and picked at the APCs thin Starslab armor and eventually cut through, immolating all within and detonating the fuel tanks creating a fiery plume.
I decided to let loose a hail of LRMs into the bunker along with some laser fire before moving on, which seemed to aid the rebel attackers as they rushed the structure and eventually overran it.
Bravo-3 reporting the rebels are starting to overrun the primary Loyalist defensive lines.
Copy that Bravo-3, keep pressing the attack.
Roger that. Bravo-3 pressing the attack.
I barked at my computer.
Computer, give me ammunition count.
LRM-5 Ammunition - 50% Machine Gun Ammunition - 35%
I glanced at my heat gauge and saw I was still well within safe parameters.
I also checked my armor levels, which showed that all around I was at 82%.
So far, so good.
With the rebels overrunning the defensive lines in the area I charged ahead to where the rebel front lines were wavering.
Upon arrival, I found a badly mauled Commando and a Hussar attacking the artillery support for the rebels. I let loose some LRMs and watched them slam into the Commando, which simply fell to the ground and stayed put as rebel infantry swarmed over it.
I next turned to the Hussar that was firing off it's only weapon, a Large Laser. It's speed was about the only thing saving it from destruction, so I decided to speed up the process some. Another wave of LRMs crashed into the top of the mech, destroying the Large Laser and now leaving the mech defenceless.
I began a hasty retreat, but was felled when several well placed Long Tom rounds plowed into the rear armor and essntially immolated the mech where it stood.
The tide of the battle was going from even to that of victory, but we all were in need of ammo and armor refits. This would be a victory, if only by a slim margin.
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Post by Gen Miyamoto on Jul 24, 2005 22:47:22 GMT -5
Bravo 6 rushed by me, taking harassing fire from circling Cyranos. I made a quick check to the rear of the assault, only to find that the rebel forces had been succefully flanked by aggresive and powerful hovercraft battlegroups. I quickly considered the current tactical situation and was shocked to find us being set up for a nasty pincer movement. Our ammunition and weapons were running low, we couldn't handle that much concentrated fire.
I picked up speed to try and outpace the rushing storm of combat vehicals while I called out on the unit comms, "Bravo Lance, be alert! We--"
The next thing I knew, I was rushing vertically and my mech was slowly being consumed by a blue aura. A quick bolt of light flew from the raised defenses and replicated my situation of one the mammoth Mylodon mechs. Damn! That Burke must have nailed me with another PPC. I couldn't contact the unit at all to warn them of the dangerous situation. Things did not look good for Theatre II.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 25, 2005 8:01:31 GMT -5
As Kintaru and Saturina disappeared into the war-torn depths of the sprawling metropolis, I took a moment to assess my 'Mech's condition. With the force of the blow I had taken, coupled with the subsequent fall, I was fully anticipating multiple subsystems to have sustained damage. I wasn't disappointed.
The Legionnaire's left arm actuator was completely jammed; the end result, no doubt, of having a multi-ton section of building fall on it from about thirty feet up, and the arm itself was frozen in a half-extended position that made it ripe for amputation by the first crack pilot that took a shot at it. The right arm, however, while damaged, was still functional, and I chuckled as I realized that the severed arm of the Commando was still held firmly in the grip of its battle claw.
My forward armor's damage indicators had phased to a yellowish-orange hue in the areas where the collision had taken place, and I credited good fortune for the fact that my prominent cockpit hadn't been crushed under the force of impact. A feed jam, which I hadn't had opportunity to clear during the heat of the incident, still prevented my Rotary AC/5 from firing, but I was confident I could rectify that small matter before the next bout of combat.
As I maneuvered my BattleMech back onto the street, my comm unit once crackled to life with the thickly-accented voice of Victor Travaski.
"Mercenary commander - thank you for your help eliminating loyalist dogs in sector. Our forces have moved into position, and we now holding our own. You may proceed to your next objective, da?"
I smiled.
"Roger that, tovarisch Travaski. If you need us to return to your location, you know how to reach us."
"You speak Russian!" Travaski exclaimed. "I should like to meet you one day. Perhaps once we have crushed the regime for good."
I chuckled, as I steered toward Nav Beta - the capitol itself - and the heart of the corrupt government.
"Perhaps...perhaps. Good hunting, Commander Travaski."
I ejected several live rounds from my autocannon's feed belt, clearing the jam. The Legionnaire's readouts at last showed green.
"Alpha Lance - form up on me. Let's finish this!"
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Post by Star Captain Killian Bekker on Jul 25, 2005 11:28:12 GMT -5
[glow=Green,2,300]- Elsewhere in Clan Space -[/glow] Fools! I slammed my fist on the console.Killian, what is it?I turned to Sarah.Here, have a look for yourself. I handed over the datapad. Her face contorted as the anger swelled within.Who do they think they are? They will undo us all.Indeed. Helmsman! Set jump coordinates for the planet Valasha. All hands man your battlestations! This is NOT a drill. I repeat, this is NOT a drill.Klaxxons blared and the ship lurched as it heeled hard to port in preparation for a system jump.Killian, I will prepare our Command Star.No. I want a full Trinary prepped and ready to go. Command, Assault and Medium Recon elements. We are going in hot. She snapped a salute and strolled off the bridge with a brisk pace. The bridge suddenly became a hive of activity as star charts and tactical maps of the planet's surface.ETA? Calculating that now Star Captain.Well, whatever it is, it's not fast enough.
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Post by Nicholas Schuster on Jul 25, 2005 12:23:03 GMT -5
I exploded across the battlefield, my Shadow Cat nearing its redline speed as it charged into the thick of the fray that erupted on all sides of us. Rockets shot past me cockpit, explosions buffetted my Mech, and all hell generally broke loose as I tried to keep my focus on the Panther which had taken notice of me. A bolt of coherently focused electroplasma shot from one of his gun ports, smashing into my Shadow Cat and disrupting my HUD as it bled its electricity into its systems. I fought with the now-jittery controls as the EMP effect ran its course, just managing to get a gauss shot off, which tore off the Panther's weapon arm in a devastating display. Four Short Range missiles spiraled from its chest, impacting my already-scorched cockpit with an explosive fury that seared a section of the ferroglass to a crispy black. I unleashed a return volley, pounding the humanoid walker with six blossoms of flame, and followed up the hit with a devastating gauss and laser combo that literally tore the Mech's upper torso from the lower half.
As one Mech fell, another took its place, battering my Shadow Cat with brutal Ultra AC/5 fire that sent a number of my damage indicators into the orange and red. A Sentinel, apparently fairly angry at my series of victories against its lancemates, had broken off from the main engagement to come after me, and was now letting me know in no uncertain terms that he didn't like me one bit. Twin impacts from its Streak SRM-2s reaffirmed this, and I wheeled my guns around to face its stout body. It came at me, on a vector that I couldn't outmaneuver, and hauled its mechanized fist back to strike my Shadow Cat square in the left temple. My Mech plowed to the ground, kicking up dirt and debris as it skidded a few short meters. I was thrown against my harness, and let out an obscenity as I fought to regain the upper hand. I fired my Jump Jets, allowing my Shadow Cat time to readjust its balance while in the air, and unleashed a gauss round into the Sentinel's head. The round flew wide, only denting the 'Mech's armor as it grazed off.
As I landed, the Sentinel opened fire with its Ultra AC/5, blasting away at the weapon's maximum rate. Several tons of molten slag bled off my Mech's tormented armor as I tried desparately to avoid the impacts, returning fire as best I could. The whine of an autocannon round whizzing past my cockpit, followed almost immediately by a terrible impact, and the sound of wrenching metal, signified the end of my Shadow Cat's left arm, and along with it, the suite of lasers it contained. I snapped off another gauss round, scoring a nice hit on the 'Mech's melee arm, rendering it useless.
The relentless barrage of autocannon fire continued, much to my disappointment, but it seemed to be getting more and more erratic. I swung the Shadow Cat into a Circle of Death, pivoting my torso inward to get a look at the Sentinel. Through my zoom window, I could see that the Mech's autocannon arm was vibrating violently, and beginning to spasm as the pilot continued firing. The muzzle of the weapon glowed white-hot, and looked like a flare in the darkness of the night.
Suddenly, the Sentinel's arm began flailing uncontrollably, sending autocannon rounds spraying everywhere. The pilot quickly let up on the trigger, as the arm continued to twitch, before finally falling to hang limply at the Sentinel's side.
'Sentinels are known for their dodgy wiring. Prolonged firing often causes a total loss of control of the arm, effectively rendering the AC/5 useless and cutting the Sentinel's combat capabilities almost in half.'[/color] I thought to myself, remembering a passage from a field manual during my BattleMech training. Guess he didn't read his owner's manual.[/i]
Without its melee arm, and its AC/5 out of service, the Sentinel would now have to rely solely on its small laser and its SRM packs to get it out of its current predicament. My Shadow Cat, however, was overwhelmingly well-armed by comparison, and it was only a matter of time before my Circle of Death maneuvering, coupled with the Sentinel's increasingly weakened state, reduced the Mech to a bubbling pile of slag on the battlefield.
That's one more for the kill boards!
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Post by alice on Jul 25, 2005 14:28:52 GMT -5
Since the Doc. had left with Kintaru, all of us had been overwhelmed with casualties. Mostly civilians, some rebels. So far none of the Legionnaires had need for medical assistance, this of course was a good thing.
Reeve's would drive where ever we were needed, but we didn't stray too far from where the Legionnaires were fighting. Like the Doc. always said our unit comes first, so we were always close by. I was shaken from my momentary thoughts by Dr. Edwards voice yelling to spread out and get to work. I grabbed my medical bags and took off running, kneeling down to help the first person I came across that needed my help. This was way more then we had done in previous battles, cause we usually were just around for the Legionnaires, but this was a very different situation. I opened my bags and began working on my first patient.
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on Jul 25, 2005 16:15:38 GMT -5
The world around us fluttered into total destruction, like a thousand dove’s commanding the end of lives as me and Doctor Saturina rushed into the sewer entrance. Such a surprising turn of events had taken place. One moment we are attacking mass amounts of the enemy, helping freedom fighters claim what was rightfully theirs. The Legionnaires were united in this single cause. Now me and the doctor had split off from alpha lance to fight for something more significant than planet Valasha. We now fought for the entire Inner Sphere.
We ran down the concrete tube, our foot steps echoing and dim flashes of light began to cascade through the cracks. Luckily the system had dried up, so the chances of slipping were minor. Though the sewage had been drained away, the stench of excrement and urine had not evaded the aging system. The sewer system was a gigantic underground maze that eventually ran beneath the entire city. Occasionally, dust fell from the roof of the tall cylindrical structure, indicating that the battle was still raging fiercely. Even at this depth it was evident as from time to time violent trembling caused us to stop. Every time an explosion occurred, the dim lighting of this long tube of dried up shit would flicker and sometimes would flick out for several long moments before gradually refilling the area with poor, brown filtered lighting. I felt as if we were walking down an unstable colon. However, we continued to press on. As we delve deeper into the maze, I soon began to think… this could have been a bad idea. For some reason, our radios were not functioning properly, and our ears were greeted by the saddening sound of static. Although we had only been walking around here for twenty minutes, I already felt like turning back… and not because of the putrid stench that inflamed my nostrils. How could we find them? There were no foot prints to follow, and the few ones we had seen had turned out to be ours. It seemed as if we were getting nowhere fast. After twenty five minutes of getting lost and running around in circles, I stopped at a cross junction.
“What’s wrong?” said a panting Jessica.
“… I just need time to stop and think.” I said quietly as dull thuds of explosions vibrated the entire sewer system, sending down countless partials of dust and “de-scaling” the shit incrusted walls.
“We…” I paused as a large flake of god forsaken excrement landed on my shoulder. I toughly swiped my shoulder, taking note to clean the suit though roughly after all this. “… we need to just wait a second… they cant be far. By the way, what are you packing?”
“I beg your pardon?” she replied, sounding a little embarrassed.
“Are you packing any heat? A firearm? Any weapons at all?” I asked, as I regrettably leaned against a wall. She understood, however her face did not relax into what I was hoping.
“Kintaru, I’m a Doctor for Christ’s sake! I’m here to save lives, not end them.” she said, sounding upset with me. I walked towards her, un-holstered my plasma hand gun and placed it into her open palm.
“What?! You want me to carry THIS?” she said, sounding shocked.
“You know how to fire it don’t you?” I replied, as I inspected my automatic ballistics rifle. Turns out I had loaded the gun, but had forgotten to place a round in the chamber. If I had pulled the trigger with an enemy 10 meters in front of me, nothing would have came out of my gun. You didn’t need a degree in metabolic fusion to know that that was a bad thing. I pulled back the action and watched, through the brass ejection port, as the round was pushed into place. Locked and loaded.
“Yeh… but--”
“So then you will be fine. Its for your own protection anyways.” I said, double checking I had my usual three magazines left. Saturina frowned before going over the pistol herself, examining it to familiarise herself with basic functions of the pistol. As she did that, I with drew three magazines for the pistol she held in her hand and chucked them towards her. She caught them and stuffed them in her back pocket. Good thing they didn’t land on that god awful floor…
“Right, we’d best get a move on if we hope---”
“DROP YOUR WEAPONS!” said a loud Russian voice. From all four sections of the cross junction came armed men in grey, dirty jumpsuits. I grudgingly placed my weapon on the floor, as did the Doctor.
“NOW! On your knees!” he said, pressing his rifle against my temple. They meant business… it was a shame I was about to kneel into some…
“Who are you?!” the man shouted.
“I am Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru of the Legionnaires--” I said before being interrupted.
“And the lady?” he replied in his, almost familiar Russian voice.
“She is Doctor Jessica Santurina. She’s also with the Legionnaires…” I said as I tried to figure out who he was. The man lifted a bushy eye brow as he thought long and hard.
“Tell me… what is your call sign?!” he said, looking mighty proud of his question. I then realised who I was talking to.
“I-” I said slowly standing up, the other men taking a rushed step forward pointing their rifles at my head.
“I am Alpha 2. AND you… Are Victor Travaski.” I said smiling as I saw his dirt covered face brighten up. “… am I correct?”
“So… this is Alpha 2? Huh?” he said, lowering his weapon.
“And to think I made you knee in shit…” he said chuckling to himself as he embraced me. I stumbled back and caught a questionable glance from Jessica. I relied her glance with a helpless one of my own. Regardless, everyone lowered their weapons. The resistance member that was watching Saturina bent over and picked her pistol up for her, after wiping some “man-mud” off of it. She thanked the man with a nervous smile.
“SO!” said Victor after letting go of me from his mammoth embrace. "What brings you here “Alpha 2”” he said cheerfully.
“Victor… I’m not going to beat around the bush here. I need to see the Elder of The Reach.” I said, throwing my rifle over my shoulder. Victor’s face suddenly fell into a very serious one.
“Kei-teh… some of our higher ranking men aren’t allowed within 100 meters of the great elder. What makes you think that she will want to see you?!” he said looking slightly angered at me. I knew this was a high request… but I had to ask.
“Victor… My reasons for seeing the Great Elder are justified. It is regarding… The Jade Stone Fortune…” I said, locking eyes with the war ridden man. His frown was replaced with a look of seriousness.
“…So…” he said, struggling to collect his words. He let out a great sigh. “… I cant promise anything Alpha 2... “Kei-teh”… The Great Elder is a very busy person…” he said, trailing off as another explosion above rocked the sewer.
“I can take you to her, but it will be her choice if she wishes to speak to you. And if she doesn’t, you MUST leave it at that. No ifs or buts. Understand?” He said before taking in a deep breath.
“Now…” he said taking in another deep breath and a pasting a large smile on his face. I wasn’t sure if it was genuine or not, but the situation suggested it wasn’t.
“Now… we take leave to The Great Elder.”
And with that, we set off through the masses of shit smelling foulness.
At last. Progress…
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Post by Kathryn "SplitTail" Wayne on Jul 25, 2005 16:57:16 GMT -5
[glow=Green,2,300]- In Hyperspace -[/glow] My combat boots thundered down the passageway as I turned and entered the Mech Bay. I grabbed the first tech I saw.Are we ready? Yes maam. Vampire Star is loaded and ready for insertion upon arrival. Ghost and Wraith Stars are fitted and ready for Hot Drop as requested.I let go of the fairly low ranking tech as he adjusted his uniform, snapped a salute and ran off to some assigned task I had interrupted him from.
I stormed across the Mech Bay in a foul mood.Those fools...insolent pups...I will teach them who is the better...They will learn their place is at the bottom of the food chain.As I approached my mech Firestorm, several tech scattered leaving only the head technician at the foot of my 85 Ton killing machine.Well?! Speak! I don't have time for petty details. The technician was terrified. He had never seen me this angry and I knew that there was no way he could change the mood I was in. Killian perhaps could, but he was even more enraged than I was. Even I wasn't going to try and calm him.You...you're all set maam.Good. I climbed up the gantry and climbed into my mechs cramped cockpit. My cockpit had an additional ton of armor added at the expense of an ejection pod.
I uploaded the new tactical data into my computer. By now, it was probably already outdated.
The radio crackled to life.Vampire Star mechwarriors report to your mechs. We will be preparing for insertion in 30 minutes.Star Captain Kabrinski to the bridge, what is our status?We are about to exit Hyperspace maam.Understood.I turned to see Killian standing outside my cockpit. This was the last time I'd see him out of his mech from here on out.Sarah, fight well.I will Killian. You too. He leaned into the cockpit and we shared a brief kiss. Smiling, he closed the hatch and I watched him walk to Soul Reaper, his Hellbringer.
Although our moments were brief while on duty, I knew that they were heartfelt. I worried about him being a slightly lighter mech, but he was a capable pilot and stated that there were few Assault Class mechs that he liked.
Sooner or later, I'd convince him otherwise. I hoped.
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Post by Holms Net on Jul 25, 2005 17:11:43 GMT -5
"Ya, I'm alrig... err... well, that can't be good. My entire right leg is not gonna be able to move, which means I'm gonna have to get some help getting up... if you wouldn't mind."
Before I had even finished talking, I was helped upright. I was still in no condition to fight however, and started limping off towards the forest. I was using every operational program for keeping hidden, but I was easily gonna be sniped. Fortunatly, a friendly 'Mech was keeping me covered. I didn't have time to see who it was and what kind of "Mech before I heard an explosion behind me. A large tank had exploded nearby, causing quite a few others to go down with it.
Turning around to check it, however, I had ended up meeting something I didn't want to see. A medium sized 'Mech had just jumped up over the backside of the base, from what I could see, it was a Dervish. A volley of LRMs and lasers struck right into the allied 'Mech following me, right into it's left leg, it hitting the ground and throwing up dirt around me.
I was lucky enough to be unseeable in my escape to the forest... or so I thought. Four hovers had come up, within about 10-20 meters from my 'Mech and one of them dealt a hard blow to my damaged leg, sending me to the ground. One of the hovers was closing in closer. In fact, so close that I could do something interesting. I hit my jumpjets and the flaming energy went straight into the cabin, bruning it and its pilot. However, my 'Mech was pushed on the ground, digging my Raven's head into the ground at a horrible angle. The neck of the Raven nearly broke off with the strain of the push on the ground, making it extremely vulnerable.
And the Pegasus' took advantage of that. A swarm of missles from it, sliced right into the neck, blowing it near off the rest of my torso and causing a major problem. I was about to go down, and I didn't feel like dying. My head was still dragged into the ground at an angle towards where I had last seen the forest. I hit the eject and I was flying through the sign, knocked out of control by a massive explosion from a 'Mech going up in flames. It was impossible to see where I was going through the dizzying flying through the sky. Only seconds before I hit the ground, everything became black, but I could still hear myself breathing and feel the pain from the ground I had laded on. Alive, but hardly. Before I could even think more, I lost consiousness.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Jul 25, 2005 17:29:53 GMT -5
The moments in the foul smelling cylindrical passage ways were more then anyone should have to endure. At least now Kintaru had found the guy he was searching for quickly. Thanks to that we would be leaving this disgusting place soon.
The guy holding his gun on me bent and picked up the gun Keith had given me. He wiped it off and offered it to me. I looked at him with a disgusting look on my face. I reached for it taking it with my thumb and forefinger, holding it like it was a dead rat. Truthfully to me it might as well have been, it was just as abhorrent to me as the dead rat. With my face all scrunched up I thank the man.
"Hmmm, Thanks"
I took the offending piece of equipment and stuck it in my belt. I sighed and looked over to Kintaru. Kintaru and the other gentlemen had reached some sort of agreement. We were on our way out of the sewer system. Thank God .....
We moved along the tunnels quickly now. Them being the creators of these tunnels knew just which way to go. In no time at all we reached the end of the tunnel, walking out into fresh air I took a deep cleansing breath. We came out into some very lush vegetation, a beautiful place considering where we were exiting. I could see the city in the distance, I would say we were about a mile out. The leader kept walking without stopping for a moment. I kept in step with them, no problem. We would be there soon. It would be interesting to find out what lay ahead of us.
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Post by Gen Miyamoto on Jul 25, 2005 17:48:17 GMT -5
My decent was slow and gentle, granting oppertunities to the still swarming numbers of Aerotech and vehicals opertunities to pick me out of the sky. Luck was with me on this mission, I supposed, as I landed generally unnoticed and unharmed.
The view the ejection had afforded me gave me a pretty good feel for the situation, not that it helped anybody. As it stood now, we may just be able to clinch it. The Black Rats' forces had been completley desimated and the rebels were trying to regroup on the right flank. They didn't have much left, thier air assests were all but unaided in the battle and have been subsequently anihilated and the ground vehicals had been depleted to a Kanga jumptank, two Scimitar hovercraft, and a Hetzer assault vehical. Peytre Alexev was trying to protect his rallying comrades from marauding Peregrines and Condors.
As for the Legionaires, I saw an ejection on the extreme left flank, which I suspect was Bravo 2. If true, that leaves Bravo 3 in his Bushwacker to assume command. His hefty mech was trying to outrange some longtom artillery batteries while Bravo 5 seemed to have been legged and now was taking the full amount of punishment that a Dervish could unleash. Bravo 4 just completed a circle of death with the Sentinel and was now dancing with the flanking sweep of vehicals. I could make out the distincitve shape of Beagles and Scorpions admist the crowd of half a dozen Galleons.
We could seal this and get to capturing Alvarez if we just played the feild smart. If we got sloppy, this could get costly and close. I hoped to holy hell that they could keep it together.
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