Blood on the Horizon (Battletech SI)

Sharpshooter Industries and Manufacturing INC

MarkWarrior

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Sharpshooter Industries and Manufacturing Inc
SLIC Captain Williams investments
Taurian Concordat Industry
--PPC Factory partially owned by TTI and the Calderon Family
--LRM/SRM factory partially owned by TTI and the Calderon Family
--Light Battlemech factory partially owned by TTI and the Calderon Family
--Mithril factory
— Rampage line
Kentares IV industry
--two Mithril factories
--Dropship repair and refit facility
--Industrial Mech Factory
--Toro Factory
--Two Grasshopper Factories
--Two Von Luckner Factories
--Brutus factory
--Freezer factory
--Large Endo-Steel facility in orbit
—Rampage line
—Ymir line
-- Grand Dragon Factory
—Shipyard
— Ironsides factory
— Centurion (Aerospace) Factory
— Von Rohrs Factory
— Gladiator Factory
Layover Industry
--one Vengeance line up and running with more being reactivated
--three Sting lines up and running
--Union and R&D lines
—Mule line
Markesan Industry
--Highlander factory
-- Small Endo-Steel Factory
-- Gladiator Factory
—Jumpship Yard
Argyle Industry
-- Crockett Factory
-- Lancelot Factory
-- Schrek Factory
New Avalon Industry
--Crab Factory
--Champion Factory

Partial ownership of Factories on Loxley/Solaris
Lutyen Industry
— Endo-Steel factory
— ER L Laser Factory
— Freezer Factory
— Gauss Rifle Factory
— Warship Repair Yard
— Mothballed SLIC fleet
New Rhodes industry
—Shipyard
—YMIR factory
Robinson Industry
— Swordsman Factory
-- Charger Factory
Alarion Jumpship Yards

White Dwarf sub-company
Slate production on many periphery worlds and the Outback of the Federated Suns

Author’s Note: This is currently the most up to date list of Sharpshooter’s assets.
 

Blasterbot

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Yep! These designs are what Sharpshooter is manufacturing and selling for the most part. There’s some other designs they’re building and selling too, and I’ll have to go grab those. The Warhammer is designed to be a replacement for Hull’s WHM-6Rk that had been refit with Clantech. The extra armor was called for after the sheer amount of assault Mechs he kept encountering.
The Swordsman is a smaller Shadow Hawk, that’s the goal at least.
The Von Rohrs is actually intended to be a better thud, and the Gladiator was me probably having a touch too much fun.
I missed that the swordsman had endo and DHS. looking at that it could be cheaper or it should swap the AC for an ER Large and some extras.

the Gladiator is fine for what it is but picking up an ER PPC or swapping the SRMs for some LRMs and converting the PPC to an ER version. would be a bit more optimal I think. that said ER PPCs are high demand items so avoiding them is acceptable. it would definitely like one though.

Hull's personal mech is a bit much but as a unique mech is fine. at this point he is a very high value target and is worth investing that much into. just not a viable mech for mass production right now.
 

MarkWarrior

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I missed that the swordsman had endo and DHS. looking at that it could be cheaper or it should swap the AC for an ER Large and some extras.

the Gladiator is fine for what it is but picking up an ER PPC or swapping the SRMs for some LRMs and converting the PPC to an ER version. would be a bit more optimal I think. that said ER PPCs are high demand items so avoiding them is acceptable. it would definitely like one though.

Hull's personal mech is a bit much but as a unique mech is fine. at this point he is a very high value target and is worth investing that much into. just not a viable mech for mass production right now.
Hull’s personal Mech isn’t going to be mass produced. Even if it is cheaper to manufacture something in house versus purchasing it. There are some other variants I’ll be pushing out with more chapters in a bit.
 
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Nine: Proving Ground

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Nine: Proving Ground
Al Na’ir, October 3rd, 3032

“Just remember that we’re here to support the 5th Avalon Hussars people.” Major Sandoval said to her Battalion. “So watch your sectors, follow orders and let’s go home alive and in one piece.”

“Yes Ma’am,” David Hull-Kerensky replied as he moved with the rest of his fireteam to their nav point.

“We’ve got three lances of fast movers incoming!” Corporal Scooter reported as they lit up on his Sensors and triggered his IFF.

“Looks like mixed Jenners, a couple of Dragons and some Hovercraft.” David said, “Make sure that you focus your fire on the Saladins, those AC/20s are lethal if they manage to pair up and hit you with them.”

“Copy that,” Scooter replied as he fired the ER Large Lasers that his Royal Crab had equipped at one of the Dragons, melting the armor off at extreme ranges.

“Begin pulling back to the rest of the battalion.” David ordered, “We’ll need the extra firepower to handle a full mixed company.”

“Pulling back now.” Scooter replied as he continued firing his ER Large Lasers at the Dragon that was leading the pack.”

David triggered his own ER Large Lasers as the enemy company came into range, backed up by the Von Luckner’s Gauss rifle and the Brutus LRMs, completely killing two Jenners and causing a Hovercraft to spin out of control.

The pair of Dragon ‘Mechs opened fire as soon as they entered range, the LRMs and AC/5s scattering across the fireteam as they continued to fall back in good order.

“The Hovercraft are closing in!” The Toro pilot said as he moved backwards as fast as his Mech could handle. “Looks like two Saladins, they’ll be in range in around 30 seconds, watch out for their flybys, they’ll try to boom and zoom.”

“A pair of AC/20s will rip your mech apart,” David told the Toro pilot, “Let one of the heavier units take the brunt of the attack.”

“Aye sir, pulling back behind you.” The Toro pilot replied as David stepped forward instead of pulling back, once the first of the Saladin duo entered his range, he opened fire, making sure to use cluster ammunition in his LB 10-X in order to shred the armor on the front of the fast moving hovercraft. David had nearly dropped the machine but between the two of them he only managed to strip the armor off of them before they opened fire in sync at his Crockett. Rocking back, he turned to open fire, but the hovercraft had already exited his range, and he couldn’t expose his rear to the Dragons, Jenners, and the remaining hovercraft without being shredded by enemy fire.

“Jackson,” David commed the Toro pilot. “I’m putting you on making sure that the Saladins are finished off, you’ve got the range, and they should be low enough on armor that your Large Pulse Laser should be able to finish them off.”

“Copy that sir, thanks for taking that fire for me.” Jackson replied. “I’ll keep an eye on the fast moving Demolishers.”

“You’re a good woman.” David told the Toro pilot before tuning into the command channel. “This is David Kerensky, I need air support on my location, we’ve got a mixed company bearing on our location.”

“I’m moving our Stings to assist.” Major Sandoval responded, “ETA is two Mikes.”

“Copy that Major.” David responded, “We’ll hold them off until the CAS gets here.”

“Take out the Dragons.” David ordered the Brutus and Von Luckner crews. “Coordinate fire with Scooter and end them before they get close.”

“Yes sir,” The two combat vehicles continued to roll backwards while launching LRMs and getting ready to fire their main weapons. “Consider the heavies gone.” The Von Luckner fired a brace of LRMs several seconds before they fired their Gauss Rifle at the closest Dragon, timing it so that the flurry of missiles and the Gauss Round struck at the same time, sending the heavy mech careening into the ground as it lost its balance temporarily. Meanwhile, the Brutus linked its computers up with Scooters Crab and fired its own set of LRMs before also using its twin clantech Large Pulse lasers to destroy armor at ranges that were typically reserved for PPCs, this caused the Dragon pilot to flinch back into the lasers Scooters Crab, where a lucky headshot ended the unlucky samurai’s life.

“Scratch one.” Scooter reported as they heard the sound of massive fusion engines gracing the battlefield. “The CAS has arrived!”

“I didn’t know you made housecalls, Foehammer!” Scooter said to the lead Sting crew.

“You know our motto, we deliver!” the pilot responded with a wide grin and laughter in her voice as the gunship made quick work of the hovercraft and remaining ‘mechs.”But you’ll have to handle the cleanup.”

“We can take it from here.” David replied as he moved his Crockett forward. “We lost track of a couple of Saladins, we need to make sure that they don’t hit us from behind while we hold this area down.”

“Lieutenant Kerensky, I’m diverting two companies of Infantry to your position, Captain Kent will be acting CO of your area.” Major Sandoval’s voice broke in over the command circuit.

“Copy that ma’am.” David replied, “We’ll hold down the fort until they arrive.”




Al Na’ir, October 5th, 3032

“Duke Hull,” Leftnant General Baker the CO of the rebuilt 5th Avalon Hussars greeted me. “I’m damn glad to see some assistance here.”

“Happy to help, General.” I replied. “Where do you need us?”

“I need your fast units to help pin down the hovercraft, the 15th Dieron don’t engage until the militia units and the 8th Dieron Regulars have whittled our armor down, and then they’re only doing pinpricks, a ‘mech here, a combat vehicle there, but we’re slowly bleeding to death here.”

“And you’re mainly an Assault Regiment right?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, “I heard you got assigned a battalion of combat vehicles though.”

“The Dropship containing most of our Combat vehicles was brought down by enemy ASFs on entry, and we tied in taking out ASF assets, there’s not much left but conventional fighters on Al Na’ir, but they did enough damage on our way down that there’s not way we’re lifting off of this rock without your help.”

“Damn, they’ve really been tearing into you.” I said as I reviewed the reports that he showed me.

“Yes sir, that’s why I’m glad that you’re here, I’m no fool, I know your track record and I need the kind of miracles that you and your people produce on the battlefield here.”

“No promises,” I looked up with a grin, “We used up most of our miracles on Luthien and New Samarkand.” I then lost my smile as I looked over the holographic table of the battlefield. “I do have a lot of Artillery with me though, both conventional and Arrow IV systems, along with enough ammunition to make it rain for days on them.”

“If you can pin down the fast movers then we’ll be able to do something about the two battlemech regiments, but until then my unit is going to be stuck on the defensive.” The General shrugged, “We just don’t have the faster units to pin down the hovercraft.”

“We’ll handle the hovercraft, but I want you to start getting set up to drop the hammer on the 15th Dieron Regulars once we take the hovercraft out.” I said as I looked over the map. “Give me two days to get a better picture of the local topography and I’ll have a trap set up after that.”




“Natasha, we’re probably going to have to use us as bait in order to get them to push like we want.” I said as I looked at the data we had on the forces we brought with us and the data collected on the enemies on the planet. “They’re going to be ticked off and rearing to avenge their Coordinator, we can use that against them for now.”

“And we bring the best fights to ourselves.” Natasha joked with a hint of seriousness in her voice. “I love this plan!” She then pointed at the map. “You need to make sure we pick the right location for this, if we get overwhelmed then it will be hard to pull back from some areas.”

“We’ve got the mapping data, now to just pick the right place.” I agreed. “Location is indeed everything after all.”

“This Canyon may work,” Natasha said. “Yvonne, Mathis, come check and make sure that we are not making a mistake here.”

“The Canyon is an interesting choice.” Mathis said as he surveyed the maps. “I’d be careful of this area though, if it looks like a perfect area to lay a trap then they may have already done so.”

“Indeed.” Yvonne replied. “I would actually recommend this area.” She pointed out an area that Natasha and I had discarded as being too open previously. “I believe that this area will work better, you can hide several units in the river and as long as they are powered off then you can time the enemy approach properly, by simulating fleeing across the river we can trap them between two sets of forces and destroy the majority of the enemy hovercraft.”

“I like that plan,” I said, turning to Natasha. “Let’s start the implementation process.”

“We are the anvil.” Natasha agreed, “But who will be the hammer?”

“I figure a mix of the 3rd Kentares Guards and the 5th Avalon Hussars, the Hussars need the win, and the 3rd Kentares need to be blooded.”

“I hate to say it boss,” Mathis chimed in. “But it’ll almost have to be Mithril infantry and ‘Mechs doing the ambushing and locking down, none of our combat vehicles are rated for the water like that, but our ‘mechs and powered armor are.”

“We’ll pitch the idea to Baker and Frost in the morning.” I said as I yawned. “We should get some rack time though, I don’t trust that these guys aren’t being sneaky, the generals here aren’t fighting like traditional Dracs, and that seriously worries me.”

“Agreed.” Everyone around me said at once.

“We’ll have our patrols on high alert.” Mathis said, “And we’ve got several units assisting in the 3rd Kentares with guard duty due to the importance of the succession after all.”

“Good to hear.” I nodded at Mathis. “I’m going to hit the sack and get that briefing ready eary tomorrow morning.”

“Get some rest, boss,” Mathis replied. “We’ve got you covered.”
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty: An Ambushed Ambush

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty: An Ambushed Ambush
Al Na’ir, October 8th, 3032

“Well, that’s a touch unsettling.” David said to himself as he looked at the water resting on the top of his Crockett. “I hope that this actually works…” He looked at his laser comms array, hoping that he wouldn’t have to wait underneath the water for much longer. “Woah,” David gasped as the water shifted over him as two lances of hovercraft moved over the river. “Now I just wait for the command and then we’re in business.”

David looked out at the murky water as he started getting ready to power his ‘mech back up and took a deep breath to steady his nerves. “Just remember to let the Mithril get clear before you open fire.” he reminded himself. “There’s a lot of targets out there after all.”

“Alright Necromancers, time to wake the dead!” Major Sandoval’s voice was relayed through the laser comms arrays set up. “Power up and give em hell!”

Going through a quick systems check David then powered up his Crockett and once his Gyro had synced rose from the crouch that his Assault ‘mech had been doing in order to hide properly. “You clear Captain Kent?”

“We’re attached to the handholds, you’re clear to engage.” The infantry company CO responded. “Just remember that there’s a couple of us on here now.”

“I’ll let you know before I do any crazy stunts.” David chuckled in response. “Your MPPCs ready to roll?”

“We’re solid,” Kent replied with a grin on his face underneath his Mithril. “Just keep it steady so that we can aim properly.”

“Stow the chatter!” Major Sandoval ordered from her upteched Grasshopper. “We’ve got work to do.”

“Aye ma’am.” David replied. “Engaging targets now!” He fired his autocannon and lasers at what his computer told him were a pair of Saladins bringing them down and causing him to smile broadly as the fireteam of powered armor attached to handholds on his armor disabled another hovercraft with their MPPCs as they entered range. Then, the hovercraft turned around. “Major! We have trouble, none of the hovercraft are the right designations, there’s not even weapons mounted on them!”


“Fuck!” Sandoval replied before swinging around and looking around for where the enemy would be coming from. “Duke Hull, they somehow knew that we were planning an ambush!”

“I hear you, Major.” David’s father’s voice came back over the comms systems. “I’ve got Mathis in my ear telling me that they’re assaulting our LZ as well.”

“Sir, do we have the VTOLs for a recon pass?” Sandoval asked, her voice seemingly a touch calmer now. “I’m sure we’re about to be hit by some of the enemy forces.”


“I’m afraid that we’re already showing enemies on our scopes.” Hull replied. “We’ve got the better part of the 15th Dieron Regulars with back up from a mixed battalion of hovercraft and the 8th Dieron Regulars moving to engage us.”

“Damn.” David muttered to himself. “And here we are with a little over a battalion of mainly ‘mechs and infantry.”

“Any chance of air support?” Sandoval asked, her Grasshopper spreading its hands out like she was asking the question in person.

“Neg,” Yvonne Hazen cut in. “All of our Stings are tasked with keeping the hovercraft away from our dropships at the moment, and we are limited to three volleys of artillery before they have to move.”

“Then I guess it’s time to give them hell!” Sandoval said as she turned her Grasshopper around to face the area that the Draconis Combine forces were going to be emerging from.

“I’ve got your back, Major.” David said as he stepped up along with a Highlander to cover Sandoval’s flanks. “It’s going to be a bit dicey out here.”

“Copy that,” Katheryn Sandoval responded. “We’re going to have to coordinate our fire and make sure that we drop each unit before we move on. Captain Kent, I’m going to need you dug into the riverbank and aiming at the cockpits of the enemy ‘mechs in order to disorient and distract them.”

“Aye ma’am.” Captain Kent replied as he and his company used their jump jets to float down to the riverbank. “Digging in now.”

“ETA on enemy being in range is five mikes.” The lone VTOL that they had in the air reported. “Get ready for them, because they're on their way.”

David simply relaxed his shoulders and breathed deeply for a few moments, easing himself into the mindset that he needed to be in for the engagement up ahead. Then, opening his eyes he used his communications systems to open a private channel directly to his parents.

“Mom, Dad, there’s a leak or a traitor somewhere.” He told his parents the thought that had flashed through his head.

“We’re aware of that son.” David’s father chuckled a bit. “Good job on catching it though, it’ll help you out later in life, now pay attention, this could end up really badly for us if we do the wrong thing or if our estimates are off.”

“Aye sir!” David replied, knowing that even though Mark Hull was his father, right now he was also the ranking officer on the field. “Shutting down comms now.” He reached forward and toggled the private channel off.

“Nothing to be nervous about Dave.” He told himself. “You weren’t nervous when we dealt with that company before, so settle down.” He glared at his stomach area that roiled and rumbled a bit.

“Christ almighty, where did they come up with the sheer amount of assault mechs?” Sandoval breathed into her comms systems. “Heads up people, we’ve got two full battalions of Assault ‘mechs bearing in on our position, and they’re being backed up by a lot of Dragons, make sure that you keep your rear torso clear, because if we get stuck we are dead.”

“Make sure the sight lines are clear, the last thing we want is to shoot our friends in the back.” Duke Hull said clearly. “The Ducal Guard will be the first line, and we’ll rotate as necessary.” The Duke’s shiny new Warhammer moved forward in formation with his wife Natasha and the six women known as her Marauders. “The LZ is being attacked by a large amount of hovercraft and the 8th Dieron Regulars, we have to hold out until the Stings are clear to come and give us some CAS.”

“Yes sir!” Sandoval replied as she moved to the second line behind the two battalions of the Ducal Guard.

David just watched as his mother’s Nightstar triggered its twin Gauss rifles at extreme range, nailing one of the approaching Battlemasters and causing it to slow down in order to evade, this was followed by the rest of the Ducal Guard units using the weapons they had that outranged the enemy’s, making sure to peel armor off before it turned into a knife fight. Just as the battle lines began to converge, David watched in awe as his mother flat out destroyed two assault ‘mechs in rapid succession, followed by her Marauders as they tore into the Combine’s battle lines.

His dad on the other hand, was a fast moving machine of death, his Warhammer blazed with heat on the scanners, but the Duke just used the extra heat to move faster, using his jump jets to hop around and avoid fire while using his lasers and SRMs to carve away massive chunks of enemy armor, not killing any one particular enemy machines, but instead leaving them open for other units to take advantage of.

“We’re pulling back.” David’s father said over the command circuit. “Rotate out on my mark.” The Ducal Guard began to fight their way back through the enemy regiment, leaving broken machines and men behind them along with a full fireteam of their own. “Mark.”
No sooner had the command left Duke Hull’s lips then the ‘machines of the 3rd Kentares Guard surged forward, the infantry that were dug in remaining where they were to catch any stragglers.

“I’ve got the Atlas.” David called out as he fired his lasers and autocannon at the same time, enjoying the fact that his machine ran ice cold due to the freezers. The Atlas responded with SRM fire that splashed across David’s armor, causing his chest to itch for a moment as he retaliated with his own lasers and SRMs. Triggering his jump jets, David artfully avoided the AC/20 round that was headed for him and began to carve away the side armor of the heavier enemy machine.

“Watch out Kerensky!” Sandoval yelled as David ducked underneath a sudden hail of missiles. “We can’t get bogged down, they’ve got a lance of Longbows on the ridge.”

“Yes Ma’am.” David responded as he reigned in his touch of bloodlust, using his jump jets to avoid yet another AC/20 shot in order to get back to the trio that he was a part of.

“Something is off about the Banshee’s over there.” The Highlander pilot said, firing his LRMs and Gauss rifle at the Longbow’s in order to make them back off a touch.

“You’re right, their movement profile is wrong.” Sandoval said as she used her mainly energy armament in order to make a Dragon try to take on somewhere else. “They’re not moving as fast as they should be.”

“Pull back to the river.” Yvonne Hazen commanded from her Atlas. “We need to regroup.”

Almost as if it were agreed upon beforehand, the two formations split apart, the broken ‘mechs littering the ground of the valley that they were fighting in.

“We can’t afford to take many more losses like that.” David muttered to himself as he looked over the losses. “They’ve got more numbers and heavier machines than we do.” He looked around. “How many of our pilots are going to make it out ma’am?” He asked Major Sandoval.

“Most of our ‘mech pilots will be fine.” Sandoval replied. “Even the ones that don’t punch out are safer than the rest of the units in the inner sphere, but this is a disaster.”

“What do you mean ma’am?”

“The Kentares Guard and the Marksman aren’t trained for straight ‘mech on ‘mech warfare, the Ducal Guard is more trained in it, but we focused so much on combined arms that we don’t train in ‘mech on ‘mech warfare without conventional support as much.”

“And now we’re stuck in a slugfest with a bunch of big stompy robots.” David’s father broke in on the channel. “We’re going to have our infantry TAG the Longbows, if we can take out their fire support then it’ll help us level the playing field, we’re outnumbered two to one here, and outmassed by a significant portion.”

“No fancy tricks this time?” Sandoval asked, hoping that Dule Hull had a trick to pull out of his hat or sleeve.

“Most of said fancy tricks were done because I had time and space to prepare.” Duke Hull replied, firing his PPCs at an enemy mech across the river. “This time, we were the ones ambushed and we’ve got three choices before us.”

“And those are?” Sandoval asked, not seeing them.

“One, we stay here and fight, hopefully cause enough damage that the 15th Dieron Regulars pull back and let us have the field.” Hull almost casually jumped out of the way of a gauss rifle round. “Two, we break through and make a push for the LZ, and hope they don’t steal all of the salvage here before we get back.”

“And the third option sir?”

“We hold out until our close air support gets here and pray that they don’t get bogged down.” the Duke replied. “All of the options are bad, but we’ve got to pick one.”

“And I pick option Four.” Natasha said as her Nightstar stepped back in the front of the friendly formation. “We attack them, and clear them from the field, they have chosen death, so let us give it to them.” She killed a Dragon with a careful headshot from her ERPPC. “Does anyone care to challenge me to single combat?” She broadcast on an open channel. “Your coordinator was weak in combat, let us see if you can do any better.”

“Or, we can go with option four.” Duke Hull said as he followed his wife’s assault ‘mech. “Cause chaos and make them angry enough at the two of us that it allows the rest of y’all to pick them off.” The married couple then proceeded to move at a moderate pace towards the enemy, seemingly unflinching in the danger in front of them.

“They are so cool.” David said to himself. “One day, I’m going to be just like them.”

“I hope not.” Sandoval tapped his Crockett on the shoulder, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Those two are absolutely Crazy. They’re the good kind of crazy, but there’s this little thing I like to call reality, and while they seem to be ignoring it for now, it’ll catch up to them eventually.”

“But they’re heroes, Major.” The Highlander pilot chimed in.

“Big Damn heroes always die.” Sandoval stated matter of factly as she took a large laser to the chest, melting a large swath of armor off of her Grasshopper. “Maybe they make it to old age, but when they die it’s never pretty.”

“We’ll just have to see about that.” David replied as he once again faced the Atlas that he had tangoed with earlier. “We’ll just have to see.”
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One: Green as Grass

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One: Green as Grass

His ears rang, he didn’t quite know where he was, and why were people shouting at him? He just needed to take a break… Yeah, a nap sounded really nice right about now. The young man stumbled out of the wreckage, being halfway pulled and carried along into a natural fork in the river.

The infantry continued to drag the mech pilot to the destroyed hovercraft they were using for cover. And once the young man was set down they set back out to go rescue more of their wounded.

“You gotta shake it off LT!” One of the medics ran a quick vitals check on the ‘mech pilot before removing his helmet in order to inject a stimulant. “He’ll be back on his feet in about two minutes, but he’s going to have a hell of a hangover.”

“Anyone catch the Atlas that ran me over?” David asked, sitting up and turning to survey the field where the battle was still raging.

“Yes sir, you and that Atlas decided that getting one of those super Banshee’s involved was a good idea, the big pileup over there.” An infantryman pointed to a cluster of Assault ‘mechs stacked on top of eachother. “Your ejection seat failed, and we had to drag you out, we’re pretty sure that you’re going to end up with a concussion, but a proper diagnosis will have to wait until we’re back to the proper facilities.”

“Are we winning?” David asked as he put his helmet back on. “I can’t tell.” He tried to use the zoom feature on his powered armor but found that it was broken.

“We can’t tell.” a medic responded as she dragged another ‘mech pilot back into cover. “It’s not like we’ve been busy or anything LT.”

“Where can I help?” David finally asked after deciding that he couldn’t help on the fighting end currently. “I’ve got basic medtech training, but no more than that.”

“Can you help us move people around?” A medic yelled as he ran past. “Or help drag more cover into place? We’re only safe right now because of the distraction that Hull and Kerensky are out there causing.”

“LT!” Captain Kent shouted as he entered the makeshift hospital area. “Your comms down?”

“Yessir,” I’m down to my external speakers only.” David replied. “Took a nasty blow to the head when I went down.”

“Well, you’re with me,” Kent said. “Major Sandoval ejected about thirty minutes ago, and we need to get her back into our perimeter.”

“Aye sir. Anyone got a bigger weapon than this?” David gestured to the sidearm at his side. “I had a carbine in my ‘mech… But I don’t think I’ll be getting to it anytime soon.”

“Here,” A medic tossed her rifle at him. “Bring it back in one piece, that old girl has been with me longer than you’ve been alive.”

“Got it Sarge.” David replied. “I’m ready and set to move when you are Cap.” He nodded at the infantry commander.

“Move out.” Kent ordered the platoon that was going out. “Remember, we’re rescuing the Drac pilots too, don’t kill them unless they try something stupid.”

“Sir, I believe the term is Terminally Brave.” A noncom spoke up with a chuckle. “And the Combine doesn’t have a lack of them.”

“Got that right Sarge.” Kent chuckled as he navigated the platoon around the shattered battlemechs littered across the valley. “But this group has been behaving differently, so we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Shit!” Kent stepped back into cover as someone took shots at them. “Friendly!” He called out, “Check your IFF!”

“Identify yourselves!” A fiery female voice responded.

“This is Captain Kent, Major. We’re here to pull you out.” Kent responded as he eased himself out of cover to verify her identity.

“Thanks for the rescue, my Grasshopper is trashed.” She said as she joined the platoon. “Kerensky, it’s good to see you in one piece.” She patted the LT on the shoulder. “You were down for a good while, and I was worried that you wouldn’t make it.”

“I’m alive ma’am.” David responded as the platoon began to move back to the field hospital. “But I’m not sure about the other guys.” he gestured vaguely in the direction of the assault ‘mech pile.

“How was the fight going before you punched out ma’am?” Kent cut in. “I don’t have the gear that your Grasshopper did for keeping a big picture of the battlefield.”

“We’re going to lose shortly if we don’t get some support of some kind.” Sandoval said as the platoon took cover in between a fallen Timber Wolf’s legs. “Duke Hull used our arty to level the playing field somewhat, but they only got one volley off before the enemy was trying to counter barrage.”

‘Fuck.” Kent shook his head as he knelt there. “We needed that artillery.”
“Well, it wasn’t all bad news.” Sandoval smiled. “The 8th Dieron Regulars stopped attacking the LZ and our CAS should en route as soon as they’re done mopping up the hovercraft over there.”


“Damn!” A private muttered into his open comms as the platoon came to a stop. “Get a load of that action.” The platoon watched as Duke Hull and Natasha Kerensky coordinated fire and alternated targets in order to destroy a full lance in a matter of minutes.

“They’re not going to be able to keep it up for much longer.” Sandoval pointed out as Kent ordered the Platoon to keep moving. “I’m pretty sure that Hull’s Warhammer is held together with more prayers than anything else, and Kerensky’s Nightstar is beginning to look like swiss cheese.”

“Keep it moving.” Kent ordered, “we’re nearly at the field hospital.” The platoon began to move at a much faster pace, barely sliding to a stop in front of the wrecked hovercraft that were being used as cover.

“Anyone got working long range comms?” Sandoval asked as she entered the area and immediately took charge.

“I’ve got them ma’am.” A ‘mech pilot with a broken foot raised his hand. “I snagged the extra gear that I keep in my Highlander before I bailed out.”

“Good man.” Sandoval clapped the pilot on the shoulder. “I’ll be borrowing these.” She synced up the device with her own suit of Mithril, and then patched it into her external speakers so that everyone could here what was being said.

“This is Duke Hull,” they heard. “Where the fuck is our gorramed close air support?! They’re about to wipe us off the map.”

There was nothing, no response for what felt like an eternity before a voice responded.

“This is Echo 419, we apologize for the late delivery, we had to deal with some hitchhikers.” A trio of Sting dropships cast shadows on the valley to the cheers of the 3rd Kentares Guard and the Ducal Guards. “And trust me, they brought jetpacks.”

“We’re just happy to have you here, Foehammer!” Captain Kent replied.

“They are pulling back.” Yvonne Hazen said over the command circuit, her Atlas II limping along at a much slower pace than it typically had. “Hold your positions.” Immediately the Ducal Guard members that had been about to give chase stopped in their tracks.

“Duke Hull,” Sandoval used the long range gear. “We’re going to need salvage and recovery teams here ASAP.”

“Already have Mathis working on it, Major.” Hull replied. “You just make sure that the woundeda are stabilized for transport.”

“What do you mean by transport?” David asked before he looked up and saw a Sting landing in an open space next to the valley they had been fighting in.

“Load the wounded and recovered pilots onto Bravo 22 and get them back to the LZ.” Duke Hull ordered. “The rest of us will stick around in case the 15th decide to come back for seconds.”




Al Na’ir, October 9th, 3032

“Mark, I hate to wake you and Natasha, but this is urgent.” Mathis led them to a side room on the Messenger. “We figured out where our leak was, and you’re going to be pissed.”

“One of ours?” I asked tiredly, still exhausted from the battle yesterday.

“It gets worse, Both General Frost and his XO are in on it.” Mathis handed over the documentation. “Seems they’ve been feeding intel to the ISF since just before the ceasefire.”

“And we didn’t track this before?” I asked, struggling to process everything when I was still half asleep.

“They didn’t make any unusual purchases sir.” Mathis replied. “And I’m sure they picked him out because they thought he would never be a CO. A logistics officer can be just as effective a source of information.”

“Fair point.” I said. “We thrown the two of them into the brig yet?” I asked as I drew my sidearm and double checked the chamber. To make sure that it was loaded.

“Not yet sir, but we did give the evidence to the Field Marshal and to Major Sandoval.” Mathis replied.
“That’s good enough for me.” I said as I stalked into the briefing room.

“Robert Frost, I sentence you to death for treason.” I said as I drew my handgun. “Any last words you’d like to share with the class before I off you?”

“You killed our chance at lasting peace.” He sobbed quietly. “We were balanced, and the Draconis Combine wouldn’t have invaded.” He continued to blubber while the command staff just ignored him.

“You have zero options here Frost. I stated coldly and bluntly. “You’re going to die anyway, it’s just a different time frame."

I watched as the slightly older man reached for something hidden in his desk. My weapon was already raised with my finger on the trigger, and so I waited for Frost to make a move. When his hand moved above the top of the desk, showing a small laser pistol, I fired without hesitation, drilling the CO of the 3rd Kentares Guard with a bullet right between the eyes.

“Someone carry this body out of here.” I ordered. “And tell Sandoval that she’s in full command of the 3rd Kentares now, due to her previous COs being guilty of treason.”

“Copy that sir, I’ll relay the message.” Mathis responded

“Good Work Mathis, we’ve got our work cut out for us in this campaign…..”
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two: Moving Forward

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two: Moving Forward
Al Na’ir, October 15th, 3032

“Alright,” Colonel, previously Major Katheryn Sandoval said as she slapped the holotable in front of her. “We got pushed and hit hard by the 8th and 15th Dieron Regulars, and they’re going to be coming back for more.” She paused for a minute as she looked at the people in front of her. “Your job, is to go and hit them where it hurts.” She pointed at the location where the Scarborough Manufacturing plant was. “We need them unable to manufacture more of their hovercraft while we’re here on this rock, and y’all are being voluntold.” She glanced up before running through the actual mission.

“You're going to be boarding Maxims at dawn and taking the long route, we’ll be making probing runs throughout the day in order to throw them off their game. You’ll disembark short of their normal scouting runs, and make your way the last 50 klicks on foot.” She then gestured towards Kent in order for him to take over from there.

“Our satellite passed over the manufacturing center a little over twelve hours ago.” Kent said, “So we’ve got a decent view of the layout, but no certain ways of telling where the critical manufacturing areas are. That being said, we’re bringing a hell of a lot of combat engineers, and every second man will be bringing a spare det pack.” Kent shrugged, “I know that it’s not our normal MO, but we’re going to level the place if we have to.” He then shut down the holotable for a second and had the lights brought back up to full. “Make sure to get some rack time, and pray that your battle buddy doesn’t get carsick, you’re going to be in for a hell of a long ride.”

“You heard the man.” Sandoval said as the briefing ended. “I wish that I was coming with you, but I’m going to be here dealing with my new paperwork and making sure that the 5th Avalon Hussars don’t fuck us while we’re here bailing them out.”

The group of soldiers chuckled at that before they started to file out of the briefing room. “Kerensky, Kent, Stay behind a minute, I need to talk to the two of you.” Colonel Sandoval said before the two men managed to leave.”

There were some jeers and jokes thrown at David and Kent, but soon they had all filed out.

“You wanted to speak to us ma’am?” David asked as he took a seat at the front of the room, spinning his chair around so he could rest his hands on the back of it.

“Yeah, you and Kent are getting field promotions, along with a couple of other blokes.” She said as she pulled a small box out from behind the holotable. “Enjoy your new rank pins Major.” She tossed the new pins to Kent, and then turned to look at David. “You’ll have to make do without the actual rank pins unless Kent here hands his over, but considering we don’t wear them on campaign anyway they’d just sit here on the dropships.”

“Congrats on getting away from the butterbars.” Kent said with a chuckle before his face got a little serious. “You sure you want in on this op?” He asked while looking David in the eye. “I know you’re down a ride right now, but this entire op could be blown and us all die in a split second.”

“I’m sure.” David said with a grin, clapping the other two officers on the back. “I’m a part of the 3rd Kentares Guard, we’re going to pull this off and come back with big enough balls that the 1st and 2nd Kentares are going to be envious.”

“Not the Ducal Guard?” Katheryn asked with a mischievous smile.

“Them?” David asked. “No way, My mom has stones like no one else.”

“Not going to talk about the Duke?” Kent asked.


“He’s got bigger stones than she does, he married her after all.” David chuckled. “In all seriousness though, don’t tell them I said that, I’ve still got bruises from the last time I talked trash to mom and a headache from the last time I did the same thing to dad.”

“A headache?” Katheryn mouthed to Kent only to receive a shrug in response. “You’re alright for a green kid, your secret is safe with us.”

“Thanks.” David replied as a weight seemingly lifted off of his shoulders. “I’m gonna go catch some rack time and make sure that my new Mithril suit’s set up properly. See y’all tomorrow.”

“They’re insane.” Katheryn said once David was out of earshot. “That family is full of crazy people.”

“No,” Kent shook his head. “They just deal in cold hard reality, and most people can’t face too much of reality without a stiff drink before or afterwards.”




October 16th, 3032

“Hey Vickers, you good man?” David asked the man who was doubled over against the off ramp of the Maxis.

“I’m good Captain,” the man replied. “I’m normally on the outside of a ‘mech when I do this, and the Maxim’s make me a bit motion sick.”

“Well, we can weaponize that vomit if need be, but I’d rather you keep your insides where they are.” David joked as he pulled the man back into the Maxim. “We’re about to be at the dropoff point and don’t want you to miss out on all of the fun.”

“Marching fifty klicks isn’t my idea of fun Captain.” The private moaned. “But I’ll do it anyway.”

“Alright, approaching the dropoff point in five Mikes.” The Maxim driver’s called out over the closed comms. “We’ll hold here for refuel and for a quick rescue when you give us the signal.”

“Hopefully we won’t need it, but we’ll keep you on speed dial.” Kent replied over the comms. “Check your gear people, the last thing we need is for some of our explosives to go off before we want them to.”

“Aye sir.” David responded as he went over each of the individuals on his Maxim and had the lieutenants from each of the platoons he was in charge of doing the same.

“We’re here, now get off of my ride.” David’s Maxim driver said. “And give the Dracs hell for me.”

“Will do.” David replied. “Let’s settle down here.We’ve got to wait until it’s a helluva lot darker out before we start doing our jobs.”

“Drink your water.” A noncom called out. “We brought plenty, but you can still get dehydrated if you don’t have enough, and I don’t want one of you numbskulls passing out when we get there because you forgot to maintain hydration.”

“Yes, First Sergeant!” The men responded.

“Music to my ears.” The noncom said as the two companies settled in for the next few hours of waiting.
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three: Earth and Ashes

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three: Earth and Ashes
October 16th, 3032

“Remember, we’re going comms silent when we’re fifteen klicks in.” David ordered his company. “The last thing we need is to be discovered before we’ve even accomplished our objectives.”

“I thought we had encrypted comms though Captain.” Vickers said with a look of confusion on his face underneath his armor.

“Encrypted or not, they can still detect the signals that we’re transmitting.” David replied. “And them even knowing we’re in the area could blow this entire op.” David shrugged. “We’re going in quietly, and we’re going to need to keep an eye out, we know from the Duke’s attack on the ISF headquarters on New Samarkand that their DEST teams have some sort of modified Stealthed out Powered Armor.”

“Can they breach our Mithril?” Someone asked with concern in their voice.

“Does it matter?” David asked. “Your job is the same regardless, we’re all carrying the portable Gauss rifles, and we know that they’re effective against enemy powered armor, so remember to check your corners, and be mindful of enemy operators. They will be willing to use explosives to level the playing field.”

“And remember, our position being given away means that we get at least a battalion of ‘mechs and hovercraft crashing down on our position.” Kent said as he led the two companies. “So stealthed as long as we can make it, and only go loud if absolutely necessary.”

“Copy that sir.” David responded, trudging through the underbrush that was between them and the manufacturing center. “Wilco.”




“Well, that wasn’t something we saw from the satellites.” Kent said as he looked from the woods out at the industrial plant before him. “They’ve cleared out an extra four kilometers of brush and woods from around the site.”

“How does that affect us sir?” David asked as he walked over.

“We’re going to have to move and be careful of those spotlights. They’re not on a standard pattern, they’re operated by individuals who are doing their level best to randomize things. And it looks like they’ve modified their patrols as well.”

“What about the river?” David asked, pointing towards that area. “That would get us to within two klicks.”
“Not close enough, and that’s the point that is the most heavily defended, they’ve got a Warhammer and a couple of Vulcans guarding that entry point, along with a Jenner.”

“Fuck.” David breathed out. “That lance of 'mechs could end our entire force.”

“I know.” Kent said as he surveyed the place and began to cycle through plans in his own mind. “That’s why it’s your job to make sure that those ‘mechs aren’t able to interfere with the rest of the operation.” Kent looked at the younger man with a broad grin underneath his helmet. “How’s your Japanese?”




In the dark of the night, six figures rose out of a river, and, making sure that non reflective materials were behind them they began to move across the open field, using small craters shallow depressions in the dirt to press themselves down in order to avoid notice. Barely avoiding notice, the fireteam pressed on, getting in the shadows of the enemy lance and using the terrain along with the relatively slow pace of the ‘mech lance in order to latch onto the different ‘mechs of the lance. Two members climbed onto the Warhammer, while the rest of the fireteam split up to take the rest of the lance out.

“I hope this works.” David muttered to himself, edging his way up the back of the Warhammer slowly and making sure to stay out of sight of the other three ‘mechs. Finally reaching the cockpit hatch, he took a deep breath, steadying his nerves and preparing to do his job for the night. Taking his armored fist and signaling to his partner that he was ready. Receiving a nod in response, David rapped sharply on the back of the hatch, hoping that the ‘mechwarrior within would actually open his hatch. “Come on, take the bait.”

The hatch opened a good thirty seconds later, the Warhammer having slowed to a stop in the process and a head popped out. Leaping up, David jumped inside the cockpit and grabbed the Combine mechwarrior, making sure to knock him out and secure him to the jump seat with the restraints that he had brought with him, as well as making sure that there were no weapons still on the enemy pilot’s person.

“You good boss?” A quiet voice echoed through the cockpit as David’s battle buddy poked his head in. “We’ve got about a minute and a half to get this finished before the enemy commanders start asking for reports.”

“I’m breaking in now.” David said as he pulled his personal Neurohelmet out of his pack and connected it and his slate to the Warhammer’s computers, overriding the security, and making David the new pilot and owner of the heavy ‘mech. “I’m in, you should make yourself scarce.”

“Copy that, falling back to the river.” David’s battle buddy said as he closed the hatch and began to make his way to the river, leaving David and his multilingual skills to sell the disguise.



“I really hope that the Captain pulled that off.” Kent muttered to himself as he and the majority of two companies began to creep up on the industrial center. After what felt like hours, they finally reached the wall of the complex and began to scale it, making sure to stay out of sight and to be as quiet as possible. Kent was the first to reach the top, and after clearing the top of the wall, he jumped down with a quiet thud and then grimaced. “I should have taken the stairs.” He muttered as the noise slightly echoed, drawing in a lone guard who looked around with a look of confusion on his face. Reaching the small crater made by Kent hitting the ground, he knelt and began to examine the large footprints, and hadn’t made it very far in his inspection when Kent crept up behind him silently with a knife and drove it upwards and back, immediately silencing the guard and ensuring that he was dead. Dragging the body behind a couple of storage areas, Kent signaled to the rest of the platoon that it was time to move on.

Sheathing his knife after flicking the blood off of it, Kent grabbed his rifle off of his back and made sure that he had a mag loaded with the right ammunition. The companies began to make their way over, and spread out according to their fireteams, branching out in order to set up their demolition charges in the right locations as they discovered them.




“Charges are set, moving forward.” A combat engineer reported to Kent as they moved away from the lines and the unconscious factory workers. “Set!” The point man called out as he posted up on the doorway.

“First.” The first man to enter the room called out as he went left and cleared that corner while the man behind him went right. “Clear!”

“Copy, moving.” Kent replied as he moved forward into the next area, followed by the remainder of the fireteam. It was slow going, but they were doing this right so as to cause as much damage as possible.

“Setting charges.” Their combat engineer said as he knelt and unslung the det pack from his back. Grabbing the shaped plastic explosives and placing them where they would cause the most damage. “Charges set, timer is set for thirty Mikes.”

“Copy that.” Kent responded. “We need to move onto the next building.”

The two companies set their charges and began to move back to the wall that they had entered the premises on. Only this time, they had left a group of charges to detonate on their way out, so as to cover them leaving.

Then, as they were about to leave, alarms started going off throughout the compound.

“We’re made, blow the walls.” Kent ordered over the comms, the silence broken now. On the opposite side of the compound, a section of the wall collapsed due to explosions, allowing them to use their jump jets to get over the wall and begin running to the extraction point.

“Fifteen Mikes to detonation,” echoed in Kent’s ear.

“Kerensky, you hear all of this?” Kent asked, knowing that the lance they had stolen was keeping an ear out.

“We hear you, we’re going to play along with the orders issued by the Combine for now though." Kerensky replied. “We’ll be able to cause more damage this way.”

“Godspeed Captain.” Kent responded. “Take out as many of the bastards as you can, just make sure to make it back.”

“Wilco Major.” David replied, “Stay safe, Captain Kerensky out.”

“Crazy son of a bitch.” Kent shook his head. “But if it’s crazy and it works, then it’s still crazy, it just worked.”
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four: Slipping Through the Cracks

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four: Slipping Through the Cracks
October 16th, 3032

“How’d they notice us so quickly?” David asked as he backed his stolen Warhammer up against the wall that was surrounding the Scarborough Manufacturers industrial center. “We did everything they asked us to.”

“We must have missed a codeward or something, Captain.” Private Vickers, the Jenner pilot replied. “It’ll only take them about five minutes to reset their IFFs and we need to be long gone before then.”

“Alright, let’s get moving, you three are fast movers, so you move through first, and I’ll bring up the rear.” David replied as they began to move the lance away from the industrial complex. “Don’t waste your ammo taking potshots at the factories, we need to focus on escaping.” The lance moved into the forest only to be followed closely by a lance of Dragons.

“Fuck,” They must have fixed their IFFs faster than I thought.” Vickers said as he moved out of the way of an AC/5 round that went past his Jenner.


“On my Mark, we turn and burn them, and then move away while they’re stunned.” David ordered as he timed the stop with a small creek bed. “Mark”

The lance stopped and flipped around, focusing fire o two different Dragons as they entered range, the twin Vulcans fired their AC/2s and Medium laser at one of them, not quite causing the staggering effect that they were hoping for, but the Dragon did hesitate long enough to slip on the mud and into the creek face first.

Meanwhile, the Private Vickers and David combined their close range firepower onto a Dragon of their own stripping the armor around the cockpit and causing the pilot to halt and start backing up.

“Alright, let’s move while they’re stunned.” David ordered, backing up past the creek as the rest of the lance turned around and moved off as fast as they safely could through the trees.

David, when he reached the minimum distance for his PPCs, began to alternate fire, allowing his heat sinks to do their job while he covered his teammates' evacuation. Then, as soon as he was out of visual range he spun around and began to move to the rendezvous point.

“Shit.” David said as the trio of lighter ‘mechs moved much faster. “Slow down, we need to move as a lance.” He ordered only to receive static across his system. “No no no.” He muttered as he continued to try and break through the ECM and slammed his hand against the chair next to him as he watched the other three ‘mechs get dismantled one by one by an enemy that wasn’t showing up on his sensors and that he couldn’t make out due to the darkness.

“I hope that the passive sensor targeting trick you showed me works mom.” David said to himself. “Because if it doesn’t then getting home is going to be a chore.”

David slowed down his pace, trying to see if there were any explosions that typically signaled an ejection. But there was nothing, and with the lance of Dragons that would be arriving behind him. The last thing he needed was to get pinched between them and this seemingly invisible force that was directly targeting pilots.

“Let’s see if we can drop our heat shall we.” David muttered as he moved at a diagonal to the area where his teammates were destroyed. Slowing down and triple checking that his searchlight was shut off he reached the point where his ‘mech wasn’t generating heat and then crouched his ‘mech a bit to not be above the trees before disengaging his active sensors and shutting his ‘mech down entirely, including the fusion engine. He hoped that whatever was out there hunting them would simply not notice him, and if it did that he would be able to react to it in time. “I’ll switch everything back on in a couple of hours.” David said to himself as he looked out at the imposing darkness of the night.

As soon as David finished shutting everything down, the Combine mechwarrior tied into the jumpseat behind him began to stir.

“Shit.” David muttered as he got out of the pilot’s seat and grabbed his medbag. “I should have listened when dad told me to keep my medbag organized.” He said to himself as he moved things around looking for the sedatives that he had brought. After a minute or so of shoving the things in his medbag around he finally found the group of sedatives. Grabbing the injector, he shoved a dose that was specifically designed to keep enemy captives under into the injector and held the struggling pilot down while he injected it, he then waited until the mechwarrior stopped moving before he sat back down in the pilot’s chair of the Warhammer.

No sooner had he sat down then he saw a couple of trees around five hundred meters away start to bend from something moving between them.

“Must be Null sig.” David muttered to himself, “And given I have no visual aside from the effects, I’d say that they’ve got a Chameleon Light Polarization shield as well.”

The invisible ‘mech continued through the forest, the only evidence of its passing being the trees bending and cracking as it moved through.

“I need to rapid start this, I know where it is right now, and if I can break the cloaking I can take it.” David muttered as he bypassed several safety protocols in order to get the fusion engine started quickly. “We’ll take care of your fusion engine later.” David patted the side of the chair as he ran through an abbreviated check and stayed on passive sensors, relying on the signs of the forest to tell him exactly where the enemy ‘mech was.

“I got you now bitch.” David said to himself as he triggered his SRM 6 and Medium Lasers across the general area where the trees were being shoved out of the way by the enemy ‘mech. “I really hope that this works.” The lasers missed, but half of the SRMs scattered across the enemy ‘mech, breaking up the profile enough that David could finally see what he was up against.
The Exterminator tried to back off in order to get its stealth systems back up and running, fired its lasers at David’s stolen Warhammer, but only a couple of the medium lasers connected, the rest hitting a series of trees and starting fires.

Moving forward, not wanting the Exterminator to retain its stealth capabilities, David fired his lasers and missiles as fast as they could cycle, all the while praying that the fires behind him didn’t turn into a forest fire. The enemy pilot retaliated as they continued backing up, this time spreading laser damage all along David’s torso and coming close to penetrating the SRM ammunition bins.

“Not today.” David said as he finally moved at a sprint, “I only get one shot at this, let's make it count.” He disabled the limiters on his PPCs and crossed his fingers before pulling the triggers, launching a full alpha at the enemy heavy ‘mech, and then shutting down due to overheating.

The Exterminator took one more step back, and then ceased moving, it’s engine having been threatened by one of the SRMs having penetrated deep enough that the XL engine’s automatic safeties shut it off. Leaving David to finish cooling off his overheating ‘mech in peace.

“Time to leave.” David said to himself as he began to walk through the forest that was now on fire. “I need to report this to command.”




October 18th, 3032

“Ma’am.” Major Kent said as he entered the HQ where the 3rd Kentares Guard’s CO was waiting for his report. “Here’s my written report.”

“Give me a rough summary.” Sandoval ordered, looking at the paperwork in front of her.

“Everything went by the book until we arrived at the industrial complex. Then it was noted that the typical defenders had cleared out more of the brush and had placed a lance of ‘mechs there to guard as well, a Warhammer, Jenner, and two Vulcans. With the threat being so high, we chose the four who were most fluent in Japanese to go and take control of the enemy lance. This was successful and we were able to accomplish our main objectives without being noticed until around the time we were making our way back to the rendezvous point. Then, Captain David Kerensky volunteered the ‘mech lance that we had taken as a potential distraction force. I allowed this and the rest of our formation made their way back to our base camp.” Kent sighed. “I can only assume and label David Kerensky and the three soldiers that were with him as MIA, potentially pending KIA depending on if we can recover them or not.”

Then a staff officer rushed into Sandoval’s office. “Ma’am, you’ve got to see this.”

Getting up and following the staff officer out into the open, the group watched as a blackened Warhammer pushed out of the trees in the distance, dragging another heavy ‘mech behind it with one of its PPCs.
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Five: The Slog

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Five: The Slog
Al Na’ir, November 25th, 3032

Tai-Sa deLetereau I am offering you and the 15th and 8th Dieron Regulars the chance of honorable surrender. You have fought well for the Draconis Combine, and I applaud you for it, but no more samurai and militia need to die for this fight.” I said on the open channel that I had established early on for communications.

I simply rested my face in my hands and sighed as silence filled the airwaves. Once again, the enemy didn’t even deign to respond. “Dammit.” I muttered as I leaned back in the chair while looking at what was left to be done. The battle for Al Na’ir had turned into a real slog, we had been inflicting steady casualties, but the enemy just had more bodies to throw at us. And even with the hovercraft factories partially destroyed, the war machine for the combine had left them with hundreds of the damned things in warehouses waiting to be shipped along with enough spare parts to fight not only the campaign on Al Na’ir, but also wherever else they were needed.

“If we could just pin down the medium ‘mechs from the 8th that had been harassing the 5th Avalon Hussars we could push and take out the 15th, but the two Tai-Sa had been more than competent and had been stonewalling us by anchoring defenses of fast moving machines with Assault lances and artillery in their cities on standby waiting for their own fire missions. I would have our people counterbarrage the artillery, but the smart fuckers had parked the artillery in areas with a large civilian populace, and I couldn’t justify anything more than a commando raid to shut the guns down.

“Mathis,” I grabbed the helmet off of my desk and gestured for the man to follow me as I walked. “What would you need to make sure that the artillery is gone?”

“Two days.” The man said with a contemplative look on his face underneath his own suit of Mithril. “And a company of the Ducal Guard’s infantry.”

“What would you need to make sure that the Arty is gone and that as many of you come back as possible?” I rephrased the question.

“The same amount of troops, and a combined arms battalion on standby to pull us out if we’re discovered.” Mathis replied with a shrug.

“You’ll have it,” I replied. “Pull your teams together, I need that artillery gone.”

“Copy that sir.” Mathis responded and pulled in a couple of people to take his place as my close bodyguards. “I’ll get it done Hull.” Mathis said with what I was absolutely sure was a cocky smirk on his face.

“Just make sure that you come back.” I told the insufferable bodyguard. “I need someone who can still pull my ass out of the fire sometimes.”

“You got it boss.” He said over his shoulder as he walked away. “You got it.”



One Day Later…

“Fucking ISF and DEST teams.” I said as I looked over more paperwork. It seemed that Takashi and Indrahar were a pain in the ass even after they were dead. With them having assigned specific teams equipped with advanced ECM suites and ‘mechs that were equipped with Null Sig technology to specific industiral worlds at the very minimum, with some individual 'mechs and units, like the one that David had taken out, having a Chameleon Light Polarization shield as well. I was certain that the radicals of Comstar had a hand in this, seeing as Rook and I had personally gone through all of the data that we had pulled from Luyten and Ross years ago. The problem was, while I knew that Comstar had found ways to give the Combine technology and extra machines, I didn’t know how they had been maintaining said machines. Comstar hadn’t been supplying anyone with new parts or machines since Thomas Marik took over.

“Maybe they found a Star League cache.” I muttered to myself as I looked over the report before jolting up. “Where is General Baker?!” I asked as I stood up and grabbed my slate.

“He is double checking the readiness of the perimeter units.” My Aid replied with a shrug. “We had reports of light skirmishing to the south, so he went to make sure that the north was still secured.”

“Well, we better hope that I get there in time.” I said as I sprinted for my Warhammer IIC that was always on standby, triggering the small jump jets in my Mithril to jump up to the cockpit before climbing in.

Plugging the connector into my Mithril, I synced up my neurohelmet and got ready to speak the codes that I used as well as the numeric keypad that I had added to my security feature. First I had to enter the numerical code in order to verify my access. There were two codes, one was for techs, and the second was a personal code, that was only known by me or my close family and friends. The second method of Authorization was with the Neurohelmet, it read my brainwaves and established that I was one of the authorized users. The third identification factor that I had was a voiceprint and pass phrase. I had rushed through the other ones, but if you said the passphrase wrong then you would have two minutes to correct it before the Warhammer completely locked you out of the system until reset by one of the techs.

“Passphrase:” the computer’s programmed voice asked.

“A hero need not speak. When he is gone, the world will speak for him.” I said after catching my breath.

Then my Warhemmer completed its power up cycle and the powerful 400 XXL fusion engine thrummed underneath me as I immediately moved to the area where General Baker was supposed to be in.

“HQ.” I said over comms. “This is Duke Hull, I need to know what ‘mech General Baker pilots.”

“Duke Hull, General Baker currently pilots a stock Marauder.” The comms officer back at the HQ briefed me. “And you might want to hurry sir, we lost contact with the General and the command lance while you were getting into your ‘mech.”

“Dammit.” I breathed out as the rest of the QRF that was always on standby fell in line behind and beside me. The QRF was led by Nadia Winson, and she had two other Clan warriors with her. “Winson, I need you, Mackenzie, and Viola to make sure that the rest of the QRF is covered, we’ve got a potential enemy lance equipped with Null Sig and CLPS, I’ve got a VTOL with an active probe prepping for takeoff, but it might get hairy if we get ambushed.

“Aff, we will comply.” Winson replied as her Gargoyle easily matched the pace set by me and my Warhammer.

“ETA is five Mikes,” I said as I looked at the maps that we had been given. “It’s a heavily wooded area, so make sure that you don’t leave your back exposed to the enemy.” I told the two Avalon Hussars that were a part of the QRF.

“Copy that sir.” The two pilots replied. The Champion and Crab that they were piloting being a common sight among the AFFS currently. The two Mechs complimented each other well, and were excellent workhorse machines.

We continued moving as fast as we safely could through the heavily wooded area, eventually slowing down as we entered an area with extreme ECM.

“Maintain visuals on all friendly units.” Winson commanded her QRF. “We don’t need any enemy forces picking us off one by one.”

“Wilco.” I replied, subordinating myself under her authority given she was in charge of the QRF. “Be aware, long range Comms are cut off until my ECCM can cut through.”

“Understood.” Winson replied, as she signaled for us to begin to slow down. There were burned trees, and places where trees had been snapped like twigs.

“I’ve got a Swordsman over here.” I reported as I moved to the side in order to check it out, “It’s down, no ejection, but no cockpit breach either.”

“Ditto.” the Crab pilot reported. “I’ve got a downed Gladiator over here with the same thing.”

“That’s two of the four ‘mechs that were in the command lance.” I muttered to myself as we continued on.

“Got a Catapult here.” Mackenzie said as she stomped her Timber Wolf over to rejoin the fireteam. “No sign of ejection, and no cockpit breach. The ‘mech doesn’t have legs anymore though.”

“Contact!” The Crab pilot said in a panicked tone. “I’ve got Contact!” the Medium ‘Mech began to fire its lasers into the trees.

“Soldier, get your act together!” I snapped, moving my Warhammer closer to the allied ‘mech.

“You’ve got enemy powered armor on you, we need to get out of the trees.” I said, backing my Warhammer up and out of the trees as fast as I could.

“Get em off of me! Get em off!” The Crab pilot screamed as he panicked, firing his lasers and eventually coming to a stop as a puff of smoke erupted from the rear hatch of his Crab.

“Winson,” I said as the rest of the fireteam fell back to a central location. “I recommend that we move back to HQ and come back with anti-infantry, this is not a good environment to engage this kind of foe in.”

“I agree.” She said as she began backing her Gargoyle towards the HQ.

“You’re just going to leave the General out here?” The Champion pilot asked incredulously. “You can’t do that!” The heavy ‘mech broke off from the rest of us as he pushed forward. “The ‘mechwarrior in the Champion began to move at flank speed, tearing through trees and eventually turning around. “I found General Baker’s ‘mech.” He said. “It’s heavily damaged, but there’s clearly not been an ejection.”

While the Champion was off doing his own stunts, the rest of us had been grouped up in a way that we wouldn’t get hammered by any potential enemy Powered armor.

“My ECCM is through.” I reported to Winson as the static began to clear up. “This is Duke Hull, we need immediate support, we’ve got enemy powered armor in the vicinity, and suspect enemy null sig is out here.”

“Copy that Duke Hull.” The comms officer replied. “We’ve got a Sting and a company of Mithril on standby.”

“We are moving to an open position so we don’t get hit from a place where we cannot see.” Winson began to take over. “I need some combat vehicle support as well, I suspect the enemy numbers are greater than we fear.”

“Wilco.” The Comms officer replied. “I’ll send a company of combat vehicles your way.”





Meanwhile, the Champion pilot was still locked in the ECM and growing steadily more paranoid as he looked General Baker’s Marauder, trying to see if he could find any sign of his CO.

Then, he felt a thud behind him, and spinning around, he saw an Exterminator uncloak right in front of him. The AFFS pilot tried to aim manually, but his ‘mech refused to even see the enemy standing in front if him.

“I need backup here!” He yelled, trying to get the attention of the rest of the QRF, but they weren’t able to hear him. The mechwarrior, now slightly panicking, began to go through override procedures and was about to manually trigger his LB-10X at the enemy when his Cockpit was bored through by a series of lasers.


Author's note: An Alternate title for this chapter could be, "Bad Guys Get Lucky Too" Either way, it's not exactly a Nice way to end a chapter, but Cliffhangers are necessary sometimes...
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Six: Fire in the Night Sky

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Six: Fire in the Night Sky
November 27th, 3032

Mathis and his Fireteam crept along, checking every corner and making sure that no DEST teams were lying in wait using one of their suits of stealthed power armor. Their objective was to destroy the artillery guns that were keeping the rest of their forces at bay.

Holding up his fist in the motion that signaled “stop” to his forces, they came to the wall and took cover so that they could use a fiber optic snake to peer around the corner. Double checking that the path was clear, the fireteam continued through the buildings until they reached an overlook of where the artillery was.

“Clear visual on the artillery.” Mathis whispered to his team. “They left the ammo trucks right next to the guns. Sloppy work if you ask me.” He shook his head. “Prep the SRMs and Anti-Material rifles, we’re only going to get one shot at this.”

Reaching behind him, Mathis unslung a BFG and unfolded the bipod, linking the scope to his HUD and laying down his position being mirrored by the rest of the two companies of Elite infantry. “We fire on my mark, rifles first, and then SRMs with Inferno gel.”

“Copy.” The entire company broke comms silence.

“Mark.” Mathis ordered as he pulled the trigger, the kick being eased by the powerful Mithril. His first shot broke the glass of the massive building and tore a small part out of the artillery piece that he was targeting, but the real damage came when the Inferno Gel SRMs began to launch from the buildings that surrounded the park that the enemy artillery was parked in. The Gel covered the enemy artillery and caused the stored ammunition beside it to cook off as well.

“Time to get out of here.” Mathis ordered as he picked up his anti-material rifle. “Let’s get to the roof.” The various platoons of the two companies of infantry had a series of ways to be picked up by the Stings that were hanging out in the area just above the AA envelope.

“We’re all set Major.” A lieutenant said as he distributed out the packs. “We just need to make sure that we’re all strapped in properly or we’ll have some major injuries to account for.”

“Copy.” Mathis replied as he fastened his own harness to his Mithril. “Send up the flares.”

Three sets of flares lit up the dark of the night, causing some of the people battling the flames of the inferno gel below to lose their lives as the sudden brightness blinded them. Then, after the flares had fallen below the buildings, just out of sight of the ground a series of small balloons went up, all of said balloons were attached to tethers and had cable that went to the infantry below.

The trio of Stings immediately began their approach, opening their bomb bays and extending the experimental hook out to catch the cables and snatch their people off of the ground.

“Ugh, we’ve got to work on improving that.” Mathis muttered to himself as he violently pulled into the air. “That hurts like a motherfucker.”

“The original prototype for these were built in the 20th century.” A tech Sergeant spoke up. “The reason they failed the first time was because humans are too squishy to survive those kinds of maneuvers for long periods of time.”

“Well, we’re still squishy even if our Mithril isn’t. So let’s not have R&D claim this as a success just yet.” Mathis groaned.

“Detaching pickups in two Mikes.” Foehammer told the platoons attached to her Sting gunship. “We’ll be over friendly ground, so make sure your IFFs are up and running.”

“Understood Foehammer.” Mathis responded. “Preparing to detach.”

After the two minutes had passed, the series of tethers detached and the Mithril clad infantry began to fall to the ground below.

“Remember to trigger your jump jets at the right time, otherwise you’ll be paste cleaned up off of the ground.” Mathis reminded his infantry.

The two companies of infantry, nearly a hundred people in all lit up their jump jets at the same time, slowing their speed and lighting up the HQ for a split second.

“Nailed it.” Mathis laughed at himself as he rolled when he hit the ground. “I want a headcount.” He said as he came up with everything still intact on his body.

“Roberts and Smith didn’t make it, those are the only two missing.” Came the report after the platoon leaders did their headcounts.

“I’ll get the report later.” Mathis replied. “We all need to report to the medbay just in case the extraction caused any injuries.” Mathis looked around at the two companies. “I want you all to get at least six hours of rack time, Debrief is in eight, I expect your reports by then as well.”

“Yessir!” The two companies replied before filing away to go and report to the medtechs.





“How did they get behind our lines in order to accomplish this?” Tai-Sa Joseph Izuzu asked the assembled officers. “Tai-Sa deLetereau and myself have managed to hold off the advance of the Davions, but that Artillery was the only thing preventing them from moving into the city proper.”

“Sir, we found two dead DEST teams in the buildings that they fired their SRMs from.” A Sho-Sa spoke up. “We believe that they used the river and infiltrated as close as possible before moving through the city.” The Sho-Sa sighed. “We also found many civilian families tied up and gagged. They reported the incident as soon as they freed themselves, but by then the damage had already been done..”

“We shall see how long our reserves will last.” Tai-Sa deLetereau spoke up. “Then we may need to make an attempt at surrendering or retreat.” The woman spoke after thinking about it. “We know that the Coordinator is dead, but the rest of the Combine may need us and our forces intact so as to ensure the survival of our nation.”

“Three days.” Izuzu said. “We have to hold out for three days and then leave with everything that we can take with us from the hovercraft stores.”


Author’s note: A bit short, but it felt like I should end the chapter here. Turns out the problem with burnout was to simply write a different kind of story. So this will be back on the update list.
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Seven: Fighting Retreat

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Seven: Fighting Retreat
November 30th, 3032

Tai-Sa Izuzu, they are breaking through our perimeter lines.” A major reported as the Tai-Sa moved his Cyclops around the rear of the battlefield.

“Continue to fall back to the spaceport as planned.” Izuzu ordered. “deLatereau and myself are covering our retreat, we may be leaving, but we shall leave our enemies broken at our feet as we do so.” He turned to the restored command console in his Cyclops and continued to coordinate the 15th Dieron Regulars as they began to fall back to the spaceport. Most of the critical infrastructure had already been loaded up, as well as any spare ammunition.

“Izuzu,” deLatereau’s voice came across the command circuit. “I have the Bombardiers ready and waiting for fire missions.”

“I will coordinate the fire support missions.” Izuzu responded. “I take it the lance has the missiles ready to go?”

“Affirmative.” the other Tai-Sa responded. “I have taken fairly severe damage, and am falling back to the spaceport in order to ensure that as many of us are able to escape the Davions as possible.”

“I will maintain our position as long as necessary.” Izuzu replied.

“Copy that, we leave as soon as our dropships are loaded up, make sure that you are on one of them, Tai-Sa.”






“Keep moving people.” David commanded his fireteam as he moved forward in his Crockett. “We’ve got to keep up the pressure.”

“Copy that.” Scooter replied as he walked his Crab forwards, exchanging fire with an enemy Jenner, melting armor off of the lighter machine.

“Captain, one of the missile’s just stuck to my

“Scatter!” David ordered as a flurry of LRMs began to come down around his fireteam. “I really hope that those were standard LRMs.” He muttered as waves of missiles began to come down around his fireteam and others scattered throughout the city.

“They’re a mix of Swarm and Thunder missiles, captain!” Scooter reported as he narrowly avoided one of the smaller missiles. “As long as that Narc beacon is active she’s going to be a sitting duck.”

“Looks like the 8th and 15th Dieron Regulars got all of the fun toys.” David snarked. “First ninja ‘mechs, now artillery ‘mechs, I wonder what else they have up their sleeves.”

“No clue Captain, but we’ve got too many mines around us to move properly.” the Von Luckner tank commander reported. “We’re effectively trapped here until we can get teams out to clear out the ordnance.”

“Narc beacon is expired Captain.” Hammer reported, her Toro finally stepping out from underneath the building that she had taken shelter underneath. “We’re clear of any narc capable missiles for now.”

“But now, we’re effectively trapped until we get some demo crews in to bail us out.” David sighed. “I hope that they’re not swinging around in order to finish us off.”

“Command, this is Captain Kerensky, we’re pinned down and unable to advance due to enemy minefields, please advise.” David went up his chain of command.

“I hear you Kerensky, we’ve got a lot of reports saying the same thing, our advance has currently stopped until we get our engineers to clear out the mines, remain on standby until we have the time to clear out the minefields.”

“Copy that Major, standing by.” David responded. “We’ll hold here until engineers are available.”

“Looks like we’re stuck here for now.” David told his fireteam. “Dig in, and get ready for a counterattack, the last thing we need is to be hammered while we’re here.”

“Yes sir.” Scooter and the rest of the fireteam responded. “Getting ready for enemy attacks.”

“Everyone, make sure that you’re clear!” Duke Hull’s voice came over every channel. “We’ve got enemy dropships taking off, and Aerospace fighters launching in order to cover them! Keep your heads down and make sure that you’re not visible from the skies.”





“Where’d they dig up more aerospace fighters from?” Blaze asked as he turned his Stuka towards the stars, making an effort to reach the enemy dropships before they made it out of his range.

“Must have dug some of them out of storage, I’m seeing some really old Centurions and Hellcats here, along with even some Samurai.” Edge responded. “Is that a Typhoon?!”

“Yeah, that’s a Typhoon, looks like they’re digging into the deep reserves in order to make sure that they make it off of this rock.” Blaze said. “We’ve got orders for force preservation, which means that if you take armor damage, you pull back.”

“Copy that lead.” The rest of the aerospace fighters responded as they began to burn towards the enemy dropships and fighters.

“We’ve got two Leopards disengaging, they’re moving directly at us in order to stall us.” Edge reported. “Looks like they’re offering fire support for their own aerospace fighters.”

“Remember to cover your wingmates, pair up and let’s all go home.” Blaze said as he moved his Stuka in to target the first Leopard. “I want dropper choppers on the Leopards and everyone else focused on the aerospace fighters.”

Blaze artfully moved out of the way a brace of enemy fire, moving at an angle “upward” in order to avoid the enemy targeting him properly. Edge stayed on his wing, and both of them opened fire on the lead Leopard as soon as they were in range. Both his and Edge’s ERPPCs and slug rounds of the LB-20Xs that their Stukas converged, causing armor to melt and be torn from the dropship.

“The rest of the enemy droppers are getting away!” Archer spoke up. “They pushed to 2gs in order to make sure that we can’t catch them in time.”

The squadron flipped around, and tried to move in order to make another pass at the Leopard dropships. The four Stukas chained their fire together, and watched as the fusion engine of the first Leopard slowed down and began to stop firing altogether.

Leopard one is down, I need the dropper choppers to focus on Leopard two and make sure that it’s out of commission.”

“The enemy Aerospace assets are fleeing.” A different Squadron commander reported.

“Let them go.” Blaze ordered. “No need for more blood to be shed for now.”




New Avalon, December 10th, 3032

“Al Na’ir was taken a week ago.” Yvonne Davion reported. “We’re just now receiving the reports though.”

“Good, we’ve recovered everything that was taken during the Succession Wars and pushed the borders back a great deal.” Hanse said as he sat at Ian's, now his desk. “We’re going to be spending quite a bit of time on rooting out the ISF teams that were left behind though.” Hanse muttered as he looked at his map. “We’re going to need some of our forces in the Capellan March to shift over to help with policing until we can start getting things settled down.” Hanse told Yvonne. “And this will be a good chance for Morgan to prove himself as well.”

“What are we going to be doing about Hull though?” Yvonne asked, having been briefed on the duplicate Ian and what exactly Hull had pulled off when he hit Luthien and New Samarkand.

“We’re going to have to find a suitable reward for him.” Hanse said with a small smirk on his face. “I was thinking of reviving the Terran March, Sandoval will be busy administrating the new worlds that have been added to the Draconis March, this will elevate Hull, and give Sandoval some breathing room in having to ensure that some of the worlds are properly garrisoned.”

“He’s not going to like losing one of his most prominent sources of ‘mechs and vehicles like that.” Yvonne said as she analyzed the plan put together by Hanse.

“We’re going to be expanding production across the entirety of the Suns over the next decade or so, assuming that another war doesn’t come out of nowhere. I’m going to be subsidizing Davion Lycomb to begin building some factories in the Draconis March.”

“Not Sharpshooter?” Yvonne asked.

“Sharpshooter is currently stretched incredibly thin, Hull told me that he wouldn’t be able to expand any production areas for another two decades aside from what he is currently working on. He’s working on upgrading all of his current factories and yards converted to building and using lostech in his ‘mechs and combat vehicles, but it’s going to take time to get there.” Hanse responded. “Also, we have a direct hand in Davion Lycomb, and we know that they’ll produce what we need them to. So I’m going to be assisting them in expanding production in coordination with NAIS in order to speed things up.”

“Sounds like you have everything figured out then.” Yvonne said with a shrug.

“All of our allies are investing and expanding their own production markets.” Hanse shrugged. “We just need the right push in order to match them.” He glanced at the dot that represented St. Ives on his map of the Inner Sphere. “Romano has started production of the Pillager and Emperor thanks to the engineers that both the SLC and NAIS lent her, so we’ve got more assault ‘mechs coming our way once the kinks are worked out of the restored lines.”

“It is always surprising to me the way that the Liao’s turned out.” Yvonne said as she poured a small glass of whiskey. “Romano and Tormano are both model citizens of the Federated Suns right now, whereas Candace seems to be continuously changing between lucidity and insanity since the fall of the Capcon.”

“Romano and MIIO are keeping a very close eye on her, the last thing we need is for her to completely go off the deep end the way that her father did.” Hanse replied with a saddened look on his face. “Either way, we’ve got other concerns.” He shifted his paperwork over and grabbed the folder that was tied to the investigation of Ian’s death and replacement. “What have we managed to find out?”
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight: Rewards

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight: Rewards
Kentares IV, February 15th, 3033

“Home sweet home.” I said to myself as I carried Natasha into the Ducal Estate on my back. “You ready to get off now?”

“I am ready to get you off now.” Natasha grinned at the innuendo. “Now go forth my steed, I desire to sleep in my own bed.”

“Yes your majesty.” I rolled my eyes as I walked up the stairs to the master suite. Pausing, I grabbed my slate from my cargo pants pocket and used a feature to start filling up the jacuzzi with ice cold water.

“Stop, put me down.” Natasha laughed as I continued to walk with her past the bed that she wanted to rest on. “What are you doing?”

I laughed as I continued walking, knowing that if Natasha really wanted to make me let go that she could easily manage it. Walking into the bathroom, I twisted and tossed her into the ice cold water of the jacuzzi, laughing the entire time, even as she grabbed me and pulled me into the water as well.

“Now I am cold and wet.” Natasha gave me a small glare. “What are you intending to do to fix it?” her shirt pulled in tight over certain parts of her anatomy.

“I have some ideas.” I said as I pulled her in for a kiss and began to change the water from cold to hot. “But you’ll just have to wait and see what I come up with.”





February 16th, 3033

“Why is there so much damned paperwork?” David muttered to himself as he began to work on the paperwork for the company that he was responsible for. “I don’t remember dad having to do this much paperwork.”

“He does way more paperwork than that.” Major Kent spoke up from his own desk. “He just bares it down to the essentials and then delegates what he can to people he trusts.” Kent shrugged. “It’s something you learn over time as an officer and even as an NCO, delegation is the one true superpower.”

“Can I delegate someone to do this yet?” David asked as he flipped through more after action reviews of the battle of Al Na’ir.

“Nope, rite of passage, everyone has to do their own paperwork first, think of it as a learning experience, you don’t know what can be delegated properly until you’ve already done that sort of paperwork before.” Kent said with a chuckle. “Now knuckle down and get the paperwork done, we’re going to be here until all of it is done after all.”




February 20th, 3033

“Watson!” I stood up and greeted the man. “It’s good to see you again.” I stood up and shook his hand before gesturing for him to take a seat. “How is everything going? Your family doing well?”

“Everything is good for now boss.” Watson smiled. “I’m just getting a little too old for this. I forwarded you the current reports, but I felt that I should do this in person.” The older man handed me a letter. “I’m retiring, I’ve worked at doing this kind of work all my life, and I think it’s time to settle down and enjoy my grandchildren for a while. My daughter is my recommendation for taking over my role, she’s got a good head on her shoulders and has learned everything that I had to teach her.”

I sat there for a second mulling over this as I read the letter that he had given me.

“I’m sorry to see you go Watson, but it has been an absolute pleasure working with you, and if you or your family ever need anything you let me know.” I met his eyes, letting him know how serious I was. “You’ve gone above and beyond in making sure that we were able to get things done, and I thank you for that.” I looked over his employment records. “Do you mind if we keep you on the payroll as an advisor for the next two years?” I asked. “I’m not looking to keep you in charge of anything, I just want you on hand if we have any questions while we’re getting things set up with the factories that we pulled from Luthien.”

“I can do that.” Watson agreed. “I’ll remain on the payroll for a little while as an advisor.”

“And I’m signing over a five percent stake in Sharpshooter over to you as well.” I told him bluntly. “You’re a large part of the reason why we have been able to expand as large as we are, and I think that deserves to be rewarded.” I handed him a brand new slate with the information on the shares that I had given him. “You’re a good man Watson, and I know that you and your family will go on to do great things.”

The other man just teared up for a moment and I remained silent while he regained his composure.

“I don’t know what to say.” He struggled for a moment. “Thank you.” He just sat there for a minute, still stunned.

“Thank you is all you need to say.” I told the other man. “I just want you to go and enjoy spending time with your grandchildren.” I laughed. “I expect pictures of the beautiful beaches that we have here on Kentares, and reports on the daily spoiling of said grandchildren.”

“I think I can manage that.” The other man responded with a small smile.

“Now go on and enjoy your vacation.” I smiled as the man responsible for training and supervising most of our factory's engineers walked away with a dramatic change in his step.

“A good man is hard to find, and when you find one, you ensure that he is used to produce more like him.” I thought to myself. “And when it comes time for them to retire, you reward him richly, thus demonstrating that it is better to be honest and wise, than a lier and a fool.” I then wrote it down and left it in the notebook I kept in my desk. Said notebook was full of things that were silly, true, and helpful to whoever would end up replacing me as Duke of Kentares. I planned on starting a legacy that would be passed down through the ages, and maybe one day, my notebook would be immortalized in a museum somewhere for others to read and laugh at.

“Duke Hull, Dunham is here to see you, he has a priority message from the First Prince.” Mary said as she linked to my intercom.

“Go ahead and send him in.” I replied. “Thanks for all of your hard work Mary.”

“Dunham, what’ve you got for me?” I asked the intelligence officer.

“A summons sir.” He handed me the sealed letter. “We ran all of the authenticity checks just in case.”


“Whelp.” I said as I broke the seal and read the letter. “Have Mathis prep a small bodyguard detail, and have Nat get her group together. It looks like we're going to New Avalon.”


Author's note: Originally, this was supposed to transition to New Avalon, but Hull decided to spend five hundred words on rewarding Watson instead. At this point, the Characters have a say in what happens just as much as I do, so if they decide to derail a planned chapter I kinda just shrug and go along with it and try to enjoy the ride.
 
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine: Politicking

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine: Politicking
Kentares IV, June 8th, 3033

“Thank you for visiting Kentares IV, do you need a map of the area?” A receptionist asked a young blond haired woman.

“No thank you, I used to come here all of the time as a little girl, and I’m here to spend some time with my boyfriend.” The blond replied.

“Well, everything checks out on our end, have a pleasant stay!” The receptionist said with a cheery smile.

“Need a lift?” A hulk of a man asked as she left the customs area of the spaceport.

“Yes Mr. Dunham, I believe I would like one.” The young blond replied as she got into the armored SUV. “Does he know that I’m here?”

“No, we kept it on a need to know basis for multiple reasons, so this should be a complete surprise.” Duke Hull’s chief intelligence officer replied. “He is working as a staff officer in the 3rd Kentares Guard though, so I would expect him to be relatively busy.”

“That’s fine.” The blond said in response. “I’m going to be staying here for a while after all.”




New Avalon, June 10th, 3033

“You ready to go sir?” Mathis asked me. “I’ve got the armored vehicles prepped and the palace is aware that we’re ready to head their way.

“We’re ready Mathis.” I responded. “Thanks for getting rid of the press for us.”

“It was too open of a venue, and you know just as well as I do that it’s not hard for an assassin to hide in a crowd that large.” Mathis responded as he triple checked the magazines on his concealed weaponry.

“Very true Mathis.” I responded as I made sure that mine and Natasha’s concealed body armor was sitting properly. “Very true.”

“We are ready to move.” Regina Levi spoke up as she entered the room. Her and Mackenzie had taken to the bodyguard roles the best out of all of Natasha’s bondswomen.

“Moving.” The rest of us responded as we left the Messenger and got into the armored SUVs that made up our standard motorcade.

Natasha and I rode to the New Avalon palace in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence before the politics ruined the rest of the day for us.

“I wish that we were home to see David’s face.” I said after a moment. “The element of surprise there would have made it hilarious.”

Natasha just sat there and smirked at me for a minute before meeting my eyes, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That’s why I had Dunham get everything set up to record it.”

“You are the best.” I told my wife. “And my favorite person ever, don’t you ever forget that.” I pulled her in close and gave her a kiss on the forehead.




After we did all of the security screenings and entered the New Avalon palace complex properly we were told to head directly to the First Prince’s office, Hanse was waiting for us.

“Mark, Nat.” Hanse stood up and pulled me into a bear hug while his wife Dana did the same to Natasha. “It’s good to see that you both made it.” He grinned as he sat down. “Before I get down to the actual reason why I had the two of you come to New Avalon, I want to hear about how the battles of Luthien and New Samarkand went, the reports just don’t give the same feelings that come from someone telling the story.”

“Well, after Sapphire was killed in the assassination attempt, we sat and collected intelligence…”




New Avalon, June 11th, 3033

“Did the two of you rest well?” Hanse asked Natasha and I as we walked into his office.

“Space travel wrecks your sleep schedule.” I muttered as I continued to drink my coffee. “ Why did you summon us, Hanse?” I asked bluntly. “I still have to get the Kentares Guard back up to full strength.”

“This will tie directly into that.” Hanse said from the other side of his desk. “We just have to wait for the other people to arrive.” As Hanse said that, three other people entered the room.

“Duke Hull,” Duke Aaron Sandoval greeted me. “Congratulations on a successful strike against the Draconis Combine.”

“Thank you sir.” I replied before I also greeted Morgan Hasek-Davion and Yvonne Davion when they entered behind the Draconis March Lord.

“I summoned the three of you here.” Hanse looked at Morgan, Aaron and myself. “To inform you of several reforms that I am going to be instituting, and these reforms will require your input.”

“Firstly,” Hanse said as he brought up a holographic map of the Federated Suns as it stood currently. “I am forming the Periphery March.” He pointed at the worlds of the Outback. “For far too long has this area of our nation been left bereft of armed units and forces to resist pirates or enemy nations, and I aim to rectify that by having a Periphery March established and by allocating them a specific amount of Federal Funding in order to get Periphery Guard units established and trained so as to be able to defend themselves.” He showed the area that was going to be ruled over by the new Periphery Lord. “None of the three of you are going to be made the Duke of the Periphery.” Hanse said bluntly. “I have already selected the Periphery March Lord to be Ran Felsner of the Davion Heavy Guard, he has served faithfully, and has been in charge of instituting many of the new developments that have happened in the Federated Suns over the last three decades, including assisting in us reforming many of the destroyed Avalon Hussars units.”

“Felsner is a good choice.” I said after a moment's thought. “He is a good man, and loyal to the core, he’ll bring the Outback up to the standards of the rest of the Inner Sphere or die trying.”

Morgan and Aaron simply nodded at my words, both of them having met the man and agreeing with me on that.

“I didn’t just call you here for that though.” Hanse said with his trademarked grin. “I’m recreating the Terran March, with its new Capital being Kentares IV.” He looked Aaron Sandoval in the eye. Hanse and Sandoval had had many a discussion on which worlds Sandoval would be willing to part with before this day. “Duke Hull, you are going to be Lord of the reformed Terran March, you will be responsible for arming and ensuring that all of the precepts of the Federated Suns are honored there, as well as ensuring that the worlds that once belonged to the Draconis Combine and the Capellan Confederation are brought into the fold in good time and as peacefully as you can manage.” Hanse’s voice rang in the office as he finished elaborating on my new duties.

“Mark.exe has crashed.” My brain did its own version of the blue screen of death as I zoned out entirely, my brain not handling this well.

“I am afraid we’ll have to take a small break.” Natasha Kerensky said with a small smile as she stepped forward and grabbed my arm. “I think Hull needs some time to process this before he is going to be able to formulate any sort of answer or response.

“We’ll reconvene in three hours time.” Hanse said with a small smile. “He still hasn’t seen what worlds he will be ruling over now.”

“We shall return in three hours time.” Natasha replied. “Please excuse me while I attempt to reboot my broken husband.

"You should have known that he would react like that." Sandoval chuckled after Morgan had left the room. "Even I know that the man doesn't do well with being rewarded like that."

"I knew that something like this would happen yes." Hanse agreed as he poured the two of them a glass of whiskey each. "Thank you for being reasonable about this."

"I'm not losing all that many worlds, and I have more than enough on my plate managing the sheer amount of worlds that we seized from the Combine." Sandoval replied. "And he was instrumental in ensuring that we were able to finally reclaim the worlds we lost to the Combine."

"I am aware, the Sack of Luthien alone was worth the extra promotion, but bringing us half of the ISF's database along with bringing the Coordinator's family back, that was more than could have been expected." Hanse said as he sipped the strong whiskey.

"He's going to have his hands full anyway." Sandoval replied with a small smile. "Most of the worlds that he is going to be administrating need significant rebuilding in order for them to be made the industrial powerhouses that they once were. " Sandoval smirked. "I imagine that he's going to be pouring money into those worlds, and that it will enable me to break into some of the markets that he is currently dominating."

"You'll have some competition there." Hanse replied with a smile. "Davion-Lycomb is going to be expanding, as is Kallon from my understanding." Hanse then smiled. "Even Achernar is getting into the game again, they're reviving some of the older 'mech designs and are hiring some of the SLC and NAIS graduates in order to get the upgrades done."

“I see.” Sandoval responded as he sat there in thought.

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see how things turn out." Hanse replied. "There's a storm coming, and I have a feeling that we're going to need all of the preparations we can get. So get your own industry started, and make sure to push it as far and as fast as you can. We're going to need it."
 
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty: Press Release

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty: Press Release
New Avalon, June 12th, 3033

“So, we established some of this.” I said to Hanse, Sandoval and Morgan. “But I’m still going to have to get things set up in order to hold court on Kentares IV. My current facilities are only enough to handle the small number of nobles that I have as is.”

“We’re going to assist with the transition of power.” Hanse said bluntly. “That’s a large part of why I had both Morgan and Aaron present when I revealed my plans for the future.”

“Well, I’m going to need a lot of help, as well as an expansion of trustworthy staff.” I responded. “I can handle the rebuilding and establishment of the Terran March Militia units, but I’m not sure I even want to hold court.”

“Even if it’s only once every couple of years, it needs to be done.” Hanse said and Sandoval and Morgan nodded. “All of us here would rather be on the frontlines as well, but we understand the necessity of politicking.”

“Diplomacy is just warfare by other means.” I quoted with a sigh. “Let’s go over the worlds that are going to be a part of the Terran March once again.” I said, “I need to know what should be focused on before I start making waves.”

“Why not just ease into it?” Morgan asked me bluntly. “Surely that would come across better?”

“It might, but they’re already going to be shocked by the reinstatement anyway and I’ll be able to push through some of the things that I want done while they’re still distracted.”

“I see.” Morgan leaned back while he thought for a moment. “But why not take your time? It’s not like there are many enemies left for us to face at the moment.”

“There’s always another enemy.” I replied. “There’s the Clans, assuming that they manage to get their act together enough to aggressively push into the Inner Sphere again, there’s always rumors of an RWR remnant, some of them might be true.” I shrugged. “Always push and make sure that you are prepared for any potential enemy.”

“Also,” Hanse spoke up. “There is much to be done in the Terran March considering that it suffered a large portion of the infrastructure damage during the Succession Wars. If Mark here wants to ensure the people's loyalty he needs to ensure that the rebuilding takes place.”

“We’ve already gotten a lot of goodwill because Sharpshooter cleans up a large portion of the NBC weapons that were used, but we don’t do a lot of the rebuilding because we don’t want to damage the local economies.” I said as I pulled up the data on the worlds that we were assisting in that regard. “But now, I’ll be able to funnel some governmental funds into the rebuilding, not many, but enough to restart local production on each world.”

“Tax breaks?” Sandoval asked.

“Tax breaks.” I agreed. “Or even tax free if they contribute enough to the rebuilding efforts.”

“That would definitely help in boosting the local economies of each world, but what incentives do you plan on offering the nobility?” Sandoval asked.

“First choice of a custom Royal-Grade ‘mech.” I said. “I can afford to drop the cost of a Royal Machine if they’ll focus on getting their own planets up to the level that they were at in the Star League Era.”

“I’m not going to just bow down and do as they suggest though.” I said after a moment. “Sharpshooter already has the data on what it would take to rebuild most of those worlds due to us having considered expansion. We’ll need to let some other people come up into the market though, competition will only benefit us.”

“Sound thinking.” Hanse said. “The local economies of the various worlds need to recover on their own, not through a bigger company coming in and clearing everything out.”

“Well, I’ll subsidize the ones who are willing to go into multiple areas, but for now I think that I should have them focus on industrialmechs and the other industries that will help with getting everything built back up.” I then brought up a document on my slate. “I already bought the license to the Tiger and are rolling out a Fusion engine variant, I plan on sending the data on it to virtually all of the planets in the Terran March.”

“Mind if I have some of my people take a look at the specs?” Sandoval asked. “We may want to buy the improved variant off of you.”

“I’ll be handing the plans out.” I replied with a shrug. “They can be built fairly easy, and the only advanced tech that they have are the new ER medium Lasers and the missile tech that we have all started using en masse.” I sent the specs to the other three men.

“ ‘Tis an effective militia tank.” Hanse said after a moment. “But we can focus on that later, for now we’re working on how you’re going to be holding court, where you’re going to be holding court etc…”




Kentares IV, June 13th, 3033

“Elsa!” David stood up and greeted the young woman. “I didn’t know that you were on Kentares IV.”

“That’s because it was supposed to be kept a secret.” The slightly younger blond smiled. “Besides, I’m being assigned as your Steiner Liaison for the near future.”

“It’s just an excuse for us to spend more time together before we get married isn’t it?” David asked with a slight frown.

“Yes and no.” Elsa replied as she sat down. “Yes, it is partially an excuse for us to spend more time together seeing as we’re betrothed, no because mother believes that closer cooperation will benefit us while we bring the Worlds that we took from the Combine back into the fold.”

“Good point.” David said as he finished the last of his paperwork. “We can discuss the rest of this over dinner somewhere, there's a great diner not far from here, and they have the best steaks I’ve ever had.”





New Avalon, June 15th, 3033

“Great service is to be rewarded, and as such, we are rewarding two incredible individuals today.” Hanse said before the assembled nobles and press.

“Sir Ran Felsner, you and your family have provided us with loyal service for an incredible amount of time, often going above and beyond in your duties in order to accomplish the tasks set before our nation. In light of this loyal service, I hereby raise you to Duke of the Federated suns and make you Lord of the new Periphery March. There is much to be done there, but we have faith that you can accomplish it and more.”

“Now there is one other that must be rewarded, and all of you know of him for the meteoric rise that he has had over the past three decades, going from a mercenary commander to one of the most feared military and industrial leaders in the Inner Sphere. Mark Hull, please step forward.” I stepped forward out of the crowd. “There are many in our realm that give great and loyal service. But none so far have been as brazen as to go directly to the Dragon’s lair and slay the dragon within.” Hanse’s voice rang out. “Duke Hull has refused rewards for many years, despite his deserving of more than he has currently. With this in mind, I consulted with my current March Lords and the members of both the Privy Council, and the High Council. We found that there was only one reward that could be offered. Duke Hull, you are hereby charged with holding and administering the reformed Terran March. We have the utmost faith that you will repay us with loyalty.” Hanse finished his speech with a note of finality and then raised me up and embraced me.

“Duke Hull of the Terran March is a loyal friend, and we believe that he and his family will be the best choice for leading the Terran March for the years to come.”
 
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-One: Work

MarkWarrior

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-One: Work
Kentares IV, August 10th, 3033

“Happy Birthday!” The small assembled group cheered as they celebrated David’s birthday.

“Don’t feel any older, do you?” I asked my son as everyone dispersed to different areas of the Ducal Estate.

“Nope, I still feel like a full grown man sometimes. “David responded with a smile on his face. “But then I look at you old man, and I still feel like a little kid all over again.”

“This “Old Man” can still throw you around in either hand to hand or ‘mech to ‘mech anytime he feels like it.” I retorted. “Just name the place. I’ll even use one of my old Warhammers… And I’ll leave it stock too for good measure.”

“You’re on!” David replied with confidence in his voice. “In fact, let’s make it You and mom versus me and Elsa!” The Steiner blond, hearing her name came over.

“What am I being volunteered for?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You and I are going to take on Mom and Dad in a ‘mech battle.” David replied with a cocky grin.

“You want me to go against Aunty Nat the Dragonslayer?” Elsa pointed at herself while considering it before finally nodding her acceptance. “Whatever, I’m ready to lose.”

“Lose?” David asked, “We’re going to win, we’re younger, and able to handle more advanced maneuvers than they can.”

I just walked forward and bent over by his ear. “Old age and treachery will always beat youth and exuberance.” I said quietly into his ear. “Don’t get cocky.”

I then walked over to where Natasha was sitting in a recliner enjoying a glass of wine. “You heard that?”

“I did indeed.” She smiled at me. “It is good to see that he has faith in his own abilities.” Her smile turned sickly sweet. “Even if said faith is somewhat misplaced.”

“Eh, he’ll grow out of it.” I shrugged. “Most kids his age think they’re invincible, especially after their first successful campaign. We’ll break him of it soon enough.”

“Yes, I suppose we shall.” Natasha replied while swirling her glass of wine.”Enough of this, I want something real to drink.” Natasha tossed back the wine and had me follow her over to the liqueur storage. “Where did you store the good stuff?”

“Right here.” I pulled a hundred year old bottle of whiskey out from the storage container. “I wasn’t planning on opening this anytime soon, but I guess we can.” I shrugged. “It’s not like we can’t afford another.”




August 15th, 3033

“You ready to take the youngsters out?” I asked Natasha as we made sure that our old ‘mechs were powered up and ready to go.

“Aff.” Natasha replied as she readied her modified Marauder. “It has been some time since I have used this machine, it will be a fun change of pace.”

“Remember that both Elsa and John are using Assault ‘mechs, so we’re going to be at a disadvantage insofar as firepower goes.” I reminded her as I kicked the first Warhammer that I had ever owned into gear.

“I believe that they have a slight range advantage as well.” Natasha responded. “Seeing as I am limited to my LB-5X for the ranged punch.”

We stopped communicating for a little while as we moved into the “Bowl” as it was called. An artificial crater filled with debris and the skeletons of a couple of buildings that we had moved here. There was enough metal and cover here to make for an excellent training field, and that’s what the Marksman Military Academy used it for. Today though, we would be using it as a personal challenge arena.

As soon as we entered the bowl, we moved forward, pushing our heavy ‘mechs into cover and getting ready to combat the two assault ‘mechs that we would be facing today. David was piloting his Crockett, and Elsa would be piloting the Banshee variant that had been put together for her. They outmassed Natasha and I, and they had more armor than both of us did as well. But that wasn’t going to stop us from winning this fight.

Clicking my mic twice, I signaled to Natasha that I was moving forwards. My PPCs at the ready along with my medium lasers. Shifting around a wrecked building, I saw Elsa’s Banshee moving directly at me followed closely behind by David’s Crockett.

Triggering my PPCs, I tagged the Banshee before ducking back behind the building in order to avoid her return fire, backing up, Natasha moved forward to take my place, waiting just in optimum range of all of her weapons systems for the young woman to come around the corner.

“David’s jumping.” I warned Natasha. “I’ll keep him busy while you take care of Elsa’s Banshee.”

I then moved backwards, making sure that I kept David in my line of sight as I alternated my PPCs, trusting the seventeen double Heat sinks to do their job properly and diffuse my heat. I melted chunks of his armor off before he landed on top of one of the buildings just out of my ability to hit him. The building swayed from the weight of the eighty-five ton ‘mech but remained standing.

Natasha had been dodging fire from Elsa this entire time, while there were pockets of melted armor on her Marauder, Elsa’s mech was worse for the wear. Natasha had enough sinks that she could continuously fire as soon as her lasers cycled, and remain as cool as she wanted to. So she had shamelessly taken advantage of that fact to start taking apart Elsa’s armor piece by piece. At least that’s what our battlecomputers were telling us, seeing as they were set to training mode so that our machines didn’t need full rebuilds after this fight.

David then poked his Crockett’s ER Large Lasers over the roof of his building and began taking various shots at me, missing a good portion of them, but beginning to cause enough armor damage that I needed to refocus on him before he ended up coring my Warhammer.

Triggering my PPCs, I caused him to duck back down before I began to walk my mech backwards to a slightly elevated part of the arena around us. Reaching the highest point should allow me at least a decent vantage point. Getting a good sight picture of David’s side torso, I decided to take it. Causing two tons of armor to melt off and for him to stagger slightly as his electronics malfunctioned slightly. Waling my ‘mech forward, I sighted in again, and used the automatic zoom feature of my neurohelmet to focus on the area that I had already weakened, and began to bombard it with more long ranged shots. Thus causing a critical failure in the left half of his Crockett, and taking one SRM, an ER Large Laser, and his LB-10X out of the fight.

“Natasha, move!” I commanded, as David fell from the sky, firing his SRMs and Lasers at his mother’s Marauder.

Natasha deftly moved out of the way and finished off David’s Crockett as it landed, causing his computer to shut his ‘mech down signaling that he was out of the fight. But, in doing so Natasha had exposed part of her Marauder, and so she lost a Large Pulse laser and a medium as well before she managed to get out of Elsa’s lane of fire.

Seeing that My wife was in trouble, I moved forward at flank speed, using my PPCs to drive Elsa into a lane of fire that favored both Natasha and myself. And, finding herself pinned between the two of us, Elsa powered down and signaled her surrender.

“That was good.” Natasha said with cheer in her voice as David brought his Crockett back online. “You would have had me if your father had not warned me.” She waved her Marauder’s gun arm at the two younger soldiers.

“Indeed.” I agreed as I neared the trio. “And, I lied.” I grinned as I flagged them with the true identification of my ‘mech. “My original “Stock” Warhammer was still a Royal variant.”

“You suck.” David said with a laugh.

“I did warn you.” I said as we began to leave the bowl. “Age and treachery, age and treachery.”




September 15th, 3033

“We ready to head out?” I asked Mathis as we began to leave the Ducal Estate. “We’ve got quite a tour on our hands to conduct after all.”

“We’re bringing the entire Ducal Guard with us.” Mathis stated firmly. “Considering that the three of you and Ms. Steiner is going to be going on this tour. I think we should be prepared for anything.”

“Whatever you and Yvonne think is acceptable.” I replied. “There’s a reason the two of you are in charge of security after all.”

“We’re heading to the closest worlds first.” I told him, “And we’ll work our way back towards Steiner space from there.”

“I know the itinerary,” Mathis sighed. “ And I still think that some of the worlds seized from the Combine are too new for us to be conducting a visit like this.”

“If not now, then when?” I asked him. “I’m new at this, but I understand that it is necessary for the new ruler to make an appearance, for more than just the PR stunt, but because I need to be seen interacting with the new Davion citizens as they are, not simply as conquered enemies.”

“I know.” Mathis replied as he sighed heavily again. “And I understand the logic behind your reasoning. I just don’t like it from a security standpoint.”

“I get it.” I patted the bodyguard on the shoulder. “Executive protection details suck, but we’ve got to suck it up and wave the flag, otherwise we’ll fail before we ever get the old Terran Hegemony worlds rebuilt back to the Star Leagues old standards.”

“Let’s just go ahead and get this over with.” Mathis said as he walked towards the vehicles on standby. “This tour of yours is going to take years after all.”


Author's note: I can put Elsa's Banshee in the informational if you need it. But I'll only do that if enough people ask for it.
 
Banshee BNC-3S (Elsa's Ride)

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Banshee BNC-3S (Elsa's Ride)
Mass: 95 tons
Chassis: Star League XT
Power Plant: 380XL(Clan)
Cruising Speed: 43.2 kph
Maximum Speed: 64.8 kph
Armor: Starshield
Armament:
3 ER Medium Laser
2 ER PPC
1 Gauss Rifle
1 SRM 6
Communication System: Dalban Commline
Targeting & Tracking System: Dalban HiRez-B
Introduction Year: 3033
Tech Rating/Availability: F/X-X-E-E
Cost: 25,931,620 C-bills

Type: Banshee
Technology Base: Mixed (Standard)
Tonnage: 95
Battle Value: 2,917


Equipment Mass
Internal Structure 9.5
Engine 380 XL 20.5
Walking MP: 4
Running MP: 6
Jumping MP: 0
Double Heat Sink: 17 [34] 7
Gyro: 4
Cockpit: 3
Armor Factor: 293 18.5


Internal
Structure
Armor
Value
Head 3 9
Center Torso 30 45
Center Torso (rear) 15
R/L Torso 20 30
R/L Torso (rear) 10
R/L Arm 16 32
R/L Leg 20 40


Weapons
and Ammo
Location Critical Tonnage
Double Heat Sink CT 2 1
ER Medium Laser RT 1 1
SRM 6 Ammo (30) RT 2 2
SRM 6 RT 1 1.5
Double Heat Sink RT 2 1
2 ER PPC RT 4 12
ER Medium Laser LT 1 1
Gauss Rifle Ammo (16) LT 2 2
Gauss Rifle LT 6 12
ER Medium Laser HD 1 1
 

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definitely a mean machine. a gauss and 2 erppcs is mean and it being on a 4/6 mover that didn't dump armor is gonna make people cry. prolly an expensive model but as a custom job or one for elite rated unites it will do work. arguably over cooled at long range but at the close range it can do a mean srm6 3 ermed 1 erppc that is gonna scatter damage and is very mean.
 

MarkWarrior

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definitely a mean machine. a gauss and 2 erppcs is mean and it being on a 4/6 mover that didn't dump armor is gonna make people cry. prolly an expensive model but as a custom job or one for elite rated unites it will do work. arguably over cooled at long range but at the close range it can do a mean srm6 3 ermed 1 erppc that is gonna scatter damage and is very mean.
One of the people who saw it on SB said "That is a mean machine, it can maintain alternating alpha's if my math is right."
 

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