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I wanted to make a post "announcing" a Btech and MWO fiction piece that I'm working on. NGNG is the primary host of the work, so I'll post links for the full text, and then a "Teaser" for each week here.
So just to introduce you to it, if you haven't already read, it's set in 3049 within the Free Rasalhague Republic, and centers around the actions of a particular lance within the Third Drakøns of the FRR's KungsArme.
Currently I have about 20 episodes mapped out, and we'll see what happens from there.
Of course I put announcing in quotes because we're currently on week 4, but I simply haven't had a chance to come and make a more official post here on the forums.
For those of you wondering how this is MWO related, I'm using the MWO approach of weaponry and cockpit style - Forward facing weaponry, with a cockpit that doesn't offer the 360 field of view. In the grand tradition of Btech, the fiction follows the game mechanics. Personally, I think this offers a more visceral feel to the situation. But that's just my opinion.
In any case, from here on out, it'll be tease-a-rific! I hope you enjoy. :)
Part 1: Link
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“Those are the Prince's men, they are here to protect us,” she said, as they approached.
”Like Daddy?”
“Just like Daddy.”
After some time, when the Rasalhague 'Mechs were a kilometer away, they shifted formations and I could see three of the 'Mechs. Then it began.
To our right, a pair of the mottled brown 'Mechs crested a low sloping hill. I watched as the first missiles streaked towards it and, thinking them fireworks, cheered for the show.
The fireworks struck the first, biggest, blue man in the left shoulder squarely. I watched a rivulet of silver-blue paint streak a tear in the 'Mech's opposite side torso where a massive laser struck. It shifted, looking first to the farmhouse, then facing the other two 'Mechs.
”Like Daddy?”
“Just like Daddy.”
After some time, when the Rasalhague 'Mechs were a kilometer away, they shifted formations and I could see three of the 'Mechs. Then it began.
To our right, a pair of the mottled brown 'Mechs crested a low sloping hill. I watched as the first missiles streaked towards it and, thinking them fireworks, cheered for the show.
The fireworks struck the first, biggest, blue man in the left shoulder squarely. I watched a rivulet of silver-blue paint streak a tear in the 'Mech's opposite side torso where a massive laser struck. It shifted, looking first to the farmhouse, then facing the other two 'Mechs.
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“Welcome home, Menig Kavellrist.”
“Sir, you said...”
“I said congratulations. It's a girl, I think. Doctor Darwin, wouldn't you say so?”
“I don't see anything hanging between the actuators, Löjtnant,” came a voice from the legs of the Jenner's bay slot. One leg's knee joint was opened, and the lower half of a woman in greyish coveralls was all that could be seen of Astech Tomiko Darwin.
Kavellrist looked dumbfounded, his hand still on the hatch's manual pressure crank. In that moment of off-guard awe, I will admit I could do nothing less than smile. I suppose it was something of an impressive sight for the first timer–The stocky forms of Catapault and Dragon now standing across from each other as two great guardians of the forward hatch, aJenner and Blackjack against the other–two hundred and five tons of ferro-steel and firepower all at once could make even the most grizzled 'Mech pilot smile when they opened that door.
“Sir, you said...”
“I said congratulations. It's a girl, I think. Doctor Darwin, wouldn't you say so?”
“I don't see anything hanging between the actuators, Löjtnant,” came a voice from the legs of the Jenner's bay slot. One leg's knee joint was opened, and the lower half of a woman in greyish coveralls was all that could be seen of Astech Tomiko Darwin.
Kavellrist looked dumbfounded, his hand still on the hatch's manual pressure crank. In that moment of off-guard awe, I will admit I could do nothing less than smile. I suppose it was something of an impressive sight for the first timer–The stocky forms of Catapault and Dragon now standing across from each other as two great guardians of the forward hatch, aJenner and Blackjack against the other–two hundred and five tons of ferro-steel and firepower all at once could make even the most grizzled 'Mech pilot smile when they opened that door.
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A shell the size of the Dragon's cockpit slammed into a nearby crystal, shrouding the 'Mech in a thick grey-black. Sensors died one by one, even as I slammed the 'Mech into reverse. A familiar Jenner swam through the soup fifteen meters to my right, and a pale blue beam burned through the dust going the opposite direction.
“They've got a ******* Atlas,” came the frantic call from Njavskard. The crackling sign of a pair of particle projectile cannons echoed through the debris and a pair of lasers bored into the thick armor of my left leg.
“They've got a ******* Atlas,” came the frantic call from Njavskard. The crackling sign of a pair of particle projectile cannons echoed through the debris and a pair of lasers bored into the thick armor of my left leg.
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“Raven pilot. You and your 'Mech are hereby prisoner and property of the..." Words caught in my throat. "...Free Rasalhague Republic. Power down your 'Mech. Do this calmly, and we won't have any problems. Do anything stupid, and I swear to you, you won't see your own trigger pull.”
Without orders, Njavskard's Catapault emerged from a corridor of crystal, crouching low some two hundred meters in front of the disabled Raven. The massive barrels of her twin PPCs inched inwards to converge on the cockpit of the downed 'Mech.
The fuzz over our radios ceased quickly, and the Raven's cockpit hinged open.
Without orders, Njavskard's Catapault emerged from a corridor of crystal, crouching low some two hundred meters in front of the disabled Raven. The massive barrels of her twin PPCs inched inwards to converge on the cockpit of the downed 'Mech.
The fuzz over our radios ceased quickly, and the Raven's cockpit hinged open.
