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Wedge Lourde
post May 10 2006, 10:02 PM
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---Elswhere---

"How, sir, can you confidently say that Crayven Corporation will not interfere with any of our tactics?"

"With much confidence, I can. It will be to late to rescue the city by the time their 'mechs can arrive."


There was a slight pause, and the man in the suit got a puzzled look on his face.

"Then, explain to me, sir, how a 'mech has entered the area, not identifyable as a militia 'mech? An odd conincidence? No. As we speak, 2 'mechs are engaged with the single scout Uziel in the city. One of them appears to be the Cougar. The heavy 'mechs plundered from the militia base have 8 klicks yet to travel. I do not beleive that the situation is in firm control. You may have underestimated the exact remoteness of the Crayven utility department, identified as "Equinox" on the satelite image stolen from the militia defense department."

The man in the green military coat got a horified look on his face. He was just as puzzled as his provider.

"NO! Let me see the images. They may be a trick. They must be. Lead me to the tactical data room. I must see this with my own two eyes."

"Very well. Follow me. Do not fall behind."


The casually dressed officer lead the traditionally dressed one into a small room with many computers and holo database cores, and many electronics that you would find in a normal military control room. Men buzzed all around, tending to different tasks, oblivious to the two that strode to the Imagery computer terminal.

"These overhead images depict shadows about 80 feet tall. Arms and legs are visible. A 'mech? Yes sir, a 'mech."

A few daunting pictures made it all too evident that there was an opposition, slowly holding and regaining ground lost by the recent Armor Attack.

"Admiral Ziheng, sir, please patch me over to Commander Sujiwa"

"This is Commander Sujiwa. Please excuse our lag. We are now heading through an industrial section. We have about 7 and a half klicks untill we arrive at the hotspot."

"How many 'mechs did you manage to steal?"

"We only stole enough to arm our whole team. Every single one of us is equiped with a refit version of the Mad Cat 'mech. We beleive that it will be enough firepower to bring down the city. The initial raid has begun. Please tell us when to begin killing civilans or destroying buildings."

"YOU FOOLS! The mission was NEVER to kill civilians! It was never to destroy buildings! It was to capture and purge the boy, Wedge Lourde! Find him! Bring him to ME, alive. Vengance will be exacted back home. If you kill him or any other member of the Crayven Corporation, I will have your heads. Capture and bring me back any member of the Militia, Crayven Corporation, or the Legionnaires that you might find. Do not hesitate to use force. Kill as many that stand in your way. Do not stop untill the boy has been found. Acording to our sources, the boy Wedge works for the Militia. He may be one of the opposing Armormen at the hotspot. These are your orders. I will say none more."

"General, please follow me back to the conference room. I have a few more questions for you."

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Private Mick Brandt
post May 10 2006, 10:22 PM
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"All Militia and... other forces in the area. Be advised. Six stolen GH Local Refit Mad Cats have just entered the area, along with a few tanks, and even more stolen battle suits."

"Master Admiral Johnson-This is hell!"

"Who is this, over?"

"This is private Mick Brant of the Gellen's Height Local Militia. Who the hell are these guys? What the hell do they want?"

"Unknown at this time. I can give you a small situation report. Right now, you're in a gridlock hell. People are rioting all around you, your militia base has been attacked, and the stolen property from the armory of the base hase been stolen; is on the way to your exact location. The Cougar that you rode in on has been comandeered, and another unidentifyed Raven has teamed up with it to take down the Uziel that just shot lighting in your direction. We don't know who they are. I am sorry. The best thing you can do is just sit tight... and hold your own with your team. We have two DropShips full of 'mechs on the way... but it will be two hours before we even set foot on your continent... I am sorry private. Just... don't die on me. Right now, you're the highest ranked armed soldier within the city... you're my official contact. If anything big happens, report it to me immediatly."

"Yes sir!"



"Red team, break off! Meet me behind that car over by the factory over there!"


We all went around the packed road that connected Niagra and 4th. Going through and alleyway that lead to Pitts Road, the legs of the Uziel flashed by. Still people were rioting all around-being smashed by the legs of the 'mechs. It was sad. Each time the 'mechs made a step, a small earthquake. Just then, our first pal, the Flakmann tank passed by, shooting at escaping cars and people, and buildings. Just for the hell of it. I couldn't stand the screams anymore.

"Red team, dash for the tank, now! We'll take it apart armor plate by armor plate if we have to."

Shouts of anger were proceeded by my team, as we dashed past people in order to catch up with the tank. We would kill it any way we had to.

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General Harold Saxon
post May 11 2006, 05:55 PM
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Meanwhile...
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Crayven Securities Compound 'Equinox'
City of Gellen's Heights - Western Sector - Sheratan

"What? Do we have satellite confirmation?"

"Yes, sir. Surveillence satellites confirm tangoes inbound on an attack vector. The local militia is requesting assistance."

I grimaced.

"What's the sitrep at ground zero?"

"Bad, sir. MechWarriors Dante and Cosgrove are on scene and reporting that it's deteriorating rapidly. The local boys are overwhelmed. Cosgrove's currently engaged with an Uziel. We still don't have intel on who the hostiles are."

I began walking rapidly toward the bank of elevators that would take me to ground level.

"Cosgrove's engaged with an Uziel? On whose authority...never mind. What equipment is he fielding?"

A brief tapping of fingers on a keyboard filtered through my earpiece. With a cheery 'ding,' the center elevator's doors swished open, and I stepped aboard, swiping my security badge and selecting the sub-level of the compound's main war room.

"MechWarrior Cosgrove is operating the RVN-CS-A3 Raven, sir. We're getting most of our intel from its onboard sensors. It's equipped with - "

"I know what its loadout is, Daughton! I also know that if we're not being bluffed, that Raven is going to be an easy target! Now - here are your orders. I want two assault lances prepped and ready for deployment in fifteen minutes. I also want support lances made ready. I don't care how you do it - just do it. Pull prototypes out of testing if you have to; I realize that with three lances already off-world, we're stretched a bit thin. Anvil Lance will be commanded by General Maxwell - you are to send armed guards into his office and drag him to the Delta Zulu if needs be. I will take command of Hammer Lance.

"Your force composition will be as follows for Anvil Lance - General Maxwell's Daishi will be Anvil-1. Anvil-2 will pilot the KGC-CS-A. Anvil-3 will pilot a CP-CS-A. Anvil-4 will pilot an ANH-CS-A2.

"I will be Hammer-1. Please prep the MC2-CS-A for immediate deployment. Hammers-2 through 4 will pilot LGB-CS-B units.

"The support lances will consist of four squads of shock troops, along with a Behemoth-II, two Marksmen, a Condor, and the requisite support vehicles. Please ensure that the subject from Project Black Knight is deployed as well, along with his own force of Achileus Battle Armors.

"Anvil Lance will approach from Fleet Street, vectoring east toward Ground Zero. Hammer Lance will approach from Commerce Boulevard, and attempt to bombard the inbound Mad Cats from range with Arrow IV fire. The Mad Cats will be at a disadvantage, as the Longbows have the advantage of range. Once first blood is drawn, Anvil Lance will move toward the Mad Cats and finish them off. While this happens, Anvil-2 will break off and engage the Sunder and its support units - it will be extraordinarily outclassed by the King Crab and will fall easily.

"Meanwhile, the support lances are to move directly to Ground Zero along Fleet Street. They will engage and destroy all hostiles in that area, and attempt to link up with Lieutenant Dante and Sergeant Cosgrove. They will then hold position, and wait for the arrival of Anvil and Hammer Lances.

"As there is no time for a live briefing, please upload the electronic briefing to all elements participating in this operation and broadcast it on all combat channels. Do I make myself clear?"


Furious typing filtered through the phone as the mission specialist on the other end transcribed my orders. With yet another sickeningly cheerful 'ding,' the elevator arrived at its destination.

"Yes, General. Perfectly clear."

"Excellent. I expect this operation to be underway in...thirteen minutes. Carry on."

I cut the comm channel off, and headed for the armory.



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Captain Charles Maxwell
post May 11 2006, 07:08 PM
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Seventeen minutes later...
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Fleet Street
City of Gellen's Heights - Western Sector - Sheratan

I took a long drag on my cigar - the first I'd had in almost two days, and exhaled slowly. Normally, I didn't smoke in the cockpit - but I needed to get my nerves under control - quickly. I hadn't anticpated I'd be telling Benjamin he was dying and defending Sheratan from yet another invasion in the same day. I was slightly stressed out.

As Anvil Lance lumbered toward the first of our hastily-constructed nav points, I toggled open a private channel to Anvil-2.


"You're sure you feel up to this, Benjamin? I want you to realize you're under no obligation to accompany us."

"Even when you're not trying to sound like a businessman, you still manage to, dad," Benjamin chuckled. "I'll be fine. I just hope this damn contraption you've stuck me in holds together."

"Just make sure you collect as much performance data as you can. We weren't expecting to field test it for another two months."

Another chuckle crackled across the comms.

"I'll try to keep that in mind while I'm being shot at."

I smiled wryly.

"Roger that."

I glanced down at my DTT indicator. We were still two clicks out from the nav point - which meant that the Mad Cats we were flanking were at least four kilometers away from us. The thought offered small comfort, given that we were up against an unknown enemy, and even the smallest deviation on their behalf from what our intelligence analysts thought they might do meant that our plans could collapse at a moment's notice.

Who the hell fields a lance comprised totally of Mad Cats, anyway?

From the moment the intelligence reports and mission briefings splashed across my PDA's screen, I had struggled with that question. My first thought was that the Blakists had returned for a second run on the planet, but that didn't add up. Their tactics were too random - too disorganized. If Blakists had landed on the planet, we'd be fighting them back from the walls of Equinox by now - and that wasn't happening. The possibility that rouge Clanners might have landed on the planet also crossed my mind - it would explain the abundance of Clan technology - but Clanners usually operated in five-'Mech stars - not four-'Mech lances - so that didn't entirely add up either.

One thing remained clear - whoever they were, they were well-equipped, and they had caught us with our pants down. That meant that they were also well-informed - and a well-informed enemy had the potential to be just as dangerous as we were to them.

Before I had the chance to think things through any further, the silky, femenine voice of my autopilot's computer shattered my contemplative state.


"Nav point Alpha...reached. Nav point Beta selected."

I jammed my hand down on the 'all call' switch of my comm unit as the computer turned my Daishi toward Nav Beta.

"Anvil-1 reporting Anvil Lance at Nav Alpha - Anvil-2, break formation and head to Nav Epsilon! Anvil-3 and 4, assume wedge formation on me!"

A series of acknowledgements filtered across the channel as Benjamin's King Crab fell out of position and headed into the bowels of the city.

Godspeed, son.

"Hammer-1 reporting hostiles engaged at Nav Beta. We have the high ground."

General Saxon's words, spoken in his trademark, eerily detached tone, meant that, for the moment, Hammer Lance had the Mad Cats out-ranged, exactly as planned, and was delivering punishing missile fire in an attempt to draw the OmniMechs toward them. The lance was living on borrowed time, however, as was only a matter of time before the Mad Cats closed the gap and started delivering some serious hurt to the Crayven fire support 'Mechs. That was where we came in.

"Let's step it up, people!"



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Commander Mikey
post May 11 2006, 08:02 PM
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I called my team to get together as we walked around downtown. It was not long before we had arrived at the base to steal the mechs that were in storage.
We were getting close to the place where a big fight was going on, when our general called us.


"Alright guys, you are close to the fight. You guys are looking for the guy name Wedge. He is somewhere in the area but watch out for other mechs. Use your missiles if you have to shoot a long way. Do not make any buildings blow up or you won't have much cover. Thats it."

"Ok, ok team. It is time to kill! Charge your PPC's and ready your missles." I said on the microphone. We were getting close.

Ok that was my first post. Tell me how you liked it. Editied by David

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Private Mick Brandt
post May 11 2006, 09:03 PM
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Not bad, Mike.



"Private Brandt, I have good and bad news. Those Mad Cats are razor-edge close to your position. The good news... a few Crayven 'mechs have just deployed, and are en route to intercept the 'mechs. As for the crowd... don't let them die..."

I could only half hear him, as my team and I were buisy shooting and beating on the side of the tank, which was now approaching a rioting crowd. We punched on the hatch and shot the crap out of the turret, which was trying its best to aim for the crowd with its Lighting cannon.

We punched a large enough hole into the side to be able to hear the operator inside. He was madly yelling and chanting in Japanese.


"Master Admiral! He's yelling in Japanese!"

"That could mean anything, Private! Kill him and recover the tank!"

I climbed in, landing a blow on his face in what little pilot space there was. I wanted to see his damn face.

The 3 of us pulled his body out of the tiny hole in the tank. We dragged him to the intersection, throwing him out to the people. In a sensational moment of teamwork, the rioting citizens punched him and spit on him. We felt no mercy as we watched him beaten to a bloody death. In his last stand, he stood up and made like hell towards us, but he was tackled and killed by the crowd. Their sense of teamwork stuck with them. They stopped rioting and cheered. A smile crept up on my face, but next I was pushed to the ground and again it went black.



I woke up to screaming and shattering and crumbling. I looked up in a sense of gathering my team, and was horrified by what I saw. The Uziel had begun a chain reaction in the suports of a building in the intersection we were in. Dust and rocks fell everywhere, as the foundations of the building crubmled to the intense burning of missiles loged in the supports. The building came crumbling down, as dust and steel fell all around. People were crushed, and people choked on dust.


Then, the 'mech that had leveled the building to buy some time was knocked to its ass. 2 'mechs side by side approached the floored Uziel, guns pointed down. The crowd was so close... if the Uziel exploded, nothing around the block would survive. I looked at the 2 standing tall, waving.


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General Harold Saxon
post May 12 2006, 10:01 PM
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"Attention...attention...this is an active combat zone. Evacuate the area immediately. Repeating - this is an active combat zone. Evacuate the area immediately."

If the announcement which blared from my 'Mech's public address system didn't get the attention of the many men, women, and children who had flocked to Harborview Park for a weekend of recreation, the sight of my ninety-five ton Mad Cat Mk-II crashing through the treeline onto the park's rolling meadows most certainly did. Even from my elevated perch above the battlefield, screams and shouts of terror could clearly be heard as civillians scattered in all directions, frantically attempting to get out of the way of my OmniMech's massive ferrosteel feet as I pushed straight through, crushing picnic tables, knocking aside waste recepticles, and leaving huge, three-toed footprints in the finely-manicured grass. The three Longbows which comprised the rest of my lance followed in close formation, further compounding the destruction. But there were more pressing issues to attend to.

"Hammer-1 to Hammer Lance - I have visual contact with the targets. Sixteen hundred meters due East, moving Northwest toward the city. Assume attack formation, and acquire your assigned targets."

A series of acknowledgements crackled across the channel as I throttled down, holding my position as I armed the powerful Arrow IV missiles carried in my Mad Cat Mk-II's shoulder pods. Sending the OmniMech into a crouch, I toggled my zoom window, and trained my targeting reticule on the nearest of the approaching Mad Cats.

"Hammer-1, in position. Target acquired."

"Hammer-2, in position. Target acquired."

"Hammer-4, in position...target...acquired!"

I smiled grimly.

"Roger that. Fire at will."

Moments later, eight Arrow IV missiles arced across the park, their powerful single-burn engines glowing a dazzling gold. One by one, the warheads found their marks, pummelling the lance of Mad Cats with savage force, tearing limbs and chunks of armor from their targets. Several of the marauding OmniMechs were knocked from their feet by the impacts, and sent tumbling to the earth. Those that kept their footing immediately changed course, and began closing with our fire support lance. The engagement had begun.


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Commander Mikey
post May 12 2006, 11:00 PM
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"Repeat repeat guys we are under attack! Go shoot the mechs past those buildings!"
"Commander we were told to not get off our old mission."
"Ok I want 3 of you to keep shooting and the other 3 to go find the guy. Remember that there is a cougar and another mech shooting our uziel."
We walked into a part where people were running in all directions and there were a few mechs upahead. I told my team to fire their missiles at the targets. I then commanded the other 2 that were with me to turn on their target jammers so they could not hit us again with their bigger more powerful missles. Then I got a call from the team of stolen mechs that was heading for the first fight zone were the boy Wedge was.
"Boss, we are here but the uziel is down on the ground and being shot. I dont know if he will live. Do you want me to go for the people attacking him? I can also tell my tanks to shoot stuff."
"Yeah do that and dont kill the boy if you find him. Our leader says we need to bring him back."
"Charge!"


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Wedge Lourde
post May 12 2006, 11:29 PM
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"Who is that in the Cougar? This is Private Mick Brandt of the local militia. I'm really hoping that there's another man in there with you. Or... Sargent Maurito?"

"Mmm... not quite. I'm Wedge Lourde of one of the Local mercenary units... I'm with..." My unknown battlemate had presented his identity with many holes. I decided to take his approach."I'm in the neighborhood. Are you as confused as I am about this whole ordeal? Do you have some kind of leader?"

"Well, I can't establish contact with my regional boss over at the militia academy, but... I..."

"You what, private? I heard explosions off in the distance a while ago... is that where all the trouble is coming from?"

"Every single thing the enemy has fought with has been GHM equipment. The 6 Mad Cats are a part of a strike force of heavy and assault 'mechs designated for an exact situation like this. Not even my boss, Major Marcus Burnham could have suspected that WE would be attacked with them. I haven't heard a peep from the GHMilitary academy for about 20 minutes now. I have, though, received all my intel from the Master Admiral of the Sheratan militia. In other words, the highest ranked officer in the planetary military force has lead me through all of this. It's pretty big."

"I'm glad to hear that you're doing fine. Have you had any fatalities?"

"You tell me. Is there a dead guy in your cabin? When we first entered the situation we had a Cougar and 4 BattleSuits. When the situation spread to more than just a city block, there was an explosion, and we lost a battle suit. We have not heard from Red-3 since then."

"Well, on my end, he's out cold or dead. I can't tell. Can you patch me through to that Admiral of yours?"

"Erm... One second. Contact me in one minute's time, and I'll have him on a channel."




"Corporal Lourde, this is Sargent Cosgrove, your old pal from about 20 minutes ago. While you've been talking to the locals (I heard the whole thing through the com), I have been checking my probe for unfriendlies. I can give you a quick situation report, if we have enough time."

"I've got about a minute untill that militaman gets me my contact. Go ahead."

"Ahem..."

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Private Mick Brandt
post May 13 2006, 12:05 AM
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After the quick conversation with the man in the Cougar, I re-contacted Master Admiral Johnson.

"This is Brandt to Master Admiral. Do you read?"

"You're a bit fuzzy, but go ahead."

"Hold on, sir. I'M TAKING MY SHOT!" The 3 of us that were now practically brothers, dashing around city blocks in the region, hunting down local targets, and at least 20 battle suits that had been stolen. We had almost become pro.

"YOU GUYS FIGHT FOR ME! I'll BE A SEC!"

"Excuse me, Admiral. I am a bit buisy."


"We all have our duties. Go on."

"THE LEFT! Sir, the pilot of the multiply stolen Cougar is a confirmed ally... for now. His name is Wedge, and he would like to contact you. He says he's got a few sources that he can relay information to. He says that we might be able to tip the scales with a bit of information."

"Can you patch him through for me?"

"Yes sir. Let me contact... BEHIND THE BUILDING... 3... 2... 1... RUN! Just let me get him through for you..."

"He's all yours. Channel... YES! OVER THERE! Sorry, Channel 38. NOW! LOWER! He's on chanel 38, over and out."


Now that I had completed Lourde's request, I had to attend to my fight.

"I said the next street over! Come with me!" said Red-4.


Our next target was a Bulldog tank that was stolen (of course). It came with a few other tanks, and Major Burnham's personalized Sunder meduim 'mech. A few minutes and many dodged rounds and lasers, Master Admiral Johnson called me with a plan.



"Johnson to Brandt. Corporal Lourde and I have come up with a plan, and his buddy has agreed to help us.


Lourde and his assistant have agreed to rendovzous with you and your team to take out the small force of tanks and the Sunder 'mech. We figured it might be easier to let the 'mechs hand the counterpart, while you work on the armor and tanks. Once the 'mech is scratched, the duo will assist you. That will bring one force of the 2 within the city. Currently, Crayven Corporation is engaged with the Mad Cats in a park not far. If they succeed, all the major conflicts will be over... hopefully. Be advised that there are still a few armor counts and random tanks. I am now updating your teams HUDs, as well as Lourde's 'mech's display with Nav point Alpha, 2 blocks away from where the enemy force is gathered."


The built in voice prompted me that Nav Point Alpha was now available. Now that we actually had a sense of teamwork, the attack would be crushed easily. Hopefully.


It wasn't gonna happen like that.


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post May 13 2006, 06:44 PM
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"I've got about a minute untill that militaman gets me my contact. Go ahead."

I glanced at my IFF computer readout one last time to confirm that no updates had taken place.

"All right, Corporal, here's our situation. That Uziel is out of business - your militia buddies are seeing to that. The police are working to keep the locals in check over there - the rioting's getting pretty severe and it's only a matter of time before the crowds break the barriers. That's the good news.

"The bad news is, we've got multiple squads of Oni Battle Armor - I count at least fifteen, all told - scattered throughout the neighborhood in a one-kilometer radius. They've got moderate armor support, ranging from Zibler and Enyo strike tanks to Condors and at least one Glory. I'm showing two lances of friendly armor moving in - hopefully that will buy us some time.

"That's just the beginning. I've got sensor contact with the Sunder - it's still inbound on our location - I can confirm that it is, in fact, supported by a Behemoth II tank. The six points of armor are Fa Shih Battle Armors. They're riding on the Behemoth's running boards. I anticipate the whole battleforce is going to be within firing range in less than two minutes.

"Fortunately, it appears that we've got a friendly KGC-20-A King Crab moving from the West to intercept them - it's one of my boys. He's going to have his hands full - we're no match for the Sunder, but we can certainly give that tank and the Fa Shihs a run for their money - my suggestion is that we move to assist him.

"My minute's up, Corporal. What's the call?"


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Commodore Benjamin Maxwell
post May 13 2006, 06:58 PM
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As the elements of Anvil Lance moved to support Hammer Lance, I steered my KGC-CS-A King Crab into the urban jungle that was the West End of Gellen's Heights. The reactions of passerby were typical of persons bearing witness to a 100-ton war machine striding down a city street - women screamed, men dove for cover, and motorists fled from their vehicles as my King Crab's colossal clawed feet pounded across the pavement with earth-shattering force. I could only apologize silently as I made my way with due haste toward Nav Gamma, and my rendezvous with an unknown enemy. Ordinarily, I'd be feeling a great deal of apprehension at engaging an entire mixed lance in a single BattleMech, but the intruiging indirect-fire missile system my prototype carried hinted at a very different sort of confrontation than most warriors were accustomed to.

"Target detected," my onboard computer announced, highlighting the Sunder Lance's Behemoth II tank on my radar. The hostile was just over a kilometer to my east, far outside of my Streak SRMs, but was closing quickly. Even as I watched, the tank fell within the range of my extended-range weaponry.

Now if I could just get a clear shot...

As was the case with many MechWarriors, I loathed urban combat. BattleMechs were simply not built to operate on pavement in tight quarters, and it was all I could do to keep from repeatedly scraping the fins of my massive King Crab on the outer walls of the towering skyscrapers flanking me on all sides.

Dropping my throttle to a crawling thirty kilometers per hour, I executed a right-hand turn, and pushed down 35th Street, drawing closer to the Behemoth tank, which had made a sharp course correction, and appeared to be attempting to close the distance between us. I had no doubt that I had been detected, and I fully intended to take advantage of the situation. Bringing the King Crab to a lumbering halt alongside a towering industrial warehouse, I primed my SRM launchers, and activated the IDF system. As the targeting & tracking system acquired its target, I watched as the DTT counter wound down.


And now...I wait.


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post May 13 2006, 11:06 PM
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"Sargent, I see an unknown 'mech moving in on the group. Is he one of yours? Everything on my radar is red, even you."

"Erm... yes. He's the King Crab friend. Just be careful."

"Enemy detected." Chirped the computer. The voice was not the ususal british intruiging accent woman's voice you usualy get out of a 'mech. It was more... soothing.

"Your call, corporal. You're more in touch with the local big boys than I am. We've less than two minutes."

"Private Brant-do you read?"

"I'm a bit buisy, but yes, I do."

"Sargent Cosgrove and Private Brandt. I think we should assist the King Crab. Brandt, tell your team to hitch a ride on my legs... if you're not afraid of Deja Vu."


The 5 of us stomped past damaged buildings, rioting people, and immoble cars that sat as soccerballs for traveling 'mechs. The civilian fighting had gotten to the point where people would bring out razorblades and guns. My cockpit was shot with low-grade ballistic gunfire quite a few times from the ground.

We entered the area, passing where our contact sat. Taking a glimpse of the King Crab I soon learned that the name explained itself. Ignoring the oddly shaped frame of the 'mech, I keyed the mic to try to establish some small talk while we began our 30 second transit to where the stolen Sunder and his buddies patroled the area, waiting for us.


"So... MechWarrior... how's that King Crab treatin' ya?"

"Don't even start with me... erm... Wedge? Is that you?"

"W..."

It was then that I was hit with a dual-arangment of Guass rounds. Both smashed at my feet, knocking me to my feet. It certainly was Deja Vu, as the 3 armormen scrambled to run clear of my impact.


"Corporal Lourde!"


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post May 15 2006, 01:41 PM
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With an impact that resounded through the crowded city block like a small explosion, twin gauss rounds smashed into Corporal Lourde's Cougar, sending it tumbling to the ground as the 100-ton Behemoth-II assault tank opened fire.

"Wedge! Get up and get behind cover! That tank's coming straight for you!"

As the Corporal attempted to right his stricken BattleMech, I selected the HUD marker for the Behemoth. Although, from my point of view, I was looking at an empty intersection, the Indirect-Fire system didn't see things that way. As the targeting system signaled a lock, I pulled the trigger, and twenty-four Streak SRM-6 missiles tore from my King Crab's missile tubes, rocketing toward the desolate intersection before executing a near-ninety degree turn to the right. Moments later, multiple explosions thundred through the afternoon air, as my HUD updated the wireframe of the Behemoth with an incredible amount of damage.

Looks like there's still some fight left in him!

I quickly pushed the King Crab forward, and lumbered toward the insersection. As I rounded the corner to come face-to-face with the smoldering Behemoth, a swarm of short-range missiles belched forth from what was left of the tank, pounding my BattleMech's thick hide, but doing very little damage. I returned the favor with a brutal PPC blast, accompanied by several columns of coherent light, which obliterated the crippled remains of the tank.

"Nice shooting, Anvil-2," came an unfamiliar voice. The transmission originated from the Raven which had accompanied Corporal Lourde.

"Thanks, Raven. What's your callsign?"

"You can call me 'Falcon,' Major. Look sharp. You've got a Sunder inbound, a little over a kilometer out."

"Roger that, I'm aware. Care to stick around? I could use your help mopping up his buddies."

"Roger. Keep the big guy off of me, and you've got yourself a deal."


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"General Tihen. This is your last chance to make progress. If I do not see progress, your pilots (if they make it back) will not be funded. I am sick of watching MY men die. It almost seemes as though you lied to me when you said that the Crayven Corporation would not intervene."

"If it were not for the Crayven, Wedge would already be in chains on his way for question."

"But he is not. I see no progress. Also, there has been almost no damage to any major govornment building. No parliment, courthouse, not even the Davionian House of Sheratan has been attacked. If it were not for that the House, the planet would receive no order or news from New Avalon. If we can completely cut the planet off from warning the House officials on Avalon... the planet is ours."

"There are many flaws in your plan, Major."

"You think you can do beter? You have only made flaws for the life of this operation... which is coming to a close."

"Not so fast. If you can spare the generosity to allow the attack force of 3 DropShips full of Scout to Assault 'mechs... then war may begin. This isn't only about Wedge anymore."


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