Tikonov, Capellan Confederation
December 21st, 3028 (or the dates of the battle, Sarna.net isn't batting very well at the moment)
"Damnit's gets da colonel outta here's!"
DeMarkus growled into his mic as several missiles slammed against the armor of his battlemech. The explosions rocked the seventy ton behemoth, but the thick armor plates held up to the warhead's drumming. He gritted his teeth and threw the throttle forward bringing the Cataphract up to a run. The mech quickly accelerated and rapidly closed the distance with it's assailant a thirty ton Valkyrie. The smaller mech backed up as fast as it could acting startled, whether by the sudden charge from the Cataphract or that such a large mech could move with such speed DeMarkus didn't know, and he wasn't about to ask. The Valkyrie pilot, knowing that his fate was soon sealed stood his ground and fired everything he had. The medium lasers scarlet beam burned a nasty scar against the Cat's left leg, half the missiles missed and the handful which did hit didn't have time to arm and bludgeoned against the heavy mech's armor, denting some of the armor but not doing much else.
He lowered his mechs shoulder at the last moment and gritted his teeth against the bone jarring impact. The two titans of the battlefield met with a mighty crash and the smaller, lighter Valkyrie tumbled over and fell on its back like a KOed prize fighter. DeMarkus strode his mech forward and stomped it's foot down on the smaller mech's right arm. The other foot slammed down on the 8th Crusis Lancer's RCT symbol located high up on the Val's left breast. Slowly almost lazily 'Markus drew his mechs arm in line with the Val's cockpit. He watched through the glass as the mechwarrior's eyes grew wide and the woman within scrambled to undo her harness. With the depression of a trigger, he was gone in an instant, vaporized by the Hellish fury of the PPCs man made lightning.
He pried he eyes away from the smoldering ruin of the mechs head and looked for more targets. Madmen.
Only a madman would launch a war on the day of his wedding...
He looked back at the scuffed up 8th Crusis Lancer symbol. A yellow device bracketed with black bars.
Or a Davion.
He keyed his mic again.
"Po. Wat's da stat on de VIP?"
"Oh, we're almost there, commander comrade. Give us a couple of minutes and we'll be dusted off."
A few minutes... might as well be a lifetime...
"Anybodies' else reads' me?"
No response. It looked like he was on his own and that thought left him feeling empty.
Indeed things were looking pretty bleak. The Davion'* *** Tikonov with all 8 Crusis Lancer RCT's and despite having a ridiciously huge garrison, the defenders were quickly overwhelmed. They fell back buttoning up behind the thick and tall walls of the capitol. Like a siege situation on ancient Terra the attackers quickly brought forth their siege engines. But in this archaic catapults and trebuchet's were replaced by their modern equivalent, heavy artillery. Long Tom's and Thumpers, which pummeled and bombarded the hapless people trapped within the city. Centuries old buildings quickly crumbled under the onslaught. During the bombardment gaps were blasted in the wall and through these holes the invaders poured. A good portion of the city was reduced to rubble, the other parts cinders or still aflame. Reducing the City into a Hellish landscape which battlemech's used as a playground.
Well at least we have the air... well around the spaceport anyways.
(He cannot see this, but I wanted to write this)
Off in the distance the tarmac of the spaceport was dotted with several bulbous shapes of drop ships. Huge forty story steel eggs which aerospace fighters buzzed around like a swarm of wasps around a hive. Billows of smoke boiled around the base of the mighty ships as they prepped for liftoff.
Movement caught his eye, an olive drab blur darting between two piles of rubble which snapped him out of his thoughts. He quickly slammed the throttle forward giving chase. He trotted his Cataphract forward and took a turn onto the rubble strewn street that the blur went down. He shuffled a step almost loosing his footing on the rough terrain but he fought against the vertigo from his neural helmet and kept his mechs footing. Up ahead the thing was still there, making its way around a rubble from a collapsed parking garage, a mech his mech's war book tagged as a Locust.
Sensors must have sounded a warning to the Locust's pilot, because the Locust shot off with a sudden burst of speed. The mech took to turn down a side street, and lost it's footing. The chicken walker (yeah I said it.) tumbled on down the road as graceful as twenty tons of metal could, flopping, skidding, and tumbling the Locust finally slammed into a massive stone obelisk that was set as a decoration out in front of some bombed out office building. The mech came to a sudden bone wrenching stop, literally folded around the stone. 'Mark flinched the sight, that was a nasty fall, but it didn't stop him from dropping his cross hairs on the hapless mech. He mashed down on the trigger for his auto cannon which spewed fifty millimeter slugs downrange as a response. Depleted uranium rounds ravenously chewed into the mangled armor on the light mech and deep into it's innards striking the ammo bin for the Locust's machine gun. The fifty caliber slugs cooked off blasting out of their bin and in all directions punching several holes into the mech's power plant. Reactor shielding breached safety features clicked on trying to kill power before the engine went critical. It didn't happen fast enough. The Locust and it's buddy the obelisk ceased to exist as the miniature sun contained within the engine expanded in a brilliant explosion.
'Mark then turned his Cataphract and wondered back the way he came. He was rewarded with the image of a drop ship with it's fighter support slowly rising skyward on a collum of ionized flame. Light glinted off the mailed gauntlet and katana insignia of the Capellan Confederation and something stirred within him. It felt like he was enforcing the Chancellor's will.
His sensors screeched a warning at him and chanced a look at the data feed. Multiple contacts all converging on his location.
Commando, Javelin, two Enforcers, Phoenixhawk, Centurion, Thunderbolt, Rifleman, Warhammer..... too many vehicles to count.
The list went on and on... With the knowledge that he was already a doomed man he turned his Cataphract to face the invaders with the idea of taking as many of them with him as possible.
Edited by Thom Frankfurt, 06 October 2012 - 03:29 PM.