No replies to this topic

[Sean Kerenskov]

Twas the Night before Mech-Mas

(Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)

Twas the night before Mech-mas, throughout the Inner Sphere.
Not a reactor was purring, too quiet I feared.
The Battlemechs were stowed in their Mech Bays with care,
in hopes that their Drop Ships soon would be there.

The Warriors were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of gauss rifles danced in their heads.
And after much mischief on the HPG map,
my team-mates had finally settled down for a nap.

When outside near dawn there arose such a clatter,
I ran to the Mech Bay to see what was the matter.
Away to my cockpit I flew like a flash,
lit off my reactor and prepared for a clash!

The moon on the breast of the Frozen City snow
gave the lustre of mid-day to Battlemechs below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a full twelve-man team, and they were drawing quite near!

With a little old Raven, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
More rapid than eagles his lance-mates they came,
lasers sparkled and glistened, as onward they came!

A Dire Wolf! An Atlas! A Catapult! A Huggin!
A really mixed group! They all must be PUGgin!
Jump Jets lit like torches as three Mechs cleared a wall!
My Lance-mates arrived, and we readied to brawl!

As dry leaves that before the hurricane's ire,
Mech's rounded a corner and we focused fire!
So up to the roof-tops on Jump Jets they flew,
A Cheetah, a Victor, and a Summoner too.

Our lasers were twinkling as we savaged that roof!
There goes a component in an explosive poof!
As I quickly walked backwards so I could cool down,
that dastardly Summoner jumped in with a bound.

He was camo-ed quite well, from his head to his foot,
but his armor was now tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of C-Streaks he had slung on his back,
And he was looking for targets! He was on the attack!

His missile launcher twinkled! Too many he carried!
Hits blossomed like roses! I thought I was buried!
But his left leg went missing! My team-mate's hard blow!
And there goes the other! He's down in the snow!

A stump for a right arm - I gritted my teeth -
and the smoke, it encircled my Mech like a wreath.
It's been a tough skirmish, we're down seven to nine.
They're making a push! Quick! Reform a line!

Out came a Dire Wolf, I'm suddenly sick,
but I laughed when I noticed he's a weaponless stick!
My team mate shot the next one right in the head,
as that Mech hit the ground I had nothing to dread.

We spoke not a word, but went straight to work.
We gunned down a Spider, it tumbled and jerked.
I twist to the right, spread the enemy's blows,
And I notice my Lance-mate as on Jump Jets he rose!

He dispatched a target! I took out another!
We focused a Cataphract! We've got this now brother!
And I heard him exclaim, as that Dire came in sight,
"Happy Mech-mas to all, and to all a good-night!"