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Samantha Marched and led her clan in. there they were right in front of her the Clan she was supposed to bring down. She gave the order for them to take them down at all cost. "Take them down boys we have been tracking this clan for too long. The Scum smell like freeborn anyhow."
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The Weapons Dump
The days had been passing slowly. It was another guard duty contract, something Christopher was not looking forward to. He had joined up with the young Wyn to get back into the action, not languish behind the lines guarding someone else’s ammunition and fuel.
The Hunchback crossed in front of him, sensors ablaze as he covered the barren ground that surrounded the packed earth supply dump. Without having to look, he knew that the Raven would be close behind, its advanced scanning and detection equipment working overtime to detect any threats that might be advancing on them.
Christopher chose to remain quiet and off the sensors for now. His Griffin, the large darkened canopy shielding its pilot from the bright sunlight of the noonday heat, stood quietly near a large stack of replacement armor paneling. The sensors were kept on passive mode and the reactor on its lowest power setting. If anyone showed up, something Christopher doubted severely as the past few days had gone by without even a whisper of activity, it would be nearly impossible for them to pick him up on their sensors. He would prove to be a very nasty surprise to any aggressors that stumbled upon the remote outpost.
The chatter over the comm system was routine as both Jacen Wyn, callsign Specter, and Allen Freetruck, who went by the callsign Ensign regardless of his actual rank, wheeled their mechs past his line of sight once again. Sensors in full sweep and a mouthful of chatter broadcasting out over the open channels. Rookies.
The Raven stopped suddenly, wheeling about on its reverse-jointed legs as the chatter went dead on the comm. Ensign’s voice came again, this time with much less joviality as he reported several contacts moving in. He engaged the power up circuits on the particle projection cannon latched to his mech’s right hand and flipped off the safety switches on his long range missile pack. The smile spread across his face quickly as he keyed his comm and put out a low-power message to his comrades.
“Well boys, lets go get us some action.”
He waited until the other two mechs took action and the approaching invaders drew closer before switching off the low-power setting, driving the fusion reactor into combat mode and activating his targeting system and sensors. The Griffin came to life, its aged frame groaning under the strain as he punched the control activating the jump jets. The 55-ton mech began a long, high arc from the facility, the barrel of the PPC already straining to lock onto one of the trailing mechs approaching the facility. This was what he lived for. Let the others take out the frontrunners, he preferred to single out one mech and pummel it into scrap. The targeting and tracking system already counting off the meters to the target, a medium clan mech. A light beeping in his ear told him that his long range missiles had locked onto their target.
A few more seconds, just as he peaked in his arc, his targeting reticule turned a deep crimson as the PPC came into range.
“Say hello to the devil for me, Mr. Clanner,” he said softly, double checking the range before pulling the trigger.
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The days had been passing slowly. It was another guard duty contract, something Christopher was not looking forward to. He had joined up with the young Wyn to get back into the action, not languish behind the lines guarding someone else’s ammunition and fuel.
The Hunchback crossed in front of him, sensors ablaze as he covered the barren ground that surrounded the packed earth supply dump. Without having to look, he knew that the Raven would be close behind, its advanced scanning and detection equipment working overtime to detect any threats that might be advancing on them.
Christopher chose to remain quiet and off the sensors for now. His Griffin, the large darkened canopy shielding its pilot from the bright sunlight of the noonday heat, stood quietly near a large stack of replacement armor paneling. The sensors were kept on passive mode and the reactor on its lowest power setting. If anyone showed up, something Christopher doubted severely as the past few days had gone by without even a whisper of activity, it would be nearly impossible for them to pick him up on their sensors. He would prove to be a very nasty surprise to any aggressors that stumbled upon the remote outpost.
The chatter over the comm system was routine as both Jacen Wyn, callsign Specter, and Allen Freetruck, who went by the callsign Ensign regardless of his actual rank, wheeled their mechs past his line of sight once again. Sensors in full sweep and a mouthful of chatter broadcasting out over the open channels. Rookies.
The Raven stopped suddenly, wheeling about on its reverse-jointed legs as the chatter went dead on the comm. Ensign’s voice came again, this time with much less joviality as he reported several contacts moving in. He engaged the power up circuits on the particle projection cannon latched to his mech’s right hand and flipped off the safety switches on his long range missile pack. The smile spread across his face quickly as he keyed his comm and put out a low-power message to his comrades.
“Well boys, lets go get us some action.”
He waited until the other two mechs took action and the approaching invaders drew closer before switching off the low-power setting, driving the fusion reactor into combat mode and activating his targeting system and sensors. The Griffin came to life, its aged frame groaning under the strain as he punched the control activating the jump jets. The 55-ton mech began a long, high arc from the facility, the barrel of the PPC already straining to lock onto one of the trailing mechs approaching the facility. This was what he lived for. Let the others take out the frontrunners, he preferred to single out one mech and pummel it into scrap. The targeting and tracking system already counting off the meters to the target, a medium clan mech. A light beeping in his ear told him that his long range missiles had locked onto their target.
A few more seconds, just as he peaked in his arc, his targeting reticule turned a deep crimson as the PPC came into range.
“Say hello to the devil for me, Mr. Clanner,” he said softly, double checking the range before pulling the trigger.
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"Tag the lead with a beacon, Ensign, then draw their fire away from the facility, pot shots are descretionary. You read me Jackal?" Specter called over the comm, using the call sign for Christopher that his father had once dubbed the man. "Give them a tap on the chin, for dad."
Spectre keyed in a set of nav points for them that would draw the clanners away from the Steiner Facility as he switched his comm over to an open frequency. "Clan pilots, cease your forward advancement, this installation is under our protection, comply, or we will give you hell." He called out, paying lip service to Steiner engagement protocols.
Spectre keyed in a set of nav points for them that would draw the clanners away from the Steiner Facility as he switched his comm over to an open frequency. "Clan pilots, cease your forward advancement, this installation is under our protection, comply, or we will give you hell." He called out, paying lip service to Steiner engagement protocols.
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"Clan pilots, cease your forward advancement, this installation is under our protection, comply, or we will give you hell."
Samantha heard the warning over the open channel but had no intention of calling off her squad. Their clans had been enemies for some time and It was going to end tonight with one of the clans being eliminated.
"Sorry but my men will not stand down. Prepare for battle this is our Territory to protect now Freeborns." Samantha then starts to laugh at her insult towards the other clan.
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"Nope, sorry, wrong answer, this is Steiner territory, territory we're being paid to protect." Spectre said before switching back to closed comm "Give em hell, boys." He said as he drew a bead on the closest target, waiting with nerves of steel for them to come into range, through incoming fire.
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IC: "Jakal, cover me." I was out ranged in a big way, and I hoped they didn't know the hunchback and I shared that problem.
The raven pulled itself quickly toward the enemy on clawed feet. "Narc Becon away" I fired the small radio wave admiting projectile knowing it would draw missles to its position.
I then engaged jump jets hopeing to evade fire.
IC: "Jakal, cover me." I was out ranged in a big way, and I hoped they didn't know the hunchback and I shared that problem.
The raven pulled itself quickly toward the enemy on clawed feet. "Narc Becon away" I fired the small radio wave admiting projectile knowing it would draw missles to its position.
I then engaged jump jets hopeing to evade fire.
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The Opening Shot
“Jackal, cover me,” came the call from Ensign as the magnetic pod launched from his mech and locked tight on the lead clan mech. He quickly fired off his jump jets, rocketing the smaller mech in a low, speeding arc. His Raven’s jump jets were much newer and much more efficient than the antiquated models on his Griffin, and were lifting only half the weight, and provided quite a spectacular show as they were revved to full throttle.
The Griffin reached the apex of the jump just as his targeting system acquired a full lock. He smiled widely, his teeth bared fully, as he squeezed the trigger.
The PPC’s internal capacitors released the stored energy and plasma mixture from their stores and the tubular shaped pod just to the right of the cockpit began to spit forth fire as 20 missiles ignited and sped away from him.
The 35-ton Shadowcat below stopped and pivoted as the warning alarms blared in his cockpit. He raised the long barrel of the Gauss Rifle, tracking the arcing foe above him just as the missiles and PPC bolt tore into his armor. The smaller mech shuddered under the impact, stepping backwards as the fusillade struck. The Shadowcat stood there for a split second, teetering back under the weight of the fire before the magnetic coils of the Gauss Rifle shorted against themselves, triggering a massive discharge of electrical and magnetic energy. As his brethren sped away from him, continuing their charge on the base, his mech disappeared into a spectacular fireball as the magnetic shielding of the fusion reactor failed and the energy stored within tore free.
The Griffin landed wickedly upon the earth again, the actuators in the knees and ankles grinding in protest as the myomer bundles tightened to absorb the impact.
“Hell of a way to start a welcoming party, right boys?” he called out loudly over the open channel before turning and pushing his mech into a run, already raising his PPC again on a new target.
“Jackal, cover me,” came the call from Ensign as the magnetic pod launched from his mech and locked tight on the lead clan mech. He quickly fired off his jump jets, rocketing the smaller mech in a low, speeding arc. His Raven’s jump jets were much newer and much more efficient than the antiquated models on his Griffin, and were lifting only half the weight, and provided quite a spectacular show as they were revved to full throttle.
The Griffin reached the apex of the jump just as his targeting system acquired a full lock. He smiled widely, his teeth bared fully, as he squeezed the trigger.
The PPC’s internal capacitors released the stored energy and plasma mixture from their stores and the tubular shaped pod just to the right of the cockpit began to spit forth fire as 20 missiles ignited and sped away from him.
The 35-ton Shadowcat below stopped and pivoted as the warning alarms blared in his cockpit. He raised the long barrel of the Gauss Rifle, tracking the arcing foe above him just as the missiles and PPC bolt tore into his armor. The smaller mech shuddered under the impact, stepping backwards as the fusillade struck. The Shadowcat stood there for a split second, teetering back under the weight of the fire before the magnetic coils of the Gauss Rifle shorted against themselves, triggering a massive discharge of electrical and magnetic energy. As his brethren sped away from him, continuing their charge on the base, his mech disappeared into a spectacular fireball as the magnetic shielding of the fusion reactor failed and the energy stored within tore free.
The Griffin landed wickedly upon the earth again, the actuators in the knees and ankles grinding in protest as the myomer bundles tightened to absorb the impact.
“Hell of a way to start a welcoming party, right boys?” he called out loudly over the open channel before turning and pushing his mech into a run, already raising his PPC again on a new target.
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IC: "Yeah today is going to be a good day!" I redirected my vehicle to face a second shadowcat. As I turned I instantly knew I wasn't as good at evading as thought I was.
As I saw the light green glow of the second shadowcats guass rifle, the barrel pointing directly at me, I reached across the counsel trying to hit eject. Instead I hit the alpha strike command firing all of my weapons, the laser, the 6 missiles, even a second narc beacon. The railgun smashed ts lead projectile against the thick glass of my cockpit. Time slowed down as the glass began to buckle under the immense force. I knew what would happen, the glass would give way and that would be it.
As the cracks formed my life got placed in perspective. I regretted not spending time with my sister, not joining the same unit as her because I wanted a "break" fro her. I regretted not going to prom my senior year of high-school simply because I didn't have a date. I regretted shaving my head for reason, as a white guy all it ever did was make people ask if I had cancer. I regretted breaking up with my first girl friend because I wanted to peruse other relationships. And on some level I even regretted going with the call sign Ensign, after all the Ensign always dies first. The glass finally gave way turning one projectile into many. Although my body would be torn apart by thick shards of glass I would not fee it. The small lead ball would kill me painlessly.
IC: "Yeah today is going to be a good day!" I redirected my vehicle to face a second shadowcat. As I turned I instantly knew I wasn't as good at evading as thought I was.
As I saw the light green glow of the second shadowcats guass rifle, the barrel pointing directly at me, I reached across the counsel trying to hit eject. Instead I hit the alpha strike command firing all of my weapons, the laser, the 6 missiles, even a second narc beacon. The railgun smashed ts lead projectile against the thick glass of my cockpit. Time slowed down as the glass began to buckle under the immense force. I knew what would happen, the glass would give way and that would be it.
As the cracks formed my life got placed in perspective. I regretted not spending time with my sister, not joining the same unit as her because I wanted a "break" fro her. I regretted not going to prom my senior year of high-school simply because I didn't have a date. I regretted shaving my head for reason, as a white guy all it ever did was make people ask if I had cancer. I regretted breaking up with my first girl friend because I wanted to peruse other relationships. And on some level I even regretted going with the call sign Ensign, after all the Ensign always dies first. The glass finally gave way turning one projectile into many. Although my body would be torn apart by thick shards of glass I would not fee it. The small lead ball would kill me painlessly.
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Spectre was about to congradulate Jackal on the first kill when he witnessed Ensign's demise. He locked onto the mech that had destroyed his youngest troop, and focused with grim resolve, comming into range with his weapons. His right leg and left torso took a pounding from the target he left behind, but he shrugged it off, determined to make this one kill, for Ensign.
He fired off his laser and missiles seeming to spark a fire behind the clan mech, it took off, right into the salvo from Spectre's AC 20, sending it sprawling down a hill side, out of sight. "Draw the leaders fire Jackal, this one's mine, for Ensign!" Spectre shouted, emotion creeping into his voice as he climbed up the hill, intent on taking the mech out, for good.
He fired off his laser and missiles seeming to spark a fire behind the clan mech, it took off, right into the salvo from Spectre's AC 20, sending it sprawling down a hill side, out of sight. "Draw the leaders fire Jackal, this one's mine, for Ensign!" Spectre shouted, emotion creeping into his voice as he climbed up the hill, intent on taking the mech out, for good.
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Samantha cringed as she saw one of her clansmen go down but she knew it meant he was inferior. She regained her focus quickly remembering she was in a life or death situation and had to maintain her clan's honor at all costs.
She moved forward and advanced on to the one that apparently wasn't the leader and unloaded a burst of medium laser fire on Jackal the damage causes a bit of damage and the mech smokes up a bit. She manuevers around jackal waiting for the lasers to recharge some. She gets the light up that they are ready again she targets and fires another round on jackal. in the ensuing fire fight she takes some damage but nothing major that her piloting skills couldn't handle.
She moved forward and advanced on to the one that apparently wasn't the leader and unloaded a burst of medium laser fire on Jackal the damage causes a bit of damage and the mech smokes up a bit. She manuevers around jackal waiting for the lasers to recharge some. She gets the light up that they are ready again she targets and fires another round on jackal. in the ensuing fire fight she takes some damage but nothing major that her piloting skills couldn't handle.
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Spectre crowned the hill and leveled his cross hairs upon the clan mech he had sent sprawling. The mech was already regaining its feet as he did. "Give my reguards to hell..." Spectre growled as he fired another round from his AC 20 directly into the mech's center torso. The explosion of impact was deafening at this range, and Specter's hunchback took considerable damage as his target went critical.
It was several minutes before he could get his mech back online and jump back into the fight, his sensors read that he'd lost his AC 20 and that his right leg was in the red. "Jackal, report!" Spectre shouted over the comm as he drew his mech toward the fire fight.
Things were looking bad, he'd lost a man... He never lost a man, damn it! His own mech was in critical condition, and it was apparent that though Jackal was a seasoned vet, this bitch was running circles around him. He looked up, off in the distance, at the Steiner ammo dump, and smiled to himself. "I have a plan..." Spectre announced over the comm, to Jackal.
"Clan commander, I challenge you to a trial of posession, you and me." He called over the open frequency while he keyed the ammo dump as a new waypoint.
It was several minutes before he could get his mech back online and jump back into the fight, his sensors read that he'd lost his AC 20 and that his right leg was in the red. "Jackal, report!" Spectre shouted over the comm as he drew his mech toward the fire fight.
Things were looking bad, he'd lost a man... He never lost a man, damn it! His own mech was in critical condition, and it was apparent that though Jackal was a seasoned vet, this bitch was running circles around him. He looked up, off in the distance, at the Steiner ammo dump, and smiled to himself. "I have a plan..." Spectre announced over the comm, to Jackal.
"Clan commander, I challenge you to a trial of posession, you and me." He called over the open frequency while he keyed the ammo dump as a new waypoint.
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"Clan commander, I challenge you to a trial of posession, you and me."
"Your challenging me to a trial of possession but your lower then a freeborn you scum you cannot win this one." Samantha was cocky and realized she had this guy out matched his mech was barely operational. "I could use a few more servants." She laughed over the con as she accepted and moved into hot pursuit.
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A Firefight
He fired his PPC at the advancing mech, the one which had been leading the clan formation just moments before. The bright blast tore past the machine’s legs, throwing up a cloud of dirt and sparks just a few meters behind it.
“Damn it!” he yelled into his cockpit. He hated missing, especially since the weapon had such a long cycle time and it exposed him to fire he would not be able to return. The clan mech was much faster then his Griffin and closed the gap rapidly, firing its array of lasers as it charged. He threw the Griffin into reverse and turned with the clan pilot, trying to keep her in front of him and keep the distance between them respectable so she would not have such an easy shot on him.
His eyes shot to the second Shadowcat, its Gauss rifle primed and ready to fire just as Ensign made his turn. The shot neatly shattered through the large front viewscreen of the Raven and exited through the back of the mech still traveling at supersonic speed. The 250-pound tungsten/ferrosteel slug punched a neat hole through both man and machine. While his death was tragic, at least it had been quick.
His attention was drawn back to his own set of problems as the high energy beams began to slice into the armor of his mech, setting of warning claxons and lights as several auxiliary systems failed under the heat and power surge. One light in particular caught his eye: the deep yellow master caution light just to the left of the throttle controls. One of the major systems had been hit. He scanned the smaller warning lights as his hands went to the ejection handles. One of the gyroscopic stabilizers had been fused, a major inconvenience and pain in the ass, but not a threatening situation. He grabbed the controls again as his mech slowed its rotation and the clan pilot moved past high line of sight.
He reversed his turn just as he felt the second blast of laser fire. The change in direction threw off her aim slightly and several bright green trailers shot past his cockpit. She reappeared in his field of view, still wheeling about quickly, the upper half of her mech twisted to keep her gunbarrels pointed his direction. He was close enough to her that he could see her nerohelmet through the cockpit glass. He knew he was far too close to get an effective shot off with either of his weapons, but he knew he couldn’t just stand around and wait for the perfect shot.
“I’ve got you now, bitch,” he said, flipping off the field inhibitors on the PPC and disarming the close-range safety switches on the missile rack. “Let’s see how you like a taste of it.”
He squeezed the trigger, again unleashing the full fury of his mech on a clan foe. The PPC blast grazed her mech instead of plowing directly into the armor. The bluish hail of sparks cast off told him immediately that most of the energy had been lost and she had taken minimal damage. The missiles did their job admirably, their four-pound explosive warheads detonating across the width of her mech. They didn’t have the flight time necessary to build up enough kinetic force and group together to cause maximum damage, but the resulting smoke cloud and flying debris gave him the chance to fire his jump jets again and put some distance between him and the female clan pilot.
With a damaged gyroscope and several subsystems offline, he knew the landing would be rough, but it was better to increase his range than stand there and be pummeled into scrap. At the apex of the jump, the comm jumped to life again.
“Jackal! Report!” came the call from Specter. From this height, he could see the crumpled remains of the Raven and the two large smoldering craters from the two Shadowcats. The clan leader was searching for her target, failing to notice the exhaust trail from the jump jets mixed in with the missile exhaust.
“A little smoky, a little beaten, but still here, Specter. Ensign took one to the head. If he’s not dead, he’s going to wish he was with that kind of damage.”
There was a short pause before Specter’s Hunchback turned sharply and headed towards the ammo dump as he called out the clan leader for a trial of possession. It was a gutsy move by the kid; beat one pilot and they leave planet, no questions asked, lose and we become their bondsmen, bound to serve them as indentured slaves. A one-on-one fight in the narrow confines of the ammo dump favored the close in firepower of the Hunchback, but it still made him uneasy.
“Give ‘em hell, kid,” he said, focusing his attention on the rough landing ahead.
He fired his PPC at the advancing mech, the one which had been leading the clan formation just moments before. The bright blast tore past the machine’s legs, throwing up a cloud of dirt and sparks just a few meters behind it.
“Damn it!” he yelled into his cockpit. He hated missing, especially since the weapon had such a long cycle time and it exposed him to fire he would not be able to return. The clan mech was much faster then his Griffin and closed the gap rapidly, firing its array of lasers as it charged. He threw the Griffin into reverse and turned with the clan pilot, trying to keep her in front of him and keep the distance between them respectable so she would not have such an easy shot on him.
His eyes shot to the second Shadowcat, its Gauss rifle primed and ready to fire just as Ensign made his turn. The shot neatly shattered through the large front viewscreen of the Raven and exited through the back of the mech still traveling at supersonic speed. The 250-pound tungsten/ferrosteel slug punched a neat hole through both man and machine. While his death was tragic, at least it had been quick.
His attention was drawn back to his own set of problems as the high energy beams began to slice into the armor of his mech, setting of warning claxons and lights as several auxiliary systems failed under the heat and power surge. One light in particular caught his eye: the deep yellow master caution light just to the left of the throttle controls. One of the major systems had been hit. He scanned the smaller warning lights as his hands went to the ejection handles. One of the gyroscopic stabilizers had been fused, a major inconvenience and pain in the ass, but not a threatening situation. He grabbed the controls again as his mech slowed its rotation and the clan pilot moved past high line of sight.
He reversed his turn just as he felt the second blast of laser fire. The change in direction threw off her aim slightly and several bright green trailers shot past his cockpit. She reappeared in his field of view, still wheeling about quickly, the upper half of her mech twisted to keep her gunbarrels pointed his direction. He was close enough to her that he could see her nerohelmet through the cockpit glass. He knew he was far too close to get an effective shot off with either of his weapons, but he knew he couldn’t just stand around and wait for the perfect shot.
“I’ve got you now, bitch,” he said, flipping off the field inhibitors on the PPC and disarming the close-range safety switches on the missile rack. “Let’s see how you like a taste of it.”
He squeezed the trigger, again unleashing the full fury of his mech on a clan foe. The PPC blast grazed her mech instead of plowing directly into the armor. The bluish hail of sparks cast off told him immediately that most of the energy had been lost and she had taken minimal damage. The missiles did their job admirably, their four-pound explosive warheads detonating across the width of her mech. They didn’t have the flight time necessary to build up enough kinetic force and group together to cause maximum damage, but the resulting smoke cloud and flying debris gave him the chance to fire his jump jets again and put some distance between him and the female clan pilot.
With a damaged gyroscope and several subsystems offline, he knew the landing would be rough, but it was better to increase his range than stand there and be pummeled into scrap. At the apex of the jump, the comm jumped to life again.
“Jackal! Report!” came the call from Specter. From this height, he could see the crumpled remains of the Raven and the two large smoldering craters from the two Shadowcats. The clan leader was searching for her target, failing to notice the exhaust trail from the jump jets mixed in with the missile exhaust.
“A little smoky, a little beaten, but still here, Specter. Ensign took one to the head. If he’s not dead, he’s going to wish he was with that kind of damage.”
There was a short pause before Specter’s Hunchback turned sharply and headed towards the ammo dump as he called out the clan leader for a trial of possession. It was a gutsy move by the kid; beat one pilot and they leave planet, no questions asked, lose and we become their bondsmen, bound to serve them as indentured slaves. A one-on-one fight in the narrow confines of the ammo dump favored the close in firepower of the Hunchback, but it still made him uneasy.
“Give ‘em hell, kid,” he said, focusing his attention on the rough landing ahead.
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As he piloted his mech toward the ammo dump, Spectre checked his rear mounted cam, sure enough, the clan woman had taken the bait. In a minute he would round behind the main ammo hold, and wait for her to come into sight. "Steiner Facility, we cannot hold, repeat, cannot hold clan incursion! Evacuate! Evacuate!" Spectre sent to the installation, feigning panic. He hoped that would give them enough time to get clear of the area, before he enacted his desperate plan.
He was going to blow the ammo dump, to take the clan's woman out, sacrificing his hunchback in the process. "God, I hope this ejector seat works..." He signed to himself as he ducked behind the building, out of sight, for the moment.
He was going to blow the ammo dump, to take the clan's woman out, sacrificing his hunchback in the process. "God, I hope this ejector seat works..." He signed to himself as he ducked behind the building, out of sight, for the moment.
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Samantha followed the mech into the ammo dump. She thought she had him cornered there is no way he can escape she thought. A couple more servants wouldn't be a bad thing now would it. Thats when she rounded the corner and there was a Giant explosion she saw him eject. She heard a warning from her mech Systems critical Systems Critical. "DAMN IT THE LOWBORN GOT ME!"
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Spectre's ejector seat worked, being pushed further into the air by the massive explosion that consumed the terrain below. The clanswoman had ejected as well, he spotted her tumbling through the air, strapped to her seat as his own wheeled about. "Happy landings!" He yelled out, laughing like a mad man, knowing there was no way she could hear him, not up here.
"Up here..." He thought as he looked down, the ground was still shrinking below him, before seeming to come to a stand still for a moment as he reached the pinacle of his seats arc. He began to plumet, his stomach lurching as he did. "I hate this part!" He shouted as he began to spin in the air. Engage, engage, engage!" He yelled frantically as he tugged at the seats chute release. The wind whistled past his ears as he continued to fall.
The seat lurched as the chute came folding free, stilting his fall, moments before he reached terminal velocity. "Whew!" He thought as he waited for the seat to drift to a landing.
Taking out a vibrodagger, he cut himself free from his seat and scanned the area for the clanner woman, and Jackal. Retrieving the survival kit he kept in the back of his seat, Spectre sent up a flare for Jackal to follow, then raced toward the area he saw the clanners seat was about to land.
"Up here..." He thought as he looked down, the ground was still shrinking below him, before seeming to come to a stand still for a moment as he reached the pinacle of his seats arc. He began to plumet, his stomach lurching as he did. "I hate this part!" He shouted as he began to spin in the air. Engage, engage, engage!" He yelled frantically as he tugged at the seats chute release. The wind whistled past his ears as he continued to fall.
The seat lurched as the chute came folding free, stilting his fall, moments before he reached terminal velocity. "Whew!" He thought as he waited for the seat to drift to a landing.
Taking out a vibrodagger, he cut himself free from his seat and scanned the area for the clanner woman, and Jackal. Retrieving the survival kit he kept in the back of his seat, Spectre sent up a flare for Jackal to follow, then raced toward the area he saw the clanners seat was about to land.
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Samantha was knocked unconcious by the explosion. When she started to come too above her stood a man. The man was probably the one that downed her and now she was indebted as a servant to him. "Damn it!" she muttered under her breathe. "How could i lose to Lowborn scum like you." she said as she rubbed her head which took a hard hit in the explosion there was blood still rushing out.
After a few more seconds the girl passed out.
After a few more seconds the girl passed out.
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A Rough Landing
The landing was going to be a rough one. With a damaged gyroscope and several stabilization systems still rebooting, he knew he’d be lucky if he could keep his footing when he struck the ground. Dropping nearly 100 meters, the 55-ton mech slammed into the ground with tremendous force. Several warning lights immediately lit signaling failures in a knee and ankle joint. He was slammed forward against the wide belts that held him into the seat as the Griffin pitched forward, the ground looming wide in the cockpit glass.
Instinctively, he crossed his arms in front of his face, trying to protect his head from flying debris as the mech toppled forward and crashed unceremoniously into the low grasses. The large glass shield of the cockpit shattered, showering glass and severed fiber optic cables for several meters in all directions.
Hanging from the belts, he began to look around, taking stock of what was left and if he was about to meet his maker. The warning lights were still flashing, but mercifully the wires to the warning speakers had been severed leaving a quiet calm residing in the cockpit. He gripped the controls and managed to get the mech standing unsteadily. One knee was shattered beyond repair and the foot of the same leg had crushed under the impact, leaving only a tangled sparking mass of metal attached to the end of the leg. He gazed out into the warm day, seeing the black fireball of the ammunition dump ahead of him.
“Christ, kid,” he muttered to himself, his comm system having been torn from his head during the crash. “There goes our paycheck.”
He began to move the crippled mech towards the inferno, hoping that at least the young Wyn had survived. More dragging the leg than actually walking, covering the half-kilometer to the where the bright red signal flare had been fired took several minutes. He found Wyn, slightly singed and lightly battered, kneeling over the unconscious body of the clan pilot.
“Jesus kid!” he yelled out through the shattered windscreen. “I figured you’d just lure her in there and pop her in the back or something. Didn’t expect you to set the whole place up!”
He smiled. The kid was reckless, but he had managed to snag a clan pilot, not an easy feat. Too bad it had cost them a Raven, Hunchback and most of a Griffin to do it. A smile began to wander across his face. Maybe it was time to let the kid on that little backwater world where he had the elder Wyn had stashed those extra mechs.
His old standby, an aging but still serviceable Warhammer dubbed “Inferno” was just sitting out there, waiting for him to come and retrieve.
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And I'm off for the weekend. See you all again on Monday.
The landing was going to be a rough one. With a damaged gyroscope and several stabilization systems still rebooting, he knew he’d be lucky if he could keep his footing when he struck the ground. Dropping nearly 100 meters, the 55-ton mech slammed into the ground with tremendous force. Several warning lights immediately lit signaling failures in a knee and ankle joint. He was slammed forward against the wide belts that held him into the seat as the Griffin pitched forward, the ground looming wide in the cockpit glass.
Instinctively, he crossed his arms in front of his face, trying to protect his head from flying debris as the mech toppled forward and crashed unceremoniously into the low grasses. The large glass shield of the cockpit shattered, showering glass and severed fiber optic cables for several meters in all directions.
Hanging from the belts, he began to look around, taking stock of what was left and if he was about to meet his maker. The warning lights were still flashing, but mercifully the wires to the warning speakers had been severed leaving a quiet calm residing in the cockpit. He gripped the controls and managed to get the mech standing unsteadily. One knee was shattered beyond repair and the foot of the same leg had crushed under the impact, leaving only a tangled sparking mass of metal attached to the end of the leg. He gazed out into the warm day, seeing the black fireball of the ammunition dump ahead of him.
“Christ, kid,” he muttered to himself, his comm system having been torn from his head during the crash. “There goes our paycheck.”
He began to move the crippled mech towards the inferno, hoping that at least the young Wyn had survived. More dragging the leg than actually walking, covering the half-kilometer to the where the bright red signal flare had been fired took several minutes. He found Wyn, slightly singed and lightly battered, kneeling over the unconscious body of the clan pilot.
“Jesus kid!” he yelled out through the shattered windscreen. “I figured you’d just lure her in there and pop her in the back or something. Didn’t expect you to set the whole place up!”
He smiled. The kid was reckless, but he had managed to snag a clan pilot, not an easy feat. Too bad it had cost them a Raven, Hunchback and most of a Griffin to do it. A smile began to wander across his face. Maybe it was time to let the kid on that little backwater world where he had the elder Wyn had stashed those extra mechs.
His old standby, an aging but still serviceable Warhammer dubbed “Inferno” was just sitting out there, waiting for him to come and retrieve.
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And I'm off for the weekend. See you all again on Monday.
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"Funny thing about scum, it always finds its way to the top..." Jacen said sarcastically to the woman's verbal jab before she fell unconcious again. Her head wound looked nasty, but he knew he could stop the bleeding and keep her alive.
"Jackal! Good to see you made it! ...In mostly one piece! Yeah, I would have tried something like that, but I lost the big gun in the fire fight, and I knew I wasn't going to take her with just my lasers..." Jacen looked back toward the smoldering crater he had left behind. "Don't think we're going to see any Steiner contracts for a long time..."
"Lets get a salvage team out here before our employers decide to claim the scrap as recompence for the loss of their dump..." Jacen said with a wry grin.
A few hours later Jacen and Chris were making their way off planet with the clanner prisoner, Ensigns remains and the few meager weapon systems they had managed to save. Jacen commanded that they make a jump to Allen Freetruck's home planet, to return his body to his family, and give his condolences.
He asked Christopher to meet him down in the brigg, to play a little good cop, bad cop with the clanner woman, and see if they could get any information out of her.
OOC: I must say, Dan, I am impressed, you are really good. Thank you for joining this thread!
"Jackal! Good to see you made it! ...In mostly one piece! Yeah, I would have tried something like that, but I lost the big gun in the fire fight, and I knew I wasn't going to take her with just my lasers..." Jacen looked back toward the smoldering crater he had left behind. "Don't think we're going to see any Steiner contracts for a long time..."
"Lets get a salvage team out here before our employers decide to claim the scrap as recompence for the loss of their dump..." Jacen said with a wry grin.
A few hours later Jacen and Chris were making their way off planet with the clanner prisoner, Ensigns remains and the few meager weapon systems they had managed to save. Jacen commanded that they make a jump to Allen Freetruck's home planet, to return his body to his family, and give his condolences.
He asked Christopher to meet him down in the brigg, to play a little good cop, bad cop with the clanner woman, and see if they could get any information out of her.
OOC: I must say, Dan, I am impressed, you are really good. Thank you for joining this thread!
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She wakes up rubbing her head looking around a room when she realizes she doesn't know where she is. She vaguely remembers the battle but doesn't remember what happened. "Where am I. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED." She looked around realizing she didn't recognize her 2 captors.
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