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Post by Star Captain Killian Bekker on Jul 26, 2005 20:18:58 GMT -5
I watched as the Legionnaires M*A*S*H unit pulled away as we plodded through the now near vacant streets. There was still heavy fighting going on, but nobody wanted to draw our fire.
Wraith-1, we got the attention of some of the Jade Falcons. It looks like we've got about 2 Stars inbound to our position.
Sir...you're not going to believe this, but the Jade Falcon bondsman, is FIGHTING her own Clan!
Well, she has more honor than we gave her credit for. She is honorbound to her rede.
Ghosts let's draw them in and flank them. Be careful to not start a grand melee. Use the city to your advantage and remember to check your fire.
We've got civilians and friendlies abound and we don't need to deal with that right now.
I fired at a Stormcrow and drew it's attention as it began to make it's way towards me. It unloaded with LRMs and a punishing barrage of Medium Pulse Lasers.
Next to me I watched 4 ER PPCs go past and slam into a Grendel's Center torso. The shock spun the mech and it hit the Stormcrow that I had engaged. As the Grendel tried to recover a second volley of LRMs and ER PPCs tore into it and made the mech go limp as it crashed to the ground.
I closed to short range and sent an Alpha Strike which plowed into the missle rack that was above the Stormcrows cockpit and detonated ammo bins galore. The mech fell into a heap with smoke billowing from the remains.
I watched as 2 Summoners rounded the corner and each pump an Alpha Strike into Wraith-4. The overwhelming firepower sent the Rifleman IIc staggering backwards into a building. The building came crashing down burying the mech and creating a cloud of dust that covered much of that city block.
Sir they've begun a grand melee!
All units, grand melee on Clan Jade Falcon forces. Let's fight fire with fire!
Sir, be advised a Legionnaire medical unit is trapped in the center of fighting!
Ghost-2, on me!
We charged hard into the center of what was now total chaos. My 65 Ton mech and Ghost-2's 85 Ton mech plowed headlong into an all out free for all.
I spotted the hapless ambulance that had seen us come down moments earlier. Two Vipers moved in for the attack as one was struck with several PPCs from the Warhawk that was on my flank.
I fired off at the other 40 Ton Mech but most of my shots went short as the pilot expertly backpedaled.
Reports came in that Ghost 4 and 5 were down and out of the fight.
Another blast from the now enraged Warhawk sent one of the Vipers tumbling over. As it tried to rise up, the Legionnaire Ambulance fired it's small anti-infantry laser at it and apparently did some damage as a leg acutator failed as the mech crashed back down.
A Dire Wolf turned the corner and an Alpha Strike and dealt death from it's 100 Ton frame and immolated the second Viper.
Ghost-1 to Legionnaire Medical unit. We will escort you out of here.
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Post by Lance Commander William Rhodes on Jul 26, 2005 20:30:47 GMT -5
Diefenbaker, the fifty-ton Hellhound, strode down the Liberty's armored boarding ramp into the lush greenery of the surrounding forest. The local wildlife had long since departed for quieter areas after the fiery descent of the dropship and its complement of warmachines.
William felt once again whole after having been dispossessed for almost a year. Ironically he felt at peace at the controls of the Clan war machine, striding unhindered through the verdant canopy of trees as if it was made of spidersilk. The com-net was a confusing blare of radio calls as Bravo Lance carried out its attack on the Tierra Verde military complex in concert with the Reach rebels.
Ghost Bears, Falcons, and Blake zealots all in the mix. What a mess!
Rhodes quickly went through his pre-combat checklist strapped to his left knee while arming the battlemech's weapon systems.
Streak SRM...check
ER Large Lasers...check and check
LBX Autocannon...check
AMS and ECM...check and check again
With a flick of a switch, the mechwarrior opened up a channel to the dropship.
Dropship Liberty this is Legionnaire Hellhound with all systems go. Requesting battle-net callsign and nav point for Bravo Lance's current position, over.
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Post by Nicholas Schuster on Jul 26, 2005 20:33:17 GMT -5
"I'm going to have to punch out...finish th-"
"NO!"
I watched in horror as one ejection pod after another rocketed skyward, 'Mech after 'Mech consuming themselves in uncontrolled fusion reactions as they tumbled to the ground. I wasn't clear on just what hit took them out, but this made things bad. Really bad. I had no idea if we were still going to win this.
I patched my comm unit in to Corporal Taylor.
"Sir, we're not even in the BASE yet! At this rate, there's going to be nothing left of our forces by the time we actually DO breach the wall! My weapons are halfway gone - I'm going to try and take out as much as I can...but unless we get some heavy help in here soon..."
The scream of yet another one of our rebel allies meeting a horrific end interrupted the end of my sentence. I was terrified.
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Post by Yeoman Hobson on Jul 26, 2005 20:39:43 GMT -5
"Dropship Liberty this is Legionnaire Hellhound with all systems go. Requesting battle-net callsign and nav point for Bravo Lance's current position, over."
"Hellhound, this is DropShip Liberty. We are uploading telemetry to Bravo Lance's current position at the Tierra Verde Military Complex, marked as Nav Gamma on your HUD, at this time. Your BattleNet callsign for this mission is Delta-2. The scope shows clear for your approach."
I paused.
"Fight well, MechWarrior. Come back to us alive."
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Post by Dr. Nathan Edwards on Jul 26, 2005 20:42:32 GMT -5
Reeves had just pulled away from the area at top speed when we found ourselves trapped in the middle of a mech battle. Our MIT was really tough but it was not made for direct combat. Things were looking pretty bad when suddenly a big Hellbringer came charging our way. I was sure he would crush us. Instead he started fighting off the mechs around us. Well that was odd. Didn't know who he was but was glad he was here.
"Ghost-1 to Legionnaire Medical unit. We will escort you out of here."
The voice came loudly from the radio, it caused me to jump. I picked up the radio mic and spoke back.
"Um .... Thank you, whoever you are, we will take you up on that."
He was true to his word. He escorted us from harms way, and we were once again off to the sides. Not directly in the battle but close enough if they should need us.
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Post by Lance Commander William Rhodes on Jul 26, 2005 21:05:30 GMT -5
"Hellhound, this is DropShip Liberty. We are uploading telemetry to Bravo Lance's current position at the Tierra Verde Military Complex, marked as Nav Gamma on your HUD, at this time. Your BattleNet callsign for this mission is Delta-2. The scope shows clear for your approach."
“Thanks for the update, Liberty. Delta-2 out.”
Seeing the Nav marker appear on his HUD, William kicked the Hellhound into a 70 kph jog, dividing his attention between the armored glass canopy and the sensor screens running the gamut from MAD to infra-red. His mech moved through the woods of Vashala like a tidal wave, shattering tree trunks and leaving a wake of broken branches and clouds of gently falling leaves.
Finally, the Diefenbaker emerged from the forest and turned onto a narrow service road that headed in the general direction of Nav Gamma. He could see plumes of dirty smoke rising above the hills ahead, smearing the sky with the ugly shroud of battle.
“Bravo Lance, this is Delta-2 approaching Nav Gamma in the Hellhound. I’m new to the outfit and will assist in anyway possible. What’s your sit-rep, over?”
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Post by MechWarrior Josef on Jul 26, 2005 21:05:58 GMT -5
I followed Bravo 4 and Bravo 5 to Nav Delta. I wasn't technically ordered to, but I figured they could use all the help they could get. Some stray PPC's had knocked off a portion of my 'mech's shoulder armor, but the Cougar was in decent shape compared to the rest of the team. Ammo was also not a problem, due to the all-energy loadout of the light 'mech, save a pair of LRM launchers, which were malfunctioning until a moment ago.
Copy that. Bravo 4 and 5, head towards Nav Delta and setup a perimeter, I'll be there momentarily.
Bravo 3 this is Bravo 6. I'm en route to Nav Point Delta, along with Bravo 4 and Bravo 5. ETA is 7 minutes. We'll have a perimiter set up by the time you get there. Six out.
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Post by Star Captain Aleksei Roshak on Jul 26, 2005 21:22:36 GMT -5
"It concerns my honor...freebirth!"
The remark was a mortal insult, and as the Mad Cat MK-II and its pilot, Star Colonel Aisa Thastus, hurtled toward my Turkina, weapons blazing, my blood boiled. Although Thastus' combative response was characteristic of a warrior following her rede to the letter, the remark was grounds for her immediate destruction. For me to do anything less would be conceived as an affirmation of the statement, and I was not about to give her that honor. I unleashed my energy suite on the cockpit of her oncoming Mad Cat, instantly vaporizing the 'Mech's nose armor. It staggered under the blow, but quickly regained its balance, bearing down on me as I began to maneuver backward. I Alpha struck Thastus' BattleMech once again, blowing away her left arm. She returned the exchange with a direct hit from her one remaining gauss rifle, the round coring into my left torso. Another group volley from my Turkina ripped through Thastus' right leg actuator, gimping her Mad Cat, and causing smoke to billow from its hip. The machine had begin to look incredibly pathetic, and I knew that the Star Colonel was not long for this world. But she continued driving toward me, hammering away with every remaining weapon she had. I admired her tenacity, and toggled the comm unit open.
"Star Colonel Thastus - you have been defeated. I offer you hegira - and I advise you take it."
There came no reply. A faing light began to emenate from both of the Mad Cat's missile racks, and the warheads on both sets of LRM-15s began to glow brightly. The Star Colonel brought what was left of her BattleMech nose-to-nose with my Turkina, and through her scorched ferroglass canopy, I could see a look of steely resolve etched into her now-bloodied face.
"Star Colonel, you are acting irrational. What are you doing?"
There was a long pause. Then, a furious reply, delivered through clenched teeth, hissed through my comm unit.
"Taking...you...with me!"
At that moment, Thastus' entire payload of Long Range Missiles detonated simultaneously. Her Mad Cat MK-II was torn asunder, the uncontrolled fusion reaction rolling across the battlefield, consuming the BattleMechs of Eye Three, who were far too close to have ever stood a fighting chance. My eyes widened as the conical reaction rushed toward me, and I steeled myself for the experience as I prepared to met death head-on.
You stravag bitch!
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 26, 2005 21:24:57 GMT -5
I balked behing a hill that protected the battlefield from the capitol. My adversary was in terrible condition. Her Atlas was nothing but a 100 ton peice of metal with a Guass Cannon. I could not beleive my eyes at what I saw. 2 Clans had just come into the fight. Faith Lance was torn to peices. She and I climbed out, and I brought my emergency pistol.
"What the hell do you want. Who the hell do you think you are?
Just then, there was a terrible earthquake. I ran up the hill just in time to see at least 4 'mechs explode. I ran back down, and pointed my pistol at her.
"Faith-1 to Faith Lance. If you can hear me, sneak past the clanners and come to my Atlas. You can see it well over the hill."
When she expected to see 5 other lancemates, a single Uziel with a limping leg gimped in.
"Halt. Hold your fire."
"You're ignoring me. What are you doing here. Tell me or..."
"I want you to tell me where your friends are hiding out. Where your clan girlfriend is hiding out."
"She's not my girlfriend! I'll never tell you!"
I raised the pistol, and fired it in the air. She jumped, and motioned to the waiting Uziel. The Uziel came foreward, and charged PPC's right above us.
"Oh, I think you will tell me."
"No! Never!"
"I'm going to hand you an oppritunity. You go get your friends. I'll let you join Faith Lance. I can show your the true power. We could rule the Inner Sphere."
"Lieutenant Lourde, ma'..."
She turned if off, but I heard it all.
"So. Is this true."
"Yes son. Join me."
"No. It's not. You're... you're a lier!"
"Face the facts, son. I want you to come join me in the Word."
A small tear developed in my eye.
"NO! I watched you... die! I saw you... you said goodbye! How... How... no."
"It's not true. You lying..."
"Yes Wedge! It is true! Son! Join me! Look at what I have! Look at what we will have!"
"I WILL NEVER JOIN THE WORD! NO! IT'S! No... mother... no..."
"Son... join me or... I will have to kill you."
"NO!"
She, too, began to tear up.
"Back at home... son... you said... you said you always wanted... power... power to... rule!"
"No... power... to... kill! Not... the word... kill... mother... come with me..."
SON! Look at what I have! I have my own lance! I have my own DropShip and JumpShip! You and I could share all this!"
"NO! I WILL NEVER JOIN THE WORD!"
She started to climb up her 'mech.
"Then I'm going to have to kill you, son."
I started up my 'mech, and immediatly fired SMR's at her.
Wait... this isn't right... I shouldn't kill my own mother...
"Mother. I'm not going to fight you..."
"I... I... I love you... son..."
I took a rapid progression of numerous missles, and took a guass round to the leg.
"Don't do this! You know I can't fight you! I... I love you!"
"NO! I'm sorry then, son... goodbye."
"NO! MOTHER DON'T DO THIS! YOU KNOW..."
I was too late. She self-destructed right in front of the Uziel, and it in turn was destroied. I didn't see one ejection pod... Now my mother is... really. Dead. My mother is dead. I am the last of the Lourde family... MY mother is dead... my father is dead... my sister is dead... where am I to go?
"Alpha-1... this is Alpha-4. I am reporting in. Alpha- Captain Maxwell. Do you hear me?"
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Post by Kathryn "SplitTail" Wayne on Jul 26, 2005 22:51:35 GMT -5
We had just returned from escorting the Legionnaire Ambulance out of the main combat zone. The comms were full of traffic, but the most recent message going out caught my ears.
The Jade Falcon Commander has been killed along with the Legionnaire bondsman.
I caught a glimpse of watching 2 fusion reactors go critical and numerous LRMs explode in a hellish fireball that consumed 3 mechs in all. The Turkina, a Mad-Cat Mk II and a poor Ice Ferret that had zero chance of escaping.
I quickly turned my attention back to the battle at hand as a pair of Summoners were wreaking havok. They worked well together, but neither pilot seemed to be skilled enough to fight on their own.
Ghost-1 let's see if we can't break up those 2 Summoners. I have a feeling that these two can't fight alone.
I'm currently engaged at the moment Ghost-2, you're going to have to...
I strained to see Ghost-1's mech and was relieved to see that PPCs were interefering with his radios.
He's still okay.
I rushed in towards the lead Summoner only to get interrupted by Wraith-2 fighting 2 Phantoms. Wraith-2s Executioner outweighed both 40 ton mechs put together, but it seemed that they were getting the best of him.
I turned and unloaded an Alpha strike and hit the left one squarely in the center torso. Unfortunately, Wraith-2 was hit from two more mechs, a Viper and a Grendal the joined the fray. Wraith-2 ejected and his mech crashed down and the 95 Ton beast laid smoldering to be retrieved later by salvage crews.
Track that pod!
On it maam.
I watched as a Kodiak put 8 ER Medium Lasers into the Viper and then slash it with it's clawed melee hands. The Viper went down quickly under the heavy assault mechs 100 Tons of fury.
Wraith-1 with a Summoner Alpha struck one of the Phantoms at the same time I hit the other and both collapsed into one another.
Nice shooting mechwarrior. Let's see if we can finish this quickly.
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 26, 2005 23:08:14 GMT -5
"Copy that Bravo-3. Enroute to Nav Delta."
I throttled up my 'Mech. Soon I reached Nav Delta and set a perimeter.
"Bravo-5 to Bravo-3. Perimeter is set around Nav Delta. Proceeding to wait for further instructions."
I made a wide circle around Nav Delta and watched my radar. Nothing was in site for the moment, but we couldnt afford to be careless.
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Post by Lance Commander Marcus Taylor on Jul 26, 2005 23:17:59 GMT -5
I arrived at the Nav Point where I had chosen to have our mechs receive a quick refit. Bravo-5 had already taken up position and we circled, waiting for the inbound Salvage rig.
However, the battle was progressing badly. Even the newly arrived Clan assets were getting bogged down when they were caught in a minefield with pre-positioned artillery. Only one pilot managed to safely eject and as far as I could tell, they were not yet recovered.
My comm cracked and hissed with combat chatter. Some places were going well and in others, the battle was in a stalemate for the time being. Suddenly Bravo-4's voice came over excitedly.
Sir, we're not even in the BASE yet! At this rate, there's going to be nothing left of our forces by the time we actually DO breach the wall! My weapons are halfway gone - I'm going to try and take out as much as I can...but unless we get some heavy help in here soon...
Calm down Bravo-4. Make your way to Nav Point Delta. We are receiving a quick refit and ammo resupply.
We will regroup and then continue our push. We are only down 2 mechs, that still leaves us with a full Lance.
I switched to a secure command channel. I knew that it was better safe than sorry in our current situation. I only caught intermittent chatter from Alpha Lance and the situation there was no better off than here.
Bravo-3 to Liberty. I'm requesting all available mech assets to be deployed ASAP to my location. Our push to complete our objectives is being met by stiff resistance.
Last thing I need is to fail a mission on my first outing as a Lance Leader...
Unexpectedly, I heard a new voice before I barely finished my request.
Bravo Lance, this is Delta-2 approaching Nav Gamma in the Hellhound. I’m new to the outfit and will assist in anyway possible. What’s your sit-rep, over?
This is Bravo-3, I copy. Locate the Salvage rig and escort them to our position.
I hoped Bravo Lance was still going to receive more assistance than just a single mech. In the mean time I checked on what assets I still had in the field.
Bravo 3 this is Bravo 6. I'm en route to Nav Point Delta, along with Bravo 4 and Bravo 5. ETA is 7 minutes. We'll have a perimeter set up by the time you get there. Six out.
I copy that Bravo-6. I've arrived at the Nav Point already and Bravo-5 is here as well. We have a perimeter established and are awaiting your arrival.
With at least 2 mechs enroute to my Nav Point along with a salvage rig, I figured that we might be able to pull it off with the remaining 2 Clan mechs, the remains of Bravo Lance and whatever reserves we could muster.
Assuming nothing else goes wrong.
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Post by Lance Commander William Rhodes on Jul 27, 2005 0:30:01 GMT -5
This is Bravo-3, I copy. Locate the Salvage rig and escort them to our position.
Roger Bravo 3, Delta 2 wilco.
William glanced down at his tactical display and spotted the icon for the salvage train. Adjusting his course slightly, he brought the Hellhound up to a full run.
Soon in the distance he spotted the massive flat-bedded tractor that was the salvage rig, sprouting numerous cranes and manipulators like the arms of some massive alien beast. The rig was bogged down in a marshy area to one side of the road with enemy tracer fire flying all around it like angry hornets.
The rig was fitted with light machine guns for defense but they weren't a match for the dug in enemy infantry armed with SRMs and man-pack PPCs.
Salvage 1 this is Delta 2, you've got a friendly coming up behind you to lend a hand.
William switched his HUD over to IR scanning and could make out the small heat signatures of a concealed infantry platoon in the brush to the north of the rig. The sensors flashed red and blared a warning as SRMs on smoking contrails arced towards the Hellhound's position. Fortunately, the AMS kicked in, and needle-thin bursts of coherent light stabbed out to knock the warheads from their deadly path.
William opened up with his LBX autocannon, using the weapon like a massive shotgun, spraying fletchete rounds into the thick underbrush. His external audio pick-ups relayed the tortured screams of the dying foot sloggers, and William felt a pang of guilt in his chest.
The surviving infantry made a run for their APC parked further back under a camo tarp. Rhodes heard the warble of a Streak missile lock in his headset and pulled the trigger, sending a half-dozen lethal darts sizzling toward the wheeled tin-can. The vehicle dissappeared in a spectacular fireball as its fuel tank cooked off.
Thanks for the assist, Delta 2. Things were getting a bit hairy out here. We used our power winches to leverage the rig out of mud and we're ready to roll.
Right, we better step on it. Bravo lance sounds like they need a serious refit.
Less than ten minutes later, the slow moving salvage rig, accompanied by the Hellhound arrived at Nav Delta.
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 27, 2005 15:00:37 GMT -5
I watched with relief as the salvage rig came into view along with the Hellhound. I stopped my circle and heded to help give cover for the salvage rig. I opened my comm.
"You're a sight for sore eyes at this moment."
"Copy that. You've got. We'll salvage it."
I chuckled lightely. I then faced my Belial to the Hellhound.
"Thanks for coming. We need all the help we can get."
Soon mechanical arms from the salvage rig were swarming over my 'Mech, replacing ammo and adding armor where possible. Soon there was nothing else to do with my 'Mech.
"Bravo-5 to Bravo-3. I've been restocked and rearmored. I am ready to go."
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on Jul 27, 2005 16:24:34 GMT -5
Kenichi’s eyes widened as he was filled with a mixture of rage and shock. Jessica had managed to solve his little riddle rather easily. We had won the Trial of Rights.
“But-but how?! How could a couple of simple minded mercenaries solve my unfathomable riddle?!” he said, totally taken back by her answer. The Doctor smiled to herself and gave a cheeky wink. I stepped forward, locking eyes with Kenichi.
“Now that we have passed the Trail of Rights… I wish to see the Great Elder!” I said in an intimidating voice. The small Asian’s face twisted with anger.
“Absolutely NOT! The Great Elder is very bust right now. Your interruption could destroy perfectly executed plans in the making! And further more--”
“I thought you was a man of “Do-kai”! Do you know what happens to those who go against “Do-kai”?” I said, cutting the irritating man off. He swallowed hard and pushed his rimmed glasses up his greasy nose.
“… Yes… and I don’t need reminding…” he grudgingly said. “But if it was my choice… you’d be waiting out here…”
Kenichi stepped aside as Victor pulled up the “cloak” sheet, holding a grand smile upon his face.
“This way friends…” he said, raising the curtain up high, allowing us to pass right under. The Doctor and I replied his smile with one of our own. We stepped into the surprisingly large area of computers, radio equipment and small power generators, and waited for Victor to show us the way. He motioned us to follow us towards the back of the room, towards a closed off area. Some of the machine operators took a brief moment to turn their heads and stair at us before intently returning their given tasks, speaking and typing away furiously.
We were in spitting distance of the closed of area when Victor turned to look at us.
“Remember Kei-teh, I cannot promise everything. Though the Great Elder is wise… Our leader tends to be very… impatient. At 74 years of age… The Great Elder has developed a great taste for less haste. Tell her what you need to tell her immediately and speak only when spoken to. Do you understand comrade?”
I returned his words with a nod.
“Only one person may enter the chamber at once… so I’m afraid I cannot come with you. However, when you are finished… I will be waiting outside, guarding.” Victor said. And with that he walked off. Just as I was about to pull the curtain open, Saturina grabbed my shoulder. I turned to look at her.
“Kintaru… good luck…” she said quietly. Again I nodded and gave her a little smile. The Doctor took a step back and watch me enter the darkened chamber.
The room was dark, however I could make out some sort of throne. I instantly bowed down before the throne and waited for the command to engage in conversation with the Great Elder.
“Speak!” a commanding voice said.
“I am Kei-teh Kintaru of the Legionnaires, I--”
“A Kintaru?… The insignia on your face does suggest so... What do you seek here?” the elderly voice said. I felt mildly intimidated by her words and the manner in which she spoke them… however I had to press on.
“Great Elder! The precious Jade Map Stone that your great ancestors bestowed upon us has been stolen by a man of evil intent.” I explained. “Please! I beg you Great Elder, what are the secrets of the Jade Stone Fortune? I need to know if more than one Jade Map Stone exists! How many are needed to open the tomb? Please! Tell me, what ARE the secrets?!” I begged. There was a long pause.
“The Kintaru tribe were wiped out ten years ago correct? So tell me, how does ONE still walk this universe? Hm?! Boy you are nothing but an impostor! The secrets of the Jade Stone Fortune shall remain out of your greedy grasp!” replied the Great Elder, suddenly sounding madder than before. I winched at the replied. It wasn’t what I wanted.
“Great Elder… I AM a Kintaru. I have been sworn with the sacred task of protecting the Jade Stone Fortune…” I said, rising to my feet. “I demand a Trail of Rights to PROVE that I am who I say I am.” My request was greeted with another long pause.
“Such a foolish request… However, The Reach ARE bound by “Do-kai”. Your request is accepted. I Xiuying Zimming, the Great Elder of The Reach, challenge you to the test of Strength.” replied the elderly leader as the dark character came into the light. The Great Elder was an elderly woman and roughly 4 ft in size. She wore traditional Asian clothing to match her Asian appearance. She took small strides forward towards the exit that stood behind me.
“The test of strength… will be a single bout against myself.” she said, disappearing out through the curtain, leaving me in darkness.
A fight… against… HER?! I thought wildly to myself. I turned to face the curtain. Regardless, I HAD to win the battle… for the sake of the Inner Sphere.
I pulled the curtain up to face my fate.
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