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Date Posted: 21:07:07 06/09/15 Tue
Subject: Part 1
In reply to:
's message, "The 31st Century Chapter 2" on 18:10:55 06/08/15 Mon
31st Century Chapter 2
Six months later –
Commander Banshee looked out of her scout ‘Mech for anything unusual. Her pride and joy was fast, about 130kph, but certainly not the fastest of the scout ‘Mechs in the realm. Her past six months of scouting on her home world had been tiresome, yet she wondered why her leader, Khan Wild Dawg, had appointed her this task. Banshee was exceptionally good with scouting and uncovering where enemies were. She also recalled the time when she alone managed to prevent a wide scale ambush under those of her command. She was highly commended for her actions and made field promotion to Galaxy Commander and a Council Member of Fierce Panthers. This was the highest honor in the Clan, where no Trial of Position was required. Banshee shook her head, causing her ponytail to sway and hit her sides. Suddenly an explosion off in the distance of a communication array took place, followed by several more explosions.
Banshee gasped in shock, but didn’t let herself stare, “All hands, engage in stealth mode towards the array! I’ll scout the area!”
After several acknowledgments, she gunned the throttle to full speed directly at the explosion. She made sure to keep track of the radar, via several drones in the atmosphere. The home planet had drones flying about and the only purpose they had was to track all ‘Mech movement, friendly and non-friendly. As she was well within 1000M of the array, nothing was showing up under the radar, yet she could see some kind of movement off in the distance. She knew very well her ‘Mech had ECM and a BAP, but it wasn’t enough. She had to rely on visual confirmations, when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, as she was staring at a brigade of ‘Mechs together, moving about in patrol. Thankfully, she hadn’t been discovered and switched her radar mode into stealth mode.
She silently radioed her lance, “Guys, find a secure spot to hide, we have company, and none of us are fully equipped to battle them!”
“WHAT?!” came a voice over the comms. “How could that be? This planet is full of patrols, and no one is permitted in a ‘Mech other than the Fierce Panthers!”
“I’m well aware of that Laser, but the fact remains, they might have disabled our patrols and took over the ‘Mech hangar there.” She took a few moments of silence to think before continuing, “Air Fright isn’t gunna like this.”
Just then another voice sounded on the radio, “No… Wild Dawg won’t like this at all.”
The tone was flat out serious, and Banshee could tell something was wrong. “Just how the hell did you get around to that side, Death?!”
“Well, I went for a stroll and got lost. But before you lose your temper, the explosion caught my attention, and I thought it was me being hit. Turns out it wasn’t, and when I looked to see what happened, I saw more than ten ‘Mechs scattered with no DropShip in sight, and our ‘Mech hangar suffered a complete loss. I had to back up, jump out and scout on foot. My ‘Mech is currently shutdown, so no one could pick it up, and yes, it is behind a hill, well hidden, of course. And before I finish, just what the hell does the word W-O-B mean?”
Banshee’s angered expression suddenly turned pale. For the first time in her life, she suddenly felt real fear. Not the kind of fear she faced when she went against Khan Wild Dawg in a coliseum battle for show, but real fear; that was far greater than such. She had heard of the term before and read up on the certain group of people who are behind the name. The things they do are universe wide; they are everywhere. Their numbers exceed that of entire Clans.
There was a very long silence over comms before Death and Laser responded several times to get their Commander’s attention. For the longest time, they almost believed she might have gotten caught. No one in their Clan has ever discovered Banshee’s hiding spots. This was how good she was at concealing herself.
Finally there was a voice over the comms, but it was in a slight quivering tone. “Guys, meet me at Nav Epsilon in one hour on my mark… MARK! Death, get the hell outta there fast! I know you have a longer walk, but you have the time, and maintain radio silence! I will explain everything later!” With that, Banshee turned the comms off before anyone could acknowledge her orders and question them.
Off in the distance, further out, Laser had already turned to leave for the rendezvous point. He would be the first to arrive at the secure location.
Banshee somewhat felt pinned between a rock and a hard place to get out of. She knew how good this group was and she hoped she was better. She carefully turned her light ‘Mech around and started for Nav Epsilon. She felt she had plenty of cover with all the buildings around, but once she was out in the open, it would be difficult to stay hidden. She had to use every trick in the book she knew, and all of her experience at not getting caught. Right before she rammed the throttle to full speed, a huge ‘Mech suddenly appeared in front of her, stopping her dead in her tracks!
Death had been listening to the orders over comms when suddenly they went silent. He knew what radio silence was and he immediately shut it off, but not before scanning the area for possible escape routes. The only good route he saw was the same way he happened to arrive from, but he just couldn’t remember. Turning quickly to return to his ‘Mech, he spotted a DropShip off in the distance. At first he thought it was a speck of dust or tumbleweed, but closer inspection revealed it was indeed a DropShip. The area they were assigned to patrol in was a flat desert with high heat and dust storms. Somehow, there wasn’t any dust storm in sight, which was very rare. On occasion, the storms would be violent with high winds. He failed to realize why their leader had picked this specific planet, but he figured it was because of the heat.
He pulled out his binoculars to get a better look at the Dropship, it seemed small, but he knew they were huge. He made sure to take a few pictures using a mini camera built into the binoculars, which contained the location of the DropShip, and its distance. He thought for a moment, wondering if he would be awarded for his performance, but now wasn’t the time for such things. He had to get the information back to his leaders so they could analyze the situation.
It suddenly dawned on him, that he felt he needed to leave the area. Call it instinct, or whatever, it was just a feeling and he wasn’t about to ignore it. For a sixteen-year-old, he was of average height and strength, but extremely intelligent. He knew if it came to hand to hand combat, he’d lose for sure. No matter what training he underwent, it was always the physical exertions that exhausted him, but in the end he overcame that with his smarts. He had studied under Banshee for a year and winged with her for six months after she took him under her wing. This was his first mission and he didn’t want to screw it up. Excitement and fear took over as he started to jog towards his ‘Mech. Once he arrived, he climbed into the cockpit and powered it up. The first thing he did was to check his radar mode, and he was relieved to find it was in stealth mode, as well as the radio. Instead of the quicker way, which was straight towards the DropShip, he had to take the much longer way around and be quick about it.
He had the lightest ‘Mech, a Flea. It was no more than 20 Tons and could run at an extremely high speed when needed. At times, it wouldn’t hold any weapons, but he was told one or two can be worth it. The Flea was very light on armor, almost paper-thin, and only about fifteen to twenty feet tall. The standard Flea was only 97Kph and Death had it customized to go 155Kph. No one really knew why he did that, but he wanted to be able to deliver information as fast and timely as possible.
Once Death navigated his ‘Mech out of the hiding spot, he brought his speed up at half to clear the area, then once he felt he was in the clear, he hit full speed, heading away from the city, then slowly turning at several increments so that he could reach his destination without having to go in straight lines. As he looked in his rear view camera, he saw a huge, towering Assault ‘Mech standing, looking in the opposite direction. He sighed, and then gasped as he looked closer. He really wanted to turn around and help his commander, but orders were orders and he quickly made adjustments in his course to head to the rendezvous point sooner. Once he was more than 800M from the city, the tall ‘Mech had turned around to look in his direction! At first it didn’t look like it was doing anything. Death had to keep his eyes fixed on two things at once now, and it was proving to be very difficult, but he was in an open stretch of area with no cover in sight. Suddenly, he was spotted as the tall ‘Mech let loose a pair of PPC’s in his direction. As soon as Death realized what was coming his way, he quickly turned his ‘Mech to run parallel to the other, just as it fired. Luckily, the shot missed him by a mile and Death now had less than six seconds before it would fire again. He took the chance to run straight out, hoping to put more distance between the two and hopefully head out of range. Just as he did, and as soon as he was 930m away, the enemy fired again, barely missing him this time, only he was out of range, but then a huge compliment of missiles followed, headed right in Death’s direction.
155Kph was fast, or so Death thought. The missiles barely hit him, but he did take some damage. As the first volley hit, he was at 990M away, but the second volley punctured his fuel tank causing him to lose fuel and he fell to the ground. He quickly up righted himself and continued on, after he ran past 1000M and completely out of range. Death was sweating bullets and continued to head in that direction a little longer, before heading to Nav Epsilon.
Meanwhile, back in the city, Banshee watched in horror as the Atlas hovered over her. She was wondering if she had been caught when she suddenly realized it had its back to her. Her quick thinking saved her life as she crouched her mech and shut it down, watching it closely. Suddenly it turned around facing her, but did nothing. She had to wonder if the pilot was dumb enough to not look down or was simply scanning the horizon, when suddenly she heard a weapon fire. Her heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. She wasn’t sure if she was spotted, but nothing was happening. She was also wondering what it was firing at, when she looked back at the direction it fired and barely saw a light ‘Mech speeding off in the distance.
‘Good god, kid!’ She thought to herself through gritted teeth. ‘You’re bound to get yourself killed like that!’ Banshee then watched as the enemy shot another round of its energy weapons toward her comrade, without any luck of hitting. She sighed, then suddenly it let loose a compliment of missiles, and her relieved face quickly lost all color as she saw just how much was fired. She wasn’t sure what to do as she felt helpless. All she could do was watch. The first volley hit, but the rest missed, causing her to sigh, but the smoke coming from Death’s Flea raised concerns. She decided to sit and wait a while. She was glad she did when the big ‘Mech began to move back into the city. She tried opening the radio to any frequency, which might have picked up anything, but it appeared they were also running in radio silence. Once the thundering footsteps subsided, she powered up her Raven, and made the ‘Mech stand from its crouched position, then smacked the throttle in full speed towards Nav Epsilon. Her last thoughts sort of distracted her from duty. She was still curious as to why an Atlas would be in the pit with no way out. As she stopped her ‘Mech to look back at the battlefield, she could have sworn she saw the Atlas jump, jetting up a hill!
Nav Epsilon, One Hour later –
A light thumping on the ground woke Laser from his nap. He had dozed off after the excitement earlier and he knew that dozing off could get him killed, or worse, demoted with punishment carried out by the Galaxy Commander. He decided to shake the remains of sleep off him before his wing arrived, which wasn’t very long. As he watched the speeding Flea zoom past him, then come to a stop, he wondered why his wing was getting out. Reluctant to head in the heat, he slowly climbed out of his cockpit after the door had opened. Once on the ground, he met up with Death.
“What gives? Why not use comms?” Laser asked what the point was for meeting on ground in the heat. “You know very well I hate this weather.”
“For starters, quit being a baby!” Death shot Laser an evil look as he could tell Laser looked slightly tired, but said nothing to the fourteen-year-old. “You know very well the Commander asked for complete radio silence, until further notice!”
“…But…” Laser wanted to protest, till Death cut him off, using his real name, “No buts, Zach.”
Laser rolled his eyes when he heard his first name being used. “Oh, so we’re being informal now, Adian?” Zach added sarcastically.
“Whatever, man. At least you’re carrying a flare. I’ll look for the Commander and when I see her, I’ll make sure she sees us, but don’t use the flare, as it could alert the enemy of our position.”
Zach nodded; he turned to look out in the same direction of the explosion, as he could still see some smoke off in the distance. While Zach was looking, Adian pulled his binoculars out to look in the distance for Banshee. While thirty minutes felt like hours in the scorching sun, Zach was starting to become impatient as he suddenly spotted a small figure approaching off in the distance. At first it looked like a person on foot, but he thought a person wouldn’t be crazy enough to walk on foot in such a place. As the small figure approached, he called out to Adian to see who it was. After looking in the binoculars, his eyes widened.
“Shit! It’s the Commander! She’s a good thousand meters out there, and she doesn’t look good! Zack, take your ‘Mech and pick her up. Things like this can’t wait, and it makes me wonder why she isn’t in her ‘Mech.”
Without further hesitation, Zach nodded and quickly ran, then climbed up his mech, and finally jumped into the cockpit. He performed the start-up sequence and when that was done, he headed out in Banshee’s direction. Adian stayed behind to watch his progress, but he thought it would be better if he readied his ‘Mech so they could simply take off. He was also somewhat suspicious that it took Banshee longer to arrive. Before Zach was 500m out, he pulled out a small portable radio and hoped Zach had his on. Sure enough, he did and when he answered he was accusing Adian of breaking protocol.
“Dude, look, something isn’t right here. I’m starting up my ‘Mech and once you arrive, we will not stop, we’ll just head back to base at full speed. I don’t like this.”
“Roger that, I’ll use caution.” Zach responded while turning the radio back in silent mode.
Once Adian climbed back into his ‘Mech, he powered it up and sat at the ready, while still watching in the distance as Zach helped the Commander into his ‘Mech. As he was putting his neurohelmet on, he switched to zoom mode so he could see clearer. He was surprised to see how badly hurt she was. She had burns all over her, yet he was very surprised she managed to arrive in such extreme heat. ‘Damn.’ He thought. ‘She needs medical treatment and fast!’
In what seemed like an eternity, Zach finally managed to help Banshee in his cockpit and then jumped in to join her. Thirty seconds after the cockpit door closed, he was rushing back at max speed.
Adian turned just before Zach passed the 500m mark, and as he turned, he made sure to switch the rear camera on so he could watch. As soon as he turned it on, he spotted several ‘Mechs directly behind Zach!
Going against orders, he turned his comms on, only to find them being jammed by the enemy. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ He cursed in his thoughts. Then he suddenly thought about the portable radio. He knew that radio was on a completely secure and different frequency, so he turned it on to quickly warn his comrades.
“Dude, dodge! Don’t run in a straight line! You have four on your six!” Adian shouted into the portable radio, almost damaging his vocal chords. His voice hurt, but he repeated till there was a response,
“Don’t be silly, I checked and the radar is clear.”
“What the…” Was all Adian could let out as he watched one of the heavy ‘Mech fire it’s lasers directly into the back of Zach’s ‘Mech, causing smoke to rise. He listened to the radio as he heard Zach panicking as he continued in a straight line till he heard the Commander shout, causing him to pull the radio away from his ears.
“Damnit Zach, what the fuck did we train you to do?! Dodge those motherfuckers, or we will never get out of this!” Banshee screamed, causing Zach to snap out of it. He came to his senses, and Adian watched as Zach found a small hill to move behind, and still slightly zig-zag, hoping to throw the pilot’s aim off. As he was getting closer, Adian realized that he was a target as well, so he gunned the throttle to max and sped to intercept his wing.
Once he was alongside, he turned to face a slow moving heavy ‘Mech just popping over the hill. Once it showed its head, Adian let a single medium laser fire at it, crippling its head as smoke began to rise with several sparks. ‘That should slow ‘im down for now.’ Adian thought as he turned to catch up to Zach. It didn’t take much time as Adian’s ‘Mech was far faster than Zach’s, but when he caught up the rest of the squad was at least 700m behind them and they weren’t out of danger just yet. Adian also wondered how much further it was to the base, as he felt it shouldn’t have been too much further, yet he couldn’t see it. For the first time, he finally realized he understood Wild Dawg’s decision in placing the Base in the middle of the desert. It was well hidden by the sand storm up ahead, and he also knew that radio contact was sketchy at best, even so, when it was still being jammed. The radar didn’t show any friendlies up ahead, so he continued in that direction.
“Zach, what’s our heading?” Adian asked causally, as if nothing had happened behind them, as he was continuing to not walk in a straight line.
“We should be arriving at base soon! Banshee is in terrible shape, she needs medical aid firsthand and fast! It looks like she’s been in a battle, but she will have to tell us what happened later.” Zach was sounding concerned, but not overly worried.
“Roger that!” Adian then looked behind and still saw his pursers. ‘They don’t know when to give up…’ He thought as he looked ahead and saw the base. No one was outside, as he knew sandstorms did cause damage to ‘Mechs. He was sure the chief engineer would have a fit after he had to maintain his and Zach’s ‘Mechs, but it couldn’t be helped. Just as the entrance appeared in the clearing, the doors were shut, adding more frustration to the situation. Once again, Adian tried the Comms channel and it was still being jammed. ‘SHIT!’ He screamed in his thoughts and Zach finally spoke over the portable radio.
“Dude, it’s not looking good. I had a thought; do you know who is on guard at this moment? I thought it would have been one of the new guys? If it is, we could somehow signal him to open the door. I know I have jets, but it wouldn’t make it up there.”
“Great idea! And good timing too! Do it, fast!”
Zach wasted no time after Adian told him to make contact. He knew the guard didn’t have the same radio, but he was also an expert in hacking into portable radios. As they ran alongside the base, there was another opening coming up and Zack was ready to find their new friend. It didn’t take very long as there was a faint response, but it was a response nonetheless.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you realize that you could get in trouble for this? What prank are you…”
“Aw zip it, man! We’re in trouble! The base is being raided! Get help fast!” Was all Zach could let out as they passed the gate. He hoped the message was carried on as the storm outside began picking up. He was at least glad that it did, since it masked their presence from the enemies.
Chris had been assigned to guard duty after finally showing some interest in becoming a ‘Mechwarrior. He knew he had a long way to go, and this mission somehow didn’t make much sense, but he figured he might be stuck there forever. He also dearly missed his dad during the past months of being there, but he also made a lot of new friends. He worried about those that went to battle as he was becoming close to them. He also knew of their habits, but wasn’t sure why he did. Maybe it was something that he always did, observe. Maybe the post was given to him so he could learn by observing.
He sighed as he walked to the full-length mirror inside of his room. ‘Hello, handsome.’ He thought to himself, and then giggled. This was the first time he had tried on the uniform and he looked good in it. As he was buttoning his top, he felt a presence watching him, yet the door didn’t make a sound when it opened, so he automatically knew who it was.
“Hello, Merlin!” He spoke to nothing in the room till a figure emerged from the door.
“Pfft, you are the only one I know who can do that.” Merlin chuckled as he slowly became visible. He was wearing a full length jumpsuit, as if he was expecting to head into combat.
Once Chris looked over at him, his happy smile suddenly became a frown. “Are you heading into battle?”
Merlin smiled, “No, combat training. I’ve got supervision to do, yes, it is dull, but duty is duty.”
The boy grinned at this, “When do you think I can become a warrior?”
“Patience, young one, there will be plenty of time for that.” Chris’s smile faded as he began to wonder. Merlin continued when he noticed this, “Trust me, you do not want to rush things. It takes time.”
“But it didn’t for him.” Chris responded, speaking of Hammur.
Merlin let out a small laugh, “He’s special. I can see him being on the Council one of these days. The one thing preventing that needs changed, and you know what it is.” Merlin stepped closer, till he was standing right behind Chris. He ruffled the boy’s hair and fixed his collar before actually walking out the door, causing Chris to give him a weird look. Chris knew Merlin never had a use for doors, but it was a nice change. Little did he know, Merlin had troubled thoughts about something, but couldn’t figure out what.
Once the doors closed, Chris sighed, then headed out; after giving himself a once over look in the mirror. It took Chris a while to arrive to his post, but once he was there, he had relieved the current guard standing on duty when his radio suddenly went off, causing the guard to stop and turn to look.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you realize that you could get in trouble for this? What prank are you…” Chris responded to the noise as he immediately knew who it was from. Before he could continue, he got cut off with a partial message with lots of static.
“Aw zip it, man! …in trouble! …is being …! Get help fast!”
The line went dead as the sound of static filled the air. Chris tried to check other frequencies, but nothing was working. As he was putting the radio away, the relieved guard walked over, and starting mouthing off at Chris, causing a scene.
“Do you realize that the punishment for this is ten days in a holding cell? For answering such a radio for personal use only, which we all know is strictly forbidden outside of this area, and can only work within 500m, and you very well know that your so called friends are out on a mission. There’s no way in hell they would be back this soon, and this planet is damn well protected!” The guard huffed, and was about to grab Chris when Merlin suddenly appeared from behind, causing the guard to spin around.
Chris looked up in almost tears, but held them back. Merlin was looking back and fourth between the two. He scowled at the guard then walked to Chris. “Is that true?”
Chris nodded his head, causing the guard to start yelling profanities, but Merlin quickly hushed him. “If Chris does not see anything in the next few minutes, then you may take him to the holding area. But if he proves you wrong, HE will decide your fate.”
The guard turned pale as he heard Merlin’s words. He knew very well Merlin wasn’t one to be messed with. He also remembered the last person to cross the line ended up trying to survive the dust storms as punishment. He was never the same after that incident. The guard looked down, and apologized to Merlin for his actions, but Merlin had other ideas.
“You should be apologizing to the young man instead of me.” Merlin spoke with a straight face, still bothered by his thoughts.
The guard was feeling bad at the situation, yet wondered if Merlin was playing favorites. As he slowly walked towards Chris, he looked out the window and saw nothing, but he quickly apologized. As he turned to leave, Chris spoke up,
“Apology accepted, but before you leave, what’s that out there?”
The guard swiftly turned to see what Chris was looking at. Off in the distance were two light ‘Mechs, followed by several more big ones. The heavies were firing at the light ‘Mechs with great difficulty, due to the intensity of the storm. Somehow, they didn’t discover the base just yet and the guard turned around with a paled expression, and looked at Merlin then gulped. Chris did the same as he just realized he might not see his friends again. Merlin quickly looked out and with one swift move, he sounded the alarms.
“Dawg, Hammur, Rampage, AirBoy, Coolio, git your asses in gear! Gail is in trouble right outside the south end of the base!” Merlin spoke with a booming voice. Just before Merlin turned to leave towards the hangar, he grinned, then spoke to Chris, “Good job, mate! This means all comms are down, and as big as this base is, everyone can hear me.”
Chris smiled, then looked at the guard. He wore a guilty expression, but Chris placed his hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry about it. Looks like you’ll be working a bit of overtime with me here. I could use some help with the doors.”
The guard weakly smiled, “Thanks, I’ll manage the doors, how are your gunnery skills?”
Chris looked at the guard confused, “Gunnery skills? What are you talkin’ about?”
The guard chuckled, “There’s a laser turret built into the walls surrounding the base. It’s a great defense backup, but not all that good sometimes. Come, I’ll show ya!” The guard left, jogging to the turret, when Chris looked at him with disbelief. Part of him was excited, and another part of him was nervous. He began to daydream, but was quickly snapped out of it when the guard was shouting for him to hurry up. Chris shook his head and ran after him.
Once Chris caught up to the guard, he was showing him how to operate the controls. Chris caught on, and then asked, “Would you get in trouble for being away from your post?”
“Nah, it takes ten minutes for those guys to get ready, even in an emergency. You are their only closest backup we have! This is a dual large laser turret and it does get hot, so try not to overload it!”
Chris smiled, and then nodded before turning his attention to the attackers. The guard immediately left him so he could handle the main door for his superiors. Chris had trouble taking aim as the wind was rocking the huge cannons on the outside. It took Chris a few attempts to get a lock and when he did, he fired a pair of lasers towards the head, of what looked like a MadCat, with a very big, open cockpit. His first hit was a miss, causing the laser to burn a hole in the side armor. Chris muttered to himself, when suddenly the wind started becoming less violent. He immediately used this to his advantage as he fired another pair of lasers towards the cockpit. It was a sure shot; the first laser melted the armor and glass. The second laser immediately fried everything inside, including the pilot, causing the ‘Mech to immediately power down. He half expected a blast of explosion coming from it, and when nothing happened, he wanted to fire another shot, but held back as he thought the Clan could benefit from the salvage.
When the turret cooled down some, his next target became the most dangerous ‘Mech on the field; The Supernova. Never in his life had he thought it was possible to see one on the field, but it was a rare sight, and Chris really wanted that ‘Mech. As he was aiming for it, he decided to try the legs. Once he fired, it hit the foot actuator, disabling the ‘Mech’s ability to walk in an instant. It was still a dangerous ‘Mech as he noticed how it began searching for the source of the lasers. It continued scanning, and there wasn’t much Chris could do, but not give his position away. This took a lot of patience for Chris, as he was normally trigger-happy. In what felt like forever, the doors were finally opening, causing a great blast of wind and sand to enter. Seconds later, six Assault ‘Mechs rushed out the hangar doors in such speed; he didn’t think it was possible for them to move that fast. This also distracted the Supernova pilot, as he watched in fear for his life as the Assaults made their way towards his group. He fired all his lasers at the first incoming ‘Mech, then immediately shut down. This was the chance Chris was looking for. He lined up his gun towards the cockpit, and then fired, hitting it square on. This caused the massive ‘Mech to remain still as smoke came pouring out. The pilot was still alive as he was seen putting out fires in his cockpit, but it was too late.
Hammur was always the first one out of the Base, and this time was no exception. He was also the first one to be hit by the Supernova, but it didn’t falter him. He kept charging at the ‘Mech with all his speed. For the first time, everyone rushing out the door was in a Warthog, but Hammur had the fastest ‘Mech. While everyone else was 10Kph slower, they were still deadly and fast. As small as it appeared, the Warthog wasn’t to be underestimated. When properly equipped, it could knock down other ‘Mechs with a single shot, and take much damage before it would finally explode, and stay on its feet under the heaviest firepower. The only drawback was its limited range, 300M of range didn’t seem like much, but it worked extremely well when it came to surprise attacks when the enemy wasn’t expecting it. The Warthog was a 95Ton Assault ‘Mech that looked like it had a wide chest and small guns with quick legs. The cockpit was in the center of the ‘Mech, just several meters directly above the bottom of it’s center torso.
As Hammur was rushing, it had appeared the enemy hadn’t noticed the incoming surprise attack, and the rest of the lance continued to try and kill the two light ‘Mechs. Ignoring the disabled Supernova, the next ‘Mech closest to Hammur was the dreaded Atlas. This one wasn’t the same one as before, as it contained a different type of weaponry. Immediately after Hammur fired, the shot rocked the Atlas, but didn’t fall to the ground. The Tall Assault ‘Mech tuned to face the incoming assaults and made an attempt to fire, but the next shot that hit the Atlas came from Merlin’s ‘Mech. Immediately after the shot was fired, the Atlas fired its shot into the ground. This gave Hammur the chance for the final blow, but he was dangerously close, as were his comrades. Instead of taking the kill shot, his next shot, combined with Rampage’s, hit the opposite torso, knocking it to the ground and causing the arm to be ripped off in the process. The rest of the division split up, surrounded the remaining ‘Mechs, and annihilated them easily. Hammur’s ‘Mech had shutdown due to over-heating, and he watched as the fallen Atlas began to stand up. Hammur was sweating bullets while it fixed its aim on him. Suddenly, as an explosion filled the air, comms started working again and he immediately heard Adain’s over comms.
“Finish him! We’re clear! Salvage the rest; we have important information for the council!”
Dawg’s voice came up over comms after hearing this, “Just what is so important that it demands the council?”
Much to everyone’s surprise, Banshee was faintly heard over comms, but she did manage to utter three letters that sent chills down everyone’s spines, “W-O-B.”
There was a very long pause on comms, but Hammur was too distracted to pay attention as his ‘Mech finally powered up after having cooled down. He had taken a direct hit from the Atlas, but it didn’t seem to do much damage. Obviously, the Atlas had been stripped of its biggest guns and Hammur was grateful, as his next shot finished off the Atlas, sending a massive shockwave, followed by an explosion. What happened next surprised everyone. Just as the Light ‘Mechs made their way into base, the storm finally started to clear, opening up the visibility some. There stood not only one, but two, of the number one Assault ‘Mechs, the 100Ton Behemoth II. It was a very tall ‘Mech, about as tall as the Atlas, but what was scary was the huge gun mounted on top of its head. They called it the railgun, a weapon capable of causing massive damage in a single shot.
Wild Dawg wasted no time calling for extra help. Little did he know, help was readily available, and the next ‘Mech coming out of base was another 100Tonner joining the field, but only smaller. It had huge arms, a round body and well-armored legs. It was known as the Daishi, or Dire Wolf.
“Sorry I’m late guys!” Simon cheerfully spoke over comms. “Keep them busy till I get in range! I’m working on an experiment Hammur and I were testing.”
“NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THIS!” Dawg screamed over comms, making the other’s cringe at his sudden outburst.
“Don’t worry, when it gets in position, let it finish those two. Those guys are close enough for Simon, all we have to do is tough it out! Trust me, please!” Hammur pleaded to Dawg, hoping he would go with the decision.
“I make all calls, and an experiment has no position being here! It better not be what I think it is! There’s no way…” Dawg’s lecture was interrupted by the railgun hitting his mech and taking out an arm. He immediately turned his attention to the Assault ‘Mech and fired with what little he now had. Everyone else who was within range joined in the battle. For such a huge ‘Mech, it sure absorbed a lot of damage. Several shots seemed to just roll off it, yet some parts were sparking a great deal, yet it still fired the main weapon, trying to lessen their targets. After a while, when Simon had arrived in position within 300m, he didn’t bother warning anyone as he steadied his aim for the damaged torso, then fired. The initial shot sounded like a thunderous bang, as did the hit on the Behemoth. This sent the ‘Mech’s Torso into a slow turn then it fell to the ground. The intensity of the impact was so great; its Right torso was completely exposed with numerous sparks and smoke flying. Some parts of the armor were melted from the purple laser mounted on the Daishi. Hammur took advantage of the situation and fired a shot at the exposed armor, instantly destroying the ‘Mech, just as it was attempting to stand up. There was enough distance between him and the explosion, yet he felt the force of it. Several shards hit his ‘Mech, weakening the armor in several spots. The rest of everyone else had surrounded the remaining ‘Mech, yet it showed no signs of giving up. Its next shot was a direct shot to Coolio’s center torso, setting off all alarms in his ‘Mech.
“Guyz! I’m ejecting! I’m too close!” Coolio shouted over comms.
“No! Don’t! They’re too valuable!” Hammur cried in response. “Simon has a shot! Everyone, clear the area! This will finish it!”
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