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Windschreiter, on 14 October 2016 - 06:36 AM, said:
Category 3 - unnamed heroes; 1300 words
Twelve
Back in 3024 DC liaison was looking for a light Mech-only company to garrison the world of Valentino near the DC/FS Border. They were putting out good money for a low risk job – it was too good an opportunity for our CO Nicole „The Queen“ Renner to let it slip by.
So in June the “242nd Suicide Kings“ were setting up garrison on a hellish world full of Volcanoes. It was all very quiet and we got used to the hot temperatures, fooled around and thought we were the kings of this world.
We were playing a game of draw poker. I just picked up my Hand. Went through the Cards – Ace of Spades… Ace of Clubs… Eight of Clubs… Eight of Spades… „SADDLE UP! WE MOVE OUT!“ the Queen shouted as she was running to her Phoenix Hawk. We dropped our cards and the guys saw my hand, as we started to run to our Mechs Joe said: “Don’t worry – this means nothing!“ with a canny smile he dodged over to his Raven. “Worry? When I find the time I will“ I thought to myself as I scrambled up to the cockpit of my JR7-F.
Damn its hot in here before even powering up. Already sweating I flip the buttons to engage the starting sequence while pulling my neurohelmet on. Then came the sensation. All systems nominal. “Striker lance report in!“
“Striker Two – Jenny and I are good to go!“
“Striker four – Ready“
“Striker Three? What’s your status?“ – “Just a Sec Sarge“ -“„Damn it Joe! Command and Pursuit are already moving!“ – “Ready“
We made haste to regroup with the others. The Queen was briefing us on the go. Obviously some FedSuns Raiders sneaked to the Surface. Intel reported 8-12 Mechs moving to “Terra Therma“ – a huge volcano with a thermal power plant in its centre.
”Suicide Kings listen up! We take position up high in D5 and wait for them. If things go south so do we – our escape route is through the centre up to H6.“
The first sign of the enemy was a double PPC shot tearing through the armour of Charles’ Wasp Right torso setting of the Ammo. The Wasp got engulfed in a Ball of fire and then was gone. Charles was gone. “Windschreiter and Vertigo take Lances Striker and Pursuit down there and mix ‘em up! Tell us what we’re fighting!”
The Queen started sniping away with her large laser joined by both Panthers PPCs. With the high outside temperatures they wouldn’t be able to hold up the barrage for long. We threw our Mechs to a full run down to D4. “Striker Lance we move D4/C4 and try to get their backs!”
PPCs and Laserbolts were flashing over our heads. The Davies don’t seem to have adopted to temps, they fire too fast. Well at least they might be shutdown or riding the red line when we get them.
A Warhammer appearing on our right flank turned that “when” to an “if”. He let loose a volley of Medium Lasers and SRMs. The Lasers found the Right leg of the Raven, most of the SRMs went wide.
“DAMN HE GOT ME!” Joe was screaming at the edge of panic. Turning to the Raven I saw that he was limping – without his speed he was no match for the Warhammer. “Striker Lance! Take down Alpha NOW!” I ordered as I marked the Warhammer as Alpha. The Raven was desperately trying to get away, but his opponent wouldn’t let his prey escape that easy.
Firing both PPCs at once shut the Hammer down. Bloodlust soared in my ears. He. Was. Going. Down. I charged at him firing two lasers a time to avoid overheating.
The Warhammer tried to back off as soon as he powered up again, but it was too late. We were over him. Both Jenners and the LCT tore through his back armour. Laser and Machine gun fire released the mini sun inside. Cooking the pilot alive.
Still high on adrenaline we returned to Joe and his Raven.
“Come on Joe, we get you to cover!” – no response. As I moved closer I saw why: the PPCs both hit the cockpit. Leaving only a black hole where my Friend sat. Tears were dwelling up my eyes.
“we’re a couple of shooting stars, Joe, and we’ll never be stopped.” I murmured in my cockpit unable to do anything… think anything …
“STRIKER LANCE WHERE ARE YOU?!”
Thrown back to reality I checked my Minimap: only six of us left. “We ran into trouble – Joe’s dead...”
“GET A GRIP WINDSCHREITER! Regroup in D6!”
Adrenaline kicked in again – rage took over and carried me on.
Two Firestarters and the Queens PHX we’re fighting two Wolverines when we joined up on them.
They were too focussed on our Phoenix Hawk that they didn’t notice us until our Lasers found them. It was a brawly mess, Lasers melting armour, autocannon shells flying through the air with the thunder echoing from the nearby mountains.
We focussed our fire on one Wolverine, but the heat was affecting our targeting and he was very agile. Almost dancing through our fire. Not good enough. Conrad charged his Jenny up beside the WVR and alpha’d his leg off. The Wolverine fell. Jenny froze in place. And was gone.
The rest of us ripped apart the fallen Wolverine viciously, but the other WVR took his chance and ran.
“We take him down! Come with me! “ I shouted over the comms. “Negative! There are 4 more contacts that way, Windschreiter. We retreat.”
“But…”
“This is war, Windschreiter… Pe-“
Two PPCs hit Fernandez’ Firestarter right torso from behind, cutting through the paper thin armour and wreaking havoc in the delicate internals and ripping the right torso off the Mech. “MOVE” the Queen ordered as the Firestarters right arm dropped useless to the ground.
We turned and ran towards the entry. Then another double PPC hit on Fernandez’ Firestarter broke through the armour of the centre torso unleashing the energy of artificial lightning in its interior, disintegrating the Firestarter.
Only four left. Charging.
“Keep pushing, He’ll shut down soon if he keeps up that rate of fire!”
Romero lead the Charge in his Locust. Moving up the ramp he got obscured by rocks.
“BATTLEMASTER!” was the last thing he said – then he disappeared from the Radar.
Three left.
The three of us turned the corner and only 100 meters ahead stood a Battlemaster. In the next instant the air was filled with Medium Lasers, PPCs and SRMs from the BLR – vaporising our second Firestarter.
Two left.
The Battlemaster still wouldn’t shut down. My targeting computer finally labelled it as “HELLSLINGER”
“Push past him! WE NEED TO GET OUT!”
At 30 meters his PPCs were useless. But not his Medium Lasers and SRMs. And then the Queen was gone.
I don’t know how I got past him or through the centre to our escape point. When I got there I lost one arm and most of my armour. And my entire unit. My friends. My family.
I will find the Hellslingler and I will take him down.
All that’s left from the 242nd Suicide Kings is me and this song from ancient Terra:
„They were twelve of the bravest men that I've ever seen
They were waiting on a mountain top to defend their queen
Against the rambling troops of bandits hiding in the stormy night
And when they heard hollow steps nearing they knew they had to fight
They were twelve and they were fighting,
Their blood covering their hands
Against the growing crowd of enemies no one of them could stand
Just the youngest of our brave men was resisting in his rage
But when he also fell he left this world at fifteen years of age
They were twelve of the bravest men that I have ever seen
Much too young and much too courageous and much too valiant“
(authors note: I know that the Hellslinger has some L2 tech in it, but I figured there might have been a version with 3025 tech - update: read up on it on Sarna[should've done that beforehand *cough] so a Star League era Mech still around in 305* had been around in 3024 )
Edit: Authors note 2: Song is called "Twelve" by Peter Heppner
Edit2: added category and word count
Edit3: corrected category and Authors note
Twelve
Back in 3024 DC liaison was looking for a light Mech-only company to garrison the world of Valentino near the DC/FS Border. They were putting out good money for a low risk job – it was too good an opportunity for our CO Nicole „The Queen“ Renner to let it slip by.
So in June the “242nd Suicide Kings“ were setting up garrison on a hellish world full of Volcanoes. It was all very quiet and we got used to the hot temperatures, fooled around and thought we were the kings of this world.
We were playing a game of draw poker. I just picked up my Hand. Went through the Cards – Ace of Spades… Ace of Clubs… Eight of Clubs… Eight of Spades… „SADDLE UP! WE MOVE OUT!“ the Queen shouted as she was running to her Phoenix Hawk. We dropped our cards and the guys saw my hand, as we started to run to our Mechs Joe said: “Don’t worry – this means nothing!“ with a canny smile he dodged over to his Raven. “Worry? When I find the time I will“ I thought to myself as I scrambled up to the cockpit of my JR7-F.
Damn its hot in here before even powering up. Already sweating I flip the buttons to engage the starting sequence while pulling my neurohelmet on. Then came the sensation. All systems nominal. “Striker lance report in!“
“Striker Two – Jenny and I are good to go!“
“Striker four – Ready“
“Striker Three? What’s your status?“ – “Just a Sec Sarge“ -“„Damn it Joe! Command and Pursuit are already moving!“ – “Ready“
We made haste to regroup with the others. The Queen was briefing us on the go. Obviously some FedSuns Raiders sneaked to the Surface. Intel reported 8-12 Mechs moving to “Terra Therma“ – a huge volcano with a thermal power plant in its centre.
”Suicide Kings listen up! We take position up high in D5 and wait for them. If things go south so do we – our escape route is through the centre up to H6.“
The first sign of the enemy was a double PPC shot tearing through the armour of Charles’ Wasp Right torso setting of the Ammo. The Wasp got engulfed in a Ball of fire and then was gone. Charles was gone. “Windschreiter and Vertigo take Lances Striker and Pursuit down there and mix ‘em up! Tell us what we’re fighting!”
The Queen started sniping away with her large laser joined by both Panthers PPCs. With the high outside temperatures they wouldn’t be able to hold up the barrage for long. We threw our Mechs to a full run down to D4. “Striker Lance we move D4/C4 and try to get their backs!”
PPCs and Laserbolts were flashing over our heads. The Davies don’t seem to have adopted to temps, they fire too fast. Well at least they might be shutdown or riding the red line when we get them.
A Warhammer appearing on our right flank turned that “when” to an “if”. He let loose a volley of Medium Lasers and SRMs. The Lasers found the Right leg of the Raven, most of the SRMs went wide.
“DAMN HE GOT ME!” Joe was screaming at the edge of panic. Turning to the Raven I saw that he was limping – without his speed he was no match for the Warhammer. “Striker Lance! Take down Alpha NOW!” I ordered as I marked the Warhammer as Alpha. The Raven was desperately trying to get away, but his opponent wouldn’t let his prey escape that easy.
Firing both PPCs at once shut the Hammer down. Bloodlust soared in my ears. He. Was. Going. Down. I charged at him firing two lasers a time to avoid overheating.
The Warhammer tried to back off as soon as he powered up again, but it was too late. We were over him. Both Jenners and the LCT tore through his back armour. Laser and Machine gun fire released the mini sun inside. Cooking the pilot alive.
Still high on adrenaline we returned to Joe and his Raven.
“Come on Joe, we get you to cover!” – no response. As I moved closer I saw why: the PPCs both hit the cockpit. Leaving only a black hole where my Friend sat. Tears were dwelling up my eyes.
“we’re a couple of shooting stars, Joe, and we’ll never be stopped.” I murmured in my cockpit unable to do anything… think anything …
“STRIKER LANCE WHERE ARE YOU?!”
Thrown back to reality I checked my Minimap: only six of us left. “We ran into trouble – Joe’s dead...”
“GET A GRIP WINDSCHREITER! Regroup in D6!”
Adrenaline kicked in again – rage took over and carried me on.
Two Firestarters and the Queens PHX we’re fighting two Wolverines when we joined up on them.
They were too focussed on our Phoenix Hawk that they didn’t notice us until our Lasers found them. It was a brawly mess, Lasers melting armour, autocannon shells flying through the air with the thunder echoing from the nearby mountains.
We focussed our fire on one Wolverine, but the heat was affecting our targeting and he was very agile. Almost dancing through our fire. Not good enough. Conrad charged his Jenny up beside the WVR and alpha’d his leg off. The Wolverine fell. Jenny froze in place. And was gone.
The rest of us ripped apart the fallen Wolverine viciously, but the other WVR took his chance and ran.
“We take him down! Come with me! “ I shouted over the comms. “Negative! There are 4 more contacts that way, Windschreiter. We retreat.”
“But…”
“This is war, Windschreiter… Pe-“
Two PPCs hit Fernandez’ Firestarter right torso from behind, cutting through the paper thin armour and wreaking havoc in the delicate internals and ripping the right torso off the Mech. “MOVE” the Queen ordered as the Firestarters right arm dropped useless to the ground.
We turned and ran towards the entry. Then another double PPC hit on Fernandez’ Firestarter broke through the armour of the centre torso unleashing the energy of artificial lightning in its interior, disintegrating the Firestarter.
Only four left. Charging.
“Keep pushing, He’ll shut down soon if he keeps up that rate of fire!”
Romero lead the Charge in his Locust. Moving up the ramp he got obscured by rocks.
“BATTLEMASTER!” was the last thing he said – then he disappeared from the Radar.
Three left.
The three of us turned the corner and only 100 meters ahead stood a Battlemaster. In the next instant the air was filled with Medium Lasers, PPCs and SRMs from the BLR – vaporising our second Firestarter.
Two left.
The Battlemaster still wouldn’t shut down. My targeting computer finally labelled it as “HELLSLINGER”
“Push past him! WE NEED TO GET OUT!”
At 30 meters his PPCs were useless. But not his Medium Lasers and SRMs. And then the Queen was gone.
I don’t know how I got past him or through the centre to our escape point. When I got there I lost one arm and most of my armour. And my entire unit. My friends. My family.
I will find the Hellslingler and I will take him down.
All that’s left from the 242nd Suicide Kings is me and this song from ancient Terra:
„They were twelve of the bravest men that I've ever seen
They were waiting on a mountain top to defend their queen
Against the rambling troops of bandits hiding in the stormy night
And when they heard hollow steps nearing they knew they had to fight
They were twelve and they were fighting,
Their blood covering their hands
Against the growing crowd of enemies no one of them could stand
Just the youngest of our brave men was resisting in his rage
But when he also fell he left this world at fifteen years of age
They were twelve of the bravest men that I have ever seen
Much too young and much too courageous and much too valiant“
(authors note: I know that the Hellslinger has some L2 tech in it, but I figured there might have been a version with 3025 tech - update: read up on it on Sarna[should've done that beforehand *cough] so a Star League era Mech still around in 305* had been around in 3024 )
Edit: Authors note 2: Song is called "Twelve" by Peter Heppner
Edit2: added category and word count
Edit3: corrected category and Authors note
Jesus, Windschreiter that was some terrific piece of Battletech literature!