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[guardian wolf]

Author's note, this is directly after the events of the Clan Invasion. Draco's wife and son, Shara and Damarus respectively, are on Outreach, Damarus is in training with the Dragoons. Draco's insanity has finally caused him to be discharged from the Dragoons on a Section 8 medical discharge. He was granted Fang as a last request from the Dragoons, and is now seeking his end, either with Clan Wolf, or by getting into one last fight with the Falcons. Events on Barcelona is not related nor the same of what may, or will happen in the Clan Jade Falcon RP.

Part one, The Fall


*Flashback, Draco’s continuing nightmares, that start as his memories but then become a twisted form of themselves*
Draco was back in Wolf Fang, the air was warm with his mech’s heat, as the battle raged. No, it wasn’t a battle, it was their fighting retreat, but, the Dropship would be blown out of the sky if the enemy launchers got into position. Draco shifted his mech to the right a little as he lined up another shot on a nearby FireMoth. The mech was limping from Rogue’s already devastating mauling, which it narrowly escaped. Draco pulled the trigger, and the lightning arced through the air, smacking into the cockpit. That’s when he heard it, another explosion, coming from behind him. He checked his rear camera, Rogue’s devastator was hit, in the knee actuator. The Devastator took a kneeling position, as it continued firing. Draco turned to engage the aggressor, firing his PPCs, into a Summoner, as it leveled its Guass Rifle at Spear.
“NO!”
The Lightning smacked into the mech, and it turned to face the new aggressor.
“You’ll pay for that freebir-“
It’s comms was cut short as Spear fired an Alpha Strike into the now presented side of the mech. The Summoner stumbled to the side a few steps, and then Draco finished it with his SRMs, the missiles found their targets, holes in the armor, the stronger armor. The mech explodes, but then Will’s Rifleman is hit, and Draco can hear Will over the comms.
“Come on you tank born son of a *****, THAT YOUR BEST!?”
Then Draco watches as the Dual PPCs from an Adder smack into Willl’s arm, and his last weapons, the ACs. Ammo began to cook off, and Will ejected. Draco looked at Spear, and then spoke evenly into his comms.
“Spear, get out of here,”
“WHAT?!”
“GET OUT NOW!”
“What the hell are you getting at Draco? I ain’t leaving anyone behind,”
Draco fired his PPCs into the offending Adder as he spoke.
“I know my place, your place is with your men, and Will, get them out of here, and to safety. If I leave, we all die,”
A Centurion fighter made a strafing run on the Adder, but was then hit by a PPC, causing it to slam into the Adder. Draco didn’t even wait for Rogue to answer, but, he knew that he had to attack, to keep them from getting to the Dropship. Draco set his throttle to full, and began to engage two Summoners. Their open comms echoed in his cockpit.
“Jeffer Roshak, deal with this filth, we will circle around and claim the dropship as our prize,”
Draco shouted his response into the mike, broadcasting it through his loudspeakers so they could hear.
“NO, I’LL KILL YOU ALL,”
He fired one of his PPCs into each Summoner, and then his SRM rack. The cockpit was now like an oven causing his sweat to evaporate. He finished with his medium lasers, firing into the one on the right.
“So be it freebirth,”
They turned and fired their PPCs, and Guass rifles at Draco. Draco felt the rounds impact, and fought the yoke, keeping control. He turned off the limitors on his PPCs, and fired them again, the static discharge causing a tingling on his skin. The heat was now like a furnace, his sweat flash boiled. His mind bent on killing them. But then, they faded away, and, he was in chains. The cell was empty, and then, his men came into the room, Jones, Connors, Johnson. Jones smiled and spoke clearly.
“Hit him,”
Connors smashed his fist with ungodly strength into his stomach. Then his face, and he kept pummeling Draco. He could hear Jones in the background.
“Why didn’t you save us, why didn’t you talk, all you had to do was talk. You failed, causing us to die,”
Then he saw his memories again, Jones, being set in front of him, on his knees, face to face, and then Damion Thastus speaking coldly.
“Say the words, ‘I am Jade Falcon’, or he dies,”
Draco then saw Jones’ face turn into what it did, the hard expression of defiance.
“Don’t you do it Draco, don’t give these ******** anything,”
Then the elemental hit him. Damion spoke again.
“SAY IT NOW,”
“no…”
“WHAT?”
“No,”
Damion Thastus got into Draco’s face and then said with malice.
“Say it, or he will die Draconis,”
Draco shouted back
“NO,”
The crack of the pistol, and then, Jones slumped to the ground. Then Connors was put in the same position, another crack, and Draco watched as his whole team was executed in this manner. Connors, Johnson, Shade, Phiro, and then, Dylan, his old mentor, was shot, right before his eyes. Then the whispers came.

You fool, you proud, stupid, fool. You got them killed; this was your fault, your failure.
But, I, I didn’t have a choice…
WRONG, this was your failure, your fault. If you would have been better, this never would have happened. If you would have told them.
But how could I have known-
You should have known, that’s your job, you must know. YOUR FAILURE, YOURS AND YOURS ALONE.
The last words echoed in his mind, until he finally awoke screaming.

*End Flashback*

Draco sat up in his bunk, and pressed his back to the wall. Sweat was pouring from his temples, and found that his mouth was bleeding; he had bit the inside of his cheek. He sat there and thanked whatever god existed that these walls were sound proof. He held his dogtags out before him. Draconis Wolf, they said, 1st Hell Jumpers they said. Would a Hell Jumper awake in his bunk screaming, begging for it to stop?

The Dragoons had discharged him, but, had let him keep Fang, more probably because of the fact that the other pilots said that the damn thing was cursed. Section 8 discharge, medically insane, what did they expect? Draco to come back with the whole Clan Invasion force surrendering, he certainly knew that wasn’t as much. They figured he would die, that he, and his Hell Jumpers would die there on Barcelona, and never be heard from again.

Will, he was sure, certainly wished it; Spear probably wasn’t ever going to trust Draco again. He was sure that they hated him by now, so, he had to go on, away from them. Every time he seemed to get involved into a situation, bad things happened. People died, due to his mistakes, his horrible, obvious mistakes. That was why he decided to do the only thing that he figured could work.

He would seek out Clan Wolf, in their occupation zone. From there, he would do what came naturally now. He would kill, until he won a position in their ranks, and if not, get transport to the Clan Jade Falcon Occupation zone, and from there, kill all the Falcons he came across. He would die, but now, death was a better fate. His son, Damarus, was now with the Dragoons, and his beautiful wife, Shara. He could never keep them though, and Phiro promised to look after him. His insanity would be their undoing, and Draco just had to hope, that his son wouldn’t follow in the footsteps of his father. Not completely anyway. Draco heard the alarm on the Jumpship, boarders, it was Wolf. Most of the contraband going in and out between the states, went this way. Draco got up, and dressed himself. His leather Dragoon jacket, Dylan’s old pistol, and walked down to the main hangar, where the exchange was usually made. The men were already debating on what to do with the mech when Draco showed up. One of them looked at him with a small smile.

“That yours?”

“Yes, and I want transport to the planet below,”

“In exchange?”

Draco immediately drew his pistol, causing the three’s looks to change to surprised, and one of them drew one as well in return. Draco leveled his pistol at him. Draco had nothing to lose at this point, so if he died here, then mission accomplished.

“I won’t shoot, and I’ll pay for your services,”

The men paused, and then, one of them looked at the one in the middle, he seemed to be the leader. He paused, and then looked at Draco. Either the look of madness in Draco’s eyes, or the fact that he had a pistol pointed at one of his mates, must have made him listen to the proposal.

“Alright, we’ll take you down, but no funny business you hear? Just you and your mech,”

“Captain, these supplies will be paid in full by me personally,”

The men looked in surprise at Draco. Almost as if they were expecting a little less. Then Draco finished his sentence.

“When I inform you that I am indeed on the ground, and safe at the moment, the funds will be transferred. If you get no message, feel free to take your anger out on them,”

The leader looked at Draco with the look of understanding, Draco was no fool, and he wasn’t about to claimed as anyone’s bondsmen. The one to on the right nodded approval, his eyes saying well played. Draco made a signal to a nearby tech so that the loading could begin. The mech was loaded into an empty gantry, as Draco helped them move the supplies into the others. It was an older Union class Dropship, so there was plenty of space. When the last of the supplies was loaded, Draco then sat down on the foot of Fang. His last request granted before he was discharged, was that he’d get Fang back to %100, and command saw fit that, it was the least they could do. Draco had then arranged to be on the next flight to the Occupation zone, and he was "helping" these smugglers make a profit by staying on board for protection. Here he would be granted his last wish, not to die old, in some crazy home. He wanted to die like he should have, on Barcelona. Command wanted the Hell Jumpers gone, wanted Draco gone, but, it hadn't got its wish, not completely. Instead, they got to write Draco off as a casualty of war, not KIA, but close enough. Phiro was in command of the Hell Jumpers, and Hell Divers Squadron was certainly at its best with all the new equipment they had. Draco saw the shadow approach, and heard its icy voice.

Kill, kill them now
No, not yet, wait for Falcons
Then we kill
Yes, then we kill

Draco climbed up into Wolf Fang, into the cockpit, and went to sleep. He prayed that the nightmares would stay away this time. He wouldn't count on it.

EDIT: Missed some grammar

Edited by guardian wolf, 26 September 2012 - 07:58 AM.

[guardian wolf]

Draco had slept through the trip peacefully, the first time in two years that’s happened. As the dropship touched down, Draco could feel the gravity. He looked at an onboard computer, it was 1.3 Gs here on this planet. He didn’t care where he was, as long as it wasn’t Barcelona.
Unless it gets us to kill Falcons
Draco tried to shake the voice from his mind. He went checked his myomers, and found that they were set for 1.6 Gs. He reset them for the planet’s gravity, and then sat back in the cockpit, and awaited the unloading. The cockpit smelled of gore, blood that Draco had bled himself back on Barcelona, right before this mech was wrecked. It was only made worse by the fact that he had sat in there for thirty minutes waiting for the Falcons to cut through the outer hatch, so that, Damion, his torturer, could take him as isorla. That, thing, took out all of his anger on Draco, anger at the fact he couldn’t catch the remaining survivors, Spear, Will, Phiro. That he couldn’t catch their units, they would always be gone before he could send a reaction force. For this he took special pleasure in having the base elementals beat Draco, to the point he was nearly dying. Then the medics would treat him, just enough so Draco would live. Then, Draco was made to watch as Jones, was shot before his eyes. The memories flooded back, Jones, Connors, then Shade, the rescue. He remembered fully how he finally snapped, and this being came to inhabit his mind, how they nearly tore Damion apart. The thing growled appreciatively, it enjoyed those memories.
*Flashback*
Draco heard the shaking of the ground beneath him, Long Toms.
They’re here
Without thinking, he jumped his feet over the head of an elemental, locking them in a scissor around the elemental’s head. He struggled briefly, then brought his fists down on Draco’s stomach, trying to break his grip. Draco held on for dear life, and felt the chains above, give a small amount. The elemental hit him again, and knocked the wind out of Draco. The chains gave even more, as the screw began to come out of the ceiling. Draco gripped with whatever strength he had left in his legs, and the elemental raised his fists again. Star Captain Thastus’ eyes widened with realization as he saw what was happening, but before he could shout, the final hit smacked into Draco. The chains finally came out of the ceiling, bringing small amounts of concrete, mixed with glue, and Draco fell, finally releasing his grip. The elemental took a step back to regain his air, and Draco got up slowly, his eyes wild, and staring at the Star Captain. His smile became feral, and the captain shouted as he ran from the room.
“KILL HIM, KILL HIM,”
The elemental stood now, but Draco ran forward, and leapt at him, knocking the elemental over. Draco then used his wrapped his chains around the elemental’s neck, once again strangling him. The elemental struggled, but Draco rode him on his back, using his weight to keep the chains in place. Finally the elemental stood carrying Draco, and tried to bash him into the wall. Draco kicked him in his back to get him to stumble, and the elemental dropped to a knee, but was still struggling with the chains. Finally Draco put in one final effort, and the chains tightened even more. The elemental, tried to pull them from his throat, but was in vain. He finally collapsed and Draco removed the chains. Then Draco searched him, there was a combat knife, a pistol, several clips for the slug thrower, and a key.
Freedom…. No, we must seek VENGEANCE,
The animal inside roared in victory, and then they turned toward the door. Draco unlocked it, and found the Star Captain directing several security guards toward Draco, and they were laughing at his requests. Draco raised the pistol, and using pure rage, took aim at one, aiming for the head. Draco squeezed the trigger, and the bullet smacked true into the elemental’s head, causing it to explode, scattering gore over the rest. The elementals turned in surprise, and the captain ran. Draco fired several more shots as he ran, and then gave control to the beast that was now his mind. One of the bullets clipped the Captain, and he managed to get another of the four, leaving two. They ducked as the last bullet whizzed past, and took firing positions as Draco sprinted, but then, a sniper round killed another.
Shade is here
Draco kept running, as the elemental turned in confusion, only to have Draco run into him. He stumbled a few steps. Draco took the knife and stabbed at the man’s face, right in the forehead, and ripped the blade back out. Brain matter clung to the blade, which Draco wiped off on the dead man’s shirt. Draco then followed Thastus to a bathroom. Another round landed as he reached the outside, and apparently hit the generators running the place, as the lights went to emergency settings. Draco stopped outside the door, and reaffirmed his grip on the blade, the voice chanting in his head, helping his hands.
KILL, KILL, KILL
Draco opened the door, and stepped inside, the Captain was cowering against the back wall. He drew his pistol, and screamed.
“Stay back, or I’ll KILL YOU,”
Draco smiled, and shot the lights with his new found slug thrower. It grazed the lighting, causing it to flash, and startled the captain. Draco rushed before he could react any further, and disarmed him by stabbing his hand. The pistol fell to the floor, and Draco ripped the blade out of the captain’s hand. He then lifted him with his left hand and slammed him against the wall. Finally he stabbed the blade through the shoulder and into the wall, pinning him there. The captain cried out in pain. Draco the left him, and found a piece of piping from one of the sinks. The edges were jagged, but it was straight enough to do what Draco wanted. He turned back to the captain, and ran the **** through his other shoulder, so that way he couldn’t move either of his arms. Draco then began to laugh, hysterically, madly. The captain began to whimper something unintelligible, but Draco didn’t care. Draco lifted his slugthrower, and emptied the clip, aiming at the man’s joints. The bullets found their marks, and soon, Draco was sure that he had hit all of them. The captain was babbling now, and as Draco turned to leave, he cried out.
“What, you can’t kill me?”
“No, letting you suffer is so much better,”
Draco left, and found Shade waiting for him in the hallway, sniper rifle pointed down away from him.
“This way sir,”
*End Flashback*
Draco heard someone yelling, it was one of the dock workers. He was yelling to bring the mech towards him, and waving his arms in a “bring it towards me” motion. Draco fired up all the main systems, and felt the mech shudder as his neuro helm made the connections. He brought it to a slow walk, step by step, having the guy, now on a small truck; lead him to where he was going to go. Draco followed intently; this was the last place he’d want to get sidetracked. Once clear, he brought his machine around, and searched the comms for any channels. He finally found one with chatter on it, and spoke into his helmet mike.
“Where’s the nearest Warrior camp?”
“You’re crazy, even for a Dragoon,”
“Just tell me where it is,”
“About ten clicks east, also, this guy over here wants me to patch you through to ship comms,”
Draco heard the static as the comms transferred over to the ship, and sent out the transmission.
“This is Draconis Wolf, I am on the ground, and am authorizing the payment transfer for these supplies. Repeat, I am authorizing the payment transfer for these supplies,”
Draco didn’t wait for the return call, he actually shut his comms off, and set his mech to autopilot, with a heading of 90 degrees, due east. His speed was a little over 60 kph, so he’d be a little bit. He tried to recount the things that had happened, the names of all of his friends, that didn’t trust him, hated him, were dead, wanted him dead, and others. Spear, Will, Thom, Phiro, Shade, Johnson, Connors, Jones, Rick, Dylan, all their faces, seemed to play across his mind, what they would say to him, what they had to say about him. Spear, Will and Thom he was sure, wanted him dead, or worse. Connors, Jones, those good men he lost on Barcelona, their blood was on his hands, as much as all the others denied it, Draco knew that their deaths were his fault. Dylan’s face almost brought tears to Draco’s eyes, as he was the closest thing Draco ever remembered of having as a father. The man mentored Draco after he was finally out of training, and had saved Draco’s life three times. Three of Draco’s biggest mistakes, and the last cost him his mentor, his father. Shade and Johnson, said they would follow Draco to hell and back if he demanded it. They were loyal friends, and Draco had definitely been neck deep in the **** with Johnson before, and Draco owed Shade his life, as he was the one that disobeyed his direct order to kill him before they would have taken him. And last, was Phiro, his twin brother. He was always supportive, always telling him that it was okay, that we all make mistakes. He always tried to console Draco when something bad happened, he always had his back. Phiro was the best person he could think of when they needed a new commander for his Hell Jumpers, and command seemed to agree. Then at least, his unit could stay together; keep up the spirit de corps. If only Draco hadn’t failed, he wouldn’t be here, he wouldn’t have snapped, wouldn’t have lost his command, and his company. Draco snapped out of his daydreaming when his radar picked up an unidentified contact, a Timber Wolf, and he flipped on his comms.
“Unidentified mech, identify yourself, or you will be fired upon,”
“My name is Draconis Wolf, I seek a Trial of Position to enter the ranks of Clan Wolf Touman, so that I may fight the Jade Falcons,”
“You bear the name Wolf, but are not of us freebirth? Where are you from?”
“I have been abandoned by my unit, the Wolf’s Dragoons, and I seek vengeance against the Jade Falcons, now, will you grant me a trial or not,”
“Freebirth, wait one moment, we will have mechwarriors here shortly so we can have a proper trial. Now stand to at your current location,”
Draco complied, and was a little uneasy. No one had ever attempted this, which he was sure of, unless they were bondsmen seeking to become mechwarriors. A request like this was certainly under scrutiny, and he was sure that they would bring more than enough mechs to sate the voice’s thirst for battle. He waited what must have been five minutes, when his radar picked up the Wolf’s mechs advancing on him. Two Timber Wolves led the advance, followed by a Dire Wolf, and two Summoners. What was in the rear was what had Draco’s attention though, it was a Hunchback IIC and an Adder. Those would be the ones he had to fight. Their equipment was twice as good as his, as theirs was all Clan Tech, and all he had were his medium lasers, PPCs, and the SRM rack, which were all made in the Inner Sphere. Draco watched as the heavier mechs formed a circle around him, and then the one in the Dire Wolf spoke.
“I am Star Captain Hans Norrif, of the Wolf Clan, I stand witness to this Trial of position. State your intentions outsider,”
“I Draconis Wolf, of the Wolf’s Dragoons claim membership of Clan Wolf Touman, and will crush any who dispute my claim,”
“Are there any who oppose this claim,”
“I Manda Ruby oppose this mad dog’s claim,”
“I Kerlin Wolf oppose this mad dog’s claim,”
“Then this Trial shall begin, Manda Ruby, you may engage,”
Draco turned to the Hunchback. It stepped forward, and then spoke.
“Come now freebirth, it is time to cleanse your filth from this world,”
Draco smiled, and the voice, chuckled at the small threat. Draco turned the limiters off on his PPCs, and fired a one two shot into the Hunchback. He felt static as he watched both smack into the central torso, causing armor to run off like lava. The smack of the PPCs caused the Hunchback to stagger, and Draco fired his SRMs. The missiles caused a trail of smoke in front of Draco, but his radar picked up hits, and apparently one found a critical component, as when he switched to thermal, the mech was kneeling.
“CURSE YOU FREEBIRTH,”
Draco noticed now that his mech was getting hot, but had also noticed not once, did he even move while dispatching the Clan mech. The voice was cackling madly, at how easy Draco was picking apart the enemy mech. Finally Draco ended the pilots misery by walking forward, and selecting his medium lasers to finish off the mech. He noticed it’s AC shots went wide as he advanced, probably due to the gyro. Draco finally stood within optimum range, and fired both medium lasers. The ruby beams sliced through the rents left by the PPCs and SRMs, and began to catch critical components. The mech then shut down, and he could almost hear the other pilot screaming in anger inside his mech. Rookies, Draco thought to himself, then he heard the call for the next pilot.
“Kerlin Wolf, you may engage,”
Draco turned to find the Adder’s PPCs already charged, and the twin lightning bolts smacked into Fang like Thor’s Hammer. His electronics went fuzzy for a second, then recovered. He saw the Adder make a mad dash towards the right, and tracked with his own PPCs. He fired his left PPC, but didn’t notice that it was damaged, and it overloaded. Draco immediately fired his right one then, and watched with glee as it smacked the Adder in one of its PPC mounts. He then began to walk towards the mech, and fired his MGs, watching his ammo counter run down. The mech was still strafing right to try and throw off Draco’s aim, and it was ******* Draco off. He was about to select his PPC again, when the Adder’s remaining PPC smacked him dead center of his torso, just below the cockpit. Draco felt the static electricity course through him, and screamed in anger, and pain. His electronics at first seemed to recover, but then, continued to flicker. Draco then decided to try something. He closed his eyes, and focused on his next movements. He raised the right PPC so it was dead level with Adder, and his eyes remembered its speed, and adjusted. He didn’t think anymore, but instead, pulled the trigger. The lightning streak flew out, and smacked the leg of the Adder, freezing its leg joint, causing it to face plant onto the ground. Draco walked his Warhammer out behind it, so it couldn’t shoot him, and then leveled his PPC for another shot. He growled out as he spoke.
“You can surrender or die, your choice,”
“Curse you freebirth, I yield,”
Draco lowered his PPC. He began to walk to the center of the circle. The Dire Wolf spoke again.
“The Wolf has spoken, he is now one of us,”
The Summoner to the left of the Dire Wolf apparently didn’t agree, and raised its Guass Rifle at Draco.
“WHAT?! You cannot be serious Hans! I will kill him before he joins our ranks,”
With that, the Summoner fired. The guass hit Draco’s knee joint, severing his foot from his leg. His mech fell forward, but Draco caught himself using what was left of his left PPC. He roared out in response, the voice now completely in control. It guided his hand as it raised the torso up for a shot, and then subconsciously lined up the PPC with the cockpit of the offending Summoner. The Summoner then fired a salvo of LRMs at Draco, one of them hit his cockpit glass shield, causing shrapnel to go through his vest, and into his stomach. But the voice wouldn’t release its grip, and it roared as it fired the PPC, and watched the lightning hit the offender’s cockpit, and vaporize the pilot. Then its grip relaxed, and Draco let the mech fall to the ground. He blacked out as he heard his hatch being cut open.

[guardian wolf]

Draco's eyes fluttered open, as a white light penetrated through his eyelids. He finally came to his senses, and found he was in a medbay bed, clothed in a patient's gown. He was alive, and frankly, feeling better than normal. He tried to sit up, but was stopped by the sharp pain in his stomach. He lay back down in his bed, and then steeled himself for the pain, as he sat up again. This time, he managed to get up, and he swung his legs off the bed. As he stood, the pain lessened in his stomach, and he walked over to grab a bottle of water. He was about to grab it, when the door slid open, and a medtech came in. He looked like he saw a ghost when he looked at Draco, walking, and getting ready to take a drink of water. Draco stopped what he was doing and looked at the confused medtech for a little while, then spoke.

"Where am I?"
"In the infirmary, sir, you should still be in bed,"
"I should be a lot of things doc, but, I'm not,"
A new voice then spoke from the hallway "Then maybe you will entertain a small talk with me, Draconis," It was male, and it spoke in a low tone, like a deep bass. Draco watched the man enter, he had to be an elemental. He towered over Draco easily, even with Draco being bigger for a mech jock. Draco took a sip of water, and then answered.
"Get me some decent clothes, and I might,"
"Doctor, send for some fatigues,"
"Aff sir,"
"Now Draconis, why are you here?"
"I wish to fight where my father once did, with Clan Wolf,"
Liar
"On the edge of Clan Space? Next to the Jade Falcon occupation zone?"
"They might have something to do with it,"
"So, it is revenge you seek,"
"Not really,"
"Then what is it?"
"I look for a place, where I can die, where when death comes for me, I will be at peace with it,"
The elemental took the statement in, then the door opened and a set of fatigues was dropped in. Draco walked over, and began getting dressed, not caring if the elemental left or not. He noticed the scars all over his chest, and stomach, not only from this fight, but many others, mostly on Barcelona. Once dressed, he stood and looked towards the elemental.
"So, where to?"
He laughed as they proceeded to leave the facility. His instruction, would begin.

[guardian wolf]

The alarm sounded, as Draconis rushed to his mech. Wolf Fang stood waiting in its bay, and Draco scampered up the ladder and into the cockpit. As he strapped his helmet on, he began to flip the switches for his startup sequence, and spoke, cold as ice.

"One last push,"

"Voice recognition match, welcome back Guardian,"

It then began it's run through of all the major systems, all reporting nominal. He couldn't hear the computer voice though, as the voice spoke to him.
They are coming, they will die for their transgressions.
Aff, they will.
Draco brought his hand to the stick, and pushed forward, going through a test of targeting systems. The machine was responsive as ever, and so he brought it to a walk to outside the hangar. The chatter on the comms read that the Falcons were advancing on the left flank. The planet name rang through his head, Twyrcross. That's where he was now, fighting against the Falcons again. His training with the Wolves was short, as he had been immediately sent to help the Wolves against the Falcons in their Trial of Refusal. That's what they called this, the Refusal War. Draco brought up his sights to bear on a nearby Falcon Warhawk, that was standing and waiting for an opening in the current duels. Draco fired a PPC aiming it high so it caught the Falcon's attention.

"Come Falcon, time to die,"

"We shall see freebirth stravag,"

Draco paused mid step, and sighted in his other PPC. Without thinking, he fired, and the bolt of lightning went out and smacked into the LRM rack, just above the cockpit. The voice roared inside Draco's head, and the Warhawk began cycling through it's PPCs. Bolts of lightning flew from the angered Warhawk, as the first shot went wild, the second smacked into Fang's torso, the third smacking into a leg. All the while the voice guided his movements, aiming against the oncoming hits, when Draco finally cracked a third shot off. It smacked dead center of the Warhawk's cockpit, and the machine crumpled over like a lifeless wreck. Draco checked his damage levels, torsos were at mid point in armor, legs a little worse, and his arms, practically untouched. Draco searched for another target, this time, setting his sights on a nearby Storm Crow. He near shouted into his comms.

"Falcon inside Storm Crow, you will either eject, or die now,"

"Pah, we shall see worm,"

The Storm Crow fired its LRM racks, and the missiles arched through the sky while it accelerated. The voice didn't like that, so Draco targeted the left leg. Twin PPC bolts cracked from their cannons, and streaked across the sky. The missile fire caused one bolt to miss wide in between the legs. The other didn't. Draco accelerated as the Storm Crow stumbled and then recovered, bringing his medium lasers and SRMs into play. The enemy mech turned to face him and alpha'd all of his energy weapons, the Large Lasers cutting slices off of what little armor Draco had left. Draco returned fire with his own SRMs, and medium lasers, watching as the smoke from the missiles obscured his view. When a gust of wind cleared it, the Storm Crow stood defiantly with its tattered armor, and missing arm. Draco raised both PPCs to be dead level with the torso, and fired. The bolts of lightning smashed into through the enemy armor, and played hell with the internals. The enemy pilot ejected, and then a gust of fire blew out the back of his mech. Draco smiled, that added two to his kill count, making it an even twenty since the start of the war. That's when the Executor came and fired a Laser shot into the ground in front of Draco. Draco turned and noticed it was a little damaged, and so guessed that since his comms might have been down, that was his challenge. Draco accepted by firing both medium lasers skyward, and the two circled. The Executor made a move first, firing a guass slug that tore through Fang's left arm. Draco retaliated by raising his right and firing a shot off at the enemy mech. The shot caught the enemies' laser rack, but only took of some armor. Draco braced himself as another guass slug pounded into Fang's torso. He fired his PPC once again in retaliation, the shot connected with the torso, causing a river of armor to melt off the Executor, but, still he had hit nothing critical. The Executor then fired both Large Lasers at Draco, they connected at Fang's knee joint, causing the armor around the actuator to melt, then cool rapidly around the joint. The joint then abruptly froze, and Draco skidded to a stop. He turned to fire another shot off, when a guass slug tore through his other knee, causing Fang to topple over. Draco tried to catch himself with his remaining arm, but to no avail. As he smashed into the ground, his cockpit glass shattered, and Draco could feel bits of it cut into him, shredding his shirt. He coughed up blood and spat it onto the ground below. Then, his mech was kicked over by the Executor, and Draco sat face to face with his final enemy. It was none other than Damion Thastus. The intercom kicked on, and his voice aided by what seemed to be an artificial lung, rang out.

"Remember me?"

Draco spat away from the cockpit, and said coldly "I should have killed you a long time ago,"

"But you didn't, now, I get to finish what I started,"

"No you don't,"

Draco then flipped the switch next to his weapons console, the self destruct sequence started. He then used what remaining strength he had to stab the Warhammer's remaining arm into the Executor, effectively hooking him. The count down went from 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.....

A fiery explosion rocked the landscape as both mechs were encompassed in the full unleashed wrath of Fang's reactor. A second smaller one signaled the end of the Executor as well, and both mechs emerged a charred ruin of the once beautiful and menacing machines they were. The battle continued to rage, but one thing was certain, Draco's soul could finally rest in peace.

The End.

(Mac I know you said not to do this, but, I had an idea, and just had to run with it. Anyhow....)
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*Holorecording flashes to life, initially with static but then, a face emerges, it is Draco's*

"Son, if you are watching this, then know, that I am dead, and at peace. I am sorry that I had to leave you when you were just a boy, and I hope that you will forgive me for trying to make peace with my past. Son, I have done many things, some great, most horrible. I have made many grave mistakes, the biggest of which was leaving you and your mother behind when you needed me most. I do not have much more time son, so I'll tell you as quickly as possible what I need to tell you. At Outreach, there is a vendor called Bob's Odds and Ends. Tell the man named Odin that 'the old Wolf has fallen, and from the ashes, a new must rise'. He will give you a package containing my old pistol, jacket, and 6 million c-bills in back pay that I have saved from my younger years. Use it well son, and may you know that whatever you pursue in your life, your father was prouder than any man in the Sphere of you. Be strong for Shara son. Goodbye, I love you,"