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[AaronWolf]

...A deep breath escaped Aarons lungs as he sat back inside his damaged Raven. Peering out through the cracked cockpit windows to take in the yellow sky high above, smoke twisting from the ground up towards the hidden stars above-like the fingers of a dying giant trying desperately to claw at the sky.

A single loud 'POP' drew his attention back onto the damaged console infront of him. Eyes darting over the 'hole-y' console. Some wise-arsed Davion Spider pilot got the jump on him earlier and left quite a few parting gifts before he did himself in by falling into a pile of Marik units. Those machineguns did a nasty job on his controls and communications-nearly causing him to crash into a mountainside headfirst, before he got control again.

It was a long day...and hard fought. In the end they took the Orbital Cannon from the Davion units stationed here. The fighting was so intense at one point, he could only tell his opponents from his allies by the color schemes on their mechs. Having his IFF down, and communications mic just as broken, left him nearly blind as to who was who in that havoc.

But in the end, everyone made it out.

Mostly.

Crackling broke the silence once more, and a voice. Echoing through the chambers of Aarons head through his helmets headset. A single name popped up on the main screen: 'Grizzly'

"If we keep up like this, were going to take Wazan."

Another name popped up, but was only registered as "Unplugged". One of the members of his new unit. One which he was recently transferred to.

"We can only hope." Is all Aaron heard before he turned off the headset and pressed his face into the console. Taking respite in the silence, and knowledge, they had won the battle.



...But very far from winning the war...



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((Great fighting from everyone on Wazan on Thursday and Friday! Was awesome dropping with y'all, lets keep giving 'em hell!))

Edited by AaronWolf, 22 December 2014 - 06:14 AM.

[DevlinCognito]

Keep it coming

[AaronWolf]

It had been two days since the first hot drop onto the western continent of Wazan prime, and Aaron was growing tiresome of the dull clang against the outer hull of his Raven as it trudged through the snow. Ever since taking the Orbital station at Sil, he had been unable to fully repair and rearm, so a loose piece of metal was left unhindged to wave around in the air and provide a constant level of annoyance for the pilot within.


Thankfully, the soft Christmas music coming from his damaged console kept him from going insane. "Deeeeck the halls with boughs of holly-Fa-la-la-la-la-dah-dah-duh-dah!" Leaning forward in the cockpit to look outside, Aaron took in the darkened shapes of the supply convoy and his fellow 1st Regulan Hussars. Just as battle damaged as him. "Tis the season to be jolly, Fa-la-la-la-la-dah-dah-duh-dah!" And he was glad none of them could hear his atrocious singing at this point. Since it probably would leave a odd impression, and you know what they say about first impressions.


It was quite nice to be honest. The soft green, red, and white lights of the mechs and vehicles in the convoy-fitting music, and the right time of the year on his home planet-made it just right. Not to mention the wonderful snow fall. Sure, it obscured his vision, but it was comforting all the same.

A soft whistling drew his attention to the holes where the bullets had pierced the upper and middle canopy of his cockpit, eliciting a chill. Having done what he could (i.e. ripping parts of his flight jacket off and stuffing them into the holes) about the newly added orifices on his mechs face, it stemmed some of the cold weather from coming in. Maybe it was a bad idea destroying his clothing to do so, but he lacked anything at the moment to properly repair the damage. Hell, he was even missing his emergency fire extinguisher. Somehow it went missing whilst on the ship to Wazan. Probably one of the techs scavenged it off his Raven to put in some other mech.

Aaron was used to that. Being in the Third Militia taught him how they tended to take supplies and redistribute them to other locations. Usually to the detriment of pilots and infantrymen alike. And for such a well supplied unit, you would expect that it would discourage such actions.

'Oh well' was the only reaction he could conjure when finding it was gone right before the drop. Now he had wished that he had checked before deploying, multiple times.

Drawing another "Oh well" from him as he leaned back in his seat and enjoyed the sounds of Christmas drowning out the horrid clanging from outside...

"EYES UP!" a voice screamed into his brain, having torn through his speakers. A name appearing on his screen "Magnum" it read. "We have movement up ahead. Prime all your weapons pal's. Looks like we may have a fight."


Another named popped up as a voice joined in, it read as 'Undapants'.


"Could they be friendlies?"


"We are the only unit this far north now. Other then the defenders at Hutch Station." Magnum replied.


With deft movements, Aaron begin the sequences to open up the missile bays on his torso and prime his lasers-or the ones still working-for combat. He could not hold back a chuckle as he read the names on his screen as they talked back and forth. Obviously there was some stories behind these call signs.


"Hey, Newguy. Aaron. Move up and see what you can spot. You are our eyes in this." Magnum said as the comms died down.


Aaron quickly responded with a tap of his comm-key to signal an acknowledged command. Having taken to doing that recently, as his Mic was still dead. Softly depressing the footpedal, the Raven drove forward in a moderate ramp to half its max speed. Pushing the smaller Mech infront of the convoy with ease. As the others were of the Heavier breed of machines. Passing by the leading Awesome with care as to not crash into the walking behemoth that towered over the smaller Raven.


Before he knew it, Aaron was far ahead of the pack and seeing into the white wasteland, drenched in the darkness of night. Not even the caress of the moon consoled those travelling in the small snowstorm. With not a single light to go by, Aaron relied upon the few working sensors he had left to go off of. And hoped the ECM suite built into his Mech would keep him safe from his enemies out here in the darkness with him.

One thing he was happy about, was that his night vision was working still. Having turned it on the moment he drew away from his group-and turned off his lights.

Which he assumed the others were doing the same, he would not spare a moment to look back and check, his eyes had to be forward.

They only met the blanket of white snow coming down, and which had settled on the ground. Something was off though, a lot of the snow had been kicked up and crushed, like if it had been tread through by a large contingent of monsterous beings.

A soft ping on his radar alerted him to the position of the first unit which was off to his right. Down an embankment. The tracks were also leading that way as well. Quickly tapping a key he sent a message to halt to the convoy. Turning to the tracks he began to follow slowly. Using a small hill of snow to shield him from the sight of the base of the embankment, he began to search the comms channels slowly for any chatter he could find. Static, more static, and more static. No reactions on the radar. It was dead.

"DAMNIT!" Is all he said as he smacked the console with his hand. He was not one to try and stick his face into a bush to see what was in it, but he had to this time. Moving the machine forward slowly, he began to slip around the side of the hill and was able to just barely see a full lance of powered down mechs.

Cataphract, Jager, Centurion and a Locust. It did not take them long to realize they had been spotted-as they had been covered from the snow drift and could see better from their position than the others above could. It was not hard to see the peeking nose of the Raven spying on them pop out from the side of the hill of snow, slightly above the embankment.

Powering up, the Centurion snapshotted a single AC-20 round past the Ravens nose, just barely missing. Aaron did not need any more incentive to get out of dodge. Ducking back behind his snowy-cover, he quickly relayed what he had seen to his commanding officer.

"Try to lead them into us." Magnum said after receiving the message. Hitting the acknowledge button again, Aaron did what he did best. Act like a idiot. Slamming his foot down on the pedal, he launched himself past the hill, down the embankment and around the side of the powering up mechs-which were already trying to climb up the hill themselves.

One press of the trigger and a bright green laser reached out to stitch a long jagged scar along the back of the Cataphract, whoms back was turned to the smaller mech. Not bothering to stop and take in the sights, Aaron kept his break neck pace and fled past the turning Davion units to run up the other side of the hill. The sound of autocannon, lasers and missiles following in his wake ringing through the tin-can-with-legs that he drove.

The sound of machinegun drowned that out quickly. A single bright spear of blue light ripped into the side of his mechs back. The Locust. It was following him. Being faster and lighter than the others, it broke off to give chase after Aaron. Twisting the torso of his mech, he spread some of the heated ray over the less damaged armor on that side.

Swerving side to side, he made himself a slightly harder target to hit. But his bigger, and slower body made it hard to dodge the little *******. "Armor at twenty-five percent." Rung in his head as he continued to suffer the barrage, darting back and forth, making a zig-zagging pattern towards where his teammates had set up.


He wouldn't make it at this rate.


Slamming on the break, he made a hairpin turn and opened up with all his missiles and lasers into the Locust. Either the sudden surprise of the Raven turning around and fighting-or the missiles and lasers impacting on the small mechs frame, made the pilot panic and swerve off as armor flew in every which direction-and searing light had left a nice parting gift over the machinegun barrels of one arm. Melting them together.

Not bothering to continue his assault, he once more jammed his foot into the go-pedal and rocketed off back on course. Luck won out again as several missiles impacted where he had once stood.

"Only a little bit more..."

He said to himself, almost back-a sudden shake of the mech nearly sent the Raven face first into the snow. Klaxons going off, red light filling the cockpit. "REACTOR CRITICAL DAMAGE. POWER AT SEVENTY-FIVE PERCENT. ELECTRONIC COUNTERMEASURES DOWN." The female mechanical voice shouted into his speakers.


Reminding him he is about to die.


Darting his eyes up to the damage display, his back armor had been completely stripped and the core was flashing red. Snapping his torso to the left, he had to use it like a shield to keep his mech from turning into a walking explosive with the most minute of fire. Unable to see the direction hes going, he had to look out the side of the shot up cockpit glass to see anything. Which was next on impossible.

If that was the worst of it, he may have been happy-but that Locust decided to be a pain in the ass again and wash away all chances of being happy for the moment.

"HARD LEFT AARON!" he heard on the Comms, taking a hard left, several hot blue plasma shots zipped past and ripped the Locust nearly in half. Shearing off the mechs leg at the stem. Ejection pod activating, throwing its pilot out like a youth throwing out bile after a bit too much alcohol.

Twisting his torso back forward, Aaron had found himself amidst his Unit once more, they had taken up defensive positions. Ready to intercept the enemy forces whom were on his heels.

It did not take long for them to arrive. And their buddy obviously wasn't able to get the news off about the Mariks lying in wait for them. As their Cataphract came face first with their Awesome and a Hunchback. Sparks flew, light lit up the night, and missiles found their marks like a bunch of angry suicidal bees with bombs strapped to them.

They must have not been very well trained or organized. As they came around the corner with little to no regard for their own life. If they had only a few more with them, it could have worked in their favor. The Cataphract having taken so much damage, literally exploded from one side. Some of its ammo must have been hit, as its left torso blew out and rocked the Centurion which was coming up to fight alongside its brother in arms.

Then the fight was a bit more pitched. Their Jager pilot was obviously seasoned, and was able to move back and keep a steady stream of autocannon fire on the group. Suppressing movement forward, as the Centurion backed up, one arm drooping down towards the ground, as its arm servo and shoulder had gotten hit by the explosion.

By luck, the Jagers autocannons jammed, giving time for the whole unit to move up and engage. The fighting became a blur of fire for a short while. Tearing and ripping the two mechs piece by piece.

Some fire was returned, but it was mainly one sided. The Awesome was literally a walking plume of steam as it fired again and again. Pouring shots from its PPCs into the smaller of the two mechs. Meanwhile the Hunchback, focused on the Jager. Their Cicada (which had been in the back) moved up as well to focus on the Jager as well. Aaron brought himself into the fight from the rear as well, doing what he could without exposing his back.

With the full force of a lance firing down their throats-it was not long before the enemy was smoking craters. Only the Jager pilot had escaped in their pod, like the Locust. The Cataphract pilot and Centurion pilots were not as lucky.

"Merry Christmas..." A voice said into the comms. The name "Kwankung" showing up on Aarons screen. "Just another day on Wazan." Aaron said to himself within the confines of his cockpit.

The fighting had ended...





...For now.





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((Keep up the good fighting on Wazan, both Marik and Davion!))

Edited by AaronWolf, 22 December 2014 - 11:46 AM.

[wasder unguided]

This story isn't complete until I come in and save the day and get the girl, or two... Aaron get on it!

[AaronWolf]

wasder unguided, on 22 December 2014 - 12:45 PM, said:

This story isn't complete until I come in and save the day and get the girl, or two... Aaron get on it!

Adding more soon! I will take these things into consideration.

[PhoenixNMGLB]

Thanks for sharing this, great fun reading it.

[AaronWolf]

"How far are we?" Unguided said into the comms.

"I have no clue." Magnum responded rather frustrated.

"Shouldn't we have seen it by now?" DeadGuy added after their captain spoke.

"I have no clue guys." Magnum continued. "Lets just keep going this way."

This is how the last two days has been. Aarons mech lacking most of its sensor capabilities due to damage, and none of the other units within their group having a proper means to map their whereabouts-nor contact Hutch Station-had left them wandering along a very deeply tread down vehicle path.

Rubbing his forehead, Aaron just tried to not pay attention to the constant whine, grating and hissing coming from the damaged engine. The banging outside from the armor piece which had annoyed him earlier-was a cake walk in comparison.

Thankfully, the convoy of infantry vehicles and supply trucks were undamaged during the scuffle the night before. Like a long snake made of steel, they winded around curves and bends as one, following behind their much taller protectors.

"Its not like we can stop and ask for directions..." Kwankung added after awhile. Several of the others laughed, Magnum was trying to-but it came out as more of a frustrated groan.

"At least we are not being shot at." Undapants said. He was at the back of the Pack with Unguided at the moment, serving as a rear guard with Aaron and Deadguy.

The ribbing and jokes commenced after that. Flooding the comms with rather colorful language from all sides of the periphery...



...It was the final ridge that they crested, which brought a deep relief to the weary group. Hutch Station. Large walls surrounded it like a pen, with turrets as watchguards atop their tall heights.

What was once a Sword-And-Sun symbol on the front door-had been completely X'd out. And a single, half-crazed looking Purple Eagle was placed in the upper hand corner. Its grin was quite catchy if you looked at it long enough. And had twisted enough of a mind to enjoy that kinda thing.

The Comms lit up with a single somewhat sarcastic voice: "Delta?"

Magnum replied according with "Boom Boom."

"Alright, come on in." The voice said after a moment, the doors starting to open up to the convoy. Taking up positions near the entrance, the Hussars allowed the vehicles in first. Giving overwatch for them until they were fully safe.

"Who in hell came up with that password?" Unplugged asked over the channel, shifting his Cicada to look over the path they had came from.

"No clue. Whoever it was, had a few screws loose." Magnum replied.

As the final vehicle passed into the safety of the Station, the Hussars followed suit and joined...



...Three days it had been since they arrived at Hutch. It was rather crazy, but now it was dying down. The ceasefire had given everyone a nice reprieve from the constant sound of artillery shells and nearly deaf technicians shouting at each other over the din to try and get parts to repair the machines under their care.

Aaron finally had an actual chance to meet his commanding officer, his second and the rest of the crew. It was a enlightening experience-as he had been used to rather uptight individuals in the Militia. The Hussars were a bit...different. To say the least!

Having spent the last four days arguing over random things. Playing games of holo-chess. Drinking. Joking. Reveling while they could. As the war was on their doorstep, it just couldn't ring the bell at the moment.

Some hightlights from the goings on:

Roadbeer commandeered Aarons Raven to use as a portable horn, to berate, rib and jab the Davion units whom had taken up residence in the canyon not far from them.

The Seraphim units stationed at Hutch had spent the day decorating the place. Probably the most christmas lights anyone has seen in one place outside of a giant metropolitan city.

The Gunfighters started a small bottle-shootout to pass the time and keep their minds sharp. (Meanwhile the Whiskey kicked in, dulling it a bit. Atleast those whom partook.)

Speaking of Whiskey, there was rumors of a specific year being somewhere on base, which sprung a small scavenger hunt. (To no avail. It seemed to be just a rumor.)

Music was played constantly. The Davion units seemed a bit less cheery than the Mariks, but they joined in the playing of old Terra tunes. I don't think they could've helped it, they were out in the snow, with a heavy storm berating them.

A couple of tents caught on fire, as someone thought it was a good idea to try and breath fire, with the aide of a lighter and high alcohol drink. (Which must have been made in the engine compartment of a rusty ol'warwagon, since it tasted like a*s and rust.)

​All the Privates in multiple companies woke up early to sing carols at their CO's corresponding sleeping quarters. Which lead to some heavy handed latrine duties, and some laughter.

Overall, it looked to be a good Christmas this year. It may be their last, but it was a good one...



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((HAVE A GREAT CHRISTMAS! TO EVERYONE! I won't be posting more till after the ceasefire is done. Which I am bound to have a lot more to put down.))

Edited by AaronWolf, 23 December 2014 - 08:28 AM.

[Kraven Kor]

Needs moar hot mech-on-mech action.

[Vincent J Magnum]

LOL Do I really sound like that on comms.....sheesh. And what moron would use boom boom for a password LMAO. Good Job Aaron, ever thought of writing a BT Novel or two?

[AaronWolf]

Vincent J Magnum, on 23 December 2014 - 11:40 AM, said:

LOL Do I really sound like that on comms.....sheesh. And what moron would use boom boom for a password LMAO. Good Job Aaron, ever thought of writing a BT Novel or two?

I throw spins on things. And I have considered it a couple times. I am a long way from professionally writing though. XD

Once I hang around you guys more, I can more easily get personalities down on paper. Or...computer...1s and 0s. DIGITAL PAPER.

Kraven Kor, on 23 December 2014 - 09:18 AM, said:

Needs moar hot mech-on-mech action.

You will like the After-Ceasefire part then. After the Ceasefire. That is.

[AaronWolf]

...As with all good things, they come to an end-as did the peace of the Holiday and the Ceasefire. Word came down the line that all troops still stationed on the planet were to lift off and immediately redeploy elsewhere-as the Federated Commonwealth had begun to assault Marik controlled planets. Also the fact that the Davion units had completely taken over each outpost with their rolling attacks. Having thrown so many troops at each position that they won through sheer number leading up to the holiday ceasefire.

To such a degree that many stations were left mostly undefended with but a few token units of infantry, vehicles and turrets. Not wishing to lose an excess of life to try and stem the advance when already being hard press elsewhere.

What bothered most of the soldiers at Hutch, was the fact it was kept from their knowledge up until the last moment when they would be needed elsewhere. Or it may have been the fact that their communications had been broken up until just a day ago.

Either way, soldiers lined up near the landing zone for their dropships in order to escape the frigid cold and this damned planet. Having lost so much, and gained next to nothing for it. All but a few were dead silent as the dropships fell from the sky.

The sound of the engines was numbing as they all watched the descending ships. Pushing away the thoughts of loss which they had now had to cope with-not that of the planet being taken, but the loss of life. Friends. Family. All for nothing at this point.

At least, it felt like that for many.

Looking like some weird version of Noahs ark, mechs, infantry and vehicle alike began to slowly file up into the dropships as their ramp-doors opened up.

Several minutes into loading, a single voice broke out over the loud speaker: "WERE COMING BACK FOR YOU! FOR WAZAN, AND ALL THOSE WHO FOUGHT AND DIED FOR IT!"

Eliciting a loud cheer from the assembled soldiers as the bay doors closed and the ships began to lift off....




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Several Days Later.
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Several bright beams of light ripped across the torso of Aarons new Spider, having lost his Raven in the first hot drop due to a faulty drop-jet. Having landed wrong and nearly sent his cockpit into the ground to crush him. Only the help of one of his squadmates kept himself from becoming a smear in the cockpit.

Luckily Unguided had landed first and heard the issues Aaron had, and was able to get to the drop site spot before he landed. Using the body of his Catapult as a stanchion to catch the toppling Raven as it crashed to the earth at a weird angle due to the faulty jet.

Disentangling himself from the now rather wrecked Raven (Its leg and ankle actuator in the left leg had seized up and refused to react), he hoofed it to the mechbay down below the station they were dropped at. He wasn't even sure what the name was at this point.

They were told they were being hot dropped onto Dubhe to support what few men were already there fending off the Steiner assault.

One of the few mechs still left operational down in the bay was a secular old-age Spider, half painted purple and the other half painted green. Obviously it had been sitting in there awhile.

Luckily, it worked.

And the bad paint job was nullified by the fact that lasers had been the greatest adversary he had encountered this day-other than the flighty nature of the Spider in comparison to the heavier feeling Raven.

So far it had worked out well. Even with several gouges in his upper left torso, the Spider was holding up.

Magnum was up in the front with his Awesome, Unguided in the back with his Catapult, Unplugged in front with his Cicada, Undapants was in his Hunchback, Jedge was dropped in his Orion, DeadGuy was also in a Orion as well. Kwankung had also switched to using a Awesome. With this amount of Orange being fielded, it was like watching a mobile sun with a bunch of lasers and guns going off as it paraded its way down the field.

The Seraphim on site had done an amazing job keeping the Steiners at bay, giving the Marik reinforcements more than enough breathing room to aide them without being immediately pressured.

But it was not to last, as the planet was quickly being turned into a stomping ground for those blue-fisted-********. Now it was just making them pay for each inch they wanted to take.

Using the broken rubble of what was once a wall, Aaron, Magnum, and Unplugged kept the front from being breached as the more damaged mechs from the earlier defense moved back to prepare their exit off planet.

Missile after missile flew high above to pelt the enemies beyond the hole, guided by none other than Unguided Catapult. Several of the enemy assaults tried again and again to breach the hole, but were quickly stemmed by the mass of explosives brought from on high-down upon them.

And the few which were dumb enough to keep pushing, were met with more firepower than they could withstand.

One very foolhardy Atlas decided it would try and break the line. Only finding that PPC's, LRMs an a plethora of Lasers disagreed. Most of its upper body and arms having been turned into a practice target for the assembled pilots.


Meanwhile on the other side, Deadguy, Jedge, Undapants and Kwan supported the rear which was slowly falling. Having been hit with more artillery than the rest of the complex-it was holding up, thankfully. Multiple waves of mechs were thrown at that wall and was only stunted by the four defenders and the other two from other platoons which were fresh enough to hold back. Killite and Dravan, one in a Raven, the other in a Orion.

Smoldering craters of what once were mechs littered there entrance to the rear, leading up to the doorway and some even made it past the portal to only fall like their kin, into piles of destroyed refuse, as their pilot flew out in a ejection pod.

Drop ship after drop ship landed and picked up remaining defenders as the fighting intensified. More Steiner troops continued to make their way towards the fighters.

Minutes seemed like years as the two sides fought, until their dropship arrived. Having to abandon their defensive positions and make their way back towards the ship, the enemy finally was able to fully breach the walls.

The first few through the front portal of entry, were a small lance of lights and mediums. Two Commandos, a Hunchback and a Trebuchet. Magnum was slowly backing off from the wall as the group came in, firing all three of his PPCs into the crowd-he managed to make them split up and out of formation. Nicking the Trebuchet in the arm as it hadn't got out of the way in time.

Bright blue particles crackled and hissed as it burned their way into the machines armor, leaving a huge gouge where once the armor had once been.

One of the Commandos fell almost instantaneously under the heavy barrage of missiles being thrown into its body by Unguideds Catapult, though it did manage to land several beams of laser fire across Unpluggeds Cicada. It barely did anything to the mech though, having only topically reconfigured the armors paintjob.

In response, Unplugged laid into the other Commando, pouring his full arsenal into the smaller mechs side at it tried to skirt to his flank. Large pieces of steel flew off as something exploded in the poor machines arm. Almost knocking the smaller Mech over.

That did not stop the Commando though, it was making a bee-line for the Dropship! And for some reason, the mech was not firing back, it was just running for the Dropship alone.

Breaking off from the group, Aaron gave chase.

On the other side, Kwan, Kilite and Dravan began to move back to their next fighting position as Jedge, Undapants and Deadguy kept the next wave of mechs from advancing. Taking to hopping positions back and forth. Leapfrogging their way back-as they had the cover to fight from, unlike in the front of the base.

Once Jedge, Undapants and Deadguy moved back to the second fighting position-the Steiner forces pushed in. And they were not saving any expense this time. Two Atlas, a Zeus and a Cataphract. With a small pack of Lights, made up of mostly Firestarters and Commandos. Light filled the sky and space between them with a multitude of weapons fire. Ducking back and forth out of cover, Jedge and Deadguy continued to empty round after round down range into the charging Assaults. The fire returned was heavy, but they were using the buildings to the best of their abilities.

Undapants, Killite, Dravan and Kwan, kept the lights from moving about and getting past their bigger kin without risking their lives-not wishing to be flanked in a place where little was keeping them from being overrun.

The dropship, seeing that both sides were haggard by the oncoming attack, opened up with its lasers, giving support on both sides for the defenders, as they made their way back.

On the other side, Aaron chased down the Commando right before it reached the landing platform. Both of his medium lasers severing the smaller mechs leg off at the knee. Sending the machine face first into the ground-where it exploded in a giant ball of fire!

The mere concussion from the blast almost knocked Aaron out and threw his mech backward onto the ground. Shaking his head, he got started to stand his mech up. 'Why in the world did it explode like that!?' he thought to himself. Must have been carrying too much ammunition? Was it filled with explosives?

Who in their right mind would send soldiers to their death in bomb laden mechs?

It couldn't be...



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((EDIT: Hey guys, gonna work on another part later, right now rushing as I am at work.))

Edited by AaronWolf, 26 December 2014 - 10:58 AM.

[Vincent J Magnum]

*waits patiently for the next installment of the adventures of the 1st RH*

[Kochevnik Pryde]

Aaron Wolf, sir, I salute you.
About two days into the Battle of Asuncion, I decided I would write a short story about it, primarily based on Seraphim RCT lore.

Once I got a few chapters in, I decided it would be a full novel.
Now, I've decided that there will be three novels; The Defense of Asuncion, Pilgrimage Home, and Return to Asuncion.
Would you mind collaborating with me once I roll around to writing the second book? It will be concerning the entire campaign necessary to take back Asuncion, setting the stage for Return to Asuncion.
I haven't yet read everything you've written in this thread, -yet-, but once I do (likely late tonight when less distractions abound) I'll be more informed about the style of writing you use and how it could potentiality be compatible.

Just throwing this idea out there, for the pure, simple, and truthful reason of; I like it when I read 'home-made' lore stories about BattleTech.
Your call what you do with the idea: yea, nay, or draw.




(All titles are work-in-progress, and given the book is based on Seraphim Regiment lore, the primary setting of the book will be based on the viewpoints of its members.)

God bless!

[Hammer Hand]

Great stuff! Keep it Coming!