Post by erebus on Jul 7, 2007 18:38:19 GMT -5
There is only one way I can conceive to possibly explain to you the complexity of piloting a MechAssault war machine. I will give you a first-hand account of one of the many battles that were raged on Te'yon in the name of one crusade or another. I will tell you things as they happened, because this story does not require me to create elaborate lies and half truths.
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"Armok, where the hell are they? Jesus Christ, Alpha just lost half of thei- :static:"
I growled, and frantically punched buttons on my console. The NulRadar mech was causing my unit to be eradicated. Half of Alpha was down, and I just lost my second in command. Before I could think two MadKats jumped over the hill, the personal insignia of the Prince on their shoulders. I was about to give the thumbs up for full retreat... when my radar flickered back on. Delta team was hot on their tails, the NulRadar mech smoldering far to the east.
That changed the tide of the war. We had suffered defeat after humiliating defeat, then my unit had stumbled across a Mech depot. We'd found a pair of Atlass, half a Ragnarok, and several medium assault mechs. This was our first major battle after the discovery. But before I ramble on, back to your action, friend.
I fired my Guass Rifles into one of the MadKat's shoulders. Those were beautiful fireworks. The force of about twelve rockets exploding on it's shoulder made it flip over, jolting the second MadKat off balance. Two of Delta behind them fired their weapons at the overheating Mech... then our consoles began bleeping. We pulled back to maximum range and watched the sub-nuclear implosion eradicate both MadKats. Our salvage teams would have a hella time getting anything useful out of those craters.
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<Armok chuckles> The good old days. Sometimes I miss being a grunt... Well, a high-ranking grunt. But I do love my Clan. Anyway.
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Delta Team was camped to the north of Alpha's current position. My team, codenamed Oblivion, was camped in the center of our forces, with the local recruits to the east and west. South of my team was just beautiful countryside... and enough mines to blow up half a city. Anything attempting to follow us without the codes would be reduced to smoldering debris in a matter of seconds. Just as I sat down to relax and receive briefing from my CO, the alarm bell rang.
I ran out of my tent half-naked, with a sword in hand. Small-arms fire erupted around me, and I had to dive for cover from a frag grenade. When I rolled to my feet, I was shouting orders. Insurgents had, as usual of mankind, hidden amongst the local militia that had joined us. But something in me had changed. One of the Militia had come to help me to my feet... and I cut him in half. How do you tell who your enemy is if they dress like your friend? I gave a tough order. Kill all Militia on sight.
About an hour later, we had decimated recruits and enemy alike. My men gathered their things, mounted up, and we proceeded to do exactly what my commander had ordered me to do. He said to me, "Strike where they don't expect it. Strike when they don't expect it. Strike hard enough to wipe them out. Give them the same mercy they would give you." What he didn't know, ironically, was that the mercy that they had given me killed my family. That was one order I chose to disobey.
Over the next month or so, we won most of our battles. With three or four defeats marring our record, we found ourselves sitting at the Imperial City herself, the Court of Te'yon hopefully standing in puddles of their own piss. My command now consisted of Alpha, Beta, Charlie and Delta Squadrons, on top of my own Oblivion. We had the city surrounded. I was waiting for orders when we heard gunfire on the Command Deck. A voice came across out ComLinks.
"This is Imperial Commander Tigrey. Stand down, soldiers. Your commander is dead, and your flagship captured."
If only they knew. Never bite off more than you can chew, especially when mercenaries are involved. As soon as Commander Skrix's heart stopped beating, the Imperial Flagship self-destructed. Fuck Imperialism, hello anarchy. They just pissed off forty-six Assault Mechs, led by an Atlass-Ragnarok hybrid and a unit with a codename of Oblivion.
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"Armok, where the hell are they? Jesus Christ, Alpha just lost half of thei- :static:"
I growled, and frantically punched buttons on my console. The NulRadar mech was causing my unit to be eradicated. Half of Alpha was down, and I just lost my second in command. Before I could think two MadKats jumped over the hill, the personal insignia of the Prince on their shoulders. I was about to give the thumbs up for full retreat... when my radar flickered back on. Delta team was hot on their tails, the NulRadar mech smoldering far to the east.
That changed the tide of the war. We had suffered defeat after humiliating defeat, then my unit had stumbled across a Mech depot. We'd found a pair of Atlass, half a Ragnarok, and several medium assault mechs. This was our first major battle after the discovery. But before I ramble on, back to your action, friend.
I fired my Guass Rifles into one of the MadKat's shoulders. Those were beautiful fireworks. The force of about twelve rockets exploding on it's shoulder made it flip over, jolting the second MadKat off balance. Two of Delta behind them fired their weapons at the overheating Mech... then our consoles began bleeping. We pulled back to maximum range and watched the sub-nuclear implosion eradicate both MadKats. Our salvage teams would have a hella time getting anything useful out of those craters.
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<Armok chuckles> The good old days. Sometimes I miss being a grunt... Well, a high-ranking grunt. But I do love my Clan. Anyway.
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Delta Team was camped to the north of Alpha's current position. My team, codenamed Oblivion, was camped in the center of our forces, with the local recruits to the east and west. South of my team was just beautiful countryside... and enough mines to blow up half a city. Anything attempting to follow us without the codes would be reduced to smoldering debris in a matter of seconds. Just as I sat down to relax and receive briefing from my CO, the alarm bell rang.
I ran out of my tent half-naked, with a sword in hand. Small-arms fire erupted around me, and I had to dive for cover from a frag grenade. When I rolled to my feet, I was shouting orders. Insurgents had, as usual of mankind, hidden amongst the local militia that had joined us. But something in me had changed. One of the Militia had come to help me to my feet... and I cut him in half. How do you tell who your enemy is if they dress like your friend? I gave a tough order. Kill all Militia on sight.
About an hour later, we had decimated recruits and enemy alike. My men gathered their things, mounted up, and we proceeded to do exactly what my commander had ordered me to do. He said to me, "Strike where they don't expect it. Strike when they don't expect it. Strike hard enough to wipe them out. Give them the same mercy they would give you." What he didn't know, ironically, was that the mercy that they had given me killed my family. That was one order I chose to disobey.
Over the next month or so, we won most of our battles. With three or four defeats marring our record, we found ourselves sitting at the Imperial City herself, the Court of Te'yon hopefully standing in puddles of their own piss. My command now consisted of Alpha, Beta, Charlie and Delta Squadrons, on top of my own Oblivion. We had the city surrounded. I was waiting for orders when we heard gunfire on the Command Deck. A voice came across out ComLinks.
"This is Imperial Commander Tigrey. Stand down, soldiers. Your commander is dead, and your flagship captured."
If only they knew. Never bite off more than you can chew, especially when mercenaries are involved. As soon as Commander Skrix's heart stopped beating, the Imperial Flagship self-destructed. Fuck Imperialism, hello anarchy. They just pissed off forty-six Assault Mechs, led by an Atlass-Ragnarok hybrid and a unit with a codename of Oblivion.
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