An exerpt from the beginning of the Black Lions..
[color="red"]Fallen Red[/color]
The Universe had witnessed many wars throughout its history. They began long ago , on a planet called Terra... A world long since lost.. A place long since forgotten. From Terra humans expanded , and with them came more wars. The Succession Wars , the Clan Wars , and eventually.. War between the Kerensky Clans themselves. Decades of war...Centuries of war. From the ashes of the once strong forces of Kerensky a new civilation arose though. One not unlike the one the clans had hoped to bring to the innersphere..an age they wouldn't have pictured in their worst nightmares.
With most of the fighting over, those who survived looked forward to peace...But as human history had proven , there would be little of that to come. The fractions of society , eerily similar to what was once known as the Star league , again fell into war. A terrible war that left no one unscathed. Planets were lost... Whole star systems were deserted. Some speak of the very stars themselves being used as weapons. Human History as it has been known to do , repeated itself for the thousandth time as the bright , new civilization plunged head first into the dark ages.
Out of the darkness 7 orders emerged though... Some new , some almost reconizable as the last remnants of an age long lost. This is where the wages of blood, iron, and fire created a new way of life. Past dreams of peace were forgotten as the word peace itself became synonamos only with death. The first four went quickly.. Not strong enough to stand the most important test.. time. Only three remained after that. The "Silent Red" clan , "Blitzen Dawn" , and the "Iron Hawks." Blitzen Dawn and the Iron Hawks would later combine to take down the Silent Red in what would be known for many years as the Battle of Syan , named after the particular crater the Silent Red were finally driven into.
A lone summoner, it’s pilot knocked unconscious, wandered aimlessly towards the horizon. Alongside the cabin was the pilot’s name: [SR] Drifter , a liuetenant. He was knocked unconscious during the heavy fighting, leaving fate to guide him to safety. The Silent Red had lost, but not easily, taking down the forces of Blitzen Dawn and crippling the Steel Hawks before they drew their final breaths. Jason Worthing , call sign Drifter , awoke to find himself inside a mechbay. The autopilot on the Summoner had taken him back to the last surviving hangar, where it would later be serviced. The nearly half-destroyed and abandoned mech center was far from perfect , but for his plans it would have to do. He would form a new order , and with it take back what little of society remained..
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[color="red"]The Beginning[/color]
A week had passed since the nearly fragged Summoner arrived at the mechbay. Jason had taken refuge in this forgotten place, hoping that somehow, someone from his clan had survived. His Summoner was in disrepair, a mere shadow of it's former more deadly presence. He had expected to die here, in this desolate wasteland....suddenly, a noise outside breaks the silence. Drawing his Ares level 5 assault pistol, Jason took cover. A wounded MadCat peeked through the doors of the large hanger. It was mech from a rival clan, it's sides adorned with lightning bolts... the identifying mark of a Blitzen Dawn pilot. Jason knew he was in trouble. One wrong glance and his life would be exterminated by 30,000 degrees of pulse laser. The Cat moved into the hanger. Then, to Jason's disbelief, it shut down. Sweat poured from his forehead. This moment could be the end. After surviving this far, to die now would be a certain sign that fate laughed at this war-torn hero.
The new arrival jumped down from his cockpit, yielding the sight of a sternly built man, blatant flaming red hair with blonde tips in a messed up pointed fashion. "G'day mate!", he yelled into the open. Jason didn't move, his barrel pointed for a kill shot. There was little to do but fire... in these times, he had no choice. There was no need to trust anyone. He was here, he was living, he had made it this far..."Come on out a'there, don't be thinking that warm body o'yers escaped my reticle. I'm not 'ere ta fight ya." Jason's notions did not change, his barrel remaining fixed on the man with a foreign accent. why take chances? But he did... something told him not to fire, to hold back. Jason stepped into the open. "Who are you? Hands up! Why are you here?!" Jason held his gun up high, letting the new pilot know who was in control. "I ain't got mucha choice mate, m'clans been wiped out." said the stranger. Jason smirked, he had this guy by the balls. "I'm doing just fine here by myself... mate.", adding a little sarcasm to his tone. "Well ,M'names Maximillion Gorinsky, but to me mates I'm just MadMax." Max was a dedicated sergeant for the Blitzen Dawn clan, which was also wiped out during the war of seven. He had survived using his instincts, and by mere chance. The two already had something in common. "Worthing's the name, I too was stranded during the battle. I was with the Silent Red." The two pilots recollected the battles they had fought, what probably happened in the outside world since then... and where they were now. Soon they had grown to be good friends, using spare parts from the hanger and Max's Madcat to make the Thor atleast drivable. They worked all through the night for weeks, resting during the day...the light from 3 suns was often to much to bare for common labor. Sometimes Jason thought he could see a mighty Lion roaming across the desert floor... it appeared black and distorted from the mirage. Now, Drifter had to be like a lion, and he had to act quickly. Time was running out and he n eeded new mechs, new pilots, and a new territory to begin the search. A search for peace for himself, and revenge for his fallen comrades."
{B.L.}MadMaxx (retired)