1. Allow me to reread my work to remember what the heck I was writing about
2. Allow me to proofread my work in order to make it easier and more fun to read, and to make it more believable in the Battletech universe (I took several liberties the first time around)
3. Hopefully gain me a new following of readers since my original readership is about 8 years removed
So, here is the first story I wrote in my Azure Griffin series. It was initially titled "Rise From The Ashes" but I've changed the title to something a bit more...mature sounding. The story takes place in a non-canonical system on The Periphery, just outside of Lyran space (in the vicinity of Barcelona). It coincides with (and involves) the Jade Falcon Incursion of 3064, detailed in the novel Operation Audacity. I made careful sure that everything about this fanfic could be seamlessly integrated into the canon storyline without any conflict, so enjoy it as if it were part of Battletech lore.
Anyhow, enough talking about it. I will start rewriting it and releasing it. I am aiming for a chapter each week, so look out for new submissions every Wednesday. Response comments are allowed and welcome.
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Prologue
Solviato, Unyaro
Unyaro System, Periphery
31 October 3050
Lawrence awoke from his slumber. Looking out through the canopy of his Lancelot, he noticed that the light filtering through the rubble above him was now a soft white, as opposed to the angry orange that had been flickering in for the last three days. The first time he had attempted an escape from the steel web trapping his mech, the roasted girders had seared his palms on contact. Now that the fires had finally gone out, the wreckage should be safe to touch.
* * *
"Sasha, I hope you're having better luck than we are!" Captain Fielder called out over the comm. His Awesome and Lawrence's Lancelot were being pushed back further and further into the heart of the city.
"Lieutenant Maelon is dead, sir!" Tim Roberts' voice hastily blurted out in response, the sounds of battle filtering through behind it, "The 16th here has been smashed and we're pulling the remanants back to the capital!"
"Pull back to the palace yard. I'll do the same. We'll make our stand there."
Lawrence grunted as he drove home another laser blast into an approaching clan mech. "I don't think we're winning this one, sir!"
"Thank you for your evaluation, Sergeant Olliver. Any of your lance still with us?"
"I don't know. They and our 16th friends were trying to get into the clanners' rear quarter last I heard."
* * *
Lawrence dug his way up, pushing aside smaller beams and trying to wriggle around the heavier ones. Each time he shifted an obstacle he was showered in dust and ash, but still he pressed on. Now the sunlight was just a few centimeters away, and he thirsted for it like no drink could ever quench. He grabbed the topmost girder with his burned and bloody hand; the back of it felt comfortably warm, caressed by the midday sun. Groaning with pain and exhaustion, he pulled himself up and out of the hole. What he saw didn't surprise him one bit, but he gapsed nonetheless.
The city had been leveled to the ground. Scattered fires were still burning all over, but it was nothing compared to before. Too exhausted to weep, Lawrence sat atop his former prison and stared blankly at his beloved capital.
* * *
A wing of fighters streaked overhead, making Lawrence instinctively duck his head. "Tim, you've got incoming flyers!"
"Huh?"
At that moment, the fighters dropped their loads on the retreating forces. Lawrence glanced through his rear screen as the entire area erupted into flames. Inferno bombs. A dozen cries drowned out the comm chatter for a few moments as the searing heat cooked men alive in their cabins. Of all weapons created by man, Inferno gel had to be one of the most cruel.
Lawrence watched, incensed, as more fighters swooped in and began bombing random targets with incendiaries. "They're setting the whole city afire!"
"They're trying to burn us out," Captain Fielder responded coldly, "don't let it distract you. We've got a battle to fight." Pausing just long enough to blast another salvo from his particle projection cannons out at the invaders, he deadpanned, "We're making our stand right here. If we die, then at least we can hope they'll stop afterwards."
As if they were wrathful gods and we the sacrificial lambs for the slaughter. "I'm with you, sir."
The two defending battlemechs stood fast in the apocalyptic scene, pumping firepower into the advancing Jade Falcons like a pair of Western gunslingers. Buildings burned all around them, the firestorm spreading from block to block like some hellish, insatiable monster. The heat inside Lawrence's cockpit seemed to match the heat outside, the buildup from his energy weapons overworking the heatsinks. However, his beleaguered battlemech continued to function, continued to fight, continued to kill. He felled one clan mech, then another. Captain Fielder was doing even better, coring his opponents with crushing salvoes from his triple PPCs. Lawrence's senses began to go into overdrive. He could now see clearer, shoot faster, and fight harder than he ever knew possible. In that one single moment he felt invincible, like an immortal warrior angel sent from Heaven to annihilate the demonic hordes set upon the mortal world. His fantasy was interrupted by a loud moaning from the flame-engulfed tower to his left. He turned and looked up just in time to see the building twist on its melted struts and collapse in on itself, the near side crashing down upon his Lancelot like an unrighteous tidal wave. The heavy battlemech fell down on its rear with a deafening crash as the massive structure buried it in flaming metal. Lawrence's helmeted head bashed into the back of his seat, making his brain throb blindingly.
"For the duke and his people!" he heard Lucas Fielder yell in his ear before his spinning head finally reeled itself into darkness.
* * *
Unwilling to stand back up, Lawrence dragged his weary body over the piles of rubble covering the street. Captain Fielder's Awesome was almost indistinguishable from the other twisted and charred heaps of metal strewn all about, but Lawrence's familiar eyes recognized it immediately. He had known his commander was dead long before now, so the time for grieving over him had long since passed. The only feeling left in Lawrence's heart was worry for the citizens he had died to protect. He rose to his feet and trudged onwards towards his goal, knowing he could not rest until he had seen for himself whether Captain Fielder's last order had saved his people; the order he had given when he knew his own life had already been lost.
Lawrence came upon the foundations of the palace, the last remnants of what had last week been Unyaro's seat of power. He cleared away charred floorboards and roof rubble to reveal a smooth surface of concrete beneath. This was the royal bunker, the last haven for the duke and his family, or so it had been intended to be. The Jade Falcon attack had come down on Solviato so swiftly, there had not been time to evacuate many of its inhabitants. As such, the Duke had opened the doors to his private bunker for over a thousand of the city's best and brightest citizens, in the interest of preserving some small portion of the planet's upper class. The rest of Solviato's population who hadn't evacuated had certainly been incinerated in the firestorm, but maybe, just maybe, the duke had been saved.
The bunker seemed to have remained undamaged, giving Lawrence a shred of hope. He removed the last of the rubble blocking the bulkhead and punched the release code into the electronic lock. The deadbolts retracted and he swung the heavy blast door open to reveal a pile of bodies littering the stairway, stretching all the way down into the darkness. The corpses were not burned; they had suffocated, every last one of them. Lawrence's guess was that the firestorm had enveloped the air vents, vacuuming the oxygen right out of the crammed compartment and consigning its occupants to a quiet, gasping death.
Lawrence let go of the door, allowing it to clang shut, and collapsed to his knees. His commander was dead, as was his duke. His city was destroyed and its population decimated. He had survived through pure fortune alone, likely the only warrior on the planet to do so. Shellshock sapped away the last of his consciousness, his mind going blank as his head hit the ground.
Edited by NeoAres, 29 January 2015 - 05:07 PM.